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callmemana · 1 year

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What You Know, Is Nothing.

A Bob Floyd x female!reader fanfic:

Summary: Bob goes home for leave and as a surprise the dagger squad pays him a visit and learns more about their fellow aviator.

🚨A special thank you to @sebsxphia @jungle-angel @twosroos @thedaredevilsgirl for the ideas! I love and appreciate all of you!🚨 and a thank you to @eddiemypuppetmaster and @sweetlittlegingy for proof reading!

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After the uranium mission, the dagger squad had gotten closer and had learned more about each other over the next couple of months. As the group learned about their fellow aviator’s personal life, like how Hangman is the eldest of four and has three sisters; how Rooster grew up surrounded by the 86’ squadron after his father, Goose, had died and many more interesting things. The only person who’s yet to be open with the team was Bob. They knew some basic information, like his name and home state, but other than that, nothing. It wasn’t until a mysterious message was sent to Phoenix from an ‘Kacey Floyd’ that she gained more knowledge about her back seater. After weeks of messaging each other, Phoenix and the other aviators were invited to Floyd’s ranch. As it got closer to the day they left for their families, the secret stayed quiet. While at the Hard Deck Bob, as always, stayed his shy, wallflower self. Only speaking when spoken to. Bob was in his own little world when his phone went off, it was his mother, asking when his flight was and who was going to pick him up. Bob sighed loudly, which gathered the attention of the other aviators, “What’s the matter Bob?” Bob bowed his head, closed his eyes in frustration, then looked back up to his questioner, “My Ma, she’s asking me about who’s gonna pick me up at the airport.” “So, who’s picking you up? She’s worried about her son.” Replied Rooster. “I don’t need a ride; I left my truck at the airport last time I visited and its still good on gas.” “You left your truck at the airport, even though you knew you wouldn’t be back for a while?” asked Payback. Bob nodded, “Well, technically my girlfriend has my truck, she’s going to drive up with a friend and leave my truck there for me.” The team was speechless, bob had a girlfriend? “I’m sorry, could you please say that again?” asked Hangman, thinking he’d heard wrong. Bob scrunched his eyebrows together, “My girlfriend is going to drive up with a friend and leave my truck?” “Why did we never know that you had a girlfriend?” “Because nobody asked?” “Well now we’re asking!” “Yeah, tell us about yourself Bob.” “I’m good, there’s nothing to know.” “What’s your parents’ names? Do you have any siblings?” Bob chuckled lightly, “Why the sudden interest?” “Because we work together and while we do, we need to know about each other more.” “That’s bullshit, and you all know it.” “Its bull-true!” Bob gave a slight glare to the others, “Fine, my parents’ names are Joseph and Kacey, I have four siblings, two older and two younger.” “Their names are?” “Seriously, why are y’all so interested in my life right now?” “Well, I should know this information as you are my back-seater.” Replied Phoenix. “My older brother’s name is Austin, my older sister’s name is Isabella, and my younger sister’s name is Chloe, and my younger brother is Colton. Anything else? My blood type, middle name? If I’m an organ donor?” “Yes,” “Did you realize that your accent comes out more when your frustrated?” “My middle name is James, AB positive, and yes I am.” Bob got up out of his chair and left to get another drink, this time a beer. “Jesus guys and Phoenix, we drove him to drink!” said Hangman. “He’s probably stressed with going home, I mean, it’s been a while since he’s been home from what I can tell,” said Fanboy. “So, he shouldn’t get frustrated with his mom, she’s just worried about her son.” “It’s nice that she’s there for him, at least he has someone,” said Rooster. “Don’t start on the sob story Roost.” Bob kept away from the others until the day he had to catch his plane to good Ol’ Wyoming. Bob went home for leave, where he could visit his home and see his family again, and that’s where he was now, helping his father, and two brothers fixing the fence that broke but didn’t have the time nor people to fix. He had on a trucker hat with this family’s ranch on it and blue jeans, his shirt discarded as soon as the summer sun of Wyoming reached about noon on this particular day. He heard a couple of cars driving down the dirt road but paid no attention to it, focused mainly on the fence.

