#robert x reader fluff

He's not comfortable enough to suggest other arrangements until a few months in, when your things have crowded beside his on the nightstand, in the bathroom, by the door. Evidence that you plan to stay.

Only then does he tell you you’re a blanket hog, and you tell him he’s a space heater, and decide that as long as some body part is touching it still counts as romantic.

Which is how you end up sleeping soundly with Robert’s arm thrown around your waist from a distance, his back brushing yours, your heads angled so your hair spills over onto his pillowcase, or your butts pressed together while you curl up facing opposite directions. Sometimes you half-wake to find him sliding his foot over to your side of the bed in his sleep, mumbling anxiously before relaxing when he brushes against your leg.

Brickhouse x reader

First request taken and honestly loved that theres basically nothing with this woman. I wish she had more screentime!

It was just meant to be a normal day at the office. You were currently finishing off documents before a deadline. Sipping your coffee, you wonder how much slower the clock could go, you had just started and already wanted to leave. Just as you started to continue your work you heard a loud crash come from outside.

"What the hell was that!" Your boss screamed from across the room and went to go look out the window to see what was happening. Everyone in the block started to make their way to the window. Pushing past all the people you could see a villain blowing up nearby buildings. Looking around your building was one of the few left standing.

Before all of you became targets everyone had started to rush out of the building. As you left you could see rubble covering the floor, you decided escaping without being seen would be your best option. Running seemed like a great option till you remembered how difficult it was to run in heels. Unfortunately your lack of observation caused you to trip over the rubble scattered on the ground.

Just as you could get a grip on the situation you looked up and see part of the office building hurdling towards you. Just as you were accepting your fate the rubble was destroyed. A woman stood Infront of you as her back took all the impact. She stood there as if it was nothing.

Rubble had broken from the impact and littered around the both of you. She went towards you and picked up your small frame running with you in her strong arms. You felt your cheeks heat up as her muscled arms held you close to your body. Once you reached safety she placed you down on the ground.

"How are you feeling, I'd be surprised if a small thing like you wasn't hurt, unless your just secretly strong and wanted me to save you?" She cocked and eyebrow when looking down at you. "I... uh, I'm fine. Thank you for saving me." You replied to her in a small voice.

"Brickhouse," she raised her arm out to shake your hand, "nice to meet you. I'm glad I got the honor of saving such a beautiful woman." She had a cocky look on her face. Taking her powerful hand in yours, you told her you name. Without any warning she span you around.

Robert Robertson x Reader (Dispatch)

The whirr of an ancient computer and a yawn signaled your coworker’s arrival. You knocked lightly on the wall of his cubicle. Robert spun in his chair to face you. “Hey, morning.”

“Morning! I uh, brought you coffee.” You held out the mug. His fingers brushed yours when he took it, startlingly warm.

“Mm, sweet.” You blushed, not sure how to respond, before you realized he meant the drink. “Thanks.”

“Yeah. I thought you looked tired.” Fuck, that didn’t come out right-

“Well damn. Here I was thinking no one could tell.” He smiled slightly, enough to soften the sarcasm.

Robert Robertson x Reader (Dispatch)

The sky was dark by the time your last shift ended. Robert walked you to your car.

"You know, this is probably the safest parking lot in the city. Not sure I needed an escort."

Robert smiled crookedly. "I didn't have a better excuse."

"For what?" Before he could answer, Beef began circling your feet, tangling you in his leash. You tripped forward- straight into Robert's chest. Strong, steadying arms wrapped around your waist. His face was close enough that you could see a blush beneath the freckles on his cheeks.

"I swear I didn't tell him to do that."

Robert Robertson x Reader (Dispatch)

“Weren’t you nervous on your first day? This place can be intimidating.”

Robert was busy at the vending machine while you quizzed him from the break-room table. “Yeah, I guess so. But you just gotta take those feelings of fear, or inadequacy, or corporate-sponsored nihilism and do what everyone else does.” He pointed at you with a packet of Twinkies. “Squash them. Bury them deep, deep down.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wow. Inspiring stuff.”

“I know, right? You’re welcome.”

You headed back to your desks together, stopping first at his to pet Beef. “Thanks for the pep talk, Robert.”

“Anytime.”