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— 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢𝐢

robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader

summary: when bob floyd comes back to his hometown for the first time in six years, he reconnects with his childhood best friend in hopes of mending a relationship that once was.

wc: 7.7k

warning(s): fem!reader, pining, so much pining, childhood best friends to lovers, mentions of marriage, swearing, mention of pregnancy, kissing, non explicit description of sex/consented nudity (18+)

part of the ‘through the seasons’ universe

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“I knew you’d come back to me, you’d come back to me.” -cardigan, taylor swift

6 years ago, age 18

The ride home is silent. Unlike every other time they’ve spent in silence, this time was different. Tense. The both of you knew once Bob dropped you off at home, nothing was going to be the same.

It still hasn’t completely sunk in that your best friend was leaving. You would no longer be able to see him everyday. No more bike rides to his house, movie nights, sing-alongs in the car—all of it. And with the development of your relationship almost reaching one year, you feared what would happen in the long run. Would you make it? Or is the saying that long distance relationships don’t last true? You didn’t think Bob would make the decision for you so soon.

The moment he pulled up to your house, you immediately knew something was bothering him. His taut shoulders and his refusal to look you in the eyes were tell tale signs.

You wish he’d at least leave the engine on. Anything was better than the excruciating pain of sitting in uncomfortable silence.

He finally breaks the silence as he turns towards you. His knuckles grip the steering wheel so tight that his skin goes pale. Despite his body facing you, his stare is elsewhere. “I think we should… I don’t think we should stay together while I’m away.”

One thing you love about Bob Floyd is how he could make you feel a million emotions all at once, never leaving you to ever feel numb. However, as those words fell from his lips, you’ve never hated those feelings more. Confusion, grief, and sadness didn’t even begin to describe the ache in your chest. With Bob, it was always much more complex than that. “What do you mean?” you question.

“After boot camp, who knows where I’ll go or where I’ll be. I don’t even know how long it’ll be until the next time I can come home to you, Brandy,” he sighs, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You used to tease that he looked old when he did that. Now in the dim moonlight did you really see how much older he got. You realized how old the both of you really were. He was no longer the boy with chubby cheeks and lanky limbs. He lost his baby fat and gained a build to his body. You weren’t kids anymore. You were growing, young adults who were going to make their mark on the world. Bob leaving for the Navy was him making that mark. But you didn’t understand why he had to break up with you to do that.

“I can wait for you, Bobby. I will wait forever if I have to.” You reach forward, unclasping his hand from the wheel and encircling it tightly in yours.

He shakily exhales running his other hand down his face. “That’s the thing, you shouldn’t have to! At least if we stay friends, you can move on with your life and start a family like you want to instead of wasting your time on me.”

“You are not a waste of time, do you hear me? I don’t want to move on, I want you! I’ll only ever want you, Bob. Don’t you want me too?”

The crack of your voice damages his heart. “Honey, there’s no one else I’ll ever want. But I can’t do this to you. I won’t. I wish to always have you in my life, but a relationship right now just won’t work.”

“We can make it work,” you plead. You always wanted to have him in your life too. But after getting a taste of what it was like to be loved by your best friend, you couldn’t go back to being just that. Was it selfish? Perhaps. But your heart couldn’t handle not loving him in that way. Noticing the resignation in his clear blues, you hold on to him tighter. “It’s us, Bobby. We can do it.”

He rips himself from your hold and pushes his glasses back on his face after wiping away the tears. “Y/N, please. I’m not going to fight you on this.”

The use of your real name makes your shoulders slump in defeat. Nine times out of ten, you were Brandy, Brands, My Fine Girl, but very rarely Y/N. Y/N meant that he was serious. That he needed you to listen. All you can do is nod. You see how much your negotiating hurts him and you hate seeing him hurt, especially because you were the cause. So you comply. As much as it hurts, you comply because you know deep down that he was right. Though, it hurt you too to think that he didn’t believe in you guys as much as you did. That he didn’t even want to try.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” You pull away from him, setting your hands in your lap as you look down sheepishly. “Will you just promise me something? Before you go?”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t leave me behind? That you won’t forget about me?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sliding across the truck’s bench he wraps you in his arms with a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’ll never have to worry about that, you hear me? I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.”

He holds you in his arms for as long as he possibly can, relishing in this moment with you and wishing he could put it in a bottle and bring it with him to boot camp. For all he knew, this may be the last time he’d ever hold you again. Bob meant his words, truly he did. There was no one out there who could ever make him leave his Brandy behind.

No one but himself.

“Had I known the two of you would spend the entire evening swapping embarrassing anecdotes about me, I wouldn’t have invited you down here.” Bob jokingly scolds the duo on the couch as he places a tray of chai on the coffee table.

Amanda rolls her eyes and smacks her brother on the shoulder as he takes a seat beside her. “You’re just jealous that I like her more than you.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Phee, seriously, she’s all yours if you want her,” Bob pointedly looks to the woman on the right of his sister.

Lieutenant Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, one of the best female pilots the US Navy has ever seen. The two had created quite a significant bond during their time with the Dagger Squad. With them being stationed in Miramar for the time being, Bob had been able to break out of his shell and get close with the rest of his fellow aviators–even Coyote and Hangman. However, his friendship with the female pilot was unmatched. Phoenix had promised to visit her back seater at least once while on leave as she had to admit she had grown a bit attached to her WSO.

The brunette pilot only laughs at the Floyd sibling’s antics. Growing up in a big family of her own, she wasn’t too phased by their behavior. In fact, she fit right in. She smiles at the two Floyds before winking at Mandy. “Looks like I’ve got myself another sister.”

“Thank goodness, I don’t like Robert right now anyways. He’s been so moody ever since his date with Brandy.” Amanda huffs.

“It wasn’t a date. And will you quit it? I am not moody!” Bob exasperatedly defends himself.

Swiping a mug from the tray Phoenix leans back into the couch. She angles her body toward the Floyds and raises an eyebrow in question. “Speaking of, can we recap this Brandy situation again? I only know what Amanda’s told me, but I’d like to hear it again from you.” She points a finger at Bob who flushes red from the attention.

He stays silent for a moment, clearly hesitant to tell his story.

“I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, Bob,” Phoenix reminds him.

He knows that. She knows he knows that. That’s the thing about Bob Floyd. He’s an incredible communicator. His WSO skills showed that much. However, he finds himself unable to speak in the limelight. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that this is Phoenix he’s talking to. Someone who he literally trusts with his life. So he tells her everything from the beginning to now.

As the night drags on, Amanda decides to retire early leaving Bob and Phoenix in an uncomfortable silence. Phoenix could tell something was on the WSO’s mind and was hoping he would continue to open up to her. While with the squad, it was hard for Bob to open up. The first time he finally put down his walls in front of Phoenix was the night after their training ejection. Secrets, deepest regrets, and fears filled their shared hospital room, strengthening the bond between the two Lieutenants. That was the night Phoenix realized the quiet boy from North Carolina harbored more than he let on. That was the night Phoenix swore that no matter what happened during that mission, Bob would be the one that made it home.

While Bob excused himself to the bathroom, she found herself intrigued by the plethora of albums that lined the Floyd’s bookshelves. Titles such as “First Trip to Hawaii” to “Robert’s High School Years” were scrawled upon the leather spines. A small smile tugs at her lips as she tries to imagine what mementos were hidden between the pages. Her family wasn’t the sentimental type. She had pictures from her and her siblings’ graduations framed around the house, but that’s as far as memories went. It was cute, endearing, to see how much Bob’s family cherished the little moments.

“Find anything you like?” Bob’s voice startles her.

“Geez, Bob,” she places a hand above her heavily beating heart. “You really are a stealth pilot.”

He only rolls his eyes at her jab from the first time they met. Stepping up beside her, he skims the shelves of photo albums. A quiet, “Aha!” leaves his lips when he finds the book he’s looking for. Taking it from the shelf, he gestures for Phoenix to join him on the couch. She settles in beside him and he places the book between them.

Halloween, the album read. A simple, yet self explanatory title.

Bob pinpoints exactly where the sudden ache to open this particular album came from. It was from the cold air and crisp leaves that littered the streets. The warm shades of orange from the pumpkins that lined storefronts and the smell of maple from Patty’s Bakery was another. But there was one factor that stood out from the rest, one that rested in the album in his hands.

Phoenix waits, eager to know why Bob took this album off the shelf.

Sitting in comfortable silence, Bob opens the book not at the first page, but a little past that. The top read, Age 8, and it was a picture of a little boy and girl dressed as Peter Pan and Wendy Darling. On the next page, was a baby girl in a Tinkerbell costume. Bob wistfully smiles before turning the page.

Natasha observes each picture that he flips through, coming to the realization that the youngest girl in the pictures was Amanda. Which means the other girl with Bob must be Brandy. Her chest aches for her heartbroken friend, wishing there was something she could do to help him. His eyes lit up page, after page he turned and the sight warmed her.

He stops at Age 12 and Phoenix notices that one of the pictures that was supposed to be on that page, was missing. Bob shifts beside her and reaches for his back pocket, taking out his wallet. He gets a folded piece of paper from one of the sleeves and opens it for her to see. There in the photo was twelve year old Bob and Brandy dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia. Phoenix’s brows furrow. Where has she seen that photo before?

“Fall was always Brandy’s favorite season. The Fall Carnival, pumpkins, Halloween? She’s a sucker for it.” Bob breaks the silence, finally ready to talk. “She used to beg me to match costumes with her for the Fall Carnival costume contest. The winner always got this huge bag of candy that she insisted she just had to have. Brandy doesn’t even like candy!” He laughs to himself, remembering all the ridiculous excuses you came up with to get him to dress up with you.

Phoenix hums with a gentle smile on her face. “You really miss her, don’t you Floyd?”

Brushing his thumb across your smiling face in the picture, Bob sighs. “So goddamn much.”

Age 16

“Sorry,” you whisper as Bob hisses at the alcohol pad you brush over his raw knuckles. You continue to clean his bloody knuckles from the altercation at school. Thinking about it again makes you boil with anger. “Why the hell did you punch Daniel? Why didn’t you just walk away?”

His chest is heaving and he pulls his hand away from your hold. Avoiding your gaze, he wipes at his dried tears with his other hand. “He wouldn’t shut up.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Daniel always runs his mouth. You’ve never punched him in the face because of it.”

“I didn’t punch him because he was talking. I punched him because of what he was talking about,” Bob explains.

“What was he talking about?” You question. You’ve never seen Bob so bothered by anything Daniel Corcoran has done. What could he have said to make Bob lash out?

“You, Brandy. The way he was talking about you… It was disgusting. Those words shouldn’t have even left his mouth.”

You have never heard Bob speak with so much malice and distaste towards another. To you, he was the sweetest thing. One of the purest souls you’ve ever met. His usually clear blue eyes were darkened to an almost gray color, almost as if a storm were brewing amongst them. It was a look that was unfamiliar to you. You hated how attractive you found it.

“Bob, what did he say?” You press on.

His frown deepens. The worry lines on his forehead are more prominent as he recalls Daniel’s words. “It doesn’t matter. He won’t ever talk about you like that again. Not if I have anything to do with it.”

The way he speaks with so much conviction all because someone dared to dirty your name, made an indescribable feeling flow through you. One you have felt for fleeting crushes and short infatuations but never for Bob. You locked that part of your heart away every time it dared to break free. However the poor lighting of his bathroom accentuated his features much more despite its unattractive yellow tint and you wanted to take away the obvious stress that he was harboring. So you threw all caution to the wind.

From where you kneel on the floor between his legs, you surge forward and plant your lips squarely on his. You’ve only kissed one boy in your entire life, one you weren’t proud of. But the lack of experience was endearing. How Bob’s hands hovered just around the area of your waist, unsure if he was welcome to hold you in such an intimate way. How your lips weren’t exactly centered on his as you slightly placed them a little too much to the right so you ended up hitting the corner of his lips. You pull away, breathless and unable to move.

