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the river
TURN!Robert Townsend x reader
[a/n: this can be a continuation of ‘all through the night’, but could also be read as a stand-alone fic! for full effect, i listened to ‘The River’ by Daisy Jones & The Six while writing this!]
When you turn the corner, expecting nothing more to continue straight on your path, a scream tries to rip through your throat as a hand clamps over your mouth, a arm pulling your waist taught against someone’s front. Squirming, you try to break free, but the assailant merely keeps you hushed as a trio of redcoats brush by your hiding spot.
Stumbling drunk, the three men take post down at the next block, eventually a good distance away, and your heart sinks at the sight.
“It is me, y/n.”
A heavy voice whispers in your ear, finally relenting in the pressure to silence your pleas.
“Robert—?”
You turn, shoving him off of you, hand coming to your beating heart to attempt to quell its rampant rage.
“What is that for?”
You huff as Robert feigns innocence.
“Why did you just do that?”
“I thought it best to speak to you where others wouldn’t be watching,”
Robert suddenly appears apprehensive of his actions, fiddling with his thumbs as his brown eyes gaze tiredly down at you.
“How far deep are you into this?”
Your hands come to his arms, pleading silently that his actions would cease, and you could once more go normally into the town without Robert shying away from your presence.
“They cannot know, and I won’t allow them to.”
He says sternly, as if your question was outlandish and hasty.
“My father—“
Robert watches something flash in your eyes, and he withholds the burden from your shoulders, shelving it for another time.
“Never mind that. I…I wanted to see you, and this was the best way I could think of, without meeting in the cellar,”
He almost seems timid, and for a moment you wish to tease him for it, but you can tell this spying game is sincerely starting to get to him. The way his eyes flit past you at every shadow that dances along the brick walls, the dark rings that have gathered under his eyes.
This wasn’t what you wanted.
But it never was about you, at least not this time.
“I’ve missed you,”
You say, hand coming to cradle his cheek, exhaling softly as one of his hands finds your unoccupied one.
“Oh, my y/n, I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”
His forehead finds yours, and for once in a long while, you feel complete. For all the hours Robert has managed to dodge your attention, you could wait them if just to hold him now.
“I’m set to meet Culper Senior in a few hours. Think we can make it back to your house in secret?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
You laugh quietly as he nudges you forward, signaling he would follow you close behind.
“Go ‘round the back, please.”
You whisper, finally releasing from his grasp, the warmness of his touch escaping you immediately.
“I’d sooner climb through the window.”
His sarcasm returns, and it’s enough to crack a smile across your worried features.
“See you soon,”
Robert watches you off into the night, the street lanterns chasing your shadow as your feet shuffle along the dirt roads.
Just when he thought he could survive this war without you, just thinking about you every moment nonstop, he realized he needed you.
Just this once, he will neglect Culper’s advice.
Then, he’d leave you be, until he’d manage to pull far enough away from the ring.
“I can do this.”
He mumbles, shoving his hands into his coat pockets, tailing you with just enough distance to not seem suspicious.
“Don’t know how, but I can.”
I’m an echo, in your shadow
And your shadows, they run so deep
In the river, your reflection
Is a promise you couldn’t keep
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Reblog and put in the tags if you know how to cook or not (at least basic foods), and if cooking was an encouraged skill or not where you grew up.
#yes#it was encouraged as a kid#but i didnt get into it much until it became a coping mechanism in my early 20s
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- There, there
Urgent mental support
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I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it
On one hand…Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Loki’s original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Loki’s ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful
On the other hand…Loki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things
Best and worst ending of all time f u Eric Martin
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REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!
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Psst hey!! Over here!
Fic writers and original story writers are the same!
Writing fanfics doesn't make you any less of a writer!
Yall are just gatekeepers. Stop being assholes. There's room for everyone!
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#dad was in the same military school as my uncle#mum went to visit her brother and dad was at their house
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Reblog and put in the tags your favourite Coldplay song(s). Or album if you want.
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