#bob floyd x ofc

[mynameismckenziemae]

Underestimated

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x You/Reader/OFC

Summary: Being mistreated isn’t uncommon for a woman working in a male-dominated field, but Bob isn’t going to let it slide when he witnesses it happen to you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, military/mechanical inaccuracies (I’m assuming), misogyny, etc.

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For as long as you can remember, people (men) have underestimated you. Starting with your older brothers thinking you were an easy target, though they quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Next, your math teacher overlooked your intelligence because you were female. Your guidance counselor tried to persuade you away from the Navy after graduation because you weren’t tough enough for the military. The RDC laughed in your face the first day of boot camp, saying someone of your stature would never make it through; it sure felt good to see the smile fall from his face when you received ‘Outstanding’ marks in your physical readiness test.

But just because you were used to being underestimated; doesn’t mean it doesn’t get old.

It’s been two months since relocating to your hometown to be the lead aviation structural mechanic of North Island and none of the men you oversee have warmed up to you. The look of disappointment on your crew’s faces when you were introduced was obvious; your name was gender-neutral so they were counting on a male. You hadn’t expected them to befriend you, but you did expect respect; which was definitely lacking.

“A little help over here,” you call out, struggling to not lose your grip on the intake part you were trying to replace.

“Hello? Can someone help me?” You ask again a few minutes later, muscles trembling as it slides further off your shoulder. Not only would it hurt like a bitch if it lands on you, but it’s also not a cheap part if it bends or breaks.

“Equal pay for equal work, sweetheart. You can’t do the work yourself, you shouldn’t be here,” Jackson, the smug asshole, replies while the others chuckle in agreement.

“Fuck,” you grit out, trying not to panic as it begins to fall. But strong hands are helping you guide it into place. The same hands that have been on your mind since he dwarfed yours when he shook it on your first day.

Your attraction to the rest of him has only grown in the time since, along with your feelings; you adore his sweet, quiet demeanor. Natasha keeps telling you he feels the same way about you, but you haven’t built up the nerve yet to make a move.

“I’ll hold it here while you attach it,” Bob says softly near your ear. Your heart races as you do so, getting close enough that you can smell his signature leather and clean laundry scent.

Bob’s brows furrow as he watches your arms shake from the exertion. “How long were you holding this up?”

“About 5 minutes,” you reply, catching him shaking his head from the corner of your eye.

You’re done a moment later, sighing in relief when you put your arms down.

“Thanks,” you say as you set down your screwdriver and wipe your hands. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in his flight suit.

“No problem. Why didn’t you ask for help?” He asks as he wipes off his own.

“I did,” you sigh. “The boys here uh…aren’t too fond of me being their supervisor.”

“Why not?” He asks, perplexed.

“Because I’m a woman,” you reply with a shrug. “They don’t think I’m right for the job because I ask for help with lifting sometimes. Among other thing so I’m sure.”

His expression quickly turns angry.

“What’s up, Floyd?” Jackson says, smacking Bob on the shoulder. “If you need something worked on, you’re better off coming to me.”

“Why’s that?” Bob asks, shrugging his hand off and turning around.

“Come on, you know a woman’s place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant,” Jackson jokes.

But you’re not laughing. Neither is Bob.

“A woman’s place is wherever the hell she wants it to be, Jackson. I know you’re an idiot but I can’t believe you’re dumb enough to say something like that in front of me, but also your female commanding officer. I haven’t been impressed with the way you,” he stops and looks at the rest of the guys that have gathered around, “any of you have been treating her since she started but refusing to help her is going against direct orders. Not only could she have been injured, but the part she was holding costs more than a year’s salary for you.”

He steps closer to Jackson as he continues. “I’ll leave it up to her if she wants to report it, but if I ever see you disrespect her again, you’ll have to deal with me.”

You’re suddenly feeling hot and flustered as the crush you’ve been harboring intensifies as sweet, shy Bob defends your honor.

Jackson visibly gulps, nodding before he looks at you.

“Go home for the day,” you say with a glance at the clock before you begin to clean up your bay. “All of you are dismissed.”

“Look, I’m sorry-“ Jackson starts but you cut him off.

“Save it, Jackson,” you sigh. “I’m not going to report you, but I will if it happens again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies before scurrying away.

Bob follows you as you wash your hands in the sink, scrubbing the grease off. “Sorry, if I overstepped. I know you’re more than capable of standing up for yourself. I just can’t-“ he starts but you interrupt him as you dry your hands.

“You didn’t overstep. I appreciate it,” you assure him as you look over his shoulder to make sure everyone’s gone.

You take a step closer, bringing a hand up to play with the zipper of his flight suit.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull him to you for a kiss.

He freezes as your lips touch his, but only for a moment before he kisses you back; the tension that’s been building snapping in an instant.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he breathes as you kiss down his neck, groaning as you nip his collarbone.

“Me too,” you murmur against his neck before pulling back to take his hand. “Come on.”

You lead him to the parts room, unlocking the door and pushing him against it once closed, gasping into the kiss when you feel his thick erection pressing against your stomach.

He groans when your hand finds him next, palming him through his flight suit. You shiver before pulling down the zipper, wanting more of those delicious sounds.

“What are-oh God,” he sighs when you fall to your knees, flicking your tongue over the wet spot on his boxerbriefs to taste the precum.

“Wanna taste you,” you say, hands pausing by the waistband of his briefs. “Can I?”

You continue when he nods, gulping when his size is revealed to you. “So big,” you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lean forward to lick the precum beading.

“Fuck,” he whispers before his head falls back against the door with a thump and his hands fist at his sides when you suck him into your mouth.

You bring a hand up to stroke what can’t fit in your mouth and unzip your own coveralls with the other, slipping inside and between your legs to give yourself some relief. Your eyes fall close with a moan as you circle your clit.

“Oh-oh my God,” he gasps when you moan, his eyes zeroing in on what your hand is doing. “Are you touching yourself?”

Your eyes open and take in his wrecked expression before you hum around him.

“Ah…w-wait,” he pants, guiding you off him and to your feet. “I almost-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You smile as he spins you, pressing you to the door. You shiver as he leaves wet kisses down your neck and whimper when he sucks your nipple through the thin material of your sports bra.

“Next time,” you promise, stopping him as he starts to kneel. “Right now I want you inside me.”

He inhales sharply at your words and nods as he reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle as he puts it under the light while you slip your coveralls off.

“Making sure it’s not expired,” he replies with a chuckle. “It’s been in my wallet for a few years. It’s good for a few more months yet.”

“Good,” you reply, watching as he rolls it on.

You wrap your legs around his waist when he lifts you and lines himself up to your entrance.

Your mouth finds his as he pushes inside you, and you whimper at the sweet stretch.

“You feel like heaven” he whispers before trailing kisses to your shoulder as you adjust, withdrawing to push back in when you’re ready.

Now it’s your head that thunks against the door as he fucks into you at a steady pace, grunting softly into your neck with each deep thrust.

He pulls back to watch you through lust-heavy eyes as he wets his ring and pointer fingertips before sliding them between you to circle your clit. “Feel good?” He asks, voice husky.

“So good,” you moan, clenching around him as your release starts to build.

“Good,” he nods, “I want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Y-yes! Fuck, I’m close,” you whine, your hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

He leans in for another kiss and the change of the angle is all it takes for you to fall over the edge with a throaty moan.

Bob’s hips stutter and he fills the condom with a deep groan when you clench rhythmically around him.

He sets you down gently once you’ve caught your breath, making sure you’re steady on your feet before removing the condom. You pull your underwear back on while he zips up his suit.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks as he kneels, helping you step back into your uniform.

“I have a date with a load of laundry,” you joke. “Why, what’s up?”

“Think it’d be upset if you rescheduled?” He asks, leaning forward to press a kiss just above your bare knee, then halfway up your thigh as he pulls up the fabric. “You said I could do this,” he places a wet kiss to your clit through your underwear before continuing to rise, “next time. So I was thinking I could pick up takeout and we could have ‘next time’ tonight?”

“I like the way you think,” you reply with a smile, leading the way out of the hangar.

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A/N: Thank you @lexixstewart for the idea (again!) You have such good ideas! I hope you like it!

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs!

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

Full of Surprises - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by @galaxy-of-stories's post

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: virgin!bob x fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, hangman actually being a decent friend towards bob.

word count: 3k

minors dni below the cut

Bob chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched you from across the beach, his dark blue eyes watching you intensely from behind his wire framed glasses. He rarely took part in off-base activities with the rest of the Dagger squad, but today, he’d been coaxed out by Rooster and Phoenix to join the team for a relaxing beach day. What he didn’t know though, was that you would be there. You were Maverick’s niece, and Bob had pretty much instantly fallen for you. Smart, funny, beautiful and friendly - Bob thought you were the whole package. He loved the way your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about something you were interested in, the way your cheeks blushed whenever Maverick and Rooster started reminiscing about your childhood, having grown up playing with Rooster on occasion when you were little, and he loved the way you were so outgoing, and so unlike him. He always hated his incurable shyness, the fact that he struggled so hard to come out of his shell, he resented it, especially now that it made it next to impossible for him to hold a conversation with you. 

“Hey, Baby-on-Board, you coming?” 

Bob turned his head around to face one of the pilots on his squad, Hangman, calling over to him. Bob rolled his eyes at the nickname Hangman had given him and shook his head quickly, his cheeks turning red again. He prayed that the UV rays were strong enough that day that he could lie and say the reddening of his face was due to too much sun exposure, but he knew that wasn’t likely going to work as an excuse on anyone, much less Hangman. The tall blonde pilot raised an eyebrow at Bob as he folded his arms over his broad chest. 

“Jeez, Bagman, don’t you ever wear a shirt?” Bob laughed dryly as he poked fun at Hangman, who had long ditched his t-shirt to show off his sunkissed skin, trying desperately to attract any female attention he could get on the beach.

“Hey, at least I don’t keep mine on the whole time at the beach.” Hangman shrugged as he sat down on the sand beside Bob. “Why do you anyway? I mean, you do all the same workouts as the rest of us do. It’s because you’re covered in chest hair isn’t it?” Hangman smirked as he playfully shoved Bob, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes.

“No, I just don’t like to,” Bob shrugged his shoulders, “You know me, I’m not one to draw attention to myself.” 

“I hate to break it to you, Bobby, but you’ve definitely drawn someone’s attention,” Hangman grinned at him as he pointed towards you with his thumb as he spoke, “Mav’s niece hasn’t been able to stop herself from giving you the bedroom eyes, it’s hilarious that you haven’t noticed it yet though.”

“Bedroom eyes?” Bob laughed and shook his head, “What the hell are bedroom eyes?” 

“You know,” Hangman put his sunglasses atop his short blonde hair and grinned, imitating the lustful look he was referring to, the one he was so convinced you had for Bob.

“I have never seen anyone make that face in my life, Bagman. Are you bullshitting me?” Bob raised an eyebrow as he leaned back on his palms in the sand and sighed softly as he watched you again. The breeze blew your long hair back and the sunlight hit your tanned skin just right, making you appear to have a sunkissed glow. The sight alone was almost enough to drive Bob crazy. 

“Hah!” Hangman grinned as he pointed at Bob’s facial expression as he watched you, “You’re doing it to her right now!”

“I am not!” Bob protested, shaking his head. “Look, don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I know I’m a shitty wingman half the time, but this time, I’m making it my personal mission to be yours.” 

Bob sighed again as he rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn’t winning on this one, and Hangman wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. He just wasn’t ready to make a move on you yet. He’d had a handful of girlfriends over the years, but he’d never gone any further than making out for one reason or another, usually due to nerves. As badly as Bob wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to be humiliated in front of you.

“I’m fine,” Bob said through clenched teeth. 

“Dude, you can tell me what your hang up is. I’m not gonna go blab it, I promise,” Hangman said, placing his hand over his heart playfully to show that Bob’s secret would be safe with him.

“Fine…” Bob exhaled and shook his head, “I don’t know what the bedroom eyes are or anything because I’ve never, you know…gone to the bedroom…with anyone,” He said as he gave Hangman a pleading look, his facial expression begging him for some sympathy and compassion instead of the relentless teasing he expected from him.

“You mean, never?”

“Never. Not even close. I think I’ve made out with a girl once. I was like 18 though.” 

“Wow,” was all that Hangman could muster out.

“So now you get it?” Bob asked softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to ask her out. It’s that I’m scared I’ll screw it up because of that.”

Bob sighed and shook his head again as he stood up. He brushed the sand off his shorts and forced a laugh.

“I’m gonna head home, Hangman. See you later.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hangman laughed as he put a hand on Bob’s shoulder, his firm grip stopping Bob from walking away, “You’re at least gonna talk to this poor girl. She’s been interested in you the whole time she’s been here visiting Mav. Christ, even Mav’s noticed it,, and we all know how observant he is.”

“What if you’re wrong though and she’s not interested in me? Maybe she’s just being nice. I bet you’re more her type anyway.” Bob frowned.

“Me? No, she’s uh…she’s made it very clear I am not her type,” He laughed softly, shaking his head, “I tried. She outright told me “the cute guy with glasses” is her type. And how many guys with glasses are on our squad?”

“Just me…unless she meant sunglasses. Then it could be anyone.”

“Robert, I swear, you’re the dumbest guy I’ve ever met sometimes,” Hangman laughed as he rolled his eyes, “She meant you, jackass. She likes you. She told me. Now, what are you going to do with this information?”

“Talk to her…?” Bob tried, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he thought about it.

“Attaboy, Baby-on-Board, you got this,” Hangman grinned as he stood up, “Now, do me a favour? Try to look a little less like you’re about to shit your pants over this ok?” 

Bob rolled his eyes and took a deep breath as he approached you, a friendly smile on his lips as he nodded his head towards you. 

“Hi, I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself,” Bob offered his hand out to shake and smiled, “Lt. Robert Floyd, everyone calls me Bob, sometimes Bobby though.” 

“Hi Bob,” you grinned and shook his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you. My uncle’s told me a lot about you. You’re a WSO, right?”

“Yeah, I’m the backseater, it’s kinda fun, I’m a big nerd, so I get to use a lot of math in it to calculate where to aim the lasers and all that.”

You let out a giggle as he explained his role to you and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with you. Hours passed between the two of you conversing together, Hangman proudly watching Bob impress you from the background. After a while, the rest of the squad cleared out from the beach, leaving just you and Bob there by yourselves. It was beginning to get dark outside when you stood up beside Bob and smiled warmly.

“Want to come back to my aunt Penny’s? She’s not gonna care if I bring you over, she and Uncle Mav speak very highly of you. Aunt Penny always says you’re incredibly polite, and Uncle Mav called you a “good kid” so I doubt they’d mind if you came back to hangout for a little while.”

Bob nodded his head and smiled politely at you, the sunset making his eyes shine as he turned to face you. He leaned forward gently and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away after a moment and shook his head. 