Bob’s cheeks are burning red as you retreat and you immediately regret acting upon such an impulsive decision. You open your mouth to apologize when he cuts you off.

“Can we do that again?”

You swallow harshly and nod your head a little too eagerly. He leans in and this time, his forehead hits yours making you sink back to your knees in a fit of giggles. He joins you with a laugh of his own.

It wasn’t the most perfect first kiss the two of you could’ve shared, but it was yours. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

With Halloween just around the corner, the bakery couldn’t be more busy. Large orders of cookies, cupcakes, and pies galore were going in and out of the store like clockwork. You’ve barely had any time to take a break. You didn’t mind the rush, though. It gave you less time to think about Bob. His confession after the Fall Carnival hurt you. To think that he knew how much you needed him and he never even bothered to write a letter back in response or stopped by just once to let you know he was ok. You’ve never felt so betrayed.

Things at the bakery came to a lull after lunchtime when everyone got off their breaks and returned back to their nine to five jobs. You stand at the checkout counter, watching the minutes tick by. You’ve already restocked the displays, made a new batch of dough for tomorrow’s bakes, and even swept the floor. Twice. There was absolutely nothing else you could possibly do but wait until the end of your shift. The last few hours of your day were always the worst. It always gives you time alone with your thoughts. The same ones you’ve been trying to avoid.

You dramatically sigh as you hang your head back. Skimming the pages of the bright pink sticky notes that sat on the counter you tear one off and draw some doodles. A pumpkin, a pie, another pumpkin. You crumple up the piece of paper in frustration, praying for anyone to walk through the door.

As if to answer your prayers, the welcome bell rings and you’re up and straightening your posture. “Welcome to Patty’s!” you exclaim, admittedly a little too enthusiastically.

The woman that walks in is one that is unfamiliar to you with long brunette hair and a tanned complexion. You’re sure she isn’t from around here. She responds with a warm smile as she strolls up to the counter. Her eyes scan the display of sweets as you pull out a pen to take her order.

“My friend sent me to pick up two dozen boxes of maple doughnuts,” she states casually.

Your brows raise in amusement. “Two dozen, huh? I’m hoping that’s not just for the two of you,” you smile.

“Oh no, the two dozen are only for him. He goes a bit overkill on the sweets.”

Her statement makes you laugh. “Your friend reminds me of someone I know.” Assembling two pastry boxes you tell her, “I’ll get those prepped for you.”

The woman nods gratefully. “Thanks,” her gaze drops to your name tag. “Y/N.”

“No problem. But you can call me Brandy. Rarely anyone in this town uses my real name except the ones I don’t like,” you wink playfully at her.

“Brandy?” she repeats. “As in, Bob’s Brandy?”

You pause in your motions, putting down the box and eyeing the woman quizzically. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Holding her hand out for you, she says, “I’m Lieutenant Natasha Trace. Callsign Phoenix.”

The name is familiar, and you were honestly surprised to see her here. “Bob’s front seater,” you state rather than question.

“That’s me,” she smiles. “I hope this isn’t too weird or crossing some sort of line–”

“No, no. Not at all,” you reassure her. “This was just the last thing I was expecting today.” You awkwardly avoid her gaze before continuing the task at hand.

Finishing up the rest of the packaging and payment, another thought crosses your mind.

“Did Bob put you up to this? Because I already told him—“

“Well, yes, he told me to pick up some doughnuts from Patty’s but he didn’t tell me that you would be the one working here,” she confirms.

There’s a genuine and honest air to her that tells you she’s not lying. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything.”

She easily dismisses your apology. “It’s alright. Really. But for what it’s worth, he never did forget you, Brandy. You know he keeps a photo of the two of you in his flight suit from when you were kids? The one where you’re dressed as Han Solo and Leia. I accidentally found it in the box when I was cleaning out our plane one day.”

Hearing that was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You desperately try to hold it in. “That’s… good to know. Thank you, Natasha.”

You bid the woman goodbye and wait until she’s out of view before sliding down the counter to the floor and letting the tears fall. With a hand over your mouth, you muffle your cries. Knowing that he kept you with him all those years yet never reached out, confused you. You were so sure it was because he found a home in the Navy, one that was impossible for you to compete with. But if what Natasha said was true, then why did he push you away?

Age 14

“Bob. Bobby. Bobert.” You obsessively poke at your best friend’s shoulder.

“Brandy,” he acknowledges you just barely as he organizes his books in his locker.

“You’re my best friend, right?”

“I would hope so, Brands. Unless this is your way of telling me that I’m being replaced by your new friend, Delaney,” Bob grumbles under his breath.

You step to his other side, partially leaning on his left shoulder. His stance is unwavering as he shuts his locker door. Despite his lanky form, you had to admit Bob was stronger than he looked. “How many times do I have to tell you, Delaney’s a nice girl! You two just got off on the wrong foot.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because calling me ‘grandpa glasses’ is nice.”

You huff as you hook your arm with his and rest your head on his shoulder. “She meant that as a compliment.”

“Really?”

“It’s unique, isn’t it?” You continue to try to make light of the situation.

Bob only scoffs as he continues to walk with you to the bike racks.

“Anyways, I wanted to ask if you would come with me to Evelyn Orville’s Halloween party this weekend.”

Bob frowns at your declaration. “You want to go to Evelyn’s party? This morning when she handed you the flier you told her parties were for high school wannabes. Why’d you change your mind?”

Shrugging, your eyes dart to the ground and your grip tightens on where you hold onto the crook of Bob’s elbow.

“Brandy?” He coaxes you gently.

“I overheard Evelyn and some other girls talking about me behind my back. They said they weren’t surprised that someone as boring as me wouldn’t want to go,” you admit softly.

“Hey,” Bob stops in his tracks, putting his hands on your shoulders. “They said that?” When you don’t respond, Bob shakes you by the shoulders. “You are not boring, you hear me? Besides, who cares about their opinions anyway? You’re like, the coolest person I know.”

Finally looking up at him, a ghost of a smile rises to your face. “Really?”

“Are you kidding? You have every Lord of the Rings book. In hard copy. That’s the coolest thing ever,” he gives you a toothy grin.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as an attempt to hide the smile that threatens to fall on your face. “So that’s why you hang out with me, huh? To borrow books off my shelves?”

Bob puts his hands up in mock surrender. “You got me.” Nudging you gently with his elbow, he hooks his arm back with yours. “Screw Evelyn and her stupid party. We’re gonna spend the night with some popcorn and Ghostbusters. How does that sound?”

You beam at his suggestion. “Bob Floyd, that sounds like a dream.”

The plan was, there is no plan. It was possibly the second stupidest thing Bob has ever heard. To be fair, the first was when Payback and Fanboy claimed they could do the Dirty Dancing stunt blindfolded.

Bob thought the perfect way to get you back was flowers, chocolates, and to apologize on his knees for you to forgive him.

Amanda wrinkled her nose at that statement. “Bob, this isn’t a Hallmark movie. Stuff like that doesn’t work in real life. You have to put in the work. Really show her that you care. That you love her.”

“That’s easier said than done, kiddo,” Bob grumbles. Running a hand through his already disheveled hair, he groans. “Besides, she knows I love her and I know she loves me. I don’t know what else she wants from me.”

Phoenix has been quiet for a majority of their scheming taking in every detail, big or small, into consideration. Her brows were furrowed and she was twirling a pen between her fingers in the way she always did when she was in deep concentration.

It’s Bob’s words that cause her breakthrough.

“She wants you, Bob,” Phoenix reveals. “That’s all Brandy ever wanted. Amanda’s right, all that cheesy stuff won’t work. In fact, I doubt it’s what she’s looking for.”

“Then what is she looking for?” Bob questions, clearly still lost.

She pauses before leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Bob, I think you already know. Use that brain of yours. That’s all I can say.” Phoenix stands, placing an encouraging squeeze to his shoulder before gesturing for Amanda to join her outside. As much as they wanted to tell him the pieces he was missing, this was something Bob had to figure out on his own.

He watches as the two girls leave to sit on the patio, restarting the fire they built a few hours prior. Bob hated this. He loved puzzles, but this he hated. Because you were never a puzzle. Not to Bob. He could read you like an open book. There was almost nothing the two of you didn’t know about each other. So why was he having such a hard time figuring out why you were so desperate to let him go? He knew he hurt you. He knew he was an idiot for not reaching out, for hiding the fact that he hadn't visited you on purpose.

Bob squeezes his eyes shut, desperately trying to find the key to what was bothering you. He opens his eyes once more and catches a glimpse of his Prom photo. You in your satin green dress was enough to make him blush like a schoolgirl. It was a bit pathetic how easily you made him weak in the knees. He smiles to himself reminiscing about that night, one of the best nights of his life.

It’s then that it clicks.

Age 18

Your skin is slick with sweat as you come down from your high. You tighten your grip on his shoulders at the muffled moans that escape his lips. His lips press one last delicate kiss to the skin of your neck before pulling out of you with a dopey smile on his face. The euphoria from the moment you just shared has you giggling like a little kid, and the way his neck and chest flush red has you cooing. Smoothing down his mussed hair, you smile. You couldn’t believe that you just had sex with your best friend. The boy you’ve known for years. You practically grew up with him by your side. And now you were seeing him naked.

You squeal, pushing his body quickly off yours and tugging the blankets over your bare form, hiding under the covers. You hear him yelp in shock before he shuffles beside you and places a soft hand on your covered knee.

“Brandy?” You don’t respond and his moment of bliss dissipates. “Shit, you’re starting to regret this, aren’t you? I just ruined our friendship and now you hate me and–”

Peeking from beneath the covers, you frantically shake your head at Bob who’s beginning to spiral into a pit of self depreciation. “No, Bob, that’s not it at all.” Taking the hand that rests on your knee, you give it a tight squeeze. “I don’t regret anything that happened tonight. I’m just… nervous.”

“Nervous? About what?”

“Bobby, we just had sex,” you whisper into the dark.

His jaw opens and closes, unsure what to say. “Are you only realizing that now?”

Flopping back onto the bed, you groan. “Bob, I'm serious!”

“Ok, ok sorry,” he laughs before shifting to lay beside you. Bob pushes himself to rest on one arm while letting go of your hand to stroke the apple of your cheek. “Hey, talk to me, Brands.”

You take a deep breath. This is Bob, your best friend. You know you can talk to him. There isn’t anything you haven’t told him. Yet this new form of intimacy the two of you shared, might have changed everything and you’re not sure if you’re ready to face that.

“Whatever it is, you know I won’t judge you for it.”

You gulp, trying to keep the tears at bay. “What if this changes everything? What if you get up tomorrow and realize you made a mistake? Or we have this huge falling out and you hate me for being your first time? I don’t think I could handle how much that would hurt, Bob. I just can’t.”

Carefully turning your head to face him with the one cradling your cheek, he rests his forehead on yours. “I could never regret you and I could never hurt you without reason.”

You push him back onto the mattress with a searing kiss and roll on top of him. Bob whines in surprise into your mouth but it turns into a sigh when you cup his face and coax his jaw open. This kiss is different from the ones you’ve shared with him before. Each movement burned as his tongue massaged yours. It was eager and possessive. Sweet, but passionate. A complete one-eighty from the Bob you know. It was the kind of change that had you wanting more.

He breaks the kiss to roll you back onto your back, opting to be on top. He brushes some stray hair from your forehead and you take the moment to ask one last thing. “Is that a promise?”

“With everything I have, darling.”

It’s a promise he seals with another kiss.

