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Stay Awhile
Pairing - Bob Taylor x Neutral!Reader
Summary - After a rough day, you help Bob shower.
Word Count - 971
Warnings - fluff, light angst, comfort, reader is gender neutral, mentions of anxiety, showering with bob, just a soft tender moment
A/N - Wrote this one at 3 in the morning woooo
The sound of the pencil scratching against paper filled the quiet living room space. Bob sat, hunched over the coffee table, his face only an inch or two away from the page. You watched with growing concern, glancing over at the clock ticking away on the wall. It had been like this for nearly three hours, with Bob in this strange trance, rocking himself back and forth. The growing piles of paper were scattered on the floor now, complex mazes carefully crafted onto each page.
You noticed his hand was beginning to tremble, his own body trying to signal for him to take a break. The clock ticked away at your nerves, chipping at the cool exterior you had dawned all this time. You were well aware this was a coping mechanism, something that helped when it came to his panic attacks. So you rarely became frustrated, and always tried to look at it with a sense of understanding. But you were beginning to worry for the man's posture and spine. You sighed, your shoulders slumping forward. Something had to be done.
Bob peeked up at you, as you moved to squat beside him. You brushed back his hair, feeling a sticky sensation of sweat coating your fingers from his forehead. He watched with caution, his relentless grip on the pencil never faltering.
“Come on, sweetheart.” you coaxed, taking his free hand in yours and standing up. A long silence filled the gap between you, before he finally stood beside you. He slouched forward, from the long agonizing hours of being curled over the table. You took his other hand, freeing him from his strong hold on the pencil. With no words spoken, you began to pull him forwards, guiding him through the bedroom and into your shared bathroom.
It was a simple, all beige tiled bathroom. Despite its ugly exterior, you decorated it to the best of your abilities. You spotted the painted nettle plant that Bob picked out a few months ago, it stood on the sink counter. The memory of him giddily walking through the plant aisle at home depot made your heart swell.
You let go of his hands, missing the way they trailed after you, and turned on the shower head. Steam slowly began to fill the room, as you adjusted the faucet til the water ran warm. Bob stood behind you, nervously fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. You turned to face him, placing your arms over his shoulders.
“It’s been a long day, huh.” you uttered, trying to meet his gaze. His dark eyes shifted before settling on you. He nodded, swallowing back the lump forming in his throat. You hummed, and kissed the bridge of his nose. Your hands slid under his shirt, fingers ghosting over his soft stomach.
“The hot water will help your back.” you said, pulling the fabric up over his head. He discarded his pants and underwear, as you began to strip from your clothes.
Bob felt his cheeks flush as his gaze swept over your nude form. Despite showering with you becoming a norm for him, the mere sight of you always left him in awe.
You two stepped into the shower, steam enclosed you two in the space, creating a haven of warmth. Bob sighed, closing his eyes as he let the water run down his back. He hadn’t noticed how stiff his body was, so focused on one task that the world (even you) began to fall away. It felt like he was slipping down into some dark abyss that he struggled to escape from. Yet you managed to somehow find him, everytime, and bring him back to where the light was.
The corners of his eyes began to sting as he blinked back tears. His chest felt tight, and the steam surrounding him became suffocating.
“Hey, look at me”, your voice broke through, guiding him back again. “None of those thoughts, honey, try and breath.”
The sweet fragrance of your shampoo cleared his airways. You brought your hands to his dripping hair, and started to lather the soap into it. Your bright eyes were trained on him, gazing at him with so much love and tenderness he nearly fell to his knees. To have you here, your gentle touch against his hair was almost too much. The steam from the shower created a nice dewy look over your skin.
His timid hands reached up, and rested on your hips. You sucked in a breath, scrubbing behind his ears. Your movements were stopped when he nudged towards you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. The floral scent from the lavender shampoo got stronger as he pressed your body against his. Water droplets bounced off his pale shoulders.
His lips grazed against your cheek, leaving a trail of faint kisses. His head dipped, dancing his mouth over your jaw. You shuddered, closing your eyes as your hands pressed themselves against his lower back.
Bob firmly planted a kiss on your shoulder, hoping to encase every drop of love he had for you in it. Every thank you, and I love you that he didn’t get around to saying. He rested his cheek against your shoulder, feeling your fingers mindlessly rub circles into his back. You both relaxed into a comfortable silence, listening to the fall of the water hit the tiled floor beneath you. Bob felt exhaustion weigh his bones down, anchoring him in your gentle hold.
