#robbiekay71

Request: Can you please do 10,21&39 with Robbie please?

Prompt(s):

10. “Don’t make me regret saving you.”

21. “Do you smell burning?”

39. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 

Warnings: none

Your best friend, Robbie, dragged you over to this building. You were hesitant to go, as it was old and abandoned. It was one of the oldest buildings in your town, and one of the creepiest. 

“Ugh, can we go home now? We made it here, now let’s turn back,” You whined, shivering a little. “Plus I’m cold.”

“I told you to bring a sweater,” Robbie bickered.

You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Robbie led the way, holding your hand. He had a flashlight in the other hand, shining the light on the floor and walls. It still looked so creepy. The walls were worn out, floors completely scraped. Some dusty, broken picture frames still hung on the walls along with other things in various rooms. You felt like you were in some horror video game.

“Robbie, please. Let’s head back. We’re already on the third floor. Isn’t that enough?”

You were scared and cold and tired. It was late, and you didn’t even know why Robbie wanted to roam the building so badly in the first place. Though he stayed silent, stopping in his tracks. His silhouette stiffened as became alert.

“...Robbie, what is it?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“Do you smell burning?“

Your body tensed and chills went down your spine. “No?”

You began sniffing, but then the smell hit you. Something did smell like it was burning. Like a house fire. Like a building burning.

Panic set in the both of you. You searched around to see if there was any smoke. Maybe it wasn’t this particular building that was causing the burning smell. But it was. Robbie turned around to go down the stairs with you, but smoke was coming up them slowly.

“What do we do?” You cried out, extremely afraid.

“Follow me, it’s okay. I’ll get us out of here.”

Robbie held your hand tighter. You both ran away from the smoke, trying to find some kind of out. This fire was growing fast, as smoke started to already appear on the floor you were on. The burning smell was becoming stronger, and it was getting really hot. Also, breathing was becoming hard.

“Rob!” You wailed, petrified. 

“It’s okay, keep running!”

Finally an exit appeared. It was a fire escape. By then you were coughing up a storm. Robbie was beginning to cough a lot, too. The smoke was becoming too much for your lungs. Your eyes were watering and throat so dry. 

“Come on.” Robbie picked you up, getting you over the window sill and onto the metal platform. “Be careful, it could be broken.”

You were still coughing, but the taste of somewhat fresh air felt so good. Sirens echoed in all the chaos. You felt like you and Robbie made it, but that wasn’t the case. You were growing weaker from smoke inhalation. 

“Can you walk down the stairs?” Robbie asked.

“I don’t... I don’t know.”

You tried walking down, but you nearly lost balance. You questioned how Robbie wasn’t as weak yet, but didn’t have the energy to ask. Instead, Robbie tried helping you down the stairs as quickly as possible. 

Eventually you both reached the ground. Robbie picked you up once again. He knew you inhaled too much smoke. You were shorter than him, so the smoke got to you first. 

“Come on, Y/N, stay awake. Help right over there,” he winced. “Don’t make me regret saving you.“

He attempted to say it in a playful manner, trying to take some ease off his mind. He was worried for you. You weren’t doing well. 

“Help, we were stuck inside,” Robbie ran. Firefighters, police cars, and ambulances were there. Immediately you were removed from Robbie’s grasp and being put on a gurney. An oxygen mask was put over you mouth and nose.

Robbie tried to follow you, but was stopped. He needed to be checked out, too. But also needed to be questioned by the police. What were you and him doing up there? Did you start the fire? Robbie tried his best to answer questions, but was too concerned about you. 

