#bobby always the one flirting and never knows what to do when someone starts flirting with him

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Some days prior to the Poughkeepsie Regatta, a few of the boys decided to make an impromptu visit to Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s mansion, conveniently located on the river. They had been hoping to meet the President, but were instead eagerly ushered in by a young man about their age. He introduced himself as Franklin Roosevelt Jr., insisting they call him Frank.

Frank rowed on Harvard’s JV team, but had just returned from Connecticut where they lost in their annual race against Yale.

“He ushered them into the president's library and sat them down and began talking rapidly about rowing and about coaches. As he talked, the boys gaped at the room.”

While the boys gaped at the room, looking around at all the books and knick knacks and such, I bet Bobby was gaping at Frank like I mean come on, just look at him—

And Bobby suddenly finds himself very flustered because this very hot, 6’ 4” man who happens to be the President’s son is openly flirting with him. Frank’s so charismatic and charming that Bobby can’t help but get all shy and bashful because how often does someone show such blatant interest in him. And Frank is leaning into his space a little as he asks more about Bobby’s personal life, and his eyes light up and then very quickly darken when Bobby mentions wanting to attend law school.

And Don is Not a Fan™️ like he’s suddenly bottling up all of this intense amount of jealousy because how dare this man touch Bobby’s arm like that. But he can’t do anything about it because he hasn’t worked up the nerve to talk to Bobby about his feelings yet, so he’s forced to watch Frank and his bedroom eyes subtly try to coax the coxswain to go somewhere private.

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

DATING SAM WINCHESTER HEADCANONS

Sam is a complete gentleman. Once you capture his attention, it will be completely fixed on you and he will never even look around at any woman other than you.

That being said, getting his attention is very difficult. He was polite and kind to everyone, so you thought that he didn't want you particularly.

But he did. He liked you more than anyone else, and soon, asked you out.

Sam is the sweetest boyfriend, he'll try his best to know what you like and don't like so that he can make sure that he never makes you uncomfortable.

Hugs and cuddles. He loves it when you keep your head on his shoulder while he's doing research or reading a book. He pretends like he doesn't need affection but deep down, you know he does.

Everyone around Sam treats him like he's a baby, so in the beginning, when you had done that too, Sam had got angry. Very angry.

But as time passed, you saw how talented and capable Sam is, and learned to not underestimate him. Sam fell a bit more in love with you because of that.

Sam is constantly worried about others, including Dean and Bobby, looking at him like he was a freak, like he was inhuman. But you never looked at him like that. For you, he was just Sam. Your Sam.

He takes great pride in the fact that he's tall, and teases you about your height more often than not. You try to tease him back and it eventually ends up in a makeout session.

Sam treats you with great care, but he doesn't underestimate you. He loves and cherishes you while being aware of how strong you are.

He will always make sure that you get enough rest and food. If you're ever upset, he'll try to talk to you and coax the problem out of you. In the sweetest, gentlest way possible.

Whenever he and Dean argue, he always comes to you and talks to you about how he disagrees with most of his family values, and you listen to him patiently, just glad that he doesn't shut himself off like his brother and actually talks about his feelings.

Sam's love language is words of affirmation. He needs to be told how good and kind he is, relying on healthy communication more than anything else. In return, he constantly praises you, showering you with love and appreciation.

Contrary to what most people might believe, Sam is not a boring person. He has different ideas of fun, and though he's not the most joyous or exuberant person around, he's fun to be with. He will make sure that you never get bored in his presence.

That being said, he does get insecure that you might leave him for someone better, someone louder, more enthusiastic, but you convince him with both words and actions that he's the one for you, and you wouldn't even think of leaving him.

He's not the only one who gets insecure, though. Being extraordinarily handsome and cute, many girls and even a couple of guys flirt with him on multiple occasions, even when you're right beside him.

But Sam makes sure to let the world know that he's yours. Many times, to get the point across, he'll kiss you in front of the lot to let them know that you're together.

Sam wants to quit hunting and start a family with you, a quiet, white-fence life, and since it's with him, so do you.

You and Sam are endgame, and both of you are going to make sure that you two stay with each other, forever.

[sensei-venus]

anyway I might be a masochist or a straight up wh*re but I can’t get the thought of og cobras with a chubby!reader out of my head and teasing her in school, staring at her, flipping her skirt up (Dutch would do it all the time imho) and telling her how hot she is, how that outfit looks so good on her, etc and she’s thinking that they’re just being dicks to her because she’s chubby and then one day she just has enough of it and confronts them and tells them to stop being dicks and they’re just like oops-

because I 100% agree that those boys are giant himbos so they were being genuine and flirting and teasing her because they like her and think she’s hot and they don’t realize that she thinks they’re being mean to her and they’re like “oh my god no-“

and yeah it ends up in a giant orgy of them showing her that they’re actually serious 🤤

No! I definitely get this and I love it. Honestly I love the trope where the more “bad guy character/s” pick on their crush but it's actually because their kinda stupid to the fact what they are doing can be seen as mean.

Half of them just think they are giving her compliments. And when she gets upset or mad they think she's trying to play with them, trying to play hard to get.

Bobby and Jimmy always give her straight-up nice compliments, like how her new hair style is cute or how pretty she is. They always take notice of her looks or how she's acting. Both of them are the first to know of she is doing something new with her make up or skin routine. Both of them are just overly sweet to her even if the other guys aren't.

Johnny and Tommy are the ones glaring her down from afar. They both talk about how hot she looks and how sexy she is. They don't go to overboard with the comments but they can't help but admit how attractive she is. As long as Dutch isn't around it's pretty tame conversations.

The minute Dutch is around, oh no because this guy can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him. He's always spewing something and he has no filter on his thoughts either. Everything always gets nasty when he's around and talking. All the bous could be sitting around and talking a out the pure thing they know about Reader, but then he opens his mouth.

Dutch is the starter if jerk circles and he knows it. It's all his fault and he's happy about it.

Besides Bobby, Johnny is actually one of the sweetest in the group. He's the first one to say something to her when they are all around. Yes his comments may be....a tad bit gross or borderline inappropriate but he's trying to be nice. He just doesn't seem to get that you can't say “Wow your tits look great stuffed into that shirt babe.” to someone and they automatically think you're a great guy.

Insert Johnny getting backhanded multiple times but never dodging. All the other cobras won't admit it but they think it's hot to see her get so mad.

Dutch definitely flips her skirts and dresses like a lot but never in front of too many people. Dude gets off on panty shots way to much. Of course the other boys don't mind it either. They all end up popping boners a lot because of Dutch’s gross stupidity.

They don't really understand until one day it goes a bit too far.

Dutch tries to pinch her hip to get her skirt to ride up just a little because he wants to get a good look at her thick thighs. They're so soft and pillowy. But her on accident actually snap her painted which makes her yelp and shoot up with a huge blush on her face while trying to hold her skirt down. She turns around and tells them off for once, not carrying about her normal shyness. She calls them assholes and morons and that she's tired of their bullying. They kinda scratch their heads at this because, like, their not bullying her? They wouldn't be complaining her left and right and trying to see up her skirt if they didn't actually like her.

At that moment they start to put together the pieces and realize the mistake. She actually thought they were picking on her and trying to make her into a joke.

After the incident they try to think of a way to get her to see they actually meant all of the nice things they said to her.

Which ends up being them inviting them over to Bobby’s, where they spoil her for the night with food and a movie. This ultimately ends with them in Bobby’s decked-out basement having a huge orgy. Jerking each other off before fucking the chubby girl. Taking turns using all her holes, and after a while, she gives them up. They switch from her mouth to her pussy to anything else she wants. It's pure bliss all night long.

And after the night is done, Reader fully understands that her new group of boyfriends isn't that bad. Their just stupid, aggressive himbos. But she wouldn't trade them for anything after finding out the truth, and giving them a lesson.

[envythemouse]

All-time Sam/Dean recs

Plotty:

Intertextuality by doctor__idiot

Summary: It starts out as a joke. Sam has no other excuse than boredom. And maybe a little pettiness.

Envy’s notes: Sam gets annoyed when Dean keeps trying to flirt with girls they come across. The solution? Flirt with Dean himself.

Another Go Round by KassandraScarlett

Summary: Someone sends Dean back to 2009, with a mission: change the past, change the present, so the apocalypse never happens.

Dean leaves behind a Croatoan-ridden world, only to stumble into the one person he's always loved more than anything else.

Or:

Zachariah doesn't send Dean to 2014. Instead, Chuck sends the Dean of the future to 2009.

Envy’s notes: Sam Winchester/apocalyptic Dean is the best ship we have in the fandom so I had to put it on the list. Apocalyptic Dean gets sent to 2009 right after Sam tries to kill himself to get away from Lucifer. This Dean knows what it’s like to truly lose his other half and so treats Sam with the love he deserves. I love affectionate Sam/Dean. Even better, other Dean watches it all happen and is jealous of himself.

Sincerely, Sam by Samcursed

Summary: Sam Winchester is praying for death.

Dean's already gone after sacrificing himself to take out Amara and Sam's losing more and more of himself each day at Lady Bevell's hands. He's reached his limit. Then suddenly he finds himself in 1998 and the sole focus of a supernatural lawyer who has one very firm request; She needs Sam to cure a demon. Dad, Dean, and Bobby won't let him out of their sights and Sam has enough to juggle with the swarm of supernatural creatures who think the Boy King has come back to take his crown.

Envy’s notes: Older Sam and younger Sam switch places so it has younger Dean/older Sam in the past and younger Sam/older Dean in the future. Sam uses his powers in this and the demons rebel because their boyking has arrived, some demons are trying to break the seals decades earlier because Lucifer has also noticed Sam’s presence. Oh and Sam think his Dean is dead and wants to join him.

The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst

Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.

Envy’s notes: Lots of physical affection and damn do I love these original characters. Sam and Dean go undercover as a couple on a bus tour for gay men, they do a lot of sightseeing. There’s this guy hitting on Sam and he has no idea because he can’t read signals, but Dean does notice.

Pacified by Parroticat (hanover)

Summary: Set in season 7 after they've got Lucifer out of Sam's head. Sam starts having nightmares, waking up every night screaming himself hoarse, weak and exhausted. Dean fixes it the only way that has ever worked, no matter how embarrassing Sam finds it.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts wetting the bed after going to hell, Dean takes care of it. Not a kinky fic, just hurt/comfort.

073 – Barry by ani_coolgirl

Summary: In remembrance of the life and times of Barry Cook. Sam remembers perhaps a bit too much.

Envy’s notes: In which Barry helped Sam find out his sexuality and knew Sam’s brother was also Sam’s first crush. When Sam tells Dean about Barry, he realises Sam has feelings for him.

For You to Me are the Only One by flowerofnettles

Summary: Classic trope, Winchester Drama version—Before the boys hit her with witch-killin’ bullets, the monster of the week puts a curse on Dean: either he has sex within five days, or his heart will give out. The catch? The curse was designed to make its target violent during sex, and naturally Dean refuses to put anyone’s life at risk to save his own. As the fifth day gets closer, a desperate Sam makes the choice for them both, by offering (with a little help from Castiel’s angel powers) the only person he’s willing to risk at Dean’s hands: himself. Only when it ends they’ve got bigger problems, because Sam never expected that a few nights pretending to be a stranger volunteering to take care of Dean could lead to such shocking discoveries about himself, his brother, and the strength of the bond tying their souls together.

Envy’s notes: Not as smutty as it sounds. It has a lot of feels also. Hidden identity!Sam/cursed Dean. It’s all very consensual (except for Dean not knowing it’s Sam). It’s over 50k words so you can spend the night reading it.

It's Just Research by brokenlittleboy

Summary: Sam becomes obsessed with the "wincest" shippers on the forums for fans of Carver Edlund's "Supernatural." Dean finds out.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts reading wincest and then becomes a fanfiction writer because what better way to let all those feelings out?

Well Jung by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: The brothers are faced with their broken relationship in the aftermath of Gadreel’s possession and Kevin’s death. In an act of desperation, they go to couple’s therapy to try to work things out. It may bring them closer than they bargained for. This fic starts off funny and becomes more intimate and serious as the boys navigate their first time and process it with their therapist.

Envy’s notes: Sam and Dean go to a couple’s therapist to fix their relationship, they misunderstand some of their therapist’s advice.

Sam’s brow got further and further stitched as he looked at article after article. “She can’t possibly have meant this.”

“What do you mean?"

“It’s all...sex stuff," Sam said, crinkling his nose in disgust.

Baby Bird by TheQuietWings

Summary: Sam is sick, and Dean has some… unconventional methods to make him eat.

Envy’s notes: Dean feeds Sam mouth to mouth. Oddly sweet.

Embarrassing Crushes by Marie_Tomas

Summary: Sam and Dean get drunk and share a few embarrassing stories. When they ask each other about their most embarrassing crushes, the answers that they both give are kind of...surprising.

Envy’s notes: This one is really sweet and I love the way Dean reacts to Sam’s confession.

When This is Over, We Should Really Have Angry Sex by mjlove1 and oulfulsam

Summary: A Wincestous deleted scenes take on "Red Sky At Morning" S3 While Sam Dean & Bela are at the party Sam overhears something that leads to a very jealous miscommunication. Rated M for graphic Wincest in Ch2. 2-shot written w/ the wonderful& talented MJLove

Envy’s notes: Established wincest. Sam overhears what the guard says and thinks Dean actually slept with Bella.

023 – confession by ani_coolgirl

Summary: There are some things you can only say when you're alone. What Sam doesn't realize is that he's not alone.

Envy’s notes: Ghost!Dean hears Sam talking to his comatose body in S2:E01 Time of Dying. Why can they only be sweet to one another when one of them is dying??

Always My Pretty Baby by taiyou_nii_chan

Summary: Sam has always been Dean's "pretty baby" but years have gone by and he hasn't been feeling "pretty" or "a baby" lately. Dean takes care of fixing that.

Envy’s notes: A personal favourite because Sam doesn’t get called pretty enough, it’s always Dean :(

017 – backfire by ani_coolgirl

Summary: Sam gets Dean back for the itching powder. It doesn't quite go like he planned.

Envy’s notes: Sam pranks Dean by making someone think they’re a couple. You can never go wrong with pretend relationship fics.

I Can't Forget the Time or Place Where We Just Met by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: Sam and Dean fall asleep on the couch, wake up cursed with amnesia, and assume they're in a relationship. After exploring their surroundings, they can't keep their hands off each other any longer. The curse breaks mid-sex.

Envy’s notes: Another one of my favourite tropes. Both have amnesia and assume they’re a couple.

Hell changes people by blueingaround

Summary: After Sam almost sees Dean die in that barn, he can't quite shake the feeling that something's going to happen if he loses sight of him. He had never wanted to be as close to his brother as now. He can't take his eyes off him. After weeks of recovery, Dean wants to go back to hunting, but Sam wants him to just stay home. He knows the way he feels about his brother is wrong, but after hell, Sam finds it difficult to remember social norms.

aka Sam is struggling after Dean's recovery and they go on a hunt together. Some monster is hunting incestuous couples and some feelings are revealed. They decided to have sex to play bait for the monster and this turns out way more emotional than they both had expected it.

Envy’s notes: Sam has wanted to be closer to Dean ever since going to hell. Here’s one of my favourite pieces of dialogue:

“You're telling me you're fine with incest?”

“As long as no one's getting hurt? Sure.” Sam said, shrugging again. 

Dean was silent for a few seconds. Sam turned to look at him and saw his brother with a frown and his mouth slightly open in astonishment. 

“You're fucked in the head, Sam.”

“We both are.” He said. “It just seems I'm a little more messed up than you are. But that isn't news.”

Smutty:

Best Brother Ever by Mayalaen

Summary: Prompt fill for the request of Dean/Sam, dirty talk, virgin!Dean, coming untouched, massage, fingering, unexpected orgasm.

