#all grown up twosroos

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter 2]

roos says ! yes the gif is rhett abbot, i know, shhhhh. closed proximity? yes. also, protective bob is a new favorite of mine :)

desc: bob's missed probably more than one big event, a dinner and a thunderstorm seem to tell you God-- or just fate wants you to talk it out.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: desc. of past abuse, narcissism, and gaslighting. cursing, mentions of fighting, threats

ao3 link ! previous chapter ! next chapter

Your plan of horse training fell out of your mind as you stood, watching both Molly Floyd and your sister as they toddled around with the horses. And it especially died when Molly called to your sister, “we should get Robby to ride Fuego when he gets here from the store!”

Shit. You were not ready for this. Not now, not ever.

“Ma, I have some laundry and such to do—“ you call across the field where she stands, watching the girls as they feed Fuego apple treats when he does little tricks you’d taught your sister to do with her. She’s now teaching Molly the same ones. You bite your lip before you speak up again, “Can I run home and do that for a bit before coming back later?”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna run Fuego before it gets hot?” Your mom asks, sending you a look. When you meet her eyes with a bugged-out look in them, she huffs, waving you over. Slumping your shoulders, you make a slow walk to where she stands by the fence because you already know what she’s gonna say. She’ll tell you to talk to Robert, then say how much he’s missed you or something along those lines.

“Talk to Robby.” Your mother murmurs, “lord knows he’s missed ya.”

‘Two for two,’ you think bitterly.

“Ma, it’s been like… nine years since he moved away. And it’s been five years since we last spoke in person. We’ve texted like… once every other month, sometimes even longer, since that thanksgiving party when his mom forced us to talk and gave him my number.” You grumble, looking away so your mother can’t see the genuine upset look in your eyes, “I don’t think there’s any more dynamic duo.”

“Yes, there is, you’re just being stubborn. I don’t know what happened between the two of you before he left, but c’mon. You both were twenty the last time you spoke in person, and it was awkward as hell to watch, now you’re both twenty-five.” she sighs, “Get your head out of your ass.”

“My head is nowhere near my ass, excuse you,” you say, but find you want to be like an ostrich in the sand when a beater Chevy pick-up pulls up to the barn with a low rumble and a crack of its missing cylinder. You want to curl in a ball when the engine shuts off, and the door opens, Molly screaming her brother's name as she slips back through the fence.

“Just look at him—“ your mother whispers, idly smacking your shoulder as she slips through the fence to help her horse— Aster, who got his leg stuck in the feed again. 

He wasn’t actually stuck, he just liked to complain until he got help.

So, against the burning in your stomach, you look to see him. And Robert Floyd has changed, drastically. He’s still wearing the same thin wired aviation-style glasses, he doesn’t really need them for anything other than reading and flying— but he’d told you that fateful thanksgiving when he looked relatively the same in his bulky hoodie and jeans, that he liked to wear them because he’d ‘never forget them that way.’ Which wasn’t true because two days later you were shipping them to a Naval postal office in Nevada. 

His hair is much shorter now, no longer at its beautiful shoulder length. You had loved to run your hands through its slight wave, you also loved to braid it or put it up in little ponytails. His scruff was growing in a bit like he was taking an opportunity to not shave now that he was home for a few weeks, and he had a newly healed scar across his lower jaw that still left some bruising by his ear. But other than that, he was still Robert. (Your Robby, you remember calling him as a kid, when you two were actually ‘married’ with Ring Pops you bought from the gas station at the end of the road.)

But one thing stuck out to you, in the summer heat he wore a thin white tee, and you could see every bit of muscle definition he had in store. Sure, he had always had a bit of muscle, and as a more reserved person you only got to see it when you went swimming or boating with him, but now it almost strained the old shirt.

“Hey Mols, Gennie.” He calls, his voice even having changed, losing a bit of its southern drawl. Then, he turns to where he hears your Mom complaining to Aster behind you and catches your eye. He lets out a low whistle that makes a smile crack across your lips subconsciously.

“You’ve aged like a fine wine,” he calls, a bit of his drawl coming back as if it was magically reborn in his throat.

“So have you.” You reply, throat dry. As much as you want to run into his arms and hug him— then slap him for leaving for so long, you feel rooted in your place. There he is, after years of wishing he would come back, and you feel so stupid because you can’t even muster a single word out of your chapstick-covered lips. (The same lips you want to press to his, you think to yourself bitterly as you scowl.)

You look like a damn idiot, you think after a beat of silence. You find yourself praying to God he doesn’t think the same. He shuffles awkwardly, sparing glances between your eyes and your body, before humming to himself.

"What, uh-- what's..." He drawls, before just stopping himself and sighing, slamming the door shut to his truck like it's personally offended him. 

"I've been fine." You pick up on what he's trying to ask instantly, it's just like he's back in high school trying to start a conversation with someone new again, "I went to college for Equestrian studies, in Savannah, and then I came back home. I live in that little cabin on the property, like a little apartment. My mom and I fixed it up after December."

You didn't need to tell him why December was important, he wasn't there. He’d also never met your ex-boyfriend. Bob would’ve known immediately Mike was gonna be a douche. You wished he’d been there to help you, secretly,

You find it hard to keep your lips shut when he shifts, his arms flexing— and the only thing you can think of is how he’d probably be able to knock Mike out with one hit.

Bob stammers, “What-- uh. What do you do now?"

"I run a horse sanctuary and training facility about a half-hour to the coast. I help do rehab, run events, and do private barrel racing and show lessons for kids." You explain, "I also do equine therapy for kids, we're doing a thing with the Air Force next month for retired veterans. Uhm." You shuffle on your feet, "what about you?"

He leans his arms on the fence, watching as the girls run amuck in the field now, the animals paying them no mind. You remind yourself your next project is making that cow section your mom wanted to use for dairy. Bob talking pulls you out of thought, “That's nicer than what I’m stuck with. I'm a Lieutenant Weapon's System Operator, WSO, with the Navy. I don't fly the plane but I sit in the back and run radars, bombs, and such so the pilot doesn't have to. I just finished an assignment with my squadron at the Naval Air Base in Miramar, at Top Gun. I have to go back for reassignment with them.”

"I don't know what any of that means." You chuckle, moving over to you're on the fence, but a good fifteen or so feet away from him. You knew squadrons, but the knowledge of what a WSO left your brain. Bob always had the military family growing up, not you, so you’d missed out on that knowledge.

"You'll learn," he says like you'll talk to him again after this. Do you want to? You want to tell yourself that you don't, but you know deep down you want to spend every living, breathing moment with Robert Jameson Floyd like you used to. But the silence was washing over you, making everything uncomfortable, so you stand from where you lean and make your way back to the barn, calling over your shoulder as you suddenly find the guts to ride again.

"Welcome home, Floyd."

From behind you, Bob watches you leave, mentally praying he'd never have to see the way you stared at him with some sort of unfinished puppy love in your eyes again. You may have thought it was unrequited, but he knew better. Despite himself, Bob knew he was doing it too. Considering, even with the four different partners he'd taken since leaving home, he'd never gotten over you. You had always been his endgame. Whether he liked it or not, you consumed every moment of his waking thoughts. Every single thing he did, he told himself you'd be proud of. Every single day he lived, breathed, and fought through every shit-filled mission and squadron to survive to see you just once more.

And now that he was just seeing you, it didn't even feel like enough.

He wanted to hold you in his arms, he wanted to kiss you and tuck you to his side and announce you two were finally dating to family, friends, and to his squadron, but who was he kidding? You were no longer as close as you had been, there was no more dynamic duo, no more Bob and Y/n. It was not Bob, Y/n. A pause between you. He'd told himself these three weeks he had in South Carolina were gonna fix everything.

But god, you'd changed.

Either you dyed your hair or spent enough time in the sun to cause it to lighten. Your usual freckles were much deeper now, with a few randomly littered scars to match it. You'd clearly let your hair grow out, considering it fell under your shoulder blades now in two, perfectly done braids-- a new skill as well. He was able to see the distinct changes in your style, new, tighter outfits, and no more makeup to dot your clean skin.

You were stunning, just as you were in high school, but god something felt different. Maybe it had been time, but you looked... better than he remembered from that awkward thanksgiving about five years ago. Even if you'd kept in contact, it was mostly about your younger sisters, family friends, or stupid questions like the color of your cast when you fell out of the tree in his yard and broke your arm. It had been pink the first time, then green, then blue, then white and red because it was almost Christmas. Your mom still had the casts somewhere in your basement, apparently.

He's pulled from his thoughts but the sound of a whinny, turning around to see you lightly stretching atop of your horse he'd only seen maybe three or four times before he'd moved away. He knew it was Fuego, by the dark color of the horse's hair, and he watches as you whistled and clicked in the certain way that sent Fuego tearing along the dirt. She kicked up in puffs as you lead her along a designated path of the right barrel, the left barrel, then the middle one before ripping forward. Molly started cheering, climbing up the fence to get a better look with Genevieve beside her.

"Miss Y/n is so cool!" Molly cheered, waving as you turned Fuego around after her spark ran out and she'd tired. You let her slowly pace back, waving back to Molly once she was in your eyesight, your sister giggling happily as she clapped.

His mom hadn't been kidding when she said you'd gotten really good at barrel racing and other horse-related things. It took everything in him to not say that you were cool, and so so pretty too.

"Miss Y/n's got a big race Friday." Molly informs him, "She's going up against a bunch of people she wants to beat!"

"That's fun," He murmurs, mentally making a note to ask his mom if they should go. Bob, despite being reserved and shy most days, knew you had seen him in every stage of life. Nothing about you made him want to hold back, he wanted to love you, and he hoped-- somehow, you'd see he cared before he had to leave, but he wasn’t sure if that would happen. You had grown since he was gone, and probably had eyes for better guys— like Rooster. Hangman, maybe, if he’d ever get his head out of his ass.

But the squadron had heard his drunken confession of love, and they’d be on their way to his quaint little farm for the biggest fourth of July party in South Carolina— as his mom called it. He had only a few weeks to either make it so you liked him, or to hide you from the squadron.

The time restraint was gonna stress him the fuck out.

...

Your mother had decided to invite Bob and his family over for dinner since your father was still in Jersey helping his brother with his Blueberry harvest as he did every year. the dinner plans were great because you loved his sister and Step-Dad and didn't wanna have more leftovers than you could eat again, but you did not want to see Bob at all. With dirt on your jeans, you stood at the oven, cutting up some turkey for the dinner your mother had prepared.

"Mom!" Genevieve called as soon as your two dogs, a Border Collie named Lieu (for Lieutenant) and a German Shepard named Cappy (for Captain), "The Floyd's are here!"

Your mother turned, setting a dish of shrimp down on the table as an appetizer, considering you both were still cooking, "Let 'em in, hon."

"Is Robby here too?" You asked and your mother nodded, continuing to hum along to Dolly Parton. Turning yourself to the dish in front of you, you continued to cut up the meat without acknowledging the group that had walked in. You knew Bob's family like the back of your hand, the way his mom kicked off her boots at the door, but his Step-Dad, Tom, wore his boots into the kitchen before remembering to take them off every time. His only sibling, Molly, would usually yell 'Daddy! Your boots!' and he'd laugh, saying, 'Thanks, Pumpkin,' before he'd clamber back down the steps to take them off.

"Miss Y/n," Bob's mother, Jenny Floyd-Boseman, said, stepping up to wrap one arm around your shoulder, "This is a beautiful lookin' slice of meat."

"Thanks," you smile softly, "I'm using my Nana's old rub recipe so, I'm kinda hoping my nostalgia didn't make me remember this tasting better than it was."

"This isn't Mikes Nana, right?" Jenny says, stepping back with a wicked look in her eyes. You try to hide your flinch at his name with an easygoing smile.

"Lord no. Asher would kill me if he even thought I was using something from Mike's family." You laugh, Asher was your older brother by only thirteen months, he was currently down in Tennesee running an apple farm with his childhood sweetheart, but he'd be back for the 4th of July party. As would your other younger siblings, twins by the names of Avalon and Gisele.

"Mike was a dirtbag." Tom says, giving you a tight hug, "How're you doing, Mini-Sav?"

He'd always called you Mini-Sav, after your mother Savannah, because you were practically a carbon copy of her. It made you laugh, "I'm doing wonderful Mister Boseman."

"Good." He smiles and plants a kiss on your hairline, before turning to help Molly and Genevieve set plates on the table.

"Need a hand?" A voice calls and you turn to see Bob, chewing on a toothpick idly as he breaks a soft smile across his lips when you make eye contact. You pause, listening to Shania Twain across the speakers in your house. Despite wanting to say no, you feel your mother's burning gaze into your back so you nod, pushing the uncut but of steak towards him.

"Cut it into slices as I have." You explain, "It just makes it easier for the girls to cut."

He nods, and you both work in silence, you humming along to 'You're Still The One' and trying not to think about how desperately you want to kiss the man next to you. He works silently, occasionally pushing his glasses up, and before you know it everything is cut and ready to be set on the table to eat.

You end up taking the head of one side, Bob taking the other as you all idly pass around food and the table is full of dull conversation about neighborhood gossip Savannah and Jenny had heard, or what Molly and Genevieve are doing in their classes. Kenny Chesny fills your ears as you tune it all out for a while, thinking about the certain lessons you need to run tomorrow for training when Tom's tapping the table in front of your to grab your attention.

"Sorry," You flush as you swallow your steak and sit back from your slightly hunched position, "I was in teacher mode."

"That's alright, Love." He laughs, "I was askin' if you ever heard back from Mike's sister, Shannon right?"

"Yeah." You admit, rolling your wrist, the same one your ex had slammed into a gate, taking you out of racing for months, "So, apparently she's in Texas now with Mike. Apparently, their brother's roommate came home from the Navy last night and chewed him out. I think they got into a physical fight over it, Shannon sent me pictures of his nose asking if it was broken. It was crooked so..." You snort, "Jake did a number on him. Better than Dad did."

You see Bob shift, a curious look in his eyes at the mention of Jake. You didn't know if he knew Seresin, but he might've because Jake was also in the Navy.

Your mother smiles, "Jake was an angel the one time Shannon and Chris brought him up here. Do you happen to know him, Robby? Jake Seresin?"

"Yeah, he's Hangman." Bob says like that makes sense to you, "He's the one who saved Rooster and Mav's asses--" You blink at him cursing, which makes him flush, "sorry, lives."

"Those girls have heard worse." Your mother laughs, "I'm glad the Navy's brought you a bit out of your shell."

"Yeah." Bob smiles softly, stabbing his green beans. You pretend to not notice the way he's gotten a bit tense since Mike was brought up.

"I'd beat an abuser too, it's kinda sad Jake beat me to it." Tom jokes, but the way his eyes shift to your wrist and then your shoulder, you know he's not joking. Tom, who'd become your pseudo uncle in the six years you'd known him, had been more upset than your own parents (even though they were livid, Tom was on another level) when you'd finally broke the news of Mike's narcissistic and abusive patterns to them. 

"Wait--" Bob coughs with a certain look in his eyes you can't catch because he's tensing his shoulders which makes the flex-- and god he could kill you with those hands, "Who is Mike? I, sorry, if it's not any of my business it's okay."

