When do you think Abe realized he was into Townsend? Do you think he was immediately attracted to him or do you think it took him a little time to realize? And same question for Townsend. When do you think he came around on Abe?
Ooo thanks for the ask! I feel like for Abe, I have to just say “yes” to both of those like… there was probably some level of attraction from the start, but I imagine it took him a while to realize it. If you want a headcanon for a specific point in the show, I think Abe had to at least be subconsciously attracted to him leading up to and during the draughts scene, and at the end of that interaction when he ends up outside the boarding house just standing there for a minute, he looked kind of awkward and shit so maybe that was when he had the realization that he was attracted to this man? ;D
As for Townsend himself? I feel like it took Robert even longer to come around to the idea— even if the period typical (internalized) homophobia wasn’t a factor, I think he’d just be in denial about the fact that he was experiencing emotions other than anger towards Abe Woodhull LMAO.
He probably didn’t come around to Abe until almost the very end (don’t get me started on the finale episode, or try to tell me that that best out of three scene wasn’t romantic as fuck lol), even if the sexual tension in question had probably been there the whole time. 👀
Sorry if my answers are kind of boring but I really appreciated the ask! <33
You had no idea how long you were sat in the tub, long enough that your legs had started to succumb to a chill from the lukewarm water, head tilted back along the white tile as the ceiling seemed more interesting than anything else.
It was a distraction that worked for a minuscule amount of time.
However, the sound of the front door opening, the soft clunking of the keys hitting the counter, and finally, the way he calls your name softly, melts away your sad thoughts for just a passing moment. You then hear him approach your shared room, and you know that you left the initial door ajar. The creak signifies that he’s pushing it open, and crossing the room to reach the on suite bathroom.
"y/n?"
He knows you’re in there, the door closed and the light flooding out the bottom. George knocks twice and says your name again.
“Hello, y/n,”
“Hi.”
You answer back. Mustering up the willpower to speak without your voice cracking under the onslaught of tears, you manage to push the syllable out without your own voice betraying you.
“How long have you been in there?”
The door muffles it, but it's clear as day, regardless.
“What time is it?”
There it is, the buildup that eventually overflows as you basically snitch on yourself.
“Sounds like it’s time to get out, just a suggestion.”
He sounds so worried, so engaged in what you were doing, and why you were doing it-that in any attempt to make him fret less, you slowly stand from the tub and grab a towel. Then, you hear Washington move from the bathroom to the bedroom. He’s sliding drawers open, and then he’s back at the bathroom door.
“I’m coming in, alright?”
Still in his button up and slacks from work, he stands in the doorway with an expression on his face you haven’t seen before. It’s something mixed with disquiet, the way his brow furrows and his hands grip the small pile of clothes in his hands.
“You could have called.”
Whispered, arm now outstretched to offer up the change of clothes. You nod in agreement though you hesitate to answer, he then turns around and leaves the bathroom, heading for his dresser. So you change, smiling at the thoughtfulness behind his unspoken action. He knew which clothes you practically lived in, and pulled them strategically as if it could help you feel better.
It did.
“Rough day?”
"Mhm? I just like baths."
When you emerge from the bathroom, hands hidden by long sleeves as you sheepishly walk over to the man, his arms lifting into a motion that needs no explanation.
“You and I both know that you only take them when you need a distraction,"
You harumph, mildly annoyed that he saw through your facade so easily, though if he hadn’t, you would have spilled your sorrows just following the truth.
“Sorry I didn’t call. Or answer you when you called.”
Mumbling into his chest, your cheek smushes and your arms wind a bit tighter around his waist.
“I wasn’t looking for any apologies,”
He replies, voice just above a whisper as a hand comes to run along the length of your spine. It’s completely comforting, rooting you to your very spot on the ground.
“I know you weren’t. But I still think you deserve one.”
“If you insist.”
The last thing that Washington wanted to do was pester you further, so if it meant to end the current conversation there, at least for a moment, so be it.
"Is there something you wish to do-?"
"I got another rejection letter."
It drops from you lips full of tiredness and disappointment, and while maybe one or two or three would still have your spirits high, the fifth, sixth, the seventh-they were really starting to crush your enthusiuam.
"Another?"
He asks, clear confusion in his voice. You pale, realizing you hadn't quite caught the man up in just how many you've received.
"I didn't want to share, you seemed so tired lately."
"My ability to keep my eyes open when they should be closed is rather impressive, y/n. There's no need to be quiet when you want to talk about something."
George pauses, his hand halting just at the small of your back.
"Especially if it's causing you to be unwell."
"Not...unwell. Just confused. I needed a distraction."
