#a good bit of robert peppered in

[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter One

Chapter One: Reunited

Plot: People who once loved each other didn’t end up in a bloodstained hall, guns pointed at one another.

But Joel and Y/n weren’t people.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: tlou ep.1 spoilers, language, canon-typical violence, blood, guns

A/N: For a fandom I had no intention of writing for, I’m writing a lot loo. I’m half considering turning this into a series, depending on what y’all think, so don’t be shy…UPDATE: we’re a series now! See more on my masterlist ☺️

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Joel exhaled as he and Tess crept through the guts of the building. The things he was going to do to Robert…screwing them over with the battery and beating on Tess. Joel would make sure the punishment was slow and agonizing.

It was an understatement of gargantuan proportion to say that Joel Miller was a different man than he’d been twenty years ago. He’d always been quiet, reserving his words only for the people he truly cared to have hear them. He was rough around the edges then too, but his edges hadn’t been razor sharp. More like a dull pencil. Prickly, but it couldn’t draw blood.

But his heart? That had been the most severe of the changes. He’d held his heart in his arms and watched it, felt it, die. He had no use for the organ anymore. There was nothing worth feeling, let alone loving, in the world that refused to let him die too.

Joel and Tess moved out of the frame of the building, guns pointed. Joel was the first to spot the dead bodies, but Tess was the one who found the battery. And Robert. There was a part of Joel that was angry he didn’t get to take the fucker out himself.

Pained grunts and groans drew their attention, the pair moved down the hall carefully. Joel went ahead with his gun drawn, his nerves used to fry upon walking into a fight. He might have missed that innocence if he allowed himself to look back.

As he turned the corner of the hall, he connected the voices to the bodies in front of him, one helping the other one up. They were injured, but that didn’t mean they weren’t infected or the attackers themselves. Joel kept his gun raised, slowly approaching until-

A small, but powerful, scream sounded off, a little body charging out of the nearest room and heading straight for Joel. He used her momentum to slam her into the wall, switching the aim of his gun to the girl at his feet.

The two who were injured turned around, pointing their weapons at Joel as soon as they saw the position he’d put the girl in.

“Fuck,” the girl panted.

“Joel?”

Joel focused on the woman’s face, “Marlene?”

Marlene looked to the girl, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she responded, eyes still on the man with the gun pointed at her. She reached for her knife, the one currently under his boot.

“Ellie,” Marlene warned, “Ellie!”

Ellie listened, her mind going to scarier places than what was in front of her. “Where’s Y/n?”

Joel’s eyes flicked to Ellie, a quick shot of adrenaline running through his chest. “What’d you say?”

The words couldn’t have left his lips and had more perfect timing. Down the hall, a female voice called, “Ellie! Ellie!”

And then she was there.

Never before in twenty years had Joel been so easily transported back to the past as he had in that moment. Seeing her face for the first time in two decades took away all the pain in his knees, exchanged his salt and pepper hair for deep chocolate brown, and threw on five pounds of weight given by eating enough food. He was 35 again, staring into the eyes of the woman he had once loved.

Who looked back at him with nothing but hatred.

“Oh, honey,” she bit out, “Thank goodness you’re home.”

Y/n’s eyes looked past the man she’d been spending twenty years trying to erase from her mind and down to where his gun was pointed. She immediately raised hers, aiming it at his head.

“You drop the gun now,” she warned.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Joel asked, dumbfounded for the first time in a long time.

“Sight seeing,” Y/n replied sarcastically, “Drop the fucking gun, or I swear, I’ll do the world a favor.”

“Y/n,” Marlene said with so much force, it made Ellie sit up straighter, “Now is not the time.”

More consumed by her duty to Ellie than her fury with Joel, she lowered her gun and looked to the girl. “Are you okay?”

Ellie nodded, concern all over her face, “You’re hurt.”

Y/n looked down at her exposed arm, the first few layers of skin painted with blood that was beginning to dry. “Just a graze,” she assured her.

Tess finally announced her presence, “So this is who Robert screws us over with? The Che Guevara of Boston? I mean, war must be going pretty shitty to be buying from scumbags like him.”

“Yeah, it kind of has been,” Marlene exhaustedly replied, “The merch was bad and he obviously didn’t take “fuck off” for an answer.”

Joel and Y/n barely heard any of the conversation that was going on around them. Their eyes were locked in a stare that neither one of them could have broken if they’d tried.

“Give me my knife,” Ellie demanded of Joel.

That snapped him back to reality, “What do you need a car battery for?”

As Ellie reached for the knife, Joel pivoted his torso to point the gun right back at her. “Don’t.”

Y/n and Marlene moved just as fast, aiming their weapons at Joel once more. “Not at her,” Marlene warned, “Point it at me.”

Ellie trembled, her hands raised in0 surrender as Joel hesitated to move his position. That infuriated Y/n to the point that she took a step forward, Joel’s instincts took over and he turned the gun on her.

It was the last place either of them had ever thought they’d be.

“And to answer your question,” Marlene continued, having lowered her own gun, “I need it for a better reason than you do. No offense, but Tommy’s just one man.”

Y/n watched Joel’s face change, the worry lines in his face became even more prominent. Had something happened to Tommy?

“It’s our business to know things,” Marlene explained, though it didn’t explain why she hadn’t felt the need to tell Y/n. As if Tommy was just another survivor…

“‘To know things,’” Joel repeated, the venom practically dripping from his lips, “You’re the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.”

“Okay, Joel…”

“That was a lot of gunfire,” Kim finally spoke up, “FEDRA’s gonna be on the way.”

Marlene sighed, “I know.”

Ellie rubbed at the shoulder that had slammed into the drywall, her eyes darting up to Y/n as if to ask if they were okay. Y/n removed her glare off of Joel for a few seconds to soften and give Ellie a nod. They would both make it out of this moment.

“We were gonna move Ellie out of the zone tonight,” Marlene stated, “But we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while anyway. So now I’m thinkin’…” she paused, “You’re gonna do it.”

“The hell we are!” Joel exclaimed.

“I’m not goin’ with them,” Ellie said at the same time.

Y/n bitterly chuckled, “No way am I letting you make that call.”

Kim volunteered, “Let me take her.”

“Tess,” Joel turned to his partner, “We don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, you don’t have time?” Marlene sarcastically asked.

“Who is she?” Tess asked.

“To you, she’s cargo,” Marlene replied.

“We don’t smuggle people,” Joel firmly stated, his eyes flicking to Y/n, “Sorry.”

“I can do it,” Kim insisted.

“Kim, you don’t have a fucking ear on your fucking head,” Marlene gritted out, “Could you please?”

“I’ll take her,” Y/n raised her voice, “That was the plan anyway.”

“No, the plan was for us to do it,” Marlene replied, “You can’t do it on your own.”

Y/n was losing patience with the Fireflies leader, “And why the fuck not?”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Marlene snapped, “You’re not ready.”

If they’d have been in any other situation, Y/n would have let the comment hurt.

“I’m not leaving without Y/n,” Ellie stated, drawing all the attention of the room to her, “She takes me.”

Joel’s eyes went back to Y/n, his mind flashing to every possibility of why the girl was so attached. Was she her daughter?

Marlene sighed, looking to Y/n, “You go with them.”

Y/n was ready to punch, scream, gnash and kick her way out of the situation. She wanted nothing to do with Joel Miller or anyone who worked with him, hadn’t for twenty years. But her loyalty to Ellie, and Ellie’s earned trust, in turn, could force her to do a lot.

Joel’s head was spinning enough just from being in the same room as her again. Now they were working together? He didn’t want that any more than he suspected she did.

In the uncomfortable silence, it was decided.

“There’s a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House.”

Joel scoffed, Y/n internally grimaced.

“I know what’s out there,” Marlene addressed both of their reactions, “We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason. But now, I don’t have a truck, I don’t have a squadron. FEDRA’s five minutes away. What I do have is you. And I know what you’re both capable of. For better of worse.”

Y/n kept repeating the mantra in her head, Ellie comes first, Ellie comes first…Before anything else. Her purpose in life was to ensure the girl’s safety, and she’d continue fulfilling it until her last breath.

“What are they capable of?” Ellie asked, innocently.

Joel was capable of reaching into someone’s chest, ripping out their soul, their heart, their reason to live, and discarding it like trash in the street. That much, Y/n knew for sure.

“You get her there safely, and they’ll give you what you need,” Marlene sweetened the deal a little, “Not just a battery, the whole thing. Fueled up truck, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.”

Joel’s face hardened, he either didn’t believe her or didn’t care. It unsettled Y/n and made her keep the pistol aimed directly at his head.

Marlene insisted, “I swear.”

Joel glanced back to Tess, who nodded for him to come have a private discussion. She wasn’t the difficult one to read. He turned back to Y/n, his gun still pointed at her shoulder. He’d once known what the slightest change in her expression meant, now it felt like looking at a blank canvas. He had nothing to go off of from the look in her eye other than the fact that there was one.

Before Joel went to Tess, he slid Ellie’s knife away with him. “Asshole,” she exclaimed. It was the first almost-smile Y/n had cracked all day.

When Joel and Tess began to converse, Marlene came and stood at Y/n’s side.

“Look, I don’t know the details of what happened with you two and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. But she,” Marlene pointed her gun downwards while she gestured to Ellie, “She needs you. You’re the only one that she’s opened up the slightest bit to. Don’t throw away that girl’s trust just because you two are fucked up.”

Ellie’s eyes were already on Y/n when she looked over. She was concerned, scared, angry, and way too young for any of this. Now wasn’t the time to get sensitive about a broken heart and especially over Joel Miller.

“Y’all talk it through, but please remember,” Marlene said to Joel and Tess impatiently, “That I’m bleeding out.”

Joel looked over Tess’ shoulder at Y/n, the two of them stared each other down. Y/n slowly lowered her gun but her eyes retained their fire. Joel didn’t feel the need to soften his glare either. Shock had passed and reality had sunk in, they were about to reenter each other’s lives.

“Okay,” Tess stepped forward, taking the role of grown-up from both of them, “Here’s the deal. We’ll get her to your crew at the State House. But before we hand her over, they give us everything that we want. If not, we kill here then and there.”

“That’ll be hard to do with my hands wrapped around your throat,” Y/n said, her voice like sweet steel.

“Y/n,” Marlene ground out, “Deal.”

“Really?” Ellie almost laughed, “That fast?”

“You are all that matters,” Marlene’s voice lowered, “My team will not jeopardize that. Remember what I told you? Now, go get your backpack.”

Ellie didn’t move, instead she looked up at Y/n. Agreeing with Marlene, she gestured to the room they’d been keeping her in and Ellie obeyed.

The first steps in anything were always the hardest to take. Fear had to be overcome and bravery needed to take the wheel. Y/n had fought for her survival relentlessly for twenty years, she’d seen the worst humanity had to offer and still found it in her to sleep at night. There was very little she was afraid of. But the idea of walking alongside Joel again sent a cold strand of fear through her spine. He was the scariest thing she could face.

Ellie came out of her room with two backpacks, handing the second one to Y/n. Maybe she was afraid, but faking courage for Ellie made it easier to leave Marlene and Kim’s side. Tess led Ellie off, leaving just Joel and Y/n in the hall. Y/n didn’t hesitate to bump her shoulder against his, pausing upon impact.

“You even think about hurting that girl,” she lowered her voice till it was sharp like a dagger, “I’ll break your legs.”

Joel’s smirk acted as a barrier between him and his true emotions. ”I’d like to see you try,” he rasped.

“Hey,” Marlene interrupted them, “Don’t fuck this up.”

The two ex-lovers looked back to one another, their final glare setting the stage for what was to be a horrendous journey. All was fair in love and war, but there was nothing fair about what had become of them…

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #twenty years later

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OLD FOLKS HOME ↪ age gap hcs

the people you love & the shit they do that reminds you of the dreaded Gap (tm). characters included: leon kennedy, chris redfield, jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers no warnings to speak of. remember kids, if you're gonna date people in their 30s and 40s, you're gonna have different cultural contexts and, most likely, different senses of humor.

