#snobert

Bob Geldof:

Snowy had no idea how he ended up here. It had been definitely not drugs and neither alcohols and still he was standing here, in the hallway of someone's apartment, watching a crowd of people, of whom the most, he might have seen on television once. Nobody there he knew, well, except Scott and Phil, who had put him aside as soon as they entered the room. They said, they would grab some drinks and come back immediately. Sure. The scheme seemed like a Deja-vu, so well-known it was for Snowy by now. It was his typical position during any kind of a bigger meeting, usually parties.

When touring with Pink Floyd it had been eating him up from inside as he always found himself alone in the corner. Somehow no one had ever cared about him, no one from the band, and of course no one else. Even the quiet Rick had been in more conversations every evening than Snowy.

Was Snowy really this uninteresting?

First, he did think, it was just because he was new, the new second guitarist, that boy nobody knew the name of. But, with every new party, he noticed that people never even bothered to find it out. It was not like he ever craved for attention like Roger or David would get it, he did not want to be the centre of attention. But it would clearly not hurt if people knew his name and greet him when he walked in.

Moping he stared into his soda can, Scott had smuggled in for him since he knew that he did not drink any alcohol. Scott was a great friend. Snowy was wondering where he and Phil got to because "immediately" was a long time ago.

"Screw it, I'll look for them."

Compared to the Pink Floyd's parties this seemed a bit wilder. Or were their parties just too boring?, Snowy asked himself as he scuffled through the living room. The lights were low and from somewhere came music, Snowy's brain said The Stones but the chattering was so loud, it could have been Mozart, too and he wouldn't notice. Carefully Snowy shoved himself past a tight entangled pair of bodies, still trying to find Scott and Phil in the blustering darkness.

It was then when he accidentally bumped into someone, gladly he didn't spill any soda. He looked up and squeezed his eyes slightly together. There were projections of facial features to recognise in the half darkness, but it was nothing familiar to Snowy.

"Excuse me!", Snowy exclaimed as loud as possible.

"Scott Gorham?"

The stranger shook his head.

"On the balcony, I think!"

As Snowy exited the stifling apartment, and stepped into the fresh but bloody cold December air, he found what he was searching for. Scott and Phil were both leaning on the railing, their breaths rising in little clouds up through the air. Phil leaned forward to whisper something into Scott’s ear which made the smaller one giggle and punch Phil’s arm playfully. In the little light that shone from inside into his face, the colour of a radish was clearly visible. Snowy hoped it was a rather appropriate thing Phil whispered to Scott, otherwise the night might have brought formative aftermath for both of them.

"Are you guys okay?", Snowy asked, joining the uneven pair.

"Snowy, you're here!" Scott squeaked in joy like a guinea pig on a sugar shock and jumped into his arms. Half amused, half confused Snowy patted his back, trying to build up eye contact with Phil. Said one didn't even seem to even notice Snowy's appearance and continued staring where Scott had been standing seconds before. "I guess you guys are ready for departure." Snowy chuckled already picturing the drive, oh so much fun.

A long drawn-out "Nooooo!" from Scott.

"We can't go now! They haven't served the cake yet! We need to wait for the cake!", he cried, burying his face in Snowy's arm.

"Cake?"

"Yes, the cake! C'mon, don't you like cake?" Scott's face was directly in front of him and Snowy would have bet his Goldtop that he was pouting as good as possible, even though the amount of alcohol and just the fact that Scott’s face was not made for begging looks, made him look like a Labrador dog with bad toothache.

"Of course, I do but... what about you, Phil? You wanna go?"

The bassist cocked his head as if he didn't understand the question, what (so Snowy thought) was indeed, possible.

"Snowy, how did you find us?", he asked, Snowy growled inwardly, regretting everything he did this evening. "That's not what I asked Phil, you wanna go now?" If this was what mothers had to live through everyday, they were clearly underestimated heroes. "Did you meet somebody, Snowy? You never meet anyone when we go out. You're always alone, don't you want to meet anyone?”

In the cold night Snowy could suddenly feel his cheeks grow hot. How would Phil's drunk brain start to think of this?

"I could sure introduce you to someone in there..." His hand flew into the direction of the room and he started to move it up and down like a muppet. "I don't think my love life is important right now." Snowy grabbed Scott's arms, under protesting by the younger one. He felt ashamed, exposed, all he wanted to do was leave now and later at home hide himself under his blanket and listen to his favourite record. Was that so much to ask for?

