#tutor!bob floyd

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love - Part One

series masterlist | prologue | part two

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

word count.

2.3k

warnings.

kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

our two cuties finally met! and they both have a few lesser than holy thoughts about each other. these two are big nerds, so let's not forget that there will be a lot of big nerd talk in this series.

A hiss passed your lips as you hurried across campus. Coffee had spilled out of the hole of the lid of your cup, searing your hand a little. You weren’t sure why you thought you had time to get coffee, but you did anyway. After a late night of studying stats you needed a little kick. What you hadn’t needed was waking up fifty minutes late. You only had forty minutes to get ready, get coffee, and run all the way to the study room. 

You weren’t sure why you agreed to a study time so early. It felt like you couldn’t say no. This guy was helping you after all. So whatever time he picked, you agreed to. You just hadn’t expected the time to be nine in the morning. There was a reason why you mainly took afternoon classes, and this ‘Bob’ guy was about to find out. 

This was going to be the first time the two of you met. It had only been emails up to this point. A rush of excitement flowed through you at the thought. The way Professor Coleman had described him to you set your expectations high. An extremely smart kid from the Carolinas who was on the path of becoming an astrophysicist, just like Professor Coleman. A part of you was worried though, wondering if he might treat you how a majority of the other douchebags in the STEM fields did. 

You quickly, but quietly, opened the door to the library and rushed to the study rooms. Once you found the room you took a congratulatory sip of your coffee before entering. The handle of the door was cold against your skin, reminding you this was the only point you could back out. After you entered that room you would be stuck, getting tutoring lessons from a genius. And if you didn’t, well, you’d be giving up your hopes of becoming a hydrologist. 

Cool air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath. Your grip tightened on the handle, turning it slowly, then opening it. 

It was quiet, save the soft rustling of a few papers. The scene itself was intriguing. A lean looking guy leaned over the study table, fingers flipping through pages of a book. He didn’t even budge to look up at you, as if you weren’t even there. So you took more time to take him in. 

He had soft brown hair that waved and curled slightly at the edges. A solid gray colored flannel covered his upper body, a white t-shirt on underneath it. Wire rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. These beautiful ocean-like blue eyes that were staring at you. 

Oh fuck.

“Oh, hi, you're the hydrologist, right?” His voice had a soothing tone to it. 

“Yeah, and you’re the astrophysics guy, right?”

He let out a little chuckle, smiling while adjusting his glasses. 

“That’s me,” he offered out his hand as he stood up, “but you can call me Bob.”

You took his hand and shook it. It was softer than you anticipated, the shake and his skin. “It’s nice to meet you, Bob.”

The corners of his lips seemed to be pulled up in another smile, making your heart flutter. A part of you wished Professor Coleman would have told you he was this cute, but finding out on your own was proving to be entertaining. The soft pink tint to his cheeks was more than amusing, giving you a small boost in confidence. You slung your bookbag off your shoulder, setting it near one of the table legs while reaching for your chair. Without warning Bob scurried around, heading for your chair. He kindly pulled it out, offering the seat to you with a gesture of his hand. 

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” you assured him. 

All he did was nod as you sat down, helping push your chair in as you scooted closer to the table. Professor Coleman said he was nice and patient, but someone this gentlemanly was not what you expected. You rubbed the patch of skin behind your ear, a nervous tick you had had since middle school. Bob made his way across the table, sitting down across from you. He grabbed a few loose papers, fitting them into the book he was reading. It was only after he closed the book, pushing it off to the side that he focused on you again. 

“Coleman said you were having trouble with some physics?” He looked over at you, a more serious look on his face now. 

The pink tint to his cheeks had evaporated from his skin. The pad of your middle finger paused, softly sitting on the skin behind your ear. The nail of your middle finger scraped your skin lightly as you brought your hand down. After placing both of your hands onto the table, stretching your fingers out lightly, giving him an awkward look. 

“It's not really just some physics,” you broke an awkward smile, “it’s more like most of it.”

Bob raised an eyebrow at you. 

Yeah, you knew it was a lot. A part of you panicked, wondering if he was going to back out now. Or even make a comment about how physics tended to be harder for ‘your type’. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to say that, but men had surprised you before. 

“Okay,” Bob made a contemplative frown, “what physics are you good with?” 

There was a flutter in your chest. This was different. He was different. No one had ever asked what you were good at before, especially with the subject you struggled the most with. The closest thing you had got was Professor Coleman encouraging you after barely passing an exam. 

“I wouldn’t really say I’m good at any of it, more like what I’m okay at.” You offered him an awkward smile. 

“Okay, what are you okay with then?” Bob crossed his fingers, hands settled on the table. 

God, those hands were gorgeous. You thought everything about him was gorgeous, but his hands were an exceptional characteristic. The way they flexed in the slightest while he was flipping pages earlier. Veins prominent and begging for your attention. Your mind wandered for a moment, wondering what his hands might feel like to be all over your body. Roaming and grabbing at the expanses of your skin. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, then slowly pulled your fingers in to form a soft fist. You knocked your knuckles on the table lightly before responding. 

“Fluids and thermals,” you looked at him with a more serious look this time, “basically the only stuff that’s needed for my field of study. Or at least the stuff that I might use.” 

“I can work with that,” Bob smiled as he adjusted his glasses. 

A part of you panicked. What did he mean he could work with that? 

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t help the concern that bled into your tone. 

“Oh I, nothing, just trying to get an idea of what I’m going to study up on.” Bob said. 

Bob’s cerulean eyes stared into yours, a sincere look settled on his features. You could tell he was being earnest, no malicious intent behind his words. You hadn’t noticed the tension in your shoulders until then. Your guard was up and he just happened to be the one caught in the crossfire. His eyes flicked down to your hands, curled in fists. His hands parted, laying them palm flat on the table. 

“Why geology?” Bob asked with a smile. 

It seemed out of left field, but it helped to relieve your tension. Physics was the last thing on either of your minds for the rest of the session. The next two hours were filled with sips of your coffee and bouts of laughter. You spouted on and on about how even though the world always bounces back, we still need to put in the effort to maintain it while the human race is here. By the time you left you felt relieved, ready to trust Bob with teaching you the ways of electric currents and quantum physics. 

-

Bob felt like the breath had been knocked out of him from the moment you walked in the study room. Your disheveled appearance, backpack haphazardly slung over your shoulder, and coffee cup in hand was breathtaking. He didn’t mean to be awkward, but it couldn’t be avoided. Bob knew that he had always been awkward. So when Professor Coleman approached him for a tutoring opportunity, he was a little shocked. But he knew that Professor Coleman trusted him, so he would put his best efforts into this. 

Which was a little hard at first. Bob was so taken with you, wanting to know everything about you. He couldn’t help resist the urge to get up and get your chair for you, mentally kicking himself for such an odd gesture it came off as. He had barely known you for two minutes and he was already acting awkward. 

Bob could tell you were a little on guard, especially after the chair incident. The way your shoulders had tensed when he asked what type of physics you were good at. He wasn’t trying to shame you or anything of that nature, god no. He just needed to truly know what parts of physics you were decent with. It would allow for him to brush up on some of the other subjects he hadn’t used in a hot minute. Yeah, he was an astrophysics grad student but that didn’t mean he used all types of physics daily. 

Then he asked the fateful question of ‘why this degree’. 

Bob had been fascinated with space since he was a young child. Growing up he was gifted lego rocket sets for christmas, a telescope for his birthday, astronaut ice cream randomly. He had his eyes focused on being an astronaut as a child, but that all changed in middle school. After a field trip to a nearby museum with a space exhibit, he realized that being an astronaut wasn’t for him. He didn’t want to go to space, he wanted to be the person sending people to space. Being able to understand space enough to build something and have it survive the vacuum of space? That was the true dream. 

Hearing why people choose their degree and field of study always interested Bob. From his friend Mickey picking world languages to ‘bridge the gap’, or Bradley picking political science to travel the world, or Nat chemistry because it just clicked for her. But no matter who it was, they always had a compelling reason for him. Yours was the most compelling by far. 

Minerals and rocks had always fascinated you, but water? The way it was all interconnected? Now that was your favorite thing, and it was captivating to Bob. The way you talked about how you knew you had been spoiled growing up in the Great Lakes region. Fresh water being so abundant that the idea of a drought or water shortage had never crossed your mind. Bob could feel your passion ebb and flow as you spoke about it more and more. 

Bob had to take geology for his undergrad, but nothing in depth. Hearing you talk about a section of science he was familiar with but not completely knowledgeable of was exciting. All the gaps from his class years ago were being filled. Water was so simple yet so complex. They way you animatedly talk about it, making barely decipherable diagrams with your hands, trying to explain to him in the best way. It was cute. 

Bob flushed at the thought. Only to be saved when you checked your phone. That led to him checking his own, realizing you two were five minutes of the allotted study time. 

“Ah shit, I’m sorry I used up all the time,” you apologized while getting out of your chair. 

“It’s fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time either.” Bob grabbed his books, placing them in his backpack. 

He watched you stand up, tossing your coffee cup in the wastebasket then tossing your bag over your shoulder once more. Bob couldn’t help but stare at you, focusing on more of your features. The way the harsh fluorescent lighting made you glow like an angel. The college campus sweater you had on must have been one size bigger, creating a little bit of a baggy look. The way your athletic leggings were hugging your legs, making his mind wander slightly. He wanted to know what your legs might look like uncovered, potentially wrapped around his waist too. 

Bob looked away when his eyes flicked back to yours. He still had to give you his number after all of this too. He scratched the back of his neck, “Can I give you my number?” 

“Oh yeah, of course, I meant to ask you for it earlier,” a big smile pulled across your lips. 

Bob felt his heart swell when you smiled. Bob took your phone after you offered it to him, typing his number in under the new contact layout. You took it back from him, adding a little pair of glasses after his name unknowingly to him, before typing out a small text. 

“There I sent you a text.” 

Bob checked his phone seeing a new text notification. 

“Got it,” Bob said with a smile. 

“So, I’ll see you next time?” You asked. 

“Yeah, you’ll see me next time.” Bob answered. 

He watched you leave the study room before he grabbed his own book bag. He placed a strap on each shoulder, making sure his bag was secured to his back before leaving. He made his way out of the library and into the hallway, heading to meet with Professor Coleman. Before he walked into Coleman’s classroom he checked his phone to properly read your text. 

hey starboy

Without a second thought Bob created your contact, adding the wave emoji after your name.

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[bobgasm]

oral technique [part two] | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 2449 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], oral sex [f & m receiving], reader rides bob’s face in a parking lot, a mind blowing blowjob, male moaning, whimpering, bob has a praise kink, bob gets head, bob’s a virgin in this, it’s pure filth

summary: in which you give bob head

author’s note: @attapullman convinced me to write this a while ago. everyone say “thank you morgan” 🤭

part one | oneshot | masterlist 

If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that you never wanted to be “just friends” with Bob. You’d had feelings for him for a while, enjoying the time you spent together that made your feelings develop tenfold. 

He was smart, usually the smartest person in the room. His shyness and shy nature made it seem like whoever commandeered the conversation ruled him out of the running. But you knew – he’d mumble under his breath with correct facts, never needing anyone else to confirm for him. He didn’t want the recognition, or everyone’s attention on him. 

But you? He craved your attention. He enjoyed the smug grin you wore whenever he corrected someone. The look you shared with him whenever the person he was correcting was Hangman. You understood he didn’t like being the centre of attention, and so you basked in his victory quietly. 

A game of truth or drink brought forth your feelings for someone in the circle. While everyone tried to ask you questions about who it was, you’d always take a sip as you held Bob’s gaze. You understood how embarrassed he’d feel if the entire group knew; the merciless teasing and insistence on setting the two of you up. The way you viewed it, he’d act on it once he was ready to, once your hints and lingering touches became more obvious. 

You hadn’t been surprised to watch Bob drink when the question about virginities came into play one night. He was a private person, and if he didn’t want to talk about his experience – or lack thereof, – you’d do what you could to draw the attention away from him. Even if that meant over exaggerating your own experience, everyone was quick to move on and forget that Bob had drank instead of telling a story. 

It was how Bob decided to confide in you, and you soon learnt that he was still a virgin. He’d told you with his head hung in shame, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. You hadn’t made fun of him, no. Instead, you’d offered to teach him how to go down on a woman. 

By practicing on you. 

Sure, it was fuelling your own agenda, but Bob was eager to learn and you were more than willing. 

Your mind still spun in circles whenever you remembered that night. The way his hands and mouth felt on you, inside you. His lust-blown pupils and crooked glasses, hair a mess from your hands and your slick coating his chin when you finally let him up. 

“You taste so good,” he’d uttered, mouth barely an inch from your heat as he’d made the confession. You replayed it over and over again whenever your fingers expertly brought you over the edge. 

You wanted him again, of course you did. Your skin felt alive whenever you were in close proximity to him, his cheeks always rosy whenever you looked in his direction. Your little secret. 

He drove you wild. 

He’d told you about his crush, and you’d finally confessed to yours. He’d been bashful and shy, asking, “wait, really?” It made you chuckle as you tenderly cupped his face and said, “yeah, Bobby, really.”

Getting it out in the open had been the first step. Sure, you’d skipped a bunch by offering to teach him how to eat you out, but it had been more than worth it. Since then, he’d asked for more “tutoring sessions,” which you were more than happy to oblige with. 

It had reached the point where you’d catch him staring at you hungrily from across the room and you’d make an excuse about being tired. Bob would offer to drive you home, and he’d wind up with his mouth on your cunt, making you scream his name. 

