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FINE IF THE PEOPLE INSIST (<- acts like this isn't exactly what I want to do anyway)
So the mission is going tremendously well and our boys find themselves at yet another fancy nighttime event of sorts.
Graves is being his usual annoying ass self and Soap is really close to his fucking limits here which, lemme tell you, is really rare. Becauseâgeneral sidenoteâmy mans is very dedicated and overall just.. doesn't âbreak characterâ easily. He's a professional, he knows how to act, he knows how to fake a smile and pretend he's interested in conversation and everything right? But Ghost is also incredibly observant and he's started noticing the little tells that Soap is uncomfortableâthe way he bites the inside of his cheek when Graves says a stupid joke and the smile that doesn't really reach his eyes; so different from the way his entire face lights up when Ghost says one of his stupid puns. The way he sometimes absentmindedly digs his nails in his thigh every time Graves has started telling some obviously fake story and boasting about whatever bullshit as if he's restraining himself from strangling him as much as Ghost isâhe sees it all.
So there comes a point through the night where Ghost decides this is too much and kind of subtly drags Soap off into a balcony for some much needed fresh air and a smoke break from Graves and he's so relieved because he's had it up to here with his bullshit and he's absentmindedly ranting about it before he realises, it's proper winter time and he's forgotten his coat inside.
Soap curses and starts rubbing up and down his arms to warm himself up but Ghost does some quick thinking andâbeing the absolute gentleman that he isâjust takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over his shoulders.
Pause for a moment to consider Soap who is, by no means a small guy, and yet still swimming in the large jacket which is still warm from accumulated body heat from Ghost or whatever and smells like him and all in all mans just never felt more safe and comforted in his life before.
So some homoerotic lighting each other's cigarettes and a much needed break from everything (during which Soap keeps on asking Ghost if he's really not cold and he's freezing his fucking ass off but he'd never admit it and insists he isn't. Nonetheless, Soap ends up putting an arm around his waist and pulling him close to share warmth) later, they finally head back inside.
Problem is, Soap forgets to return the jacket.
Which signs the alarm in Graves' head and he turns bright green with envy. So he starts trying to one-up Ghost and like figure out what it takes to appear better than him in Soap's eyes (that's literally impossible but anyway) and maybe ends up getting too handsy or whatever as he drags Soap off for another dance which obviously absolutely INFURIATES Ghost and he gets up to intervene. Soap shakes his head from the other side of the room because he's dedicated to the mission butâin Ghost's defenceâhe's literally there to make sure Soap stays safe and isn't uncomfortable or in danger.
He tries to subtly pull Soap away or something but Graves doesn't really get the memo and long story short he ends up having to physically drag him off and Graves punches Ghost in the face.
Cue all hell breaks loose and they have to make a run for it.
But before any of that, (god bless you Hype and your gigantic brain) Graves goes to shoot Ghost. But maybe he's a few too many drinks in and is kinda sloppy and maybe Soap just happens to notice before Ghost does and he jumps in front of him to shove him out of the way and ends upâyou guessed itâgetting shot in the shoulder.
Ghost hastily pulls him away and since their ride to leave isn't supposed to be there for another hour or so yet he finds the first way out; a nearby motorcycle.
Normally this is where I'd push my sexy biker Soap agenda but seeing as he's heavily injured Ghost has to drive and Soap is just clinging onto him for dear life as best he can with one hand, with Ghost constantly anxiously reaching out to touch his hand as he's driving and lightly shaking him to keep him awake. Somewhere in-between the adrenaline and stress of it all he almost doesn't realise just how close to him Soap is and how they're pressed flush against each other until they come to a halt.
They stop somewhere near his apartment because he's been unable to contact Price back at base and fears he'd be leading in Graves' menâwho are hot on their tail so he doesn't wanna risk going there.
He stops the bike in some side alleyway and helps Soap on his feet. From the distance they can faintly hear yelling and they're not sure if they're chasing them or are random irrelevant passerby's so in a bit of a panic Soap just tugs on his sleeve and mumbles "Kiss me," which obviously completely stops all of Ghost's brain function because yes he'd totally love to any time but why is that relevant at that moment so he stares at him blankly and Soap just sighs and pulls him down by his shirt collar.
It's only when he turns them around so anyone passing by the alleyway can only see Ghost's broad back and someone else making out against the wall that he realises Soap meant as a distraction until momentary danger passes and maybe his heart sinks a little but shhh don't tell anyone.
It takes them a while to untangle from each other's arms only when Soap almost goes limp against Ghost since he still very much uhh has been shot and is actively bleeding so once they're sure no-one's around Ghost hurriedly helps him inside and up to his apartment to bandage his arm and hide while they wait for Price to contact them back.
It all started with one thought. Hey I rlly wanna draw some sort of femme fatale esque Soap.
So I went to bother @hyperfixationwizard about it, as you do.
The initial idea was obviously that he's seducing Ghost but then I thought hey it'd also be really cool if he was seducing some other dude (which of course ended up being Graves) and Ghost was his like.. bodyguard I guess.
Cue a metric fuckton of pining and jealousy they're in denial about.
Soâto set the scene. The 141 and co are some sort of secret spy group blah blah blah, tasked with gaining very important information from none other than the CEO of Shadow Corporations, who is none other than Philip Graves of course.
Soap and Ghost are leading the mission, with Soap intended to seduce Graves, earn his trust and then gain access into .. like the company's super secret database so they can find the info they need to expose them. Or something. The plot is still in progress (he says, meanwhile together with Hype they wrote approximately 6k words or so between the two of them).
The plan is simple, or at least it seems simple enough until Ghost starts finding himself very very jealous that Soap is flirting with Graves. Like how dare that asshole even LOOK in his direction. Not because he's in love with him or anything, absolutely not what are you on about.
Soap of course is no less interested in Ghostâbig guy, mysterious and cool, nice voice, what is he missing, reallyâand maybe he is more friendly chatty and flirty than he claims he is with everyone. Even if he was, Ghost can't really tell because he's busy being down bad so it's fine.
And things go according to plan, y'know? Attend a gala here, go to some fancy meeting there, maybe a date for like.. golf or whatever stupid rich assholes do, I wouldn't know, but they're earning Graves' trust and that's all that matters.
And maybe somewhere in between all that, Soap and Ghost kind of have.. a Moment⢠where Soap asks for help to put a necklace on and asks Ghost for help. There's something about the feeling of his bare fingertips (because he'd have to take his gloves off, no?) so faintly brushing against the skin on his back, something about the intimacy of literally baring his neck to Ghost (because he trusts him and it's quickly becoming clear he doesn't just trust Ghost to watch his back he trusts Simon) and somewhere between all of those some things they probably stay frozen there in front of the mirror for longer than they should've and longer than it should've been acceptable.
They do snap out of it though, with Soap meeting Ghost's gaze through the mirror and shooting him a wink before hurrying off pretending his cheeks weren't burning red.
Funnily enough, that same night or maybe a day or two later, when Graves presents Soap with a necklace as a gift and insists on helping him put it on himself, Ghost finds his blood boiling at the way his hands linger around Soap's neck, peering over his back to admire the pretty piece of jewelry and is about seconds away from murdering him on the spotâsubtlety and diplomacy of the mission be damned.
Ta-da!
(there's ,, more to it I guess but this post is getting very long so ,, feel free to ask anything and everything as always lmao)
#blah blalex#ghoap spy au#AND WE'RE BACK TO THE ONE.. THE ONLY.. SOCIETY'S REAL BACKBONE..#there was only one bed.#the floor is yours Hype đ¤
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đđ¤ Velvet x Fem! reader đ¤đ
Requested? yeah :)
part 1
It was a loud night in mount rageous as superstar pop singers Velvet and Veneerâs first tour since the release of their first album. You were hyped as you manged to get closer and closer to the front stage, your face heated up as people jumped up and down knocking you around. The air was stuffy and humid as screams and hollars erupted from inside the stadium.
You saw the barracade get closer pushing dancing bodies aside before you were thrusted against the barracade by the crowd. A smile of victory as people continued to party lifting your gaze while your heart raced faster as your eyes landed on Velvet. She looked stunning while singing her body moved and danced along side Veneer while they sung in unison.
You felt yourself start jumping along to the tune rising your fist in the air as you screamed along with the duo and the flood of people behind you. Grabbing out your phone from your pocket in order to catch this moment not noticing that a certain popstar had locked her eyes on you.
You were adorable! she thought as your flushed face pointed your phone at the singers unaware that your phones flash was on. Velvet belted out her voice as she couldnât get her eyes off of you scoffing at your ignorance as your flash almost through off her real voice almost slipping through.
She strutted her way towards the front of the stage as her brother continued to sing behind her your eyes widened as your smile grew wider, jumping off the stage and landing directly infront of you. This make you almost take a step back blinking as her eyes locked with yours. Your mouth agape as she took your phone from your hands and turning it to face her, She began singing making sure to get your shocked face in frame. A smirk crawling onto her face as she saw in the camrea you getting crowded by multiple people trying to grab her attention.
You were so overwhelmed you didnât even notice Velvet talking into the phone before spinning around and shoving your phone back into your hands giving you a smile and grabbing your chin and closing your mouth as she got escorted back onto stage. Making her way into the middle of the stage as you felt tears prick in your eyes your hands covering your mouth as people shook you praising you on how lucky you are.
After the concert had ended you felt tired and sluggish from all the shaking and GETTING RECOGNISED BY ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS PEOPLE ON MOUNT RAGEOUS! Sitting down on a wall away from the crowd as you were watching the video that Velvet had previously taken. Cringing in embarrassment as you watched yourself in the background sweaty and jaw practically on the floor until Velvets face took up the whole frame as you felt the world around you come to a stop.
âHey youâre cute so iâm gonna do you a favor and give you my number dont keep me waiting!â Her voice was heavenly as you replayed that part over and over again kicking your feet and you couldnât stop yourself from giggling out loud. Hearing your ride hock their horn for you to hurry up as you wrote down her number shaking as you hopped into the car. Your friends asking you about how the concert went and you bragged about the video purposely leaving out the part where she practically asked you out.
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Sheâs Still Preoccupied With 1985 đ¤ | Bob Floyd x Rockstar!reader Imagine
Takes place after the events of TGM
TGM Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Lt. Robert âBobâ Floyd x modern-day rockstar!reader (childhood best friends/romantic), dagger squad (platonic), Bob x female!oc (past romance), male!oc x reader (past romance), The 1985âs!BandOCs (platonic)
Content Warnings: major fluff, angst, profanity, canon divergence (Bob is born in 1985 in this, making him roughly 34 during TGM & 37 in the year 2022), pop culture references, second chance romance troupe, suggestive content and light smut + implied smut (MINORS DNI!!) inspired by the song â1985,â by Bowling For Soup | Female!readerâafab!reader (she/her) | wc: 17.2k
Premise: Join Lt. Robert âBobâ Floyd as he looks back on his fairytale love story with childhood best friend and real life rockstar, whoâs set to perform one last time on the countryâs most iconic stage, in her bandâs final show of their farewell tour.
Note: so after I wrote âItâs A Long Way To The Topâ with Maverick x 80sRockstar!reader, I had inspiration for someone from the dagger squad x modern-day rockstar!reader. I was going back and forth between Rooster and Phoenix, but this anon suggested Bob with a rekindled childhood best friend and I thought that was the bullseye. Once again feel free to imagine your friends as your bandmates, I just gave names to make it easier to write. I do not own any of the song or pop culture references, this is for fictional purposes. Let me know what you think! - Bee đ
Songs that are real life songs, but are used as âyourâ songs in this imagine: â1985â by Bowling For Soup, âIrisâ by the Goo Goo Dolls, âSome Nights,â by Fun, âPompeiiâ by Bastille, âPayphone,â by Maroon 5, âLetâs Get Lost,â by Bats for Lashes & Beck, âWhere Do Broken Hearts Goâ & âLittle Black Dressâ by One Direction.