Leon is eight levels of irony deep. He started doing Old Guy Shit just to mess with you, and now it's all come full circle. 

It turns out he actually likes watching the weather channel. He’s monitoring storms that are miles and miles away from you, pointing out the feeder bands like it’s some kind of sporting event. 

He's genuinely invested in Ice Road Truckers. He asks you to TiVo it for him when he's gone. You do not have TiVo. In fact, you're pretty sure no one still has TiVo. 

Or you were, until Leon once again committed to the bit and got TiVo.

Really, genuinely annoying about old movies, actors, and directors.

”What do you mean you don’t know who Robert Redford is? The Candidate? Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? C’mon. He was even in an episode of The Twilight Zone. You’ll know him when you see him.”

At least you get movie dates out of it.

Movie dates that he will pepper with trivia about the film, by the way. You don't need the commentary track. He is the commentary.

I'm so, so sorry about this. 🤪 is his favorite emoji. I know. I'm sorry.

Chris cannot fucking hear. To be honest, I think most of them have some degree of hearing loss - but Chris in particular seems to have very subjective hearing loss.

Yes, you were just having a full-fledged conversation. No, he didn’t hear you ask him to take out the trash. He didn’t forget, he just didn’t hear you. Sorry, you were standing on his right - come on, you know that’s his bad side.

Explains basic technology to you because he’s not sure if you know what it is. Then, in the same breath, crams in so many military acronyms he may as well be reciting the alphabet. Does not explain the acronyms.

Like, yeah, Chris. I know what a landline is. Dial-up internet, too. Now, what the fuck is an ORE?

Have you ever gotten ‘ok’ in response to a nude? You’re about to. Completely demoralizing, by the way.

He didn't know you wanted him to compose a poem dedicated to your beauty, okay? He tries to get better, but winds up sending shit like 'wow 👍'

Does the dad thing where he insists he's not interested in watching what's on TV and then stands with his hands on his hips in the middle of the living room, enthralled by the show.

Jill does not understand your music. She will not make an attempt to understand your music. If you see her tapping her foot to the beat, no you do not. She is not interested in expanding her musical horizons.

She only bought you tickets to that concert because she knew you would love it. She only went with you because you’re cute when you’re so into this stuff. She only bought that t-shirt because it would be a good souvenir, and eventually, a good grease rag.

Generalized distrust of social media. Do not show her a tiktok. She will ignore the video and lecture you about data safety. Jill, please. Just watch the fucking cat video.

And then she turns around and opts in to literally everything on the McDonald's app.

If there’s a rewards program, she’s in. Already sold. Didn’t even read the fine print. All that shit she was telling you about how you need to be more careful is right out the window for some free fries.

Anything for the thrill of a good deal. If she had more time on her hands, she would be couponing.

Buys in bulk. No, it doesn't matter if the two of you could not physically eat that much rice. It's cheaper to buy it like this. It's fine. It's good for you.

Gotta stock up on non-perishables, too. You gotta be prepared in case something happens. "Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it."

Claire cannot stop shopping from QVC. She's in the kitchen with David. It Takes Two with Mary and Sandra? Wrong. It actually takes three. Mary, Sandra, and Claire.

Infomercials have got her by the throat. You have so many gadgets and gizmos around your home that are just collecting dust.

Gets wine drunk and goes online shopping. Legitimately does not remember what she’s bought.

Absolutely will not let you open the packages. (“Some of this stuff could be for you, you know.” “Claire, last time it was a 10,000 count package of googly eyes.” “And I used all 10,000. You still haven’t found them all.”)

Uses every piece of technology until it’s about to fall apart. Absolutely not interested in having the latest and greatest. She’s one of those people who insists that as long as her phone can make calls and send texts, she doesn’t need a new one.

Speaking of texts. Somehow, she got it into her head that a read receipt is equivalent to a reply. She doesn't get what the problem is. You know she saw your text. Why does she have to reply?

Genuinely doesn't mean anything malicious by it - but also, if you did that to her, you would never hear the end of it.

Rebecca legitimately has facebook humor. They all have some degree of facebook humor, but she's got it the worst. 

Will blow up your notifications tagging you in shit that is just straight up not funny. I’m talking full on tagging you with “😂😂😂”

Unironically sent you a minion meme once.

It's not that she's disconnected. She teaches undergrads. She knows what’s in, even if it’s only from the periphery. It’s just that she doesn’t care. She has no interest in keeping up with trends just for the sake of it. She’s so used to being the youngest person in the room and having to keep up expectations that she just absolutely does not care anymore. She's glad she's not one of the kids anymore.

If it made her laugh it made her laugh, her enjoyment isn’t shackled by feelings of shame!!

If you have a group chat on any platform with your friends please invite her. She's just happy to be included. She'll make a discord if she has to, and she'll brag about it to her students.

Yeah, she says pupper and doggo. She does. Look at her.

#resident evil headcanons #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #chris redfield x reader #jill valentine x reader #claire redfield x reader #rebecca chambers x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil #leon kennedy

[ohtobeleah]

Odds Are? // Robert Floyd

Summary: A quiet night at the Hard Deck doesn’t stay that way when two men hold you at gunpoint for the combination to the safe.

Warnings: Gun violence. Bob Floyd x F!reader. Character death. Bobby boy whump.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author Note: Day Five of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Held At Gunpoint. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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“For a guy who doesn’t drink you sure like to hang around my bar an awful lot Bob.” It was one of the quietest afternoons the Hard Deck had ever seen. Monday night was usually the most boring night to close, but every now and then you didn’t mind the lul in patrons. It gave you a good excuse to reset the bar supplies, clean the nooks and crannies that often got missed, refill salt and pepper shakers that sat on the dining tables along with the accompanying sauce bottles. “Do you wanna help me slice these lemons?” 

Bob sat across from where you stood slicing a new batch of lemons and limes into small wedges. He nursed a glass of lemonade between his hands as he nodded in response. Completely and utterly spellbound by the sound of your voice coaxing him to come behind the bar. Uncharted territory for all the Daggers. 

Penny had a rule: No fly boys behind the bar. But you wouldn’t tell. Not when it was half an hour till closing time and Bob was the only patron left in the entire building. 

“I uh, I enjoy the company, Miss Simpson.” 

“What are the odds that I’m going to have to tell you that it’s Y/n again?” You sighed playfully as the heat in your cheeks rose. Bob came to stand behind where you stood, slicing your latest lime. He couldn’t see it, but he knew a smirk was creeping across your oh so beautiful face. “Or Gidget at least.” 

Bob was feeling a little more bold than he usually was, so before he answered he gently pushed your hair to one side to expose the junction of your neck. His fingers danced across your skin igniting your senses as they did so, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“At least once more, Miss Simpson.” Bob cooed as he leaned in to softly press his lips right below your ear. “You’re dad scares the hell outta me, I wouldn’t want him to think that I would ever disrespect his daughter.” 

As Bob's hands trailed down to your hips to keep you steady on your feet, he heard a soft but audible chuckle escape you as you placed the knife down on the chopping board and spun around to face him. 

“You call what we did last night respectful, Lieutenant Floyd?” The memory sat at the very forefront of Bob's mind. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, physically and emotionally. But in all the time Bob had known you—he never thought you were more beautiful than when you were on top of him, completely naked and on full display just for him, rocking your hips back and forth as the angelic sounds of your needy little whines echoed off his bedroom walls. 

“You didn’t seem to have any complaints.” Bob teased as he pulled you into him. Your hands came flying up to cup his clean cut cheeks as his supple lips ghosted yours. “But no ma’am—that was very disrespectful of me.” Bob let his forehead rest against yours as he took in the way you bit your bottom lips in anticipation. “You should totally reprimand me, you know—for being so disrespectful to such a lovely respectful lady such as yourself.” 

“Hmm—“ You hummed in response. “How about you help me slice these lemons, shut up shop and maybe, I’ll let you disrespect me some more?” 

“You’re a miscreant, Miss Simpson.” 

“And you’re a very good fuck, Lieutenant Floyd.” It was then you reached around to grab one of the lemons that were still yet to be cut and held it up before Bob's face. “But lemons first.” 

Bob took the lemon in his hand before he looked back down at you. His eyes told you he was all in, all in for you and everything you could give him. His lips gently pressed themselves against yours for a fleeting moment. But with Robert Floyd time stood still. 

“Yes ma’am.” He replied before he let you turn back around to get back to the likes you’d been working away at. Sorting them into containers for the next few days. “I’ll uh, I’m just gonna head to the bathroom real quick and then I promise, I’ll be the best bar assistant you’ve ever had.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” You watched as Bob rounded out from behind the bar, you pointed the very tip of your knife at him as he walked away. “But I wouldn’t give up your day job just yet, I know flying multi million dollar fighter jets is life threatening and all, but I’ve had some pretty serious run ins with some pesky lemon seeds before that would just make your heart stop.” 

Bob knew in that very moment he wanted more. Whatever the two of you were, he wanted more. He wanted you at every point in the morning, noon and night. He wanted you day in and day out, hour after hour, minute after minute. Ever since he first saw you shaking hands with Penny after accepting a casual bartending job while you were staying at your dads place, he knew he wanted to know you in some aspect. 

But by god did Robert Floyd fall hard for Admiral Simpson's only daughter. You couldn’t make it easy on the guy could you? No—you just had to be the daughter of the guy who could make or break Bob's career. 

“I’ll be back in a minute—“ You expected Bob to call you Miss Simpson like he always did. Even when the two of you were romantically involved he wouldn’t say your name. It felt too real then. Like if he said your name you’d slip right through his fingers. It was simple ‘darlin’ if it wasn’t Miss Simpson. But as Bob stopped in his tracks and knocked his knuckles on the bar, he sent you a soft smile—half sided and crooked as all hell. “Y/n, I’ll be back in a minute Y/n.” 

“Hurry back, Bob.” Bob's eyes lingered on you for a few more seconds before he disappeared out of sight. You couldn’t contain the smirk that plastered itself across your face as you went back to cutting your lemons and limes. 

You could see yourself really falling in love here. With Bob, the shy but albeit sweet as sweet could be fly boy who just took your breath away with such ease. You always told yourself that you’d never fall for a Naval Aviator—you didn’t want to live that life. But with Bob it seemed so effortless, so simple, so—organically meant to be. 

“Are you still open sweetheart?” A man’s voice broke you out of the daydream you’d fallen into thinking about Bob and all the things that made him, simply him. 

“Oh!” You looked around for the clock, confirming the time before you answered the gentleman poking his head through the front door. “Yeah—yeah I’ve still got a good fifteen minutes before I start closing down the bar.” 

“Sounds like just enough time.” The man smiled as he entered the bar, soon enough he was followed by two other men who all wore black denim jeans in black puffer jackets. “I’ll get a rum and coke if that’s not too much to ask for, sugar.” 

“What brings you fellas in so late on a Monday night?” You asked as you wiped your hands on your apron, your hands were covered in lemon and lime juice. But you went about fetching the gentleman his order. 

“Oh you know—“ One of the men began as he sat up on one of the barstools. “We’re just here to make some quick cash.” You weren’t too sure if you had heard the man correctly as you poured his shot into the cool class. But when you looked up to see the handgun sitting on top of the bar, with the safety off and a fully loaded clip, you knew you had heard him correctly. “You’re gonna finish making me that drink, and then you’re going to give us whatever you’ve got in that till there.” 

Although you could have sworn your heart was about to explode out of your chest from the fear coursing through your veins, you stood firm and kept a stoic look upon your face as you reached for the soda gun. 

“Unfortunately gentleman you picked the wrong night of the week to hold the joint up.” You sighed, going about your business as normal. Finishing off the drink the man with the gun had ordered before you placed it right in front of him on a little Hard Deck coaster. “Float only carries two hundred and twenty five dollars in it at any one time, and that’s on a good night.” 

