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Giant Sized Reference (Militsioner X Artist! Gender Neutral Reader)
Summary: Being trapped in your house with your sketchbook for days due to the giant being depressed and crying a flood that spread throughout the town, you take it upon yourself to cheer up the giant by preparing gifts for him.
Request?: N/A | TW: N/A | Word count: 1,797
A/N: I got nothing to yab about this time around. I just love the hell out of this man and am in desperate need to read more fics about him. The fic will probably be oc oc as shit cause I haven't played the play test and the only knowledge I have is from the wiki and other peps videos.
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The tapping of the rain droplets against your house window didn't slow down, only poured harder as the giant was in one of those sad phases yet again. He's been depressed the last couple days and nothing seemed to calm him.
Scribbling some more lines, you look up from your sketch book from beneath your eyelashes. In the distance sat the Militsioner himself, head pressed against his knees, legs tugged close to his chest. One hand played with the shirt fabric of his uniform, the other held a cigarette.
You often wondered what else he did in the day besides keeping people like you out of trouble. Probably not much considering he seemed to be just stuck there in the lake in the middle of town. Couldn't he just decide to get up and leave, or to stretch? You never once seem him do either since being sent here. From your perspective, it seemed like a sad life to live; a curse of being a guard of this town for all of eternity. No wonder why he gets in these moods, you couldn't blame him. He has no way to have time for himself outside of his job.
Besides what you already know about him, you wanted to know more about this colossal man. You felt bad for him, truly.
That's why you had a seemingly magnificent idea of giving him something personally drawn by you, and a couple more things, too. You've drawn him dozens of times already you could capture his likeness even in his darkest of times. You also wanted to get out of your house after days of being stuck inside and resupply. The way out of it was blocked by the rising level of water.
If you couldn't cheer him up at this rate this whole town will go under… not that you cared anyway. Fuck most of these people, especially the cashier in particular. She claimed to like the giant but couldn't even attempt to cheer him up.
After some last minute fixes on your sketch page it was finally finished. Looking over the multitude of sketches, you did some of him as a head bust, full body, and a couple random ones like cats on the side cause you were familiar with his love for them. You felt silly for thinking this idea could remotely work. You had no other option even if you felt embarrassed to do this.
Getting your wares prepared you make your way up the house roof through your window. The only way to get around a bit these days while the giant continued to sob. From living in this town you've grow quite creative in the way you climbed buildings, so this was no problem at all as you made your way up. Living close by you hop along the rooftops towards the man, hands shaking from the cold and the potential scolding you'd get from the giant.
It was so dang cold no matter how many layers you wore, every passing day seemed that way. Your fingertips had a hard time carrying your bearing gifts, your toes were swelling from the wet and cold, and your nose darkened from the chill. Oh how you wished you'd stay home, you told yourself. Already being halfway there, it would be pointless to turn back now.
Hopping to the last roof you almost let the red wine slip out of your backpack before catching it by its neck. Adjusting the bow that held the flowers in-between and the page, you prepare yourself to face the giant once more. Approaching him this time around was never easy, never got easier either. You were the only one in town who even tried to end the punishment of rain and floods. Today wasn't any different.
The giant continued to cry, his hand shook taking a huff of the cigarette before hiding his face away against his knees. The compassionate side of you couldn't let him stand by and be by himself feeling this way. Preparing yourself, you cleared your throat, hiding the gifts behind you.
"H-Hey, Militsioner!" You shouted. "Hey down here!"
Didn't take long for him to notice you, slowly moving his head in your direction. He didn't respond at first, only looking down at you with those sad eyes.
"What's going on big guy? Let's talk. I won't bite."
Pondering for a moment the giant man let out a deep sighed, slouching his way down to hear you better, but he didn't keep his eyes connected with yours.
"I'm sure you don't bite, prisoner." He finally replied, tapping some ash into the lake. "I don't have time for your games right now. I'd rather be left alone. I'm not in the mood to talk about my problems to the likes of you-"
"Wait wait wait, you misunderstand! Just- you don't need to say anything. At least let me show you what I brought you first before you drag me off back home."
Shaking like a leaf, you quickly show him the little gifts you brought him before he could deny you anymore. As soon as you shown what was behind your back his worn out eyes widened a smidge. Mouth opened slightly, he pointed to himself.
"Is all that… for me? You must be joking."
"No sir I'm not, totally serious." You reassured him, ushering him to take the gifts. "No jokes or pranks this time. I promise. I just… hate seeing you so down on yourself so I took the time to prep these gifts for you, my treat."
He inspected your gifts some more, noticing the bright white flowers wrapped in a bow around the wine "How did you know I liked flowers? Who told you?"
