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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table.
(meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[well, it’s not tim. he’s not sure if he’s relieved or more concerned.]

That is quite the collection. Who does it belong to? Think fast.

Oh bloody hell.

Hawkins? Did I just send you someone else's genitals?

Uh huh. And I know it isn't our mutual friend's, so - who is it?

Didn't think you'd move on so quick.

Not sure I should say.

I was seeing others before.

I heard what happened.

How're you holding up?

[is he still feeling betrayed? yes. does he still have sympathy for an old friend? also yes.]

I tried to win him back. Passed out in front of his door and had to be hauled away like a stray dog.

Terribly. Almost as bad as when Al left. Much more guilty, too.

You?

I'm not sure the drinking helped, but I get it. That party wasn't my finest hour either.

[shit. al. the same al he tried vengefully to take a piece of that night. he can't entirely remember how it ended, though. there's a lot he can't remember.]

How is he, anyway? I saw him that night too.

I'll be alright.

Quite sure it didn't.

Al? Beautiful. Cruel.

May I offer you some advice? You don't have to take it, and you can tell me to shove it up my arse but I mean no harm.

He's beautiful, yeah. But I always thought you could do better because of the cruelty.

Alright. I'll listen.

I feel that perhaps I deserve it.

My advice is simply this: don't let him go.

Doesn't matter how mad I was - you didn't then, and you don't now.

I'm not really sure I have a choice. I'm not gonna force him into something he doesn't want.

Hawkins, you are a better man than I will ever be. Thank you.

Are you certain that he doesn't want you?

I try to be. You're not a bad guy, Harry. You don't pick who you fall for.

...I don't know. Seemed pretty clear to me he wasn't ready for much of anything serious.

No. But there's something wrong with me. I can feel it.

You'll regret it if you don't ask.

[normally he'd think harry was being metaphorical - hung up on the way things had gone down, his perceived failures - the typical things friends reassure are alright. and hawk stops himself before he types that there's nothing wrong with harry. because for awhile, he's been wondering if there's something wrong with him too.]

What do you mean?

Maybe. The summer's not over yet - hopefully we've all got time.

I know I sound melodramatic but lately I find that I'll look in the mirror and expect to see someone else.

I want you to be happy, Hawk. I know that I've hurt you terribly in my selfish delusion, but I do adore you.

You deserve real love.

Not as melodramatic as you think. I - I think I know the feeling. I was talking to someone earlier, and he mentioned something offhand but it was like...the strangest, deepest pull of déjà vu. Is that what you mean?

Ah, Christ. I can't stay mad at you Harry. You're one of the closest friends I've got in this life. I forgive you.

But that means I want you to be happy too - and that you also deserve love.

You know, I might have done something before it all went to shit that night. Promise you won't kill me?

Something very like that, yes!

I do not deserve you. But I am glad, nonetheless.

Someday.

I promise.

Something about - politics. I mean, can you imagine, me in a suit every day? I can barely even tell a lie. What was yours?

[even as he types it out, it feels - like a pull that aches deep in his chest, squeezing at his ribcage to linger there. so odd, as if he's in the wrong skin.]

Well - before our little snafu...I might have seen the date auction I was posted up in. And I might have noticed you weren't on there. And then maybe I very possibly submitted you, along with a bid in your name and someone else's for each other.

You do look very handsome in a suit, at least.
This is insane, but I keep thinking it's cold. It's summer!

Oh, Hawkins. You set me up with Strange?

Cold, huh? That's - that's odd. Think you lived somewhere frigid in a past life? Or went for a swim and misjudged the temperature?

That's kind of you to say. I don't know - sometimes the idea of a suit feels like it'd be easier to move around in. If things are going the way they are with my career - I might need one sooner rather than later.

Guilty as charged. Will you at least think about it?

I don't know. But it frightens me.

What do you mean?

Hawkins, is it not enough that I have to deal with my ex husband, now I have to go out with Stephen Strange too?

I know what you mean. It feels - constricting, almost, when I think about it. But almost like...everything now is what's wrong. Sorry - I probably sound like I'm still on whatever they were passing around the other night.

Well, ever since I started creeping towards forty and fucked up my knee...they think I'd be better served on the sidelines. Coaching. Retiring. Basically the same damn thing, isn't it?

Look, I know you don't want to hear it - but you both have a lot in common. Doctors, talented in your fields, kind, friends of mine...

I know you both pretend to hate each other, but it's a fine line. And whether you believe it or not...he's changed since the accident.

If nothing else - maybe you can both get one good punch in and end the feud. Miracles happen, so they say.

No, no you're making perfect sense. I've thought I was going mad but
Hawkins sometimes I truly feel like there is another me in the mirror. A better me.

I don't believe so. Retiring, to me, indicates leaving it all behind entirely. Coaching is still in the field, but as a teacher. Which might be more painful?

Oh, I wasn't pretending. I loathed him for years. He was so brilliant, and yes handsome, and I was so honoured to work with him. He treated me like an incompetent idiot and I never got over it.

We might have mended things. But don't you DARE get your hopes up about us making out, Hawk.

That's what scares me too, Harry. What if mine...is worse?

It's been my life for - well, since I was five, almost. The thought of not having it at all is monumental. But then I think about what some kid would care about anything I have to say when their talent is just getting started. I don't know. I guess I've got a few weeks to try and figure it out.

He did that to everyone. If you ask him, I probably annoyed myself into his life with politeness when I first met him. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm pretty persistent ;)

...Mended things? Oh, Harry! Tell me everything.

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