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Fastcart Needs a Break

Robert E.O Speedwagon x gn reader

Speedwagon was seated at his office desk, which was by the way, strewn with a bunch of papers and forms. He didn't even realize when it all started to pile up. As much as he tried his best to keep things in order, he wasn't used to running an entire foundation. Heck, he wasn’t even all that used to America.

The Englishman honestly never expected this when he came to the United States. America is the land of opportunities after all, but this was just blatant luck. It was great, of course! Anyone would be grateful to stumble across such fortune. At times though, the work that comes with it can get overwhelming.

Speedwagon sighed, setting his ink quill down for a moment. All these investments and contracts were...tiring. But there was a reason he was the one to stumble upon the oil deposits of Texas, there had to be. After all, Speedwagon did believe that some people are just destined to meet, and it must be the same in this situation.

He had to be destined for success. It was his newfound mission to make the world a better place. Along with that, he would do whatever he could to assist the Joestar family. With all his acquired wealth, he would make sure his earnings went towards something useful.

It's then that there was a knock at the door, causing the man to jolt up in his chair. Clearing his throat, he called out, "Yes, come in!" Speedwagon really didn't feel like dealing with any investors or shady businessmen at the moment, but if it needed to be done, then so be it. The one who greeted him however, was a face that put his mind at ease.

"Oh Y/n, thank goodness it's just you," he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Just me? Were you expecting somebody else?" You took a seat in front of him. Usually you would've taken to the desk, but it was currently occupied by the load of papers.

"It’s just that those shady businessmen arranged a discussion with me later this evening. I thought they might've come in a bit early," Speedwagon explained, taking his quill back up again. "I'm already beyond exhausted with all these forms I have to fill out..."

You observed the man in front of you as he continued to scan over papers and scribble away. His hair was in more of a tangled mess than usual. The bags under his eyes had gotten darker over the past few days, and his hands were stained with ink. Clearly, he was in need of a break.

"Those businessmen...Wouldn't happen to be from the Houston Division? Some old guys in ten gallon hats?" You inquired.

Speedwagon looked up from what he was doing. “Yes, that’s the lot! Did ya see them?”

“Yeah actually I did, when I was coming into the lobby,” you recalled. At the confirmation, Speedwagon groaned as his head fell onto a stack of papers. “So they are here early then…” He shook his head, sitting back up. “The meeting isn’t supposed to be until later! I don’t have the energy to deal with those strange fellas right now. These Americans confuse me enough as it is!”

“Believe me, I know,” you added with a chuckle. With that, you stood from your seat. “Well, you never agreed to meet with these guys so soon. What gives them the right to show up like this unannounced?”

“Well, no use helping it now. Looks like I’ll just have to give my presentation a bit early.” Speedwagon already moved to gather a certain pile of papers before you put a hand on his shoulder.

“No," you stated plainly.

"No??" he tilted his head in confusion.

"Who says you have to stay here? You don't have to talk to them when you’re clearly in need of a break.”

"Y/n, even if I wanted to, they're most likely down the hall, and they'd see me-"

"The window. We can go out the window." Although you were on the second floor, there was a tree right outside. The branches were stable enough to hold weight, and it wouldn’t be too much trouble getting down. You knew this for a fact actually, because you would sometimes climb up there to greet Speedwagon when he was busy. It was overall a good tree to climb on.

Speedwagon hesitated, unsure of what to do. That's when you took his face into your hands, a bit to his surprise. "Robert, you need a break. You can always deal with those men later. You deserve to rest with all the hard work you’ve been doing." With you looking into his eyes like that, and with his hand cramped from all that writing, how could he refuse?

Taking a deep breath, he nodded into your touch. "A-alright, Y/n. Let's go before they get here then."

With that, you rushed over to the window to open it. You went out first, climbing onto the nearest outstretched branch. “C’mon Speedwagon!” Speedwagon had done way more dangerous things in his lifetime, so it was no problem at all following your lead. Soon enough, you were safely on the ground, albeit you had both fallen into a bundle of bushes. “You alright?” you called out.

