#william schofield fluff

[1917-ao3feed]

Not even the gods above [can separate the two of us]

by Cherry_trii

Blake struggles with coming into terms of everything that it's happening at war. He misses his familly, he has nightmares of everything he's seeing and doesn't know what do to with his feelings. Luckily, Schofield's cot always seems to have room for him.

Words: 2764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield

Additional Tags: Late Night Conversations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Minor Character Death, Nightmares, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Fluff without Plot

[daydreamngs]

From Me Too | George MacKay

requested: Hi! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is really good friends with florence pugh and florence thinks that the reader and george mackay are perfect for each other so she sets them up and they fall in love from the moment they met? i hope it’s not that confusing hehe love your work btw!! (send me some requests!)

warnings: Fluff 

word count: 2,267

a/n: Thank you so much for sending in this request! ♡ It’s way longer than I had first anticipated it being so I hope that’s okay.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, you and George would really like each other and I’m not just saying that!” It’s the same line Y/N has heard a handful of times before, just with a different variation to it which always made the woman roll her eyes at her friend. Heavy sigh falls from her lips as she leans back in her chair, head rolling to the side as her eyes squinted ever so slightly at Florence who only stared back with a look of mischievous gleaming in her eyes, a faux innocent pout and furrow of her eyebrows. “Flor, I’ve told you, I don’t have time for that stuff right now.” She’s said it so many times that she’d begun to not believe herself anymore. Was she really that busy that she couldn’t even meet the guy? 

The thought of it made her nervous, she hadn’t put herself out there like that in a while and she wasn’t sure if she was really ready to date again after such a long time. Then again, she thought to herself, if she didn’t do it now, the possibility of it ever happening would just get pushed out further and further until she was one of those ladies who never settle down, and just adopts 12 dogs and 4 cats, and maybe a couple of fish too. A groan leaves her lips at the thought of it as her fingers comb through her hair, gripping at the roots while her other hand rested upon the table, her fingertips drumming against the wood. She made the mistake of looking back up to Florence, who smiled encouragingly as if she knew the struggles she was facing in her mind. “You won’t regret this, and if you do, then at least you put yourself out there.” Curse herself for becoming friends with such an amazing, strong-minded person. The hand that was entangled in her hair fell to her lap as she let out a defeated sigh, eyes closing for just a moment, “Fine. I’ll do it.” Little did Y/N know, it was the same struggle on the other side of the line. George was hesitant but still less than she had been to meet him. His reasoning behind not being so sure about this was that it seemed like his career was at a point where he’d be busy a lot of the time. After 1917, he had been reached out to by a lot of companies in the hope he might consider coming for an audition. Not to mention all of the interviews he was still doing with his co-star. So, between that and just trying to live a somewhat normal life with his family, there seemed to be hardly any time for dating at the moment. Don’t get him wrong, though, he wanted to meet this woman named Y/N, he’d heard so much about her from Florence practically bragging up how amazing she was. He wanted to put a face to the name already, as his curiosity was only growing stronger about her. What was the worst that could happen? So, he had finally said yes to the proposal.

Y/N stared at her reflection, nerves balling up in her stomach making it feel like there were a thousand butterflies in her. Her fingertips picked at the fabric of her shirt. This was maybe the worst part about the whole date, picking out the perfect outfit. She liked the one she had on, it was a nice middle ground, not too fancy but also not exactly casual either, but it didn’t stop her from worrying. “Are you sure this looks good?” She fussed, turning around to look at Florence who sat on her bed with a satisfied smile on her face, “Yes, I’m sure. You look beautiful and I’m sure George is going to think the same thing.” In return to her comment, Y/N gave a nod of her head exhaling a big sigh trying to breathe out all of her nerves. She felt beautiful and that gave her some confidence, and as much as she was nervous, she was also excited. It seemed as though it’d been such a long time coming for her to meet the man named George, who supposedly was perfect for her as much as she was for him. At that point, she just wanted to meet him finally. She could feel the palms of her hands growing sweaty as she chewed at the inside of her lip, she began to think about how different they were. He was a brilliant actor, well known for his work and well, she was just Y/N, she wasn’t known for anything. She wasn’t one to be starstruck over celebrities and that much was obvious considering one of her best friends was Florence Pugh, another amazing actress. She couldn’t help but worry that he wouldn’t want to date anyone that wasn’t in the same industry as him as it wouldn’t be easy for him to talk about the struggles, with her not really understanding it in the same way. The idea was silly to think that, and even if he was like that, then he obviously wasn’t the one for her. Though, just as quick as that thought entered her mind, she shook it away with a soft sigh. From what she’s heard about him through Florence, he wasn’t like that, he was really down to earth, a gentleman and very sweet which was highly reassuring to her because she wasn’t sure if she would have accepted otherwise. “I have a great feeling about this, I just know that you two are going to get along so well. I expect to be the first to be told when you two are engaged.” A sharp gasp is heard throughout the room, “Florence!” Y/N’s face had turned an aggressive red, the tips of her ears burning as she shook in her head in disbelief at her friend. By the tone of her voice and faux innocent smile on her face, she could see that Florence was just joking but it was too embarrassing for her. “My God, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were already planning our wedding…” Her hands rub against her pants, trying to soothe herself. A wink is given in Y/N’s direction, a smirk dripping with mischievous, “You never know, maybe I am.”