"No, you should know." You huff, setting your fork down as you brush a hand through your hair. You don't really wanna tell Bob, but you can tell by the way his gaze is fiery that he'll probably just call Jake and ask if you don't tell him. He always was able to find out all your secrets, even if you'd never spilled a word. Bob knew you better than you knew yourself and if he was this upset you couldn't even imagine how he'd react when you told the full story. Though, that was for another day.

"About two years, I started dating a guy-- Micheal Lees. He was everything I'd wanted, smart, shy, gentle, but still tough and able to stand up for me." You cough when you realize you're describing Bob, "But he started getting just... awful around last May. He was just... ugh, I don't even know how to explain it. He was cheating on me constantly but would gaslight me into thinking it was my fault. I walked on eggshells for eight months until I realized he was stealing from me-- as soon as I knew I told Tom and Jenny."

Bob is practically seething across from you.

"I got out of it in December, which is when I refurbished the cabin in the back to live in. He stole pretty much all my money and possessions, so I got in contact with his sister Shannon and brother Chris. They helped me get back what I could, and we filed a police report and all that together." You sigh, "When I was moving into the cabin, Chris, Shannon, and Jake-- Chris's roommate, drove all my stolen stuff from Texas to here. And, that was... two months ago? Jake had to leave early though because he had a deployment in California. And that's really it."

The table falls silent for a few moments, the only sound being people's forks moving on the plates and drinks being picked up and set down before Bob takes a deep breath.

"If I ever see Mike, I'll fucking kill him." He grits out and you nearly choke at either the growl in his voice or at the genuine sincerity behind the threat. You'd always been the assertive and aggressive one growing up, but there was sweet little bookworm and volunteer Bob, who'd catch spiders and flies in cups to let them out outside, saying he'd genuinely kill someone. 

Molly spilling her water takes the moment away though. You stand to grab paper towels as you shake off the feeling of dread in your gut. As you bring the paper towels to Molly, letting her help you clean up her mess, you catch Bob's eye. He's watching you, his mother murmuring something to him (probably part of the story you hadn't told), and for once you feel tiny in his baby-eyed gaze.

...

After dinner, Jenny insists on cleaning up with Tom, so you're left to your devices. You decide since you can hear thunder in the distance, to go lock up the barn. You get the goats and cows in pretty easy using Lieu as a herding dog-- which she was bred to do. You work her, watching as she gets the cows in with a little bit of a fight until lightning begins flickering across the clouds.

"C'mon, Lieu!" You shout, whistling as she finally nips the last calf to get her in the barn. You lock the door, leaning to the side to pull it shut as you drop some feed in as a makeshift treat for the cows as thanks for getting in with as little trouble as possible. The horses go in easy enough, but you notice, as you guide Lieu back to the house along a wooded trail that some of the chickens are still out. You huff, walking to their little pen when you see Cappy run straight past you-- the Shepard snarling as he chases something away.

"Captain!" Bob shouts, huffing as he runs up beside you. You laugh softly at his exasperated expression, surprised he'd been able to keep up with the dog for so long. It was a decently long run from your house to the chicken coop.

"Captain'll take care of the chickens." You inform him, leaning over to ring the bell that informed the chickens to come back to the coop.

"She was chasing a coyote, that's what I'm worried about." He stays, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. You huff, letting out a low whistle for a long moment before clicking-- a similar call to what you'd done to Fuego earlier. You're still ringing the bell as you count the chickens. Eventually, Captain does come back, nudging a few chicks along with her nose. 

"See?" You tease Bob, trying to push past the awkward feeling in your gut, "Told ya she'd be fine."

He laughs, wiping beading sweat from his forehead as you help Captain get the rest of the chicks into the coop. As you lock the gate, you give both Captain and Lieu treats, letting them annoy Bob for ones he doesn't have. He laughs at them, giving them both kisses on the head instead, which they accept, as they start to march away. You cross your arms, feeling the air beginning to cool as a breeze whips the trees. You look up, dark clouds beginning to cover the sky above you, and that's when it starts to pour. You curse, whistling for Lieu and Captain as you grab Bob's sleeve, trying to run to the house which is a half acre away.

"It's too far!" He shouts, pulling you back. You slip on the newly accumulating mud and he manages to catch you, his glasses falling off in the process. You drop down, grabbing them as you spin.

"The barn!" You shout instead, it was much closer, but still a bit of a run, and you both look at each other before taking off for the barn after a beat. He manages to keep up with you-- better than he used to, and Captain and Lieu keep at your heels and you run. It takes the both of you to slam the door open and shut against the wind, but once everyone's inside and accounted for you huff, handing Bob back his glasses with a soft sorry as you pull your phone out to text your mom and tell her you'd both taken shelter in the barn and would probably wait out the storm since it was supposed to only be an hour or so long.

Then, you realize, the barn is full of animals except for Bob. Now you wished you'd run back to the house instead of coming here.

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[callmemana]

Robert Bob Floyd fanfics: 1

Key: smut - 🌸/ fluff - 🦋 / angst - ☂️/ personal favorite - 👓/

A Floyd’s Family Christmas @footprintsinthesxnd 🦋👓

A Sky Full Of Glow In The Dark Stars @jupitercomet 🦋👓

After The Gala @mrsjaderogers 🦋👓

All Grown Up @twosroos 🦋☂️👓

Baby On Board @topguncortez 🦋☂️👓

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Callsign: Turducken, A Fall Story @demxters 🦋👓

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Country!Bob @thedaredevilsgirl 🌸🦋☂️👓

Close @withahappyrefrain 🌸👓

Clover Club @ohtobeleah 🦋☂️👓

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“I’ve Never Seen Them Stand Up That Quick” @jungle-angel 🦋👓

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Love Through The Pages @footprintsinthesxnd 🌸

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[twosroos]

all grown up [ch. 8]

roos says ! first writing posted since moving into my dormmmm :D!! im very excited. anyway, hope u guys enjoyyy and pleaseeee leave feedback i love reading what people think >:)! (pls someone find me more bob gifs i feel bad having to use rhett-- and a soft reminder that reblogs mean more than likes!)

desc: the dagger squad being at the house starts to shake things up, especially for you and your siblings. Partly because they think you still hate Bob, but mostly because they're just worried about you.

fluff, a bit angsty?

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, natasha "phoenix" trace

TWs: alcohol, cursing, mentions of past relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

Drinks are being passed around, your hands growing sore from pouring various bottles and grabbing cups in the mini-bar in the pool deck area. Avalon and Gisele help you by passing out the drinks to everyone, while Asher stays back because of his body’s inability to process alcohol. He eagerly takes a mocktail from you, though. In the back of your mind, you remember the day you'd found out about your brother's alcohol intolerance. He'd gotten extremely sick on his twenty-first. Though the both of you had been going drink-to-drink all night, you assumed he had too much. 

Then he started to have severe chest pains, you could feel his quick heavy heartbeat against his shirt and see it in his throat, he was pale, flushed, and clammy all at the same time. Too ad onto that, for a few minutes he couldn't breathe or see properly, and then he passed out slumped on your then seventeen-year-old shoulder. 

Yeah. It had been an interesting night.

Asher looks across the yard, murmuring something to his boyfriend-- Robyn, as he stares at Bob. Robyn hummed, smacking Asher's shoulder as he whispered, "It's been a decade, Ash. Maybe he's changed."

Asher gave an unimpressed shrug and you huffed, fishing a bottle of Tito's out from your mother's hands as you whipped around and tried to ignore your siblings. Even if you owed them an explanation, you weren't sure how ready you were to give one. To distract yourself, you quickly mix up a drink for Bob, Tito’s Lemonade. Something you'd noticed was his favorite. Dodging a stare from Gisele, you walk over and hand the cup to Bob, the Tito's still in hand.

"You make the best drinks," He smiles, a hand coming up to hold your arm as he says it. 

"And you're already tipsy." You hum, tilting the bottle to top off his drink a bit more as a joke.

Bob goes to open his mouth, the words, "On you" leaving before PHoenix wolf whistles and you hear Fanboy snort, watching as Molly sticks her tongue out to Phoenix (who does it back) before speaking.

“Little Robert’s drinking alcohol!” Phoenix grins from where she lounges with her drink. She lifts her sunglasses and squints as if trying to get a better look from her spot only a few feet away from Bob and Fanboy. 

Rooster, who's next to her, laughs along, a small smile as he speaks, “for real?”

“He’s always had alcohol?” You muse as you hand the Tito's to Avalon, so she can bring the bottle to your mom. The sliding door squeaks as Penny slips out, pushing Maverick and grinning at him when he sends her a look of 'what the fuck was that for?' Penny comes over to where you're standing, her hand balancing a bowl against her hip.

"He never takes anything to drink when he's at The Hard Deck." She hums and Bob huffs out a small laugh, adjusting his glasses as he looks up at you before casting his gaze slowly across the yard until he settles back on your frame. Molly curls against his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she happily accepts a drink from Avalon, a virgin martini in a small travel mug.

"I drank too much in high school." Bob laments, his accent coming out a bit thicker with the alcohol in his chest, "My mom found out the day I left for Bootcamp and her Hennessy was empty. She made me promise to stop drinking, so I did... at least until I turned twenty-one and it was legal to do. It's just a weird habit for me now to not drink anything. God, I swear working out more made me into a lightweight."

"You were al-co-mol-hall-tic," Molly says, thinking she's being matter-of-fact, but when the pilots start to giggle her face falls until Bob tells her the right pronunciation and she groans as she hides her face and kicks her foot out to splash Fanboy.

"Molly!" Genevieve whines from where your mother sits with her on a raft by Sarah and Ice, who sit on the edge of the pool next to Carole and Goose, MAverick joining them with a few different cups of various drinks he hands out.

"What, Gen?" Molly perks up.

"No roughhousing before dinner," Genevieve huffs, and in a perfect replica of her mother's voice she shouts, "It's bad for your digestion!"

"My digestion is too strong." Molly declares, crossing her arms, and Bob takes a chance to hand you his cup before he moves forward with Molly in one arm and she shrieks as he manages to grab her by the waist and chuck her up, sending her splashing the older adults on the other side of the pool.

"That was cruel!" Carole laughs, watching as Molly lights up.

"Again!" She screams, and Genevieve's sliding off the raft she's on, declaring it should be her turn instead. You hear the sliding door open, and glance over to see Jenny exiting the doorway with stacks of plates and such in her hands.

"Dinner's ready, guys! Hamburgers, chicken, hot dogs... and roasted veggies! We also have a bunch of chips and such!" Tom calls from where he's standing by the grill, and slowly people begin to make their way out of the pool. Bob gets one more throw of each kid in, Goose declaring he was gonna swim over and knock him out, which Maverick said was a terrible idea. As you walk back over to the bar, your mother catches your gaze and waves you over. 

"I'm worried about your siblings and Rob." she whispers once you're in earshot, "Asher and Gisele are really mad at him, hon. Any reason why?"

"The last time I talked to them about Bob was right after he'd left for boot camp." You sigh, crossing your arms, "So they kinda hate him for me."

"But you don't hate him anymore?"

"Yeah, but the twins and Asher don't know we had a sort of heart-to-heart." You look over at your brother, watching as he kind of purposefully walks the long way through your yard so he doesn't have to be near Bob. Your chest tightens, blood boiling your skin in something akin to protectiveness.

"Okay. Let me know if I need to talk to sense into any of 'em." Your mom smiles, squeezing your arm, before leaving to go get food. Now that no one else is around, you make yourself a drink and tell yourself to keep calm and try your hardest to not want to kill everyone in your general vicinity. The alcohol will take the edge off, or so you hope.

"Hey," Halo's head pops around the little fence separating the bar from the rest of the pool area, and you glance up as you finish off adding some margarita mix to your tequila, scotch, whiskey, and basically every type of alcohol possible. It wasn't a coping mechanism, you swore to yourself, except it definitely was.

"Do you have any vegetarian stuff?" she asks and you hum, setting the Don Julio bottle back in its holder as you grab your drink and make your way over to where she anxiously rocks from foot to foot in her flip-flops and full body neon green bathing suit. It made her look super tan.

"Avalon doesn't eat red meat, so we might have some Beyond Burgers? Those plant-based ones?" You say, guiding her over to your house and letting her inside, "How long have you been vegetarian?"

"Since I was... nineteen? I got that red meat allergy from Lymes, so I just decided to become vegetarian because I had always wanted to. I would be vegan, but considering food in the Navy is limited I'd have to wait a long time before I could do that." She explains as you both enter the kitchen. Halo pauses by the table while you walk to the freezer and pop it open.

"Do you guys do those... what are they called, oh! MRE's! Do you guys have vegetarian ones?" You ask as you bend down and begin rummaging through various boxes and other assorted items. Your mom must've driven to Publix or Kroger because your local mom-and-pop grocer didn't have all of this stuff.

"Some are vegetarian-ish. But, not many that I've seen have been fully vegetarian. Maybe I missed 'em." She chuckles and then claps when you stand up with a box of plant-based burgers in hand.

"I'll have Tom throw these on the grill for you," You smile, and Halo nods.

"Thanks, and tell him I say thanks too! Isn't he Bob's dad?" Halo asks as you rip two out of the box and toss the box back in the freezer. As you hip bump it closed and carry the burgers in their plastic over to the backyard, you look back.

"Bob's stepdad." You muse and she nods, before quickly slipping out of the door and calling over to Tom with a grin. You look across the yard, eyes bouncing from group to group as they eat. Eventually, your eyes settle on Avalon and Gisele, who sit across from Aspen and Robyn. The look you're given by your brother makes you realize that, at some point, you'd have to have this conversation with them anyway. 

Tom sets a plate Jenny made up for you in your hands and ushers you over, that all-knowing look in his eyes. It was something the majority of the adults in your life shared, an insane amount of observance.

You end up settling between Avalon and Robyn, knowing the two had purposefully left a seat open in that spot so they could act as buffers for you against your siblings. You secretly appreciate the sentiment.

"So." Aspen starts, "What's with Rob?"

You sigh, "Straight for it, huh?"

"We wanna know," Gisele sighs, "You're all over him, practically."

"That's a bit dramatic." Robyn hums, shoving fries in his mouth, Gisele sends a glare at him. You scoff, grabbing your drink and taking a long swig as you try to keep your face steeled against the strength of the alcohol in it. You probably should've made a normal martini instead.

"Well, he came back a couple of days ago. I was pissed he was here because I thought I hated him. I was mad at him for the shit he pulled before leaving for Bootcamp, as anyone would be. We got stuck in a storm and had an argument that led to us both being in tears, so I think we kinda worked it out." You explain, "I've spent time catching him up on things, and he's opened his heart to me about things he's gone through and such. We clicked back together and suddenly it's like... I dunno, I can breathe right again. He fits like a missing puzzle piece in this family and I knew that there was no way for me to completely avoid him... no matter how much I wanted to. And I'm glad I gave him a second chance."