“God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m not usually that forward. I mean, I wanted to, obviously,  I just normally ask first. And now I’m rambling, fuck sake,” He laughed and shook his head again.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, quieting his anxieties and insecurities as your lips met once again. He moved his lips in time with yours as he kissed you, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, as if he was asking permission for it to enter your mouth. Your tongues swirled together with passion and lust as you made your way across the sand and over to the front steps of your aunt and uncle’s home where you were staying, your lips barely breaking contact as you walked. You felt Bob put a hand gently on your waist as you pulled him inside through the patio door, into the sunroom where you were staying. You breathlessly pulled away from Bob to come up for air, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders as you did so. Bob, finding a sudden burst of confidence, grabbed you by the waist with one hand and pulled you into his body tightly, pressing his lips to your neck. As his lips found your sensitive spot on your neck, his hands palmed their way over your breasts, gently cupping them and squeezing them as he felt you up. 

“Mhmm, Bob,” you groaned softly as he made contact with your sensitive skin. 

Bob pulled away for a moment and frowned slightly, remembering his earlier confession to Hangman. He let out a deep exhale before turning to face you, his facial expression full of concern as he spoke.

“Listen, I have to tell you something before we go any further, ok?” His voice was quiet and low, almost in a whisper as he spoke.

You nodded in response and waited, listening intently as Bob spoke.

“I’ve never…you know,” He finally said.

“Never?”

“No, never.”

“Do you want to though…?” You asked after a few moments of contemplation.

Bob bit his lip and laughed softly as he nodded his head quickly. 

“Believe me, I really do.”

“Then I’m honoured to be your first,” You nodded your head and kissed his cheek gently.

His cheeks flushed a bright scarlet red as you spoke. Without further hesitation, Bob leaned in and kissed you passionately again, tangling his fingers gently in your hair as he pulled you in closer to him. He pulled away ever so slightly as he spoke and laughed nervously.

“You’re going to have to tell me if I’m doing any of this right, ok? Kissing is about the only thing I know how to do.”

You giggled softly as you nodded your head reassuringly to Bob as he drifted his lips down your neck to your collarbone. He gently ran his hand up your leg, his fingers brushing against the hemline of your sundress as his hand drifted slowly up your thigh. You felt him take a deep breath as he pressed his lips to your collarbone again, his fingertips grazing your underwear gently. He looked up at you without saying a word, his lips still hovering above your collarbone, as if to ask for permission to keep going. You bit your lip, holding back a grin as you nodded your head, giving him the signal to continue.

Bob’s fingertips grazed against the dampening fabric of your underwear again, moaning softly into your collarbone, he looked up at you as he slowly dragged them down off your legs and laughed softly. 

“Wow.” he said, trying to hide his mix of arousal and curiosity, “You’re uh…you’re pretty into this, aren’t you?” He laughed as he tossed your underwear to the floor. 

“Mhmm,” You smirked at him as you guided his hand, his fingers gently brushing against your folds, feeling your arousal as it began to gather on you. 

“Shit,” Bob laughed softly as he shook his head, “This is where I start to not know what I’m doing.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Everyone has a first time, Bob, I’ll show you what to do,” You smiled reassuringly at him as you continued to guide his hand along your core. He smirked as his wandering hand found your clit, two of his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub as he discovered it. The sound that fell from your lips was almost enough to make Bob lose all self-control on the spot. He arched his eyebrow at you as he continued to gently draw circles on it with his finger. 

“Y-you can use your mouth there too,” you nodded, trying your best to think clearly as he pleasured you.

Bob bit his lip gently as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his glasses off and sat them beside your leg as he ducked his head down in between your legs. He gently pressed soft kisses to your folds, his tongue carefully lapping up your wet arousal as he kissed at you. You let out a loud moan as Bob’s lips made contact, but before he could lift his head up to see if you were ok, your hand was grabbing a handful of his sandy blonde hair, pulling his head into you gently to tell him to keep going.

Taking the hint, Bob continued to leave soft kisses on you, grinning as he heard you moan out. 

“Feels s’good, honey, keep doing that,” You encouraged as he began using his lips to suck at your sensitive clit, your hips bucking upwards against his mouth, your body craving being as close to him as humanly possible.

Your compliment to Bob’s skill turned something on in him, and suddenly, he began moving his lips in the same rhythm but with more passion, like he’d just discovered his God-given talent on this earth was using his mouth to pleasure you into oblivion. As you reached your boiling point, Bob continued to lap his tongue at you, his lips sucking on your clit as you rode it out. He pulled his mouth away from you before pulling his t-shirt over his head. He wiped his mouth on his shirt before discarding it to the floor and working to unbuckle his belt before dropping his shorts to the ground. His boxers were tenting with arousal as he looked down at you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“Do you…do we need anything?” He asked as he tried build up the confidence to do what he was about to.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” You nodded your head and laughed softly, “So you’re good.”

“Right,” Bob chuckled softly as he nodded his head before peeling his boxer briefs down off his body. 

Bob stroked his length before lining his hips up with yours. He took a deep breath and looked to you for an indication that you were ready, that you were sure you wanted to go through with this. As you flitted your gaze to him, biting your lip as you sized him up, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Bob looked at you, somewhat mortified as his eyes widened.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just…bigger than I’d pictured, if you get me. You might need to take a pause once you get started so I can adjust to you, mkay?”

“Gotcha, don’t worry darlin’,” Bob nodded knowingly and laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Bob lined his hips up with yours and gently pushed himself into you. As promised, he paused for you to adjust to his size, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to start. Once he heard you give the ok, he began thrusting his hips in and out of you, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he felt your body tighten around him, your arousal dripping from you and onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned as he thrusted deeper into you, finding his rhythm, “You feel so good, darlin’.”

“Keep going, baby,” you purred at him, encouraging him to continue before throwing your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name loudly.

Bob felt your walls clenching against him, gripping his erection tightly as he pumped himself in and out of your body. He felt as you arched your back against the bed, bucking your hips upwards into his thrusts as you came close to your climax again. He groaned loudly in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and more frantic.

“Fuck, darlin’, I’m so close,” He hissed as he let out another flurry of sinful sounding moans and grunts as he came.

The two of you sighed in unison as you rode your pleasure out together. Bob panted as he pulled himself out of you, his cheeks red from breathlessness as he tried to compose himself. He hovered over you, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. You pressed your lips to his passionately, moaning softly against them as your overstimulated body struggled between wanting more from him, and wanting to take a break.

“How was I for my first time then?” He grinned at you. 

“I never would have believed you if you told me that was your first time after we’d done it. I also don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before this either.”

Bob smirked as he laid himself down beside you in bed, putting his glasses back on.

“Well, apparently I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?

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[bobgasm]

kingpin masterlist

ROBERT “BOB” FLOYD X OFC!EMERY YOUNG

MOB!AU

summary: in which responding to an advert for a job lands a down-on-her-luck accountant in bed with the local mob—in more ways than one… alternatively: in which he runs this motherfucking town warnings: eventual smut, nsfw [18+ only], alcohol, violence, character death, slow burn, slight age gap [f24/m30], suspicious behaviour, general mob shit word count: [tbd]

author’s note: well, well, well. if it isn’t user bobgasm with a new fic

ongoing | masterlist

⦾ prologue ⦾ one ⦾ two ⦾ three ⦾ four ⦾ five ⦾ six ⦾ seven ⦾ eight ⦾ nine ⦾ ten ⦾ eleven ⦾ twelve ⦾ thirteen ⦾ fourteen ⦾ fifteen ⦾ sixteen ⦾ seventeen ⦾ eighteen ⦾ nineteen ⦾ twenty more to be added…

other content:

bought a hat moodboard gun for hire moodboard kingpin moodboard underboss moodboard kingpin playlist

oneshots:

⦾ bought a hat [fanboy] ⦾ gun for hire [hangman] ⦾ roll with the punches [payback] ⦾ underboss [coyote] ⦾ you and me [bob]

want more mafia!tgm? check out:

⦾ by the skin of your teeth by @goldenseresinretriever ⦾ illicit affairs by @bobfloydsbabe ⦾ two birds by @sailor-aviator

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[fridamoss]

Is This Love (That I'm Feelin'?) | Bob Floyd x Loot (Part 1)

Archive of Our Own // Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary:  Bob Floyd is a quiet man, who thinks he will never be noticed, especially by you.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,802

Bob told himself to stop looking.

You were only a few feet away from him, holding a glass of wine but never taking a sip, your hair tossed over your shoulder while you laughed softly at what Hangman was saying.

You'd glanced about the room during a lull in the conversation, your eyes landing right on him. Bob cleared his throat and leaned his elbow on the wall. You looked him over and just as soon as he raised a smile, you'd looked away again.

He half wanted to the floor to open up and swallow him, he wondered where the part of him that had the quiet confidence he kept for moments like these was tonight, if only he could muster it, he'd go over there and introduce himself.

From the second he'd seen you that morning at the base two months ago, his stomach started doing somersaults, you were so beautiful. Your smile came easy, no matter who you met, you smiled. So far, Bob had only managed a few words to you, a hello, a good mornin' and a 'how about that weather.' He'd kicked himself over that one.

Tonights gathering was when he'd planned to say more, he'd have to!

Fanboy had been egging him on for days, ever the supportive friend. Every time you'd pass each other in the hallway, Bob would nod in acknowledgement and die a little inside when you'd give him that smile.

Boy, what a smile you had. Bob shook his head a little, standing up straight when Fanboy appeared in his line of sight.

'Get your damn arm off that wall, Bob and go talk to her.'

'I can't, she's talking to Hangman.' Bob was moping now, wishing he could go home.

'He talks to everyone, don't pay him any attention, get your ass over there.'

'In a minute.' He needed some dutch courage.

Bob took a long gulp of his beer, too late to swallow though; you had suddenly turned around and were headed straight toward them. A small dribble ran down his chin, Bob quickly wiped it with the back of his hand before you noticed.

'Fanboy, that is a nice shirt,' your voice was deeper than Bob expected. Fanboy pointed to his black tee with the Star Trek Enterprise emblazoned on the front.

'I should have known you were a fan, Loot.' Fanboy motioned to Bob. 'This is Bob.'

That's it, that was in the introduction.

Bob was hoping his eyes said 'I'll kill you Garcia.'

'The quiet WSO.' You raised one side of your mouth into a knowing smile.

So she had noticed him. Bob lifted his beer in a half greeting.

'Nice to meet you....Loot?!'

Bob took the hand that was offered. 'Firm handshake.' She commented, looking to Fanboy, who winked at Bob and walked away towards another group of aviators.

'You're a pilot?'

Before you had a chance to answer, Bob's brain started glitching.

'Why, Loot? Sorry,' he grinned, 'I've seen you around, but I haven't had a chance to talk to you. I don't really know many people yet.'

'Yeah, I'm a pilot.' There was a softness in your tone.

Bob looked up shyly, meeting your gaze. You had a slight curl to your lips, as if you were enjoying how awkward he felt.

'My callsign isn't Loot, by the way, that's just something Fanboy calls me. He doesn't actually know my name. Just lieutenant...loot.'

'Oh shit, I get it.' Bob giggled. 'They call me Bob, cuz my name is Bob.'

His elbow was edging up the wall again, he couldn't help himself.

'I have noticed you around, you know. You're probably the only person who hasn't introduced themselves.'

'Ahh, I'm just a bit quiet, I like to hang back.'

'Quiet is nice, most people in our line of business love talking.' Motioning with your eyes to the throng of people surrounding Hangman.

'I saw a snack table in the other room, fancy getting a cup of peanuts, Bob?'

You said his name so goddamn sweet, your voice was like smoked honey. In a split second, he imagined you laying back on his bed, your hair across his pillow, eyes closed, his hands everywhere.

Bob cleared his throat, 'sure, sure. Lead the way.'

Glancing behind him as he left the room, he saw Fanboy giving him two thumbs up. Bob gave him a small nod, hoping not to lose you in the mix of bodies.

'Jackpot,' you shimmied through two tall men, who stopped their conversation to make comments to you that made the colour rise in Bob's cheeks.

'Does that bother you?' Bob had a pained expression, she noticed.

'No, it doesn't. It would bother me if you said it.'

Bob's mouth made a funny noise, he didn't really know what it was.

'I would never say that,' he responded quietly.

'Not the right setting,' you leaned in to him and smirked.

'Right,' Bob tried to hide a smile. Add that to the sinful mix of thoughts he'd had about you every single night.

Pretty smile, big eyes, hair that should belong to a Disney princess and a soft sultry voice. You were his dream woman. And you were a little bit dirty. Bob thought if he looked down at his pants, he might have the beginnings of a hard on.

Don't think nasty thoughts while she's here, it's not polite. He chastised himself.

'Nuts.' A cup of hot nuts were pressed into his hand.

'I need another...' You held up your glass. 'Oh, go right ahead.' Bob figured you were dismissing him.

'You want one?' Raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow while he stood there gawping.

'Uh huh,' was what he managed.

'Are you here with friends?' Bob had to shout to be heard.

You shook your head, 'literally just thought I'd come for one and go home. I'm only a few minutes walk away from my apartment.'

'I'm glad you came for one drink.' Bob tipped the neck of his beer bottle against your glass.

'I'm glad too,' for a second, Bob thought you might have looked a little bashful. It was these rare moments when Bob felt like he could take the lead, the quiet confident Bob finally rose from the dead. He wrapped two fingers around your wrist and tipped his head towards the open patio doors.

There were still a lot of people moving around, even out here on the sand. Bob let go of you as soon as you had started walking away from the crowd. 'I'm not bein' creepy, I just wanted to talk to you outside of...that' he gestured back at the house. The party had really taken off in the last hour.

'Reminds me of my college days.' You stopped at the entrance to the board walk, looking to him for the ok to keep going. There was only a short walk to the edge where you could look out across the water.

Bob was quiet again, his eyes on you but his head down a little.

'I get the feeling that if you think you look at me, I'm going to smash into a thousand little pieces,' you teased.

That received a chime of laughter. 'Nah, it's just that, you're real nice and I'm not great with this,' Bob pushed his glasses up his nose.

'That's the cutest goddamn thing.' Your voice suddenly serious.

'What is?' Bob fumbled again.

'Your glasses, man, have you not seen yourself'?

It was meant as a compliment, but Bob felt his body shrinking. People always teased him about wearing glasses, it was never something girls liked.

'You...like my glasses?'

A laughed bubbled up out of you. 'Not just them, you, Bob. I've seen you on the base. You walk around as if no one in the world ever sees you.' You sigh, biting your lip.

Bob saw himself moving in and covering your mouth with his own, but to his surprise, it was you leaning in, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek.

One slight breeze and he would have been knocked over onto his ass, such was his surprise.

A hope was rising in him, sure you'd spent the last half hour with him and only him but could he maybe ask to see you again?

'How about we meet sometime, that's not a loud party with a load of people I don't wanna hang with?'

Bob couldn't believe he had said it...and that you weren't laughing in his face.

'I'd like that.'

'Umm, can I have your number?' Bob reached into his pocket to grab his phone.

You saw the group photo of the dagger squad on his screen and felt yourself melt a little.

Bob watched you quickly type in your number and hand the phone back to him.

'Be sure to send me a message when you want to see me.'

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Bob swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing noticeably.

'Sure,' he spluttered.

'Could you walk me home a bit of the way?' It was getting late and training wouldn't be delayed because of anyones sore head in the morning.

'I'll walk you home all the way, if you'd like,' Bob put his beer bottle on the ledge, his eyes on you, but he missed by a half inch. The bottle slipped out of his hand and landed in the water with a loud splosh.

Snorting a laugh, you joined Bob in leaning out and watching the ripples spread out until they disappeared into the dark.

