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spencereidluver · 5 months

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A is for About Time

summary: You’re paired up with Spencer on a mostly physiological case… He’s impressed with how many of his obscure references you understand and how you’re able to carry on conversations with him unlike anyone else.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: details of a case: strangulation, blood writing

“y/n and Reid, I need you to stay here at the station while the rest of us go search the area.” Hotch said, handing you and Spencer each a file. “There’s information about the case in here. The PD thinks we’re dealing with someone who is able to outsmart that of the normal man. We need both of your heads on this. Got it?”

You and Spencer both nodded. You were smart, no denying it, but you know he knows everything you know times two.

You’ve only been in the BAU six months, but you’d only need to know Spencer two minutes to know just how intelligent he is. You don’t quite understand why Hotch wants you to stay back on this case with him, but who are you to deny the man.

You and Spencer take the Manila folders and make your ways to the conference room. He does a little jog to catch up with you. “You know, I’ve never had anyone else stay back with me on cases like these.” He says as he slows his step to match yours.

“Yeah, we’ll maybe you’ve never had anyone quite on your level Dr. Reid.” you joke as you pull the glass door open. There’s a bulletin board with photos from the case. You see Spencer grimace at them out of your peripheral. No matter how many cases you go on, this is one thing that will never be easy for anyone in this job.

Spencer sprawls out his folder on the half-circle-shaped wooden table in the center of the small office. The first image is a photo from the crime scene. It’s a white brick wall with blood writing, it reads:

“in this moment, she was mine, mine, fair, perfectly pure and good”

“It’s a poem.” He says. “Porphyria’s Lover.”

You interrupt him, “a mid 1800’s poem written by Robert Browning.”

“You’ve heard of it?”

“A poem in which a beautiful woman’s lover strangles her with her own hair? Yeah I’ve heard of it.”

He flips through a few more pages in the folder. They’re all just copies of what’s on the bulletin. You’re not too sure why you were each given folders containing the same pictures, but I guess consistency is key in this job.

“I never took you as an 1800s poem freak, y/n.” He says with a smile that you can’t quite tell the intention behind.

“Maybe you’re not as many levels ahead of me as you thought, Dr. Reid.”

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It’s only day two of the case, but between stupid jokes and bonding over old literature, there’s only one thing you cannot seem to pinpoint the reasoning for. And probably the only way you’ll be able to directly connect to the unsub.

He’s working off a dating app. He searches for women who meet his physical criteria, then stalks them until he’s able to pounce. Smart guy. Very smart guy.

“The one thing I just cannot understand is why if the poem he’s working off of is so keen on blonde hair, why have only half of our victims been blondes?” Spencer says, reading through a print-out of the original poem.

“Maybe the women with brown hair were just more available?” You say, not sure if you believe it.

Spencer takes a sip of his coffee. “No, a man like this would want blondes. He’s working of the exact motive of the poem.”

“And he must have a lot of time with his victims to be able to strangle them with their hair.”

You and Spencer spend hours reading over the poem and investigating that photos. Hotch comes back to the station to bring photos from yet another crime scene. Another blonde. If anything, that takes you further from figuring him out, messing up the blonde-brown-blonde-brown victim order.

“There’s no way he’s picking these victims at random. He’d have to spend far too long watching them to know their work schedule to be able to get into their apartments.” Hotch says. “I need you guys to further analyze the poem. It could have the key and hopefully we can find him before he strikes again.”

You and Spencer spend a further hour and a half looking over and annotating the poem. You’re both about to give up on the poem when you notice something: the rhyme scheme.

“A-B-A-B-B,” you think outloud.

“What?” Spencer is confused.

“The rhyme scheme, Spencer. It’s A-B-A-B-B. Auburn-Blonde-Auburn-Blonde-Blonde. That has to be it!”

“So he’ll go back to the beginning. He’s looking for his next victim with auburn hair, just like Julia Dempsey and Katie Flanagan. Nice catch, y/n. We’ve gotta call Hotch.”

He pulls out his phone and dials the eight digits quickly. He fills in Hotch on the info you find as you email over to Garcia. It’s only a matter of time before Morgan and Hotch move in on the man, Garcia finding him from a simple categorical search of dating profile preferences.

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You’re sat on the jet next to Spencer on your way home. You’re going on about old literature and artifacts pertaining to them. No one else understands a word either of you are saying, but they’re rather in awe of how the two of you are able to bounce off each other and carry on about, what to them, is utter nonsense.

It’s late. Early. Well, both. 2:47 AM. You’re leaned with your elbow on the table and your head in your hand looking and Spencer as he recites an old poem from memory. His voice is calm and warm. JJ and Emily are asleep in the booths next to you, Hotch minding his own in the back, and Rossi and Morgan make small talk a little closer to the front.

“y/n?” You hear your name being whispered.

You hum in response, opening your eyes to see a wide-eyed Spencer looking at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He says.

“It’s okay. I’m kinda glad you did, my neck would be sore when we land.”

“We’re still three hours from Virginia. Think you can make it that long?”

“Hell no, I’m exhausted.” You try cross your arms on the table, laying your head in them as you try to get comfortable.

“That position may feel better on your neck, but it’ll do a number on your back in record time.”

“Well, Spencer, there’s only so much room to work with on this jet.”

“I can move so you can lay in the seat if you’d like. But that could also hurt your neck considering you’ll be lying flat and have no incline.”

“Well then why don’t you tell me the most comfortable position and let me sleep in peace.”

“Studies show the best position for sleeping without a pillow is leaning against a wall or something of an upright nature. But there are no walls to lean up against, so you’re pretty much out of luck there y/n.”

He shifts in his seat, reaching for the blanket behind him. He tosses it at you and settles back down. He sips from his coffee. No wonder he’s not going to sleep, he drinks coffee 15 out of the 24 hours in a day.

You scoot a bit closer to him, wrapping the blanket around yourself. You tip your head forward, groaning. Tiredness overcomes you more than it already has, making it near impossible to even keep your eyes open.

“Hey, Spence…” You look up at him. His head tilts down to meet your gaze, flattening his lips in form of response. “Can I…” You let your sentence fade out, pushing yourself closer to him.

He softens his voice. “Hmm?”

Before he can even finish his hum your head has slumped on his shoulder and you’re already falling unconscious on him. You feel him reach his arm around you- pulling the blanket up- you assume. He does that, but his arm never leaves. His head flops gently on top of yours, his one unruly waft of hair falling over his face. You could stay like this forever.

“It’s about time those two realize how similar they are.” You hear Rossi’s gravely voice say.

And just like that, you’re asleep, in what is probably the most comfortable you’ve ever been in your life.

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next chapter: b is for Boy Genius

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a/n: hiii! i really hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Chapter 2 will be released tomorrow! Sorry if this one was a little boring, I promise the next chapter is more interesting. Im just trying to set up the story a little before we get into it!

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midnightdevotion · 1 year

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Anyone Else

Requested: Can I get either a Bradshaw!reader or Mitchell!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd fic where the reader dated Jake before she ever met Bob, so when she meets the Dagger Squad as Bob's girl, it's the first time she's seen Jake since they broke up? Reader would be engaged or married to Bob and her and Jake would have ended on really bad terms. If this isn't up your alley and/or makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this request. Lots of love regardless! 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Bob x Bradshaw!Reader, Past jake Seresin x reader

When bob first got called back to top gun you panicked. Not only was your husband called back but so was your brother and the closest thing you ever had to a father. You stressed everyday, hoping they would be safe and sound.

Two and a half weeks later when the mission was successful and bob had thankfully made it home safe and sound, he called you to let you know that the dagger squad was being made permanent and he would be coming home to help you pack up your house and move you both down to San Diego. Nothing sounded better than living near everyone you considered your family. In a whirlwind you two had packed up the house, put it on the market to sell and made an offer on a new house.

It didn't take long to sell your old home thankfully, and you two found a perfect home five minutes from the beach and close to work for bob. It all seemed like everything was falling perfectly into place.

Letting out a dreamy sigh as you look around the open floor plan for the home you just got the keys too, your husband turns to look at you.

"everything okay dear?" you can't help the grin you let shine on your face when you turn to look at your husband's concern.

"Everything is perfect." He gives you a soft smile and kiss on the forehead then continues voicing his thoughts on where you should hang the tv for least amount of glare during the day.

You listen to him rant about where he wants to put the couch and how he wants to hang your wedding photos, giving an occasional hum of agreement.

"oh and also I want you to meet my squad" this causes you to raise an eyebrow. Usually over protective bob keeps you away from the dirtbags in the airforce he's typically assigned to deal with. You didn't question that too much, because you have upfront experience with how most air force men are.

"you do?"

"Yeah- these guys- they're different and I want them to meet the most important person in my life"

"awe, of course I wanna meet them honey and I'm glad you are finally part of a team that aren't just egotistical assholes- though I know how Bradley can be" He laughs at your joke, but he knows how excited you really are at being able to live near everyone. Too often the navy drags people away from the ones they love, so you are both grateful for the chance that it brought you all together.

It's about six days later- after everything is unpacked and settled that you are meeting the rest of the dagger squad. Say what you want but bob is nothing but efficient when unpacking- and bossing maverick and Bradley around for help.

When you arrive at the beach- you are delighted to see Penny and Maverick rekindling their love. However, before you make it over to them Bradley rushes over.

"I have something I need to tell you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I didn't think you would come and-"

"What is it?" you furrow your brow trying to look over your brothers shoulder. Bob looks just as confused as you do unsure as to what is making rooster so frazzled.

"Jake is here."

This confuses bob even further- because of course Jake is here?

"w-what" It feels like you take a shot of icy hot. both heat and freezing cold rushes through your veins.

"Does someone wanna clue me in?" You swallow and look up at your sweet husband- living proof that the sweet soft genuine love you always wanted does exist and you have it.

"Well- about 5 years ago, Jake and I were engaged..."

---Flashback---

It's late on a Friday night and you and your fiance Jake are laughing at an inside joke you two have. Your heart has never felt so full. You're both ignoring whatever movie you had turned on in the background- enjoying the night together instead.

In fact you remember spending the whole weekend like this- so wrapped up in each other- so in love that nothing else mattered. Laughter echo's the walls in your shared apartment.

That Sunday night- you giggled as he traced each of your features. Adamant that he would be able to memorize every piece of you, mind body and soul.

You just laughed at him and told him you'd be there for him to study every night. You didn't focus on his smile not reaching his eyes, nor the shaky breathe he let out.

You went to bed after a weekend that felt like a dream- a montage in a movie really.

And you woke up to a note on his empty bedside table saying I'm sorry- with his silver ring sitting on top.

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Bob knew the story- he knew everything about you and your past. Losing your father, losing your fiance and every other thing your brain would ever think of telling him.

He just didn't know that Jake was the ex fiance.

"I think I need a minute" Is all bob said- rubbing his hands down his face as he turns in the opposite direction for a walk.

"bob wait-" he turns and you can see the worry on his face- all his anxieties displayed right there.

"Honey- It'll be okay I just need a minute to process I promise"

and you understood- of course you did. If roles were reversed you don't know how okay you would be coming face to face with bob having an ex fiance and then it turning out to be someone that you would see everyday.

So you heave a sign and turn back to face rooster. Only he's twenty feet further away then you expected and he's blocking one very frantic Jake Seresin.

"Bradshaw just let me talk to her" You could see Bradley shake his head, but honestly you needed to clear the air. Hell you were married and happy- you've moved on.

"Bradley it's okay" your brother tenses his shoulders. You watch him tell Jake to stay put for one minute and he comes over to you.

"Are you sure? because if you're not sure or not ready to deal with all of this then say the word and we will go home and you can meet everyone another night" You laugh at his over protective big brother tone and shake your head.

"Bradley it was five years ago- I'm happily married I don't need to eat ice cream and cry about the past." you watch his serious face and he nods more than necessary

"Okay okay, but I will be right there and you just holler if you want me to kick his ass, I never got to the first time so" You just shove him away and watch as he does the I'm watching you signal to Jake.

You watch as Jake makes his way over to you, stopping with about three feet between you. The silence stretches for a minute, and he clears his throat.

"I- um Hi"

"hello" and you don't give anything more than that- the way you see it, you were ready to share every part of you for life with him and he threw it away. You don't owe him any more of you. You watch him- seeing the struggle in his green eyes you once knew so well. The ones you had nightmares about after he left. You watch as he heaves a sigh and tugs on his blond strands.

"I- I know words will never explain or show how truly sorry I am for how I treated you back then- for how I.... For how I ended things between us, I just want to say I'm so sorry. Genuinely I am so sorry and everyday I wake up and for a blissful three seconds I forget every stupid mistake I ever made and think I get to roll over and see your face but I never do..." His words shock you a little more than you thought they would. You never expected him to regret when he walked out that night. You figured he was a navy man through and through and navy men alway choose their jets over everything else.

You know that's not fair- that bob would choose you everyday of the week, but you watched it all your life. Jake knew that you watched Maverick choose his jet over ever settling down, you watched Bradley do the same, and then when Jake of all people did it to you- you never thought you would be able to mend that heartbreak.

The Irony of it was not only did you heal, you still chose a navy man who was in jets everyday.

When you first met bob you were smitten- so was he. However when you found out what he did and he watched your face turn sour- he thought he would never have a chance with you. He watched you distance yourself from him and bob was never good with confrontation so when he showed up drunk at your door asking why you suddenly didn't want him after you made him fall in love with you- you spilled everything.

Here the very reason that bob drunkely confessed to being in love with you stands before you and you can't help the heartache that surges through you. Not because your unhappy now- or that you would even change anything.

No the heartache surges through you because Jake looks lost. Like he left himself in your apartment that night and you left him there too when you moved places and moved on.