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Lt. Robert Floyd had seen a lot in his 37 years of life. Growing up on the plains of Montana, there wasnât much for him until it came time to leave for college. There, life seemed to pass by quicker than the night sky. Heâd experienced the hype of a Navy vs Army football game, getting wasted to the point he hated alcohol. Endless nights of studying that paid off when he received not only his diploma but also the rank of Ensign in the U.S. Navy. Then there was that time he nearly married his college sweetheart only to end things weeks before the wedding because he realized his heart belonged to someone else. In his career Bob pulled Gs with his pilot against the speed of sound in an F-18 and most recently, dogfighting SAMs out of enemy territory.
But no words could describe what Bob felt as he stood on the floor of Madison Square Garden with the people he called his best friends, waiting for the appearance of his one true love on stage.
The love that was once thought to be impossible, until fate was like, âThese souls belong together. Once the time is right, I will work my magic.â
17 years prior in 2005, Bob was certain heâd never get the chance to tell Y/n L/n he had loved her since they were fifteen years old after hearing her voice on the radio.
âThat was Kelly Clarksonâs âSince U Been Gone,â part of her Grammy nominated album Breakaway released last summer. Clarkson is the favorite to win the award for âAlbum of the Yearâ at next yearâs Grammys. Up next is a new group recently signed to Capitol RecordsâŚ.here is â1985â by, funny enough, The 1985sâ
Something about the name of the group and title of the song had an odd feeling swirl through the then college student. Driving the car he was in was his roomate Derek and their buddy Adrian along with Derekâs girlfriend Willow.
Nothing couldâve prepared Bob for the voice coming through the speakers, the lyrics bringing back the memory of when she showed him the paper with them written down in her semi-sloppy handwriting.
âDebbie just hit the wall, she never had it all.â
âOne Prozac a day, husbandâs a CPA.â
âBob, you okay?â Adrian tapped him on the shoulder, âYou look a little pale.â
âHer dreams went out the door when she turned twenty-four.â
âOnly been with one man, what happened to her plan?â
âThis has a good beat,â Willow bopped her head.
âShe was gonna be an actress, she was gonna be a star.â
âShe was gonna shake her ass on the hood of Whitesnakeâs car.â
âMy mom could definitely relate to that,â Derek joked, stopping at a red light. He too was enjoying the song. It gave that classic rock feel that the 80s music his parents listened to had. Nowadays Hip-Hop and Pop are becoming the main genres of music on the radio.
âHer yellow SUV is now the enemy.â
âLooks at her average life and nothinâ,â *guitar riff* âhas been,â *guitar riff* âalright.â
Bob, whoâs eyes were wide and heart racing, breathed in awe, âNo way.â
âSince Bruce Springsteen, Madonna,â
âWay before Nirvana,â
âThere was U2 and Blondie,â
âAnd music still on MTV.â
âHer two kids in high school,â
âThey tell her that sheâs uncool.â
ââCause sheâs still preoccupied,â
Tears spring in Bobâs eyes, wiping them away before his friends could see when Y/n sang the final line of the chorus.
âWith 19, 19âŚ1985.â
That was how the future naval aviator discovered his childhood best friend had accomplished her dream. Breaking into the music industry. Itâd been nearly four years since heâd seen Y/n, the two parting ways after her father took an accounting job in California, uprooting the teenager and her family from their home state of Montana.
Theyâd grown up on the same street, both their moms teaching at the elementary school. The two had pretty much gone through every grade together considering their school was small with few teachers. Every year they were in the same class, often sitting next to each other and spending time after school on the playground while their moms finished up for the day. Bob spent nearly every moment with Y/n as kids, becoming best friends when they were only five years old. But it wasnât until the boy was twelve that he realized what a crush wasâŚ.and boy did he have one on her.
Cherishing their friendship, poor Bob didnât say anything about his surfacing feelings for his best friend. Even when the news of her moving was announced when they were 16, Bob remained quiet. It pained him to do so but heâd rather have her in his life than risk losing her if she didnât feel the same.
In all the years Bob Floyd knew Y/n L/n, music was her life. It consumed her entire being with the young girl always humming a tune or singing along on the radio. When she was given a keyboard and guitar for Christmas, Y/n self-taught herself how to play until they could afford to put her in lessons. Then there were the notebooks.
At first it started as sticky notes with a verse or two, then it turned into loose pages of lyrics before finally the teenager wrote them all into notebooks. Anytime inspiration came to Y/n she was writing it down on whatever she could find. Napkins at a restaurant, receipts from her motherâs grocery run, hell even on her arm Y/n was writing lyrics so she wouldnât forget. Sometimes sheâd have the whole song complete before settling on a title, or a catchy title would come to mind but the lyrics would take time. Bob would always get annoyed when sheâd steal his pen from out of his hand, but would let it go, understanding she had to write it down before she lost it.
At a football game he witnessed her unable to find a pen in time to write something on her arm before the lyric faded away. The teenager nearly sobbed right there in the middle of the stands, face in her hands as though to will herself to remember. âAre you okay,â Bob whispered, to which he received a sad groan.
âNoâŚ.please donât interrupt my thinking. Iâm having a crisis, Robby.â
Y/nâs mom, who mentally still lived in the 80s, was the inspiration for her song â1985â, Y/n wrote at 15. Bob could still remember the day she raced up to their reserved lunch table, planting the paper in front of him, âRead this,â she was out of breath, but smiling nonetheless. Picking it up, Bob adjusted his glasses and let his eyes read over the words scribbled down that were separated into: intro, verse 1, chorus, verse 2, chorus, bridge, chorus, & outro.
âWow,â he reads over the lyrics again, brows raised and feeling a connection to the song. It wasnât hard to pick up on the fact it was likely titled â1985,â which also happened to be the year they were born. âThis is amazing, Y/n. Almost likeâŚ.wait is this about your mom?â As her best friend growing up, Y/nâs mother was like a second mom to himâŚ.so Bob knew her obsession with the 80s and how she had plans to be an actress before she and her high school sweetheart, Y/nâs father, got married after college and had Y/n when they were 24. Then they had her siblings afterward and both changed their course of careers in order to raise them. The line that said âhusbandâs a CPA,â is what really gave it away considering her father was an accountant. Debbie wasnât her motherâs name, but even a rocket scientist could piece it together Debbie represented her.
Glancing up, he sees her guilty expression, offering a light shrug. âIs it that obvious?â
Bob never forgot that song. Even with all the ones Y/n showed him afterwards and when they lost touch two years after she moved, he never once forgot the song, â1985â.
It was a sad day when she told him the news. They were halfway through junior year, college applications around the corner and setting up for SATs/ACTs when she dropped the bomb, âMy dadâs being transferred to California.â
The Coca-Cola heâd been drinking nearly went all over his steering wheel when he coughed, her words sending him into shock. âW-what-youâre moving?!â
âNext month,â she mumbled, head down to hide her face from his view. âMy dad is there now looking at places for us. In the meantime Mom is dealing with the house while also applying to schools in the area my dadâs gonna be working.â
âWhere?â Bob asks after a moment of silence, allowing him to fully process the news.
His best friendâwho he was in love withâwas leaving him.
Y/n sighed before replying with a sad chuckle, âLos Angeles. You know I would feel excited, seeing it was my plan to move to L.A after graduation, but I just canât bring myself to.â
âWhy?â Bob says softly with a frown, âThis is your dream, Y/n. All youâve wanted was to go there and audition for American Idolâor whatever that singing show is.â He was trying really hard to cheer her up, pushing down his heartbreak all the while. âThis is your chance.â
âYeah, butâŚ.â She glanced out the window, âwhat if it doesnât work out? I donât even know if I wanna go to collegeâwhich my mom still scolds me every time she gets the chance because she thinks Iâm a fool to wanna pursue music. You know how it is,â Y/n gives Bob a knowing look, âshe thinks of her life and wants me to go to school before selling my life away to a 9-5. I know sheâs looking out for me, but God, let me make my own mistakes.â Her head leans on the window, âIf it doesn't work out then thatâs on me. But Iâm not gonna give it up just because it seems out of reach. Thatâs what back up plans are for.â
Silence fills the car, the two letting their thoughts wonder. âPromise me something, Robby.â
âAnything,â he doesnât hesitate.
âPromise me that even though Iâm leaving, weâll still be best friends. Weâll still write letters or talk on the phoneâŚjust donât give up on me.â
Taking her hand in his, hoping she doesnât feel the slight tremor as the words he so desperately wants to say are on the tip of his tongue, Bob gives her a look of love which she likely would believe is one of sincerity, âyouâre my best friend, Y/n. I believe you will accomplish everything you set your mind to. When you make it big, Iâll be cheering you on every second and until then, weâll talk every day if we have to,â he makes a face after thinking, âthough maybe narrow it down to once a week so my mom doesnât kill me for the phone bill.â
That makes Y/n laugh before reaching over the console to hug him. Arms go around his neck while his one arm awkwardly wraps around her side.
âI love you, Robby,â she tells him, sending his heart soaring. âYouâre the only person I can count on in this whole damn world.â
âI love you too, Y/n.â âMore than what you could possibly know.â âIâll always be here for you. Forever.â
He never thought heâd break that promise. But around the time of graduation things became so hectic in Bobâs life on top of the fact he was hurting. Hurting because he loved Y/n, and anytime they would talk on the phone or send letters he was reminded of the fact she was in California while he was stuck in Montana and they could never be together. Bob felt the only way he could save his heart and move on from that love was by cutting contact. It was his fault and he knew it when the letters eventually stopped coming and the phone stopped ringing every Friday. His mother could only relay an excuse to the girl so many times before Y/n eventually gave up. The last letter she sent him came two months after their last phone call, âSo much for always being there, Robby. Have a good life, I hope it treats you well. -Y/n.â
He didnât know what happened to her until two years later when â1985â played for the first time on the radio for the whole world to hear. Tears lined his eyes, the man having to look out the window away from his friends. The flooding of emotion was overpowering, forming a sob in his throat.
She did it. Sheâs on the radio like she always dreamed.
âThat was â1985â the debut single of incoming rock band, The 1985s. Hits the nostalgia I gotta sayâI feel weâre looking at some fresh new faces to the scene. Canât wait to see what they have to offer in the future.â
The prediction of the radio host came true, when in 2006 the group released their debut album Established in 1985. Like their name, it referenced the year all members were born in which included frontwoman and occasional guitar player Y/n L/n, bassist Thomas Quinn, guitarist Farrah Cortez, drummer Xavier Hernandez, and keyboardist Pepper Renolds. All met at the University of California Los Angeles, and funny enough none were students in the music program. They were all in STEM/humanities with Y/n studying sociology with a minor in music, meeting the others when they formed a study group after they all had the same prerequisite classes their second semester.