'Let's pretend that didn't happen.' Bob looked a little panicked.

'I saw nothing,' you turned on your heel, hearing his hurried footsteps to catch up with you.

You weren't joking when you said you only lived a few houses down, Bob hadn't had time to start up a conversation before you were at your front door.

'Remember to call me, Bob.'

'I will absolutely do that,' he was smiling from ear to ear, watching you walk away from him, giving you a wave when you turned to say goodnight.

Bob didn't remember his feet touching the ground on the walk back to the party. Nor did he really remember Fanboy throwing his arm around his shoulders and walking back to their shared apartment.

He lay on his bed, his thoughts full of you, how you said his name; like it wasn't the most boring name she'd ever heard on the plainest man she'd ever met.

Bob did remember unlocking his phone and pressing the big green button next to the name 'Loot.'

You answered after two rings, voice heavenly to his ears in the new quiet of his room.

Eyes closed, he swallowed hard, finding the strongest voice he'd ever had, 'meet me for dinner tomorrow night.'

Part 2

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x ofc #robert 'bob' floyd #tg:maverick #top gun #top gun maverick #fanboy #hangman #top gun fiction #top gun:maverick fiction #bob floyd fluff #Is this the love

[ellariasand]

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐫. 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bob floyd is spectacularly good at hustling people at pool, and only one girl in the entire bar takes notice. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bob floyd/original female character 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: g 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: n/a 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.8k who the fuck am i 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: big ol' shoutout to my girls @constellation-savvy, @snoopdogghasjeansanddresses, and @callsignbob for proofing/losing their minds over this with me!! and big thanks to sav for commissioning this, writing a soft boy after weeks of hangman was a lot of fun.

Why the fuck anybody wanted to hang out at a bar when the beach was right there, Julie didn’t know. 

Maybe it was the fact that she’d grown up on the beach that made her think that. It had been the Florida coast, and not California, sure, but she didn’t think it made much of a difference. If anything, it should’ve been even more appealing here, where the San Diego air didn’t feel like walking through soup when you stepped outside. The water was glittering, the sand was soft, and the beach near the military base was emptier than any she’d seen in years. 

And yet here she was, sitting with a bunch of cohorts at a bar, with her back against a jukebox that was blaring out some garbage Foghat song.

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

#top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #bob floyd x oc #bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd x reader #lewis pullman #my work #maggie.txt

[beckwritesfiction]

Slow Ride - Chapter 3

CHAPTER INDEX: X

Notes: If you liked the first two chapters even a little, you'll love this one. x

Summary: Henrietta gets a glimpse of something rare: soft Hangman.

Word Count: 2.1k

DAY ONE: HENRIETTA

“They made me sign an NDA,” Hen said, never having been so involved before.  What was so secret that she would have to sign away her right to speak about it?  Surely, if she were writing a book, she couldn’t put the details in it.  Unless that book made so much money she could pay the hundreds of thousands of dollars they’d sue her for.  

“That was part of the deal for bringing you along,” Mav replied, taking the folder from her.  She’d carefully crafted lesson plans based on his notes.  He told himself he’d stick to them for her and all of her effort, but that was unlikely.

When they entered the training area, she could see the back of Hangman’s head right away.  The sight of it made her want to ignore him until the day they left.  Where the resentment was coming from, she wasn’t completely sure.  Only a small percentage was making fun of her name.  Maybe the rest was him assuming they’d sleep together.  

As Maverick began his speech, she could see eyes on her every now and then.  It seemed he covered every base except who she was.  Hangman was the first to ask the question.

“Excuse me, but is she a civilian?” he asked, gesturing towards Hen.  “Since when were civies part of training?”

“She’s a crucial part of this process,” Mav said dismissively before moving on.  Even when she felt his eyes on her, she did her best to look anywhere else.  The one time their eyes did meet, his smile widening just a little bit more.  For someone who smiled a lot, she thought, he seemed anything but happy.  He felt smug to her.  

The flying wasn’t something she could supervise except in a control room, but she was happy to sit in the air conditioning with the others.  She made notes from the radio broadcasts, even though Maverick’s memory was still sharp.  She needed to be needed, and he was going to make her feel that.

When Hondo was called for a meeting, she took over with counting the pushups.  Payback’s suggestion that whoever gets shot down would have to do two hundred pushups wasn’t unanimously agreed upon, but everyone was paying for it. That’s how she ended up being one of the last ones on the tarmac.  Rooster was the only one that still owed pushups.  She stopped counting at ninety-five.  “You can stop now,” she said, although it did nothing.  “Brad, stop.”  A few moments passed by, and she sighed.  “What are you trying to prove?  Mav’s not here.”

“It doesn’t change the fact…” he went down again, his arms shaking.  “He pulled my papers.”

“That sucks, but you’re here now.  You have to get over it.”

He finally stood up, unsteady at first.  Despite this, she didn’t back up.  “What about you?  Why are you here?  You’re his assistant?  Do you just follow him around all the time now?”  She went to say something, then stopped herself.  His tone was softer. “It’s weird at this point.  You’ve gotta go…do other things.”

“I am doing other things.  And at least I’m not acting like an asshole right now.  Have you ever considered I’m doing this for a reason?  Just because you’re upset about him pulling your papers doesn’t mean you get to say it’s weird.  This is me doing something.  It’s weird to you, but it’s the best I can do.  Maybe you’d know if you answered your phone.”

“Henri,” he sighed, reaching for her but missing.  “Henri, come on!” he called after her.

“Excuse me,” she said as she passed Phoenix, not wanting to stand around and talk while she felt like crying.  

“Do you two know each other?” Phoenix asked.

“She’s like my sister.  We grew up together.”

When the elevator was out of service, she decided to take the stairs.  Never having been to her room yet, she got off on the wrong floor.  The voices should’ve been the dead giveaway.  There was music playing, doors open and it smelled like someone was cooking.  The first actual person she saw was the only one she didn’t want to see.  

Hangman.  In only a towel, resting dangerously low on his hips.

“Don’t mind me.  I’m just a civilian passing through,” she said, trying to keep her eyes fixed on his.  

“Need anything?” he asked.

“Not from you.”

Hen turned to walk back down the stairs, only for Rooster and Phoenix to come through the doors.  She turned back around, forgetting Hangman was there for a split second. He seemed a little too pleased.  

“Where’s Maverick?” she asked, knowing that if either of them would know, it would be him.

“Got called into Admiral Simpson’s office.”  

Without thanking Hangman, she left.  She also didn’t look twice at Rooster. 

After what felt like hours, she decided to check on Maverick.  She knocked lightly on his door, but heard nothing.  He was either asleep or not there.  The empty room wasn’t what bothered her.  Any room near him was better than one where she was alone again.  She went down the hall to their kitchen, the floor she and Mav were assigned to exactly like the one below.  With not a single item in the fridge, she knew they expected them to share a kitchen with everyone else.  

She crept down the stairs, unsure of why she was sneaking around.  It wasn’t like she wasn’t allowed to be there.  But she felt like she didn’t belong.  She realized then it was one of the first nights where she hadn’t eaten dinner with Maverick.  It was the reason she hadn’t eaten at all.

After washing a bunch of grapes, she put a pot of water on the stove to boil.  She sat at one of the tables, the only sounds in the area the gas flame on the stove and the clicking of the keys on her laptop.  When someone rounded the corner, she nearly jumped.  Even in the dim light, she could see his smile.

“You can turn a light on if you want.”  His voice was quiet, and she was sure that meant most of the others were sleeping.  

“I don’t really need to.  I like it like this.  I work better at night.  When you turn the light on, it might as well be daytime.”

He nodded, sitting down across from her.  “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he began, causing her to stop typing.  She looked at him from over her laptop, waiting for him to elaborate.  “I wasn’t making fun of your name.  I just thought it was…cute.”

“Okay,” she said slowly, unsure of what to do with this information.  This was not like the last time they spoke.  There would be no alcohol, no chance of him getting laid.  If he was talking to her now, he had another motive.  “Thanks for clarifying.”  She took another grape, eating it before going back to typing.

He looked around, each click of the keyboard making it harder for him to find something else to say.  “Do you have a last name?”

“I don’t even know your last name, and you’re asking me mine?”

“It’s Sersin.”

She hesitated, knowing if she told him her last name, there was a chance he’d connect the dots.  If he knew who her parents were, he’d know what happened to them, and then he’d probably pity her, or worse: he’d want her to talk about it.  Even if he seemed self-satisfied, he also seemed smart. The sound of boiling water had never sounded better to her. “Excuse me.  I have dinner to cook.”  When she stood, he mirrored her.

“I can cook for you, and you can keep talking,” he offered.

“No, thanks.”  The smile she offered was not one that implied she was genuinely touched by his generosity.  She felt him behind her after she poured the noodles into the water. She searched for a ladle to no avail, still choosing to ignore the fact that he was there.  It was only after she opened several drawers that she turned to face him.  “Why are you breathing down my neck?”

He held the ladle out for her to take, only offering her a smile in response.  “I thought you might need this.”

“What are you doing up?  Don’t you have to be awake at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning?”

He waited a moment before shrugging. “If you can’t sleep, you can’t sleep.”  As she stirred the pasta, he gave her some space.  His eyes were drawn to the glow of her laptop screen.  Whatever she was doing, it wasn’t homework.  “What’s this?” he asked as he put his hands on the back of the chair.

In the blink of an eye, she’d inserted herself between him and the laptop, closing it before he could make out any words.  He straightened as she turned to face him.  Neither one was going to back out now.

“What do you not want me to read that badly?”

“It’s personal.”

He laughed, nodding slowly.  “Now you’re forcing me to fill in the blanks.  That could be anything.”

“You’re right.  It could be absolutely anything.”

Then she moved, knowing the pasta didn’t need to be stirred, but acting as though it did.

“You know, if you want good pasta, you’ve gotta let it rest.  You can’t just keep stirring it.”

“You know how to cook?”  She seemed amused as his arm brushed against her shoulder.  He reached for the salt grinder, holding it over the water giving it a few twists.  His arms were close to her, impossible to ignore.  Each time, his muscles flexed.  Even though she was focused on the water, she could see them out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you ruining my dinner?”

He looked over at her, laughing. “Ruining your dinner?  I’m salting the water, something you forgot to do.”

“Who salts their water?”

“I’m not ruining your dinner, I’m making it better.”  She said nothing, instead leaning against the counter.  “Have you never really salted your pasta?”

“Are you one of those people that actually knows what al dente means?”

“Yes, I do.  I’ll show you how;  I’m afraid you’ve already ruined this, but I’ll fix it for you.”

While she almost accepted, she still only heard the insult.  Why was he always insulting her?  Even when it felt like maybe he was being nice, it was backhanded.  How has she ruined her pasta?  She didn’t even know you could ruin pasta.  In the silence, as she contemplated her comeback, somehow he made things worse.

“Hand me a grape?” 

“One of my grapes?”

He looked back at her, nodding.  She reached for the bowl, holding it in her hands.  She took one from the bowl, putting it in her mouth.  Then another.  He watched her, waiting, but she never offered him one.  When it started to feel weird, she went back to the table, sitting down again.  

After a painful period of silence, Hangman said, “You can be my sous chef.  Get the sauce.”

She went for the sauce on the counter, now somewhat amused.  “What’s a soup chef?”

“Sous chef.  Like an assistant to the chef.”

“Or you could just call me your WSO.” 

“How do you know what that is, but not what a sous chef is?”

“I picked up a few things working for Mav.”

“How long have you been working for him?”

“A few months.  He’s my uncle.”

The previous night made more sense now.  She was there because of him, not because she preferred studying in the corner booth of a bar.  “I’ve never heard of a Captain having an assistant before.”

“Well, he does.”  She was more focused on the sauce, having tried and failed to open it several times.  He turned the burner off.  While he strained the pasta, she tried again and again, trying so hard that her hand hurt.  When he brought the pot back to the stove, he looked over at her expectantly.

“Do you…want me to open it for you?”

“Maybe I don’t want sauce,” she suggested.  

“So you don’t salt your pasta, and you don’t eat sauce. You just eat plain noodles?” 

At that, she shoved the jar at his chest, busying herself with finding a bowl.

When they were finally at the table, she was surprised that he didn’t take any for himself.  She had made more than she intended.  Rather than opening her laptop again, feeling it would be rude at that point, she ate in silence, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching her so closely.

“Thoughts?” he finally asked.

“I don’t hate it.  It’s…flavorful.  I’m not sure how to describe it.”

“Why do I have a strong suspicion that you can’t tell me what you like about this because you only put butter on your pasta?”

“Do you hate butter?”

“No, I just can’t have butter most of the time.  I also can’t have that.”

“Life without butter?  That’s gotta be hard.  Is that why you’re always sort of an asshole?”

Taken aback for the first time in a very long time, he laughed.  “One of many reasons.”  When he smiled, she felt herself reflexively clench her jaw.  It seemed like he was proud, and she hated that.  Whatever moment they just had, if any, now felt like would mean nothing.  It always went back to him being an asshole.  

“I know how to ruin pasta, but you, Strawman… you know how to ruin moments.”  Taking her laptop and her bowl, she got up.  She could have looked back when she walked past him, leaving him with the mess he made, but she didn’t.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd #bob floyd fanfiction #hangman #hangman fanfiction #hangman x oc #hangman x reader #bob floyd x reader #top gun phoenix #top gun rooster

[fknmoonmoon]

Grass

A/N hi hello as usual I’m late to a fandom but Bob Floyd is an 11/10 spouse even though he’s dragged his wife to the middle of fkng nowhere and there’s no fkng grass. A seventy-two is military speak for a three day weekend.

Warnings: swears, b/c sailors. 580 words. prolly bad.

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There’s no grass in the desert. She doesn’t mind the smothering heat; she doesn’t mind having to drive an hour or more for a decent restaurant meal. The drive back west to the ocean isn’t a bad one. Hell, there’s a Starbucks in the base exchange - she can still get her fake pumpkin fix come September. 

But one morning her mom sends her pictures of her dad tinkering with the lawnmower he refuses to replace, the one that’s older than even her oldest nephew, and it hits her that she hasn’t smelled a fresh cut lawn in a year. 

“Sausage or bacon,” Bob calls from the kitchen. 

She tries to swallow down the lump in her throat. You aren’t crying over fucking grass. “Just coffee.” She hears him shut the fridge, his footsteps behind her before his arms come around her chest in a loose hug.

“You ok?” He rests his chin on her shoulder.

“Just not hungry.” 

“Ok.” He doesn’t believe that at all. He angles his face towards her, pecks a sweet kiss to her cheek, squeezes her for a second. “I’ll bring you some coffee.” 

Bob Floyd got home at three in the morning, and still got out of bed at eight to make her breakfast. That’s why she’s all these hundreds of miles away from home, she reminds herself, from her dog and her family and grass.

“I need to sleep a little more,” he says when he sets her mug and his plate on the coffee table and settles in beside her. She’s not sure why they even bothered buying a dining room set; they always eat in here, smushed together on the sofa. “But what if later we took a drive back to the coast? They gave us a surprise seventy-two, we could get a hotel.”

“Don’t you need permission?” 

“It’s in bounds,” he says around a mouthful of bacon. “Just gotta tell the XO I’m going.” He reaches for her mug. “Left mine in the kitchen.” She smiles as he forces down a sip. She drinks it black, and he hates it. “You look sad, baby.”