“All that extra overflows gotta go somewhere, doesn’t it girly?” The man sitting off to the right added as he played with a straw he’d plucked from the dispenser. 

“The hand soaps a little low in the mens.”

Your heart froze inside your chest at Bob's voice, sweet baby boy Bob. “I can refill it if you’d like? I just need the key—“ As Bob looked up to see three men sitting around the bar, he didn’t immediately think anything was wrong. It was only when his eyes saw the hand gun top of the bar that he froze. “Give them what they want—“ 

“Bob—“ You warned as you crained your neck his way. “Don’t.” 

“Oh what have we got here boys?” The main man with the gun chuckled to himself with utter glee when he noticed Bob wearing none other than his service khakis. “A naval man.” He snickered to his buddies as they all got up from the barstools they’d taken seats on. “How’s good old Uncle Sam treating you?” 

“Not as well as you’d expect—“ Was all Bob replied with as he made sure his hands could be seen. His eyes never left yours though as he watched you frozen behind the bar. “Whatever you want, take it—just don’t hurt her.” 

“Oh he’s a hero lads!” The man with the gun laughed as he walked closer and closer over to where Bob had frozen in his tracks. “Lucky for you—she doesn’t get hurt if she just gives us what we want.” 

“Then take it and leave.” Bob hissed, he wasn’t taking any risks here. Whatever these guys wanted they could have it. Nothing was as valuable as your life was. Nothing couldn’t be made back or re-purchased. But there wasn’t another you. 

“Where’s the safe dollface?” The man with the guy who’s eyes reminded you of soulless pits of darkness turned back to face you. “Because odds are you won’t wanna see Mr. Military Man here with a bullet between his eyes, would you?” 

“It’s in the back.” You whimpered as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. Bob could see how scared you really were, how frightened you’d become the moment he walked in the room. “I’ll take you to it but I don’t know the code—“ You weren’t lying. Penny hadn’t told anyone the combination to the safe. She’d leave it unlocked until you cashed out. Once you put the cash in for the night? That was that—you couldn’t open it again. “And I already changed out the till for the night. So again—I’ve got two hundred and twenty five dollars here, all yours.” 

As soon as you had said you didn’t know the code, the man holding the gun with the dark soulless eyes pointed the gun he held in his head directly at you. Bob moved to step in the way—if that guy was gonna shoot anyone it was gonna be him. 

“Woah, woah, woah, woah—“ Bob panicked. This was not what he had had in mind for a quiet Monday night. “Just take the whole safe? If she can’t unlock it, just take the whole thing.” 

“You’ve got a hell of a lot of nerve standing between this gun and that girl Lieutenant.” The man growled as his two buddies went to stand on either side of Bob as you watched from behind the bar. “Keep him busy while little miss over here shows me where the safe is.” 

Your legs wouldn’t move, it felt like you were glued in the spot you stood as the fear rushed through your adrenal glands. 

“Get the fuck over here before I change my mind and shoot you both.” Again you couldn’t move, you couldn’t barely begin to think about moving one foot in front of the other. But then there was Bob. 

“Y/n—“ Bob warned as he turned around to face you. “Just give them whatever they want, and they’ll leave.” He reminded you, making sure to keep his composure as calm as he could. “I’m right here, just show him where the safe is.” 

“Honey so help me god if we don’t get what we came here for someone is gonna end up dead.” The click of the pin being pulled back made you jump before you were rushing around to the other side of the way. “Atta girl—“ 

“Bob—“ You whimpered as you made your way past. He was all that you wish you could have been and more. Brave, heroic, calm. He reached out for you even though the two men who stood on either side of him stopped him from doing so, he still tried. 

“You’re okay, just do what he says, I’m right here, you’re okay.” Never did you ever think you’d find yourself in this situation. Being held at gunpoint in your place of work. Statistically it was bound to happen, you just never thought it would happen to you. Little old you in North Island. A town full of Naval men and women. “Go, I’ll be fine.” 

“Quicker we get this over with the quicker we’re outta here sugar.” The man still holding the gun reminded you as you walked with him towards the back of the Hard Deck. Penny had a small office you would use to do ordering in. In that small office she kept the taking for the week before she would bank them. 

Monday nights were usually bank nights. Which meant there was not left except for a double hundred dollars you’d only just cashed out. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked nervously as you made your way into the office with the barrel of a gun pressed into the small of your back. There was a rather rugged hand guiding you on your shoulders, pushing you along. “There’s a million and one places you could have gone, why here?” 

“My buddy Harrison got tossed outta here not long ago by the bitch who owns the joint.” It was all the explanation you really needed. “Call it cosmic karma—“ You made your way over to where the safe was and pointed it out before you turned back to face your captor. 

“There, again I don’t know the combination—but if you and your buddies can carry it I’ll let you walk out with it.” 

“Oh will you.” The man snarled as he closed in on you. “You’ll just let me walk out with it will you?” He had you up against the wall in seconds—the gun pressed into your jaw. “Why do the real pretty ones have to have such big fucking mouth.” 

“POLICE!” It couldn’t have come soon enough. “POLICE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” You could hear the yelling coming from out front as you smirked wildly. There had been a panic button under the bar, the second you saw the gun? You’d hit it without hesitation. 

“What are the odds you can carry that thing alo—“ Warm. That’s how you’d described it. The feeling of the bullet entering your stomach at point blank range felt warm as much as it felt as cold as ice. “Oh.” 

“What are the odds you make it out of here alive?” The man who’d just shot you snickered before he stood back and watched you slide down the wall. Your hand was oozing crimson red as you tried to hold a firm pressure against the wound you’d sustained. But your mind was fogging with every passing second. 

He ran. The man who’d just shot you and left you to die ran as fast as he could out the back door. You saw a police officer run after him in a blur. But time was moving as quickly as it was standing still. 

“Y/n?” Bob's voice barreled down the hall as he came racing through to find you. “Y/n?” He knew you would have been back here somewhere. He’d heard a shot ring out, a single gut wrenching gun shot that had him on edge. “Oh my god—“ 

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster up as you bled through your work shirt. “I’m so sorry—“ 

“I—I need a medic!” Bob shouted over his shoulder before he was coming to your aid. He placed his hand over your and pressed a little firmer. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be alright.” 

“What are the odds of that exactly?” You chuckled softly, Bob didn’t miss the way a little blood painted your bottom lip and the place’s between your teeth. “Bob?” 

“High as all hell you hear me?” Bob replied as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Y/n baby, do you hear me?” 

“I’m just gonna—“ Bob could see your neck struggling to keep your head upright. “Need to rest my eyes for a minute.” 

“No, no, no, no—you stay here with me.” Bob pleaded as your blood stained his hands. “We still have to finish cutting the lemons.” He tried to make you smile again. “I’ve still gotta show you just how good of a bar hand I can be.” 

“Show me tomorrow?” You felt the cold first, everything was numb before you even knew what hit you. Bob could tell too. He could see the light behind your eyes fading. He knew you were leaving, so Bob pressed his lips against yours gently just one more time. For the last time. 

“Tomorrow, and all the other days after, Miss Simpson.” Bob hoped you’d have enough strength to tell him just one more time. 

“It’s Y/n.” You did, without hesitation. “Please Bob—“

“What are the odds you tell me you love me?” Bob asked as he wiped your tears away with the hand that wasn’t holding yours against your stomach. Trying his best to stop you from bleeding. “Y/n?” But it was too late. 

Your eyes were trained on him but you were already gone. But as Bob cried he whispered it to you for the first and last time. He couldn’t let you go without you knowing. 

“I love you so very much.”  ***~***~****~***~****~****~***~***~***~***~***~

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[sorchathered]

As you wish

Summary- Bob, Mickey and their girlfriends go on an adventure to the local renaissance faire, but how can Bob be expected to keep his hands or thoughts to himself when you look like the fairy princess of his wildest dreams?

Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- language, drinking, smut, knife play if you squint.

It was probably the hottest day of the summer, but that hadn’t deterred any of you from gearing up in your painstakingly hand crafted costumes and caravanning down the highway to Escondido for the Renaissance festival. Fanboy and his girlfriend and you and your newly minted fiancée Robert Floyd had been playing dnd with a group in Coronado for about 2 years now, that’s how all of you had met. You were putting signs up for the new campaign at the library, and Bob happened upon the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, feet carrying him to the bulletin board before his brain caught up with what he was doing. He’d been shy but charming, and you had enthusiastically convinced him to join your group later in the week to try it out. He’d never played before but he new for sure that Mickey had, so with a little (a lot) of begging and promises to buy his beers at the Hard Deck that weekend, the both of them turned up at the community center in Coronado to join the band of misfits they would soon call a second family.

It had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made if he was honest, the two of you had gone out for coffee after the first meeting and had been inseparable ever since. Two years later and he would follow you anywhere, you were quite literally like a fairy, full of bright energy, quick witted and downright ethereal with your wide shining eyes and angelic features, he truly didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. You’d kept your costume a secret all month, carefully curating little bits and pieces and as you crossed the threshold into your bedroom he had the thought to just stay home and ravish you all day. A beautiful green peasant dress was split at the hip, the skirt frilly and flowing down past your knees, with a beautiful laced up corset starting at your waist and pushing your cleavage impossibly high on your chest, he was definitely salivating and couldn’t seem to snap out of his trance until you skipped over and tapped his nose. “Hmm? What? I’m sorry baby, what did you say?” He wasn’t subtle at all and you giggled as you leaned into him to pepper kisses along his cheeks and slotting yourself between his thighs. “I take it you like what you see my strong, powerful warlock…buuuut I don’t think we have time for what you have in mind so get dressed handsome it’s time to go!” You say with a laugh as you step out of his arms and skitter down the hall with a cackle. Good Lord, he was going to lose his mind watching you all day, as he heaved himself off the bed he heard you holler down the hallway, “oh and baby just wait until you see my wings!” He groaned again at the thought and trudged to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower, grumbling about his temptress fairy princess and how he’d rather stay home.

You couldn’t have had a better time if you tried, somehow you and Mickey’s girlfriend Lana had convinced the boys to dress up as well, and you both had to admit there was something to be said about watching them walk around in billowy shirts looking like they’d just stepped out of a Tolkien novel. The boys were having the time of their lives, drinking ale from giant wooden tankards and consuming their weight in turkey legs, while the two of you girls bought glittery potion bottles and crystal necklaces from the local vendors. Finally heading home as the sun went down you peeked through the rear view at the drunken rogue and warlock passed out in your backseat and giggled, you just hoped Bob would be alert enough for what you had planned for the evening when you got home.

After safely depositing Lana and Mickey at home, your knight in shining armor clambered into the front seat, bright eyes full of mirth as he looked you over, his fingers had been itching to loosen your corset strings all day and if he was honest he was a little hard at the thought of letting you ride him with nothing but your fairy wings on. You fortunately were on the same page, impatiently ushering him through the doorway and down the hall as you groped at him and sucked on his tongue, you’d always wanted to role play as your characters but had been too scared to ask, but now looking at Bob’s flushed cheeks as he toyed with the laces of your corset you knew he was absolutely into this.

“Can I help you handsome? See something you like?” You said as you turned in his arms, looking up at him through your lashes and rubbing your body all over his. “Fu- I- I see a lot of things that I like my lady, think you should show me what’s hiding under this gown, can’t be too careful can I? Fairies are known for their trickery.” He says as he leans in to suck a mark behind your ear and begins unlacing your corset, tantalizingly slow as he continues to nibble at your neck and collarbone, nimble fingers untangling the laces and smoothing over exposed skin as your dress begins to loosen and slip from your frame. “I don’t know what you mean sir, we fairies are a peaceful lot, I would be a fool to try and get the upper hand on such a strong, powerful warlock such as you” you say with a cheeky grin, sliding the dagger you’d bought today from your thigh holster and pressing it into his side. “Hmmf, exactly like I said, tricky business dealing with fairies” he huffed out a laugh and raised his hands, letting you lower him to his knees in front of you. You switched to your normal voice as you lifted his chin, stroking the stubble that you always loved him to have on the weekends. “What’s your color baby?” “Green, so so fucking green, You’re a dream come true you know that?” He said as he smoothed calloused palms across the back of your thighs, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking it, drawing a whimper from you as you nodded furiously at him.

