#Robert doob imagine

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @alicedoestheinternet, @onedirectionlovers2014

song that inspired this Unhealthy obsession by the Blake Robinson synthetic orchestra

warnings: stalking, swearing, smoking, drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: yes Ik he’s a creep. An asshole. The fucking scum of the earth. But kiefer…anyway…I’ve had a thought about this for a while so I’m gonna write it. It’s dark. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Simple as that. Otherwise here you go and I tried my best.

“wait here. Let me grab your tip.” I said as Robert put the groceries on the table. He rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets. I caught him looking out my screen door while he waited.

“nice garden you got there.” He said loudly, trying to fill the silence. “Pumpkins are doing better this year.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s being done different but I mean I’m not going to complain.” I laughed as I came back with the money. “Here. And don’t you dare tell me it’s too much Robert.” He frowned at the money in his hand before looking back at me.

“Sometimes I don’t know what I did to deserve a client like you.” Robert said. He smiled at me and turned to leave. “See you next week.” I waved as he got into his truck and drove off. I glanced at the clock and hummed as I put away the groceries.

“two more hours and he’ll be headed home.” I mused to myself. My black cat came up and wove through my legs as I sorted through the different snacks I had ordered. “What do you say doc? Leave early to follow him home or wait for him there?” Doc mewled and headed over to his car tower. “Yeah. Wait for him there sounds like a good idea.” I preoccupied myself for an hour before grabbing my keys and leaving. I pulled up across the street from his apartment and waited. Robert arrived home on time and I watched as he got out of the truck. A bus went by and I lost him. “Dammit!” I hit my wheel and got out of my car. I walked down the street and headed into the ice cream store, failing to see Robert standing on the corner smoking and already eating ice cream. I waited ten minutes before getting in my car and heading home.

the next week I kept tailing Robert and trying to get a better handle on his routine. Every week he’d come and deliver my groceries. I’d tip him a crazy amount, he’d try to give it back and then would leave when I wouldn’t back down. On one trip, I realized that the man I had become infatuated with also had a small…problem…of his own. When the police picked him up at work, I had flattened myself against the wall across the street.

“fuck.” I whispered as I watched the police handcuff him and lead him to a police car. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” There was no way for me to get back to my car without being seen by the police or Robert. “Robert what did you get yourself into.” I whined as I looked up and saw a fire escape. I climbed up onto it and ended up dropping down not far from my car. As I tried to nonchalantly walk to it, I caught roberts eye as they patted him down. My eyes went wide, wondering if I had been caught. He gave me a sad smile as he was forced into the car and I watched as they drove away. Robert looked at me through the back window until they turned the corner. That night, I recorded the news of his arrest. and it seemed like I wasn’t the only one who was going to be doing it if the news of what he did was true. My phone rang and I got up to answer it.

“hello?” I said, twirling the cord around my finger.

“(Y/N)?” I nearly dropped the phone when I heard roberts voice. “You there?”

“yeah. I’m here robert. What the fuck? Why are you calling me? Call a fucking lawyer.” I cried. Robert laughed and I could hear shuffling on his end.

“I uh…I can’t afford a lawyer. Your tips are what’s helping me make rent every month.” He admitted. I sighed and glanced over at the address book sitting on my kitchen table. “I’m not getting bail. I just uh…I actually don’t know why I called you. I guess I just wanted a familiar voice.”

“Robert, im gonna get you a lawyer. Don’t you dare talk to anyone about anything.” I said, grabbing my book and flipping through it.

“(Y/N)…I couldn’t ask you to…” Robert tried. I cut him off.

“you’re not asking. I want to.” I said. Robert sighed and I knew he was in agreement. “Robert…” I started, nerves getting the better of me.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice wavering slightly.

“did you do it?” I asked softly. Robert sighed and I could tell he was nervous.

“you said not to say anything to anyone.” He said instead. I let my head fall against the wall, realizing just what I had gotten myself into stalking this man.

“fuck.” I whispered. “Robert…” he laughed on the other end.

“thank you. For everything.” He said before the line cut. I stood there with my head against the wall and phone pressed against my ear for a little while longer. In my time stalking him, I had never seen him go near that house. I’d never seen him deviate from his routine. So when the fuck had he gone to do this? Sighing, I straightened up and called my lawyer for him.

“For fucks sake (Y/N). You got it bad for this guy if you’re willing to hire him a lawyer.” Stacey laughed. I rolled my eyes.