Dean is really sore after a hunt, and Sam offers a massage. Dean's first reaction is a big no, but his back is killing him, so he gives in. It turns out Sam's awesome at massages, and Sam knows what will help relax him even more.

Envy’s notes: Sexual healing, literally. Massage fics that lead to more are always great.

State Of Emergency by PerpetualCookie

Summary: Dodgeville, Michigan. January 2000.

The Winchesters get caught in the biggest snowstorm of the winter. Trapped in their motel room by drifts of snow six feet high, they’re more inside of each other’s pockets than normal.

John hears some things he wasn’t meant to hear.

Envy’s notes: Young Sam and Dean have sex while their dad is in the same room. John is not sleeping.

I'll Take Care of You by Katlover98

Summary: Ever since Toni Bevell mind fucked Sam he has had trouble getting it up. Dean tries to help him when he finds out and it leads to sexy time.

Envy’s notes: Dean helps a sexually frustrated Sam.

Every First Time by antarshakes

Summary: It all starts with a threesome, really. It all continues through threesomes. Then, it’s just minus one.

Envy’s notes: A pretty realistic way wincest could happen.

"Handsome, could you show Dean here what kind of kiss really turns a girl on, please?"

Cowboys and Indians by saltandbyrne

Summary: An account of the times Sam jizzed himself while Dean pinned his hands down, starting with a game of cowboys and indians.

Envy’s notes: Who knew a game of cowboys and indians could be so hot?

And the Truth Shall Set You Free by Nutkin

Summary: Sam gets hit with a truth spell, and Dean decides to do some digging. It turns out a surprising number of Sam's most embarrassing fantasies involve Dean. A very toppy Dean.

Envy’s notes: omg I love this one so much. Sam is under a truth spell, Dean asks him what crazy stuff he likes in bed and Sam is just like: you.

"What about me?"

"You on top of me." Sam swallowed, willing it to stop, but the words just kept tumbling out. "You holding me down."

[blythebewitched]

Her Name Was Bobby: Smiling Critters Oneshot

Two years . . . It was crazy to think he'd lived in this town for two years now. From a young age, Sunny had always been the center of attention everywhere he went. From his band all the way to his modeling career. At some point, the spotlight started to dim for him. So when Kickin brought up moving into town where he could be with his brothers, and try something new, he moved immediately. 

After two long grueling years, he'd finally managed to finish his nursing schooling. It started out as a hobby. Helping the elderly at retirement homes as a volunteer. But now he could really get into Hospice and care for the elderly properly. Sunny loved being around old people. They were sometimes far nicer than anyone his age.

About three weeks prior, Dogday recommended a hospital nearby to apply to. And of course, he was accepted immediately. Today was to be his first day.

Sunny practically swung out of bed. Firey determination pumping his blood. With a killer outfit and some stunning makeup, he was practically ready to go . . . Oh wait . . . Breakfast!

Dogday jumped at the sound of his front door opening. Peering from the kitchen, he saw his brother strut through to the kitchen doorway.

“Mourning Angel~!” Sunny chirped.

“Hiya Sunny. Lemme guess. First day of work and you forgot breakfast?” He passed his brother a plate of food. 

Sunny sat and munch happily as a response. He always forgot something! Dogday chuckled to himself. 

“Say. Speaking of the hospital? Have you met Bobby?”

Bobby. Dogday and Kickin had a gracious number of friends. The only ones he remembered were Catnap and Picky. So, he shook his head. Not really interested in meeting the guy.

“Bobby is the head nurse of the hospital! You should say hi!” 

Sunny took one last bite and headed towards the door. “I'll think about if that's my boss or not.” And he headed out the door and to work.

. . . 

A few hours into the day and Sunny was already sore. He didn't really mind it though. The staff in hospice were really nice and patient. And the elderly were, for the most part, sweeties. As he was bottling pills, he reached for his left shoulder rubbing out some pain that was there. 

Nurse Nip walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder. “Hard day?”

“Nah. Its just some pent up tension. Thats what hard work'll do.”

“Mm okay. You should probably have the head nurse check that out though.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well we don't want the new star nurse to keel over after the first day right?”

“Hahaha! True. Well, let me finish up here and I'll see . . . Umm . . . Who again?”

“The head nurse! Bobby Bearhug!”

Bobby. Dogday mentioned that earlier. He was a little annoyed to have to see someone he wasn't keen on meeting, but he kept his promises to his bros. 

Sun suppressed a groan and gave the other nurse a thumbs up before they left. 

. . . 

The head nurses office was on the top floor. Rather than going up the stairs, Sunny decided to take the elevator. The elevator chimed as it reached his floor. The doors opened and he stepped inside. He had planned on a silent ride on his way to see the nurse, but he oddly felt eyes on him.

Sunny curiously looked down next to him through a side eye. There was a girl, another nurse in the elevator with him. Her uniform looked slightly different so he could tell her position was different. The girl was looking up at him. 

Their eyes locked for a moment. Both curious of the other. “You're very pretty.” Was the words that broke their silence.

Sun now fully turned towards her. “What did you say?”

“Haha. Sorry. Was that too blunt? I just think you're very pretty. I've never seen such a colorful bird before.”

“Oh. Thanks.” He was known to be a charmer. A smooth talker. But when it came to flirting or compliments, he flopped hard. His forte was getting people to do what he wanted. So it was safe to say he didn't know what to do when the girl complimented him.

Sun's first thought was to compliment her back. She was substantially shorter than him. Though he was very tall compared to most. The girl was a bear in a deep red coat of fur. Like fine wine. He couldn't say that though. Perhaps something else? Her blush? Her hair? Her smile? . . . No. 

Often when he attempted to establish relationships in the past, he came across as either creepy. A lot of the time, his pride and vanity made him look full of himself. Nobody ever gave him a chance . . . It was the reason he spent so much time alone or with the elderly. 

So, he said nothing. Afraid of making her uncomfortable in such a small space. Suddenly, he felt a hand run through the feathers of his right arm. He had to force himself not to ruffle and fluff up at the touch. His head swung down facing the nurse admiring him.

Both her hands went up the length of his arm. Her eyes looked up at him through her eyebrows. The look was sultry, making Sunny nervous. He couldn't tell if she intended for the interaction to be so personal. 

“You really do have nice feathers. I like the colors. And you're so fluffy!” She gave him the biggest smile. Sweet and elite. “I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?”

“Y-yeah . . . I'm the new hospice nurse . . . Sunshine. But e-everyone calls me Sunny.” 

“SUNNY!?” She stopped and stared at him wide eyed.

The elevator chimed and the door opened to the top floor. Sun was dragged out and led down the hall. 

“By any chance, do you know Dogday? Or Kickin Chicken?” 

“They are my little brothers. Why? You know them?”

The little bear spun around on her heels and gave him a silly smile. Expecting him to guess. “Didn't DD tell you something about meeting someone today?” She chimed. 

It took Sunny a moment, but when it hit him, he felt his face turn red. When DD mentioned his friend Bobby, HE ASSUMED BOBBY WAS A DUDE! Not some cutie . . . In a nurses outfit no less. He cursed his brother internally. The last thing he wanted to do right now was scare her off, but he couldn't help but like her. 

Once outside her office, Bobby asked, “So! Is there anything I can help you with while you're here?”

Sunny almost completely forgot about it. “One of the nurses recommended I see you about some tension in my shoulder.” . . . It was only after saying it that he REALLY thought about it.

“YOU DON'T HAVE TO THOUGH! IT'S NOTHING!” He was praying she would let him go. 

“WHAT!? Get your behind in here now! I'll have that checked out in a jiff.” Bobby grabbed his arm again and dragged him to the couch in her office. Why was it so easy for this lil mini bear to drag him???

. . . 

The next thirty minutes was torturous. They had a really good conversation and Sunny's original doubts had easily been squashed. But he was falling. HARD. And how could he not!? She was perfect. Super polite, great personality, beautiful and well composed. His problem here was that he couldn't say any of it. They'd just met! She'd think he was a sleaze if he said what he really thought of him. 

The worst part was the intimacy of the situation. Sun and Kickin had a habit of having their feathers ruffled at the slightest touch. Bobby's hands were on his shoulder for a good portion of his visit. It made hiding his delight near impossible. When she was done, she prescribed him a minor pain killer and sent him on his way. 

Walking home, the only part of his wonderful first day that stayed on his mind was Bobby. Her name wouldn't leave his head. Her touch had a phantom shadow imprinted on his body. Nothing about those thirty minutes left his head. He didn't even notice Kickin had walked up next to him. 

“SUN!”

“AH! Kickin!”

“Lmfao! What the hell's on your mind?”

The brothers stopped by DD's house where they met up with their brother on his porch. “How was work? You meet Bobby?” 

Bobby. The name stirred excitement he couldn't contain. “YEAH! Why didn't you introduce us sooner!?” Sunny began to ramble uncontrollably. 

DD and Kicks looked at each other slowly. The realization slowly but surely sinking in. Sinister smiles started creeping on their faces. 

Sunny hadn't noticed his brother's on point suspicions. He rambled as he thought of her. The perfect girl from the elevator who was stealing his heart. Sun wondered if this was love at first sight. The thought that he still had so much to learn about her was exhilarating. Bobby. Her name was Bobby. And for the first time in his life, he was truly in love.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Let's Play

Genre: smut

Paring: female Reader x Rafael Barba, Dominick Carisi Jr and Michael Cutter

Idea: reader is a criminal and has been arrested for a serious crime now she has to go to court and could go to prison for life. Her solution is to seduce the Executive Ada (cutter) and his Adas (Barba & Carisi) in their office to get a deal so she doesn't have to go to prison

Requested by: @villains-are-hot

A/N: Thank you so much for sitcking with me and i really hope you enjoy this piece !

Y/N’s POV 

Jail is the fucking worst. It’s not what they present on TV at all it’s hard and rough and not a place that someone like me belongs.

This whole innocent or guilty thing doesn’t apply anymore. It’s never about whether you did the crime or not it’s about how you can get out of it. 

That’s something i’ve always been good at finding my way out of things. It’s because of my looks honestly. I take a lot of time working on myself. Eating the right things and not moe procedural work and hair and nails. I bake out in the sun and tan and i make sure i look like a barbie doll. 

It’s worked for me my entire life. Being able to walk through any situation and work or perhaps flirt my way out of the situation. I mean why else would you work so hard if you weren’t going to use it to your advantage. 

Right now you were currently sitting in the district attorneys room.

You were currently out on bond and your very old but very expensive lawyer was convincing you to take a deal. You a deal ?? Like hell you would. 

Okay maybe i should start at the top with everything. I’m not the devil in this case okay.

My ex boyfriend was stalking me and was harassing me all the time. He wouldn’t leave me alone and i thought something bad was going to happen.

He was breaking into my apartment and leaving letters and sending me pictures polaroids of myself while i was out and about.

I tried to tell people but no one listened. Expect Bobby that is. He told me not to worry about it. 

I didn’t ask any questions and when Matt ended up dead I didn’t think to go around telling anyone. I was more relieved than anything. 

But when your ex ends up dead of course your name comes in the investigation.

Then when Bobby got offered a sweetheart deal he took it in a heartbeat and told everyone you asked him to do it. 

Which was absolutely crazy. I mean sure you weren’t complaining when he died but you never asked for the man to be murdered. I’m innocent in all of this really. 

Right now you were sitting in the courtroom while all these delicious men were debating on what to do with you.

Your lawyer had stepped out for a moment not that you were complaining though because this situation is everything you wanted. 

They all were a little older than you, but silver foxes were the best they have knowledge they knew what they were doing. 

“Come on just go easy she clearly didn’t know what she was doing” The tall italian one said. He was clearly an ex cop you can tell a man like him he knew how to use handcuffs. 

“Absolutely not she knew what she was doing was wrong she set into the motion the events of a mans murder”  The shorter man with brownish hair yelled. 

“Come on gentleman why are we even wasting our time with this the jury is going to convict her and our hands will be washed” the shorter more angrier man said. 

You sat up straight in your chair. Your back was stretched, your girls were out and proud. You “accidently” knocked over a coffee cup with a tiny bit of coffee. 

“Opps i’m sorry gentlemen” You said smiling and laughing. 

The taller man got up and cleaned up the mess and you could see him look up at you. Your eyes meant with him and you flashed a smile down at him. It was clearly working he wasn’t looking away. 

“All finished now with what ever this was” the shorter man said. 

The taller man got up and threw the stuff away in the bin. 

“What’s your name” You asked in a flirty voice 

“Dominic Carisi, everyone just calls me Carisi” He said in a more nervous tone 

“What the hell am i watching” The shorter man yelled. 

“And who might you be” You said leaning on the table and the man looked at you with a disbelief look in his eyes. 

“Michael Cutter and that’s Mr Cutter to you” He said in a more stern voice. 

“Well so nice to meet you” You said

“And you, who might you be last but not certainly least” You said batting your eyes and moving around a little bit to show off your assets. 

“Rafel Baraba” He said in a monotone showing he wasn’t even that interested. 

You reached out your hand and you took his in yours and have it a nice squeeze. He didn’t let go right away which surprised you then he snatched in a matter of seconds and played it off. 

Carisi was looking at you out of the corner of his eye and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

He looked somewhat jealous but also irritated. Like what was running through his mind. Either way it seemed like a good opportunity for you to run it through. 

So you looked away from Barba and looked back him. His piercing blue eyes taking a look at yours.

You leaned in and he just sat there a moment not moving either. 

It felt like there was a moment going on there and you took his hand and brought it up to your lips and gave him a kiss on the hand. 

“Whoa okay don’t do what” Carisi yelled. 

“Come on police officer you liked it” You said 

“It’s ADA and no I didn’t” he said 

You turned your back and looked at the shorter man who was leaning against the wall just kind of looking at you. 

“And what about you I know you like it to don’t you” You said running your tongue against your lips. 

“No absolutely not” Barba said in a mototone 

You gotten up from your seat and walked over to Cutter who was now sitting at the table and looking more and more over this.

You sat down on the empty seat next to him and placed your hand on top of his. 

He looked at you and he got a look on his face where he was both appalled at what ever was going on and he also looked intrigued too. 

You knew you could pull him out he was acting tough but was he also really that tough you thought to yourself. 

You leaned in and you got closer to his face. He just kind of looked you in the eyes and he quickly looked down at your lips. 

“Come on you know this isn’t on me” You whispered quietly and grabbed his tie and played with it. 

“All i know is  your a criminal” he whispered back 

You just smirked and played cool you would never let the upper hand slip away.

"Maybe take a girl out before you judge her" You said.

He just looked at you with a mischevious look on his face like he was debating on taking you up on the offer.

You got up and walked over to Barba and he looked a little more annoyed than usual with you. You just stood up straight girls were showing curves were popping off. 

“What about you you know what they say the biggest surprises come in small packages” You said putting your hand on the wall over top of him and looking down at him. 

He seemed into it like he was hiding it just like the rest of them. They all knew they wanted it but they couldn’t have it. Was it because they wanted you or they wanted they knew what they couldn’t have. 

You didn't forget about carisi though you knew he was going to be the one to come through in the end. you had him so close you just needed to nail it in.

That’s what it was a lot of the times with the men you dated. Was it because they had an illiouson of something else. 

You decided now was the time to get what you wanted you played them like you needed. They all were leaning towards you they didn’t want to admit it but they all secretly wish they had you. 

You walked over to where you were sitting. And this time you let your body fall loose. You wanted to look more simpler more sad 

You looked over at Carisi with a more soft tone then you ever had. You were begging him with your eyes.

"Mr Carisi please listen to me that's all I asked" You told him

"I can't talk without your lawyer" He said in a soft voice which means you had him

“Wheres my lawyer” You asked

“Why your not going anywhere anytime soon” Cutter said. 

You worked your face up to look sad and more worried. 

“I need to get out of here” You said

You looked more irritated and more like something was bothering you. 

“I know what you all may think okay I’m not heartless i really didn’t know what he was going to do okay. I would never wish anyone dead” You said. 

