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jigsawjo · 2 months
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2024-03-02, 500, “Relish It!”, 1987
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robertpallesen · 5 months
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Storefront, Eaton, OH © Robert Pallesen
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If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough.
- Mario Andretti
George Eaton - BRM P153, Clermont-Ferrand 1970.
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anactualfrog · 6 months
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the angel over your shoulder
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gore-tango · 29 days
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Angel’s Bite (poor Eaton)
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unteriors · 7 months
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N Hartford Street, Eaton, Indiana.
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Tobias x reader
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@naishaaaaa helped me with the plot for this fic, enjoy.
Taglist: @asiludida164
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It was the middle of the day. Yn had been swamped in work. Since defeating Jeanine and helping the tris take down the burea, yn and Tobias had gone back to dauntless.
Tobias stuck to training iniates, yn however. That was a different story.
Yn started sending reports into the burea about how the 'factions' we're doing, (you got to choose a faction or living beyond the gate), she also helped Tobias with iniates, and she gave a lot of private lessons.
Tobias started feeling, feverish and his throat was throbbing, and itchy. He didn't want to bother yn, she already was extremely overwlemed.
He finished training and went to bed early.
Yn walks into their shared apartment at 1am, an initiate couldn't get the hang of his right hook. She was bruised and ready for more work. She still has a few hours of reports to fill out.
She notices Tobias snoring on the bed. His delicate figure, so peaceful, his chest slowly rising and falling.
Yn gave him a kiss on the forehead, "love you baby," she whispered.
Walking over to the living room, she sits on the couch facing Tobias. She starts on filing reports, and answering emails from other factions regarding some ridiculous government thing, she was not even qualified for.
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At a quarter past three, Y/N is working feverously. She hears Tobias break into a coughing fit in his sleep.
She rushes to his side, "Tobias," she pulls him into a sitting position he continues coughing. She rushes to grab a glass of water. She starts patting his back, handing him the water when he stops coughing, "hey, hey what happened? I'm right her sweetheart," she coos, soothingly rubbing his back.
"I feel like shit," he groans, leaning his head on her shoulder.
She takes the glass and sets it down, "you need meds," she starts, he opens his mouth to protest but she quickly cuts him off, "fucking bullshit, if you don't want me taking you to the infirmary I will be getting you medicine,"
He knows better than to argue with her. After having a shitty and abusive home life. Yn was very protective of her family. If she cared about you, there was nothing she wouldn't do. She backed up Tobias and comforted him after he beat up Marcus, and after yn confronted her own father and sent him to the infirmary, getting them kicked out of amity, he held her while she cried.
Yn quickly returns with various bottles.
"okay, toby what hurts," she asks, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"My throat is sore, my head hurts, I'm sore, and feel ....weird," he rambles. It had taken him getting sick twice for him to let her take control.
"okay take this," she says handing him water and an array of pills.
He does, "I'll sleep on the couch so,-"
"I don't get sick I'm divergent," she smirks.
He groans.
"okay fine, but really I don't get sick from colds and stuff, often at least," she mumbles, spooning him.
"m'sorry I love you," he mumbles into your neck.
"hey, Im here for you, baby," she coos kissing his head as he drifts into a peaceful slumber. She admires how peaceful he looks whilst sleeping.
The way his chest rises and falls. His lips slightly parted, at peace, as he, out of habit, lays on his stomach. He is perfect. He is hers. And she is his. She lays on her stomach to, resting a hand on his shoulder.
*bonus flashback*
"You fucking piece of shit ," Marcus yells, hitting Tobias across the back with the belt screaming insults.
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"yn," her father screams, drunk.
He finds her and shoves her into the wall, he throws a beer bottle at her.
"please stop," she chokes out before her head gets fuzzy.
As he strikes her across the back with a broken glass bottle, her vision dots black.
One more hit and everything is warm and dark, fuzzy.
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Give me more request plz
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kate-royal-style-world · 10 months
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A Royal Recycling (part 306)
Cefinn
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roughridingrednecks · 11 months
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Eaton
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vroyeaux · 1 year
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Just a handsome guy trying to get him and his little sister off a murder planet after they (oops) crashed a ship. Makes the very upsetting and confusing discovery. What the FUCK do you mean you guys, just, push your ships with mindpowers? What?
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forever70s · 2 years
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Eaton's catalog, Spring / Summer 1971
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jigsawjo · 2 months
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2024-03-04, 500, “Orange”, 1971
The halved orange is scratch-n-sniff.
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robertpallesen · 5 months
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Storefront, Eaton, OH © Robert Pallesen
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chic-a-gigot · 2 years
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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 28, vol. 17, 14 juillet 1895, Paris. 21. Veste Eaton en drap noir ou beige. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
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anactualfrog · 6 days
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Better luck next time!
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gore-tango · 6 days
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The Angel’s Chosen
(Commissions are open!)
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