Delaney’s hand links with yours as you enter the assembly hall. You’d usually sit up front with the Floyds but decide against it and tug her towards the middle rows. You see the back of his dirty blond hair styled to perfection as always. Just the mere sight of him makes your chest hurt so you bring your attention elsewhere.

You heard Lieutenant Trace was still in town and was glad to see her at the Town Meeting. You wished things weren’t so tense between you and Bob because you could see yourself becoming great friends with the girl. She was spunky like Delaney and had this comforting air about her that made you feel like you could trust her with just about anything. You make a mental note to at least talk to the pilot once more before her stay is over.

The meeting starts as usual with the town’s economic updates and some neighborhood disturbances that need to be taken care of. Mayor Orville and Mr. Johnson have their usual fifteen minute argument about whose side of the grass is theirs on the property they share. Then it’s time for the open mic session, also known as nonsense hour by Lanchester’s residents. They liked to play a game to see how fast they could get Mayor Orville to turn red by their ridiculous questions and ideas.

You look to Delaney with an amused smile, ready for the night’s entertainment when Mayor Orville makes a different announcement than usual.

“Instead of tonight’s open mic session, a very special request was put in by one of our fellow townsmen to take a moment of your time tonight. So please, Lieutenant Floyd, if you will.”

The mayor gestures to Bob who sits in the front row and your eyes widen as he makes his way to the podium. Bob was a shy boy. He didn’t like small talk and turned red whenever anyone other than his parents and you made eye contact with him. However, he was an incredible public speaker. He always had a way of captivating a crowd. You liked to think it was because of his eyes. So expressive and blue, pulling you in like a tide to the sea.

“Good evening, everyone,” he starts, clearing his throat and tugging at the collar of his flannel shirt. “Some of you know me as Robert Floyd. Others as Lieutenant,” he pauses and smiles at Phoenix. “Or Cry Baby Floyd,” he eyes Daniel Corcoran who sheepishly looks away at Bob’s gaze. “But if you really knew me, if you were someone I truly cared about, you would know me as Bob or Bobby.”

He takes a deep breath, looking everywhere but at you, which you deduce is intentional.

“And if you got the privilege to know me as Bob that means you’ve heard of Brandy. My best friend, my confidant, my—“

“Other half!” Mrs. Richmond shouts, pulling soft giggles and murmurs of agreement from the crowd.

You break your attention from Bob and to the girl beside you. You silently plead with Delaney, with a look on your face that screams you’re ready to go home. But she only grasps onto your hand tighter as if she were unable to let you go.

Bob chuckles breathlessly at Mrs. Richmond’s unprompted comment. “Right, my other half,” he continues. “I’m no stranger to the comments or rumors about us that fly around this town. Which I just got to say, is there really no more town gossip to talk about?

The other day, Mr. Campbell asked me if Brandy and I got back together. To answer your question, Mr. Campbell, no we didn’t. Because I’m an idiot. A selfish, cowardly idiot.”

Bob steps down from the podium and makes his way down the rows. The closer he gets the tighter your chest is and you’re starting to find it getting harder to breathe.

Still avoiding eye contact with you he says, “I made a promise to my best friend that I would never hurt her. At least not without reason. But I broke that promise, and I’m so sorry Brandy. I’m so, fucking sorry.” His voice cracks towards the end of his tangent and he finally looks at you.

Your glassy eyes mirror his and you suddenly feel eighteen again. Flashbacks from that night cloud your thoughts as you remember his words and feel the ghost of his touch on your skin.

“Brandy—“

You abruptly stand. The metal from the chair scratched on the concrete floor making a horrible noise that makes those around you wince. You can’t stand to hear anymore. You don’t want to. Ripping your hand from Delaney’s hold, you excuse yourself from the meeting and bolt for the double doors.

Bob stands there, shaken at your sudden departure. The mic in his hands almost slips from his melted composure and his chest heaves as an attempt to stop himself from crying in front of the whole town. He didn’t even realize Mayor Orville had taken the mic from him and continued on with the meeting.

It’s Delaney’s sudden change of heart that brings him back to Earth. “Go,” she says, gesturing to the double doors. “Go after her and fix this. But if you ever hurt her again Robert Floyd I swear—“

“I won’t. Never again.” The two share a look of mutual understanding before Bob barges through the doors to run after you.

“Brandy!” He sees you hastily walking down the empty road. Bob calls you again and sees you wrap your arms tighter around yourself but you keep going. “Y/N!”

The use of your real name sends a shockwave through you and you finally stop. You don’t even want to turn and face him because you know the second you do, you’ll break down all over again. Just like the first time you did when he left.

Bob comes to a stop right behind you, heaving and almost out of breath. He grabs you gently by the elbow. He treats you as if you were as fragile as his mother’s china. As if one wrong move would cause you to shatter into a million pieces.

He doesn’t need to use much force to get you to turn around, which he’s grateful for, until you take another step back and out of his reach.

“What are you doing, Bob?” You ask, voice raw and watery from crying.

“I’m apologizing,” he answers meekly.

“No, I mean what are you doing with my heart? Do you want me or not because I'm tired of playing whatever game this is with you.” You’re angry, absolutely seething at him. Who did he think he was? Did he really think causing a scene in front of the whole town was going to get you to forgive him? That everything would be fixed in an instant? Bob Floyd broke you and you would not give him any more pieces of you to shatter.

“Is that even a question? Of course, I want you Brandy. You know that. You will always be the only one I want. You were my first everything! First best friend, first kiss, first girlfriend, first love, first time…” he trails off, flustered as he recalls that night. “I want you to be my last. I know what I did hurt you, baby, and I understand why you’re so angry at me now. It’s because I hurt you and to you I didn’t even have a reason. I just up and left and never came back.”

He’s heaving and gasping for breath through his speech as the cold autumn air infiltrates his lungs.

“But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.”

“What is the truth then, Bob? Because I spent years wondering where I went wrong. Why I…” You break, letting the first sob crawl up your throat. “Why wasn't I enough for you?”

Bob’s resolve shatters and he hates himself for making you think you weren’t enough. There was absolutely nothing that hurt him more than that. He rushes forward not caring about the distance you desperately put between you. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he cradles your head to his chest and lets a series of his own tears fall.

“You were always enough. You still are. It was me who wasn’t enough for you,” he says into your ear. “I never deserved you, Brandy. I thought you’d hate me when I told you I was going to join the Navy but instead you did the complete opposite. You encouraged me to go and helped me enlist. Not once, did you show any anger or resentment towards me for wanting to escape this town. Then the night I left, you told me you’d wait for me and I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t be the reason why you put everything in your life on hold. I couldn’t be the reason why you didn’t go to the university you wanted to, or find a man who would be there for you to start a family with.

So I never reached out. I never visited or called or wrote back because I needed you to move on from me, sweetheart, because I knew I was only going to hold you back.”

“Bob,” you start, lifting your head from his chest but he only shakes his head.

“I couldn’t give you all the things you wanted despite how much I wanted it myself. I couldn’t bear the thought of you and our family getting the call that I’m not coming home. That our child would have to grow up without a father.”

You slide your arms up his chest, cupping the back of his neck. “That’s not fair, Bob. You didn’t even give me a chance to decide. Did you think I wasn’t aware of what it meant for you to be in the Navy? I didn’t care! As long as I was with you, that’s all I needed. But you couldn’t even fight for me, and that’s what hurt the most.”

He brings his hands to your face, wanting to feel you close. “And I will regret it for the rest of my life. I know I wasn’t fair and I should have given you that choice. Which is why I’m here now and even though I don’t deserve it, I’m going to fight for one last chance. I’m going to fight for you and I’m going to wait for however long it takes for you to forgive me because I love you. I love you and I don’t want to live another day without you.”

A heavy breath leaves you and you're overwhelmed with the sudden urge to kiss him, to tell him you love him too because you knew in your heart that he meant it. He was only doing what he thought was best for you, though his method wasn’t the most conventional way. “You mean it, Floyd?”

“With everything I have, darling,” he swears.

Narrowing your eyes as you look at him, you hold onto his wrists and tentatively nod. “One more chance, Robert. You get one chance and that’s it.”

The grin that overtakes his features is bright enough to light up the night sky. “One chance is all I need. And Brands?”

You hum.

“I love you.”

Six Months Later…

“You sure this Brandy chick actually exists, Phoenix?” Hangman eyes the doors of The Hard Deck while sinking another ball.

The female pilot rolls her eyes as she makes her way around the table to situate her next shot. “For the thousandth time, Bagman, yes ok? I know her personally and Bob’s not a liar.”

He shrugs, leaning on his cue stick. “I’m just saying, she sounds a little too good to be true and that’s coming from me.”

A series of groans emit from the Dagger Squad at Hangman’s comment. The pool game continues with some sly remarks here and there from the cocky aviator when Bob bursts through the door with the biggest smile on his face and a pretty lady on his arm.

“Well, shit,” Hangman whistles as Coyote elbows him in the ribs.

As Bob approaches the table, you’re met with the familiar sight of Phoenix who waves at you from the pool table. The others you see are only faces and names you know from pictures. Suddenly feeling intimidated, you tuck yourself away behind the safety of Bob, waiting for him to introduce you to the others.��

“Everyone, this is Brandy. Brandy, the squad,” he gestures to the gaping aviators who clearly didn’t believe you were real until now.

Peeking from behind his shoulder, you send them a warm smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“Pleasure’s all ours,” the man known as Payback speaks up. “When Bobby here told us he had a girl back home, we just knew we had to meet her.”

Knocking your hip with Bob’s you bashfully smile. “You talk about me?”

“You’re all he's ever talked about since he came back from our leave six months ago,” Rooster replies with a grin.

Bob waves off the others’ comments as they continue to tell you all about his gushing. “Ok, Phoenix, watch them will ya? Make sure they don’t say anything else embarrassing while I grab Brandy a drink.” He turns to you with a knowing look. “The usual?”

“Yes, please.”

He nods and places a soft kiss onto your cheek before walking towards the bar. As he waits for Penny to get your drink, he watches as you laugh with the squad by Phoenix’s side. The sight makes a familiar warmth grow in his chest. You look so at home with his work family, he wonders why he ever thought it was a good idea to keep this part of his life away from you. The way you conversed with Fanboy and playfully rolled your eyes at whatever comment Hangman was making told Bob he wouldn’t have to worry about leaving you alone anymore. Not when his other family had your back.

Bob thanks Penny with a nod as he grabs your drink, but not before making a stop at the jukebox. He walks back to the group, handing you your drink and draping his arm over your shoulders.

An all too familiar tune filters through The Hard Deck that makes your eyes light up with childlike joy.

There's a port on a western bay

And it serves a hundred ships a day

Lonely sailors pass the time away

And talk about their homes

Grabbing his hand that rests over your shoulder, you spin around with a teasing smile. “Come dance with me, sailor.”

You excuse yourselves from the group and pull him out onto the wooden deck of the bar. The evening air is cold against your skin, but you welcome it as it soothes the heat from the alcohol. You place your glass on one of the tables as Bob releases your hand and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you close.

He hums the words into your ear as the two of you sway and you don’t think you’ve ever felt more at peace. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sigh, “I love you, Robert Floyd.”

He holds you tighter and looks down at where you rest against him. Bob presses a kiss to your hairline, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you more, Brandy, my fine girl.”

The rest of the squad eventually joins you outside later that night, swapping stories and anecdotes of their adventures as a team. It’s as you sit nuzzled against his side with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders and your head against his hip that Bob knows he finally found his way home.

a/n: these two are my babies. i love them and will cherish them forever. one more part to this officially will be an epilogue! i also have some cut scenes and other fun stuff planned for these two so stay tuned for that as well! also thank you to everyone who has read and supported this series! i appreciate you all so much.