“Just a little homesick.” She’s annoyed at the tears that gather at her waterline, and Bob’s face falls. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Hush.” She wipes at her face, steals a piece of bacon from his plate. “Change of scenery will fix it.” She returns his kiss from earlier. “Mom sent me a picture of Dad and the lawnmower, I just got a little sad. I miss.. the way home smells.” She’s not going to tell him she’s crying because sand doesn’t smell right.

“We should get him a riding mower for Christmas.” Bob stands to bring his plate to the sink, and she follows him. “He won’t use it, but it’ll be there.” When he turns back from the sink he brings her into his arms, resting against the counter for a long moment. He’s tall, and broad, and he’s put on some muscle out here, but he’s still so soft and comforting. She thinks they might fall asleep standing there in the kitchen.

“Let’s go back to bed,” she murmurs. Later they’ll drive to the ocean, hit her favorite taco truck for dinner, fall asleep to the sounds of the waves and the gulls, and they’ll both feel a little better. 

And a few days later, a box full of candles that smell just like the lawn after her dad’s cut it will arrive, and she’ll cry over fucking grass.

#bob Floyd fic #bob floyd one shot #tgm fic #bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd fanfiction #precious angel baby bob who's also a Dom ok

[coyotesamachado]

Picture Perfect Porcelain

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader/Original Female Character

Her arm curls around the door so it’s lined up along the edge of it, Bob thinks he sees a droplet of water track from her wrist back down to her elbow, but his glasses are back in his locker and he really wishes they weren’t right now. He swallows thickly, because it’s different when he knows she’s naked behind there as opposed to it being salt water after she had been thrown into the ocean by Coyote during dogfight football.

Basically, I love hot showers.

Title is from Ever After by Marianas Trench.

Callsign is Mist.

This is cross posted from my AO3, link in the source.

WC: 2907.

Warnings: 18+, smut, hot showers, girl can’t deep throat, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, rooster is a menace.

Walking into the shower room, Bob could kick himself. She always waits until everyone else is finished with their showers, because she likes to have hot showers, the kind of ones that turn the room into a sauna, and leave no hot water for anyone else. Apparently, he hadn’t been fast enough though, because Mist is in here and he still hasn’t had a shower.

The door closes behind him and he flinches as the resounding bang echoes around the room. He hears her gasp, and she’s opening the door to her stall and peaking her head out.

“Bob! Shit, sorry, I was told everyone had been through already, I’ll finish up,” she rushes out.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just have a cold one. I don’t mind,” he says quickly, trying to placate the situation because he doesn’t want to take away her shower time. His own are a moment to decompress from the day, and since she tends to take the longest and the hottest whenever she has the chance, he can only imagine that it’s the same for Mist. Her arm curls around the door so it’s lined up along the edge of it, Bob thinks he sees a droplet of water track from her wrist back down to her elbow, but his glasses are back in his locker and he really wishes they weren’t right now. He swallows thickly, because it’s different when he knows she’s naked behind there as opposed to it being salt water after she had been thrown into the ocean by Coyote during dogfight football.

“No seriously, just give me a minute and I'll wash all this soap off and then it’s all yours, plenty of water left.”

She pulls her arm back and goes to lock the door behind her when Bob speaks again, it’s so soft that she can barely hear him.

“What was that?” she calls out, her voice singing out over the noise of the shower.

Bob rubs the back of his neck, wondering whether he should repeat himself or just let those words disappear with the steam.

“Bob?”

This was going to end badly, he could tell.

“What if...”

The door opens again, her head and shoulder appear before him. While he wishes he had the kind of easy assurance that Hangman does to ask for what he wants, he doesn’t. It deflates him a little and he sighs.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be out in the locker room when you’re done,” he says, turning away from her and going to walk out.

“Wait! Were you... Are you... Will you...” she stutters, and she wishes she had the kind confidence that Phoenix has, to say what she wants without stuttering over it.

The steam is still thick around them, but it feels thicker than it had a minute ago.

“Bob, what if you just joined me, instead of waiting or...” she trails off again, and it’s so difficult to just put herself out there.

He turns back to her, and the door is open a little more, her collarbone now in his line of sight and he feels ridiculously overdressed. He stands there staring at her a beat too long and she breaths a long sigh.

“Sorry Bob, I just, I promise I’m nearly done, just forget what I said.”

It’s the door closing again that pulls Bob from his head and he’s dragging his shirt over his head, and unbuttoning his pants as he walks over. The shower turns off before he can knock or speak again. He feels like his lost his shot, but for once, he doesn’t want to walk away from it without trying.

“Turn it back on,” there’s a demand in his voice, and it kind of shocks him because he only really talks like that when he’s in the plane and needs Phoenix to do something in particular. He hears the gasp behind the door, and he smirks to himself. But her shower is back on and he feels the steam where he’s standing. The snick of the lock opening again captures his attention, and his heart is beating an unhealthy rhythm. Her hand is darting out like she’s trying to grab his shirt and pull him in, but when she only meets the smooth skin of his chest, there’s a choked off groan hitting the back of her throat.

She pulls open the door and steps back into the heat of the water, hoping the steam gives her a little bit of modesty. For the fact that Bob isn’t wearing his glasses, he really wishes she was closer right now. He drops his shirt on the little bench seat next to him, and turns to lock the door behind him. He takes in a deep breath, it’s all humid air at this point, and tells himself he can do this. She’s watching him carefully from where she’s near pressed up against the back corner. She feels like she should look away, but he’s bending down to shed himself of his pants and she can’t take her eyes off him. He folds both his pants and underwear neatly and puts them with his shirt, and her eyes are glued to the curve of ass down to the muscle of his thighs. When he turns, she’s suddenly very interested in the tile beneath her feet.

He hisses when the water touches his skin, used to the more tepid temperatures that came with being on a carrier, not this, which feels like she hasn’t even got the cold water turned on.

“You can turn it down, I won’t die not having a hot as hell shower,” she laughs, and it’s cutting through the tension, so Bob feels himself smiling.

“I’d rather not walk out looking like a lobster,” his voice is jovial, but he means it as he tries to avoid giving Hangman another reason to tease him.

“I think you’d make a very attractive lobster.”

And that’s what breaks his resolve, so he turns to face her, finally close enough that he can see the droplets of water caught on her collar bone, the lines of her hair plastered to her shoulder, and he picks a freckle that’s sitting right there at the front so he’s got something to look at.

“You’re being a gentleman,” she utters, taking a step closer to him. And yeah, he is, because this feels like he’s about to wake up any moment, alone in his bed and he’ll miss the heat of the shower. He doesn’t know how he’ll look at her in the morning if that’s the case.

He’s just blinking at her, and he knows he should be doing something but it’s been a while since he’s been in this position. Well, not this position exactly, but a woman, naked in front of him isn’t something that happens every day.

“Bob, I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispers and she’s right in front of him, her eyelashes sticking together in the damp. She places a hand on his cheek, her thumb moving in a comforting motion, but she’s really waiting for him to tell her to stop, to tell her that he doesn’t want this.

When he doesn’t, she gives him a gentle kiss, and Bob’s grateful that his brain switches back on in that moment, and he’s able to kiss her back rather than just stand there dumbly. His hand wraps around her hip and his thumb digs into the soft flesh above it. He backs her up until her back hits the wall of the stall and she’s barely in the spray of the water. She sucks in a breath at the change of temperature that hits her suddenly.

A quick sorry is mumbled against her lips, but she shifts her hand to the back of his neck, her other one reaching up to meet it, so she can pull him closer and deepen their kiss.

He hisses when the heat of her skin is pressed up against his chest, and she grins into him. She breaks the kiss but keeps him close and Bob doesn’t really know what to do with that information.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

“We should?”

“Mmhmm.”

And she’s letting him go, slipping from between him and the wall, and if he wasn’t getting hard before, the drag of her body would do it.

He smells the citrus of her body wash, and no, he would not admit to anyone else that he had paid that close of attention to her, that he recognizes the scent of her soap. There’s a slip of her hands on his back, the cold of her wash, and he moans at the feel of her hands running over him. She rubs at the knots in his shoulders, he feels them loosening up in the warmth of the shower and the careful ministrations of her fingers. She runs her hands down the length of his back, over the curve of his ass and he jumps a little when she smacks him gently. The soap suds fall around their feet as her laughter rings through the shower room.

She moves around him, a hand on the back of his neck, up over his shoulder and down the line of his chest. He finds the freckle on her shoulder again, giving something to focus on rather than the feel of her hands against him. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, concentrating on her work as she lathers him up. He finds it just a little bit adorable when he looks back up at her, and he wonders whether she does it while she’s flying. God, now he’s going to be thinking about that when he’s up in a plane. Thankfully, Phoenix sits in front of him.

Her eyes roam over him, easily giving herself permission to look. Her hands track a path over his chest, down his front until her hands dip low across his hips and he sucks in a breath through his teeth at the sensation.

“You don’t...” “I want to,” she interrupts quickly, not giving him a chance to shy away from her.

Bob moans loudly at the feeling of her hand wrapped around him because it’s been so long since it wasn’t his own hand. She kisses him quickly, trying to silence him, but it’s messy as laughter starts falling from her lips, because it doesn’t work. So instead, she buries her face in his neck as her body wracks with her giggles. It brings a smile to his own face, despite the fact that her hand is still on his cock. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her under the shower spray with him, and grins when she looks up at him, hair plastered to her forehead. He pushes it away with a gentle hand before gripping the side of her face and kissing her hard. He bites at her bottom lip when she squeezes him, her hand slick with water and soap, so she glides easily over him. When her thumb pushes on his tip, Bob tosses his head back, when she does it again, the moan is ripped from him, echoing off the walls of the shower room.

“Shhh Bob, someone might walk in,” she chides, but the fact she swipes her thumb over it a third time, tells him there’s absolutely no heat behind it.

She pushes him up against the opposite wall, giving him a quick smirk before she’s squatting down in front of him and licking a stripe up the underside of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he utters, and Mist grins because she doesn’t think the word ever sounded so sweet.

It’s not comfortable, but knees on a tile floor would be significantly worse. She takes him in her mouth and Bob honestly doesn’t know what to do with his hands right now. It’s an overload for his senses, the heat of her mouth and hand around him, the near suffocating steam, the spray of the water and the cold wall behind him. It’s a lot.

She works her mouth over him, trying to take him as far as she can, but she can only get to her hand before she’s choking and pulling back with a cough.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, before trying again with the same result, it’s definitely not as easy as they make it look in porn. But Bob places a comforting hand on her cheek, like he’s telling her that she’s doing great, that it’s the effort that counts. So, she swirls her tongue around the head, focusing on making that feel good while her hand takes care of the rest of his length. His breath is coming out in short pants mixed with the occasional moan when she twists her hand just so, and then her hand is speeding up while her tongue laves over him, and Bob’s moans grow louder and more frequent until he’s pulling her by her hair off him and she’s moaning at the sensation. He comes, it mostly missing her still open mouth but landing in painted stripes across her cheek, chin and chest. Bob wishes he had photographic memory at that point, because it’s an image he never wants to forget.

It’s cleaned off pretty quickly with her in the direct line of the shower.

She stands up slowly, taking Bob’s offered hand to help her, and once she’s level again, he's on her in an instant. His mouth slips over hers and he’s quickly deepening the kiss before she can really react. She wraps her arms around him again, pressing closer this time, and he’s less careful in his movements now. His hands run up and down the length of her back, over her sides and when he brushes the swell of her breasts, she huffs out a satisfied breath. He turns them around, taking the heat of the shower spray, one of his hands running down the length of her body until his fingers are sliding through her folds, teasing her gently. She’s so so wet, and Bob wonders idly whether she touches herself when she showers or if getting him off really affected her that much. A part of him wants to ask, but the other part of him doesn’t really want to know the answer to that. The self-conscious part of him is telling him that it’s just a part of her nightly ritual, but the other part that can acknowledge her soft moans and the cant of her hips chasing his fingers, tells him that it’s all about him.

He circles one of his fingers over her clit, drawing the sweetest sounds from her, and his cock jumps in interest. She’s practically mewing under his hands, but it’s just not enough for her.

“Please Bob,” she whines, her voice high pitched. He smirks at her and pushes a finger inside her, groaning at the heat around him. He brings his lips to hers again, and he swallows her little moans like they’re an oasis in the dessert. His thumb swipes over her clit as they kiss, and he hopes he’s making her feel as good as she made him feel.

As he plunges two fingers inside her, he pulls her hair at the same time, and Mist near about screams at the sensation. Bob hadn’t realized hair pulling was a thing he liked until it made her make those pretty little sounds, and by God, if he hadn’t just come, he’d be coming again. She rocks herself back and forth on his fingers, and the only thing that would make it better, is if it was his cock inside of her instead of his fingers. But then her moans pitch up and she drops her head to his shoulder, sucking messy, wet kisses there while she rides his fingers to her orgasm. He tugs on her hair again and she’s trembling around him, coming silently like it’s a surprise.

He lets go of her hair and wraps that arm around her, holding her close as he slows his fingers. He slips them from her when she stops shaking and washes them off in the shower that’s slowly cooling. When she looks up at him again, her smile is bright, but her expression quickly turns to embarrassment when she notices the line of red and purpling bruises she had sucked into his collar while she rode out her high.

“I’m so sorry Bob, I’ll help you hide those,” she says quickly, tucking her chin and looking down.

“Hey, no need for that Mist, don’t care if anyone sees them,” he says, cupping her chin and forcing her to look up at him.

He’s smiling, satiated and happy, glad that she had been in the shower when he’d walked in. She smiles shyly back, and he kisses her again, this time soft, like an assurance that everything is fine between them. He holds her close, pressing his forehead to hers and she finds something comforting in that.

“If you ever want a round t....”

“Yes, absolutely, as soon as possible.”

-

Phoenix walks into their common area, and throws herself on the lounge opposite Rooster.

“Where’s Mist?” she asks him.

“Showers,” he grunts in response.

“What about Bob?”

Rooster has the decency to look a little sheepish as he finally catches her eye.

“Showers.”

Phoenix’s jaw drops.

“Rooster, what did you do?

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Win A Date With A Naval Officer pt. 5

Title: Win A Date With A Naval Officer pt. 5

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 7,645

Warnings: toxic family dynamic, cursing, steamy make out session

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

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Gif Credit: @skylessnights

The birds were chirping peacefully as the sun hung in the mid morning air while the bees buzzed from blossomed flower to blossomed flower in the perfectly manicured backyard of the Bennett’s home. All of it with the large weeping willow tree created a whimsical scenery for Rachel’s tea party that she was hosting. Unfortunately that peaceful whimsical scenery was shattered as soon as Rachel opened her mouth to shrilly ask about her youngest daughter who was absent from today’s tea party.

“Has anyone heard from Lettie lately? I can never seem to get her on the phone anymore.” Rachel asked like a petulant child as she huffed softly. Viola who sat next to Rachel at the large white painted metal table took a dainty sip of her tea before shaking her head.

“She’s been skipping on some of the charities that I’ve hosted in the past few months. The last one I had to actually hire a bakery to make the desserts for me and the table was done up all wrong by the wait staff!” Viola said disgustedly as she sneered behind her tea cup.

