hey.. so it's been a while, my bad !! it took me so long to write this for some reason lmao i'm so sorry😭😭
thank you @annlea13 for the request !! i did my best but i've never seen burlesque... 🙈
warnings/tags: fem reader, body not described but referred to as wife and fem pronouns, (y/n) used once, only refers to the guys with their callsigns lol, some cursing, bradley and jake lowkey flirting, probably incorrect descriptions of burlesque oops
wc: 1.3k
You had started burlesque dancing out of necessity at first. You were young, needed money, and had rent to pay. Your boyfriend would've gladly taken over your bills, but you could take care of yourself.
Bob, said boyfriend, didn't mind in the slightest; you came home to him every night- by some miracle- and he was very secure in your relationship. He thought it was great, even. He could see the rise in your confidence and the money was pretty decent.
The job wasn't supposed to last very long, just something to get you by while you were in college, but you fell in love with it. Performing with the girls you had begun to love and the exhilarating feeling of being on stage had you addicted. Years had past, you and Bob had gotten married, you graduated, and he made it into some fancy flight program in the navy.
You were immensely proud of him, but this new job meant the two of you had to move. You had been working as a nurse for a while now since you graduated, though now you must say goodbye to your girls. Doing smaller gigs on weekends or days off was what helped you relieve stress over the years and the thought of moving on was breaking your heart.
Your girls threw you a little going-away party and you were off, moving to California. After about a month of job searching, you managed to get accepted into a Navy nursing program nearby the Top Gun base! Bob was absolutely thrilled for you, and loved having you close by; it helped his heart knowing you were never too far.
Work kept you busy, of course, but you couldn't help but feel like something was missing. You felt so cooped up on your off days, and you had barely made any friends here in the few months you two had lived here. Dancing had been your way of expressing yourself for so long, you felt empty without it. So, you went out on a mission; you auditioned for the closest burlesque show you could find.
Finally, you were back doing a hobby that you loved- while tiring, you truly felt invigorated.
Bob, meanwhile, had also been working his ass off to get through this nearly impossible mission and get back home to you. Once finally back on land, he was exhausted and no intentions of joining the group for their usual after-work routine of hitting up the Hard Deck.
That was until he heard where exactly they were going tonight. He recognized the name of your burlesque club as Hangman and Fanboy giggled excitedly about it to the rest of the group.
"I don't know why we hadn't thought of this place sooner." Coyote grins, looking the place up on his phone.
"Cause I don't really wanna watch you guys pop boners." Rooster snorts, but he's already loading his bag in the back of Hangman's truck.
"We're talking about going to see burlesque and you're thinkin' about our boners, what does that say about you, man?" Hangman grins as the rest of the guys load up- including Bob.
Coyote and Payback share a look as Bob climbs in the back with them, smirking to each other. Bob bites back the snippy comment he wants to make.
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It took you about five seconds- the amount of time it took you to scan the room- to notice the group of men sitting towards the center. They were easy to spot, all wearing that same tan uniform you'd come to recognize very well.
It was considerably dark in the club, and the stage lights are bright as fuck, but you'd never mistake those large frames and that goofy smile. It wasn't the first time he'd come to watch you- and it wouldn't be the last- but his entire team was here too?
The girl closest to you gives you a look as you falter for just a moment and you manage to whisper to her the situation when you pass by. She is thoroughly amused, and can't stop giving you looks during all throughout the routine.
You put on the performance of your life, throwing sexy looks and winks to your husband any moment you can- and sure, you've always performed well, but would anyone blame you for putting in a little extra effort for your very own drop-dead gorgeous navy pilot? Of course not!
The routine comes to its explosive finish without any other hiccups, and now it's time for the next round of girls to go out and dance. Instead of heading back to the dressing rooms as you usually would, you tell your girls good job and beeline it towards the table you'd been staring at.
The boys immediately straighten up and excitedly nudge each other as they notice you approaching.
"I told you she was staring at me, shithead." The man you recognize as Payback hisses to Hangman beside him. Bob had shown you plenty of pictures and very interesting videos of the team, so you felt like you knew them already.
