#sm robert x reader

[moon-thething]

heyo! wondering if u could do romantic hatzgang x reader but readers dad is bob velseb :) thx very much !

Okay, sure! Btw I'm doing these separately since in my rule book I said I wont be doing Polyamory

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: fluff, a little bit of angst

Hope you enjoy :)

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Roy

Roy would probably find out that Bob Velseb is your dad by watching the news

Like- you didn't tell him when you started dating. And he never actually watched the news so he didn't know

Although, now that he thinks of it, the strange and scared looks you two got while walking down the street hand in hand is now more explainable

When he turned to talk with Robert and Ross they only just looked at each other for a moment and said: "We thought you already knew."

My man's was shook. To the point he started yelling at the two for no reason

After that he would flinch every time you were around, that is until you two talked about it.. and you bringed it up

"Hey Roy?" You said. Roy jumped lightly as he turned to you with an awkward smile

"Yeah, what is it?" He asked, chuckling awkwardly as he half his hands together

"Why are you avoiding me?" You asked, now frowning as your shoulders dropped sligtly. Roy's smile also faded as he only looked down at the ground with a sad expression

"I... Why didn't you tell me." He said, you looked at him confused

"Tell you what?" You asked, Roy looked up from the ground and into your eyes, his eyes were glossy as he looked like he was about to cry

"That... That you are Bob Velseb's kid." He mumbled, his lip quivered as he bit the inside of his cheek. He knew you weren't violent... But how can he be sure when you've only dated for four months?

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him in anger, only making him tense up even more as he fiddled with one of the sleeves of his sweater

"Just because he's my dad that doesn't mean I'm the exact copy of him, Roy." You said, your face scrunched up as tears started to form

"I really thought you were different, Roy." You said, closing your eyes for a moment before walking away. Roy went to stop you but it was like he was glued to the floor, he couldn't move a muscle, he really did want to stop you, to apologize. But his body didn't let him

You didn't talk to him for over a week after that, he kept sending you text messages, saying he was sorry and that he doesn't think of you differently

He was so worried, he really thought he had lost you

But after weeks of messaging he finally saw you in public and talked to you

To say you were happy was sort of the truth. You were beyond happy, but also pissed that it took him that long to apologize... Yeah, you really didn't check your phone during that period

It took you two a while to get to the point in your relationship you were at before Roy found out, but you eventually got the hang of it and acted as if nothing was wrong

Robert

He would have found out when you told him

He doesn't watch the news, like- at all. He just has everything on his phone and thinks the news are boring

So he was kind of scared when you just pulled him by his sleeve and told him you two need to talk. He was scared you were going to dumb him or something

"Robert. I have to tell you something." You sighed, holding onto Robert's hands as you looked down at the ground. Robert looked at you with a worried expression as he stayed silent

"I know you don't watch the news... So I'm just going to say it now. I'm... I'm Bob Velseb's kid." You said, rubbing Robber's hands comfortingly

Robert looked at you with a confused expression, his brows furrowed before a smile grew on his face. He best out laughing as he let go of your hands

"Great joke Y/n." Robert laughed, whipijg away the fake tear in his eye, "you really got me good." He huffed out a few remaining laughs, finally looking up at you

His smile fell quickly when he saw the serious expression on your face. He streaghtened up and stared at you with a blank gaze

"You.. you're serious."

Took him a couple of minutes to process everything but after his little chrisis he hugged you

Telling you that he lives you either way. That Bob Velseb is just your father, not a personality and that he knows you're not like him

You tried a little ngl. Not full on sobbed but little sniffles and tears of relief and joy

Your relationship was okay tbh, he would refrain himself from making little jokes about your dad thought

Ross

Chilliest one of them all to be honest. He often watches the news with his mom so he knew about you before you started dating

Before you were dating he would be like everyone else, avoiding you. Thinking you were just like your father

But one day, he had the guts to walk towards you and make small talk. And he found out that you were actually pretty nice

After that you would talk more and more every day. Yes, people would stare at you like you're some freaks. But at least you had someone who wasn't afraid of you

When you started dating you would be a pretty chill couple, but he would ask more personal questions if you dare certain things with your dad

You and Ross laid on your bed, looking up at the ceiling while holding hands, just enjoying each other's company as birds sung

"So... Y/n." Ross started, "are you a canibal?" He turned to you. You turned to him and looked at him with a disgusted expression

"Fuck no!" You yelled, grinning as you both started to laugh

"But I won't mind eating you up- wait, no. That's not what I mean-" Ross just bursted out laughing as you tried to defend yourself, only making the situation worse as Ross's laughs continued untill he was out of breath, hitting the bed as no sound escaped him

Yeah, he would make a lot of jokes after that. But hey, you do joke about the nicknames his mom gives him from time to time

He would hold pinkies with you in public. Not because he is ashamed of you, but I don't really need him as a huge PDA type of guy

He does give you a kiss on the cheek when he sees people taking and looking at you with disgusted expressions

#spooky month #spooky month x reader #gender neutral reader #hatzgang #hatzgang x reader #sm hatzgang #sm ross x reader #sm robert #sm roy #sm ross #sm robert x reader #sm roy x reader

[beachbabey]

your instagram but you're married to bob floyd

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y/n.floyd: the fratboy pose is kinda hot ngl

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trace.nat: no, don't de-yassify my boy like that

rooster_bb: dad energy, it's the squint and the trucker cap

-> y/n.floyd: *daddy 👀

-> coyote.jm: she sat right next to me as she wrote this, on military time 😒

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y/n.floyd: yeah but does your husband send you cute selfies of him at work?

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r.bob.floyd: love ya honey ;)

cs_fanboy: I send you selfies all the time :(

-> r.bob.floyd: yeah @/y/n.floyd what about our son??

h.n.g.m.n: where's the baby on board sticker I bought you?? 😔

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y/n.floyd: but you haven't seen my baby, but you haven't seen my man <3

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r.bob.floyd: @/trace.nat what does it mean to be 'lana del ray coded'?

-> trace.nat: dw about it 💕

coyote.jm: looking hot rob!!

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y/n floyd: still feels like yesterday, love you forever robby <3

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r.bob.floyd: thanks for making this sailor the happiest man alive, love you baby xx

rooster.bb: the way bob still blushes when you wink at him is kinda cute ngl, but you didn't hear that from me

reubenfitch: my favourite couple

-> trace.nat: literally couple goals 💕

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y/n.floyd: whos the birthday boy?

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ice.ice.kazansky: have a good one bobby!

cs_fanboy: birthday boy is currently singing (screaming) suspicious minds in a fully packed bar, wish you were here @/y/n.floyd

-> y/n.floyd: omg please tell me someone recorded it PLEASE

-> cs_fanboy: I gotchu baby <3

reubenfitch: happy birthday, my second favourite wizzo ❤

-> r.bob.floyd: see this is why you weren't invited 😐(jk, love you bro)

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y/n.floyd: they're holding mav's bike as blackmail for pt training

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h.n.g.m.n: @/petemitchell just give us a week's break and you can have your precious set of wheels back

-> petemitchell: I'll give you 2 days and you only have to do 25 laps on the field

trace.nat: I can't believe you'd rat us out like this @/y/n.floyd

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y/n.floyd: better hold on tight, spidermonkey

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coyote.jm: what archive did you full this from?!?!

-> y/n.floyd: freshman year of college, it was his first play 🥰

rooster_bb: west side story??

-> r.bob.floyd: omg how did u know?

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y/n.floyd: aftermath of mav's thanksgiving

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r.bob.floyd: I sincerely apologise to anybody who didn't get to try Penny's mac and cheese, it was just too good

cs_fanboy: he sneaked into the kitchen, i caught him stuffing like two slices of pie in his mouth lmao

-> r.bob.floyd: not cool man :/ i saw you chugging like five glasses of sweet tea

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x fem reader #bob floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd sm!au

[nyrasbloodyclover]

why is no one talking about how relatable emma's character in adult world is??? she literally locks herself in her room and drinks while writing smut about alex (evan peters)

#???? #also i love that movie sm #?????? hello #evan peters #adult world #emma roberts #evan peters moodboard #evan peters smut #evan peters fanfic #evan peters x reader #ahs #american horror story

[ech0lesss]

Heyo, could i have some poly hcs for the hatzgang? Dw im a minor thats ross and roberts age

totally anon!! been waiting for this request honestly <3

Content: gn reader, might be a lil long but i can’t add a cut or anything rn (mobile)

forgor where i got this art from but credit is written on there.

(yea i’m trying to put art on my fics now 💀)

Poly Hatzgang x Reader General HCs

You’re a transfer student to their school.

Your first day, this kid randomly seems to be walking up to you with a grin on his face.

He seemed pretty short, brown curly hair, and striped yellow and orange shirt plus a hat.

Two other dudes were following him around, which you assumed were his friends.

As he approached you, you tried greeting him, but he only seemed sarcastic during your conversation.

Then he decided to start making fun of you, trying to embarrass you and get under your skin.

You were just sitting there letting him spit insults at you, until one of the other kids following him around pushed Roy softly to the side and put a hand on your shoulder, telling you he could show you around.

He was tall with blonde curly hair, also with a hat on, and the other had a dark aesthetic to him, with a beanie on.

The tall one introduced himself as Robert, the other as Ross, and then Roy.

Ross waved and smiled softly, following you and Robert around while Roy stared in frustration.

Robert seemed nice - he showed you around and told you all the teacher’s names.

At lunch, he sat next to you along with Ross.

You noticed their friend Roy getting annoyed, so you told them they didn’t have to hang out with you.

They of course still stayed with you, talking with you and keeping you company.

A few weeks at the school and Robert and Ross were your friends. Roy was just warming up to you, but you knew he was a good kid inside.

Later on, of course, they all catch feelings for you, and ask you to join their relationship.

Now, on with hcs:

You better like metal.

I’m probably just adding this because I absolutely love metal (especially Metallica) but Ross really loves metal, and would probably hang out with the gang listening to Korn or something.

Roy tries to look neutral about it, but really he does like it.

Robert likes it too, as long as everyone’s happy he’s happy.

You all literally see each other almost every day. There’s no day you don’t ever see them.

Robert’s a big cuddler, so sometimes you will all just lay in a cuddle pile, basking in each other’s warmth as a song plays in the background, you all pretty much asleep.

You all love to play video games together too, so if you have a game console or something they all like to take turns playing different games and such.

Robert, Ross, and Roy are the most to least tolerant of PDA. Roy sees it as a weakness and likes to keep stuff private, while Ross just likes to keep things behind closed doors too. Robert isn’t overly affectionate but a quick hug is always nice.

Not much changes since you all got into a relationship except you guys are just more touchy and lovey.

Roy secretly loves it when you’re affectionate with him. He loves your cuddles and praise, but of course, Roy is Roy so he’ll almost never show it. Especially around others.

Roy’s love language is acts of service, he likes doing subtle things for you when you do something for him. Helped him beat a game? He’ll leave a small piece of chocolate in your bedroom.

Ross’ is words of affirmation. He likes to hear nice things from you, even if it’s just “Thank you.”

Robert’s is definitely physical affection. Like I said, big cuddler. Just give him one kiss on the cheek a day, please.

Like I said, Roy secretly loves those affectionate moments. He gets super flustered during them, though.

Just please don’t do it in public. It ruins his ego.

Ross just loves silent moments between you. Late night walks where you hold hands, walking in the moonlight, are the best.

Ross is definitely actually a night owl. Probably stays up really late on the weekends.