"Look Jake, did I hate you for a long time for what you did? Yes, but I've moved on, for so long I wanted this day to come- this apology to spill out of your mouth. Thinking someway the words would heal all the hurt you caused, and it doesn't. The hurt still happened, the pain is still a memory for me, but it grows more distant everyday and I'm really grateful. Jake as much as I loved you- I deserve someone that would choose me even when it's hard."

you watch as he swallows hard, nodding his head. You see the exact moment his eyes land on your left hand, the furrow in his brow and he takes in the shining diamond sitting delicately on your left hand. You see the shaky exhale he lets out.

"you found that then?" it's phrased as a question but you know it's more of a statement.

"yes, I found that" he nods and he looks everywhere but you.

"In another life... I would do things differently"

"I know" and you do, you can see his regret all over his face, you can see the heartache in his eyes- the same heartache that stared back at you in the mirror for months on end. You also know he will be okay, that he will heal and move on just like you did. You step closer, and rest your hand on his shoulder.

"things work out Jake, you'll be okay" and with that you step away, and make your way towards the rest of the group.

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It takes bob a while to join the group again, and it has you worried. You never would've thought bob would be so hurt by this when he knew the story.

So when he joins the group in dog fight football but doesn't greet you know something isn't right. You try and let it going knowing when he is ready you two will talk but as the night progresses and he continues to ignore you, you start to get frustrated.

It's nearing the end of the day- bob just help score the last goal and his team won, the boys lift him up and start chanting his name which makes you grin.

They finally all make their way back over to you and Penny- who has been a great soundboard for how stressful today has been for you.

"That was great honey" you send bob a sweet smile- hoping that playing whatever insane version of football that was helped get his frustrations out.

"thanks." and he turns to talk to Phoenix. Penny shoots you a glance and you just sigh.

When everyone moves inside the bar to keep the party going, you make your rounds in getting to know everyone now that they aren't running around like maniacs.

However, during this bob strategically always seems to be on the opposite end of the bar from you. When it reaches a point that you are socially drained and talked to everyone you move to the bar, and sit by yourself nursing whatever drink penny concocted for you.

You're starting to get tired but whenever you try to get bobs attention he turns his body another direction. It reached a point where you are so frustrated that you call an uber.

"penny I'm gonna head- If bob asks I got an uber home" her eyebrows shoot up in surprise but she agrees to pass on the information, and watches you leave.

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Now bob might've been mad- not really at you and he knows that. God he knows that, but he's so mad because he didn't realize jake was the Jake and he's mad at himself because he feels so insecure. How could you want someone like bob over someone like Jake.

He's really mad because he's scared. He is so in love with you, but what if you want jake back? What if you want to leave him now because your real love, your first love was never really bob?

What does he do when every time he looks at you, he sees you saying your leaving him, that you're sorry but it was never him and it never will be?

So when he turns around because he has been checking on you every five minutes- he has a timer on his watch so he doesn't do it too often and your gone he panics.

His eyes frantically search the bar- and he hates that when his eyes land on jake standing with coyote he's relieved that you aren't right there.

He searches the bar high and low, and still nothing. He waits, because maybe you just went to the bathroom but when ten minutes have passed and he realizes that is unlikely he anxiously makes his way to penny.

"penny where is she" and penny doesn't even have to look up to know it's bob asking about you.

"she went home"

"home- but- I drove"

"she took and uber" he swallows hard at that. Thinking of every time he saw an article about a woman getting attacked in an uber- You were alone out there with some stranger all because bob couldn't get his shit together.

So he hightails it out of there, and he drives home maybe a little quicker than he should. He gets home and all he sees is the light you left on in the entry way when you left, and he panics even more- where are you?

He rushes to your room, feeling like he is going to vomit up his own heart any second now. He sees the bathroom light on to your shared bathroom and the rush of relief cools his veins like he just got a cold glass of water in the Sahara.

He flings the bathroom door open and sees you jump as you wash your face.

"god bob you scared me" you mutter, trying to rid the soapy bubbles from your face.

"I am so so sorry honey" this causes you to look at him through the mirror.

"for scaring me or ignoring me today." your statement isn't angry, just blunt.

"both... god I'm sorry I was an ass today"

"yeah you were, care to explain?" you watch and he swallows.

"I'm so sorry darling, I was just so gutted with fear when I realized that Jake was your Jake and I realized maybe--- maybe you would want to leave me and take him back and god why wouldn't you he looks way better than me and then i go and treat you like shit on top of it, makes it an easy choice doesn't it and-"

"bob" you cut him off from his rant.

"I do not want to get back with Jake. I married you because I love you, with my whole soul, you make me laugh and you make so so very happy, even my best days with Jake don't compare to how happy I am with you every day." you watch his shoulder sag in relief. You make your way towards him, and pull him in close for a hug.

"I never want to hear you say that you aren't attractive, honey you are the most attractive man I have ever met, physically, emotionally, and in every other way imaginable." you hope he can see all the love you have for him shining in your eyes.

He hugs you back and squeezes like he really thought you might disappear on him and that breaks your heart more than anything else ever could.

"when I said I do honey, it's because I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, nobody else. I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world and that will never change."

"I love you so much darling, I am so sorry I was stupid.... Please never uber anywhere again though they are so dangerous and I would've given you a ride" and you laugh at his antics because even clouded in his own insecurity and heartache he was worried about your safety.

Maybe that's why it was always meant to be bob, not anyone else. Bob may have bad days just like everyone else but above all else he cares so much it just scares him. You needed someone like bob to care for you after losing so much and he needed someone like you to choose him and soothe his worries away when they get to be too loud.

"it could never be anyone else"

you repeat the words a million times that night, and when you think about it, even the best weekend you ever had with Jake doesn't compare to everyday you have with Bob. It really could never have been anyone else.

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sirenlulls · 11 months

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satellite → r. keating (b. skeetz)

pairings — robert keating x fem!reader

summary — what bobby skeetz would be like as your annoying boyfriend <3

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in. i can see you're lonely down there. don't you know that i am right here?

i feel like you'd be a long-term relationship (like teenage years long term)

ik they went to some fancy all boys school so let's say you went to an all girls school near theirs that would often go on trips together (pls tell me that wasn't just my school that did that)

either that of you'd meet through extra curriculars or overlapping friend groups

EITHER WAY met when ye were young (13-14) and got together when ye were 16-17

tbh most people thought you'd only last a few months bcs it was a teenage relationship after all but you're so chill with each other that it became very clear very quick that ye were just different

major "my girlfriend's my best friend" vibes

because of that, every inhaler fan knows you

you're no longer referred to by your name

you're just "mother" now

it's low-key a problem

like in any of your instagram posts or cute little tiktoks, at least half of the comments have a silly little inhaler pfp and are calling you mother

anyways

he's so annoying

definitely a very playful relationship

mocking eachother and all that

telling anyone else (outside your friendgroup) to fuck off if they do the same

he himself wouldn't be very public with the relationship

like you wouldn't be the face of every instagram post but you'd be in a story every few weeks and you'd pop up in the middle of a photo dump here and there

the inhaler_on_tik account however....

fans play where's wally with you in the tiktoks

usually hiding in a window reflection or the hem of your jacket poking into frame

enough to know you're there

you'd be best friends with all the fans

gigs are your opportunity to make new friends

they all adore you

so many fan tiktoks from gigs just have you dancing away with them

they'd bring you flowers <3

but yeah even if bobby himself doesn't post you a lot, fans would get pictures of you two together and they'd be so cute 😭

most of them are taken before gigs when he's helping you out of the bus or ye're walking into the venue together

but someone got a picture of you two once at some silly little market in spain and you were looking at flowers and he was looking at you

they posted it to tiktok and you asked them to send it to you

it was your lockscreen for a bit x

BIRD BINGO!!!

if you're ever traveling without him, you'd take pictures of any birds you pass and send them onto him

i really need to make sure it's known that he'd be annoying

like imagine you're just lying in bed, reading or on your phone, and he just bellyflops on top of you

no warning

no escape

you're trapped

i said the same in my eli headcanons but i don't really get spooning vibes from him

no matter what way you fall asleep, at least some part of him will be touching you

whether he's full on wrapped around you or just got an arm thrown over your torso

it helps him sleep better

you're best friends with the band ofc

i mean, you practically grew up together

you and rob never have a moment of peace with them on tour

you could be curled up in bed, and all of a sudden, elijah's busting down your door and lying down beside ye to tell you about a new song idea

you finally think you're free for a moment having a smoke by the back of the bus? nope, ryan's there now purely because he wanted to annoy ye

josh is nice on ye though (not really) (he makes fun of ye all the time) (he's my little pookie bear angel) (he can do no wrong)

they love having you around

and even if you leave the tour bus to get some snacks and come back to them trying on your dresses and robert doing josh's eyeliner you love having them around too

you're starting to get the mother thing

they do feel like you're hyperactive little children

bobby skeetz, the man that you are, you'd be a great boyfriend

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killersfool · 6 months

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I Want You | ELIJAH HEWSON

PAIRING : elijah hewson x original f!character

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: dahlia jenkinson, josh’s sister is asked to fill in as photographer at his bad’s concert. her plan is to ask him out by the end of the show as she’s been crushing on him for ever. what she doesn’t expect is that one of their songs was written about her—and she’s right there when he confesses it.

WORDS: 5.6k

WARNINGS: smoking, drinking, kissing

Friday. Underground. London.

I run through the station passing the endless people, posters and children's screams. My brother, Josh, had asked me yesterday to help out at his band's concert. He'd told me that their photographer had gotten COVID so he needed someone to fill in.

I dragged my roommate along with me as my moral support, seeing as she's heard me spill every secret in my mind about the band's lead singer, Elijah. I've been helping Josh with his band's endeavours for years and have also had to condone countless sleepovers. I've had the sound of drumsticks crashing together engrained in my head by this point. Robyn has always told me to 'stop being a pussy and ask Eli out on a date' but honestly, I'm terrified I'll ruin everything. This photography thing has really helped to get me new jobs and more exposure.

"So, you still crushing on Eli?" Robyn asks. She's been glancing over at my phone for the past few minutes. I've been texting the band group chat that I've been added to. They usually kick me out randomly. This is the longest period of time I've been in it without having an argument. I'm pretty proud.

"Shut up." I scoff. "If you dare say anything to any of of them, I will kill you."

"I wouldn't," she laughs. I give her a look. "I'll try not to..."

"You and your big mouth."

"I can't help it."

"I shouldn't tell you things."

"Who else would you tell?" She grabs at my phone, noticing a message from Elijah pop up.

It reads: "Missed you. You've always been the better Jenkinson." I try to contain my smile at the stupid message. It's just a couple words beneath a name on a screen and I'm getting all nervous. It's pathetic. God, this is getting bad.

"That's cute," Robyn says and is about to start writing a message back until I snatch my phone back. Who knows what kind of bullshit she'd start sending. She'd surely send some terrible pictures of me. That's happened on many ocassions. I've learnt my lesson to never trust her with my phone.

"Cringe." I type back, although the smile on my face is betraying the words on the screen. I stare at his profile picture for a few seconds. It's a selfie of me and the band. I look half asleep, probably drunk. Eli's hair is all over his face and Josh is squeezing Ryan's cheeks. Bobby is just angrily staring at the camera. He definitely didn't want to be in that photo. It's sweet that Eli has kept his profile picture that way for so long. We haven't seen each other in months. I send another message, "Well you're not my favourite Hewson."

He sends an angry emoji. "Who is then?"

"Bono, course."

He sends a few more angry emojis before spamming the group chat. There is already some kind of argument happening. Robert seems to be late and they're all asking where he is. I switch my phone off, sliding it into my pocket. Robyn's been unusually quiet.

"What have you done this time?" I ask with a subtle tilt of my head. She's chewing on some haribos she'd bought moments ago. She then smirks to herself, "Nothing."

I'm a little worried but decide to brush it off. We leave the train station and I'm struck by the freezing air. I sometimes forget how cold England is. Having moved from Ireland over a year ago, I feel like I should've acclimatised. But, why is it always so cold? I hold my jacket closer to myself to try to warm up.

We pass at least ten people with 'I love London' shirts. Sounds of street sellers are familiar along with the hustle and bustle of late London nights. I see the London Eye twisting in the distance. Big ben is tolling. The venue comes into view a few streets away. I'm dreading it slightly. I feel as if I'm not going to cope this time seeing that ever-so-familiar face. It's as if with each passing month, he gets better looking. It should be crime. I'll probably melt when I see him.

I instead focus on seeing Josh and my excitement for seeing the gig. They've all really improved over the years. They really know how to put on a good show. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. It'll be fine. Surely.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Robyn takes notice of me fiddling with my earrings. It's become some nervous habit. I find a comfort in twiddling the crystals between my fingers.

"A bit," I say. Honest. "What if he finds out? We'll surely get piss-drunk. What if he only wants to be mates?"

"Lia, darling, you've got to stop overthinking it. After hearing all these stories you've told me, it sounds like he likes you a lot," she says, grinning. "I'll tell you if I see any looks passed or anything suspicious, okay?"

"You're the best." I give her a hug, forgetting for a moment about the crowded streets around us. Robyn hugs are always too good to be true. I sometimes forget how unbelievably short she is and how she tries to suffocate me with her arms.

Just as we're about to continue down the endless streets, I see someone running past us. I barely even realise he's passed me until Robyn points him out. I see long, curly hair and a massive case swung over his shoulder. Bobby. Then, he turns to face us. Blue eyes catch me off guard then a massive grin. He seems to question whether he should stop or get to the venue. He's very late.

"Is that the bassist?" Robyn wonders. "Robert?"

"That's me," he says, retracing his steps. His mullet has gone all messy in the autumn wind. He's trying to swipe away a few stray hairs from out of his face. "Hey Dally. Who's this?" He points towards my friend with a lazy smile.

"This is Robyn. My roommate. She's the one who accidentally stepped on a pigeon."