It was at one of their meetups that Y/n couldnât help but sing along to Journeyâs âFaithfullyâ and The Whoâs âWe Donât Get Fooled Again,â as they played on the little radio in the corner. âDamn Y/n,â Thomas looked amazed, âYou got a voice, girl. How come youâre not studying music?â
âSame reason why you arenâtâdonât give me that look, Quinn, I saw that bass in your place when we were there last week.â
Next thing they knew Pepper mentioned she was a pianist who was progressing onto keyboard. Then Farrah said she played guitar and Xavier smirked, âall yâall need is a drummer and you can be a bandâŚ.oh wait, have I ever told yâall I play drums?â
And thus, the 1985âs were born.
Months were dedicated to them building their sound and learning to be a band all while keeping up with their school work. Y/n was the brain behind all their songs, literally dropping the pile of notebooks onto the table one day saying, âIâve got at least four albums worth of songs in theseâŚmaybe even more.â Working little by little they eventually got the tunes for several that they knew theyâd want to release first if they managed to get discovered. MySpace was just starting out and Y/n took it upon herself to be bold, creating a profile for them. She listed her information since they didnât have a band email set up. That would hopefully come in the future.
It was on MySpace that their lives changed forever.
Roughly after a year of working nonstop to create songs and develop their sound, the band uploaded a video onto the platform for â1985,â in May of 2004. It almost looked like a music video, teaming up with students from the drama programs who were in need of doing their end of semester project. They had someone play Debbie, her husband, the two kids, and a group of extras. Even the yellow SUV Y/nâs mom drove was used as well as a poster of Duran Duran for the line in the second verse. The band would be in clips throughout the video, Y/n singing and playing the guitar. It took them the whole night spray painting a makeshift logo of âThe 1985âsâ onto Xavierâs drum set.
When they first uploaded the video they were all like, âEven if no one sees it, this was still fun as hell to make.â
But little did they know it was going to be seen by many eyesâŚ..including an executive of Capitol Records.
Y/n was just coming home from her shift at a local diner when she checked her email, dropping the water bottle in her hand and letting out an ear-piercing scream that woke her roommates.
âY/n, my name is Martin Plaza and Iâm a talent exec at Capitol Records. A member of my team came across your video on MySpace and we were impressed by your band and song, â1985â. Weâd like to set up a meeting if you all are interested and please bring any demos you may have. Email me back as soon as possible or give me a call using the number listed below. Hope to hear from you soon. Regards, Martin Plaza.â
Y/n and the group could hardly contain their reaction at the meeting when Martin and a few members of Capitol Records were visibly pleased with what they were hearing. With so many songs they had recorded, they settled on bringing five, including â1985,â and âSome Nights,â which they were planning on uploading to MySpace next.
Martin and the team had excused themselves briefly before returning with the offer: a six year contract with Capitol Records releasing at least three albums during that period.
You can bet your ass they agreed. Signing their names before the sun could set on the horizon.
Champagne popped that night with Y/n crying against the receiver of her pink Motorola as she informed the news to her family. Her mother cried with her, her dad celebrating in the background while her siblings were like, âDonât forget me when you become famous, sis.â What made her sad though after the call ended was when she went to dial Robbyâs number, only to close the phone with a sigh. Itâd been over a year since they last spoke, Y/n unsure where he even was or if he had a cell phone. The only number she knew was his home phone.
Curiosity and slight anger rising, Y/n dialed the number saved as his home landline, not surprised when his mother answered. âY/n! Why hello, darling, I wasnât expecting your call tonight.â
âHi, Mrs. Floyd,â she sniffed, feeling tears prick in her eyes again. Y/n was not used to addressing the older woman by her last name. It felt awkward now to call her by her first. âI know heâs probably not going to come to the phoneâŚbut if RobbyâRobert is there, could IâŚcould I just speak with him please? Itâs important.â
âOh honey,â that was enough to indicate it wouldnât happen. Y/n looked up to the sky, heart breaking in two at the fact her so called best friend, who she loved more than anything in the world, had completely discarded her. âRobert is uhhâheâs at the Naval Academy, sweetheart, I can give you his email or cell numberâ.â
âNo-no-no,â Y/n interrupted, stunned by the news. âItâs fine. Uh, just never mind.â
âHoneyâ.â
âSorry to bother you so late, Mrs. Floyd. Take care and thank you for your help.â Placing the phone in her pocket, Y/n allowed the tears to flow freely before moving back inside to where the party was. Only she could hardly enjoy it now. Instead she let her feet carry her over to the notebook placed on her backpack, removing a pen hastily from the pencil pouch and scribbling down the lyrics that were screaming in her head. The words that took over the paper went onto become their Grammy award winning singles, âIris,â and âPayphone.â Iris became so popular it was used in several movies and tv shows after its release in 2006, earning the band the Grammy for âRecord of the Year,â to go along with their âBest Rock Performance by a Duo/Groupâ and âAlbum of the Yearâ, three MTV moonmen including âVideo of the Yearâ and the American Music Award for âSong of the Year.â Payphone was just as successful, topping the Billboard Hot 100 for 20 consecutive weeks and winning just as many awards as Iris.
Anytime the songs played on the radio or wherever he was, Bob had to change the station or frown until it ended. Deep down, he could feel they were about himâhurting him even more at the realization Payphone was basically saying how Y/n loved him and was trying to move on. Just in the way Y/n sang combined with the lyrics telling a story, it was obvious he had broken her heart. And they werenât even together. They were just best friendsâŚ..who were too stupid enough to not admit their feelings for each other.
His senior year of college Y/n and the group were starting to become big, all the members taking a break from college in order to build their careers as musicians. Often Bob would check in to see how Y/n was, tuning into award shows to watch them perform. Pride and awe filled him watching her sing, living her dream just as he believed she would. He hated that he broke his word to her, and it seemed to affect Y/n whenever she performed Iris and Payphone, putting every ounce of emotion into each lyric.
At 21 Bob had finally entered a relationship with a nice girl from the Naval Academy. The possibility of him reuniting with Y/n was long out of the picture and his friends were getting on him to finally break out of his shell. They had no idea of his connection to the rockstar, but they could tell anytime they were on the radio Bobâs demeanor changed. Abby, a sweet pre-law student at the Naval Academy, was his first serious commitment, the two bonding over similar interests and plans for the future. Hope rose at what it could hold.
Until she and their friends decided they wanted to go see The 1985âs concert.
It was 2007, theyâd just graduated and were commissioned to the rank of Ensignâs waiting to be shipped off to their respective duty stations. And Bob was engagedâŚ..but he hadnât really proposed in the traditional way. It was more of Abby pointing out if they wanted to get stationed together then it was best for them to get married and he just agreed. But a big part of him was hesitant to go through with it.
The news of Abby and their friends' desire to go to the concert made his stomach drop and head spin. Still in Maryland, they had gotten tickets to the show in New York at Madison Square Garden which was only a couple hours away. Abby had went ahead and got them as a surprise for Bob, not telling him until the day before the show.
âYou guys go,â Bob initially said, praying she couldnât pick up on the anxiety in his voice. âIâuhâIâve got some things to get doneâ.â
âWhat things?â She scoffed, shaking her head as she laid out the outfit she planned to wear. âSchool is over, you arenât planning to see your family until next week, and you donât leave for flight school till the end of summer. What could you possibly do tomorrow night, Bobby?â He mentally cringed at the nickname, unconsciously thinking of how Y/n would call him Robby.
This wasnât a good idea and he knew it. Already he was starting to think of her again. More and more by the second. Feelings were resurfacing, and Bob was fighting them hard. If he saw her on stage it was only going to confirm what he already knew.
That Y/n owned his heart. And no one else would have it. Not even Abby.
In the end, Bob found himself on the floor of Madison Square Garden of all places, wondering just how the hell their friends managed to get the area. The band was touring for their debut album, selling out within seconds and what made it more historic were they managed to get The Garden in their first ever tour. Usually groups/artists had years before they played at the Garden, settling for smaller venues in New York, but the 1985âs had become sensations.
The entire time they waited for the band Bobâs hands were shaking, the man unable to contain his tremor with each minute. Abby asked at one point, but brushed it off as him being excited when he didnât give her an answer.
He was a little excitedâŚ.but mostly fucking terrified.
Especially because they were very close to the stage. Like if one of the members happened to walk close to where they were standing theyâd be spotted.
Bob shouldâve fucking knocked on wood.
When the band came out Madison Square Garden erupted, Y/n belting out the lyrics to their opening number, looking like an actual dream. Her look was more of a modern take on rock n roll but still looked classic. Black leather adorned her body with cutouts to showcase some skin, arms covered in ink from the various tattoos and hips rolling to the beat of the drums causing the crowd to go crazy.
Y/n really knew how to work the stage and make it her bitch.
Bob was mesmerized. Utterly speechless as his eyes glued to the woman he once called his best friend. All he could do was stand there and stare, while willing his heart to calm down by how fast it was beating.
It was to be a two hour show at the least, and Bob didnât know if he wanted to leave as quickly as he could or wishing the show would last forever. Seeing Y/n up close and performing before a crowd made him feel things he didnât know were possible. Her dazzling smile, dancing across the stage and playing the guitar was everything he couldâve dreamed for her.
He loved her. Bottom line, Bob loved Y/n like no other.
When their eyes connected 30 minutes before the concert ended, causing Y/n to drop the microphone and throw her off for the remainder of the concert, Bob knew he couldnât marry Abby.
He wasnât sure if Y/n recognized him at first, but the rockstar had approached the side he was standing at to interact with the crowd when her gaze landed on his. Eyes widening, Y/n literally dropped the microphone causing the impact to echo through the speakers. Bobâs cheeks went bright red, unable to look away in their 2-second staring contest until Y/n blinked rapidly and cursed.
âShit,â he saw her mouth as soon as the microphone hit the platform, bending down quickly to pick it up. âSorry about that guys,â she nervously laughed, eyes glancing at Bob as though to make sure they werenât deceiving her. A sharp intake of breath indicated she realized it wasnât a trick. Walking backwards until she was back to the middle of the stage where the band was, Y/nâs tone became flustered, âU-uh, we only got a couple songs left in the show. Weâre gonna take a quick five minute break so just hang tight.â
Bob could see the looks of concern from her friends/bandmates as she ran off stage, the group following behind. His heart dropped, rubbing a hand over his face to calm down the anxiety in his veins.
âWhat the hell was that about?â Derek laughed, âIt was like she saw a ghost or something.â Everyone besides Bob agreed, none seeing the way Abby was staring at him with an unreadable expression.
When the band returned for the final act Y/n did her best to not look at the section Bob was in. Unlike everyone else in attendance, the Navy officer could pick up on the fact she was more tense than at the start of the show. Her voice shook lightly when delivering the lyrics to âIrisâ, although it was as though she was putting more emotion than ever into the song, bringing tears to Bobâs eyes. Y/n also appeared to hold back tears, quickly transitioning the song to their next to avoid breaking down.
â1985â was the last in their set, everyone in MSG jumping up and down to the chorus and screaming the lyrics. Y/n smiled the entire time, finally letting a tear slip when the concert came to an end. To everyone it may have looked like the rockstar was overwhelmed with emotion at the fact she just played Madison Square Garden before a sold out crowd. But for Robert Floyd, he knew those tears were because of him.
Especially when they connected eyes again, Y/nâs lip quivering before turning away to hide her face. When she walked off with the band Bob felt his heart go with her.
âYouâre hiding something,â Abby said with a soft tone when they arrived back home late that night. It was nearly 3 in the morning, the concert having ended at 11.
Bob tilted his head back, eyes closing to block off the rest of the world, âPlease, letâs not do this.â He just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.