He’s almost never bothered by anything. He never gets annoyed and he’s super chill.

Robert’s more jumpy, but in a good way, like more excitable and all. He could probably go on hours rambling about anything.

He loves long hugs. Doesn’t really get embarrassed that easily either.

Robert loves letting you borrow his shirts and stuff, he loves how they smell like you when they come back.

If you have a pet, they’ll be all over it. Of course they’ll give it space if needed but they all definitely love animals.

I feel like Roy and Robert would be dog people. Ross just gives me black cat vibes.

Sleepovers all the time. Even on school days. You all go to the same school so whatever.

Ross probably tries putting makeup on you for fun.

Roy is super stubborn and won’t ask for help when needed, so you’ll probably have to give him help even when he says he doesn’t need it. Example : trying to beat a video game. He’ll thank you later, in his own way.

You all either go out to get fast food, watch Roy bully little kids, or chill st each other’s houses as dates together.

Your not really open about your relationship, I’d imagine. You don’t tell everyone but people that you trust would know.

But yeah, all loving boyfriends! Roy’s secretly soft, Ross is quiet and a lil shy, and Robert is a sweetheart <3

Maybe I’ll make more if I’ll feel up to it! Maybe I didn’t have much ideas rn but I wanted to get this done. Love them sm bro ❤️

#spooky month #spooky month x reader #hatzgang x reader #hatzgang #the hatzgang #hatzgang spooky month #hatzgang sm #ross spooky month #roy spooky month #robert spooky month #robert sm x reader #ross sm x reader #roy sm x reader #spooky month hatzgang #spooky month headcanons #echo writes

[c-nstellati-ns]

IF YOU WOULD BE MY LOVE… — fic

author’s note — happy birthday babygirl 💖💖🫶🏾🫶🏾💋💋 word count — 1.2k featuring — robert e.o. speedwagon CW — NSFW CONTENT, drinking, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, more of a lime than anything, not proof read

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Going out to celebrate Robert’s birthday to a bar had been a last minute decision you both had to admit, but it was certainly a good one in the end.

Many of his friends had been there, all there to celebrate his 26th and how much he’s achieved in such little time. You hadn’t been sure if they would show up, but were pleasantly surprised to see how Robert’s face brightened with that little gap in his teeth. It made your heart all aflutter to see him so joyful like this.

The bar was packed full to the brim, drinks being passed out to everyone there, courtesy of one Jonathan Joestar who unfortunately couldn’t be there that night. Robert took full advantage of the practically unlimited drinks, while you stuck by his side the entire night mostly sober just in case he got too rowdy. The night was wonderful, you did have to admit… but all good things had to come to an end.

Robert slumped against you, his long locks brushed against your cheek as he slurred under his breath, “Iii llovee youu…”

“I love you too, Robbie. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He pushed closer to you and you helped him up, waving goodbye to the others. You were glad you both left when you did because my goodness, Speedwagon could get touchy when he was drunk— you would have hated to have anyone see him gently caressing your sides and pressing his lips to your neck like that. You knew that he would eventually get like this but perhaps it’s because it's his birthday, he felt a little more loveydovey with you.

Maybe you could have a little fun with this, you thought to yourself. Gently leading Robert into a shady alleyway, making sure that no one had followed either of you there. Thankfully, it was quite late at night so you weren’t too worried.

Speedwagon looked up at you, a small smile on his face as he managed to mutter out, “Interesting place to be in, don’t you think? I thought you wanted to head home?” He says quietly, but immediately leaning into your touch when you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hmm… I suppose so,” you hum, “But I also suppose we could have a little fun before we go.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck, listening to the soft groan that slipped through his lips. You slipped a hand underneath his coat, carefully unbuttoning anything you could get your hands on. He wrapped his arms around your neck a little tighter as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, tempting you a bit by licking your bottom lip and letting his own mouth fall open for you to properly ravage. You readily took his offer and slipped your tongue into his mouth, smirking slightly at the sound of his whimper. You could taste the cherry bourbon on his lips.

Speedwagon always got so sensitive with you whenever you started getting touchy with him, you loved it. You trailed a hand up to his hair, running a hand through the blond locks gently before roughly tugging. Robert pulled back from the kiss from that, a deep groan rumbling throughout his chest. You pressed another kiss to his lips before mouthing down his neck, nipping at his Adam’s apple before going down even further and making it to his collarbone. You had gotten most of his shirt undone at this point, so to see that pale skin blooming with blue and purple from your teeth— it was certainly a sight.

“Haah— wh-wh…wait- w-what if someone sees us?” Robert finally manages to spit out, but that thought pretty much vanishes the moment your fingers brush against his nipple and his knees nearly buckle underneath his own weight. “[Name]-“ He whines out, oh so softly… it makes you lean in and press a kiss to the scar on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, love. Everything will be just fine. And besides… You seem to be enjoying the thought of potentially being caught, aren’t you?” You say with a soft laugh, and your hand teasingly goes lower, brushing against his crotch where he is painfully hard in his dress pants. His pale cheeks blush even harder than before, his panting growing heavier as he attempts to look away from you. You were always so on point sometimes, it annoyed him.

Robert attempted to try and get you to remove at least your button down, but you gently held his wrists and kissed his hand, “Not yet. It’s your birthday, not mine, darling.” He pouted at this but stopped… for now. To make up for his disappointment, you pressed him harder against the wall and slipped your thigh between his own. He let out another soft noise, leaning his head back against the brick as he ground down as best he could against your leg, now more determined to chase his release more than anything.

You kept biting down onto whatever exposed flesh you could get your teeth on and playing with those sensitive pink buds of his, you adored all the little noises he would let out. He could do nothing but grip at your shoulders, fistfuls of your coat as you kept him up from collapsing then and there.

“My gorgeous boy… I’m so proud of you, I’m so lucky to have you be mine.” There was a choked sob from him at your words.

“P-please— [Name]- Oh god-“ Robert could barely get a word out, too interrupted by his own whimpers and moans. You already knew what this meant, capturing his lips to quiet him down a little bit. Your hands kept roaming throughout his body, groping his pecs, slipping your fingers into his pants, keeping him close… until a voice stopped you.

“Are you boys alright?”

That seems to immediately sober Speedwagon up and get you to properly cover him up with your coat. You quickly fixed your own hair and turned around, looking at a constable who flashed a lantern at you both. You smiled and nodded, “Yes, we’re doing alright! My friend here has had a bit too much drinking and I was just taking him home. It’s his birthday after all.”

Speedwagon clung to you and your coat, leaning in close and pressing his lips into a flat line when he felt you grabbing his ass despite the constable being Right There. His cheeks were practically on fire, but you were sure that it would be passed off as an effect of the alcohol.

The man looked at you both and nodded, “Alright, do get home safe. Happy birthday.” Speedwagon couldn’t help but smile sheepishly and wave at the constable as he left.

You both let out a deep sigh and Robert shook his head, “Never again.” Even in his drunken state, he knew this was risky. But even with what he said, you leaned in and captured his lips roughly again. You lightly bit down on the lower one before pulling away.

“We’ll finish this at home, eh? Happy birthday, my love.” You winked at him, snickering at the absolutely flabbergasted look on his face as you helped him look somewhat decent. He pouted and gently punched your shoulder, but silly giggles erupted from the both of you.

Robert leaned up and kissed your cheek softly, “Thank you for this, sweets.”

Safe to say, he had quite the splending birthday and night with you that year.

NOW PLAYING — butterflies, michael jackson…

#achilles' thirsts ⭐ #top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #dom reader #male reader #x male reader #sub character #sub robert e.o. speedwagon #sub speedwagon #sub jjba #jjba smut #robert speedwagon #happy birthday speedwagon #my love 💖💖💖 #i adore him sm

[sebsxphia]

being little and sat on daddy bobby’s knee, gently bouncing you while you babble on enthusiastically to him about everything and anything that happened to you today, watching the way your eyes light up with a soft smile on his face. “sounds like you had quite the day, bunny. you must be a sleepy little bunny now, huh?”

you make grabby hands at his shirt collar and he pulls you flush against his chest. nibbling on his fingers while he rocks you. “so sleepy, daddy.” you mumble around his fingers.

#im melting #i love daddy bobby so much!!! #sebs spiral #bob x little!reader #on this note #i’m going to snooze <33 ily all sm!! mwah!! <33 #robert bob floyd #bob and his bunny <3

[y13evie]

Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.

Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics

hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u

tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff

this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.

as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.

“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.

“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”

chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.

“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”

house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,

“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.

house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.

“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.

he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.

your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.

when he heads out his parting words are,

“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.

you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.

“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.

“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.

“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.

chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.

before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,

“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”

#house md x reader #house md #robert chase x reader #robert chase #robert chase x you #house m.d. #house m.d. x reader #reqs open #i love robert chase #he’s so baby girl i love him #this idea is so cute anon

[floralcyanidee]

ɪ sᴇᴇ ғɪʀᴇ - ᴊ. ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴘᴇɴʜᴇɪᴍᴇʀ

Cillian!Oppenheimer x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

request: scientist reader and Oppenheimer have sm sexual tension between them and trying to hide their feelings for each other cause they're colleagues but then when the Manhattan Project comes up and they both work on it together it just gets too much to handle. by @aporiasposts

disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. cillian's representation of oppenheimer is also fictional to a degree. if you dislike this kind of fanfiction, please keep scrolling and do not interact with this post. otherwise, have a lovely day. ♥

warnings: smut, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple positions used, mutual pining, years of sexual tension

word count: 2090

author’s note: please read the disclaimer several times if you must before you decide to comment something snarky or send a dense anonymous ask. (: this is my first time writing smut for Robert so it was interesting!! I rather enjoyed it and I think I'm going to finish the other smut I was going to write for him. also, I changed the request details a little. reader is a historian/ political scientist of sorts instead of a scientist. I feel like there is a lot of scientist!reader fics out there and wanted to be a little different haha. I hope everyone enjoys!

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Having a doctorate in history has led you to places you never thought possible. One of those places ended up being the University of California - Berkeley. You were given the opportunity to lecture there with some of the brightest minds in the country- one of them being physicist Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. Your disciplines differed but had the same solid foundation of facts, evidence, and logic. Needing to see things to believe it for yourself was one thing the two of you had in common, which brought you together. You were interested in his lectures and as he was yours. Both of you have learned a lot from each other and have become good friends. However, there were times when you would interact, and it felt intense. You’d grade papers together in comfortable silence, sometimes stealing glances at one another. Whenever you caught Robert staring, you’d give him a small, knowing smile. When he caught you staring, he’d hold your gaze, which made you nervous. 

You enjoyed attending Robert’s political discussions after class to see how passionate he was about current issues. Dr. Lawrence, your other beloved colleague, often warned you to avoid them, but you ignored him. The energy you’d feel toward Robert every time he’d rant about how every person deserves the freedom and the right to choose was electric. It was the very basis of your beliefs as a historian and a professor. The two of you would often go for a cigarette in the courtyard between classes to enjoy the fresh air and discuss politics. Robert loved hearing your stance on things, especially since you knew your stuff about the history of politics and how things work with them. The tensions were high that day, and before you knew it, Robert leaned into you as you spoke. But before anything could happen, it was time for classes to resume. So you went your respective ways. 