"No, you fucker, she's obviously comin' to me." Hangman smirks, extremely confident. The rest of the guys immediately disagree with him.
You pay them all no mind, walking right around the table- each mans head turning as you pass- until you finally plop down onto your husband's lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press a lingering kiss to his lips.
Even in the dim lighting you can see the pink dusting his cheeks as he beams at you like it's the first time all over again. His fingers flex in their spot on your hips, squeezing just for a moment as he catches his breath.
"Hi, baby." You chuckle, a little breathless.
"Hey, honey." He murmurs, just for you.
"What the fuck?" Hangman's voice has both of you turning your heads back to the group.
"O-oh yeah, sorry guys, this is my wife. (y/n), this is my squad." Bob introduces, a very proud smile on his face. You give the guys a small wave- and only then do they notice the glimmer of gold on your ring finger.
"It's nice to finally meet you guys, Bob talks about y'all all the time." You smile, looking back to Bob as he brushes a loose strand of hair from your face.
"You did great up there." He tells you, barely able to tear his eyes away from you. "Thank you." You grin.
"So, Bob never mentioned you were a burlesque dancer." Payback's voice breaks you out of your trance and you're forced to remember you're still in public. Hangman can't stop looking between you and Bob, while Rooster and Coyote watch the routine currently happening on the stage.
"I told you she dances. You guys made some crude comment and didn't ask anything else." Bob snorts, his hand sliding up and down your back slowly.
"Well I'm sure we would've paid more attention if we knew-" Hangman is cut off by Rooster's elbow in his ribs. You watch the two bicker for a moment before Bob taps your thigh, bringing your attention back to him.
"You ready to go home? I'm sure you're tired." He hums, his blue eyes wide and solely focused on you. "Oh, I thought we could go get some drinks or something- you're always saying we should-"
"I hate to interrupt you baby, but if I don't get you home right now I'm gonna lose my mind." Bob's voice lowers a few octaves, hitting you right in the gut. Or maybe somewhere a bit lower.
"Yeah, let's get outta here." You're off his lap quicker than you appeared on it, gripping his hand tight and pulling him in the direction of your dressing room.
He says some half-assed goodbye to his team- who immediately start whooping and cheering before their attention is brought back to the stage.
"I can't believe you didn't tell them who I was." You chuckle as you lead Bob through the back hallways.
"It was more fun to see their faces. Well, I'm guessin' it was, 'cause I was too busy looking at you."
"Keep talking like that and we won't even make it to the car."
Hi lovely! I have a request if you’re interested 🤔 I can imagine Bob Floyd misinterpreting the reader who is trying to flirt with him, he thinks the reader is wanting to ask him for Hangman or Roosters number 😂 at least until Phoenix sets him straight
Not Again (bob floyd x fem!reader)
warnings/tags: fem reader, mentions of drinking/alcohol, cursing? lol idk, (y/n) used x2, bob’s pov for just a few paragraphs, reader hating on jake seresin but not really<3
wc: 1.8k
a/n: thank you for the request oml this is soo cute :] this turned out way longer than i wanted it to be LMAO SORRY😭
The Hard Deck is loud as shit- you can feel the buzzing of the conversations happening around you. It’s hot out, but the cool air blowing in from the coast just outside keeps it from being miserable. Add the refreshing AC blasting and it’s all the perfect recipe for a packed bar.
You hadn’t come here for the loud atmosphere, of course; you’d come to hang with your best friend, have a few drinks, and admire the hotties in uniforms who frequent this spot. In fact, your friend is nudging your arm now, her eyes locked on the front doors.
“Oh my god, look.” She whisper-yells, a grin on her face. Your eyes find what she’s looking at, a new group of soldiers- pilots, guessing by their uniforms and the base close by. Beautiful, of course, they’re all attractive as fuck, but your eyes stick to one in particular.
He lingers towards the back of the group but still engages with the others with a lopsided smile on his face. He’s taller, lanky with a dash of muscle stretching under that uniform. He has an awkward energy about him but to be honest, that just makes you want him more.
His head turns and you rip your eyes away before he can catch you staring. You can feel a heat crawl up your cheeks.