“If you wanted to check me for weapons all you needed to do was ask, but since I have you on your knees, why don’t you put that smart mouth to task on something useful” you said you hooked your leg over his shoulder and pulled him close to your core, as fun as the banter had been you were wound up and needed him to touch you. He ran his nose along your underwear, teasing you with little nips to the side of your thighs and pulled back to look at you again, disappointment crossed your features and he chuckled and pinched your ass from under your skirt. “I think you might want to roll for persuasion sweetheart, I could draw this out a little longer if I’m honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you begging for it.” You blinked down at him a little stunned, that cocky son of a bitch, he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh- oh that’s mean. Fine. Give me your dice then, I know you bought new ones today.” He definitely did buy a new set today, and he would be lying if this wasn’t absolutely hilarious to him so he pulled them from his pocket and placed them in your hand, throwing his head back and laughing at the irritated look on your face as you shook the dice and tossed them at his feet. “Ha! D20! You heard me Warlock, put that silver tongue of yours to good use or I’ll cut your throat where you stand.”

You feigned irritation but you’d get what you wanted, you both knew he’d never tell you no anyways, he ran his hands over your thighs again and began to slide your underwear down your legs, letting it dangle off the leg hanging from his shoulder and set to work, licking a stripe through your folds as he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. Fuck he was always so good at this, eating at you in earnest as you ground against his face and tugged his hair, making out with your cunt and moaning into you like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Oh, oh fuck I’m there just like that” you breathed out and came hard on his tongue, he didn’t stop until you were overstimulated and pushing at him to stop, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and pulling himself up to grope your chest and kiss you. “What do you want my sweet fairy princess? I’m at your service my love.” “Want you to fuck me, need you inside me, claim me.” He was pretty sure you were trying to kill him, it wasn’t even his birthday and you were giving him his wildest dreams, he pulled the rest of your dress and corset off as you clawed at his shirt and pants trying to strip him down to nothing. Finally free of clothes his eyes roamed over you, you were perfect in every way but he still couldn’t get that one thought out of his head so he stepped around you to grab the wings you’d dropped and held them in front of you. “Can’t get it out of my head, what do you think baby? Ride me with the wings on?” He had the gall to look a little sheepish as his cheeks heated up, you’d never get over just how damn cute he was, he could be downright filthy but this is somehow what caused him to get shy on you. You slipped your arms through the holes and shoved him backwards into the bed climbing onto him and sliding his hard cock into you, rocking slowly with him as he sucked on your chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth as you cried out, oh God were you close again already? Shit maybe you two needed to start doing this more often, you felt like you were buzzing with electricity with every thrust, the small thatch of hairs at the base of him grazing your clit deliciously as you came hard for the second time, sending him tumbling over the edge with you as his teeth sank down into the juncture of your neck, painting your walls with his spend.

He made to roll you onto your back but you made him wait, your wings were expensive and you didn’t want him to crush them, so you slid them off and let them hit the floor, rolling him on top of you as you continued to kiss lazily. “Damn this could be a problem” he said with a grin and you looked up at him puzzled, “how am I ever supposed to go to dnd on Fridays with you when all I can think about is you rolling a d20 so I’d eat you out.” You both couldn’t stop your giggles, and when Friday rolled around and your DM suggested Bob roll for persuasion, you couldn’t help but giggle and wink at him, thinking about taking him home and donning your pretty wings for him again and how it should definitely become a regular event.

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[cassius-the-kitten]

General Headcanons (DDADDS x Reader)

warnings: just a lot of x reader fluff, also swearing in some sections, also some alcohol mentions

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Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Robert Small x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader

Brian Harding

Brian loves to cook, even if he’s better at grilling. he will cook you bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes every morning. it’s honestly a miracle that nothing ends up burnt, because he does it all at once like some sort of multitasking magician.

he may be a general contractor, but he’s got Very clumsy hands. nothing in his house is glass or ceramic because he WILL drop it. it’s all plastic cups from here on out.

thankfully he is very, very careful and extra mindful when he cooks. to the point where you shouldn’t have a conversation with him during his cooking because he will have a hard time keeping up with you due to the 5 million other things he is doing.

his dadbook profile isn’t wrong. he thinks a lot about how much smarter Daisy is than him.

but in Daisy’s defense, Brian is a himbo, through and through.

he cannot get any social cues ever and is absolutely clueless when someone obviously has a crush on him. he’s the type of guy to think you’re just being nice to him when you’re flirting.

he genuinely just likes having friendly competition, he has no clue why the dadsona seems to hate him and is getting so frustrated with losing.

and Brian’s autistic, which actually makes a lot of sense because of him missing every social cue ever.

over half of his wardrobe is button-up shirts and cargo shorts of various colors. he actually wearing socks and sandals… and even crocs. thankfully he sometimes has the decency to wear normal sneakers or even boots outside.

if you get him a button-up shirt, he will love you forever. he basically collects them.

believe it or not, but Brian was born in Florida. his parents just decided to move up to Massachusetts when he was little. his parents have since then moved back down to Florida for retirement. he and Daisy visit them sometimes for the winter holidays. one time they made the mistake of visiting during summer, and have never visited Florida in summertime since then due to the heat.

he is a very warm man. not just when he’s sleeping. he is a furnace. if you hug him for long enough, you will be sweaty by the time you come out of it.

his love language is physical affection. he just loves to pick up people and hug them and cuddle them whenever it’s socially acceptable to do so.

he’s like a dog sometimes. if you have a job and you get home after he does, he will be ECSTATIC and like Maxwell, will immediately come up to the door to greet you with kisses and hugs.

and like a grizzly bear, he’s pretty fond of fish. Brian just prefers whitefish like cod or haddock to salmon, but he’ll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him.

unless it’s spicy. Brian cannot handle any spice hotter than black pepper. on good days he can eat some semi-spicy chicken wings and enjoy himself, but only if he has a lot of water and coleslaw on hand to eat with it.

Brian actually likes piña coladas. it’s his favorite alcoholic drink besides beer, and it’s usually his second choice if he’s got a sweet tooth that day. but he doesn’t drink that often, actually.

honestly, he’s probably gone to Margaritaville with Joseph at one point. Joseph kinda meant it as a date but Brian had no clue and was so oblivious that Joseph thought that it was on-purpose in a passive-aggressive manner.

Hugo Vega

Hugo is autistic and his special interests are wrestling and literature. Ernest is also autistic. i will die on this hill

sometimes he writes a bit of poetry in his spare time, though he’s quite insecure about it so he has never shown it to anyone. a lot of them have allusions to other pieces of literature or wrestling.

the poetry writing is funny because i imagine that when he was first put into a poetry course in highschool he probably Hated it because he just couldn’t pick up much on the metaphors and the tone of the piece (just like me fr). but later in his life Hugo definitely gained an appreciation for poetry and started to write a bit of it after the divorce just to deal with his feelings.

he’s always willing to give constructive criticism. to anyone. sometimes he comes off as judgemental when he does that and he doesn’t realize it

Hugo speaks Spanish fluently, and knows a little bit of French. he actually grew up speaking Spanish and English in a bilingual household because his parents immigrated from Mexico.

he also celebrates Día de los Muertos and has since he was a child. it is his favorite holiday due to the symbolism, even if he ends up just celebrating it from home with Ernest. it’s actually one of the few things they still bond over — just decorating, making food, and Hugo going over some family history with Ernest.

this man works hard to keep his house as clean as possible. and he works hard to try and get Ernest to clean his room, which works maybe half the time. sometimes Hugo caves in and can’t help but to go in there and clean it himself if it gets bad and Ernest is out. he makes sure to try and put everything back where he found it, unless it was on the floor. then he puts it on Ernest’s bed.

Hugo isn’t much of a movie or TV show type of guy, unless they are an adaptation of a book. then he reads the book and then watches the movie\TV show. then he writes a review of it to get his thoughts and feelings out, and he Will send it to you if he trusts you enough. but only if you’ve watched it. Hugo believes heavily in the sanctity of not giving out unwanted spoilers.

he’s got a guilty pleasure of watching bad horror movies. this is canon. go replay Hugo’s second date and you will find this piece of dialogue which i hold near to my heart.

he can’t really handle good horror movies. horror movies that are good at scaring people, anyway.

he could probably crush a watermelon between his thighs. or his arms. if you ask him if he could crush a watermelon, he would be Very confused because he doesn’t know the trend(? was it a trend or did i imagine that???)

“…what? Why would I want to crush a watermelon between my thighs? I don’t like watermelon. Neither does Ernest. Honestly, I don’t know the last time he’s ever willingly eaten a vegetable or fruit.”

but then he’d be very surprised if you showed him videos of people doing it. he’d just stare with interest, impressed by the muscles.

if you manage to do it, he’ll actually start blushing so hard that he has to try and hide his face.

speaking of, he actually does try to hide his face a lot when he realizes he’s blushing. it’s very cute because he also can’t hold back a very embarrassed smile when he does so.

Mat Sella

Mat’s kind of a punk, alternative, and rock music guy, but he also really likes R&B, indie, and even some of those catchy pop songs.

his handwriting is very, very neat and pretty. he writes in cursive a lot, but only because he thinks it’s pretty and he’s just used to writing in it a lot.

he takes very, very good care of his hair. he also is the one mainly taking care of Carmensita’s hair, since she has a general disregard for taking the leaves and twigs out of it after she plays outside. so Mat is the one doing hair clean-up duty all the time.

he also cleans Carmensita’s glasses after she comes inside after playing. because she refuses to clean her glasses.

thankfully, Mat is good at cleaning and likes to clean. obviously he bakes almost every other day for both the Coffee Spoon and himself. music is playing on the record player while he’s baking or cleaning, unless he’s doing some late-night cleaning when Carmensita is asleep; that’s one of the few times he wears headphones in the house

he takes headphones with him everywhere he goes, though. he has a little bowl next to the front door with his keys and headphones in it so he doesn’t forget them

he loves coffee, to say the least. he brews a cup every morning, it’s almost like a ritual to him at this point. he just enjoys the process and relishes in it every day. it’s almost like it’s own type of therapy for him.

if it turns out that you don’t like coffee, however — he will act like a normal person and say “oh, okay” and just not make you drink coffee. he’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to share his morning coffee time with both of you having a cup.

but if you at all try to join him on his coffee time with your own drink, just sitting in the morning and soaking up the sunlight and happy silence, he’ll be over the moon sharing that time.

we all know that he has the tendency to talk too much when he’s anxious, so moments like these where you’re just sitting together, mostly silent, is his favorite.

Mat just isn’t much of a talker when he’s super comfortable. so cuddling will be pretty quiet, too.

Mat grew up with cats, and absolutely adores them to the point where he is so tempted to turn the Coffee Spoon into a cat cafe. the only reason he hasn’t adopted any cats is because each time he is confronted with the idea he is incapable of making any decision and gets anxious.

but if you like cats, you’re totally getting a cat together. especially if you give him any kind of confidence when you’re around, like Rosa used to.

Mat isn’t an alcohol kind of guy. not since Carmensita was born, anyway. he also just doesn’t really like the taste of beer and other alcoholic drinks. he prefers the bitter coffee taste (couldn’t be me).

Mat does drink tea sometimes, but not often. maybe once a month he treats himself to a cup of tea.

Rosa actually really liked tea, so part of the reason Mat doesn’t drink it that often is because it reminds him of Rosa.