When you were contacted by the government to assist on a top-secret project, you were shocked. They needed your expertise in politics and history, as well as your reading and writing skills. You asked if Robert would be involved due to his talent in psychics, but you got no answer. You didn’t take long to learn of Dr. Lawrence’s involvement in the project, and you were ecstatic to have someone you knew tagging along. He was worried about Robert not being present for the Manhattan Project simply because of his mutual and close friends being communists. You insisted you’d speak to Robert about the matter, but Ernest objected. However, after a meeting about the Spanish Revolution that Robert had held, Ernest blew up on him. He mentioned there was a project and that Robert wasn’t allowed on it as long as he was sticking his nose in communist politics. So, Robert stopped the meetings, and sure enough, General Leslie Groves eventually poked his way into Robert’s office one afternoon to discuss the Project. 

Now, the three of you were involved and had to leave Berkeley. Robert quickly assumed the position of Project leader and already had a location picked out for the Project headquarters. You had heard many stories of this location from him and demanded he take you to it before construction began. You and Robert left Berkeley and traveled to Los Alamos via horse, talking and laughing the whole time about your childhoods and times in school. You both decided to camp there overnight and enjoy the desert and its beautiful sky before dealing with the most significant project in human history. As you sat by the fire that night with Robert, you stared at the sky in wonder. Robert watched you with just as much wonder, enjoying seeing you smile. Because pretty soon, there wouldn’t be much to smile about.

By the time you had moved into Los Alamos and started getting to work, the tension between you and Robert was becoming impalpable. The camping trip solidified whatever was going on between you two- even if it was nothing at all as of right now. Robert ensured you were at every meeting so you could give your two cents if it was needed; you were the brains and the empathy of the project. Gen. Groves admired you for it because no matter how steep the project was getting, you never once panicked or got in over your head. He also admired how you managed to keep your hands off Robert despite how you looked at him. And one day, he mentioned it to you.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out of here?” Gen. Groves asked you one day during a field test.

“Oh, uh,” you hadn’t given it much thought, “I’m not sure. Probably continue lecturing.”

“No one special in your life you want to be with?” Groves asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Not really,” you mumbled sadly, your eyes glanced over at Robert, “Not yet, anyway.”

“Maybe once all of this is over, you can pursue them,” Groves suggested knowingly, “We’re so close now. It won’t be long.”

You nodded, seeing that he knew who was on your mind just by how he studied you, “Maybe.”

After all the hard work and growing sexual tension over the tedious years at Los Alamos, the bubble separating you and Robert finally burst the morning of the Trinity Test. The test was a success, and Robert was basking in the afterglow. Everything from getting his hand shaken to being carried by the crowd of excited and ecstatic workers- it brought him some relief. There’s always sunshine before the rain. 

You invited Robert over to your quaint house on the outskirts of Los Alamos for your nightly glass of wine, but this time it was heavier. It was more meaningful because you finally accomplished what you’d been working so hard for. When Robert sat next to you on the chaise next to the fireplace, his leg touched yours. The sexual energy was like a thick, wet blanket. You took large gulps of your wine as Robert’s eyes stared into yours, his glass pressed to his lips with slower sips.

“I can’t believe it’s all over,” you shook your head.

“Me either.”

“What do we do now? What’s life after this going to be like?”

“I’m not sure about that,” Robert had set his wine down on the floor, “But I’m sure about something else.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, polishing off your drink.

“You.”

You slowly sat back up after putting your empty glass on the floor by your feet, “Me?”

“Yes,” Robert paused, “Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you in ways I can’t explain. And I can usually explain anything.”

You chuckled at that, nodding in agreement, “That you can.”

Robert leaned in, and your smile faltered. His hand reached up to touch your cheek gently, his thumb pushing some of your hair out of the way. Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited with bated breath for Robert to finally, finally kiss you. It had been years of waiting now. And the second his lips pressed to yours, all that time seemed to drift away. There was an explosion in your chest at the feeling of Robert pressing against you on the chaise, pushing you down onto its cushions. His coat and tie have long since been discarded, so all you have to do is worry at the buttons of his shirt with your shaking fingers. Eventually, you get the shirt opened and off his slender frame as it hovered over you. Robert let his skillful tongue slip past your lips with ease, exploring every centimeter of your mouth. How you had longed for this moment.

“Need you, Robert,” you pulled away for air and sighed as his hands pushed up your legs and underneath your dress, “Always have.”

“I’m here, darling. I’m here now.”

Robert shoved the skirt of your dress over your hips and stomach, revealing your slowly soaking white and dainty underwear. He hummed in satisfaction when his finger circled the wet spot at your entrance, causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, pulling down your underwear without hesitation.

“Yes,” you said bravely, “Now, nothing fancy tonight. We have plenty of time for other things, but for now, I need you inside me.”

“Alright then,” Robert chuckles, hastily unbuckling his slacks before pushing them far enough down his legs to be comfortable.

He glided his tip along your slickness, gathering all he could to push inside you with less friction. You whined at the contact, a wanton moan escaping you suddenly as he moved into you at a patient pace. But you were anything but patient, especially at this point. You pushed your hips, causing Robert to enter you further, to which he let out a delicious groan. His hands gripped your sides intensely, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth baring down into the skin as he felt you suck his cock in. 

“Wanted- needed this for so long,” Robert whispered in your ear as his tip finally brushed against your insides.

“God, me too,” you cried out when he slowly pulled back out and then slammed back into you, “Fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Robert tutted playfully, to which you flashed him a smile, moving your hips to wiggle him further inside you.

Robert had thrust himself into you again, this time a little faster than the last. He kept doing this until he had a steady rhythm, lifting your legs to put on his shoulders to get a better angle. You growled at the sensation of him hitting your cervix, and your hands scratched down his back. Robert picked up speed, almost making the chaise scoot on the floor. He was fucking you like mad, and you were taking every second of it like his cock was water and you were thirsting in the desert. In this situation, the figure of speech wasn’t too far from the truth. The feeling of him repeatedly steering into your stomach made you nearly squeal from pleasure. Robert presses your thighs to your shoulders, the undersides of them against his chest. You were a mess, moaning like a whore and gripping Robert as if you blinked hard enough, he’d disappear.

“Taking me like such a good girl,” Robert grunted, moving a hand to your cunt to swipe at your clit in time with his thrusts.

You tossed your head back, crying out at the sensation. No one had ever fucked you with such vigor and passion. You felt that growing bubble in your gut, expecting it to burst any second.

“Cum in me,” you demanded, “Need to feel you.”

Robert laughed breathlessly at you, “Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

And as if he weren’t going fast enough, he pulled out, flipped you over, and took you from behind even faster than before. Robert pushed your cheek into the chaise cushion, watching you as you side-eyed him with utmost pleasure. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm creeping up. Robert pushed your lower back down as far as it’d go, your stomach flush with the material of the chaise underneath you. Your ass being in the air caused Robert to hit a new spot inside you, sending you reeling and spilling over the edge. As your cunt suffocated his cock with its walls, Robert followed your release with his own. His hot cum filled you up with warmth, your hips still bouncing against him. Robert panted from behind you, slowly pulling himself out of your now-dripping pussy. 

You rolled back onto your back, now facing Robert, “That was… wow,” you exhaled.

“I concur,” Robert joked, sitting back and pulling you onto his lap.

You hummed in exhaustion, blissed out as you hung your head on his shoulder.

“Want to stay?” you asked tiredly, eyeing the now-spilled remainder of wine Robert had placed on the floor earlier. You’d worry about it tomorrow.

“I’d love to,” Robert muttered into your ear, kissing it before picking you up off his lap.

The rest of your night is spent watching Robert study you as you lay beside each other in bed. He took you in as if he was seeing you in a new perspective- and he was. Robert was as curious about you as he was about the world and how it worked. Except now, he had to worry about not destroying you like he had the world.

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Jealous | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy's not too fond of seeing one of his men trying to make a move on the woman he's taken an interest in. (Y/N)'s not too fond of people acting jealous.

Warnings: language, drinking, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy (obviously)

Word Count: 3056

A/N: I had fun writing this one. Hopefully I portrayed his jealously correctly. Enjoy! :)

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The drinks were flowing, the laughs were loud, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Why? Well, the Shelby Company Ltd. had just reopened Small Heath's beloved Garrison tavern. It was a proper cause for celebration. And the gang was going to do just that.

(Y/N) was certainly happy to have her place back. A friend of the Shelby family for several years, she spent most of her time in the pub with the brothers as well as Ada. She'd been helping out at the establishment since it'd been passed over to the Shelbys in ownership. Her main job was making sure that Arthur kept the paperwork orderly and completed it correctly. She slid into this role after the original person who'd been helping him, a certain blonde barmaid who (Y/N) didn't even like to say the name of anymore, had been found out as a spy. The Shelbys felt much better knowing that they had a trusted member of the family in the spot now.

When the Garrison got blown up, (Y/N) felt like she no longer had a purpose. She moved over to the betting shop to lend her help there, but it wasn't the same. In the countless hours she'd spent around the Garrison, she'd made many friends with the regulars. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being in their company until she wasn't.

That's why tonight was special for her. She finally felt like she had her home back. And she was about to make every moment of this grand re-opening party count.

"(Y/N)!" Daniel, one of the Garrison's regulars cheered when she came out from the room behind the bar.

"Daniel! How are you doing?!" she excitedly asked the older man, happy to be seeing a familiar face already.

"I'm dandy, love," he grinned at her, "much better now that this pub's back in business," he added and she nodded, sharing the same sentiment as him at the moment. She happily went about pouring his regular drink, knowing it without even having to ask him. Her normal position wasn't behind the bar, but she often found herself behind the counter when she'd go out and have chats with the patrons. Amongst all of these chats, she'd managed to learn a few customers' orders.

(Y/N) left the bar after handing Daniel his drink, deciding that she should go and play party host. Arthur had pretty much given her free reign; telling her that she could do whatever she pleased since she had been a big help in getting the establishment back to ready form in the time that it did. She made sure to go around to all of the patrons that were celebrating the occasion with the Shelby family.

"Is that (Y/N)?" she heard her name being called from one of the booths situated along the wall. She turned to look in the direction of the voice and immediately found a booth full of men who were part of the Peaky Blinders. Not surprisingly, the voice had belonged to none other than John Shelby.

"It is," (Y/N) answered with a grin as she made her way over to the table. John and his younger brother, Finn, sat on the inside of the booth. Robert and Andrew, two men who worked for the Shelby family, sat on John's side, and Dell, a man who was also a member of the razor gang, was sitting next to Finn. "What are you lot doing over here?" she asked as she came to a stop in front of the booth.

"Celebrating this joyous occasion," Andrew answered, raising his pint up as a cheers. There were a few hollers from the table as the other men held their respective drinks up, their exuberance making (Y/N)'s smile widen.

"You drinking anything?" John asked, leaning over onto the table slightly so that he could get a clearer view of her.

"No, not yet," (Y/N) shook her head, "Arthur told me that I should be making the rounds; greeting the patrons...which shouldn't you be doing that as well, Mr. Shelby?" she emphasized John's surname with a grin.

"The night's still young," John brushed her off, taking another drink from his glass.

"Why don't you sit with us for a bit, huh?" Dell was the next person to speak up, motioning to the empty spot next to him as he spoke.

"Oh I don't know..." (Y/N) trailed off, starting a chorus of 'come on's' and 'why nots?' She listened to them for a few moments before she dropped her straight-faced expression and smiled. "Why not?" she shrugged before she slid into the booth next to Dell.

"Thata girl," Dell grinned as he immediately slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulders.

"You know (Y/N)..." John trailed off, pointing towards the woman for added effect, "(Y/N)'s probably the person who's most excited for this place bein' open again," he said, grinning as he finished his statement.