Tonight was much the same, except Bob was feeling a lot more confident about himself around you. He’d softly kissed the skin behind your ear as he’d given you a hug. His fingers wandered dangerously high under your dress. But tonight you had a plan to pitch a new idea to him, something new you could show him instead. 

You wanted to switch places. You wanted to be the one on your knees, driving him wild with your mouth and hands. You wanted to make him come undone and listen to all the pretty noises he’d make. 

You announced you were feeling tired not too long after catching Bob ogling your chest. He was being discreet about it, to the point you knew all your friends were oblivious, but you caught him. He blushed something fierce before offering to drive you home. 

You had a routine down pat. No one questioned the two of you leaving together. No one questioned the blush on Bob’s cheeks. They all assumed he had a crush and would never act on it, but they underestimate you. Your own crush on Bob that only he knew about. 

Outside, you marched towards Bob’s car with purpose, but he was hot on your heels. 

“Eager, are we?” He asked cockily, catching your hand and spinning you around. Pressing his body against yours as he backed you up against the door, hands on your thighs under your dress. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, giving you almost what you wanted. You let out a small whine, “Bob,” and he chuckled. 

“Here?” He teased, sliding his hands further under your dress. “Anyone could catch us.”

“Doesn’t it excite you just a little bit?” You countered, hands fisting his shirt as you cocked your head to the side. “The thought of me riding your face in a parking lot? On your knees, Lieutenant.”

Bob groaned as he sank to his knees on the gravel ground. He didn’t care about the large stone beneath his left kneecap. All he cared about was having you fuck his face and making you cum harder than you ever have before. 

He started with the soft kisses along your thighs, fingertips pushing up the material of your dress as he inched his way higher. His mouth was hot against your already warm skin, teeth nipping and tongue laving at your soft skin. Your thighs were covered in his little ministrations, marks of his time spent between your legs making you come undone over and over and over again. 

He kissed you over the material of your panties, taking a deep inhale of your delicious sex as he moved the material to the side. 

“Spread your legs a little more,” he instructed, shuffling himself forward a little more. He wanted you perched on his face properly.

You did as he said, leaning back against the side of the car. One hand tangled itself in his hair, the other lifted your dress so you could see him. Bob wasted no time licking a bold stripe up your centre, flattening his tongue so he could taste all of you. 

You whimpered as he found your swollen nub, his tongue dancing over it. Tasting, teasing. 

He’d become more bold in his actions since his initial first time eating you out. You’d taught him what you liked, the failsafe combination of his mouth on your clit and two fingers hooked inside your cunt, drawing out an orgasm time and time again. But he’d wanted to try more, make shared experiences. You’d been more than willing to let him practice. More than willing to accept any time he wanted to spend with his face buried in your cunt. 

You gasped as he stiffened his tongue and pressed into your tight entrance, arms hooked under your legs as you felt him bear your weight. The delicious squelching and slurping had your head falling back against the door with a soft ‘thunk’ that didn’t stop him. He moaned against you as you started bucking your hips, grinding your clit against his nose. 

The gates to heaven were at the apex between your thighs and Bob’s tongue held the key. 

“Bob,” you gasped, feeling the coil in your abdomen tighten. 

But he didn’t stop. He helped guide your hips when your thrusts grew weaker, your hand growing tighter in his hair to the point of pain, making him moan against you one more time. 

“‘m so close, baby,” you purred. “Fuck, just like that. Such a good boy.”

Bob’s groan was low and guttural, your words spurring him on. His cock strained against his pants almost painfully. His own hips bucking for any kind of friction as you used his face to come, body shuddering without any further warning and your slick gushing from your cunt with a vengeance. 

He slurped and gulped and moaned up a storm as your legs closed around his head, eyes blinking out spots in your vision. 

When he felt you gently stroking his hair, he helped you lower your legs to the ground before he gazed up at you. His glasses were askew, pupils lust-blown and and goofy, fucked out smile on his face. The lower half of his face was still covered with remnants of your orgasm, as well as spotted across the dark material of his shirt. 

“Such a good boy,” you repeated, just to watch his eyelids flutter close under the praise. “C’mon.”

You helped him stand, admiring the wet patch staining his jeans. The first time he’d cum while eating you out, he’d been embarrassed. Now he felt pride, that getting you off was enough to get him off. You never made him feel bad for it, but you were hoping he’d be ready to go again by the time you got home. 

Bob happily drove, holding your hand while you rested in the front seat. The silence was peaceful, and by the time you made it to Bob’s place, he kissed you hungrily. 

“Want you to ride my face properly,” he told you. “Straddling my face while you use me to get off.”

Your breath hitched at the idea, your hands tangled in his hair as you tasted yourself on his lips. You shared a moan as he pressed you up against the door of his apartment, fumbling to get the key in the lock so you could continue inside. 

“I have a better idea,” you told him, voice sultry as you kissed along his jaw, lips brushing against his air. “I want to reward you for being such a good boy.”

Bob whimpered as the key turned in the lock before the door opened. He held onto you as you stumbled a bit before kicking the door closed. 

“What’s that?” He asked, voice thick with desire. 

“Get on the couch, baby,” you instructed, watching him drunkenly stumble towards the couch and plop down. You slowly walked towards him, his eyes tracking you. His breath came out ragged as you reached for a decorative cushion and knelt on it in front of him. 

“Oh, I–you don’t,” he stammered, swallowing thickly as you ran your hands up and down his thighs, slowly parting his legs. 

“You’re always so good to me, baby. I wanna be good for you.”

Bob moaned as your hands reached for the button on his jeans. “Please. Please,” he begged. “Fuck, I don’t–I won’t last.”

His breath came in short pants as you peered up at him. 

“It’s not about lasting long, baby. It’s about getting you off. Enjoying the feeling of my mouth,” you assured him. “Please? Please can I suck your cock?”

He keened in response. “Yes, fuck. Please.”

You smiled sweetly, enjoying how wound up he already was at the prospect of your mouth on his cock. He lifted his hips without much prompting, helping you to remove his soiled pants and underwear. His cock sprang to life and rested heavy against his stomach. Thick and long with an angry red tip and droplets of cum streaking down his length. 

You rubbed your hands along his thighs, nails lightly raking down to just above his knees, still spotted with dents from the gravel. His cock twitched as you pressed a kiss to his pubic bone, a soft gasp falling past his lips. 

You lightly wrapped your hand around his cock, peering up at him through your lashes as you licked and sucked his balls. Bob’s hips bucked of their own accord as you started to stroke your hand up and down his shaft. Precum oozed from his slit with each stroke from base to tip. 

Taking a page from Bob’s own oral handbook, you licked him from base to tip, tongue delving into the puddle of precum. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he whined, doing his best to watch your delicious assault on his cock. 

You wrapped your lips around his tip and hummed, laying your tongue flat against the sensitive underside and gently sucking. Your mouth salivated as he groaned, hands fisting the couch cushion beneath him and you reached for one of them, bringing it up to your hair. 

“Guide me slowly,” you instructed. “Find my limits.”

You let your spit trickle down his length, saving more in your mouth before you took him in again. He gently urged your head further down, eyes widening as his cock slowly disappeared in your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby,” he panted. “Takin’ me so well.”

You moaned around him, watching his head fall back at the sensation. You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, the other lightly playing with his balls. Working him into a state you’d only dreamed of. 

When you gagged around his cock, his eyes flew open and his grip lessened in your hair. You held his gaze even as your eyes watered and you worked to take him in further. 

When you slowly lifted your head, a large bridge of spit from your mouth to his cock had you grinning. You hands continue working his cock. 

“How you feeling, baby?” You asked him. 

“Good, so good,” he moaned, your thumb rubbing circles at the ridge under his cock. “Fuck, I need your mouth.”

You hummed as you obliged, sucking the tip of his cock while you continued to jerk him off. Slowly taking more of him into your mouth as he guided your head. Starting to quicken your motions as his hips bucked and his balls pulled in tight. 

“I’m close. I’m gonna–fuck,” he grunted, whining as you continued your blissful assault until his seed filled your mouth. Hand wound tightly in your hair as you pulled off him with a ‘pop’, mouth full of his salty cum as you swallowed his load. 

You hummed, swiping at the corner of your mouth before sucking it clean. 

“Good boys should always be rewarded,” you praised. 

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[ohtobeleah]

One Hit Wonder // Bob Floyd

Summary: Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise.

Warnings: Harassment. Mentions of pregnancy. Violence resulting in death. Bob Floyd x F!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: Day Fifteen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Self Defense. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise. 

He wasn’t the most popular kid in high school. Sure he had his buddies, the odd teacher who’d check in on him from time to time to see how he was doing and the occasional overzealous cheerleader who’d try to wear his glasses on a dare. But the ever looming threat that was the majority of the school football and lacrosse teams still managed to shine through all Bob's weak safety nets. 

Knowing he didn’t have the constitution, the strength or the ability to protect himself against six or seven football players at any given time, Bob used his critical thinking skills and offered free tutoring for anyone who promised not to beat him up behind the quad on his way out. 

It worked in high school and all throughout university, it never seemed to phase him all that much during the Naval Academy though because everyone was there for the same reason. Every person on base had a shared interest. It didn't matter what you were eventually going to do—everyone was there for one special goal. To pass basic. So, for a while—Robert Floyd got to let his guard down. He got to just enjoy existing instead of trying to safeguard his existence.

“Is there a reason that you’re staring at me?” Bob didn't realise he’d spaced out until your voice was pulling him back from a perfectly designed world where he, of all people, got the pretty girl standing just a few metres away from him minding her own business. You were standing across the kitchen of his buddies flat. He’d just moved in and Bob was spending the weekend catching up before he was being stationed out to lemoore. 

In Bob's mind you were beautiful. He’d never seen such a beautiful woman before. And he really didn't mean to stare, but your laugh was like a siren call, calling him over to fall in love over and over and over again with the beautiful woman standing across the kitchen. 

“Do I have something on my face or is my top just a little too revealing and you have a perfect shot at my chest?” You were only being sarcastic, but it wouldn’t surprise you if the man with baby blue eyes agreed with your statement. 

But he didn’t, which was even more surprising. 

“Oh no–” Bob's eyes widened at your accusation, he felt like he couldn't breathe as he took a step backwards in a non threatening manner. “I just thought you had really nice–” Before Bob could finish his sentence, you were jumping in to finish it. 

“Tits?” 

“Eyes–” Bob corrected you immediately. He didn’t want you believing he was some sort of pervert before he even had the chance to properly introduce himself. “I think you have really nice eyes.” You had to smile to yourself a little at the sight of the obviously flustered man who stood across the small kitchen from you. He seemed harmless enough. “I’m Bob—“

“Y/n—“ It’s how the two of you met, in that dingy little apartment in that kitchen that couldn’t have fit more than three people in it at any one time. But Bob knew that you were going to be his wife someday—he didn’t know exactly how he was going to pull that trigger or how in the world he was going to get you to fall in love with him, but he knew. 

And you weren’t sure what exactly it was, but the way Bob made you feel effortlessly beautiful and naturally loved had you dropping to your knees to cup his flushed cheeks when he nervously asked you to marry him right after he got back from a mission he swore could have been his last. 

“You and the little guy are all I need.” Bob whispered against your lips when you kissed him so passionately it nearly knocked him off balance. “I love you so much, just wanna be yours till my dying days.” 

“Robert Floyd, you are my best friend, I love you so so much!” 

The wedding was set to be a pretty simple ceremony in a registry office. You didn’t want the fuss that came with a full disclosure wedding. It was supposed to be just you and Bob and your witness. Everything would have been perfect, simple and efficient. 

But then your soon to be husband was given his new posting, and that saw you and Bob packing up your lives in Lemoore to settle in North Island, where a whole new can of worms opened for the two of you. 

“You’re getting married!?” You knew it was Phoenix, Bob always spoke so highly of her. “Holy Cannoli I hope you don’t plan on going swimming with that thing on.” She teased as she took you into a warm embrace. “You’ll sink to the bottom.” 

“I’d been saving since we met.” Bob interjected as Phoenix stepped back and took in the sight of you. “We’re expecting in January, little guys coming around Y/n’s birthday.” 

“Bob—“ Phoenix cooed as you reached out to place her hand on your stomach, Natasha Trace was the first of the dagger’s to formally be introduced to you. “You never said anything.” The bird strike hit all the more harder now. Phoenix knew she carried precious cargo but now the stakes were even higher. Bob had a fiancée and a baby boy on the way. “Why didn’t you tell us, tell me?” 

“I just wanted to protect what was most important to me.” Bob answered quickly. He always kept you close to his heart, always. “Y/n here, she’s my best friend, always has been since she swore I was being a creeper.” You had to chuckle at the memory of the night the two of you first met. “But you guys, Fanboy, Rooster, Packback, Coyote—even Hangman but don’t go saying that out loud, are my family now too—and I want my family to know who’s the most important person to me.” Bob paused for a moment but both you and Phoenix knew what he was about to say before he said it. “Just in case something happens to me, you guys are gonna be her family too.” 

“We’ve got her Bob.” Phoenix cooed as she brought you in for a gentle hug once more. “It’s so  nice to meet you.” 

You had to take a second to really sink in the moment. These were the people who swore every day to protect your fiancé. These were the people he truly considered family. These were his people and in turn they were yours. And it truly sunk in as a rowdy group of men burst through the Hard Deck front doors. These were Bob's people. 

