Okay last one 😁
“I think I might be in some kind of love with you.” Is Bobby and you know it!
Ok, no joke —Bob was HARD. Hopefully this is decent!
Talk to Me, Baby
“Bob? Bobby, wait!”
Your words connect with Bob Floyd at the exact minute he drops his gear just outside the transport that’s about to disconnect him from California turf.
Brow furrowed in that little way of his, he checks over his shoulder to find you careening past a group of officers lingering with their families, red-faced and sweating as you offer a hasty and insincere apology to people who could, truly, care less about you.
Stopping only to stagger out of your heels, you clutch them to your chest as you race the rest of the way to Floyd, who’s jogged away from the Huey to, presumably, meet you. Tears are burning in your eyes and have been since sending him off this morning.
Deployment was a hell of a thing to spend your day thinking about, for sure—and Bob wasn’t even a pilot. Natasha was a great aviator, certainly, and you trusted her with more than secrets, but—something about sending Robert Floyd, the love of your life, off in her hand and her hands alone hit hollow in the base of your gut.
Bob knew you loved him. But you hadn’t said it. Not this morning.
Ricocheting off your spine, as you’d attempted, and failed, to work today, you couldn’t shake the thought that this brought an entirely new meaning to putting someone’s life in another man’s hands. Or, in this case, Trace’s hands. Reminding yourself that Bob trusted her, that she was on this mission for a reason, only kept you sane through your staff meeting—with lunch came an entirely new wave of fear, anxiety, and nerves.
You’d been shaking thinking about Bob, halfway across the world, loading into a plane with your picture pasted to the dash for what could be the last time. He needed to know. You needed him to know, in case knowing was the only thing he had left.
You’d dropped work faster than a hot potato, told your boss to take a PTO day. Hauled ass from your corporate office to the base—Bob was due to leave in, now, what was two and a half minutes. At the decision to leave he’d been slated to leave in an hour, and you’d driven faster than probably even conceivable to Fast and Furious.
Screaming into the visitor’s lot, you’d practically thrown your ID at check in, rushing the officers manning the desk. They, of course recognized you since you were all the time and had been merciful not to call the MPs when you’d bolted past the desk, calling for Bob Floyd to “Hold on for one fucking minute!”
Now, his fine features are narrowed at you in a look of confusion, as if he didn’t understand you running right toward him. Fifteen feet, ten, five, and then you catapulted yourself into him, starfishing his tall frame with your face buried into the chest of his flight suit.
Wholly uncaring if any of his friends and fellow officers can see you or not, you cling to him, welded to the tarmac that’s hot beneath your bare feet. Trying to contain your shaking sobs as his arms envelop you tightly, he smells like cologne, jet fuel and whatever material the damn flight suit is made out of. Fingers twisting into the flight suit, you can barely hear Bob shushing you softly over the thrum of his heart in chest.
“What’s wrong?” His voice deepens with concern, huge hand rubbing your back comfortingly before he shuffles you back enough to take your face in his hands, concern muddying his features. “Did something happen? Honey?”
Resting your hands on his forearms, you shake your head in his hands, trying to ease air into your chest. Oxygen is doing little to nothing for your lungs, but your heart seems to stop hammering against your ribs with excruciating pain as Floyd begins to walk you through breathing exercises, eyes tracking yours purposefully.
“Talk to me, baby,” dark concern is in his eyes now, his brow pulled into a deep furrow, “I want to help. What happened?”
Finally, heaving breaths, your eyes close and you release a shaking, heavy breath. “I don’t want you to go,” eyes opening to watch his face fall into one of apologetic sympathy, your fingers curl into the arms of his flight suit, the material stiff beneath your nails, “Bob, I—”
“Honey, I know, but—”
“—Bob. I think I might be in some kind of love with you,” your voice cracks and you sob again, stepping forward to rest your face against his chest. Curling into him, the thought of him leaving and not coming home is on a toxic loop in your brain, rattling your bones, plaguing every throb of your heart.
Hot, heavy tears skip down the front of his suit, and after a few seconds of Bob’s arms just hanging languidly at his sides, he rests his chin in your hair and just holds you. His heart ticks up a little faster, you can feel it against your cheek as you cry into his chest, and when he begins to rock you side to side, shushing you softly, the hard knot in your stomach releases just so.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he curls into you against his chest, arms tightening around you as the back of his hand cradles your head against his pec, “it’s gonna be fine. I’m gonna come back, I promise. This is just a routine run, baby girl—it’s only two weeks.”
“Two weeks is forever,” you mumble into his chest.
