#bob x brandy 🍂

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—𝐚 ’𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛: 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 

robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader (specifically dad!bob x f!reader)

wc: 827

warning(s): fem!reader, kids, one mention of bad home life 

part of the ‘fall’ series

a/n: been thinking about these two lately and missed writing for them so here’s a self indulgent little thing i wrote after some not so great family functions these past few days. 

Then: Age 10

Your cheeks, still sticky with dried tears, glistened in the glow of the fireplace. Your parents had yet another argument that left you in tears. Mr. Floyd was kind enough to pick you up from your house after overhearing your phone call with Bob. Once you got there, he had told you to stay put and you were beginning to grow impatient. 

If it weren’t for Amanda being put down for her nap, you would’ve already stormed upstairs to ask what was taking him so long. 

The pattering of Bob’s footsteps put on high alert as he waddled down the stairs. You could only see the top of his head over the stack of blankets and your brows quirk curiously. 

Bob drops the stack messily at your feet with a toothy grin on his face. “Help me get the chairs in the dining room.” 

“What? Why?” He had already walked off before the questions fell from your lips. “Bobby?” You whisper into the dimly lit dining room as you follow him. 

“We’re making a blanket fort,” he lets out excitedly. 

That pulls a smile to your face. You’ve never built a fort before but you have seen pictures in your Highlights magazine. You help Bob bring the chairs to the living room as quietly as possible, giggling every now and then when they would make a sound against the hardwood. 

“Now what?” You ask with your hands on your hips. 

Bob puts the chairs in formation as he directs you where to drape the blankets. When the fort is finally put together, you throw yourselves under the canopy. Soft giggles fill the night air as you and Bob lay on your backs in the fort, smiling ear to ear as you pretend to be pirates out at sea. 

“Does it even snow out in the ocean?” You turn to Bob with a frown. 

He rolls his eyes. “Just pretend, Brandy. It’s Christmas.” 

“Alright, alright. Sorry,” you apologize half heartedly. Though the smile on your face lingers at your best friend’s antics. 

Eventually, the night of make believe wears you down and you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep. 

“Brandy?” Bob’s groggy voice rings out. 

You hum from where you lay on your side. 

“Can we do this every year?” 

“We can do this forever,” you wistfully sigh. 

The two of you drift into a restful sleep then, filled with dreams of forever blanket forts and pirate ships. 

Now: 

“Okay, now get that corner and drape it over the other side of the chair. There we go. And secure it with your clip.” Bob instructs Tommy while you and Delilah fluff the pillows in the fort. 

You collapse with an overly dramatic sigh and your daughter follows your lead. 

Bob peaks his head from around the corner with an amused quirk of his lips. 

“What are the two of you sighing about in there?” 

You scrunch your nose with a grin as Delilah gives you a mischievous smile. 

“Daddy we’re so tired!” She drawls with a hand over her forehead. 

“Yeah, honey, you put us hard at work down here!” You mimic Delilah’s motions and she hides her giggles behind her hand. 

“You’re tired? Daddy and I did all the work!” Tommy pouts, coming around the other side of his father. “Right dad?” 

“That’s right, buddy.” Bob proudly grins at his son. 

The two disappear to give the fort one last look over while Delilah moves to snuggle in your lap. “Mommy, tell me the story of how you met daddy.” 

“Again?” You look down at your little girl with a small smile. She loved that story just as much as you did. Delilah absolutely idolized her father and loved hearing about what he was like before her and Tommy were born. “Oh, alright…” 

“Wait for us!” Tommy exclaims, running into the fort to sit beside Delilah. 

Bob follows suit, throwing himself across your laps. The two kids giggle at their father’s antics, while you playfully roll your eyes. Your hands immediately go to his hair that has grown out since his last deployment. He purrs into your touch making the kids laugh again. 

“Daddy and I met when we were little kids. Not as little as you guys. We were maybe just a bit older.” 

Two hours pass of you and Bob sharing stories from your childhood that make your children laugh until their stomachs hurt. Eventually, the two pass out from the excitement of the night and you and Bob tuck them into their makeshift beds. 

You stand at the entrance of the fort, watching as Bob places one last kiss on Delilah’s forehead. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face before coming over and wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his lips against the crown of your head. 

“I told you we’d be doing this forever,” you whisper into the crook of his neck. 

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—𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐖 (𝐓𝐕) 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

Rules: claim a speak now (taylor’s version) song for your fic pairings 💜

ty for the tag @joaquinwhorres !!

you already know i analyzed every song and couple to the smallest detail for this

Jake and Ace— “Timeless”

In a crowded room a few short years ago // And sometimes there's no proof, you just know // You're always gonna be mine // We're gonna be // I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray // We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made // And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless"

+ “Sparks Fly”

Get me with those green eyes, baby // As the lights go down // Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around // 'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

Bob and Brandy— “Mine”

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? // You put your arm around me for the first time // You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter //You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

Jake and Thumper— “When Emma Falls in Love”

Emma met a boy with eyes like a man // Turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand // Now he'll be her shelter when it rains // Little does he know, his whole world's about to change

no pressure tags (ignore me if you’ve done this alr)! @intrepidacious @bobfloydsbabe @blue-aconite @briseisgone @whisperofsong and anyone else who wants to do this!!