So I met Robbie Kay recently and he is so sweet and genuine not classy or trashy like most celebs. but I was taken back and happy cause he said and I made sure this was real and not fake. 3 times in fact,he was being truthful. Robbie said I looked like a mini younger version of himself. proof is on the video on here somewhere lol. and I been getting this a lot lately.... so to you my dear followers and friends is Robbie right? do I look like a mini younger him? :)

Request: I miss your robbie kay imagines 😥 if you want to, please 🙂 can you do one where Robbie is blind and the reader (his gf) is a singer. Robbie is really insecure (about his blindness + relationship with the reader) so the reader conforted him by singing "Name of Love" by Martin Garrix ? I love your fluffy imagines 😍

Warnings: OOC Robbie, blindness

Name of Love - Martin Garrix

Something was wrong with Robbie. He was struggling a lot. You and him both knew that this relationship would be different and difficult from the very start. Robbie was blind. He had an accident one day when on set that made him lose his vision. He could barely see out of one eye, but other than that he couldn’t see anymore. 

When you and him got together a few months ago, he was so insecure. You were a famous singer, and he used to be a famous actor. But now he was basically nobody, or so he thought. He still had fans, still had love. But he was so insecure now because of his sudden disability. It threw him completely off.

“Robbie, talk to me,” you begged. He had been acting different, but wasn’t talking about it.

“No. There’s nothing to talk about.”

You searched for something to say. It killed you to see him this way. “Okay... then how’s your day been?”

“How’s my day been? I don’t know! I’ve done nothing, I can’t see a bloody thing!” He snapped.

You flashed a look of hurt at him. With his small amount of vision left, he could faintly see the expression. He frowned even more. 

“I’m sorry, love... I’m just... I don’t know. I’m not happy with myself.” He sighed, looking at you. “I’m so scared that you’re going to leave me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I know it’s been a few months, but they’ve been the best ever... I’m afraid.”

“Rob, there’s no need to be afraid or scared. I love you for you. I love you because you’re so sweet and kind. You’re amazing, Robbie.”

“I love you, too,” he simply replied. He then got up, setting up his walking stick. He claimed he was going to bed despite it being rather early still.

You sighed. He was still upset, still nervous. You knew you had to do something. But what? Of course, music popped right into your mind. You had to write a song for him. To prove that you truly loved him and you weren’t going anywhere. You instantly got to writing.

About a week passed, and you felt like the song was ready. It was the quickest you had ever written a song. Everything came to you with ease, however. It was all on the tip of your tongue, and you jotted the words down so smoothly. Writing the music was a little harder, as you wanted the melody to flow with the words. You wanted it to be perfect.

“Y/N, what have you been doing this past week? You’ve seemed... busier.” Robbie hesitated, nervous that you were distancing yourself.

“You’ll see, Rob,” you giggled. Tonight was the night you were going to perform it for him.

Robbie didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He was so anxious and insecure. It was destroying him. You prayed this song would help him feel better.

Later that day, after you were done working, you sat Robbie on the couch. You two had just finished dinner. You thought it was the perfect time.

“What are you doing?” 

“Uh, I wrote this new song. And I want you to be the first to hear it.”

Robbie’s eyes widened a little. Him being the first to hear your newest song meant so much to him. You got to strumming your guitar, singing.

“If I told you this was only gonna hurt; if I warned you that the fire’s gonna burn, would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love...”

You sang it so beautifully. This acoustic version made it so sound lovely to Robbie’s ears. He even teared up at some of the lyrics. You could only smile though as you sang. He was loving it. Maybe he even got the hint it was meant for him. 

“Y/N.. that was so beautiful. Your best song yet.” Robbie grinned, looking down.

“You think so?” You smirked. “Because I made it for you.”

His head perked up, tears once again visible in his eyes. “Really?” 

“Of course. I thought it was time to make a song about you. You mean a lot to me. It my first song about a significant other.”

Robbie was speechless, not knowing what to say. His tears spilled over as he cried. His face crumbled, he was so happy. The song made him feel so alive. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. 

“Where are you?” He asked, voice becoming hoarse.

“I’m right here.” You set your guitar down, sitting next to him on the couch. 

You both embraced, hugging one another tightly. You ran your fingers through his hair gently, knowing he really liked it when you did that. His head rested on your chest. 

“I love you so much.” He sobbed.

“I love you, too,” you grinned. You were trying not to cry, but failed. “So much.”