You let your tears roll down your face something you were good at. 

You quickly wiped them away and it worked with everyone. They all softened their tones and sat down. 

“Listen let us get your lawyer we can help you” Carisi said. 

“How”  You asked in a soft tone. 

Barba walked into the hallway to gesture your lawyer to come back. After a few seconds he did. 

You all were sitting down at the table and looking at each other. You were playing with your fingers something you did to help make it like you were nervous. 

“How about we offer criminally neglect homicide 2-4” Barba said 

“No way she was a victim” Your lawyer said. 

“I was scared and worried all the time okay he wouldn’t leave me alone he was going to kill me” You said in a soft scared tone.

“You willing to testify” Cutter asked. 

“Yes anything” You said. 

“FIne were drop charges for the testimony” Barba said. 

“Thank you lets go” Your lawyer said. 

You got up and left before they could change their mind. As you were walking out you looked back at the guys. 

You put your signature smile on them 

“This was fun boys” You said leaving the room giving them a little wave. 

You walked out the room and was laughing to yourself. You knew damn well you weren’t going to Jail not never. 

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Courage Under Fire| Currahee part 3| Band of Brothers

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Currahee part 3

August-September 1942

*Because part of me is selfish and wants to add more to what we see in the show, I am kind of doing things a little out of order*

A lot of the girls were struggling with the obstacle course, PT, and running the hill, no more so than Adele Rogers, the soft-spoken girl from Seattle, Washington, she was a little shorter than the other girls and had to jump up to get into the tunnels and then up to the wall. 

But Olivia insisted that they stayed together and worked through it and in turn, her twin brother Bobby, Floyd Talbert, and Joseph Liebgott dropped back to help them out. At first, Adele thought it was because Bobby didn't want to see his sister,  especially fail and because Liebgott was sweet on Olivia having witnessed the flirting between the two when they weren't under the watchful eye of Sobel and Bobby and Floyd who were trying to stop it. 

But then she started to realize that unlike Sobel, Bill Evans, and Roy Cobb, one of the privates in the first platoon, most of these boys had their best interests at heart, even if it was for their own selfish needs. Talbert was open to admitting that often flirted with Olivia, Daisy, and Lily. The latter of the trio blushed wildly and stammered through conversations. He was often scolded by Olivia for teasing the poor girl. 

Unlike the rest of them, Lily, who was in Dog Company with Edward Stewart and Ronald Speirs, wasn’t used to being surrounded by men, even loud friendly ones. From what they were able to piece together was that Lily’s father was abusive and beat the poor girl down until she was nothing, the call from the Nursing Corp came at a good time, like Katherine, Olivia’s mother, Lily’s father, Arthur was going to force Lily to marry someone who was old enough to be her father. She had run, changing her name and never looking back. 

They had all respected that. She thought that was part of the reason why the mysterious Speirs took a liking to Lily and took her under his wing.

“Come on Addie.” Olivia’s voice shook her out of her thoughts and she looked at the girl who had come back to her side, her green eyes dancing in amusement, “We need to get over the wall and Sobel is watching.” 

Adele cringed, “Isn’t he always watching though, almost creepily?” 

 The answering unladylike snort that came from Olivia was answer enough for her. It was almost uncomfortable the way Sobel stared and leered at them, so much so that none of them wanted to be in the same room with him without another nurse or one of the boys with them. Thankfully, he hadn’t escalated yet and tried anything with them. 

“I don’t know how I am going to get over that freaking wall.’ She changed the subject as she followed her toward the tunnels. “Get a running start.” Bobby offered up, “Bean, go first. I will stay”

 “Yeah, c’mon Princess. Race ya. Loser buys drinks next time we get a pass.’ Liebgott offered up. 

“Yeah,” Olivia laughed, “Sure if Malarkey or Frank don’t get our passes revoked.” 

In the month they had been at Toccoa they hadn't been able to have a pass because of little things that Sobel found to be not up to snuff. It drove them all crazy. Honestly, she was already sick and tired of hearing about the boys not getting laid. At first, it had surprised her how quickly they forgot about the social norms. But there was really nothing she could do other than being or trying to be a sympathetic ear. 

Adele looked at the older twin quickly checking if he was okay with his friend openly asking his sister out. To her surprise, he just shook his head, he must have figured that they were both going to do whatever they wanted. They were in the middle of war and life was going to be short, who was he to stop them?  After everything his sister had been through with Katherine and taking care of Fredrick, she deserved a little fun. As much as he hated it. 

**

“Stop Joe! You cheated!” Olivia laughed as they both came to a stop at the end of the course, for the most part, he had stayed close by her until the end when he took off running, causing her to curse and chase after him. 

Still laughing he shrugged his shoulders, took steps forward, and slung his arm around her shoulders pulling her back to him. He could enjoy seeing the light blush covering her cheeks. He resisted pressing a kiss against her cheek before turning so they were facing the group that was still making their way towards the end of the course. 

“I will still pay for drinks.” He muttered lowly in her ear. “On one condition.” “What’s that?” She prodded before yelling out encouragement to Adele. “It's just the two of us. No Bobby, no Floyd. Just us.” 

Pursing her lips, she thought for a minute before nodding her head in agreement, “Fine. Yeah! Addie!” Adele had pulled herself up and over the wall and had a triumphant smile on her face. Bobby who had come over the wall behind her grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up. Causing her to shout with laughter.  

"Sometimes," Joe's voice was low in her ear, as he clapped his hands in encouragement, "All it takes is the right kind of encouragement." 

"Is that so?" She returned as Adele tore across the opening and into her Lieutenant's arms, causing Joe to snicker and move his arm from her shoulders to her waist to hold her up so they wouldn't tumble to the ground. He wanted to admit that the thought of taking her out on the weekend pass was the encouragement he needed. But at the same time, he wasn't sure that he was ready to settle at all. Olivia was a girl who needed a boyfriend, not a bootcamp fling.

**

"Excuse me, Lieutenant Sobel." Amber started seeing the flat-footed man outside of the officer's barracks, everyone else was heading out to dinner in the mess hall a couple of hours later. He turned to face her, a sneer forming on his face. The hatred and distaste he had for the women were growing stronger with each day that passed. "I think I have a way of getting Olivia Stewart out of both of our hairs." Sobel paused, he could hear Olivia's laughter coming from down the pathway, Bill Guarnere had gathered her up in his arms dipping her down to the ground, and proceeded to rain kisses all over her face.

"I am listening." He started folding his arms, he was tired of not being able to do anything about the nurses. But if one of their own was willing to do something about it, he was going to take full advantage of it.

**

"Bill, stop,  you are embarrassing yourself!' Olivia laughed as he raised her back upright, his hand lingering on hers. "Me? Never." He laughed before releasing her hand, she had scolded him about the flirting and how he should focus more on Evie than her, and how they could get removed from the program.

 Evie joined the Army Nursing  Corps to be with Bill, not because she wanted to make a difference. She wanted the relationship with Bill where Olivia found herself moving further and further away from her childhood sweetheart and more towards someone like Lewis or even Joe Liebgott, who over the last week or so she had started forming a friendship with.

She gave him a pointed look and then glanced at Evie.

"You know," Talbert commented, settling his arm around her shoulders, they had all heard the shouting match that the two had gotten into after he had seen her and Nixon wander off together to talk, "We would pay big bucks to see you two together." His dark eyes darted to Evie then back to Olivia who glowered at him.

"In your dreams pal."

"Only every night babe." He returned, causing her to roll her eyes and smack her hand against his chest.

"You are a pig." He offered a cheeky smile followed by a loud smacking kiss against her cheek before letting her slip away from him. "Just the girl I was looking for.' Sobel's nasally voice came from down the pathway causing everyone to deflate and roll their eyes and Olivia to stiffen.

 Bobby took a step forward ready to pounce on the man if need be. She had come to him the night before near tears about how Sobel was making them uncomfortable and as much as she was playing it off like everything was fine, it wasn't.

 'After the night march tonight, you and Cobb are going to be on guard duty."

"Yes, sir." She flattered, she had dreaded spending time with Cobb after the advances he tried on her and the other girls. But if she had to do it, she had to do it.

 "Don't worry Liv, we are on right after." Bobby muttered darkly, normally the duties were two or three hours at a time, "We will make sure nothing happens to you."

 "If worst comes to worst." Floyd added, "Stab him with your scissors."

"Gladly." There was a small twisted smirk forming on her face. As much as her oldest brother claimed her innocence, there was something about her that could be downright evil. It made her twin brother proud. 

Cobb, who had been within the ranks of the 3rd platoon came up to the group smirking, “Olivia.” “It’s Lieutenant Stewart.’ Bobby corrected, and while Olivia was okay with most of the men and permitted them to call her by her first name, she still had every right to be called by her rank, which she rightfully earned. 

Cobb rolled his eyes, “She isn’t my Lieutenant.” “She is a Lieutenant.” Talbert threw in before the tempers that Liebgott and Bobby had flared, “And she does deserve your respect. She worked just as hard as the other Lieutenants.” Her hand caught his and squeezed it in thanks as Liebgott led her into the mess hall, out of the line of the fire.  

“Oh come on, Talbert, the only reason why you pretend to respect her is because you want in her pants.” The blonde man complained, “I mean, I don’t blame you, I want to fuck her too.” 

A heavy hand dropped onto his shoulder, and he turned his head to meet the fiery blue eyes of Robert Stewart. And his heart dropped to his stomach. “Roy, let’s go have a chat before we go to dinner.”  

***

Olivia stifled her yawn behind her hand as they marched, she was sandwiched in between Talbert and Liebgott. Every Friday night since they had been there and their passes were revoked they had marched and each march grew longer. They were now at 12 miles, in the pitch dark, full packs and dead silence.

The silence that all the girls hated.

Especially Olivia who was used to the constant noise of the old houses settling or of siblings fighting or over-talking each other to be heard. Only tonight was different, she had heard Pat Christenson coughing and dropped back to check on him and told him to drink the water. That they were forbidden to drink from, he was fighting a mild cold and slight dehydration and Olivia wasn't going to let anything serious happen to him. They had all come too far with this for someone to drop out because of an illness.

“ Lieutenant.” He offered, he knew that there would be hell to pay when Sobel found out that he drank from his canteen. But he wanted to listen to Olivia, she was like Winters and Nixon, and she seemed to know what she was doing. And if he remembered correctly, Bobby told them stories about how his twin was constantly talking about how she patched him and the older brothers and younger sister up. 

"I will handle Sobel." She said firmly, a determined twinkle in her eye before returning to her place between Talbert and Liebgott.

"I hope you know what you are doing Princess," Joe whispered.

"I always know what I am doing.' He glanced over her head at Talbert who smirked and shook his head. She was going to cause a mess of trouble, there was no doubt in his mind. But he would do anything he could to pull her out of it.

"Lieutenant Winters." Bull Randleman's voice came from in front of her causing her to perk up causing the two men on either side of her to laugh.

"What is it?'

"Permission to speak sir."

"Permission granted.' Winters returned, Olivia didn't need to see his face to know that he was amused, she could count on one hand how many times she had seen that man amused. This was a rare treat.

"We have 9 other companies sir, why is it we are the only ones that are out here marching 12 miles in the pitch dark with a full pack." 

"Why do you think Private Randleman?" 

"Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." "Lieutenant Sobel doesn't hate Easy Company, he just hates you." There was scattered laughter through the ranks.

"Thank  you, sir."

"He hates you too, Muck.' Talbert teased knocking his knuckles against Skip's helmet causing Olivia to laugh softly and shake her head. 

"Amber is the only one he likes other than Evans." Adele's voice floated forward. Amber was the only nurse not marching with them that night. 

"Why do you think that?" Olivia returned curiously, they all had their theories on what was going on, and she had rushed whispered conversations with Lewis and Dick about theirs when they could have them. 

"Well." The girl paused, trying to find the right words that wouldn't embarrass herself or

 the other girls. "I kind of walked in on them the other night."

"Easy Liv!' Chuck Grant exclaimed as he bumped into her, she had stopped dead in her tracks at the statement.

"Sorry Chuck." She said before moving forward again, falling back into step with Liebgott and Talbert, "What were they doing Addie?"

 "You know."

 "No, we don't sweets." Liebgott called, earning a slap on the chest from Olivia, causing him to catch it and hold it against his heart, "You wound me, princess.' His heart flipped in his chest when he saw the bright dimpled smile on her face. 

"You know it."

"Sex." Bobby filled in, his amusement clear in his voice.

"Aw! Gross! Bobby!" Repeated complaints filled the air at that. 

"I really, really didn't need that image in my head," Alice complained from where she was near the front with Bull and Johnny. 

"Me either." The other 3 nurses agreed, pulling faces. All thankful that it was dark enough to where the men couldn't see how horrified they all were.

"Where is Lewis when I need him?" Olivia muttered, "He has whiskey." Trying to drown the image out of her head was going to be the best option.

"There is one way to get the image out of your head." Talbert started as they turned to go line up in front of the barracks, "Creating your own images. We will be happy to help you with that."

All the blood rushed to her face and neck and she was thankful that her uniform and too-big helmet covered it, the last thing that she needed was to be teased again, Lewis did that enough. 

"Oh, um, I, uh." She stammered, she had only really had Lewis tease her like that before having a man who was a near stranger say that was shocking. Her shock was saved by Sobel, Evans, and Amber appearing.  

The latter smirked at her CO's misfortunate having to march with the men and the other nurses. Olivia, who pulled herself away from the 1st platoon made her way up to the front, to stand next to Dick, like she had been told to. Lewis, Peacock, and Shames joined them seconds later.

"Liv? You good?" Lewis asked lowly, he could see the faint red tinge on her cheeks and wondered what he had missed by being further back.

"Later, Lew, later." She muttered.

"Lieutenant Winters, canteens out and open," Sobel ordered, his beady eyes going over all of the company. "Canteens out and open," Dick ordered not risking to look back at the other officers, he knew the moment he made eye contact with Olivia, one of them was going to

 break and it was probably going to be her. And they didn't need to have a scene caused right then.

Sobel gave the command to pour and started going up and down the rows of men looking for one of them to mess up so he could have them repeat the march.

 "Who is this?" He had found his target, Pat Christenson. "Private Christenson. Were you told not to drink on the Friday night march?"

 "Yes, sir." "You disobeyed a direct order. Lieutenant Winters."

"Lieutenant Sobel." Olivia's voice cut over his command causing everyone to freeze, no one actually cut him off before, they had all thought about it and never did it, "I told him to drink sir.'  

"What gives you the right?" Sobel spat, spinning around to face her. 

"My rank in the Nursing Corp sir, it is my responsibility to make sure these men are healthy

 enough to go into battle. And Private Christenson is sick." The man's hands formed fists and he stalked towards her. 

"He wasn't healthy. So I made a call." Her eyes dropped down to his fists, "What are you going to do with those fists Lieutenant Sobel?"

"Oh don't do it Liv," Lewis muttered, he knew that she could drop the fact that her godfather was the General over the parachute infantry. He was even over General Taylor, with whom they were all familiar. Her saying anything about that would make it five times worse for her and for Bobby. 

But Sobel seemed not to put two and two together and it was almost like a game to see when Sobel was going to figure it out.

 If he did. 

Realizing that Winters, Nixon, and several others were inching closer to where they were standing, Sobel loosened his fist and stepped away. "Both of you refill your canteens and repeat the 12-mile march now! Fall out!" He finally spat. “Yes sir.” The two parroted back and Olivia smirked as she passed Lewis and the others. She had known exactly what she was doing when she had told him to drink, she knew that she couldn’t do 2 hours alone with Cobb on guard duty. He was still smarting from the ass beating he got from Bobby, there was no telling what he would do to her. Olivia had been quick to put two and two together when her brother came into the mess hall with bloody knuckles. The rest of the boys had been quick to start teasing Bobby once Olivia scolded him and started cleaning up the blood knuckles. Then she turned her attention to them, lecturing them too, which amused her brother and Nixon greatly. 