Your shoulders scrunch in his hold, as if you were admitting something absolutely criminal. Something akin to a breath of relief releases from above you, but as hard as he may try to mask that tone of amusement, it bleeds through steadily.
"Alright, alright. You were right,"
Pulling away, you cross the room to your desk, yanking the drawer open to reveal a heavy stack of white envelopes, all sickeningly sweet, yet full of rejection.
Easily, he joins you once more, scooping the letters in one hand and tossing them into the bin beside the furniture, a gasp falling from you lips at the abrupt action.
"What was that for?"
"There's no need to keep them. They hold no significant value to you."
Though true, it doesn't make it any easier. That nagging feeling returns, and you're only free of it when a large hand runs gently through your hair.
"All you can do is keep trying, and I know you can do it. You can't become discouraged, the world hasn't ended because of those letters."
You hum, watching them carefully reside in the waste paper basket.
"It'll all come in good time, y/n."
He watches you carefully, attempting to catch your gaze, but it sits unmoving, analyzing your options as if there were many.
"Thanks."
The consistent dismissals, though discouraging, were just a singular line. That line ended, so you needed to start a new one.
"Think you'll be alright?"
You release a breathe you didn't know you were holding, and hastily tear your eyes away from the bin, meeting his own grey-blue eyes excitedly.
an ask about townhull, since u posted about it :)))
we know how abe feels about bill skarsgård - how does rob feel about being compared with him? (more pov for the weed brownies fic.... iykyk....)
what's your cutest, most tooth rotting hc about them? and what's the angstiest?
ly bedtie <33
AKDNFKWOABSJKDNDBS I love you bedtie and thanks for indulging me teehee 💚
1. Genuinely almost choked on air because YES we have to bring Bill Skarsgård into this BAHAHAHAHSJSH. I imagine that Robert is a little offended at first, since to be fair, lots of people only know Bill for his role as Pennywise which doesn’t exactly scream sexy or hot (at least for me personally) 😭
But I think if Abe showed him some better roles he’s been in, times he actually looked attractive, Rob would probably take is as a compliment, especially knowing they DO occasionally look alike, so it just reaffirms how very much Abe’s type he is. 😂 Anyways one day I definitely will write the weed brownies and celebrity crush AU and best believe even if Rob can respect Abe’s crush on his celebrity lookalike, he’s still gonna wanna prove himself as the better option teehee (don’t worry about what this means to those of y’all who don’t know what this AU is 😍)
2. Ooh this is hard to answer… to start with the angstiest headcanon, I think I’d have to cite my AU of season four, when Abe is off in Arnold’s regiment, and Robert isn’t sure whether he’s going to live or die or not— headcanon is that the whole uncertainty would be making Robert flash back to conversations he had with Samuel about his (presumably dead) mother, and about how love comes with loss, and yet Robert still can’t cool down or go about his daily life like normal because damnit, he’s not ready to lose Abraham yet. It would be angst with a happy ending though because of course Abe DOES survive :’) But for a minute there… the crushing uncertainty would be legitimately awful to live with for poor Townsend. Also brings me to my (very unoriginal) headcanon about him having anxiety disorder as well, and as an anxiety haver myself I can imagine how awful that uncertainness would be. 🥲
Anyways ONTO TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF HEADCANON <33 I’ve probably said this one before, but headcanon that once they get together, Rob actually is very physically affectionate with Abe— as Abraham is pleasantly surprised to learn— because sometimes, expressing affection in words is awkward and doesn’t do such a profound feeling justice, so instead, as long as they’re in private, bring on the gratuitous cuddling and constant physical affection. 🥲 Abe is a little spoon btw. Even though I think that goes without saying somehow like it’s just a known fact about Abe LOL.
This got super long and out of control but thanks for letting me yap about my boys! Miss em X’D
[a/n: hello all!!! a PSA: please drop ideas/requests in my inbox! I wanna write but have 0 inspiration. Should I reblog a prompt list? Ahhhh writers block strikes again! well—Enjoy, I’m off to work! ❤️]
• sweet. boy.
• would hold your hand for the rest of your life if he could.
• he also enjoys hugs and soft kisses.
• honest and very loyal.
• but also very insecure (a whole mood). He always asks if something is okay and makes sure that you aren’t lying.
•Literally it can be about the movie y’all are watching or where you wanna grab lunch from.
• loves loves loves sharing his clothes. He is a tall boy ™️ and his sweatshirts are the best things in the WORLD.
• pda is alright with him, but in smaller ways. Hand holding, arm around your shoulders, hand around your waist, etc.
• a whole sweetheart. If you aren’t having a good day he won’t leave until you are smiling.
• and vice versa, when he’s having a bad day, you’ll know because he is a sad puppy. Usually a good hug and a talk about his day puts him in a better mood immediately.