"Oh, John..." (Y/N) trailed off with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the grinning fool.

"No, seriously...she was on our asses about getting the plans finalized and the workers to come," John continued on despite (Y/N) trying to cut him off, "made a right job out of it, she did." Realizing that it was hopeless, (Y/N) shook her head as she tried to stop her cheeks from heating up. So what if she was pushing them to work faster on completing the bar?...this was her happy place, and she didn't like being away from it.

"No need to be actin' all bashful, sweetheart," Dell's low voice came right beside her ear, making her look up to see his grin, "you havin' something you're passionate about is really cute...makes me wanna find something of the sort so that you can be 'on my ass' too," he finished with a wink. (Y/N) wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Dell wasn't the most attractive fellow that she knew, but he wasn't hard on the eyes either. She sent him an appreciative smile in response, hoping that he would recognize that she wasn't off-put by his statement.

Before she was able to verbally respond to his comment, another voice entered the conversation from the right of her. "Having a party of your own over here, eh?"

"Course, Mr. Shelby...the party's everywhere here tonight, ain't it?" Dell was the first to respond to his boss, his eyes moving from (Y/N) to the man standing behind her, his grin still apparent.

"It is," Tommy agreed, "but you should be off watching the fucking door, yeah?" his voice held a different tone, one that (Y/N) wasn't used to hearing from him. It was only saved for a few occasions, and all of those said occasions involved her.

"I suppose so, Mr. Shelby," Dell responded back in a deflated tone, all of the confidence leaving him in an instant.

(Y/N) finally turned to look at Tommy then. She watched as his eyes caught hers for a moment before they fleeted away as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his lips pressed into a tight line. She sighed and shook her head at his body language, he was trying to make something clearly obvious here.

"John," he addressed his brother then, his eyebrows raising slightly as he looked in the younger man's direction, "you're an owner of this establishment...start acting like one and not some regular patron," he then gave his orders for everyone around the booth to clear out and go to where they're supposed to be. He stopped Finn as he was moving out of the booth and took the glass of alcohol from him, only shaking his head as a look of disapproval formed on his face.

"Happy with yourself, Tommy?" (Y/N) questioned when it was just the two of them standing at the edge of the booth now.

"Lovely reopening, isn't it?" he deflected her question with one of his own, nodding his head slightly to the side before he took a drink from the glass he'd just confiscated from Finn. (Y/N) only shook her head while glaring at him. Her unhappy expression also went unnoticed by the blue-eyed man. "You look beautiful," he told her then, sending her his signature half-smirk that any other time would make her swoon. Now it only served to make her even more annoyed by his antics.

"I'm going to go and talk with more of the patrons," she stated, not responding to his compliment on her appearance.

"Go on, love," he nodded. She took that as her go-ahead and left his side, doing just as she said she would.

While (Y/N) was close with the Shelby family, she was even closer to Tommy. What started off as a good friendship shifted into a natural state of 'something more' one night after she'd taken a nasty fall while trying to organize things at the tavern. Tommy was there to help with her minor scrapes and provide her pride some much needed comfort. Amidst the comfort came a prolonged look into each other's eyes, which then turned into a flurry of unbridled kissing and roaming hands. They'd yet to put a label on whatever it was they had going. It didn't feel needed at that time.

So (Y/N) went on with chatting to the patrons, but she couldn't shake the feeling of Tommy's eyes on her. She knew that he was watching her as she went about her business. A quick glance over to the bar confirmed it. He was leaning up against the glossy, wooden counter with a cigarette perched between his lips. There was someone talking to him, but he wasn't giving them his full attention. No...(Y/N) always had his full attention.

"How's it going for you tonight, (Y/N)?" the eldest Shelby of the bunch, Arthur, asked as he came up alongside the woman.

"It's going well, Arthur," she responded, her eyes finally leaving Tommy for good. "I've seen a lot of regulars back already," she told him, a smile forming on her face.

"That's good to hear...we're already sucking their money in again," Arthur grinned in response, happy to know that there'd most likely be a quick return to the pace of cash flow that the bar saw before the explosion.

"It seems that we are," (Y/N) nodded along with his statement.

"I'll let you continue on with what you're doing. You're working the crowd in a way I never can, love," Arthur said then, his statement making (Y/N) laugh and shake her head.

"I'm sure you're doing just fine, Arthur," she brushed his praise off, waving her hand for dramatic effect. It was his turn to laugh at her statement, and he shook his head slightly, his lop-sided grin returning before he left her side to go back to the bar's counter.

Another voice called out for (Y/N) before she was able to get too far from the spot she was occupying: "How's your night going, sweetheart?" It was Dell. He approached her from the direction of the main doors to the establishment, a drink in his hand.

"It's going well," (Y/N) responded, a smile on her face. Her smile was different this time around...she knew that someone was watching them as they conversed. "How's yours been?"

"Oh, not as good as yours," he responded, "boss' got me on door duty."

"That's pretty important though," (Y/N) rebutted, trying to find the silver lining in the situation, "you're protecting everyone from potential bad."

Dell grinned at her statement, "you've made me feel important all of a sudden."

"Happy I could help," she responded, keeping the conversation at surface level, even though it was clear that his words had a flirty undertone to them.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Dell tried then, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her response.

"My drinks are free," she politely declined his offer, "one of the perks of being on the inside," she added with a grin.

"Ahh," Dell took the response lightly, his grin still ever present, "and do my drinks come free from knowing you?"

(Y/N) laughed at his question, "if that was the case, we'd be practically handing bottles out."

"Worth a shot?" he asked her, his pride not yet deflated. (Y/N) glanced in Tommy's direction before she responded. She could feel his eyes on her from across the room for the entire duration of her conversation with Dell. The second her eyes met his, he looked away. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and his jaw was obviously clenched.

"Worth a shot," (Y/N) answered, nodding her head slightly before she glanced at Tommy again. This time, he held her gaze, and he did not look pleased. He then nodded his head slightly in the direction of the back of the room before he pushed himself off of the counter and began walking to where he'd just motioned to. "I've got to continue playing host," (Y/N) addressed Dell again, making up an excuse to leave the conversation, "it was lovely to talk to you, Dell."

"The pleasure’s all mine,” Dell grinned before he took a step away from her, indicating that she was good to leave the conversation.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath and sent one last smile to the man she was just talking with before she glanced over at the archway that led to the back banquet typed room. Tommy wasn’t present in the main bar area anymore, so she guessed that he’d already made his way to where he’d nodded. Bracing herself for the topic that he surely was going to talk about, she made sure that she had her comebacks in order. She had to show him that he couldn’t just push her into doing what he wanted her to just because they were sleeping with each other. Again, there was no label on what they had going on.

All preparations flew out the window the second she stepped through the archway. “Tom...” was all she was able to say as she felt his hands take hold of her cheeks and his lips fall onto hers. He kissed her hard, his teeth clashing against hers as their mouths met. She fought against the desire that was quickly building inside of her and managed to pull away from him. She couldn’t stop the grin that formed on her face though. “What was that for?” she asked, her eyes finding his in the dim light of the room. They were in a spot where they could see out into the bar area, but the patrons were unable to see them as they were shrouded by the darkness of the room.

“Needed to kiss you,” Tommy mumbled against her lips, his hands holding her face dangerously close to his. He went in for another kiss then, and (Y/N) allowed him.

She made sure that it only lasted a few seconds before pulling away again. “Is this about Dell?” she asked another question, her eyebrows raised slightly. Tommy couldn’t even meet her eyes with his own, instead keeping them concentrated on her lips.

“Hmm,” he brushed her question off, leaning in yet again.

Their lips barely touched this time before (Y/N) managed to completely break away from his grasp. Tommy exhaled a grunt of discontent as (Y/N) shook her head with a grin playing on her lips. “It is about him...” she trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest, “you brought me back here to lay your claim on me...didn’t you?” she asked him then, her one eyebrow quirked.

“Maybe,” he answered her in a voice just above a mumble as a guilty smile formed on his face. His eyes still wouldn’t meet hers, and instead he chose to look at the wall slightly to the right of her.

(Y/N) stared at him for a few moments, taking in the finer notes of his fleeting gaze and guilty expression. “You’re jealous, Tommy,” she finally said, a grin forming on her face as she spoke. She felt proud of herself that she’d just called him out on it.

But, of course, he wasn’t going to make it easy on her. “No,” he shook his head, denying her statement almost instantly.

“You are,” she insisted, “I’ve noticed it in your body language, in how you’ve spoken to people while around me...in how you brought me back here, just now, to kiss me. You’re jealous.”

“There’s a difference between being jealous and letting the world know that you’re mine,” Tommy said in response to her accusation.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows raised at his admission. “Oh so I’m yours?” she outright asked him.

“If you want to be,” he left the decision up to her, but how he wanted her to respond was rather obvious.

(Y/N) didn’t respond right away, instead taking a few moments to look at him again. She knew that the tension was building with each second that passed. Knowing that he was waiting intently for her answer made her grin reappear. After a few more moments of silence, she leaned in closer to Tommy again. “Dell’s an innocent kid...” she trailed off, her tone sultry in nature, “he wouldn’t know what to do with me if he got me.” She kept her eyes locked onto his as she spoke, seeing a smirk form on his face out of her peripherals. She had him right where she wanted him. This was made evident by him dropping his hands to hold onto her hips. She searched his eyes for a few seconds, letting the tension build even more before she said her final sentence: “jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Tommy.”

Without letting him respond, she broke out of his grasp on her hips and began taking steps backwards to go into the main bar area. Her grin grew as she took in his dumbfounded expression, and she sent him a wink for extra measure before turning around and walking back to the party.

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hey I wondering if u can do gn/ queer reader x Hatzgang (separate) who’s a major scene kid? Like they full-on look like this lol

Thx!! X3

Yesssss!!! Always wanted to write something like this!

Sorry if anything offends you in these headcanons or is I get anything wrong, feel free to correct anything :)

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic (it's implied but it can maybe be read as platonic)

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff?

Hope you enjoy this :)

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Roy

Ngl, he made fun of you for it for some time, but he eventually got used to it

Although a few jokes about your clothing style slips out sometimes

He did once try to dress like you, but ended up looking like an emo kid. Robert and Ross may or may not have walked in on him and nade fun of him, but he denied the whole story when they even mentioned it

If you get the idea to dress him up in your style he will completely turn down the idea

It's not that he doesn't want to dress up that way. He just thinks he's gonna look bad and embarrass himself

But, if you insist and start to get quote 'anoying' end quote, he'll give in

You just freak out when you see him in your clothing style, and he can't lie, he looks decent

But he's still embarrassed because you also brought Ross and Robert with you

"You look amazing!" Y/n gushed as they looked at Roy

Roy turned red in the face at the compliment as Ross and Robert snickered

"yeah, you look like a glowstick." Ross whispered in his ear as Robert bit his bottom lip to hold back his laughter

"What's the matter you two?" Y/n asked as they tilted their head

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Robert said, trying his best to not fall to the floor laughing. Y/n just shrugged as they looked through the clothing racks

"I think this'll fit you as well Roy." Y/n said happily as they handed Roy a tee-shirt to go change

Roy let out a defeated sigh as he turned around and went into the changing room

And, he'll also beat the shit out of a person if they make fun of you even though he also made fun of you

You'd have to gold him back from pouncing on a person that's ten times his size

If he finds your accessories scattered across your room he won't be bothered to pick them up, he'll just pick up a sticky note and write: "Pick up your crap next time nerd." With a little heart at the end of course

The only reason he leaves sticky notes to pick up after yourself is because he doesn't actually know where everything goes, and he doesn't just want to out everything in your desk to get tangled up of something

Robert

He absolutely adores your clothing style. He'll just gush over you every chance he gets

He, with no shame, came strutting down the street in a poor copy of your clothing style. People burst out laughing when they saw him but did he care? No he didn't. That is until he saw you giggling to yourself

He was heartbroken and embarrassed. You had to explain to him that you weren't laughing at him for the reason he thinks you are. But for actually putting in the effort to support you (?) And just not make fun of you. At least that's how you imagined it

When you proposed the idea to take him to the mall to pick out at least one outfit for him he agreed emidiatly

He'd just be jumping in place the whole time and look like a little kid that was just waiting for a lollipop to be given to him

You would also be gushing over him as well

And if you brought Ross and Roy with you as well he would not care if they made even the slighest comment towards him

"You look absolutely amazing!" Y/n squealed as they clapped their hands in excitement

"I know!" Robert yelled back with the same excitement. Roy and Ross just laughed to themselves in the background

"You look like you've been dipped in paint." Roy laughed, pointing towards ross

"Yeah? Well I don't give a darn." He said with a proud smile on his face as he strutted through the store like a model, making you laugh lightly at his actions

"You know, I can dress you two up as well-"

"NO!"