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Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent - Raspberry Jam and Coconut Cakes

I chose this dessert for Will because it's mentioned in the original novel The Essex Serpent (which the series is based on). Plus, the titular serpent is considered a very exotic, almost mythical creature to Will, much like how coconuts were considered a very exotic fruit in Victorian England.

And in addition to that, the delicate nature of these little cakes is stronger than Will's loyalty (seriously, his wife Stella deserved better).

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown - Macarons

Macarons are delectable, expensive, and definitely fit for royalty. Plus, they tend to be subtle in flavor just like Henry's subtle charm, which he makes good use of when needed.

(What would Hal's favorite macaron flavor be? Something tells me French vanilla or raspberry.)

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, from the Marvel Cinematic Universe - Green Tea Cheesecake

How can Loki's dessert not have green - his signature color - in it? This is also a very decadent dessert and therefore fitting for a prince (and a rightful king). Plus, consuming green tea is linked to higher energy levels, just like how Loki excites fans all over the world.

(Also a good match for Loki? The Swedish princess cake, known as prinsesstårta. It was named as such because princesses were believed to have been fond of the cake. It's layered with custard and jam, and covered in green marzipan. Plus, Sweden is part of Scandanavia, which practiced Norse mythology once upon a time. And as almost everyone knows, Loki is the Norse god of mischief.)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout - Battenberg Cake

For those who haven't heard of it before, a Battenberg cake is made from pink and yellow sponge cakes, linked together with jam and coated in marzipan, which is made from almonds and sugar. It was invented to mark the wedding of Princess Victoria (Queen Victoria's granddaughter) to Louis of Battenberg, hence the name.

The pink and yellow colors reminded me of Bill's sunny, rose-tinted outlook towards life. Plus, the square shape is pretty similar to Bill's square nature as someone who is pretty straightforward and reluctant to break rules.

Coriolanus from the play of the same name - Panna Cotta with Raspberry Sauce

Honestly, one of the reasons I chose this dessert for Coriolanus is because the raspberry sauce is reminiscent of Coriolanus's bloodthirsty nature as a general of the Roman army. And much like how panna cotta has a somewhat rigid shape that cannot be easily changed, Coriolanus has a tough time changing his own nature when he enters into politics (he doesn't get along with the ordinary citizens) and it's one of the reasons he doesn't do well in his elections.

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager - Sticky Toffee Pudding

For a man who declares himself to be English "to the core", a sticky toffee pudding seems appropriate. Not to mention, Jonathan's decision to get involved in the operation to take down a great, international arms dealer puts him in numerous sticky situations that he needs to get out of, using his wits and strength.

Robert Laing from High Rise - Tiramisu

Tiramisu - lady finger cookies soaked in espresso, layered with ricotta cheese, and dusted with some cocoa powder. Dr. Laing deserves a dessert that caters to his mature tastes. Before the events of the movie, Laing is portrayed as someone who has their life together, down to each detail. Everything is perfectly in its place, just like the layers of tiramisu. Of course, that all changes over the course of the film, just like how none of the layers remain in place while eating a piece of tiramisu.

(And speaking of lady fingers, that sunbathing scene totally made some ladies want to put their fingers…never mind, sorry. Let's move on.)

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander - Lavender Lemon Cupcakes

Honestly, this is mainly because for some reason, I associate Magnus with the cottagecore aesthetic. Maybe it's because Wallander is set in a small town in Ystad, Sweden, or maybe it's because of Magnus's curls and boyish, innocent looks. But Magnus is anything but innocent sometimes, having sarcastic remarks ready at the drop of a hat. Hence, the hint of sourness with the lemon.

Oakley from Unrelated - Cannoli

There's a couple of reasons why I chose cannolis for Oakley. Number one, the film Unrelated is set in Tuscany, Italy, and cannolis are Italian. Number two, Oakley as a character keeps a playful, hedonistic, almost arrogant exterior when on the inside, he's sentimental and has deep-seated issues with his father. It's quite like how cannolis are hard on the outside and creamy, with chocolate chips or nuts, on the inside.

(Number three, based on how Oakley talks about sex and how he mentioned having a "hard-on", it's probably true that Oakley has learned to play with his own "cannoli". Sorry, that sounded crass.)

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak - Victoria Sponge Cake

Soft, beautiful, and elegantly decorated - those adjectives describe a perfect Victoria sponge cake, as well as our first impression of Baron Thomas Sharpe. Plus, strawberries are red, just like the clay surrounding the Sharpe mansion (hence the name Crimson Peak). Though if I could, I'd customize this cake to have a hot chocolate bomb or something in the center. Because while Thomas has an exterior that is immaculate and romantic (it's almost too perfect to be true), he is one dark mess on the inside.

Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston - Dark Chocolate Brownie Sundae

Like Hiddleston's character in the Jaguar commercials, a dark chocolate brownie is well, dark, delicious, and probably rich. And the ice cream on top perfectly matches the seemingly cold demeanor of this villain. Like ice cream, some villains' cold exteriors melt under the right conditions.

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snippet: The Trenches Have Vanished Under the Plough

Square: B2 - Crying During Sex Rating: E Word Count: 789 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - human, Alternate Universe - no powers, 1910s, World War I, PTSD, scars, discussion of trench warfare, soldier Hob Gadling, period-typical homophobia, mutual pining, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, implied eating disorder Summary: In France in 1917, amidst the mud of the trenches and the bloody battles of the Great War, Captain Morpheus de Endelas and Corporal Robert “Hob” Gadling meet and are drawn irrevocably together. They begin an affair that ultimately threatens their hearts, their careers, and their very lives. It is not until after the war is over that the two broken men can even begin to think of picking up the shattered pieces of their lives and moving forward. But will they move toward one another, or away? Fill for @dreamlingbingo

When this excerpt begins, Armistice Day is several months behind them. Morpheus has found Hob in the cottage on the Sussex coast where, shellshocked and still recovering from his wounds, he has retreated from the world. After an argument about their parting and an emotionally charged confrontation, they fall into bed together, unable to deny the strength of their feelings for one another.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you naked before.”

“No,” says Morpheus. “No, I suppose not.”

Their trysts, Hob remembers all too well, were always hurried. Hidden. Clothing shoved aside just enough to reach what they needed in order to clutch at what pleasure they could. Now Hob looks his fill, eyes roving over the shapes he’s memorized by feel, if not by sight.

“You’re beautiful.”

Morpheus snorts, an ungentle and caustic sound that Hob doesn’t like at all.

“Look at me,” he says, gesturing down his body with a sweep of his arm.

“I am looking,” Hob says quietly.

Morpheus’s skin glows in the low light of the kerosene lamp. Even from across the room, Hob can pick out the scars – pale skin marred by even paler marks, except where some still show an angry red in places. It’s only been seven months since Armistice Day, after all. Not so much time to heal. A particularly bad one winds around Morpheus’s left knee like a vine. Hob has a matching one on his right. He’s surprised Morpheus doesn’t walk with a limp. He does, a bit, when it’s damp or when his leg has been strained.

Hob only realizes he’s still staring when he sees the pink flush creeping over Morpheus’s cheeks and chest, and registers his prick valiantly plumping a bit against his white thigh.

His tobacco pouch falls forgotten atop the table as he returns to the bed, drawn like a moth to a flame.

“You are. Beautiful,” Hob says, placing a knee on the mattress. “Beautiful,” he says, as he lies down beside Morpheus and runs a hand down his ribs, skims across his hip and his narrow flank. “Beautiful,” he whispers, tenderly urging the wasted thighs to straddle his chest. He fits his thumbs into the too-deep divots at his hips and gently pulls Morpheus forward, until his knees are snugged up into Hob’s armpits and his hardened prick can nudge against his waiting lips. Morpheus’s eyes are squeezed shut.

“Come, love,” he whispers into the silence between them, “let me show you. My beautiful man.”

He lifts his head, lets his mouth fall open, makes it as soft as he knows how, lolls his tongue out like a warm, red carpet welcoming his lover home. And carefully, Morpheus ruts forward into Hob’s mouth.

He moves slowly at first, so slowly, thighs tense, one hand braced on the simple wooden frame of Hob’s bed. Hob can see the scant muscles in his belly fluttering with the effort to stay upright, to keep his movements shallow; so he squeezes Morpheus’s hips and takes as much of his weight as he dares, encouraging him to move, desperate to feel every inch, every twitch.

When his prick bumps against the back of Hob’s throat Morpheus moans above him, loud and obscene in the quiet of the cottage, and Hob feels the vibration down into his chest, feels his own cock stir between his legs at the sound, the proof of Morpheus’s pleasure. When Morpheus’s thrusts quicken, Hob moans in turn.

Morpheus’s eyes fly open, piercing blue even in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and his free hand, which had been flexing against his own thigh, steals tentatively into Hob’s hair. Their eyes are locked, now. Hob cannot look away. He will never be able to look away from Morpheus again. Beautiful, beautiful, he thinks, trying to broadcast his thoughts like a radio signal. My love, my beautiful man, stay, stay, be mine, my love, stay.

It is absurd, to think that Morpheus can hear him, and Hob is neither a mystic nor an occultist. But something happens, some spark catches between them; perhaps it is but physical passion, but Morpheus’s kiss-bitten lips part in astonishment, and those pristine eyes fill with tears and overflow, twin crystal streams that run down his thin face and drip onto Hob’s chin.

Hob wishes wildly that he could taste Morpheus’s tears, but then his hips are stuttering, and he is crying out again, and all Hob can taste is his own spit and Morpheus’s spend on the back of his tongue, and that is enough; that is a beauty all its own.

“I may wake in the night,” mutters Morpheus, “especially if the storm is bad. I do not sleep well, these days.”

“You? Really? That’s a bit hard to believe,” says Hob. “You know… we used to call you ‘the cat.’ Because you could curl up and doze off anywhere.”

“I know. I know you did,” says Morpheus. “Things are different, now.” His voice is rough, and so tired.

“Yeah,” says Hob. “Yeah, I know.” He clutches Morpheus a little closer and kisses his temple. “I know.”

Historical note: The title of this fic is from the song “No Man’s Land” (also known as “The Green Fields of France” or “Willie McBride”) by Eric Bogle. I recommend this 1980 recording by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, which makes me cry literally every time I hear it. It's one of the great anti-war songs of the 20th century.

This fic is almost complete! If you enjoyed this excerpt, subscribe to me on AO3 to get notified when the finished work is posted!

