If You’re Looking For Someone To Save You, Look In The Mirror.

A video I discovered on Chyler’s Twitter. “Amazing”

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Actions don’t always speak louder than words as you tell Bob you love him for the first time.

Disclaimer: As an avid Swifite, I eagerly listened to songs from Taylor Swift’s newest album, Midnights, and the song, “Sweet Nothing,” inspired this particular piece. I’m a softie for Bob and a softie in general, so I took great delight in writing this one😌

Listen to “Sweet Nothing” here.

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His hands firmly grip the steering wheel while his eyes are solely focused on the road, vigilant of his surroundings. You sit comfortably in the passenger seat and admire him from there. Sometimes, you can’t believe you’re fortunate enough to not only have encountered such a handsome, warm, observant, sensitive, and loving man, but also to have someone who appreciates everything you embody.

As you relish your time together, you recall the poem currently tucked away in the inner pocket of your purse. Bob cooked you breakfast earlier that morning and even though you offered several times to assist him with preparing the meal, he denied your requests. Instead, he encouraged you to select something for the two of you to watch once everything was ready. With his back turned and his attention primarily on the stove, it was easy for you to briefly sneak into the other room and quietly open the desk drawer to retrieve a blank piece of paper along with a pen.

You peeked around the corner to confirm he was still occupied and were pleased to find him in the midst of adding more batter to the waffle iron (which he recently purchased after you shared waffles are your favorite breakfast food). Once you returned to your spot on the somewhat lumpy couch, you put your pen to paper and it seemed to assume a life of its own. It glided across the paper as the words came to you effortlessly and when you reviewed the collection of words, you were satisfied with the finished product. You neatly folded and placed it in your purse only to be told moments later that breakfast was served.

Now, you’re mulling over when to share this piece of writing with Bob. It’s probably better to wait until he can provide you with his full attention as he needs to remain alert while driving. However, you fear some of your confidence may dwindle if he’s staring at you while you’re reading it, so you decide to do it now.

“Bob?”

“Hmm?” he responds while glancing at you momentarily from the driver’s seat.

“There’s, um, something that I-I want to share with you…if that’s okay.” You avert your gaze and suddenly become interested by a small tear in the seat beneath you.

“Of course. What is it?” he asks smoothly.

“Well, it’s…uh, it’s a poem.”

“A poem? One that you read recently?”

“No. I, uh, I actually wrote it. I wrote it for you.” You turn your head slightly to gauge his reaction and observe a rosy tint decorating his cheeks.

“F-for me?” he clarifies. “Really?”

The uncertainty in his voice tugs at your heart.

“No one’s ever written me a poem,” he admits and it’s evident that he’s touched by the gesture despite not having heard it. You’re baffled by this information because if possible, you’d have 100 poems dedicated to this man, enough to wear out the ink in every pen you own because words almost fail to do this man justice.

You move to unzip your purse so you can take out the carefully folded piece of paper, but Bob’s voice interrupts you.

“Do you mind waiting until we’re home? I’m afraid I won’t be able to listen as well. Plus we’re only a few minutes away now.” He offers you a tender smile, the one that is capable of forming goosebumps on your skin and making your heart hum in contentment. How can you deny him? Not when he’s given you so much.

“Sure,” you agree and feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a frenzied manner as you count down the minutes until you’re back at his place. He makes the final turn into the lot and you feel as though you may jump out of your skin. You steal a glance at him before you two get out of the car and see a hint of a smile on his face; you know it’s in anticipation of the words written for him and only him. You hope you don’t come to regret sharing this with him now.

Once you’re inside and the familiar scent of his place greets you, you catch him looking at you expectantly.

“Here, sit down,” you instruct gently and sit beside him. The crinkled paper quivers in your hands and Bob notices this because he places his hand upon your thigh. He shoots you a small smile, wordlessly urging you to proceed. You clear your throat and read the following words that you had only formulated hours before aloud:

Ordinary was never meant to be mine

Normalcy and the expected are quite dreary, I find

Perhaps others were right in that I was asking for too much

But then again, they’ve never felt your incomparable touch

That fateful day we met permanently altered my life

And seemed to trivialize past obstacles and strife

For I had found more than I could conjure up in my mind

A man greater than lofty fantasies, one that is truly divine

Your warmth engulfs me, a coziness that cannot be replicated

Enough to shield me from pain, former hurt eliminated

Our intertwined bodies, breathing you in

My refuge is in your company as we touch, skin to skin

Your words and heart are unparalleled

You showed me your true self and as a result, I fell

With you in my life, there is no longer a void

Because I am in love with you, Robert Floyd

You lower the paper from your eyes and muster the courage to make eye contact with him even though you’re fearful of his reaction. What if he thinks your feelings are premature? Maybe he’ll be overwhelmed. Perhaps he’ll decide that you two need to slow down and put things on hold for the time being.

But when your eyes meet his, you take in their misty appearance and although his sensitivity is not novel, you didn’t expect your words to elicit such a reaction.

“Y/N…y-you love me?” he asks in quiet disbelief.

You nod.

“That…that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he reveals and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “And I-I love you.”