Avalon pats your back twice, giving you a soft smile as she looks across the table at Aspen, "I'm glad you both could stop being mad at each other. You hadn't been the same after Rob left for camp, always so snippy and angry. It faded a bit when you went to college and made more friends there, but now I feel like you're finally coming back to us fully."

"Yeah," Gisele nods, "I agree with Av. Seeing you mix up drinks, laughing with the pilots... that wouldn't have happened eight years ago."

"That wouldn't have happened last year," Aspen butts in after taking a swig of his bet, "I'm just weary about you jumping back into a relationship."

"Especially after Mike," Gisele mumbles, a hand coming up to block the chips she's shoveled into her mouth. Robyn hums in agreeance, washing down his burger with what you think is just a normal soda. Next to you, Avalon nods as she folds her hands under her chin. Darting your eyes away from her, you watch across the table as Aspen pushes his salad around before he meets your eyes and speaks.

"Yeah, especially because Mike's back. Chris told me he got a job in Myrtle as a contractor. He's living in a hotel there when he has to work, and coming back home when he's off for more than a few days. Y/n, there's a high chance Mike will be at the party."

"Who cares?" You huff out a laugh, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your gut or the way you suddenly feel a chill in the air, "If he even comes within ten feet of this party, someone is gonna knock him on his ass."

"And that's not what I meant about Mike," Gisele sighs as she picks up her drink and swirls it, a nervous happy you remember her doing since she was young, "You know how hard it was with Mike when he was away. He was only a few hours away, at most, and you could always call him or text him if you missed him. With Robby, you’re not gonna know what he's doing half the time when he’s days, even weeks, away from you. The Navy may only allot him like ten minutes to call, and that would be generous. You might have to stick to just emails. Y/n, I don't want to see your heart broken again.”

You look over to the pilots, watching as Hangman's blindfolded in front of the dartboard. Jenny is betting something while Tom shakes his head, and you can tell Hangman's gloating by the way Phoenix playfully shoves him to disorient him and Fanboy and Payback try to convince your mom to not make a bet on whatever's about to happen. Bob's watching, arms crossed over his bare chest as he leans over to your mom with some sort of explanation and she laughs. 

"You've got the lovesick look, honey," Robyn hums, squeezing your shoulder, "Asher's told me he's afraid you'll be hurt, just like the rest of your siblings. But also, I know that they'd want you to be happy no matter what."

"Maybe wait a bit," Avalon hums, "That's what I had to do with Hannah. Now she's working towards being an admiral. We're praying that she'll get a station to stay at before we get married."

"Maybe." You hum internalizing what your siblings (plus Robyn) had said. It was all true. Mike was an asshole, and you'd been hurt by him for months (even before the split), and even if you knew you probably should wait for this relationship it was so exciting to feel like you were in love again. You felt every rushing emotion from high school throwing itself in your chest again, and when you look over again after sliding your plate away, it's no surprise to see Bob watching you.

What you would give to let yourself just fall into his arms. But it was too late, you'd promised you wouldn't go there. Now, you knew if you fell you'd never get back up. And that was absolutely terrifying. But you steel your heart, lock it up and throw away the key, so you can stand and walk over to his giddy smile as Hangman (after being spun around) narrowly misses a bullseye.

"That near bullseye was bullshit." Maverick announces and the pilots laugh, and you gaze across the yard to see your sisters, escorting Amelia around. The three girls are currently talking to Halo, Omaha, Harvard, Yale, and Payback at a table near the darts. Next to them sits Ice and Goose, who watch as Sarah and Carole attempt cornhole. Your mom and Jenny watch from the other team, throwing out tips, while Tom carries stuff inside with help from your siblings.

You glance back over when Maverick slaps a ten-dollar bill in Hangman's hand and cuffs his shoulder with a headshake as he makes his way over to where Penny sits off to the side with Phoenix, Coyote, and Fanboy. And when Hangman offers for someone else to play while he goes back in the pool, Bob meets your eyes.

"No." You immediately say and the party, or those who heard, start to laugh.

"Come on!" Bob shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. You squeal, laughing as you fall against him and he smiles into the skin on your neck. He smells like pine and cinnamon, it makes you want to kiss him even more.

"One game, for me?" he begs, giving you puppy dog eyes that make you sigh dramatically before you nod.

"One game of darts." You declare and he cheers, untangling his arm from your waist to grab your hand and pull you over with him. 

An hour, and maybe five games of darts and two drinks later, you find yourself settled in the pool. Bob had left to show most people where they'd be sleeping for the next few days, and now you sat with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote in the pool as most everyone else had gone inside. It was super late now, nearing midnight, and though you knew you should be heading to bed since you had to be up at four, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel tired.

"So." Phoenix kicks her raft off the side of the pool and you look over as she drifts towards where you float aimlessly in your floaty.

"Hm?" You look over from where Coyote was showing you pictures of his baby cousin on his phone, his legs kicking idly in the water as he sat on the ledge next to Fanboy's raft.

"Bob?" She says and you give her a look, so she continues, "You have to have a crush on him or something."

"Oh please say you do, I've never seen him look at someone like that, not even Talia." Fanboy awes and you give an odd look.

"Who's Talia?" You ask and Coyote kicks Fanboy's raft, sending him drifting to the other side of the pool.

"No one important, she's his ex." Coyote quickly covers, but the way he stares over at Fanboy tells you something different. With a soft splash, Fanboy quickly dips into the water and then out of the pool. That alone tells you there's a lot more to the story.

"Talia," Phoenix hooks her leg onto the pole of the steps, just like you were doing, so she could stay near the conversation, "is a fucking bitch. It's not our place to tell what went down between them but if you need to know anything, just know that when Bob got hurt she didn't even ask anyone if he was okay. Never, not once."

You think back to the look in Bob's eyes when you'd told him about Mike, and note not only the protective look in it but the way he'd also seemed upset. You'd assumed it was a side effect of the anger, but maybe it was something else entirely.

"He doesn't talk about her. I think he kinda forced himself to forget her after the accident, but that's not important." Coyote waves a hand, "Why won't you make a move on Robby there?"

"For one, it's none of your business, but this stays between us. I'm worried that if I do those things, open my heart to him, and be vulnerable like that... something will happen. He'll get hurt or something. Being a pilot, even a WSO, is dangerous. I don't know if I'm able to be so open like that again." You sigh gently, tapping your feet along the edge of the pool, "He was my best friend for years, I can't lose him. It's selfish but I can't. Especially if we become more."

"Being in love with Navy is hard." Phoenix sighs, "but you and Rob have something special, I can see it. I'm not gonna push you towards him, hoping you'll fall in love but I don't know if It'll be as bad as you think it will be."

"I might just wait." You announce, eyes staring up to the stars. After maybe another half hour of pointless talking, Coyote announces he's off to bed, and you decide to get out too. Before you can fully leave though, Phoenix stops you, and what she says stays in your head for the rest of the night.

"I promise you, he loves you. It won't be a mistake."

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All Grown Up [ch. 9]

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desc: Bob drops by for a late night conversation, and the next morning he follows you. The Rodeo also begins.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: drunkenness

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You'd only really had time to wash your face and brush your teeth before there were knocks on the door to your house. Carole had opened it, graciously, inviting a very tired Bob in from the dark. By the time you'd made it downstairs, Bob was telling Carole in a soft voice that she was fine while Carole insisted on something else. Using your phone's flashlight you made your way down the ladder that led to your loft and turned to the two.

"What's goin' on?" You asked, trying not to sway on your feet from the amount of liquor in your system.

"I forgot to give myself a place to sleep." Bob flushes, "The basement isn't cleaned out yet, so I can't sleep there. I was gonna steal your couch but the Bradshaw's are usin' it."

"I can move to that little chair, hon!" Carole messes with the little half-finished crochet bunny in her hands, trying to hook her crocheting needle on something, "I'm small enough."

"No, it's fine Carole. I'll bring Bob up to my room. We grew up sleepin' in the same bed, it won't be weird or anything." You laugh softly, and Carole nods. She bids a soft goodnight to the two of you before she walks over to sit on your plush couch as you grab Bob's arm and bring him over to the ladder.

"You climb this all the time?" Bob laments, and you snort, pushing him.

"Aren't you in the Navy? Come on, or is it too hard for you?" You tease as you grip the ladder and hoist yourself up. It's a bit hard considering you feel tipsy and giggly. You eventually make it up and plop down on the little overhang.

"No, I'm just surprised you don't have stairs!" Bob defends himself in a whispered shout, and you roll your eyes as he takes his turn to climb up too.

"Haven't had time to map them out yet. Which is why, when you go into my room, watch your left side. I've got boxes stacked with knick-knacks and stuff." You explain as he comes up next to you, so you pop back up onto your feet and wave him over to you. There's a small sliding door you open and walk Bob into your hayloft-turned-bedroom loft as you explain your plan to have stairs that also act like shelves for all your pictures, knick-knacks, and such. Bob listens to you ramble as you fall back on your bed, hands lifting to point around your room at various posters, plants, and pictures.

"It's nice up here." He murmurs, and you laugh, curling up in the various blankets tucked up on your bed, the fan blowing on you with the addition of the already cold air conditioning.

"It took a lot of hard work, but it's home." You mumble as you tuck into the blankets, kicking a leg out so a stuffed animal flicks off your bed and hits him. He pauses, laughing softly, before tugging off the Navy sweater he wore. An idea popped into your head with the thought of the spare sweater he'd given you a few days ago. You shoved it aside for now.

You roll onto your stomach, watching as Bob carefully tucks himself into the blankets and pulls off his glasses to set them on the windowsill above his head. You murmur in a low voice, "Where did everyone end up? I know the Kazansky's are in Asher's old room."

"Payback and Fanboy took your bed, with Coyote and Hangman on air mattresses on the floor. Don't ask me how we squeezed them in, I'm still surprised. Amelia, Halo, and Phoenix took Avalon's room since it was the bigger of the twin's rooms. Mav and Penny took Gisele's. Your siblings went with my mom and Tom home, my mom's gonna put the girls in Molly's room, and Avalon and Gisele in my room. No clue where Asher and Robyn will be," He explains, yawning halfway through. 

"That's a lot of people to keep watch of," you say, and he nods with a soft laugh as his eyes bore into yours. The two of you lay there and stare at each other for a few moments before he opens his lips.

"What's on your mind?" He whispers against the chill of the fan running across your skin, "You've been kinda fidgety and spacey."

You sigh heavily and roll through the blankets to be so close to him that you can feel his body heat as his leg brushes against yours under the covers. You pretend to not notice how his face flushes.

"My siblings kinda thought I still was mad at you because the last time I talked about you to them was almost right after you left. They kinda just assumed we weren't on speaking terms anymore." You sigh, "And with Mike being back and my whole meltdown the other day... I've had a lot on my mind that I just kinda don't think of on the regular."

"Mike's not gonna do anything to you," Bob murmurs, his pupils dilating when the two of you make eye contact, "I promise."

"Between you and Jake I don't think he has a chance." You admit, giggling against the soft pillows by your head, "But it still worries me, you know, what he could do if he gets there. Or if he fights back... but, I know I'll be safe. There's a lot more than just Mike I'm thinking of."

"What else is on your mind then?" Bob asks and you smile softly. With exaggerated movement you begin to ramble about your rodeo tomorrow and how it can make you eligible for the NBHA Open. So, you felt like you were competing to go to what you considered the Olympics of Barrel Racing. You told him mostly about your three students competing tomorrow, Elane who was competing for the first time at nine years old, Talya who was just coming back from an injury, and Harper who was also trying to make it into the Open like you were. You told him,

"It's so dumb to be so stressed and terrified of something I could do with my eyes closed! It almost feels irrational, like being afraid of dating again."

Then, Bob confessed something to you.

"I'm terrified of dating again."

It makes you pause, and you cock your head at him. He flushes and waves his hands around.

"Hear me out!" He laughs, turning so he's almost flush against you, and you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath as he sighs, the breath filtering across the bare skin of your chest from where your lowcut tanktop sits.

"I'm hearing." You tease, and he sighs.

"Dating someone in the Navy, or vice versa is a huge commitment. It's worse if you marry them too. You have to give this person all of your trust. You just have to sit there at night knowing they're probably praying that you don’t end up dead somewhere, or that you don’t cheat overseas. You're also praying the same for them, you want to be able to go and help them and hold them but you can't because you're so far away. I've seen so many relationships that would usually thrive, break off and die in the Navy and it's so upsetting. I just can’t imagine having to leave someone behind. Even with my few exes since I left for boot camp, that was always the hardest part."

"Leaving?" You whisper and he nods, and you try to bite back the bitter comment of 'it wasn't hard for you the first time we kissed' that fights its way up. You don't have a real desire to be bitter anymore. When Bob hums back a yes, you sigh softly and almost try to burrow into your pillows a bit more. Your hand comes up to rest by your pillow, and you accidentally, or mostly accidentally, ghost it up his chest, barely touching his skin. He shudders but keeps his eyes locked on yours. 

You're not sure if you had made a mistake, or if your subconscious was asking for more. Your eyes sparkle with the dotted fairy lights hidden in the various decorative objects on your walls as you whisper, "Would you ever do it?"

"As soon as I can get the girl I’m after to trust me, yes. A hundred times over, even if it ends in flames." He flips onto his back slightly, one arm keeping him raised. In the dim light, you can see the scar on his shoulder in the difference in the way his skin looks against the twinkle of lights. You want to kiss him, to pull him down to you and pray that you're the girl he's referring to but bile builds in your throat at the realization that you're probably not that girl. He probably met some sun-kissed bleach blonde babe in Cali. Your heart pounds for a second before you begin to roll over as you spit out,

"I have to be up in a few hours. Night."

And though Bob also says goodnight, you can feel the bitter tone in his voice.

--

You wake up around four, your alarm beeping in your ear, and you quickly slap it to shut it off. After laying in silence and mentally contemplating if you needed to wake up this early, you felt a weight near you. Oh, right, Bob. You shifted to look over, the sun's rays just starting to make the sky a slightly lighter hue and thus making it a bit easier to see. Once the dark focused in your sight, you watched Bob as he tightened his grip on your waist. His lips parted in deep, slow breaths as he laid next to you and hogged most of the blankets. He looked more peaceful than you had ever seen him, not a wrinkle of worry on his face, and you smiled to yourself. 

Once you'd wiggled out of his grasp, you made your way to your closet and grabbed two outfits, the one you'd wear around the carnival and the farm, and another for your ride later tonight. Then, across the room, you found your bathroom door in the dark after almost rolling your ankle on a spare shoe you'd forgotten to tuck away. Slipping into the room, locking the door, and then flicking on the lights, you blinked harshly against the new florescence in your eyes as they adjusted. Leaning down, you grabbed a box labeled 'Rhinestone Cowgirl' in a beautiful calligraphic font and set it on the counter with a huff. 

As your mother would say, "It's time to get dolled up, cowgirl." 

This was a tradition you'd started with your mother when she'd gotten you into riding in college. When you'd gone to your first event, you had a job interview only a few hours later at another barn. Despite your mother's warning, you'd gone with your hair and makeup done, won, and instantly made a name for yourself as 'Rhinestone Cowgirl.' The nickname was because of you wearing a diamond-studded necklace during the event (even though you weren't supposed to.) So, from then on, you'd made it into a tradition to wear makeup and do your hair for rides, which slowly became a sort of selling point for your career. You became a sort of... niche micro-celebrity within the world of barrel racing. 