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#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling bingo #dream of the endless #hob gadling #wwi fiction #my writing #I came so close to getting this whole thing done by the bingo deadline - but alas! enjoy this excerpt at least!#the trenches have vanished under the plough

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Sun + Ascendant = who you might look like

(extra celebrity bullsh*t) <3

xoxo gossip girl *try to ignore age and race, it could literally be similarity in eye shape or bone structure*

Aries Sun + Aries Rising - Heath Ledger

Aries Sun + Taurus Rising - Alia Shawkat , Scott Eastwood

Aries Sun + Gemini Rising - Kristen Stewart , Gregory Peck

Aries Sun + Cancer Rising - Mariah Carey, Paul Rudd

Aries Sun + Virgo Rising - Doris Day , Conan O'Brien

Aries Sun + Libra Rising - Elizabeth Montgomery , James Garner

Aries Sun + Scorpio Rising - Jessica Chastain

Aries Sun+ Sagittarius Rising - Leona Lewis , Marlon Brando

Aries Sun + Capricorn Rising - America Ferrera, Brendon Urie

Aries Sun + Aquarius Rising - Selena Quintella , Harry Houdini

Taurus Sun + Aries Rising - Barbara Streisand

Taurus Sun + Taurus Rising - Gigi Hadid, Robert Pattinson

Taurus Sun + Gemini Rising - Michelle Pheiffer

Taurus Sun + Cancer Rising - Cher , Rami Malek

Taurus Sun + Leo Rising - Al Pacino

Taurus Sun + Virgo Rising - Renee Zellweger , Roy Orbison

Taurus Sun + Libra Rising - Dwayne Johnson

Taurus Sun + Capricorn Rising - Megan Fox

Taurus Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Grace Jones

Taurus Sun + Aquarius Rising - Audrey Hepburn, George Clooney

Taurus Sun + Pisces Rising - Bettie Page

Gemini Sun + Gemini Rising - Judy Garland

Gemini Sun + Cancer Rising - Angelina Jolie, Mark Wahlberg

Gemini Sun + Capricorn Rising - Naomi Campbell

Gemini Sun + Leo Rising - Logan Browning

Gemini Sun + Libra Rising - Greg Kinnear

Gemini Sun + Scorpio Rising - Nicole Kidman, Chris Evans

Gemini Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Courtney Cox

Gemini Sun + Capricorn Rising - Colin Farrell

Gemini Sun + Aquarius Rising - Shia Labeouf

Gemini Sun + Pisces Rising - Maria Menenous

Cancer Sun + Aries Rising - Farley Granger , Lena Horne

Cancer Sun + Gemini Rising - Lindsay Lohan

Cancer Sun + Cancer Rising - Liv Tyler, David Hasselhoff

Cancer Sun + Leo Rising - Meryl Streep

Cancer Sun + Virgo Rising = Nicole Scherzinger

Cancer Sun + Libra Rising - Michelle Branch, Benedict Cumberbac

Cancer Sun + Scorpio Rising - Lana del Rey , Vin Diesel

Cancer Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Cheryl Cole

Cancer Sun + Capricorn Rising - Gisele Bunchen

Cancer Sun + Aquarius Rising- Cyndie Lauper

Cancer Sun + Pisces Rising - Shane Dawson

Leo Sun + Aries Rising - Taylor Schilling

Leo Sun + Taurus Rising - Halle Berry , Austin Butler

Leo Sun + Gemini Rising - Sandra Bullock, Mick Jagger

Leo Sun + Cancer Rising - Karlie Kloss, Ben Affleck

Leo Sun + Leo Rising - Gillian Anderson , Matthew Perry

Leo Sun + Virgo Rising - Madonna, Patrick Swayze

Leo Sun + Libra Rising - JLO

Leo Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Mila Kunis , Robert Plant

Leo Sun + Scorpio Rising - Iman

Leo Sun + Pisces Rising - Whitney Houston, John Stamos

Virgo Sun + Gemini Rising- Greta Garbo

Virgo Sun + Cancer Rising - Lauren Bacall , Jack Black

Virgo Sun + Leo Rising - Beyonce, Nick Jonas

Virgo Sun + Virgo Rising - Chris Pine

Virgo Sun + Libra Rising - Barry Gibb

Virgo Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Shania Twain

Virgo Sun + Capricorn Rising - Joan Jett, Richard Gere

Virgo Sun + Aquarius Rising - Zendaya

Libra Sun + Aries Rising - Cardi B, John Lennon

Libra Sun + Taurus Rising - Serena Williams , Josh Hutcherson

Libra Sun + Gemini Rising - Christina Millian, Will Smith

Libra Sun + Cancer Rising - Emily Deschanel

Libra Sun + Leo Rising - Rachel leigh Cook , Lindsay Buckingham

Libra Sun + Virgo Rising - Marion Cotilliard, Donald Glover

Libra Sun + Libra Rising - Doja Cat , John Mayer

Libra Sun + Scorpio Rising - Naomi Watts , Charlton Heston

Libra Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Kim Kardashian

Libra Sun + Capricorn Rising - Gwen Stefani

Libra Sun + Aquarius Rising- Alicia Silverstone, Matt Damon

Libra Sun + Pisces Rising - Gwenyth Paltrow

Scorpio Sun + Gemini Rising - Mathew McCoughney

Scorpio Sun + Cancer Rising - Hedy Lamar

Scorpio Sun + Leo Rising - Miranda Lambert

Scorpio Sun + Libra Rising - Anne Hathaway, Leonardo Di Caprio

Scorpio Sun + Scorpio Rising - Grace Kelly, Shah Ruhk Khan

Scorpio Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Yaya Decosta, Mark Ruffalo

Scorpio Sun + Capricorn Rising - Drake

Scorpio Sun + Pisces Rising - Demi Moore, Ryan Gosling

Sagittarius Sun + Taurus Rising - Miley Cyrus

Sagittarius Sun + Gemini Rising - Julianne Moore

Sagittarius Sun + Cancer Rising - Tyra Banks

Sagittarius Sun+ Leo Rising - Tina Turner, Jake Gyllenhaal

Sagittarius Sun + Virgo Rising - Sarah Paulson

Sagittarius Sun + Libra Rising - Keri Hilson

Sagittarius Sun + Scorpio Rising - Taylor Swift

Sagittaarius Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Jimi Hendrix, Xosha Roquemore

Sagittarius Sun+ Aquarius Rising - Nicki Minaj

Sagittarius Sun + Pisces Rising - Billie Eilish, Jay Z

Capricorn Sun + Taurus Rising - Issa Rae, Jared leto

Capricorn Sun + Gemini Rising - Naya Rivera , Ricky Martin

Capricorn Sun + Cancer Rising - Kate Bosworth

Capricorn Sun + Leo Rising - Ava Gardner , Jason Bateman

Capricorn Sun + Virgo Rising - Dolly Parton

Capricorn Sun + Libra Rising - Alison Brie, Denzel Washington

Capricorn Sun + Scorpio Rising - Hrithink Roshan

Capricorn Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Eartha Kitt, Nicolas Cage

Capricorn Sun + Capricorn Rising - Zooey Deschanel

Capricorn Sun + Aquarius Rising- Regina King , Orlando Bloom

Aquarius Sun + Aries Rising - James Dean

Aquarius Sun + Taurus Rising - Taylor Lautner

Aquarius Sun + Gemini Rising - Lana Turner, Ashton Kutcher

Aquarius Sun + Cancer Rising - Molly Ringwald , Chord Overstreet

Aquarius Sun + Leo Rising - Heather Graham

Aquarius Sun + Virgo Rising - Zsa Zsa Gabor , Michael B Jordon

Aquarius Sun + Libra Rising - Jennifer Aniston, Harry Styles

Aquarius Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Paris Hilton

Aquarius Sun + Aquarius Rising - Alan Cumming

Aquarius Sun + Pisces Rising - Brandy

Pisces Sun + Aries Rising - Rihanna, James Dean

Pisces Sun + Taurus Rising - Dakota Fanning

Pisces Sun + Gemini Rising - Drew Barrymore

Pisces Sun + Cancer Rising - Cindy Crawford, Kurt Russel

Pisces Sun + Leo Rising - Laura Prepon , Adam Levine

Pisces Sun + Virgo Rising - Lauren Graham, Kurt Cobain

Pisces Sun + Libra Rising - Jean Harlow , Sidney Poirtier

Pisces Sun + Scorpio Rising - Eva Longoria, Daniel Craig

Pisces Sun + Capricorn Rising - Rashida Jones

Pisces Sun + Sagittarius Rising - Elizabeth Taylor

Pisces Sun + Aquarius Rising - Nina Simone

Pisces Sun + Pisces Rising - Johnny Cash

#sun signs #dumb astrology #astrology #capricorn rising #random astro #aries rising #sun and rising #scorpio #astro notes #signs as #looks in astrology #rising signs appearance #appearance in astrology

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no joke we should start putting out this list daily to bully the celebrities who haven't visibly supported the sag-aftra strike yet

INCOMPLETE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO WILL BE SPARED IN THE REVOLUTION [/hj]

Chris Pine, Jennifer Garner, Timothy Olyphant, Mandy Moore, Ben Schwartz, Nick Offerman, Ming-Na Wen, Sam Elliott, Jack Black, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Margot Robbie, Jon Cryer, Jean Smart, Aubrey Plaza, Adam Scott, Jennifer Grey, Clarke Gregg, Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda, Rhys Darby, Zooey Deschanel, Emily Deschanel, Sterling K Brown, Ben Barnes, Jack Quaid, Robert Pine, Raegan Revord, Tate Donovan, Milo Manheim, Simu Liu, Wendie Malick, Camryn Manheim, Danielle Fishel, Annette O’Toole, Martin Henderson, Michael McKean, Colin Farrell, Billy Crystal, Jason Sudeikis, Brett Goldstein, Breckin Meyer, Rebecca Wisocky, Devan Chandler Long, Todd Stashwick, Tom Ellis, Patrick Fischler, Quinta Brunson, Jeri Ryan, Jon Cryer, Chris Gorham, Gina Torres, Annette Bening, Jon Hamm, Elizabeth Banks, LeVar Burton, Kumail Nanjiani, Seth Rogen, Jessica Lange, Mark Ruffalo, Bette Midler, Susan Sarandon, Jessica Chastain, Lily Gladstone, Anna Kendrick, Pedro Pascal, Anya Taylor-Joy, Ayo Edebiri, Sean Astin, Gillian Jacobs

#sag-aftra strike #sag strike #actors strike #yes this list is missing people no i will not be creating a whole catalogue. [she says. thinking about creating a catalogue.]

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MY FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023! (lists in no particular order....well, sort of)

MY 20 FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023

Anna Hillburg- Tired Girls (Speakeasy Studios)

RVG- Brain Worms (fire)

The Tubs- Dead Meat (Trouble in Mind)

Seablite- Lemon Lights (Mt St Mtn)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- The Town That Cursed Your Name (Slumberland)

Lewsberg- Out and About (12XU)

Melenas- Ahora (Trouble in Mind)

Blues Lawyer- All in Good Time (Dark Entries)

Colored Lights- S/T (Bobo Integral)

Doe St- Stepping Stones (Legless)

Guardian Singles- Feed Me To The Doves (Trouble in Mind)

Corvair - Bound To Be (WIAIWYA)

The Garment District- Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts of the World (HHBTM)

Royal Ottawa- Carcosa (self released)

Tough Age- Waiting here (Bobo Integral)

Soft Science- Lines (Shelflife)

The Midnight Sailors- S/T (self released)

Robert Forster- The Candle and the Flame (Tapete)

Civic – Taken By Force (ATO)

Sumos- Surfacing (Meritorio)

WAIT….HERE’S 20 MORE!