"Ah." He then turns into his bird lover mode. "How could you do that to a poor, helpless bird? How could you? Can't believe you're called Robyn. That's a disgrace. Wish I was called Robyn. Or sparrow. Or some kind of bird. God, do I love birds—"

"Okay, Robert. We get it," I interrupt with a finger in the air. He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. Robyn is laughing at his angered demeanour. He always puts on this irritated-sarcastic face in moments like this. He looks like a child after stepping on lego.

"Aren't you late?" Robyn asks the blue-eyed boy. His phone has been pinging with notification throughout the few minutes they have been walking together. He seems to be a little stressed. I have to almost run to keep up with this speed of impossibly long legs.

We approach the venue. It's a huge, pretty rundown building which strikes out in stark contrast to the fancy buildings around it. The words 'Inhaler:tonight' are written on a chalkboard beside the entrance. The place really matches the band for some reason. There's a queue of fans outside. A lot of them are sat down on the pavement. They scream at the sight of the bassist, piling around him. Phones are being held up to take pictures of him.

"Sorry guys, I've got to get inside. Thank you for coming," Robert mumbles.

Robyn and I act as body guards, preventing anyone from getting too close. Banners have been dropped onto the ground, passersby glance over in confusion. There's colourful cowboy hats covered with jewels everywhere. That music video really drove the world crazy. It definitely drove me crazy. I probably make up at least half of the views.

The majority of the crowd continue to take photos. Some say 'Oh my God, that's Josh's sister!' I give them a smile whilst simultaneously pushing Robert forwards.

We finally get to the back door. The gathering give up after a while. They go back to the queue, attempting to slot in to their previous place.

"Well, doors haven't opened yet so you can't be that late," I remark. The front doors are still locked.

"I'm missing sound check though."

I hear music booming quietly through the walls. I open the door, pressing down on it with fingertips. It creaks open to a long corridor with white plastered walls. It smells of fresh paint. The light is barely even attached to the ceiling. It looks like some horror film scene. Creepy.

But then Josh comes around the corner. His guitar is slung over his chest and his face lights up to reveal a huge smile that I've always adored. He's taller than the last time I've seen him. He runs straight towards me, engulfing me with his arms. I'm uncomfortably pressed against his guitar but I couldn't care less. I'm so glad I came. I missed him so much.

Robert slides past us and Robyn awkwardly stands in the doorway. I introduce her to my brother. He gives her a hug as well. She seems to enjoy this whole situation a lot. She's getting all loud and giddy.

The rest of the band are still playing through songs. They're running through 'Dublin In Ecstasy'. Elijah's voice is echoing through the entire building, sliding it's way through my skull. There's a part of me that wants to turn back. I could just make my way back to my apartment, have a cup of coffee and stalk Twitter accounts of people who went to the show. I definitely haven't been doing that for the past few months. I'm not that insane. Or obsessed.

"Do you want to listen to sound check or hang out back stage?" Josh asks us. He's been talking to Robyn, getting to know her and she seems to like him, thankfully. It'd be downright awkward if she hated his guts.

"I'll follow you," Robyn says to Josh. She starts to traipse down the corridor. I watch her curls bounce from side to side as she jumps with every step. She suddenly realises that she's left me behind. "You coming?"

I groan, staring at the door. "Yeah. Fuck it."

I pick up my camera in preparation. I've been using the same one for years. It's got stickers all over it. Some of random bands, some from different countries and little letters spelling out my name. Elijah had bought me a few pages of letters of the alphabet as a birthday present when I turned 15. I still remember that day. We were all huddled inside my living room after being drenched by a sudden storm. There were about fifteen of us, including the band. The fireplace before us was the only source of light in the darkened room. I think I was dating Ryan at that point. That was a strange time. He was sweet. It only lasted a couple of weeks. Elijah had a girlfriend too. Younger me was very jealous. I think that's what made me realise I liked him.

Now, fast forward eight years and my heart is beating in my ears like I'm a teenager all over again.

I allow Robyn to go first. I trail behind. Josh has left us to our own devices and we try to figure out where exactly we're supposed to go. We decide to follow the sounds of music booming. Closer and closer. We go down a staircase, open a door then we're right at the stalls, just beneath the stage. The door crashes so loudly that all of the band stop playing. They all peer down at us.

The band name 'Inhaler' is upon the wall and coloured lights paint the stage. This room is a lot nicer than the exterior. There's a standing area then seats up along the top. The walls are painted a deep shade of crimson with gold lines intricately painted everywhere. It's too good to be true. It feels so weird being at one of their gigs again. It feels even weirder to see all of them in the same place at the same time.

I trace my gaze along the stage. I take a quick glance at Josh who is tuning his guitar, then Ryan who's staring at us with wide eyes. I shift my eyes a little further to see Elijah. He's dropped his mic at the sight of us. I take notice of the length of his hair. It's falling over his eyes, a mess of curls shrouding his face. He's wearing a white vest top and a bulky blazer which is holding onto his shoulders for dear life. I can't see him very well from here. What I can see is the complexity of his gaze. The way he's looking at me is making me nervous. I take a deep breath.

"Dahlia?!" Ryan calls out. He drops his drumsticks similarly to Elijah.

"Surprise?" I say. I thought Josh had told them I was coming. "Wait, did Josh not tell you?"

Elijah picks up the microphone from the ground, not taking his eyes away from mine. "Josh, you gobshite. I thought she was coming next week," he says into the mic, words jumping through my ears. I hate how warm his voice is through those speakers. It's sickening.

"Well, I'm not complaining." Ryan jumps down from the stage, giving me and Robyn a hug. It's a group hug where we're all squashed together. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"You're still short," I say. I can still look down on him, especially with my chunky boots. He rolls his eyes. "This is Robyn." I introduce my roommate to both Ryan and Elijah.

"Nice to meet you," Elijah murmurs as he jumps off the stage. He's left the mic on the stand. He's pushing his hair from his face.

Robyn gives me a look, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Elijah. She's got a malevolent smile. What's she going to do? Maybe I shouldn't have brought her.

"I've heard all about you." Robyn gives Elijah a little wink. I kick the back of her leg .

His lip raises the slightest bit. I find myself staring at his mouth for far too long. There's stubble lining his chin and a splatter of freckles on his cheeks. "Have you, now?" His low voice drifts through the air. He's maintaining eye contact with me. I'm trying to evade his gaze.

"She's exaggerating." I assure him, trying to stop myself from giving Robyn another thwack.

"Eli! We have like 5 minutes until door opens and Dublin In Ecstasy is a mess. Get up here. You can swoon later." Robert is already playing the introduction to the song. Ryan and Josh join in.

"Swoon?" Eli shakes his head with a grin.

"We're just that amazing," Robyn whispers to me.

I hold up my camera, taking a picture of the three lads on stage. Then I point it at Elijah. I take a few of his confused face before he leaves us to sing along to the music.

"He's whipped." Robyn watches as he climbs back onto the stage. "Likes you so much he can barely even function-" She points out how he can't even plug his guitar in. He's been trying to shove the lead in for a while but his eyes are wandering elsewhere. "You've got to say something to him. He's leaving tomorrow, isn't he? Maybe tonight.."

I breathe in. "Alright. I'll try."

Robyn and I hum along to the tune. Elijah's rough vocals make my mind go cloudy. He sounds so much crisper in person. I think back to the cuts and bruises vinyl on my shelf. Robyn had bought it the day it came out. Josh sent me every version possible. Robyn went on about supposedly being 'the first person in the world who bought it'. She said she saw the record in HMV and instantly thought of me. We had stayed up late that night to listen through each track. Eating popcorn, drinking alcohol, talking about random shit. That was when I told her everything about Elijah. From the schoolgirl crush, to the trying to forget him then to the full-blown infatuation. She enjoyed listening to every detail I had to offer.

Elijah continues singing. I'm holding my breath, my palms are sweaty, I feel my heart pulsing at my throat. Robyn is swaying to each beat of the drums. Elijah won't stop looking at me.

Then the song ends and we all tun backstage, in an attempt to evade the incoming fans. I hear shouts echoing in the distance. We've gathered in a little room backstage. Josh is showing me some fancy chocolates he bought in Rome. I'm taking pictures of the band members. Robyn keeps photobombing. I rest my head upon the armrest of the sofa, closing my eyes. It feels nice. Calm. Until, someone settles beside me. They grab my legs so that they can properly sit down. The hands are cold and fingertips are calloused. That someone is Elijah. "Excited for the show?"

He's got his pre-show drink in one hand and his phone in the other. I close my eyes once again.

I shift around in the soft cushion attempting to get into a more comfortable position. He scoffs and pulls my legs up by the ankles to rest them over his thighs. "I know you're tired," he says. He takes a sip of his drink. "But if you dare fall asleep during the show, I will throw my guitar at you." I move my legs around his thighs then actually raise my head to look at him. I take a picture as he makes a stupid face. I don't know how he can do that whilst still looking pretty.

"Is this comfortable?" I ask. He's been very still. "I can move if you want."

"It's nice... fine," he mumbles as he scrolls through messages on his phone. "Reminds of that music lesson. Must've been our first year of secondary school. You fainted after some practice test we did. We were sat in this exact position for at least an hour. I think my legs stopped working."

I try to bring my head back to the memory. He was so different back then. Shorter hair, insanely asthmatic. He only knew me as Josh's twin sister. Somehow that was enough for him to stay there with me and keep me safe. After that, he had some complex where had to look after me with his life. It was charming.

"I had to kick you about nine time because you feel asleep, " I recall. My mind is wandering through moments I can barely even remember. "You were so strange."

"I could've left you there in the practice asleep. You should be thanking me for saving you from embarassment-"

"Why, thank you. Oh how you've changed my entire life. I owe you all that I have."

He shakes his head, squeezing the skin at the bottom of my ankle. He then rests his hand there. As if it's normal. He's still reading through messages, biting the top of the plastic cup.

"When do you lot go on then?" I ask everyone.

Robyn has started drawing eyeliner onto the other boys. She just pulled it out of her pocket randomly and asked if they wanted her to do it. They've filed into a queue. She's done some graphic liner on Bobby with little stars that makes his bright eyes pop out all the more.

"Ten minutes." Ryan is putting some hair gel through his hair. He puts some music on using a bluetooth speaker they placed in the corner. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley comes on. I'm trying to stop myself from falling asleep but it's getting harder with each passing second.

"I'm so excited," Robyn says as she does Josh's eyeliner. She's made his more smudgy and messy. It suits him a lot. "Elijah, should I do yours? Or Dahlia can do it?" She passes the tube towards me. There's some malicious intent behind her eyes. I narrow my eyes down to the black contraption, taking it uneasily between my fingers.

He lays down his phone and drink. He's trying to push all the hair out of his face to give me some access to his eyes. I kneel down on the sofa beside him. I grab a hair bobble from my wrist then tie the top half of his hair up. He groans as I pull some strands way too hard then relaxes into my touch. He smells like cigarette smoke and cologne.

"How should I do it?" I wonder out loud. I've opened the tube and I'm trying to figure out the best way to go about this. He looks like his teenage self with his hair like this. His eyes are maintaining a hard eye contact as I near him. There's a warmth rising to my face.

Robyn pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of Rodrick Hefley. I snort. "Try it like that," she says.

Elijah closes his eyes as I begin to draw little lines then smudge. I've grabbed his chin to keep him in place. I can feel the sharp stubble poking at my fingers. He opens his eyes every now and then. They're half-lidded, watching. I poke his eye by accident. I scold him for opening his eyes. He decided to instead keep them closed.

I admire my work once I've done. It's not my best liner but it's alright. The other boys gather around to get a look at him. His hazel eyes come into view and he smiles widely at the sight of us all. "Does it look good?"

"Looks class," Ryan says as he grabs a mirror. The other boys nod along.

Elijah looks at himself. He seems to not know if he likes it or not. He smiles at me and says, "Thanks, love."

I just smile back, pulling out the bobble from his hair. An unruly splatter of curls cascade across his forehead. There's something about him wearing eyeliner that's stopping me from thinking straight. It's different. I'm still sat half on top of him, one knee resting on his thigh and the other on the sofa. He helps me off of him then stands up.

He ruffles his hair as he says, "Let's get going lads."

The four boys grab everything they need for the show. Water bottles, instruments, drumsticks, their sanity. They all give each other a group hug. It must be some pre-show ritual because they all down their drinks at the exact same time. If that wasn't planned, it was uncanny.

"Good luck." I wave them off and they travel down the corridor in a straight line. As each of them walk out, I take a picture. Elijah is the last to leave. He stops in the doorway, still holding his plastic cup. He raises his lip to reveal his white teeth as I take the picture. He really enjoys making the strangest faces.

"If you don't get our best angles, I'll have to think about firing you." Elijah warns me just before he turns around. He then disappears down to another asylum-like corridor before I can get a chance to insult him. I let out a breath.

"That went well, right?" Robyn's trying to figure out what's going through my head. I can't even comprehend anything that just happened. The feel of his hand still lingers at my ankle. "That whole time you were talking to Josh about those chocolates, he was staring you down. It was pretty creepy, to be honest." She laughs. "Don't even get me started on the eyeliner. All of us felt like total third wheels."

"Sorry," I say. I play around with the bobble at my wrist. It had been wrapped around those glorious curls only moments ago. "God, I'm so in love it hurts."

"That's how I felt when I started liking Emmy. Literally all I could think about was her." Robyn is in a daze, eyes glued to the wall. "You need to do something before it's too late."

"After the set, I will tell him." I finally accept my fate. I could possibly not see him until next year. Or the year after. Who knows how busy I could get?

"Good," Robyn says. "I'm tired of hearing Elijah this Elijah that. Girl, I get it."

"You had an Emmy this Emmy that phase. Don't even start."

She frustratedly sighs. "Come on. I think they're going on."

I hear the crashing of drums reverberating through every wall, every floorboard. Slowly, we approach the main room. The bodyguard lets us through to the wings of the stage. I can see all the crowd from this angle. There are phones, cowboy hats and banners littered through the crowd. Some of the audience are people we had seen when Bobby was surrounded. They're screaming at the sight of the band.