“She hasn’t hosted a charity event either in a few months.” Anise informed them as she set her own tea cup down on the saucer. “And I don’t think she has any plans to host one anytime soon.” Rachel scowled darkly at that information before huffing angrily.

“It’s all because of her new boyfriend. That naval officer.” Millicent said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I remember when I met Thomas. I didn’t want to do anything besides spend time with him. You can’t fault her for doing that, she’s in love.” Millicent smiled dreamily as she rested her chin in her palm on the table with a far off look in her eyes. Rachel frowned at her second oldest daughter’s words before Viola spoke up once again.

“Yes but she’s not helping out the family when we need her.” Viola said disdainfully and Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

“She’s not acting like a proper southern belle. She’s not giving back to the community-”Rachel stated and Nora spoke up suddenly.

“That’s not true. She’s been working at the food pantries in the city, my girlfriends saw her working a few weeks ago at New Orleans Mission. She was giving out boxes to those less fortunate there and then she worked the food line at the St. John the Baptist Community Center. She’s still giving back, it's just not on your terms.” Nora said with a sharp look in her eye. Rachel sat there quietly for a moment wondering where this defiant attitude had come from in Nora.

“Really Nora, sounds like you agree with what Lettie is doing.” Viola said with a twist of her lips. “What’s the matter is Frank getting into that pretty head of yours?” she asked derisively and everyone at the table all sucked in sharp breaths as their eyes darted over to Nora.

“Better that than just following along like a good little girl.” Nora snipped back as she glared at Viola from across the table. Viola smirked evilly over her tea cup and Rachel knew if she didn’t step in there’d be so damage between the two sisters.

“Well what do you suggest we do to get Lettie back to helping us with our charities?” Rachel asked curiously to Nora who blinked at her owlishly for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

“She’s happy doing what she’s doing. What’s the harm of leaving her be? She was never going to be a proper southern belle like you wanted her to be anyway, why can’t she just be Lettie?” Nora asked conversationally and Rachel scowled at her questions.

“Because that’s not what I want for her life.” Rachel snapped out hurriedly and Nora waved her hand in the air stopping Rachel from speaking again.

“It’s her life Mom. Just because you want her to be a proper southern belle doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen. In fact I’m pretty sure if you keep pushing for this it’ll end up the exact opposite of what you want.” Nora said knowingly and Rachel shook her head hurriedly at her words.

“You sound just like your father! All of my daughters will be perfect southern belles if I have any say about it. They will emulate the perfect sophisticated woman, a pillar of her community who gives back and shares her wealth in any way that she can. A true, honest role model for everyone else to strive to be.” Rachel said determinedly and Nora scoffed softly at her words.

“Mom, while that’s all well and good it’s unrealistic. Out of your five daughters I’m pretty sure Lettie is the closest to that description.” Nora said with an incredulous chuckle and shake of her head.

“Speak for yourself.” Viola snipped and Nora grinned wolfishly at Viola across the table.

“You’re one to talk.” Nora responded gamely and Rachel sat back in her chair as she felt the air grow cold. “You’re the worst one out of all of us Vi. You treat your maids like garbage and work them until they either collapse or they quit due to being worn out. You can’t keep a nanny employed on your payroll for longer than a month all because your children are absolute hellions. And who are you trying to kid with all those posts on Facebook with your husband? We all know he’s banging your next door neighbor’s wife on the side. What happened with his last secretary huh?” Nora said as her tone and volume rose with incredulity as she continued to talk. Viola snapped her mouth shut angrily and glared hatefully at Nora. “We all have our own vices that we partake in and for you to think that we’d all be perfect southern belles is a joke. It’s all a lie. And Lettie doesn’t deserve your disdain all because she wants to work for a living and not be a stay at home mom. She’s got so much talent in just her little pinky and all you do is tear her down whenever she shows you her talents. It’s disgusting how you treat her!” Nora finished heatedly before standing up from her chair and storming off. The table sat quiet for a moment before Rachel huffed and shook her head. 

“Well.” Rachel said haughtily and Viola sat there stunned in silence while Millicent and Anise nodded their head silently along with Rachel. “She’ll regret leaving us. She’ll come crawling back to us and we’ll just tell her no thanks.”

Everyone fell silent then and Viola sighed out a long breath before picking up her tea cup and taking a sip of her tea. The birds still chirped happily and the bees still flew from flower to flower but there was no longer a peaceful whimsical aura. Rachel sat there in her chair staring at her remaining three daughters and wondered if she was doing the right thing by them or if her husband and now daughter were right in telling her that her dream of having all southern belle daughters was a mistake.

*-*-*-*

Lettie sat in one of the outdoor patio chairs at her favorite restaurant Birdy’s Behind the Bower under the white long tent a table tucked away in the corner with Maddie and Charlene. Maddie sat next to her while Charlene sat across from the two of them sipping on a mimosa. The girls had called her up that morning asking if she wanted to go to brunch together since they felt like they hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. Lettie had agreed because she had felt the same way and knew that she’d feel ten times better once she met up with them. It always felt like a breath of fresh air whenever she got together with Maddie and Charlene, it always seemed to ground her when she would start to feel anxious or wound too tight.

“So where have you been hiding lately?” Charlene asked with a knowing smirk and wiggle of her eyebrows causing Maddie and Lettie to chuckle at her antics.

“Working and any time off is spent with Bob.” Lettie confessed with a happy smile on her face.

“As it should be.” Maddie spoke up in confidence as she took a sip of her own mimosa. Charlene nodded her head along with Maddie’s words before speaking up.

“I don’t blame you, he’s a keeper. He’s cute and always looks out for you whenever we’re all out together.” Charlene began to list off Bob’s attributes and Lettie hid her smile behind her glass of sweet tea.

“Not to mention the man is head over heels for you.” Maddie chimed in and Charlene squealed happily at her words.

“Do you remember their first date? I swear I thought Bob was going to swallow his tongue when they were together at the table.” Charlene excitedly relayed and Maddie nodded her head quickly as Lettie began to blush.

“And then that time we were all up on the terrace! You two are lucky I was next to you, otherwise everyone would’ve known.” Maddie said cryptically and Charlene looked at her with a confused look on her face. “Oh you don’t know? These two were screwing like rabbits that night on the terrace. It was actually kinda hot, he had to cover her mouth a few times before they were done.” Maddie informed Charlene who gasped loudly and stared at Lettie in shock before her look morphed into a salacious grin. Lettie blushed from the roots of her hair down to below the neckline of her tank top.

“Lettie you dirty girl!” cried out Charlene who whooped loudly as Lettie ducked her head as other guests of the restaurant looked towards their table. “Oh my, I didn’t think you had it in you for that.”

“She never did until Bob came along.” Maddie teased and Lettie gasped softly causing Maddie and Charlene to burst out into laughter. Lettie ducked her head once again and Maddie took pity on her and gave her a comforting hug. “We only tease because we can see how happy you are with him.” she reassured Lettie who snuggled in her arms for a moment.

“I can’t help it.” Lettie wailed playfully and Maddie chuckled at her pitiful act as she patted Lettie’s head.

“Of course you can’t sweetheart.” she teased Lettie who laughed and playfully shoved Maddie away as Charlene chuckled with them.

“So when’s the wedding?” Charlene teased from her seat and Lettie jolted in her seat causing both Maddie and Charlene to stare at her for a moment. “Did I say something wrong?” Charlene asked cautiously and Lettie shook her head quickly.

“No, no you didn’t. I want to be married to him. Trust me I want it. I want the cute little wedding with all of you there. I want to be Mrs. Leticia Floyd.” Lettie said with passion as Maddie and Charlene stared at her waiting for the rest of her words. “We just haven’t talked about it yet. I don’t know for sure if that’s what he wants and I don’t want to rush something that he might not be even thinking about yet.” Lettie said unsure as she began to fidget with her glass.

“Aww, Lettie. That man is truly smitten with you and if you asked I’m sure he’d drop to one knee tonight when you see him.” Maddie said softly in a reassuring tone.

“Not to mention he’s a service member. They move quickly when it comes to relationships.” Charlene said as she nodded her head while Lettie looked over at her.

“So then why hasn’t he brought up marriage?” Lettie asked insecurely. Just then Lettie’s cellphone, which was sitting in the middle of the table with Charlene’s and Maddie’s, began to vibrate with a slew of text messages. Lettie sighed as she saw that they were all from Viola, her oldest sister and from what she could see on the screen it was all about her charity event that was happening this weekend. Lettie reached forward and silenced her cellphone as she huffed about her sister’s poor timing.

“Maybe because he knows that you’re different he doesn’t want to rush it?” Charlene suggested. “I mean look at it this way Lettie, he’s always in these dangerous situations when he’s deployed and he obviously loves coming home to you. I mean the last time we didn’t hear from you for a week, I swear you were going to tell us you’re pregnant after that week.” Charlene said with a kind smile. “Maybe he doesn’t want to scare you with the way his life is. It’s a hard life being the wife of a service member, heck my mom was one and it nearly put her in her grave a few times waitin’ to hear back if he made it out or not. Gave her so many gray hairs.” Lettie chuckled softly at the mention of Charlene’s mom as she nodded her head slowly.

“The only way you’ll know for sure is if you talk to him about it.” Maddie said gently and Lettie looked at her for a quiet moment.

“You’re absolutely right. I can bring it up to him later tonight when he comes over.” Lettie said with a happy smile. Charlene and Maddie looked at each other over the table and then squealed happily before they began talking rapidly about everything that Lettie would need to start preparing for her wedding to Bob. Lettie sat there grinning from ear to ear happy that her two best friends were so eager and excited for her to get married to him. She sat back in her chair and took another sip of her sweet tea thinking about what her ideal wedding to Bob would look like for her.

*-*-*-*

The knock at the front door had Lettie running down the hallway from the kitchen with a wide grin on her face. Hurriedly she unlocked the door and swung it open to see Bob standing there holding his duffle bag with a smile on his face. Lettie lunged and wrapped her arms around his neck with a happy laugh bubbling up from her chest. Bob teetered backwards a little bit but held her close to him as he dropped his face into her neck.

“I missed you, Lettie girl.” he said softly and Lettie grinned wider.

“I’ve missed you more.” she responded and Bob scoffed softly at her words.

“Not possible.” he countered before pulling his face away and capturing her lips with his in a sweet chaste kiss. He backed her back into her house while still kissing her and kicked the door closed with his foot before dropping his bag to the side. When he had the extra hand free he cupped her cheek and tilted her head to the side while opening his mouth to deepen the kiss while moaning. Lettie squeaked softly when her back collided with the wall and her hands scrambled to get a hold of him while she whimpered against his mouth. Her hands curled around his shoulders and her leg lifted to hook around his hip pulling him in close to her until she felt his flush against her. Bob pulled away slightly and the two of them panted heavily trying to catch their breaths. “Missed you so much sweetheart.” he husked out to her as his hips snapped against hers making Lettie cry out. “Always love coming home to you.” he told her as his mouth dropped to her jaw and began sucking kisses into her skin making Lettie gasp loudly.

Just then the timer on her stove went off and Lettie groaned loudly at the interruption. Bob chuckled against her skin as his tongue darted out leaving a trail of saliva to dry making Lettie shiver in his arms. Bob always knew how to wind Lettie up with kisses and she truly loved it but only when it was uninterrupted. He tapped her ass gently and she lowered her leg slowly while grinding against him to show how much she wanted him. Bob placed both hands on either side of her head and Lettie looked up at him challengingly to see his lustful smirk on his face.

“You’re gonna be in trouble later Lettie girl.” he told her darkly and Lettie grinned while shivering, she’d happily take whatever he gave her. She then took his hand and guided him down the hallway to her kitchen where he took his seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. Her kitchen island was littered with baking utensils and baking ingredients that she had been using to lock down what desserts she was going to be making for Viola’s charity event this weekend. “So what do we have going on here?” Bob asked as he eyed all the baking mess on the island.

“So I need your help.” Lettie said over her shoulder as she turned off the burner under the large pot of tortellini soup that she had made for dinner for them tonight. She then bent over and opened the oven to take out the garlic bread she had also made for dinner.

“Lettie you bend over like that everytime you ask and I’ll do whatever you want.” Bob groaned out and Lettie laughed at his words. She turned around and faced him then with a wicked grin on her face.

“Is that all it takes to bring Lieutenant Bob Floyd to heel?” she asked sultrily and Bob smirked at her while standing from his stool to walk over to her. He crowded her against the counter and pressed his lips to hers.

“When it involves you all you have to do is breathe and I’m at your mercy.” he whispered against her lips and Lettie moaned prettily for him before capturing his lips with hers. Bob groaned low in his throat and wrapped his arms low around her waist while deepening the kiss. “Fuck, have mercy on me Lettie.” he moaned out to her and she chuckled softly before nipping his lower lip playfully.

“After dinner and dessert we’ll work out this tension in you.” she promised him as her hands glided up and down his biceps causing Bob to flex them much to Lettie’s delight. Lettie kissed him softly before turning to the island with a hand gesture to show him what she had been working on. “So I’ve got that charity event for Viola on Saturday in the morning and I’m in charge of the dessert table again. I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to do cake pops decorated in her theme with large cupcakes to compliment them or if I wanted to do turtle brownies with complimentary cupcakes or even just stick to my beignets. So I’ve made a sampling of each and I’d like for you to pick which one you prefer. The brownies and cupcakes would be the less time consuming option but I like the cake pops and cupcakes idea for her theme of Alice in Wonderland. But then everyone loves my beignets so I’m not sure which one to go with. Plus I’m going to have to do some of the work while you’re here with me so I don’t want to take too much time away from you.” Lettie explained while fidgeting with her hands.

Bob tilted his head while watching her and saw that she was more worried about losing time with him as he walked closer to her. Bob moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist taking a gentle hold of her hands as he rested his chin on her shoulder. He hummed softly and Lettie calmed down almost immediately as she melted in his arms.

“So then let me help you make the desserts. I’m a good helper I swear. Plus we’ll get to spend more time together.” he said softly as he began to sway her back and forth while keeping her pressed to his chest. He stood there swaying with her in his arms and felt her sigh softly before nodding her head at his words.

“Alright, I really appreciate your help. I just don’t like that it’s cutting into our time together. Now I understand why I should be speaking up against my mom and sisters more.” Lettie said softly and Bob wrapped his arms tightly around her body cuddling her close.

“You just need to stand up for yourself a little more. I don’t agree with the way they treat you and I can see how much it brings you down. I don’t want you to ever feel like that and if I can help it I’ll make sure you never feel like that again.” Bob said softly as Lettie turned his arms and wrapped her arms low around his waist as she buried her face in his shirt. “I adore you sweetheart and I only want the best for you.”

Lettie smiled beautifully up at him before raising on her tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to his lips. She hugged him once more before they moved to serve dinner and sit down together to eat. The two of them fell into a familiar routine and Lettie felt her heart soar at the thought that this could be her reality.

*-*-*-*

Lettie burst out into laughter as she turned from the stand mixer to see Bob gazing down into the bowl of dry ingredients with a determined look on his face. Ever since the two of them had set out to make the cake pops and cupcakes Bob was set on making sure he did everything the way she instructed so that they all turned out alright. She grinned at him widely as she moved over to him and gently brushed her thumb across his cheek brushing away the flour that had smeared there. He chuckled softly at her actions before darting his eyes over her face.