He hoped you knew just how grateful he was for your presence, and for moments like this. It used to be difficult to imagine in his mind, sharing his life with someone else. His long arms around you tightened, wanting to bring you as close as possible.
It became easier though, with you now in the picture.
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Someone give Bob Taylor a juice box STAT-
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for anyone who sent in a request, I promise im working on them! I hope to get one out sometime this week.
Thank you for being patient <3
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literally everything is unisex if u stop giving a fuck
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thinking about doing a part 2 to this 🤔…
Do You Need The Sandman?
Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Fem!Reader
Summary - It's midnight and all Johnson wants is to hear your pretty voice on the other end of the line.
Word count - 497
Warnings - smoking, so many uses of pet names, yearning, Johnson being slightly horny for you
A/N - Love how I'm literally only writing for Johnson so far. Originally this was supposed to be smut but I decided against it at the last minute. (Loosely inspired by the song Evangeline by Stephen Sanchez)
Johnson took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke coat his tongue. In his other hand he held a sleek black phone that was connected to a barely kept together phone booth. A stream of live band music spilled into the streets whenever someone walked inside the bar, reminding him he wasn’t alone.
Pick up, baby.
He cradled the phone to his ear, holding onto it as if the device might disappear in his hands. Maybe you were asleep, or simply weren’t home-
“H-Hello?” your sweet voice came through the receiver, stalling his thoughts. A strange sense of relief washed over him.
“It’s me, angel.” he said, plucking the cigarette from his lips. He could hear you shuffling around, turning on the lamp beside your bed.
“Well hello, lover boy.” you eventually said, giggling in his ear. His heart fluttered at the sound, as he firmly pressed the phone against his cheek. The time on his watch read 12 a.m.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized, flicking the cigarette. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”
His stomach twisted at your silence, tugging at the phone cord as some mease distraction as he waited.
You sighed into the phone, “It’s fine, I wasn't getting much sleep.” You fell silent again, weighing something in your mind.
“Too busy thinking about you anyway.”
He perked up, snuffing out his cigarette as he propped his arm up on the phone stand. People continued to filter in and out through the bar door, drunkenly making their way past him without another thought.
“Been thinkin about you too, angel face.” he confessed, his voice nearly a whisper. He could picture you lying there right now, phone held up to your ear, hand grasping onto it like a lifeline. The mattress hugging the curves of your body, the sky blue nightie you adored rising up over your stomach whenever you moved around. Your own hands running down the sides of your soft body, teasing him over the phone.
“Been thinking about you a whole lot,” he muttered, the sight of you in his mind vanishing. You giggled again, amused. He closed his eyes, greedily drinking in the sound.
“I’m curious to know just how much I’ve been on your mind, Johnson.”
Your sugary voice was almost mocking, causing his heart to wince.
He glanced back at the bar door, contemplating. The minutes ticked away on his watch, yet it felt as if time didn’t move at all. The sight of you appeared in his mind again, all blue and all soft.
“Stay awake for me, doll.”
You hummed, “Will do, doe eyes.” before promptly hanging up.
He hung the phone back up, flicking his cigarette on the ground. The warm night air brushed against the nape of his neck. He began walking, the mere thought of you in his mind pulling his body toward your presence.
Behind him, the lively sound of bar music and laughter filled the parking lot.
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so here's the facts...
Hello! You can call me Cas. I am a (bi) 22 year old college student who spends her free time writing. I have a deep love for the horror genre (films, books, etc.), David Dastmalchian, Journey (the band) and Stephen Sanchez's album 'angel face'. Thank you to anyone who reads my work.
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✏ bob taylor ✏
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Wait For You
Pairing - Wojchek x Fem!Reader
Summary - After weeks away at sea, Wojchek finally returns home to you.
Word Count - 603
Warnings - cursing, lot of touching, no use of y/n
A/N - Still unsure as to how I feel about this one.
You smoothed out the sheet, ridding it of any wrinkles and lines. A cool spring breeze blew in through the window you had propped open in the bedroom. If you sat and listened, you could hear the sea not too far off from your home.