The cars’ doors opened and closed as Bob continued to work. Without his shirt, Bob could be seen with muscles that could go head to head with Rooster’s or even Hangman’s on any given day and tattoos. The squad didn’t think that Bob would be as fit as he was, considering how most of his free time on base was used to sit in a cozy chair and reading a book, nor did they think that Bob would be the type of person to have tattoos. As the team stood by the cars and stared, it seems that they were caught red handed looking at their fellow aviator. “Hey Bam, ain’t those your fancy pilot buddies?” “Now you’re just messin’ with me, Austin. How many times do I have to say that we aren’t that close, they don’t know where I am, I didn’t give them anything about my personal life. There ain’t no way, they are here,” retorted Bob. “Bam, look over there, don’t those guys look like the people from that picture you sent?” asked Colt. Rolling his eyes, Bob lifted his hat and wiped his forehead before putting it back on and looking in the driveway, and to his surprise, his fellow aviators were in fact at his family’s ranch.

“What in the hell?” he whispered under his breath. Bob looked at his brothers, both just as confused as he was on why they were here. Soon his mom came out of the old farm house and greeted the guest followed by his sisters. “Bam, Austin, Colt! Get your asses over here and say hi, I didn’t raise no hoodlums!” “Yeah Ma, were comin’!” “Bam, grab the tools, we’ll move on to the next fence afterwards.” doing as his brother asked, he grabbed the tools and his shirt as he made his way over to the group forming. “Bam never said that we were havin’ guest.” said his sister, Isabella. “Because he didn’t know, it was supposed to be a surprise for him.” “Well, come on! Introduce us Bam,” Bob had always hated that nickname since he was a child, so rolling his eyes, “Ma, Isabella, Chloe, Austin, Colt, this is my team members from the dagger squad, Natasha, Reuben, Mickey, Jake, Javy, Bradley, this is my mother, Kacey, older sister Isabella, younger sister Chloe, older brother Austin, and younger brother Colt. There happy? We still got fence to fix, but make yourselves at home inside.” finished, Bob as he and his brothers hopped on the quads nearby and made their way to the other fences.

“I’m sorry about Bam, he doesn’t like surprises much. But y’all are welcome to go inside to cool off while I finish up with lunch.” “I’m sorry Mrs. Floyd, but why do you call Bob ‘Bam’?” asked Natasha with curiosity. “Oh, please call me Kacey, Mrs. Floyd was my mother-in-law. When Robert was a baby he had blond hair so white that it looked like Bam Bam from the Flintstones and he would take a toy hammer and smack everything with it. The nickname just stuck from that, he absolutely hates it, but he will always be our Bam Bam.” laughs could be heard from behind her as she lead the group into the house and to the guest rooms. Isabella and Chloe helped with lunch while they settled in. There were pictures all around of the five siblings and their childhood, it looked like a scrap book with all of the photos, all of different ages and activities.

One particular photo caught Reuben’s eyes and he smacked Mickey who gasped, the photo was of Bob on a bull, riding with one of his hands on his hat and the other holding tight a rope to stay on as the bull bucked. “Guys, you’ll never believe this, but it looks like Bob was a bull rider before the army,” said Mickey, which grabbed the others’ attention and went to look at the picture. Isabella came in at the sight of them entranced by it and chuckled, “Y’all really don't know squat about Bam do you? Bradley shook his head, “No, we know his name, that he’s a WSO, and that he doesn’t drink, but that’s all.” Isabella laughed loudly at the last statement, “Oh, y’all are up for a treat! Bam used to go out every weekend and drink with his buddies in the cornfields out by the Cordell’s farm and get shitfaced, come home early the next day and then go to work on the farm,” the team had their eyes wide and jaws to the floor, no way was ‘Baby on Board’ a partier, not in high school and defiantly not now.

“When he came home one day, and Ma had had enough of the drinkin’, she told him no more until he turned twenty-one and then he decided to join up. So, I’m guessing he don’t drink around y’all?” Bradley was the one to speak, “No, he doesn’t” “Was he really like that growing up?” “Oh was that boy trouble, he would-” “Ma! We’re done, and don’t be tellin’ them nothin’!” “Oh, hush boy!” Bob and his brothers came into the room and sat on the couch and recliner, that was until their mom came over and smacked them upside the head, “Don’t be gettin’ sweat on my chairs now, go shower the lot of ya!” they all grumbled as they got up and retreated into their rooms, “No smoking either!” she shouted once more, “that’s for outside only!” “Kacey, it was nice of you to let us stay here, but if Bob isn’t ok with this we can leave,” suggested Mickey, always the kindhearted one. “No, no, it’s fine. He’s just not too big on surprises and such. He’ll get over it, and if anyone of you catch him smoking, please snuff it out, he can’t be ruining those lungs with the stuff y’all do for the Navy!” They all nodded and agreed, another thing they never knew about Bob, he used to drink like a frat boy and smokes, who knew.