The first song they play is These Are The Days. I keep my camera handy through every song. Elijah takes notice of us standing there. He steals a glance at us when he has a chance to breath. He's singing a lot stronger than I'd ever seen online.

Then they play through a few more songs on the new album. I sing along, I dance, I try not to get blinded by the flashing lights. Then all of a sudden they've finished playing Love Will Get You There and he turns to look right at me.

"This next song..." His words are pretty slurred. He's drunk. "This is an old one. I wrote this when I was about 17. There was this girl at my school who I just liked so much— I couldn't even focus in class. I played it to her once we'd got it perfect and she had not a single clue that it was about her. She still doesn't. It's been six years and I've never told her." He pauses and looks at me. "This is for you."

I'm overwhelmed by emotion. I raise an eyebrow at him. He just starts strumming along with his guitar. That's when I realise he's playing I Want You. They'd played that song to me in Elijah's garage. I asked him who it was about. He lied and said it was about his ex-girlfriend. I never thought twice about it. I never listened to it because it made me sick to my stomach that it was about her. A girl who I had been so jealous of.

"You got your lipstick on..." He starts singing. He's literally pointing at me. The crowd looks confused. They can't see me.

"Oh, Jesus," Robyn exclaims. "Oh, wow. I can't believe this. He's fucking confessing! Dally, I'm so happy for you right now. What the hell!"

Robyn is just as shocked as I am. We're both slack-jawed, wide-eyed yet caught in a silence as the song goes on. The crowd sings along with each and every line. The other members of the band have caught on with what is happening. They all seem to be pretty proud. Especially Josh. He's smiling so big it's making me smile too.

The truth is, I don't want the song to end. Or the show. I just want this moment to drag on forever. It all feels too good to be true.

The song finishes, the lights switch off, the crowd screams. I'm left in the darkness. Robyn is holding onto my side for dear life. The only thing illuminating the world around us is a tiny light bulb above us. My eyes start to get used to the darkness. I see a figure approaching.

"Can you come with me?" It's Elijah. His cheeks are tinged a shade of bright red. There's sweat lining his throat and his chest. He's taken off the blazer and has slung it over his shoulder. The eyeliner has bled down a little.

"Yeah..." I'm exasperated. My throat is raw from singing so much. My brain can barely process what is happening around me. My hands want to reach out and hold him close to me.

He grabs my hand, pulling me down through a corridor. We're both running towards the back door. I'm trying to match his pace but his longer legs give him an unfair advantage.

We finally reach the exit. He opens the door for me, allows me to pass through then shuts it. I'm met by London streets. Brick walls, crooked alleyways, a rubbish bin. It's not particularly romantic. But, with him standing there in front of me, it becomes the most romantic place on Earth.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he admits. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you when you left. I was going to tell you at the airport when you were about to leave Dublin. So that you could think it through without us seeing each other every day. Then I got fucking terrified."

"I was going to tell you then too." I press my back against the wall. He's pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He offers me one. I let it rest between my lips. "I had plucked up some courage after I went to the toilet but then I sat beside you and forgot the whole script I'd planned out in my head. That was a pretty awkward five minutes. Felt like a century."

"We're idiots, aren't we?" He says as he lights his cigarette. "Josh has always known. I don't know how he never told you. He's great at keeping secrets. Six years of keeping his mouth shut. I don't know how he has that much self control."

"Six years?" I blow out a puff of smoke into the air. My eyes wander across the star covered sky. The moon is looming and watching us.

"I know." He's blushing again. He's trying to keep his distance from me, leaving a slight gap between us. "I'm pathetic."

"I liked you for longer."

"What?"

"Eight years. Since the day you started dating the blonde girl." I feel stupid saying it out loud. He's laughing at me.

"That's class."

We stand there in silence just looking at each other. I can hear ambulance sirens and birds calling. The brick walls is hard against my back. My shoes are covered in water from standing in a puddle. I can imagine that there's a camera above us. This could be a scene straight out of a film.

"Are you going to kiss me then?" Some sudden burst of confidence brings those words from my lips.

He's taken aback. His eyes fall down to my mouth. He then takes a step closer. I can feel his breath at my cheeks.

"Do you want me to?" His voice goes all low and his accent gets thicker. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek. Metal presses against my cheekbone. His thumb lazily draws a line across my bottom lip. His words hang in the air. "Dahlia, my love. Do you—"

I press my lips to his. I can't hold back anymore. I can taste the smoke on his tongue. His mouth is minty and his lips are soft. I've imagined this moment countless times. In a bookstore, in a train station, in the garage. But, this is perfect. Perfect.

My fingers sink into his hair. He groans into my mouth as I pull a few strands at the back. His thumb is sliding across my cheekbones. He's dropped the cigarette to instead use his other hand to clutch my waist. My hands are at his chest. His heart is beating incredibly fast. He holds me tight against him until I feel his chest rise and fall. Up and down. Breathing in and out.

We hear voices behind us. He pulls away quickly. We both turn to see a group of fans. They're teenagers and they're all dressed in bright outfits. They didn't see anything but they seem rather suspicious, whispering.

"Eli! Oh my God!! Can you take my BeReal please?" One of them shouts over.

Elijah runs his fingers over his lips. His ears are a pink shade. He slides his hand away from my waist.

"Yeah, sure!" He approaches the three girls with a small smile. He's trying to act normal. "I love your hats." He points at the 3 cowboy hats which spell out the word 'Inhaler' when they're all stood side-by-side.

"Thank you so much!" The darker haired girl passes him her phone. "Your eyeliner looks so good. You should do it like that more often."

"I had a grand makeup artist." He winks. I roll my eyes.

"Could Dahlia be in it?" The girl with glasses notices how I've awkwardly shifted to the side.

"Course she can," Elijah says.

I stand in the frame next to Elijah as he holds up the phone. His lips are red after being stained by my lipstick. I drop my head onto his shoulder and close my eyes. He nestles his face into my hair as he takes the picture. We're both giggling like lunatics.

I'm so glad it happened like this.

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folklorcore · 9 months

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how about a little scenario where the reader wrote call it what you want for robert and him reacting to it

call it what you want ─ r. pattinson

Thank u so much for your request. <3

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x Singer!Fem!Reader

TW/Tags: Established relationship, pure fluff.

Summary: Everyone believes that fame is happiness and perfection, but on the other side of the coin is that at any moment they can destroy you. And that's what happened to you, but during that you met Robert, who you wrote a song for and he reacts to it for the first time.

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Robert's Masterlist.

As is known, fame is not always rosy. Much less perfect.

You learned this as soon as a rumor that nearly destroyed your entire reputation caused you to disappear from the public eye for almost half a year.

If it hadn't been for Robert, you honestly wouldn't have pursued that career.

The two first met in person a month after the whole mess went off. When you first started dating, dubious about everything that was going on, you tried to break up with him a couple of times. You didn't think it was good for his career that when both went public with your relationship, they linked him to you.

Most of the discussions were about that. And they always brought you to tears.

So he took you by the cheeks, caressed them gently and looked directly into your eyes.

"Listen to me, if I'm with you knowing everything that happened it's because I really love you for the great person that you are. I know that the y/n they talk about out there is not my y/n. I'm here to stay, honey ."

And that's when you started planning your comeback, preparing your next studio album.

In which there was a song, or more, for Robert.

"All the liars are calling me one,

nobody's heard from me for months,

I'm doing better than I ever was."

You started humming while writing the lyrics.

As the days passed you had more than half the song done.

Everything was inspired by the situation you were going through, how you went from feeling so low but Robert helped get you out of the hole you were in when everyone turned their backs on you.

There was one time where they almost saw you on the streets of Hollywood when you and he went to buy breakfast, only you stayed inside the black armored van and they only got photos of the actor. But they were photos of him smiling at the van as he got into it.

Magazine articles and Internet pages began to speculate about Robert's new conquest, but they never imagined that it would be you.

"'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream,

walking with his head down,

I'm the one he's walking to."

You recorded little clips of moments with him for a possible video for the song.

Moments when it was you and him in a cabin you had in Canada. You spent much of the time there.

You playing the guitar by the fireplace with him in front of you while recording the video.

Walks in the woods. You smiling as he took your hand to kiss the back of it. You composing. You looking at the snowy landscape through the window with a cup of hot chocolate in it. Making forts under the covers in the living room.

"Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night."

It was almost completely finished, only the bridge was missing.

As you tried to figure out what you could write on that part, you brought your hand up to your clavicle, playing with the thin chain that hung from your neck with Robert's initial.

And just like in the cartoons, it was like a light bulb went on over your head.

"I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck." you murmured singing, writing everything before the idea left.

And at least a couple of days later the song was completely finished. A week later you went to record it in a studio and a couple of months later the album was completely ready.

That had been three months ago. All your fans received you in a good way along with your new album.

And some time later the rumor that had caused your disappearance was denied.

You started a tour and that was the first night of it. And it would be the first time Robert would hear the song, because you wanted it to be special, when the album came out you didn't let him hear it.

"This song was inspired by a person who stayed with me all the time when I disappeared," the screams of the fans filled the stadium, making you smile. You looked in the audience for your boyfriend, who was already looking at you with happiness shining on his face. "Robert, this is for you."

You started to sing the song, watching at all times Robert's reaction, which did not stop smiling with love.

"So call it what you want, yeah,

call it what you want to."

You finished, your chest heavy with joy and adrenaline, facing the entire audience with a genuine smile.

Backstage you looked for Robert, and when you saw him you ran to him to hug him, so he welcomed you with open arms, hugging you tightly.

"I loved the song."

"Yeah?" You looked at him affectionately and he nodded caressing your cheek.

"Yeah." He tilted his face a little so he could kiss you softly.

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#val's version #missamercana #robert pattinson #robert pattinson fanfic #robert pattinson imagines #robert pattinson imagine #robert pattinson x y/n #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson fluff

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writingdumpster · 2 years

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photographs

pairing: Robert Floyd (Bob) x reader

warnings: non-graphic injury mention,

word count: 1,400

summary: Your favorite photograph gets ripped and Bob assures you he'll replace it.

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You had never been a particularly graceful person and that had been proven once again. You were returning an old novel to your bookcase and the top shelf was just a bit too high. You had gotten on your toes and pushed with the tips of your finger, jumping slightly to push the book up onto the ledge. Unfortunately, you’d knocked the picture frame you had sitting beside the books down, the corner of it jabbing you in the forehead and leaving a small cut before clattering to the ground. Now you were sitting on the bathroom counter with Bob standing between your knees. He took your cheek in his hand and tipped your head up slightly, examining the cut in the light.

“Why didn’t you just come get me?” Bob chided as he reached down for the rubbing alcohol.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled. You had the broken picture frame in your hands. The picture in it was torn from where the glass had shattered. It was a picture of you and Bob at the beach outside The Hard Deck at sunset. His arms were around your shoulders in the photo, pulling you so that there was no space between you. You were kissing his cheek, one hand resting against his chest as he grinned at the camera. He had just gotten back after two weeks away and everyone who was in town had met the two of you at The Hard Deck to welcome him home. Phoenix had taken the picture just minutes after you’d been reunited with him. It was your favorite photograph. It was also one of your fondest memories.

“You never bother me, darling,” Bob said, interrupting your thoughts as you stared at the torn picture. He took a cotton swab and dabbed it in the rubbing alcohol before bringing it up to your forehead. “Little sting now,” he warned as he rubbed the alcohol along the cut. You winced slightly. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He made a few quick strokes with the cotton swab before he was satisfied that the wound was properly disinfected. He grabbed the band aid he’d placed on the counter and carefully laid it over the small cut. He topped off all his care with a tender kiss over the band-aid. You gave him a half smile and turned to look over your shoulder in the mirror. You touched the band-aid.

“Now I’m going to have a scar,” you said sadly.

“It’s not too bad,” Bob said. His hands fell down to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze over your leggings. “It’ll heal up in a week or two.” Your hands stayed on the picture frame sitting in your lap. Bob looked down at it when he noticed you weren’t meeting his eye. “I can have Phoenix print me another copy of the picture and mail it. She has a photo printer at her place in Virginia,” he said. He never needed to ask to know what was wrong.

“It’s okay. It’s just a picture. She doesn’t need to go through the trouble,” you said. “It’s not like I don’t have it on my phone.” Bob smiled with a gentleness that only he could achieve.

“It’s your favorite picture though. You should have a copy framed,” he said.

“I didn’t say it was my favorite picture,” you replied quietly. Your voice sounded fragile, like if a breeze came through the window it would just dissolve the sound into the air. You hated to ask for anything, which is what had gotten you in this situation in the first place.

“It’s my favorite picture,” Bob told you. You smiled softly and looked up from the torn photograph to meet his eyes. Their stormy blue color was the first thing you had noticed about him when you first met. His eyes were beautiful even behind his glasses.

“Mine too,” you admitted shyly. Bob chuckled. He took the broken frame from your hands and put it on the counter beside you.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll get the picture printed and I’ll buy you a new frame.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you said, reiterating your earlier feelings.

“Told ya,” he said as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re never a bother.”

“I feel like one,” you confessed. Bob took your face in his hand and stroked your cheekbone with his thumb.

“You aren’t, honey. What can I do to make you believe it?” He asked.

“You do more than enough,” you said. “Just hard for me to believe you’re mine sometimes.” Bob smiled.

“How do you think I feel?” He joked, his accent sweetening his words. You let a smile spread across your lips. “There she is,” he murmured. Your cheeks warmed and you raised your hands to hide your face. “Hey, none of that,” he said, grabbing your hands to pull them away from your face. “I wanna see that pretty smile.”

“Don’t make it worse, Robby,” you said. Bob smirked. He released one of your hands to tip your chin upward. He leaned forward, catching your lips in a kiss as he moved the fingers on his other hand to wind between yours. His lips were soft and you had become addicted to the way he tasted. Sweet and warm and something distinctly him. You gave an audible sigh of bliss into the kiss. Bob chuckled against your lips at the sound.