So, it was time to get dolled up.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Bob was still asleep. Uncharacteristically quiet,you quietly grabbed the tote you'd put all your stuff into the night before and threw it over your shoulder before descending back down the ladder to the main area of your barn-turned-house. Trying your hardest to keep quiet, you slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a little prepacked smoothie out of the fridge. You quietly thanked your past self for making these in advance and popped it open to take a large gulp, before slowly exiting through the side door in the kitchen instead of the one in the living room. You didn't wanna wake anyone up, since there was no specific time to be awake by. The walk to your Mom’s house is as calm as it usually is on an early morning like this, the birds idly whistle as they wake up and you can see a bit more of the sun starting to lighten up the sky’s ink-black color. There’s a slight blue gradient over the trees, and it makes you huff under your breath with a realization that the day has officially begun.

The back door squeaks a small bit as you open it, your mother pausing her humming to look over at you. A pot in her hand is full of eggs, and the pan in her other hand has what you think are the vegetarian patties from the night before. She sets the pot down as she gives you a warm smile.

“Morning Hon.” she says, “need more to eat?”

“I think I’ll survive on my smoothie today, I’m pretty sure one of the moms said she was gonna bring me food as a thank you. Like she does every other rodeo.” you smile softly, thinking of your students as you plop your head between your mom's shoulder blades as she clicks on the stove and you hear the sizzle of the pots as they resume heating up.

“Don’t stop overthinking your show now, darling.” She warns and you groan, stepping back and popping the top off your smoothie to take a large gulp hoping it will calm the nerves you feel gathering in your gut.

“Too late.” You sigh, "I'm just grabbing my truck keys and the barn keys so I can load up the trailer and such."

"Alright." Your mother says, before turning back before you can even take a step towards the door, "Be safe today, okay?"

"I always am, Momma," You snort and she rolls her eyes softly, leaning onto the counter with one hand, the other being placed perfectly on her hip as you lean up to grab the keys beside the door.

"You know I have to say that." She teases, and you laugh, letting her pull you over for a tight hug before she's waving you out to the path. Captain and Lieu both decide to come with, and you trek across the property to the small barn where you know you'll find your horse. You let Fuego out to run around and get herself to wake up, and in the meantime, you grab stuff to wash her off, and some equipment you need for the show. You manage to get Fuego washed and in the trailer before the sun rises, and the sound of second set of boots caused you to look over from where you’re standing.

“Mornin’ Bob.” You call over to him, smiling softly. He walks over slowly, downing the rest of a coffee. 

“What’s the plan for today?” he says and you shrug, turning to him and watching him stop dead in his tracks. He whistles low, and you laugh, brushing your hair back out of your face. His cheeks are red as he walks up to you, a small smile on his face, "Well, damn."

"What? You all bothered?" You smile, setting down the bucket with a slightly overdramatic bend. Just because. It gets the effect you want, Bob's eyes become dinner plates.

"No. I just... you look beautiful." He says bashfully and you flush, stepping forward to adjust his collar.

"I only get dolled up for rodeos, so this is a limited-time view." You smile at him and his hand slowly wraps around your waist. Your hand comes to fall at his chest and a loopy smile appears on his lips as your other hand adjusts your stetson as you whisper, "you look at me like I'm the only girl in the world."

"You are to me," He whispers and your face probably looks like a whole cherry tomato as you cough to try and hide it. He smiles, adjusting his stetson.

"Come on then!" You shout, whistling for Fuego, "Let's see if you can get a barrel mare to take a simple little bath."

"Something about your smile tells me this won't be as easy as you're pretending it is." He gives you an odd look as you hand him the bucket of supplies you'd curated from around the barn. So if he ends up looking way more attractive than he should with suds all down his white shirt… you are happily enjoying the show.

--

"Naomi! Can you help Olivia with her horse, please?" You sigh, looking over at your eldest student. She quickly nods and rushes across the small barn area to one of your youngest as she helps her finish tacking her horse. You look around the temporary stables, absentmindedly shoving a bit more hay towards Fuego until you put away the rake and sigh.

"Miss L/n." a voice calls, and you turn to see Shannon grinning at you.

"Hey!" you smile, rushing over to give her a tight hug, "I hope you're here to give me some good news?"

"Mike shouldn't be at the party, he's got a job on the 5th in Georgia, so he probably won't make it," Shannon says, and though ideally, you would feel a weight lift on your shoulders, it stays in your heart.

"Are you sure?" You ask, and she sighs, running a hand through her dark hair.

"Well... almost. I don't know fully, but there's no way he'd risk his job over a party." She admits, and you huff. Inside, you feel knots making your stomach twist and sick. Bringing a hand to your hat, you readjust it and bite your lip as you look away.

"So he could-"

"Hey! Rhinestone Cowgirl! Come help us with this!" A voice calls from behind you, and you look over to see one of the event organizers waving at you with a sense of urgency.

"I don't have time for this, Shannon. Let me know if he's coming or not. I'm over the dance around." You snap before sharply turning on your heel and slipping into the crowd of workers, rodeo competitors, horses, and other animals. Shannon watches you go with an anxious look but doesn't say anything as she flips a small black box in her hand as your figure gets smaller and smaller as you meet up with some staff members.

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[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter Six]

roos says ! I promise u, we are getting closer to the fun parts. I also am not sorry for the person I become when there's mutual pining. also this gif is so fricken perfect I had to use it-- thank u op.

desc: It's getting harder and harder to keep yourself in check. And maybe alcohol makes it worse, or maybe it's the fact that Bob is just so sweet.

fluff, with a bit of angst in the middle

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: alcohol/drinking, mentions of injury, allusions to fantasized death.

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

"You're not supposed to be home until noon," You spit out through a shaking breath and a shaky laugh. Bob gives you a half smile.

"Uh, I was gonna surprise you at work." He admits, still keeping his arms wrapped around you. You find that it takes everything in you not to gawk at him.

"Why?"

"It was gonna be a tremendous surprise?" He tries, and you snort, bringing a hand to your face to wipe it as you sink further into his touch. If you could, you would burrow into him to hide away from your embarrassment.

"Are we going to keep ending up like this, hugging and crying?" Bob asks after a moment, and you physically cannot stop the smile that breaks your stoic face.

"Seems so, my knight in shining..." You look at his outfit, "Blue jeans?"

Now it's Bob's turn to laugh, leaning forward to tuck his head by your shoulder, and you sniffle as a grin graces your features. Beside you, Shannon stands back up and puts her hands on her hips.

'Well," she starts, "I've gotta head back so I'll be on time for work today. You both stay safe, alright? Y/n, your boss said it's okay if you go home today."

"Oh, okay," You turn so you can see Shannon as she grabs her car keys, "Thanks for coming out, Shan."

"Of course. I'll see you in July, Y/n." Shannon grins as she starts towards the door, "see you later, Bob!"

"It was nice to meet you, Shannon!" He calls as she ducks out the door with a wave of her hand, leaving you and Bob sitting on the floor in your office. You both sit still for a while before you get a random idea.

"Wanna swim?"

Both of you end up in your pool, Bob lazing in the cool water as the sun beats down in South Carolina. Sunscreen creates a visibly oily sheen across the surface of the water that ripples in the sunlight. While Bob has already sunken into the pool, a sunscreen half washed off his skin while you're only just making it outside. You adjust your sunglasses as you waltz out with one of the newest bikinis you own on your body. It's modest, high-waisted with a thick bandeau top, but it hugs you in all the perfect spots. Though you mostly wear it because it's comfortable, and if you end up tanning, you hope it will fix the slight farmer tan you're noticing on your arms. A case of unopened beer cans that Bob had grabbed on the way to your home sits in the shadow of the pool umbrella, and you bend down to pick it up while Bob turns to look at you. You feel his gaze heavy on you, so you glance over your sunglasses to see his lips slightly gaped as his eyes stare at something below yours. With a snort, you crack open a beer and hand it to him while you grab another from the pack as you step onto the steps leading into your pool.

"You'll catch flies with your lips parted like that, Robby." You tease, sitting in the sun on the step next to him. He brings his beer to his lips, watching as you crack open yours and take a sip.

"I..." The words die in his throat, making you laugh as you give him a tilted head grin.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" He exclaims, eyes widening more, if it was possible, "I just... never really see you in much other than blue jeans and a shirt."

You laugh, "Did you forget I have a feminine figure, Rob?"

"I..." He contemplated what he was planning to say for a few seconds before speaking a bit softer, "I guess it's just been a long time since I've seen it."

"Am I getting you bothered?" You say before realizing you should probably censor yourself, considering your mom is in the kitchen making dinner. He scoffs instead, taking another long sip of his drink. You do the same. Once finished, you set your can down and slide until you're off the steps and into the water. The sun's warmed your pool to the perfect temperature, so you dip under the water when your face feels hot, hoping to cool it off. You assume it's from the sun, or maybe you're more of a lightweight than you remember.

When you come up for air, you drag your hands through your hair and float to the wall beside Bob in the shade. Coming to relax with your arms on the wall, you smile at him and lift one hand to absentmindedly run your hand along his scar.

"Are you trying to?" He questions and you blink up at him, watching as he adjusts his glasses so they don't slide off his nose from the inelegant position he cranes his neck down into.

"Not really." You concede, dropping your hand to rest on the concrete by your head again, "I'm just still so astonished little quiet Robby turned into a Naval Aviator who shoots guns and drops bombs and... I don't know. I guess I always knew you had a fire in you, but I never really saw it."

"It's a lot." Bob states, sinking into the water so he can rest his head back on the wall, "I almost dropped out of training five or six times from start to graduation. I'm glad I stuck it through though, I've gotten to meet and work with so many amazing, awe-inspiring people from it."

Your eyes drag to the scar on his shoulder again, then up to the one by his jaw, "Is it worth it? The scars and the terror?"

"Kind of, it always feels good to pull off a mission." He says and you hum, finishing off one can of beer easier than you intend to. The two of you sit in silence for a long time, the soft chirp of the chicks in the far-off coop and the muted sound of your mother's 80s music through one of the upstairs windows being your only company. The alcohol hits you slowly, enough to buzz your thoughts, and you think to yourself: what if there was a day, like in movies, where the officers in their stark uniforms showed up at your door? What if you had to host a funeral for your childhood best friend? Your eyes burn into his scar as you imagine him never coming home from that mission. And you realize it genuinely scares you; it strikes something in your heart that cries, so you find yourself sitting up with drunk discretions.

"Can you make me a stupid promise?"

"Depends on how stupid it is." He chides, and you roll your eyes as he sits up so you both can be face to face without having to be at any more awkward angles.

"Can you promise me you'll always come home? Robby, I just got you back, for real, and I don't know if I'm willing to lose you again." You whisper, "We've clicked back together like puzzle pieces, and I don't know what I'd do with myself if you... well, y'know."

Bob's quiet for a while, his eyes scanning you before his hands are lifted from the water to pull you close. You gratefully accept the hug, burying your face in his skin, soaking in the warmth that tells you he's living. 

"I'll always come home to you." He says after giving you a silent moment to soak in the hug, "I always will."

"Please try not to break this one. Tell Phoenix too." You grumble and he laughs, letting one arm drop to grab his beer as your turn, curling against his side. You slot there so naturally just like you always had as a teen.

"I'm sure she'd agree with you." He tilts his head to the side and your noses bump, you blink and feel the heat from before returning to your cheeks as your face flushes bright red. You can see it on his skin too, and you swallow. His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes, then back down, and you find yourself leaning in a bit closer. You can feel his breath on your skin and you let a sly grin slip its way onto your face, watching his cheeks grow redder. You slide a hand up his arm to his shoulder, resting it there as his eyelids flutter at you and his teeth scrape his lip. There's some sort of unspoken conversation in your eyes, permission being asked, and you dip forward to connect. But it never happens.

"Y/n! Rob! Dinner!" Your mom calls from the window, and you both sharply pull apart. There's a beat where you maintain eye contact before he turns, and you stand to follow him out of the pool. Once you start to dry yourself off, you make your way over to the patio, where your mom has set up a nice spread of food to eat. When you look back at Bob, you see him wave as his Mom and Step-Dad walk over from where they'd parked their car, and you sigh, turning back towards your mother as she gives you an all-knowing smile. You pout at her and take your place on the couch, ready to stuff your face full.

--

You don't see Bob the next morning, considering Molly forced him to have a 'tea party sleepover' or something with her. After dinner. It's fine with you because you desperately need sleep and you know if you spend any more time around Bob without a chance to clear your mind you'll be doing other things than sleeping.

You end up spending less time teaching on Thursday than you mean to and when you get home, no one is around, so you take the free time you have before dinner to practice. Fuego is practically bursting out of her pen by the time you get there to let her out and bring her into the small section where you usually bathe and tack her. Immediately, find it hard to tack her up without her getting impatient or trying to run off to go run somewhere on her own, and even if you do find it funny, it's also super fricken annoying. You lead her to the section you'd made for practicing and mount. The second you get on her saddle, one you'd customized after realizing you wanted to barrel race for real, she's bucking around and flinging her head. It takes a bit of fighting to get her to relax, but if Fuego is anything, she's loyal.

"Alright, girl." You say to her, "You ready to run?"

She starts thrashing out of excitement, but she holds back, waiting for the crack of your reins and the whistle you'll let out. You go to start but hesitate when you hear random voices approaching, but it's not enough to make you stop.

"Fuego!" You shout and then whistle, and she takes off. You round the first barrel with ease, and she runs a little slow to the second, her turn around the third knocks the barrel but doesn't make it fall, and her straightaway run is as perfect as it usually is. Once you get her to calm, knowing her first run is always a bit messy, you bring her through again, this time making sure to feel the path as she runs it. You feel better about the run, and fish a treat out of your pocket as a reward for doing well, when you hear someone wolf whistle. Fuego snorts.

"Bob wasn't lying when he said you were a glass of water." The voice says and you turn your head, hand coming to the brim of your cowboy hat as you adjust it so it actually blocks all the sun from your eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" You ask, looking at the man who leans on the fence, he laughs waving a hand.

"No real flirts here, don't worry." He grins up at you, aviators reflecting the sun a bit as he tilts his head up, "Bradley. Rooster, he's probably called me."

"He has." You say, "You wanna keep bothering my practice, or will you shut up and watch quietly?"

"I'll shut up, Ma'am." He salutes you and you roll your eyes, bringing Fuego back around to where you start Fuego for her runs. You huff, bringing your head down to brush her mane as you take a breath and think of how to adjust your grips or calls for the next run. Fuego stomps and paces a bit, making you grin as you sit back up, pulling her reins to get her to walk to the side so you can restart.

"Fuck it up, Y/n!" You hear Jake call and you shake your head.