âYou know, I always wondered why your knuckles would tighten around the steering wheel when their songs played on the radio, or why you look like you wanna cry anytime I sing âIrisâ at karaoke, why you canât even look at me when I do,â she lists off, voice slightly rising. âThen thereâs that box of letters you hide in the closet. AndâŚ.and the photo album you wonât even let me look at. Weâve been together for a year, and you have not once told me you loved me.â By now Abbyâs voice wavered, sniffing as she continued.
âIâve been a fan of The 1985âs for close to a year now, but it wasnât until tonight I actually read up on them. On Y/nâŚ..â she saw how his body reacted, confirming her suspicion even more. âHow she was living in L.A when they got discovered, but she grew up somewhere elseâŚ..Sheâs from Montana. The same town as you, Robert.â
âThatâs just a coincidenceâ.â
âShe went to the same high school as you!â Abby shouted, pushing off the wall she was leaning against. âYou told me your town had less than four-thousand peopleâand only one high school. She wouldâve gone there, Robertâin fact it said her mom was a teacher at the elementary school. The same one your mom taught at!â
By now Bob had enough, mouth tightening as he spoke calmly to his âfiancĂŠâ, âWhat do you want to know, Abby?â
âWho was she to you? Donât fucking say shit like âI donât know what youâre talking about,ââI saw her look at you,â tears pricked in her blue eyes. âHow she looked like sheâd been punched straight through the heart. She fucking dropped the microphoneâand looked like she wanted to faint! Like you were a walking ghost. And youâŚ.you looked the same.â Pausing, she thought back to his face at the concert. There was no doubt Y/n and him had locked eyes, she heard him audibly react despite the noise.
âYou looked like someone with deep regret. Someone who longed for a second chance. You looked like someone in love, Robert. Never have you looked at me that way.â Abby waited for him to respond, but Bob was unable to speak, expression unreadable causing her heart to break.
âJust please,â she breathed out, âtell me the truth, Bob. What was she to you?â
Silence filled the room, causing the tension to rise. It stayed that way until Bob finally sighed, face falling as he admitted what she already knew.
âShe was everything. She is everything.â
When it came time to ship out two months later Bob was not the married man he expected to be. In all honesty, he was relieved. That night the argument had ended with Bob telling Abby he couldnât marry herâheâd be hurting her even more if he followed through with it. Never could he love her the way he did Y/n and wouldn't put her through that. Going their separate ways was for the best. Even though heâd likely never be with Y/n, no one could compare to her.
Abby was angry as one could expect but part of her knew it was for the best. What good was it getting into a loveless marriage? She almost resented the rockstar, feeling like she could never enjoy the 1985âs anymore knowing the man she thought she spent the rest of her life with was hopelessly in love with his former best friend, who was the frontwoman of her favorite band. But then Abby took some time to think, and felt her heart break for Bob. She couldnât imagine what it was like loving someone you couldnât have.
Ending their engagement and agreeing to be friends, Bob told stories about growing up with Y/nâeven bringing out the letters and photo album for her to see. It amazed the woman, flipping through the pages to see the singer when she was a child and teenager. It was almost funny to see how polar opposites the two best friends were, Y/n with her 80s band t-shirts and ripped jeans next to a Bob in his cowboy hat and flannels. As teenagers Y/n dabbled more in the grunge makeup. One photo made Abby laugh as it showed Bob with black eyeliner and glitter on his cheeks.
Coming across the end of the album was a half of a âBest Friends Foreverâ necklace taped to the page. Abby frowned, âWhat happened between the two of you?â
This was a question he never thought heâd answer, thinking heâd go the rest of his life without anyone finding out his history with Y/n.
âAfter she moved we stayed in contact for about two years. Weâd call every Fridayâsend letters from time to time ....â He paused, biting his lip as the frown took over. âBut I stopped responding and answering.â
âWhy?â
âIt hurt too much,â he admitted, hating the way his heart clenched. âI never said anything because I didnât want to lose what we had,â he looked to the ground, âbut then it just became too overwhelming and I thought if weâŚ.if we drifted apart then I eventually could move on.â
Abby is silent, glancing at the picture of him and Y/n before looking back at the necklace, âWanna hear something, Bob? Something you probably wonât believe, but I promise you itâs more likely than you think?â He looks up from the floor, brow raised slightly.
âWhat?â
âI think Y/n loves you.â
âNot in the way you think, Abby,â Bob deflects with a shake of the head. âAnd she definitely doesnât anymoreâshe hates me no doubt.â
âNo, listen to me,â she closes the album, setting it aside. âWhen did you two stop talking?â
âAround fall of 2003,â he tells her, look of regret in his visage, âin 2004 was the last time she phoned the house.â
Abby thinks back in her research of the band, shoulders dropping slightly, âThatâs when they got signed to Capitol Records. âPayphoneâ and âIrisâ came out last year, but Y/n said in an interview she wrote them the night they were signedâwhich had people confused because theyâre sad songs that were written on a night that was supposed to be happy. Donât you see?â She waves her hand at his now confused gaze, making her huff. âShe probably had called your house hoping to tell you the news! Anyone who hears those songs knows itâs about heartbreak. And not the type of heartbreak you get by a friendship disintegrating, Bob. Thatâs the heartbreak when someone you love with your entire soul hurts you.â
âAbby please,â Bob pleads with her, water lining his eyes. Falling silent the woman leans away, solemn in her expression.
âAll Iâm saying is she loved you more than you think. And judging by her reaction to you tonight, I think Iâm right when I say Y/n would give anything for you to talk to her againâŚ..â
For years Bob thought about what Abby had told him that night they broke up. It kept him up at night especially when The 1985âs came up that day either in conversation or on the radio. There were times he was tempted to write a letter, but life would get crazy with the Navy and then in 2011 he was invited to Top Gun.
Devastated couldnât even be the right word to describe how Bob felt when it was revealed Y/n had eloped with a Hollywood heartthrob. Not a fan of social media, Bob had just returned back to his squadron after graduating from Top Gun to turn on E! News where they were covering the story.
âWedding bells are in store for rockstar Y/n L/n of The 1985s and actor Enrique Lorenzo from The Walking Dead. The two have been spotted throughout the year looking cozy at award shows and Lorenzo attending The 1985âs concerts in L.A and Atlanta. An inside source has gotten word the two applied for a marriage license two days ago and earlier this morning had a private ceremony with close friends and family in West Hollywood. Neither has confirmed if they have in fact tied the knot, but I would keep your eyes out. In the meantime, congratulations to the happy couple and weâre looking forward to seeing Y/nâs ring.â
It seemed like all the air had left Bob, turning off the tv in a flash but still pointing the remote as he stood stunned. Then his phone buzzed with messages.
âHoney, just checking in. Call me when you get home,â was from his mom, trying to avoid the obvious elephant and would rather discuss it over the phone.
âHave you heard the news?â Abby wrote. âIâm so sorry, Bob.â He actually appreciated that she wasnât walking on eggshells. That she was upfront with him. Though itâd been over four years since their breakup, and Abby was now married with children, the two remained friends and often checked in with each other occasionally.
âIt was bound to happen some time,â he replied before turning off his phone so he couldnât receive any more messages.
The rest of the night he was pretty much a walking shell, then as the years went on Bob closed himself off. Hardly did he date, and when he did they only lasted a few months before the girls realized he was not ready for the commitment they were wanting. Some understood, others were more aggressive when spitting out their feelings. Never did he admit why he couldnât love them the way they wanted. The only people who knew who his heart belonged to were Abby and his family.
2015 Bob was transferred to Lemoore when the news broke that Y/n and Enrique had divorced after nearly four years of marriage, however, they had been secretly separated for almost a year before it was finalized. Cursing mentally, Bob couldnât help but feel a slight reliefâwhich was completely fucked up knowing Y/n was going through a difficult time and here he was silently celebrating, as though he really had a chance now to make things right.
That shouldâve been his sign to call her mother and ask for Y/nâs number, with the hope sheâd give it to him. But then Bob felt it was too soon. Her divorce had just been finalized, he didnât know the exact reason despite the former couple citing irreconcilable differences. Whatever it was, Bob wasnât sure he wanted to know but at the same time couldnât help but be curious.
Heâd get his answer almost two years later in January of 2017 when he flew home to Montana to celebrate his birthday. It was his 32nd and his mother literally begged him to come home so they could all be together now that Bobâs sister had recently had twins and were there to visit. Wanting to meet his nieces, the WSO relented and booked a flight for the weekend after confirming his leave.
Suspicion filled him with the way his family was acting when he arrived. Almost like they were excited but nervous, which only confused the officer. He was in his service khakis, pulling his cap off when they got inside and removing his windbreaker before setting it on the coat rack.
Thatâs when he saw the black suitcase in the corner.
âWhoâs is that?â He asked with a raised brow, noticing his mother slightly tense. It wasnât a luggage he recognized as one of theirs, and it was as though it had just been placed there.
And his sister had already unpacked in her old room. So it wasnât hers.
Blushing, his mother tried to find the right words, âOh-um, Itâsâ.â
âItâs mine.��
32 years had gone by in Bobâs life and never did he think heâd experience anything close to cardiac arrest. But hearing Y/nâs voice, so close as though she was behind him, made him think he was about to die right then and there.
Then he turned around, slowly, heart beating so fast it was about to explode from his chest, and she was there. Standing at the end of the staircase in a beautiful black leather dress with matching knee high boots, her hair slicked back into a bun and minimal makeup showcasing her gorgeous face.
She was ethereal. Absolutely breathtaking.
The last time he saw her in person was when they were 22, before that was 16. Here she was a grown woman whoâd been through a hell of a life. She looked beyond gorgeous, and Bob felt the heat rise to his cheeks.
Only her gaze was not as warm as the emotions Bob was feeling. Honestly he felt like he could be six feet in the ground with how she was looking at him. Betrayal, heartbreak, anger, but underneath it there was love and hope.
âHello, Robert.â
He didnât even know how to react. All he could do was stand there, speechless with his mouth slightly agape. Eventually he just breathed out, âY/n.â
Stoic, Y/n glanced at his mother, âMrs. Floyd, could you please give us a moment.â
âOf course,â the older woman nodded, bidding her son a glance, âWeâll all be out on the porch.â
Nodding in thanks, Y/n waited until she and everyone in the house had moved outside before facing Bob again. Chills ran up his arms when she let her eyes trail over his figure, remaining emotionless.
An awkward silence passed, neither really knowing what to say. Bob was hesitant to break it, hoping she would but Y/n just continued to stare at him. Both unable to form the words.
Finally he tried to say, ây-you uhh, wow.â He swore he heard her scoff under her breath.
âYeah, wow,â her tone broke his heart, but then again Bob couldnât blame her. After all, heâs the reason they drifted apart. When he didnât reply, instead glancing to the ground, she scoffed louder, âThatâs all you can really say? âWowâ? After thirteen years, Robert, all you have to fucking say to me is âwowâ? No, âIâm sorry,â no âI can explain everything.ââ
Anxiety rising, Bob sighed which only made her angrier. âY/n, I-Iâ.â
She couldnât stop herself, âWhy?â The question haunted her for over a decade. âWhy did you just throw me away like trashâa-after everything weâd been through? You owe me the reason why you broke your word to me and made me feel like shit. I have waited and waited for years, Robert, hoping you would call or send a letter but now Iâve had enough so you canât run away from me now. So start talking.â
âY/n, I didnât mean for y-you to feel like that,â he tried to explain, but the words were not the best, causing her to explode.