Eyes widened, you tell a white lie. "Random guess? I picked these days before the flood even started and… I thought maybe you'd like them?"
Reaching down he gently take the gifts between his fingertips. You could see the slight hint of a smile poking through the sadness. You smiled, too, but only slightly not wanting to get your hopes up. You were well aware he was quite sensitive in this state so you didn't want to push your luck. You move your emptied hands behind you, twiddling with your fingers out of sight.
You thought friend was lying out of his ass about the giants love for flowers when you asked for info about him. After all, he's lied to you before, but for this to be actually true? You never would've guessed the giant man of a guard could be such a sweetie.
The giants heart grew warmer and warmer by the minute, admiring the dedication and personalization of the gifts. Raising the piece of paper you drew on closer to his right eye, you turn your gaze downwards, your cheeks flushing not just from the cold anymore. There was a noticeable blush on the giants cheeks as well, not just from the cold either but from pure joy. Bringing the paper down from his eye for a moment, he leaned forward closer to you, almost touching your chest with his nose.
"You… drew me. You took all your precious time to draw me. I didn't know you were an artist." He said, a teasing hint in his tone. "The cats are so cute, too. Is this what you do in your spare time when you're not out here causing trouble for me, hm?"
You realized he read right through you. Before you could deny anything he let out a chuckle.
"I'm only joking, little sunshine. You're very talented. I feel slightly better now."
"Ah well, yes thank you, and you're welcome, I…" You pause, scared to let your true feelings show, but letting him see only a glimpse. "You are… a source of inspiration to me in a way, after all."
"Really now, how so?"
"Well, despite my wrongful imprisonment, you're the most interesting person I've ever met. I don't meet colossal men like you everyday."
Turning speechless, he hummed deep from within his chest. He then burned the cigarette out by putting it in the lake. You could see some gears turning in his head before he continued, clearing his throat.
"I didn't know I… caught your interest in that way." He said, almost shyly "This is… new news to me."
Smirking, you tap his nose. "Hey, don't get any ideas! I'm glad to see you're feeling better. I was starting to wonder when I'd see that beautiful smile of yours again-"
"…Pardon?"
Realizing you flirted on accident, you stepped back, changing the subject. "Nothing uh- I should get going now. I'd love to chat longer but I'm… absolutely freezing like hell."
The giants noticed you shivering since you got here. For being so generous and ridiculously sweet, he lowered his hand to you. The giant wouldn't push you to repeat yourself… for now.
"Here, let me give you a lift home. You deserve such a gesture after being so kind."
How could you deny him? Especially when that sweet closed smile of his came back. You stumbled a bit stepping onto his hand but you manage. His hand vastly warmer then your own, you felt you were cocooned in a cozy warm blanket being shielded away.
Covering you, he guided his hand toward your house. The rain seemed to die down and so was the flooding when he opened his land to let you jump off onto the ground. Mission accomplished on your part.
You pat down your coat before stepping toward your front door. Before you open it and head inside, you take a good look at the giant one last time before saying your goodbyes.
"Thank you for saving me trip… I'll see you later?"
"Always." The giant replied, almost too sweet."If… you need a better reference when drawing me you can always ask for a close up, I don't mind."
He waved goodbye before lifting himself back to his usual spot on the lake, with a much more positive attitude then before. You noticed for the rest of the day from your window that you didn't see him frown once, often looking at the drawing you drew him and smelling the flowers, or simply admiring their beauty. After the flood disappeared, many of the true criminals got away with crimes under his distracted supervision. You could've taken advantage of that as well but decided against it.
You continued to draw that day, but every once in a while you do catch the glimpse of the giant himself looking toward your house more then usual. Smiling to yourself, you'd have to take up his offer sometime. Not just for drawing but to… perhaps confess your feelings someday if you were brave enough.
[SFW] Giant Sized Reference (Militsioner X Artist! Gender Neutral Reader)
Headcanons:
[NSFW] Militsioner wakes up in the night hearing your cries thinking you're in danger... Instead he finds you lost in your own world fantasizing about him
Would you be alright doing a HC post (general/crushing/dating) for Meeple similar to the one you did for Brock? Normally I get too nervous to do requests but you cooked so hard with the Brock ones that I absolutely HAD to
Random Meeple Headcanons
Request?: Anon | TW: N/A | Word count: 626
Headcanon/Scenario vibes: General hc's, crush hc's, romantic hc's, sarcastic they/them bad bitch shenanigans.
A/N: Congrats anon you're the first to request for Brawl Stars! I'll absolutely do some headcanons for this fella. Struggled like hell with this one. This is probably super oc as fuck. Might come back and rewrite this someday if we ever get more lore for Meeple.