 **

“You didn’t have to do that, Lieutenant.” Pat finally said as they started back out on the march. “It’s Olivia please.” She waved her hand, “And yes I did. Sobel thinks he can bully everyone and anyone he thinks is below him, including the women. But I am not going to let him.”

 He was silent waiting for her to go on, it seemed like as quiet as she seemed she had a lot to say about Sobel. 

“Y’all worked too hard for him to f-” she caught herself from swearing, if it was Lewis, Bobby, or Bill she would have been more open to cursing, “mess it up. I think the best thing that we can do is rise above his crap and prove we are the best. You boys have Winters, Nixon, Keihn, Peacock, and Shames, they outweigh everything that he has done wrong.”  

“We also have you Olivia.’ He cut in, “and the other girls. We all work extra hard to impress you.”  He was awarded with a bright smile from her. Something that only was granted to her twin, Bill, and from what he had seen Winters, Nixon, Talbert, and Liebgott. 

“You lot are a bunch of flirts you know that?” 

 He laughed before shifting the machine gun on his shoulder again, they all knew it, it had started being a competition between them to see who could get to one of the nurses first. Olivia because of her rank and the fact that she was one of their own’s twin sister was out of it. 

"So are you though, you flirt with  Lieutenant Nixon.” 

‘Honey, there is more to the story with me and Nix than y’all know. I am sure you know that I dated Bill right?” Her eyes were on the path in front of them. “We heard, your brother is very vocal about his displeasure with Bill and his relationship with Jenkins. We also heard you slapped both of them.” 

“I did, it happened right before we left to go back to Charleston. Frederick, our great-great grandfather was on death’s door and wanted me to go out and take care of him.” She started, her fingers catching the strap of her medical bag, “I reminded him a lot of his daughter Lydia who was killed during the Civil War.” 

‘And where you go, Bobby goes.”  They had all seen it, Bobby was fiercely overprotective of his sister, and her going to OCS and then to Meade was the longest they had been separated. “Bingo.” She laughed using her free hand to push her helmet up, “I hadn’t made up my mind to go back until then and I think my grandfather and great uncle Finn knew that so Finn was already on his way down from DC to get us.” 

“Wait, is Uncle Finn, General Finnigan Stewart?” 

“You catch on quick Pat. Yes, he is mine and Bobby’s godfather, but we don’t want that to go around too much. I already got enough crap at OCS for it.”  He made a motion like he was zipping his lips causing her to laugh softly before carrying on with her story. 

**

Once the anger cleared and they returned to their barracks,  Sobel realized that Olivia had gotten out of guard duty with Cobb and he had to figure out a way to get to her. “Son of a bitch!’ Sobel cursed, throwing his jacket onto his footlocker. 

“Sir?” Evans asked as he shut the door to their barracks. Much like Winters and Nixon, they shared a two-man barracks which was kiddie corner from the nurses' barracks. Evans knew from watching Sobel that he just had to angle just perfectly on the two steps that were attached to the building, you could see into the small window that was on the nurse’s barracks door. “She got out of guard duty with Cobb.” 

“Maybe it’s for the best, sir,” Evans started almost thoughtfully, “we shouldn’t be messing with them too much. The men are much more agreeable when they are around. And,” he paused, he like some of the others put two and two together with the Stewart last name and the general in charge of them being a Stewart too. “And what?” He spat angrily, he couldn’t believe that Evans wasn’t backing him like he thought he would. 

“It’s nothing, never mind.”  He returned, Sobel was digging his own grave and he was going to have to lie in it. 

*** 

“Hey.” Lewis laughed seeing the head nurse coming into the mess hall, dark circles ringing her eyes and shoulders slumped, “There’s our girl.”

 ‘Good morning.” She returned with a yawn, she had gotten back to the barracks a few hours before and tossed and turned before having to get up for the day. 

“Is Christenson okay?” Dick asked as she joined them at their table, she pushed the plate of slop that she had gotten to the center of the table and opted to pick up her coffee mug. “He is fine now. Betsy is checking on him right now.” She returned, ‘I think it was just a cold and stress from being with Sobel 24/7.”  

Raising an eyebrow, Dick pushed the slop back towards her, he knew that they were all stressed and if OCS was anything to go off of, Olivia was stressed out and when she was stressed she snapped a lot more and didn’t eat. And when that happened, Olivia got super angry and was more than likely to snap.  She frowned and picked up her fork. “Can’t be any worse than what Katherine made.”  Lewis teased nudging her with his elbow. “That’s funny, that you think she cooked Lewis.”  She laughed, 'Everything I learned, I learned from Andie, and thank god for that.” She paused taking a sip of her coffee, ‘Do you think what Addie said last night was true about Amber and Sobel?”  “What about them?” Lewis asked looking between the two, Neither one of them had said much of anything after the confrontation the night before. “Supposedly, they are having sex.” The tips of Dick’s ears went red and a pink tinge covered Olivia’s cheeks as she answered. ‘If it is true, you can go to Sink and get Amber sent home.” Lewis mused, but Olivia quickly shook her head, “No, that is the easy way out for her, and after everything she has put me through so far. “ She shook her head, there was a part of her,  that yes wanted to ruin Amber’s life but the other part wanted to ruin her bit by bit. It was just going to be a waiting game to see who would win out.

**

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing Olivia,” Sobel commented later that morning when she came up onto the mock airplane to practice their practice jumps, he had just snapped at Smokey Gordon who broke his legs. And now Olivia was standing in front of him.

“I am sure, I don’t know what you are talking about sir.” Olivia returned innocently, “I am just doing my job, just like you are.” There was a choked cough from behind her and Sobel turned his glare to her brother who was standing behind her waiting for his turn. “Yes, you do.’ He sputtered, stopping from cursing at her. “Lieutenant Sobel, I think you need to get out of the heat. Heat exhaustion is a dangerous thing. Excuse me.”  He gaped at her as she stepped into the opening, her eyes glanced down at the sand. 

This part was easy, it was the actual jumping out of the plane that was scaring her. Taking a deep breath, she counted 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 like the others before as she jumped off the platform. Unlike Gordon who went before her, she landed on her knees and threw her hands out to catch herself. 

“Ow.” She muttered as she stood up to brush herself off before turning to look up at the platform again. Her brother had caught her eye and offered a smile and a thumbs up. He had pushed himself forward and butted in front of the others so he could be close to his sister, he knew how much flying and going out of the plane terrified her. When she found out that James was becoming a pilot, she prayed every single day and Bobby was sure she still did even though he had been gone for several months. 

“You know something.” Amber started, she had been standing waiting for the rest of the nurses to finish so they could go into their classroom lecture. “Don't start Amber, I am not in the mood.’ Olivia ordered, it was short and clipped something she wasn’t used to, she was starting to sound more and more like her mother and she hated it. Amber squared her shoulders and took a step forward so she was standing closer to her. 

Causing her to take a step back, glowering angrily, “I am warning you, Sargent, back off.” Amber smirked and took another step forward, “You have no control here, Olivia. Lieutenant Sobel is in charge and he likes me over you.” “And that’s completely fine for you Amber.” Olivia returned, “You should start thinking about settling down. I mean a girl your age,” Out of all the girls, Amber was the oldest at 24 while Olivia and the others ranged between 18-22 years old. “Should start thinking about settling down. And Lieutenant Sobel is perfect for that. And for you.” Amber’s hand twitched like she wanted to slap her but she knew that if she did, she would be out of the program and Olivia would win. 

That was the last thing that she wanted.  

[sebsxphia]

I know it’s been talked about being in a secret relationship with Jake, but what about secretly dating Bob??? I had this thought and now it will not leave my head !!! Like maybe you’re a bartender at the Hard Deck and the whole squad sees the way Bob looks at you and think he’s been pining over you for ages but too shy and scared to ask you out. Little do they know, the two of you have been going out for months! You’re both a little more reserved so when you started working at the Hard Deck a few months prior, you liked the fact that Bob didn’t outwardly flirt with you all the time like the some of the other pilots did, he was always just really sweet and made friendly conversation when he’d come up to order a round at the bar. So one night along with his tab, you also decide to give Bob your number. And he takes a few days to actually text you so you think he’s not into you like that, but really he was just nervous and needed to build up the courage to text you (which he does with the help of Natasha, who becomes the only one on the team who knows there’s anything going on between you). So you and Bob start texting constantly and the relationship evolves from there. And every time the squad visits the Hard Deck, they watch Bob head up to the bar to talk to you, watch the two of you making heart eyes at each other, and immediately turn around and try to look busy as if they weren’t all staring any time either of you look in their direction. And they’d say things like “when is bob gonna grow a pair and just ask them out already?” Probably making bets on whether or not he’ll actually do it, oblivious to the fact that y’all have definitely disappeared for a quickie in the supply closet or the hard deck bathroom on a number of occasions, teasing him about he’d never get someone like you if he’s scared of them. All the while Natasha sits there with a smirk and sips her beer because she knows you and bob are way past that. When he returns from the bar, Bradley would clap his hand on bob’s shoulder and jokingly say “Bobby strike out again?” with a sympathetic smile on his face. Jake would probably tell him “if you don’t take them on a date soon, Baby On Board, I’m going to.” It’s only after they’re all sent away for a couple months on a deployment that they find out about you and Bob’s relationship, when you’re waiting for the aviators’ return on the base with all the other families. Everyone’s wondering who you’re there for, wondering if you had a family member in the navy or a partner none of them knew about. But they don’t have to wonder for long as they watch your face light up, making a beeline for Bob and running straight into his open arms as he picks you up and spins you around. The jaws of everyone on the dagger squad collectively drop as they watch Bob grab your face and pull you in for a long, passionate kiss. Natasha just laughs at the rest of the team and sarcastically says “Oh.. you guys didn’t know about that?” hehe - @sugarcoated-lame 💕💕💕

GIGGLING KICKING MY LEGS TWIRLING MY HAIR AT THIS MY LOVE, OH MY GOD 🥹🥹

no because unlike jake who would make it sooooo obvious, bob wouldn’t draw any attention to it and would keep it so well under wraps. they think his flirting is bob being silly, shy bobby trying to make a move. little do they know bob made you beg for his cock last night. anyways.

i’m melting in a puddle thinking about you missing bob so much after their first deployment that both of you don’t care anymore. bob swinging you around in his arms and planting the biggest kiss to your lips.

thank you so much for this my love!! 🥹💌💖

[invisibleraven]

22. A and B watch the winter constellations appear in the night sky for Rulie?

Reggie blinks his eyes awake, feeling groggy and cold, the reanimation process still thawing him out. His pod finally opens, but his legs are coltish, so he stumbles more than exits gracefully, but everyone in this chamber is in the same situation, so there's no embarrassment to be had.

He nods to those around them, letting his eyes adjust to the ship's fluorescent lighting, trying so hard to mimic sunlight but falling short. He didn't think he'd miss the sun this much honestly. But he knew what he was signing up for.

When the first transport vessels to start a new colony millions of light years away first started popping up, Reggie thought they were a hoax. But more and more people started going through the process to board these new arks. To escape their dying planet, and hopefully start off anew in a different galaxy.

Reggie had finally given in, putting his name down, never thinking he'd qualify. But he had no life here, no one to leave behind, so why not start a new adventure? He'd been accepted, gone through the training, and endured the uncomfortable cryosleep process. Now here he was, a lifetime away from everything comfortable and familiar.

"Reggie!"

Well, not everything.

He and Julie had met during the training process, becoming fast friends as they bonded over the terrible freeze dried food, the itchy uniforms, and the prospect of going to space. Most all her friends and family had gone through the process already, and she was excited to see them once more. Yet she still was running toward Reggie as the ship docked.

"We're here, can you believe it?" she asked.

"Not really, still feels like a dream," he chortled, glancing back at his pod, like he expected to see his body still there, still dreaming. "You off to find your family?'

"In a bit, we have to endure intake first," Julie replied with a groan and a roll of her eyes. "They're in Europa quadrant, so that's where I'm putting down as my homebase. What about you?"

Reggie shrugged. He didn't really know anyone else in the program, nor did he have someone special waiting for him in the colony. "Maybe I'll just leave it up to chance. See where I land."

"No way, you put down Europa too! You can meet my family, and then it'll be easier for us to hang out after we do our assigned labours," Julie insisted, linking arms with him. "Now, let's go try not to fall back to sleep during intake."

They did end up living in the same quadrant. Julie with her family, and Reggie in a nearby bachelor suite, but was told that should he find a lifemate, he would be assigned to reside in their domicile. That suited him fine, he had quite enough of living alone back on Earth, though he wasn't sure how dating worked out here in space.

He and Julie met up every evening before meal times, catching up on their days. Julie was working in the gardens, helping to grow Earthen foods so that the colony could be self sustaining. Reggie worked in the school, helping the younglings learn mathematics and writing.

"Are you busy tonight?" Julie asked one day.

"Am I ever?"

Julie scowled at him. "Well you seem to be bonding with the music teacher, Luke, and the dance teacher Alex, I figured maybe you three would have friendly plans."

"Luke's mate Bobby is ill, so he has to attend to him tonight. Alex has a date with Willie, the art teacher. I'm all yours," Reggie replied.

"I like the sound of that," Julie purred, making Reggie blush. Since they landed, Julie had been subtly flirting, but never took it further, so neither did Reggie. Maybe he should go about changing that, and agreed to meet Julie there in a few hours.

It never really got dark in the colony, there was always the hum of the artificial lights, even as they dimmed for evening time. Enough to see, so Reggie didn't trip as Julie pulled him towards the gardens that night. Past the blooming trees, laden with fruit, past the rows of sprouting carrots and onions.

They stopped at a little alcove, it was pitch black aside from a faint beam of light from the hallway they travelled down, and Julie pushed Reggie to sit. Then flicked a button, and the metal wall before them seemed to open, showing off the sprawling night sky before them. "Wow," Reggie said in a hushed whisper. "I've never seen so many stars."

"They're so different from the ones back home, but still beautiful," Julie said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "We'll just have to make up new constellations I suppose."

Reggie pointed to a cluster of stars to their right, "That one is Dahlia, after your favourite flower."

Julie grinned up at him and pointed to another, "That one is Solo, after your hero."

"He does deserve his own space in the heavens," Reggie admitted. They kept naming constellations, breathless with laughter as the reasoning grew sillier and sillier.

Julie giggled, then turned her face up towards his, a faint trace of heat radiating from her skin. Reggie gently tucked a curl behind her ear. "They're beautiful Julie, thank you for sharing them with me. But... you're still the brightest star in the whole galaxy."

Julie's only response was to pull him down for a kiss, sweet and glorious, and Reggie didn't care much for the view beside him after that, all he needed were the stars reflecting in Julie's eyes.

[crimswnred]

How would li’s have met outside of the villa?

OK, so, since my bff @i-boop-you already answered a pretty similar ask for every s2 and s4 islander, I’m doing my favorites for this one.

TIM

Tim is a DJ, so I’m leaning towards they meeting during one of his gigs. So, I’m thinking maybe during a party? An uni party, to be specific. MC catches his eyes instantly, she is, with no doubt, the hottest girl there and they keep stealing glances at each other. We know Tim is anything but shy, so he WILL shoot his shot, making his way to her as soon as he can leave his booth or maybe nodding his head at her with that cocky smile that shows his dimples. 

They flirt like that all night and you know that he’s leaving with her contacts. I think MC would give him her Instagram handle and they would be liking each other’s pics before him get to slid into her DMs (not longer than the end of the week, that’s for sure.) And finally, he would ask her on a date.

TALIA

Ok, so, Talia says she likes going to music shops and I headcanon her to be a vinyl kinda gal, you know? So, picture this:

Man, is raining and cold outside, you just found this little shop that sells some old and rare vinyls and you had to check it out. Plus, it will keep you safe as the world is ending outside. There’s not too many costumers and a really soft song is playing in the background. 