“I’m so happy to meet the woman who keeps my best friend coming home every night.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Well well well–” It was the Texan tone that gave the cock sure aviator away as he came up beside you. “I gotta say, you sure look mighty fine this evening, Mrs Floyd.” Jake cooed as he stood beside you, watching as you ran a gentle hand across your growing baby bump. 

“Thanks Hangman.” You chuckled softly as you watched your soon to be husband over at the bar with Rooster and Fanboy. He looked so happy, so full of life and excitement. “I feel like a blimp but I appreciate the compliment.” It had only been about a month or so since you had settled into your new surroundings. You and Bob would have loved to have been married by now, but the Daggers had other ideas when you had dropped the bomb on them that you were going to do an elopement style ceremony at a registry office. No fuss, no extra expenses, just the two of you and all the love you could possibly give one another. 

But here you were, at your joint Bach party that Hangman and Rooster had every so kindly set up for the long weekend. How in the hell they had managed to get the entire dagger squad the weekend off was beyond you–but nevertheless you were thankful for the experience. Even if you were pregnant in Vegas with a bunch of Naval Aviators running a muck in the casino. 

“How’s the baby on board going?” Jake asked as he hooked his arm with yours and walked with you over to the bar. 

“He feels like some fries and a virgin mango magatia if you're really wondering.” You smirked as Jake pulled out his wallet from the pocket of his jeans. He should have seen that one coming. “

“Coming right up.” Jake made sure you were situated up on the stool beside your soon to be husband before he left you to fetch your food. Bob couldn't take his eyes off you whenever you were in his proximity. He couldn't breathe at the sight of you in that bodycon dress. The white one that screamed bride to be. But the sash slung across your shoulder did that too, as did his own. Only his said Groom and wasn't as pretty on him as it was on you. 

“Hangman getting you some food baby?” Bob cooed as he kissed your cheek. 

“Yep, and my feet are killing me.” You sighed as you leaned in to rest your head on Bob's shoulder. “But I'm so glad we’re doing this, getting this opportunity.” 

“They're good people aren't they?” Bob didn't drink, but he had been nursing a rum and coke for about half an hour now. The ice had mentled and watered it down, which made it easier for him to sip on. “Reckon spuds gonna like them?” 

“Yeah, they are.” You agreed kindly as you watched Rooster and Fanboy carry on over tequila shots. “They needed this more than us, this weekend–but they did it for us.” Bob nodded as he let his hand fall to your stomach. “And yeah–Spuds gonna love them, but not as much as he’s gonna love his dad.” 

“You know husband and father were two things I thought I'd never be.” Bob admitted to you quietly as he kissed your hair on top of your head as you sat with him up at the bar, surrounded by drunk idiots ready to waste their money. “So thankyou for giving me the chance to become both.” You simply answered by picking your head up off Bob's shoulder and kissing him softly. He was the life of your life, your best friend, your life partner and father of your child. “I love you, my bride to be.” 

Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise. So as you smiled up at him and brushed his hair behind his ear, Bob was very in tune with the man off to the left of the bar who had been watching you ever since Jake had helped you waddle over. 

“You’re such a dork, I love you.” Your voice echoed around in Bob’s head as the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention. His guy was practically undressing you with his eyes. But once again, Bob Floyd was a pacifist. So until it became a problem to worry about? There was no problem to worry about. 

“I love you more.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“PAYBACK!” You sat at the blackjack table with wide eyes watching as the daggers cashed in their chips. “You can't be serious, that's all your money!” Bob's hand gripped at your thigh beside you, he wasn't paying with much but he had a few chips to play. 

“Yeah and I could double it, mama.” The term of endearment was something the entire squad used. You loved it, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy and accepted by your Fiance’s friends. “And if I double it I'm giving it to you and Bob for the honeymoon you two are insistent on not having.”  

“We’re gonna have a newborn man, it's not the time.” Bob sighed, he’d tried to explain it a few times before now that the timing of it all wasn't right. The two of you would save for a rainy day and once your son was a little bigger, the three of you would go on a family holiday. “Keep your money.” 

“Yeah, it's really not necessary Payback, honest.” You smiled as you got up from your seat at the black blackjack table. “I'm gonna go pee, I’ll be right back, Bob honey will you text me if you guys move?” Bob was going to ask if you wanted him to come with you, he would have asked, but he knew what the answer would be. You were fiercely independent, and even a quick trip to the bathroom alone made you feel like you could take on the world. Especially now with a whole human growing inside of you. So, Bob nodded and agreed, he didn't bother to ask. 

“Course love.” 

Bob watched as you waddled away, the love of his life, his best friend, the mother of his unborn child. You were his entire world and there wasn't a single thing on this planet he wouldn't do for you. 

“Are you excited man?” Payback asked as he counted his chips. “You're gonna be a dad, how wild is that?” 

“I'm nervous, that's for sure.” Bob sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “But yeah–I’m excited, I'm really excited and I'm ready to be there for whatever those two ever need ever.” 

“She's one beautiful woman man i'll give you that.” Payback added. “You’re good for one another, you bring out the best in each other.” Bob knew all this already, The two of you had been together for five beautiful years. And in those five years there had been many men that had tried to take you away from him. But you always chose Bob and that gave him comfort and reassurance in his place by your side. It was your world after all and he was just happy to live in it. And as Bob caught the sight of the same man approaching you as you walked away from the blackjack table that had been lingering around you by the bar, he stood up to head after you. 

“She thought I was staring at her boobs the first night we met.” Bob added as he chuckled at the memory. It was his favourite, it was hard to beat the first time he ever laid eyes on his soon to be wife. 

“Were you?” Payback asked curiously as the dealer got ready to start the next game.” Staring at her tits?” Bob thought about it for a moment before he nodded. 

“Yeah, a little.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

These days it was getting harder and harder to waddle around by yourself, but you enjoyed the independence of it all. You hadn’t even made it to the bathrooms before a man was approaching you on your way. You tried to avoid his eye line but even when you averted his gaze he was still honed in on you. 

“I couldn't help but to notice the sash.” He paused at your side and turned on his heels, walking with you towards the bathroom. “Getting married?” 

“Well if you noticed the sash and could read basic english you'd know the answer to that question already, wouldn't you.” You grumbled as you waddled down the hall with a hand over your bump. 

“Very true, very true.” He replied, keeping in step with your stride. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink? Non-alcoholic unless you’re into that kinda thing.” That's when you had to stop yourself from putting one foot in front of the other just to process what exactly was going on. 

“I'm sorry, but are you trying to hit on a pregnant woman who's clearly on her bachelorette party?” You laid it out as clear as day for the man who smirked at you, he was basically undressing you with his eyes. 

“What can I say, I have a thing for pregnant women.” 

“Well I can assure you, this pregnant woman is not interested.” You hissed as you began waddling to the nearby bathroom again. “I appreciate the flattery, really, but I'm happily engaged, committed and very satisfied as you can probably see the consequences of.”  

As you tried to walk away from the man who had been following you around the casino all night reached out to grab your arm. In shock you paused and turned to frown at him. 

“Listen you little bitch I was just being fucking nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth as he leaned into your personal space. “You dont get to talk to me like that, blow me off like I’m some fucking dork.” 

“She actually has a thing for dorks man so I can assure you she would be blowing you off if she thought you were one.” Thank god Bob had followed you because right now independence was the last thing you were in search of. “Let go of my wife.” It made your heart skip a beat at the mention of you being Bob's wife. It must have just slipped in the heat of the moment but the man did as he was told. 

“You're marrying him?” The man laughed obnoxiously in your face, it was clear he was intoxicated, you could smell it on his breath and see it swirling in his eyes. 

“She is.” Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise. “So how about you back off and I'll grab you a cup of coffee, you look like you need one man.” 

“Your wife here's really pretty.” He snickered to himself as he pushed your hair behind your ear. “I could cum in my pants just thinking about all the nasty things I'd wanna do with her.” As the man looked over at Bob, you took the opportunity to slap him straight across the face. The impact echoed in the hall and even Bob felt the sting. It was a solid slap, hard enough for him to let go of your arm so that you could walk away towards where Bob stood. “You fucking bitch!” 

“I'm okay.” You reassured him. “Let's just get out of here.” 

“I've got you.” Bob cooed as he checked you over quickly with panic filled eyes. “I'm here, I've got you.” They checked over every visible part of you before he pulled you into him for a hug so loving and protective, his chin grazed the top of your head as he eyed off the man who had been harassing you. “Come near my wife again and we’re gonna have problems man, I'm not kidding, stay away from her.” 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” It must have been the bruised ego, but there was a definite switch that had been flipped inside the mind of this man you didn't even know the name of. “You mother fucker!” Bob knew this was escalating far too quickly, he needed to get you out of the way. So he turned his back on the man who was running right at him with balled fists and anger written in the wrinkles on his face. 

Robert Floyd turned his back on the danger running right at him. He couldn't offer tutoring sessions or use critical thinking skills to alter the course of the next few moments, because all he could think about was making sure he protected you. His best friend, the mother of his child. 

“Bob!” You gasped as he shoved you just enough to get you out of the way. You didn't see when Bob turned sharply to get one good and solid right hook in against the man's cheek, but he did. He got one punch–his only punch ever thrown. But to defend his wife, in self defence, Bob would do just about anything. Bradley Bradshaw had been coming out of the bathroom himself when he saw the hit play out. It was like time slowed down entirely as Bob pushed you away as gently as he could to keep you from being attacked.

“I told you to stay away from her!” Bob shouted as the man stumbled back slightly off balance. “Next time I'm not gonna ask you again pal–” His knuckles were throbbing, but Bob expected that. He’d never throw a punch in self defence before. “Go get a drink of water before I call security.” In Bob's own way, it was his way of still seeing the very good in everybody, you admired him for that. But something didn't seem right as Bob turned around to head back towards you, shaking his hand and mouthing a soft ‘Ow” your way. 

Bob had defended his family and he didn't feel sorry about it for a second, if anything he had a hard on and just wanted to get back to the hotel so he could ravage you. But Bob's single hit had done nothing but anger the man further. It didn't do much to stop the man from slamming his fist as hard as he could into the back of Bob's head. 

“Fucking cunt!” The man shouted as Bob stumbled forward and smacked his head on the corner of the wall. You wouldn't hear anything over your own screams. You couldn't see anything past the tears in your eyes and you couldn't see the man running down the hall with security right on his tail. 

But you saw the blood, the thick crimson blood that had begun to leak out of Bob's head from the impact of the hit he’d sustained. Bile rose in your throat as you sank to your knees before him as he laid on his stomach, bleeding profusely from his head. 

“Oh no–” You didn't know what to do. “Bob honey.” 

“I love you.” It was struggled, but you heard him. “I love you, my wife, my child.” 

“Bob?’ You coraked out. “Baby open your eyes.” You begged Bob as he laid skill in a pool of his own blood. “Oh god Bob no!” Panic had begun to take over your body as you tried to wake up the father of your baby boy. “Bob, open your eyes! Please baby, you're okay.” Again you tried to shake him as hands came to touch your shoulder. 

“Holy crap, Y/n–” Rooster gasped as he tried to find a pulse. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!” He shouted at the people now surrounding the scene in the hall. You couldn't breathe, but you could feel Bob's blood on your hands as you wiped them against your dress. 

“Baby wake up, come on you're okay, I know you are–” People don't just die like this do they? One minute they're there and the next second they’re gone. This doesn't happen right? It couldn't happen to you? Could it? “Bob, I love you, you love me, if you love me you'll wake up, you have to! You can't leave me here, not like this baby this isn't how you leave.” 

“Holy fuck what the hell happened!” Jake asked as he raced over. He was the one who pulled you back as Bradley did as he could to see if he could find a pulse. He couldn't. “Y/n, Y/n, listen to me, are you hurt? Is that your blood?” Jake frantically searched over you to see if you were bleeding, but as it turned out, it was just Bob's blood. “Bradshaw what the hell happened!?”

“He was sucker punched.” Was all Rooster said. “I dont even know if he got a shot in first but that son of a bitch fucking hit him!” 

“He was just here.” You mumbled as you shook in Jake's arms, clearly in shock. “He was just here, he can't be gone, he's just hurt.” Jake held you in his arms as you cried out for Bob, the love of your life, the father of your child and your best friend. “He cant be gone, he was just being Bob.” Jake locked eyes with Bradley as he looked over his shoulder. He shook his head, Bob wasn't breathing. 

“You're gonna be okay–” You weren't stupid. You knew that Jake had said you and not Bob, because he couldn't say Bob. He couldn't give you that hope. “We’ve got you, we promised.” Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise. 

But in this case, he did just enough to keep his family safe. The family he’d never get to see grow old.  ***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

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Friends Don't [Masterlist]

Summary: Bob has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late? 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid] 

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Status: Series is complete

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Overview

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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[vivalas-vega]

Hello again! It's Syd 🥰🩷

I sent an ask a few days ago but I just saw your post about sending more so here I am! (& good luck on your journey quitting vape, you got this!! 🩷)

Here's an idea:

(Could be with bob, nat, jake, roost, it's up to you really) Reader just got home from work and starts rambling about work gossip with her partner while getting undressed to take a shower. The partner stops paying attention to the story as she lifts her shirt and takes off her pants, ogling at the brand new set of lingerie they had never seen her wearing before.

Reader is busy walking around the room gathering her skin care products & pajamas while going off on a tangent about a particularly annoying coworker. Noticing her partner isn't responding, she playfully asks "are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?", finally turning to find her lover on the edge of the bed with a dreamy look on their slightly flushed face, reaching for her as they ask "is that a new set...?"

