#bobby r2d2 floyd <33

[sarahsmi13s]

hey vinny! wanna write bob + "you're more than. a one night stand"? 👀👀

um of course i do!!! ❤❤

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x bartender!reader warning: elusions to sex, insecurities and self doubt, admittedly a little fluffier than intended word count: ~1.6k prompt: "you're more than a one night stand"

The one thing you didn’t expect when you woke up were the arms wrapped around your naked waist. But in your groggy state you didn’t panic or become confused, you simply snuggled back into the warm chest. 

It wasn’t until the breath fanned across the back of your neck did you panic internally.

But you looked down and saw the familiar forearms that led to familiar hands; the left one accented by the Navy issued watch on its wrist. 

Being a bartender, you saw a lot of forearms and a lot of hands. Most of the time you recognized the order by the hand on the bar, which came in handy on busy nights – no pun intended.

Which is why you knew whose arms were wrapped around you. The order attached to these hands was a cup of peanuts and a glass of sweet tea or water.

Yup, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was in your bed.

You closed your eyes and sighed. This is not what you intended to happen. 

Yeah, you have feelings for Bob. Have for a while now. But now that you’ve slept with him, you were worried that things would never go back to the way they were. Because they never do with you. 

You decided that you should get up and shower, save yourself the heartbreak of watching or feeling him leave by hiding in your bathroom.

Sighing again, you pushed back the covers and carefully tried to get out of his arms. 

Behind you though, Bob grumbled sleepily and pulled you closer, his large hand squeezing your waist gently.  You bit your lip, memories of what led you here flashing in your mind.

“Bob, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” you whispered, hoping that he’d loosen his hold and just go back to sleep. 

And he did, but he grumbled about it first before kissing your bare shoulder. 

A heat spread across your face as your stomach fluttered. That wasn’t ideal. Because it doesn’t matter how you tried to rationalize the act. Oh, he’s groggy and asleep, he doesn’t know he did that. or He’s just dreaming. Doesn’t matter, your heart is thrumming because he did it.

You shook it off and carefully wriggled your body out of the puzzle slot it felt so safe in. 

Your feet hit the ground and you were cold immediately, missing the warmth of the aviator now on his stomach in the middle of your bed. You get up and grab up your sweatshirt and panties from the floor, looking at the strewn clothes that show the haste you and Bob were in to get into your bed last night.

Moving around the room, you picked up your jeans and tank top from the floor, tossing them in your basket before turning to the other clothes on the floor. Then, you picked up Bob’s clothes from the floor and folded them. 

First, his blue jeans that had lighter spots on the thighs where they’ve been worn down from either wearing them often or his little tic where he rubs his palms on his jeans. You can remember the feeling of the denim between your thighs as he pressed you into the mattress, hand cradling the side of your face and the watchband scratching your jaw gently. You bit your lip as you put them on your chest of drawers. 

His shirt was next, the simple yellow fabric that made his eyes that much bluer. His cologne was still present on the collar, the cedar and cardamom making your head dizzy in the best way. The shirt was soft and thin against your fingertip, just like it was when it was bunched in your hands last night when Bob had you pinned against the wall with one large hand braced next to your head and the other rubbing you through your jeans.

After putting the shirt on top of the jeans you picked up his boxers. 

“How can a cock that big fit in these?” You mumbled to yourself, remembering the weight of him in your hand when you palmed him through the fabric in your hands.

Shaking your head with a light, slightly sad, chuckle, you put the boxers down and grabbed some clothes to take to the bathroom.

Bob took a deep breath as he woke up, inhaling the peach scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the pillow he was face down in.

He rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand to get his glasses. 

Putting them on, he sighed contently as he draped an arm over his torso. 

He smiled, remembering the entire night. From inviting you to the bonfire after his third cup of peanuts to the innocent swipe of s’more off your lip and then the taste of s’more when he took the chance and kissed you goodbye in the parking lot. 

He knew that he’d want to step back, take you out on a proper date and show you that this wasn’t a one time thing to him – with hope that you felt the same.

The amount of times he’d dreamt of being so intimate with you, it never would have prepared him for the real thing.

Every thrust, every kiss, every touch – sent electricity through him. Even this morning when he woke up with you in his arms, it was just this feeling of calm. It was a feeling of comfort and love.

Every moan, every pant, every grunt – was music to his ears. Much clearer than in his dreams. He could actually feel the moans vibrating your chest and throat, the breathy pants against his neck and ear. 

He got to watch your face as he felt you squeeze around him, your thighs trembling against his hips. Looking like a literal dream underneath him.