If anyone dares to make fun of you he'll just stare at them

I mean, he's tall for his age so just staring at the person with the most serious expression can make the person making fun of you shit their pants

He'll also be the person to pick up your accessories if they're just laying on the floor

But he would exactly put them in the correct places, if that makes sense

He would happily pick them up and just throw them either on your bed or third like it's a dirty pile of clothing . But you've gotta appreciate the effort at least

Ross

He's neutral when it comes to your style of clothing

Like, he doesn't hate it, but he won't freak out when you do come to him wearing what you usually wear

He cat deny that he thought of dressing like you once or twice. But he was too embarrassed to do so, thinking that someone would walk in on him in that outfit

But if you were the one suggesting to dress him up, he'll be more than happy to just go with you to the mall. He'll watch you with adoration as you pick out his clothes, completely ignoring Roy and Robert giggling like children behind you two

Again, you would be gushing over his looks. And he'd be totally embarrassed, but sort of filled with pride at your praises

"You look great Ross!" Y/n gushed as they jumped up and down in excitement

Ross only looked at the ground, whispering a 'thank you' that Y/n thankfully heard. Ross turned to look at Robert and Roy to see them giggling to one another

"you look like a glittery emo." Roy laughed. Ross scrunched his face up in anoyence

"At least I don't look like a failed aborted fox fetus." He spat out. Roy looked at him in shock as Robert burst out laughing

Ross heard your light giggle from behind him as a warm smile spread across his face

If anyone even dared to make fun of you, they're gonna be so insicure when Ross is done with them

Like, I can see him just judging them over the smallest things, they shut their mouth as fast as they opened it

When it comes to your accessories Ross couldn't give a crap. Like, if he saw your accessories he would just leave them be

But if you didn't pick them up he'll just give you a little reminder

#spooky month x reader #spooky month #sm hatzgang #hatzgang x reader #hatzgang #sm ross x reader #sm ross #sm robert x reader #sm robert #sm roy x reader #sm roy #gn reader #scene reader

[beachbabey]

your instagram but you're married to bob floyd (part 2)

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y/n.floyd: smile bobby!

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reubenfitch: a wild bob in his natural habitat

h.n.g.m.n: make sure the baby has his gloves

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y/n.floyd: going through the archives, here's bobby making a snowflake paperchain at our winter formal

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coyote.jm: the curls!! bobby!!!

-> rooster.bb: you're telling me we could've been matching this entire time?!?

h.n.g.m.n: does this mean you straighten your hair every morning? @/r.bob.floyd?

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y/n.floyd: i didn't know i was marrying the entire squadron

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petemitchell: where's roos?

y/n.floyd: who's roos

-> coyote.jm i don't know a roos

-> rooster.bb: who the hell is roos?

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y/n.floyd: Nebraska here we come!

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r.bob.floyd: can't believe we've been married for a whole year baby <3

-> y/n.floyd: i love you endlessly <3

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y/n.floyd: shoutout to my main boy Garcia for providing me evidence that my husband is in fact alive and well because this man is awful at checking his phone

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reubenfitch: hi honey! bobby's having so much fun at flight camp! just look at the smile on his face

cs_fanboy: he just disapproves of me being silly :(

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y/n.floyd: guess who just got the fastest run time EVER RECORDED ON BASE?!?! (plus nat but she was too busy laughing in jake's face for a picture)

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h.n.g.m.n: by THREE seconds

-> trace.nat: *3.68 seconds if were counting xoxo

r.bob.floyd: suck it bagman

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fluff #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x fem reader #bob floyd sm!au

[aliorsboxostuff]

bob Floyd x male reader who is quiet and intimidating, only to silently become a guard dog to him

idk I haven't slept, hope this makes sense

OOOOOH THIS TURNED OUT SO NICE TBH I love grumpy x sunshine sm :(( it's such a cute trope uGHHH and writing this was such a trip lmao I loved how it turned out tbh thanks so much for the idea!! so I hope you all do too!

Note: Reader is regarded as Panther for his callsign. The fic is in a 3rd POV.

Stone-Cold

Tags: Robert Floyd/Male Reader, Bob x Male-aviator!Reader, sunshine x grumpy!!, Robert Floyd, Natasha Trace, Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin, Halo, Fritz, Yale, Rest of the Dagger Squad, Maverick, Iceman, Penny, Meet-cute, First meeting, Fluff, Implied smut, kissing, making out, getting together, separation, slight angst, time skips, NOT TOO MUCH THO!, No use of Y/N, slight OOC, Background Icemav, Background Sereshaw, Background relationships, i don't know shit about fighter pilots, only did small research lmao

Bob met Panther, a dark-eyed individual who never even glanced in his direction. But that soon changes when he finally gains his friendship and the two hit it off, flying through a healthy relationship, a falling out, and a reunion. 

—

The first time Bob met Panther was in basics. Panther stood a foot taller than him, with dark eyes that were only focused on the board whenever they were in class. Due to his height, Panther was situated in the back, just two rows behind where Bob usually sits. A suffocating dark air seems to always follow the man, making his classmates, including Bob, avoid him most of the time. It doesn't help that the man barely talks, it's a miracle they even knew his Callsign. 

They say he got it after someone from his old crew saw him in the middle of the night, outside of the building, with glowing golden eyes. Paired with his big build, Bob hopes the Callsign story is nothing but a rumor of some drunken crew that stumbled his way and saw Panther that night. 

It was a usual Wednesday. His class has departed to spend their lunchtime while Bob makes his way to the cafeteria, reviewing the lesson plan inside his head. While he was too engrossed in his little ramblings, he hadn't realized he bumped into someone waiting in the line in front of him. Bob immediately stops and rubs his nose which took the burn of the bump. 

“Sorry!” He quickly musters, realizing he had to incline his head in order to meet the person's eyes, and much to his surprise, it was Panther. The man raised a brow and fixed Bob with a stare that made the shorter pilot gulp. Suddenly, Panther shrugs and turns back around, as if to brush off an insignificant bug. Now that is a treatment Bob is familiar with, so he’s back to looking down into his binder while waiting for his turn.

After obtaining his lunch, he looks around for his usual table, on the far end of the large room. He smiles to himself as he spots it vacant and makes his way to his place. As he sets his tray down, a similar noise follows. Bob raises his head to find Panther, he was the one placing his tray in front of Bob. His eyes widen, panic settling in before he hears the tall man in front of him speak. “Is… this seat taken?”

To hear Panther's voice was a rarity, the man only spoke in class if their instructor specifically asked him to answer. He sounded… Timid—Far from what Bob’s expectation was. The brunette stumbles on his words, finding his voice to answer the man in front of him. 

“N-no, go ahead,” Bob manages a welcoming smile, well, he hopes it was welcoming. Panther nods, and takes his seat and so does Bob. He puts aside his binders and readjusts his glasses, a nervous habit. He finds himself looking at his tray of food, then back to his books, then to the blank table. Bob doesn't know what to do with his hands. Awkwardness surrounds both of them.

“I see you took notes of today's class,” Panther was the one who broke it. 

Bob perks, before he sheepishly nods. “Yeah its, uh- good for review,”

“Do you think… You can explain some stuff to me? I didn't really catch today's lesson…” The taller man looks to his side, then scratches the back of his neck. Behind his glasses, Bob’s eyes lit up, before he smiled and nodded, his hands already on their way to open one of his many binders.

That was the start of Bob's and Panther's friendship. He admits, he never had the best experience with his peers. Most of the time he’s left alone or is only noticed whenever they have a question, no one ever truly became close with Bob. No one’s ever picked on him, that would be childish, but then again—If you pile some humans filled with testosterone in one shower room, there's bound to be some name-calling or stink eyes. Bob has had his fair share of it, never taken it to heart, even if some days it hurts more than it looks. 

But ever since Panther spends his lunch with Bob, the other guys have chosen to leave him alone, even in the shower rooms. No one ever laughed behind his back again, those whispers whenever he was in class or passing by has also disappeared. Panther has spent the better half of his day sticking to Bob, being by his side, going where Bob is going, and only separates when they have different schedules or if he was waiting for his own turn in the rec room while Bob is in training. 

It’s been a couple of months since their initial meeting now. Bob and Panther are well into their flight training program, and are currently leading in their class grade. Two of the best in their class, with Bob having a couple of scores above Panther. 

The clock barely touched 8 PM. Panther was lounging about in Bob’s room, with his roommate being somewhere in the city, no doubt getting drunk between girls, Panther was free to roam in his best friend's room. Bob is currently on his bed, reading something from a textbook while Panther was doing nothing in particular on the floor, his long limbs strewn about. The only thing illuminating the room is the stripes of moonlight and the dim light of Bob's bedside lamp. 

“Hey Bob,” Panther calls from the floor. Bob hums. “Ever thought of getting into Top Gun?” 

Bob tilts his head slightly. He closes the textbook, putting his glasses aside before leaning on the edge of his mattress. “Maybe. Why?”

“Nah, just thought if you wanted to, you could,” Panther grins up to a confused Bob.

“What's that supposed to mean?” The brunette smiles, strands of his fringe falling into his eyes. 

“You’re smart. Smarter than all of us in class, not to mention you’re a half-decent pilot,” Bob chuckles at that, now fully leaning down to meet his friend's eyes. Panther smiles up at him. “I think you’d make it into Top Gun.”

While Bob doesn't have his glasses on, Panther's smile is just as warm, feeling it seeping into his skin. “You smile more around me,” 

Panther’s smile faltered slightly, before he suddenly sat up, supported by his arms behind him, and then they were inches apart. Bob’s eyes widen, finding how close his friend is sitting, he can practically breathe him in. The brunette blinks, swallowing a lump. “That day, the first time we talked, why did you choose to sit with me?”

Panther’s lips are parted slightly. “I just… I knew you weren't as shit as the others,” 

Bob huffs a laugh and Panther mimics it. “Really?” 