“Jesus, I didn’t mean look for that long.” Your friend teases, her grin growing as you hide your face by gulping down your drink. “Which one were you looking at? The tall, loud one in the front is so fine.”
You chuckle, nodding slightly as you glance at the guy she must’ve been talking about. “He’s cute.” You shrug, chewing on the straw of your drink. “The one in the glasses.” You look from your friend to the pilots just as the cute one looks in your direction.
Your heart drops to your stomach and you turn to fully face your friend, who’s already laughing at what she saw. “Shut up. I’m about to kill myself.” You drop your forehead against her shoulder.
.
“So, what’re you staring at, Bobby?” Phoenix’s voice tears Bob out of his daze.
As soon as he’d walked in with the rest of the squad, he’d felt eyes on him. It wasn’t particularly unusual, being in uniform and with the loudest people he had ever met- they often got a few looks in public. He glanced around, catching sight of a girl sitting at the bar. He can’t help the way his heart stutters in his chest.
She was glowing. The light of the bar was dim, but the setting sun peeked through the open windows just enough to shine on her- for her, more like. She was easily one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.
And it was clear she had been looking their way. Bob didn’t want to get his hopes up- of course she’d been looking, Rooster had burst through the front doors singing loud as hell. Bob tries to push the thoughts of her to the back of his head as he was pulled into a game of pool, but he can’t help but look again.
He watches as your eyes dart from Hangman to him and finally back to your friend. It’s clear you’re embarrassed he’d caught you staring. Of course, Jake fucking Seresin. Bob lets out a sigh, finally turning toward Phoenix.
“Nothin’. Just another girl staring at Bagman.” He huffs quietly as he sets up his shot, bending over the table. If Phoenix notices the extra bite to his tone, she doesn’t mention it.
..
“Go talk to him! I’m telling you, he cannot keep his eyes off of you.”
Your friend has only gotten more insistent with each drink she’s had, and you’re starting to listen.
The liquid courage in your system only fuels your desire for the pilot across the bar. You had caught him looking your way a few times, but he looked so grumpy. A furrow stuck in his brow, a slight pout carved into his lips. You chalked it up to him loosing his game of pool, but now his friends are singing and that same expression is on his face.
“I don’t know..” You chew on the inside of your lip, your eyes trailing over to the group again. Before you can even debate it, your friend is pulling you out of your seat. “Go, go, go. Don’t think, okay? Just do it. You only live once.” She grins.
“If this goes badly, we’re getting the fuck outta here.” You huff, turning towards the man you’ve been fantasizing about all night.
Your knees wobble anxiously as you walk- the alcohol in your system not helping either. You take in a deep breath, trying to look as put-together as possible; you straighten up your posture, puff out your chest a bit, and tilt your chin up.
You feel like a fool.
Even the alcohol flowing through you can’t stop the blood rushing to your cheeks as you finally approach him. You’d gone around the back of their group, not wanting to walk through all of them.
Oh, wow, he looks taller up close. And he smells fantastic. Your heart thuds loudly in his chest as you realize just how blue his eyes are. His eyes- shit, he’s looking right at you and you aren’t sure if you’re breathing.
“Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to, um, yeah.” You want to slap yourself.
“Sorry, my name’s (y/n). I saw your group from across the bar, I really like your uniforms- are you pilots?” You see his brows twitch just slightly and you can’t tear your eyes from his broad shoulders as he rolls them back to fix his posture.
“Yeah- yes, we are. We’re with Top Gun. I’m Bob- my name’s Bob.” His lips break into a tentative smile as he speaks, his long fingers reaching up to adjust his glasses.
“Bob,” You repeat, your own smile growing, “Top gun. That’s impressive.” Everyone on the island knows about Top Gun, and how hard it is to get in.
The sound of giggles tear your attention from Bob and you find yourself glancing over his shoulder to see a few of his friends watching you two and laughing, sending a heat to your cheeks.
“T-thanks, I’m just a weapons system operator, though; I don’t do any of the piloting-“ Bob stops when he realizes your eyes aren’t on him. He turns his head and makes direct eye contact with Hangman- him and Phoenix are clearly laughing at Bob.