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General Headcanons
• Many of the brawlers dislike Meeple for how hypocritical they are, they can't stand them either and basically only tolerate them enough for battles, etc.
• Gets annoyed easily when people don't listen to them. Also gets in a rage if fucked with (obviously we see that from that one animation.)
• If anyone points out if their cheating they'll gaslight them.
• Gets thrown off if someone outplays them or their calculations are incorrect. They get very butt hurt. You'll never hear the end of it from them for weeks.
• Is a perfectionist during battles and outside of them. They demand other brawlers to do the same.
• Obviously nerdy, loves to yap, wether anyone wants to hear it or not.
• Thinks they're superior above anyone else. (Causes a lot of squabbles between 8-Bit and Meeple.)
• Is a filthy Redditor. Loves to argue, rage bait, and debate. It's basically their favorite hobby.
• If anyone dares to touch their rules book that they carry around on them at all times, the person in question is banned for life from ever playing board games with them no question. It's their holy text.
• Their not just loud vocally, but physically, too. Because of how their built you can hear them way before they arrive.
Meeple having a crush
• They see courting as a form of a strategic game to play and to tamper with til they "win" their prize; their crush.
• Will let their crush cheat at any game they wish, they'll turn a blind eye to it. If anyone dare says a word they'll ignore them. They'll also change the rules around to be in their crushes favour, too.
• Protects their crush in battles. Will use the excuse of a "wrong" calculation if a brawler or his crush bug them about it.
• Gets angry when flustered. Doesn't know how to handle it when someone flirts with them. When it's the other way around though they project confidence, hiding how nervous they actually are. It's very obvious by the constant change of the lettering/symbols on their LED(?) forehead. Will be constantly in denial about it if anyone points it out.
• When it comes to their crush they'll learn their schedules, routines, and habits. Others see it as stalking but Meeple sees it as being one step ahead of having more interactions with their crush, and a higher success rate of getting together with their crush. It's their ways of expressing interest even if it seems creepy to others.
• Now that I think about it… Meeple would be the type to observe what his crush likes. They'll leave gifts in hard to find spots that only their crush (and now Meeple) knows about.
Dating Meeple
• Even after them and their S/O get together they'll continue to let their partner cheat. They secretly love their S/O sitting on their lap during game sessions. 👀
• Continues to yap during the whole relationship about anything like before, expect with little to no filter. Likes to complain about other brawlers, too, no shame.
• Dates nights usually, most often, are also board game nights between the two. Meeple through the relationship let's go of their strict rule following attitude and learns to relax. Doesn't mean they won't give their S/O a hard time, though.
• Instead of going into the "gamer rage" when their upset, it's presented instead as aggressive flirting toward his S/O. If their S/O does it back at them? It turns into a fun game about who will crumble first from the amount of flirting they both throw at each other.
• Sees relationships as having goals and milestones, example being Meeple won't go straight for a kiss right away, but instead will strictly wait til at least the third date. They have standards.
Headcanon/Scenario vibes: Fluff, relationship hc's, general hc's, crush hc's
A/N: Fun fact: I mostly wrote brawl stars fanfiction and headcanons many years ago on Wattpad before I ever was on Tumblr. Now that it has me in a chokehold again I'll be rewriting and tweaking most of them (cause I hate looking back at my old writing it's hella cringe) and reposting on here cause dang there's barley any brawl stars fics/headcanons on Tumblr in general. Anyways the first of many, Brock. We need more love for this man.
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General Headcanons:
• Cocky as fuck that plays a on-stage-persona in public, but quiet doing his own thing at home when there's no one around to impress. According to his description in game he is an introvert, after all.
• Loves his tunes and has hella music taste. When he's not battling you'll see him walking around with headphones in Starrcade chilling out in his own little world.
• Often has fantasies about making his own music but lacks the confidence and the fear of unnecessary, harsh criticism.
• On occasion he helps Frank pick out music for functions at Mortis's mansion for parties
• With how preppy, energetic, and flexible he is, he's one of the few brawlers that can actually dance. Ballet, or anything complex is not his strong suit, though. It's too technical, and the pressure to be perfect is too much for Brock.
• Rarely takes off his shades cause he thinks he'll no longer be "cool" without them. Also uses them as a metaphoric "shield" to hide his emotions.
• Being super closed off outside of battles and video games, he's not close to a lot of brawlers outside his trio: Ollie, Mina, Frank, Max, Surge, and Bolt are a few of the other brawlers he's acquaintances/friends with.
• Pretty positive guy towards others, but behind closed doors is heavily critical toward himself for not being good enough.