"Fuck off, Seresin." You say, but nevertheless, now with an audience, you start the path. And, to be fair, it's probably the best you've run it in a while. It's not perfect by a long shot, but you do pretty well. The team cheers you on, and you bow with extra drama, quickly dismounting from Fuego and bringing her back into the barn. You'll practice more later, but for now, you have quite a few pilots to meet after you untack her. 

You don't know if you're nervous, or really weirdly excited to finally meet them all.

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[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter Four]

roos says ! this chapter has me kicking my feet and giggling for REEEAAAAALLLL!!!! I love bob <3 he's <3

desc: the storm outside stops, so you make your way back home with Bob, only to find the same things keep coming up. Work, and Mike.

fluff, with a bit of angst in the middle

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, natasha "phoenix" trace

TWs: mentions of past abuse, nightmares

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

Once the rain stops— or probably long after it does, the sky breaks to show a beautiful pink sunset that makes the clouds shimmer like liquid gold as the distant thunder rolls around the sky. From both behind and in front of you-- both halves of the storm approaching. You look up, eyes scanning the sky. It looked just like the sunsets you had seen every night during high school when you both would carpool back home after school or ice cream runs after dinner. You continue to walk, dragging a now very mentally out of it Bob down the trails, checking on the chicken coop as you pass it. Lieu and Captain make sure they sniff the ground around for an annoying amount of time before following along. 

Once you made it the half-acre trudge back to the house, your boots now caked in mud, you both kicked off your shoes at the door and walked inside the candle-lit home. Once inside, you grabbed a lighter from the drawer and flicked it on, lighting two candles your mom had left for you to carry as lights by the door as you walked up the stairs and announced you were home.

“You both made it out okay?” Jenny calls, popping around the kitchen doorway when she hears the door click locked.

“Mhm.” You hum, your fingers still laced with Bob's, “do we have towels or a change of clothes? The storms are supposed to come ‘round again in twenty minutes.”

“Tom’s brother’s driving here to give us our stuff, we’re gonna stay the night here since it’s too far to drive to his house. It’s supposed to hail, apparently, so he was at our house locking up the sheds for us.” Jenny walks over, noticing the look in her son's eyes. She presses her hands to his cheeks and murmurs, so you go to step back, but Bob’s grip on your hand only tightens. After the two whisper back and forth, and you strain yourself to not hear them, she nods and turns to you with a sad smile.

“He’ll come back around in an hour or so.” She says to you, giving you a side hug as Bob walks over to where Tom comes in the door with two backpacks slung over his shoulder, Molly nearly tripping him as she runs to her dad.

“What?” You blink, not realizing how much the phrase confused you.

“He told you about the tree, right?” Jenny says, leaning back against the doorframe. When you nod, she smiles, “he gets spacey after he talks about it. Takes him about an hour to come back around.”

Bob comes back into the room with a tired sigh with a backpack on his shoulder. Jenny nods her head to him, giggling softly as she slips away to greet her husband.

“Robby, why don’t you get changed?” You muse softly, moving closer to him, as soon as you are in reach he grabs your hand and slumps against you. Mumbling something, when you ask him to repeat it, he does.

“I lost my glasses.” 

You let out a soft huff, a smile gracing your features shortly after, “Oh, jeez, Rob. We’ll look in the morning— wait, hold on—“ You laugh as you grab his jaw with one hand, his hands flying to cup your hips as you tilt down his head to grab the muddy glasses that sit on his slicked-back hairline.

“That gels doing you no good.” You murmur to him as you start to pull him away, “C’mon. Get yourself out of these wet clothes and get into some warm stuff— I’ll get blankets?”

“Blanket,” Bob murmurs and you slowly drag him to your childhood bedroom. He follows you, dragging his feet as he yawns, rubbing his face. Once you're both in the room, you step into your closet to change while he uses your bedroom to change. Once he's announced he's done changing, you grab a bunch of excess blankets from the bottom of your closet and throw them onto your bed before you lay down on them. Bob sits with his legs up to his chest, yawning as you kick blankets over to him.

"Get warm, Robby." You say with a gentle smile, "It's cold."

After maybe fifteen minutes, the two of you curl up in your bed with blankets and such stacked on top of you. Because of a mix of the South Carolina heat and the mass aunts of blankets, you're only in a sports bra and shorts, and he's in just athletic shorts. Once you've gotten comfy, you find yourself flat on your back by the wall. Bob lays against your chest, glasses skewed from where they’re pushed against your collar bones as grumbled nonsense.

“Why don’t you go to bed, Robby?” you whisper against his hairline, one hand creeping up to scratch at the back of his neck. He made a noise akin to a whine at the contact and slumped completely against you, you laughed softly, letting him settle. As you close your eyes, your head resting against him as thunder softly rolls across the sky-- the clacking sound of hail hitting your window soothes you. Robert's in no sort of condition to keep talking about the argument, though you want to apologize for pressing him you also know now is not the time. Not at all. But as the storm lulls you into a sanctuary. You lay there for a while, not able to sleep, maybe thirty or forty minutes passing. As you shift, your leg well on its way to falling asleep under Bob's weight, you feel something buzz at your hip. You know your phone is dead, which means it has to be Bob's. You curse grabbing the device from under your thick blankets and flipping it over to see the caller I.D— ‘Phoenix :)’

His front seater. 

“Bob,” you shake his shoulder and he blearily looks up at you and whines as you wake him up. You show him the phone and he squints.

"It's Phoenix," You supply to his tired mind and you watch it click.

“If— if it’s Phoenix it’s okay. She knows how I get.” He says seemingly a bit more awake than before, “she'll ask to facetime. Quick, quick do it first!"

“Okay okay,” you giggle, grabbing his phone and answering the call, shifting so Bob’s in the frame. He grunts, lifting a hand to hide the light behind Phoenix as she loads onto the screen. Seemingly still in sunny California if you guess the time difference right.

“Bob!” She calls and he says a soft hello, pausing when he sees Phoenix pull down her sunglasses and angles her phone in the shade. She's trying to get a better look. Then she asks, “who’s that?”

“It’s me.” Bob giggled before poking your neck, making you involuntarily squish your neck down towards him due to being a bit ticklish there, “and Y/n.”

“Oh, and your girl?” Phoenix says and you can instantly tell she’s teasing him. You chuckle as your curl a hand up to keep scratching Bob's neck, he leans against your chest again.

“He’s out of it.” You say softly, watching as Bob shuts his eyes, "I think it's mostly jet lag now."

Phoenix laughs softly, “Oh, is he also drunk? He seems more out of it than usual.”

“No, I told ‘er about the tree because we were arguing and I didn’t wanna admit the truth so I said the first part of all of it, ‘kay,” he grunts, and you have no idea what he means by 'first part of it,' “but we got stuck in the rain so I'm cold, and she's warm, and I'm definitely jetlagged."

Phoenix laughs again, moving inside whatever building she was outside of, “Well, I just wanted to tell you that Mav booked our flight for Thursday. Hangman’s not happy about someone else flying us.”

“Sounds right. Bet Rooster's the same way. How’s your ankle?” Bob murmurs into your skin, face flushed from whatever sickness he was feeling. You ended up lifting a hand to card through his hair, and his little smile showed you he relaxed right into it.

Phoenix grins, laughing from where she sets the phone up on her counter while she starts to cook something, “Good. Jake’s been treating me like royalty since you left, I guess he felt bad about it. My doctor said I’m allowed to walk but only for about an hour, Mav thought we were gonna be out for this mission again and he was pissed."

“How many push-ups?” Bob lifts his head, bumping yours and flushing as he stammers out apologies. You rub your jaw, laughing softly and saying it’s alright before he huffs and slides back into position like before seemingly no longer wanting to sit up.

“Six hundred.” Phoenix replies and Bob whistles, and you watch him slowly become even more aware as he speaks— though it’s clear he’s tired regardless of his loopy-ness.

Bob laughs, “Mav was really upset, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s better now that they said we’ll both be back for the next deployment.” She smiles over the phone, “He said that if you don’t make it back here, he’ll personally drag you away from Y/n himself.”

“Oh, I won’t make him stay.” You laugh, feeling a soft blossom in your chest. Bob giggles, shifting so he’s a bit close to your neck now, murmuring into the skin next to your collarbone and making you flush.

“Mav can get me back over my dead body.”

You and Phoenix both laugh at this, her head snapping back as she does so. After a few more formalities between the two, they say their goodbyes and good nights before Phoenix ends the call and Bob sits up. You take his cue to lay down amongst the sheets and he lays down too, though keeping a bit of distance between you now like he wasn't just sleeping on top of you. 

“What’s the matter?” You ask him and he grunts, looking up at you with big baby eyes, grumbling to himself.

“It's hot." He says, "and I don’t like Mike. I'm still thinking about him.” 

You begin to laugh, pressing your face to the pillow to muffle your cackle. Bob continues to rant, though purposefully adding a sleepy tone to his voice this time, “he seems mean, stupid, and dumb. I will hit him if he ever comes near you again.”

“Hey, Bobby?” You whisper and he blinks with his big baby eyes towards you as he adjusts his sight onto your face in the flicker of lightning above your head from the window.

“Hm?” He hums as you lean forward to grab his glasses and put them on the windowsill behind you.

Once you flop down, you smile at him, “Get some sleep.”

"Yes, Ma'am." He grunts, making you laugh again before you both settle down to finally fall asleep.

--

At some point in the night, you have a recurring nightmare. You’re not all that surprised— realizing you're dreaming when you see Mike. This dream always goes the exact same way, you wake up in your bed with Mike in the doorway, and he threatens you after figuring out that you told Shannon about the lying and stealing. It’s a recurring memory too, you can remember the exact way he crossed the bedroom, the exact way he grabbed your throat and straddled you to pin you to the bed, the exact way he screamed--

"I'll fucking kill you! You'll be deader than the word!"

The normal way this dream went was that Tom and Jenny burst through the door and shoved Mike to the ground. How it had happened in real life. But this time it wasn’t like real life, Bob kicked the doors handle in (like Tom had) he cursed (like Jenny) before he ran across the room and sucker punched Mike so hard he fell back off your bed. You scrambled up— dream you screaming at the sudden movement.

“Rob!" You shouted, watching him pull back a fist coated in blood before diving in again, and again, and again… you stared at him in horror, screaming at him repeatedly before you climbed off your bed. The second your feet hit the ground, you woke up— for real— to someone shaking you as you gasped and sputtered, your hand moving in a fist upright towards them.

By the time you started dreaming, around five in the morning, Bob was awake and attentive. The power had come back on while you were asleep, so he left the room temporarily to check on everyone and find an extra cord in the electronics cabinet in your kitchen so he could also plug in his phone alongside yours. Your mother was making breakfast, your sister and his sleeping curled together on the couch, and his Mom was just waking up for the day, with Tom still sleeping like a rock.

Deciding to keep the quiet, pre-sunrise peace, he made his way back into your room. When he entered after accidentally shoving your door open a bit too hard, used to the weight of doors on the carrier, he saw your scrunched-up face and labored breaths. 

"Y/n?" He asks, pacing around the side of the bed to grab your shoulder and shake it. He tried shaking you quite a few times, but it didn’t work at first. So he shook harder, saying your name louder and watching as you snapped your eyes open with a gasp, and he watched as you— seeing him in the perfect silhouette of Mike— sat up with your hand in a fist. He grunted when it collided with his jaw.

"Shit!" You shout immediately after, bringing your hands to his face to cup it with a panicked look on your half-awake face, "Fuck, Robby, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay!" He laughs, wincing when you press the spot you'd just slammed your fist into. 

"I just, the nightmare, I thought you were Mike and it freaked me out because I just," You keep rambling until tears spark in your eyes, which spurs Bob on to knock your hands away from him as she crawls onto the bed to cup your face.

"Hey. Relax." He whispers, "You panicked, it's fine. I'll have a little bruise for a few days and then it'll go away."

You stop, eyes blowing wide when he moves his thumbs to rub across the underside of your eyelids. If he sees the way your eyelids flutter into the touch, he doesn't say anything about it, before he's handing you a grey sweater that's definitely not yours and standing. He's already fully dressed for the day, and he gives you a gentle smile.

"A lot happened in the last decade, huh?" You murmur and he nods.

"Nothing we can change, though, darlin'. We just gotta keep moving." He watches as you tug the crewneck over your head and inspect the front. It's got a small little grease stain on its left sleeve, and a small tear on the bottom right side by the seam. But, it says one word in dark blue block letters, 'NAVY.'

It's his. 

"I have another," He says softly, "this is an old one. I've meant to give it to you for a while, but I was never able to."

"I-" You laugh with shock, "I punched you in the face and you give me a crewneck?" 

"Yeah." He shrugs, "It calmed you down. Uh, what was the nightmare about, anyway? You tried explaining it but you were uh- kinda crying and freaking out so I didn't catch it."

"It was the day your mom and Tom busted in this room when Mike came over after I cut him out of my life with the help of his siblings. He had me pinned on the bed, said he was gonna kill me, and Tom burst in the door and tackled him while your mom got me out." YOu explain, voice soft, "I, uhm, don't like to think about it."

Bob nods in understanding, before folding his hands and speaking monotonously, "I will be killing Mike if I see him."

"Rob!" You start laughing, your smile curling up as he grins, shoving his hands in his pockets and watching you gasp and choke on your laughter. After a moment, you wave your hand as the laughing subsides to giggles and he swears to himself that it's the prettiest you've ever looked. Your hair is disheveled from sleep, your eyes not fully open as you're still waking up, and one of his old crewneck sweaters wraps perfectly around your body. You would argue with him, saying you looked like an absolute mess, but in the sun's firstborn streaks of light in your window, that illuminate you in gold, he would swear to every single person on this planet that you were more beautiful than anyone or anything ever. You, to him, were the most beautiful living being on this creature. Both inside, with your courage and strength, and on the outside with your long hair and that smile he'd grown to love. He loved the way you rode horses, seemingly forming a connection of trust and the way you moved through the farm as if it was second nature to you, no guessing your movements or stuttered steps. He loved the way you argued, though he'd never admit it, and he loved the way he could just barely see when your blush reached your ears. Everything about you, to him, Lieutenant Robert Floyd, was absolute, beautiful, perfection crafted from God's hands.

You were, truly, his Aphrodite.

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[twosroos]

all grown up [ch. 7]

roos says ! IRON DAGGERS <3 also, yes i made everyone live. stfu i can do this its MY au. have i used this gif? idk. also we feed on mutual pining fr.

desc: everyone starts to arrive for the party, and the county fair, and you find yourself a bit overwhelmed.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin, bradley "rooster" bradshaw, natasha "phoenix" trace

TWs: alcohol, cursing, mentions of injuries

ao3 link ! previous chapter ! next chapter

There are currently ten people you don't recognize in the barn. Wait, actually twelve, maybe thirteen? It's a lot of people. You're not stoked but you're also very excited.

"There are two horses!" Someone shouts, "Nick, let me walk or I'll push you over!"

"Mom, he can barely stand and you're gonna--"

"Carole--" 

You laugh at the noise on the other side of the barn, taking off Fuego's saddle, but keeping her leads on. You don't want her to get afraid and bite or kick. She's got a good temper, but she's impatient. So you remind yourself of the treats you have just in case you need a distraction. As the noise gets a bit louder, meaning more people are in the barn, you're hanging up the saddle on the wall as Bob pokes his head around the stall door.