Robert Small

the man is Big. 6’3” and pretty chunky, so yeah. he’s pretty intimidating, and not just because of his RBF (resting bitch face).

speaking of RBF, he looks constantly mildly ticked off when in reality he is thinking about what he’s having for dinner. sure, he has plenty of other expressions, but they’re not quite as common as his “looks like he’s thinking of committing multiple crimes” look.

this man wakes up with some serious bedhead — hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, not because of the way he sleeps but because of Betsy. sometimes she gets up and sleeps right next to his head. and sometimes she gives Robert’s hair a bit of a nibble.

he really gives the whole “raccoon at the dumpster” type of look.

sometimes he volunteers at the animal shelter but only really late in the day when nobody except Mary is there. he usually brings a flask of whiskey with him to share with her, but Mary isn’t super keen on drinking around the animals.

he’s more like a cat than he is a dog. he likes to just sit in the general vicinity those he likes without saying anything while they talk for hours on end and he gives acknowledging feedback. usually just a blink and a nod.

but sometimes, very rarely, if he loves likes you enough, he’ll smile as he stares right at you, saying nothing.

if you end up dating him and move in with him, you could be doing literally anything and then turn around to find him staring at you with a smile that he tries to hide. sometimes he can’t believe that he’s in a healthy relationship after all the heartache he’s suffered.

but it’s also unnerving when you do something kinda embarrassing, like struggling to find a midnight snack, and then you just turn around and this big old man is just staring at you like my a cat waiting for you to go back to your bedroom.

remember how i said he’s more cat than dog? scratch that. if you have a job or god forbid, leave home without him, he will wait for you to come home. he will check the front door any time he hears even a little noise, very excited to see you, until he realizes you’re not home yet.

he counts down the hours and minutes until you get home from work. if it was socially acceptable for him to drive you to work and sit in your work’s parking lot the entire time and spend it waiting for you, he would do it.

if he can go with you somewhere, he will. even if it’s a 5 minute trip to the grocery store and it will take him longer to get dressed than to go with you, you better wait because he is coming with.

the second you come through that door? he is getting up off the couch that he moved to purely so he would be closer to the door and he, like Betsy, is coming directly towards you to ask you how your day was and if you brought anything back for him.

if you critique any of his whiskey then he will break out into a very passionate rant about the best kind of whiskey is the kind that makes you almost die a little bit on the inside when you take a shot.

idk why, but i feel like if he and Saul Goodman met, they’d be best friends. they’d pull off the best grifts together.

also Robert fucking loves Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. he just rewatches it over and over again as a comfort show even though it doesn’t provide any comfort whatsoever. his faves are Saul and Nacho

he will force you to watch Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul. or at the very least, he explain the plotline.

Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul is the Only reason that he has a Netflix subscription. there is no other reason he’d ever need one.

also Robert fucking hates Margaritaville. Joseph took him there once — Robert got sick from the Cheeseburger in Paradise, and now Robert vows to never step foot in one of those damn restaurants ever again.

Robert doesn’t like margaritas, so maybe it was doomed from the start.

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[darlingsfandom]

Could you please write something about Robert fischer or Thomas Shelby taking your virginity and being really proud about it

I haven't done Robert in awhile!

"Why are you crying?" Robert asked as he walked out of his office and seen you at your desk quickly wiping your eyes.

"Oh it's dumb! Nothing important." You sniffled and quickly pulled yourself together.

"The last thing I need is you crying outside my office. As my secretary I need you professional at all times. I have twenty five minutes to spare. Spit it out." He snapped his fingers at you and you gulped before standing up.

"My boyfriend dumped me because I'm a virgin!" You blurted out and Robert stood there in shock.

"Well that is upsetting and he's clearly a moron. You're smart, kind and beautiful. I wouldn't have hired you if you weren't any of those." He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked in your eyes. "And there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

"He dumped me because he wanted someone experienced and I want someone older." You sniffled as Robert pulled you into his office.

"What do you mean you want someone older ?" He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms.

"I told my boyfriend that I liked older men and had my eye on someone else who's been treating me better than he ever had." You bit your bottom lip as Robert sighed.

"So your boyfriend dumped you because you didn't want him anymore."

"That's part of it and the fact that he told me I'm just a clingy whore and no one will ever fuck me!"

"See, he's a moron." Robert circled around you as you felt small under him. "Anyone who wouldn't fuck you is dumb." His hands rubbed your arms slowly and instead of pulling away, you slowed it. His hands trailed to your hips and turned you around to face him, Robert pushed you onto his desk and leaned over top of you.

"Tell me to stop now and I will " His lips brushed against yours softly and you locked yours into his while pulling him closer with his tie. "God I've wanted you but you had that stupid boyfriend." Robert peppered kisses over your neck while his hand slid up your dress.

"I want you too Robert! Please fuck me!" You whined as he spread your legs and pressed his bulge against your core. He smirked at you as your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion since you weren't sure what you were feeling but you knew it felt good.

"I got you honey." He pulled down your panties slowly and he was impressed at how wet you already were form just making out. Robert undid his pants just enough to pull his dick out and rub the head against your folds. "It's going to hurt but if it's too much, I'll stop!" He pushed inside of you slowly.

"Oh god!" Your nails dugs into his arms as you made eye contact.

"It's okay it's okay! I promise." He leaned In and kissed you gently while he pushed all the way into you. Robert waited until you told him to move. He slowly pulled out before pushing back in with hard snaps of his hips. Your hands held onto him tightly.

"Can't believe you gave me your virginity honey!" He smirked to himself. "It's mine, gave it to me with the snap of my fingers but that little ex boy toy waited over a year and got nothing! My little whore." He was getting cocky about this . He owned you in more ways than one now.

"It's been you! I've wanted you!" You whimpered as he fucked you faster making his thrusts sloppy.

"Of course you did! Dumb little whores always want older men." You held onto him tightly as he started making a weird face and groaning. He looked down at you with a smirk as he finished inside of you. You weren't sure if you had orgasmed but Robert didn't care . He pulled out slowly and watched as your pussy dripped with his cum.

"See... it's mine now and you will be mine from now on." Robert helped you up and straightened you up before he sent back to your desk to act as if nothing happened but you both knew what happened behind closed doors, stayed behind closed doors.

#robert fischer smut #robert fischer #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x fem!reader #cillian murphy smut #emsblurbs

[jupitercomet]

Congratulations on 2K!!! That's amazing you deserve it, your writing is amazing!!!

🐖 - Cute domestic moments with Bob and Sweet Pea...movie nights, laundry days doing the dishes, just cute fluffy domestic Bob

thank you!! I hope you enjoy <3

warnings: like one curse word, Bob being a little shit, talks of nudity, Bob is 6'5" because I said so

“Mmm,” Bob dips down to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Is that my shirt?”

You nod, folding up one of his hoodies. “It’s laundry day.”

“And laundry day means all your shorts are dirty?” Bob’s fingers tickle up the hem of his oversized shirt.

“Yes.”

You feel Bob grin against your shoulder. “So you’re not wearing anything under my shirt?”

“Robert Nathaniel Floyd,” you start warningly, “if you don’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Like it when you use my full name, sweet pea.” Bob does not keep his hands to himself, instead letting them dance across the bare skin of your stomach as he peppers kisses to your shoulder happily.

You let out a yelp when Bob snaps the band of your panties suddenly, glaring as his chest vibrates with laughter. “You’re a menace.”

“And you smell like cupcakes,” Bob bites your neck teasingly and you suppress a shiver. “You know how much I love cupcakes, sweet pea.”

“What about clean clothes? Do you love clean clothes? Because, if you keep distracting me, you aren’t gonna get any,” though your words are trying to dissuade him, you move your neck to grant him more access.

His lips trail up to the shell of your ear and he gives it a light nip. “Gonna be honest, sweet pea, your point would be a lot more convincing if you didn’t look that fucking good without pants on.” His voice is low and raspy in your ear.

“I’m telling Mickey you want to be a nudist.”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing when Bob jerks away from you with a baffled expression, shock evident on his features. He relaxes at the sound of your laughter, his appall morphing into a light chuckle as he shakes his head. 

You think he’s finally going to let you go back to folding laundry, but instead a shriek is ripped from your lips as Bob picks you up and tosses you on the bed. The mattress bounces a bit under your weight and it only deepens its dip as Bob moves to hover over you.

“You’re not doing laundry,” he tells you.

You raise your eyebrows slightly. “I’m not?”

“No. You’re gonna stay in bed with me.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “And cuddle.” Another kiss. “And watch those trash TV shows you love to make fun of.” Another. “And I’m gonna enjoy havin’ you without pants on for the whole day.”

A grin makes its way onto your face, laundry all but forgotten, and you tug at his shirt sleeve. “Fair’s fair, Floyd.”

#bob floyd blurb #bob floyd x sweet pea #sweeter than sugar #under the hard deck #bugs hits 2000 #buggy's got a pen

[nowinterss]

joel miller drabble

He’s the shell of the man you imagine he must have been before you found him. Cold and distant… mean, even. Just how you like them.

“S’not your damn fault,” you tell him, albeit mistakenly. You close your eyes as soon as the venom soaked words pour out from your chapped lips. Damn it.

His eyes harden and shift down to glare at the laceration across your forearm, “I say it was?” The question bites you, his tone bordering feral, Southern drawl prominent.

“No,” you sigh, wincing when he presses the alcohol soaked cloth he holds against your bleeding wound. He’s settled between your legs, assessing the damage Robert’s men gave you. “Give me that,” you order, yanking the vodka from the table next to the two of you and taking a generous swig.

“If you had just listened-“

“Save me the lecture, Joel.”

He rolls his eyes, looking pointedly, again, at your injury.

“When I save the lectures, you get hurt.”

“We’ve been at this for what? A year? Little over?” Joel nods at you, “you should know by now, s’just a bit of bad luck.”

“And vodka’s s’posed to help with that?”

“Seems to help you most nights,” you bite back, “fuck, that hurts.”

“You’ll manage,” he smirks.

“Not with you manhandling my arm like that… are you trying to maim me?”

He chuckles a bit, just a ghost of the sound, really. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t bleed out. You sure it didn’t nick an artery?”

“I’d be dead by now, Joel,” you groan. Another swig. “Robert’s a fucking asshole,” you hiss, “can’t wait to get my hands on that fucker.”

“Not if I get to him first,” he growls, finally tying a pathetic piece of cloth around your arm. He rubs at his chin, settling back onto his ankles and saving you from his close proximity. Salt and pepper traces of a beard litter his face, matching the mess of curls on top of his head, he’s actually kind of pretty. “And I don’t drink vodka,” he points to the bottle, “I’m a whiskey man.”

“So your accent suggests,” you nod, hopping off of the shoddy kitchen counter of your shared apartment.

“Rations aren’t looking too bad,” Joel tells you, watching you get up and pace the length of the room. “Could use them, try and get Robert to see some sense,” he smiles, looking at the exasperation on your face. The fucking tease. “Yeah, figured as much.”

“He fucking had his men shoot me,” you spit.

“I told you never to go alone,” he points to you, “you should have taken me with you.”

“I wanted to see the battery for myself,” you shrug, “m’glad I did, too. We would’ve been fucked, Joel. Fucked with a capital F.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten shot,” he shakes his head, “you should have taken me with you,” he tells you again, more stern.

“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve… what does it matter, Joel? Damage is done, douchebags shot me. It’s all the same.”

“And what about the day you don’t come back? They nicked you this time, sure. What about the day it isn’t some dipshit behind the barrel and they don’t miss?”

You stand in front of him, rivulets of daylight pouring through your moldy kitchen window and torn blinds. The kitchen smells like mildew, alcohol, and home.

“Careful, cowboy. You almost sound concerned,” you whisper, mocking him because the way he gets mad just does something for you.

“I am,” he admits. “Running out on me to score some extra pills? I get that. Hustling on the side for extra booze? Fine,” he waves his hands dismissively, “but you went straight to the source of all of our fucking headaches, without me, and got hurt. You got a death wish I don’t know about?”

Your stomach tightens a bit, alcohol mixing with something far more intoxicating.