“you gonna do it or not stace?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter how bad I have it for this man. He needs a lawyer and he can’t afford one. You know he’s dead if he gets a public defender.” Stacey sighed.

“yeah. I know. I’ll take it. But you owe me. Big time.” Stacey said. “Now I know you know this information, for one reason or another. What’s his address…” Stacey started asking questions about Robert and his life. “(Y/N), I know this has no bearing on the case but…” I sighed and nodded even if she couldn’t see me.

“no. I never saw him…I’ve never been to…” I stuttered out. Stacey knew about my tendencies and didn’t judge but that also meant I couldn’t flat out say anything without it being an admission of guilt. “But stacey…I work…he…he delivers to other people and I don’t…I don’t know who they are.”

“it’s ok (Y/N).” Stacey assured me. “Like I said, it has no bearing on the case from my standpoint. None of this is admissible. I just wanted to know…” I sighed. “I’m going to head over to the jail now and talk to the family’s lawyer.”

“thank you Stacey.” I breathed out and hung up. Grabbing my coat, I paused. Where was I going? It wasn’t like I could see him anyway. Putting the coat back, I waited. A few days later, Stacey called me to inform me that the courtroom would be open. Anyone could attend. So I went. I sat in the back so the only person who would realistically see me was Robert or Stacey. I let out a sigh of relief as the case as dismissed but quickly jumped up when Robert walked past the parents of the girl that was killed.

“S-s-sorry.” Robert said, laughing as they pulled him away. The father tackled him and Robert put his hands up to defend himself. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened my eyes, Robert was walking past. “Thanks for everything sweetheart.” He smirked and winked at me as he was led away.

“you ok?” Stacey asked as she walked by. We both watched the parents argue with the police officer and the prosecuting attorney. I nodded.

“I was until he admitted his guilt.” I whispered. Stacey smiled at me.

“inadmissible.” She said. “And now it’s double jeopardy.” I nodded, still watching the parents. “They can’t get him on this one again. He’s going to be ok.” I nodded again.

“I know that.” I said, finally looking at Stacey.

“does it change things?” She asked as we started walking out. I shrugged.

“I’m stalking him.” I muttered, eyes darting around at the security and police officers. “He’s a rapist. And murderer. Fucked up pair we make don’t we?” I laughed humorlessly.

“you two do make a cute pair. And there’s no evidence he is either of those things.” Stacey winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

“I gotta go stace.” I said, hugging her. She gave me a knowing smile and left me to my own devices. I drove home and frowned at the strange car parked in front of my house. Gasping, I caught sight of Robert pissing in my pumpkin patch. He looked around before heading back to his car and driving off. I decided to follow him back to his apartment. Getting out of my car, I hit the hood when I lost him. A hand clapped over my mouth and someone pulled me into the alleyway behind where I parked. “Get off me you prick!” I gasped when the hand was removed. I broke away from the person and turned around to see Robert standing there, shirt tucked into his pocket and wife beater on full display. My eyes roamed over his chest as I gulped. “Oh. It’s just you.” Robert waved at me and smiled.

“just me.” He said. He took a step closer and when I didn’t move away, he closed the distance. “And here I thought that bitch of a mother was tailing me. Imagine my surprise when my next victim turns out to be the one following me all over town.” I frowned as I looked at him.

“your next…” I blinked at him and started laughing. “Oh my god. Robert…I…my plan…originally…” Robert looked at me with a raised eyebrow as I tried to get my laughter under control. “I’ve been stalking you since you started delivering my groceries! I’ve been trying to find a way to get into your apartment and basically tie you up and have my way with you!” Robert chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Well aren’t we two peas in a pod?” He chuckled. “I suppose I have you to thank for that walkie talkie under my bed?” I nodded. “You enjoy the shows sweets?” Blushing, I nodded again.

“guilty as charged.” I shrugged. “I also am why your spare key went missing.” Robert nodded.

“so many things are clicking into place now.” Robert said as he steered us across the street to his building. “Ain’t no backing out now darling.” He said, unlocking the door to his apartment and ushering me in. Once I was through, he pinned me to the door. His arms framed my head and I snaked my arms around his neck.

“who said I wanted to?” I breathed out before pulling him towards me into a kiss. Robert moaned into the kiss and pushed his body against mine. The combined weight made the door groan. I moaned as he moved to bite along my neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. Robert growled and pushed his groin against mine, the door creaking behind me again. “Robert…the door…gonna…give.” I breathed out. Robert grabbed my legs and forced them around his waist, picking me up and carrying me effortlessly towards his bed. “Oh fuck.” I moaned as he bit the flesh between my neck and shoulder.

