btw this is a side blog so its unlikely i will follow back (˘･_･˘) but im happy for anyone to dm me ! (plsplslspslsllspspslplsplplsplspls)
fandoms:
mcr (this does inc bob !), fob ect - main ones but there r more miscellaneous interests that may pop up on my page, but these are my main writing points.
hi guys i am gonna take a break, i keep getting horrible headaches and a lot of things are making me not happy - it's not like much does but even the things that have are Not really um ttyl
oh em gee. your works are so hot i CANNOT. may i suggest… ahem. frank iero stumbling across shy, crybaby reader in an apocalypse setting? and at first hes like sorta rough but shes just sooo overwhelmed and anxious and he babys her etc…
an: you are the sweetest!! oh my god this was so fun to write as a walking dead enthusiast. walkers = zombies. my apologies i couldnt resist. hope this is okay!!
the ruined city street was quiet except for the distant groan of the dead and the crunch of your worn sneakers on broken glass. you’d been alone for weeks, maybe months. time blurred when every day was just surviving the hollow ache in your chest, in a constant state of all-consuming fear. you’d ended up alone, completely shattered, too depressed to do more than shuffle forward with big, watery eyes and hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
you rounded the corner of a collapsed storefront and collided with a solid chest.
“fuck—watch it,” a rough voice growled.
you stumbled back, eyes wide, lips trembling, words wouldn’t come. they never did lately. you just stood there shaking, tears already spilling over because even this small surprise felt like too much after so long without anyone.
frank lowered the bat he’d instinctively raised. his face was scarred, dirty with blood, leather jacket torn and stained with god knows what. he looked every bit the dangerous survivor: sharp eyes, clenched jaw, someone who’d bash in skulls without hesitation. but something in your expression cracked through that armor, those huge, sad eyes. the way your shoulders curled in like you were trying to disappear. the soft, broken sound that escaped you instead of words.
“shit… hey.” his voice dropped, still gruff but gentler, almost like trying not to scare off a frightened deer. “you alone, baby?”
you managed a tiny nod, arms wrapping around yourself as fresh tears slipped down your cheeks. overwhelmed, beyond starving. terrified of everything, including him at first.
frank exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. he wasn’t soft, never had been. but looking at you, defeated and shaking, who looked like the world had already killed you inside, he felt something twist in his chest. a soft spot he didn’t fucking want but couldn’t ignore.
“c’mere,” he muttered, stepping closer. when you flinched, he slowed, one calloused hand gently catching your jaw so you’d look at him. “easy. i’m not gonna hurt you. name’s frank. you got one?”
you whispered it so quietly he almost missed it. he repeated it like it mattered, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “alright. you’re coming with me. can’t leave you out here like this.”
that night in the boarded-up apartment he’d claimed on the upper floor of an old building, frank sat you on the edge of the mattress he’d dragged in. he’d cleared the place of threats earlier. safe enough.
you were still shaking. barely spoke, just big sad eyes following his every move.
he knelt in front of you, surprisingly patient for someone with dried blood on his knuckles. “gotta eat something, baby. you’re skin and bones.” he opened a can of peaches he’d scavenged, spooning small bites and holding them to your lips. “open up.. that’s it… good girl.” his voice was low, rough around the edges but warm for you. one hand stayed on your jaw, steadying you, thumb stroking soothingly as you took the food he offered. when you started crying again midway through, overwhelmed by kindness after so much nothing. he pulled you into his lap without hesitation.