Could be just fluffy with a hint of suggestive or smutty😌 feel free to change it anyway you want it!

hello !!! thank you so much for sending this request in and I'm so sorry that it took me an unreasonable amount of time to post !!! but, my first Bob fic ! this just screamed Bob to me, I took some creative liberties but I hope I did your request justice!

focus / bob floyd x reader

word count: 1k (short and sweet!)

warnings: a little spicy at the end but otherwise pretty pg-13!

“Bob, you home?” you asked, shutting the front door behind you as you dropped your keys in the bowl and slipped out of your heels and coat. Excitement had been radiating throughout your body, threatening to rattle you apart from the inside out the entire drive home. You were sitting on a rather juicy piece of intel you’d been counting down the seconds to be able to share with your partner… the first and usually only person you told anything and everything.

“Bedroom, honey!” You heard him call out and you raced down the hallway, bursting into the room with sheer glee written all over your face. “Good day at work?” he asked, amusement creeping into his tone.

“No, not at all actually. Remember that case I’ve been working on I regretfully cannot tell you anything about? Client withheld something major and I spent the entirety of my day reworking the whole thing… after I’d just done that yesterday.”

“Then what has you so excited?” He watched as you took off your watch and earrings, delicately placing them in their respective homes atop your dresser. The book he’d been reading was abandoned the second he heard your voice echo throughout your shared home. If you were even remotely in his presence there was nothing else that could hold his focus, not that he would have wanted anything else to take precedence over you anyways.

“So, in the break room today I overheard something I definitely wasn’t supposed to, regarding a certain coworker and her husband.” you started, eyebrows raised as you watched the excitement on his face mirror your own as he shifted down the bed to listen with rapt attention.

“Please tell me this is about Denise,” he almost begged. This particular saga of workplace drama was a personal favorite of you two.

“Oh, is it ever. She was on the phone with her husband in very hushed tones arguing about the pick up and drop off schedule for their kids when she suddenly said ‘this has nothing to do with him’.” you continued, placing your blazer in the hamper.

“Him, as in the kids tutor, right?” he asked and you nodded. 

“Mmhm,” you confirmed. “But the real pièce de résistance of this story is who made an impromptu stop by the office today… with flowers.” You’d already discarded your silk camisole and were sliding your favorite slacks off… a beautiful shade of emerald green fitted perfectly to your body before flaring out and creating the illusion your legs were a mile long. They weren’t just your favorite though, and you were completely unaware of the way Bob’s eyes tracked their movement down your curves into their puddle on the floor where you bent over to pick them up and he suddenly felt as if the room had gotten warmer.

“Is that so?” he asked, while his attention was hung on your every word a few moments ago, if you’d asked him any follow up questions on what you’d just said he’d have no response… he was far more interested in the black lace adorning your body, particularly in the fact that it was unrecognizable to him.

“Mmhm,” you hummed again, still blind to the way your boyfriend was looking at you as you moved around the room, lost in your after-work routine of shedding your work persona before your shower. “It’s as if she’s unaware of the fact that we all know, or maybe she is aware and just doesn’t care. It’s incredibly ballsy. You know, I actually like her husband, of course I know nothing of their home life and I know better than anyone the public façade can be polar opposite from the reality behind closed doors but he does seem like one of the good ones.” You’d paused for his response, expecting agreement or a snarky quip but when you were met with silence you turned around to find his eyes far lower than you anticipated. “Bob? Are you even listening to me?” you asked, pretending to be annoyed but really you were anything but as you saw the lovesick look on his face.

His head snapped up, eyes wide like a man caught, “sorry sweetheart, I just… is this a new set?” he asked, swallowing harshly as his hands reached out and caught your hips, tugging you to stand in between his legs. He was looking up at you with pure adoration, the kind that knocked all the air from your lungs and rendered you almost speechless. Your first meeting by chance at the Hard Deck all those months ago had done nothing to prepare you for the man before you… timid glances and bashful smiles, earnest conversation and a chaste kiss to your cheek after walking you to your car. There was nothing timid or bashful about him now, nothing chaste about the way his fingers trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as his eyes raked your form, fire burning within those blue eyes.

“It might be,” you teased, moving to straddle his thighs and his arms were quick to cage themselves around you, locking you in place and keeping you from falling backwards.

“And you expect me to give a damn about Denise when you’re parading around this room looking like this?” he asked, pressing kisses along the column of your neck.

You gripped his jaw, pulling his face back and forcing him to look at you. “You’re damn right I do.” you shot back, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“My apologies, ma’am, but I’m afraid your beauty is a bit distracting.” he replied, pulling your hand away and kissing the inside of your wrist. “Besides… I think my attention would be better served elsewhere.” he added before continuing his path up your arm and to your collarbone where you couldn’t help but tilt your head back, a soft sigh falling from your lips.

“I think you might be right,” you agreed, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back to press your lips to his. The previous topic was entirely forgotten now with your excitement channeled directly towards the man beneath you… the one person you wanted to share everything with and the one person who could make you gladly abandon anything and everything for.

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Smooth Waltz - Wouldn't Mind Waltzing Again - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I'm considering changing how I title these fics to include the name of the featured character, but I'm not sure. If you could please, comment your opinions on this. Also, Fun Fact: This is actually one of the first fics I wrote for this entire series. It also required a surprising amount of research despite the fact the dance featured is the waltz. It turns out there are a lot of differences between the varying forms of waltz. The performance in this fic was heavily inspired by  Lacey and Pasha’s Smooth Waltz to “A Daisy in December” on So You Think You Can Dance . It's a very elegant performance with lots of interesting lifts. I really recommend you watch it.Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Fluff/dance AU/ female reader/Kind of romantic

Word count: 1519

Azul adjusted the cuffs of his jacket’s sleeves, feigning calm when he actually felt anything but. What was prolonging his suffering by forcing him to wait? 

None other than his very own partner. You.

As per the ‘rules’ you had to wear whatever outfit Crewel had designed for you which, evidently enough, took a while to put on this time around. 

Crewel himself had to slip into the dressing room with a concerned expression on his face after you’d poked your head out with a slight frown and whispered something to the teacher. Now all that could be heard was muffled cursing about your apparently pesky outfit. 

Azul glanced up towards the clock, a small frown on his face as he fought to keep his mind spiraling any further than it already had.

He’d already gone through the steps and choreography of his waltz fifteen times before it had reached his turn to dance. The only thing that had given him pause was Ace’s… performance with the pitiable Jack Howl.

That had been a train wreck and a half which had everyone cringing in sympathy for the beastman.

The door to your dressing room creaked open, snapping Azul out of his self-comforting thoughts of how at least his performance wouldn’t be as bad as theirs had been.

 There was a soft clicking sound as you walked out, apparently in heels, with your skirt swaying gently with each step.

You smiled apologetically as you reached him in the middle of the floor, “Sorry, there was a situation with the zipper….” 

Azul almost wanted to ask, but he thought better of it as the music slowly started to filter out in the room, already setting the well-known pacing for the dance. 

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

“It’s not a problem,” He was proud that he was still capable of managing a slight smile and smooth bow despite his gradually increasing nerves.

Conversely, you seemed completely calm as you curtsied and accepted his slightly trembling hand, just before slipping easily into proper hold.

He had no doubt that, for your part, the waltz would be flawless. Both Crewel and Trein had been your teachers, with Crowley supposedly tapping in to help ever so often. You’d already been graded on your waltz with Vargas and you had danced perfectly.

Which meant any flubbing would come down to him and him alone. And that simple fact was enough to easily put the usually confident housewarden on edge.

The music provided a slow, steady beat to pair with the slow and steady waltz Azul gradually began to lead you through. Matching the beat, the two of you gently swayed. Bobbing up and down with the music. 

To those who watched, it almost looked like the two of you were floating across the surface of a tide’s gradual ebb and flow. Your pale, swirling skirts making up the seafoam of the imaginary water.

Azul’s mind frantically maintained its steady beat keeping, determined that he was not going to mess this up and have to take yet another dance class or face Floyd’s tutoring again. 

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 

At odds with his tenseness, you simply seemed to be content with following his lead, a gentle smile on your face. The perfect princess for a prince who would no doubt be far more confident and poised than Azul felt at the moment.

But Azul knew full well that he was no dancer. Changing from eight tentacles to two legs and learning to walk had been difficult enough. The mere idea of dancing was daunting at best and now that he was having to do so in front of the majority of NRC’s student body with his image on the line. Well, it was terrifying.

Perhaps that was why you were so calm though… You had nothing to lose. You’d already passed a dance class, so this performance had no bearing on your overall grade. You live in Ramshackle Dorm, of all places, and spent most of your time with Grim, so your image couldn’t really get worse.

You spun out, any easy graceful motion that left him bracing for the next part. The lift.

He could still hear Trein’s words from the lessons, “Strictly speaking, there aren’t any lifts in waltzes save for the Smooth and the Viennese waltzes variety of the dance. However, a majority voted for lifts to be allowed during your performances even if you are doing a slow waltz…. I must stress though, if you do not feel you can lift your partner with ease, do not try. Dropping your partner or injuring them in any way will result in an automatic failing grade.”

Azul was not concerned about being able to lift you. He’d been practically made of muscle his whole life, what with him being an octopus merman. Despite his small stature, that fact hadn’t changed when he’d come upon land.

 In no way were you heavy to him, and he proved to both himself and you in your hour-long choreography session that he could lift you with ease.

What Azul was concerned about was executing the lift properly. He was not naturally elegant and he knew he had two left feet so he needed as many points as possible. And that meant he had to execute the moves he could pull off so well that it would raise his overall score.

He knelt and you leaned back, both of you knowing exactly what to do, but with him not knowing exactly how smoothly this would go over.

And yet, all of his concerns had all been for nothing. You easily continued to lean yourself backwards and over his shoulder, fully trusting him to support you.

His other arm reached back, catching you as you locked your arm with his, supporting yourself to some degree as he straightened.

Nimbly, you swung your legs around as he let you slide on around him until he was simply holding you up by your arms and spinning freely with you as you faced out and away from him.

The song came to its lilting end as you touched down in a seated position on the ground and smoothly spun so you were facing him, arms outstretched towards with that same easy smile on your face. As if you had never doubted him for even a second.

In reality, the dance could end just like this. With him standing and looking down at you while you looked up at him, your hands reaching up to him in a silent request. But that wasn’t what the two of you had decided.

You had both decided to put forth your very best till the final notes of the tune faded into oblivion, leaving the two of you in silence. A dance was a performance after all, so perform you would.

He knelt, a hand reaching down to cradle your face as you did the same. Cradling his face in your hands and ending your dreamlike waltz eye-to eye.

He didn’t actually get to hear the final notes of the song since applause soon overtook the gradually quieting music. You blinked as the cheers rose, Floyd’s voice notable within the raucous noise.

Azul managed to keep himself from jerking away too quickly from raw embarrassment. Instead, opting to just lean back and continue feigning calm as he helped you back to your feet.

“Clever of you to add that lift and spin in Azul, it raised your score considerably,” Crowley had started speaking before the two of you had even finished turning to face your, or rather his, judges.

Trein nodded, “Though I am more of a proponent for sticking to the rules laid out regarding which dances have lifts and which ones don’t, I must admit that was incredibly well-executed and within the parameters of this test.”

“Well, he did perform a smooth waltz, not a slow one. So he didn’t actually break any rules,” Crewel looked pointedly at the other teacher as he spoke and received a frown from the older man.

Silence ensued as all of the staff members looked from one to another, nodding as they seemingly reached a conclusion.

Azul’s hands were trembling again he noticed, and evidently you noticed too since your hand found his. Squeezing his palm lightly as you glanced his way before you looked back towards the panel. He didn’t know if he was mortified or touched by your actions of silent comfort and reassurance.

But all of those concerns fled his mind as Crewel spoke, “Well pup. It isn’t full-marks since you flubbed a few steps, but you pass.”

Azul was proud to say he did not lose his composure, even as you turned, clapping slightly with sparkling eyes as you looked his way, “You did it, Azul!”

He met your enthusiasm with a smug grin and ‘of course I did’ attitude. But Azul could not deny that he was relieved it was over with. Just like he also couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind waltzing again. At least not if it was with you. 

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Ereardon Masterlist

Masterlist

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

You Again [Miniseries]

It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.

Slow Burn [Full length series]

After a one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego, the unexpected pregnancy forces you and Jake learn how to live with each other and tolerate one another. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake beneath the facade he puts on, but when old flames and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your new relationship is put to the test.

As It Was [Full length series]

When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?

He'd Let Her Go [One-shot]

Jake meets the love of his life in college, but after years together he realizes the best thing he can do if he really loves her is to let her go.

My Girl [Full length series]

Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Robert "Bob" Floyd

One Night [One-shot]

You have your eyes on Bob at the Hard Deck, but have to shoot down Jake Seresin first.

Gas Station Tears [One-shot]

After your boyfriend dumps you, your car stalls out in a gas station parking lot. Luckily, Bob Floyd happens to be there to fix your car. Can he fix your heart, too?

It Was Never Him [One-shot]

You catch your boyfriend Rooster making out with a girl at the Hard Deck and only one person can comfort you in the aftermath: Bob Floyd.

What Are You Thinking? [One-shot]

Bob Floyd is a quiet man. Sometimes you have to ask him what he’s thinking just to know what wheels are turning inside of his head. He always gives you a response, until one day, years into your marriage, he turns the question on you.

Friends Don't [Full length series]

Bob has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly volunteered to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late?