You found a really rare vinyl of a band you just can’t get enough off. You went to the band’s concerts, have signed shirts, cds, posters. You go to grab the vinyl and your hands brush with someone else. She’s she most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. You two laugh at the situation and talk about the band a little before changing info and agreeing for going to grab some coffee some day (meaning tomorrow.)

BOBBY

I truly had to keep myself from writing that the destiny made them meet because I’m a hopeless romantic, anon, but you deserve better than that, so… 

As a hospital caterer, it makes me lean to MC being sick or recovering from a surgery or something and he’s the one bringing her food. She likes him and she keeps telling her friends about the cute and funny freckled boy. Soon enough they’ll be crushing on each other and he’s bringing her especial things.

Don’t tell anyone this, lass but I brought you a cupcake.

He makes her laugh, keeps her happy while she stays there and when she recovers he is kind of sad ‘cause he thinks they’ll never see each other again but that’s when she asks him for his number.

KASSAM

Since I made Tim the DJ gig, I’m giving Kassam a spin.

He’s really reserved, shy and quiet, so I cannot help but making his MCs sunshine on earth. I think she would be the one to drag him around if anything. I have two MCs for him and them both are so opposite to him that somehow they match perfectly. You know, that pic of the two houses, one pink the other black? That’s the vibe I’m going for.

So, since Kassam is a little more successful than Tim (assuming Tim never went to Love Island and blew up, that it) I think he’ll need a team and I’m making MC part of that team. She’s always talking with everyone, about everything and just being this ball of positivity that makes Kassam sick.

He really thinks she’s annoying and sooo fake but then she starts helping him. Some minions band-aids when he cuts his finger accidentally, some encouraging words before he hops on stage, some hot chocolate when it’s too cold and he needs to be warm because he’s sick… that makes his cold heart melt and he’s cheeks turn pink and the butterflies, man…

CARL

Ok, so many possibilities. Maybe his family is sending him in a bunch of blind dates (is that a thing, still, or did a watch too many k-dramas?) But here’s what I thought

Having a really full schedule, I think Carl would have little to no time for dating. Maybe he has an account on Tinder but I’m guessing he barely checks it. Even so, somehow, he always manage to sneak to his favorite coffee shop to work in peace without the others' commotion.

Is a really quiet place where he can hide in the same little spot in the corner. The same girl always takes his orders and with time she doesn’t even need to ask him what he wants anymore, she just brings him. She is quite chattery sometimes but he never minded her, even though normally he would hate that when he’s working. One day, he decides to ask her one of his hard level riddles and when, after an hour, she comes back with the right answer, he feels something.

AJ

My baby girl is a flirt. She’s always flirting with them other girls, making them giggle and twirl their hair. She’s also a ray of sunshine and has this Golden Retriever energy all around her.

I’m thinking a classic here. AJ plays hockey for her uni team, so she needs to keep her grades above average but god bless her, she’s a little behind in one of her classes, so her professor tells her she needs a tutor, and that’s when MC enters. 

But MC is like so not like the other girls, you know? She doesn’t like the flirt (yeah, she does, but she keeps it to herself). She doesn’t like jocks (again, she is a terrible liar ‘cause of course she does). But even so, she ends up falling for it and AJ falling for her. God is a woman and AJ found her. (Love you King Princess)

ANGIE

ANGIE SCREAMS FRIENDS TO LOVERS. So, I’m thinking, a work colleague? Or maybe someone she partied with on one of her rare days off. What matters the most is that they were friends at first, definitely. And MC is the reason Angie has a full on gay crisis (quoting Heartstopper? Yeah I am) and goes, WELL MAYBE I LIKE GIRLS. 

And soon enough it all makes sense, you know, why boys were never her thing to begin with. Why she’s always boycotting her relationships. And why she keeps daydreaming about kissing one of her best friends.

When she finally founds the courage to tell her, MC giggles and say “It took you too long” and they kiss and it’s fireworks, butterflies, angels singing. 

Romance peaked.

[litgwritersroom]

The Bobby McKenzie Couple Alphabet

A = Activities. What does he like to do as a couple?

Mario Kart; having friends over; road trips; karaoke. Nights out are his favourite, and he wants to be with a girl who loves his mates and they love her. He's not into sport, but he'll happily go along because it's a social event. Literally anything social; he craves people around him, so hanging out with each other's families is also something he'd love. Board games? Blanket forts? He's certified Uncle Bobby, whether blood or not.

B = Beauty. What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

When he's in love, he's in near constant adoration. From the little things like the way she laughs at his jokes, his heart picking up at seeing her all dressed up, and then again when she's all dressed down in sweatpants and his t-shirt. He'll remember the shape of her birthmark, the trails of her freckles, the exact spots she's ticklish.

He knows it's there. It's like when you have a book you love so much you have it memorised; you keep rereading it and discovering new lines, and different interpretations, making you fall in love with the book again.

C = Comfort. How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Words of affirmation and plenty of cuddles, really will listen to her to figure out what she needs from him, and will do whatever that is. Everyone's comfort in a situation like this is different, so it's all about figuring out what's right for her. Is it quiet? Is it stillness? Is it someone to hole their hand? He'll do whatever. Once they're somewhere she can feel safe again, he's already planning on baking up a batch of cupcakes.

D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Since probably day three, he's been picking MC as a mum. He's absolutely dreaming about them doing lame family holiday stuff. Without fail, the thought alone makes his heart flutter. That little family dream is complete with him running his own bakery, the kids sitting around one table as they wait for the place to close up, doing their homework, their parents flirting as they tidy up for the end of the day. Together, they all head back home to the nice house with the dog waiting. The dog is called something like Biscuit, Fudge, Cocoa, Jelly, or Pudding.

E = Excitement - How does he express excitment?

He gets loud, excitable, like a kid who's had too much sweets; he can't help himself, but to touch her constantly, can't keep his eyes off of her, always checking in, checking she's looking back at him, laughing along, having a good time around him. He's cracking joke after joke just so she'll look at him as much as he's looking at her.

F = Fights. Would they find it easy to forgive their s/o? How would they fight?

Fight: he sulks for a bit. But also he's flighty. He needs space to clear his head. And he sometimes says and does things he'll regret in order to get that space. Hot Take / Unpopular Opinion: Bobby would have slept on the daybeds post-Dylan. But would have done an Em's Bruno and come to his senses a few hours later.

He probably tries to fix things on his own at first. He hates fighting so he tries to change the conversation/ distract them. Mostly, he'll jump for conclusions and misunderstandings are very common with him. He needs to learn to talk things through first.

G = Gratitude. How grateful are they in general? And if so, how aware are they of what their s/o does for them?

Bakes, bakes, and bakes. He'll give her plenty of tasty treats, and then even really show his gratitude by doing some eating of his own. So long as someone is eating out, he's a happy boy.

H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yes. Bobby feels a real urge to not burden people with his issues. He's forged an identity as 'the fun one' that 'never takes anything too seriously', so when things start to get heavy he starts feeling like people aren't going to want him around. However, as he grows closer to his s/o, those walls will come crumbling down. While he may not broach the subject, he'll certainly let his s/o know that it's there as he gets comfortable enough to open up.

On the flip side, though, he also loves to surprise her. Picture him being way too excited and spoiling her present before she opens it, but also being able to keep a surprise party a secret for weeks because he knows its important. Quote: That's why his hair is so big, its full of secrets.

I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Likes to bring out the best in one another. It makes him happy to know he's trying to be a better person for her, and to know she's doing the same back.

He also listens to the little things his s/o says and thinks of ways to turn them into recipes. "You said that you really liked that elderflower and lime cordial they had at that party so I made you an elderflower and lime tart. Can you tell me if its weird?"

J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

When they begin, he'd get jealous, though he'd never show it, and never admit to it, but as the relationship grows, he learns he's got nothing to fear, and that jealousy would disappear, letting him be the cool and collected Bobby he always wants to be.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

He initiates first. He likes to hold her by the hips, steady and close. When he kisses, it's one where you can feel him smiling, the warmth just radiating through in touch alone, like he almost can't believe his luck.

His secret weapons for a deeper, more passionate kiss, is biting her lip, softly at first, and adding more oomph as it kicks in; when the tongue slips out, that's when it really gets fiery. He pulls her in close, gripping her by her waist. Every kiss of desire is followed by a second, shorter, sweet peck, leading to a smile, which, with Bobby, could lead into a joke.

Even when he's being serious, he's making her laugh. He kisses to leave an impact.

L = Love - Who says 'I love you' first?

Bobby for sure. He's blurting it out in a fit of love, being entirely overwhelmed by how he's feeling in that moment, like she's a ray of sunshine giving him all the life in the world.

He might regret not making it special and just blurting it out in the moment, but to her, the gesture is genuine and that just makes her love it more.

M = Memory - What's their favourite memory together?

The moment they realised they were falling in love. In moments from catching them with frosting on their nose in the kitchen, dancing and being silly, wearing fuzzy socks with the music turned up too loud, to seeing her meet his family, and the first time he saw her holding a baby and realised that this was it, this was the start of the family he would make for himself, with this person.

And the moment he realised that he'd gone past the the point of falling, and that this was it for him.

N = Nose - Boop?

Boopiest of boops. Boop King, and the requirement of being Mrs Bobby McKenzie is being the Boop Queen. Boop? Boop.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Orange, like the sunset and the sunrise, that bright glow bleeding into an rainbow of purples, blues, and pinks like a perfect twilight. It brings memories of when they met, of that feeling of being content and not needing anything more than what's in front of you in the moment. Orange in particular glows bright in his mind as the colour of summer, of the breeze, of the challenges, the dates, seeping into each and every memory.

P = Pet Names - What do they call their s/o?

There is no one right answer to this, so we each came up with one favourite each. Lass, Princess, and in the shame corner is Bia, with Daddy (she's Daddy).

Expect a whole array of cute little names at random times. He is not above dropping the occasional baby, bae, or sweetheart, too.

Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Some would consider his baking a quirk. But another weird one? All those years of decorating intricate cupcakes has given him an extremely steady hand. Need someone to thread a needle? Get a splinter out?

Also, canon that he gives great massages. All those hours kneading dough have certainly come through for him.

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Bobby is super romantic but not forced romance. He purely is. Love takes him away and it's a great part of his life. He is both cliché and creative. He doesn’t do it because he has to but because he can’t exist if he’s not making her smile.

S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Without a doubt. Bobby is encouraging, supportive, and invested.

T = Thrill - Would they try out new things to spice up the relationship?

Wide open. Receiving. Spread out, even. If she's got a fantasy, he will do it. She doesn't even have to ask. He is up for trying anything once, even if it scares him a little, and if he’s genuinely comfortable, he’d be open to suggesting a few rather risky moves.

He never thought he'd be into spanking a girl, but the first time she sucked in air through her teeth at the pain, he was hooked. He's never felt more powerful. It's addictive to him. And if she's open to exploring that further, he could definitely have a rough side he's willing to let loose. His more dominating side is something that would need to be coaxed out of him by someone he trusts and can be open with.

U = Urgency - What are they like in an emergency that involved their s/o?

During an emergency, Bobby shows his protective side. You might see a Bobby you've never met when his loved one is endangered. He will be raging if she's afraid, stuck or hurt, and he'll straight up carry her princess style to the nearest hospital. If it's something more complex, he'll definitely want to help and will seek more experienced voices to guide him, like an older friend or family member

V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Bobby lives to love. It’s the biggest part of him, and it just pours through without him even meaning to. Does this even really need to be addressed? It is EVERYTHING to him. This is the kind of love he's waited his whole life for, and he knows how lucky he is to have found it. It's the be all and end all for him; he prioritises her above everything else in his life. Some people might think that's excessive, but that's just him. He's all in.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He has lipbalms all around his apartment, because he keeps seeing new flavours he wants to try. She'll randomly kiss him and one day he tastes like cherries, the next it's mandarin.

X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sends everything and anything. Expect a row of kisses in his send off one day and nothing the next. Random pics with no text? Memes? Garth Brooks eating a bowl of corn on the beach dressed as a pastor? Sure! Can be super cute with his messages, but also very goofy. Just enjoys the thought that whatever he’s messaging will bring a smile to their face.

And if they're spending the night apart, he'll always end with an 'i love you, goodnight', and as soon as he opens his eyes the next morning, he's got his phone in hand ready to be the first person to tell her good morning.

Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Badly. Curls up into a ball and misses her terribly like he did in Casa Amor, completely disappearing from the lives going on around him. The type to message a lot if she doesn't find that sort of thing annoying. On the clingy side for sure. Will check out all her socials for the slightest updates in a regular fashion. May even get in his own head that he's maybe being a tad creepy, so backs off, but then when he gets the first sign of life from her his brain completely melts.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely. He'll go to the ends of the earth for her. Including moving overseas. He'll be extremely nervous about leaving Scotland, but he's always up for an adventure as long as its with her.

[expectos-writings]

Hey 👋 another Bobby x female reader from the spicy list #136 and #137 please and thank you 🙏

(A/n: sorry it took so long, BUT I made it extra long and spicy to make up for it ahahaha, hope this lives up to the expectations)

Only fans (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 2570

Rating: M

Summary: When your landlord Bobby find out he is subscribed to your only fans, he pays you a visit. (Only fans!Reader and slut shaming ahead)

It started as a normal night for you, just cooking up dinner in your shitty apartment. You had paid your rent early this month because you had made a great sum of money in the past few weeks. At first it was hard scraping together money to pay the bills.

That is until you discovered only fans.

It wasn’t something you were particularly proud of or anything, but damnit it sure got you a lot of money. You didn’t really have a steady job, just some cleaning jobs here and there, barely enough to keep the lights on. You always made sure never to post your face so no one would find out it was you behind the pictures.

You were in your comfy outfit, just panties and an oversized shirt. Since moving to Florida you hadn’t made any friends and the contact with your parents was not great either. That is why you were quite surprised when you heard a loud knock on your door.

‘Who is it?’ you yelled, thinking it was probably another drunk tenant who accidentally banged on the wrong door once again and you didn’t want to risk leaving your dinner alone.

‘It’s me, doll.’ A familiar voice answers from behind the door. What the hell could Bobby possibly need from you at this hour? You had paid your bills and made sure not the be a nuisance last month, but his voice drew you in anyways. You turn of the stove and go to answer the door.

Bobby, who usually had his working attire on, was now in his jeans and a scrunched up button up shirt, the top few buttons still open revealing a small patch of chest hair. The interactions you had previously had with him were brief, but not at all unpleasant. Usually, it was some flirting back and forth in the hallways but never more.

‘What do you want?’ you ask shortly, the look on his face made you uneasy. He looked mad, and you could not think of one reason why he would be angry with you.

‘Just a question, and I need you to answer honestly. What do you do for a living?’

Shit.

His question caught you off guard. You were not ready to tell anyone what you did online for money. If possible, you would never tell anyone about it.

‘That’s none of your business, handsome.’ You say eying him up and down, his feral state was something you’d never seen before but damnit, it was attractive as hell.

‘You suddenly come to me early in the month, hand me a full months worth of rent in cash, and expect me to not ask any questions?’ he raises one eyebrow. You shift from one foot to the other, he had a point there.

‘Why, is it a bad thing I paid you a bit early?’ you try and divert the question back to him.

‘This may not be a reputable neighbourhood, sweetheart, but there are some boundaries I have to set.’ He takes out his phone from his pocket. You lean against the doorframe, thinking ‘what is he going to come up with now?’.

But nothing in your brain could have prepared you for the picture he showed you.

It was one of your own pictures from your only fans. But there is no way he could know it is you, right?

‘Bobby, if you came up here just to tell me you subscribed to someone’s only fans I swear to…’ but he is quick to cut you off.

‘Doesn’t that lamp right there on the picture look familiar to you?’ he continuous. You mentally slap yourself in the face. You had never paid any mind to the backgrounds. But there, clear as day, was your bedside lamp. Why did you have to get that dinosaur shaped lamp…

‘So, you came here to tell me you subscribed to MY only fans?’ you smirk, thinking you got him cornered now.