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Elle!! How are you? ☺️ hope you’re having an amazing day!!

Anyway!! I know Bob’s series happens in the fall and you’re planning Jake for winter but I saw this video and immediately thought that this looks like something Bob and Brandy would do 🥹 I can just imagine Tommy asking about each person who wrote one, and Delilah would be sitting on Bob’s lap and say every message out loud because she’s learning how to read and Bob would help her out with the hard words!!!

anna, i'm doing alright, thank you! i'll be honest, it has been a rough couple of days but this really brought a smile to my face! i hope you have also been doing well! although i’m not joking when i say this ask alone gave me the inspiration to write <3

this was absolutely adorable and now my heart aches for Christmas time with the Floyds! (okay i'm going to go into more detail in this below because i cannot stop thinking about it now)

Delilah, sweet baby girl, absolutely struggles with her 'L's. They end up coming out sounding like the letter 'w' instead and it is hilarious. She finds reading quite hard and gets a bit frustrated (especially when Tommy keeps on trying to correct her) but Bob is there to calm her down and help sound out each letter so she can complete the word.

Tommy, on the other hand, will not stop asking questions in between each ornament. From "Who's this?" to "Why did Aunt Delaney call you a grandpa?'" he needed to hear a story about each and every person who wrote on the ornament for you and Bob.

As all the ornaments get placed on the tree and the night winds down, the children still aren't ready to go to bed. Delilah and Tommy give you and Bob the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen (because those two know it's Bob's weakness) and the two of you finally give in.

Bob prepares four mugs of hot cocoa while you and the children get dressed for bed. When everyone's all ready, the four of you snuggle on the couch under the big quilt Bob's mother knit you both as a marriage present. With cups of cocoa in hand, you and Bob recount every story you can remember that your children ask.

The night is filled with giggles and reminiscing until the two kids finally settle down and fall asleep between you and Bob. You tuck the children in bed before cuddling with Bob in your own. Bob holds you against his chest as you share sweet kisses and even more memories from your past.

"I think we should do this every year," Bob whispers into your hair.

With a soft kiss beneath his jaw, you nod. "I think so too."

That's how the ornaments and cocoa night tradition was born in the Floyd household.

ps: you have no idea how desperately i wanted to write what each of the Dagger Squad members + Delaney and Amanda would have wrote on their ornaments

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bc i’m the most insufferable person alive… for your character analysis (dis)pleasure:

Bob x Brandy:

-seven, my tears ricochet, last kiss, COME BACK… BE HERE, invisible string, paper rings, mine, high infidelity, i wish you would, fearless, champagne problems, YOU ARE IN LOVE, coded couple

- SHE was sunshine, he was midnight rain, SHE wanted it comfortable, he wanted that pain

- my tears ricochet gf 👉🏼 gold rush bf

Hangman x Thumper

- sweet nothing, i think he knows, jump then fall, HOW YOU GET THE GIRL, ivy, delicate, TREACHEROUS, glitch coded couple

- HE was sunshine she was midnight rain, HE wanted it comfortable she wanted that pain (but it really could go both ways)

- the archer gf 👉🏼 mirrorball bf

…do with that what you will :)

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I know I already left a comment on your epiologue but Fall is by far one of the best Bob fics I’ve ever read! You wrote it so vividly that just imagining all the fall images and how Bob and Brandy’s story evolved really makes it such a comfort series!

I honestly can’t wait for more fics of Bob and Brandy 😭💗

Aww, you’re so sweet, thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading <3

Same! There are definitely a lot of thoughts and ‘deleted scenes’ I have of Bob and Brandy that I plan on exploring more.

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And I could read about Bob and Brandy forever 🥹 this was beautiful, B!!! Sometimes, when home doesn’t feel like home, we find it in other places…or people ✨ I’m always here for you, Elle! I love you and giving you the biggest Bob-and-Brandy bear hug ever 💗

—𝐚 ’𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛: 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 

robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader (specifically dad!bob x f!reader)

wc: 827

warning(s): fem!reader, kids, one mention of bad home life 

part of the ‘fall’ series

a/n: been thinking about these two lately and missed writing for them so here’s a self indulgent little thing i wrote after some not so great family functions these past few days. 

Then: Age 10

Your cheeks, still sticky with dried tears, glistened in the glow of the fireplace. Your parents had yet another argument that left you in tears. Mr. Floyd was kind enough to pick you up from your house after overhearing your phone call with Bob. Once you got there, he had told you to stay put and you were beginning to grow impatient. 

If it weren’t for Amanda being put down for her nap, you would’ve already stormed upstairs to ask what was taking him so long. 

The pattering of Bob’s footsteps put on high alert as he waddled down the stairs. You could only see the top of his head over the stack of blankets and your brows quirk curiously. 

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