“You’re cute when you’re so determined.” she said softly to him and Bob pecked her awaiting lips.

“Gotta make sure these are good. I’m the helper today.” he said solemnly and Lettie laughed brightly at his words.

“I love you.” Lettie said on a soft happy sigh before gasping softly. Bob’s eyes widened before a beaming smile fell upon his lips. She watched silently as Bob almost vibrated with excitement as he reached to cup her face and pulled her to him, capturing her lips with a happy warm kiss.

“I love you too, no take backsies.” Bob muttered against her mouth and Lettie laughed delightedly against his mouth.

“No take backsies.” she murmured to him and Bob kissed her once again as his hands moved up into her hair as the kiss grew heated. Just as Bob was tilting her head to the side to further deepen the kiss Lettie’s cell phone began to ring loudly in the kitchen. Bob groaned softly and pulled away so that Lettie could see her phone. “Why is she calling me?” Lettie asked softly with a weary sigh before picking up her cell phone. “Yes Viola?” Lettie asked wearily and Bob moved to stand behind her while still keeping his arms around her.

Bob was ecstatic that Lettie had said the words first because he had been dying to tell her how he felt about her for months now and was worried that he would be moving too fast if he said them too soon. He wanted to move at her pace and not scare her away, he wanted this relationship to be the end goal for them. He knew that as a member of the Navy that he was going to be put into dangerous situations that could potentially take him from this world and nothing was ever guaranteed but he wanted to make sure that Lettie had control of the pacing of their relationship. But Bob felt as if he was twenty pounds lighter just from hearing her say the words and being able to say them back. He turned to see her frowning into the phone as her eyebrows furrowed on her forehead and he knew that did not bode well for them this weekend.

“No Vi, I was only planning on setting up the table and laying out the desserts for you and your guests. I didn’t want to come to the event, it’s Bob’s free weekend and we had plans.” Lettie said, dismayed as she huffed loudly. Bob moved closer to her and could hear her sister berating her over the phone. “No Vi. We don’t want to come to the event. We’re just going to set it up and then leave.” Bob felt pride swell inside of him as Lettie told her sister no and stood up for herself. He could see that it was hard for her but he appreciated it nonetheless, she had been working so hard through her therapy and he could see that with the way she spoke to her sister now. “I don’t care if Mom and Dad want us there. I told you no.” Lettie said firmly and Bob tilted his head to the side at the mention of her Dad. He knew Lettie had been missing her Dad like crazy lately since she hadn’t had much time to see him and Bob felt slightly guilty for taking so much of her time.

“Hey, maybe we should go so we can see your Dad.” Bob suggested softly and Lettie looked at him with a confused look on her face. He waved his hand at the phone and Lettie pulled it away from her ear for a moment. Bob pressed the mute button on her screen and looked at her adorably cute face. “I know your whole therapy session is so you can stand up for yourself more. And you’re doing a great job, but your Dad’s going to be there Lettie. And I know you’ve been missing him lately, and I feel a little guilty for taking all of your time away from him. Maybe we can go and spend an hour or two with him at the event and then leave?” he suggested to her. Lettie twisted her lips in thought and Bob could see that she was partial to the idea he presented. “Plus we’re free to leave and come back here to do whatever we want. And I’d love to see you in that floral tea dress that’s hanging in the back of your closet. I’ve dreamt of taking you home in it so that it can wind up on the floor.” he whispered into her ear and Lettie quickly pressed the unmute button.

“Vi we’ll come but only for a little bit. See you tomorrow.” Lettie said quickly before hanging up. She lunged at him eagerly and Bob caught her as her lips crashed to his heatedly. “We’ve got about ten minutes left until we can get all of these into the oven to bake. Keep that thought alive for those ten minutes and you can give me a preview of your idea.” Lettie husked out to him before wrenching away from him and hurriedly moving to the standing mixer. Bob chuckled softly at her antics before moving back to the bowl of dry ingredients eager for the baking to be over so they could get to things they wanted to do.

*-*-*-*

Bob sat in the passenger seat of Lettie’s Volkswagen bug watching out the window as she drove down her parent’s neighborhood street towards their large house. The cake pops and cupcakes had been finished this morning before the two of them had giddily gotten ready together in her bedroom. Bob turned his head to see Lettie in her pretty floral tea dress with the pleated skirt that fell down to her knees with her hair curled and style in flowy train down her back. She had even put on cute little heeled shoes that matched her dress. Shifting in his seat Bob felt himself growing desirous of her as his eyes darted up and down her body hungrily.

“Down Lieutenant.” Lettie chastised him gently and Bob groaned loudly at her words. He slid his hand onto her thigh and felt her jolt in surprise.

“You know what my title does to me and yet you still use it.” He teased her softly, watching eagerly as her tongue peeked out to dart across her lower lip.

“I can’t help it. I love it when you go a little wild.” Lettie said sultrily and Bob sucked in a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He slid his index finger over the skirt of her and dragged it up her thighs until her pretty lacy underwear was showing before letting it fall back to her knees. The breath she let out slowly as her hands adjusted on the steering wheel was very telling of how excited she was as well.

“Didn’t peg you for an exhibitionist. Because that’s what you’ll be once we get out of this car if you keep it up, Lettie girl.” Bob told her and watched as she shivered in her seat. He knew she would calm down as he noticed that she was slowing the car before pulling into her parents’ driveway. What he wasn’t expecting was for Lettie to put her car in park and then grab him by his shirt and plant a kiss right on his mouth hungrily as they sat in the car.

“Maybe later tonight you can go a little wild on me and this dress.” she suggested softly as she breathed against his lips. Bob growled low in his throat and watched as Lettie’s eyes widened slightly at the sound. Bob kissed her once more before the two of them moved away so that they could get out of the car together. 

“Hey! You guys made it!” cried out a voice and Bob turned to see Lettie’s Dad walking down the steps of the front porch with a wave of his hand. Lettie grinned over the top of her bug at him before walking around the hood of the car to greet her Dad with a warm hug.

“Hi Dad.” she said softly and fondly, causing Bob to smile at their interaction as he watched.

“Hey kiddo. Glad you’re here. Your sisters and Mom are already upstairs getting ready. You look beautiful!” her Dad greeted her kindly and Lettie beamed at him as Bob watched on. Then her Dad turned to Bob with a happy smile on his face. “Glad to see you again Robert.” he said easily as he stuck his hand out to shake Bob’s. Bob easily and happily shook his hand while nodding his head at him.

“It’s good to see you too, sir.” Bob said kindly and her Dad waved his hand dismissively of his manners.

“Please just call me Michael.” her dad stated and Bob smiled while nodding once at him. “Here let me help you guys with the desserts.” he said eagerly and Lettie stepped in front of him stopping him in his tracks.

“Absolutely not! Those desserts are for the party not for you to sneak.” Lettie scolded him with her index finger in the air. And Bob watched as Michael slumped his shoulders defeatedly as he looked at Lettie with pleading eyes, Bob chuckled at the dynamic between the two of them as he shook his head. “Besides I’ve got a whole container all just for you. It’s in the backseat. Just grab it and take it inside before we start moving all the other stuff.” Lettie told him in confidence and Bob chuckled as he watched Michael light up like a christmas tree as he hurriedly rushed to Lettie’s back seat.

Bob followed a bemused Lettie to her trunk which she opened while chuckling and shaking her head as her Dad rushed into the house with his container of cupcakes and cake pops. Bob nudged her hips with his own when he saw that she was reaching into her trunk to pull out the large containers of desserts before he reached in and grabbed all of the containers for her.

“Just walk me to where you need these.” he said to her kindly and she beamed up at him before shaking her head as she reached into her trunk and pulled out a metal contraption. Bob watched curiously as she unfolded and presented a small hand truck that had enough room for her containers. He chuckled softly at her resilience and she looked proudly up at him.

“I’ve done a few of these before sweetheart. Work smarter not harder.” she told him proudly and Bob smiled at her before placing the containers on the hand truck. He then stood back up and grabbed Lettie around the waist pulling her into him with a surprised gasp.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are to me when you show off that big brain of yours?” he asked teasingly and Lettie chuckled at his words before kissing him sweetly.

“No, but I love hearing it.” she whispered to him with a smirk.

“Fucking sexy as hell. I can barely control myself around you.” he responded softly to her and Lettie beamed at the praise. She kissed him once more before wiggling out of his arms and turning back to the trunk of her car and pulling out the table cloths she brought as well as the dessert stands that she’d be using today. Bob unabashedly eyed her ass as she bent over into the trunk and had to bite his lip to keep from moaning loudly at the display.

“C’mon let’s go to the backyard and start setting all of this up.” She told him as she closed the trunk and began walking towards the side of the house. Bob obediently followed after her while pulling the hand truck after him, knowing full well that her mother and sisters were at the second story window watching them. He had felt the sensation of someone watching him and had easily seen her mother and sisters peering out of the window upstairs with disdainful looks on their faces. Bob was resolute in keeping Lettie happy today so he hadn’t spoken up about their audience. He knew that today was going to be a struggle no matter what but he had a foreboding feeling that it was going to be bad today.

*-*-*-*

The party was well under way and Bob glanced down at his watch to see that it was already one hour into the party. He wondered if Lettie would get upset if he started hinting that he wanted to leave, so far her mother and sisters had kept their distance from him and Lettie but he could see them starting to inch closer to the two of them. Lettie was standing next to him holding a glass of sweet tea while chatting contently with one of her sisters’ school friends, her bright happy laughter rang through the air and Bob smiled as he watched her tilt her head back with her boisterous laugh. 

Bob was absolutely entranced by her, the way she spoke freely and amicably with everyone she met was so alluring to him that it drew him close to her and kept him there. She was such a sociable woman who was able to strike up a conversation with everyone she met. And she always seemed to remember a small tidbit about the other person and would work it into the conversation which made everyone light up with pleasure at the mention. He loved that Lettie was thoughtful to remember these things about people and to bring it up so that they felt seen by her. 

Just then Lettie grazed her free hand against his and Bob automatically turned his hand to grab onto hers. He intertwined their fingers and raised her hand to press a soft kiss to the back of her hand making her beam up at him and inch closer to him. Bob smiled softly at her and heard the soft gasp of the school friend.

“You two are absolutely adorable together! How long have you been dating?” she asked excitedly and Lettie beamed happily at the compliment. Bob spotted Lettie’s oldest sister Viola walking over with her Mother and the two middle sisters, he tensed slightly but pulled Lettie closer to him protectively. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to end well.

“Oh we just celebrated her nine month anniversary last week.” Lettie said fondly as she smiled at the woman.

“Oh! That’s so lovely!” the woman said happily before turning to Viola who had reached them with her mother and sisters right next to her. Bob felt Lettie falter slightly but he gripped her hand tightly once trying to reassure her.

“Nine months? That’s an awful long time and you’re still only dating? That’s a shame.” Viola said disdainfully and Bob sucked in a slow even breath trying not to react to her hurtful words.

“We’ve been enjoying each other’s company for the time being. Haven’t talked about the details yet.” Lettie said dismissively as she smiled up at Bob who winked at her causing her to grin and flush prettily for him. “Getting to know each other completely before we figure out what our next steps are.” Lettie said dreamily as she kept gazing up at Bob. He was internally cheering that she wasn’t getting upset over her sister’s words and choosing to turn her sister’s attempt to attack them around on her.

“You need all that time to get to know him?” her Mother asked curiously as she glared at Lettie. Lettie shrugged her shoulders as she looked over at her Mother with a happy smile.

“Before we move forward I’d like to know him as a person as much as possible. To make sure that we’re compatible to take the next step. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Lettie said dismissively and Bob felt pride surge up inside of him as he listened to her words. He also had a moment of satisfaction as he watched her Mother’s mouth drop open slightly in shock at Lettie’s flippant attitude. He also assumed that she was upset that Lettie was essentially not giving them any information about their relationship.

“Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. But Lettie, sweetheart-” Viola began to say in a patronizing way that had Lettie straightening her posture next to Bob defensively. Bob could feel it too, Viola was setting something up and he knew it was aimed to upset Lettie. He silently wondered what was Viola’s issue with Lettie and why she was so cruel to her, he wondered if it was due to their Mother. Lettie had spoken about her childhood and how it was mostly spent with her Dad and avoiding her Mother and her southern belle agenda. She had told him that she would take the etiquette classes that her Mother had put all of her daughters through and while she was able to successfully pass the classes she was still clumsy and her Mother would grow impatient and angry with her. Suddenly Bob felt Lettie grip his hand tightly and he focused back on her gazing at her profile as she stared at her sister. “Are you going to continue being only his girlfriend just like Robert is only a WSO?” Viola asked disdainfully and Bob whipped his head to stare at her with narrowed eyes.

He couldn’t believe that those words had just come out of her mouth in regards to his career. She had no idea what he had to go through to become a WSO and while it wasn’t an aviator it was still a key job in the navy. Bob felt his own insecurities rising up as well as his anger as he stood there thinking over her words. He could see her satisfied smirk on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest, she knew she had gotten to him. But the silence that had fallen over the group was interrupted by the angry words bursting forth from Lettie’s mouth.

“Excuse me?!” Lettie snapped angrily as she glared hatefully at Viola. Bob turned his head quickly to stare at Lettie in shock, in all of the nine months that they had been dating this was the first time that Bob had ever seen Lettie get truly angry. He’d seen her frustrated, upset and disappointed but he’d never seen her angry. He had to admit it made his heart flutter in his chest as he watched her stance solidify in a protective mode, she was angry for him and she wasn’t going to let her sister degrade him in front of her and all of the guests. “Did you just say only a WSO? Do you even know what WSO stands for Viola?” Lettie spat at distastefully as if the words made her sick. “Let me inform you since you obviously don’t know. It stands for Weapons System Officer, that means he’s the one dropping bombs while his aviator is flying the aircraft. Do you think you could do that job?” Lettie spoke out incredulously as she stared at Viola with raised eyebrows. “The fact that you’re even cruelly judging a Service Member speaks volumes of your character and I’m saddened to find out how hateful you actually are. Bob goes to war just so you can throw these mindless charity events. Get off your high horse Viola you have no right to downplay his accomplishments and achievements when you know nothing about them.” Lettie said heatedly next to Bob and he could see the angry flush forming at the base of her neck and knew that she was truly worked up over her sister’s words. 

The guests were all silent after Lettie ripped into Viola about her disdain for Bob’s career and while Bob knew that Lettie would probably feel bad for causing a scene he could only see her in a new light. She was protective of him and didn’t take kindly to others trying to talk badly about him, it made Bob feel all the love that she held for him and he couldn’t wait to get her home to reciprocate it.

Viola scoffed loudly before turning to the woman that Lettie had been talking to before and stopped instantly when she saw the judging look from the woman. Bob watched as Viola turned her head from side to side to see all the rest of the guests looking at her with judgemental looks, Viola’s smirk slowly fading from her mouth as she took in all of her guests staring at her.

“Leticia Ann Bennett!” shouted her Mother loudly and everyone turned to stare at her as she glowered at Lettie while her whole body shook with untamed rage. “This is not how a southern belle behaves!” she shouted and Bob felt Lettie flinch slightly and he steps closer towards her for comfort. “You are a disgrace to this family and I am ashamed of you!” her Mother continued to rant and rave loudly enough for everyone to hear. Lettie’s hand gripped Bob’s tightly and she sucked in a stuttering breath after her Mother’s words rang out in the air.