Connie Lovatt- Coconut Mirror (Enchante’)

En Attendant Ana- Principia (Trouble in Mind)

Withered Hand- How to Love (Reveal)

The High Water Marks- Your Next Wolf (Minty Fresh)

The Feelies- Some Kinda Love: Performing the Music of the Velvet Underground (Bar-None)

Connections- Cool Change (Trouble in Mind)

The Ex Bats- Song Machine (Goner)

The Photocopies- Top of the Pops (Ultra Modern)

Amanda Brown- Eight Guitars (Lillipilli)

Arthur Alexander- …Steppin’ Out! (Big Stir Records)

Eyelids- A Colossal Waste of Lights ((Jealous Butcher)

Panic Pocket- Mad Half Hour (Skep Wax)

Yo La Tengo- This Stupid World (Matador)

Swansea Sound- Twentieth Century (Skep Wax)

Kevin Robertson- Magic Spells Abound (Futureman)

Super 8- Hoopla (The Beautiful Music)

The Radio Fields- Dos and Dont’s (Subjangle)

Joe McAlinden- Where The Clouds Go Swimming (self -released)

The Black Watch- Future Strangers (ATOM)

Rob I Miller- Companion Piece (Vacant Stare)

….AND HERE’S 10 MORE

The Lost Days- In the Store (Speakeasy Studios)

Life Strike- Peak Dystopia (Bobo Integral)

Belle & Sebastian- Late Developers (Matador)

Lauds- Imitation Life (Fort Lowell)

The Hepburns- Only the Hours (Lavender Sweep)

Lomma- Torrey Pines (self released)

C.O.F.F.I.N.- Australia Stops (Goner)

Special Friend- Wait Until the Flames Come Rushing In (Skep Wax)

Burning Ferns- World of the Wars (Country Mile)

Wojtek the Bear- Second Place on Purpose (Last Night From Glasgow)

I ALSO REALLY LIKED ALBUMS BY: Diners, Moving Targets, Bill Orcutt, Skull Practitioners, the Suncharms, Divine Horsemen, The Flashcubes, Hurry, Teenage Fanclub, Lydia Loveless, The Make Three, Shana Cleveland, The Ekphrastics, Ryan Allen, Fruit Bats, Nicole Yun, Dippers, Lost Film, Tony Jay, Cindy, Class, The Clientele, Lemon Twigs, Sweeping Promises, The National Honor Society, The Whiffs, Infinite River, Silver Biplanes, Jason Isbell, The Cuticles, Mudhoney, Alex Lahey, Crocodiles, Peter Hall, Cherry Fez, The Angles, Scott Gagner, Mainland Break, Christian Kjellvander, Sick Thoughts, Grand Drifter, The Motifs, The Sunshine Convention, The 1981, Roy Moller, Youth Valley, Soft Covers, Deadlights, The Smashing Times, The Spires, Helen Love, Motorbike, Silverstiles, Water Damage, Uni Boys, The Royal Arctic Institute, Gina Birch, Gee Tee, etc.

MY 10 FAVORITE REISSUES OF 2023

The Chills- Brave Words (Fire)

The Replacements- Tim (Sire)

The Ocean Blue- Davy Jones Locker (Korda)

Wild Carnation- Tricycle (Delmore)

Neutral Milk Hotel- The Collected Works of Neutral Milk Hotel (Merge)

Das Damen- 1986- Keeps Me Wild (Dromedary)

Heavenly -Le Jardin de Heavenly (Skep Wax)

The Verlaines- Bird Dog (Schoolkids Records)

The Toms- S/T (Feel It)

Celibate Rifles Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (Bang!)

MY 15 FAVORITE EPS OF 2023

Lightheaded- Good Good Grief (Slumberland)

Minor Threat- Out of Step outtakes (Dischord)

The Cucumbers- Old Shoes (self released)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- Unloveable Losers (digital)

The Vapour Trails- On a Beautiful Day (Futureman)

Blues Lawyer- Sight Gags on the Radio (Dark Entries)

Deary- S/T (Sonic Cathedral)

The Wends- Better Will (WWNBB)

Te Vista- S/T (Cripes)

Red Sleeping Beauty- From Sarah With Love (Matinee)

Letting Up Despite Great Faults- Crumble (S/T)

The Prize- Wrong Side Of Town (Anti Fade)

Touch Girl Apple Blossom- S/T (self released)

Galore- Blush (Paisley Shirt)

Lost Tapes- Crossing Towns (Shelflife)

MY 5 FAVORITE COLLECTIONS OF 2023

The Particles- 1980’s Bubblegum (Chapter Music)

Primal Scream- Reverberations (Travelling in Time) (Acid Jazz/XTRM/Young Tiki)

The Shapiros- Gone by Fall: the Collected Works of (World of Echo)

Dot Dash- 16 Again (Country Mile)

Comet Gain- The Misfit Jukebox (Tapete)

Eric "Eggman" Eggleson's favorite records of 2023!

A Colossal Waste Of Light - Eyelids

Aeterna - Vinyl Williams

Away From The Castle – Video Age

Babydoll – Rat Columns

Bananasugarfire – Golden Apples

Careless By The Coast - Marvin Powell

Cartwheel - Hotline TNT

Colored Lights

Compact Trauma – Ulrika Spacek

Continue As A Guest – The New Pornographers

Disenchanter - Alaska Reid

EP IV – Yumi Zouma

Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts Of The World – The Garment District

Henry St. - The Tallest Man On Earth

Hindsight is 50/50 – Ghost Woman

I Held The Shape While I Could – Bodywash

Javelin – Sufjan Stevens

Left Hand - Becca Mancari

Life and Life Only - The Heavy Heavy

Love as Projection – Frankie Rose

May Cause Dizzy Ness - The Musical Chairs

My Entire Life – SUSTO

Pearlies – Emma Anderson

Perennial - Woods

Pictures – Dean Owens

Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) - Yves Tumor

Prize - Rozi Plain

Radio Red – Laura Groves

So Soon Now – Trillion

Strange Loops and Outer Psyche – Andy Bell

Suntub – ML Buch

The Greater Wings - Julie Byrne

The Natural Lines

The Queen Is Not Dead – Spiritual Front

the record – boygenius

The Sunshine Convention

The Twits - bar Italia

This Candle Is For You - Spearmint

Waiting Here – Tough Age

We Live In Strange Times – Ian M Bailey

When Horses Would Run - Being Dead

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sparrowsabre7 · 3 months

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8th Doctor Main Range Audio Drama Mini-reviews

I've been listening to the Big Finish 8th Doctor stories on Spotify (the first 50 Main Range dramas is on there, plus a lot of the following "8th Doctor Adventures" stories) so I wanted to give a bit of a run down of my impressions.

Storm Warning

A solid start, classic Who shenanigans and introduces a solid companion in Charley Pollard, she's feisty and fun, but also not madly enamoured with the Doctor like so many companions can be. It makes for a fun reintroduction to the 8th Doctor, not seen since the movie some 5 years prior, allowing him more time to breathe.

The premise of humans trying to make first contact in order to steal alien weapons is tried and true but the cast elevates it and makes it more entertaining than it sounds. Lord Tamworth makes for an interesting support character, especially when his role could have been taken in a very cliché direction. The final scene sows the ongoing thread of Charley having been saved from her intended fate and the potential consequences of that.

7/10

Sword of Orion

Doctor Who does Alien/Aliens but with Cybermen and a background helping of the Android/Human conflict of Blade Runner, and it works bloody well. The initial mystery intrigues and while everything feels off from the start it's not til quite a way through that things start to make sense and align.

A more forgettable cast of characters (with many being left to be cannon fodder) but the premise is strong enough to bear out the runtime.

8/10

The Stones of Venice

Ugh. The first real dud. a somewhat tedious romp through a collapsing Venice with plot twists a savvy listener can see coming ten miles off and the longer they put off the "reveal" the more tiresome it becomes. The art curator was a fun enough support character but the upper class humans vs lower class aliens along with prophecies and a pining King leave for a very rote story that does little to excite or entertain and leaves the Doctor and Charley feeling irrelevant for large swathes of runtime, aside from use as props.

4/10

Minuet in Hell

This is more like it! A real mystery to sink one's teeth into. While it's somewhat frustrating that Eight has amnesia (again!) it works in the story's favour, weave a complex web of a narrative trying to see how all the narrative pieces interlock. Some of the performances (mainly the Americans) are a little hammy for my taste, but why make Doctor Who if you can't be a little silly for once. The return of the Brigadier more than makes up for Eight's rather limited airtime, but the audio tortures us by frequently putting the amnesiac Doctor with him but not letting them recognise each other until the drama is almost over. Nonetheless, an entertaining ride.

7/10

Invaders from Mars

A somewhat lacklustre alien invasion story, another with humans using alien tech to gain power, buoyed a little by some great performances from some actors and some truly unhinged and unrecognisable turns from Simon Pegg and Jessica Hynes doing the thickest American Mobster and Russian agent accents you've ever heard. There's also a delightfully scenery chewing turn from who I assume is Nicholas Briggs as the aliens. Nothing much of note here aside from this being Mark Gatiss' first DW script and sadly, much like some of his TV DW work, it's a lot of interesting ideas thrown at the wall, only some of which hit satisfyingly.

5/10

The Chimes of Midnight

This is it. This is the big one. A truly fantastic story, classic time loop premise but not in the usual fashion. It weaves a narrative that confuses and engages in equal measure throughout along with a lot of great work from the two leads. Has all the hallmarks of DW's best (perhaps not surprising that the writer Robert Shearman also wrote one of the all time great NuWho episodes in "Dalek" - in turn based on his audio drama "Jubilee") and would heartily recommend to any DW fan interested in getting to know the Eighth Doctor. I would say you need to have at least heard "Storm Warning" first to get the most benefit, as it ultimately centres on Charley and the paradox of her existence.

10/10

#doctor who #eighth doctor #reviews #audio dramas #big finish

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disturbnot · 7 months

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“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @silentchamp tysm i LOVE dash memes :D

tagging: you!!! yes you reading this! i think most of my mutuals have already done this nsdfjkh

THE BASICS

Name: Ash Satoshi Ketchum Age: 37 Birthdate: 22nd May 1986 Species: Human (with a very large question mark) Gender: Cis male Orientation: Gay Profession: Pokémon trainer; world champion (part-time), Pallet House barkeep/line cook (part-time). Chosen one and pokémon whisperer (full-time).

PHYSICAL FEATURES

Hair: Black, reflecting teal hues in some lights. grey hair at the temples. thick, soft in texture. almost fluffy. Eyes: Vivid brown; molten amber. Skin: Tanned, tattooed on both upper arms and his back. Head-scratchingly free of scarring. Height: 6' 1" / 185cm Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg; built for strength, endurance, and eating one hell of a lot; very muscular beneath a soft layer of fat.

FAMILY

Siblings: None by blood. Raichu is his brother in bond. Parents: Delia Ketchum (mother, landlady of Pallet House), Tony Ketchum (trainer, missing as of winter 1991, presumed dead). Grandparents: Kazuko Toyoshima (maternal grandmother, decased), Siba 'Bruno' Toyoshima (maternal grandfather, fighting master), Zaniyah Ketchum (paternal grandmother, Anahua region guardian), Robert Ketchum (paternal grandfather, deceased as of 1979). Other Relatives: Necalli Ketchum (paternal uncle, Anahuan artist & tattooist), Ella Ketchum (aunt by marriage, Kalia region gym leader), Yolotli Vargas (paternal aunt, Anahuan anthropologist and archaeologist), Ixchel Vargas (cousin, model), Rafa Ketchum (cousin, exploudcloud rapper), Professor Kukui (father figure/uncle, Alolan professor and wrestler), Professor Burnet (aunt figure, Alolan professor), Rei (cousin).

SKILLSET

A legendary pokémon battler, known for his creativity, ability to improvise, and be generally unpredictable; Ash also has a knack for getting completely in tune with most pokémon. Tried and tested wilderness survivor, knows how to mountaineer, build a damn good campfire, and at one point he even knew how to astronavigate before things started getting... well, that's another story for later. Ash is also a passable cook, having been taught by his mother, and although Ash lacks his father's virtuosity, he is reasonably competent at playing guitar and harmonica, as well as having a naturally pleasant singing voice.

Ash has also fostered a whole variety of other aura-based skills and powers, but maybe ... I will keep all of that for its own lore dump. :)

TRAITS

Positive: Kind, independent, curious, generous, selfless, passionate, imaginative. Negative: Reckless, not in control of his emotions, impulsive, lacks self-discipline. Neutral: Defiant, stubborn, deeply sentimental, irreverent, sarcastic.

LIKES

Colors: Ocean blue, deep red, pine green. Smells: Still night air, ocean breeze, woodsmoke, food sizzling over a fire, the electrical smell of Raichu's fur, the aromas of a matsuri late at night, his laundry when his mom does it. Textures: The duvet interior of a good sleeping bag, the ambient buzzing sensation of stroking Raichu's staticky fur, Rapidash fire, Pacalaca wool, Lugia's hide when dry, cool glass or metal, holo-touchscreens, warm fresh dough. Drinks: Water, beer, hot chocolate, Kantonian whisky.