“No,” you whisper.

Joel’s eyes glaze over, eyeing the rise and fall of your chest, the seemingly uncomfortable flush of your cheeks.

“Good,” he grunts. “Let’s go pay Robert a visit.”

#tlou #the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #joel tlou #reader insert #nowinterss #tlou drabble #tlou mini series #the last of us drabble

[ineffablyendless]

Enough "Rose Walker has Hob as her Uni Professior" crackfics. Time for "Professor Gadling is ADAM YOUNG'S Uni history professor" fics.

(....)

Professor Gadlen is an immortal.

Adam Knew, the way he Knew some things sometimes, and it adds humourous context to what Adam imagines is his day job. A History Professor? Really?

"I don't think it's cheating." Pepper had said, during their first twice a month phonecalls. Its a great deal more frequent than Brian and Wensley does, nowadays, and he doesn't mind, not really. The Them had grew, as all children do.

Its been 10 years since the Nopacolypse, and while Brian and Wensley had grown to disregard what Adam was (which he of course appreciates) Pepper had not. It used to tick him off. Now he appreciates it too. She puts him in his place, keeps his feet on the ground. He doesn't know where he'd be without her.

(He does. It doesn't bear thinking)

"I never said it was cheating." Adam spoke into mic of his earbuds, hands free to throw the ball for Dog. Theyve decided to spend some time out on the quad today, and 5 people so far had come to pet him. Adam knows he enjoys the attention. "I said it was cliché."

"It is a little cliché." Pepper admits, and Adam laughs. He can hear her smiling. "Does he know? That you-,"

"No." Adam shrugs. "I mean, not yet."

The smile had dropped. "Adam-,"

"I'm not going to do anything!"

"That doesn't sound like the tone of voice of someone who wasn't planning to do anything."

"I'm curious!" Adam says, a bit defensively, and he hears the crackle of her sigh over the line. "Humans, you know it, Peps, youre the one between us with a head for science, Wensley's hopeless. They shouldn't be around so long, should they? What if he needs help?"

A pause, contemplating. Adam's glad she's giving it thought, makes him feel like this isn't one of his, you know, I-Know-Better Stints he gets into. "How long do you think he's been around?"

600 years, Adam thought, but didnt say. Precisely 633. "Longer than you'd think."

"Aziraphale and Crowley long?"

"Not that long." Adam assures, can't helping the smile that the reminder brings forth. He hadn't visited those old hats for a while. "Long enough."

"Did he seem unhappy to you?"

He didn't, Adam thought. He had come to accompany Violet, a friend he's made through their Introductory to 14th century Neopolitics class, to Professor Gadlen's office to ask some questions about the quiz carry marks for midterms, and while there is some modicum of stress, it is the normal, human background buzz. Professor Robert H. Gadlen, as far as he can tell, seems perfectly content, just the way he is. One of the most.

If it wasn't for Knowing, Adam wouldn't have suspected anything off about him at all.

He hadn't said anything into the line, but it seems he didnt need to.

"Then leave it." Pepper declares, her voice crisp with finality.

"But-,"

"Leave it, Adam, you don't know what he is and what he's been through, you don't get to make the call. You know this."

Adam scrunches his nose as Dog returns the ball to him, tail wagging in delight. "I-," he says, and halts himself. Pepper was right, of course she was right, and no messing about, that's what he said, 10 years ago, he'd promised.

"Yeah," Adam relents. "Ok."

"Thank you. I'm only helping you look out for yourself, Adam."

"I know," Adam sighs. "Thank you."

"Don't sound so glum, we're heading over to see you in a week, and we'll have a pint in that old Pub Brian spotted about last time that he wanted to try. The Pegasus, or something."

"The White Horse?"

"Same thing." It really isn't, but Adam doesn't corrrect her. "Anyway, keep safe over there, don't do anything stupid. And give Aziraphale a call, won't you? He's been worried lately over something or the other, something about dreams."

"I will."

"And you'll tell me if you've reconsidered what me and Brian asked? About leaving the town, seeing the sights? Because I know some people, and it'll do you good, you know. Seeing new things. It's not forever, Adam, and Tadfield's going to be right there when you come back."

Adam doesn't tell her she couldn't know that, not when he couldn't either. Doesn't tell her their sleepy little town had been so drenched as home to him, arms slack open for the Before and After of the NoPocalypse, the him of Before and the him of After, that him leaving and severing it, finally, might mean the town might lose the root and half of itself within the year, collapse like an old building with it's pillars stolen out.

He doesn't tell her that it's a part of him, the cracked tar roads and humped houses and ancient ice cream parlor, the ominous edges of Hogsback Woods and the old LifeGuard seat over the chalk pit he still comes to see every other evening, hearing it whisper the things he should have done, the well paved path of what He Still Could Be. How it looms and stretches and groans to make it seem like it was bigger than it truly was, a throne of dirt and earth and decay.

He'd left that behind now, that isn't him anymore, because he said so, didn't he?

He just remembers.

He doesn't tell him that he feels Tadfield like a limb, it's unchanging storybook perfect English weather, and that even departing to stay at Goldsmith's a campus not half an hour away, feels like leaving 10 fingers behind. He feels the phantom of it, he aches for it, feels incomplete of himself without it.

He doesn't tell Pepper any of this. It wouldn't change things, and there was nothing she could do. There wasn't anything Crowley and Aziraphale could do, the only two people with any semblance of understanding how it might feel like. Adam feels like a ghost, posessing his own skin, and he sees the world tilted 0.5 degrees to the left leaving the door open a crack to the secrets of the universe, a room unlit. Everyday, for 10 years, had been a fight to ignore it.

He loves Humanity. He does, he does, he promises. Its part of him too, the love, the agonizing, unpleasant devotion. He was meant to be King. And he loves being human, knows in his heart of hearts its simply the best thing he could possibly be.

But being content, fighting against the maddening glimpse of that unlit room?

He didn't know that was possible.

"C'mon Dog," he beckons, once he and Pepper had made their customary dance of goodbyes, tucking the old damp tennis ball into the pocket of his coat as the hound twirls leaps around his legs, cheerful and impatient and eager to please. "We have to take an early night. Morning classes tommorow."

It is Professor Gadlen's class, and Adam refuses to be late. He cannot wait to poke and prod for more pieces of him. He's promised Pepper there would be no intervention as to what he was, not unless he was harmed, and while Adam has no intention of breaking this oath, he had made no promises against snooping.

After all, he's just curious.

#choice of fic #Adam Young #Hob Gadling #Good Omens #The Sandman #Adam Young is curious about Hob Gadling #ummmm part 1 probably #the concept of Adam Young is one that is very compelling to me #he exists as paradox #where he changes reality to be what he wants it to be #so he was never the antichrist #and Lucifer was never his father #and yet without this circumstance je never would have GOTTEN to this point at all #Dog is a dog not because he is no longer a hellhound #but because Adam named him so #so it became a PART of him. but it doesnt negate that he WAS a hellhound in the first place #idk #its all very abstract #we know its still #in some way #a part of him #reality still bends to his will #tadfid remains perfect #and yall cant tell me that seat he sat in in the show wasnt a throne #and to me Pepper to Adam #is like Lucienne to Dream #his voice of reason basically #sandman/Good Omens crossover #Sandman fanfic #GO fanfic

[the-illiterate-pirate]

JoJo Masterlist

* = Nsfw

° = Angst

× = Yandere

≈ = Family fic

© = Crack fic

Robert Speedwagon

• If I Was Your Vampire

Dio Brando

• In Due Time°

• Shame on the Night*

Joseph Joestar

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Caesar Zeppeli

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Pillarmen

• Pillow Talk

• Coddling Santana and Wamuu (HCs)

• Pillarmen with a child "hostage" (HCs)

Wamuu

• Love Machine*

Crusaders

• Them falling in love (HCs)

• Singing "Tequila" on karaoke night (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• One Shot, 2 Shot ©

• Bring on the Night*

• Feel Good Inc.

Mohammed Avdol

• Burnin' for You

Terence D'Arby

• Holding on to You*

Josuke Higashikata

• Don't Stop Me Now

Rohan Kishibe

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

Akira Otoishi

• Pepper

Hayato Kawajiri

• A Little Bit Off Today ≈

Yoshikage Kira

• Beggin'*

• Modern Love*

Guido Mista

• Looking for a Kiss*

La Squadra

• Japanese Mythology HCs

• Seducing La Squadra* (HCs)

• NSFW headcanons*

• No Rest for the Wicked AU HCs

Melone

• Him with your pet tortoise (HCs)

Diavolo / Vinegar Doppio

• Head Like a Hole, Ch. 1

Weather Report

• Selkie out of Water, Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4

• Dancing in the Moonlight

• Canned Heat

• Electric Love ×

• Dad Report ≈

• Dreams of a Samurai*

• Cold as Ice

• What's New Pussycat*

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Emporio Alnino

• Thank You (for sending me an angel) ≈

Narciso Anasui

• Dating HCs

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• Drive*

Enrico Pucci

• Fallen Angel*

• Lady in Red*

• My Light*

• Saints an' Sinners*

• Take Me to Church*

• That's Life

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o on their period (HCs)

Johngali A.

• White Room*

Thunder McQueen

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

• (You) Shook Me All Night Long*

D an G

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

Donatello Versace

• To Heal*

Perla Pucci

• General platonic HCs

Gyro Zeppeli

• Hayloft*

• Hayloft II*

• Kickstart My Heart*

• Whole Lotta Love*

Diego Brando

• Moonage Daydream*

Sandman

• Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Pt. 1 || Pt. 2*

Mountain Tim

• Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)*

Funny Valentine

• Cupid's Chokehold ×

Oyecomova

• Oye Cómo Va*

Blackmore

• I Surrender*

• Twisted Nerve ch. 1

D-I-S-C-O

• Dating HCs*

Josefumi Kujo

• Dating HCs (Ft. Kira)

Jobin Higashikata

• Hard Lovin' Man*

Aisho Dainenjiyama

• Keep On Loving You

Tooru

• Can't Help Falling in Love

• Bad Case of Lovin' You

• Tooru HCs* (SFW and NSFW)

• Yan!Tooru HCs*

• Doctor play with Tooru* (HCs)

• Tooru x Nurse!reader*

Paco Lovelantes

• Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #stone ocean #steel ball run #phantom blood #battle tendency #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #golden wind #jojolion #jjba headcanons #yandere jjba #blog management

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 13

Cora dragged herself to the kitchen. Her cold had only gotten worse overnight. But she had to make her shopping list and also have some breakfast. She wrote her list and send it to Robert.

For her breakfast, she settled for a simple buttered toast and a cup of tea with honey. Her throat felt like sandpaper, while her nose kept running. It was a good thing she did not need to go to work today, she was a real mess.

She had just poured herself a cup of tea when her phone rang. To her surprise, it was her mother. Cora looked at the clock, it was 10.00 o’clock. That meant it was 05.00 o’clock in New York. Why was her mother up this early?

“Mama?” Cora coughed the moment she spoke. It took her a minute before she could say more. “Is there something wrong?”

“According to your cough, something is wrong with you.” Her mother answered. “You sound like you are a heavy smoker.”

To Cora’s annoyance, she started sneezing. “I have a head cold that is all.” She sniffed.

“I am amazed that, it did not happen earlier, with the cold and wet weather in England.”

“Mama, why are you calling this early.” Cora croaked.

“Your father decided to stop the collaboration with ‘Crawley Advertisements’ we are booking you a flight home.”

Cora did not know how to react. “But I like working here in London.”

“You are coming home and that is final.”

“Can I please talk with Papa?” Cora noticed she was on the brink of tears.

“I will ask him to call you, but it will not change anything. Let me know when your cold is over so we can book your flight. In this state, you cannot fly.”

Cora said goodbye and stared at her phone. She did not want to leave London. She loved the city and she also really liked working for Mr. Patrick Crawley. Why could her mother not make this decision earlier, before she started to develop feelings for Robert?