âHow else was it supposed to make me feel!?â She threw her hands out. âThatâs how it came off as to me! âAll always be here for you,â my ass, Robert. You remember telling me that? It was only two yearsâtwo years of us doing so well with the distanceâI was even planning on surprising you for fucking Christmas and then it was just gone in the blink of an eye,â snapping her fingers, Y/n emphasized her point. âNo explanation, no warning. Nothing to tell me you didnât want to be friends anymore, having your mom give me excuse after excuse why you wouldn't come to the phone.â She pauses to calm herself, her tone kept rising with each word.
Bob takes the moment to speak, âItâsâŚY/n, you have to understand it was never my intention to hurt you,â when she made a sound of, âyeah right,â he rushed out, âPlease! I fucked up, I know I did and Iâve regretted every second of it since thenâand as much as I wanted to reach out and apologize, explain to why it happenedâŚI just felt so ashamed and then I heard you on the radio,â a sad smile comes to his lips, seeing her stiffen at the mention of her debut. âAnd when I heard your voice, I just thought that was it. You didnât need me anymore and believed you would forget about me eventually.â
âForget about you?â Her tone went soft, eyes glistening. âYou were my best friendâsince we were fucking five, Robert!â He flinched, shame filling his veins. âWe did everything together, I shared everything with you. My musicâsome of which were inspired by the fucking things we did,â the confession had his eyes widened a bit, âYou think I would just forget all of that? Thirteen years worth of friendship down the drain? Sorry, but Iâm not like youâI wouldnât just ditch the only person I trusted most in this world because I was starting to become something. Did your mom tell you I called?â She suddenly asked, not letting him answer before she was ranting again, âIt was almost a year after you threw me to the winds. The night I fucking met with Capitol Records and got offered the opportunity of a lifetimeâŚ.I wanted to share that with you. Despite the fact we hadnât talked for almost a goddamn year, I desperately wanted to hear your voice and tell you I did it,â her voice cracked at the end, causing tears to prick in Bobâs eyes at the sight she was fighting back her own.
âThat I did it,â Y/n held back the sob threatening to escape. âYou were the only one who believed in me, and I couldnât even share that with you. Because you didnât want me in your life anymoreâand you know what thatâs okay. Friendships come and go, but you couldnât even give me the fucking respect to tell me. And then you come to my show!â Now she was shouting, âYeah I know that was you, donât even try to deny it. It may have been four years at that time but I know damn well that was you in New York. I cannot fucking believe you would come to my show and not even tell me! And then to not reach out after was a fucking slap to my face.â Her breathing was starting to get heavy, the woman pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose.
âI donât even recognize you honestly. The Robert I knew wouldâve never hurt me like you did. He wouldâve at least shown me some respect. He wouldn't leave me to wonder what I did wrong.â
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â he said sternly.
âWell it doesnât feel that way now does it?â She said just as harsh, âWhy?â
âY/n, itâs complicated,â he put his hands to his neck, looking at the ceiling as he started to lose composure.
âThen tell me why!â
âBecause I fucking love you thatâs why!â
The words had left Bobâs mouth before he could stop himself. Silence ignited, the WSO covering his mouth with a hand as he went pale, staring at Y/n whose own mouth was parted. The confession had hit her full blast, causing her to stumble back as though she physically felt them possess her. A shaky hand came to her own mouth, looking away from the man when her eyes closed allowing the tears to spill on her cheeks.
âI love you,â Bob whispered, mirroring her expression. âIâve loved you since we were fifteen, Y/n. I knew I felt something when we were twelve, but I just brushed it off thinking I was confused. But then I couldnât stop thinking about youâand what we could have. But I didnât want to lose you if you didnât feel the same.â Opening his eyes, they locked on hers. God even when she cried she looked beautiful. âWhen you leftâŚI thought it would be easier to move on. But then we talked every week and the feelings wouldnât go away. No matter how much I tried. You took my heart with you to L.A. and youâve had it ever since.â
He waited for her to respond, chest on fire with how bad his heart was racing. Fingertips were going numb as Bob stared at her with pleading eyes. âIâm sorry. I canât go back in time and change it as much as I wish I could. Please know, Y/n, Iâm so fucking sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry for hurting you. I wonât ask for your forgiveness because I donât deserve it. I wonât blame you if you walk out that door and we never see each other again. But just when you do, know that Iâm truly, deeply, sorry.â
Time seemed to slow now with the two adults staring at each other. Now that it was all out in the open, Y/n seemed to be processing the whole thing. Bob couldnât tell what she was thinking. Unbeknownst to him, Y/nâs brain was screaming, as was her heart. Lips quivering, the woman sniffed.
âYou love me?â
âI do,â Bob signed after a moment. He no longer could keep it in, feeling the immense relief at being able to finally say it aloud.
âFor years?â
âAlmost seventeen.â
âSeventeen,â she repeated with an unreadable tone. âY-you, I thoughtâyour mom told me you were engaged.â
âThat was in college,â he explained softly. âShe was at the show with me that night. Saw how we reacted to each other and realized things I tried to hide. I ended things with herâI couldnât trap her in a marriage that would make her unhappyâmake me unhappy. She understood after a while and we stayed friends.â Bob rubbed his jaw, adding, âeveryone else that came along was the same. I couldnât love them the way they wanted me to. My heart wouldnât allow it.â
Y/n leaned her head against the wall behind her, gazing at the ceiling, âA-and you were just going to go through life alone? Never planning to settle or be happy?â
âWhat good would it be hurting someone by committing to them when I couldnât offer everything they would give me in return. They could love me, but I couldnât love them, Y/n, and thatâs unfair.â He wiped away a tear that slipped from his eye, no doubt his irises were red, âIâd rather be alone than do that to someone.â
She took a sharp inhale at that, more tears falling. âYou shouldâve told me,â her voice cracked, making him look away. Only to freeze when she said in almost a whisper, âBecause we couldâve had all this time.â
âWh-what?â Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or did she really just say what he thought she did?
Y/n chuckled, but it was more of laughing at how sad the situation was. Shaking her head, her eyes stayed on her boots as she said, âDid you ever wonder why I rejected Tyler Davies when he asked me to homecoming junior year, insisting I wanted to go with you instead?â Tyler was the quarterback of their high school football team. A senior, who asked Y/n to the dance and became the talk of the school when she said no. Many were jealous she even got his attention, riddled with shock she would reject the star player.
âBecause you felt sorry for me I didnât ask anyone?â He asked like it was obvious, causing her to huff.
âBecause I wanted you to ask me,â his heart skipped again, âAnd whenever Melinda Perry would flirt with you in government I would literally send her daggers because of how jealous I was. Why do you think I warned you not to go out with her when you asked for my advice? Yeah I knew she was a snake to most of her boyfriends, but I was also selfish because I didnât want you dating someone else. God, Robby, you were so blind. Even with your glasses you still couldnât see that I loved you.â It was though he was on cloud 9, disbelief at what he was hearing.
Y/n loved him. At least she did when they were teenagers.
The next question couldnât even form in his mind before she was lifting her head back up, shrugging when allowing the confession to fall from her lips. âAnd as much as I want to hate you right, I canât bring myself to. Because Iâm still hopelessly in love with you, Robby.â
Now he was the one stumbling back. âY-you do?â
âI do. Iâve loved you since I was sixteen.â
He didnât recall much that happened after that. Just that his feet were carrying him over to her, cupping her face in his hands and moving their faces close together. Lips just barely brushing over, he waited for her to make the next move. Y/n wasted no time, pressing her mouth to his and the two felt the eruption of warmth and love consume their bodies. Her arms around his neck, her fingers ran through his blonde hair causing Bob to groan. The sound made her gasp, allowing Bob to slip his tongue past her lips and heat up the kiss.
âI love you,â he whispered against her lips, bringing them back together.
âI love you too.â
âIâm sorry, Y/n.â His arms went to cradle her, pressing her against the wall. She simply nodded before kissing him back, âI forgive you, Robby.â God he missed that name. Only she could make him feel some type of way when she said it. He chuckled when she added, âEven though I should slap the fuck out of you.â
It was a miracle they made it up the stairs and into his childhood bedroom which was now a guest room. He had to remember to lock the door after setting her on the bed, praying to God his family would stay outside. There was music playing from what he could hear through the window so it made things easier when the two got lost in each other.
Clothes scattered the floor, kisses and hushed whispers shared between the two. Bob worshiped Y/n, letting his mouth kiss along every inch of her, trailing down any tattoos that coated her skin and paying extra attention in the places that brought her the most pleasure.
When he entered her they both sighed in bliss, moving as one until they reached a climax that brought them both to tears. All the time Bob whispered how much he loved her, Y/n repeating it each time. She moaned with each thrust and whenever she pleaded with him to do something Bob delivered it without hesitation. With her leg over his shoulder, chests pressed and mouths attached together the officer believed if he died right there it would be with a smile on his face. They came together, Y/n gasping his name as he eased them through their climax. When it was over Bob leaned down to capture her lips, wiping away her tears before removing himself to clean her. They basked in the afterglow, Y/n laying her head on his chest while he lightly traced the tattoos on her arm with his finger.
âCan I ask you something?â He asked, making her humm in response. âEnriqueâŚâ
The woman made a sound, lifting her head to gaze at him. âEnrique and I had been friends for some timeâand we did drunkenly hook up once to get the sexual tension out of the way but that was it,â Bob controlled his reaction, though he couldn't say anything for he too had his fair share of one night stands. âThe bandâs contract was renewed and The Walking Dead was just starting out. The label and his producers thought it was a good idea for us to be seen together. Just to bring in some press for our upcoming album and the show. But we never felt anything more than friends for each other.â
Bob sat up a bit, causing her to lean on her elbows as she rested on her stomach. His expression was unreadable, âbut you two were married.â Again Y/n let out a sigh.
âEnrique and I were friends so we shared things. He confided in me, I confided in himâEnrique was in love with someone who he couldnât have. Ring a bell?â She raised a brow at him. âI was in the same boat. Just like how you said you couldnât bring yourself to love anyone else, I couldnât either. But at the time I thought you were married, Robby.â That had his eyes widened. âI called your mom after the concert that night, hoping to get to you and she told me you were engaged. So when I met Enrique and we both were going through the same thing, we thought âinstead of being miserable alone, letâs be miserable together.â Our publicists hated the idea, but we both believed we wouldnât get our fairytale ending.â
Something in the way she said that last sentence had Bob think about Enrique Lorenzo. Most recently it was revealed he was in a relationship with fellow costar Simon Zahir, coming out as bisexual to the world with an instagram post of the two sharing a kiss.
âSo you married him even though you didnât love him?â Kinda like how he almost did with Abby. It made Bob frown thinking about it.
âI did love him, just not the way a wife should love their husband. And he understood because he couldnât love me the way a husband would their wife,â she sadly smiled, âIt was a mutual understanding where we would go and support each other at premiers and award shows, kiss for the cameras, all that was needed to show the media we were a happy couple. But behind closed doors we actually lived separately.â
Hesitant to ask, Bob waited a moment before saying what was on his mind the last couple years. âWhat made you two divorce?â The question made her give a small smile.
âSimon confessed to Enrique he loved him after they finished filming season four, and that he and his wife were divorcing. When Enrique told me⌠I could just see the hope in his eyes, and who was I to deny him his chance at happiness just because I didnât want to be alone. It would have been selfish of me to. No, I told him the first thing the next morning weâd file but our publicists called and asked to wait until Simon was divorced before we went through with ours. Thatâs why we were âseparatedâ for a year,â she put quotes around âseparatedâ. âWe didnât want to cite irreconcilable differences since it was a mutual decision, but the lawyers thought that was the best route to go.â
Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek, Bob asked the second question he wanted to know, âWhat made you come here?â She leaned into his touch, âyou said you thought I was married. How did you even get here?â The last question was more due to the fact The 1985âs were currently on tour. It was another reason why he was so shocked to see her there when he arrived.