• 1 billion percent buys you a promise ring. Or you buy him one.
•But y’all are forever bc the most he can stay mad at you is for like 20 minutes and then he wants to talk it out.
• so freaking pure. Has a Spotify playlist that he made and he plays it in his car and says all the songs remind him of you.
• if you get sick/an injury, good luck hiding it from him. He knows. He always knows.
• “(y/n), I—“
• you look up from the stove where you’re making pancakes and don’t give any indication that you are in pain in any way.
• “Yeah, what’s up?”
• “oh my god you broke your toe how the heck did you do that—“
• he has a large first aid kit and he runs and gets it and just drags you to sit and don’t try and resist he will hold you down.
• just a good man. Love him a whole lot.
• likes dancing with you and loves humming as y’all drift off to sleep.
• we👏need👏a👏Ensign👏Baker👏show👏
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• Ben is a sweetheart he’d do anything to get you to smile again.
• he’d also be the first one to notice your demeanor change. If it’s been a lot of things bumming you out he’d notice by Tuesday morning.
• he’s not the best with approaching you though. He wants you to be happy but he also doesn’t want to intrude on your space.
• “(y/n), you okay? I’ve noticed you haven’t been yourself and I just wanted to ask you.”
• your nose wrinkles and you debate telling Ben. He’s been worried about so much and you’d hate to burden him.
• “your hesitance only makes me believe even more that something’s upsetting you.”
• your mouth opens to mumble out an “I’m fine” when a pair of arms entrap you and just kinda hold you as tight as they possibly can.
• he rocks you back and forth slowly and gently kisses your temple over and over again. He’s a sweetie pie. He wants you to be okay.
• and yeah, it’s gonna take time, but he’d like to help in any way he can. Even if you’re not one for physical affection, a hug, long or short, is something anyone could use after a long week/day.
• he wants you to talk about it. He’s no therapist but if it’s been a build-up of things, he says “you gotta talk to me” he wants you to get better, he really does.
• you tell him. The little pieces and the big things that have you upset and exhausted.
• “…I’m sick of it.”
• he just makes eye contact as you talk. He doesn’t nod or hum, he just listens, something you needed, although didn’t think to do.
•Ben’s blue eyes just stare at yours, even when you don’t meet his gaze.
• he will probably hold your hand. He will squeeze it and would never let go if he had the choice.
• once you finish, and if any tears are shed they are gone, Ben talks. It could have been hours, or minutes. He doesn’t care. He has all the time in the world for you.
• “(y/n), listen. You’re probably sick of hearing, ‘it’s gonna be alright’ but just trust me, that it is. You’re amazing, talented, and—most importantly—a genuine and kind person. You are you, and no matter how many people have the nerve to walk out of your life, just know they walked in for a reason. And maybe the reason isn’t obvious yet, but believe me, you will someday. Please don’t ever feel like you are just a person to be used and then discarded. You are so honest and true that you have a heart of gold. Understand that those who leave you will never, ever deserve you.”
• maybe you cry then. Maybe you need another hug. It’s okay. You are gonna be okay.
• a/n: hello all. I’m having a rough time with some friends, and I made this to let y’all know: everything happens for a reason. I am always here if you ever need a friend. I know what it feels like to be used and I know it hurts. Please, talk to me if you need to. ❤️
[A/N: I apologize for inactivity!! I’ve been working on a couple screen redraws and I’ve been drowning in schoolwork. My apologies! I hope you enjoy ❤️]
• his birthday is in November but I had this thought about celebrating his b-day with him last night and I just had to make these.
• he tells you months leading up to his birthday that he doesn’t want anything. No party, nothing.
• you have him thinking for a long time that he’s gonna get a party.
• “(y/n), seriously—I don’t want anything. Stop causing a fuss.”
• “who said anything about a party? I know you don’t like them.”
• you say it sarcastically enough that he groans and tries to get more information out of you. You don’t budge.
• the day before his birthday is the worst. He’s snooping around the house and trying to find out who you’ve been talking too the past couple of days.
• Robert doesn’t think you know his friends well enough to just text them randomly, but then again, his friends would gladly join any activity that would make him irritated.
• a few in particular come to mind the fastest.
• the day of his birthday you don’t wake him up, but he’s actually awake and trying to listen to what you’re doing.
• quietly, you dress for the day and then tiptoe out of the room.
• you’re in the kitchen on the phone, whispering in a hushed tone all while making two mugs, one fixed with coffee and the other tea.
• he sits up and contemplates escaping out the window when you come back into the bedroom.
• “(y/n)—“
• “Happy Birthday Robert!”