You and Wojchek lived not too far from the docks, where fishermen always shouted and gathered at. Another breeze blew in carrying with it the bitter smell of the ocean, reminding you he would be home soon.
You felt yourself buzz with anticipation, trying to still the frantic beating of your heart. It’s been three weeks since he left, traveling with Captain Eliiot as the ship's quartermaster. Although you were very much used to his long trips by now, it never made it any less easy. You wondered, late at night with the rocking of the ship lulling him to sleep, if you passed his thoughts. Even briefly.
The sudden feeling of arms snaking around your waist interrupted your thoughts. Wojchek’s hot breath fanned against your skin as he laid a kiss on your shoulder. You sighed against the feeling, dropping the pillow case that was in your hands. His large hand rested on your stomach as he pulled you against his chest. .
“You’re home,” you whispered, craning your head back to look up at him. His deep brown eyes stared down at you, tracing over the lines and blemishes on your face. Trying to memorize them once again, as if he were to wake and find your presence was nothing but a dream.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his thick accent breaking through the silence.
You hummed, placing your hands atop his. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your cheek. The scruff of his unkept beard scratched at your skin, reminding you he was in fact real and here with you. You tipped your head back, closing your eyes as you reveled in his touch. His hand slowly slid up your body, palming at the swell of your breast beneath the fitted dress you wore. You gasped, lips parting. You heard him grunt, as his lower half pressed against you.
“This fucking dress,” he muttered in annoyance, biting at your earlobe. He slowly trailed down, his lips grazing over your neck. You rubbed your thighs together, a whine bubbling in the back of your throat.
“Wojchek?” you said, feeling his hold tighten around you. You looked back up at him, watching as his eyes flickered down to your mouth. He smelled of the sea, and tobacco smoke, like always. You brushed your nose against his, lips only an inch apart.
“Take me to bed.” you pleaded.
Not a moment was wasted as he flipped you around, and gently laid you on the mattress. He brushed up your dress, running his large calloused hands over your thigh. He kneaded at the soft flesh, bringing a sigh from your lips. You pulled him down by his shirt collar, your plush lips encasing him in a feverish kiss. His hand came to cup your jaw, bringing you closer to him, refusing to part from you. It was dizzying, his lips parted as if trying to draw breath from you to fill his own lungs.
Wojchek felt like a drowning man, his head bobbing up towards the surface every so often before the wave inevitably buried him again. He greedily drank the air you supplied, his hands making a quick haste of ridding you from your dress.
Outside the waves crashed, calling out to him. He would try not to leave you waiting too long again, for his own sake.
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I have a big assignment due by the end of next week so fic uploads might be a little slow during that time, sorry!
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Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat (1989) dir. Anthony Hickox
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DAVID DASTMALCHIAN as JAMES LEWIS in TEACHER (2019) dir. Adam Dick
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Hey sweetheart I was wondering if u take smut requests I had some ideas but I wanted to make sure ur comfortable of course
I dont have much experience writing smut, so I’m not sure how well they would turn out. But I would be interested in taking some requests! Just as long as the characters are consenting and not under-age. (I also wouldn’t accept daddy/mommy kinks, sorry.)
Thank you for asking first btw!
#asks#david dastmalchian#bob taylor#abner krill#james lewis#murdoc macgyver#wojchek#Jack delroy#johnson reprisal
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also writing for teen!bob taylor cause my brain doesn't know how to focus on one single fucking idea at a time :)
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𝐓𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, death, a wholesome father figure (rare!!!), piracy, anti-hero activity… ughh oh blood, sacrifice, maybe even blood sacrifice :), I have a nsfw section as well
a/n: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I’ve been wanting to write for Tia Dalma for so long but didn’t know where to start honestly (she’s one of my favourite characters and I didn’t want to do her any injustices!)
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#tia dalma#tia dalma x reader#pirates of the caribbean#this movie had a hand in me realizing I was not straight growing up
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I am forever in your debt hes so cute!! 😭 I adore your work so much oh my god.
Doodle of Bob and a request from @how-serene !!! I must see more content of him he’s so dear to me.. I just noticed I never draw him smiling that’s so sad :c
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I’m so curious about his family and home life during that period. I just desperately need and want more info on this man.
I'd be really curious to hear people's thoughts on teen bob taylor...
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I'd be really curious to hear people's thoughts on teen bob taylor...
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