Brock having a crush:
• Brock thinks he's slick when it comes to flirting, but he really isn't. Often times his flirting seems forced or a performance act, but it's not on purpose.
• Genuine complements and praise catch him off guard, throwing him off his persona he tries to maintain.
• Might fall under pressure to confess when the tension reaches its peak and gets too hot for him and can't take it anymore.
• Brock's the type to flirt and be big game, but at the same time plays his feelings off. He tries to keep cool like it's nothing if someone makes a comment about the obvious feelings. He might say things along the lines of; "nah, we're just good friends" or "nah you're trippin dawg."
• Being a little insecure, he'd freak out once the realization hits him though. He's be pretty down on himself, thinking the person he likes deserves better then someone like him.
• Around his crush he'll be trying to show off, even at the risk of him getting hurt. Not like he can die anyways. He'll just respawn.
• In proximity of his crush, his usual masked bravo falters a bit. He struggles on keeping his thoughts aligned and often have brief pauses before talking.
• Often times he lets his crush win when playing videogames on purpose just to see them get boisterous. Brock absolutely loves it. Will act overly salty and a sore loser for the dramatic effect.
Dating Brock:
• Brock's the type of dude that just wants to chill at home playing video games and listen to music with his S/O, but will also be their biggest hype man and encourage them.
• Bonus if his S/O is also a smack talker when it comes to video games. He loves the sarcastic comebacks and back and fourths his S/O is able to throw at him without it actually being serious. It's all in good fun.
• Prefers having dates within Starrcade close to home so him and his S/O can get home quicker. Brocks social battery gets empty pretty fast. However, if Stu has an act going on that night? Oh yeah Brock and his S/O are going no hesitation (mf loves explosions)
• For his S/O, he'll push himself a bit if it meant making his S/O happy when it comes to social settings even when his social battery is low.
• Finds it easier to express his feelings through texts then in person or video calls. Even after getting together he still fumbles in person. Might give up afterwards depending on how much he believes he messed up.
• Makes curated playlists based off his S/O, is too shy to show them.
• He lets loose around his S/O, dropping the outside persona and just… being his true self. He's feels comfortable enough to let himself be quiet without feeling forced to "amaze" his S/O to keep up appearances unlike he did before they started dating.
• Shares whatever he has in thermos bottle with his S/O. No one else will ever get that privilege. Fella has the goods.
• From his skins alone in game I feel he has an interest in fashion in some way, maybe even caring about his appearance, too. Would encourage his S/O to explore their style and appearance as well, totally spoiling his S/O with brands they like.
Squeeeee pls tell me they get to meet again 😭 The Singing Bobby and The Wastrel 🥹
Oh anon...
In the world of We Happy Few anything is possible, but also deeply tragic with not so happy endings for many. Can't say for sure if the two will ever meet again, or perhaps in some case one or both end up dead somehow.
Maybe the readers body finally caved from the ongoing starvation, maybe they tested their luck one last time and got beaten up to a pulp left for dead.
As for the Constable... Maybe someone may or may have not overheard his and the readers conversation. They may or may not be secretly planning to sabotage his life, his badge, and have him exiled to the Garden District for even daring to associate himself with a downer.
If you don't mind me asking, how do you get inspired to write British characters? Besides WHF being an obvi inspo lol, I mean like how do you know what British slang or phrases to use? Do you do research before hand?
What an excellent question anon! When I comes to research; I read, watch British shows, or in some cases just hop onto WHF listening to the dialogue and go from there (half the time I just wing it but we don't talk about that.) Sometimes I had to do some googling and what not for phrases that don't seem entirely clear to me (I never use and will never plan to use AI to assist me with that. I prefer looking around myself).
How I write British dialogue probably isn't 100% accurate, but I'm not aiming for perfection (or at least not trying to be as picky) just go with the flow and see what works!
The Singing Bobby At The Apple Tree (Bobby X Gender Neutral Reader)
Summary: Left wondering for weeks where your favourite singing bobby has gone, he appeared again one night for a shift. Seeing his other bobby colleagues leave for a piss, you take the risk to leave a gift of sorts to your favourite duet partner: a bouquet of night blooming nonsuch's. :)
Request?: No | TW: N/A | Word count: 3,256
Headcanon/Scenario vibes: silly fluff
A/N: Holy fuck you guys I think I finally got over my very long writing slump. I present you this fic I've had in my drafts for like, a year- I finished this and another fic but the other one is not Tumblr friendly and I refuse to talk about on here to save your eyes and well being. Anyways yeah bobbies are cute as fuck fight me.
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"… Gracey."
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Do you think… he'll come back?"
"Who are you blabbering about now love?"