“Yeah, plus…” Panther leans closer, his voice drops into a whisper. “You were the only one worth talking to,” 

It happened so slowly. Bob closes his eyes before he feels the man's lips on his, trusting himself wholly to Panther. He feels himself being pushed, his hands scrambling to wrap around Panther's shoulders before he pushes Bob onto the bed and he climbs in himself, lips never parting. He presses and presses, until Bob's lips part and he feels Panther's tongue slips in, which makes Bob groan between their breath and pants. Bob finds himself laid beneath Panther, feeling his friend's hair between his fingers, the solid weight on top of him calms his pestering anxiety. He’s shared a kiss or two, and dated some girls and one boy, but has never gone as far as making out. But despite it all, Panther's mere existence on top of him, caging him in, soothes his worries, and is willing to follow Panther into the long night.

He’s lucky his roommate came back late because he had to kiss Panther goodbye as he sneaked back into his room, not before he heard the man groan from outside his doors; something about his roommate asking questions about last night, which made Bob laugh. 

Before Panther left, they had woken up in each other's arms, Bob had the best sleep he’s had in years. Panther was playing with Bob’s curly morning hair, before the more petite man groans and reaches numbly for his glasses, at which Panther laughs and hands it to him. Once he situated his glasses, he finds himself looking at the man on top of him, a soft smile between those addicted lips. “Morning,” He said.

“Mornin’” Bob drawls, turning to face Panther. He smiles, before pressing a kiss to Bob's temple, which Bob closes his eyes upon feeling it. Instead of pulling back, Panther stays there.

“I hope this isn't a one-time thing,” He mumbles into Bob's curls. The brunette blinks, before he pulls back to meet Panther's eyes. 

“It isn't.” So serious, so sure of his words. Bob was famous for his hesitation, for his timidness in front of his peers, but this. This, he’s confident about. 

Pather’s blank stare breaks into a smile, before he dives back in and smothers Bob with kisses, pulling him right back into his arms, and they spend the rest of the dawn just like that. 

—

Bob graduated on top of his class. Pather follows just behind him, but despite it, they’re both worthy of their wings of gold. 

After their graduation ceremony, after the pictures and congratulations from instructors and family members, and awkwardly meeting Bob’s cheerful parents and myriads of siblings, after meeting Panther's own family, the two finally manage to sneak away. Panther pulls Bob into the back of his Land Rover, the shorter male giggling as his boyfriend smothers him in kisses.

“I’m so proud of you,” Panther smiles, pulling back from his grinning boyfriend. Bob's glasses are askew, a wide smile on his lips. He can feel himself blushing, the steady heat spreading through his cheeks, which makes Panther lean back in to kiss him again. 

They both ended up in the back seat of Panthers Rover, entwined with each other, breathing in lungfuls, a smile on both of their lips. Bob leans to bury himself deeper into Panther's chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his fingertips. Panther hums, his arm pulling Bob closer. His other hand examines the small wing, it reflects the night's shine. 

“What now?” Panther sighs, pocketing the golden wings then turns to his boyfriend. Bob's brown eyes shine with the moonlight. 

“I don't know,” The brunette looks out of the car’s window. “Get assigned a squadron,” 

It would be the next step in their career. Panther has learned that Bob would be aiming to get into Top Gun, and he would be following Bob if he could, always one step behind him. 

Panther turns to face Bob, the aviator picking at his finger. He slowly entwines his fingers with Bob’s, making him glance up to meet Panther's eyes. The taller male softly smiles, moving a stray hair from Bob's eyes. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow,”

—

Two weeks after their Uranium mission, the crew has decided to hang out in the Hard Deck before some of them get shipped out into another deployment. Rooster was busy with Hangman, the two have been getting along ever since Hangman saved Rooster and Mav’s lives. They hung at one of the back tables of the Hard Deck, a bottle of beer in each other's hand. They’re standing awfully close, which makes Phoenix raise a brow.

“Let’s hope they don't break each other's heart again,” Bob snickers, picking at his cashews. 

“You don't want to take care of Roo?” 

“God no, you're lucky you weren't there for the first time,” Phoenix’s face scrunches in disgust, which makes Bob laugh. The WSO has been sticking with his pilot for most of their leisure time, mostly because he didn't know where else to go. Bob supposed he’ll follow where his next mission took him, or hope Cyclone is merciful and put him and Phoenix on the same crew. 

Coyote and Payback are playing pool, along with the others, sometimes cheering one of them on or laughing at a joke or quip the group would say. Maverick said he couldn't join the crew, something about spending his day with Iceman, which they all completely understood and cheered in their group chat. It's a particularly slow day for the Hard Deck, not a lot of patrons on this sunny Wednesday. Penny was conversing with another patron, and overall calming noon washing over Fightertown. 

The doors of Hard Deck chimes open. Bob and Phoenix are engrossed in their conversation, and despite standing on the other side of the bar, they did not recognize the customer that came in. A tall man on his peripherals is the only thing Bob notices before Phee makes him laugh and he’s back to ducking. 

“Hey there, I'm looking for a Bob Floyd?” 

The familiar voice almost gave Bob whiplash as he turned his head. And he thought he'd lost him…

“Panther?” 

The man in question walks past the bar and finds the familiar and comforting blue of Bob’s eyes. The pilot stands from his stool, taking shaky steps toward Panther. 

The last Bob ever heard of Panther was years ago, before his first deployment as they were assigned their own squadron. Bob was devastated that he wouldn't be getting the same squadron as Panther did, but with reassuring parting words, Panther promised the younger pilot that they’d meet again, one way or another. Since then, Bob has been moving from one deployment to another, meeting new people and squadrons, and experiencing different pain and happiness in his life. He got into the Top Gun program, and he met his current friends. He met Phoenix, Rooster, Fanboy and the others, but despite it all he had hoped to somehow see Panther again. 

He never considered the man to find him.

“Hey,” Panther's smile is just as blinding as he remembers it. He gives Bob a once over, spotting the outfit Bob is wearing, before he chuckles. “Never changed, huh?”

Bob follows his laugh, finding the courage to reach out to hold Panther's wrist, which makes a steady blush rise to his cheeks. Panthers laugh stutters before he clears his throat and scratches at the back of his neck.

“And you never changed too,” Panther's eyes widen a bit, before he breaks into a smile, which makes Bob grin. He brings himself to stand closer to Panther, having to crane his neck to meet the man's eyes. 

“How did…” Bob's question falters, but luckily still understood Panther.

“I found you? Well, word travels fast when you are on the same mission as Captain Maverick,” Panther smirks. Bob laughs, realizing the recent fame the crew got ever since they spent their time with Mav. If you were taught by the legendary Maverick and were on a successful mission alongside him, the story definitely travels fast.

Though, Bob's brow furrows again. “But how did you know I was here?”

“I have my sources,” Panther shrugs, making Bob pat his arm. He's still supporting those muscles that made Bob’s head spin. Bob blinks, trying to hide away his blush by suddenly pulling Panther into a hug, which makes the man laugh and wrap his arms around the shorter pilot. Panther shakes from the laughter as he rests his chin on Bob's head. Bob melts at the sound of the familiar heartbeat, the warmth Panther exudes. 

The two move apart when they suddenly hear the sound of clapping, only to find Hangman walking towards them. “Is that the Panther I see?”

Bob tilts his head, before he feels himself being shifted to stand beside the taller man. “Hangman,” 

His jaw slackens. He has never seen Panther revert back to the stone-cold gaze he once wore back in basics, not even when Bob made a mistake that Panther rightfully got angry about. Yet, right now, he has that exact face while facing Hangman. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when you're back in Fightertown,”

“Never thought I'd see your douchey-ass here again,” Panther retorts. He stands much taller than Jake, though he still has his bite despite the height difference, seemingly unbothered. Jake leans over to look behind Panther's broad shoulders, finding a confused Bob. 

“You knew him?” Jake smirks.

“We were in basics together,” Bob nods, his hand slowly reaching for Panther's arm, patting it softly. “He’s my friend,” 

Panther takes a breath, before sighing and moving aside, turning towards Bob with a frown. “Sorry, my bad,”

“It’s alright, I'm fine, Panther,” Bob smiles, pushing stray strands behind Panther's ear affectionately. 

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the crew, including Jake, is currently looking at the two with wide eyes and jaws on the floor. Bob wasn't particularly open to touch, in fact—The only people that ever hugged him were the selected few in the Dagger Squad. Phoenix was normally seen with him, and even then she kept her distance with the backseater. And to the extent of Hangman's knowledge, the Panther he knew back in his Fighter Squadron days was a reserved and quiet guy, mostly intimidating with his height and build, but usually kept it to himself.  To see the usually scary man being so touchy with a usually not touchy-feely guy is, to say the least, odd. 

The two spent the rest of the day catching up. Bob has learned that Panther took a different route than aiming for Top Gun, and instead got deployed at some places to teach classes, the main reason why he hasn't been able to visit Fightertown. He also learned the second that he got a whiff of information that a squadron, led by Maverick, has done a successful mission and is still in Miramar, Panther booked the first flight to San Diego. He wasn't expecting to find Bob, he was hoping. 

Panther ended up listening to everything his friend dumped on him. He knows Bob doesn't easily talk, only in short replies, so he’s happy to find him still so accepting to share his life with Panther. He learns about the Dagger Squad, how he's apparently close with Maverick now, and his experience throughout the death-defying mission. Panther, regardless of it all, was glad he had Bob in one piece instead of being invited to the aviator's honorable funeral. He’s proud to hear Bob making new friends, meeting new people, and is especially interested in meeting Phoenix. 

“Oh wait, let me use the toilet, be back in a bit,” Panther places his Whiskey down, patting Bob's back as he heads to the toilets.

Phoenix immediately corners her WSO, sliding up next to him. She stares him down, bewildering Bob. “Who’s that guy and what's his deal?” 

Bob takes a second to blink. “Im- Panthers my friend,”

“He seems more than a friend, Bob,” He knew he was safe with Phoenix. He knew he was safe with everyone, because they aren't like the old folks who glare at any two guys standing too close for comfort. Hell, they have Rooster and Hangman who are currently dancing around each other. But for Bob to tell Pheonix his ‘once boyfriend’ was a bit challenging for him. But he trusts her, and she worries for him. 

“He’s my… Old Boyfriend? We never broke up, but-”

“He left you?”

“No! Phee please,” Bob sighs, readjusting his glasses. “ We got different squadrons and went our separate ways, honestly, it's a miracle he ever found me,” 

The aviator looks down at his glass, the water reflecting his longing gaze. Bob smiles. “I never stopped loving him,” 

Phoenix leans back, away from her backseater. Her eyes find the deep pools of Bob’s blues, having known him well enough to see past his usual awkward demeanor. The pilot huffs, before she looks past Bob and then stands. “I’m sure he feels the same,” 

She passes Bob then, not before patting his shoulder, then walking away. Panther passes by the pilot, the shorter lady giving him a knowing look which makes Panther's brows crease, but he takes his seat again, already turning to face Bob. 

“That’s Phoenix?” 

“Heh, yeah,” Bob answers into his glass as he sips. Panthers swivel back around, finding Phoenix next to Hangman and an unknown man who supports a great porn stache. Panther manages a small smile, to which Phoenix responds with a nod. 

“I like her,” Bob laughs.

—

It was well over closing hour when Penny finally pushed the crew out of the Hard Deck door, saying something about reporting them to Maverick if she had to, which made all of the squad rush out and into San Diego’s cool evening. 

Some piled into Fitz’s car, Halo went with Phoenix on her bike, Hangman is already in Roosters Bronco, which left Bob alone with Panther. The two stay on the bar's porch, watching their friends stumble into their respectful vehicle. Bob spotted the guys fighting over who drives Fitz’s car even though the only sober one was Yale at that point, which made him laugh. Halo was already clinging to a sober Phoenix, clearly babbling about something. 