You look back to Bob, trying to ignore your racing heart. “No, that’s still really impressive. I could never-“
“Sorry to interrupt you, miss, but my friend’s name is Jake, and he is single. I’ve seen you looking at him all night, and you very pretty- I’m sure it’ll go well.” Bob’s lips form a thin line as he looks back to you, his chest suddenly feeling like it’s been carved out.
“I.. What?” Your heart drops to your stomach, your brows creasing.
“If you’ll excuse me.” He mumbles, sliding past you and towards the bar, leaving you standing there like an idiot- looking at his friends like they’ll have some explanation.
“The fuck?” The girl is already following after him, shooting you an apologetic glance. The guy- you’re assuming Jake- approaches you.
“Hello. So sorry about my shy friend over there- his brain shuts down around women.” Jake grins, confidence rolling off of him in waves.
“Right.” You aren’t quite sure what to say, so you give him some awkward wave before you’re trudging back to your friend at the bar. You aren’t necessarily devastated- but god, he was beautiful, and he had been looking at you all night. Were you reading into it too much? Maybe he wasn’t interested at all and was trying to be polite? You try to ignore the way your chest suddenly feels heavy.
You don’t make it far before you’re stopped my a hand on your arm.
You turn and meet the eyes of the woman from before, who’s already speaking to you.
“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you! I’m Natasha, and I’d like to formally apologize for my friend.” She’s smiling at you, and you realize Bob is standing a few feet behind her, his cheeks bright red- looking somewhat like a scolded puppy. “I swear he’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, and he’d love if you’d give him the chance to apologize.” As she speaks, she throws a firm look to Bob, who starts to resemble a kicked puppy.
“Oh- okay?” You laugh, incredulously- unable to process everything that’s happening right now.
Bob steps forward then, Natasha giving him a pat on the back before she leaves the two of you.
“I really am sorry, (y/n). Um, can we step outside to talk?” Bob’s head is ducked closer to you so you can hear him, but it’s still a struggle for your ears.
You agree, and the two of you find yourself standing beneath a neon sign, the sun mostly under the horizon by now; you both find yourselves laughing at the situation.
“I’m really embarrassed about all this- god, I’m so dense.” Bob sighs, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. “I just- you’re so beautiful I couldn’t even..” He trails off, and you can’t help the small smile that grows on your face.
He is absolutely adorable, every part of you is drawn to him. Like a moth to flame; he has this glow about him, like no matter how quiet he is, he’s the one lighting up the room.
“Can I get your number?” You manage to ask.
“Of course.” He’s replying quickly, already yanking his phone out of his pocket.
The two of you exchange information and chat a bit more before making your way back inside- you can’t abandon your friend, after all. His hand hovers over the small of your back as you cross the threshold until he’s letting out a small groan and covering his mouth with his hand.
“Bagman’s descended on your friend.” He mutters, voice full of disdain.
You aren’t sure what that means until your eyes find your friend at the bar. Mr Confidence. Jake. Bagman. His arm slung over your friend’s shoulders as they laugh together.
You shake your head, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you watch the rest of their group approach Jake and your friend, surrounding them and ordering another round from Penny.
Jake's eyes find you two as you approach, his smile turning smug. "Baby on board! I wasn’t sure you had it in ya!”
“Thanks. Real supportive.” Bob mutters, motioning to Penny for a drink of his own. His hand drops back to hovering behind you; you decide to scoot just a little closer until he finally makes contact. He shoots you a soft smile and you can’t help the way your heart flutters.
No matter how awkward the interaction might’ve started as, now that you’ve got Bob in your grasp, you won’t ever let go.
thinking about giving rhett abbott head while wearing his cowboy hat..
rhett’s leaned up against his truck, knees trembling, dick twitching, and he absolutely can not tear his eyes from you.
the hat resting on your head belongs to him- it always had, always with him for his rides, his fights, working on the farm. it’s stained and worn and a little beat up but it’s his and it’s all him.
now, that old hat lies a little too far down on your head- laying right on your eyebrows as your head bobs up and down his hard cock. rhetts heart stutters as he looks down at you, a short whimper leaving his lips.