"So, everyone's here." He says, you smile at him. Bob sends you a look, a smile on his features and you can tell just how happy he is to have all of his squadron members in one place.

"Everyone?"

"Yep. The Bradshaws, The Kazansky's, Maverick, Penny and Amelia, and the Iron Daggers." He lists as if you know who half of the people are anyway.

"That's a lot of people, where are they all staying?" You ask and he flushes.

"Kinda forgot to figure that out."

"Oh jeez, Robby." You laugh, walking with Fuego out to where he stands. He stops you once you exit the doorway, and you feel all eyes on you as he wipes something off your face and fixes your hair by tucking a stray strand behind your ear. You pause, cheeks reddening in the stray sunlight as Bob tilts his head at you. Someone speaking breaks through the brief thought you have of pulling him into a kiss, and you attempt to recover your confidence.

"Is this like an interview where I need to look perfect, Robby?" You tease, adjusting your stetson. Across from you, Bob huffs as he rolls his eyes.

"It is not," he concedes, "but I know how you are."

"Dick." You push him lightly and hand him Fuego's lead when you spot a certain tanned-skin pilot amongst the rest.

"Seresin!" You call, and he turns from where he laughs with a female pilot— Phoenix, and he breaks into a grin, walking forward to scoop you into a tight hug.

“My favorite Carolinian!” he jokes back, and you hear Bob curse at him quietly as he calls for whoever Carole is to come over and say Hi to Fuego. You step back and Jake leans down to whisper.

“Robby, huh? What a cute nickname.” 

“oh hush.” you push his chest and he dramatically stumbles, pretending his beat-in stetson falls off his head from your push. He throws it. It hits Phoenix and her glare could kill.

“So aggressive!” He complains and you roll your eyes, sending him a discreet middle finger before moving your attention to Phoenix (who’s now being draped on by Bradley. You can tell by her face that he’s annoying her more than anything.)

“Phoenix.” you smile, kicking Jake’s knee as you pass him and causing him to curse. You stick your hand out to her, “it’s lovely to meet ‘cha in person, Miss.”

Phoenix laughs, shaking your hand as she uses her shoe to kick Jake's cowboy hat back towards him, “thanks for giving my back seater a second chance.”

“Thanks for keeping him alive so I could.” You say back, and Bradley squeezes her shoulder before smiling at you.

“We’ve heard a lot about you.” he says, “Bradley.”

“Right,” you shake his hand as well, before a teasing grin graces your features, “be careful yelling out flirts like that. You might set off two of your fellow pilots.”

“Bob and Jake?” he asks and you nod, he continues, “what’s up with you and Hangman?”

“He helped me out of a shitty situation a few months ago.” you explain, “His roommate’s brother is my ex-boyfriend; if that explains anything.”

Phoenix's turn to ask a question arises, “Mike? Bob told me about that whole situation, never told me who the girlfriend was.”

“Did he tell you how bad he beat his head in?” you ask and then there’s suddenly a presence next to you.

“Broke his nose in two places.” Jake says, leaning over your shoulder, knocking your stetson down with the brim of his own, “black eye. Bloodshot.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” You sigh, lifting a hand to adjust your hat, and Jake shrugs.

“Had to teach ‘em how we treat assholes in Texas, yeah?”

“I thought that was with guns?” Bradley chides, making you laugh while you look to the side to see a blonde woman eagerly talking to Bob while Fuego nuzzles her for more treats.

"I need a proper introduction to everyone, 'cause I'm terrible with names." You laugh, crossing your arms as you watch the group amble about, in their respective clumps.

"Okay so," Phoenix steps beside you and points across the way, "Fanboy and Payback. They're always next to each other. Fanboy's also good friends with Bob, so you'll probably see them together. Payback will hang around Fritz, Omaha, and Hangman-- or, Jake."

Bradley takes over, "Halo's over next to Harvard and Yale, those three went to school together, so they clump. Maverick's got the leather jacket on, Penny's the woman next to him, and the brunette next to her is her daughter Amelia. In front of them are my parents, Nick and Carole."

"The Kazansky's are over there," Jake points, "Admiral Kazansky's sick with throat cancer, so he doesn't talk much, but his wife Sarah can and will talk your ear off— in the best way."

You nod, knowing this is not going to stay in your brain, "Anyone we missed?"

"I don't think so." Bradley hums, watching as the rest of the group finally notices you're there.

"Oh! Shit, are you Y/n?" A voice calls and you blink up to who you think Bradley said was Maverick.

"Yep," you smile, "And this is my mare, Fuego."

"She's a beauty." Carole says, "Sorry, I grew up in Texas. I used to ride when I was a kid, but then someone moved me out to California--"

"Oh, how is that my fault, dear?" A man uses a cane as he steps up beside Carole and easily wraps an arm around her waist. You assume he's Nick. She gives him a pointed look and he just simply places a chaste kiss on her lips, you smile at them with a soft laugh when you notice the other pilots approaching you from your left. 

"So, ol' Bobby's finally gonna shut up about you?" One asks, sending a look to a slightly taller pilot. You think it's Fanboy and Payback, but you're nervous about guessing their names.

"Guys." Bob deadpans and you laugh softly, wiping your dirt on your jeans as you adjust your Stetson so it's not crooked anymore. Or maybe it’s just your nervous habit, like Bob adjusting his glasses.

"I guess so," You smile, "Y/n, for anyone who doesn't know. Sorry that I'm a bit messy, I've got a fair tomorrow I'm competin' at and I was planning on practicing today."

"Oh!" Carole steps back from Fuego, almost knocking down Nick. Luckily, Maverick catches him by the arm and the two share a wordless conversation before both they’re breaking into stupidly big grins.

"We can get out of your way," She says, "I wouldn't wanna intrude!"

"No, no!" You wave your hands, "It's alright. I should at least greet the guests and be courteous and all that, right? I've got a pool and a big ol' liquor cabinet if anyone's interested in getting to know each other better. They do say drunk words are sober thoughts."

"I'd love to," Penny says, squeezing Amelia's shoulder.

"Robby," You turn to him with a small smile, not realizing how close he is to you. He smiles a hand reaching up to place itself on your waist, you can't stop the flush on your cheeks but you talk through it, "Uhm, why don't you bring 'em to my mom's? She's been excited to meet them all, and I'm sure she'll hold y'all over with food and stories while I practice a bit."

"Is that alright with ev'ryone?" Bob turns to the group with a soft smile and they all agree with him, and in a moment of you acting despite yourself, you bump your hat's brim against his head and press a quick kiss to his cheek before grabbing Fuego's lead as you walk over to her to start leading her back to re-tack her. It takes a second for you to realize exactly what you just did, but when you do, there is a visible blush on your cheeks. 

You don't hear the conversations of the Daggers or their friends as they leave the barn, but you catch a glance from Bob, noticing his goofy grin and it settles in your stomach that maybe that was the right thing to do at that moment.

—

You end up finding the group in the pool, only maybe four hours later. You feel like you’ve done enough training for the day, even though you know tomorrow night when you go to compete, you’re probably gonna freak out and feel like it wasn’t enough. For now, that’s the least of your worries. After promising your mom you'll stay up late to help her with some more food prep for the fourth of July, you find an old high school bikini. It's shoved in the bottom of your shirt's drawer, and you're surprised you even left the thing in your old room. Though, to be fair, you did only live a brisk five-minute walk down a trail. After retying it three times, and adjusting it close to a hundred times until you think it looks okay, you make your way back downstairs.

"Here, Hon, bring them out a little fruit tray before dinner. Jenny and Tom went to go grab the girls from camp," Your mother hands over a small tray of various fruits, some you know are from her garden, like the strawberries and cucumbers.

"Thanks, Ma." You smile as you use your hip to bang open the screendoor before you shout inside, "Can you bring us a jug of lemonade, the juice mixing things and some Tito's? I'm gonna make drinks-- and the Margarita stuff!"

"Give me twenty, doll!" Your mom calls, and you shout back a thank you before you're crossing the deck, lifting your arms to keep the food away from Lieu and Captain as they jump up, their fur flinging water around.

"No!" You scold, "Your bowls over there, go eat, go!"

The dogs, hearing a command, quickly rush to their bowls. Across the deck, you snort as you realize your mom probably set the bowl out without telling them to eat. Finally, you make it to the stairs and descend, balancing the fruit tray above your head as you hear the pilots, and company, carrying on in the pool. You pause by the table, setting down the fruit tray and stepping over to adjust the towel that rests over a sleeping pilot (Omaha, you think his name is) before you turn to the rest of the group.

“Hello aviators," You call, "My momma made y'all a little fruit tray before dinner, just in case y'all got hungry."

"Thank you!" Various voices call and you smile, walking over to the pool and submerging yourself in the shallow end. Bob gives you a grin when you pop up from the water next to him and you stick your tongue out at him.

"Hey, Y/n," A voice calls and you turn to see a woman smiling at you, "I never got to introduce myself, I'm Sarah Kazansky. This is my husband, Tom, but you'll probably hear everyone here call him Ice."

"Admiral Kazansky, right?" You wade over to them, leaving Bob's side in favor of the interesting conversation you know you'll get from Sarah. Across the pool, Bradley splashes Jake to get his attention and jabs his thumb in Bob's general direction. When the few pilots who notice Rooster's gestures look over, they see a very clearly lovesick pilot watching you as you laugh at a story Maverick is desperately trying to get Ice and Sarah to not tell. But it's to no avail.

They all watch as he tilts his head in thought, and if you could see into it, he's silently praying that he can make everything right in the last few days he has here. He's wishing he could just wrap his arms around you, kiss you, and god he just wants to finally be able to call you his girlfriend. To say "you're mine" to you in a way that meant security, not in the way he'd been told Mike had used it to control you. He wants to be able to show you off, all of your beauty and intelligence. But, he was hesitant, because he didn't wanna push too hard. He didn't wanna lose what you'd built.

And he didn't wanna mess up the opportunity for another cheek kiss, at the least.

"Floyd," Phoenix calls, "Look a little more platonic there, bud."

"Oh shut it." Bob splashes in her direction and she laughs, Halo raising a hand to block the water that also splashes her. The group slowly drifts people in and out of their conversation, until you hear the backdoor slide open and--

"Robby!" Molly screams and he turns, barely having time to swing an arm out to catch his sister as she dives into his side. Your sister follows a bit slower, giggling as she waves you over. You sink to her side and look up at her.

"Asher and the twins are home!" She cheers and your brain blanks. 

Shit. Your siblings are home.

"Molly's the cutest." You hear a thick southern voice call from the deck and you stand, watching the twins-- Avalon and Gisele, walk out with matching identical grins. Asher's behind them, waving hello to Jenny who stands to greet him with a tight hug.

The last time you'd talked to your siblings about Bob, you declared you hated him. How the hell were you supposed to explain that in only a few days of seeing him again, you'd fallen completely back in love like a high schooler? Would they even accept it? Genevieve runs over to bring your siblings to the pool, and your brain fuzzes out as she introduces everyone (somehow knowing everyone's full names? Which was weird, but a Genevieve thing to do.)

"And, of course, Y/n and Robby," Genevieve says, and you blink back into reality as Bob sets a lemonade (possibly spiked) into your hand and you smile at your sisters and brother.

"Welcome back, guys!" You grin, moving to the stairs, noticing Asher sending Bob a weary glance as you climb out. It's also clear to you y the way Asher begins to gloat about having the coolest younger sister, emphasizing sister, that some of the pilots had been checking you out.

"How's it been?" Avalon asks as her long curls, something she got from your dad, twirl as she tilts her head with a lipgloss-coated smile.

"Let me get some alcohol in me, and we can have a gossip night tonight." You grin and your sisters excitedly agree.

You're royally screwed because you watch as Gisele passively aggressively eyes Bob and you feel like you're gonna hurl.

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[twosroos]

All Grown Up [ch. 11]

roos says ! holy SHIT college is kicking my ass, and fuck u tumblr for breaking on me so i couldn't post this on time >:(! luckily I only have two (TWO??) weeks until I'm home (thank u ten week semesters), and you can expect a lot more soon (and, the stardust rb challenge will be updated then too!)

desc ! you prep for the party, learn a bit more about bob, fight with asher, and finally greet your dad when he returns from a trip. It's the calm before the storm, a huge storm.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, natasha "phoenix" trace, bradley "rooster" bradshaw

tws !! MANNNYYY implications of past sex, hickeys, arguments, cursing, mentions of past drinking/underage drinking !

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter !

Waking up the next day, you felt the bed lift as someone stood, and peeked over to see Bob tugging on a t-shirt. He must've pulled it out of the suitcase he had resting against your wall, and you slowly lifted your head and half-heartedly turned it as you checked the time on your alarm clock. Subconsciously, you groan at the realization you should probably be getting up. If you weren't up soon, your mom would wonder where you'd ended up. You really didn't need her finding you half-naked in bed. 

Christ, where were your pajama bottoms? And when did you put Bob's shirt on? What had even happened between the barn and your bed? 

"Fuck." You curse when you roll over to stand. For no clearly discernable reason, your lower half is genuinely aching and you can't tell exactly which event from the day before was causing it. Bob turns at your soft exclamation, wiping what you think is some of your lipstick off his jaw. Oh christ, you think to yourself, because the action had no reason to be as hot as it was.

"Sorry." He jokes and you sit up just enough to chuck a pillow at him from where you lay. Slyly grinning, he pretends the pillow was thrown a lot harder than you had actually thrown it and stumbles back to 'fall' against your closed bathroom door. Snorting, you eventually get off the bed and find your pajamas not far away. While you get dressed, you hear the sink in the bathroom turn on, so you take a moment to attempt to stretch out your legs. It feels a bit better, but you'll probably pop a Tylenol just to make sure you can help out today.

When you get into the bathroom behind Bob, he's spitting out his toothpaste into your sink, so you grab your essentials for getting ready in the morning. You hip-bump him aside to brush your teeth, and one hand reaches to your collar as grab your perfume to spritz a bit on your neck, and shit-- those marks were dark.

"Got a bit carried away, huh?" You tease, knowing you luckily have a decently full-coverage bathing suit you can throw on for the party that will cover most of them. Bob wraps his arms lazily around you and hides his face in the warmth of your neck. 

"Sorry not sorry." he pecks kisses on your neck, grinning against you. He soaks it in, deep breaths against your skin. You can't find it in yourself to be angry, especially when you see a red line down his arm from your nails, most likely. An eye for an eye, or whatever.

"Is this going to become a constant?" You murmur as you run the toothbrush under water for the second time before lifting it to your lips, "I could get used to this."

"Don't get too comfy." Bob sighs, and though he doesn't say it you know what he means. He's leaving for the Navy soon. Regardless of if you wanted him to or not. It stings to know. 

“Let’s not think of that.” you muse to him, leaning back into his skin as you keep brushing your teeth. He gently kisses your jawline, innocently wrapping you tighter in his arms. But you know it's a subconscious hope of keeping you close to him. You try not to think about it.