Throughout the night, Panther has gotten into conversations with the squad. Hangman even offered him a match at pool, which he demolished, leaving Jake to wallow his way to Rooster, so he learned the name of the pilot with the sick stache. Panther felt welcomed amongst them, their sense of family palpable. He finds himself smiling most of the time, which freaked Jake out. And it seems they're on a first-name basis now, which Bob greatly appreciates. 

They watch as their friends pull out of the parking lot, some blasting music, others oddly calm which bothered Bob. He hopes Rooster won't actually break Jake. 

After the dust has settled and their rear lights are far off into the distance, Bob releases a sigh, smiling to himself.

“So, Bob,” Panther turns to him, making Bob tilt his head to match. “I have my Range Rover,” 

“Still the same old?” 

“The one my aunt gifted me, yeah,” Panther laughs, which makes Bob grins. He suddenly grew quiet, looking down into Miramar’s sand instead of meeting Bob. The shorter man furrows his brow, something churns in his gut. Before Panther opens his mouth, Bob beats him to it.

“I don't-” Bob takes a breath. “...What are we?” 

At that, Panther smiles easily. He reaches for Bob's hand, holding them, drawing small circles on the back of the pilot's hands. “I’m your boyfriend, if you’ll take me,” 

Then he brings Bob’s chin close, pressing his lips against him, and it’s back to basics. Back to the old dorms where Bob felt a surge of euphoria. Where he could finally let his walls be undone by the man he trusted the most. He’s missed this. Missed the easy slide of their lips, the comforting scent of Panther, the way his hand slots between the man's broad chest, how Panther pulls him closer by his hips and suddenly he’s weightless. Bob smiles into their kiss, happy to finally regain his spot between Panther's arms. 

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[harringtonswriting]

hi bree!!! may i please request knuckles brushing against each other and person A getting shy with bob floyd? thank youu ily <33

ahhh hi kait!!! thank you so much for the request!! i love bob sm and i loved writing this!! ily too, i'm so sorry this got away from me and is much longer than i wanted but i hope you like it! <33 (this is bob x fem!reader, i hope that's okay!)

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The clock on the wall reads six o’clock, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you know your favourite customers are about to come through the doors.

It’s almost like clockwork at this point; every Friday night after they’re done work for the week, a group of young aviators you’ve become very well acquainted with comes to the Hard Deck to relax, hang out, and get drunk. There’s quite a few of them, too; on days when they can all make it, they number thirteen–though their thirteenth member usually spends his time sitting at the bar and making moon eyes at Penny while she laughs at his terrible jokes. But they usually come in a group of six, sometimes eight, depending on deployments and detachments and things that they explained to you when you’d asked, once, back when you first met them.

The music from the jukebox, which you can vaguely recognize as Kenny Loggins, is playing through the Hard Deck, loud enough to enjoy but not so loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think, or hear anyone else who might try to talk to you. The Hard Deck is still pretty empty, just a few people sitting at the bar or having gotten drinks and taken them to a table.

However, when you hear the door open, you look over and you don’t see the normal group of aviators you’ve come to expect. No, the only person walking in is Lieutenant Robert Floyd, also known as Bob. He’s the sweetest and the quietest of the group, but one you’d find yourself looking out for, singling out among the group to talk to when you brought them drinks or when you spoke to them when they came over to the bar top. He was also pretty easy on the eyes, you’d be happy to admit, and today was no exception. He’s wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt, tighter than he normally wears, and tight jeans with some light brown leather boots. He’s got a baseball hat on his head, though he’s quick to take it off as he approaches where you’re standing behind the bar.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he greets you, ducking his head slightly. He’s always been polite, almost too polite, but it was endearing coming from him. You think so, anyway. His big, sweet-looking blue eyes shine behind his glasses, and you can’t help but lean forward on the bar towards him.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Floyd,” you greet him, and he ducks his head again. You look around, between the tables, the pool tables in the back, and the front door. It’s more than a little unusual to see him on his own; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him at the Hard Deck without at least two or three of the other aviators. “Is it just you tonight?”

“Oh, uh, no, everyone else is coming by later,” he explains, still clutching his baseball hat in one hand. He shrugs with one shoulder. “We were supposed to meet here at seven, but I didn’t get the message until I was already in the parking lot here. And with traffic, if I went back home and came back here I’d really just be driving for an hour, so…” His voice trails off, and he looks around. It’s unusually quiet for a Friday, even this early in the day, and there are only four or five other people besides you and Bob and Penny, who’s talking with someone else at the other end of the bar top. There’s plenty of open tables in the Hard Deck, and none of the pool tables are being used, but it wouldn’t be much fun for him to play by himself. So you decide to be bold.

“Well, there’s plenty of seats available at the bar, if you’d like some company while you wait.” You try to be as nonchalant as possible as you wait for his answer. His eyebrows raise and his mouth opens just a bit in surprise, but then he’s blinking and nodding his head.

“I’d like that very much, ma’am,” he says, nodding once again as he politely addresses you. It’s very sweet, but you put a hand on your hip and shake your head.

“You can call me by my name, if you’d like.”

“Only if you call me by mine.” You’re not expecting him to retort so quickly, but it’s definitely not unwelcome.

“Deal.” You smile at him as you grab a clean glass and start filling it up with his usual drink of choice, a club soda with lemonade. You slide it across the bar to him before starting a tab for him on the register behind the bartop. You also grab him a fresh plastic cup filled with peanuts, holding it out for him to take as well. A faint pink flush spreads over his cheeks as he takes that too, his hand brushing yours.

As your skin makes contact with his, you see the pink flush deepens into a rosy red colour, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. His glasses slip down his nose just a bit, and you feel yourself melt inside, just a bit, at how shy he is, and you just stand there and look at each other for a moment before laughter from behind you breaks the spell. Bob clears his throat, sitting down on the closest stool and putting his hat back on his head. He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose while you grab a cleaning rag and start wiping down the area around where he’s sitting. You start talking to him, asking about his day, and the two of you slip into conversation from there.

He’s so easy to talk to; he keeps his eyes on you the entire time you talk, nodding along and laughing at the appropriate times. Not fake laughs, either; his laugh is like a guffaw, which you hadn’t thought was real until you heard him laugh, and you love the sound of it. You find yourself confiding in him, telling him about your week, about the latest drama with your friends, about everything and nothing and anything in-between. You do get other customers who come up for drinks, and regulars who come by to say hello, and you serve them in between topics of conversation with Bob. He also tells you about his day, about the ups and downs of flying multi-million dollar planes, and about how if he has to do any more push-ups because of Hangman and Rooster’s eternal pissing contest, he’s gonna lose it (well, okay, those aren’t the exact words that Bob uses, but if he wasn’t so polite you’re sure he’d word it like that).

But before you know it, nearly an hour has gone by since Bob first walked into the Hard Deck and sat down with you. And while he’s watching you with a smile on his face, you know you’ve been going on and on for most of it. Which is a little embarrassing, but it was just so easy. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’ve been talking your ear off this whole time,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks warm at the thought. Hopefully you haven’t been boring him.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it.” Bob is quick to offer you reassurance, almost as if he can read your mind. He adjusts the hat on his head, and his fingers sweep some loose golden blond hair up under the navy cap. You can’t help but watch, wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks. You’d bet it is. “I like the sound of your voice. It’s nice to listen to.”

You’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or genuinely that kind. It might be a mix of both. But it gives you some relief, and the two of you chat for a few more minutes before you hear Penny call out a greeting from behind you. You look towards the door to see that the rest of Bob’s usual company is walking in now. As usual, Pete makes a beeline for the bar top to say hello and shamelessly flirt with his girlfriend, while the others go off to claim a pool table and some seats nearby.

Bradley looks in your direction, very noticeable in a bright green and yellow Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans, and then he nudges Natasha to look over at you as well. There’s a big grin growing from under his mustache and he does so, which isn’t too far from normal for him, but as he waves to you and Bob before grabbing a pool table, you can’t help but wonder if he’s behind the hour delay tonight. No, it couldn’t be. Bradley’s not sneaky enough to do anything like that.

But now that they’re here, you know that Bob is going to go and join them; that’s what he’s here for, after all, not to sit with you and let you talk his ear off all night. Not that you’d mind his company, though. You honestly would gladly give him this spot permanently, just to hear his laugh and see his pretty blue eyes behind the glasses that you were finding more and more attractive on him as the night progressed.

So you decide to do something bold, wanting to keep talking to him. You grab him a clean glass and, while he’s busy looking over and waving at the others, you grab a napkin and a pen from your apron to scrawl your name and number down. You fill the glass with club soda and lemonade, and place it in front of him with the napkin when he turns back around to look at you. He reaches into his pocket, presumably for his wallet, but you shake your head.

“Your drinks are on me tonight. As a thank you for being such good company,” you tell him, and once again his knuckles brush yours as he takes the drink and napkin from you. He thanks you, his voice soft, as he turns and heads over to where his friends and co-workers have gathered. He greets Natasha first, putting his drink down on the table she’s leaning against, and talking to her. Some of the others approach the bar top and you fetch them the drinks they request, making small talk for a few minutes before they head back towards the pool tables.

Bob and Natasha are still talking when you look back at them and he’s since grabbed a pool cue to play, but you see her look at his drink and the napkin you’d given Bob with it. She points at it, saying something you can’t hear. Bob walks back over to the table to look at it, while she takes his pool cue and starts playing against Jake.

You see Bob look down at the napkin, and then he’s pushing his glasses further up his nose and pinking it up to bring it closer to his face. Then he looks up and his big blue eyes meet yours from across the bar. He points at the napkin, and then at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s got a tightlipped, nervous smile on his face. You nod, and you can’t help the giggles that come out as his entire face lights up, his smile becoming more relaxed and you can see the pink flush that spreads across his cheeks under the warm orange glow coming in from the big windows in the back of the bar near the pool tables.

(And when you get a text message later on from an unknown number, one that identifies themselves as Lieutenant Robert Floyd who hopes he entered in the right number and is looking forward to speaking with you again, you can’t help but hope that next week the others get delayed as well)

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[thesightstoshowyou]

All Better

Bob Gray x F Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Noncon, daddy kink, breeding kink, medical terminology, clinic setting, blood, degradation, threats, creampie, stupid medical jokes

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Each day he’s in clinic, you print out the schedule for your physician. The schedule displays each patient he will see for the day, along with the type of appointment and duration.

Usually on the evening prior, you look ahead at the charts to see what the next day will bring, but yesterday’s shift had been hectic; last minute calls to schedule a blood transfusion, a STAT CT, coordinate a hospital admission. You hadn’t been given a chance to peek at the list until this morning.

A mistake.

The schedule sits innocuously on the counter, waiting for the physician, as always. You’re a competent nurse, after all.

Heart hammering in your chest, you stare at the last name on the list. God, of course, the one day you didn’t check ahead he had to show up....

Robert Gray - Physical - 60min

You’re not sure what it is about him. You can never put a finger on it, but there is something so incredibly wrong about Bob. His eyes, his grin, his speech, the way he walks.... Everything about him is wrong, rotten, vile.

You hear the heavy boot falls of Dr. Thompson as he stomps down the hall. Forcing a smile to your face, you stand, listening for any requests or orders he might have before you retrieve the first patient of the day. He scans the list, pausing at Bob’s name.