“fuuuuck, baby, y’look so sexy in my hat.” he gets out, his voice a low rumble.
thank god rhett parked in the back of the parking lot- most everyone had gone home, but there were a few stragglers, and it wasn’t like the two of you were very hidden.
you weren’t sure if the idea excited you or scared you more.
rhett had ridden good tonight- damn good- and you wanted to treat him the way he deserved. you wanted to take your time with him and spend the whole night unraveling him and making him feel good.
unfortunately, rhett had other ideas. as soon as he was safely out of the ring and his arms were around you again, he had made his desire clear. his mouth latched to your neck and he whispered all the nasty things he wanted to do to you. the farthest you could get him was to his truck before he pounced on you.
“need you.” was what he said, “can’t wait any longer.”
you had grabbed his hat more to be funny than sexy, but the glint in his eyes had kept it planted firmly on your head as you quickly pulled his hard cock out of his jeans. you pumped him twice before dropping to your knees in front of him.
“god, s-sweetheart, you should wear my hat more often. you look better than i ever do, baby.”
now, he can barely speak- that smartass mouth long gone as you suck the life out of him. he reaches down with a shaky hand to pull at the brim of his hat- revealing your pretty eyes to his eager gaze. the sight has his dick twitching in your mouth and his hips jerk forward suddenly.
tears blur your vision but you keep it together, your fingers digging into his thighs while your tongue traces that vein on the underside of his cock. rhett lets out a long, drawn out moan, making a jolt of heat run down your belly.
you look up, taking in the sight of how wrecked he looks right now. flannel halfway unbuttoned, showing that white undershirt that clings to his heated skin. his belt’s hanging from where you hastily pulled at it- it sways softly with the combined movements of the two of you. the front of his jeans had met the same fate, ripped open just enough to pull him out for your hungry mouth.
you start working him in earnest, needing to see him fall apart for you. your hands tighten on his thighs as you bob your head faster, relaxing your throat- he hits the back of it every time now.
“oh, god- shit, right- ah, right there!” rhett whines, fucking whines. it’s becoming far too much for him, he just can’t help but start bucking his hips to meet your mouth halfway. it sends his cock so much deeper down your warm throat; tears flow freely down your cheeks now, mixing with the saliva dripping down your chin and onto his balls- connecting you two with a string every time you pull back.
“atta girlll, always taking it l-like a fuckin’ champ!” he groans, accenting each word with a thrust. he picks up his pace, one hand resting atop his cowboy hat. he pushes your head down- but only manages to push the hat down over your eyes. you hum around him and he gasps, hips stuttering. “‘m not gonna last much longer, baby- c’mon, just a lil more.” he pants, and the idea of you basically blindfolded by his hat has him twitching in your mouth.
you reach up, blindly feeling until you find his balls; you cup them, feeling the way he tenses up and whines. you give them a squeeze right as you deepthroat him as much as you can, your nose burying in that patch of dark curly hair at the base of him.
he lets out a loud groan, twitching in your mouth before he shoots ropes of his warm cum straight down your throat. you can feel his hips trembling as he rides the waves, his head falling back against his truck.
you tune out his curses, trying to swallow as much of his big load as you can without choking. you wait for a few moments before slowly pulling back and fixing his hat on your head so you can see him again.
he looks absolutely glorious- flushed cheeks and a few stray hairs on his forehead. the only light around’s an old light pole, but it’s enough for you.
panting, you help him tuck himself back into his jeans before he’s reaching down to help pull you up to your feet. your knees wobble for a moment but he holds you steady. you press at the side of your sore jaw for a moment as you catch your breath.
“i think i saw god for a moment there.” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “yeah?” you grin, your arms slipping around his waist. “the hat really do it for you?” you tease, and his kisses turn to playful nips, his fingers tilting your head slightly for better access.
