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ooc; oh and also to announce that as soon as my exams are over I will be all yours

I miss you all so much ; ;

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ooc; just popping in to say that I finished the AU and I'm pretty sure a lot of me is now dead

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#Oh Russell. Oh Abe. Oh bbes no. Nooooo. #See and you think I'm evil for what I've done. #Pfff. #Buncha hypocrites.

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Matt Smith as Christopher 

“Christopher and His Kind” (2011)

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#mmkay I'm off to school -v- #Thanks for keeping me up to date bbes! #Reyne go to bed it's stupid early over there

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cooper-sna replied to your post

yup 8o until the 1st

Awesome I don't have to break anyone's hearts write long explanation novellas until then. 8V

#cooper-sna #KIDDING #or am I #at least you all know Colin/Arch is out #And helping others #just WHOOOOOO

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#We STILL on an AU binge? Or...

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#also heather is wonderful and amazing and feeding my hunger for gangster crime fiction #mmmmyes. #GOODNIGHT #lol typed oogdnigth. what is even spelling

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kjfngkdbg BEN JUST DOESN’T WANT JUSTIN FAINTING HE’S WORRYING OKAY

aww.

aww bebe. Dom has been looking out for Justin.

Sekritly.

I’msure.

but while Ben is rambling, Justin will just fall asleep on the couch with the happiest of smiles. ;x;

(via justindrockwell-sna)

yes

I want this

;-;

/passes out with him

#night guys #love y'all.

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Teeth chattering and arms still wrapped self-consciously around his middle, Justin shrugged helplessly and stared at the ground, avoiding Ben's keen stare for the sake of eyeing the doorstep instead, studying it scrupulously. "V-vhen I s-said." He swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut. "I h-hed--somevhere e-else t-to go, I lied, I d-didn't--zhe dorms a-are--too full, I t-told zhem--not to trouble z-zhemselves." He gulped and glanced up balefully. "I h-heff been--elsevhere ever since."

It had been freezing. Did he not have a coat? Gloves, even? Surely a friend, or at least the school could have provided him with that. Did he have some kind of insurance plan? If not, of course, Ben could sort that all out with a snap of his fingers - and if that really was the case - why had he not brought the issue up soone--

"...So you have been... living independently... and you can't do something about it because your inheritance is still tied up in legal..." Ben's speech trailed off. He stood there for a minute, as if he had difficulty processing the situation. Suddenly not caring about tugging on a coat or putting on shoes, Ben simply stepped out to clasp the shivering figure around the shoulders and began to walk back inside, rambling under his breath. "I'm going to make you something warm to drink, okay? Tea or.. hot chocolate or.. something..." Closing the door, moving to the living room... "Get your sugar levels up, too.. Keep you warm, that's the main thing, you look absolutely freezing." Setting him down on the sofa and putting a blanket around his shoulders... "I'll get you a bath sorted out, or a shower if you prefer, I don't know.. You can stay in the guest bedroom for this night at the very least.. We can sort this out, I can.. I can fix this all for you, Justin, it's fine, I have this under control, and you'll be safe with me until you get the money to stand on your own two feet..." And so it continued. Not giving himself a chance to stop and consider the time it had been since he last saw Justin, because if he did... he wasn't sure if his conscience would be able to take it.

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Jumping more at the initial cracking of the door than the exclamations that followed, the small German boy in question squeaked and scampered back out of the way of the threshold. Enormous eyes peering up from under his hood, Justin wound his arms around his middle and stared owlishly at Ben. For a moment, no words came to mind, as the man seemed tired and overwhelmed--and not put-together as he normally was. This had been a mistake, but still. Words trickled free. "I lied to you, herr Dawson."

Brow creased in worry more than any other emotion, concern written all over his weary features, Ben hung between door and doorframe, gangly figure looking much like a crinkled suit hung up emptily on a coat hanger - slightly worn out but still very reliable if given the chance. Peering into the owlish gaze beneath the shadows of that hood, Ben waited anxiously for the reply, half tempted to just step aside and usher the poor boy in.

"...I'm afraid I don't quite understand, Justin.." Ben paused, stepping back slightly and correcting his posture so he didn't just look like some kind of half-slouched, half-crazed, desperate lunatic. "Lied about what?" His tone was surprisingly calm compared to the anxiety that bubbled beneath the surface.

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#oops I novella'd everywhere #BEN AND I ARE JUST VERY TIRED OKAY

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Shivering on the doorstep, hugging his arms around his middle, Justin rested his head briefly against Ben's door as he debated what to do. He wished he could turn around and walk away to prevent Ben from being bothered by him, but his hand rose of its own accord to knock against the door with a defeated, tired series of thumps. "Herr Dawson," Justin croaked wearily. "O-oh vell, guess y-you're not home." And thus he turned to leave.

It's been a pretty average day so far. Research, making dates, meeting clients, declining cases, examining case files of petty thieves to murderers, all aiming to clasp their hands on the walking, talking "get out of jail free" card that was Mr. Dawson, competing silently for his attention in their files and the small print. But nothing seemed to weigh down his interest as of late. His attention had been elsewhere. Mostly on his blackberry. And its inbox of text messages. Always checking every hour, with or without alert, if a certain client of his had managed to get out of the hospital and into some kind of suitable arrangements. No word so far, but surely he would be busy. He'd need time to settle. Recuperate. Not worry about the legalities.

Hearing the knock on his door, Benjamin Dawson, looking a tad overworked, set his scotch on the table beside his armchair, dragging his deadpan gaze from the news as it droned on and on about some kind of attempted robbery, and shuffled over to the door, wondering who could be at his house, of all places, this late at night. Cracking the door open without undoing the chain-lock [recent habit, ever since the whole stabbing incident], Ben saw the familiar hooded silhouette of a small german boy turned away from his doorstep, sunken blue-grey eyes lighting up for a split second.

"Justin--!" Closing the door, hands clumsily working at the chain before swinging it open, shirt not even tucked in, tie hanging, untied around his neck, Ben took one step out into the winter evening. "Justin, hey..! Justin...? ...Are you.. are you quite alright? What's the matter?"

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#going to bed #not like anyone's online to care tho lol

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Ishouldnotbelaughing.Iammostsorry.

it wasn't that much of a serious comment to start with.

XDDD

LAHV YOU

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#Ben practically lives in a mansion #what's the good in living in the mansion if you live in it BY YOURSELLLLLLF