“You’re so cute,” he muttered, moving the hand on your chin to cup your jaw before pressing his lips against yours again. It could’ve been years or seconds before he pulled away, there was no way of knowing.

“Love you, Robby,” you mewled as his hands slid beneath your shirt to land on your waist. Bob smiled and kissed your nose.

“I love you too, honey,” he said. “Promise me you’ll come get me next time you need help?” You nodded.

“Okay,” you agreed.

“Say it, sweetheart,” he said. You sighed but smiled at him.

“I promise, Robby,” you assured him. Bob squeezed your hand.

“Oh!” He exclaimed suddenly. He released your hand and dug his hands into his pockets, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out a polaroid that he had taken of the two of you last Christmas.

Bob bought the two of you matching plaid pajama sets and you were wearing them in the photograph. He had been given time off and he took you on a trip to a small town in the mountains of California. It was snowing outside that morning and you had a fire going while you were curled up on the couch opening the presents you had gotten for each other. You gave him a polaroid camera to take with him when he was deployed so he could have pictures.

The very first thing Bob did when he got the film loaded was pull you into his arms so that your back was to his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head and then held the camera out in front of the two of you to take a picture. It ended up being poorly framed and his eyes were almost entirely shut as he squinted from the flash. You’d been more careful when you took the one that you kept, but he had insisted that he liked the photograph he took.

“You can hang on to this one. I’ll put it where the frame was till I can get you a new copy,” Bob said.

“You keep that in your wallet?” You asked bashfully. He smiled softly.

“That way I always have you with me,” he said. You shook your head lovingly.

“You’re too good for me,” you said. He scoffed.

“Guess you can’t say that you’re always right anymore,” Bob teased you. You giggled.

“You’re my favorite person,” you said as you raised your arms to drape them over his shoulders. He kissed your nose softly and then grabbed your hands, pulling you from the counter. He walked over to your bookshelf and took the polaroid from you, placing it in the empty space and propping it up against the book you’d been trying to put away.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” Bob asked, looking down at you.

“Perfect,” you replied with a sweet smile.

“Yeah. Maybe this is my favorite picture,” he said as he looked up at the picture. Your eyes were only on him.

“I wasn’t talking about the photograph.”

#Bob Floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #Bob x reader #top gun fic #bob x reader #top gun maverick #bob floyd fluff #Bob Floyd fluff #robert floyd x reader

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midnightinwales · 1 month

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@grapesnolives thank you for the link, I'll check it out during the weekend. I agree that their experimentation is always beautiful and fascinating to hear. They had singular sensitivity to the emotion – sound axis. And you can never be bored with it.

I've moved us to a new post, since our conversation is veering off the topic of the original post and I think we've hijacked enough of that already ;)

Unfortunately, I don't have the source for that quote about Robert, as I have been consuming a lot (and I mean A LOT) about LZ in the past few months, but in quite a chaotic manner and I haven't been taking notes. But If I come across it again, I'll send it to you. I was also surprised by it, but I guess it makes sense, since it was originally Jimmy's band and I believe that as time went by and Jimmy was losing his grip on reality more and more, Robert might have felt constricted a bit or started to develop a need for more independence. Nothing unusual in that, it happens in pretty much any band. He might have also been genuinely annoyed at the endless solos, quite like Bonzo, and JPJ probably too. I mean, to make a six and a half minutes long song into 45 minutes is both amazing and unnecessary lol. And Robert did have a bit of an imposter syndrome, still has, actually. He often spoke about them as 'three musicians and me'. 'I'm just a wedding singer who sang with musicians', and how his elaborate singing style developed as a method to stay in the song, cause the long musical intervals made him feel irrelevant. He definitely wanted to impress Jimmy and there was a lot of reverence for him as the worldly, knowledgeable, experienced musician who created his own band. But that began to disappear when Jimmy got heavily into heroin imo and definitely lost after 1977. Robert's priorities changed. His view of life changed. The love was still there, but Jimmy was no longer someone that Robert had to live up to, so to speak. Now he was someone to protect (and, in a way, someone to mourn). But the initial experiences formed Robert as a singer, set his standards and informed his view of musical expression.

I've also noticed that he makes fun of Bonzo (the diarrhea jokes will live with me forever, thanks Bob :/ ) and JPJ (and himself, occasionally), but not of Jimmy. IMO that's because he and Bonzo were 'bros', mates, and that's typical friendly behaviour in this kind of relation. JPJ was also a guy in the band and concert is entertainment, so it's only fair to make people laugh. It created a sense of dynamics, each band member had his quirks and image to play with. But with Jimmy he is only ever sweet and attentive. Not least because Jimmy Page can't take a joke imo. He's quite fragile and Robert knew it very, very well. But this doesn't read to me as reverential, but rather as caring. He knew not to make Jimmy the centre of attention that he might not see as entirely friendly. And his mysterious image had to be uphold too. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but whenever Robert speaks to Jimmy his tone of voice slightly changes. It becomes softer and warmer. ‘is it alright, love?’ kind of thing. He definitely wanted to be in Jimmy’s good books and for more than one reason.

I’m not surprised you thought they were a duet, seeing the photos. I recall seeing photos of LZ throughout my life and they’ve always been focused on J and R. I didn’t know what the other band members looked like before I started listening to the band. I knew Bonzo’s name because of his tragic death, like I do many other musicians’ who met their ends way too early, and knew that he is recognised as one of the, if not the greatest rock drummer of all times. But that was about it. IMO, he is the greatest of them all and he’s the only one whose drumming makes me genuinely tear up. There is as much emotion in Bonzo’s drumming as there is in Robert’s singing. Astonishing.

If you’re asking how I got into the story of J and R, it was quite simple really. I remembered the photos I’ve mentioned (mostly the WLL mic in the hair singing) which have always looked very suggestive to me and had heard before that part of the magic of LZ was the interplay between the two, and so when I finally got into their music I started doing my research to see if my initial impression was correct. And found plenty of evidence to confirm it, some of it much more straightforward then expected. But if you’re asking how I got into LZ then I’d say it was time for them to come into my life. One night on YT they appeared on my list and the journey began. I knew some of their songs before (STH, WLL, Dazed, a couple of others) and I had quite an emotional experience listening to Stairway as a young teenager, but that was the extent of it. I firmly believe that music comes to us at the right time and there’s no point in forcing it. It will find you if it’s meant to. And it will be a journey you’ll never forget.

Have you always been interested in drumming or is it the first time when it has captured your attention so much? Have you been into LZ for a long time?

#led zeppelin musings

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Bonus Scene.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

What happened between Bob and Sunny after the impromptu photo shoot (found here)

Warnings: oral (both receiving) anal play, p in v, mutual masturbation, use of ‘good girl’, etc.

“Your 2 hours start now!”

Bob hears Cyclone yell as he powers on his phone and strips to his boxers briefs, hanging his clothes over the edge of his bunk.

He lays back and taps on your contact name, cock already half-hard in anticipation.

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“Bobby! Hey!” You answer excitedly when you see he’s FaceTiming.

“Hey Sun, wow. You look gorgeous.”

You’re wearing one of his threadbare ‘US NAVY’ shirts, face bare, and hair pulled into a messy bun since you were just getting ready to relax in bed for a while.

“Thanks, you do too.” He does, his chest bare and hair mussed from taking his shirt off. “I’ve got some pictures that I wanted to send you when I finally got a chance to talk. Can I send them now?”

He nods. “Yeah, Bradley’a giving me the first hour so I’m alone. What are they of?”

“You’ll see,” you smile as you hit send, “let me know when you get them.”

“I will, what’s you do today—Jesus, Sunny!”

He got the pictures.

You laugh. “Row and I went out for brunch and did some shopping after.”

“Did brunch include tequila?” He groans as he sees more come through on his screen.

“How did you know?” You say cheekily.

“Where was this? Please tell me you bought that. Whose hand is that—oh, it’s Rowan…Oh. Holy shit, Sun. She’s touching you.” Bob rambles, his cheeks red, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you like them?” You smile.

“Yes. Jesus Christ.” He groans when he pulls up to his new favorite.

“Which one do you like the best?”

“The one where you’re on your knees, eyes closed and Row’s thumb is pressing on your lips. You look like you’re about to put my cock in your mouth.” He rasps out, you can see the movement in his shoulder.

“Bobby, are you touching yourself?”

He nods with a groan.

“Let me watch.”

“I don’t know if I should. Maybe I should tease you like…” he trails off and his eyes drift close before he continues, “tease you like you tease me.”

“Please?” You slip his shirt over your head and reveal your naked chest to him.

“Alright.” He caves and props his phone so you can see all of him.

A strangled mewl leaves you at the sight of him fisting his cock, the other resting behind his head.

“You look so good baby,” you purr as your hands trail over your chest, one hand toying with your nipples as the other travels further south.

“You do too, Sunny. Suck your fingers for me first, like you do my cock. Get them nice and wet.” He pants.

You do as he asks, sucking your index and middle finger into your mouth lewdly.

He grunts, slowly his moments until your fingers are nice and wet. You sigh when you bring them to your clit.

“Good girl. Have you touched yourself since I’ve been gone?”

You nod, “Twice, you?”

“No, between hops and briefings and sharing a room and the bathrooms aren’t private…,” he whines.

“You poor thing, we’ll make up for it when you’re back, okay?” You sigh, pushing your fingers inside and using the heel of your palm on your clit. “What are you gonna do to me when you’re back?”

“You’re gonna greet me on your knees and I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth. You’re gonna swallow like a good girl too. Then I’m gonna lay you out on our bed and eat your pussy ‘til you can’t take any more.”

“Yes, yes I want that. Will you put that plug in while you go down on me…fuck me with it in after?” You whine, your orgasm starting to build.

“Yes, fuckkkk.” He grits out.

“I had it in the last time I got myself off, I feel so full. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like with you inside me too,” you whimper, so close.

Bob groans, his back arching as he finishes, ropes of cum painting his toned stomach. You’re next and you whimper as your orgasm pulses through you.

You smile at him when you’re able to open your eyes. His cheeks are red and his hair is a mess; he’s wrecked and you love it.

“Shit, Bradley’s gonna be back in a few minutes. Can I text you?”

“Sounds good, I’ll get cleaned up too. Love you.”

“Love you too, Sun.”

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He texts you a few minutes later, but you only get a few messages back and forth before he sends you one saying not to worry, but their phones are getting cut early. The messages sent after came back as not delivered.

You sigh and text Rowan to let her know in case she and Bradley got cut off; she was relieved because they did.

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You work twelve-hour shifts the next two days and are exhausted as you walk in the door, not even seeing Bob’s truck in the driveway.

That exhaustion disappears though when you get inside and spot him on the couch, he rises as soon as he spots you.

You squeal and jump into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “What are you doing home so early?!”

“Training went better than anticipated,” he smiles, setting you down with a squeeze to your ass.

“Did you pick up Steve?” You ask looking around for him. Annie keeps him some nights when you have to work a few 12-hour shifts in a row; more at the request of the girls than for Steve, but it works out for everyone.

“No, I texted Annie that I could come pick him up, but the girls asked to keep him for one more night.”

“Will you shower with me?” You ask, untying your scrubs. You like to shower before doing anything after a long day at the hospital.

He nods and lets you lead him to the bathroom.

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You bring him off on your knees in the shower, sucking his soul out of his dick.

He comes in your mouth as promised and pulls you off him by your hair when he finishes.

“Swallow, yeah, yeah…like that. Let me see,” he pants, tapping your lips with his thumb.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek.

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He washes your hair and then your body, bringing you off with his fingers before he lets you wash him too.

Then, he warms you up the supper he made earlier and asks about your week as you eat before bringing you to bed.

He lays you on the bed and kisses his way down your body, detouring and spending a long time torturing and teasing your nipples; nipping, licking, biting, pinching until they’re red and oversensitive.

“Please Bob,” you cry, trying to push his head where you want him.

“Alright,” he chuckles and continues south.

He licks at your clit. Once, twice, three times but then stops. You whimper and look at him.

“Where’s that toy and lube?”

Your head falls back in exasperation but you point to the nightstand.

He chuckles, reaching for it and you gasp a few moments later when his lubed-up fingers work into your ass, his mouth goes back to your clit; gentle and tender, like the fingers inside you.

You cry out as you climax, just as he pushes the plug in. He gently kisses your pulsing clit before leaving to wash his hands, returning before you even come back down.

Your back arches, hands grip his hair and you keen as he devours you now; a sharp contrast to the gentleness from a few minutes prior. He groans against you as his hips rut against the bed and his fingers slide into your aching pussy.

“Fuck!” You wail as he brings you off again. And again. And again. So many times you lose track.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before he slides back up your body and pushes into your pussy.

You inhale sharply at the full, almost overwhelming feeling and your nails dig into his ass.

“Oh God, Sun. You okay?” Bob grits out, feeling a little overwhelmed himself.

You mewl and nod, clenching around him and he hisses. He recovers though and starts moving his hips, his pubic bone brushing against your clit.

He kisses along your neck, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. It doesn’t take long before your vision goes white and your ears ring as the most intense orgasm washes over you.

Bob clenches his jaw, fighting not to follow you over the edge as you flutter around him. He fails though, and grunts on your shoulder; sweet desperate sounds as he fills your pussy with his spend.

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After you’re cleaned up, he strokes your head in bed.

“Were the pictures okay? They weren’t… too much?” You ask. Bob has healed so many of your insecurities and doubts your ex caused, but they still crept in sometimes.

“Never. You’re never too much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proving it to you,” he murmurs into your hair, “the pictures were incredible and sexy, just like you.”

“Thank you.” You smile into his chest.

“I do have a question though. Are you…into girls at all?”

You laugh. “No, not really. I find some women attractive, but I’m not attracted to them. It was really hot though, knowing we would get you guys all hot and bothered.”