“shh.. i got you,” he murmured against your hair, arms wrapping tight around your frame, trying his best to put you at ease. “cry it out. frank’s got you now.”
days blurred. frank stayed rough with the world, efficient, brutal when he had to be, cursing at walkers and scavengers alike. but with you? he softened in ways that surprised even him.
he’d find you curled up in a ball again, depression pulling you under, and he’d scoop you up like you weighed nothing. “c’mere, crybaby.” he’d settle you against his chest on the old couch, letting you bury your face in his neck while he ran fingers through your hair. big, protective hand rubbing your back in slow circles.
when you couldn’t bring yourself to move, he’d handle everything. brushing your teeth became his ritual: sitting you on the battered counter, one arm around your waist to keep you steady, the other carefully holding your jaw open while he brushed gently. “there you go, sweet girl. let me take care of it.” he’d rinse your mouth, wipe your chin, then press a kiss to your forehead like it was the most natural thing.
feeding you turned into something quiet and intimate. he’d hold you in his lap, spoon or fork to your lips, murmuring praises every time you ate a little more. “good girl. taking what I give you so well.” his free hand would rest on your thigh or cradle the back of your neck, grounding you when the sadness got too loud.
at night he always let you sleep on him. no matter how wired or exhausted he was from clearing the perimeter, he’d pull you close on the mattress. you’d curl up small against his chest or tuck yourself under his arm, legs tangled with his. frank would wrap around you like a shield, rough hands surprisingly gentle as they stroked your back, his low voice rumbling, “you’re safe. not letting shit touch you. mine to look after now.”
when the shaking got bad or the tears wouldn’t stop, he’d hold your jaw again, tilting your face up so those big sad eyes met his. “breathe for me, baby. m’right here. not going anywhere.”
he was still the same savage, foul-mouthed survivor to the outside world. but for his shy, sweet crybaby? frank was soft where it counted, patient, protective, and fiercely devoted. slowly feeding you, caring for you, letting you cling and cry and sleep on him until the weight of being alone for so long started to lift, even just a little.
in his arms, the apocalypse felt a fraction less terrifying.
I LOVE FLUFF SO MUCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME ITSO SWEET. IT MELTS ME. i love fluff bob because i imagine hes so awkward at showing his emotions so it makes him look so so so adorable 😭😭💞 THIS IS TOOOOO CUTE UGH.
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this is so true. i want to say more but i get in my feelings about him .. sigh every time he is angry at anything/one u get to be the one for him to go to ☹️☹️ u are the one he can trust with anything and will always understand him ☹️☹️☹️
ITS OKAY TAKE YOUR TIME DUDE ik youve been swamped with exams, ive been busy with school too ugh.. all i could think about is younger bob these days..
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thank youuu ! yes thinking about him does make me emotional but im just proper emotional recently, i think it's partly finishing school that's heightening my feelings but whateva i hope school is going ok for u !
he’s in a band, he doesn’t talk to people and you can hear his mom complain about him to your mom. you never really cared until you see him out of your neighbourhood. him squatting down in some alley being so so nice to strays.
you’d think he’s this gruff asshole but he’s just an awkward shy sweetheart. sure his choice of words can be a little mean but under that persona he’s just a sensitive guy.
you start hanging out with him, gradually learning his habits and all. finally inviting him up to your room and you can see him getting visibly shy and its just too fucking cute.. him not knowing what to do or where to sit so you guide him to your bed. bob all flustered and nervous when you ask him if you could have your first kiss with him……… smiles
- frequent bob asker
i am. soo sorry this took so long ! the ask u just sent me today reminded me i had this in my inbox and i had some stuff written in my notebook for it! this is just straight plot and fluff if u squint ouhhh he's so cute.. i am thinking i will build the recent ask off. this !
You were sat at the kitchen table - chair a fair distance away from the table, your back stretched out awkwardly - scribbling down the remains of the maths homework you'd been set a week ago. Your mum was hovering - unintentionally - because she was blabbering down the phone again to your next-door neighbour - Mrs Bryar - about her son, you didn't need to be properly tuned into the conversation.
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Her son's name was Robert - you'd heard 'Bob' once or twice, but Mrs Bryar was always in scolding mode which called for his full name.
A couple of months ago you'd talked to Robert. He was fussing over a stray cat that had wandered its way into your front yard. It was, cute. He had gotten so flushed in the face when he'd noticed your presence - his pale skin blushing red dramatically. He apologised quickly, giving the ginger mog a few heavy pats as you reassured him it was fine, and that you were neighbours so it wasn't a big deal. Regardless, he had rushed off back into his own house - leaving you with the cat who circled around your legs until you obliged to fuss it.