“Okay,” he whispers. And you both end up standing there for a while, silent breathing, staring at yourselves and each other in the mirror while he smiles contently. 

"I also probably marked up your thighs." Bob says and you groan, making him snort as he finally detaches from you to grab his toiletries bag and shuffle through it, "Hey! You're equally at fault here!"

"I'm gonna steal your breakfast as revenge." You chime, spitting out your toothpaste and then rinsing your mouth as Bob rolls his eyes and grabs deodorant.

"Sure you will, Rhinestone." He smiles at you and you chuckle, grabbing a hair tie from your drawer. 

You rock back and forth, tossing your hair into a low ponytail. You're gonna end up with your hat on at some point today, so doing a cute updo would be pointless, you chime after a lightbulb flicks on above your head-- metaphorically, "Do I have a callsign now?"

"Kinda." Bob shrugs, "I'm tryna figure out what I wanna call you."

"Call me anything but sugar." Your voice comes out a bit harsher than you mean, it's got a bite to it that makes Bob blink. The last time you'd bit words at him was in the barn his first day here, so you shake it off and sigh, "It's just what Mike used to call me, is all."

"I'll make something better, then." He gently wraps an arm around you, pressing your forehead to his lips as he sighs, "Fuck that guy, right?"

"Yeah," You laugh, "fuck that guy."

You lean up to plant a soft kiss on his lips, the different mints of your kinds of toothpaste colliding. Spearmint versus wintergreen. He smiles, taking you fully into his embrace and tucking your head under his. You don't question the random hug, lord knows you need it, so you relax into the scent of pine and... oil, you think, that drifts off his shirt. But then,

"Hey! Are y'all awake or do I need to shield my eyes comin' in here?" Rooster shouts, knocking on your door, "I don't really wanna see any nudity!"

"We're dressed, Bradshaw!" Bob shouts, stepping back and rolling his eyes. The door slides open and in walks, none other than Bradley Bradshaw with his classic little strut and smile as Bob pops out of your bathroom. You turn to make sure you look decent. You'll probably just throw on your jeans and a pair of boots after breakfast. 

"Got back a little late last night, hm?" he teases and Bob shoves him, the two fake arguing for a bit while you snicker to yourself in the bathroom as you slide open the mirror and pop a Tylenol on your mouth. Once you get the mirror to shut, you pop out, holding the Tylenol between your teeth.

"None of your business, Bradshaw." You sing-song. Smiling, you find yourself laughing softly as you adjust Bob's shirt on your frame. amake your way around the bed to a water bottle, which you happily open and down half of to swallow the pill in your mouth.

"Savannah made us breakfast, apparently today we're cleaning out one of the garages and the closest barn to the house for the party. Get ready for some heavy lifting, Bob." Rooster grins, lips curled into a somewhat sly grin as he crosses his arms and leans against the base of your sliding door.

"Why're you smiling at me like that?" You grin, crossing your arms, knowing Rooster's doing nothing but teasing for the sake of it. Honestly, it reminds you of how Asher had been when he was in high school. It makes you miss those days

"Nothing. Just didn't know you went to Topgun at some point, Rhinestone." He shrugs as he walks out the door and you laugh. when your eyes meet Bob, he shrugs.

"It looks better on you. Now c'mon, I miss your mom's cooking."

--

Breakfast couldn't have gone worse, in your opinion. Your mom is stressing the whole time, asking everyone various questions you can't even keep track of as she tries to decide where everything's going to go as if she won't decide on the same exact setup from the past five years.

Once everyone's shoveled about a days worth of food into their mouths, the pilots are sent down to the basement with Jenny and Tom (Bob's mom and step-dad) to organize and move boxes, the Kazansky's and the Bradshaw's help in the kitchen while Maverick and Penny help Avalon with setting up the outdoor bar, and you trail behind Giselle and Robyn with a broom as you go to the barn that housed garden equipment to sweep it out and relocate the equipment for your mother's small garden to a barn a bit further in on the property.

You're about halfway done when Phoenix and Rooster appear, telling you that'd been sent away by Asher since he didn't need that many people in the basement. You nod and decide then that you're going take a short break while Giselle and Robyn are reorganizing the other barn to fit the tractor you sit upon. The old John Deere has been in your family since you were in elementary school, you had no idea how the old green thing still ran.

"So, while we were cleaning the basement out we found a photo album from when you were in high school," Rooster says, "You had a bunch of pictures of you and Bob doin' things and we realized, well, we know basically nothing about him."

"Really?" You ask, and both pilots in front of you nod, "he's said nothing?"

"All we really know is that he missed you like hell, you were super important to him, his dad was out of the picture, and he had a younger sister." Phoenix says, "I know a bit more, but he swore me to secrecy, so, no telling."

"So, how'd he tell you about all you guys know?"

"Well, the first two were because he'd never shut the hell up about you once we got him on the topic of friends back home." Rooster laughs softly, shaking his head, "It's still the most I've seen him talk at once. And we found out about his dad on father's day, and his sister on her birthday because apparently, she thinks Phoenix is super cool, and wanted to FaceTime her for her birthday."

"I keep hearing that he'd never shut up about me, was it that bad?" You swirl the water bottle in your hand, kicking some dirt off your boot like you were an idling character.

"For me, yes," Phoenix deadpans, but the small smile that quirks up on her lips tells you otherwise, "but honestly, it wasn't awful, he just spewed about how much he missed you and wanted to talk to you. He originally said he couldn't because of the time zone difference, but he confessed to me a lot when we crashed."

"How are you after that crash, Phoenix? I know it shook him up a lot." You ask and she shrugs.

"Well, we didn't die, so I'm grateful for that. But I don't think I'll be able to get the image of him up in that tree, literally begging me to come and find you if he died, out of my head." She sighs, "It's part of the job, you sign up knowing it could happen to you, or anyone you know, but it sucks regardless."

"I can't imagine it." You sigh. but before the conversation can lull into an awkward silence, Phoenix switches the topic back.

"But, what was Bob like in high school? any crazy stories?"

"Not really." You laugh, "he was in the marching band, and he played the saxophone. He was drum major the same year I was cheer captain. He used to bull ride, often, but not competitively. He drank quite often, sometimes we snuck it into football games for the hell of it. No one found out, and if they did, I doubt they cared. We didn't share it, half the time we didn't even drink it."

"So... and forgive me if this is kinda rude," Rooster takes a swig of his water, "if you guys were so close... why didn't you stay in touch?"

"It's really my fault." You lean on your legs, elbows pressing red marks into your skin, "I was mad at him for something he did right before he left. I didn't want to reach out because I felt... used, I guess? I became bitter, and then he became bitter in response, and we never communicated why. Plus, it wasn't like I could've called him after he left. He didn't have a cellphone in basic."

"He said something similar. He said he fucked up something right before he left, paraphrasing." Phoenix hums, adjusting the baseball cap on her head, "He told me, and Bradshaw, you do not repeat this to anyone--"

"-- Yes, Ma'am." He mocks a salute, but you could tell he was being genuine.

"He told me that he was afraid that if you talked again, he'd quit the Navy to be with you."

Your heart stops, your brain short-circuiting as you struggle to comprehend the fact that Robby would've dropped everything he loved just to be with you. Just to be with you.

"I--" You go to say something, but Giselle coming back with a declaration of a clean barn to start moving things into takes you off guard. And the conversation is lost like a flame blown out by an open window.

--

You end up with Asher in the basement later that day, after lunch. You've changed into a high-collar tank top of your own, with jean shorts. One outlier hickey pokes out on your thigh from under the shorts. Luckily most down there were lighter and would probably fade within a few days if you used a few tricks from your college days to help out.

Asher has been eyeing it the whole time you've been helping him dust and vacuum the room. You're getting sick of his peeking eyes, so you use the one way to shut him up that pops into your head. It's also the dumbest way for you to do this.

"It's a hickey." You turn to your brother, pausing the vacuum, "Happy?"

"Where'd you get it?" 

"Where do you think?" you bite back and Asher scoffs, when you go to turn the vacuum back on, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. The feeling of your past injury being roughhoused makes you panic, tearing yourself back from your brother when he starts to fade into Mike in your mind.

"Are you serious? Y/n, are you fucking kidding me?"

"It's literally none of your business!" You groan, "I'm a grown adult!"

"We just talked about you doing the opposite of this!" Asher slams down the duster he's holding on the desk, and it takes everything in you to swallow the jump.

"Okay?" You say, knowing it's childish for you to have completely turned on the plan you'd made, but also, why did it matter? 

"No! Not okay! You're being fucking stupid! Just like how you were with Mike! Naive, and weak!" Asher pinches his nose, and you grip the vacuum with two hands, trying to hide your trembling grip.

"What the hell are you implying here?" you snip, voice soft.

Asher turns on his heel to fully face you and narrows his eyes, "Aren't men in the military known for cheating? Do you wanna go through all this again? If you do, fine, be stupid, but don't come crying to me."

"Robby's not like that, Asher, you know that." You whisper and your brother narrows his eyes,

"They're all like that, and they take advantage of stupid people like you!" he shouts, and the dishes clinking in the kitchen stopped, but the water still runs. 

"fuck you." You whisper, and Asher scoffs again, storming out of the basement before you can even find the words to try and defend yourself. You turn to the vacuum and turn it on, forcing it forward with a harsh shove as you bite back tears.

You end up skipping dinner, saying you can't sit across from Asher when your mother asks why. She brings you down a plate and you sit on the couch in the basement, shoveling mashed potatoes and whatever chicken dish she'd made into your mouth as you try and block out your brother's biting words.

--

You crawl into your bed, laying face first on the pillows, still in your jeans. You'd excused yourself much earlier than usual, slipping away from the bonfire Carole had helped Sarah and your mom set up. A few seconds later, you hear the sliding door to your room squeak open and shut, and Bob sits down on your bed.

"What's the matter?" He murmurs and you glance up at him.

"Got in an argument with Asher." You sigh, "and it's fuckin' eatin' at me."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry." Bob lays down, bringing a hand to push your hair back from your face, "do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." You sigh, "though, Phoenix and I talked today about uh, about how the two of us were in high school. You and I. I told her and Rooster some stories."

"She told me she talked to you." He smiles, "didn't know you felt the same way I did when I left."

"Didn't know that 'bout you either, Robby." You sigh, scooting a bit closer so he can comfortably wrap you into his arms. The two of you lay there for a while in silence, breaths sharing the oxygen you pull from your cracked window.

"I think we were both mad about losing... this, after the kiss." he speaks softly, his eyes staring up at your poster-covered ceiling, "and that's my fault."

"Hey, don't completely blame yourself. I also didn't reach out after." You blink up at him, "we both kinda fumbled the ball there."

"Restart on that regard then?" he says, "because I don't think I can love someone more than I love you if I'm honest."

"I'm gonna agree with you there," you giggle and he smiles, bringing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. Almost like sealing the agreement. You don't mind kissing back if it means you sign your name on the agreement too.

--

The next day, luckily, is a lot easier. If you ignore the fact you aren't talking to Asher at all. And, luckily, it's easy to ignore, because your Dad is finally home, with your cousins, aunts, and uncles from New Jersey in tow. But even after greeting them, you find you only really care about pulling your dad into a tight hug.

"Hey, princess." He whispers, squeezing you back, "how's it been here?"

"Good. Everything's been good." You smile, and it's not exactly a lie. As the two of you talk, Bob is sitting with Phoenix at the table, when your dad finally spots him.

"Floyd!" He shouts and Bob smiles, pushing out his chair and standing to greet your father with a hug and a handshake.

"How're you, Liam?" he asks your dad and he shrugs.

"Better than I was a year ago now that I've got my stint." He smacks Bob's shoulder before leaning in, "Don't think I'm missin' the way you're looking at her. You finally grew some balls to flirt with her, eh Floyd?”

Phoenix nearly spits out her drink after that and you're smacking your Dad's arms to get him to go away as you laugh. Your father means no harm, Bob knows this, but the pilots are just gaining more and more ammo against him the longer he's here. Though it's a little funny, you'd rather not have all of the teases traced back to this party.

"Alright, alright!" Your dad laughs, walking over to his backpack that he'd set on the chair by the door. He grabs it and shuffles through it, before proudly presenting you with a box of blueberries, labeled Ocean Spray.

"You found them!" you smile, "Oh thank god!"

"Oh, are those the blueberries you got ages ago you haven't been able to find?" Bob asks and you nod excitedly.

"I'm not even huge on blueberries, but these are so fricken good and they don't sell this brand down here!" You complain, "Thank you!"

your dad happily accepts your hug, squeezing you tight, and when you step back and smile at him, you can tell he wants to ask more but your mother coming into the room takes his attention away. You share your stash of blueberries with the pilots, and when you eventually make your way outside to help set up some more decorations, you've convinced them all that Jersey blueberries are the best.

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After dinner that night, you can Bob climb in your truck, tomorrow your mom's making some things that she hasn't already started, and finishing up the decorations. So, you've been tasked with getting some groceries and then going to a dollar store to hopefully find some cheap balloons for your mom. As the music plays, you let the wind blow your hair around, and Bob's hand rests on your thigh. When you turn to look at him at a red light, you realize he's already been staring at you and you chuckle as he leans across the bench seat to plant a slow, deep kiss on your lips.

you blush when you sit back and say, "If you keep kissing me like that, I'm never letting you leave."

"I wish it was that easy." He teases, squeezing your thigh, "but even with it not bein' that easy, I'll still kiss you like that every time."

"And I'll fall more and more in love with you." You smile, and he grins sloppily, bringing you into another kiss.

"God," He whispers, "please, make her fall irreversibly in love with me."

You laugh softly as he leans back when the light turns green, and as you pass through the intersection towards the closest Buc-ee's to your house, you whisper.

"I think he already heard that prayer."

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all grown up [ch. 13 finale]

roos says ! cries bc i don't wanna finish this main sector of the series but smiles bc i know im writing one shots of it LMAOOO anyway thank u all for the wild ride that has been this series :(!!! if you enjoyed it please keep an eye on my page for more writing, I'm gonna be writing a lot more in the few weeks I'm home before school starts up again lol

desc ! the night before bob leaves feels a little bitter sweet, but you know that no matter what, you'll be seeing him again.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin

tws: mentions of violence, alcohol, cursing, and I think that's it?

ao3 link ! last chapter ! [links will be updated my tumblr is currently dying]

By the time you make it back outside, Jake’s standing by your mom as dinner is plated out. Bob plants a soft kiss on your lips before slipping into the crowd and waving hello to a friend while he scoops up Molly in his arms. You laugh softly, turning to go grab a drink when Jake presses a hand to your shoulder.

“Can I steal you for a moment?” He whispers and you nod, letting him pull you off to the side, behind the bar. He immediately asks, "did anyone find a ring while cleaning up the barn?"

"A ring? Yeah, we gave it to my mom." You say and Jake grabs your shoulders, gentle but firm as he turns you to look at him fully, his green eyes staring into yours deeply.

"Listen to me before you freak out, okay?" Jake says softly, glancing from side to side before he speaks again, "Mike came here with the plan of trying to get you to marry him. He said if you said no, he'd find a way to get you."