“Well, it worked.”

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A/N: I’ve been having a writers block with Bradley and Rowan, so I wrote this instead at the request of @phoenix-rising-starbird-one I hope you like it!

Tagging:

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@shanimallina87

@blindedbythelightt

@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

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#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #aint no sunshine when she’s gone #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

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marinasmarvel · 9 months

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station 19 family headcanons

i’m choosing to ignore the fact that dean is dead and surrera divorced for the sake of my own sanity

all of the station are basically siblings with ben as their father

vic is the baby and everyone is very protective of her

maya is the second youngest but doesn’t let anyone coddle her

(except for carina)

robert actually has a playful side and has pulled a few pranks on some members of the team

travis is a bit of a scaredy cat and robert loves hiding behind corners and scaring him half to death

robert once found vic crying because it was lucas’ birthday, and he was feeling very similarly

they ended up comforting each other and sharing stories about lucas

vic and andy take naps on the hoses during shifts

other team members join them sometimes

during a very slow 36 hour shift, vic took of her shoes and started sliding around the station in her socks

everyone else joined her

travis couldn’t stop falling over and it would make everyone crack up every time

dean tried to slide and look really cool but ended up falling on his ass

little pruitt miller has everyone in the station wrapped around her little finger

like nobody can say no to her

one time when jack was babysitting she had ice cream for breakfast

dean was not happy but couldn’t blame him

nerf gun wars all the time

jack brought a fully automatic machine nerf gun and started shooting

everyone had to duck for cover but theo got hit in the nose

however maya declared carina as a no shoot zone

if they even dare shoot her maya will kill them

with nerf of course

theo is actually a decent shooter, and can hit anyone without trying

jack got hit the most and was forced to clean up

lots of wrestling matches and pillow fights

dean usually starts them

maya finishes them

very physically affectionate with each other, lots of hugs and cuddles

ben always scolds them for misbehaving and causing havoc

he’s just being dad

theo, robert, and andy always speak in spanish when they don’t want anyone else to know what they are saying

carina attempts to do the same with maya in italian but maya is a lost cause with that

everyone always gets so excited when carina comes to the station with food

she’s the best at cooking and everyone knows it

dean wants his daughter to be educated in all cultures, and has andy and theo teach her about latinx culture

he also asks carina to teach pru about italian culture

pru picks up bits and pieces of both italian and spanish languages

maya once again feels outnumbered

andrew deluca’s photo is right next to captain herrera’s in the display case

despite not being a firefighter, he is still just as much of a hero

carina cried when she saw it

the team threw a party for carina when she became head of the OB department at grey sloan

maya and carina both cried

jack is such a deep sleeper that everyone loves putting random things on him while he rests

jack once woke up with everyone’s helmets covering his body

needless to say he was confused

vic put an entire chair on him while he slept

anyways i miss them

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #travis montgomery #dean miller #jack gibson #robert sullivan #andy herrera #vic hughes #theo ruiz #ben warren #station 19 headcanons

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theladyofshalott1989 · 3 months

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Damien Andrew Evans (My OC/MC from the Like Moths to a Flame series)

*I modeled his character off of a young Garrett Hedlund. Here are some photos of Garrett (one with his hair down long - LMtaF Damien - and one with his hair short - BB Damien):

I wrote this in a frenzy last night (referencing my already copious notes from the past… hmm… eleven months??? WHAT), so I apologize if it reads like word-vomit (LMAO). BUT, without further ado, here is my Damien info-dump. Damien is my OC from my series, Like Moths to a Flame, which I started on Wattpad in March 2023. Check it out if you are so inclined (AO3 link because AO3 is better…please don’t hate me, Wattpad police haha).

General Info:

Born and raised in London

Lives in a huge estate in Mayfair

Father’s family comes from old money

Birthday: 13th December 1874

Mother: Mary REDACTED Evans (yes, redacted because it’s a spoiler for Burning Bright)

Died shortly after Damien turned two

Father: Andrew Robert Evans

Magistrate in London

Workaholic, doesn’t interact much with his son, leaves him to his own devices the majority of the time (he is very lucky Damien is a good boy; the shenanigans Damien could have gotten up to if he was so inclined…lmao)

Half-blood (only found this out after he came to Hogwarts; his mother never shared this information with his father)

Only child

Personality:

ENFP (apparently) (thanks Myers-Briggs test!) Fueled by interaction with others (being an only child and spending most of his time alone during the summer holidays deeply damaged him)

Attracted to the same sex (and has known this for as long as he can remember)

Alas, he is super self-conscious about his sexual orientation, having grown up in Muggle London, where being gay is a crime. He is also quite secretive because of it; he wants to open up more to people (it’s in his nature) but is hesitant until he feels he can trust them fully. This can take a while.

Nearly everything he does, he always has this nagging thought in the back of his mind (it follows him literally everywhere): Would my mother be proud of me? (He has never told anyone this; it also haunts him immensely)

Highly intuitive

Very forgiving (arguably to a fault) of anyone he grows to love and trust

Feels very deeply, but, again, he tries his best to hide it. Something must be terribly wrong or extremely upsetting for him to cry in a public setting.

Not very organized (also has a problem with tardiness), EXCEPT when he is at home. He doesn’t want to make a mess for the servants, so he is extremely meticulous and clean when he’s home for the summer. Any other time, he couldn’t care less (LMAO). Physical Description:

Very unique brown eyes with golden flecks in them (Seb is absolutely obsessed)

Taller than average (a little taller than Sebastian, much to Sebastian’s chagrin)

Long blonde hair (just past his shoulders) that he keeps tied back in a low bun (his preferred style)

Sebastian would much rather he wear it down and loose (he is quite vocal about this), but he eventually is like fine…you do you, fam

In Burning Bright, Damien has to cut his hair short so his father isn’t suspicious. He has a cute little tuft at the top of his head that sometimes cascades across his face, which Sebastian is enamored with

(Eton, the all-boys boarding school Damien attended before Hogwarts, has strict uniform and hygiene protocols and would never permit him to wear his hair long; Damien’s father thinks he is still attending Eton so he must keep up appearances)

Lithe but muscular, a testament to how active he is when he arrives at Hogwarts. His go-to when he’s not in classes is to ride his broom around the Scottish Highlands and complete Merlin Trials. He is obsessed with finding and completing them all. (What a Ravenclaw…)

Ample arse though (LMAO) which Sebastian loves… (Seb is an arse-man; you’re welcome HAHAHAHA)

Tan from being outdoors most of the time

Sharp jawline, broad neck and chest, prominent collarbone (he is quite thin), very angular features

Light spoiler for stories post-Burning Bright: Older Damien is a bit heavier in adulthood (and Seb loves this development)

Magic Reveal:

Damien never had one of those “oh shit what just happened???” magical moments, so when Fig showed up on his doorstep with his Hogwarts letter at the very beginning of the summer in 1890, Damien thought it was a joke. When Fig did some magic for him to convince him, Damien lost his goddamn mind. He was thrilled, but also terrified. Fig told him not to worry, that he could stay with him over the summer to prepare Damien for the school year.

Damien’s father was (unsurprisingly) not home when Fig arrived. Damien also asked Fig not to say anything to his father. Fig sensed there was some tension between Damien and his father and agreed (for the time being). Eventually, once Fig got to know Damien better, he decided Damien was right and it was for the best that his father didn’t know about his magic. This was the moment when Damien realized he could fully trust Fig. Surrogate father/son bond activated <3

Their backstory (if Damien’s father asked) for why Damien was gone over the summer was that he was traveling with a friend from Eton. Damien’s father was hella neglectful and didn’t even bother to ask, which to be fair, made things super easy for Damien and Fig (LMAO).

Likes:

The color green

Flying (he loves how freeing it is and the feeling of the wind in his hair)

DADA is his favorite class (his early dueling wins probably played a factor; poor Damien didn’t have a lot of wins in his life prior to coming to Hogwarts, well…besides being rich AF LOL)

CATS (dude adores cats to the EXTREME; he would love to adopt all of the ones he finds wandering around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade; I even have a headcanon that very early on in his time at Hogwarts he smuggles a cat into his room - a room which he shares with Amit, Everett, and Andrew, mind you. Unfortunately, Amit is allergic, so that plan goes to hell in a handbasket rather quickly.)

Magic (obviiiiiii); he still can’t believe his luck that he’s at Hogwarts

The Wizarding World and how accepting it is of all forms of love. He cannot believe his lucky stars that he can be openly affectionate with Sebastian. It even takes him a while to realize this because no one straight up told him and Sebastian at first wants to keep their relationship on the down low since he’s still trying to figure out if Damien feels as strongly about Sebastian as Sebastian feels about Damien. Silly boys #idiotsinlove

Dislikes:

Herbology (he SUCKS at it; Sebastian and Damien have this in common, but Damien is much, much worse. He never uses magical plants in his duels because he is bitter about how bad he is at growing them and doesn’t want to spend money buying them at the Magic Neep hahaha)

Close-minded people (which is why he is understandably upset and confused by Sebastian’s very vocal hatred of goblins; it nearly ends any potential of a relationship from that point forward, but Seb does eventually apologize more than once *PHEW*)

Dark Mongrels, and to a certain extent dogs (le sigh) (light spoiler for Burning Bright so I won’t go into detail about it)

Interactions with Other Characters:

Fig -

Fig was the father Damien always wanted. Supportive, understanding, a wealth of knowledge. Losing him was absolutely devastating; it nearly broke Damien.

Natty -

Besides Sebastian, Damien’s second kindred spirit. When Sebastian and Damien aren’t on good terms for a large swathe of Like Moths to a Flame, they are joined at the hip. Sebastian even worries that they might be a couple at one point and is very jelly. (C’mon Seb, read the freaking room!)

Poppy -

Damien likes Poppy but is a bit intimidated by her. He still really enjoys her company, just in moderation. Ominis -

Damien willfully ignored him before they officially met. He didn’t realize it at the time, but eventually comes to the conclusion that he was jealous that Ominis was best friends with Sebastian. Notably, he easily sensed that Ominis wasn’t into Sebastian romantically, so that was a relief at the very least. Damien was super annoyed by Ominis after the encounter post-Undercroft. He couldn’t understand how someone could lose their temper so easily. Eventually, they do bond… hilariously, it’s Ominis that makes the effort to get to know Damien better. (Of course Ominis knows that Seb and Damien are snogging; he’s ~scary~ perceptive; at first Ominis is just vetting Damien in a protective “I need to make sure you’re a good person for my best friend” kind of way, but then he eventually realizes he enjoys being in Damien’s company. Likewise Damien to Ominis. They eventually also bond over classic music (Ominis lets Damien borrow his gramophone every so often and they sometimes even listen to it together.)

Amit, Everett, and Andrew -

Damien’s roomies! He likes Amit and Everett a lot, but definitely has more in common with Everett since they are both obsessed with flying. Damien even buys Everett a broom so he can stop using a school one. Damien finds Amit a bit awkward, but in an endearing way. He would beat someone up for realsies though if he ever overheard anyone make fun of him.

Andrew and Damien don’t really care about each other either way. Andrew hangs out in different crowds. They don’t talk much.

And yes, I realize that Duncan Hobhouse is also in Ravenclaw, but I've decided he has his own room. Damien finds him annoying, even though Everett is friends with him for some reason lmao.

Sebastian - HOOOO BOY HERE WE GO Damien fell for Sebastian HARD almost immediately after meeting him (their dialogue after the match in DADA was such a turn-on hahaha). He really struggled to play it cool that entire exchange though. He does succeed (sigh), but later… um… goes back to his room and yeah, in my headcanon he furiously does what you would expect lmao.

Sebastian immediately found Damien intriguing BUT he was not sure why. He had always appreciated the beauty of both genders, but he had only ever been with a girl so it never even crossed his mind that he could be romantically interested in Damien. He didn’t realize until <BIG SPOILER FOR LIKE MOTHS TO A FLAME> Damien asked Seb to kiss him in the Undercroft. Once their lips touched, Sebastian had one of those *connect the dots <Charlie from It’s Always Sunny at the blackboard scribbling nonsense> moments* and is like… OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. And then he just rolled with it. Doesn’t question it at all he’s so confident in what happened. Damien is immediately his. MINE MINE MINE seagulls from Finding Nemo gif.

Unfortunately, Dark Magic was a HUGE cockblock (*sad face*) and their budding relationship combusted to the extreme. Damien was devastated but would NEVER admit it so he lost himself in his other friendships (thank you for being there Natty, you QUEEN). As we all know, Sebastian sucks at expressing himself (LMAO say it louder for those in the back), so he avoided Damien like the plague and stewed in his anger. But he is confused and upset and just a turmoil of emotions and it plagues him. A proverbial storm cloud follows him everywhere he goes.

And then all hell breaks loose with the relic (DAMN YOU RELIC), BUT Damien and his strong intuition senses something is up and realizes that Seb is not himself. He activates stealth mode and becomes Seb’s shadow without Seb realizing, following him around and making sure he is okay. After the catacomb ~incident~, Damien won’t let him out of his sight and refuses to permit him to head back to the castle alone. In fact, it scares him so much that once they make it back to the castle, Damien has an OH SHIT I LOVE HIM BUT HE JUST MURDERED SOMEONE moment and he is so lost in his thoughts that Sebastian runs off. This haunts Damien immensely because he is so worried that Sebastian is going to hurt himself. And then, of course, he gets all caught up in the repository / goblin invasion stuff that he is distracted, but he still follows Sebastian around when he can. #sneakyDamien

And I’m not going to go into further detail because massive spoilers for the end of Like Moths to a Flame hahahaha.

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So, that’s my Damien. He is my ~goodest~ boy. And he has definitely stolen my heart. <3

#oc character #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x male mc #sebastian sallow x mc #queer fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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Main Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Maverick Masterlist ♡ Robert 'Bob' Floyd Masterlist ♡ Til I See You Again Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Much longer than what I was intending. Hope you all like it.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Summary: Bob never intended to fall in love with anyone, let alone Hangman's sister. He pushed his feelings aside not thinking she would like him back. Boy, was he wrong.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd's POV

I couldn't keep my eyes off of the new barmaid at The Hard Deck. She has to be training as she is following one of the more experienced women around.