“Well that’s a shame.” Lettie said calmly as she raised her head to stare squarely at her Mother. “Because I'm a damn good person even though I’m not the perfect southern belle that you want me to be. And if you can’t see that, that's on you Mother.” Lettie said solemnly before shaking her head at her Mother who gaped at her in quiet shock. Lettie then turned to Bob and smiled warmly at him. “Let’s go Bob, I wanna go home.” she said softly and Bob nodded his head eagerly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and began guiding her out of the backyard. Her Mother began shouting after them saying that they couldn’t leave because the party was still going on and she wasn’t done talking to Lettie. Bob continued guiding Lettie out past everyone, when they passed her Dad Bob nodded his head in silence and her Dad reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder for a moment before they passed him. 

Bob easily got Lettie out of the backyard and guided her to the passenger side door before taking the keys from her and opening her door. He helped her into the car and rushed around the front of the car to get in on the driver’s side. When he was in the driver’s seat he turned to Lettie and saw that she was staring straight ahead quietly. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk about it just now or if she wanted him to just get her straight home. He took a hold of her left hand and raised it to his lips pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

“I know it hurts what your sister and mother tried to do. But you did so well standing up for not only me but yourself as well. I am so proud of you and want you to know that I absolutely love you exactly how you are. I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Bob said softly against the skin of her hand before pressing another kiss to her hand. He then started her car and began driving back to her place, still holding her hand the whole time.

“Thank you.” Lettie said softly in such a quiet voice that it made Bob’s heart ache. He knew he would have his work cut out for him to make Lettie feel better about what happened at the party.

#robert bob floyd x ofc! #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick #wadwano

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Somebody Come Get Her...

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Original Female Character)

Word Count: 1,549

The only thing more satisfying than catching the attention of the stunner at the bar of the Hard Deck is watching the legendary Hangman fail miserably at catching the attention of the stunner at the bar of the Hard Deck... Only why is Jake acting like he has an ace up his sleeve and why is Javy so mad about the bet?

Warnings: Mild cursing.

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“Do I want to know what you boys are whispering about?” Natasha Trace approached the gaggle of aviators locked in an intense discussion.

“No.” Bob and Rooster responded in unison, both looking thoroughly done with the situation. Phoenix raised her brows.

“They’re discussing some girl.” Bob continued.

“Not some girl! The girl.” Fitch clarified, clarifying nothing at all.

“Apparently, she has a nice ass.” Bradley was slightly more helpful.

“I didn’t say a-” “You should see these jeans she’s in!” Payback and Fanboy spoke over each other.

“Ok. Nope, I’ve heard enough.”

“Enough about what?” Jake Seresin sounded downright cheery at the distaste in Phoenix's voice.

“There’s this girl…” “Uh-uh! We saw her first!” Hangman’s eyes darted between the chaotic conversation.

“You don’t own her.” Rooster said, exasperated. 

“But we definitely have dibs over you all.”

“She doesn’t look the type.” He continued ignoring the interruption. “She looks far too smart to fall for anything.”

“50 bucks I can get her number in five minutes.” Hangman had a cocky smirk on his face.

“No way! You don’t even know who-”

“Brunette, blue sweatshirt, standing in the corner waiting on a drink. I know.”

“Rooster’s right. She’s not stupid, there’s no way she’ll fall for anything.” Mickey was unimpressed with Jake’s confidence. Bradley, Bob, and Natasha were exchanging unimpressed looks over the whole situation.

“Then it’s easy money for you. Here, I’ll do 50 each.” Jake pulled out his wallet gesturing at Reuben and Mickey, competitive glint in his eye.

Reuben shook his head, “If you put her off enough to ruin all of our chances…”

“I won’t. Beers?” Jake asked cheerfully, already making his way to the crowded bar.

“At least this’ll be entertaining if nothing else.” Mickey said, starting a timer on his watch. Bradley snorted.

“How long do you think it’ll take her to send him packing?” Bob asked as all of the aviators shifted to watch Hangman step up next to where she was leaning against the bartop.

“Depends on how much of a backbone she has, she might just wait him out.” Phoenix mused. Across the bar, Hangman made a comment to her and she responded neutrally.

“I don’t know, you see the collared shirt under her sweatshirt? And the way she holds herself? She’s staying out of the way but she’s got a professional vibe going on. I think she’s got it” Bob responded. Bradley chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder.

“She’s laughing at him.” Payback pointed out smugly.

“Or she’s laughing at something he said.” Fanboy muttered. Jake flashed her a smile and turned to order from Penny. The girl laughed at Penny’s response, shooting a quick quip with an almost smirk, turning back to Jake. She propped her chin on her hand, small smile remaining as she raised her brow at whatever he was saying.

“Why are we being creepy stalkers?” Coyote inquired as he and Maverick finally made their way up to the group.

“We’re not being creepy!” “We’re watching Hangman crash and burn.”

Javy raised his brows. “He’s not crashing and burning.” He responded neutrally.

“Yes he is, you haven’t seen this girl.” Payback assured, the rest of the group nodding along. 

“Brunette, 5’3”, dimples, fills out her jeans? I’ve seen her. He’s not crashing and burning.” Javy’s confidence was entirely unshaken. Maverick finally caught sight of the pair as Penny brought Jake his beers and set a light green drink in front of the girl. Her profile came into view as she turned to look at Jake over her glass. She wasn’t leaning into him but didn’t pull away when he did. Recognition registered and Maverick frowned.

“That’s Crissa FaClarin. What the hell is he doing bothering her?” 

“You know her?” Bradley asked.

“I know her father.” Pete’s frown was bordering on a scowl as she responded to Jake, clearly sarcastic even from across the bar. “She does know how to send them packing.” He admitted, expression smoothing out a little.

“Please tell me you didn’t put money on this.” Coyote was the only one not captivated with the sight of the banter happening across the bar, turning his back fully to stare down the group.

“Just 50 bucks. But look at her! She’s not going to give him her number in the next,” Mickey checked his watch, “Two minutes.”

Javy sighed. “She doesn’t need to.”

“What?” Fitch sounded distracted as Javy shook his head. The girl took a sip of her drink and set it down, shaking her head at Jake.

“He had her number before he walked over there.” 

“He saw her earlier?” “No way! We were together all day, we would have noticed her!” Payback and Fanboy were incensed. Jake cocked his head in amusement and blinked at her before responding.

“He has her number because they’ve been married two years.” Coyote’s dry comment finally tore the attention away from the couple beginning to make their way from the bar, still locked in conversation.

A chorus of confused voices disagreed with him.

“I know her father! I would have heard about this.” Maverick’s cut through.

“William? Nice guy, I met him at their wedding.” Javy stared Maverick down as the rest of the group stood in stunned silence.

“Evening gentlemen! Phoenix, Rooster,” Jake greeted. All eyes snapped back to the couple.

“Hi Javy.” Crissa had a small smile on her face as she leaned on her toes to hug Coyote. He let out a frustrated sigh as he hugged her back. He opened his mouth as they drew back.

“I heard.” A look of knowing amusement was plain on her face. She turned to Maverick next.

“Pete, it’s good to see you.” Her voice was warm as she gave him a quick hug in greeting. His expression was frozen between confusion and frustration. 

“Bradley, right?” She turned to the tall man with a smile and her hand extended. 

“Yeah? Uh, Yes. Sorry.” He shook his head turning to Javy and Jake. “She’s not really… this is an elaborate prank right? I mean, you’re not…” He sighed, brows knit together.

“Of course it’s a prank!” Natasha exploded. 

“Married to Jake?” Crissa finished Bradley’s sentence glanced between Phoenix and Rooster. “I am.” She nodded with a gently amused look on her face. Phoenix’s expression got even more stormy as she glared Jake down.

“Why don’t you ever wear your ring?” She looked at Crissa with a small grimace. “I’m sorry but,”

“I know. He does.” Crissa was calm and unconcerned. Natasha gestured at Jake’s bare hand. He raised his brows at her.

“Yes, because one symbol is the ultimate authority on how loyal I am to my wife.” He dryly voiced everyone’s silent concerns. “And of course, you lot see my entire life and I never dress any differently than when I’m around y’all.” He reached for the chain around his neck, pulling his dog tags over his shirt. A shiny silver band clinked against the tags.

“But either way, I can’t wear it when I fly and I don’t like leaving it off.” His jaw clenched lightly, finally allowing his expression to slip into anything other than calm and teasing.

Crissa’s expression was gentle as she watched him. Her lips pressed together in concealed amusement as her eyes remained sympathetic. She turned to regard the shocked aviators with her husband. They all looked somewhere between bafflement, disbelief, and anger. 

Jake shook his head as he tucked the tags back under his shirt.

Crissa glanced at Javy. He met her eyes and then nodded. 

“C’mon, I believe you owe me another humiliation.” He clapped Jake on the shoulder and led him towards the dartboard.

Jake turned to shoot Crissa a look as they left. She simply smiled and gave a small wave.

“He hates taking his ring off.” She informed Natasha gently. The whole group refocused on her with curiosity.

“He warned me multiple times before the first day he was going to have to take it off for work. I told him I didn’t care and it took me far too long to figure out that he was the one upset about it. He left it on his nightstand and when he got home he ran upstairs to put it back on, came downstairs, buried his face in my stomach and wouldn’t let me get up for an hour.” Crissa was amused and doting. “He’d put it back on as often as he could if it wasn’t for me. We work in close enough fields that we don’t tell people we’re married to save ourselves the trouble.” Her eyes flickered over to Pete. “And it’s just easier if no one knows he’s married, we don’t even enter the same equation in people’s minds that way.” She shrugs. “He’d prefer to get to claim me but would be horrified if someone gave me shit over him.” 

“Damn. Hangman a softie, who’da thought.” Rooster looked grudgingly impressed. “How did you end up? I mean-”

“What’s a nice girl like me doing with a jerk like him?” She finished his thought dryly. The whole group nodded and she chuckled. “There’s a long answer, which is the actual story, but the short answer is that I’m not as nice, and he’s not as much of a jerk as people think.”

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x ofc #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #pete maverick mitchell #penny benjamin

[mynameismckenziemae]

okay…i have a fic idea that i’ve been sitting on for a hot sec: bob (duh, my love) x reader who’s in a male dominated field who gets bitched at by her coworkers or something and usually stands up to them bc she’s just as tough as them, but bob gets fed up and stands up for her (shockingly, he’s so quiet) andddd maybe it’s rly hot so there’s smut?😏😅

i know you’re rly busy w other fics right now but if you ever have time….😁 just an idea🤷🏼‍♀️

@lexixstewart strikes again!

Coming soon 👀

#robert bob floyd #robert floyd #robert bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Forever and Ever, Amen - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by the song Forever and Ever, Amen by Randy Travis. It's a cute song and it feels Bob coded imo. It's not a religious song other than the word "amen" being used.

pairing:  Bob Floyd x reader

warnings/content: sickeningly sweet Bob fluff.

word count: 1k

Mornings were never particularly easy for you, but mornings before Bob had to leave for a mission were on the verge of unbearable. At the start of your relationship, they were less frequent, only a few times scattered throughout those first few months of the honeymoon period, spoiling you with plenty of opportunities to spend time together in the early stages. Now at the end of your first year together, it felt like Bob was gone every 4-6 weeks, sometimes just to come home and leave again a day or two later. 

You breathed a heavy, reluctant sigh as you hit snooze on your phone and rolled over to face Bob in bed, who was just reaching over for his glasses. He adjusted them on his face and hummed softly, almost looking defeated as he faced you.

“That time already?” He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, “I don’t want to go this time.”

“I don’t want you to go either, but I don’t think we get a choice in the matter, Bobby,” you sighed heavily as you turned on to your side, a frown forming on your lips as you looked at him. He shut his deep blue eyes for a minute and sighed.

“Alright, we have time for breakfast together first, right?” He said quietly, a strained smile on his face as he looked to you, trying to mask his sadness and frustration with his chosen line of work in this moment.

“Of course we do, you start getting ready, I’ll go make breakfast, yeah?”

Bob pressed his lips to your cheek in a loving kiss as he sat up, frowning as he looked out the window. You reluctantly got yourself up, padding down the hall to the kitchen, leaving Bob alone for a moment to collect his thoughts as he got himself prepared to go out again. The smell of fresh cooked bacon and eggs wafted through the house as you made breakfast for the two of you, the warm rays of the early morning sun came pouring through the window. 

Bob came up behind you, gently snaking his arm around your waist as you poured him a cup of orange juice. He pressed his nose into the back of your hair as he murmured a soft spoken “I love you”. You set the glass down on the counter before turning to face him, forcing a happy smile to hide the tears that were threatening to well up in your eyes as you caught sight of him in his uniform khakis. You adjusted his name tag for him, nodding your head once as you brushed any lint off his shoulders. You breathed in the smell of his aftershave, cupping your hands on either side of his face as you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“There, now you look perfect,” You gave him a nod of approval as you handed him his glass from the counter.

“Wait,” He shook his head and laughed as he set the glass on the table, “I need you to promise me something.”

“Promise you what, exactly?” Your brows furrowed together into a frown that probably appeared more like a pout than mild frustration.

“Promise me you don’t forget that I love you?”

“What on earth kind of promise is that, Bobby? Of course I’m not going to forget.”

“Just promise me, ok? You’ve had to be without me a lot lately, and I feel bad, but I want you to always remember that I love you, and I spend the entire time thinking about how I want to come home to you.”

“Alright,” you nodded your head as you looked at your feet, blinking back tears as you took a breath to collect yourself before looking back up at him, “I promise.”

 “Good, don’t make me sing that song to you,” He flashed a bright grin at you before pressing his lips to your forehead in an affectionate kiss. 

“What song might that be?”

“You’re really gonna make me sing it, aren’t you?” 

“You betcha, Robert”

Bob let out a playful sigh as he grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate on the table and bit into it carefully, being mindful not to make a mess out of his uniform. He swallowed his mouthful and rolled his eyes before clearing his throat and breaking out into song. 

“Oh baby, I’m gonna love you forever, forever and ever amen, As long as old men sit and talk about the weather–”

“As long as old women sit and talk about old men —” you chimed in, harmonizing with Bob as he sang.

“If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful, I’d be happy to tell you again, I’m gonna love you, forever and ever, forever and ever, amen”.

Bob smirked as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Happy now?”

“Mhmm, how long was it you said you’d love me for again?” You returned his smirking glance, biting your lip to hold back a giggle. 

“Forever and ever, baby.”

“That’s what I thought. If I ever feel like I’m forgetting, I’ll just listen to that song until I remember, deal?”

“Perfect,” Bob nodded his head as he kissed you again before taking his seat at the table, quickly tucking into his breakfast.

A half hour later, as you say your goodbyes to one another at the base, you wave to Bob and give him a smile, refusing to let him see you upset as he leaves. Bob wraps you in his strong arms, enveloping your body as he gave you a passionate kiss. 

“Remember, forever and ever, baby,” he whispered softly as he held you tight.

“Forever and ever,” Your voice echoing his as you gave a subtle nod, breathing in his scent and taking in as much of him as you could, committing it all to memory before letting him go for any stretch of time again.

“Forever and ever, amen,” Bob grinned.