"No, but really..."

"I WANT CAKE!" Scott's sudden toddler-like crying cut through the night, Phil stood still, mouth opened like a fish and stared at both of them.

Snowy was quite annoyed.

"Fine", he sighed, petting Scott's hair. "Let's have cake then at first." He watched Phil and Scott both walk inside again, asking himself why someone would serve cake at a Christmas party.

"Are you maybe one of those... what are they called... spades?"

"SHUT UP, PHIL! LET'S GET CAKE!"

***

About twenty minutes later Snowy found himself, sitting in the bedroom of the apartment, poking with his fork in an actually very tasty piece of cake. Still he felt unable to enjoy eating it. Phil's words spooked in his head around and didn't want to let go off him. Did he really come of like a loner that much? Or was he actually one? He put the plate aside on the night table, slipped out of his shoes and laid down on the bed. A loud sigh left his mouth.

Oh, look at yourself, White.

Sure, he was not a party animal like Phil, but he had charisma, right? Here he was at a party with a room filled with famous personalities, strippers and alcohol ad nauseam, and he, Snowy White, was lying on a bed, not even able to eat a fucking piece of chocolate cake.

He didn't know how long he must have been laying there, just staring at the ceiling, drowning in the dishwater of his own thoughts. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer to the room. The door creaked and a small dash of light fell into the room.

"Anyone here?"

The person paused, they must have taken a while to notice Snowy on the bed. Said one kept laying there. It had been a really long night and if he had learned anything, it was that having conversation with other human beings was really not his thing. "Too drunk to talk?" The stranger chuckled and seemed to want to close the door again, when Snowy's brain decided to react.

"No, just too exhausted."

"Huh?"

Snowy laid his head back and giggled. He felt stupid, oh so stupid. Gosh, why was it so hard to talk to people? Somehow his amusement infected the stranger, Snowy could hear him laughing from the door. It was a nice laughter, quite cackled but still likeable.

Then there was another creak and steps on the floor slow fading away, Snowy assumed the stranger decided to let him be. He got up and walked straight to the door. Now it was definitely time to leave. In front of the door he almost bumped into someone. Again.

"Sorry, my mistake."

The voice was familiar. Snowy looked up into the man's face, finally being able to recognise somebody this evening, (thank God to whoever had the genius idea to actually put on the lights) it was Boomtown Rats' front man Bob Geldof.

"It's alright."

Snowy put on a slightly forced smile and nodded. He and Bob and met before, during the filming of the movie to The Wall, even though Bob probably couldn't remember him, since they had been barely introduced and Bob needed to go immediately to shoot the next scenes after that. A smile and a nod were the most appropriate for an elusive greeting like this. He turned his back to Geldof, walking down the small corridor, now he had to look for Phil and Scott again and then he could be finally off here.

"You forgot your shoes."

Bob's voice startled Snowy for no reason, but he flinched and turned around, his cheeks probably glowing. He cleared his throat as he walked out of the room again, his shoes in hands and gave a crooked grin.

"Thank you.", he croaked.

He cringed more and more thinking about this evening.

Geldof although seemed not to be uncomfortable in any way, maybe the punch, that had been part of the party's buffet, was the reason for that. He kept looking at Snowy, mouth slightly opened and wearing that weirdly nice smile.

"Are you looking for Phil and Scott?", he asked.

"Um, yes, I do.", Snowy answered, wondering how he knew.

"They're in there right now. Phil is currently yelling the Irish national anthem." There it was again, that cackling, slightly awkward laugh. It drove Snowy insane and he had no idea why.

"Before you pick them up, could maybe help me? I need to wait for the ones that are too pissed to go by themselves to be picked up, ungrateful job." He sighed, his shoulders moved up and down. And in fact, Snowy could see a bundle leaning against the wall of the corridor, which Snowy recognised on closer inspection as sleeping U2 front man Bono, clinging to a passed out The Edge, U2's guitarist, who had wrapped an around him, both of them making nothing but little snoring noises.

"They look quite peacefully, eh?" Bob leaned against the wall and kept staring at the two. Snowy did not know why but he had decided to stay. The picture just seemed to be too perfect. Bob with his usual wild hair standing there, one leg over the other, wearing that denim jacket. Even though he did not look as good as now back then, Snowy had to admit he had been quite smitten with Bob since their meeting months ago.

Of course, it was not a big of deal, just a thing of admiration, no deeper feelings. It was normal, a lot of other men had it too, for sure. And out of sudden it went silent between them, there was just the sound of Bono's snoring and laughter and yelling from the room next door.

