Hi Stacey! For the made-up fic titles, how about..."This Hope in My Heart"? 🥰
Summary: Sometimes having hope can hurt, but in the end it all works out.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: slight angst, fluffy fluff.
W/C: 700
Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
A/N: Thank you @ryebecca for the inspiration and for allowing me to use your mood board.
Betas: none. Because these are supposed to be fun and pressure less.
Master Lists: Made Up Fic Titles // Top Gun Maverick
For as long as you’ve known him, Bob has been the perfect gentleman. Whenever you hung out, he picked you up, meeting you at the door, not honking the horn from the curb side. He held doors open for you, always walked on the side of the traffic. He ordered extra fries, even though you said you didn’t want any. He saved the last bite of his dessert for you, which was always conveniently your second choice from the menu.
He’s sweet and traditional and of course it’s perfectly adorable. But every single time he walks you to your door to say goodbye there’s a spark of hope that he’ll kiss you. It’s clear that it’s what you both want and if he weren’t so old before his time you’d make the move on him but you're not sure how he’d react to such a bold move. So every time he walks back to his car, without having kissed you, your hope dies and the sting of disappointment lingers for days.
It soon becomes too much to bear and you find yourself canceling plans with him. It’s easier to not be around him.
OMG 😭😭😭
Im not crying, YOU'RE crying 😭😭😭
Give me this man PRONTO ❤️
Everyone needs a Bob 💜❤️🔥