The response you received was something you hadn’t heard in a while. A laugh. A genuine, bellowing laugh. Your head emerged from the leaves to take a closer look over at Speedwagon. The expression on his face warmed your heart. He hadn’t seemed this genuinely happy in a while.

Sprawled out in the bushes, he was laughing until he composed himself to settle down. "I gotta say, this reminds me of times back in London. Running around, sneaking about and whatnot. Oh how I've missed these little escapades.." he said in a reminiscent tone as he got up to dust himself off. He held out a hand to lift you up as well.

"And oh how I've missed your smiles and laughs, Robert.” Initially upon meeting, you had obviously called him Speedwagon, but have since gotten used to referring to him by his first name. Sometimes you called him both, though it didn't really matter.

Your hand was still intertwined with his, with you staring lovingly into his mesmerizing brown eyes. You found yourself getting lost deep within his gaze, and Robert didn’t even realize that he couldn’t look away from you either. His expression was a bit starstruck for some reason, and the rapid beating of his heart was making him realize why.

For a while it was just like that, until you forced yourself to look away. It was pointless though, since you looked right back at him not even seconds later. "Also you got a bunch of leaves in your hair," at last you broke the silence.

Speedwagon snapped out of his trance, running a hand through his hair only to be met with a series of knots and leaves. “Ah, so I do. That, and it’s not exactly in the best condition right now…” Speedwagon was a bit embarrassed at how tangled his hair had gotten. He frowned as he yanked at a twig in his hair, only for it to remain stuck.

Stifling a giggle, you reached over to take it out for him. “You gotta be more gentle. It’s like untying a rope, pulling at it will only make it worse. Let me help you with this back home,” you offered.

“Right, I think that'd be best,” Speedwagon accepted your offer, seeing as he wouldn't get anywhere doing it on his own. “Well let’s get going then. I may have evaded this meeting for now, but I'll still have to attend later.” He was already walking off before you momentarily stopped to call out to him. “Wait, here, your hat!” Speedwagon turned, giving you a grateful smile as he retrieved his signature hat. “Thank you.”

It was decided that you would go over to your place since it was closer. There, you told Speedwagon to make himself comfortable while you fetched a hairbrush. When you got back, you sat down on the rug. “C’mere Robert. First I need to get the leaves out before you brush and wash up.”

“Right, of course.” Speedwagon set his hat aside and came over to sit down next to you. He was unsure of what position to do this in, so you helped him out. “Just, lay your head on my lap, if that’s okay with you. That’s probably the easiest way to do this.”

It didn’t seem like either of you were all too familiar with close physical contact, because you could feel how tense Speedwagon was. In a similar way, you were hesitant to do much at first even though you were the one who had suggested this in the first place.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you began plucking leaves out of Speedwagon's hair. One by one, you threw them aside and did your best to comb through his hair with your fingers to get the twigs loose. After a while of this, you could feel Speedwagon starting to relax. After all, what was there to be worried about? It was just you and him.

"Y/n, I really appreciate this by the way."

"No problem at all Speedwagon. I've dealt with my fair share of leaves in hair, so I-"

"That's not what I meant," he interrupted, then frowned, realizing it might’ve been rude to just interject like that. "Ah, what I mean to say is…that I thank you for being here for me. For taking me out of that office, for helping me with American customs since we’ve arrived here, and for making sure I set aside time to care for myself. Really, I have a lot to thank you for," he smiled to himself, then shifted his gaze up to share his smile with you.

Your fingers briefly stopped running through his hair as you took in all he said.

"I'm not used to being an oil baron in America, I've been nothing but a street thug from London all my life.” Every leaf and twig was free from his hair at this point, so you worked with the brush next, letting the man continue expressing his thoughts.

"And although work in the oil industry has been rather tiring, I’m sure I can handle it with you by my side." Upon hearing this, you mindlessly brushed at a particularly tight knot in his hair, causing him to wince and yelp in slight pain.