‘What you do in your spare time is your choice, darling. It is however required that I know what your profession is and how you pay the bills. Besides that, I can’t have my appartements getting a bad reputation because of you.’ His voice is stern but laced with something darker. His words annoy you to no end, why does he even think he gets to have a say in what you do?

‘First off all, I’m flattered by your donations to my rent.’ He rolls his eyes at your comment and is ready to retaliate, but you’re not done yet. ‘Secondly, you are not required to know shit about my side jobs in my spare time. My profession is cleaning lady, this is just a good paying hobby. Third, your appartement have a reputation already and your know it!’ you say pointing at him. ‘And last, why would you care so much?’ you cock your head to the side.

Bobby’s nostrils are flaring. You had pushed just the right buttons to make him angry, but he had nothing to retaliate with. He knows he was wrong to call you out on this, and that it was a bad idea to go to your place. he finds no words to answer the question you left him with. His eyes drop down to your chest, your hard nipples poking the fabric. He lets out a grown of frustration and does the only thing he could think of.

His lips are on yours in seconds, the force knocking you back inside you appartement. One of Bobby’s hands grabs your arm to keep you steady whilst the other closes the door behind him. at first you were surprised by his boldness, but quickly you recovered yourself. You returned the kiss, biting down his bottom lip when you start to feel out of breath. You part from him batting your eyes innocently.

‘I think you’re just jealous, aren’t you?’ you say trying to provoke him even further.

‘What makes you say that, Y/n?’ he says in an annoyed voice, his pupils dilated in the dim light of your living room.

‘I think you had your eye on me for some time now, and the thought of other people BESIDES you paying to see my body is something you can’t stand.’ You smirk.

‘You wanna play it like that? I can play like that.’ Is all he says before he picks you up by the waist to carry you to your bedroom. And fuck, he is incredibly strong, you can feel the muscles in his arms as he walks the both of you to your room. Because he is a manager by profession, you had expected him to be more dominant. There were many nights when you were alone masturbating to the thought of him dominating you. But never had you thought that a stupid piece of furniture would be the cause for his display of dominance. That, combines with his strength, made heat pool low in your stomach.

He practically threw you down on your bed.

‘what was the picture you made the most money from?’ He asks, taking out his phone.

‘Oh, do you have a subscription?’ you ask as casually as possible

‘Answer the question, doll.’

You take his phone and scroll through the pictures, each one obscener than the last. Your face becomes even redder scrolling through them. You pause for a moment before clicking on the picture which gave you enough to pay the next two months of rent. You hand him his phone back. Bobby stares at the picture, the looks at you, then back to the picture.

‘Now pose for me.’ He demands.

His request takes you by surprise.

‘What?’

‘You heard me. Pose for me. You seem to know how to judging by this picture.’ He shows it to you again, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘you have the picture right there, is that not enough?’ you tease, pushing his patience to the limit.

'It's always better to see the art in person, that's what exhibitions are for.' It is a clever remark from Bobby, but you weren’t one to submit easily.

'In an exhibition you don't get to touch the artwork.'

'This isn't a proper exhibition either is it.'

You pose as in the picture, sitting up against the pillows at your headboard. You get comfy first and then your fingers slide down your body to grab the hem of your sweater, pulling it up slowly to reveal your breasts. You keep your eyes locked with his when you open your legs like in the picture, you can feel the cold night air hitting the now wet spot on your panties. His eyes dart down to your chest, taking in the sight before him. then his eyes travel further down your body to your parted legs, feet on the bed and knees bent.

‘You’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me.’

His confidence makes you shy now, and the position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. He is eying you like you’re his prey. Your hands move your sweater up to cover you blush.

‘don’t cover your face, I want to see you.’

Then he starts to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. The thought of him masturbating to your pictures before even knowing it was you turned you on even more. He quickly throws his shirt to the ground, his pants following suit leaving him in just his boxers when he crawls onto the bed to position himself between your legs.

‘Take it off now.’ He demands pointing at your shirt. You obey instantly, throwing it to the side of the bed. Then his arms grab your ankles and pull you down so your head is resting on the pillows. Then he leans forwards to reconnect your lips. He moves one hand to your chest, tugging harshly at one of your nipples.

‘Bet you like this, don’t you? You’re just a slut waiting to be fucked by someone who can dominate you, aren’t you?’ his clothed pelvis rubs against yours, and you can feel his raging boner pushing apart your folds even through two layers of fabric.

‘Yes.’ You choke out pathetically as Bobby moves his head down to bite the other nipple. His action makes you moan out his name, which makes him groan and his cock twitch in return.

Then suddenly all the friction is gone when he sits back up on his knees, ripping off your panties in one swift movement.

‘Touch yourself, show me how you like it.’ Bobby’s voice is stern yet soft. One of your hands drift down to your nipple and the other to your core. Your fingers stroke through your folds a few times before finding your clit. You could feel how wet you were, your juices covering most of your fingers and quite probably dripping down on the bed. Bobby inhales sharply at the sight, quickly discarding his boxers and taking his cock in his hands to stroke it slowly, giving it a bit of relief.

'Al those people looking at your pictures, pretending you were there while they jerk off alone in their rooms. And here you are, spread out in front of me and touching yourself like the slut you are' your fingers are rubbing rough and quick circles on your clit, and you can feel pressure building up in your belly. His words could have been enough to sent you into an early release, but Bobby saw the way your body reacted, your pussy clenching around nothing, and quickly slapped your hand away. Then with one hand he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head on the bed.

You move your him up, trying to grind down onto his leg if possible, but he stayed well out of reach for that.

‘No no, you haven’t made it easy for me Y/n, now you gotta beg for it.’ He looks into your eyes, a playful look visible.

Your brain is fogged with lust by now, and it is hard to find the words.

‘please..’ is all you get out, looking pathetic under his display of strength.

Bobby takes his cock in his other hand and moves it from your entrance you your clit, the contact makes you moan out.

‘Please what?’ he teases. Your eyes open to meet his. One last push and you have him exactly where you want him.

‘Please fuck me, Bobby.’

And indeed, those words make him snap. He lets out a groan that classifies as feral when he suddenly pushes his cock inside you. The stretch stings a bit at first because of his enormous length but it turns into pleasure just as quick. You were already so incredibly wet that Bobby has no issue sliding into you to the hilt immediately, not even waiting for you to adjust before he starts the roughly fuck you into the mattress. Your hands move up to scratch his back, making sure to leave marks so big that he’ll have to wear a shirt all day tomorrow. One of his hands was now on your side for stability whilst the other grips your hips so he can thrust into you harder. The headboard slams against the wall, and you pray your neighbour is out for dinner now.

Both of you are panting, the pace Bobby had set was ruthless. His cock hitting all the right spots inside you every thrust. His lips latch onto your neck when you arch your back, pleasure steadily building in your core now. Bobby licks and sucks on your neck searching for that one sensitive spot. Then when you let out a particularly load moan he knows he has found it and continues to suck a big hickey into your neck as retaliation for to marks you scratched into his back.

You feel yourself coming closer to your release.

‘Ah, fuck, Bobby, I’m close…’ you manage to moan out. He smirks in response.

‘You like it like this, don’t you?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. ‘You like it when someone fucks you roughly, like you deserve.’ Then he moves down to your neck again to once again bite the now sore and sensitive spot on your neck.

‘Cum for me, Y/n.’ he whispers in your ear. His words push you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his cock when he keeps fucking you trough your orgasm. The moans you let out when he doesn’t stop his pace push him to quicken his pace even further. You see your vision becoming blurry, pleasure overcoming your whole being. The look of utter euphoria on your face and the fluttering of your cunt around his cock pushes Bobby over the edge too, he quickly pulls out of you and shoots his seed all over your stomach and tits.

Then Bobby moves to lay next you whilst you both catch your breaths for a moment. Then he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a few cleaning tissues to help you get cleaned up.

‘So, does that mean I get rent reduction now?’ you ask him with a playful smile.

‘Sure, when you pay me back my subscription for the past months.’ He smiles back before placing another, this time softer, kiss on your lips.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

it’s been 2 years since jatp came out and ya girl is feeling sad today. i went through my google drive again since i missed wip wednesday last week (and went in a different direction this week) and found the oldest jatp fic idea i came up with (from november 2020 rip) and thought today was a good day to share it.

i don’t remember when it occurred to me that our three favorite ghosts missed the entirety of warped tour but it must’ve been around the same time i came up with this idea (i know i made a post about it but i can’t be bothered to find it), because they would’ve fucking loved warped tour.

so. enjoy three idiots falling in love during warped tour (plus bobby who loves them all but Not Like That). (also sorry this plotline is far less detailed than usual, i meant to go back and flesh it out but. i didn’t.)

so if they play the orpheum in 1995 then by all accounts they get signed to an indie label sometime that year (bc it's about the MUSIC yes ok luke we get it) and spend the rest of 95/maybe part of 96 recording an album and going on tour as a supporting act for … someone?? idk it doesn't really matter

BUT WHAT DOES MATTER IS THAT AT SOME POINT THEY GO ON WARPED TOUR FOR THE WHOLE SUMMER and their record label gets them a big ol tour bus bc by that point they're probably doing fairly well all things considered??

so the actual year they go on warped tour doesn't really matter bc the lineup was absolutely WILD back in the day but let's just say it's maybe like 1997 or something so they're at least 19 years old??

while on warped tour luke and reggie (and also bobby but lbr this ain't about him ok) probably hook up with their fair share of girls and are always flirting up a storm meanwhile alex like kind of tries to talk to guys but is really awkward and nervous about it because nobody else is like Out and he doesn't want to get into any bad situations!! so like he kind of starts to pull back from hanging out with the others in the evenings and makes excuses so he doesn't have to be around the other guys while they're flirting it up!

until one night when luke and reggie actually realize that alex is just disappearing every night and going to the bus by himself and being weird and alone so they follow him back and try to find out what's going on but alex is like no guys it's fine i'm fine you don't have to babysit me but they refuse to take no for an answer until alex finally admits that he's just feeling a little left out is all because they're all getting to just be normal and he doesn't feel like he can do the same :(

so then luke and reggie decide to become his wingmen (despite alex's many objections) and make it their mission to find someone for alex to hook up with!!

but of course it doesn't go according to plan and they end up encouraging alex to go up to this one guy who turns out to be very much NOT gay and he starts roughing alex up bc he's obviously a huge jerk and so luke and reggie get involved and luke ends up getting punched in the face and so reggie and alex take him back to the bus to clean him up and reggie runs off to get supplies which leaves alex and luke alone and alex starts to apologize because he thinks this is all his fault and he never should've agreed to any of this!! and luke obviously is like no wtf this is absolutely not your fault it's MY fault i never should've encouraged you to go after that guy he's clearly an asshole and you deserve better!!!

and maybe alex gets a lil bashful and sorta sad bc he hasn't told the other guys this but he actually hasn't kissed a guy before!!! and when he tells luke this he's like ok but you deserve to have a first kiss with someone who really cares about you which then ofc this ends up with luke and alex kissing bc reasons.

but then reggie comes back and is very confused about what's happening but then also is very (horny) upset that he wasn't involved!! "is this what we're doing now???" and when alex and luke try to explain that it didn't really mean anything he just deflates and looks very sad about it which only leads to more questions and then reggie admits that he's sad about being left out because if they're going to experiment with each other then he feels like he should at least be present for it!! (and also involved bc reggie has to be involved in everything) (he's just a grumpy baby when he's left out ok) and so then alex is like "wait… you want to kiss me?? and luke??" and reggie's just like "IDK MAYBE YEAH I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW BUT THAT WAS HOT SO LIKE DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY"

and thus the ot3 is born and they start lowkey hooking up with each other but at first it's probably just making out and maybe some over-the-clothes touching for a week and then it progresses to more touching and probably hand jobs or something idk we'll work it out later.

but they don't tell bobby bc it's not really a Thing it's just something that happens sometimes but obv eventually he probably catches them in an awkward position and they fully expect him to blow up at them or something but in reality he's just like ".........ok so this is a thing?" and then they sort of have to admit that yeah it's a thing and he's like "ok cool i'm definitely straight so you guys just… do you. or each other. whatever." and just like leaves lol

[lov3nerdstuff]

Virtual Strangers {Part 2}

*Tom Hiddleston x reader*

Parts: 2/10

Words: 6.3k

Summary: When you first replied to a stray text message that was accidentally sent to you from an unknown number, you couldn't have known who the virtual stanger on the other end was, or would be. You couldn't have known that he was soon to become your very best friend and steady companion. You couldn't have known that you would fall for him quite as deeply as you did. You couldn't have known. After all, you had never even seen a glimpse of each other, nor heard the other's voice. You only ever conversed through text messages, even if you did so every day and every night. You couldn't have known that you would fall for a stranger, who you knew even better than yourself. Even if you did not know his name. Yet there is another question that remains unspoken: If you really are best friends and even live in the same city, why does he not want to meet you in person?

~virtual strangers to friends to lovers~

A.N.: What exactly are you getting from this story, you ask? An online friendship-turned-romance? Check. Flirting via texts? Check. Annoyed yet overly supportive publicist and friend Luke? Check. Literary references to classical literature and plays? Check. Bobby being adorable and a valid character in the story? Check. Just the right twinge of angst? Check. Humour? Check. Fluff? Check. Super long chapters because I just can't be bothered to keep it short? Hell yeah.

Find Part 1 here! All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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When you woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm, you couldn't help inwardly cursing yourself for always staying up so bloody late. When you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to turn the annoying sound off however, your barely open eyes fell upon the little icon telling you that you had received a new message, and your mind finally caught up again with the reason for your staying up late. The texts exchanged with T, the discussion about Shakespeare… The best conversation you'd had in forever. Blinking, you felt more awake in an instant as you sat up in your bed, rubbing your tired eyes before you finally opened the messaging app with a smile on your face.

T: 'I am very glad to have made your bad day a little bit better; that might just be my only true accomplishment of the day. Or the only one that matters, at least. Believe it or not, I was also not having the best night before I happened upon you, and I would be a fool to deny that our conversation has thoroughly turned my week around. I am very inclined to keep on talking, or rather writing to you, Y/n. After all, we haven't even started on the Sonnets yet ;) But for now, indeed, let that be goodnight.'

Your smile turned just a tad brighter while you read the message a second time, just to make sure your sleep fogged brain hadn't misinterpreted anything. But no, the meaning was still the same: T had enjoyed your conversation quite as much as you had, and he wasn't opposed to keeping on texting about sundry and the world. Well, about Shakespeare and literature. But that was what you had connected over after all, and the prospect of actually having someone to share your thoughts on the matter with was exciting enough to keep the smile on your face even as you crawled out of the comfort of your bed to get ready for the day.

It was only when you stuffed your laptop back into your work bag and put on your coat and shoes that the smile was slowly replaced by a frown. Would you come off as a creep if you texted back right away? As desperate or annoyingly clingy perhaps? Should you wait until tonight, or even worse, until another day before sending another message? Gods, those were questions people would usually ask themselves when it came to dating, not casual intellectual encounters with virtual strangers. But you couldn't help feeling torn about what to do, and that didn't change even in the slightest during your hasty commute to work. Hadn't T said he wasn't much of a texting person anyway? Just because he wanted to keep talking to you didn't automatically mean he would want to keep constantly talking to you, like you had done last night. But you really didn't want to wait half a week to say the exact same things you would much rather just say right away. So it was either suppressing the surprisingly strong impulse to talk to him now to be safe in terms of social standards, or to go for it and possibly upset him. Ugh… You didn't know what to do. Only five minutes prior to your seminar, you finally got a grip on yourself and decided to test the waters of the new day with something short and innocuous.