You scoff, though the idea of Mike trying to get to you makes your chest tighten and heart pound, "Why would he think I'd say yes? He's an idiot."

"I don't know, Rhinestone, but listen, okay? I want you to come to California with us." Jake almost bites his lips, as if expecting you to explode, but you just blink at him.

"Wait, what?"

"You need to come with us, I already talked to your mom and she said it was okay, and I can get you on our plane--" Jake's eyes a wider than usual, clear panic in his tone, but for some reason, you don't seem to pick up on it.

"Jake, wait, I can't go. I have to train for the Open." You laugh under your breath, a weird sort of self-soothing feeling clouding your thoughts for a second before you shake it away to think instead of ignoring what was going on, "I have to train my students, and I'd have to talk to my boss. Jake, I can't just go now."

"But Mike--" Jake urges and your chest tightens, fear taking hold as you start to subconsciously realize just what Jake's saying. Mike wants to come and get you. To hurt you, or something along those lines. But you also have things here you need to do, the Open is something you've been dreaming of doing, and how are you supposed to do all that without your horse?

"I'll get a gun, or something, I'll do what I have to but I can't come with you guys. I have shit to do here, I have a life here!" You shout, as the cloud of  glaring at Jake, "I'll figure it out, but I'm not leaving."

"No! Rhinestone-!"

"Why are you two yelling over here?" Bob asks, a drink in hand as he passes one to you, "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Rob." You sigh waving a hand at him while you go and take a swig of your drink. It's just the drink you would've made yourself, and you wonder how he knows it. Jake scoffs immediately after you speak, waving a hand in shock, though making sure to keep his movement away from you.

"No! We aren't sweeping this under the rug are you crazy?" He snaps and you huff, knowing you're kinda acting immature and downplaying it, but they leave tomorrow, and who are you to worry them?

"We are," You take a long swig of your drink, "Because I'm not coming to California."

"Woah Woah Woah, can we slow down?" Bob holds a hand out, "Why is she coming to Cali?"

Jake crosses his arms, staring you down with a tinge of annoyance in his gaze, "Because Mile's a fucking lunatic. And I don't trust him to not drive his ass back here and hurt her."

"I have to train for the Open!" You groan, bringing a hand to your head, "Mike’s a lunatic for thinking he was even gonna get me to marry his ass! I'm not fucking arguing this right now with you. Let's just enjoy the party, and deal with it tomorrow before you leave."

“He wanted to marry you?” Bob whispers, “What..? But he’d put his hands on you like that?”

"I don't know, I don't think Mike has a single thought in his head." you sigh softly, "But, I promise you that nothing will happen. I'll stay home through the open, maybe move back into my Mom's house or something? I'll get a gun, I'll do what I need to."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Jake asks and Bob turns, nodding his head at Jake and then to you and blinking softly. You sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll figure it out, and I'm sure my family and Robby's family will help me out as much as needed. They hate Mike more than I do."

"I trust them, and I trust you." Bob murmurs, gently crossing his arms, "I'm gonna be honest, Darlin', I'd feel better if you came with us... but I understand needin' to stay back for the open. I just don't want something to happen."

"I know, Robby. Look, the Open's in a month. I'll train and as soon as I'm done I'll come right to California. I'll talk to my parents about Genevieve, and I'll just... I don't know, keep tabs on him as best I can, okay?" You move to hug him, placing your head right under his collarbone. He doesn't hesitate to plant a kiss on your hairline and wrap you tightly in his arms.

"You call me at the first sign of trouble, you hear me?" He whispers, "Please."

"I will. I promise." You murmur and Bob leans forward to gently press his lips to yours, molding in perfectly.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Floyd." You murmur when the kiss pulls back, but something shifting behind you makes you remember the fact that Jake’s only a few feet from you. You blink, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jake?”

"You’re fucking?” He gapes and before you go to sputter out a shush to him he groans and dramatically sloshes his drink, “I owe Phoenix a hundred dollars! Fuck!”

“Never bet with me, Bags!” Phoenix calls from a distance, and then all the pilots realize what was entailed by those two conversations and start whistling.

Bob realizes before you do.

“Oh my fucking god! you had a bet we were gonna get together?!” He groans and you nearly spit out your drink at the realization.

“Are we like a thing?”

“We’ve had sex twice, and all the other shit, so yeah, I think so?” 

Jake laughs, head tossed back against the bar and you groan as you bury your head in Bob's shoulder. He laughs softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame and kissing your head again. Across the way, Bob catches Asher's eye and the latter gives him a small nod, almost like approval. Bob nods back a promise to keep you safe, completely unspokenly fixing the fear in your brother's heart.

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Majority of those not sleeping over that night part by eleven, the rest splitting off around one. The daggers, plus you, decide that you're gonna end up being up at four in the morning anyway, so what would three more hours of awakeness hurt? You all end up in the pool, the 'elders' lounging in the shallow end while the rest of you idly float around the deep end and roughhouse a bit every few minutes. Eventually, people start to break off to shower and pack to leave for the night, and Bob's one of the first claiming he's got a lot of things to do. The group, at first, keeps him in the pool with drinks and conversation until he finally manages to get out.

Though, you snag him for one last kiss before he goes and then float idly along the pool walls as Tom Petty fades out on the radio as Bob walks down the trail to your house.

"You," Jake sneers, "Motherfucking bitch. You didn't tell me you were dating?!"

People started laughing, Fanboy laughing so hard he had to put his head down on the side of the pool and calm himself down. The rest of the pilots laughed along, and you chuckled as you rolled your eyes and downed the rest of your drink.

"I don't think we're like, super serious," You said, "But I think that'll change when I get to California." 

"Oh, when will you be joining us in good ol' Fightertown, Rhinestone?" Rooster calls, kicking the wall so his float drifted over to you and Jake's floats. Phoenix kicked him back, giggling when he groaned, as Halo fist-bumped her as she sat next to Phoenix on the side of the pool.

"Well, The Open is three days before Bob's birthday. I'll probably fly down after driving back from Virginia with Fuego." You hum, drumming your fingers along the side of the pool and blinking up at the stars, "Maybe I'll surprise him for his birthday."

"Oh!" Fanboy perks up, "Oh! We are so surprising him for his birthday, Coyote and Halo, you're helping me plan this, right?"

"Oh hell yeah." Halo raises her drink, "as long as Coyote lets me actually plan this time."

The two immediately start to argue and you laugh, turning your head to Jake who shrugs at them and splashes water their way, and the squawk Coyote lets out makes everyone laugh aloud. A few people leave the pool around this time, and 

"Thanks for showing us a different side of Bob," Fanboy calls as he hops into the pool behind Jake and you shrugged.

"That's the Bob I know." 

“You’ll see the Bob we know if you get on base,” Fanboy says, idly floating back over and swatting a mosquito away idly. And after about an hour, you're turning off the lights in the outdoor pool area before making your way to your small house in the back of the property. Making your way inside, and climbing up your temporary ladder, you see Bob finishing up packing in grey sweats and no shirt.

"A sight for sore eyes." You chime, giggling to yourself as you walked over to your dresser and picked out an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny shorts to sleep in. As usual.

"As are you." He hums, coming up behind you and planting a soft kiss on your jaw as he rocks you from side to side in the dim light of your small cozy bedroom, "I love you."

"Never stop saying that." You sigh, "I love you too, Robby. I love you so much, thank you for loving me, and trusting me."

"Thank you for giving me another chance, darlin'." He chuckles his response, watching as you turn around and press your hands to his chest as you smile at him and the feeling of his arms tight around your back.

"I dunno if you would've given me another choice, you were real willin' to give it all for me." You tease, and despite your smile, Bob's face hardens just a bit. It wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but you or his mom, but it makes you falter.

"If you told me no sternly, I'd walked away." He hums, bringing one hand up to cup your face, "I'm not Mike, and I'm not gonna let anyone love you as he did. No one is ever gonna put their hands on you like that again, darlin'."

You pause, blinking back the tears in your eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. He blinks into it, then sighs softly as you slowly pull back, "You're the only man I wanna love."

"Good." He squeezes your hips, then teasingly pops the side of his hand against your butt with a chuckle, "cause I don't want anyone else to have you."

"Now, lemme shower and do all my bedtime things before we can lay down." You smile and he nods, peppering a few kisses across your cheeks before you slip into the attached bathroom and do what you need to do. When you get back into your bedroom, Bob's laying down and texting on his phone. He perks up when you lay down beside him and bury yourself in the blankets as the fan rolls air across your room.

"How much longer until you leave?" You ask, nudging your face against his shoulder and blinking up at him. He smiles, kissing your hairline as he plops his phone down and watches you look up at him.

"Two hours." He rubs your arm, turning and kissing your head again, "I don't wanna leave you."

You sigh, "I know, honey. But hey, it won't be too long until I see you again. I'll be in California sometime after The Open, and we can just... live. No Mike, no stupid siblings, just us. And the Navy I guess."

"And the Navy." He laughs softly, letting you roll so you're practically on top of him. His arms wrap tightly around you and he peppers kisses along your skin. You lay there, letting him just gently kiss your skin and murmur compliments along your skin. Trying your hardest to not fall asleep, you blink slowly and grunt with agitation when you realize you can't stay awake as well as you want to.

"Go to sleep, alright? I'll wake you up before I leave." He murmurs, "I have a gift for you anyways, and I wanna say goodbye."

And despite you saying you won't, Bob watches as your eyes slip shut and your cheek smushes against his chest and he smiles as he adjusts the both of you until you're comfortable and then idly scrolls on his phone to pass the time. The sounds of the fan idly vibrating as it runs and your soft snores being his only company.

When his alarm to get ready to leave goes off, he shakes your shoulder softly. After a few grunts and complaints from you, he manages to get you to blearily wake up with the promise of his aforementioned gift. You rub your eyes and lazily sit up and yawn slowly as he pops his bag down and rustles through it before handing you something small and metal. The cold, rough feeling against your hands makes your eyes widen as you look at your hands.

"Dogtags?" you ask and Bob nods, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he takes the chain and unclasps it before lifting the tags up.

"I want you to have something to remember me by, Y/n... they accidentally gave me a second pair of dog tags during boot camp and I had to just live with it. I guess I was meant to give these to you, and..." He clips the chain on your neck and settles the dog tags between your collarbones. You blink up at him, trying to not burst into tears as you watch Bob's eyebrows lift up in an upset look. 

"Robby..?"

"No matter what happens to us I want you to have these because I love you more than I love breathing. I love you more than this job, my friends, or my entire livelihood. And I need you to have this because this.." he taps the metal, "This is me. And if you have it, I'm with you just like you're with me in the jet as that old ass photo."

"You have your own, right? In case something happens..?" You whisper and he nods, gently bringing his hands to your face and kissing your lips so softly, so tenderly that you wish you could hold him there forever.

"I love you." He whispers, "You hung the stars for me, and if you asked I'd lay down everything I know for you."

"That's a bit excessive." You tease, kissing him once more and his laugh makes your heart light up because who knew that you'd have this only a few days ago?

"Maybe." He shrugs with a dopey, half-awake smile, "but that's love."

"That's love." You agree, and when Jake comes to get Bob a few minutes later, he doesn't comment on the dog tags. None of the pilots do when you wish them all goodbye.

And you look into flights from Georgia to California and buy some silicone silencers after practice one day because god those things fucking click like mad. And Bob calls you every night, and sometimes the other pilots are there and when you miss him, all you have to do is put your hand over your chest where the dog tags are and everything feels alright again.

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Texts from My Universes [pt 3. all grown up]

my favorite verse (and horniest verse tbh--) bob x reader

what could go wrong w a little country boy in the navy? nothing actually he's a fucking angel (and then spoilers, he beats the shit outta this guy)

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songs that make me think of unwritten scenes in all grown up :)

while I'm on vacation, unable to write, have this fun little post to hold y'all over ! it's just a few scenes I have written out and planned for either the main all grown up story or for little tidbits in the same universe :D!

don't blame me - taylor swift: the fourth of july party, bob pov

concrete - lovejoy: the fourth of july party, y/n's pov >:)

leni - crystal castles: bob leaving for his deployment with questionable feelings still in the air

a pearl - mitski: drinking alone in the kitchen, wearing bob's jacket :)

dark red - steve lacy: drunken nights at the hard deck !!!!

505 - arctic monkeys: a birthday surprise visit (from either one)

mary on a cross - ghost: i don’t know but it makes me think of bob??

#all grown up twosroos #i love y'all #enjoy this #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader

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teaser for chapter two of all grown up :)!

bc y’all loved the first one—

So, against the burning in your stomach, you look to see him. And Robert Floyd has changed, drastically. He’s still wearing the same thin wired aviation style glasses, he doesn’t really need them for anything other than reading and flying— but he’d told you that fateful thanksgiving when he looked relatively the same in his bulky hoodie and jeans, that he liked to wear them because he’d ‘never forget them that way.’ Which wasn’t true because two days later you were shipping them to a Naval postal office in Nevada. His hair is much shorter now, no longer at it’s beautiful shoulder length you loved to run your hands through and braid or put up in little ponytails. His scruff was growing in a bit, like he was taking an opportunity to not shave now that he was home for a few weeks, and he had a newly healed scar across his lower jaw that still left some bruising by his ear. But other than that, he was still Robert. (Your Robby, you remember calling him as a kid, when you two were actually ‘married’ with Ring Pops you bought from the gas station at the end of the road.)

But one thing stuck out to you, in the summer heat he wore a thin white tee, and you could see every bit of muscle definition he had in store. Sure, he had always had a bit of muscle, and as a more reserved person you only got to see it when you went swimming or boating with him, but now it almost strained the old shirt.

“Hey Mols, Gennie.” He calls, his voice even having changed, losing a bit of its southern drawl. Then, he turns to where he hears your Mom complaining to Aster behind you, and catches your eye. He lets out a low whistle that makes a smile crack across your lips subconsciously.

“You’ve aged like a fine wine.” he calls, a b it of his drawl coming back as if it was magically reborn in his throat.

“So have you.” You reply, throat dry.

#robert bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #all grown up twosroos #yes i’m making a tag #robert bob floyd

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hi friends :D!

im gonna be writing the ending of (the main series) for AGU tonight, however I don't have any definitive posting times for any series because i've been hanigng out with friends and family a lot since getting back home!

however, because ily guyssss

teaser under the cut :)

"You call me at the first sign of trouble, okay?" He whispers, "Please."

"I will. I promise." You murmur and Bob leans forward to gently press his lips to yours, molding in perfectly.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Floyd." You murmur when the kiss pulls back, but something shifting behind you makes you remember the fact that Jake’s only a few feet from you. You blink, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jake?”

"You’re fucking?” He gapes.

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someone stole the charger for my laptop (not even my laptop, just the charger??) so im using my like eight year old mac and praying it holds on. still trying to get chap. 12 out by the end of this week, currently around 3k words in.

wish me luck guys,

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shannon not saying shit to rhinestone between the rodeo and the party is fucked up guys am i right

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i hope y'all liked chapter eleven :) chapter twelve should be out within the week, if i don't get too much school work :D!

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