Bob knew he loved you the moment you welcomed him back with open arms after the mission. Telling him all of his peanut cups and sweet tea were on you. And then when you organized a party for him for his birthday, he knew that you were it for him.

So, as he gets up and gets dressed, he’s crossing his fingers that you feel the same way.

You sighed as you left the bathroom, your hair still wrapped in the thin towel as you went to your room to grab your laundry basket.

Your bedroom door is closed so you have no idea if he had already left or not. And you hated the disappointment you felt when you opened the door to see your bed empty.

Still, you gathered your basket and went to your laundry room. 

As you went past your entryway, you looked up at your door to make sure it was locked. And once you confirmed Bob had locked up before he left, you sighed again and looked at the floor. 

Your brow furrowed and you looked back up.

Yup, that’s what you thought. Bob’s boots and his damned black Carrhart zip up hoodie in your entryway.

That’s when you smelled the coffee and heard Bob moving around in your kitchen.

You immediately put the hamper down, toss your hair towel in it, and go to the kitchen.

“Robby?”

“Good morning Peaches,” he smiled at you effortlessly as he poured two cups of coffee. “How was your shower?”

You blinked, your brain having to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. “Oh, um, yeah… yeah it was good.” 

He smiled and fixed your coffee just the way you liked it. “Here you go.” 

You smiled and took the warm mug in your hands, “Thank you…” You took a sip and swallowed it before looking at Bob, “Um what-what are you doing here?”

Bob looked at you, trying not to let the hurt show on his face. His brain immediately going to the self-doubting and the fear that he had read you all wrong. “I-I just thought that we-we could have breakfast, may-maybe spend the day together?”

You furrowed your brow, “You-you wanna hang out?” 

He nodded, “Yeah-yeah…” He sat his mug down and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “B-but if you want me to go, I will. If this is a one time thing, just a one night stand. I get that. But I don’t think things will ever-”

In the midst of his rant you walked around the island and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands fisting in the soft yellow t-shirt.

Once Bob shook off the shock, he was threading his fingers into your wet hair and gripping your hip with his free hand. You tilted your head into his hand and deepened the kiss as he walked you back and then pinned you to the fridge door. One of your hands gripped his hip to pull him impossibly closer.

Your lips moved together in sync, not worrying about oxygen as you practically breathed in each other. 

But when you both started to feel dizzy, you separated with a ‘pop’.

He rested his forehead on yours as you cupped his cheek. “Not that I’m complaining… but what was that for?”

“To shut you up…” You giggled, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his flushed cheek bone. You take a few more breaths before looking up into his cerulean blue eyes, “I wasn’t sure how you felt before… I figured you would have just left while I was in the shower. Considering most one night stands end like that…” 

He shook his head, “You are more than a one night stand to me.” He chuckled, “I’ve always wanted to be with you, from the moment I met you… that’s what I’ve wanted… what I’ve needed, Y/N…”

You huffed out a small laugh, “I need that too. I need you, Robby…” 

“Sooo, that’s a yes?” 

“Yes, Bob, it’s a yes.”

thank you for joining me for this event! ❤ i hope you enjoyed this @bobby-r2d2-floyd !!! it was a lot of fun to write!

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[sarahsmi13s]

hey vinny! congrats on 500! im so happy for you🥹😘

how do you feel about bob + home for the holidays 👀

heeey FB! thank you for coming in to celebrate with me!! 🥰

|| a hallmark homecoming ||

life shouldn't be like a movie... but ours is

Bob Floyd was on his way to his hometown to suprise his family on Christmas. No one knew he was coming home this year and he had planned to keep it that way. Well... life has a funny way of screwing up your plans. As he was driving down the stretch of road that led him to his parents ranch, a dog appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Bob slammed on his breaks, but not quick enough. He doesn't think he's every drive so fast to the middle of town in his life. He took the dog to you, the local vet and daughter of the previous vet. You also happened to be Bob's old high school crush - that he never really got over. You manage to give the dog the medical care she needed before sending her and Bob on their way - with regrets of not getting the WSO's number because God only knows that you regretted not getting it before graduation. But it didn't seem to matter because you and Bob seem to run into each other a lot after that. It seemed the universe had bigger plans than you knew about.

thank you again for celebrating with me FB! i hope you like it! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[sarahsmi13s]

fan fic ask!

i've seen your fic wheel, so I gotta ask: p?

fireball! oh the wheel, we love the wheel 😂

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I do not plan a whole lot in advance. I usually just have a very basic outline, like "these are the vibes and this is my path i plan to take" but once I start typing I just have to trust the process (if that makes sense)

My ADHD is not a huge fan of strict outlines or super detailed outlines -- they almost block the creativity

However

For my oc! series with Jake, i do tend to be more detailed about for some reason 😅😅 It might be because of the nature of the series

and i guess i'm more detailed with my series pieces in general

thank you so so much for your ask FB! i hope this made sense! ❤❤

[sarahsmi13s]

|| Duckie and Nicky ||

“He’s a Valentine's baby,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but it held so much adoration.  