Y: 'I'm glad to hear that I made your evening a bit better as well! I hope you've still managed to reach out to the guy you originally meant to text nonetheless, by now. I'll just assume he didn't want to talk Sonnets with you then, seeing as that honour's been left to me ;) have a nice day!'

That was inconspicuous, yet prompting enough to allow a conversation to start into either direction, should T fancy to pick it up from here. This would have to do, for now. Right? Or should you make it clearer that you would enjoy his virtual company even on a more… constant basis? Geez, you were just being too much again. Like always. But you still felt somewhat proud of yourself for being clingy with your new acquaintance without sounding clingy, and in the contentment of that knowledge you slipped your phone into your bag for the time being and finally started your class.

… … …

Tom woke up to the seemingly incessant sound of his phone vibrating on his wooden nightstand, ringing harshly in his ears like a chainsaw in the process of demolishing his entire bedroom. A low growl started somewhere deep in his chest long before he was able to phrase any actual words of vain protest, and when thought became a possibility at last, he wondered who on earth would wake him up this bloody early. He usually was an early riser by nature, so if something or someone woke him up before his time, it logically had to be at a crazy hour still. Only that he'd made those calculations under the premise that he went to bed at a reasonable hour, and since last night had been anything but reasonable, the glimpse at the time he got when he unlocked his phone all but woke him up the remaining bit. Ten o'clock and counting… well, fuck.

With a groan he dropped his phone onto his bed and removed himself from the very piece of furniture simultaneously, hurrying first to the bathroom, then the wardrobe and finally down the stairs into the open hallway where Bobby was already waiting by the door with a reproachful glance up at his master.

"I know I know, I'm sorry!" Tom sighed defeatedly while he tried to somehow put on his shoes and clasp the leather leash onto his impatient companion's collar at once. Half a minute later they were out the door and on their way to the park, all as ever, only a good two hours later than was usual for off-work days. What a great start to the day… Tom scoffed quietly and shook his head to himself. At least Bobby seemed to have forgiven him for the delay as soon as they'd been outside, but his own mind was still on edge nevertheless. Did he have any meetings or tasks scheduled for today? No, nothing that he knew of. That was something, at least. He would have to check his phone that was still buried deeply somewhere under his sheets once he returned home nonetheless, in case Luke had called, but otherwise he would have the day off.

Speaking of his phone… now that he had the time to think about it, he wondered whether you had sent him a new message already, or if perhaps you weren't that kind of person at all. The kind who grew instantly and overly attached to the few select people who had managed to catch your interest, to the point of wanting to give them an infinite amount of attention and hoping for much the same in return. The kind he knew himself to be. Would you be like that as well? Or were you someone who texted casually with some dozen people at once, replying to some messages and to others not, always a couple of days in between? Tom found himself hoping for the former, but feared that it would rather end up being the latter.

Oh well… At least he wasn't so far gone in the haze of fame that he expected everyone and anyone to reply to him immediately all the time just because he supposedly was someone. No, he knew enough people who acted like that, and he never ceased to be repelled by such behaviour. For him, it was more of a deeply rooted wish to be thought of, to not be forgotten. To mean something to someone, not to be someone to others. So if you hadn't replied by the time he got home, he would force himself to accept that and adapt to your pace of conversation instead. He didn't know a thing about texting, after all… Perhaps it would be a good thing to let you take the lead.

That in return gave him all the more reason to smile when he finally did check his phone upon his arrival at home, to find not one, but two new messages from you. (And he also found the inevitable text from Dave that there was no news on the script yet, but in the light of hearing from you again, Tom found himself almost alright with the lack of progress at the work front for once.) Thus smiling to himself, he now made his way into the kitchen for some much needed tea and breakfast, and finally opened the messaging app.

Y: 'I'm glad to hear that I made your evening a bit better as well! I hope you've still managed to reach out to the guy you originally meant to text nonetheless, by now. I'll just assume he didn't want to talk Sonnets with you then, seeing as that honour's been left to me ;) have a nice day!'

Tom let out a huff in amusement at the thought of talking Shakespeare with Dave… what a crazy idea. But he found it remarkable that you even cared about whether or not he had still gotten a hold of the right person after all. That, much like your first few replies last night, spoke of at least some kind of interest in his person beyond just his opinion on old tomes, right? Tom found himself oddly excited by that possibility, as if it was some kind of admirable achievement to be of interest to someone just by being his own silly self, not because he was who he was in public. He shook the thought out of his head for now and made himself go on to read the second message you had sent. That one was only from half an hour ago, and he instantly felt guilty for failing to reply to your first message sooner than that.

Y: 'I mean, we don't have to talk about Sonnets, if you'd rather not… Even though you suggested it yourself, so why wouldn't you want to talk about them, right…? Gah, I'm sorry, I'm just awkward when I'm not sure what to do. I really want to talk to you more, but I also really don't want to annoy you by sending you random messages like this one right here without being asked to or having any reason other than simply wanting to. You'd think someone close to a PhD would know how to handle that, but I realize that I just sound absolutely stupid at the moment, so I'll just shut up now. Sorry.'

While your text made Tom chuckle in amusement, he also couldn't deny that he'd had some of the very same thoughts on his walk with Bobby just before, and that hearing these concerns from you now was oddly relieving in return. Perhaps you were just like him after all… the kind of person who poured themselves into their choices way too quickly, and way too thoroughly. For common standards, at least. Before overthinking things again, he quickly went to type a reply at long last.

T: 'Good morning, Y/n. Or rather, almost good noon! I apologise for not replying any sooner, my morning turned out to be unexpectedly stressful. I really didn't mean to give you the impression that you were annoying me, not at all. On the contrary, I was having very much the same concerns about possibly bothering you if I just texted you out of every whim or fancy I have as you apparently did. People have been telling me for ages that I tend to be too much when I'm not careful to hold back, that intensity and depth of character aren't socially acceptable, that my interest and attention are perceived as exhausting and overwhelming. Perhaps some of the same things have been said to you before as well? I wouldn't know, and you certainly don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But perhaps we can settle this uncertainty on either end by saying that neither will annoy the other by being intense, or random, or truthfully ourselves. Isn't that why we ended up talking quite so deeply and passionately about literature last night in the first place, because neither of us can be like that elsewhere, with anyone else? Perhaps we can allow ourselves to be like that with each other. Would that be alright?'

When Tom read over his message another time before sending it, he realized that it had gotten both quite a bit longer and quite a bit more personal than intended. But it still felt just right like that, ridiculously right even to be himself and forward with his own thoughts for once, and changing anything about the message would only defy the meaning and purpose of everything he had just typed out in the first place. Being truthful without precautions. So he got over his insecurity and hit send in the same determination he had reasoned himself into last night already; with you, he would be himself. He would be T, and the prospect of that alone made him smile to himself yet again. This whole thing was only difficult if he made it to be. And for once, he wouldn't. In that knowledge he dropped his phone on the counter, and finally went to prepare an early lunch instead of breakfast. After all, he could have his tea with that as well.

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You had just talked yourself out of your repeated pattern of reminding yourself that you had made a complete tart out of yourself with your messages to T, when finally your phone's noisy ping made both you and the professor whose office you shared jump out of your seats. The elderly man shot you a mean glare from across the room before returning to his work, while you however just released a low breath and set your phone on mute as quickly as possible. Thank the gods that your colleague had already condemned you anyway, right from the moment he'd been told you would be sharing his office, but that way you at least didn't have to worry about keeping up a reputation with him now.

Your train of thoughts came to a sudden halt when you finally opened the messaging app to read the message T had just sent, and with every word you took in your smile broadened and your day brightened in return. How could coincidences be crazy like that, to let you meet someone who was saying exactly what you were thinking? What were the odds that you would encounter the first and only person to have no problem with your truthful self at all, through a wrong bloody phone number?! It didn't matter… You just felt relieved, and excited about the prospect of being able to speak (or write) your mind whenever you felt like it now. Somehow, you had an inkling that you wouldn't just be talking about Shakespeare after all… Not when you obviously had quite a bit more in common than just your interest for literature. With the lingering smile on your face, you went to reply.

Y: 'That would be more than just alright, T. I'm very happy about this, you should see my stupidly excited face! I've never met someone who also has been told these things, to stop being passionate about matters and instead sit down quietly like a good girl (or boy, I guess). It's both relieving and sad to know that you have gone through that as well. We shouldn't have to hide like that… But I guess we can just let it all out on each other now ;) That sounds great, to be honest. And as far as a stressful morning goes, I do absolutely understand and I'm very much with you on that. I've had an hour-long debate with the printer and the WiFi, and then the bloody coffee maker died on me just out of solidarity with them. By now I believe technology has declared war on me today.'

This time around, it only took him roughly five minutes to answer you, and you had your phone on hand again in an instant.

T: 'I've heard numerous stories of both good people and good printers losing their fight to the unconquerable entity of the mighty WiFi. And your coffee maker sounds like an arse just for betraying you; perhaps try with tea next time, it is said to be a rather loyal companion in dark times.'

You let out an unintentional snort, unable to keep from grinning to yourself even as you felt a fair of eyes mustering you in annoyance from the other end of the room. Shaking your head to yourself, you let work be work and focused on texting back for now instead.

Y: 'You sound terribly British even for a Brit (which I will just assume you are), you know that? I bet you're having your baked beans and eggs on toast with your Earl Grey as a proper early luncheon right now. Probably reading the morning paper all the while?'

T: 'How did you know that? Am I that predictable to you already? ;)'

With the text, he had sent a picture of a wooden table set with precisely the foods and items you had previously described, all neatly arranged to make a rather pretty ensemble. Your lips parted in amusement, and you let out half of a laugh while you replied right away.

Y: 'I believe you’ve just made my day yet again, T… That's actually hilarious, impeccable timing, beautifully set and all. Should I better get used to odd coincidences when it comes to you?'

T: 'Actually, my life is usually rather void of unpredictable circumstances and thus severely lacking any coincidences. Must be entirely your doing, my dear.'

Y: 'There's always more than one party involved in coincidences, and that in return makes for the unpredictable circumstances ;) Haven't you learned about models of communication in whatever degree it is you have quite obviously studied?!'

T: 'I have a degree in classics, actually. Hardly any communication involved in that ;)'

Y: '...A classics degree literally is the study of old languages and cultures, T! I know that as well as you obviously do, seeing as I can spot your sarcasm from miles away right now, and probably also because I sit across the hall from the guys in our own classics department every day.'

T: 'You do?'

Y: 'Yes, well… Classics and English Lit are basically hallmates here at uni. I work for the literature department at one of the colleges while writing my dissertation. Gotta pay for the bloody thing after all, and somehow also stay on top of the bills. You'll already know that, but London really isn't the cheapest place to be living. At least I'm almost done with my doctorate.'

T: 'So that's why you have such an extensive knowledge about literature! I had a vague idea after last night that you might actually be an expert in the field after all ;) I assume you teach as well then, besides doing your research?'

Y: 'Yep… Just undergrad level classes though, which honestly aren't the greatest joy to go through. Usually, there are subzero chances to have a proper discussion about anything other than people's grades.'

T: 'Well, I will do my utmost to be an acceptable surrogate for that vacancy then :) I haven't studied literature in such a scientific regard for too long myself, but I believe we made do with my own, different perspective just fine yesterday.'

Y: 'You aren't just any surrogate, T! If I wanted to hear a scientific opinion I could go two doors down the hall from where I sit and bore myself to death with my colleagues who have read roughly the same texts I have. It would be clinical and technical and without any passion, and more about the work for work's sake than about the subject for its own value. I believe you know what I mean. So you will also have to believe me that I appreciate your specific take and perception way more than any other, scientific or not. On my end we're equals: either both experts, or both idiots. That's your choice ;)'

T: 'I think we have sufficiently proven by now that we can be both at once, and that is something I find rather brilliant. It's a quality I see far too rarely in people. Being an adult these days means being expected to be intelligent, competent and polite in a variety of settings, but for a great deal of people that translates to being restrained, shallow and passionless, or straight out boring in all regards of life. There's nothing wrong with being silly sometimes, or with taking chances just because they might end up being worth it.'

Y: 'Chances like replying to a stray text from a stranger out of an impulse, only to end up finding out that you have more in common with them than with any of your other acquaintances?'

T: 'Yes, that makes for a perfect example ;) And just out of curiosity, do you have many acquaintances to keep up with? I need to know how much of your time I may monopolise, after all ;)'

Y: 'Very funny, T… And no, I don't, actually. I have a few colleagues I sometimes (rarely) tag along with when invited, but otherwise I am best acquainted with my work. It's a vicious circle, really… I work too much because I don't have any friends, and I have no friends because I work too much. So do feel free to monopolise as much of my time as you fancy, it will be most appreciated. How about you?'

T: 'Much the same for me, I'm afraid. I usually am rather busy with work, there's no telling around it… But I do tend to push it to the limits as well, simply because I have little else to do. My acquaintances are usually colleagues in one way or another, and even though I do have a couple hundred of those, I would consider very few of them my friends.'

Before you could reply that you knew the feeling, or wonder how someone could have a couple hundred acquaintances, he sent a second message right after to follow up the first.

T: 'There is someone very special in my life though; my darling and best friend, the reason I get up in the morning and the cause of my delight and despair at once. Someone you will inevitably have to share me with, because he tries incessantly and as hard as he can to monopolise my time indeed.'

You frowned to yourself at the text, feeling both confused and desperately curious just by the way he had phrased that statement. But most of all you found yourself surprised by the fact that you hadn't even considered if T was in a relationship or not. Perhaps even married, with a kid or two! Who knew, after all… And obviously, that special someone in his life was a he as well. Not that you minded in the least, but you still felt like you had missed a crucial detail to see the whole picture, because somehow it didn't make sense. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you decided to just go for it and ask.

Y: 'So… you're gay? Or you have a flatmate you're very fond of? Living with a brother, or a son, perhaps?'

T: 'No, yes, and not quite ;)'

With that text and before you could further wonder about its crypticism, he sent you a picture of a dark brown Cocker Spaniel who looked up into the camera with curious eyes while lolling around the leg of the same wooden table you'd seen in the picture before. You instantly started smiling down at your phone with heart eyes, and couldn't help the 'aww' on your lips even though you still weren't alone in the office. You didn't even care as you kept on smiling at the picture; what a cutie!

T: 'This is him, the best friend I have ;) But I think he wouldn't be opposed to some competition from you when it comes to monopolising my time.'

You let out a snort, then shook your head to yourself. So T had a dog… and he wasn't gay. You could work with that information; it fit the puzzle a whole lot better than the other options you had briefly considered.

Y: 'Aahh he is adorable! I have a great fondness for dogs, if they are friendly to me as well :) What's his name? Or can you not tell me that either?'

T: 'Well, if I'm T, then he's B. Can you live with that without being too disappointed by my continuing secrecy?'

Y: 'It's alright… He's adorable after all, so I'll let it slip for his sake ;) Tell B my sincerest thanks, then, for allowing me to steal some of your time from him.'

T: 'Will do. His preferred method of payment is either doggy treats or belly rubs, both to be supplied in sufficient amounts of course. I will compensate him in your stead, if you fancy.'

Y: 'Very much so, I would hate for your best friend to be cross with me after all. And I'm used to having to pay for attention and affection, so that is quite alright.'

The moment you hit send, you realized how terribly wrong what you had written might sound to some minds, and you quickly sent a second message with a roll of your eyes directed at yourself, while the inevitable heat crept up your neck in an instant.

Y: 'Obviously I didn't mean LITERALLY paying for affection, in the way some certain people do, in some certain places… That all came out so wrong, oh god. Aaaaand I'm positively mortified.'

T: 'Please don't be, dear. I didn't believe you were implying anything like that, don't worry ;) But what exactly are you trying to say?'

Y: 'Well, I just meant that it isn't news to me that I have to compensate people somehow for the attention and kindness they show me. Like… When an acquaintance sits with me during lunch, I do some of their work for them later. When they have a longer chat with me at the pub, I pay for their drinks. When they invite me along to go out, I watch over their stuff while they dance. Things like that. You know, the usual. But I was just joking when applying it to B just now, I trust him not to make me pay for you being nice to me.'