“What a way to end the day, huh?” he asks with a chuckle. You force a breathy laugh as Dr. Thompson moves away to his office. Swallowing thickly, your eyes close despairingly. Maybe you could go home sick....

It’s a whirlwind day. The third patient had required an ambulance to the hospital. The fifth needed several moles removed, all of which required sutures. An immediate MRI of the head and neck was needed for the sixth patient, a procedure which their insurance did not want to approve. DFA, nurse visit, pap smear, vaccinations, vaccinations, vaccinations. By the time 3:30 PM rolled around, you’d completely forgotten about Bob.

That is, until his name lit up in yellow on your computer screen, indicating he had checked in for his appointment.

Shit.

You glance around you, hoping to pass him off on someone else, but all your coworkers are with their own patients. You’ll have to be the one to room him.

Slowly, you stand and make your way out into the lobby. With each step, apprehension grows. Calm down, it’s just one weird guy, you can handle it.

“Bob?” you call. Immediately, you spot him across the room. His sky blue eyes are already trained on you, full lips curled up in a mischievous grin. They glisten under the fluorescents, like he’s been wetting them over and over.

Leisurely, he unfurls from his chair, standing to his impressive height and strolling across the lobby toward you. He walks with a limp...but maybe not. It’s so hard to tell with this way his gangly legs swing as he steps. Once again, he’s dressed like a man from another century; tweed slacks, suspenders, yellowing button down rolled up at the forearms, muddy dress shoes, hat clutched between spidery fingers.

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end the closer he gets, his eyes never leaving yours. You plaster a strained smile across your face as you greet him.

“How are you, Bob?” you ask, as pleasantly as you can manage, the cracking of your voice giving you away. Hastily, you lead him to the exam room. You hope to get this over with as quickly as you can.

“Well, well, old Mr. Gray has his favorite little nurse here to take care of him, so he’s good as new,” he replies in that strange, lilting voice. You see him leering out of the corner of your eye as you pull up his chart. Politely, you smile back, skin crawling frantically across your body.

“Anything in particular you want to talk to Dr. Thompson about?” you ask as you fill in your preliminary assessment. Bob tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking.

“You know, there is something, just a little something....” he replies cryptically, his voice a sing song. You frown, look up to meet his baby blues—

Gold?

Heart stuttering in your chest, you blink several times in an effort to clear your vision. Blue, his eyes are blue. You could have sworn they’d been gold a second ago—

“Little girl’s seeing things, wonderin’ if her minds playing tricks, tricks, tricks...” Bob murmurs, his long fingers twitching in his lap. A glob of drool spills past his bottom lip, dribbling down his chin to patter onto tweed.

“W-What...?” you stammer, your breath coming in quick, little gasps, the noisy whoosh of your blood rushing in your ears. You scoot back on your stool, intending to flee the room, maybe even call security, but Bob is faster.

Spidery fingers wrap around your face, covering your mouth and nose and muffling your panicked shriek. You hadn’t even seen him move. Your own hands fly to his wrist, desperately tugging and clawing to get away, but Bob doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even flinch when your nails carve bleeding lines down his forearm.

Your eyes grow wide and horrified when he laughs, his face splitting into a manic grin filled to the brim with too many dripping needle-teeth. Animal panic surges through your veins, dosing your quivering muscles with strength.

You push to your feet, twist, rip your face out of Bob’s iron grip and let loose a piercing scream. That’s it, someone will have heard, they’ll send help—

Bob stands with you, free hand gripping the back of your head. He shoves hard, bending you at the waist and smashing your face onto the exam table. The impact knocks the air from your lungs and you’re left stunned, jarred, mouth gaping uselessly.

Just as your chest expands, function returning to shocked muscles, air mercifully flowing to straining lungs, Bob slams a hand down next to your face. You startle, a pathetic half-cry leaving your lips as exam table paper crinkles and tears.

His hand…. His hand…!

Bob’s hand and fingers have changed, morphed. His skin has darkened, digits elongated, terrible black claws now where fingertips should be. Deep grooves in plastic follow the path of the talons until they’re ripped away, shredded table fabric left in their wake.

There’s pressure against your rear and back as Bob leans over you, slick lips finding your ear, hot breath ruffling your hair. You cough, gag at the scent; rotting meat and melting ice cream all at once.

You whimper, wriggle, thrash, but he has you pinned to the table with his body weight. Teary eyes raise to the exam room door. Any second someone will throw it open and save you….

Noisy cackling in your ear jars you, makes your ears ring. Against your cheek, you feel Bob’s head shake slowly side to side in a ‘No,’ like he can hear what you’re thinking.

“Just you and Bob now, sweet pet. You and Bob Gray. Look!” As he speaks, the door swings open seemingly on its own. Your eyes widen, terror and disbelief turning your blood to ice when all you find is darkness, a void beyond the doorway. There’s no sound, no keyboard taps or phones ringing or vitals machines beeping.

Nothing. No one.

The ‘whowhatwhenwherewhy,’ the impossibility, the utter terror of such an unbelievable situation all muddle together in your racing mind until there’s nothing but buzzing. Your fear-addled synapses can only comprehend one thing: You’re alone. There’s no one coming to help.

There’s no one but you and this Thing behind you.

A gleeful giggle, a tremulous, “Now you see!” renews your panic. But there’s no where to go, no budging under Bob’s unyielding grip on your hair.

He snuffles near your ear, through your sweaty locks, sticky drool smearing across your skin as he sucks in your scent. “Pretty girl, pretty fear. So tasty. And. Wet.” That final consonant is so sharp as it pops off his tongue you wince, feeling it deep in your gut. A short, deep rumble follows his words—a chuckle—and then he’s singing, “Time for your check up, little girl.”

You squeak when that clawed hand brushes your hip, slides down the front of your scrub pants. Feather light, Bob strokes the apex of your thighs, tips of sharpened digits catching on your underwear until you’re shuddering.

Thighs shaking, it takes tremendous willpower not to buck and twist away. You’re terrified he will dig into your most sensitive flesh should you move, so instead you still, fighting the gathering wetness and tempting heat.

Shaky breaths leave your parted lips. One such breath takes the form of a mewl, your stomach dropping in shame at the sound. You grit your teeth, your traitorous tongue determined to loose more with every stroke of clawed fingers.

Bob titters; it’s a pleased, teasing sound. “Shy toy, but Daddy knows, he knows….” As he speaks, his dress shoes wedge themselves between your ankles and push, shoving your legs farther apart.

A squeal tears from your throat when claws twist, grab hold of your clothing, rip and tear until you’re bare from the waist down, tattered scrubs pooling at your feet. Tears welling in your eyes you plead, “No, no, please, don’t—

“Scared of the doctor, little treat? Nooo, noo, gonna make you feel all better. I smell something, something, something that needs examined, hmm?” He ruts his hips against your ass and it is then—face paling, terror suffocating—you notice the hardened length in his trousers.

Bob presses his mouth to your cheek so hard you feel the sharp sting of shark teeth when they dig into your flesh. Voice biting, he asks, “Think it’s that filthy cunt between your legs?” Sobbing, you shake your head, stammered pleas and garbled nonsense spilling from your mouth. All your words are drowned out by Its deafening, maniacal laughter.

Suddenly, your head is released and you hastily shove away from the exam table, only for claws to dig sharply into your back to shove you down again. You cry out, arch away, little pinpoints of blood welling up under each digit and soaking into your scrub top. Behind you, Bob ‘tsks.’

“The snack will stay still unless it wants to see its spine.” Tearfully, you nod, stabbing agony in your back holding you in place.

A snap meets your ears, then another. Bob undoing his suspenders, you realize. Twisting your head, you watch as he rips open the button of his slacks, only to quickly look away again when his thick, pallid cock springs free.

“B-Bob—

You pleadingly choke on his name, but the talons rip free from your back to wrap around your throat. Hard flesh slides between your folds when Bob leans down over you again, chilly spit trickling down your neck as he murmurs, “Daddy. Say it.”

“I-I c-can’t—

“NOW.” Claws tighten, pricking the skin of your throat, more stinging pain.

“D-Daddy!”

“Good girllll.” Bob’s hips surge forward, a strangled scream ripping from your throat as he buries every inch of his girth in your cunt. Bob hums appreciatively when your muscles spasm. They squeeze on nothing as he leisurely pulls back out, only to slam home again.

Every thrust jars you, rocks the exam table under your white-knuckled fists until it squeaks. The claw around your neck keeps your bleeding back arched and pulls you into Bob’s hips as he pops his cock in and out of your leaking hole.

Leaking…. You shouldn’t be, but you are, juices spilling down your thighs and cunt squelching loudly with each vicious thrust. Your mouth betrays you too, each snap of hips met with high-pitched keens that force their way out of your constricted throat.

Bob grunts, pants, mutters directly in your ear, “Sick little meal, needed Daddy’s help, needed treatment, hm? Its meat is flavored now, succulent,” he inhales noisily, drags his tongue through the tears streaming down your cheek, “Ripe with fear. Should Daddy take a bite? Sink his teeth in deep? Sup on the little treat’s horror?” You sob and tremble, head shaking hastily from side to side.

“No? ‘No,’ it says? This filthy little slut wants Daddy to keep fucking it instead! To fill it with seed and breed it until all it knows is how to beg and cum and float, float, float!”

The last word like a trigger, you tense, eyes crossing, world whiting out. Slick insides clench and flutter around hard, heated flesh, desperate to milk every drop of the promised seed. The unbidden orgasm is made even worse when a whimpered, “Daddy…” leaves your tongue.

A patronizing chuckle sounds in your ear, followed by a low, inhuman rumble that sends your heart into a frenzy. Bob’s hips stutter and he snarls, “Take your medicine.” Warmth fills your guts, overflows, spills down your legs and drips onto linoleum.

Gasping, quivering, dazed, you flinch when the clawed hand on your throat moves to your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek, Bob nudges your temple with his nose. “Perfect toy,” he notes.

Without warning, he stands up straight and pulls away. No body weight to hold you to the table, your knees buckle and you crash to the floor in a puddle of spend and torn clothing.

Bob’s own clothes are righted, pants buttoned, suspenders back in place, scratches healed, hat clutched in two normal hands. No blackened digits, no claws. It’s as though nothing had changed at all.

Had it?

He crouches down before you and, fearfully, you meet his gaze. Blue eyes sparkling, buck-toothed grin stretching across his face, he holds out his hat. Bob’s movements are exaggerated as he reaches dramatically inside, like he’s performing a magic trick.

Slowly, he withdraws his hand. The stick of a lollipop is pinched between a long thumb and forefinger. Cherry flavored. You stare dumbly.

The wrapping crinkles, flutters to the floor as Bob peels it away. “Treat for a treat,” he states and pops it into your mouth.

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[sebsxphia]

this but with hangman, rooster or bob as dads 🥹

HAHAHAHAHA YES YES YES

you know they’re gonna be play fighting with them all the time !!! they’d carry them on their shoulders, simulating being in a plane and then crash land 🥹🥹🥹

thank you so so much for this dear anon omg!!! 💌 please always feel free to send more recs, they make me laugh sm!! 💖

#💌you’ve got mail #MWAH THANK U SM #i need children with these men #i’m so desperate #god when is it my turn #jake hangman seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #robert bob floyd x reader

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

got any new fics coming up? i love ur writing sm😭😭😭😭 also do yk where i can watch on the edge

im currently writing a robert fischer x secretary!reader smutfic! ur so kind thank u for reading🫶i watched on the edge on internet archive and downloaded a chrome extension for subtitles cus their irish accents were too strong LOL

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