He had kept visiting your garden every time the same ginger tabby explored around the overgrown grass of your front lawn. Sometimes he spoke to you. Most of the time he didn't.
That was until you were alone one weekend and Robert had picked up the routine of visiting the cat that kept travelling into your garden and you invited him inside.
He still didn't really talk, but told you to call him Bob - never Robert, that was for when he was in his mother's bad books. You found out something new about him each time he came over. You knew he played the drums - but you were yet to see it in action - and that he was fond of the many stray animals around Chicago, finding them much more understanding than people had ever been to him.
You kept inviting him over and you kept talking. Every time he spoke a little more - his voice got a little more enthusiastic, more comfortable. He came closer to you, now aware you weren't going to bite his head off if he was a little curious about you.
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You had plans with Bob after school - it wasn't much, just heading into the town so you could at least try and prevent him from getting bored of you.
But to be able to do that, you first had to survive another day of school. You glanced up to the white clock on the wall - Roman numerals rather than numbers for the sake of the house aesthetic - you needed to be leaving soon.
As you slipped your pen into your pocket along with the maths work, your mum brought your attention to her by snapping her fingers in your direction.
"Robert wants to talk to you sweetheart." She chirped, the phone still close to her ear.
You reached out expectantly for the phone but your mum pressed it to her shoulder before speaking again.
"You and this Robert." She paused, sucking her teeth. "Is there anything.. going on there?" She asked, a suggestive smile threatening to appear on her face.
You'd thought about it. Probably a bit too much for someone who you didn't even see on a regular basis - it's not even like you went to school with him.
"No- mum! Just give me the phone, please?" You sighed at the knowing look your mother gave you as she handed over the phone and scuttled out the room. "I'll be waiting in the car, be quick!"
"Hello?" You spoke down the line, the slight ring of an echo stinging your ears.
"Hi- Um- yes hello-" He paused, his nervousness making you giggle quietly before letting him speak again, "Are we still on- for going into town?" You could hear the shudder in his voice as he asked, obviously taking this as serious it didn't need to be, akin to yourself.
"Yeah, if you're wanting to- i'll knock for you 'cause i have some work i need to do first-" You said, stumbling over the sentence slightly. It was too many words for being nervous to cooperate with.
"Okay- yeah- Uhm-" He stuttered before you cut him off to hopefully end the fumbling of his speech. "I'll talk to you later Bob." You finally vocalised, catching yourself with a brainless open mouthed smile on your face and quickly bid him goodbye.
You had hardly had a minute to breathe your heart rate back to regular before your mum was honking the horn of her car - impatient much, hadn't she ever liked a boy?
ok am gonna post this but i'll make a continuation and fulfil the remains of this ask... giggles... sorry i love writing fluffy stuff like hm yes im gross but i also have much love in my heart for lovely bob.. he is just what i need after exams ;( im getting sad writing this so im just gonna click post now to avoid tears
reading this back it is a little cringe but it warms my heart so its fine,, hope it warms yours too !!!
@ 💤 anon i have finally started writing the next door neighbour bob ask from months ago. sorry it took so long but ily for sending this and it's making me emotional to imagine him at a younger age </3 sigh
play fighting with ray to see his camera and hes stumbling over his words on why its invading his privacy. when the camera finally got to your hands, you were met with pictures of your underwear, you sleeping, his dick between your thighs and so much more….
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OH MY GODDDDD YOU. YOU I LOVE YOU 💤 this is so hot ...
his face all red trying to make excuses as he giggles awkwardly like it's just a few candid pictures of you but no! it's a flash on picture of his thick fingers.. spreading your folds open..? um...??
i intend on writing about this.. 4 days till i am free of exams :p
6 EXAMS LEFT. 6 EXAMS LEFT UNTIL LONGEST SUMMER HOLIDAY OF MY LIFE WRITING DISGUSTING SMUT AND PAINTING AND DRAWING AND SEEING MY GF AND FRIENDS AND READING ALL THE BOOKS AND WATCHING FILMS AND TV AND LISTENING TO MUSIC
ray toro helping me revise who then corners me and.. well..
also this is Hella self indulgent
"So X is minus a half?" You asked, wincing at the chance of a mistake. "Yeah, I told you it was easy!" Ray chirped, flipping the page - allowing you to soak in the feeling of successfully cracking another topic. "Can you show me completing the square next?" You flicked through the book for him, skimming the index for 'completing the square' just for your hand to be squashed by Ray's.