“how ‘bout you hop up on the hood and i show you what does it for me, sweetheart?”
bob floyd gets a concussion and is flustered and embarrassed when wife!reader tells him they’re married, and he doesn’t believe her because she’s so pretty
muaahahahaha😈😈😈 I absolutely loveee this !!!
warnings/tags: v minimal hospital stuff, anxious reader, (y/n) used like twice, fluff, bob is sooo in love lololl, very quick nsfw mention, also bob is southern because I SAID SO, reader is lowkey southern too cause i am and i’m projecting🥀
wc: 1.2k
a/n: sighhh i love bob so much, this was so fun to write :] thank you for the req !! plsss keep them comin !
It wasn't very often you were invited on base. You aren't not allowed there, you just never really had much of a reason to spend the day over there. So that's why you're a little fidgety as you make your way through the parking lot of the small hospital on base. That, and you had received a worrying phone call this morning.
You were lounging at home- enjoying your day off- when your phone rang. You recognized the number from the very few times you had been called by one of your husband's supervisors. A doctor had informed you that your husband had had to make an emergency eject during training and hit his head pretty hard.
You had panicked immediately but the doctor assured you Bob would be just fine; he just has a fairly serious concussion and his memory and motor skills are a bit wonky at the moment. You finished up the phone call and rushed over as quickly as you could.
You aren't waiting in the lobby very long before a nurse leads you back to your husband's room. Your heart almost breaks at the sight of him in his hospital bed, looking absolutely pitiful. He's sitting up slightly with his head tilted back facing the ceiling, his eyes closed and his breathing a bit slower than usual.
"Bobby? Honey, how're you feeling?" You're by his side in an instant, one hand caressing his arm and the other brushing along his forehead as his eyes flutter a few times before his head tilts toward you. His eyes are a bit fuzzy, unfocused, but he's still got that light he's always had- like the sun itself has taken root in him and couldn't help but shine through. "'m doin' okay, how're you?" He mumbles, his tone completely serious. You can't help but laugh at him; those southern manners imbedded deep in him. "I'm okay, just worried bout you, Bobby." You run your fingers along the edge of a small bandage on his forehead, before turning and reaching for his glasses.
Carefully, you slide them onto his face and watch in amusement as his mouth drops open. You go to speak, but he beats you to it; "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." A pretty flush rises to his cheeks and his eyes stay wide open, like he doesn't want to blink and miss any microexpression you might make.
"Oh, thank you, handsome." You grin, cupping his chin with one hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his gently. You're shocked when his shaky arms do what they can to push you away- there's not much force behind his wobbly movements, but you back away and look down at him with furrowed brows. "Nonononono, stop stop- 'm married." He frantically tries to get out despite the slur in his voice.
"Baby-" You start, fighting the giggle in your voice. He shakes his head, a beautiful pout taking over his features. "I love my wife. She's perfect- you gotta back up." His eyes screw shut, he turns his head away from you, and his shaky hands rub his eyes. "Her name's (y/n), she's fuckin' great- pardon my l-language." He mumbles, mostly to himself at this point.
"Bob. My name is (y/n). My last name's Floyd. I'm your wife." You reach out to gently grasp his wrists. Bob whips his head toward you so fast he's dizzy for a few moments. You keep your eyes on him, unsure whether to laugh or call for a nurse. Once his eyes really focus on you he seems to deflate, his arms falling to his lap and his cheeks quickly heat up a bright red. He looks.. nervous. "You okay?" You hum, slowly reaching out for him.
A beat of silence passes before he opens his mouth, his bottom lip trembling, "I missed youuu." He finally says- his hand shooting out to meet yours. He overshoots it a bit, though, and smacks your shoulder. You let out a relieved laugh, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers together. God, he really scared you for a second. "You're really my wife? How?" He asks, looking absolutely amazed as you run your fingers along his cheekbones.
"It's a very long story, Bobby. But I love you." You grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He lets out a dreamy sigh, reaching up with his free hand to grip onto your shoulder. "Yeah? God, you're so pretty." He blinks up at you, unable to fight the smile on his face.
For a moment, you're stunned by just how beautiful he is- pink cheeks, wide eyes, and a boyish grin; a little beat up and bruised but easily the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. You chest seems to swell up with all the love you feel for your husband. You feel a tugging at your shirt and realize he's said something to you. "Sorry, what'd you say, honey?"
