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No matter where they were, or how far apart they might be, Bill would always be hyper aware of Tom. The room was full of people as it often was, each discussing their own topics in smaller groups with drinks in hand. Laughter and music surrounded them, yet all the writer could feel was the discomfort pouring off of his husband. Even if they weren't next to each other, he would have felt the shift in the taller man's mood without even needing to look at him.
While Tom was normally the more naturally inclined to large crowds between the two of them, the author had noticed that more often than not when they went out to these things, his husband was not nearly as engaged lately.
Bill would just have to change that.
Seeing the light return to soft brown made his own grin appear, drink abandoned on a nearby table as fingers laced with his lover's.
"They won't even miss us," he assured, pulling Tom from the crowd, out towards a secluded garden gazebo that Bill had spotted while he had been grabbing them drinks earlier in the evening.
"I felt like I couldn't breathe in there..."
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@mrflayed gets werewolf robin
Robin hadn't told Heather about being a wolf. But, somehow the wolf side of her had made her way to Heather's house during a full moon and butted her way into the house. She had headed straight for the kitchen and sat at the fridge. The speckles on her muzzle were like freckles, and her eyes the same blue as Robin's as she lifted her head back and howled.
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@mrflayed sent:
Tom made his one phone call to get out of jail. And he used it to call April.
"April, it's you're boss, Tom Holloway...Hey..I need a big favor...It involves you getting some money from my office floorboards and um...Bailing me out of jail..."
It was late, almost midnight, and April had already fallen asleep when the phone rung. Reaching for the telephone in the darkness, she picked it up, still half asleep. “Yes, hello?”
“What?” Blinking in her bed, Tom Holloway’s words seemed to wake her up abruptly. “What do you mean, JAIL?” Her voice had gotten quite high pitched, and she had to lower it instantly, so to not awaken her step-mom. “How did you even end up in jail???” she whispered.
A sigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll get dressed and go to the office. The floorboards where? Under the desk? It’s a big office, Mr. Holloway.”
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@mrflayed asked: ❛ so i told her i loved her, and she told me she loved me. and i mostly believed her and she mostly believed me. ❜
She was a little uneasy, but that didn't mean she couldn't offer a listening ear. "Right," she said, clutching her tea and trying to find the right words to say. It sounded promising, although she wasn't entirely sure what to make of the 'mostly's'. "Okay. So - is that a good thing, then? It sounds.. Like a good start. No?"
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“Happy birthday my love.” Tom places breakfast on a tray in bed for her. “ I made you heart waffles and bacon. And coffee just as you like it.”
beverly is touched really and it shows on her face giving him a smile and looking down at the delicious food he prepared and she takes a sip of coffee setting it down and sliding her body closer to him. her lips finding his cheek and then temple smiling into his skin. " thank you, it looks so good.. i love you. " she hums and pulls away to begin eating knowing the spoiling was not going to be stopping here and for once she is okay with that.
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Hi! 9 and 35 for the Snape asks (snAsks?)
Thanks for the ask @mrflay!
NIne: What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?
I think he didn't eat enough while he was a teacher, preferring to live off coffee, cigarettes, and spite. However, he got a little podge from making up for lost time after the war. His favorite food was fish from the local chippy in Cokeworth. His da took him there for his seventh birthday, as told and shown in the story Happy Birthday by Groooot and MyWitch.
thirty-five: Snapey BROTPs?
Snape & Lucius: His first BrOTP. Lucius' father Abraxus had told him to watch out for Severus, because the elder Malfoy had been in love with Eileen before she ran off with that Muggle. As close as they were, Luscious got Snape in all kinds of trouble by mentoring him right into the Death Eaters. However, they stayed close, even after Lucius' fal from "grace", and the fact that Severus was really working for the other side.
Snape & Minerva: They developed a friendly rivalry over the years, which developed into a close friendship. You know that they were totally making jokes at everybody's expense. After the war, they were able to repair their friendship a little, but that was a rough year at Hogwarts for both of them, and things were never the same. :(
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shuffle your on repeat playlist and share the first 10 tracks / tagged by @lre333
Tagging @shanisims @digital-deluxe @rebouks @mrflayed @ladytee918 and you!!
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// I still think about this one thread with @mrflayed where Peter gives a not so very small hint that he’s attracted to men and Brenner internally goes ‘haha I won the bet. someone owes me money now :) ‘
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👌 👌 👌 any timeline any universe Tom will always want his Bill
@mrflayed || meme send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine
"And I'll always want you."
"Forever."
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"I'm too young to die! And too old to eat off the kids menu! What a stupid age I am!" - Heather running away from soemthing scary
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"Heather!" Robin called and ran after her. She wasn't going to let anything happen to her girl if she could help it. "Heather! Wait up." She ran as fast as she could. Which wasn't very fast, considering she had terrible coordination.
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@mrflayed sent: 🌺 - Heather tucking flower behind Aprils ear from: send🌺for sender’s muse to tuck a flower behind reciever’s muse’s ear.
April hadn’t expected Heather to do something quite so... romantic? The gesture seemed to shut her up instantly, quite the rare feat with her.
As Heather approached softly, tucking the wild flower behind her ear, April felt her cheeks flush, her heart beat faster in her chest. From so close, she could smell Heather’s perfume (something very girly and sugary), she could see the little smudge of eyeliner on her cheek, the details on the barrette she had stuck in her hair.
“Well, erhm, thanks,�� she stuttered.
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@mrflayed asked: “Bev!? Where are you??”
the sound of his deep booming voice could be heard in the small room where she was in her office sewing on some sequins carefully to a dress, her concentration not broken as her husband runs up the stairs and she takes off her glasses leaning in to get a better angle on the fabric. the dress had to be perfect, new york fashion week was vastly approaching. when the door opens her head tilts to look up at tom leaning on the doorframe and her green eyes slightly narrow at the obnoxious instance of him BARRELING into their home but then they soften. " what is it, baby? "
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continued from here - @mrflayed
Seldom did Lara pay the security of her home much mind. She had long adapted to living mostly alone and, if she locked the door when she left in the morning, why would she bother concerning herself?
Regardless, she felt an unfamiliar anxious tug as she ventured to unlock the front door and the sensation was strong enough to give her pause. Something just didn't feel right.
Determined to maintain her façade of badass independence, she turned the key and pushed the door open in one fluid movement, crossing the threshold with a tentative step.
And there he was...
The keys slipped from her hand in shock as she gazed at the too familiar face, numbly nodding and, after a pause to consider his request - order? - she entered and closed the door behind her, never taking her dark eyes off Brenner. She had lost count of the number of dreams that she had endured since learning of the man's death and many had begun in a similar fashion, with him appearing in her house or on her doorstep. She would be left to wake up, feeling empty and with a dull throb in her chest.
Dumping her bag, Lara closed the gap between them and won the battle against her urge to reach out and touch him.
"I know you aren't actually here." She studied his features, barely older and marred with a scar, and that ache was already beginning to form. "You can't be."
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The benefit to the lab being as closed off as it is, is that it makes it that bit more difficult for outside illnesses to get in. That being said, when they do, it's not uncommon for the children to be hit the worst, their immune systems unaccustomed with dealing with the viruses. And 010 has always been that little bit more susceptible, ever since he'd been a premature baby. If there was some sort of bug going around, 010 was likely to catch it.
He's pale this morning, or paler than usual, forehead clammy to the touch, with dark circles under his eyes, and there's a faint hint of a wheeze to his breath. He presses into the touch a little, seeking the coolness.
"My...my chest, Papa...and my head..."
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just two friends being friends at hawkins' community pool
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