"So... are we just going to wait here, until someone comes to pick them up?", Snowy asked after a while of silence and awkward staring.

"Yeah, I guess so." Bob scratched the back of his head and faced the ground. "Their bassist or somebody is on the way, I was just told to look for them."

With only conversations like this was sure going to be an uncomfortable waiting.

"Do you still have contact to the guys from Pink Floyd?" Bob tried to break the icy silence. Snowy chewed on his lip, thinking and pulling the silence bigger like a piece of bubble gum.

"No, I was gone after they made that wall crap.", he scoffed and shook his head slightly, his blond hair seesawed around him.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered.

"I think Roger is still pissed at me for leaving."

What Snowy had before thought of as an unique cackling laughter seemed like nothing to the sound Bob gave now from him. All Snowy could do was stand still and listen blushing to Bob's snorting laughter.

"I bet he is! He is such squid head sometimes."

Suddenly Bob froze in his action, his bottom lip quivered a few inches apart from the other. His eyes were fixed on Snowy as if he was waiting for his reaction. Was he?

"I'm sorry." Bob started to stammer. "I know you and Roger were... are kind of close? I'm sorry to call him something like that."

Now it was Snowy who stood there motionless. He couldn't believe. This man was too kind to be real.

"What are you saying!? Roger being a git? Tell me about it!"

The ice did break, both of them started to talk, Snowy felt not as weird as he used to around Bob anymore. It was fun to finally have someone at this party, he could talk to. As it turned out Bob and him had a lot more things in common than just thinking that Roger Waters could be annoying by time. Half of an eternity seemed to be passed when it knocked on the door. U2 bassist Adam Clayton, a dude with funny big blond hair and an expression full of tiredness, dropped in and picked up his mentally out of reach band mates.

Bob watched the door closing and faced Snowy again. Maybe the tiredness that had started to take over Snowy's mind and was fooling around now, or maybe there had been some rum in the cake, but it seemed like Bob's face shone. It was hard for him to not sigh, oh-so ravished by Bob.

"It's very late", he said after taking a glance at his watch. "It'll be better when you go home, too." Snowy could have been wrong but it sounded like Bob was sad. He, himself, at least was. But it definitely would be better to leave now.

Unsuccessfully Snowy tried to stifle a yawn. "Would be the best, I guess.", he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

He gave Bob a lazily wave for goodbye and an honest smile. Now he could feel his chest aching a bit. Stupid feelings. He turned away from Bob, leading to the living room. All I want for Christmas is to see him again, he thought to himself. It seemed childish, already school girl-ish, but his stupid infatuated brain couldn't help but wish.

"Hey, um... could you please..."

There were hasty footsteps behind him and as Snowy turned around, he saw Bob's awkward grinning face in front of him, making his heart skip a beat.

"I've been waiting to tell you all you night, but I seemed to miss it, so..."

His face was so close to Snowy's, he knew he must have been blushing in that moment but he tried to dissemble it. He was sweating as if somebody had turned the heating to full bust. Nervously Snowy tried to make eye contact with Bob, as soon as he saw the brown eyes of Geldof his body temperature jumped up and down like a gone wild bouncy ball.

"You need to kiss me, there has been a mistletoe here the whole time."

In that moment, Snowy was sure he would fall down, dead. At least he wished to do that, his face had the colour of a tomato for sure, and not even butter would be as slippery as his hands. He looked up to the ceiling, searching for a mistletoe... but there was none. Was Bob trying to do some mean trick on him?

"But there is not..." His voice was nothing more but a croaking, his eyes fixated back to Bob's.

Oh, how he wanted to cry now. Bob looked above them and shrugged.

"Oh well... Kiss me anyways."

And he didn't know why, but Snowy did it. That moment when Snowy leaned forward, his brain had stopped working, his mind was blank and running wild at the same time. All he could think of was...

Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.

And when their lips met, it all stopped within just a single moment. Everything seemed fine now, Bob's hands on Snowy's shoulders, holding him, otherwise Snowy might have crashed to the ground, his knees felt like jelly. There was no passionate clinging to each other, not Bob pulling Snowy to his chest. There were just the two of them, lips pressed together in silence.

Another eternity seemed to passed when Bob broke the kiss. He was panting, still looking at Snowy.

"You know... I have thought about this quite a while." He caressed his cheeks, his hand sent little jolts through Snowy's body.