"The… constable, ma'am." You remind her. "You know, that constable? I haven't seem him in weeks."
Gracey Merlin, the old coot of your so-called-roommate in these trying times, hurled a clump of spit at the ground with a dry cough. She banged her wooden walking stick after with a cackle, exposing what she had left for teeth.
"Oh the constable this, the constable that." She said, rambling on.
Before she could continue her ramblings she spotted a bug on the ground squishing it with her cane. She grabbed it, tossing it into her mouth, proceeding to chew on its tiny shell of bits and bobs before swallowing before continuing on.
"For all I know the next time you sneak out to see em' your guts and organs will be the apple trees new ornaments for all the towns folk to see!" She warned. "They'll use you as their next calling card."
You shift uncomfortably on the worn out wooden box you sat on, grimacing from the very image of what she described and from the sound of her obnoxious chewing. The very texture grinding against your ear drums reminded you of when your classmates scratched their nails against the classroom chalkboards in the old days. "That's… an ungodly image ma'am-"
"Oh don't you go 'ma'am-ing' me, missy." She jabbed at your ankle with her cane, picking the bug bits out of her teeth with her dirtied pinky nail "You know as bloody well as I do that those bobbies will do anythin' to protect that beloved tree and little-miss-curious over here wants to get themselves tangled in that mess.'
You knew very well about what's happened to other downers when it came to the bobbies. Surprisingly, you still saw the good in anybody which has lead you to getting into horrid situations that Gracy, the crazy cunt, pulled you out of a time or two. You were grateful for her everything. With slumped shoulders, however, you couldn't deny Gracey's perspective of the Constabulary.
"Right right, you ol' bat. You're always right…" You trailed off, although you couldn't help yourself but reminisce from the previous nights before.
Turning your gaze to the apple tree below, you recall a bobby who always had a tune to sing. Often times it put you to sleep during your spouts of insomnia when it was too great to bear."However, Gracy, I'll argue their just doing their jobs." You countered "Even in the worse circumstance some are better then others. Definitely not as ludicrous as you've described them."
"Oh, but they are-"
"What about the singing bobby?" You argued, promptly cutting her off "You know… the one that sings all those songs of old and new…? I've never seen him go too far."
Gracey nodded her head slowly, stirring the pot of whatever-you-can-find soup. She pondered for a moment, licking her withered lips "Why yes that one. He's quite peculiar, isn't he?" She said, questioning with curiosity "He isn't like the other two he's with. No no… not at all" Gracey answered her own question, focusing her attention on the boiling soup pot and fire place.
You blinked slowly, not bothering to continue the conversation as it was deemed no longer a worth of your time. Seeing the sun slowly going down another day you sighed, retreating to your bed… whatever was left of it anyway. The mattress felt of cardboard and the smell of rot and mold as small insects crawl about the bed and half bent bed frame.
"Before getting some shut eye love at least have some soup, aye?"
You politely declined, pointing out the mystery sauce bottle she found and dumped it in there without a care.
"Suit yourself, deary dear."
Shaking your head again, you turned to your side, wondering how she wasn't dead yet with how risky she was when it came to the ingredients she used in her food. The thought made you sick to your stomach… and the lose of your already starved appetite.
"Sing hallelujah! Sing hallelujah! Put a nickel on the drum save another' drunken' bum-"
Oh, there he is. You were wondered if he had a shift tonight. Sitting up from your bed, your whole body creaked from the poor quality of the mattress. You let out a groan, but it was drowned out by the bobbies singing as you swiped off the critters that crawled on you during the night.
"Sing hallelujah! Sing hallelujah! Put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved…"
A perk of a smile crept up on your face as you approached the gaping hole on the roof of the torn house. Grasping a wooden pillar you lean against it, observing the apple tree and the bobbies from above… They were doing the usual, drinking away. The singing bobby, however, seemed to be distracted and not drunk off his ass. A few butterflies were flying around the tree. They glistened a beautiful pink as they few around in the gentle, night breeze. One butterfly began to fly down to the singing bobby, landing on his knee.
The bobby continued to sing by the campfire. However, he seemed calmer, his voice seeming to grow softer as his focus was on the beautiful insect.
"…I was lying in the gutter, I was covered up in beer. Pretzels in me mustache I thought the end was near. Then along came Sergeant Stubbs, and saved me from my curse. Glory glory Hallelujah sing another verse…"
"Oh gods this shit again?" A deep voice piped up from beside the singing bobby.
Another voice chimed in right after. "Blimey mate you're starting to sound like a broken record at this point."
Being fully aware they can't get to you, you hide more behind the roof anyway out of fear anyways. Most downers did. Unless you were stupid enough to try to steal from them out of survival. You've seen what the other Constables could do to a downer like you, so you preferred to stay out of sight out of mind even from far away.