“you’re allowed to be loud.” He whispered in my ear. “Fuck the neighbors and fuck me if it isn’t hot if you struggle.” I tugged on his hair and smiled at the moan that left his lips.

“maybe next time baby. But right now…” Robert tossed me on the bed and I immediately grabbed for his belt buckle. “Fuck me.” He growled and pinned me down to the bed. I continued to work on the belt and his pants as he rid me of my shirt. We got tangled up a bit before robert pinned my arms to the bed. He growled at me and I gazed up at him, letting him undress me. “God you’re perfect.” When I was stripped, I reached for his wife beater and pulled it off.

“fuck me.” I moaned as I looked him over. Robert kicked off his pants and smiled wickedly down at me.

“I plan to.” He teased as he laid down on top of me, hiking my legs up around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting my lip as I waited for Robert to do something. “There’s only one version of me you get like this. If that isn’t…” I leaned up to kiss him, shutting him up. Robert stared at me as I laid back. “Alright then.” Robert snapped his hips against mine and entered me. I cried out as he started to thrust into me.

“fuck.” I breathed out. “You weren’t kidding.” Robert buried his head in my shoulder and bit me. Reaching up, he pulled my arms off him and pinned them to the bed with one hand. I whimpered as he sat back.

“pretty little thing. Look good below me. Where you belong.” He panted as he took me in. “Bouncing on my cock. Good little thing.” My eyes closed and I let my head fall back as Robert continued to pound into me. “Look better with my hand around your throat. Would look real good with your mouth around my dick.” My head snapped up as Robert wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed. “Look real good.” Robert smiled down at me and I gasped as his grip tightened.

“Robert.” I moaned. “Please.” Sweat dripped down his face and his eyes had taken on a wild look, driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Please Robert.”

“that’s right. Beg. Beg me.” He leaned in close, tightening his grip on my throat until it was hard to breathe. He let up a little when I took a short breath that turned into a gasp. “Only I can give you what you want. What you need.” Robert leaned down and kissed me roughly. I whimpered as he tightened his grip on my wrists, making me struggle in his grip slightly. The need to touch him was growing the longer he dragged out his thrusts.

“Robert. Oh god please. Robert. I need it.” I begged. Robert smiled at me and trailed his nose along my jaw. “Please. I need you to give it to me. Only you…” I screamed as Robert hiked my leg up his waist further. “Only you can give it to me. Please. Robert, give it to me.” He bit my ear and sucked a hickey on my neck as I started to buck in his hold. Robert chuckled darkly and kissed me again. I released slightly as he snapped his hips against mine.

“then take it.” He growled, biting my bottom lip. “Take it you whore.” I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me. Robert groaned but kept fucking me through it. Even though I was becoming overstimulated, I kept bucking against him. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Robert yelled as he came. He laid on top of me as we panted, trying to get our breath back. I nuzzled into Robert’s neck as he released my hands. “So that’s what it’s like. Not killing someone to get off.” I hummed as I ran my fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

“that’s what it’s like to have what you’ve wanted for a long time.” I countered. Robert pulled back to look at me.

“I’d ask if you’re alright but…” I smiled at him and ran my hand down to his chest. Tangling my fingers through his chest hair, I bit my lip. Robert watched me as I gently scratched him. “I think you’re as fucked up as I am.”

“I think you’re right.” I responded. “You got a problem with that?” Robert shook his head as he leaned down to kiss me.

“I won’t stop if you won’t.” He smirked at me. Using my position with my legs around his waist, I managed to take him by surprise and flip us over. Robert gazed up at me as he put his hands on my hips. “Maybe next time.” His eyes roamed over me as he tugged me down to lay on top of him. “Maybe next time.”

[twoinchreview]

1985 Albums

Friday 20th March 2020.

On the way home from work (for the last time in a while I think, thanks Covid-19) Radio 2 played The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys. I loved and love that song from their album, This is the Sea. I knew the album was released in 1985. It’s a year I won’t forget in a hurry for lots of reasons; the main, unbearably sad one is losing my mum, but, also, for other reasons that were not at all sad. The aforementioned album being one, another being another album - Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love. (Another was Knebworth opening its gates to music for the first time in a few years….what a gig that was!) So, did I listen to any other albums that year? I seriously couldn’t tell you, for certain, the name of any other album released in that year….with aging memory it seems to me my turntable’s time was equally divided by Mike Scott and Kate - six months apiece. I decided to check it out. A quick search on Google and the first hit I clicked was this one from the NME that lists 50 albums.