EXTRA DETAILS

Smokes?: Plenty. Drugs: Only weed now. Driver License: Yes, but I don't think he's driven in well over a decade. He prefers to sit and chill in his dad's old car, completely stationary. Been Arrested?: You know it.

#headcanon tag tba .#dash games /#tysm kyle i had fun doing this! and i always love reading about redmondddd :D #not us out here casually dropping our boys' surprising relations #notes for those who haven't read the carrd yet - anahua and kalia are two of my fan regions in ash's canon :3 #and a 'pacalaca' is an adorable fluffy alpaca fakemon in the anahua region

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shrimpella21 · 4 months

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𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Maybe it's a bit silly, but hey, this is my retaliation to all the tiktok models floating around! Give me pretty men!! Of course there's absolutely NO pressure in delivering any of these men - I'm definitely not only accepting these boys lmao. But!! If you happen to use any of them..... I wouuuld be super happy :D

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Adrien Brody

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Aiden Gillen

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Antony Starr

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Brendan Fraser

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Charlie Cox

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Chris Hemsworth

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Chris Pine

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Christian Bale

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Cillian Murphy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Colin Farell

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Colin Firth

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Dacre Montgomery

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Daniel Craig

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Dave Franco

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Denis Leary

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Eddie Redmayne

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Henry Cavill

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Hugh Dancy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Hugh Grant

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Idris Elba

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jake Gyllenhaal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃James Caverly

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jason Isaacs

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jason Momoa

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joaquin Pheonix

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joe Alwyn

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joel Kinnaman

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jon Bernthal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jon Hamm

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Kit Harrington

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Liam Neeson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Mads Mikkelsen

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Mark Ruffalo

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Matthew Gubler

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Michael B. Jordan

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Micheal Fassbender

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Nathan Fillion

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Orlando Bloom

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Oscar Isaac

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Patrick Dempsey

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Pedro Pascal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Peter Scanavino

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Raul Esperaza

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Robert Downey Jr.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Robert Pattinson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Sam Claflin

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Thomas Gibson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Tom Hardy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Tony Leung

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The Man from Black Water, Chapter 1

A/N Thanks to everyone who voted in my unofficial straw poll. As you can see, I’ve decided to write the Outlander / Man from Snowy River crossover next, mostly because it requires the least amount of planning or research. You can thank 38cm of fresh snow and a busted knee for the fact I churned out this first chapter so quickly. Subsequent chapters should arrive at a rate of 2 or 3 per week.

For those not familiar with The Man from Snowy River, it was a movie released in 1982, set in frontier Australia. This might seem like the least likely contender for a crossover, and maybe it is, but Jim Craig, the protagonist of the film, and Jamie Fraser share a lot of similarities, as do Jessica Harrison and Claire. Plus, I just really love the film. It’s pure rom-com fluff with a side of horses and history - what’s not to love?

For those who do know the movie, I have essentially shifted it to 1880s Scotland and made the necessary adjustments, plus a few extra twists to keep things fresh. I will include a full character mapping in the notes on Ao3, if you’re interested.

Rocky clods of Scottish earth struck the pine coffin, their percussion muffled by a steady downpour and dark clouds that stole the daylight from the sky. Insensible to the punishing weather, Jamie Fraser knelt in the mud by his father’s grave, his lips moving in silent prayer. Rivulets of rain stained his auburn hair to mahogany, dripping from his forelock like tears.

Lallybroch’s thin soil had to be convinced to permit Brian Fraser’s burial, as though protesting his untimely death. A wooden headstone marked the callous details of the Highlander’s life in roughly carved letters:

Brian Robert David Fraser

Died of Accident – May 1885

Next to the freshly turned earth, another headstone was already grey and weathered to the point that it could barely be read:

Ellen Mackenzie Fraser

Gone Home to God – December 1882

At long last, Jamie rose to his full height and redonned his tweed bonnet. He trudged to where Murtagh awaited him in his ramshackle wagon, feeling far too broken for his nineteen years. Rollo, the family dog, followed faithfully behind him.

“United in death, the minister said,” he looked up at Murtagh who sat in his only Sunday suit, impervious to the rain.

“Superstitious rubbish,” Murtagh spat. “Fit fer widows an’ glaikit fools.”

“Tis’ a nice thought, Murtagh,” Jamie defended, tugging at his waistcoat with reddened hands.

“There’s more tae life than death, lad.”

Rollo’s ears pricked up, signaling danger with a low growl. Riding out of the clag were a half dozen men, their faces obscured by thick beards and low-brimmed caps.

“Wha’ do they want?” Jamie said, pulling his shoulders back to brandish the height and breadth he’d inherited from his father.

“Campbells, by the look o’ them. Best go ‘ave a listen tae wha’ they ‘ave tae say.”

By the tone of his voice, it was clear Murtagh knew what was coming, but Jamie did not. The Campbell ringleader, a man with a barrel chest and a thunderous voice, ordered Jamie from his land until he was man enough to farm it.

“Lallybroch is my place now,” his voice rose in defiance. “I own it!”

In the eyes of the law this statement was patently untrue, and Jamie knew it. Centuries of tradition saw Highland crofts passed from father to son, while the local laird technically owned the land and collected rents for farms that were considered next-to-useless. With the arrival of English land barons and the introduction of sheep farming, crofters were being pushed from their holdings, either by ever-increasing rents or through outright eviction. In Glenshee, Brian Fraser had been one of the last hereditary crofters, clinging to his birthright by sheer tenacity and hard graft. Now, Brian Fraser was dead.

“Look!” the Campbell henchman bellowed so loudly his horse jumped. “Ye’ll gang down tae the Lowlands, and earn the right tae live up here, jes as yer faither did.”

Without waiting for Jamie to acknowledge this ultimatum, the men wheeled their horses, galloping away until the mist enveloped them.

“I dinna ken what they’d have me do,” Jamie railed at Murtagh as he loaded his meagre belongings into his godfather’s wagon. “Da sold off the stock bit by bit tae pay their criminal rents. If I leave, wha’s tae stop the Duke from seizing the land outright?”

“Tis a hard country. Makes fer hard men,” Murtagh shared in his dour philosophical way, slapping his wooden prosthetic leg for emphasis.

Jamie slumped on the wagon’s bench, pulling an oilskin over his shoulders to escape the worst of the rain. With a flick of the reins, the old wagon bounced across the rocky ground, heading away from Lallybroch. From behind him, Rollo let out a plaintive whine. Jamie kept his eyes fixed forward, refusing to glance back in farewell.

***

Unlike Brian Fraser, Murtagh Fitzgibbons had no right to his home, customary or otherwise. He lived a bothy high in Glen Isla, so old it appeared to have sprouted directly from the stony earth. There, he scratched out a meagre living raising a small herd of scraggly sheep and reiving the occasional cow that strayed into the secluded glen.

For as long as Jamie could remember, Murtagh also distilled whisky, guarding the location of his still and the source of its water with religious fervour. Only Brian Fraser had known the secret and had taken it with him to his grave.

Entering the bothy with an awkward but surprisingly spry gait, Murtagh set about unsmooring the fire and grabbing an unlabeled bottle from the mantle. Jamie stood in the centre of the familiar room, feeling like he might cry.

“A toast,” Murtagh proposed as he filled two filmy glasses with a pale amber liquid. Lifting his glass to the heavens, he then intoned:

Here’s a bottle and an honest man – What would ye wish for mair, man. Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o’ care, man.

So catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man. Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man.

The poem was by Robert Burns, and one of Henry Fraser’s favourites. Jamie raised his own glass in reply and knocked back the entire dram. It burned his already tight throat and smoldered in his belly, making him forget the damp chill of the stone hut. Dashing away an errant tear, he filled both glasses again and gave his own short but heartfelt eulogy.

“Tae Brian Fraser, the best man I knew. May I do honour tae him as his son by keeping Lallybroch in Fraser hands.”

Two drams of whisky combined with the sorrows and indignities of the day, making Jamie’s temper burn hot. His adolescent ego licked its wounds, committed to revenge both sudden and complete. He would pour his heart and soul into making Lallybroch profitable once again, and once that was done, he would track down those Campbell henchmen and offer them the rough justice of his fists.

“Ye should concern yerself wi’ keepin’ yerself alive,” Murtagh injected his usual dose of cold reality. “If ye return tae Lallybroch now, the Campbells will shoot first an’ ask questions later.”

“They’d ha’ tae catch me first,” Jamie blustered.

“Shouldna be sae hard, considerin’ ye’d be on foot.”

Seeing the lad crumple at the renewed realization of his dire circumstances, Murtagh took pity on him and led him outside to where a small corral hid in the lee of a rock face. The old nag responsible for pulling Murtagh’s cart stood next to the feed trough, dwarfed by a dark bay gelding with inquisitive ears and a kind eye.

“I’ve no notion of his breeding,” Murtagh began, “but he’s a Highland horse, sure-footed as they come. He’s yours.”

“I canna pay ye fer him,” Jamie sputtered, shocked by his godfather’s generosity.

“He’s no’ fer sale,” the old man insisted gruffly. “A man wi’out a horse is like a man wi’out a leg.”

Brian Fraser would often say that his old friend was like a sea urchin: spiny on the outside but filled with tenderness. Never had this truth been more apparent.

Jamie climbed through the fence, extending a hand until the gelding nuzzled it warmly. Despite everything, he smiled, having always felt a bond with any animal.

“Thank ye, Murtagh. Truly,” he said with the utmost sincerity. “Does he have a name?”

Murtagh grunted in the negative.

“I shall call him Donas, then. A wee devil tae help me rain misery down on those scabby Campbell louts and win back Lallybroch.”

“Dinna throw effort after foolishness,” Murtagh admonished. “Ye’ve got a lot tae learn about bein’ a man, Jamie Fraser.”

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Delicate || Robert “Bob” Floyd/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (part 2)

Delicate (is it chill that you’re in my head?) Summary: It's a love story, but neither of them know it yet. Bradley has a few things on his mind. Bob is there for him. 2,563/3487 words. Part 2/4 Robert "Bob" Floyd/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (FloydShaw) Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI. Kissing, pining, oral sex, Bob has tattoos Notes: Hey @lorecraft this one's for you. Thank you so much to @imjess-themess for looking this over. Many many thanks to @therebeccaw for the header. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs feed the muses. Thank you so much for reading. It's so appreciated and means the most. ***Tag list is no more. Please follow and turn on notifications for @wbslibrary *** || Part One||

He wasn’t crushing. He wasn’t trying to find any reason, any at all to be near Bob. The lanky, quiet WSO had gotten under Bradley’s skin. It had been a dare, a dare in a child’s game. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill or thank Natasha. The kiss he had longed for taking place in front of everyone, or the fact that his lips still remembered the way Bob’s smile felt against them.

Bradley groaned, rubbing hard at his eyes. He could hear Jake chuckling as he texted someone, and even the faint tapping was getting on his nerves. He turned onto his side, pulling the blankets up to his chin, eyes closed, trying to think of anything—anything but Bob.

“You alright there, Bradshaw? Want me to go to the commons?”

“Shut up.” He snapped.

“Seriously, are you okay?” A pillow thumps into his back. Bradley tosses it back.

“Frustrated.” He admits. “Just trying to sleep it off.”

“I know a couple of ladies who would happily help you out.” Jake, for once in his life didn’t sound smug. “Get it out, then get back to the daily grind.”

“It’s not that.” Bradley muttered. It was but fuck all if he was going to admit that to Jake. And it was something that a couple of rolls in the sack wouldn’t erase.

“You gotta get a hold of yourself, man.” Jake clears his throat. “There’s no room for errors. We all know that. You can’t focus if you’re thinking about something else.”