Any excitement she had felt now vanished in the pit of nerves that was eating at her, her stomach was swirling in a fit. Her fingertips drummed against her thigh as she sat not so patiently. She was very aware of Florence looking at her, “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. I promise.” The nervous woman gave a nod of her head before letting out a deep sigh, which worked slightly to soothe her. She wondered if George was as nervous as she was. Turns out he was, he had tried about 5 different outfits before he finally settled on one and had fussed with his hair so much that he had to put more hair product in his hair in order for it to look okay again. He hadn’t been this nervous for a date in a while, maybe it was because he hadn’t actually met the woman yet, and Florence hyping her up so much. He seriously felt like a teenage boy going on a date with the prettiest girl in school - a nervous wreck. His stomach was in a fit of butterflies and nerves as he swallowed deeply, exiting his car while checking his watch only to see that he was a little early. This led him to believe she wouldn’t be there yet although what he didn’t know was that Y/N and Florence had also arrived a bit early and were also making their way to the small cafe that Florence decided on. His eyes had been glued on the ground the whole time that he made the small walk from his car to the cafe, and when he looked up, he was very shocked to see the familiar blonde and a face he hadn’t seen before. Quickly putting two and two together, he froze and his eyes grew wide, lips parting. He gazed at the woman he guessed was Y/N, soaking in every feature of hers, finding that he was holding his breath. Cheeks grew hot and turned a shade of pink, his heart just about to burst from his chest. Has he ever seen someone so beautiful? Certainly not … was this what love at first sight was like? Y/N’s eyes scanned her surroundings as she walked, she hadn’t been in this area before but she thought it was beautiful. It seemed very quiet and peaceful, which helped a lot to calm her down quite a bit - she was thankful for it. It wasn’t until her eyes settled in front of her that she found herself coming to a very sudden halt, an explosion of butterflies erupting in her stomach, as she found staring at George. He was a lot taller than she was expecting, as Florence failed to mention it in all the times she spoke about him. His hair was tousled, but not in a messy way if that made any sense and it made her want to run her finger through it. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and they knocked the breath from her chest. She’d seen maybe one picture of him after begging her friend to show her one - she knows she could’ve just looked him up but that felt weird and wrong - but it really did him no justice. He was stunning. She noted the faint shade of pink that dusted over his somewhat tanned face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips involuntarily. He was beautiful, and she was completely enamored. She found herself feeling dizzy for a second, could this be love at first sight? Her thoughts mirrored his own. “George! Good to see you, I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now but this is the lovely Y/N I’ve told you so much about.” For a moment, she didn’t really process what was happening until she did, and then she found herself blushing as well, her smile growing but now it had become shy. Her fingers working to tuck her hair behind her ear as she followed her friend closer to him. Her eyes never once left him, and she couldn’t help but notice how he too seemed to have been knocked from deep thought like she had been a moment prior. Meeting one another in the middle, they found themselves gazing into one another’s eyes, having completely forgotten about the world around them, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” George says, his voice deep and smooth, almost like honey, giving Y/N a feeling she couldn’t quite explain. “And you, George.” She responds, offering her hand for him to shake as she suddenly remembers her manners. As he took her hand, she noticed how it was warm and soft, despite the few calluses he had. His touch felt right to her, as did hers to him. It was just like Florence had said, maybe they were perfect for one another.

It was considerably later now, hours have passed since they first sat down. The sun now setting outside which made the dimmed lights in the cafe much more noticeable. They had decided to sit at a table in the corner where it was slightly more private with there being other people there as well. They could both agree that the date was going much better than either of them had expected. Any worried thoughts they’d had before? Vanished the moment they made eye contact with another. A laugh bubbled from Y/N’s chest, finding herself leaning forward at a joke George had made. It was amazing, she had been so nervous and hesitant to even go on the date with him and now she was having an amazing time. She felt so comfortable with him and that was the weirdest part of it all, not usually being so open and comfortable so fast. It really just felt right, almost as though she was a puzzle piece and he was the only part that fit perfectly with her. A happy sigh fell from her lips, tilting her head to the side slightly, “It’s funny, I feel like I know you already from Florence telling me about you, even though I don’t really.” She thinks out loud earning a nod from the man. “I know right? I feel the same way. It’s like I‘ve known you for a while when in reality we’ve only just met.” He says in agreement with a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and faint dimples appearing. Those were some little things that Y/N had taken note to in the time they’d spent together, finding her eyes would always linger which in return made faint blushes appear on her face. A content smile made its way on her face, resting her chin on the table and propping her chin on the outside of her hand. There’s a moment of silence and it’s comfortable, then she speaks again, “I think I might have to thank Florence later for doing this.” George smiles softly at this, leaning forward slightly too so they were only a few inches apart. Their noses almost brushing together and their lips ghosting over each other's, “When you do, give thanks from me too.”

[s1ater]

save me, poor boy. jack marrowbone x reader

summary 📣: in which reader is in danger and jack is the only one who thinks he can save her, but she might not be the one who needs to be saved

warnings 🚫: swearing, violence

slater’s note 🗯: i adore jack marrowbone

jack had never seen your cheeks so pale, yet so flush with a rosy redness high in your cheekbones. he pressed the back of his hand against your cheeks, allowing the coldness to seep deep into his own skin.

he looked back up from your frail body, eyes analyzing the atmosphere of green and blue melting together into cold air.

if only you had waited for him, and if only you had never even made a visit to him that day in the first place.

somewhere in the woods, his father was roaming around, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.

“jack, please, let us help you,” jane tried to force her way through the attic door, slamming her fists against the wooden door as did billy and sam.

jack forced their voices from his head as he marched back down the stairs, holding the case of money tightly in his hand.

he was ready, he knew what he had to do. and he wasn’t afraid, he couldn’t be.

stepping outside, he searched for the figure of the man, his father. his eyes rapidly grazed the field that was laid out before, looking, but finding nothing.

it gave him even more anxiety than before, he couldn’t find the man, he couldn’t find the murder and it was then realization struck him.

you.

right before he locked his siblings into the attic he heard your voice, he saw your figure hoping out of your car, a smile on your face as you made your way into the house.

you knew just as well as he did who his father was. you knew what he did, and what he would do if he ever found the marrowbone family, especially jack.

that’s why you took matter into your own hands, staring back at the man in the other side of the field with your own gun in hand.

“go away!”

he didn’t say anything in return, only stared back silently with a sick smile on the center of his face.

“i know who you are! i know what you’ve done!”

your mouth got you in trouble.

and following that man into the woods with out real knowledge of what he could do to you once alone, got you in real trouble, real danger.

“oh y/n, what did you do now,” he whispered lowly, pressing his knuckles against his chapped lips. he could see a bruise forming along your hairline, seeming to be the reason why you were out, hit by the butt of a gun.

“brave, but a fool. just like you.”

jack quickly flipped around, his hands tightly clasping the metal box full of cash, “don’t touch her... don’t hurt her anymore, this is between me and you.”

he stayed silent, sitting down on a low rock, raising his brows as if questioning what jack was saying is true.

“here, take the money,” jack handed the metal box off to his father who took it, still listening and seeming strangely understanding with calming eyes and facial structure.

he didn’t seem disturb at all, and that’s what scared jack.

“it’s yours, it’s what you came for, now go. you have no reason to be near the house, nor them. it was me who ratted you out and took your money. not them,” jack was breathless, on edge as to what the man would do, “take the money and leave us alone.”

the man stood up calmly, edging onto his feet causing the uneasiness in jack’s stomach to plummet in increase. once the man seemed to be content with his stance and thoughts, he rose the metal box, slamming it across jack’s face, sending the poor boy the ground.

your head throbbed with an extraordinary pain you had never felt before. you groaned feeling nothing and yet everything at once.

your fingers felt numb and you forced them up from the ground, mindlessly reaching for the stem of pain where is was all resonating from. you held your eyes tightly shut while rolling on your back. nothing felt good, and you felt like you were going to hurl.

following the marrowbone’s father in the woods wasn’t the greatest idea, and you almost forgot that was the reason you had ended up where you were. you were a fool and blinded by the idea of love, not wanting the man to do any more damage then he had already done.

once you fully came to your senses, eye lids open and body hunched on it’s side as your fingers laced into the grass, ready to push yourself to your feet, your ears filled with groans.

