Manicpixiedreamjop
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“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off, no I’m not.”
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loaded beef nachos (hold the sour cream) by manicpixiedreamjop
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
23 Sep 2024
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Sol can’t help himself when he approaches the table. They’ve been in three times this week already, always around three in the morning, and they both keep staring at him. He’s fascinated.
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The problem is, now that he knows what Thomas looks like at the height of pleasure, now that he knows the sounds he makes, it’s all that’s occupying his thoughts. He’s never felt much of a need to try to put a label to the way he feels attraction, but he’s more than willing to bet it’s not how most people experience it. But then Thomas had kissed him, and it was as if a switch had flipped.
They shouldn’t do it again. Edward knows this.
He wants to anyway.
The night before you leave on your band’s first headlining tour across Europe isn’t, generally speaking, considered the best of nights to impulsively hook up with your best friend for the first time. Sometimes, it happens anyway.
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Edward likes Van Diemen’s Land — likes the weather and the wildlife and the break from the society of London. He likes the Franklins as well, even if they can be a bit overbearing, and Lady Jane can treat him a bit more like a child than the man of one and thirty years that he is.
He would have found a way to be happy here, he thinks, were it not for the arrival of the Ross expedition.
It is not the expedition specifically, he supposes. He misses the Navy, though he’s still not entirely sure whether it’s the Navy itself he misses or the structure and camaraderie that came with it, but this new yearning he feels has nothing to do with the Navy and everything to do with Captain Crozier’s steward, a young, dark haired man with the most enchanting pale eyes Edward has ever seen.
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“You have to promise not to vanish on me this time, alright?” Solomon said, pulling John’s legs across his lap.
John stared at him blankly.
“I’m—” he said, wondering if his brain was still catching up from the absolutely mind scrambling kiss. “What?”
“Ah c’mon, we can talk about it now, can’t we?” asked Solomon. “It’s okay, y’know. I mean yeah, I was pissed about it for a while, but we all did shitty things when we were nineteen and closeted, didn’t we?”
“Solomon,” John said. “What are you talking about?”
Series
- Part 2 of i don’t care if monday’s blue