Not to be agg but if you are obv making your way through my masterlists, liking lots of fics but reblogging nothing why is that? One thing if you’re a blank blog (then sorry babes you’re blocked) but if you reblog others but none of mine I’m kind of sussed.
the biggest concern about naked cyclists in seattle is not “oh my god think of the poor children who have certainly never seen genitalia before” it’s “oh my god dude your sweaty bare naked ass is going to be stuck to that fucking faux leather seat” lol
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:
If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow
Will Abby be awake when Mr. Abby gets up from work, resulting in him walking into the living to find me and we have a “He looks at me, and I look at him, he looks at me, and I look at him” moment OR
Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?
Word Count: 3.2k
Author’s Note: Bobby and Peach’s story continues! Hope you all enjoy this latest installment!
Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.
The title of this chapter comes from the popular song of the same name. Click here to listen to the first ever recording of the song from 1931!
Dedication:As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!
Warnings: Alternating POV, allusions to the physical and emotional cost of war, lots of sweet fluff.
But that night at the dance and during our walk on King Street—you made me feel seen, Bobby. And heard. Hardly anyone outside my family has ever made me feel that way. And then we started writing letters to each other and you’ve just been so easy to talk to, so easy to share my heart with.
BRB CRYING IN THE CLUB OVER BOB AND PEACH.
The way they feel so at ease with each other is so beautiful! Also Bob keeping Peach’s photo right over his heart?!?! 😭😭😭
Everytime I read this story, I keep track of the dates and then immediately afterwards go into Wikipedia to see when WW2 ended. I need these two reunited!
The effort you put into the details to make this story realistic and accurate is so amazing and inspiring. This fic is one of my comfort fics and I am loving how we can see Bob and Peach’s relationship develop in real time!! ♥️♥️♥️