“jack...” your voice was barely above a whispered as your back arch, rolling further onto your side and onto your knees, eyes meeting two figures, one hunched over the other, choking and beating the struggling body beneath them.

your body felt woozy as you tipped back and forth on your feet, trying to catch balance as you stumbled over to the shotgun you had carried out in the full green woods, hoping to kill a monster... but failed.

you still had hope as your fingers tighten around the metal mouth of the gun, bringing it behind your shoulders before swinging it, the whole wooden butt hitting roughly against the soft skull of the father of your lover.

he hit the floor with a thud, his back pressed into the green carpet as he tried to catch his mind, realizing what was happening. and it was then you yourself realized the hole that was damaging the man’s throat. blood oozing from the gaping, rather large whole.

you clenched your jaw as the sounds of his choking from the large amounts of blood that filled his mouth reached your ears.

“do it, y/n, do it.”

you had never killed a person before, but your mind told you it’d be okay, just this once it’d be fine, that you had to do it.

you pulled back the back, placing your finger on the trigger before pushing against it, pushing past the wall in your heart that always compelled you to do the right thing. your mind told you this was an exception.

the bullet put another hole through his head, laying the man to rest, sending him to hell.

your fingers felt cold and the gun dropped from your hands as realization seemed to have hit you through all parts of your body, sending you into a spiral of shock.

your stumbled before landing into his arms, his own cold hands reaching for yours as he turned you to face him. and it was something that you needed as he seemed to have nodded in approval, knowing there was no other way, that he deserved it.

jack held you closely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, hands no longer with yours but gripping around your shoulders, tightly, as if making sure you were right there, right in his arms, safe.

and he closed his eyes tightly, listening to the quickness of both your heartbeats, wishing to god that you’d always be there, always.

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[ditch-witches]

𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚌𝚜

[trying something a little different, let me know what you all think :)]

♥ the two of you probably met in college through mutual friends at a party

♥ you had randomly asked him to hold your drink after one of your shoes broke and hurried off to the bathroom

♥ when you came back, it was like he had forgotten he was holding it as he started talking to your friend and looked at you weirdly when you asked for it back

♥ flash forward and he’s going through an “i will learn how to play guitar, even if it kills me” phase

♥ but he doesn’t start with the basics (of course). he goes right for learning the chords to a weird Scandinavian song he heard when he stumbled onto a foreign radio station

♥ or at least, that’s what he told you he was learning

♥ turns out he was trying to perfect learning a song he knew you loved

♥ man is a Grade. A. simp

♥ every morning he wakes you up with a steaming cup of tea in bed

♥ some days you show up to work to see a luscious bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk from him

♥ he leaves notes in unexpected places for you to find when he goes off to shoot

♥ after you move in together, you’d get home from work and he’s ready to shower you in love and affection (and tell you everything he learned from a documentary he watched for fifteen minutes during the day)

♥ the two of you love cooking together

♥ mainly weird recipes the two of you found online

♥ everything comes out terrible in the end though because George always has to “spice it up”

♥ usually you give up anyway, happy to order pizza because who cares

♥ as far as your friends knew, you were both great cooks

♥ George took the ideology behind “what’s mine is yours” very seriously, and applied it to most aspects of your already shared life

♥ whether it be car keys or clothes, it was shared

♥ George’s favorite thing to share happened to be personal space

♥ in the car, George’s hand was either tangled with yours or settled on your knee; maybe resting on the back of your seat---it really didn’t matter as long as he was in arms length of you

♥ when you usually went about your chores around the house, George would follow you around to help you or just “keep you company”

♥ it probably was because of how much you worked during the week

♥ he loves wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair after a long day

♥ between pressing soft kisses to your shoulders, he’d hum in response to you talking about your day

♥ George was always on one side of the bed when you went to sleep, yet you’d wake up twisted around him in his embrace or on the opposite side without any recollection as to how you’d gotten there

♥ while you felt unkempt and sweaty, he was still dozing off blissfully, completely unbothered

[strangethings-everywhere]

In The Trenches - George Mackay x Reader

Navigating the trenches and obstacles of No Man’s Land was hard enough during the filming of 1917. No one expected you and lead actor George Mackay to actually have to fight your way out of the set when things suddenly started to go wrong. 

A/N: Here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and I might be writing some more and maybe adding a tagslist, so who knows!

Words: 1562

Warnings: possible spoilers for 1917 (if you squint), cursing, a lil making out

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No matter how illustrious a film promised to be, the last thing you ever wanted to do was slide on your ass into a death trap replica of a WWI trench and paint actors with just enough mud and fake horse shit and whatever else they needed to look the right amount of miserable. Yet there you were, sliding on your ass into a trench replica to dip your brushes in the mud and then wipe it on people’s faces and so on.

The film itself was an incredible feat of cinematography and physical work, especially from the two leads, Dean and George. They were both sweet young men and were very respectful and cooperative, especially when you had to cover them in various trench shit. 

At that particular moment, you were being led through ‘No Man’s Land’ to where George and Dean were. One of the challenges that Lance Corporals Schofield and Blake faced in the film involved navigating through a boobytrapped German trench and bunker system. Your job was to be ready in case the scene had to be filmed again and makeup had to be fixed. 

As you made your way over to the other trench, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach twist up in knots. You knew why too: George Mackay. The tall, blond, blue-eyed boy had been a constant customer in your makeup chair since filming had started and even before then, you had been on set during the six-month rehearsals. You had watched him and Dean rehearse their scenes and do military drills and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were attracted to him. He was like a magnet.

And the craziest part was he often approached you first. It was terrifying.

You never allowed yourself to dwell on it, which is why the five-ten minute journey from trench to trench was torture. By the time you reached your destination, your hands were shaking. 

“You know he has to film his scenes, right? You don’t have to talk to him.” Rachel, the other hairstylist, offered you a comforting smile. She knew all about your infatuation with George. 

“I know, but part of me wants to. The other side of me wants to take this golf cart and drive as far away as I can.” You whined, showing her a weak smile in return. She laughed. 

“C’mon Juliet. Let’s go find Romeo and make sure his foundation isn’t running.” 

“You aren’t funny. At ALL.” You groaned, sliding out of the cart.

The crew was usually set up in a base camp, and the cameras would follow Dean and George wherever they were going because of how the movie was being shot.

Unfortunately for us, they had already done one take and needed to do it again. This meant we had to go into the German bunker and fix the boys’ makeup. 

