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Fandom: The Boys in the Boat Pairing: Don Hume/Bobby Moch Words: 804 Rating: G Notes: Bobby really was on the UW fencing team! I took one three-week fencing unit in middle school PE so I am of course an expert in the sport as you can see from this fic.

Don knows he sticks out like a sore thumb in this crowd. He’s clearly not a fencer - he’s got the wrong proportions, for starters, and the UW fencing club is small enough that he’d stand out as a new face anyway - and he’s even more clearly not a fencer’s girlfriend.

Not that all or even many of the women dotted among the seats in the fencing courts have boyfriends among the team, unless fencers have a much more bohemian understanding of relationships than rowers do. But most of them seem to have at least inclinings that way, if the way their eyes track the lithe bodies of the fencers as they shake out their wrists and push their sweaty hair off their foreheads is any indication.

Don only has eyes for one of them.

He’s always known Bobby is athletic - Bobby keeps up with the rest of them on their training runs when his lungs allow, and what meat there is on his slender limbs is mostly muscle. But he’s never seen Bobby move like this. Graceful, predatory, catlike in the way his feet barely touch the ground before he’s bounding away with a delighted laugh, challenging his opponent to give chase. The wire helmet obscures his expression, but Don can see it perfectly in his mind’s eye: bright grin flashing, cheeks flushed in triumph and exertion, eyes alight with the thrill of the game. It’s beautiful.

Bobby’s opponent does something complicated with his foil and the girls beside Don murmur in appreciation, but Don’s attention is fixed on the way Bobby twists easily out of reach and parries with a direct, no-nonsense block. It’s so very much like Bobby that Don can’t help but laugh quietly to himself, even if it makes the girls glare at him. Let them think he’s amused by their sighing and pining; they can’t know that he’s just as besotted.

He and Bobby aren’t dating, per se. Don doesn’t know how that would even work, given how dangerous it would be for them to be seen in public that way, or to spend any more time sequestered in Bobby’s room with the door locked than they already do. But they’re doing everything else. So even though he’s only attending Bobby’s match as a friend, he feels a kinship with those girls in the stands who do have a sweetheart in the running.

Except that unlike them - Don can only assume - Don has felt that wiry body under his hands, has seen just how far those flexible hips can bend and twist and writhe atop Don’s. Bobby’s sweat-soaked hair and flushed face is familiar to Don for far more intimate reasons than fencing. Watching him now with that knowledge is mouth-watering.

Bobby looks like a wet dream come to life when he bounds off the court, shaking his hair out of his eyes and pushing the sleeves of his jacket up to his elbows. His gaze seeks out Don in the stands and he grins as he makes his way over. He, too, has no eyes for anyone else.

Don wants to tell him congratulations, or even a simple hi, but his mouth is suddenly too numb to form words. Up close, he’s almost too beautiful to look at.

“Cat got your tongue?” Bobby says, coming to a stop at Don’s feet. His chin is tipped up in teasing challenge, his lips chapped from breathing so hard, and Don can do nothing but nod. Bobby smirks. “Well, tell her to give it back. I’m kind of fond of it.”

“You were,” Don manages, face flaming. “You were. Out there. Very…”

Bobby’s laugh is delighted. “Why, thank you. I’ll take that as the compliment I assume it was meant to be?”

“Very much. Thank you for letting me come,” Don says. He feels on firmer footing with pleasantries rather than the veiled but very public flirting Bobby started them out with.

Bobby’s grin softens and his eyes dart down to his feet for a moment, shy, before he looks back up.

“Thank you. It was - I’m glad you could make it. I’ve got no girl to cheer me on, so…” He clears his throat. “But who needs a girl when I’ve got you, right?”

It should sound like a consolation, and it does hurt a little to hear. But Don also hears in it the truth of what Bobby really means: Bobby would date Don too, if they could. He’s fond of just a bit more than Don’s tongue.

"Yeah. You've got me."

Bobby beams. Then, alerted by some noise, he looks back over his shoulder and sighs. “I have to go change; I’ll see you back at the house. Find that cat in the meantime, maybe?”

Don watches him go, smiling like a fool. He knows the girls can see it, but he doesn’t much care.

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picking up a game you haven't touched in a million years

some extras ↴

first of all, closeup of them without the text teehee:

then second of all, as i mentioned yesterday i stumbled on some old stuff from 2019-2020ish that never saw the light of day (aka never left discord dms/the wip channel on a now inactive sp server), and while my art has changed a lot since then so im not picking up the exact sketches where they were, i wanted to retool some of the ideas!

so for funsies, here's the old pencil sketch tht this was based on:

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Keep thinking about this fic I read yesterday where Scott gives an amazing first kiss to Bobby <3

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love seeing screenshots of my twt mutuals on here like omg i know them 😁😁😁😁

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Abolish the comic book industrial complex 🙂

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did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true

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thinking about julio richter. he's mexican. he's been suicidal since his first appearance back in the 80s. he's powerful enough to level california. he threatened to split the earth in half because the guy he was in love with was in trouble. he owns a punk bar. he was one half of marvel's first on-panel same-sex kiss. he's never been in a pride special. he's depressed. he's a little bit of a bitch. he's a hater. he's a character defined by his compassion. he's in love with an alien gladiator from space. he lived with some of the x-men as a teenager. he called his power "vibes". he's a druid. he didn't wear a shirt for a good portion of his early appearances. he's mother nature's special little boy. he's in his twenties. he refuses to go to therapy. he's even gay.

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Thinking about the haircut I gave my Twyla doll when I was younger because I thought it would be cool and the potential it could have if the hair didn't have glue seepage and wasn't cut by a literal child 💀

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Creek comic LMAO

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no guys wait you're my favourite 'what if'? you're my best I'll never know? part-time soulmate, full-time problem? it's me and my plus one at the afterlife? you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with? and I'm just the boy whose had too many chances? you are the sun and i am just the planets spinning around you? joke me something awful like kisses on the necks of best friends? I'm half doomed? you're semi sweet? i carved out a place in this world for two but it's empty without you? scar-crossed lovers, forever? in the end I'd do it all again, i think you're my best friend?

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Ok now that I know for a fact that Bobby was on the rowing team (thank you @kjxlll) I need the boys on their day off bored af cause Bobby isn’t there to “organize activities” for them. And so at the last minute they decide to go to a fencing tournament being held on campus. And they go there and def get all into it like goddamn just look at them go. And then a UW fencer wins and everyone is so freaking pumped, but when the fencer takes off his helmet during the celebration they realize that it was Bobby.

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I hate you mappa genuinely. I adore him with all my heart, I wanted to hear and see his story

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he actually did do fencing at UW!! this is the only picture i’ve been able to find but we love a multitalented king

Bobby’s father, Gaston Moch, was a champion fencer in Switzerland when he was young and now I need Bobby knowing how to fence.

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Logans quartet of adopted teenage girls stopping by to bother him (Added some color to my previous drawing)

*please click for HQ*

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Hi! For the art request thing, could we get a Chase tinkering with some project in the lab?

He's googling "how to fix a crushed robot best friend/greatest enemy/brother/cousin"

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The mysterious Golden Bullet

Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era

And to this day…