âWe played in Helena last night. After the show I had this feeling I needed to come here, so I called my mom to get your momâs number. Thatâs when she told me you were flying in today.â Her face turned to one of guilt, âI sorta feel like a bitch because tomorrow is your birthday and I came here knowing there would likely be an argument. Even though I thought you were married, I just really wanted to know the truth. It was eating me up. And with that feeling I needed to come here again after so many years, it sorta felt like a signâif you can call it that.â
Leaning more into his hand, Y/n added, âI didnât come with the intentions of winning you over or anythingâespecially under the impression you were married. I wanted answers, that was all. Although,â she kisses his wrist, âIâm not complaining with how things turned out.â
âMe either,â he agreed with a laugh. As he moved in to kiss her, a knock on the door interrupted causing the two to look like deer in headlights.
âIf you two are presentable,â it was his sister, âthen weâd be happy if yâall joined us for dinner sometime soon. But by all means, take your time.â She ended with a cheeky laugh before footsteps indicated she had walked away.
Bob let his head fall back into the pillow with a groan while Y/n giggled. She went to get up, but the man wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. âFive more minutes,â he mumbled into her neck. âIâve waited too long for this.â Humming, he felt her hands go to his air, maneuvering them so he was on top of her.
Y/n gasped at the feeling of him becoming hard again, causing Bob to smirk as she wrapped her legs around him to offer assistance. âMe too, baby. Me too.â
In the haze of it all and as the weeks passed, the two began to live the life they dreamed of with each other. Neither realized they had forgotten protection that nightâŚ.until Y/n was puking on the tour bus and counted the days since her last period.
âLook at me,â Bob held her hands. They sat in her hotel room in Sacramento, the band finishing out their tour in California before setting to work on their next album. When she called him that morning about her possibly being pregnant Bob got in his car and drove straight there. Thankfully it was a Saturday so he was off and had great timing. Pepper was kind enough to give her a spare pregnancy test she had on her, so Y/n waited until Bob arrived to take it.
Relieving herself on the stick, she kept it in the bathroom to wait for the results while she sat with him on the bed. She was crying, unsure how to feel. Part of her was excited at the idea of being pregnant and having a baby with Bob, but also feared it was too soon. They had just started dating, she was on tour until the end of the month, and they had been keeping their relationship quiet from the public so she was scared of what could happen.
For the WSO, he was going to be happy regardless of the outcome. âLook at me, Y/n. Everything is going to be okay. I am not leaving youâI swear to you, baby. If that says positive, then believe me when I say I will be the happiest man alive,â she whimpered, making him press kisses her cheek lovingly, âWeâll get through it together. Youâre gonna be done with the tour in a few weeks and then we can take it from there. And if itâs negative then thatâs completely okay too.â
When the results did come, the stick reading in small letters pregnant, the couple cried together with Bob pulling Y/n into his lap. âI love youâI love you,â he kissed all over her face, her cries turning into giggles. âItâs going to be okay, Y/n. Iâm so happy, darlinâ. So so happy. I want nothing more in this world than to have a baby with you. Youâre going to be the best momma ever. I know it.â
October of 2017 brought Marcel Brandon Floyd into the world. Keeping her pregnancy a secret, no one besides the band and their families had knowledge of the birth of their son. Thankfully Bobâs identity was still hidden, both very careful to not let paparazzi catch them together. Especially with Y/n being pregnant they didnât want to add on the stress of the media discovering their relationship. They planned to announce it on their own at some point once the baby had arrived.
It wasnât until Marcel was roughly a month old that Y/n posted an Instagram picture with his tiny hand wrapped around her finger, âmy world has arrived đ¤ 10.20.17.â The announcement had Y/n trending #1 on Twitter and talk show hosts calling to have her on the show. Y/n declined, she only really made television appearances with the band if they were performing, but that was only when they released new music.
Around the holidays was when Bob proposed. They were sitting by the fire, Y/n in his lap with Marcel in her arms when Bob simply said, âMarry me.â
At first she thought he was joking, but then he removed a velvet box from his pocket. Her eyes watered, âAre you serious?â
âMore than Iâve ever been. Youâre my person, baby. Iâve waited for this moment my whole lifeâand I wonât waste another second. Marry me, Y/n. Be my wife and I promise to love you even after death.â
He truly meant it when he said he didnât want to waste another second. After she said yes, they put Marcel to bed and Bob made an appointment at the courthouse, both agreeing to get legally married and wait for a big ceremony some other time. They made love all through the night until the sun rose. In the morning the little family and the band gathered in the courthouse and tied the knot.
Y/n already knew the media was going to have stuff to say about her when the news broke. This was her second marriage, also happening in the spur of the moment like her first one. Only this time around it was with her soulmate so the rockstar couldnât give a fuck what they had to say. She and Bob were coming up on a year, had a child, and planned to spend every second of their lives together. She loved him with every ounce of her being.
On instagram the picture posted was of their rings followed by one of them kissing where his face was hidden. âIâve been keeping a secret from all of you. In January I reunited with my childhood best friend, who I was in love with way before The 1985âs were even thought of. Things happened in life causing us to drift apart, but we recently found our way back to each other and I plan to never let him go. He is my second half. The person I was meant to grow old with. I canât put into words how happy I am and with the birth of our son, our little fairytale seems to be working out. Some of you may think this is all too fast but let me tell you this, weâve waited a long time for this moment. I ask that you please respect our privacy and thank you to all who have supported me over the years. Much love, Y/n âĽď¸â
For almost two years the two kept their relationship under wraps from the media. Then in October of 2019, just before Marcelâs birthday Bob was called back to Top Gun. Itâd been several years since he graduated from the program, surprised they even wanted him for the mission. With how timing was the WSO would have to report to Fightertown a couple days after his son turned two. Y/n had a beach house in San Diego, deciding her and Marcel would stay there while Bob was in his detachment and what made it better was Xavier and Farrahâwho fell in love over the course of their years as a bandâ were both from San Diego, both currently there while the band took a small break. Bob would have to stay on base with candidates, but after training ended heâd come to the house to be with them.
Pepper and Thomas were back in L.A, but weâre working on beats for their upcoming album and sending the three what they had for them to add on or scrap if they felt it didnât fit. They had a meeting with the two Zoom with Xavier and Farrah and their two young kids at Y/nâs place the day she got the call Bob was in an accident.
âHello?â She answered the phone, moving to the side away from where Xavier was drumming. Marcel was in his little playpen, a pair of baby earmuffs over his ears to protect them from the loud noise.
âHiâŚ.â The guy on the opposite end let out a soft chuckle. âIâm looking for uh, Y/n L/n?â His tone was that of someone who found it funny he was asking for someone he definitely thought wouldnât be on the other end of the phone. Like he saw the name on the card and said, âthereâs no fucking way this is the guy married to Y/n L/n,â but because of his job he had to call the number anyway.
âThis is her. Who am I speaking to?â
The man went silent for a moment, before clearing his throat. âThis is Lieutenant Royce from NAS Miramar medical group,â Y/nâs heart picked up as dread filled her, âCan you confirm you are the spouse of Lieutenant Robert Floyd.â
âYes,â she rushed out. âI am. Is he okay? Did something happen?â Closing her eyes, she prayed she wasnât about to receive the worst news imaginable. No, Bob had to be okay.
âThere was an accident with his F-18 this afternoon, he had to ejectâ.â
âExcuse me one second,â she apologized before bringing the phone back slightly to yell at the drummer, âXavier! Stop drumming for five secondsâI need to fucking hear right now!â The man winced as he mouthed, âsorryâ catching the ashen look on her face. Both he and Farrah set aside their instruments, watching Y/n turn away to speak again, this time more calmly. âPlease repeat that for me, Lieutenant.â
When Royce heard the name of The 1985âs drummer being shouted at, the Lieutenant nearly forgot what he was calling for, âU-uh, yes. There was an emergency ejection in your husbandâs F-18 this afternoon during training. He is okay minus a few bruises, but he will be staying overnight in our facility for observation.â
âOh my gosh, okay,â she breathed in relief, bringing a hand to her mouth to calm herself. âIs there any way I can see him?â
âDo you have a dependent ID card?â She tells him yes and he says with a light cough, âThen yes you can come onto base and see him.â Royce gave the address, still finding it hard to believe he may have been talking with the frontwoman of the most popular rock band in the last 15 years. He really thought it was just someone who shared a name with her. But then again, they sounded very alike.
Thanking the officer, Y/n wrote down the address and rushed to grab her purse. âI have to go to baseâsomething happened with Bob. Can you guys watch Marcel until I get back?â
âOf course,â Farrah told her, âgo go, weâll stay here and clean everything up.â
Practically speeding onto base, it was the first time she ever had to use her military ID, which had the guard at the front gate jaw drop. He maintained professionalism, scanning her card and nodding to the rockstar. As much as he wanted to ask for a photo the guy could tell she was in distress and it wasnât a good idea. âHave a good day, Ms. L/n.â
âThank you, sir. You too.â She waved apologetically, recognizing the look she often got from fans. Had the situation been different she wouldâve happily chatted a little longer.
It was the same when she got to the infirmary. The receptionist, who looked to be in her mid twenties, dropped the apple in her hand while other young servicemen were doing double takes and whispering. âThatâs fucking Y/n L/n.â âAre you sure?â âIâm serious! I had a huge crush on her in college. Iâd recognize her anywhere.â
âHi,â she offered a small smile, aware the guy to her left had his phone out trying to sneak a picture, likely tweeting the fact she was in a Navy hospital. âIâm looking for my husband, Lieutenant Robert Floyd. I received a call from a Lieutenant Royce saying he was here.â
Upon hearing his name, the gentlemen seated behind the girl with his back to her spun around, eyes bulging when they landed on Y/n. The chair almost fell when he stood abruptly. âT-thatâs me. Yes Iâm the one who called you, Ms. L/n. If you would follow me Iâll take you to him.â
âThank you,â she walked behind him, ignoring the whispers and comments made by those around. By now TMZ probably got tipped off, she could already feel her phone buzzingâno doubt from her publicist wondering what the hell was going on. She made a mental note to call her back later to explain.
Royce knocked gently on the door before opening it, âLieutenantâoh you have visitors I apologize,â he glanced over his shoulder to Y/n, still in disbelief on what he was about to say. Turning back to Bob, Royce gives a nod, âyour wife is here.â
âShe is?â Y/n heard Bob, and some murmurs of voices going, âWife?â âWhen the hell did he get married?â
Pushing past Royce, thanking him briefly, Y/n entered the room only to stop short at the several pairs of eyes landing on her. Off to the side she saw a man with a buzz cut drop his bag of chips, choking on the one in his mouth, âWhat. the. fuck.â
The two standing in front of the bedâmouths agapeâparted away allowing Y/n to see Bob sitting with his flight suit unzipped and tied around his waist. Exhaling in utter relief the woman rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck. âOh, Robby.â She felt his arms go to her waist, pulling her closer as she hid her face in his neck. Y/n could literally cry with how happy she was to see him in one piece.
âIâm okay, darlinâ.â He rubbed her back, aware his fellow aviators were staring at them with mixed expressions. They looked confused, disbelieved, shocked, and in awe.