“You know, when I applied to be a makeup artist in the movie world, I didn’t think I’d be drudging through trenches.” You muttered to Rachel as an assistant led you through the bunker, all of you holding flashlights. She snorted.

“You know, me neither.” A very familiar British accent ascended from the darkness, causing you to let out a shriek. The accent began to laugh and revealed himself to be the one and only George Mackay. 

“Oh shit Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He grinned. George was covered in ‘dust’ and ‘debris’ from the disaster he had just recently survived, which meant you would have to clean him off and reapply what you could. 

“Oh you asshat.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “C’mon, where can I fix you up?”

“This way. Oh, and Dean should be this way too.” George hooked his thumbs in the straps of his pack and began down a passageway, you and Rachel close at his heels. “Be careful.” He added. 

It didn’t take long for your trio to find the cameramen and Dean, which meant that you and George were off sitting by yourselves. 

And you had to touch his face. 

“So, Y/N…” George began, those blue eyes of his intently watching your face as you worked. You cursed internally; he could see you blushing so hard. 

“So, George… or do I call you Lance Corporal William Schofield until we’re done filming?” You asked, turning away for a moment to rummage in your bag. George chuckled. 

“Was that wit and sarcasm, Miss Y/L/N?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe. I’m feeling bold today.” 

“Alright, I respect that.” 

“Thanks, look up please.” You gently lifted his chin with one shaking hand and then began blotting makeup under his eyes with the other. 

“Why are you shaking?” His voice had softened and he almost sounded nervous himself. Slowly, George removed your hands from his face and held them in his own. “Are you nervous? Cold? Both?” 

“I…” 

Before you could answer, the set started to shake. Across the room, the cameramen lept to their feet and began to run out of the small room, desperate to protect the camera equipment. Dean and Rachel glanced over at you and George, worry etched onto their faces. 

“George?” You squeaked out. You clutched his hand as the ceiling began to spew dust. 

“Y/N, it’s gonna be alright, I promise.” He said slowly. “We have to make our way over to the exit. Dean and Rachel are on their way out, we have to follow.”

“Okay.” 

As soon as we took our first step, the ceiling cracked and the exit caved in, covering us in dust and debris. 

“George?!” You screamed, your throat coated in the terrible dust in the air that you couldn’t cough out. You couldn’t see, and his hand was no longer in your grip. “George?!”

“I’m here!” His cry was muffled, but close. “Y/N, where are you?”

“Okay, George? I can’t see.” You began to scramble along the ground like a madwoman, trying to feel for him. 

“Did you have a flashlight?” 

You had a lighter in your pocket, not for any particular reason, but you had one. By the grace of the good Lord, it was still there. “George, I have a solution.”

“Thank goodness!”

“It involves fire.”

“Absolutely not.”

“George!” You groaned and pulled the lighter out of your pocket. You gave it a few flicks and suddenly there was a warm pocket of light surrounding you. “George, come to the light!” 

He was there in a second, his hair wild and his grin full of relief and joy. “Thank god,” George whispered, reaching forward to wipe some dust off your face. “You know, this is supposed to be a stunt.” 

“You’re so not funny right now.” You grinned. 

“I’m not trying to be. This is supposed to be a stunt.” George moved closer, his eyes shining in what little light you had. “But if I had to be trapped down here with anyone, I’m glad it’s you.” 

If breathing wasn’t already difficult because of the dust, his words almost stopped your breath entirely. “W-What?” 

George slid the lighter from your hand and wedged it between some rocks, out of your way. “Y/N, you know exactly what I said.”

You blinked a few times. 

“Yes, yes I do.” You took a deep breath, grabbed his dusty military uniform, and pressed your lips to his. 

George was stunned, a small squeak escaping him before his senses finally returned to him. He seemed almost frustrated that his body wouldn’t move fast enough as he slid his arms around you and yanked you up onto his lap. You detached one hand from the straps of his uniform and slid it into his hair, pulling ever so slightly. George sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on your waist. 

“Shit, Y/N.” He hissed against your lips. Those blue eyes held a look you’d never seen before. They were dark, hungry. In the flickering flame from your lighter, he looked almost scary, like he was looking for something to consume.

Somebody to consume.

“George…” You whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair again. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a satisfied hum. He pressed his lips lightly to yours, then pulled away and dropped his head into the crook of your neck with a shaky exhale. 

“Mm Y/N we aren’t supposed to be doing this.” He murmured. With every movement of his mouth against your skin, the knots in your stomach got tighter and tighter. “So when we get out of here, will you go to dinner with me?” 

“Dinner?” You grinned. George glanced up at you, a hopeful smile gracing his lips. 

“Yeah, I just thought-”

“OI, GEORGE? Y/N? YOU ALIVE?” Light broke into the little room and Dean’s voice followed. You quickly slid off George’s lap and grabbed your lighter. 

“Hey, George?”

“Yeah?” 

You took his hand and squeezed it gently. “I’d love to have dinner with you, as long as I don’t get stuck in any more trenches.”

He laughed. “No promises, but I’ll do my best. For you.”

[highashell9871]

Hey all, I’m opening up writing and ship requests again. Open for all fandoms but I might decide not to do too many of the writing requests (please send them in though, I want more ideas!) I only write SFW. I’m sorry that my blog hasn’t been active or if I haven't been responding to any requests, Tumblr deleted everything in my inbox :(

[panevanbuckley]

Blakefield 6 for the Otp prompts?

Yes yes yes!! I got this prompt twice (for different ships tho 😅) and I'm so glad bc it's cute as heck! I hope you like this 💕

prompt sent from this list

[schofield-blake]

Hi ! May i ask if u have any 1917 fic recommendations ? I haven't a had a lot of luck finding good fics since the fandom exploded in popularity and soonly died out

I haven't read some of these fics in a while but they all helped fill that 1917 void XD

Just so you know most of the fics I read are Blakefield (Will×Tom)

These are fics I read right when the 1917 fandom was starting to boom:

Also reminder some of these might have some trigger topics (such as death and suicide) so please read with caution!

Feel free to reblog with more fic recommendations!

Hurt/Comfort & Angst:

Little Soldier Boy

(Will×Tom)

《deals with some heavy topics》

Will wakes up in Ecoust with no memory

there's no reason for me .... but here we fuckin' are baby!

(short 1 chapter) (implied Will×Tom)

Will's thoughts as Tom dies in his arms

Pick a Man, Bring your Kit by @wafflesrisa

(Will and Tom friendship)

Will Schofield is trapped in a Groundhog day time loop

Pick a Kit, Bring your Man by @lizofalltrades

(Will and Tom friendship)

Continuing from Pick a Man Bring your Kit with Tom Blake's perspective

his tongue bleeds candor

(Will×Tom)

Will can't get any sleep

you can get what you want (or you can just get old)

(Will×Tom)

Even back home, Will still has nightmares.

hallowed be thy name

(Will×Tom)

When they get to Ecoust, Laurie is dead. The baby is not.