That last thought scared her a little bit, she had indeed developed feelings for him. And it seemed he had too. Him bringing over the chicken broth and doing her groceries said enough. It was weird, he had treated her horribly, but from the moment she saw him, she found him attractive. And since he got hit by that guy in the pub she had fallen for him. She knew it was foolish, how could she like Robert? He had moved her desk to a different room, to not have to be in her presence. Then it dawned on her, he had not moved her because he did not want to see her. He was constantly down-talking her, to cover his feelings. Had he liked her longer than she liked him? She needed to talk to her father soon and she waited impatiently on his call.

+++

Robert was relieved when he received Cora’s shopping list. He had been anxious all morning. What if he misjudged the whole situation and Cora was only nice to him because she was sick and did not have the energy to tell him differently?

He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket when he took it out he saw it was Rosamund. He decided she could wait, he had finished his shopping and was ready to go to Cora.

He had added some bananas and crackers. They were not on the list, but he had read that they could help when somebody had a cold and was not feeling well. He also bought some chili peppers, he was going to cook her dinner and spicy food could help break up mucus and clear out sinus passages, he had read on the same page. It even could help with her cough.

When he arrived at Cora’s apartment building, his phone rang again. Annoyed he put it away, why did Rosamund need to bother him again? He said he was going to take the day off, he was not available for any questions.

He greeted the concierge, who looked at him suspiciously but did not try to stop him this time. The elevator took way too long he thought and it felt like ages before he reached Cora’s front door.

Like yesterday it took a while before the door was opened. He was greeted by an even bigger mess than yesterday.

“Oh my, Cora! Hurry up, back to your bed. You look terrible.” I will put the groceries away.”

Cora lowered the handkerchief that she had pressed against her nose and looked up to Robert. “I am sorry, I……” She started coughing.

Robert was unsure what to do, but he quickly closed the door and moved closer to pat her back. Her eyes were awfully red, her cold had gone bad real quick he thought.

When her coughing slowed down she suddenly wrapped her arms around him. It was like he was holding a hot coal in his arms. He felt her body jolt and he was not sure if it was from her coughing or that she had started to cry.

He held her until she pushed herself back and muttered an apology. “I smeared snot all over your clothes.” She tried to clean his jacket with her handkerchief. Robert put his hand gently on Cora’s to stop her movement.

“Come, let us sit down, and then you can tell me what is wrong.”

Cora looked at the grocery bags Robert had put down. “We should put these away.” She gestured to the bags.

Robert put his hands on Cora’s shoulders. “You are going to sit down, and I will put these away.”

“Thank you.” Cora walked towards the living room, She sneezed, the sound was very congested. Robert felt sorry for her.

+++

‘Robert, please call me. Mama is on a collision course and she says Cora is called back home. Her apartment is already for sale.’ Robert read Rosamund’s text with horror.

‘I am with Cora at the moment. Give me a moment to get this cleared up. Cora is not going anywhere if she does not want to. I will buy her apartment, can you make sure it will be mine right now? He texted back.

+++

“And did they give you a reason why you have to go back home?” Robert put another cup of tea in front of Cora. She had just told him what happened, before he arrived earlier.

“Papa says that Mama decided I have to come back. He does not mind if I decide to stay here, but I will not work for ‘Levinson and Son’ anymore. And Mama says that everything has failed and if I decide to stay here I will not be in Papa’s will anymore.”

“Did your father say that? Or only your mother?”

“I spoke with my father very briefly. Before you arrived. He says it would be alright if I decide to stay here. For now, he is willing to give me my monthly allowance. But Mama is against that too. Oh Robert, I do not know what to do. I cannot leave, not now.”

Robert was seated on the other side of the coffee table, but he got up and sat down next to Cora when he saw she started crying again. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “Do not worry about that now. Let us focus on getting you well.

“But Papa is selling this apartment.” Cora turned away from Robert to blow her nose. She did not want to repeat the mess of earlier.

Robert moved his hand over her back in a circular motion. “Rosamund made sure the apartment will not be sold to anybody else than me. She texted me when I was making your tea.”

Cora looked at him in disbelief. “So you knew about this?”

Robert looked back in shock. “No, I did not. I promise you I was not aware of what was happening. Wait.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed Cora his text history with Rosamund. “I did not know about this, but I cannot let you go this soon. Not now I realise that I like you.” He handed Cora his clean handkerchief when she sneezed. “We will fix this, I am going to figure out why your mother is calling you back home and what my mother’s hand was in this. But now I am going to heat the chicken broth I left in your fridge, and for tonight I am going to make you dinner. I bought some things that can help with your stuffy nose.” He brushed with his finger over the bridge of Cora’s nose.

“I like you too.” Cora said quietly.

Robert put his hands on her face and kissed her forehead. “We can talk about this later. Go lay down please, you need your rest.”

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert

[cannolli1]

Django Unchained (2012)

Django Unchained is one of those rare perfect movies. In my opinion it is director Quentin Tarantino's best work. Everything in the movie works together in harmony the soundtrack, writing, acting, cinematography and pacing are all expertly done. I should say that this was the first Tarantino film that I ever watched in about 2014 and it had a profound effect on my taste in films. It is entirely responsible for my love of Westerns and exposing me to the masterpieces of Sergio Leone. I will be getting into light spoilers for this film.

One of the standout parts of the film is the acting. Jamie Foxx is excellently cast as Django. The arc that he goes through is incredibly gratifying and the final scene never fails to leave me with a big smile on my face. Foxx's performance is fantastic, but my personal favorite part of the film has to be, Christoph Waltz's supporting character, King Schultz. In fact, I think his performance transcends this film and is one of my favorite film characters of all time. His mannerisms are what really draw me to his character. The subtly present in all of the performances is what makes the acting standout. In one of the most impactful scenes of the film. Brunhilde(Kerry Washington) is laying on a bed with her back toward the door and a figure approaches. She is mortally terrified, but the audience knows that this is unfounded, but her acting sells this perfect ironic moment.

The technical aspects of this film are excellent. The movement of the camera is spectacular and one of my favorite bits of camerawork, by Robert Richardson, are the snap zoom-ins and zoom-outs that are peppered throughout the film. The slight corniness of the shot just really speaks to me. Richardson also knows when to keep the camera still and during the moments of tension the camera moves very little and moves the viewer towards the edge of their seat. The editing in this film, by Fred Raskin, is just as good as the camera work. The film is tightly edited. The montages move the film along while during the moments of tension the editing slows down so the audience can really revel in the atmosphere of the scene.

The writing in this film is fantastic. There are so many things that brought up earlier in the film that pay off by the end. In my opinion, that is the sign of a great film, but also of a writer. Meaningful callbacks reward the viewer for paying attention and I feel that it doesn't happen enough in cinema. The film is set in the pre-Civil War South and it uses this setting to its fullest. The film is about a freed slave, Django, who sets out to rescue his wife from a Mississippi plantation. The film does not make light of slavery it shows just how disgusting and reprehensible it was. In a way the film shows how pathetic racism and slavery was by its use of violence. Much like Tarantino's other films there is a lot of blood and violence. The violence here is used in two ways. The first way is to show the horrors of slavery. In one scene there is a death match between two slaves that is incredible violent and incredibly uncomfortable. The second way is for a sort of cathartic release. The climax of the movie when Django is unchained and just kills all these slavers, the audience is awash with catharsis. Seeing blood burst out of these evil people is the perfect revenge.

Before I get into the conclusion I just want to gush about the soundtrack really quickly. The score is made up of recent pop songs, new compositions , and appropriated tracks from spaghetti westerns. All of these fit the film amazingly, but the appropriation of music from other westerns feels so natural. I cannot imagine this film without them. From the title track ripped straight from the original Django film, to the end credits theme (my personal favorite), all of these songs are hand picked to compliment the mood of each scene.

Upon re-watching this film it's been elevated to one of the few films that I would consider perfect. The journey that this film takes you on is unlike anything that I've encountered in another movie so far. I would absolutely recommend this film to any and everyone. I acknowledge that this film isn't for everyone. The violence and subject matter may be a bit much for some. To those that can tolerate geysers of blood and uncomfortable subject matters I say give it ago. If you haven't watched this film already then what are you doing with your time. WATCH IT NOW!!

Edit: I realized I forgot to talk about the music so I had to add a section for it.

#django unchained #quentin tarantino #film #cinema #film review #Youtube

[sounwise]

On Robert Fraser’s relationship with Paul:

MICK JAGGER: There was a slight aura of raffishness about [Robert]. He wasn’t a straight dealer. As far as I was concerned Robert was this interesting taste-maker, but he was obviously always on the make and it was a bit worrying. He was obviously a hustler. I don’t think he ripped people off, but the paintings did seem very expensive when you didn’t have the money. But they’re even more expensive now. Robert wasn’t a very good businessman. Anyway, it was a good hustle for everyone. If Robert was going to hit me up for money, that was the number—£1,000. If it was now it would be £10,000. Still not a huge amount of money. MARIANNE FAITHFULL: Of course Mick was very resistant. In the male macho league, he thought he was being taken for a ride by Robert and Stash. Anyway, I had the very unedifying experience of watching Mick Jagger say no to this painting. Robert couldn’t believe it. There was a moment when he realized Mick would never be good for selling paintings to. He wasn’t a Paul McCartney in that respect. […] KEITH RICHARDS: You’d get a phone call from Robert: ‘I say, loan me a couple of grand. This painting that I was supposed to have sold—they’ve taken it but they’ve not paid me.’ He didn’t mind putting the touch on you. Sure, yeah. Always got the money back. He was never a sponger. ‘Could you tide me over? I could go to my mother, but I hate to do that.’ ‘Oh, don’t go to Mother. Here.’ My other feeling was that he nurtured the Beatles, specially Paul. He liked John very much, but I always thought there was a slight sense of manipulation. He saw the obvious possibilities of being associated with the Beatles at the time. The Stones? Everybody kinda knew. We were just sort of friends. I’ve got the feeling he pulled a few things with the Beatles, deal-wise, that he wouldn’t have done with us, and didn’t try with us. He’d try and sell me things. ‘This is a wonderful thing.’ ‘Yeah,’ I’d say. MICK JAGGER: I think Robert saw the Beatles as a hustle. Everyone did. They were the richest people in that age group. Very silly with their money. They didn’t seem to care. They did very good things, like Sgt Pepper, and did attract good people. But people did target them as a hustle. Robert saw them as a gravy train when he knew that I was not. First of all, I was too suspicious. Second, I didn’t have the cash. I was to get the cash, but I didn’t have it then. Which is unfortunate, because I could have ended up owning all these Magrittes and things. PAUL MCCARTNEY: Robert wasn’t good with money. I lent him bits of money that I didn’t see back. The way I looked at it, he’d actually made me so much money with some of the paintings he’d helped me get that it didn’t matter. We didn’t have to dot the i’s and cross the t’s. I figured I’d won financially. Not that it was a competition, but he certainly made me a lot more money than he lost me. But he did have a bad reputation with money.

