#sarah and rob

[handsinmotion]

If you thought it was over.....

Run (part two) Chapter Thirteen

Coming to Ao3 soon..

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Rob stops to check his phone, reading the list of ingredients that Sarah gave him as he walks the supermarket aisle, a metal basket in his other hand.

She has a day off work tomorrow before returning to nights and she wants to cook, so he's made the foray into the world alone, for her.

The music they're playing is fucking awful, and so is the sound system they're using, it's grating on his nerves and making him even more tense in this place than usual, coupled with the sounds of children whining and the constant movement of people it's starting to feel like too much.

Despite the AC his t-shirt is beginning to stick to his back, but he's determined to do this, for Sarah.

He pictures her light hazel eyes smiling at him over the rim of her coffee cup that morning as she asked him, and something inside him softens a little. It's been a month and a half since he was assaulted, and he's aware that she's gently and lovingly pushing him back into normal life.

That's if it can ever really be normal, when people still approach him to say hi and ask for a photo, although they're generally pleasant and well intentioned. He doesn't mind that, it's a reminder that the majority of people are still harmless.

If he's alone as he is now, he's normally constantly aware of where other people are and how they're moving in the space around him, but right now for a few seconds his focus is distracted, reading labels.

When a large figure moves past so closely that they almost brush against him, his body is more aware of it than he allows himself to be consciously, becoming still and tense as the hairs on his neck stand on end and his heart beats out the time until they move away. He breathes out steadily to keep himself calm until they do.

Moving his gaze along the shelves in front of him he deliberately holds his nerve and makes his selection before placing the item from the list into the basket.

It's then that he sees the note.

It's lying on top of the shopping, a scruffy piece of A5 ripped from a spiral bound pad, folded in half.

After a swift glance around him and along the now almost empty aisle in either direction he takes it from the basket and gingerly opens it out.

The writing inside is an untidy scrawl, written in biro, the words like spider legs across the paper, and as he reads them the world folds in around him.

You were too easy.

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[pfffsfic]

robsicle friendship(?) doodles!

[patchworkplant]

fanart for THE @pfffsfic 🙏🙏🫂🫂💕💕 I've not done a canon form Rob in a hot minute but if yall havent checked this fic out I swear it's SO GOOD 😞

HOPE U LIKE IT :)))

[z-bot]

I deeply appreciate Ryan and Shane being such Wife Guys™ that they can't conceive of, like, even putting out a craigslist ad without their S.O. knowing about it (and subsequently getting in on the heist).

[handsinmotion]

��You know… if he's trying to tell you what he needs, then that means he needs you.”

Writers, reblog this with the last sentence you wrote from your WIP

[snowfallnight]

Have we done this one yet?

[lobotheduck]

"EXISTING IS NOT A CRIME!"

[springtkh]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO EVERYONE!!!

[panelshowsource]

I'm so sick of trying to make you happy!

[queenmelancholy]

This is when I know I’ll be teaming up with Thomas and O’Brien.

Downton Abbey, S1E2

[handsinmotion]

[carpor-a-nocte]

Rob Fowler & Kristin Backes

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[cooolmonsterfighter]

"A Watcher's Counsel" interview with Anthony Stewart Head by Rod Edgar

From the Official Buffy the Vampire Slayer magazine issue #5, December 2002

[pfffsfic]

maybe it doesn't fit 100% but I had the idea and drew it. enjoy.

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Ah my beloved oneshot, I love you

[sowhatsthesituation]

My Taskmaster Pinterest board is a chaotic mess, so here are some highlights of the notes I leave on the pins (which are at least a year or two old)