The butterfly on the singing bobbies knee few away then from the shouting, making the singing bobby slump on the log he sat on. From the campfire you could sort of tell by the expression on his bobby mask he didn't appreciate his new friend being spooked away from other constables who didn't appreciate a good tune.
"C'mon lads, its a classic, aye?" The singing bobby beamed "Who doesn't like a fine tune to survive the night-"
"Quit your yappin' and get off your ass and start walkin', Constable! You've had enough of break I ain't paying ya to sit around!
The first Constable didn't wait for the singing bobby to stand up. Instead, he grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him onto his feet. You assumed he was the leader of the pack of three by the way he presented himself. "We don't have time to get distracted. Those bloody downers could come anytime and anywhere to steal what rightfully belongs to the fine people of Wellington Wells!"
"Who said it was ours, sir?" The third bobby questioned, chiming in quietly. "How did we determine that? The trees here and were all the way over there-"
"Oi!" The third bobby shouts, poking a finger into the second bobbies chest "Shut the fuck up before you convince us both that you're a downer bitch!" The third bobby ridiculed the second one, smacking right behind the others helmet. "You get moving too before I light your bobby baton on fire and poke you with it like a bloody lion at the circus, got it?!"
"Y-Yes sir, right away sir-"
"Good…" The third bobby praised. Turning his attention back to the singing bobby, he slapped his shoulder. "And you… sing something else before I rip your bloody lips off, will ya? Sing… 'It's a Long Way to Tipperary'"
"Emh…" The singing bobby mumbled, shrugging rather enthusiastically. "Y-Yes sir!"
"Good." He looked at the two, getting rather comfortable on the log before tipping his bobby helmet over his eyes. "Gonna take me nap before I take a shift. Wake me up in a couple hours."
The two bobbies nodded their heads "Yes sir." They replied, going to their rightful places.
And so, the two bobbies started their patrol around the surrounding area of the apple tree, and, as promised, the singing bobby began to sing the other song that was requested (unwillingly). You could tell he wasn't and chipper about singing this one, but it was a lovely tune against your ears hearing his voice again. Hearing him sing, feeling drowsy, you go toward your bed falling asleep to the lovely bobbies voice yet again for another night.
"Eh, I gotta take the piss. Keep an eye out for the tree, will ya?" The first bobby asked the singing bobby, grabbing his baton from the holster.
The singing bobby nodded. "Righto sir, righto!"
"Same 'er." The second bobby said, turning on the flashlight on his helmet." We'll be back by no time at all, Constable."
The two bobbies left whistling along as they went to go find their to piss spots, leaving the singing bobby sitting there alone with the campfire, the apple tree, and the coldness of the night.
Amidst the two bobbies earlier loud ramblings it woke you up to your dismay. You sit up and check out what all the fuss was about. Peaking out again from the roof you see the singing bobby sitting alone on the log… unusually quiet. Your eyebrows rose a fraction… where the hell did the bloody other two idiots go during this time of night? Were they really leaving one of their own to fend for himself? Especially since you knew they were group parties waiting for an opportunity like this to break down those gates and steal the ripe riches of apples.
Fucking idiots You thought, I can't just stand here and watch him potentially get jumped… but he is a Constable. He was trained for this.
You battled with your self conscious for a while. Worried for this strangers well being verses being the logical answer if you did potentially help him would result in you, to quote Gracey, "a calling card". What what if there was that chance were you could… finally meet and talk? Maybe finally have a duet together side by side? This would be the only rare chance you could talk to him alone without worrying about the other two fuckheads. You can't tell by expression, but the way the singing bobby was slouched told you he wasn't in the greatest mood at the moment.
Your heart told you yes.
Your survival instinct, however, told you no. Absolutely not. Though… maybe… maybe he'd like some flowers potentially? He seemed awfully stressed.
Yeah, your crush on the Constable overthrew any logical reason not to go risk your life went out the window. Adrenaline and nervousness hit you all at once as you headed downstairs to the outside to pick the flowers you'd think he'd like, gleaming with confidence with your battered up smile. You made sure to step as quietly as you could to avoid waking up Gracey. You roll your eyes as you hear her snore, skipping past her to the downstairs to the outdoors. It didn't take you long to find a group of night blooming nonsuch's. What was special about them is that they only appeared at night, shimmering their glowing petals against the grass and near by objects around it… just like the singing bobby in a way. Not glowing but… in a metaphorical sense!
Yeah, you were going crazy.