• you hand him the mug of coffee, and he smiles, just a little bit. He glances at the time and notices it’s nearly 11:30.
• “I suppose there’s someone hiding in the closet?”
• you choke a laugh back and instead give him the most confused face you can muster up.
• “why would somebody be in the closet?”
• “you’re very funny. Hilarious.”
• he says mockingly, but gives a laugh nonetheless. You let a giggle slip.
• “I’m only doing what you asked. No party.”
• you tell him to get dressed and then escape to the living room, where there is his present from you. You look at the room, making sure it’s perfect, when he enters.
• he looks around, cautiously.
• “I’m starting to think you actually didn’t give me a party.”
• “that’s what you asked for, Robert.”
• he groans again when you say it just a tad sarcastically.
• you take his mug and exchange it with a blue envelope and a little black box.
• “you’ll be the death of me.”
• he asked for nothing, but really?? You’ll listen to some of it, but not all of it.
• you went with practical. A new watch, but on the back is his initials and the year.
• he loves it. It’s something he needed, because his previous watch was acting up, something he was rather quiet about and he has no idea how you even figured it out—
• “okay, time to go!”
• you drag him to the car and you hop in the drivers seat before he can even process what’s going on.
• you have a nice lunch with his Father. He appreciates this a whole lot. He’s smiling and just loves that the three of you got to do this.
• he thanks you in the car and gives you a sweet kiss. What a cutie pie.
• he’s still half expecting a surprise party but when you get home and flick all the lights on there’s nobody.
• it has gotten a little late since y’all went for a sweet walk in the park after lunch.
• buncha sweeties.
• he loves how the day turned out!! Best birthday.
• he suggests a movie when y’all have collapsed on the couch.
• you tell him to pick whatever he wants.
• y’all curl up and watch Groundhog Day with Bill Murray (can you tell from the past couple of posts I love Bill Murray?? Lmao)
• he looks at you and says: “I seriously thought you were going to throw me a party.”
• you laugh. “You don’t know that. The night isn’t over.”
• “(y/n).” He says worriedly. “Is Caleb in the kitchen?”
Living with Benjamin Tallmadge & Caleb Brewster HC’s
[A/N: hi nobody asked for this, the idea popped into my head @ work today lol. Also, it started as living with Ben & Caleb and then it went in it’s own direction I’m sorry. But if y’all want headcanons/fics of other ppl and scenarios hmu!! I enjoy making these :))) ]
• First of all
• you lucky duck if you scored the two hooligans as roommates aka Ben and Caleb.
• I can see modern Caleb as like a firefighter or something. Like from Chicago Fire.
• he’s always there from dawn until dinner time, so whenever you work late you can find him on the couch hella passed out.
• usually with one hand in a bag of food you bought for yourself, and the other on the remote. (you don’t care, because you steal his pizza rolls on occasion aka all the time)
• Ben is the chef.
• the apartment is also only clean bc of Ben.
• he’s not a neat freak but he appreciates order. Like he has clothes on the floor of his room but at least there’s not black mold in the bathroom??
• modern Ben would either be a detective or a lawyer. I could also see him as a librarian too bc of his thirst for knowledge?? The Yale boyy.
• or I could see him as a teacher too.
• he’s usually in the kitchen, that’s his office and “his space get out”
• “it’s the kitchen, Ben. I just wanted a fruit roll-up.”
• you keep the place aesthetically pleasing. The calendar is flipped to the right month and the fridge has food in it. The boys either way have demanding jobs and they can forget.
• none of you are handy when it comes to like actually building stuff so when you needed tools to fix you’re rickety kitchen table it was a whole process.
• all three of you walk into Home Depot and Caleb like immediately runs away to look at something that y’all definitely don’t need.
• “Caleb, seriously.”
• Ben may say that but five minutes later all three of you are fighting each other with rakes somewhere in the garden center.
• “what did we come here for anyways?”
• “tools,” you scratch your head, and then look down one of the many, many aisles.
• “but like, what tools do we need?”
• Y’all split up and you end up asking an employee where they give you some great advice.
• nails, a hammer, two different kinds of screwdrivers, screws, and a wrench are all in your cart when your phone pings.
• “where the hell are you two?”
• Caleb has an axe, and three rolls of duct tape when you meet back up in the center of the store.
• Ben has a hammer and screws and he gets so frustrated when you tell him you can’t hammer screws. (“you can, technically, Benny-Boy, but then the table would be really screwed up!”)
• you check out and then head home to fix the one table leg.
• again, it’s a whole process, but hey, the legs of the table in the end are all even so.
• y’all work really well together because you balance each other out. For every book in the apartment there is two comic books. And there is two copies of the ghostbusters movie for some reason??