Companion piece to our father, who art in heaven

our father, who art in heaven

(Will×Tom)

When they get to Ecoust, Laurie is dead. The baby is not.

Companion piece to hallowed be thy name

if we had five more minutes

(Will×Tom)

a poem for blake

cherry blossoms by @owlinaminor

(Will×Tom)

After the war, Will goes to see Mrs. Blake’s orchard.

Head First and Fearless by @kolyarostovs

(Will×Tom)

In which Blake's injury isn't too life-threatening after all, and he gets the help he needs in time, though Schofield doesn't realize it right away.

Come back home, William Schofield

(Will×Tom) (Will×OC/Wife)

He started to feel that what he once used to call home could no longer be his, he realized he still had someone else, found amidst the lands of war. If only for now.

Under This Tree I Weep For You (and the promise I made)

Schofield writes the letter to Blake’s mother and weeps for the friend he lost.

Fluff:

these simple things remind me of you

(short 1 chapter) (Will×Tom)

Will and Tom enjoy a rainy day back home

Yellow carnations, periwinkles and everything in between

(Will×Tom)

Flower shop modern au

spirit of my silence

(Will×Tom)

If Blake is being romantic, he thinks he must’ve loved Schofield from the second he first saw him- first heard his voice- because he can’t imagine knowing Schofield and not loving him. If he’s being realistic, though, he knows it’s not true

[inkfablesandstories]

request guidelines

hello everyone! here are are my request guidelines, just to clarify any of your possible future requests. not many rules, just clarifications:)

genres:

genres that i write:

angst (i love angst, however love to end it with some fluff or an open ending)

fluff (absolutely love!)

smut (i haven’t ever written smut, so any first time smut requests may not describe everything graphically but more so implied or be suggestive. i will try my best as i explore and get used to this genre)

one shots (i have no problems and love)

series (i sometimes have commitment issues but at the same time have to finish everything off, so i might write a shorter series and then during any holidays and free time, i might start writing a longer one; i already am planning one)

headcannons (absolutely love and find them so cute and fun to write)

plot request:

i have no problems with whatever you want to request, i will make a prompt list, if you would like to use it, but if you want also song-inspired pieces or just normally you have something interesting, send it and i’ll be excited to write it!

characters/people i write for:

now, the most important part: who do i write for? i will first state, who i will definitely write for in the list below:

F1 drivers (though mainly younger drivers, however i can make the exception if i’m in the mood or really like the request)

harry potter and fantastic beasts (mainly newt scamander and cedric diggory, however honestly i don’t mind any of the characters except for draco malfoy lol)

celebrities (i have a couple ideas for austin butler, robert pattinson, eddie redmayne and george mackay, and will take any requests with celebrities that i enjoy/know of/am comfortable with)

1917 (2019 movie) (mainly william schofield but if anyone requests tom blake, will gladly write one)

miscellaneous (i’m a big fan of: hunger games, mainly finnick odair; star wars; little women; queen’s gambit)

but in all honesty, if you have a character or person you want me to write for, just request them and i’ll see if i know them or the movie and try to write for them:)

schedule:

i may not get to your request immediately as my schedule right now is very erratic, but do not feel like you shouldn’t request anything

where to request:

just check out my blog and at the top you will find my request box!

anonymity:

feel comfortable to request anonymously or not, there is an option to click if you want to:)

[magicaltear]

Fandom: 1917 (Movie 2019) Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield, Joseph Blake & Tom Blake, Joseph Blake & William Schofield, Joseph Blake/Lieutenant Leslie Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: William Schofield, Tom Blake, Joseph Blake (1917), Tom Blake's Mother, Lieutenant Leslie (1917), William Schofield's Sister - Character Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Tom Blake Lives, Canon Era, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Christmas Eve, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Fix-It of Sorts, Historical Accuracy, Prompt Fic Collections: Walking In A Blakefield Wonderland

Summary: A small glimpse into William Schofield's Christmas Eves from 1916 to 1919 as pertaining to one Thomas Blake. “Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.” – Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981) Excerpt under the cut!

The tired groans of dozens of men rose over the early morning mist lingering atop the white fields of France. They were reaching the third hour of intense digging at the west side of Desire Trench in Buigny-Saint-Maclou, to the north of Abbeville, but Lance Corporal William Schofield couldn’t find it in himself to complain like the privates in his section heartily did. His shoulders and arms and lower back ached from all the shoveling, but at least the motions helped to keep the cold at bay. Will had witnessed what happened to the men who gave in to the exhaustion, who sat down for a nap from which they never woke up again. Winters in the trenches were merciless, and no one cared anymore if Christmastime was upon them this 1916.

“Bloody hell, Blake. My arms are about ready to fall off, how are you still going?”

The huffing coming from another group of privates gathered nearby caught Will’s attention for a second. Three men stood around a much younger private, leaned against their shovels as they caught their breath and watched the boy work. Will instantly recognized the flushed cheeks and light blue eyes of Thomas Blake, a rather cheerful lad that had joined the 8th East Surreys with the other reinforcements a couple of months ago.

Will had seen quite a lot of Private Blake since then—too much, probably. Blake wasn’t loud per se, but he gave Will the impression that he was everywhere. Will had seen him volunteering on supply runs, playing cards with the older soldiers, telling stories to the younger ones, offering smiles as readily as he offered his hand in aid. Will had already turned his company down multiple times, but Blake would always come back and try again the following day.

Today, Will realized with a start, Blake was a meek shadow of who he normally was. The usual apple red of his cheeks had faded into an ashy white, contrasted only by the stark red of his nose and cold-chaffed cheeks. His smile had melted into a heavy set frown that would have looked more at home on Will’s own lips, and his gaze remained stubbornly fixed on the blade of his shovel.

Will didn’t miss how Blake ignored his mates’ comments. He continued digging. Mechanically. Blinking dark eyelashes to hide misty eyes.

Will supposed there always was a first time for everything. He knew it for a fact in this forsaken war.

Will still worried.