It took you a bit to gather a good amount of flowers after a while, using your teeth to rip them by the stems… and you thought Gracey was gross eating bugs. Using some left over rope you had on hand you tie it perfectly. You end up tying it in a cute bow. You felt silly, to be fair, but you can only live once… right? There was nothing else to live for, anyway, considering your circumstances of being a rotten downer; as the bobbies and joy taking folk would say.
Pushing the thoughts aside you make your way to the apple tree, flowers in hand. You don't mean to, but you gripped them rather hard. You couldn't help yourself, truly. You were taking a huge risk, but you had nothing else better to do then to potentially cheer up a beaten down bobby. As you approach you notice the singing bobbies body move a certain way against the log. There no way, is he…?
Well, I'll be. Blimey, he fell asleep… Bloody idiot. A rather cute idiot I dare say.
Getting closer, you hear him calmly breathing. Yeah, you definitely weren't going to wake him up to give these to him, or maybe you should just go. Anything could go wrong-
Before you could decide to back out or set the flowers down on the log beside the bobby he let out a loud yawn, stretching his rather stiff limbs. You sucked in a breath then, suddenly being able to hear your heart beat in your ears, you froze. Before the singing bobby could turn around, in a panic, you place the bouquet of flowers beside him and rush off.
"What the bloody hell- Hey! You there! Stop in the name of the law!" The singing bobby called out to you, baton in hand, yet he didn't have aggression in his voice.
You hear him sit up from the ground and start chasing you, but you were faster somehow, finding a hiding spot amongst the pile of rubble near your house. The singing bobbies helmet was askew. No wonder why he couldn't see where you ran off to, or so you thought. Adjusting it, he huffed.
"Right right… I'll catch ya next time I will."
He gave up on looking for you and headed back to the log. Slowly, you peak your head up from the rubble watching him walk back. You sit in anticipation… and worry. He could either be thrilled or throw the flowers in the fire pit to keep the light going. It could go either way from here. You see the bobby noticed the bouquet on the log. You don't see him manage to make an attempt to do anything to them, yet. He just… stared at them.
Looking around at first, he put his baton in the holster before gently picking up the beautifully made bouquet. He examined them for a bit, taking in the night blooming nonsuch's beauty. He didn't know what to think at first but he did know one thing. He was extremely flustered. How the hells did that downer know he secretly liked flowers?
"Rather strange but… if this is some sort of ploy to get me distracted it's… workin'" The bobby admitted shyly. His whole face was aflame under his bobby mask. "If I can have a guess about who left this 'er um… thank ya. They're lovely."
Holy tits is he actually serious?
You hid yourself further under the rubble in shock, a flush of colour appeared on your cheeks as you see him continue examining them. Playing with the pedals of the flowers, he looks into the dead of night… directly at the rubble your hiding under. The grin on his mask face couldn't get any larger.
"U-Um… sorry for chasing you like that, you started me pretty bad ya know." He said, chuckling. "I was having a lovely dream… but I suppose it's not your fault, innit?"
The bobby didn't dare to step closer, neither did you not wanting to risk it. Even though you knew HE knew somehow you were hiding here.
"Look…" The bobby began. "I'd come closer and ask to see your pretty face fully, but I'd hate to risk it." He paused, looking behind him. He could hear the familiar approaching footsteps of his colleagues. His heart dropped down his throat. "You shouldn't be 'er. They're coming back, now go before they see ya!"
Taking his word you slip out without a trace in sight, getting out of there just in time before the two bumbling bobbies returned. Upon returning their behaviors seemed… more different. The singing bobby noticed too, taking in their rather sluggish and tipsy steps. They should've been sober hours ago. Before they could notice the singing bobby hide the bouquet inside the hallow log away from their prying eyes.
"Where the bloody hells have you two blokes been for the past three hours?!" He yelled, taking in their rather messed up appearances. "You seriously snuck off to excuse yourselves to drink? Unbelievable-"
"Emh…" One spoke, the third bobby. "We've f-founds some hic lovely citizens willing donate their w-whiskey to us." The third bobby giggled, scratching the back of his neck like he was revealing a secret. "How could we say no t-to such a hic lovely gesture?"
"Oh for the love of-" The singing bobby groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't fathom with such idiocy. "I don't believe that for a second, Constable. You two killed for the whiskey didn't you-"
"Here…" The first bobby interrupted slurring his words. Approaching the singing bobby rather poorly, he collapsed on him. "T-To my favourite c-colleague hic ever, and that is you, 'er-"The first bobby, lazily, handed the singing bobby a half drunken bottle of whiskey. "On the house from me, your favourite superior."
Before the singing bobby could reply the first bobby already passed out on him, causing the singing bobby to push him off onto the ground. He didn't wake up, snoring away. The third bobby stumbled to the other side of the campfire passing out on the log across from the the other two bobbies. All the singing bobby could at that moment was to shake his head in disappointment.