Request: Hi ❤️ Could you write a RK imagine where the reader helps him to suffer from depression (the reason is up to you but for example - the lack of good roles and projects {yeah like irl}). And please some fluff in the end? 😘❤️ ps sorry for my english :c

Warnings: depression

Robbie had been in a slump. He wasn’t scoring any roles lately. His latest was Pirates movie, but that had been it. He finished that more than six months ago. He hadn’t gotten anything else since. It was really depressing him.

Though Robbie was already depressed. He was always struggling with roles. He could never seem to get them. He tried out for so many, but rarely got callbacks. It was affecting him majorly. He would be sad, upset, angry... He’d shut you out, he’d get angry at you and at himself. He would sometimes lash out... It was getting bad.

“Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” You asked, in hopes that he would actually want to leave.

“No.” Robbie snapped a little.

“Uh... I saw casting calls for a new movie. Then need someone to play the male lead. I think it’d fit you best.”

“Why go? Not like I’ll get the part anyway,” he huffed.

You sighed. You were getting tired of Robbie’s attitude, but you knew it was because of the situations he was facing.

“Rob, come on. You can’t just mope around. You have to keep trying, I believe in you--”

“I have been trying! I’ve been trying for months, and nothing. I’ve gotten two callbacks, but never got the parts. No one wants me! No one wants me to act in their film or TV show. I’m a shitty actor!” Robbie exploded. You were taken aback.

“Robbie, no. That’s not the case. You’re in a rut, you’re a great actor and actors sometimes get in ruts.”

Robbie huffed again, seeming mad. “Whatever.” He got up from the couch.

He left you sitting there, you not knowing what to say. You only sat there. How could you help him? He would get so defensive so easily. You didn’t want to upset him. But you had to talk to him.

“Robbie, I--”

“Listen, Y/N,” Robbie cut you off as you stood in the doorway of the bedroom you shared with him. He rested on the bed. “I don’t think we’re working out anymore...”

That pushed you off the edge. You’d been with Robbie for three years, the relationship was not ending, especially not this easily.

“No. No, this is not how it’s going to happen, Rob. Just because you’re in a rut, and you’re pushing everyone away... No. We’re not breaking up because you’re depressed. I will not allow you to block me out, dammit! I will not allow you to end this relationship because you can’t score a role! We’re not having problems, you  are having problems. I’m trying to help. I’m trying so hard to cheer you up and help you out, but you won’t let me in anymore! Please... let me in again. Let me help you.”

You were almost in tears. You loved Robbie so much. Him not in your life scared you, and right now you were terrified. But you couldn’t give up as easily. You weren’t letting him slip away.

Robbie searched for words. He didn’t even know why he said what he said. Seeing you standing in the doorway in near tears crushed him. He still loved you to death. Why did he ever think of ending it?

“Come here...” He patted the spot next to him. You walked over, still upset. “I’m sorry. I... I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. I just feel so lost and empty. I have no motivation to even leave the house. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I’ve been trying to help. I’ve been trying. You keep pushing me away. We barely even talk, you just shut me out. Every day I’ve been looking at casting calls and reading the descriptions to see if it’s a role you’d be interested in. Every day I’ve been telling you about the ones I find. But you don’t listen. I’ve been trying to help you out of this rut, Robbie. All you’ve done is pushed me away. But I’m still here for you. I’m here.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t know... I’m stupid. I don’t know how to deal with this properly.”

“Then maybe get some actual help? If you feel if you need it?”

Robbie didn’t reply. He didn’t know how he felt about that. But he put it into consideration. 

“Can we cuddle?” Robbie finally asked after some silence. You only nodded.

You and Robbie lay down on the bed. You faced him and he faced you, legs intertwined and arms around one another. You were tangled in one another. It stayed silent, you both staring into each other’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I haven’t been fair to you.”

“It’s okay.”

Robbie kissed you on the tip of your nose, causing you to smile a tiny bit. 

“I love you, you know. And I know I fuck up sometimes, but I’m glad you still love me.”