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Come Back [Full length series]

Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

Too Far Gone [One-shot]

Your life changed forever the moment you fell for Bradley Bradshaw. But his life wasn’t an easy one to fit into. He had more baggage than lost and found at JFK airport. You were always one for a fixer upper. Bradley could be your ultimate passion project. But was he too far gone for you to save him?

His Best Friend's Wedding [Two-part series]

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right?

Rhett Abbott

A Place Like This [Full length series]

Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Other writing

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#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman #hangman fic #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster smut #hangman smut

[blue-aconite]

For the made-up fic title..."Taking Attendance"? 😘

Sweetheart, you've awoken the tribbles.

Bob liked school. It was no secret that the Floyd's youngest boy had a knack for learning. So it came as no surprise that he volunteered to become a tutor for other students during his junior year. He was well liked in school and he enjoyed helping others. To him, it was a win-win situation. Rebecca hates math with a burning passion but unfortunately it is one of the subjects she needs to pass in order to graduate. If accepting help from Bob Floyd is what's going to help her to achieve her goals, so be it. But studying with Bob turns out to be more difficult than expected. He's sweet and handsome, a dangerous combination. But she's determined to make it through the semester. Bob has seen her around before but spending time with Becca is a dream come true. No one will blame him if he drags their sessions out a little, right? If it meant spending time with her, he'd gladly do it.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#fe writes #fake fanfic titles #fe loves becca #bob floyd x oc

[rebelliousstories]

You Caught My Attention

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin OC

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of drinking, and neglectful family

Word Count: 2,488

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

Chapter 1//Chapter 3

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: Winter break is here, and Christmas is around the corner. After hanging out for over a year, Adelaide and Robert realize something’s about the other person while they talk about their upcoming plans for the holidays.

December 19th, 2004

“Bobby!! That’s my book. Give it back!” A young girl shouted, just underneath a treehouse in the woods. Robert, or as he was now known as Bobby, dangled a book of poetry over the head of the girl. He wasn’t much taller in terms of height, but he had yet to grow into his arms that could dangle the object over her head.

“Honey, it’s winter break! You don’t need to be readin’ some school book right now when your best friend is in front of you!” He responded to her, keeping the book away. Adelaide was getting frustrated with Robert at this point. She stomped her foot and crossed her arms while he continued to laugh. Finally, Robert placed the book. At a height she could reach, but he thought she wasn’t going to reach. When she did, he raised it right back up above them. She hit Robert in the stomach which made him double over, and drop the book. Adelaide was quick to grab the book before it could hit the ground. Her tutor would have her head if there had even been one spec of dirt of the book.

“For your information, Robby, this is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It’s one of my favorite Christmas stories. It’s a classic.” She said confidently, walking over to the ladder to get into the treehouse. As she started to climb, she took her time as she was going up with one hand. Robert came below her as he finally recovered from the hit. He waited at the bottom of the ladder and kept his eyes down until she went up.

He made the trek up as well, faster with his two hands. Adelaide has already pulled the book back out and was about to start reading again. Robert sighed loudly, pulling the girl away from her book. She glanced up as he fiddled with some random leaf that had sought refuge in the treehouse. When he sighed again, Adelaide quietly closed her book and looked at Robert expectantly. He noticed that he finally had her attention and happily set the leaf down and turned towards his friend.

“So, what’s your mama ‘n ‘em doin’ for Christmas this year?” He asked eagerly. Adelaide sighed this time and shrugged her shoulders. Her family was beginning to not be a subject that she wanted to dwell on.

“Momma and Daddy want to go somewhere where we can see snow. They’re thinking England. We have a vacation home there.” She said quietly. Her lips were down turned; her eyes found more interest in the floor than the boy in front of her. Robert noticed this immediately.

“Hey, now I didn’ mean to make ya upset, ya know that. England sounds nice. Course it might be a little cold for someone with hillbilly blood like me but I think you’ll have fun.” He spoke quickly. The girl simply shook her head at him.

“No. It’s not that. It’s just… I’d rather be here. I don’t really like the cold and momma and daddy are just gonna make up stay inside all day cause of the snow. I wanna be here, with you.” She admitted. She still had yet to look up, not wanting to see the look she could feel Robert giving her. But he simply leaned over and hit her gently in the shoulder. That knocked her out of her intense staring contest with the floor, and instead, brought her eyes up to him.

“I wish you was gonna be here too, Honey.” He spoke softly. She smiled and ripped her eyes down again. Robert moved closer to her and hit her again, this time his shoulder was against her shoulder. That sent the girl into a fit of laughter which Robert fell into as well. After a moment of silence, she looked over towards her best friend.

“So, what’re your folks and you doing for Christmas?” She asked, genuinely curious. Robert’s smile increased ten fold when he thought about everything that would be happening soon.

“Well, my other folks are gonna start coming into town in the ext few days. Most of us still live here, but we do have a few aunts and uncles that moved out years ago. But they always come back for holidays and birthdays. Or just a random Tuesday in June because ‘the pools are better here than they are in the city.’ I jus think they’re missin’ home too much.” The way he spoke, it made her happy to hear how happy he was about his family.

Robert launched into details about his family. All his cousins coming together under one roof for games and running around. How in years past they would dare each other to do crazy things like jump into the freezing lake near the treehouse. All the different games they made up and played while the adults enjoyed time together. He talked about how sometimes the kids would get sick so some years teams would be uneven. The girls were usually playing board games all day, while the boys would join them later in the evening to play those games. They spent the days running around the area, and their nights in front of the fireplace, in a warm house, surrounded by family.

“Oh and I haven’t even gotten to the best part! The food!! Oh there ain’t nothin’ like momma’s cookin’ on Christmas. She always makes us a feast and my aunts bring over food too so there’s lots of leftovers that we eat a lot of. The greens, the pies, and the Christmas ham.” Robert closed his eyes and let himself imagine the food that was sure to come in a few days. Adelaide giggled at his reaction, and Robert looked at her.

“Alright hotshot. Whatcha family doin’ for food? I bet you eat good with all y’all’s money.” He said, wistfully. Yes they had plenty to eat, but oftentimes, they ate of the land. They only took what they knew they’d eat from the crops they grow. They try not to go to the store for foods that they grow, sometimes it’s unavoidable. But with how rich the Corbin’s were? He couldn’t imagine what kind of feast they had.

“Um… they usually throw a Christmas party. We have ham, cranberry jelly, and green beans. Sometimes bread, sometimes not. We really only eat whatever the cooks prepare for us. Usually if we’re good, momma will convince the baker to make us some cookies or a cake for us to share. If we spend Christmas in the states, we’re usually hosting politicians or important people like that. But if we go to England,it’s just daddy’s business partners. I try and stay out of the way most of the time. That’s why I like to read. I can get away from my current situation without leaving the area I’m forced to be in.” Robert was stunned. There was no family gathering for her? No running around with her cousins or siblings? And Christmas dinner was suppose to be the best food of the year. They wore matching frowns as they processed the information. But Adelaide saw how she made her best friend sad, and was quick to put on a smile.

“But that’s enough about me. My life isn’t as interestin’ as yours.” She said, hoping to diffuse the situation. Robert peered at her above his glasses. He readjusted them back onto his nose and he held a shy smile on his face. He readjusted his position in the house and leaned against the wall. His eyes drifted down towards the book in Adelaide’s lap.

“Why do you like that story so much?” He questioned, still staring at the book in her lap. Adelaide now broke out into a genuine smile as she began to describe her bolted Christmas story.

“Well, it’s just a wonderful redemption story. Scrooge learns through three different ghosts the true meaning of Christmas. He forgot that it isn’t ‘bout money, but spending it with those you love. It’s about people being nice for the sake of being nice, and giving to charity because you want to.” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. The gush of love for the story became apparent to Robert. He watched her delve into the history of the story and how it became the story that defined the Christmas spirit. He never stopped her, or turned away from her. She kept his full attention for her whole explanation. Her hands moved around as she explained away, adding life to her speech. Adelaide noticed that Robert had gone quiet and quieted down herself.

“Sorry. Teacher always says that I talk too much when I explain something.” Her hand came up and rubbed her neck that was starting to flush with color. Robert snapped out of his mute status and quickly put a stop to that.

“No! No. Don’t apologize. I like hearing you talk about things you love. You’re clearly passionate about that. I really enjoyed it.” He said sincerely. Her face still blushed heavily, but she wore a shy smile. Robert held a matching smile, which caused both of them to laugh at the awkward situation. The tension slowly melted away with each laugh they let out until the atmosphere turned calm in the treehouse.

“I need to be gettin’ goin’. I still need to pack before we leave for England tomorrow.” And that brought the mood back down. Robert looked at his feet, before peering over his glasses at Adelaide.

“When will I see you again?” He asked quietly, not wanting his best friend to go away and be where he can’t even talk to her. Adelaide noticed his melancholy mood and quickly made her way across the house to hug him. She rested her head on his shoulder, while his found a place on top of her head.

“Oh, Robby. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I should be back in town on January 2nd. It won't be that long Robby. And if I can come back before the new year, I’m gonna tie my ribbon to my mailbox. You’ll see it. I promise. I’m comin’ back before you know it.” She replied, trying to ease his mind. They sat there for another minute or so before Robert started to move. Adelaide untangled herself from him and followed him out the treehouse.

It was their normal walk home. They joked around, laughed, and tried to push each other over. Robert walked his bike as he usually did. They intentionally walked slowly, trying to prolong the inevitable. Adelaide didn’t want to go to England for the holidays and see snow. She wouldn’t even be able to play in it. She’d be forced to stay inside in pretty dresses and eat dinner with other rich people’s kids that also didn’t want to be there. Rich people that her father worked with would spend the night ignoring her, as the adults were kept in one side of the house. The kids in the other part.

Robert didn’t want to spend the holidays alone. Sure he was gonna have his family but he was looking forward to seeing Adelaide around the holidays. He had a bracelet that he had made just for her waiting in his room. He though she was going to be around so he didn’t bring it. Guess it would have to wait till she got back. Maybe if she’s around next Christmas, he can give her a present on the day. But for now, he watched as her mansion came and into view.

Adelaide was saddened by the sudden appearance of her house. She never hated that house more than now. All she wanted to do was to stay with her best friend. When they reached the driveway, they stopped. Both were staring at the house, but neither made a move to go near it. She turned to Robert who’s nose was just barely starting to turn pink from the cold.

“Well, thanks for walking me home Robby.” She said quietly, looking down at her shoes. Robert smiled at her.

“Of course. What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk alone in the cold? It’s Christmas after all.” He replied, suddenly feeling warm; but it wasn’t from his sweater. Adelaide reached up and gave him a hug, which he reciprocated. It made him feel good inside to watch over her as they walked home. It made him feel valued. They let go of each other, but before Adelaide turned away to go towards her house, she leaned up. She placed a small kiss to Robert’s cheek, which was now thoroughly red and walked away. Robert smiled and leaned on his bike as he watched her walk towards her home. Before she got to far, she turned back around and waved at him. He waved back and watched her sneakily disappear into the house. Once she was safely inside, Robert began his trek home.

She always ended their walks home together the same. A hug, kiss on the cheek, and a wave. There wasn’t anything different about this time versus the others, but it stirred something in Robert. He felt…. He didn’t know how he felt. All he knew is that Adelaide was important to him. And he would do anything to make sure she was happy and safe. His thoughts kept him company the whole way home, and when he drifted off for the night; Adelaide was his last thought.

Meanwhile, Adelaide was sneaking into her room at her house. Her parents were too consumed with their glasses of scotch in the living room, next to the fireplace to care. Her nanny was so busy packing that she didn’t realize that Adelaide hadn’t been there to help. Her older siblings were so enraptured with plans of what to do in England that they didn’t notice that she was just now getting ready for bed. Adelaide was confused. She knew what love was, it she didn’t understand it. Her parents rarely if ever told her that she was loved, and her siblings couldn’t be bothered. But Robert made her feel all warm inside. Like nothing in the world was wrong s long as she was with him. She didn’t need to worry about her messed up family or school. She didn’t need to worry about what image she was putting out to the world. He made her feel like she could be herself, not some image of herself.

As she got ready for bed, Adelaide was consumed with thoughts of Robert. He treated her like no one had before. Human. Someone more than a name, more than a title or status. He saw her for who she was. When she finally was able to calm her racing mind, she dreamed of Robert and the future they could have.

#rebelliousstories #writing #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd #young love and old money

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Fic Rec Tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems!" Then tag some folks.

Tagged by @residentdormouse

thank you so much love <3

Most Popular: the echo (or the answer)

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

complete / 6 out of 6 / 48,752

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 837

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin/OC, Werewolf!Jake/OC, Robert "Bob" Floyd/OC, Werewolf!Bob/OC

Warnings: language, angst, werewolf lore, werewolf mating stuff, violence, gore, explicit smut, slight love-triangle

cross-posted to my AO3

The town of Marnmouth, Washington has carried a dark secret for centuries. Werewolves live among them, roam in their forests, and live peacefully amongst the humans they live alongside. To everyone else, it's just an urban legend, but to a select few, it is reality and truth. One such as these is Veronica Bradshaw - human sister to the Alpha of Blue River pack, Bradley. But across the river in Bellmoral, another werewolf pack is forced from their territory and into that of Blue River. Will Ronnie remain loyal to her brother, or will the opposing Alpha, Jake, seduce her to the other side?

it's a werewolf au y'all not much else to it lol

Gem 1: The Princess and The Freak

Fandom: Stranger Things

WIP / 1 out of 8 / 2,353

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 34

Pairings: Eddie Munson/OC

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, tutor/student to lovers, angst, misunderstanding goodness

Eddie is determined to graduate this year, so he seeks helps from a tutor. Only the tutor he finds is Princess of Hawkins HIgh, Lydia Gasper.