T: 'Hold on, I'm confused… Do you really do all these things, and do you do them because you want to be kind, or because you think they are expected of you?'

Y: 'What an odd question… in an interesting way, I mean. Yes, I really do those things for the few acquaintances I have. But let's start with the first part: Of course I want to be kind, and I try to be whenever I can. I think it is important to repay kindness with kindness, because you want to preserve it. Like watering a plant instead of plucking its flowers. Now for the second part: I know for a fact that these things are expected of me. Whenever an acquaintance of mine spends some time with me outside of the mandatory work talk, I will find some of their work to be done on my desk later, or they will hand me the bill at the end of the evening, or I'm told to watch over their things because I don't dance anyway (even though I do dance… They just never asked me to.) So really, kindness has nothing much to do with it, it's just a simple trade. Don't you do that with your acquaintances as well?'

T: 'Working from the bottom up: No, I don't. Usually I know even the most rudimentary acquaintanceships to work based on kindness and mutual interest or respect for each other rather than paid trading. I'm terribly sorry that you had to go through such trades to get someone to spend time with you; I can only hope to assure you that it had nothing to do with you as a person. You are absolutely lovely just as you are, and I can indeed say that because as little as I might yet know about you, I still am getting a pretty good idea of WHO YOU ARE just by having talked to you for a few hours now. And I think they make you pay for their time and attention, simply because you let them. You are kind, and willing to be kind to them to a degree they clearly don't deserve. I'm admittedly not a fan of Freud and his theories (should you be familiar, which I am very sure you are, you will know why), but I think he might've been onto something when he said that the average person will take advantage of their neighbours if given the chance to justify it to themselves. And your willingness to trade kindness for their time and attention obviously was a good enough justification for them to make it a trade. I assume that this isn't what you originally meant when you said to repay kindness with kindness though, is it?'

Y: 'Not really, no. But I do think you're right about my acquaintances, and why they do what they do… They likely don't deserve my kindness, and I certainly shouldn't trade it for their attention. It has just become a habit by now, one I was only vaguely aware of until I just put it into words for you. I guess I better shall try to break with it, if you can already spot it after a few minutes of hearing me babble. But then again, I also think that being kind to someone who doesn't deserve or warrant your kindness at all is the greatest act of strength a person can deliver. Though I have to admit that while sometimes I'm strong by that definition, other times I'm clearly not. In that sense I both admire and pity those poor people who live a public life, like politicians, celebrities, athletes and so on. They have no choice but to either be incessantly kind to everyone all the time, or to be shunned by the world for being human like the rest of us.'

T: 'You would be surprised by how many famous people are kind simply and only because it is expected of them, and only while they are standing in front of the cameras and audiences. But even those who seem honestly kind and caring by nature reach a point where it's all nothing more than smoke and mirrors, no matter how much they would want to be sincere in it. In a way, they also pay for attention with kindness, now that I think about it. A habit as well. It's kind of disappointing, isn't it? To be disillusioned like that.'

Y: 'Why would it be? Not even the kindest person on earth could possibly be kind to everyone all the time, and they shouldn't be either.'

T: 'What makes you think that?'

Y: 'If you are trying to always be kind to everyone, you ultimately forget to be kind to the most important person of them all, namely yourself. Being kind means giving, and even if occasionally you are given a little kindness in return, you can only keep on giving for so long without running empty. Sometimes the best thing you can do is to be kind to yourself, and to protect yourself by not giving all you have. To not let yourself run empty.'

T: 'But what if you gain more from the act of giving than what you lost through it in the first place?'

Y: 'But is it still kindness then that makes you give, or isn't it much rather love?'

T: 'That… is an incredibly fascinating thought. So much so that I don't quite know what to say. I agree, I assume… I know I do, for I know that I want to. Perhaps kindness IS a way of loving, in the end, or at least they come together in their selflessness.'

Y: 'In Blake's words, your argument stands… ›Love seeketh not itself to please, / Nor for itself hath any care, / But for another gives its ease, / And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.‹ … and in Blake's words, your argument falls. ›Love seeketh only self to please, / To bind another to its delight, / Joys in another's loss of ease, / And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.‹'

T: 'Yet, isn't that quite the ambivalence we have been talking about this entire time? An impossible balance of two sides that are still of the one same essence. The same thing, changed to opposites by disposition… One is bred of innocence, one of experience; both important themes for Blake, as you probably know. He applies it to love right here, but we might just say the same thing for kindness. Innocence, to be taken as selflessness, is which makes of kindness the act of strength; its goal only to be found in itself. Experience, therefore to be taken as selfishness, makes of kindness a tool to achieve one's end through bargain or deceit. The difference lies not in the outcome for the other, but in the strength it takes to stay innocent in the self.'

Y: 'Now YOU are the one who renders me speechless, T… That is an incredibly clever line of argumentation! And you even backed up my previous argument with it, so thank you for that ;)'

T: '...I did? How so?'

Y: 'Hehe… You thought it disappointing and disillusioning that people (regardless of who they are) eventually cease to be kind out of sincerity, and go over to pretense. But your entire line of argument just proved that it's a deeply human flaw, and one of circumstance rather than of character: if your strength runs out, you lose your innocence, and you thereby lose the sincerity in your kindness. And if you scroll back up a bit, you will find my elaboration on running empty eventually if you give too much of your kindness to others without getting enough back. Equal up kindness and strength, and you have just proven my argument ;)'

T: 'Oh dear… I didn't even notice I had come around to your side. You are too clever for me, Y/n.'

Y: '...says the guy who used Blake's thematic categories to build a flawless line of argumentation while I merely stated my opinion…'

T: 'You started with Blake.'

Y: 'I only quoted Blake, you started with the interpretation of his themes. Now stop talking yourself out of this and accept that you are really quite brilliant, T! You can't hide that from me, you know ;)'

T: 'Ehehe… Coming from you, I will take that as a sincere compliment. Thank you.'

Y: 'Of course it's a sincere compliment, you nut! I'm not spilling my life's flaws in detail to you only to then lie to you in empty phrases. Besides, I could be way more creative than that if I intended to be insincere.'

T: 'I have no doubt about that. And I have no doubt about your sincerity either, which is a most welcome change for me. It's never that easy, especially not with the job I do. Speaking of work, I'm not keeping you from yours, right? I am having a rare day off for once, as you might have guessed from the luncheon, and that has rather led me to forget that you actually might still have to attend to your work nonetheless.'

Y: 'It's perfectly fine, I'm in no hurry to be doing anything specific today, I'm weeks ahead of what I ought to do… That's the advantage of doing little besides working all day, every day. You get quite far ahead. Besides, even if I end up being busy at times, feel free to talk to me nonetheless if you feel like it. I'll reply when I can ;)'

T: 'I will remember that and most likely make use of it before I can help myself :) Please, feel free and welcome to do the same. (Just don't be surprised, I am sometimes kept busy and without a cellphone for many hours on end. It comes with the job, which can be both a curse and blessing.) Do you have classes to give today?'

Y: 'Yeah, I had one at eight and will have another at two.'

T: 'Two in the afternoon? Today…?'

Y: 'Yes?'

T: 'I don't mean to impose, but that's in five minutes. Have you lost track of time? (I really can't blame you; I can't quite believe that it's already gotten so late myself.)'

Y: 'Ahh fuck, no no no… Alright, I got to go. Run, actually. I'll talk to you later! Go give B some attention ;)'

T: 'Will do. He will be delighted to go for another stroll in the rain, I'm sure. You enjoy your class, and if I don't drown in the meantime, I will talk to you later indeed.'

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TWST Fanschool OC Profile ~ Bobbie Flutterheart

"The Stage is like a new lover. Be prepared to give it your all and it will love you back or get a new one hehe." ~ Bobbie Flutterheart

Personal Info

Name: Bobbie Flutterheart

Gender: Non-binary Transfem (She/They)

Age: 32

Species: Dino-Reptilian Beasthuman

Based on: Birdo from Super Mario Series

Orientation: Pansexual

Birthday: 10/9

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 168cm

Eye Color: Royal Blue

Hair Color: Dusty Pink

Homeland: Interstate Hill

Work Info

School: Hourglass Station Academy (@hourglassstationacademy)

Occupation: Theater Arts Teacher,Retired Stage Performer

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Deviled Eggs

Least Favorite Food: Shellfish

Dislikes: Sweating,Tardiness,Forgetting Something,Off Tune Singing,Lack of Attention,Her Favorite Lipstick Shade being Sold Out

Hobby: Watching Her Old stage Plays,Makeup Organization,Hair/Horn Care,Shopping,Reciting Movie Quotes,Flirting with everyone at work,Reading Play Scripts

Talents: Acting,Makeup,Directing Plays,Making Casting Sheets,Looking Fabulous,Flirtation,Energizing a Room,Singing,Posing

Elemental Magic: Light/Flora

Unique Magic: "Egg em off stage!" - Bobbie can conjure an infinite amount of eggs filled with whatever she wants them filled with and often throws them at whatever/whoever is making her angry repeatedly.

OC’s Lore Summary: A stage performer who once had her name in lights as a main cast in a play. Now retired she struggles to do normal things as her mind only thinks about her days on the stage. She finally decided to see if teaching/seeing others continue stage life would keep her happy.

Personality: Bobbie can come off as dramatic a lot given she is usually in acting mode but that's not all the time. She is super flirty around her coworkers, always trying to get a date or invite to her place. It's an annoying way to ask for friends as she thinks only those who love her would be her friends. She can get vain if seeing someone getting a lot of attention over her but that's just her not accepting she isn't the center of attention any more. When tired or off work she shows her true nature of just being lonely and wanting someone to give her a little bit of attention.

Fun Facts: Bobbie started acting at age 6. Often was casted as a monster as a kid.

Most comments about Bobbie stage acting were about how her deep voice carried and felt good in people's ear whenever she talked or sang.

Even though she may be too old for bows, Bobbie always wears one in her hair. People she flirts with often say they can't take her seriously as she looks childish with it on. She knows it looks cute so ignores comments about her bow.

She is mostly known for monster and demon play roles given how she looks but she has some regular roles too she is proud of.

She had no preference when it came to roles. She would try out for male,female,and all other types. Often getting evil male or effeminate male roles.

Since retirement she has struggled to do basic things as she always had someone doing them for her. She constantly fights with her washing machine,microwaves all her food,and will throw something away and get new one rather than clean it. Only thing she has been ok with is the dishwasher.

Bobbie wears what seems to be a diamond wedding ring on her left hand but everyone knows she is not married. She bought it for herself as a way to distract her mind from loneliness as she can imagine getting married when looking at it.

She needs friends but always tries to turn a potential friend into a lover even just for a night so she barely has anyone who'd say she is their friend. Most are stage performers who never see her in person so don't get hit on as they know how she is but still care about her. They text or talk to her on the phone or on social media sites.

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A/n: sorry I haven't really been writing recently — oppsie. But here is this! Hopefully it's good and not flaming garbage like I believe it to be (:

Happy lowman x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Dirty jokes, illusions to the shexy times at the end. Fluff.

Sometimes.....Tig never knew when to shut up, today being one of those days. The BBQ was in full swing, cold beers being passed around, food set out on the picnic tables you forced your boyfriend Happy to drag into the backyard so people could eat while having the beautiful view of the lake that sparkled under the scorching sun. You, alongside the other women that the son's brought with them to this little party you held, wore nothing but bathing suits. Prepared to swim whenever you get too hot. Your lack of clothes though prompted had prompted Tig to — of course — endlessly flirt with you, making comments about how the swim wear you have on hug your body perfectly, showing off how incredibly — in his words, sexy you are. You of course respond with sassy remarks about how he couldn't handle you, that earned you a shit eating grin from the man.

As the laughter and music plays throughout your property, you make your way to the cooler. Bending over to retrieve two beers for Happy and Bobby as requested. As you dig around the cold ice in search of the beverages, you hear a low whistle you just knew belonged to Tig.

“If I knew happy wouldn't kill me, this would be the perfect opportunity to slap you're ass doll” His tone was playful, knowing that not only was his flirting and little comments annoying you, but your old man as well. Tigs favorite pass time was annoying you and Happy.

Standing up straight you turn around to face him, leaning against the picnic table with crossed arms as he grins at you. You held the two beers in your hand and fixated a glare on him.

“Even if happy wouldn't kill you, I would” You retort before making your way back over to Happy and Bobby who sat in two chairs by the lake, watching Tera and Jax play in the shallow part of the lake with their two little boys.

But Tig follows, running his mouth much to your dismay. “Oh c'mon, I'm irresistible” He said trailing behind you, no doubt eyes glued to your ass.

You snort, “You're insufferable is what you are” You can't help but smile at his sarcastic laugh.

“Very funny doll, you're just so hilarious aren't you?” Tig walks to stand in front of you, blocking you. Although you and Tig didn't know it, Happy was glaring daggers into the back of Tigs skull, Bobby almost jumping from his seat to warn Tig that your old man was getting fed up with the blue eyed man following you around all day like a lost puppy. But Bobby excused himself claiming Juice looked like he needed help gathering firewood for the bonfire later.

“Actually I am hilarious, but come on Tig, why don't you invite venus over and annoy her, aren't you two a thing?” You ask him as he simply shrugs.

“She said she was busy and couldn't come, That's why I'm annoying my second favorite girl” He winks at you and you move to push pass him but bumb into someone who you didn't notice behind Tig. Thankfully you didn't drop the beers you held and look up Ready to apologize only for it to die on your tongue as you find the stoic expression of your old man.

Tigs eyes go wide whenever the stoic expression of Happy's morphed into pure frustration, your old man's arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close into his side.

“I was wondering why you were taking so long, should have guessed Trager had something to do with it” Happy growls out while taking the beer from your hand. “I was hoping to spend time with my girl” He glared at Tig whenever he said the last part, clearly fed up with Tigs constant flirting.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Tig takes a step back from you. “I was only spending quality time with my best friend killer, no need to get all jealous —

“I'm not jealous, now beat it before you regret ever looking her way again” Happy's voice was more raspy than usual, a sign he was either beyond the point of being annoyed by Tig or he was getting needy for your special attention.

Tig didn't waste a second before scurrying off to find one of the guys to talk to, Happy placing a kiss on the crown of your head. That was rare for him considering PDA wasn't really his thing. You look up at him and sling a arm over his shoulder and around his neck.

“Well someone is grumpy today” You joke with a small smile, Happy groaning in response. “What's up baby?” You whisper after placing the beer you held on the picnic table you stood by so you can stand in front of him and sling both arms around his neck, prompting him to rest his hands on your hips.

“Just don't like him prancing around eyeing you the way he does, always flirting with you, it pisses me off” Happy told you truthfully, forehead softly falling on yours. He didn't care if you two were standing in the center of a small party were people could see this tender side of the Tacoma killer, he just missed being with you. Something the club has been depriving him of lately, so whenever he saw Tig taking up most of the time he should be spending with his girl? That really got under his skin.

You smile up at him, pulling away and taking his hand in yours to lead him inside the house. Once inside Happy was confused until you started leading him to your bedroom, a grin spreading across his face. You usher him inside the room and close the door, locking it.

“You do realize that no matter what Tig says or does I still think he's a complete dumbass right?” You laugh, Happy joining you as he stood in the middle of the room. You leaning your back against the door. “I'm sorry I haven't really been spending the day with you, but now you have me....” You push yourself off the door and point at the bed, motioning him to sit.

He does so and you stand between his spread legs, hands falling to his knees as you fall to yours in front of him. Looking up at him through your lashes. Happy couldn't deny the way his heart leaps at the realization you, his girl was kneeling before him no doubt about to show him that you... Are truly his, in a way he wouldn't forget.

“Now sit back while I show you who I wanna spend every second of my life with....” With that being said you undo his belt and Happy does as you ask.