"'m tryna sweep you off your feet, sweetheart- you're makin' it hard." Bob grumbles, letting go of your hand to grip at the front of your shirt so he can tug you down with both arms. You let out a breathy laugh, allowing him to pull you closer. "I'm so very sorry." You grin against his lips before giving in.
He tastes the same, he's got the usual enthusiasm, his technique's just a bit off. You honestly wouldn't change it for the world. The kiss only breaks when he's gasping and you have to push him away or he won't stop. It's his favorite thing- drowning in you; in your eyes, your lips, your pussy. God, just the thought of having you has blood rushing to his dick so fast he's a bit lightheaded.
You press one last lingering kiss to his lips before you're pulling back and turning to grab a chair. "Doctor said you gotta spend the night here so-"
"Need my pillow- need to move my pillow." Bob's voice is urgent when he interrupts you and you're letting go of the chair and running your eyes over him to see if anything's changed. "Where? Are you okay? You hurting?" You question him as you carefully slide the pillow out from behind him. He just furrows his brows and chews on his lip as you hold the pillow beside him for a moment. "Where do you want it, Bobby?" You repeat, worry clawing up your throat.
"My lap." One of his wobbly arms grabs onto the pillow and tugs it toward him- you don't let go just yet, your fear turning to confusion. A "Huh?" tumbles from your lips and Bob is grinning. "So pretty, my wife.. Gave me a kiss and I popped a boner." He sighs, still fighting with you for the pillow as he starts to giggle to himself over the word 'boner'.
You let go of the pillow with an incredulous laugh and watch as he settles it over his lap. Surely there's no way he's at full mast with all the pain meds in his system- you almost want to check- but you just shake your head and settle into the chair next to his hospital bed. You thread your fingers with his and settle your head onto his boner-hiding pillow, keeping your eyes on his as he traces his unsteady fingers along your features.
Bob stares at you in wonder, wondering what he could've done to ever possibly deserve having you. "My wife." He murmurs, reverently, like he can't quite believe it.
"Maybe we'll renew our vows when you aren't so hopped up on pain meds."
if it's ok, would you write for the impractical jokers with an s/o who has chronic depression, and in turn has issues with suicidal tendencies and struggles with self-harm? i 1 billion quadrillion percent understand if you cant, it's an incredibly sensitive topic !!
-🖍️ crayon anon
gah i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you anon !! i'm sorry but i'm just not really comfortable writing about sh/suicidal tendencies in detail like that i'm sorry !!!
i've just been struggling with that myself lately and find it hard to sit down and write about it😭😭😭
again i'm so sorry but thank you for requesting and feel free to make other requests !! <3 <3 <3
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Etaf is a wife and mother of 5 from Ghazzah. Last year, she and her family's home was destroyed, a long with her husband's source of income and their car.
They were displaced for 200 days, all the way induring the hellish tribulations of genocide. Luckily, they were able to flee into Egypt; however their struggles are not over.
Due to their lack of income, Etaf and her husband struggle to provide their children with food, clothing, and education. On top of that, they are struggling to pay the rent on their house as winter approaches.
In order to help Etaf's children continue their education and to help the whole family afford basic necessities, they need to raise €100,000. So far, they've only managed to raise €5,690 and their last donation was 18 hours ago.
Please help them however you can; donate if you're able and share their campaign. Every contribution will help them rebuild their lives.
Thank you to everyone who supports us in these difficult circumstances, thank you for your humanity and sympathy with us, may God make you happy throughout your life 🙏🫶🌹
The war has returned to Gaza, and I’ve already lost over 25 members of my family. I came back home after studying and working in Turkey, hoping to rebuild, but now I’m surrounded by unimaginable loss.
This is my last hope. My GoFundMe campaign is a lifeline to help protect what remains of my family. Every dollar you give makes a difference.
Please help us survive.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and this is my story.
I was born and rai… Mosab S F Elderawi needs your support for Help Mosab Rebuild Af
Hello,
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.
🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources.
📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.
😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude,
Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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