I know I only posted one chapter of this and then immediately got sucked into the Top Gun Brainrot but I do still love this story and what I have planned. It takes place the semester before season 4 and Eddie and Lydia are just....Perfection, your honor.

Gem 2: The Power of Suffering

Fandom: The Maze Runner

WIP / 3 out of 9 / 11,804

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 145

Pairings: Gally/OC

Warnings: violence, aged-up characters, blood/gore, angst, friends to lovers, gally being very soft

Gally was one of the toughest and one of the strongest fighters the Right Arm had ever seen. He took no shit, lead with an iron fist, and had a wit like a whip. But combat medic Joan got to him in a way he couldn’t really describe. She was kind to the point of stupidity, honest, and always saw the best in people. She broke down his walls and forced him to face the vulnerable part of himself he wanted to bury. But what happens when these two opposites are forced to face their feelings for each other instead?

Another WIP I'm determined to come back to someday. I love Will Poulter he is my BOO. And I really just love this fic. I did this really cool thing where there is a book quote, read by a character, at the end of each chapter that goes along with the theme of that chapter.

No pressure tags friends, just know I love you and would love some fic recs!: @a-reader-and-a-writer @loverhymeswith @blue-aconite @laracrofted @indynerdgirl @princessphilly @clydesducktape and anyone else who sees and would like to join!

#annie speaks #fic rec tag #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fic: the princess and the freak #fic: the power of suffering

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love- Part Two

series masterlist | prologue | part one | part three

pairing.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader (nickname Nova)

word count.

2.8k

warnings.

kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

bob did it! he asked nova on a date finally!! i figured since i'm writing this story so broken up, i'll upload it as a 'series' still, but it'll be more like an anthology. i've been best with writing a lot in concise order. so this is the best you're gonna get from me.

“How’d it go?”

Bob looked over at Mickey, a confused look on his face. Bob knew exactly what Mickey was talking about, obviously. He had told Mickey and Nat, but not the rest of their friend group. Who were all currently sitting at the table in Jake’s house.

“How’d what go?” Jake asked.

Bob looked away from Mickey, now realizing that everyone was focused on him. A rosy tint covered his cheeks now with the spotlight in him. Bob took his glasses off, setting them on the table. He ran his palms over his face, anxiety immediately starting to bubble. There was a reason that Bob didn’t bring up his dating life. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one, it was just limited in a sense.

He grew up in a small town in North Carolina. A limited amount of people lived there, and most other people his age weren’t interested in the things he liked. He kept to himself for the most part, not getting his first girlfriend until college. Which only happened thanks to the help of Mickey and Javy. That only lasted a few months, like every relationship he had been in. They all ran the same course in his mind. Meet, date, fuck, leave. It didn’t help that with college, it seemed like everything had a time limit on it.

“Bob here had a little date the other morning,” Natasha teased from the kitchen.

It was their monthly dinner night. The one night a month that all of them made sure to reunite. Since graduating college they had limited time together. They made sure to do this though, not wanting their friendships to rust and potentially crumble.

“A date?” One of Jake’s eyebrows lifted.

“No, it wasn’t a date,” Bob corrected.

“No?” Mickey asked.

“No.”

“Then what was it?” Jake questioned before taking a drink from his beer.

“I tutored someone,” Bob answered.

Jake looked at Natasha and Mickey with a certain look. Bob slipped his glasses back on before explaining more.

“Professor Coleman told me that he has a student that needs tutoring. Said he thought it’d be a good graduate opportunity for me, so I agreed to do it. And that student just so happens to be female, who needs help with a subject that I’m good at.”

"Ooo, I didn’t realize you were into the whole student teacher thing,” Jake quipped, smile plastered on his face.

“I’m no-”

“Oh, Professor Floyd, I need all this help, pretty please,” Mickey mocked. He posed outrageously a few times, trying to appear flirtatious.

Bob rolled his eyes, deciding that this was his own personal hell. Just as he was about to respond the doorbell rang. Bob quickly got up, heading to the door and away from the dining and kitchen areas. Even though he wasn’t in the room, he could still hear Jake and Mickey going on about Bob’s, apparently, new teacher student kink. Behind the door was Bradley and Reuben, Reuben holding two nice bottles of wine.

“Thank god,” Bob muttered.

“What a greeting,” Bradley said with a confused smile.

Bob shrugged not exactly sure what to say.

“Is Jake being Jake?” Reuben asked as they stepped in.

Bob closed the door behind them. He took the bottles from Reuben, allowing for Reuben to take his coat off.

“Mickey and Jake are bein-”

“Hey!”

All of them jumped a little bit. They all turned to see Natasha in the archway to the kitchen. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“What the hell took you two so long?”

“Well, Reuben took forever to decide on a wine.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said no reds,” Reuben chimed in.

“Yeah, cause reds are gross,” Bradley said.

All of them made their way to the kitchen. Bob was beyond thankful that Jake and Mickey had stopped their jokes about Bob’s tutoring. The dislike for red wine continued as they got into the kitchen. Natasha and Bob got their own glasses of wine while everyone greeted each other. Eventually, it was finally reinstated that Reuben was the only person who actually liked red wines.

“You guys are just so uncultured,” Reuben joked.

“Uh-uh, you don’t get to call me uncultured,” Mickey pointed a finger at Reuben, “my culture is very different from all of yours.”

All of them erupted with laughter. They all got settled, now only waiting for Javy to show up. It was going to be a little late for that, Javy informing them earlier about the last minute emergency that came into the clinic.

“Seriously, Bob, how’d the tutoring go though?” Jake asked after a sip of beer.

“It was, it was good. She’s bright, doesn’t give herself enough credit.” Bob explained.

“Freshman?” Bradley asked.

“No, junior,” Bob replied.

“A junior taking Physics two? Isn’t that a little late?” Natasha added.

“Woe, woe, physics two is what you’re tutoring?” Jake seemed shocked.

Bob took a drink of wine, silently thanking Bradley for making Reuben get a pink wine.

“Yeah, physics two to a geology major.”

“Isn’t that basically their whole degree?” Jake asked.

“No, bagman, it’s not,” Natasha’s tone was stern.

Jake put his hands up, not wanting Natasha to get upset.

“I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m just asking.” Jake was cautious with his words this time.

“Well, however much physics they need,” Bradley started, “Bob’s the man for the job.”

Bob smiled as they all agreed, toasting to Bob and his success with tutoring.

-

“Check?” You asked, pushing your paper towards Bob.

“Check,” Bob said, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed your paper.

You leaned back in the chair, heat pooling in your cheeks, waiting to hear that you were wrong. Again.

The day had been long, two classes that morning, then study hall, and now tutoring. Your brain felt fried at this point. And optic equations weren’t really helping. The one thing that did seem to help was Bob though. Ever since exchanging numbers the two of you had been texting.

Was it as often as you wanted? No. But were you complaining? A little bit.

Ever since meeting him you wanted to know more. What was his favorite food? Movie? Where did he come from? Why for the love of god was he pursuing astrophysics for his masters?

No matter what the answers, you would show up to these meetings every week. They had slowly become the highlight of your weeks. Being able to watch Bob work, flipping through pages while writing down equations with no issue. It was oddly captivating, seeing his brain work at such a high level seamlessly. Like a super computer at work.

“Three is wrong,” Bob said, offering the paper back to you.

“Seriously?” You snatched the paper, looking the equation over again.

“Very,” Bob had a small smile on his face, soft wrinkles forming near his eyes.

You sat the paper back down, flipping to the page in your text book breaking down the equation. After pulling up the notes on your computer you another attempt.

“So, why astrophysics?” You asked.

Bob watched you try the problem again, not paying any attention to him when you asked the question.

“It’s cool,” Bob awkwardly answered.

Not a lot of people asked Bob about his interests, aside from Nat and Mickey. Hell, even when Jake asked him about things he got a little surprised. Obviously he was more than a little surprised right now. The cute girl he was tutoring was asking him about himself, how could he not be surprised?

Yeah, he had been texting you, but they were pretty surface level texts. Simple things like ‘when do you have class?’ or ‘hope you have a good day’, and even ‘do you want a coffee today?’. In all honestly, it was mainly you texting him and him responding with surface level answers. He just wasn’t exactly sure what to say or what to do. As much as he wanted to ‘shoot his shot’ as Bradley would say, he was afraid of scaring you off.

“Just cool?” You peaked up from your paper, “That’s it? No other reason?”

Bob noticed a little bit of a playful tone in your words.

“Yeah, kind of,” Bob said with a small smile.

“Well, what makes it kind of cool then?” You honestly just wanted to have a little bit of distraction while trying the equation.

“Space, stars, black holes, rockets, all of it. It’s just really cool.” Bob watched your pencil etch on the paper. “It’s just cool to learn about the things that are hard to understand. The intangible being somewhat tangible? I just want to understand it all more, help others understand it too. Kind of like you and geology.”

You looked up at Bob smiling.

“But geology is tangible,” you joked.

“I’m pretty sure there are things that you can’t touch in geology, like lava,” Bob said. He put his elbows on the table, reaching over to your paper, “Now let me see this.”

“Why, it’s probably not right this time either,” you offered him the paper reluctantly.

“Don’t doubt yourself,” Bob reassured you, taking the paper from you.

“Doubting is all I’ve been taught to do in this field.”

It was meant to come out as a joke, nothing more. But the way Bob face changed almost broke you. It wasn’t a big change, but it was still enough of one. A silence started to hang between the two of you. It felt as if your body was going to cave in on yourself, shoulders drawing closer together as you made yourself smaller.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize.” Bob’s gaze locked with yours, sincerity in his blue eyes.

“Being in STEM hasn’t been easy on me,” you let out a soft chuckle.

Bob sat there, staring, waiting for you to say something. He adjusted his glasses before you spoke again.

“This isn't anything towards you, cause you’ve been nothing but kind to me,” you crossed your arms and pulled them close, “but my life in STEM has been man after man telling me that this isn’t for me. No matter how hard I’ve tried, easy or hard the subject, it’s been a big fat you’re not good enough. It really starts to weigh on you after a while, why do you think I took physics so late?” The word vomit was followed with an awkward laugh, “Sorry, I-”

“I said don’t apologize, and I meant it,” Bob reached out, offering a hand to you across the table. “I know it might not mean much from me, especially because I’m not in your field, but you do belong here.”

Something had started to well up in your throat, tears pricking your eyes lightly. The muscles through your body started to relax. Your shoulder straightening out a little, arms not held so closely together. The soft shell you had created was dissipating, cracking at the seams. You reached out, taking his hand and focusing on the soft skin of his palm.

“I- thank you, but are you sure? I mean, I can’t even figure out optical equations.”

“Listen,” Bob’s hand squeezed yours, “I can only imagine what people have said to you, but they are all wrong. Like I said, you belong here, probably more than all those people who told you those things.”

His other hand came down to cover your clasped hands, provoking you to do the same. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other and holding hands. You gave him a sarcastic ‘okay’ look, earning you a playful ‘I’m being serious’ look. The both of you broke into smiles while continuing to hold each others hands. A rosy color had started to appear on Bob’s cheeks.

“Have you ever been to the Cranbrook Institute of Science?”

The question took you a little off guard, but it warmed your heart.

“Everyone in STEM here has, but I’d be happy to go again,” you looked away for a moment as warmth filled your cheeks.

A bit of surprise touched Bob’s features, surprised by your answer. He thought it might be a long shot, asking you on a date, but he was hoping that after the last few weeks you’d be up for it. He really wanted to ask you prior to this session, but his nerves got the better of him. The possibility of tutoring becoming awkward would be the death of him.

“Are you sure? Because if you think that would make it awkward or anything, I don’t want that for you. And I don’t want it to seem like you have to come with me or anything. I promise that even if you say no, I’ll tutor you to the best of my abilities.” Bob’s nerves always made him word vomit.

“Hey,” it was your turn to squeeze his hands, “I’d be more than happy to go, especially with you, starboy.”

Excitement blossomed through Bob, the nickname making his heart ache. Most nicknames he earned were full of teasing, and maybe yours was to a degree. But he liked it. It felt personal, something full of love, something he wanted more of.

“Okay,” Bob said while nodding softly.

You squeezed his hands one more time before letting go. The two of you adjusted yourselves, sitting across from each other once again. A smile cracked across your face as you watched Bob adjust his glasses once more. There was a small grin plastered on his lips. He grabbed your paper once again, looking it over.

“Oh, and number three is right.”

-

It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Barely balancing on the balls of your feet on each step, you ran up the steps to your apartment. You had to tell your roommates immediately, they would get a kick out of it. Once you got to the door you punched your code into the keypad, hearing the tone of acceptance and unlocking of the deadbolt. You took your backpack off as you opened the door, setting it on the floor as the door closed.

The hard material of the door caught you, keeping you up straight when you fell back onto it. You rested your head back on the door, smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all.

The way he had looked at you. Those words coming out of his mouth with a type of shy confidence. Every time he had adjusted his glasses made your heart flutter. God, it was so fucking nerdy and you loved it. The seriousness that took over his face when double checking your work. It was the face you had been dreaming about for weeks.