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[heffrcns]

william schofield falling in love with a stenographer:

this is my first hc request, so i’ll give it a shot :) though please keep in mind this is my first time doing anything like this, so please be easy on me (esp. with typos/mistakes) !! also, this ended up being pretty long i’m sorry ahhh !!

warnings: none really, fluff! kinda cliché in parts though oop, i’m a sucker for it

(also i apologise for any historical inaccuracy, this is all for the purpose of the story!)

will was in the trenches, which he was somewhat used to at that point, when he first saw her

a beautiful young lady (he especially thought so) stood with her pen and paper in hand, scribbling down her observations

will was instantly intrigued by both her beauty and what she was doing

she was allowed restricted access to near the front lines, in order to record her eyewitness accounts of the horrendous war that was happening around her

this made will think a lot about how different their roles were, in the same place at the same time

while being deep in thought, he also made the decision that he needed to talk to her, at some point or another

but initially, he couldn’t bring himself to

what if he made a fool of himself? why would such a beautiful woman want to speak to him? she was surrounded by men, after all

he brushed away his irrational thoughts by moving along the trench to check on his fellow soldiers

he also made a promise to himself - that he will talk to her next time

the next time her saw her, however, she wasn’t alone

another soldier he didn’t know the name of was striking up a conversation with her

although he was too far away to hear what they were saying, he did hear her let out a laugh

and wow, was it the most angelic laugh he had ever heard

but he then remembered why she was laughing

because of another soldier. another soldier that wasn’t him

filled with involuntary jealousy, he stayed put until the soldier (finally, he thought) left her alone

this was his time to talk to her

so with sweaty palms, a nervous gulp and sigh of frustration for getting so worked up, he started to make his way over to her

his jealously faded more and more the closer he got to her, her beauty being undeniably overwhelming to him

when he finally got to within a metre of her, she noticed his eyes directly on her

this lead to the most vibrant smile making its way onto her face

oh boy, will almost died on the spot

the smile was aimed at him

he faintly smiled back, being in too much of a trance to reciprocate it properly

if he could rewind time he would’ve replayed that moment a thousand times over

but since he couldn’t, he found himself clearing his throat nervously, realising he should probably say something

“uh, hi, i noticed you here a while ago - not that i was watching - well i was, but only a bit, uh, and thought i’d say hi.. so, hi?”

he cursed at himself in his head for saying ‘hi’ 3 times and being a blabbering mess

but she let out another one of her angelic laughs, to which he suddenly took back the mental cursing

he didn’t care what he said, he made her laugh

“well, hello” she smiled again, following it up by introducing herself, “and you are?”

it took a few seconds to even process his own name

“i’m lance corporal schofield, uh, william schofield. but uh, you can call me will”

“we’re going by nicknames already, will?” she joked

that was it.

that was all it took - her beauty, her smile, her laugh and her witty remark was all it took to know he had fallen

and he had fallen hard

from then on, that was how it went

every time he saw her (which he made the effort to do a lot), he’d make conversation

he gradually got more confident around her, making jokes himself

and he definitely appreciated her laughs he received in return

it even got to the point where blake noticed his frequent visits to the young woman

so of course, teasing endured

will always replied with a “shut up” or “get lost, you bloody idiot”

but he couldn’t ever deny blake’s remarks

because he was right - he was well and truly whipped for the young stenographer

after a few more weeks of talking, laughing and even a bit of flirting (go on, will ;) ), the time had come

she had to retreat back from near the front lines, as she had a satisfactory amount of records to keep her going

but she didn’t want to go, she really didn’t

and will most definitely didn’t want her to

but duty called

as relectuant as will was to let her go (for now, he determinedly thought) he was also partly relieved that she was going to a less dangerous place

he thanked god that nothing bad happened to her while she was here

and although war doesn’t stop for love, he sure as hell felt like it did when it came to her

so they both savoured the last few times they shared with each other

where it became apparent, for both of them, that their love for each other had grew immensely

out of all the things will expected from the war, falling in love was definitely not one of them

and he really, truly had

never in his life has he felt this way about a woman

no girl he’s ever met at school, the pub or down the street has ever come close

so when they were sharing their last moments together before she had to go, will simply couldn’t keep it in any longer

“hey, uh, i have something to tell you before you go,” he stammered

the same nerves he had when he first met her came flooding back

and she noticed this too

“yeah, what is it?” her intrigued, somewhat concerned voice asked

“i- well, you’re just so amazing, funny, beautiful, god, you’re so beautiful, caring, and every other positive word i can think of,”

he was rambling again, like he did during their first meeting, but still, it felt so different this time

“and anyways, what i wanted to say is, uh, i love you”

and again, just like their first meeting, she laughed

it was a lighter laugh this time, almost like laugh of relief

will looked confused for a second, almost regretful in case she thought he was being ridiculous, until she replied to his confession

“i love you too, will. so much. i wish i didn’t have to leave you just yet”

let me tell you, will’s heart EXPLODED

e x p l o d e d!!!

and the fact she felt the same, combined with the fact she was leaving, gave him a confidence boost

to do what he’d been wanting to do pretty much since he laid eyes on her

with literal heart eyes and a deep breath, he slowly leant down

and then he felt her soft lips on his, as she met him half way

they both melted into it, like their lips were made for each other

cliché, i know, but that’s exactly how he felt

his hands went to rest on her waist, while her arms wrapped loosely around his neck

when they finally (and reluctantly) pulled apart, their foreheads lay against each other, neither of them wanting to move

“hey, will, promise me something?” she broke the silence

he hummed in recognition of her question

“when all this is over, you’ll come find me?”

“of course i will, but you’ve got to me promise me you won’t get hurt. stay safe for me, love, and i’ll come find you as soon as i can” he said

even just the thought of something happening to her made his heart beat faster

“then you’ve got to promise that as well, stay safe for me”

and that sentence, that very sentence, gave him all the determination in the world to make it through the war

he kept going, through each gruelling day, just to see you again

he saw some sights he never wants to see again, lost some people he wish he didn’t, and escaped close calls along the way

but he knew, deep-down, that she was still out there - his love

and she was, waiting for the day will came back to her

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) i feel like i ended it kind of abruptly i’m sorry, but i already got too carried away lmao. i’m also experimenting with tenses, and my next one might be using ‘you’ rather than ‘she/her’, which will also help to make some of my future ones gender neutral :D

P.S. i hope the formatting is okay, it’s done on mobile so let me know if it’s not worked!

[1917-ao3feed]

Only the Essentials

by cadastre

Christmas Day is jam-packed. It's only to be expected that one or two things might get forgotten in the shuffle. Thankfully, everything seems to work out just fine in the end.

Words: 2967, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Joseph Blake (1917), William Schofield, William Schofield's Wife, William Schofield's Daughters, William Schofield's Mother, William Schofield's Father, Tom Blake, Tom Blake's Mother

Relationships: Joseph Blake/William Schofield/William Schofield's Wife

Additional Tags: Modern Era, Polyamory, Holidays, Christmas, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Cookies, Christmas Movies, (well sort of)

2023-12-26T08:01:19.000Z2023-12-20T04:34:51.000Z

[daydreamngs]

Road Trip | George MacKay

requested: George, Dean and reader (she has a crush on George) in a car trip, can you write? Thanks (send me some requests!)

warnings: Fluff

word count: 1,514

a/n: Gif is not mine. Also me writing something short and sweet? Impossible. 