The quiet, reserved, yet sometimes sassy WSO is married to the woman who's been ruling the radio over the last decade.
Who had seven fucking Grammyâs under her bandâs name.
Pulling away, Y/n ran her hands along his shoulders, checking for any visible wounds. âWhat happened? Lieutenant Royce told me you had to eject?â
âThere was a bird strike,â he explained, taking her hands and soothing them with his thumbs. âWe lost both enginesâPhoenix tried to get back control but we were going too fast and couldnât save the jet. Had to eject at the last secondâweâre okay though, I promise. Just a little shaken.â
âThank God youâre alright,â she sniffed, hugging him again while kissing his cheek. âLeave it to you getting in an accident that makes me use my ID for the first time.â
âHow was that?â
âInteresting. I was tempted to run the gate because I had no patience, but controlled myself. Getting arrested would not have been good.â
âNo it wouldnât,â he chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead.
The clearing of someoneâs throat ended the moment, Y/n removing herself from Bob to face the group of aviators who were still speechless by the scene. Smiling shyly, Y/n took in each of them. âHello, Iâm Y/n.â
âOh we know who you are,â Fanboy said with awe, groaning when Payback smacked his shoulder with a disapproving look. âSorry that was not the best thing to say. What I-I meant was weâre all fans of your work.â
âAnd by that he means we were all jamming to your music on the tarmac just yesterday, not understanding why Bobby here looked so smug when Seresin said he could totally get a shot with you if he ever got the chance,â Rooster added on, resulting in the blonde pilot to glare at him before blushing when the others started to laugh.
âWell now I sure as hell wonât tryâIâm not that shallow to hit on a married woman, Bradshaw. Made that mistake ages ago and it was not pretty. Anyways, sorry Bob for what I said,â he held a hand up, âbut let me be the first to say what a fucking G you are. And Y/n, itâs an honor to be in your presence. Big fan.â
Y/n raised a brow, smirking to her husband to see his reaction. He sure did look smug, keeping his arm around her waist. âA fucking G, huh?â
âHeâs the one who said it,â he smiles before noticing she was alone when she arrived, âWhereâs Marcel?â
âWith Xav and Farrah. They were at the house when I got the callâwe were working on some songs.â In the corner of her eye she saw Coyote and Fanboy visibly react to the mention of her bandmates.
âForgive me for asking,â Phoenix finally spoke from her bed that was seated right next to Bobâs. âBut werenât you two childhood best friends if Iâm not mistaken? Sorry if itâs too personal, but I remember seeing your post on instagram two years ago and I thought it said something like that.â
The couple smiled, confirming her wonders. âYeah,â Bob looked at Y/n with love in his eyes. âWe grew up together. Took a hell of a long time before we could get our chance at love, but it was worth the wait.â
For almost an hour the aviators learned more about Y/n and Bobâs relationship, literally saying it should be a romance novel with what life threw at them. The hopeless romantic in Phoenix couldnât help but awe, feeling so much happiness for her backseater and the rockstar sheâd been listening to since sixteen. They truly were the ultimate love story.
When it came time for the mission with Bob and Phoenix selected as one of two foxtrot teams, Y/n held onto him the entire night prior to him shipping out. He made love to her for hours, very slow and sensual ensuring she felt every inch of him. And when they climaxed a tear spilled from her eyes, âYou better come home to me.â
He kept a picture of her and Marcel in his pocket the entire time. Before the jet took off of the carrier Bob gave it a small kiss before keeping it safe in his flight suit. The second they got back after successfully completing the mission he called his wife to tell her he was coming home. She practically catapulted into his arms when she picked him up from the docks, not giving a shit that the paparazzi had followed her there. By now the whole world knew who Bob was to her.
The rest of 2019 seemed to go by in a blur. They first thought 2020 would be the best year of their lives when it was discovered Y/n was pregnant again, having conceived the night Bob had left for his mission. She was just at the end of her first trimester when the entire globe shut down. When the rumors spread of a possible pandemic with the outbreak happening across the ocean, the 1985âs all took up camp in San Diego now that Bob had become an instructor with Phoenix at Top Gun. Thomas and his fiancĂŠ, who was an actress, didnât mind moving, neither did Pepper and her girlfriend. The group were working on their sixth studio album and had celebrated 15 years as a group.
But they were starting to get burnt out, thinking it was time to go on hiatus.
Concerned with the virus and what it could have on her pregnancy, the two were very strict on keeping up with covid restriction. For at least three months Bob was working from home, the base shutting down with only certain personnel allowed on. Marcel was still too young to be in pre-school and daycare wasnât needed since Y/n was home most days. And when she did have business meetings to attend or studio sessions he often traveled with her. Zoom became their best friend during the lockdown, with meetings happening frequently at the beginning to figure out what they were going to do going forward.
Y/n spent weeks going through what were the best records to put on the album. If this was going to be their last for a while then she wanted it to be their best. Two songs she knew she wanted were âPompeiiâ and âLittle Black Dressâ, while the other 13 were going to take time to decide. âPompeiiâ could definitely have people relate with how this lockdown was making them feel. On the other hand, âLittle Black Dressâ was mostly for her, inspired by the time Bob went absolutely feral when she walked into the room wearing a little black dress.
It was one of her favorite memories.
And so the months went on and before they knew it they were welcoming a baby girl in Julyâright smack in the middle of a pandemic. The whole ordeal was unlike anything they ever imagined. Only Bob was allowed in the room, not even their son could come visit so little Marcel didnât even get to meet his sister until days later. He was with Y/nâs mother who traveled down from L.A and quarantined in the weeks leading to her due date. Y/n hated hospitals, looking forward to bringing their daughter Brenda Rose home. Unfortunately no one else in their family or friends could meet the baby girl until spring of 2021 when things were starting to settle out.
That was also when The 1985s made the decision to go on hiatus, planning to release their album that summer before going on a final tour in 2022.
âThis just in, pop rock group ,The 1985s, have announced a hiatus following the release of their upcoming album End of An Era set to drop at the end July. Frontwoman, Y/n L/n, posted on her Twitter a photo of the group in a sweet embrace with the caption, âwhen one chapter ends, another begins. Join us in 2022 as we say goodbye to the stageâthank you to everyone who has supported us since we were kids on MySpace. We hope to see you as we close this chapter in our lives, but donât worry, the future can always surprise you. In the meantime, as Elvis would say, âThe 1985s have left the building.ââ
âItâs a sad day for fans of Grammy award winning rock band The 1985s. Earlier it was announced they are going on an indefinite hiatus once completing their impending world tour for their sixth studio album. Formed in 2003, the 1985s skyrocketed to the Billboard charts after debuting with their single â1985â in 2005, going on to dominate the late 2000s and early 2010s with features on The Twilight Saga: Eclipse soundtrack, the 25th anniversary of We Are The World to raise charity for the Haiti earthquake, and accumulating a total of seven Grammys including taking home the big three: âRecord of The Year,â âSong of The Year,â and âAlbum of The Yearâ in 2008 for their second studio album Sugar, Spice, and A Little Bit of Rock âNâ Roll. The announcement of the hiatus has succeeded the news of bassist Thomas Quinn tying the knot with longtime girlfriend, Oscar Winner Amelia Bandera, who recently revealed she was pregnant with the coupleâs first child. Last year frontwoman Y/n L/n welcomed a daughter with her husbandâthe coupleâs second child since they wed in a private ceremony in 2017. And word on the street is keyboardist Pepper Renolyds is looking to adopt with partner Jenna Langdon. The married pair of the band, Xavier and Farrah Hernandez have had two children following their wedding in 2010 and have hinted at possibly wanting to have a third. It is unsure when the group is likely to regroup after 2022 comes to an end, but one thing is for sure: The 1985s have embedded their name as one of the bestselling groups of the 21st century. Iâd say we could be looking at a possible induction to the Rock âNâ Roll Hall of Fame in the future, and a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.â
Now here they were, November of 2022 at Madison Square Garden to take the stage one last time. Would they ever come back? Probably, but it would be some time before they did.
So they were gonna go out with a bang.
âI have twenty minutes until my ass needs to be on stage, Robby,â Y/n mumbled between kisses, back pressed against the door of her dressing room. His mouth went to her neck, roaming his hands all over her body that was covered in her usual leather, âThatâs plenty of time.â The response had her giggle, moaning when he attacked her sweet spot making him smirk.
âThen you better do double timeâŚweâre on the clock.â
Her glam team was going to be pissed when she came out with messy hair, glistening of sweat, and slightly smudged makeup, but she didnât care. Not when her husband was rocking her world as he had her bent over the couch. His chest pressed to her back and hair in his fist, whispering absolute filth into her earâsaying he was going to have her on stage full of him and only he would know. But Bob also gave words of praise and love.
It wasnât the first time he snuck backstage to rile her up before a concert. When they started the American leg of the tour in California he was at almost every show and would bring her flowers. Sometimes the kids came along, other times they stayed with Phoenix, but each time Bob would either get her pent up by teasing her as the minutes counted downâŚor would full on rail her. He'd be lying if he said he didnât get off on the thrill of almost getting caughtâŚ.or the fact anyone passing the dressing room could figure out what they were making their own music.
This time around in The Garden their kids were with Phoenix and Rooster, who were all waiting to get to their spots on the floor after wishing her and the band good luck. The others were already there, ready to have the time of their lives with the sold out arena. Bob needed to hurry because the stage manager was going to be knocking on her door any second.
They finished with minutes to spare, out of breath and panting with a light layer of sweat coating Y/n. Fuck she looked sexy in her leather and messed up hair, glistening as the light hit her. A smug look took over Bob, winking at his wife who just shook her head with a smile, âIâm gonna miss that now that the tour is over.â
âDonât worry, baby. We still got after party.â
The rockstar ushered him out when the stage manager appeared, the aviator delivering a smack to her ass as he told her good luck. She smacked his in return causing him to yelp, âNaughty boy.â
Yeah he got some looks from his fellow officers when they got to the floor, Jake whistling under his breath as he went to check his watch. âJesus Bob, you two were at it for a while. Were you trying to go for baby number three? I hope sheâs able to walk on stage.â The comment had Phoenix slap his shoulder, âCan you not? We have kids with us,â she gestured to not only Bobâs children but also Payback's ten year old son and Hondoâs seven year old daughter. Then there was Mickeyâs girlfriend carrying their toddler with baby earmuffs, the same Brenda and Marcel were wearing. âMy bad,â Jake said, though the smirk remained on his face when Bob sent him a wink.
When the show started it was the most amazing thing any of the squad had witnessed. Some of them had seen the band in their college days, but it was obvious they were gonna top what they did ten years ago. There was a light rumble to Madison Square Garden with how loud it was. Flashing lights and smoke covered the stage, the countdown with a video montage hitting zero before The 1985âs opened with âWhere Do Broken Hearts Go,â sending everyone who was still sitting on their feet. Bob put Brenda on his shoulders, Rooster doing the same with Marcel who were clapping and pointing to their mother, âMommy!â
âNow, Iâm searching every lonely place,â Y/n belted out the first line of the chorus, moving down the stageâs elongated platform that split the floor. âEvery corner calling out your name. Tryna find you, but I just donât know.â Xavier hit the drums with Farrahâs riff, Y/n holding a hand to chest, âWhere do broken hearts go?â
âAre you sleeping, baby, by yourself? Or are you giving it to someone else? Tryna find you, but I just donât know,â Pepper and Thomas joined the vocals, âWhere do broken hearts go? Where do broken hearts go?â
When the song came to an end, Y/n let the audience scream for a moment before introducing the band. âMadison Square Garden!! New York City!!â The crowd screamed again, smiles on every member. âLadies and gentlemen, boys and girls, theys and thems and anyone in betweenâŚ. welcome to the âEnd of An Eraâ world tourâour final show as we close out an actual end of an era,â Y/n moves closer to her friends with a sad laugh, hearing the sounds of protest from some fans.