"Hangman is going to be all over her once he sees her." Phoenix said as she looked to where I was looking.

"Yeah." Just her one sentence had me defeated. Him or one of the others will hit on her and she most likely will fall for one of their lines.

Just like the others.

"Maybe go ask for her number?" Rooster said as he took his seat across from me.

"No, she is working. I don't want to bother her." I heard him sigh and he shook his head slightly at me.

I learned long ago that it didn't matter if I ever went for the girl. Someone stronger, funnier or more handsome would come along and she would leave me. Best just to focus on my career.

Phoenix changed the topic, which I was thankful for, but not even ten minutes later, the rest of the guys walked through the door, Hangman coming in last, like usual.

He looked around and then his eyes landed on the bar and his usual smirk came across his face when he set his sight on the new woman, who had her back turned.

I drank as I watched him go up to the bar and saw his mouth move, but have no idea what he was saying.

The woman turned around and she just smiled at him as she filled his order. Hangman must of said something because she just rolled her eyes at him.

He turned around and he actually had a small smile on his face as he walked towards us.

"Damn Hangman, that didn't take long for you to get her number." Fritz said as he sat there stunned.

"Number? No, she is my sister." I started to choke on my drink and Payback patted my back asking if I was okay.

"Sister? She doesn't look anything like you." Rooster said.

"Thank God for that." I heard Fanboy mutter.

"Half-sister. Different Dads but grew up together." Phoenix nudged my side and ignored her.

No use trying anything. Not when Fanboy was already making is way over to the bar to go and ask for her number.

"You gonna stop that?" Rooster asked Hangman.

"He isn't her type. YN will turn him down nicely."

YN? So that is her name.

From my seat I could see everything. I saw Fanboy speak and she spoke back. He reached across the bar for her hand that was on the bar and ran his fingers over her knuckles.

She looked down and moved her hands so they were behind the bar and out of his reach. YN then said something and turned away from him.

Fanboy sat there for a few moments and then turned around and I could see the confused look on his face.

"She turned him down?" Hangman said, knowingly, not even bothering to turn around to see for himself.

"Yeah, just like you called it." Payback said.

"Told ya. I know my Sister."

For the rest of the night, I watched as man after man went up to her and tried to get with her, but YN didn't falter. She kept turning them down.

"Go on Bob." Phoenix said to me, trying once again for me to go and ask YN for her number.

"If she turned down every other guy, what makes you think I am her type?" I didn't wait for the answer. I got up and went to the back of the bar to go join the short line for the washroom.

YN's POV:

I saw the man with the glasses stand up and head to where the washrooms are. I noticed him the moment I started my shift.

He looked sweet and kind. He sat amongst his peers, listening to them mostly but chiming in here and there.

When my Brother came in, I saw him head to the table where the man was and sat down. I couldn't hear the conversation but then that one guy stood up and had the gaul to ask me out.

I turned him down but then that seemed to open up a can of worms. They just kept coming but never the quiet man.

When he got up finally I was hoping he would come and talk to me, but I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye as he walked past me.

I didn't want to show how disappointed I was, so I grabbed a rag and started to wipe down the counter top, hoping that the one person in this whole place who knows me, wouldn't see me act any differently.

"Don't even think about it." Jake said, completely startling me.

"I have no idea what you are even talking about."

"You can fool anyone else in this place but not me." My brother gave me a look then continued to talk.

"Stay away from him. It would be good for you to find someone who I don't have to work with."

"He hasn't said anything to me all night. He may not be interested." I said to him to try and ease his mind.

He is used to scaring guys away from me but after a huge fight we had when I moved out here, I told him to mind his own business and to let me figure out shit on my own.

But that didn't stop him. He always found a way to fuck up my dates. Sometimes he would send one of buddies around to scare the guy or he would show up himself.

"Just stay away from him."

It has been a few days since the first night I saw the man in the glasses and I still don't know his name.

I didn't dare to ask Jake because he would probably tell me to fuck off. So I just had to wait and just as my luck would have it, the same woman who was sitting next to him walked into the bar.

I let her get settled and I took her order. "Is it just you today Ma'am?"

"Call me Phoenix and no, my friend Bob will be joining me." Please let it be him.

A few minutes later, the door opened up and in walked the man!

Just like I did for her, I waited a few moments and went to take his order.

"And what can I get you?" He turned to look at me and his mouth fell open and no words came out. He quickly shut his mouth and looked away.

"Bob." Phoenix emphasised his name. "Will have what I am having."

"Coming right up." I turned and got their order placed and ready. They didn't drink as much as the others, so I didn't have to go to their table all that often.

But when I went to get their bill ready, I noticed that Phoenix was getting up to leave. "Bob will be paying this time YN. Gotta get going." She winked at me and she was gone.

This was my chance. I wrote my number on the bill and hoped he would do something with it.

"Here you go Bob. Just pay when you are ready to leave." I placed the bill face down onto the table as he said a small thank you.

I went to tend to another man who just walked in.

I turned back to look at Bob and he was gone. Money in the holder, but the bottom of the bill, where I wrote my number, was ripped off.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd' POV:

I looked down at the bill and to my complete and utter suprise, she wrote her phone number down.

I contemplated what I should do next. Is this a joke or she may actually like me? Only one way to find out.

I ripped her number off and placed the money in the tray. I left before I could make a fool of myself.

The small piece of paper felt heavy in my shirt pocket.

I made excuse after excuse to myself to not call her. I kept finding things I had to do or training to do.

But tonight we were all going to The Hard Deck. I tried to get out of going, but they just weren't having it, so I was practically dragged to the bar.

YN greeted us individually as she has got to know us. "Bob." She said with a forced smile and then turned to talk to her coworker.

Phoenix was looking between the two of us, her one eyebrow raised, silently asking me what the hell is that about.

I didn't say anything as I didn't want to get yelled at by her, so I got a glass of beer and sipped on it.

About forty minutes into us being there, I saw YN walk past us and head out the front door.

I stood up, not even realising what the hell I was doing and went outside. Calling back that I needed some fresh air.

I looked around to see where she could of gotten too.

"You have some nerve to follow me." I looked to my left and saw YN leaning against what I assume is her car.

"I know but,"

"No buts. I gave you my number and you didn't call. Here I thought I did something wrong but you're just like the other guys. Did my Brother get to you?"

"What? No!"

"Then why didn't you call Bob? I know you like me. Fuck, I can see how you look at me when you think I am not looking." She took a few steps towards me.

"I am not used to women liking me okay. I thought it was just some joke, but then I knew you wouldn't do that. Not from the stories I heard from Hangman. Then I just got scared that I put it off for too long."

Silence.

She didn't say anything and I knew I blew my chance with her. I sighed and went to go back inside, but then she placed a hand on my chest. I looked down at her hand and then at her face.

"Let me make it up to you. If you want, I can." My voice got quieter as her face got closer to mine.

Then she gently pressed her lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my body.

I felt her hands moving up my chest and are now in my hair.

Our moment was broken when the sound of two people whistling at us made YN and I break apart.

The two of us breathing heavy. "Want to get out of here? My shift ended." I looked back at the bar and then back at her hopeful face.

"I want to take you out on a date before we do anything." I said to her. I didn't want to rush into anything with her.

"Then let's have our first date. I know a great taco truck near by." She said.

"Sounds good to me." She smiled at me and grabbed my hand and the two of us walked to her car to have our first date.

YN and I have been seeing eachother for a few months now. I haven't told anyone and she hasn't either.

But Phoenix knew. The day after mine and YN's first date, Phoenix cornered me and asked me where I ran off too.

At first I tried to say I went home. Then when that didn't work, I said I want for a walk.

"I know you're lying Bob. No one else saw you leave after YN but I did. She was gone and so were you."

I finally broke down and told her. I then told her that YN and I were going on another date, but keeping it on the down low.

"Just don't wait too long to tell everyone." Was all she told me.

But one month, quickly turned into seven months and I we still haven't told anyone else.

We are enjoying the fact that it is just us. I know her brother would probably kill me or hurt me. So that is why we have not said anything.

He would alway be around us or have someone near the two of us at all times and if that happened, so much of what has happened between YN and I wouldn't have happened.

Take when we first said I love you to one another. We were making out in the back of her car on her break during the second month of us dating.

YN hands were on my belt and I couldn't help the moan that left my mouth. "Come on Bobby. I need you." YN said against my lips.

I looked around and nodded my head in approval.

I cried out her name as she rode me. My heart beating wildly in my chest as the two of us got closer and closer to the edge.

I came, moaning her name, my head flung back against her seat as she came. "I love you."

Her eyed opened up and she looked at me. I sat there stunned, not believing I actually said that.

"I love you too Bobby."

With the help of Phoenix, I was able to get away for a few hours. Tomorrow we leave for a mission and I have no idea when I will be back.

Or if I will make it back.

I spent the evening with YN at her place. She made a nice meal and was just kind of quiet.

I offered to do the dishes and she squished that idea. "I can do them tomorrow." But after I went to the washroom, I found her in the kitchen once more, cleaning the dishes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Tell me what is wrong YN?"

"Nothing Robert." Oh, not Bobby. She is upset about something.

"Come on tell me YN." She sighed.

"Just scared, nervous about your mission." She said to me quietly as I turned her around to face me.

"I am too, but I am not trying to think about it. Tonight is all about you and me Gorgeous."

"I know Bobby, but." I kissed her. Not wanting her to fret another second about something that is out of our control.

"Come on baby. Let me give you a night to remember."

YN'S POV:

I woke up to an empty bed, but there was a note on the pillow.

"I am sorry I had to leave without giving you one last kiss until I see you again baby. I love you and I will be thinking about you constantly."

Not the first note Bobby has left me but probably the most romantic.

I laid in bed, not bothering to actually get up and do anything, but then my phone went off.

It was my period tracking calendar and it was saying my period is due soon and that got me thinking that I haven't used this app in a long while.

I looked at when I had my last period and I felt myself get almost sick when I saw that it has almost been three months.

That got my ass moving. I had a quick shower and got ready to head to the store to buy as many pregnancy tests I could get my hands on.

I grabbed three different tests and got back to my place within twenty minutes. I read each box to make sure I do it right.

I sat on the edge of my tub, my leg shaking as I waited for my phone timer to go off. When I did, I practically jumped out of my own skin.

I took a deep breath and looked at each test. Two said positive and one said negative. I cried out in frustration as I realised I would have to see a Doctor or go to a walk-in clinic.

I called my Doctor and I couldn't see them for a few days, which was fine with me. I just kept myself busy.

Well as busy as a woman could be. My Boyfriend was off, risking his life and I have no idea if I am pregnant or just had a false positive.

But then it was time for my appointment and she confirmed what I knew all along.

"Pregnant."

And I have no one to share this news with, not until Bobby comes back and who knows when that will be.

I was at work and thankfully it was a slow day. I did not have it in me to deal with too many people today.

But then the door opened and I heard what sounded like a bunch of people. I sighed and turned around to greet them with a fake smile on my face.

But all I could see was my Boyfriend's smiling face at me. At that moment, I completely forgot that no one besides Phoenix knew about us, I walked around the bar and towards him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. The shocked noises his friends made would of been comical if not for the fact that I finally had him with me again.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I heard my Brother before I saw him. I pulled my lips away from Bobby, but didn't dare step back.

Their friends stepped aside to let Jake stand before us.

"Jake, Bobby and I have been seeing eachother." I heard Bobby gulp but I wasn't backing down from this.

"For how long?"

"About seven and half months." I said.

Fanboy and Payback actually covered their mouths to hide their shocked faces.

"I told you to stay away from him. From all of them." Jake said as he took a step towards me, but Bobby actually stepped between us.

"This isn't the time or place Hangman. Got any issues, we can deal with it later. Tonight is about us coming back from a successful mission."

Jake looked like he wanted to argue, but he knew Bobby was right. "This isn't over." Was all he said before he went to go and sit down at their table.

I tapped Bobby's shoulder and he turned around, smiling at me. "I have to something to tell you Bobby." I said to him quietly.

"And what is that Gorgeous?" The others have left us at this point, but the guys still seemed to be in shock about Bobby and I being together.

I took his hands and placed them on my stomach. At first he seemed to confused but it didn't take him long to figure it out.

"YN?"

"Yes Bobby." Was all the answer he needed before his face broke out into a big smile. He turned around and shouted. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD."

"What?!"

Shit, I forgot about Jake, who looked ready to kill not only Bobby but I as well.

"You better run Floyd."

Part 2

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♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair ♡

a/n: i was talking to some friends about how badly jjba characters could fuck up our box braids. i'm gonna do multiple of these, but for now i'm just gonna do the first 3 jojos/bros. there's a lot of parts so I wanna split them equally- the next one will be part 4, 5, and 6 (maybe 7). hope you enjoy! also ty for over 50 likes on my first post! mwah mwah mwah

Part 1 Jonathan Joestar

Very gentle with your hair. Despite his size, he tries to treat you (and thankfully your hair) as if it might break at any moment. Unfortunately, this means he isn't very willing to actually detangle it.

"Jonathan, please. I need you to actually comb the tangles out of my hair or we'll never be finished."

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. But it might hurt..." "You can be insufferable at times, darling."

Eventually leaves you to detangle your hair by himself so he can do the braiding part, which goes WAY faster. He's quite skilled with his fingers. Makes your braids gorgeous and even adds in crystals and little accessories to spice it up. Overall, 8/10!

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Very confused. Did you say twists or braids? What's the difference? How do you know? Where did these hairstyles even come from? No matter. Despite his confusion, he's determined to help you out. He's good with detangling and decent with braiding, but decides twisting is the easier way out. It takes him a bit of time to do it though.