The dreams had ranged from innocent to devious. Hand holding, cuddles, and coffee dates were some of the softer things, thoughts that lingered for hours after you woke up. Then there were the dreams that had you craving more. Hands on your hips, head between your thighs, and a sensation of being filled up. Those thoughts lingered for more than a few hours. Honestly, those thoughts never left your mind.

“You good?” A familiar voice asked.

You opened your eyes to see Mara and Alex staring at you. They were sitting at the kitchen table, books and laptops open with papers all over the place. You toed your shoes off before lugging your backpack to the table. It made a thump as you placed it on a chair you pulled out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, "a-ok.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, Mara smiled and shook her head.

“Spill,” Mara said.

“Did you guys fuck in the study room?” Alex asked.

“Oh my god, no. Alex why-”

“Tell, now.” Mara demanded.

“I may or may not have a date on Saturday,” you smiled and put your hands flat under your chin, jokingly showing your face off.

“Fucking finally, it’s been weeks since you two started whatever this is,” Alex explained, “the slow burn was becoming too slow for my taste.”

You stuck your tongue out while flipping Alex off, moving over to the cabinet for a glass.

“Where’s it at?” Mara asked in a cheerful tone.

“Cranbrook,” you answered, pulling the water pitcher out of the fridge to fill your glass.

“Of course,” Alex chuckled a little.

“What?”

“It’s just a little,” Alex paused for a moment, “nerdy.”

“Says the one who took your last date to an arcade.” You stated.

Mara laughed and agreed with you. You made your way back to the table, moving your bag from the chair and sitting down.

“It’s a different nerdy and you know it,” Alex said.

“It’s a smart nerdy,” Mara added.

Alex rolled her eyes at the both of you.

For the rest of the night you three sat at the table, working on homework and scrolling through tiktok on occasion. You had explained everything to them, the way he asked you and the time you’d be meeting with him on Saturday. Mara and Alex had been teasing you ever since you started your tutoring sessions. They had both convinced themselves that he was the one for you, so they made sure you looked your best on the day of.

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[ddarker-dreams]

Misc Info. (God Darling/HWR Reader/SR Reader)

God Darling

Age: 4,500  Nickname(s)/Title(s): Vephar, The God of Sand, The God of Love, The Starry-Eyed [Maiden/Bachelor/Lover], That Spiteful Spouse (via Venti)

Favorites

Season: Summer “It warms my heart to see families and couples of all ages walking the shoreline. Ah, what sweet memories it stirs in my heart.”  Food: Seafood  Musician: Xinyan “This generation’s penchant for innovation is astounding. I simply adore that... what’s it called again... rolling rock? Rock and role? Morax, cease your snickering, you senile bag of bones...!”  Song: Hazy Light Book: String of Pearls  Quote: “Only broken memories and fragments of the past were turned into stories, and stories turned into legends, passed down among the people... Even deities and adepti alike would feel sentimental upon hearing such ancient memories that surpass the mortal world.” ― Moonlit Bamboo Forest

Fun Facts

God Darling used to forge divine weapons, and within the canon of The First Contract, created Rex Lapis’ Vortex Vanquisher. 

They were closet to Guizhong and informed only her about the special steps necessary to enter their realm (current day Yaoguang Shoal), to keep their people safe in the Archon War. Guizhong shared this with Rex Lapis upon his prompting.

Fishermen from Liyue pay homage to Vephar before and during their voyages. Some even keep jars of sand from the shoreline as a charm, a superstition said to be capable of earning the god’s protection. 

In their non-mortal form, God Darling bleeds sand instead of blood. 

God Darling is able to discern the descendants of their followers who survived Rex Lapis’ massacre upon laying eyes on them for the first time. They claim the initial meeting to be like “Hearing ocean waves through layers of noise”, and tend to dote upon the descendant throughout their life.  

HWR Reader

Age: 20 (During Hell Within Reach) 24 (During Hunter x Hunter)  Nickname(s): Icy Maiden, Mentally a Grandma (via Ash upon watching HWR Reader struggle to understand what LMAO means)

Favorites

Season: Winter Food(s): Chicken breast, salmon, legumes "I require high intakes of protein to maintain appropriate energy levels.” Musician: Elton John Song: Money by Pink Floyd TV Show: Game of Thrones / Twin Peaks Movie: You Were Never Really Here Book: Les Misérables Video game: Akinator “How does he always guess what it is I’m thinking?”  Quote: “Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Fun Facts

HWR Reader has the highest kill count out of the three main protagonists (she lost track of the number a long time ago). 

The worst cook of the three here, she’s set off the fire alarms and caused an evacuation in her building from making toast. 

HWR Reader’s received a perfect GPA during her tutoring and was considered an ideal pupil, aside for one problem. She was required to learn to play an instrument, and chose the piano, but refused to take her gloves off during practice. Her tutor wasn’t brave enough to push the issue.

HWR Reader ranked 8th in the Phantom Troupe’s arm wrestling competition.

The only member of the Phantom Troupe to ever best her at chess is Chrollo. Their current scores are 3-2, with HWR Reader winning the most by a slim margin (he’s already scheduled a rematch). The only other member who has come close to beating her is Franklin.

SR Reader

Age: 18 Nickname(s): Dumbass (via Fugo), Signorina (via Giorno), Traitor (via Narancia when she confessed to preferring Biggy over Tupac)  

Favorites

Season: Spring Food: Anything sweet Musician: Daft Punk Song: Babooshka by Kate Bush TV Show: (Says ‘The Sopranos‘ as a joke, but it’s actually Seinfeld) Movie: (Says ‘The Godfather’ as a joke, but it’s actually What About Bob or the original Suspiria)  Book: Pride and Prejudice Video game: Animal Crossing Quote: “To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” — Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Fun Facts

SR Reader is from Queens, New York, and often debates the others over New York pizza being better than Neapolitan margherita pizza. In truth, she likes them both and equal amount. She just likes passionately debating things since it’s fun watching others get riled up.

She pretends to be a tourist incapable of speaking Italian when people annoy her. 

Alongside her talent in ballet and dance, SR Reader is a proficient singer, falling into a mezzo soprano range. However, she’s shyer about her singing. Anyone who wants to hear it must plan an Ocean’s 11 style heist and sneak up on her.

SR Reader attended mass with Mista one year upon his prompting and got in trouble for falling asleep during the proceedings.

Her Stand, Scarlet Ribbons, has a habit of styling SR Reader’s hair without her knowledge. When caught and shooed off, her Stand skulks away to brood until consoled.

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[ereardon]

Bob Floyd masterlist

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✤: Fluff

❂: Angst

❀: Smut

Series

❀❂✤ Friends Don't — Bob x OC [Reid Coleman] – Complete

Bob has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly volunteered to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late?

❀❂✤ Golden Hour — Bob x Bradley x OC [Dr. Olive James]

Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

❀❂✤ The Back Seater and the Baker — Bob x OC [Haley Nichols]

Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

One shots

✤ One Night — Bob x Reader – Complete

You have your eyes on Bob at the Hard Deck, but have to shoot down Jake Seresin first.

✤ Gas Station Tears — Bob x Reader – Complete

After your boyfriend dumps you, your car stalls out in a gas station parking lot. Luckily, Bob Floyd happens to be there to fix your car. Can he fix your heart, too?

❂✤ It Was Never Him — Bob x Reader – Complete

You catch your boyfriend Rooster making out with a girl at the Hard Deck and only one person can comfort you in the aftermath: Bob Floyd. 

❂ What Are You Thinking? — Bob x Reader – Complete

Bob Floyd is a quiet man. Sometimes you have to ask him what he’s thinking just to know what wheels are turning inside of his head. He always gives you a response, until one day, years into your marriage, he turns the question on you. 

❀ When I'm Done With You — Bob x Reader – Complete

At a fraternity mixer, you lose your (admittedly shitty) boyfriend in the crowd. That’s when Bob Floyd, president of Alpha Tau and your boyfriend’s personal nemesis, finds you and decides to make you his. 

❀ She Calls Him Daddy – Bob x Reader – Complete

Coming home from college for winter break, the last thing you expected was to run into your best friend’s father while out shopping for new lingerie to surprise your fuck buddy with. You had always tried to hide your attraction for Mr. Floyd because he was Anna’s father. But all rules are thrown out when Bob invites you over on Christmas Eve while Anna is at her mother’s house. You’ll never be able to look at your friend’s dad the same way ever again.

✤ More Than Enough — Bob x Reader – Complete

The first two times Bob Floyd ends up in your emergency room he’s a mess. You never expected him to return a third time. But when he does, it changes everything.

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[orbemnews]

Bhaskar Menon, Who Turned Capitol Records Around, Dies at 86 In 1970, Capitol Records’ business was struggling. The Beatles, the company’s top act, were defunct. Hits were scarce among its remaining roster. That year, the company lost $8 million. It needed a savior, and it found one in Bhaskar Menon, an Indian-born, Oxford-educated executive at EMI, the British conglomerate that was Capitol’s majority owner. He became the label’s new chief in 1971 and quickly turned its finances around, driving a gargantuan hit in 1973 with Pink Floyd’s album “The Dark Side of the Moon.” He later ran EMI’s vast worldwide music operations. Mr. Menon, who was also the first Asian man to run a major Western record label, died on March 4 at his home in Beverly Hills, Calif. He was 86. The death was confirmed by his wife, Sumitra Menon. “Determined to achieve excellence, Bhaskar Menon built EMI into a music powerhouse and one of our most iconic global institutions,” Lucian Grainge, the chief executive of Universal Music Group, which owns the Capitol label and EMI’s recorded music business, said in a statement after Mr. Menon’s death. Vijaya Bhaskar Menon was born on May 29, 1934, to a prominent family in Trivandrum, in south India (now Thiruvananthapuram). His father, K.R.K. Menon, was the finance secretary under Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru; the first one-rupee notes issued after India’s independence from Britain bore his signature. Mr. Menon’s mother, Saraswathi, knew many of India’s leading classical musicians personally. Mr. Menon studied at the Doon School and St. Stephen’s College in India before earning a master’s degree from Christ Church, Oxford. His tutor at Oxford recommended him to Joseph Lockwood, the chairman of EMI, and Mr. Menon began working there in 1956. A proud British institution, EMI controlled a wide musical empire, with divisions throughout Asia, the Middle East, Africa and South America. While there, Mr. Menon assisted the producer George Martin, who later became the Beatles’ chief collaborator. In 1957, Mr. Menon joined the Gramophone Company of India, an EMI subsidiary; he became managing director in 1965 and chairman in 1969. Later in 1969, he was named managing director of EMI International. Capitol, the Los Angeles label that had been home to Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee, was reeling from business missteps and declining sales, and EMI installed Mr. Menon as its president and chief executive. He slashed Capitol’s artist roster, tightened budgets and pushed for more aggressive promotion of the label’s artists. In 1972, Mr. Menon learned that Capitol was at risk of losing the next album by Pink Floyd, which blamed the company for the poor sales of its previous albums in the United States. Mr. Menon flew to the South of France, where Pink Floyd was performing and, after an all-night negotiating session, they agreed on a deal. Mr. Menon commemorated the terms on a cocktail napkin and brought it back to Capitol’s legal department in Los Angeles, said Rupert Perry, a longtime executive at EMI and Capitol. “The Dark Side of the Moon,” released by Capitol with a huge promotional campaign, was one of the biggest blockbusters in music history; it stayed on Billboard’s album chart for 741 consecutive weeks and has sold more than 15 million copies in the United States alone. Led by Mr. Menon, Capitol continued to have success in the 1970s with Bob Seger, Helen Reddy, Steve Miller, Linda Ronstadt, Grand Funk Railroad and others. In 1978, EMI put its music divisions under unified management as EMI Music Worldwide and named Mr. Menon chairman and chief executive. He remained in that position until retiring from the music industry in 1990. From 2005 to 2016, he served on the board of directors of NDTV, a news television channel in India. In 2011, an ailing EMI was sold to Sony, which bought its music publishing business, and Universal Music. In some ways, Mr. Menon was an outsider in the Southern California music scene. “I was a very unusual and unlikely sort of person to be sent here under those circumstances to take overall executive command of Capitol,” Mr. Menon was quoted as saying in “History of the Music Biz: The Mike Sigman Interviews,” a 2016 collection published by the industry magazine Hits. Mr. Menon’s wife recalled in a phone interview that when they married, in 1972, Mr. Menon told her, “There are only two Indians in L.A.: Ravi Shankar and me.” She recounted stories of the two men — old friends from India — scouring the city’s exclusive west side in vain for good Indian food. In addition to his wife, Mr. Menon is survived by two sons, Siddhartha and Vishnu, and a sister, Vasantha Menon. Although Mr. Menon was primarily known as a manager of the business side of the labels he ran, he had the respect of many musicians. In the 2003 documentary “Pink Floyd: The Making of The Dark Side of the Moon,” Nick Mason, the band’s drummer, recalled Mr. Menon’s efforts in promoting the band’s breakthrough album, calling him “absolutely terrific.” “He decided he was going to make this work, and make the American company sell this record,” Mr. Mason said. “And he did.” Source link Orbem News #Bhaskar #Capitol #Dies #Menon #records #turned

[standbyphoenix]

‘River on the Rise’ by Debra Blake for Vegetarian Times, March 1988 (Part II, final)

How the family took their vision to Hollywood dates back 10 years ago, to their final days in Venezuela. The family had little money when they left the religious community and River, along with his sister Rainbow, often took to the streets, restaurants, and even airport waiting areas to sing to people, entertaining them while trying to earn a dollar. River had been playing guitar since before he was 5 years old, and his talent became increasingly apparent to Arlyn and John. Back in the States, the family headed straight for Los Angeles, where Arlyn took a job at a broadcasting company to get the family's collective foot in Hollywood's door.