He hated it when Seresin was right, and annoyingly it happened more often than it should. Kicking the blankets off, Bradley sat up, reaching for the shirt he left on the floor. “Text me their numbers.” He shoved his feet into his sneakers, rubbing the back of his neck until his phone lit up with a text message.

“Atta boy.” Jake said. “Just let them know you’re the idiot with a mustache that plays the piano. They’ll fall in line real quick when you let them know that.”

“You’re such a prick.” Bradley mutters, picking up his keys.

“I never claimed to be otherwise.” Jake calls back. “Make good choices, Bradshaw.”

The door closed on Jake’s final words, and Bradley shook his head. The hallway was abandoned, the fluorescent lights flickering. He wasn’t going to call one of the girls, blind hook-ups weren’t his style, and frankly if they just fall into bed with him so easily it didn’t interest him. With a heavy sigh, he rolls his shoulders.

“Shower it is.” He mutters to himself. He turns the corner, focused on his destination that he cursed when he collided with a solid body.

“Steady.”

There’s a hand on his elbow, holding Bradley upright. He flushes, recognizing the voice, the touch. Horrified, he realizes that he moaned out loud at the light touch to his arm. If Bob noticed the needy sound, there was no recognition on his face, only furrowed brows.

“You alright?”

“Shit, I’m sorry man.” Bradley extracts himself from the hold. Bob’s hoodie had a spreading wet mark, and an empty cup was on the floor. “I’ll get you another one.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Bob waves off the worry stooping to pick up the cup. “Just a coke. Shouldn’t be drinking it this late anyway, it’ll give me heartburn.” Bob’s gaze meets his, and Bradley is once again struck by how blue Bob’s eyes are. There’s also the unpleasant sensation of that gaze piercing through him, rather than just taking him in. “You okay?”

“No.” The answer surprises him, and he can’t take it back. It’s hanging there, a shimmering word in the space between them. Bob tilts his head, still studying his face.

“Come in.” His key is in his hand, and he’s headed back down the hall. “We can talk it out.”

Bradley blinks, following the other man. There’s a gentle confidence about Bob that he hadn’t noticed before, and a soothing effect. The rolling sensation in his stomach slowed, though more interesting feelings were creeping up and he desperately thought of anything, anything other than the way Bob’s voice sounded when it said his name.

The door closes behind him, the small room illuminated by a lamp on the bedside table. “I have a single. Apparently, my snoring is a medical exemption for roommates.”

“You don’t snore. I’ve bunked with you on the ship.” Bradley has heard Bob laugh before, but this chuckle was downright mischievous.

“I need quiet after most days. I can’t help it if some paperwork got misfiled.” He sheds the damp hoodie, along with a white t-shirt. Bradley stares, unable to look away at the long, lean line of the other man’s back, the sweats that rode low on his hips, and the fact that Bob had back dimples. “So, what’s going on?”

Bradley embarrasses himself for the second time that night, another soft sound of want escaping his mouth when Bob turns. Out of all of them, he hadn’t expected Bob to have a tattoo, let alone a traditional eagle emblazoned on his chest, claws outstretched beak open in a scream of authority. There’s a flash of light when Bob’s chest flexes, the tattoo disappearing under a clean shirt. “Are your nipples pierced?”

“Yours aren’t?” Bob says easily, the slight flush on his face blooming before he looks away.

“No, my nipples aren’t pierced.” Bradley chuckles—and he can’t stop. The matter-of-fact way Bob asked him triggered something buried inside him. He’s doubled over laughing, some of the stress melting away. He straightens, wiping his eyes. “That was unexpected.”

Bob shrugs, “It’s more fun to surprise people. I did it after my first deployment. My cousin got his first tattoo at the same time. For a bull rider, he sure did throw a fit when he got inked.”

“Can I touch them?”

Bob fixes him with another look, and Bradley squirms. “Maybe.” He drops himself into an armchair, gesturing for Bradley to sit. “What’s going on?”

“You.” Again, he’s not sure why but the honesty is just simply pulled from him, being in Bob’s space. He sits on the edge of the bed. “Why did you kiss me like that?”

“I wanted to.” Bob says. “If I didn’t want to, I would have just given you a peck on the cheek.”

“You wanted to?”

“I’m not in the habit of lying.” Bob fiddles with a pen. “Do you want me to do it again?” Bradley nods. “Say it out loud for me.”

“Kiss me. Please?”

He's rewarded by the slightest grin as Bob gets up from the chair. Something shifts in his chest when Bob’s standing before him, both of those large hands framing his face, tipping his head up just enough, closing the distance. Bradley hums against the kiss, hands gripping the hem of Bob’s shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss is all consuming, sparks curling through his body, heart racing entirely too fast, needing, wanting more of the man who’s slowly claiming his mouth.

Bradley pulls away slightly, panting against Bob’s mouth. He’s dizzied, eyes unfocused, and so hard he aches all over. “Fuck,” he whispers, breathing Bob in, their foreheads touching. He fumbles with his hands in a vain attempt to cover the growing bulge in his shorts, flushed with the realization that just a single kiss has him ready to burst seams.

“Not tonight.” Bob’s thumb smooths over his jaw, tongue slowly dragging over the old scars on Bradley’s cheek, neck. Fingers move the collar of his shirt, Bob’s mouth easing over the one on his collar bone, sucking softly. Goosebumps raise on his arms, Bradley giving up his efforts at hiding his erection, rather gripping the sheets tightly. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

Bradley swears he can hear his brain snap. “What?” It’s almost comical how Bob’s eyes drop between them, then back to Bradley’s face.

“You’re hard. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. I’m not going to suggest that I do something. I’m more than happy to drop to my knees, if you want me to blow you.”

“Please.” He’s certain his heart is going to beat out of his chest with that single word.

“Breathe, Bradley. I’m going to take good care of you.” Bob murmurs. His mouth eases over Bradley’s again, so soft and sweet that it makes his heart twist in his chest. “Take your shirt off.”

Bradley’s hands shake as he twists out of the shirt, dropping it on the bed next to him. He’s been here before, he knows how this works, but the butterflies in his stomach won’t settle, exploding in him when Bob’s mouth lands on his skin. Trailing kisses along his neck, teeth pinching at the pulse point at his throat, tongue soothing the pinch moments later. Blunt nails scrape down his chest, Bradley arching up, wanting more, Bob’s soft sound of approval going through him. Somehow the other man manages to avoid Bradley’s hands.

“Don’t worry about me darlin’.” Bob’s voice is lower than expected tongue laving over Bradley’s nipples. “Let me take care of you.” His weight shifts, and Bradley finds himself laying back on the bed, Bob braced over him. “Fuck, you look good under me.” The trail of kisses continued, every inch of Bradley’s chest and torso kiss, licked, touched. He whines—whines under the attention that Bob’s giving him.

Bradley’s panting, ragged, unable to gather a full breath by the time those teasing kisses stop at the waistband of his shorts. One of Bob’s hands slid up his thighs, palming him through the fabric. “Bobby, please.” He feels Bob’s smile against his stomach, fingertips hooking in the waistband of the shorts, tugging them down his body.

“There you are darlin’.” Bob murmurs, nuzzling Bradley’s thigh. “You’ve got a pretty cock.”

He mourns the loss off Bob’s weight on top of him when the other man lifts himself off, Bradley’s shorts joining his shirt on the bed. Bradley props himself up on his elbows, looking down his body, biting back a groan when Bob drops to his knees at the foot of the bed. He’s trembling at that slow brush of fingers, the solid warmth of Bob’s palms running up his legs, urging his knees further apart.

“I’ve pictured this so many times, but seeing it for real?” Bob’s voice is so soft, each word punctuated by a kiss to the inside of Bradley’s thigh. “Knowing that I’ve got you like this?” The barest touch of fingertips to Bradley’s cock has him lifting his hips off the mattress. “Doesn’t even begin to touch my fantasies.”

It's hot, too hot, Bradley feels too big for his skin, every inch of his being hyper aware of Bob. The slide of fingers, the brush of Bob’s hair soft and messy brushing his thigh, the warmth of the other man’s breath on his skin sending shivers down his spine.

“I’ve got you.”

Those words, those three words muttered against his hip. They crash against his ears, embedding themselves in Bradley’s mind. He knows, he knows Bob has him, and at this point there’s nothing more in the world that he wants than this. Bradley moans, head tipping back when Bob licks a broad stroke over the head of his cock. Wet, hot encompasses his dick, and he’s watching each inch of his cock disappear into Bob’s mouth.

Bob’s eyes are closed, long lashes casting shadows on sharp cheekbones. His mouth stretched tight around Bradley, humming as he bobs his head, the slow slide of heated skin into a tight warmth is almost too much. Hesitantly, Bradley brushes hair from the other man’s forehead, a breathy laugh escaping when Bob takes him further down his throat.

“Feels good.” Bradley manages to get out. “You feel so good, Bobby.” His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, words slurring together, another low sound spilling past his lips. Bob takes him further down his throat, eyes opening, looking up at Bradley.

“Shit,” he mutters, fingers brushing the smooth column of Bob’s throat. “I’m all the way back there.” He can’t look away from the man between his legs. Bob takes his time, deliberately, driving Bradley higher with each swirl of his tongue. Both of his hands find their way to Bob’s hair, tangling in the soft strands, still damp from a shower. His hips rock slightly, pressing into Bob’s mouth, who only relaxes his jaw, taking him further. Blunt nails dig into Bradley’s thighs, giving him the go-ahead. Slowly he thrusts into Bob’s mouth who only moans around him, sending vibrations straight up Bradley’s spine.

“Bobby, Bobby…” The only thing that is on his mind is the man swallowing him down, the spiral of need in his belly. Bradley tries, he really tries to say something other than Bob’s name as he fucks into the man’s mouth, but everything goes blissfully blank in a burst of white. It’s over entirely too quickly for Bradley’s liking, body arching in on himself, coming down Bob’s throat with a low moan. He stills, panting harshly, transfixed as Bob swallows every drop of his release.

“Good boy.” Bob sits back on his heels, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “You did so well for me.”

Bradley flushes feeling a new wave of arousal wash over him. “What, what about you?”

Bob shakes his head, getting to his feet. “I’m alright, sweetheart.” Bradley finds himself leaning into the slide of Bob’s palm against his cheek.

He's reaching, Bob allows Bradley to tug him down, mouth slotting against his. Bradley doesn’t care that he can taste himself, tongue sliding past parted lips, hands sliding into Bob’s hair as they kiss. He’s pleased at the flush to Bob’s cheeks, the stain of red that disappears under the collar of his t-shirt, the damp patch on Bob’s sweats. His eyes flicker down to it, then back up Bob who shrugs.

“Your fault that I had to change my shirt, I guess it’s fine that you made it so I have to change my sweats.” There’s no venom to the words, and Bradley could survive on that playful teasing alone. “I’m going to get cleaned up.” He leans in, kissing Bradley’s forehead. “You can leave if you want or stay. No pressure.”

Bradley watches as he disappears into the small half bath that the rooms came with. He hears the sink, and Bob humming to himself. He pulls his shorts on, getting to his feet, shirt in hand, and hesitates, faced with the two options before him. He could go back to his own room and deal with Seresin’s smug gloating, or he could stay here with the quiet warmth that is Bob. He’s still standing there when Bob comes out of the bathroom, clean sweats and freshly scrubbed. The television clicks on, the bed groaning slightly when Bob flops onto it, pulling the covers over himself.

“Well?” He asks, lifting the edge of the blanket. “Come on. Turn the light off though for me, won’t you?”

Bradley feels like he’s moving through a dream when he turns the lamp off, shuffling over to the edge of the bed. The blankets are heavy and safe, a soft sigh escaping him when Bob pulls him closer, letting Bradley rest his head on his chest.

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