“You love me?” you ask, mimicking his own question.

He nods while smiling and adjusting his glasses. “I do and I have for a while. I just, uh, I didn’t know when the right time was to tell you and I didn’t, you know…want to mess this up bec-“

You clutch his hands in yours. “I didn’t want to mess this up. I thought the poem may be a bit much,” you say shyly.

“A bit much?” Bob repeats. “No. It’s-it’s everything.” He leans forward and kisses you so sweetly that you swear your limbs may liquify.

When you come over the next night after work, Bob asks you to grab his watch that he left on his nightstand while he cooks dinner. You wander into his bedroom only to find something else there, too: the poem you wrote him encased in a sleek, sturdy frame. The grin that spreads across your face almost strains your muscles and you pluck the watch from its place on the nightstand, continuing to grin as you make your way to him.

“One question for you, Bob Floyd.” You dangle his watch in front of him. “Was this merely a ploy so I’d see my framed poem?”

“I can’t give away all my secrets,” he teases before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him, affirming how special it is to be loved by Bob Floyd.

@bradshawsbaby @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @bratshaws @bobfloydsbabe @samwlscns @sebsxphia @theforgottenmcrmy @notyoursbutlewis

Outsiders x Dottie (OC!reader)

Bubblegum Incident

This is my first time writing for The Outsiders, so let me know if you would want anymore! I also would like to do this same idea for another fandom (maybe Harry Potter?).

Summary: A soc puts gum in Dottie's hair, which results in a haircut.

Dottie sat in her room feeling ashamed. She didn’t want to face the boys and have them see the result of how she couldn’t defend herself. Dottie was a beautiful girl. Her looks were just the beginning of the person she was. Her gentle nature made people question whether she was an actual greaser. Though she never participated in rumbles or scrapes that would happen, Dottie undoubtfully stood with the boys. She had gotten close with Ponyboy in school, having helped him catch up on schoolwork he missed and anything that he had trouble with. His brothers, especially Dally, viewed her as an angel for keeping their brother on track in school.

                This earned her the privilege of meeting the main group. and them adopting her as a sister. Even Ponyboy couldn’t help but to see her as a little sister, even though she was a couple months younger. As Dottie laid on her bed, she refused to go over and face them. Running her hand through her once long hair. As it once fell near her hips, the locks were below her jawline now. She squeezed her eyes shut not wanting the tears to fall as she remembered the terrible encounter. A group of socs had cornered her as she walked home two days ago, poking and joking to her how she was dirty and greasy. One had leaned over and remarked that her hair was probably drenched in grease that should be taken care of. He had pulled his gum from his mouth, stretching it out and wadding it into her hair. She had tried to fight him off, but she was useless against the grip of two others.  

                Her mother had gasped as she came home, hair wrecked and tears falling. The only solution was to cut it out, resulting in the short cut she sported now. The look wasn’t awful, it made her look more mature and rugged, but Dottie’s hair had always been long. She was scared the boys would make fun of her, saying something that boys don’t realize would hurt her feelings.

                The time she had been away had worried the boys. Ponyboy had tried to call her house multiple times only getting her mom telling him that Dottie wasn’t feeling well. The boys had thought about making a trip over, but Darry said it wouldn’t be a smart idea barging over. They decided to just wait until you were feeling better to see them again.

                After a couple days, and Dottie’s mother, she finally made the journey over. She took several deep breaths before knocking. Dottie knew she was allowed to just enter, but felt like she should knock after not being around her a bit. Standing there for a few seconds before the door swung open revealing Darry. His face lifting into a smile seeing the familiar girl before his eyes drifted towards her short hair. He didn’t bring it up as he brought her into a comforting hub.

                “Dottie, we’ve been missing you around here.” Darry’s soft voice alerted the others from the living room. They all got up from their lounging positions and went towards the door. Releasing Dottie, Darry led her in the house. She met with many arms wrapped around her. Her nerves slipped away momentarily. All the nerves leaving as she was surrounded by her friends. Ponyboy pulled away first catching a glimpse of her appearance.

                “I love what you’ve done with your hair!” He said making all the boys pull back to look. They all took turns sending compliments her way.

                “It looks real good, sweetheart.”- Sodapop

                “SO pretty.”- Steve

                “You look like one of ‘em rocker chicks”- Twobit

                “Looks really nice.” – Johny

                All the boys said something nice, before Dally came up and ruffled her hair, “What made you cut it? I thought you liked keepin it long?” Dottie bit her lip not wanting to tell. She didn’t keep anything from them, but she knew that if she said anything that they would be livid. The boys would do something stupid to get payback, and Dottie didn’t want that to happen. Her lack of words made the greasers suspicious.

                “What’s wrong dots?” Soda grabbed her hand trying to get her to look at him. She held eye contact as she opened her mouth. No words finding their way out just yet, only tears welling up in her eyes. Soda gently pulled her over to the couch as the others followed. Giving her a bit of space as the found a spot to sit around the room. After a minute of silence Dottie finally confessed and told them what happened. They all stood up and begin to talk over each other. Shouts of “they won’t get away with this!” and “Those dirty socs!” filling up the house. Dottie held her arms up and shook her head. As Dally quietly slipped from the house, Dottie caught their attention.              