You grimaced at his reaction. “Ah, sorry about that. Anyway, I’m glad you feel that way, Robert. No matter what, I’ll be by your side because I care a great deal about you,” you admitted.

Speedwagon soaked in your words for a moment, thinking of what to say next. After all, he was no stranger to audibly expressing his thoughts to the point where one might deem it as narration. “Honestly, I think we were destined to meet one another. I mean, what were the odds? With you coming to London from America, and in the end accompanying me on my trip to your homeland.”

“So what you’re saying is that I’m your personal tour guide,” you joked, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

Although Speedwagon knew you were only joking, he wanted to make sure you knew what he meant. “Really Y/n, you’re so much more to me than that. As soon as I met you, I could sniff out the fact you were one hell of an honorable person.”

“You mean a lot to me too, Robert,” you said as you continued to brush at his bundle of hair. He had so much of it too, that you thought you’d never even be halfway done. “Agh! Bloody hell…” Robert tilted his head away when the hairbrush pulled a tad too tight again. You felt a bit sorry for him, but here was no way to avoid pulling at his hair with the amount he had all tangled up.

Setting the brush down, you sighed. “Okay, I think that’s enough. I brushed out as much as I could. Any more and the brush is gonna snap, along with your neck. Time to wash up now.”

"Alright," Robert nodded. He took a quick glance at the hairbrush, grimacing at how much of his hair had gotten on it before getting up to follow you into the bathroom. You had already prepared the bath, and the warmth of the water was inviting to the ache of his muscles.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it then,” you were already on your way out of the bathroom when Robert grabbed ahold of your arm. “Er, if ya don’t mind, I’d like your help washing my hair. You seem to be really good with that sorta thing.”

You let out a small smile at his request. “Of course. Just get in while I go get some extra towels. I’ll be right back.” Speedwagon did so, and was already settled into the tub when you returned. You set a towel down on the floor so you could more comfortably kneel beside the tub.

You rinsed his hair first, then applied the shampoo to massage his scalp. “You know, your hair would be a lot easier to manage if you tied it up every once in a while. Maybe braid it too. Of course, that’s all up to you.”

He gave your suggestion some thought, liking the idea. “Yes, that'd be nice. I wouldn’t mind if you braid my hair after this.”

"Alright, I'm sure the braid is gonna look real pretty on you then."

Robert's cheeks heated up at the compliment, and you smirked at his reaction. You seemed smug enough until Robert turned to look at you directly, giving you the sweetest smile known to man. It was a bit unnerving after a while, and for some reason him staring all stupidly at you like that made you flustered, so you dropped the bar of soap in your hand.

"Hey, quit looking at me like that…" His precious face was too much for you to handle right now, and he could tell by the heat rising to your cheeks. After all, he couldn't just have you flustering him like that without doing it in return.

"Robert I'm serious, close your eyes before soap gets in them already," you said while pouring water down his head. Robert chuckled before finally looking away to close his eyes as soapy water streamed down his face. During this, he felt your hand rest on his cheek to turn his head towards you. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself face to face with you. Without much time to process it, Robert felt your lips on his.

You pulled away to see his reaction. Just as you expected, his eyes were wide, and his face was flushed. His parted lips eventually scrambled to say something though. “N-not to say I didn’t enjoy it Y/n, but is this really an appropriate time for a kiss?”

"Robert, you're literally naked in my bathtub after we said a bunch of sappy shit, I think this is a perfect time for a kiss," you deadpanned.

The Englishman laughed sheepishly at your remark. “I suppose you’re right. Well in that case,” he reached over to reconnect your lips with his. It was soft and gentle; nothing too deep, and you were both satisfied with that.

“I think I can start getting used to this,” Robert smiled in utter joy once you parted, with you grinning at him in return. You couldn’t help but giggle at the exchange, the butterflies in your stomach finally taking over. “I love you, Robert E.O SpeeeedwaGONnnn!"

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