"We weren't going for the glamour or the fame of it all," Arlyn says. "We were going to take the kids' talent-which was so obvious-to us-and turn it into something and help make change at the same time. That's why we went."

Weren't they afraid that the kids wouldn't share their vision, or perhaps lose sight of it as the endless glittery parties began to welcome them, threatening to turn them into Hollywood brats?

"No," says Arlyn. "I knew they wouldn't get into the Hollywood scene. We had our own business to attend to, and it wasn't Hollywood. It was making change in the world."

River's business is making change, too. He's clear on that score. "If I didn't think I could be a part of a movement that could influence," he says, "and be a part of helping and change, if I couldn't help that through what I'm doing, I wouldn't do this. But I'm seeing that through this position-in this career, and where I have these magazine interviews- I can be an example, and I think that's important. In all the interviews I do, I say something about my being vegan. I don't want to come off as if I'm a savior. I'm only a very small part of anything, but I think it's important to be involved. I'm interested in meditation and finding spiritual fulfillment. But for me to just go off and devote my life to monkhood in the jungle would be ultimately abandoning the world, and the consciousness would be on a selfish level. I think I can do a lot more good for this planet if I am out there."

River is still young. Does he share his mother's confidence that he'll be able to withstand the pressures that Hollywood places on young people-pressures that make them grow up quickly, losing their dreams and ideals in the process?

"Being out there," River says slowly, looking around at the giant oak trees on the lawn, "you can go astray, and everything can be destroyed. I'm aware of that, but I don't think I'll get into that. Maybe I'm lucky; I'm not really attracted to all of that now. I think I'll be strong enough, but I do see there's that chance.

"You can't really make any plans about things like this, though. You go with the flow but still against the grain, not for the ego of it but for the belief of it. The only thing I have to show is how I live. The vegan thing is one of the main things. I'm a peaceful person; I think that's manifested through how I live. I don't start trouble. But time will tell."

River has moved around a lot over the years. He was born in Oregon, went with the family to South America as a young child, and has lived in countless California towns. He's traveled-sometimes with only part of the family-to different countries to film on location. Just before last Thanksgiving the whole family moved to Florida, where they now reside. They wanted to leave the Hollywood scene and revive ideals about living in the country.

Florida winter afternoons are warm, and River spends hours in the garage, hunched over his new 12-string guitar. His hands are square and strong, and after so many years they're used to playing the chords that sound good to him. He has the guitar plugged into an amplifier, and the rock rhythms echo out in the yard. He's not in school (he was privately tutored for most of his life), and he says he's not interested in working until the summer. These days he's mostly hanging around, traveling a bit, hoping a bass guitarist will read the signs he placed around the University of Florida campus. "Needed," the signs read. "Bass guitarist with young blood who's into progressive rock and roll, jazz. For demo recordings." River is looking for a buddy to jam with.

If he didn't have his acting career, River thinks he could be a musician. He's driven to it. "I love music," he says. "It's so much a part of me." The roster of his favorite musicians is long and eclectic; he's especially into early Squeeze and U2. But the rest of his list reads like the playlist of an early '70s FM station. "I like jazz, folk music, Bob Dylan. Older Bowie and old Roxy Music to fall asleep to. I like old Steely Dan music and some Pink Floyd. Old Led Zeppelin, too. The Beatles are my Bible; that goes without saying. And I like classical music."

Modern music disappoints River, and he doesn't like much of what's commercially produced. His tastes in books and movies also show that River has one foot in a different age. He sounds a little frustrated by that, and says things like "movies nowadays. ..books nowadays. .. music nowadays."

He doesn't see too many new movies, preferring witty, intelligent classic comedies, and he likes the great slapsticks. But his idealism comes through even here. "I haven't seen Cry Freedom [about Steven Biko, a martyred black South African], but it's top on my list for a real conscious movie. And I liked Brazil. I like intense movies. Did you ever see Brother Sun, Sister Moon? It's about St. Francis. I felt a rebirth after I saw that."

He doesn't find much time for reading, though he'd like to, but somehow he's picked up a lot of information on health and political issues. The novels he's read, or would like to read, are those that kids grew up on 15 and 20 years ago: Catcher in the Rye and Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger, Hermann Hesse's Siddhartha, Richard Bach's Illusions, Ray Bradbury's Martian Chronicles, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

As for his own movies, he's hot enough to be selective about the scripts he accepts, and he's been pretty happy with the results. "I feel no need to invest in a movie unless I have an incredible passion for it," he says. "And one that will not only be good for me but one I can be proud of-one that's a benefit to society. I always hope the movie will, if nothing else, be a part of good art and influence people in a good way."

Up to now, there's been no compromising in River's work, and he's not planning on changing his record. Even as a child, no commercials he ever made endorsed white bread, and when he was in Seven Brides, the family made sure he wouldn't have to go fishing or wear a coonskin cap.

River still chooses carefully, hoping the ideals he lives by will be reflected in the characters he plays. He liked his character of Chris Chambers in Stand by Me, directed by Rob Reiner. "Chris came off as a victim of the mentality of his town, but he was a good person. He was a great friend, he was loyal and he wasn't an idiot-not just a big dumb l2-year-old. He was a real sweet guy, smart and intelligent. A good character."

The last movie he worked on was Sidney Lumet's Running on Empty. (Lumet directed Dustin Hoffman in the Academy Award-winner Tootsie.) River plays the son of parents whose antimilitary activities have kept them on the run for years. River likes the character but sees him as a victim, too.

"In dramas, kids usually are victims, either to their parents or to society:' River explains. "I want to get away from that. It would be wonderful to see someone already in a clear-minded reality take it from there and maybe go beyond that, show what can happen."

He can't say precisely what kinds of films he'd like to do or what kind of work will draw him next. Theater would be interesting, perhaps, and possibly directing at some point. Unlike many actors, he's not even thinking about who he'd like to work with. "I would like to work with Rob Reiner again," he says, "Maybe just a cameo role in one of his movies. But for the most part I don't think like that. I figure that time will tell, and if it's right, I'll meet the right people and work with them at some point." Outwardly, River has few doubts about himself, as an individual and as a Phoenix family member. "I'm definitely an individual," he said. "I feel very secure as an individual. And I'm proud of my family and what we've done together. I'm a product of my family, just like everybody else. These are my roots.

"I just want to live my life. Acting is what I love to do, and it's worked out this way. I don't know if it's God's perfect plan or whatever, but for me, not only do I love it and get great satisfaction out of it, but also I can work my beliefs in. I'm free to believe in what I do, and I can share those beliefs with others. Not in a preaching way, not telling others, but just by what I do. I find that very fulfilling."

After lunch-tabouli, nori, blue corn chips, tofu omelet, tahini dressing-River and Rainbow, like older brother and sister in any family, take the family jeep to pick up the other kids from school. Back home, River runs into the yard to swing on the rope hung from one of the oaks. "Hey, look at this!" he yells. While Rainbow watches, River laughs, jumps high and grabs hold. 

A Phoenix on the rise.

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Nancy Smith Lineberry

Nancy Eugenia Smith Lineberry, 72, of Pauline, SC, died Sunday, November 10, 2019, at her home. Born June 6, 1947, in Spartanburg, SC, she was the daughter of the late Bomar Boyd Smith and Mabel Dean Finch Smith. Nancy was the last surviving member of her family. Nancy was a 1965 graduate of Dorman High School. She attended Spartanburg Junior College for two years. It was during those years that she met her future husband, and the LOVE of her life, Ben Lineberry. Nancy attended Winthrop College and received a B.A. in secondary education. Several years later, she received her M.A.T. at Converse College, and then her Thirty-hours above the Master’s at USC-Spartanburg. She was a member of Philadelphia Baptist Church where she served as a Youth Sunday School teacher in the 1970s, a Vacation Bible School teacher, and was as a member of the church choir. She served for 32 years as pianist for the church, following in the foot-pedals of her mother who played the piano for thirty-plus years and her grandmother, Mrs. Tweetie Finch who played the piano from the late 1890s through the early 1920s. She enjoyed the many trips to Ridgecrest with her best friend, Diane Owings who played the organ for the church. Nancy was a mainstay in assisting several music directors for the church over the past thirty years. Nancy taught First Grade at Roebuck Primary and Roebuck Elementary School for thirty-eight years before retiring in 2008. She was a reading teacher and tutor at Woodland Heights and West View Elementary for six years and retired in 2014. She was a true-to-form country girl as she enjoyed helping her brother Dean in the garden. Nancy became an excellent cook, too. This was shown as her husband’s parents, J. E. Lineberry and Sarah H. Lineberry, both now deceased, enjoyed Nancy’s good southern country-style Sunday dinners. This trait was taught to her by her mother, Mrs. Mabel Smith. Nancy enjoyed going on trips to the beach with her husband and their two sons Benji and Marcus. Over time, these trips would include a host of friends and family. Traveling with friends was another enjoyment that Nancy enjoyed doing with her husband, especially to Disney World with good friends, such as: Steven Krawczvk and Kathy Causby, Larry and Phyllis Mauldin, Carroll and Diane Owings, and Marshal and Susan Morgan and their two daughters, Amanda and Jessica. Then there were those trips to Gettysburg and Monticello. We cannot forget the long drive over that high bridge on the way to visit beautiful Williamsburg, Jamestown, and Yorktown. Oh, one must add that wonderful trip by the Bob Morgan Tour to New York City with Carroll Owings and Diane. Can’t forget the trip out to the Statue of Liberty, ‘Ground Zero’, or up to the top of the Empire State building and Central Park. All of this was made so much more enjoyable as it was during the Christmas season, too. Nancy always enjoyed being with her friends, especially those Christmas trips up to the Biltmore Estate when all eight of our friends traveled the corridors wheeling Phyllis around in a wheelchair in that mansion. I believe we made a big spectacle of getting Phyllis up and down those stairs, too. Adding to the enjoyment that evening, it started snowing. Of course, we can’t forget the beach trips with Mary and Toey Lee, as well as attending those Clemson Football games. Nancy enjoyed visiting Mary, her best friend from high school, at their large farm in Alcolu. Everyone enjoyed those fish camps, too, especially LEE’S KITCHEN at Murrell’s Inlet. Nancy enjoyed helping her sons develop into fine young men and was proud of them as they developed a keen interest in the Marching Band at Dorman. Nancy was thrilled to take her mother, brother, and Aunt Elizabeth with us in 1994 to see Marcus playing in the drumline for the Dorman High School Marching Band as it marched around the entrance square to the Magic Kingdom. She would forever thank Etta Jenkins for helping her sons develop that wonderful touch on playing the piano, too. Nancy enjoyed attending those piano recitals at Case Brothers for Etta’s Classes. Besides musical playing, Nancy enjoyed seeing her sons participate in youth baseball games as well as playing on the Philadelphia Baptist Church softball team with their father. Besides being a devoted Christian lady at Philadelphia Baptist Church, Nancy was a professional schoolteacher, par excellence. Her peers at Roebuck admired her a great deal and enjoyed working closely with her on several school projects. Mrs. Annie Means knew she could always depend on Nancy to accomplish whatever task was before her. But her peers truly loved Nancy, as she was there to help in any capacity for the school and for the first-grade teachers. But most of all, Nancy was that dedicated teacher who was there for the student and several of her students compliment Nancy to this very day. Thank you all for being Nancy’s good friends like Nancy Nettles, Gina Tate, Linda Tanenbaum, Tracie Love, Judy McKinney, and a host of others, too. Also, Nancy served as an excellent teacher who would take a practice teacher and help in the molding of an excellent, future teacher for the educational systems throughout the upstate region. A good number of those student-teachers went on to become excellent teachers. They never forgot their mentor and their friend, Nancy Lineberry. As time passed and grandchildren entered the family, as well as step- grandchildren, Nancy enjoyed the many trips to the beach and to Disney World with her very large extended family. It pleased her greatly to see Josh continue his education at Spartanburg Community College. Morgan is a sophomore at the College of Charleston. Danny attended SCC but has undertaken a job in construction. Ben and Reese were a pleasure for Nancy as she has enjoyed watching them grow up over the years and helped them with homework after school. She is proud of Reese and her dancing and piano playing, too. She admires her grandson, Ben, for becoming the outdoor sportsman. Survivors include her husband of 49 years, James Benjamin “Ben” Lineberry; son, James Marcus Lineberry (Angie); daughter-in-law, Carly Lineberry; grandchildren, Ben Lineberry and Reese Lineberry; step-grandchildren, Josh Whitley, Danny Whitley, and Morgan Whitley and cousin, Carolyn Finch Fowler (Joe). In addition to her parents, she was predeceased by a son, Benjamin Boyd “Benji” Lineberry; and brother, Boyd Dean Smith. Visitation will be 1:00-2:30 PM Friday, November 15, 2019, at Philadelphia Baptist Church, with funeral services following at 3:00 PM, conducted by The Rev. Kiah Graves, The Rev. Monty King, and The Rev. Edgar Boles. Burial will be in the church cemetery. Pallbearers will be Marion Finch, Adam Finch, Eric Finch, Joe Fowler, Carroll Owings, Scott Payne, Jared Bishop, Brent Mitchell, and Larry Mauldin. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Philadelphia Baptist Church, “Capital Repair Fund”, 3119 Hwy 56, Pauline, SC 29374. Floyd’s North Church Street Chapel from The JF Floyd Mortuary via Spartanburg Funeral

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