"Are you almost done with that twist, darling?" You mumble, exasperated. "Yes dear, just give me a second- oh, that doesn't go that way- sorry, dear-" You giggle as he struggles to finish a single twist, still having half of your hair to finish.

Finally finishes your hair after many, MANY hours. At least he made your hair cute, though. Buys you charms and hair ties so you can style your twists. 7.5/10 for Speedwagon!

Part 2 Joseph Joestar

No idea what he's doing. Tugs, knots, and pulls at your hair accidentally as he simply tries to put it into passion twists. The extensions made it even more difficult as he fumbled with them, trying to make them mesh into your hair seamlessly as you always had. Still very confused.

"Joseph, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "You better figure it out, Jojo. Please. Do you need a little help?" "For the last time, dollface, I don't need any help. 'M Joseph f'ing Joestar. I can figure this out," He mumbles as he continues to struggle and stress your hair.

When he's done, you look like you got jumped. You give him a kiss and a pat on the back. He tried his best. You secretly take the twists he did out and put your own in overnight, then tell him the twists simply settled last night.

"Huh! Guess I'm not so bad, eh?"

You sigh, then give him a sweet smile. "No, sweetheart. Not at all."

Overall, 4/10. He tried his best, but unfortunately his best was not enough.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Shocks you with how skillful he is. Even adds in color to your passion twists! Blonde, of course, so you can match with him. Works efficiently and without struggle, but leaves the ends of your twists looking kind of funny.

"Why do the ends of the twists look like that?" "Like what?" Caesar stops and looks at a twist. "Ah. I wasn't exactly sure how to end them. Mi dispiace, amore." Oh well. It wasn't all that bad. And besides, whenever he calls you amore, you can't stay mad at him.

"No worries, darling. I'll fix them later."

Helps you fix the ends of your twists and gives you a pearl necklace to go with the finished look. Overall, 9.5/10!

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Very grumpy. Almost says no when you ask him to help you with your hair because he thought it'd be too difficult (and he was kind of right), but you assured him he'd be fine and you'd guide him through the steps of the hairstyle.

"...What did you say this hairstyle was called?" "Goddess braids! They're like box braids, but you have to crochet water wave extensions through the top of the braid." You show him a photo of the hairstyle and he damn near faints.

"...Yare yare. Why do you have to choose such complicated styles?"

"One thing I won't do is hear complaints from a man who didn't wash his hair for 50 days. Better start detangliinggggg..."

He sighs, chuckling a bit, then begins to do your hair.

Finishes relatively quickly and gives you the color of your choice. Buys you an extra large bonnet to keep the curls from getting too frizzy and gives you some silver and gold charms that match some of the charms on his hat. The braids could be better but for his first time doing braids they're pretty good. Overall, 7.5/10, especially for his patience! (still looks irritated about the amount of time it took though)

Kakyoin Noriaki

Very good with washing, detangling, and parting your hair. He does feel stuck about how many braids he has to do or how fast he has to do them. You simply tell him to take his time (but not too much time) and that you can tell him what to do.

"Okay, I'm starting the braids now."

"You said that 10 minutes ago."

"..." "I mean it this time."

Slightly hesitant about actually starting your hair, but he makes it work. Asks if you want to do light pink to match with him and gives you cherry-shaped charms. Also adds pink, red, and white beads to the ends of your braids because he saw someone do that once and thought they'd look cute on you. Overall, 8/10. The braids are pretty and he didn't take too long at all.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp as you look at your gorgeous new braids. "Oh my goshhh, Kakyoin. Have you done this before? You aren't walking around wearing box braids, right? These are so cute!"

He smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried my best. I'm glad you like them."

idk when part 2 is coming out. maybe later today. hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever, it took me a little while to write lol. feel free to send requests of what you'd like to see next!

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Is This The Love (That I'm Feelin'?) | Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 3)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob & Loot get to know each other, in a closet.

Warnings: Curse words.

Word count: 2,128

It was midnight. Your eyes stung in the bright light of your phone screen. You had been texting Bob for the last couple of days on and off and he was being so incredibly sweet. Each time your phone lit up with a message, you got a little flutter in your stomach.

Tapping out ‘good night Bob :*’ with one eye open, you didn’t even drop the phone before you fell asleep.

That evening after work, you’d been determined to hit the gym. One of your favourite things to do was get into your cutest workout outfit, smash out some reps with your headphones on (absolutely no one should utter one syllable in your direction). Focusing on yourself for 45 minutes a day was the least you could do, especially with how busy work had been lately. Rolling over in your sleep you felt the ache run down the back of your legs and into your butt, jolting you awake. Your first thought was Bob, his hair blowing about from the wind rushing through the open windows in your car. Sleep found you again, wrapping you up in its comforting arms. Arms that turned into Bob reaching for you, holding you against him while he stroked your hair, telling you it was so pretty.

You woke up smiling but frustrated. Sweet, sexy dreams made you horny. And you were real fucking horny for Robert Floyd. You had a half hour to get ready for work, no way you’d fit in any kind of self pleasure. Another long day at work while sexually frustrated, your vibrator was well loved but it was no match for what you imagined Bob doing to you.

Waiting for the water to heat up in the shower, you looked through last nights conversation with Bob. It was just a regular conversation, absolutely nothing sexy at all which made you hotter for him. He was respectful, never pushing you for anything. You couldn’t count the amount of guys that ask for a nude photo right off the bat.

Honestly, you couldn’t wait to get to that stage with Bob. You let out an exasperated moan at the thoughts of his cheeks flaming red when he caught sight of the imaginary underwear selfie picture you’d send him while he was at work. Whoo boy. You and he needed to talk face to face real fucking soon.

*****

Bob checked his phone about 20 times in 1 minute. Phoenix glared at him across the table. ‘Just text her, you loser!’

‘I can’t! She didn’t reply to my last message, I don’t wanna be a jerk.’

Phoenix sighed, feeling bad for her back-seater, he had it bad for this girl.

‘Give me your phone and I will send her a message,’ reaching over to make a swipe at his phone. Bob held it back, flummoxed, ‘what would you say?’

Gosh he really was clueless.

‘I’d say “Hey Loot, fancy grabbing lunch with me today?”

Rolling his eyes, Bob mumbled ‘That’s not bad actually…’ trailing off as he heard the chair next to him scrape against the floor.

‘You asking me on a lunch date, Nat?’

Bob looked at you, mouth agape before swallowing hard. You could see a flush in his cheeks already. How has this man made it so far in life?

‘Nah, but Bob is.’ Phoenix nodded toward him and settled back in her seat, thoroughly pleased with herself.

‘Morning Bob,’ you said softly, one side of your mouth lifting into a smile the way he liked so much.

‘Yeah lunch. Wanna do lunch?’ He sounded so unsure.

‘Totally, I’m in the mood for a burrito today.’

Bob nodded, smiling from ear to ear before turning back to face the front of the class.

*****

Bob felt his stomach rumbling as he sat at an empty table waiting for you. Scanning the room for anyone he might know, he picked out quite a few familiar faces. None of them yours. You were only a few minutes late. Checking his phone again for a new message, he was a little disappointed.

Loot: I’m caught up here, can you grab me a burrito and I’ll meet you there asap x

That little ‘x’. It was friendly, not necessarily romantic.

You’re overthinking every little thing, he thought. Now your nerves are shot!

Bob didn’t curse a whole lot but he felt he needed to right now. He hadn’t eaten at all day, he’d been too nervous.

When you walked through he door, his stomach did a somersault. You looked around until you spotted him, giving him a little wave and a smile as you made your way to the table.

‘Thanks for the burrito. So sorry I’m late.’

Bob waved the apology away. ‘You look nice today.’

‘So do you.’

‘Oh and extra guac on the side! Bob you are a dream.’

‘You said you liked things on the side for dipping,’ he nodded, remembering your animated monologue about lubricating your food with dips.

‘Handsome, smart and a good listener. I like having you around.’ You got right into that burrito. Bob watched you until he decided he looked a bit creepy.

‘You not hungry?’ Quizzically pointing over at his untouched lunch.

‘I am, I am.’ He forced down a mouthful. ‘Listen, I enjoyed our time together last week.’

Bob could see your face fall a little, ‘but?’

‘But?’ Bob repeated your question. ‘No, no but. I’m trying to ask you out again. You know? The boat idea?’

You sat back in your chair, relieved. ‘Why my mind go to rejection immediately?’

‘It’s usually me as the rejectee, not the rejecter.’ Bob shrugged.

A silence sat between you for a beat, you were both smiling at each other.

‘We can skip the boat date and go straight to making out in the supplies closet down the hall.’ You said it so casually that Bob glanced around to see if anyone had overheard.

‘The supply closet just down that hallway?’

“mmhmm,’ you kept eating.

Bob had seen people sneaking in and out of that closet, he was no fool, he just never thought it would be him sneaking in there.

Bob stood suddenly, towering over you in all of his 6 foot glory. He nodded his head toward the exit, face unreadable.

There was no mistaking what he was insinuating. You widened your eyes in response, squeezing your legs together in anticipation.

It was less than two minutes that Bob had been standing in the closet, neatly stacked shelves of cleaning products up to the ceiling, the chipped linoleum was spotless, he kicked at the worn out spot beneath him with the toe of his boot. Were you coming or was this a joke at his expense? It wouldn’t have been the first time a girl had told him to meet her somewhere and never show up.

Bob knew you weren’t like them, you weren’t mean. You were sweet. You and your bright smile, soft hair and wet mouth.

He looked up startled when the door was flung open, he almost expected to see a superior officer standing on the threshold, demanding to know why he was standing in a closet alone. But it was you. A breeze of your perfume came in right along with you, pulling the door closed, you kept your hand on on the knob. ‘You look surprised. But…you did invite me here, right?’ Voice like smoked caramel, that’s all he could think as he watched your mouth. He was hardly listening to what you were saying. He just wanted your mouth on his.

‘C’mere.’ Bob reached out a hand, placing it at the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. Lips meeting a crash. Soft sucking noises turned to heaving breathing, tongues moving against each other hesitantly.

Bob’s free hand grabbed at your waist, pulling you impossibly close. He had been making ‘mmm’ noises frequently enough to make you smile.

‘What are you smiling about?’ His voice muffled in your mouth, kissing down the column of your throat to let you answer, Bob just wanted to keep you close, keep kissing you. Hot skin under your collar turning damp as he sucked a little bruise right where no one but you would see when you took your shirt off.

‘I’m smiling coz I’m kissin’ you Bob. I’ve been thinking about you and me and doing this. And you make these sweet sounds when we’re making out.’ You had your head tipped back, eyes closed, both of your hands were now pulling at the back of his shirt, hoping to feel his skin, even just a sliver would do.

Bob’s mouth left your collarbone, he looked up at you through those birth control glasses, his lips moving like he was saying something that you couldn’t hear. ‘I…I…what?’ Cheeks pink under the horrid fluorescent light. His eyes were dazed, like he was waking up from a sweet dream.

‘You make these happy sounds in your throat,’ finger tips reaching out to touch his adam’s apple. ‘It really fuckin’ turns me on.’

Bob swallowed hard, not sure what to say. So he said nothing, he grabbed your chin and brought his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss.

‘How long we got left before lunch is done?’ Tongues meeting, hot breath fanning across your faces. You slipped your hands out of the white t-shirt Bob was wearing under his khaki shirt. He whimpered. ‘Probably cutting it close right now.’

Bob pressed his forehead to yours, making an effort to slow his breathing. Blood was rushing in his ears, cock straining against his zipper. He was dying to ask you to grab a hold of him but here was not the place and now was not the time.

It was you that moved first, holding your hands against his shoulders, ‘as much as I’d love to continue, we definitely need to get out of here and pretend like we weren’t sucking the face off of each other.’ A small laugh was shared between you.

‘I’ll go first, see if the coast is clear.’ Bob nodded in agreement, he needed a sec to adjust himself. He reached out for your hand, giving it a little squeeze. You squeezed back in a silent promise, ‘I’ll talk to you real soon.’

Your lips were a little swollen, your love bite only partially visible before you did up your button. Turning to say goodbye, you watched for a moment as Bob stuffed the back of his shirt back into his pants. If it were at all possible for you to be more horny for this man right now, he winked at you. He fucking winked at you.

Knees like jelly and a tide of arousal hitting you between your legs, you stuck your head out of the door and nodded.

‘Later Floyd.’

‘Yeah, see you later, Loot.’ Bob whispered, heart in his throat, wishing that you were still here.

You had been sitting at your desk for twenty minutes, sipping an impossibly hot coffee when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Deciding to ignore it, you were really trying to concentrate on the words on the screen, but your phone buzzed again.

Sighing, you took it out and saw two messages from Bob. A smile came easily, but you tried to keep your face neutral.

Bob: Ok, I rented a boat for Saturday, a row boat.

Bob: I’ll wear a sleeveless shirt so you can see my rippling muscles.

If there was no one else around, there would be some serious squeals of excitement filling the room. But you were a professional, so you smirked as you thought about how daring he must have felt to flirt with you over text. How bold he was to organise another date.

Loot: Perfect. But, I’ll only go if you don’t wear a shirt at all.

Bob: But then you’ll see my nipples.

You couldn’t help it, you giggled, causing your uber-serious desk neighbour to scowl at you.

Loot: Would you feel better if I didn’t wear a shirt either? That way our nipples could meet.

Bob saw your message and his throat dried up, Fanboy leaned over his shoulder, ‘hey who are you texting? Is it Loot? Tell her I said hi!’ Fanboy was forever cheerful.

‘Not the right time for that,’ Bob grumbled, moving his phone away from his friends view.

He’d never been good at flirting and he certainly had never been pursued by a woman like you, he wanted to get this right.

Bob: Whatever you wish, ma’am. I’m game.

His heart fluttered when you sent back a kiss emoji. He would row that boat naked for hours if it got him another make out session with you.

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