When the week started, this was not where Y/N expected to be. In fact, it was quite the opposite. With all the work she had piling up she’d thought she’d be at her home, locked away from the outside world, bound to never see the sunlight again. But here she was, dragged away from her stressed life and pushed into a car, being told they were going on a very much needed road trip by two of her friends - one being a little more than a friend to her. She was very hesitant to go, the thought of leaving all of her work behind for the weekend only added to her stress. Thinking about all of the inevitable due dates that were creeping up on her but as she stared at the puppy-eyed men who were named Dean and George, she found it very hard to say no to them. Now here she was, sitting in the front passenger seat with her sock covered feet on the dash and her favorite, or rather the only pair of sunglasses sat upon her face. 

“I really can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this.” She thinks out loud, eyes locked on the moving scenery in front of her. “Oh, cheer up, Y/N! It’ll be fine I promise, you’ll be thanking us by the end of it. Begging us to stay.” Dean says, and the woman doesn’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking which makes her scoff. “Yeah, alright, we’ll see.” Then she feels hands reaching from behind her and resting upon her shoulders giving a tight squeeze to them. George had leaned forward in his seat behind her, giving her a little massage almost but it only made her tenser, face blooming in a violent blush. “Relax, it’ll be fine. You’ll still have time to get everything you need done by the time you get back.” His words are a lot more reassuring and less teasing than Dean’s but it didn’t ease the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach, feeling as though she was about to turn into putty any second. She tries to take a big breath through her nose, in an attempt to get over her silly crush on him. Then she sighs, realizing that she needed to just relax because it really wasn’t going to do her any good to be stressed and uptight the whole time. Might as well enjoy herself and leave the worrying for when she returns home. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just need to loosen up.” She responds finally, giving a little look over her shoulder to see him looking at her with a smile. She smiles back, ignoring the burning tips of her ears. She hoped he didn’t question her rosy cheeks. 

After finally coming to the realization that it would be pointless to worry while she was away, Y/N finally began to enjoy herself. It wasn’t a really long road trip, only about 3 or 4 hours to get where they were wanting to go but they enjoyed every second of it like it was going to take them ages. “Oh my god! I haven’t heard this song in so long.” Y/N gasped, moving so her feet were no longer tucked underneath her but on the ground - how they were supposed to be. “Can we fall, one more time? stop the tape and rewind. Oh and if you walk away I know I'll fade, cause there is nobody elseeee.” She sang passionately, laughing along with the two men that were laughing at her, but she didn’t care. Honestly, this was the most fun she’d had in a while and it made her feel carefree- like she was a teenager. She turned around as much as she could in her seat to look back to George, whose face appeared to be just as flushed as her own, his smile so wide that it crinkled the corners of his eyes - just how she adored it. “It's gotta be you, only you... '' As they sang it together, it really didn’t process in her mind for a second - and then it did. Lips fell silent, and a bright blush bloomed over her cheeks, a second passed and he repeated the lyrics just how they were in the song but it felt different. It almost felt it was directed at her, their eyes locked together in what felt like an intimate moment for the two of them. “How about a quick stop? Get some snacks, pee maybe?” Dean’s voice broke them from their heated staring content, making both of them clear their throats, heated blushes burning their face and ears. “Sure, why not,” George says, a hoarse tone to his voice, leaning back in his seat as he rubbed the palms of his hand on his thighs.

Y/N stood on the snack aisle, hand on her chin as she stared in query at the different snack options. She hated deciding which one to pick, not really knowing what she was craving, or if she even wanted anything. A clear of a throat behind her made her jump slightly before she turned around to see George. A breathy laugh fell from her lips as she gave him a smile, trying to not let her mind linger back to what had happened in the car. “Can’t pick?” He asks, smile mirroring hers as he stood with his hands in his pockets. A sigh falls from her lips as she nods, “Yeah… in my defense, there are so many options.” Y/N tells him, trying to defend herself in a joking tone. It earns a laugh from him which is what she was hoping for. She bites down on her lip, the corners of her lips tugging into a closed-lip smile. “Hmm, I can recommend that one there. I think you’d like it.” He looks as though he was really giving it some thought. He had stepped closer, now only inches away from her, the smell of his cologne washing over her. The tips of her ears burned with a feverish heat, and she really hopes that he can't tell. That seemed to happen a lot around him. “Yeah? Alright, I’m trusting you. If I hate it, I’m blaming it on you.” It’s a joking comment, and he knows it. Though what he doesn’t know is that it’s a joking comment to cover up how flustered and nervous she was. He laughs with her, and then he leans over to grab the bag for her. He places his hand on the small of her back gently, which forces her to stand straighter, mind going blank for a second before she processed what was happening. 

It felt as though her chest had just exploded, a fiery warmth swallowing her whole. Was this a way to show her he might be interested in her? Was it nothing more than something platonic? Was she overthinking this? Probably, but maybe she wasn’t. No matter what it was, she couldn’t deny that it felt right. To have him so close to her was something that brought her much comfort, it also fogged over all of her senses. “Hey, George?” ... “Yeah?” … “I like you.” It fogged over her senses so much that she blurted out the truth about her feelings for him. It’s quiet for a minute too long, and Y/N feels the dread filling up inside her. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said th-” She’s cut off by him grabbing her gently arms, turning her around so she was facing him and then his lips are on hers in a rushed movement. Just like before, her mind goes blank. Instead of an embarrassed warmth, this time there’s a fuzzy warmth that wraps around her and made her melt into his hold. His arms are slid around her waist so he’s hugging her almost, and her hands are placed on his chest as they shared a sweet, and gentle kiss. Neither of them moves to pull away, just enjoying one another’s presence at that moment. Their senses focused on each other. “Ready to go? … Oh my god, I- Um.” Dean’s voice can be heard, he stuttered slightly at the sight he just witnessed. The news of them liking each other wasn’t something new to him, he’d guessed it a while ago but decided it was best for them to figure it out - even if it was hard for him to do that. It was then that they pulled away, hazy from just everything that had happened. Y/N catches sight of Dean moving away from them, but she didn’t really care in that moment as she looks back to the man in front of her. “I like you too.” He whispers, their noses practically brushing against one another. “And I’m really glad that you came.” The butterflies that swarmed her stomach seemed to never really end, a bright smile capturing her lips as she stares up to him with a look of pure adoration, “Me too.”