âLetâs start off by introducing ourselvesâŚ..Mr. Thomas Quinn on the bass!â Tom hits some chords against the audienceâs cheers, Y/n doing a little dance off to the side. âMiss. Pepper Reynolds on keys everyone!â The former pianist lets her fingers move along the keys, grinning wide and waving when she finishes. âShow me what you can do, Ms. Farrah Cortez,â the guitar solo sends the crowd into a frenzy, which only increases when Y/n introduces Xavier. âAnd last but not least, Mr. Farrah Cortez,â laughter rings out before she corrects herself, âI meant Mr. Xavier Hernandez,â the drums go crazy when his last name leaves her lips. She waits till heâs finished to do a bow.
âAnd Iâm Y/n L/n,â she has to pull her mic away to hide her laugh, cheers ringing from every corner in the sold out stadium. âAnd weâre The 1985s.â
The energy throughout the concert was insane. Even during intermission and 5-minute breaks the audience was having a blast. The dagger squad, plus Hondo and even Maverick were dancing and singing alongâthe older man getting a literal PowerPoint lesson from his former students on everything there was to know about the group.
Y/n was very entertained when Bob told her that night, saying Maverick aced his test theyâd given him. âYou gave your old instructor, the famous Captain MitchellâŚ.a test on our band and music? And he got a 100%?â His little nod and smile had Y/n jump in his arms, kissing all over his face, âYouâre so fucking adorable, Robby. I love you so much.â
The first part of the show was mostly dedicated to songs on their most recent album, including âPompeiiâ and âLittle Black Dressâ. The latter had Bob blushing mad during the set, especially when Y/n came over to where they were at, eyes on him and curing a finger to get him to come to the edge of the floor. There the stadium exploded when she practically laid on the platform to lean over and kiss him, the cameras catching the scene to display on the giant screens.
Blowing kisses to her kids, she got back up and finished the song, smirking at how the dagger squad were whistling and howling in cheers. âSorry I couldnât help myself,â she giggled, moving back to her bandmates to prepare for the next set.
Though the tour mainly focused on their songs from their latest work, they called back to some old hits, including âLetâs Get Lost,â which was written for the third Twilight movie soundtrack. âWe got any Twilight fans here tonight?â Y/n chuckled at the screams, âI got one thing to ask thenâŚ.Team Edward or Jacob?â
âSome Nightsâ was one of her favorites to perform, feeling a wave of nostalgia each time she did. It was a fan favorite as it was their second single ever released. The band harmonized on the track, all of them showing off their vocals with the âOh come on,â part of the song.
Y/n was hesitant to sing âIrisâ and âPayphone,â considering they were about her husband, but he assured her when they were planning the tour set list that he wouldnât be offended. They were some of her greatest works, the audience should hear them.
They even covered the iconic, âDonât You Forget About Me,â from the Simple Mindsâmost notably from the movie The Breakfast Club. âI hope you never forget about us, New York,â Y/n said when they finished, âCause weâll never forget you.â
Finally they were coming down to the final ten minutes and they had yet to play the song that started it all. âAs we come to the end of tonightâs show, we just wanna thank each and every one of you for the support and love you have shown us tonight and through the years. None of this wouldâve happened without you allâand we cannot thank you enough for sticking by us, you all play a giant role in what we do. And weâre going to miss you the most as we close this chapter in our lives,â Y/n pauses, feeling the tears prick her eyes. Glancing at her friends, she could see they were fighting back their own. They knew it would be an emotional night, and now they were minutes away from stepping off the stage for the final time.
âWe started this journey when we were only seventeen and eighteenâand itâs been a hell of a ride since. Next year marks twenty years since we became The 1985s, seventeen since we made our radio debut, back when MySpace was still a thing,â she has to laugh at that, âWhat better way to end this tourâend this chapter, than by traveling back in time to the year that started it all.â
The reaction in the dome had little Brenda have to cover her hands over her muffs because it was so loud, Bob holding her on his hip and asking if she was alright. âLoud,â she said in her small voice, causing him to mentally awe.
âI know, baby, itâs loud. But the show is almost over and then mommy will be done, then we go home. Can you hold on for one more song? Itâs your favorite one,â Brendaâs eyes brightened at the mention of her favorite song, nodding frantically making him laugh. âOkay munchkin, I expect to hear you sing alongâexcept donât say the bad word in it, understood?â
âYes, dada.â
Phoenix was jumping up and down with Marcel in her arms, head banging with the little boy along with Rooster and Javy. Everyone was in delight, rockin out to the final number. Brenda sang along with Bob, the crowd harmonizing with them.
âSheâs seen all the classics,â Y/n belted the second verse, hands moving on her guitar, âShe knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink, even St. Elmoâs Fire.â
âShe rocked out to Wham, not a big Limp Bizkit fan. Thought sheâd get a hand on a member of Duran Duran.â
Her and Farrah were leaning their backs against one another, âWhereâs the mini-skirt made of snakeskin? And whoâs the other guy thatâs singinâ in Van Halen? When did reality become TV? Whatever happened to,â she hit a riff, âsitcoms,â she hit another, âgame shows? Sing it!â
The entire squad, the kids, and Madison Square Garden echoed, âON THE RADIO!â
âWas Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana there was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that sheâs uncool. âCause sheâs still preoccupied with 19âŚ19âŚ1985!â
Her mini solo before the bridge had the crowd wild. Smiling the entire time, Y/n even went to the side where her friends and family were, making them all go crazy. âShe hates time, make it stop. When did Motley Crue become classic rock?â
âClassic rock,â the band repeated.
âAnd when did Ozzy become an actor? Please make this stop,â Y/n hit a riff, âstop,â another, âstop!â Only the cheers could be heard during the slight pause before Y/n brought her hand back on the chords.
âAnd bring back Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana. There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that sheâs uncool. âCause sheâs still preoccupied���sing it!â
â1985!!!â
âOne last time Madison Square Garden!!â Not a single person in them dome didnât sing along, everyone shouting the final chorus at the top of their lungs.
âSince Bruce Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana. There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that sheâs uncool. But sheâs still preoccupied, with 19âŚ.19âŚ.1985!!!â
All the band members continued playing an extended outro, lights flashing all around as the crowd whistled and screamed. Y/n ran over to each side of the stage before coming to the middle, waving a hand to her band who were still going hard on the instruments before raising it and finally bowing.
On the floor, Brenda still in his arms, Bob wiped away the tears falling from his cheeks with his free hand. His friends were cheering, the entire scene overwhelming for the WSO as he stared at his true love as she took her final bow. Y/n was also crying, as were her friends when they finally closed the show shouting, âMadison Square GardenâNew York City we love you! Thank you so much for being here with us and being the best crowd ever. Safe travels wherever youâre going and we hope all your dreams come true. Until we meet againâŚ.as Elvis would say, The 1985s have left the building!â
The crowd was still screaming, the five adults coming to the middle of the stage holding hands in the air before bowing. Then they all met in a tearful embrace, Y/n full on sobbing with Farrah and Pepper, overcome with emotion that it was all over. Waving to the crowd, they spotted dozens of fans in their line of vision crying, some even throwing flowers onto the stage. They all went to each side of the platform to blow kisses and wave, until finally walking off into the arms of their crew whoâd been with them since 2005âwhere another heartfelt moment took place.
As soon as their families made it backstage, Y/n was dropping to her knees to allow Brenda and Marcel to run into her open arms. âMy babies!!â Peppering kisses against their cheeks, Y/n held them tight as they said words of praise. âYou were amazing, mommy!â âThat was so fun!â
âThank you, baby,â she kissed Marcelâs head, looking up to see Bob staring at her with absolute love and admiration. Gently moving him and Brenda to the side, Y/n stood up, only to squeal when Bobâs hands went to her thighs to lift her up, spinning them around.
âYou were incredible!â He exclaims, stopping still but still holding her up. Their lips met in a searing kiss, âabsolutely spectacular.â Her hands came up to cup his face, deepening the kiss as their children wrapped their arms around Bobâs legs. It was like they were in their own little world, oblivious to everyone celebrating around them. The band were with their kids and partners, the crew were popping off champagne.
âI love you so much, Robby,â she said against his lips, kissing him again when he said, âI love you too, baby. More than anything in this world. Iâm so fucking proud of you.â
When they pulled away, Y/n was a flustered mess, mirroring that of Bob who was looking at her like she was a goddess. âDonât give me that look, Floyd. Not until we get to the hotel.â
âCanât help myself, darlinâ,â he chuckled, adjusting her in his arms before giving her another kiss.
âEww,â Marcel groaned, making the couple laugh into the kiss. Bob set Y/n down, but pulled her close as Brenda and Marcel squeezed in between them.
âSo whatâs next then?â Bob whispered in her ear. âI know you can take the girl out of rock n rollâŚbut sheâll always be a rockstar.â Y/n laughed, pulling away to gaze deeply in his beautiful blue eyes that she fell in love with as a teenager.
âNow, we live our lives. One day at a time. Together.â
Y/n really needed to thank her mom one day. It was because of her that the woman got to live her dream. After all, she was the one still preoccupied with 1985.
âŚâŚâŚ.
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Dance Through Life: A Melody in Every Word
đ¤ Lifeâs Groove
Hey Tumblr fam! Ever felt like lifeâs just a series of to-dos? Iâve been there too. But lately, Iâve been thinkingâwhat if we treated life more like a dance? You know, every word is a song, every step is a dance. đś
It sounds kinda cheesy, right? But stick with me here, because I think thereâs something real to this idea.
đ§ Finding the Beat in Words
Words are powerful. Theyâre not just things we say; theyâre vibes we put out into the universe. When we talk to people, weâre setting the mood, like picking a playlist for a road trip. Is your playlist full of upbeat jams, or is it more like sad, rainy day songs?
Imagine if every time you spoke, you were dropping lyrics to a track that others were gonna vibe to. Would you choose your words differently? Would you hype people up, spread good vibes, or would you accidentally bring everyone down with a sad song?
Next time youâre chatting with someone, think about what kind of music youâre making with your words. Is it a banger, or is it something people wanna skip? đ¤â¨
đ Stepping into the Dance
Now, letâs talk about the dance part. Life is full of movementsâliterally and figuratively. Every action we take is like a dance move. Whether weâre killing it on the dance floor or just trying to get through a Monday, our steps matter.
Think about your day-to-day: are you moving through life like a smooth dancer, or are you stumbling around like youâre trying to find the beat? What if you tried to add a little rhythm to your routine?
Even if youâre just walking to the store or doing chores, you can turn it into a dance. Put on some tunes, feel the beat, and make your moves count. Lifeâs too short to move through it without a little groove.
đź Giving Life a Chance to Groove
Hereâs the thing: life isnât always easy. But if we start treating it like a danceâsomething we can groove to, even when the music gets slowâwe might just find ourselves enjoying it a little more.
Every word we say, every step we take, is a chance to make something beautiful out of the ordinary. So, letâs give life a chance to be something more. Letâs make every moment count, turn every word into a song, and every step into a dance. đśđ
Letâs dance through life, Tumblr. Whoâs with me? âď¸
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