“It is not,” he chuckles, tugging your hair back just a little with his fingers, so you’re staring up into his face. “It just feels like it. And I’ll be able to call you and we can Facetime, so really it’s like having me right here in California.” He winks at you, nose scrunching just a little as if it helps make the point.
“I know,” you sigh, reaching to brush away the tears beneath your eyes, “just having you here, Bobby—”
He chuckles, hand skipping over your cheek lightly to cup your jaw, “I know, I’m pretty irreplaceable,” this, coupled with his little shrug and eye roll behind his glasses make you smile a little, giggling as his finger drops beneath your chin to tip it up. “But don’t sweat it, doll. I’ll come back to you. I always will as long as I can.”
The corner of your lips tug up in a smile. “You promise, Bobert?”
His nickname never ceases to make him grin, and he nods once, firmly. “With whatever equivalent the Navy offers as a scout’s honor,” he holds up to fingers, kisses them, and presses them against your lips lightly. Giggling into them, you kiss his fingers back, and he draws them back to his own lips.
Someone at the chopper calls for him, signaling the two minute mark, and he nods over his shoulder to them. “I gotta go, sweetness,” he kisses your forehead soundly, before taking your face again to kiss you deeply on the lips, “wait for me, yeah? I love you.”
“Always, Bobby,” kissing the corner of his mouth again, you smile softly at him as he salutes you lightly, turning on the heel of his boot to hustle back to the chopper. Throwing his gear inside, he swings into the Huey, leaning partially out of it to smile down at you softly with that totally Bob Floyd look about him.
“Be safe, my love. Come back to me in one piece.”
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random ghost asks:
3, 7, 18
Thank you for the aaaask
3 : Do you have any Ghost merch? If so, show or tell us about them.
Okay I was like "oh I don't have that much" but then I started counting... This might get slightly into "showing off" territory 😅
I'm not gonna show you the vinyls and CDs but I have Meliora, Phantomime and 7 inches of satanic panic on vinyl, and If You Have Ghost, Impera, Phantomime and Ceremony and Devotion on CD.
Here's the rest of my merch, the batwing hoodie and the Phantomime t-shirt I bought at my ritual and I basically live in that hoodie.
Also gonna include my ✨souvenirs✨ from my ritual because I can. The poster was part of the VIP pack, which I didn't get but someone's dad didn't want it so his kid gave it to me and my friends who had been waiting since like 10am. I love this community. Anyways, the pick is Rain's and Phantom gave me the setlist. Not to brag (total brag) but I was his favourite that night, we played rock, paper, scissors.
7 : What do you think the next Chapter will be?
I think it's gonna be radio silence for a good while until they're ready to announce the next Papa or the album. I really hope we get a random Chapter in-between that's just some stupid shit like Copia picking up a hobby in his retirement.
18 : What's your least favourite part about the Ghost fandom?
The fucking online discourse. It's horrendous. I was on the Ghost subreddit for a little while and it was nothing but shitting on new fans or shitting on people who like their newer albums. I honestly could not care less about people outside the fandom shitting on Ghost fans but people IN the fandom doing that shit? Gross.
You're not a fake fan if you found them on Tiktok. You're not a fake fan if your favourite song is Mary On A Cross. You're not weird for caring about the ghouls. You're not a freak for writing fanfics.
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11,17,21, 3 for the asking game?
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Thank you for the ask! Let's get into it
3 : List your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
I'm not gonna do like ALL my fandoms cuz there's a lot of them but let's gooo.
The Band Ghost (duh) : Phantom
My Chemical Romance : Party Poison from Danger Days
Doctor Who : the 13th Doctor
Supernatural : Dean Winchester
Star Wars : Anakin (The Clone Wars version is so me, it physically hurts.)
She-Ra and the princesses of Power : Catra
Marvel's Loki.
11 : Describe your ideal day.
Staying in, waking up late, working on a costume all day. Maybe (probably) take a lil walk to go get boba.
17 : Would you say your Tumblr is a fair representation of the "real you"?
Yes, my brand on here is talking about the Ghost costumes and that's pretty much me irl, I'm not allowed to talk to my coworkers about it anymore 😅 I have more interests irl than I talk about on this blog, of course, but the little I do talk about is very accurate.
21 : Do you love easily?
Yes, I don't know how to have like moderate emotions so I experience everything in big. That means I don't really know how to like things and people. If I agree with your vibe, I love you and you are my friend. And if I'm in love with you, it's deep love, sometimes a bit too close to infatuation 😅😅😅 but I'm not scared of letting the people around me know how much I love them.
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