Kendall had given you one last valentine…

The Duckie Universe Collection

my ducklings <33: @roosterscockpit @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue @caitsymichelle13 @classycolorpeach @mamachasesmayhem @bobby-r2d2-floyd @twsssmlmaa​ @horseshoegirl​ @startrekfangirl2233 @babyreads​ @amatswimming @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo @hangmansgbaby​ @callsignwidow @kmc1989​ @goodstuff28​ @pjngpp3501​ @lunamoonbby @joyfulpandamiracle​ @craftyinfluencersandwich @averyhotchner​ @emily-roberts​ @teenwolf01 @sunderland-6​ @bethabear12 @coldmuffinbanditshoe​ @dempy​ @djs8891​ @ingoaliesitrust @novavida @tigerfan24 @lynnestra44​​ @lilmonstrjedi @yourlocalloser-core @adventures4ever @onlyheretowastetime @mygyn @buckysvinyl @allyyssaa @clockworksficstoread @elisha-chloe @abaker74

[sarahsmi13s]

duckie chapter 9 sneak peek

it's be a long while since i've done something for duckie, so i'd like to give you all this!

He chuckled and crossed his arms as he watched you repeat your process, his eyes drawn to your lips as your tongue once again pokes out. 

You managed to throw the dart just as the lights flickered out. 

“Are you fucking serious? The weather really doesn’t want me to hit this board,” you grumbled as you pulled your phone out to use your flashlight. 

Jake did the same, him immediately shining it at the dart board.

“Look at what we have here, you actually hit the board,” he teased as he walked up to the board. “Not a bullseye, but you hit it.” You flipped your hair, “Look at me go. Mama’s still got it.” 

Jake gave you a look, his face deadpanned and his brow low. You held his eyes, yours playfully squinting. 

It was a standoff for about 20 seconds before you both started laughing.

“C’mon Mother Goose, let’s go to the bar,” he chuckled as he grabbed your hand gently.

You froze for a second, confused as to where he got that nickname from – forgetting it was just a nursery rhyme at that moment.

my ducklings <33: @roosterscockpit @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue @caitsymichelle13 @classycolorpeach @mamachasesmayhem @bobby-r2d2-floyd @twsssmlmaa​ @horseshoegirl​ @startrekfangirl2233 @babyreads​ @amatswimming @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo @hangmansgbaby​ @callsignwidow @kmc1989​ @goodstuff28​ @pjngpp3501​ @lunamoonbby​ @joyfulpandamiracle​ @craftyinfluencersandwich @averyhotchner​ @emily-roberts​ @teenwolf01 @sunderland-6​ @bethabear12 @coldmuffinbanditshoe​ @dempy​ @djs8891​ @ingoaliesitrust @novavida @tigerfan24 @lynnestra44​​ @lilmonstrjedi @yourlocalloser-core @adventures4ever @onlyheretowastetime @mygyn @buckysvinyl @allyyssaa @clockworksficstoread @elisha-chloe @abaker74

[sarahsmi13s]

Duckie - Moodboard Collection

hi my darlings! welcome to the moodboard collection for the Duckie Universe! here you'll find the moodboards that are related to this series!

-> Duckie and Nicky

-> Uncle Roo

-> Seresin Siblings

-> Kendall Jacob Adams

my ducklings <33: @roosterscockpit @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue @caitsymichelle13 @classycolorpeach @mamachasesmayhem @bobby-r2d2-floyd @twsssmlmaa​ @horseshoegirl​ @startrekfangirl2233 @babyreads​ @amatswimming @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo @hangmansgbaby​ @callsignwidow @kmc1989​ @goodstuff28​ @pjngpp3501​ @lunamoonbby​ @joyfulpandamiracle​ @craftyinfluencersandwich @averyhotchner​ @emily-roberts​ @teenwolf01 @sunderland-6​ @bethabear12 @coldmuffinbanditshoe​ @dempy​ @djs8891​ @ingoaliesitrust @novavida @tigerfan24 @lynnestra44​​ @lilmonstrjedi @yourlocalloser-core @adventures4ever @onlyheretowastetime @mygyn @buckysvinyl @allyyssaa @clockworksficstoread @elisha-chloe @abaker74