"I thought I never get to see you again after filming that stupid movie... Oh, how glad I am that I was wrong." He giggled softly and stared at Snowy.

"You're such a beautiful human, Snowy White."

When his name slipped down Bob's tongue, Snowy was sure someone set a bunch of butterflies in his stomach free. He remembered his name? He remembered his name. He actually knew his name. Snowy opened his mouth, trying to say something just as sweet as that to Bob but before he could bring anything but stuttering out, the door to the living room burst open and Scott Gorham, hair and clothes smeared with something that looked like the cake's frosting, threw himself into Snowy's arms, crying out something about Phil ruining his new leather jacket.

"He started it...", Phil said who followed Scott through the door frame, looking like he needed to sleep for next three weeks.

"Oh, hi, Bob." He grinned and waved at Bob who smiled his usual Bob smile and waved back.

"Hey Phil."

Bob looked at Snowy, there was wistfulness in his look and Snowy wished it to go away. A familiar hand put itself on his shoulder, it was Bob's.

"I see you're busy right now, so... please call me whenever you have the time, okay? Phil knows my number... I really want to see you again." Now it was Bob who headed back into the living room. It felt like he was fading away, slowly walking out of Snowy's little universe.

Surely it wasn't this dramatic but it felt like an eternity had passed since the last time Bob had looker him in the eye. Snowy watched him close the door behind himself and buried his flushed face in his palms.

He would have to meet this man again. This or he would go completely insane.

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Credits for the prompt (it's what's written bold) go out to @writing-reading-bitch-queen, the story itself is written by me

It was a (belated) Christmas present for @queer-floyd who was okay with me publishing it, thank you, my dear Bro 💖💖💖

where they first met and how,

I still like my version with them seeing each other on the set of the wall but really get to meet during that christmas party ;)

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved,

Bob had a little crush on Snowy and Snowy fancied him, too but it took them a few more meetings to really have deeper feelings

who fell for who first

Snowy

where their first date was and what it was like,

Bob took Snowy out for dinner (after planning everything into little detail with Phil) and then brought him home, Snowy thought he was a perfect gentleman

who asks who out and how

Snowy after getting Bob’s number from Phil he asked him for a date and Bob told him where he was gonna take him

who proposes first

Bob ;)

If they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away,

Of course they had to tell Phil, and Scott, too, it took them a while to tell it Roger and Dave

where the proposal happens and how

I think you know that ;)

if they adopt any pets together,

they adopt some boomtown rats

who’s more dominant,

Bob

where their first kiss was and what it was like,

Very suprising and kind of awkward but both totally enjoyed it

if they have any matching couples stuff

leather jackets, and keys chains

how into pda they are,

not bc they neither of the have a womb

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Snowy likes to do that, but then Bob takes over because he is taller

where their usual ‘date spot’ is

I can’t really think of one, but let’s say their flats?

who’s more protective,

Bob

how long it is before they sleep together

I like the headcanon of asexual Snowy, he spends the night at Bob’s some time after they started dating because he missed his cab

if they argue about anything,

Idk Bob’s beard and tendency to weird looks

who leaves more marks

Bob

who steals whose clothes and how often,

as we learned from before, Snowy is a natural clothes stealer

how they cuddle

Snowy on Bob’s lap, Bob resting his chin on Snowy’s shoulder

what their favourite nonsexual activity is,

playing stupid games like I spy something with my little eye etc. and Snowy playing with Bob's hair

how long they stay mad at each other,

Not very long, but it depends of what the topic is

what their usual coffee / tea orders are,

Some fruit tea for Snowy and coffee with milk for Bob

if they ever have any children together,

Bob's kids?

if they have any special pet names for each other,

Bobert, man who lives in my flat and The Pies piper of hamelin for Bob

Snow White, Terry and Blondie for Snowy

if they ever split up and / or get back together

I'm sure they might have some difficult times, but no

what their shared living space is like

Little house outside the city, simple furnished and sometimes a little messy

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

They visit their families and then ho home watch movies together

what their names are in each other’s phones

Snowy: Little Blues Boy

Bob: Bawb

if they have any ‘couple traditions’

Singing, Bob tends to sing Christmas songs during the season where he changed the lyrics like "Snowy White Christmas" and "Let It Snowy"

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Bob falls asleep first and also wakes up first

who’s the big spoon / little spoon?

Bob/Snowy

who hogs the bathroom

Bob

who kills the spiders / takes them outside