You craned your view up to him with furrowed eyebrows, noticing the damp fog that sat on his glasses, his under eyes shimmering with sweat behind them.
"I've help you, a lot, don't you think?" His tone felt like an interrogation, like more questions were to come - and they weren't about to make you feel safe.
"I guess-? Sorry- I can go home if you want-" You stuttered, your head wobbling slightly in defence as you picked up the book from the floor.
"No! Don't I just meant-" He sighed, awkwardly scratching the prickles of hair that laid frizzy on his neck.
"Can I kiss you? And I know you haven't kissed anyone before but- I thought it would be cool-" His words tumbled out, but they were right. You hadn't kissed anyone before, and you wanted to - desperately so. Ray was probably the right person to try it with - he was kind and unlikely to judge you, plus, he had nice looking lips.
So you nodded - your face slightly hot and your voice weak.
"Uhm- I guess- yeah-" You swallowed the thick texture in your throat. A kiss - what was that even meant to feel like?
Before you could think any more about it he'd caught your lips - it wasn't slow like a first kiss in a teenage-drama-crush-confessing-to-the-protagnist-type of kiss. It was wet and instantly overheated all your senses, no desire to love behind it - just want from Ray.
And you could certainly tell Ray wanted something more out of this.
The hand trying to make its way under your shirt to the warm skin told you your superstitions were correct.
"No- Ray don't-" You protested against his lips that moved, sloppy along your own unresponsive ones. You were like kissing a corpse.
You tried prying his hand from your torso but the sheer amount of weight that pressed into your chest left you winded and weaker than usual, but you'd always been weaker than Ray. Every play fight that your mum told you that you were too old to be doing, especially with a college boy now. You were always the one under him - his biceps would flex like he was taking it seriously. Now you were thinking he could have been.
Ray hadn't responded to your disapproval, he just kept slobbering over your mouth like he was trying to hydrate you as he hands were still trying to pry your shirt off.
"Let me- see your tits- please dude- please-" He whined, sliding his lips down your neck - the perfect place to let his drool pool.
Ray knew how you felt about your chest. It was an uncomfortable topic for you. Nothing about you felt like, you, his begging just made you feel like your freindship was built off a false perception.
"No- get off me-" You squirmed under his mass - your legs tried to kick but you weere too compressed by his large frame to gain enough momentum. "Ray-" You whimpered, your voice strangled and head dizzy. Your eyes pulsated inside your skull and it felt like your nervous system just wanted you to be overwhelmed with electrical impulses. The twitching of Ray's cock in his pants only increased from your pathetic whinging, so you weren't exactly making it very easy for him to pull away.
"'M sorry- I really am- I just do so much for you- can't you let me do this-?" He huffed, swiftly digging his hand into his underwear, gripping firm onto the brick that hung down there.
The muffled slaps that began repulsed you. He couldn't even be bothered to look at your face, just your chest - he couldn't be bothered looking the tears that welled in your eyes. Your heart pounded like you were being chased, maybe he could at least feel that from the way his hand felt at your chest with such force it felt as if they could be ripped clean off - the bruises were guarenteed.
Ray's high pitched whines were quick to turn into gutteral groans and he had cummed through his jeans in seconds - a smel,y and dark spot spreading to the outside.
"'M sorry- thank you- thank you."
Hi guys it's me Um today is my birthday :) and my dad got us mcr tickets !!! im so happy guys okay... when they went on sale we didnt get any at everything left was Hella expensive and my dad went and got the only two seats on resale #score
also. my exams start tomorrow and they last over a month. so this will be my last thing before i disappear for a month okay.