[—from Groovy Bob: The Life and Times of Robert Fraser, Harriet Vyner]

#the OMITTED SEGMENT is paul's anecdote about robert leaving him the magritte painting that became the basis for the apple logo #which i had seen before but not any of this surrounding context #the rolling stones et al. just watching paul sincerely enjoy every minute of getting hustled by robert fraser. LORD #WHAT a dynamic. eternally absolutely delighted #robert fraser #paul mccartney #mick jagger #keith richards #marianne faithfull #the rolling stones #the beatles #groovy bob: the life and times of robert fraser #harriet vyner #paul and robert fraser

[threehours-aday]

hiya, folks!

i'm not exactly new to tumblr, but here's a tiny bit 'bout myself:

i go by minee (pronounced the same as meanie) but you can also call me min or alex

you may find me on social as alexander phung, which is my pen name, but i don't actually like being referred to by that

i am (most possibly) bisexual, if anyone needs to know

i am still underage at this moment, so no nsfw contents (and no sex jokes, if you may; i've had quite enough of those)

my fandoms: mcu, broadchurch, x-men (film series), good omens, wilde (1997), sherlock holmes (downey films), sherlock (bbc), harry potter

my favourite artists/actors so we can hype together: james mcavoy, benedict cumberbatch, jude law, michael sheen, david tennant, tom hiddleston, robert downey jr., anya taylor-joy, bitter ruin (band), exo (boy band), seventeen (boy band), billie eilish, finneas, lorne balfe

i love rice because i am asian, but i eat more pasta than rice tbh

i was one of those twelve-year-olds on wattpad

i don't take requests

i adore some pairings more than others:

mcu: stuckony, ironstrange/strangeiron, frostiron, pepperony, clintasha, black pepper, strike team delta, spideypool

broadchurch/masters of sex: bill masters/alec hardy, alec hardy/ellie miller

x-men: cherik, cherigan, jeanororo

good omens: ineffable husbands, vinylatte, ineffable bureaucracy

wilde (1997): robbie ross/john gray

sherlock holmes/sherlock: johnlock, mystrade

harry potter: drarry, dramione, krumione, pansmione, blairon

i also have some no-goes:

mcu: st*rker, iron w*tch

x-men: ch*ven, max*cest, myst*to

harry potter: lup*rry, h*rbus, h*rrius

list of my works by fandom and language

1, broadchurch/masters of sex

of unburnt toast and unmicrowaved tea (🇬🇧)

no more apples (🇬🇧)

frigid (pull me down) (🇬🇧)

2, marvel cinematic universe

series: the things i let die (and what else i find) (🇬🇧)

needles and pinches

child in a seacave (cold, cold, cold)

beware (it's heading our way)

nếu mai này mình không thức giấc (🇻🇳)

3, wilde (1997)

smitten (loved) (🇬🇧)

4, good omens

angel (🇬🇧)

5, x-men (film series)

antartica (🇬🇧)

6, original works

tối qua lạnh một ý thơ nhạt nhoà (🇻🇳)

give me love, give me pain (🇻🇳)

yours (🇬🇧)

enquiry of us (🇬🇧)

#list #threehours-aday #broadchurch #marvel mcu #good omens #wilde 1997 #x-men #original writing

[rocksrntpeople]

Rewatching Iron Man

I hadn’t read or seen much comic book stuff when I was invited to watch Iron Man with my friends at the movie theater back in 2008. I’d seen and enjoyed the DC cartoons as a kid and of course I knew of Iron Man, but I didn’t know anything about him except that he looked like a rubber chicken version of Dr. Doom.

All this to say, Iron Man launched me into the world of comic books and superheroes. I was hooked from then on and I still love comics today. This movie quite literally changed my life, even if the change wasn’t as profound as most life changes.

Obviously, I’m biased.

But then something genuinely surprising happened.

Somewhere along the line I’ve forgotten how to put down my critical analysis of media and not only was I pleasantly surprised at the great writing still hitting the mark, but I was able to notice the superb cinematography, something I’d missed through no less than 3 rewatches. I mean, of course there’s the surface-level awesomeness like the entire opening sequence with its fluid transitions or the perfectly tense scene where Pepper is collecting data from Obadiah’s files, but even beyond this facade lies near perfection.

That moment when the missile lands next to Tony in the desert, the camera does a short, quick zoom with a zshooom sound and it’s just so reminiscent of comics and the idea of being hyper-aware in a high-stress moment.

When Obadiah has Tony paralyzed and is giving his evil monologue, everything is perfect. The angled shot, the lighting, RDJ’s violet veins, Bridge’s cartoon-villain dress and demeanor. It all comes together in this scene and despite the minimal camera work, the room seems to be spinning as the monologue goes on.

These are still pretty surface level things, but throughout the film there’s just a masterful execution of every element — lighting, costume & makeup, camera angles — just everything is absolutely seamless for 99% of the movie. It’s kind of insane to think about a blockbuster superhero movie being so technically well-executed!

One thing in particular that caught my attention and stayed pretty true throughout the movie is the fact that this movie doesn’t follow Tony Stark. In almost every scene with Tony, the camera is following another character. This does two things: it lets the audience know things that Tony doesn’t, which helps build tension, yadda, yadda; and it makes a distinction between Tony Stark and Iron Man. Because when Tony Stark is in his suit, then the camera begins to follow him. Even the final shot of the movie plays to this, finally — finally — focusing on Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone, as he declares he is Iron Man.

Fucking chef’s kiss. Are you kidding me?! This movie was so fucking good; that’s why it’s one of my favorite MCU movies of all time, despite being the first. (We don’t talk about Hulk in this household.)

Robert Downey Jr. is the perfect Tony Stark. I found it a bit funny that at times the makeup crew tries to harken Downey back to his teen acting days with the extremely glossy eyelashes, but other than that it holds up overall and I would even go as far as to say that we probably haven’t had a stand alone superhero movie that was as good as Iron Man since Iron Man. 

It’s just so damn unique; I can see exactly how it gripped the world with its melding of humor and action and reality and just everything we were all feeling at that moment, without shoving it down our throats that this is what we needed. Like, god, can’t one of these rich guys turn good instead of evil for once? Can’t someone get fed up and save us already? Are we finally getting a superhero movie as good as what’s on WB Kids??

And then Iron Man swoops in, dripping in sarcasm and long-lost teen lust, acting as though it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be a rich guy in a mech suit, and ultimately delivering us unto a new age of entertainment.

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The elephant in the room

Okay, yes, let’s talk about Rhodey. I remember when he was replaced; I was so upset. I felt that Terrence Howard was the absolute best choice for Rhodey and that he did an impeccable job opposite RDJ. Rewatching the film…god damn it, it’s still very true! Why’d you have to do it, Terrence? Why?! You were beautiful as you soared so high…

Listen, I like Don Cheadle as much as the next person, and did back in 2009 too. But he is not a good Rhodey. I feel like there are many other black actors who would have done the role better and I half-remember people throwing around Denzel Washington’s name as a “better” suggestion. Personally, I’d have gone with someone closer to Howard’s look, like maybe Jamie Foxx or someone.

The fact of the matter is that while the character is a military guy, one of the main reasons he’s friends with Stark is because he’s a progressive, more laid-back and approachable kind of military guy; he’d almost have to be for his work as a liaison with civilian organizations. Both Cheadle and Washington have such stern looks…it just doesn’t fit. (To be clear, I think Cheadle has done a good job with the role; I just think Howard would’ve done it perfectly. God it hurt to hear him say, “Next time, baby.”)

I mean, this is just my opinion and I know that Cheadle has millions of fans for his role, but I just don’t see it and never have. Terrence Howard is part of what makes the first Iron Man so great. But, c’est la vie.

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So, Iron Man — Great Success! 

I guess I should rate these but I’m afraid there’s going to be a trend…

10/10 for Iron Man!!!

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Next week, I’ll see The Incredible Hulk, which I am only watching out of respect for the timeline.

But actually, I liked this movie well enough and thought Edward Norton was a great casting choice. We’ll see if it holds up because it’s been probably a decade since I last saw it.

#iron man 1 #Iron Man #marvel rewatch #mcu #marvel #terrence howard #rhodey #pepper potts #obadiah stane #robert downey jr #rdj #superheroes #movies

[threenorth]

Pizza thin base for crouncy bread crisp, thanks new York. But Chicago has it place. Unfortunately Colorado honey dipping wasn't on the table... But

Pasta sauce, fake monzerla cheese, fake bacon,

Pinnaple does belong on pizza, thanks cannda.

Red bell pepper and impossible mince with refried beans...

Dinner completo.

Then me and mom tried to work on a cover letter for a company out of Queensland, where I'm going to apply for four roles... Looks like a really good company... Anyway then we watched the walk, directed by Robert zemkiks.

I think he's good but this story isn't his best tale.

Gump, bttf1, bttf2, castaway, I'll put the walk here, who framed Roger rabbit, then lastly real steel.

JGL did really well acting as Frenchman, but cgi makes it sad to think of the towers, but good story, pretty nice overall but missing a bit of ompf of making kids think anything is possible rather than being daredevil I guess? I dunno...

In my minecraft world, I gotta redo my cabin as it never really worked out good and now I'm getting enough resources...and trying to figure out a good design for the cabin per say...

My bridge across the river. As I pulled it up as I might redo this.

My basic sugar farm I'll think of something for this farm land now... Or completely remove it.

And redo my villagers traders like trade hall... They seem to be out growing their make shift house...whoops.

I'm about 1/8th left on my iron farm to do, for now I'll just do one level... I need to finish that up, for hoppers for my next farm...

As I'm starting a sugar farm for paper now that I have an eltra, but my subway tunnel from main isn't deep enough and but I will need to find snow soon for snow golums, that will be used to make a creeper farm for gunpowder, but that's after.

Hopefully it will keep me busy for awhile till then... Mom wants me to go to Church tomorrow ugh...

Tonight is hot and mugy it was like 24c at 9? it's almost 1 now and it's finally cooling down...

Here's some messages...

I'm not proud of my life, but at least it's better then it use to be, question is... Will it be better more when I'm hopefully going to be getting a six figures salary, I hope so...but my life has been quite fun but last year has been pretty rough... Probably one of the worse years of my life but that's life...

Not a day goes by I don't think of you, you are in my phone and in my wallet... Missing you... Always.

You didn't hurt me, I'm just vulnerable with you, and you show me so many things... Let alone your smile, it speaks to me like the art at the gallery...

If I could I'd kiss you every minute we're alone. But for right now I'll settle on a kiss through the time and oceans and air via the stars and the moon kissing my soul.

Again, you didn't hurt me, I just wear my heart on my sleeve... And I guess you just know how to break my walls...

You want to start over? We can't change the past but I'll always be your present and future.

I'd really hope you'd pickup the phone, maybe your sunday... Mondays are pretty dull around here.

Follow me home? I'm still got my arms out. Hopefully I get a good job, I think you'll like Australia except for the heat...

She kept a little box, for little mommets, and I gave her some big gifts that couldn't fit in a small box but I know, the small things I should try enjoy, thanks colombus for that lesson in 2010 (zombie land)

You didn't let me down, if anything I think you flowered my mind and soul when I needed it the most.

To the moon and back, my dear were in far away galaxy's...I miss you and love you as a far as a lightyears.

You'll always welcome back, and like I said I wasn't going anywhere fast... I might have needed some time to recover from some things you said but I still am here, thinking and day dreaming about you. If you want another chance I'll always give you one, message me anytime you want.

I need you in my life, but here's not so good Auckland crime rate is getting crazy,... Last night at supermarket down the road was held up at gun point and all the staff held as hostages, how fun.... but here in my life even virtually would be a nice place to be in...

Things can be different, if you want to take a step I'll be going as fast or slow as you want but we both know the end game.

I'd like to read it if you still have it, but I don't know if I can well, we're see if I can read your hand writing...

It's always been you, my future is with you...

If you want to see me, you know where I'll be state side, maybe I'll be working and see if I can try get to Denver or dro... Anyway, if you want to see me virtually you have my Skype, Instagram, phone number, both... What's app/signal and Facebook and my snap.

The only thing that will change for me, is finding what we can both get into, but I'm not sure about horror still... But maybe... But I need to hug you snuggling up...

Your basicly my sister, but I love you so much you are my best friend, and I miss talking with you about allot.

Romantic things, I'd buy you flowers but I don't know where to send them...I'd have a candle bath if we can find a bath that fits two tall people... Even making dinner together like we said we would...

Freinds and lovers, remember juno... Part time lover full time freind...

I'll follow you wherever I can but I'd admit, only fans was fun right? 😂

Your my person, for lack of a better word everything person.

And rip, my phone web browser crashed...

Have a great Saturday

XO

R

P.S

Today at the gym a guy said I was pretty lanky but was like woah, you got some good numbers I said maybe I shouldn't of started on the squat press 😂