"Well…" He muttered under his breath "This is… going to be a rather long night, chaps."
The singing constable found his way home finally after a long shift. After last night he requested to be switched to a different patrol group for a while at the apple tree from the higher ups and they reluctantly agreed to switch him. Taking off his uniform he folded it gently before moving onto his gloves, helmet, then finally, his mask. He slips it off, putting it on his bedside. Before collapsing onto his rather inviting bed of comfort, he couldn't forget to put the bouquet of night blooming nonsuch's in the vase he was saving just for the right flowers.
He couldn't stop thinking about you after that night.
He knew it just had to be you, the one that occasionally sang along with him from the rooftop across the way. He swore he's seen you once or twice during the morning patrols coming from that house. What you two had was special, even if you came from a different world from him. He was well aware not all downers were looney. He didn't think you would be looney… anyway. What downer can perfectly sing a song without screaming their bloody head off about "seeing the eyes"?
The bobby, smiley as ever, fell asleep dreaming of one day properly meeting you face to face without the dangerous lurkers who dared to interrupt. Maybe someday that could come true…
Soo….like the nsr master post?? Wha happened??? 👀👀
Genuinely tho PLS post of it, i am desperate!!
I don't know what you mean? Nothing happened to it lol it's already been posted ages ago. The link works on my end maybe it doesn't for you? Regardless here's the link to the NSR master list. Let me know if it works or not anon!
Oh em geee 😭 I read both The Pleads That Echo in The Alley and The Love Among The Sheets it was srsly the best thing I have EVER READ. I spent a good hour and a half trying to read both chapters but I couldn't help myself but squeal, thrash and giggle between each scene 😭 IT WAS SO GOOD AND IT GOT ME GIDDY ALL OVER you have no idea how hard I tried to contain myself from overreacting cause I really just wanted to see how the story progresses but aaaaaaaaa it got me in the feels bro I just couldn't not pause each time to geek out 🥹 A begging, down bad, and yearning Bobby who has been obsessed with you and dreamt for an intimate moment with you only for it to finally happen and it's a pleasure for both him and you/the reader which is just??? AAAAAAAAAAA I'm so happy to get much more than I was expecting bcs let me tell you the description itself was what hooked me in the first place 😭😭😭 MY EYES HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY BLESSED AFTER READING BOTH CHAPTERS 10/10 😍
And also hehe if you don't mind... I may or may not have drawn fanart based on the specific scene of Sullivan eating out the reader 🥹 It's obvi NSFW art so if you don't mind I can share it with you in DMs and potentially reveal who I am XD (sorry for being anon I'm just too shy aaa)
Anyways, I can't help but wonder what happens after that! Do tell!!! Did their relationship bloom ever since? Do they now go on official dates every chance they get? Or even visit each other's flats weekly? Or Hell, maybe the reader finally becomes Mrs. Regan 👀 Aaaghhh I just love speculating on it all!!! The endless possibilities!!!
Lots of love for your fic bro!!! Can't wait to read what you pump out next 🫰🏻💐✨
Oh ma goodness- What an honour to have an anon so down bad for my bobby fella... And to even draw FANART BASED ON MY FIC??? That's like every writer's dream I would LOVE to see it 😭🥹 (only if you're comfortable of course obviously)!
The fic was one of the few times my writing inspiration came back to me full force. I've been stuck in such a writing rut I'm not so sure if I'll ever do a continuation of the fic. It was meant to be only two chapters, but we'll see. An idea of what that continuation could look like? Well, the relationship would blossom over time of course (including visits, dates, and Sullivan's bobby buds being absolute hounds and teasing him) and... possibly him and the reader being ignorant to the fall of society later on while they're stuck in their own little world with each other. 👀 That's just the basic idea anyways.
Thank you truly for the love!! Never had anyone down bad for my fics before it's super flattering. Hopefully when I'm out of my writing rut I'll get back to the regular schedule posting every couple days and finishing up requests. 💜
JK but srsly though it's a DESERT out there I miss having my big ok bullboy mushy and handsy all over me
pleeeaasseee! consider it!
Uhhh all my writing is free and written in my spare time. No where on my page says you gotta pay. I have navigation and rules on my page for a reason. 😅
Greetings lovelies! It's been a minute since I've posted. Been super busy irl and haven't had time to write so much...
But here's a sneak peak of a bobby x reader fic I've started working on while super sleepy deprived one night. Don't know when I'll ever finish this or the millions of requests I have, but I'm getting to everything, very slowly. Till next time lovely readers. 💜