I decided to listen to each in turn, from its count of 50 down to 1. I posted a one line review on each on FB. Here are those one-liners below, with supplementary comments as and when.

50.  ABC, How to be a Zillionaire. I didn't learn that actual trick but I did learn to love Martin Fry's delivery once again.

49.  Sade, Promise. Smoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth.

48.  Sheila E – Romance 1600. One I missed posting about of FB, probably because it was that forgettable. I can’t remember one track from it and it was only a couple of weeks ago!

47.  Alex Chilton, Feudalist Tarts. Who knew? Seriously never heard of him before!

46.  George Clinton, Some of My Best Jokes Are Friends. Funky. Another new one on me.

45. The Replacements, Tim. Never heard or heard of them b4 today. Shan't bother again!

44.  Run DMC, King of Rock. Dunno why I like this album, just do. It's like that and that's the way it is.

43.  Cameo, Single Life. I've already forgotten about it.

42.  New Order, Low Life. The first album on NME's 1985 list that properly rocks all thru. 

It’s a proper ‘of its time’ album and yet timeless. This gets the bold review ‘cos I would definitely take time out to listen to this again. First one of the NME list!

41.  Robert Wyatt, Old Rottenhat. Out there. A defo doob album.

40.  The Style Council, Our Favourite Shop. I recall this album & it's better than it was.  Weller has a voice that sometimes sounds like it’s going to break at the sterner test but then he carries it off. It adds to the originality.

39.  Sonic Youth, Bad Moon Rising. Proper industrial punk. I like it.

38.  Dexys Midnight Runners, Don't Stand Me Down. Not one track had I heard before. Fab.

I really enjoyed this. I like the fact it’s a real deviation from what I remember Dexys for - all denim and oddly-antifashion fashionable. This album showed real confidence in their own ability, quite rightly.

37.  Husker Du, New Day Rising. 'Salright.

36.  Bobby Womack, So Many Rivers. “Let Me Kiss You Where It Hurts.” 😂😂😂 Yep - the only thing I wanted to post about this album, having listened to it (like so many others, for the first time) was the name of one track which still, as I type, makes be chuckle like a school boy. Sorry Bobby.

35.  The Fall, This Nation's Saving Grace. I never really got The Fall. This album doesn't help. This post on FB attracted some comment - Ralph White (fellow Posh and music fan) was, I sensed, a little perplexed at my opinion. But, I can’t lie, the band, and Mark E Smith, just didn’t, and still don’t, do it for me. I’m too old and long in the tooth to persist. Sorry Ralph.

34.  Propaganda, A secret Wish. If you had to guess the time of this album's release from its sound, it couldn't be anything other than slap bang middle of the 80s. I mean it is sooooo eighties. It’s the sort of record that will be used for educational purposes - in history lessons.

33. Scritti Politti, Cupid & Psyche 85. I feel I should be more impressed than I am.

32.  The Pogues, Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. What an album, what a fucking album.

I listened to this while out walking and it really took me by surprise just how much I enjoyed it. Of course, I’d heard a lot of the songs before but, as a collection, along with the tracks new to me, it really stands out.  

31.  The Cure, Head on the Door. The Cure does easy listening.

30.  The Cult, Love. What's there not to love? No sudden death, just love.

Contains one of my favourite all time tracks. Can you guess?

29.  Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Firstborn is Dead. Interesting. Definitely a band you have to be in the right mood before the needle hits the record.

28.  David Sylvian, Alchemy: An Index Of Possibilities. Music to have acupuncture to.

By that, I mean it was very, very, very Japanese-y.

27.  Suzanne Vega, Suzanne Vega. Singer song writing by numbers.

To be perfectly blunt, I found it boring.

26.  The Smiths, Meat is Murder. The Smiths are an enigma to me. Good music, good musicians but, that condescension. Morrissey, Geldof, Thunberg....peas in a high & mighty pod.

All that being said a few days ago now, I’m sure I’ll listen to this (and maybe other a records of theirs) again. I fucking hate that it was that good.

25.  Bryan Ferry, Boys and Girls. Slick as you like. Is he the coolest man in music? I think he is.

24.  10000 Maniacs, The Wishing Chair. I can take this or leave it. When I posted this on FB there were a couple of posters encouraging me to try In My Tribe - it’s on as I type and it’s a little better.