[imagineitup]

espresso : tom blake x william schofield

about: Schofield convinces himself the reason he keeps coming back to the local coffee shop is because of the coffee.  What Schofield doesn’t let himself admit is that maybe there’s also a really cute barista who won’t ever leave his mind. 

wordcount: 853

warnings: fluff, puns, idiots to (sort of) lovers

a/n: i made this so long ago and came back to it and realized i actually really like it?? i wanted to share it with you <3

- - 

Schofield thinks he’s lost his mind.  He tells himself the reason he keeps coming to this coffee shop is definitely because of the window seat, the one next to the greenery and the sunlight streaming through the window, and because of the coffee, too.  

He doesn’t have to mention the barista, either.  Blake is … Blake is something.

When he reaches the front of the line, he’s met with the polite smile of another barista until Blake looks up from the coffee he’s making, and freezes.  From his peripherals, Schofield watches amusedly as Blake carelessly shoves his drink into the hands of an irritated Leslie and wheels to the front of the register, smirking casually at Schofield.

“Back again, Scho?”

Schofield tries to stifle his smile, but only really succeeds in hiding his eyes and shrugging.  “I told you it’s Schofield,” he says absent-mindedly.

“And you didn’t answer my question,” Blake teases.  He’s done something nice to his hair, and he leans forward over the counter, eyes sparkling.

Has he always had eyes like that?  And oh --

Schofield shrugs again, motioning to the backpack slung around his shoulder.  “You know,” he says, “studying.”  He takes in Blake’s raised eyebrow, and adds emphatically, “again.”

Blake groans, tilting his head back in laughter.  “Ugh, you’re such a nerd.”

Schofield makes an estranged noise.  “Am not.”

“Uh huh.  You know, there’s this one story about this college kid who wouldn’t take a break --”

“Not in the mood,” Schofield sighs.  “Just --”

Blake laughs.  “Not in the mood for what?  To get exposed?”  He lowers his voice as if he’s about to tell Schofield something confidential and secret, and Schofield nearly falls for it, until Blake’s voice wavers on the last word in haughty mockery.  “Nerd.”

“Oh my god,” Schofield says.  “I just wanted --”

“Your depresso espresso?  Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Looks like you’ve got my order down,” Schofield says with a raised eyebrow, his mouth quirking in attempt to stop the tug at the corner of his lips.  “It’s a bit of a predicament, but it looks like you’re the nerd here.”

Blake grins.  “You know it.”

It’s something Schofield doesn’t expect.  And it’s another one down for Blake.  It’s Schofield who blushes, looking down at his hands to shift in his stance.  

“It’s also part of my job,” Blake quips, apparently not noticing Schofield’s flush.  He shakes his head as Schofield attempts to hand over money, pushing his hands away with extravagant shoves.  “On the house,” he says proudly, and very matter-of-factly.  “We can’t have our resident nerd falling asleep.  Grind never stops, eh?”  

Schofield smiles, bashfully.  “Something like that.”  He starts to move on, walking towards the table in the corner, then pauses, turning.  “And just so you know, I’m choosing to ignore your coffee puns.”

Blake grins even wider, if possible.  “I guess I shouldn’t mention the déja brew?”

Schofield shakes his head at Blake, then pauses in front of his table.  He frowns at the ‘reserved’ sign sitting on the table, then sighs, walking further toward another table.

Yet Blake catches him before he can set his things down.  “Oi, Scho?  You blind?”

“It’s reserved,” Schofield says, blandly.  “Thanks for that.”

Blake scoffs, shaking his head.  “You’re so -- it’s reserved for you.”

Schofield feels warmth rush through him, and he’s hesitant to meet Blake’s eyes again because he knows he’s flushing.  “You reserved it?  For me?”

“Course I did.  It’s your table, you know.”

“My … table?”

Blake rolls his eyes, but it’s with love, Schofield thinks.  It’s just like Blake, too.  Schofield thinks that if he could write, he’d dedicate thousands of poems on how Blake feels like light, light everywhere.

Schofield feels like the fucking night beside him, because Blake absorbs and glows and shines so brightly that Schofield doesn’t even feel the need to breathe, sometimes.  All for Blake.  Everything for Blake.

What.

“Yes, your table,” Blake says, startling Schofield back to present.  “I’d rather see you sitting there ‘stead of some snobbish old wanker going on about ‘back in my day’ or some shit.”

“If that was supposed to be a compliment,” is what Schofield says, “you could do a lot better.  Well, then.  Glad to know you’d take me over an eighty-year old grandpa.”

“Scho,” Blake says with dramatics, “you wound me.”

“I’ve been stabbed,” Scho says dryly, in his worst impression of Blake.

Blake glowers, then throws aside the rag he’s holding and marches right up to Scho.  “Fine then.  You’re the best customer we’ve got, Will.”  He smiles this time, eyes bright and earnest, and he almost gets a half-smile from Schofield.  Almost.

Until Blake’s eyes glimmer and he leans forward suggestively, raising an eyebrow.  “Plus, I’d take you any time, if you know what I mean.”

Schofield groans.

Blake laughs, “kidding,” clapping Schofield on the back and then rushing back up to the counter where Leslie smirks at him, rolling his eyes.  

“I’ve got twenty on you, Tom.  Better not fuck it up.”

Blake smirks.  “When do I ever?”

Leslie’s smile turns evil.

“Don’t answer that, actually.”

Twenty?  What’s that got to do with anything?

[ccsario]

Chapters: 14/15 Fandom: 1917 (Movie 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Joseph Blake (1917), Myrtle the Dog (1917), Tom Blake’s Mother, William Schofield’s Sister - Character, William Schofield’s Father, Original Female Character(s), Lauri (1917), Lieutenant Leslie (1917), Tom Blake’s Father Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1960s, 1960s, Summer, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Recreational Drug Use, Smoking, Drinking, Discussion of Christianity, discussion of religion, Religious Conflict, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, Sharing a Bed, hand holding, First Kiss, Murder (mentioned), Hand Jobs, giovanni’s room - james baldwin - Freeform, Religious Imagery

blakefieldies who haven’t read this pls give it a try it’s nearly finished 🥺👉👈

[vveissesfleisch]

Chapters: 4/5
Fandom: 1917 (Movie 2019)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Tom Blake & William Schofield, Tom Blake/William Schofield
Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Tom Blake’s Mother, Joseph Blake (1917), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Tom Blake Lives, Post-World War I, William Schofield’s Sister, William Schofield’s Family, Will Schofield POV, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hospitals, Period Typical Attitudes, Non-fatal Stabbing, Injury, Moving In Together, Living Together, Pining, Light Angst, Getting Together, Drinking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sharing a Room, Sharing a Bed, Dreams and Nightmares, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Tattoos, Mutual Pining, Domestic, Bars and Pubs, Banter, idiots to lovers, Masturbation, Jealousy, Love Confessions, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Gay Sex, Oral Sex, Bodily Fluids, Hair-pulling, Kissing, Body Worship, First Time 
The fic earns its rating, lads.