                “No guys, I don’t want you all to cause anymore fuss. Yeah, what they did was wrong, but it’s not worth going out there and getting into more trouble.” The boys exchanged looks before sitting back down. Dottie let out a breath feeling a but calmer now that the boys weren’t about to barge out into the streets looking for a fight with ever soc they saw. The boys tried to sooth over the previous tension by talking to Dottie about how she looks just as great as before.               

                “Yeah, now we can actually see your face!” earning two bit a smack on the back of the head from Johny. They all started laughing falling back into their usual comfort now that Dittie was finally back.         

“Hey where’s Dally?”

Welcome to good ole West Virginia!

I wonder if the Supernatural Fandom can get this Impala to drive all across Tumblr.

deeshore:

in NYC right now. Where to next? 

Chicago, IL!

Like I Can (Part 1)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 3.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

(We’re kicking of Valentine’s Day a bit early❣️ Enjoy!)

“I’m all for growing the sport, but Brady buying an MLP team is ruining the integrity of the league. He may be the GOAT of football, but he has nothing on Ben John’s world-class pickleball game,” your date Max passionately states from his spot across from you at the Italian place he had recommended.

Or was his name Mac?

He’d already told you all about the CRBN paddle drama. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had already prepared a PowerPoint presentation on the topic complete with transitions and color-coded charts. He seems the type.

And he had yet to ask you a single question about yourself all evening.

You can tell he is gearing up for the next part of his rant, when your phone lights up on the table, the ringer on higher than you realized.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought I had this on silent. It’s my mom, I should probably take this,” you apologize to him, your phone already halfway raised to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

“Hi Mom, I’m with someone right now. Is everything ok?” You let a little worry tinge the tone of your voice.

“Seriously?” Rooster drolly rasps on the other end of the line, “Are we actually doing this?”

Keep reading

What if the Slytherins knew all about Draco’s crush on Harry. All the Slytherins collectively coming up with passwords to torture Malfoy.

Portrait: “What’s the password?”

Draco: *sigh* “Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes.”

Portrait: “Password?”

Draco: *huff* “Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter with all his heart.”

Draco: “Okay Slytherins *eye roll* what’s the new password?”

Slytherins: “I wish Harry would blow me.”

Draco: “I DRAW THE LINE HERE!”

spot the differences challenge

Reggie Peters x Reader

Julie and the Phantoms

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I sighed as I put my luggage down on my families driveway.

My body drifted towards the white shed, where my aunt used to sing and song write all the time.

I was startled as I heard the piano start to play.

I snuck over, leaving my luggage hidden so no one could steal it and peeked my head through the door.

Oh, it was just my favorite cousin Julie.

Wait.

It's my favorite cousin Julie.

I pulled the door open, making it rattle.

Julie stopped playing and looked up at me.

Her young face slacked into a shocked expression.

I grinned and ran towards her.

"Jules!! It's so good to see you."

She broke from our hug just to look up at me.

"I missed you so much."

She mumbled with teary eyes.

I pouted and wiped her tears away.

"Don't cry or I'll cry."

I said, my voice slightly shaking.

"Okay, okay, deep breath Yn."

I breathed in and out through my nose.

"You too, girly."

She did the same.

"I didn't know you were playing and singing again!"

I said, excited and beaming at her.

She grew shy and turned towards the corner of the room.

And... there are three guys in our shed. How did I not notice them.

They smiled at her and seemed to kind of ignore me, Julie not even mentioning them when she turned back to me.

"Um, Jules... why are there three men in our shed?"

I said, a little frightned.

They all whipped their heads at me, staring in shock.

"...what. Why are you staring at me like that? Jules, who are these guys?"

I said, stepping closer to my cousin and putting an arm around her shoulders.

Julie snapped out of her shock and turned to me.

"Um, well this is Luke, Reggie, and Alex."

Julie said, pointing to them as she went.

Reggie was the only one that caught my eye, he winked when he realized I was lingering on him.

My face went red and I looked away.

"Also known as Sunset Curve."

Luke said, a grin on his face.

"Tell your friends!"

Reggie added, smirking at me.

I licked my lips and turned towards Julie.

"How long were they standing there?"

I whispered, still freaked out.

"Not long at all, Yn."

Reggie answered, suddenly appearing from behind us.

"What the hell..."

I said under my breath, putting a hand over my racing heart.

"So, how come I haven't heard of these guys?"

"Because... their dead."

Julie said, playing with her braclets.

I gave her a 'WTF' smile.

"I meant from you... but that's not a funny joke."

Reggie stepped forwards and held out his hand.

"What..."

"Hold my hand."

My face turned a light pink as I looked up at his dark brown eyes.

I caustically put my hand down on Reggie's.

I gave him a 'really?' look when nothing happend.

He looked at Julie, Luke, and Alex.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Play it off."

Luke loudly whispered.

Reggie turned and was now holding my hand properly.

"Sorry Yn. That was just an excuse to hold your hand."

I couldn't help but smile at his ridiculousness.