23.  Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston. I like this debut album. What a voice she had!

22.  A-Ha, Hunting High and Low. Not bad song writing in a second language.

Nice enough album...but this band will always just be ‘nice’ and, memorable for a video, not much else. 

21.  Grace Jones, Slave to the Rhythm. A mess of an album.

Worst one on the list so far even if it has got David Gilmour playing on it.

20.  Simple Minds, Once Upon a Time. I always felt, & feel, this band are wannabes to U2's crown. Nice enough album though.

19.  The Colourfield, Virgins and Philistines. A gem of an album. 

Terry Hall reminds me of Bowie. So talented, so prolific.

18.  Everything but the Girl, Love not Money. Pleasant enough but won't be on repeat. 

17. Loose Ends, So Where Are You? Hmmmm, not quite Color Me Badd. Very Delia Smith. The Delia Smith comment was because I found this album was an embarrassment much like Delia that fateful night at Carrow Road. If you don’t know to what I am referring, Google it.

16. Killing Joke, Night Time. Great album, cracking band.

15. Tears for Fears, Songs from the Big Chair. A big collection of comfortably accomplished songs. 

The first album on the list I had definitely played, in its entirety, before...just not in 1985. 

14. Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms. By no means their best. Tbf, you’d have to go some to best a debut or 3rd or 4th albums of the quality Dire Straits had under their belt. And, a side note, I think probably the best name for a band, ever. 

13. The Sisters of Mercy, First and Last and Always. A moody, gothic masterpiece. I reckon the growling vocals are the stuff of genius and nightmares.  12.  Prince, Around the World In A Day. Prince is brilliant, this album isn't. Like a few on this list, the decade’s half-way point didn’t see his finest hour.

11. Felt, Ignite the Seven Canons. I've never heard of this band before, nor heard a single track from this album, until now. I like them, I like it.

And I reached the Top Ten....I found myself really looking forward to the next 6-7 hours of the supposed mid-80s finest.... 

10. The Jesus and The Mary Chain, Psychocandy. Mentally sweet. 

It is a great album by a seminal band but I didn’t really get on the band wagon back then, and I don’t have the time nor the inclination to now. That’s gonna piss some people off, I’m sure! 9. Microdisney, The Clock Comes Down The Stairs. Never heard of them before, probably never listen to them again.

This album left me feeling nothing. It’s the most nondescript one of the list thus far and I doubt that will change.

8. REM, Fables of Reconstruction. This band were good before they got massive. 

Fucking brilliant. I had never listened to this album before and it’s such a precursor - we all know how massive they became and one or two of their later albums were residence, for a time, in my CD player. I reckon this one could become a real favourite of mine. Not just of REM stuff but in general.

7.  Lloyd Cole & The Commotions, Easy Pieces. Easy listening and first rate easy listening, at that. 

‘Brand New Friend’ is the stand out track.   

6.  Prefab Sprout, Steve McQueen. I don’t switch the radio off if this band are played, but I never play them. This album doesn’t alter that.

5. Madness, Mad not Mad. Who'd thought the stalwart rude boys would be so innovative? Another cracker from this list. It really stood out for me, they way the band changed things up a notch with this record. I can imagine some long-time fans would have baulked at this at the time of release but now, 35 years on, it smacks of progression. I’ve just asked Alexa to play it as I’m typing. 

4.  Talking Heads, Little Creatures. A wonderful, totally original band and album. This album reminded me that I do not spend enough time listening to Talking Heads. 

3. The Waterboys, This Is the Sea. Marvellous. This is an album I know and love. So, here it is, one of the aforementioned two. It’s is still one of my favourite albums, definitely, but, just a little bit, the metaphors grate - there’s enough of the fuckers on this album - the sea, the moon, the spirit. But I will always love this album and I will revisit many more times, I wager (and hope).

2. Tom Waits, Rain Dogs. Not really a musical masterpiece, more a lyrical one.

I found this a unusual choice for number 2. That’s subjectivity for you, I’d have picked many others before this one for the runner’s up slot.

1. Kate Bush, Hounds of Love. One of my favourite ever albums. The best of 1985, maybe of the 80s, very close to of all time. It’s number 1 for the NME and it most certainly is for me.

So, I listened to all of these NME listed albums in turn and it was, in the main, an enjoyable musical journey

And I reminded myself that, in 1985, I did indeed only put two albums, that first saw the light of day in that year, on my turntable (Kate Bush and The Waterboys). Any other releases didn't get a look in.