After his shower, he picked up his room a little bit before heading back downstairs to his teammates, who were enthralled by a story his sister was telling, he rested on the doorframe as he waited for the end. “He would jump from the hayloft to a patch of hay to get away from Dad when he would get in trouble, that boy always came inside smelling like shit and had hay everywhere.” he chuckled at the story, a fond one from his childhood. Nat was the first to spot him, “Hey,” Bob just nodded his greeting. “You’re not too mad at us right?” Bob just shook his head, “No, y’all just wanted to get to know me better, I know I was less than giving with information about myself.” “So, tell us man. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want to get to know you.” Bob pushed himself off the position he was in and sat on a chair at the table, “What do you wanna know?” “Where did your accent go when we were at Top Gun?” asked Reuben. “I got made fun of because I ‘sounded less smart’ when I talked so no one took me seriously as a WSO. I had enough of it and started to lose it gradually as I went from base to base.” Bob shrugged. “You drank a lot in high school?” Bob’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Isabella, who giggled, “Yeah, there’s not a lot to do here. It’s either hanging out in the Walmart parking lot, or going to a friends’ field, having a bonfire, and drinking til the beer runs out. I chose the latter.” Bob folds his arms over his chest and leans back as he waits for the questions from his team. “Or rodeos, he was a big hit at the local and county rodeos, always went to state and won.” bragged Austin as he joined the group. “Bam here was the champion for years before he went and joined the Navy, still talked about round that time of year.” “Apparently there’s one coming up next weekend, thinking of signing up there Robert?” Bob rolled his eyes, “I’m retired, and you know that, Izzy.” “So, you got to show your Navy friends the rodeo, its super fun and you loved the adrenalin rushes when you ride!” joined in Chloe as Bob shook his head, “Not happenin’, I’ll take them to a hole in the wall or a cornfield party. Heard Patterson say he was planning one soon,” “No, come on Robert!” Bob’s phone went off and checked the name, Y/N, he got up and grabbed his hat, “I’m out, see y’all soon. I’ll be home for dinner!” confused, the others looked at the family in the kitchen who smiled, “That was his girlfriend, Y/N, she must need something. Don’t worry he’ll be back.” “What’s she like?” asked Javy with a smirk, “Prettier than sin, and as smart as a whip.” “Any pictures?” “Plenty, they’ve been together since freshman year.” “That’s adorable!” “Plans to propose next June when he gets leave again,” said Chloe. “Who knew Bob was a romantic?” “Well, we did, but he’s our brother so,” said Colt.

As dinner came closer and closer there was still no sign of Bob. It wasn’t until the plates and table where cleared that Bob reappeared, but with his hair frazzled, left eye black, and knuckles opened and bloody. His siblings rolled their eyes at him, this was just another night for them. The dagger squad jumped up immediately and surrounded their friend. “What the hell Bob?” “Are you ok?” “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Bob held up his hands to silent them, “I’m fine, just got into a bar fight.” “A bar fight?” “What the actual fuck?” “Are you sure your alright?” Bob nodded his head sternly, “Yeah, some asshole was talkin shit about me and Y/N called to come pick her up before she did something she’d regret. By the time I got there, it was already going down, a friend of mine from high school jumped in to protect Y/N.” “Is she here?” “Can we meet her?” Bob shrugged, “Sure, I guess. She’s outside still trying to clean up.” “Clean up?” “You don’t think that a girl from the Midwest don’t know how to throw down do you? Girl’s here throw hands like it’s a conversation starter.” “Respect.” “Should be in soon,” as soon as Bob finished his sentence a woman in bootcut jeans, a t shirt, steel toed boots, and a dirty white Stetson came through the door and looked around at the dagger squad, “Well Hell, when you said you got yourself guests Bam, I didn’t realize they’d be this good lookin’!” “Y/N, this is the dagger squad, Nat, Bradley, Jake, Javy, Mickey, and Reuben. Guys this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” “Its nice to finally meet y’all, Bam doesn’t talk much about his Navy friends when he visits. Hell, half of the time we gotta hound him to take leave.” Said Kacey, smacking her son’s shoulders affectionately. They talked for hours catching Y/N up about all of the things the squadron did these last couple of months and his family told embarrassing childhood stories of Bob, who would add details or laugh with the others. Bob would never come out to say it, but this was probably the best leave he’s taken. His Navy family finally met his real family. He was a happy man.

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