#lt. robert floyd #lt. bob floyd #bob x reader #robert floyd x reader #lt. robert floyd x reader #lt. bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick fic #robert floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd x ofc #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x oc #robert floyd x ofc #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd x oc

[bobgasm]

kingpin ⦾ thirteen

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young  word count: 2364  warnings: mentions of loss, grief, feeling lost, lies

summary: in which bob’s apparently not such a bad guy…

twelve | kingpin | fourteen

Emery often found herself wondering what her mother would do or say whenever she found herself in new situations. She wondered if her mom would be comforting or critique her choices. She wondered if she’d be thrilled or disappointed. 

It had been fifteen years since her mother had passed away. Fifteen years since she’d been thrust into the system and bounced around foster homes. She’d met Natasha when she was thirteen and they’d stayed in touch once Nat aged out of foster care. 

Natasha had been kind, compassionate and understanding. She’d helped Emery come out of her shell, told Emery she could come and stay during the weekends. When Natasha decided to go to college, she snuck Emery into her dorm room during the weekends so she still had somewhere to go. 

Natasha became the only true family that Emery had left. 

It sucked, because she remembered her time with Mrs Garcia and her family fondly. They’d been there for her mother’s funeral, hell, she’d been asleep on their couch when the police arrived to tell Emery about her mom’s death. Mrs Garcia had argued with the police to let Emery stay the rest of the night – that she could go with the social worker in the morning. Her world had just been torn apart, surely they had a heart and could see the Garcia’s were practically all she had left. 

She’d continued to go to school with Mickey, the youngest of the Garcia children, until they started high school. Her foster family lived too far away to let her attend the same school as her only friend, and she unfortunately lost contact with Mickey. His family had moved to the city almost a year later, but Emery wasn’t alone for long. Three months later, Natasha came into her life. 

Emery wondered if they were still in the city and how easy it would be to find them now. Now that she was older and had the means to track people down. She wondered if they’d ever tried to find her once they’d moved away. 

She was in her head during the car ride to work. Even if Bob had tried to talk to her, there was no way she’d heard him. 

She didn’t register stopping so he could grab them something to eat, or that they’d made it to work and her food still sat on the dash in front of her. The only thing she wanted right now was a hug from her mom and some words of encouragement, but Emery couldn’t even remember what her voice sounded like. 

Emery’s vision shifted from the empty parking space outside the window to a confused looking Bob. 

“My mom would hate this for me. She told me about the mob growing up. I always suspected that she somehow got involved in something she shouldn’t have and that’s why she died. That diner was always so quiet, you know?” She said, barely registering any hit of recognition on his face. “Her boss was mean, but he let her give me her staff dinner and do my homework at the table until Mrs Garcia picked me up. I just want her to be proud of me.”

She whispered the last part like she was ashamed and Bob reached out to help her from the car. 

“She is proud of you. How could she not be? You’re smart, funny, and determined. You’ve put me in my place more times than anyone has ever dared to. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Emery,” he assured her.

“And yet I’m working for the mob,” she confessed, pulling her hand from his own and immediately missing the warmth and comfort it had provided. “My mother is rolling in her grave.”

She walked ahead of Bob, needing to get away. Needing space. She was glad he gave it to her.

“Emery,” he called after her.

She sighed before turning to look at him. “Yes?”

“Coyote will be here shortly. You need to eat before you join us.” He held out the breakfast sandwich as he closed the gap between them. She took it and let her arm fall to her side. “Please eat. There’s a lot we have to go over, and unfortunately, your expertise means you’ll be able to help things move faster.”

She turned around instead of replying and walked to her office, letting the door slam closed behind her. Ignoring Bob was easier than arguing with him. He always seemed to have an answer, or something to say that eased her conscience. This way, he didn’t have the chance to get in her head.

Emery slumped down at her desk and kicked off her heels. She felt stuffy in the clothes picked out for her by Coyote. They still had the tags on them when she’d changed earlier, and she’d wondered how the hell he knew what size she wore. She quickly changed into a pair of sweats and a loose tee, removing the clip from her hair and redoing it into her usual pony. Feeling slightly more at ease, she begrudgingly grabbed the breakfast sandwich and made her way to Bob’s office. 

She knocked thrice upon hearing chatter behind the closed door. When Bob signaled to come in, she opened the door and found Coyote hunched behind Bob’s chair as they both stared at his computer screen. 

Emery paused with her hand still on the doorknob as Bob gave her a once over, not as subtle as he usually did. He didn’t say anything, but gestured to the seats in front of him. She closed the door for safe measure before taking a seat, pulling her legs underneath her and peeling back the wrapper on the sandwich.

“Do you know much about how overseas bank accounts work?” Bob asked her, his eyes moving back to the screen in front of him. “We’re trying to search through the past transactions but nothing shows up.”

Emery slowly chewed her food, waiting for him to realise how stupid of a question that actually was. She chose not to answer when he looked back at her, instead, making a show of taking another bite of her sandwich. She was answering by not answering – she had no idea how they worked, and up until now, she had no need to learn. 

Coyote clicked on first, mentioning to Bob that she had no reason to know. Bob sighed in response. 

“Can you take a look and try to figure it out?” Bob asked her. It was a much more reasonable request, but also a way of knowing if she would actually cooperate. 

Emery nodded and wrapped her sandwich back up. Setting it on his desk before sitting in the chair he’d just vacated. The two men stood behind her, watching her click away as she tried to navigate the foreign system. It took some work before she found the statements page and ran a statement for the last six months. She downloaded it as a PDF and opened it, using the search function to find the account they were looking for. 

“Bingo,” she said. “There’s the account. Five transactions in the last six months.”

“If there’s been a transaction every month, where’s the latest one?” Bob asked, leaning a little closer to check the dates. 

“I’m assuming it’s not an automatic transfer,” Emery replied. “You should probably change the login password for any of these accounts you have overseas. Just to make sure he doesn’t try to transfer any more money to himself.”

Bob hummed as she slid the keyboard and mouse towards him. Emery slid out of the chair before picking up her sandwich and sitting down in the original chair she occupied. She honestly wasn’t that hungry, but if it got Bob off her back for even two seconds, she’d keep eating. 

Bob looked stressed as the morning wore on. Emery continued to help print statements from their offshore accounts, while Coyote skimmed them to find the account in question. He highlighted every transaction to FBY and tallied up the total, while Bob paced and cursed under his breath. 

“Do you think my father knew?” Bob asked, though Emery wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer. “I really don’t want to make this call.”

“You have to,” Coyote told him. 

“It’s safer if they stay out of the city,” Bob told him. “Hangman reached out early this morning. Decker’s trying to hire someone to take him out. Rooster’s heard chatter from other channels, too, so I have no idea how many hitmen Decker could’ve hired. If they’re at the farm, mom is safe.”

“Decker knows about the farm,” Coyote reminded him. “They need to be in the city.”

Bob’s jaw ticked as he rubbed his face. “Take Emery for coffee.”

Emery stood without prompting and followed Coyote out of the office. She dipped into her office to change before Coyote led her out of the building.

“How are you handling everything?” Coyote asked. Emery wasn’t sure what to make of the question. Was he genuinely interested, or asking to report back to Bob.

“I haven’t forgiven you for running a background check on me,” she responded, earning a small laugh in response. 

“I don’t expect to be forgiven. It was necessary. Everyone goes through the same process,” he told her. 

“Did you buy these clothes or break into my apartment?” Emery asked. 

“I bought them.”

Emery hummed as they fell into silence, the road busy as they crossed and entered a coffee shop. 

“How long have you worked for Bob?”

“Not long, in the grand scheme of things,” he told her. “What do you want?”

“Chamomile tea, thank you,” she replied, taking a seat as he ordered. When he joined her, she eyed him cautiously. “Are you always so vague?”

“We’re in public, Emery,” he reminded her with a look. She sighed and stared out the window at the passing cars and foot traffic. “He’s not so bad, you know?”

“How so?”

“I know you think he’s intense, probably overbearing, am I right?” Emery nodded at his questions. “He has to be. Would you take him seriously otherwise?”

“No, probably not.”

Coyote gave her a smile. “Exactly. There’s a lot going on right now, more so than normal. He said you read the email this morning.”

“Yeah, I did,” she confirmed. “I feel like I’m in over my head.”

“The good news is that he doesn’t know who you are, or your sister,” he said, and strangely enough, Emery found comfort in that. “Bob said you recognised him.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hopefully nothing,” he told her. “But I’m going to talk to Bob about some more intensive training for you, just in case. Is that okay?”

Emery nodded, her throat suddenly dry. 

“It’s my job to think about these things,” he explained further. “Prepare for every outcome. If there’s any reason for you to worry, you’ll be told.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. When their drinks were ready, they stood up and made their way back. 

Emery didn’t feel like talking. She’d finished her tea by the time they made it back and threw her cup in the trash, sitting back down in Bob’s office as both she and Coyote waited for him to return. 

“What else do you do for your job?” She asked him. “I know that you do background checks and expect the worst, but is that all?”

He chuckled softly. “I do a lot. Recon is my specialty, especially since joining the Floyd’s. Mostly, I’m here for whatever Bob needs, you know? He calls, I answer.”

Emery nodded. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

Bob chose that moment to rejoin them, blowing out an exasperated breath as he crossed the room and sat down in his chair. 

“Didn’t go well, I suppose?” Coyote asked. 

Bob laughed humourlessly. “Not at all.” He yanked his tie off and dropped it on his desk, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt. “They’re coming back to the city. He wants everyone in town for a meeting tomorrow. Emery, you’ll join us. Daddy dearest wants to meet you.”

By the time Emery made it home, she was exhausted. Grateful that Nat was still at the gym, she took a shower and tried to think of something to tell her about why she didn’t come home last night. Deciding to stick to the truth as much as she could, she took the time to dry her hair and changed into some comfy clothes. 

She was lounging on the couch when Nat finally arrived home and dropped her keys in the bowl by the door.

“Hey,” Emery greeted nonchalantly.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me as if I haven’t sent you multiple texts and tried to call you several times in the last twenty four hours,” Nat told her. “You sounded off on the phone last night. I’ve been worried sick!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Emery apologised sheepishly. “I really did have to stay late last night. I went through some reports with Bob and his sister, Morgan, about their casino and strip club.”

“Okay…and?” She pried. 

“It’s boring shit, honestly. I crashed at Morgan’s. Had a few too many Jack and coke’s, which, I know, is not like me at all. Especially on a Monday. I’ve only just put my phone on charge since I got home. I’m sorry I had you worrying.”

Nat ran her hand through her hair. “I know you had reservations about this job. What you said about their previous accountant retiring out of the blue and then you being weird on the phone…I jumped to conclusions. Then with no texts all day today.” She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought. “It’s odd seeing you let your hair down, even if I didn’t see it, you know?”

Emery grinned. “Yeah, it’s weird for me too,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll be more vigilant about keeping my phone charged in the future, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed. “So, Bob has a sister, huh?”

“I know. It makes him seem kind of normal,” Emery admitted, earning a laugh from Nat. “Less intense, you know?”

author’s note: it really kicks off from the next chapter so i hope y’all are ready 🤭

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[skvatnavle]

fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators 💗

Thank you so much for this ask, Charnie! 😄❤️

But... only five? They're all my babies. How can I choose? 😅

◇ Under the stars

Frankie Morales x reader. You've never been on a Valentine's date, but Frankie's gonna change that.

◇ Turn the page series

Rick Flag x OFC! Emma Johnson. An AU where Rick is a lumberjack in Columbia Falls, Montana. He wants to live a quiet life. But then Emma inherits her grandmother's bookstore and forever changes his life.

◇ Beast within series

Werewolf Matt Murdock x reader. A part of a challenge, but I have ideas for more chapters. Dark, gory, werewolves, angsty. Love how it turned out.

◇ There in the shadows

Luke x reader. A character hardly no-one knows about, but Lewis does amazing in this. From the movie The Strangers: Prey at Night. My first real whumpy, angsty fic and I'm quite proud of it, even if it's short.

◇ The Decoy

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x plus size reader. Being a big girl myself, I wanted to make this soft fic where a girl like me could get a guy like Bob. Fluffy, heartwarming and funny, if I may say so myself. Proud of it.

This was a little hard, but still so fun. I often forget to appreciate my own work (and reblog it), so thank you for this ❤️😘

#fic rec myself #frankie morales x reader #rick flag x reader #matt murdock x reader #luke strangers prey at night #robert bob floyd x plus size reader #frankie morales fanfiction #rick flag x ofc! emma johnson #matt murdock fanfiction #luke x reader #robert bob floyd fanfiction

[beckwritesfiction]

Slow Ride - Chapter 1 

CHAPTER INDEX: X

Notes: This is the first time I've shared any of my fan fiction in around ten years. I've grown as a writer, but I wanted to do something just for fun. This follows Bob falling in love with a fellow Top Gun graduate, and Hangman getting a reality check and falling a woman unlike anyone he's ever been with before. I've taken some liberties with their back stories, but overall I think it's fairly accurate. There are some cliches in here for the fun of it. Why would Maverick have an assistant? Because it's convenient for my plot. But trust me, you'll love it. With this series, I promise a lot. Sometimes soft hangman. A well-written Bob. Anxiety representation.

Summary: Henrietta follows Maverick to his new assignment and meets an unsuspecting Hangman her first night in town.

Word Count: 2.8k

ARRIVAL: HENRIETTA

Henrietta had never considered herself adventurous.  Maybe that was why she was so on edge every time Maverick did something she knew wasn’t allowed.  If he was fired, she would be, too.  At least that was what she thought every time, but the worst that happened was a transfer.  The day Cain was ready to shut their operation down, she thought that was the day she would actually get fired.  

While they waited for Mav’s arrival, they knew he would find a way to not listen.  And they agreed they’d play dumb, otherwise they’d be in just as deep as him.  She, however, could not be dishonorably or honorably discharged.  She was just the person that fetched the papers and made the coffee.  But she didn’t like tension.  She wasn’t even sure she liked it when more than a few people were in a room at a time, let alone high-ranking officials and seasoned veterans.

Hen had been housebound for six months after what happened.  She had no confidence in being about to go into society again, and taking a walk with the man she called her uncle as a child seemed to be the only thing she looked forward to.  Online classes were hard, but they were better than none at all.  The idea that she could find a way to make money without needing to deal with everyday people was appealing.

“I’ve called you like ten times,” she said tensely when Mav dismounted his bike.  

“That’s the beauty of these things.  You can’t even feel the vibration of your telephone,” he said.

“No one calls it a telephone anymore.”  He began to walk, and she followed.  “If you want to run the test, you’ll have to do it fast.  Cain’s on his way.  He’s shutting it down.  Hondo’s about to brief you on it.”

“Shutting it down?” he echoed, perplexed.

Hen shrugged.  “I’m assuming we have the heads up so you can run it and say ‘oops’ when you come back down.  Because you will come back down, because you’re hitting mach ten and then, you know…coming back down.”

Mav looked over at her, giving her a firm nod.  “Just like all the other tests.”  When he assured her in times like this, there was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind.  He was confident, and confident people scared her because there was such a large margin for things to go terribly wrong.  How he knew every time he’d come back down, she had no idea.  Flying was something you could control until you couldn’t.  She of all people should know that. 

“I know you wanna be the guy that goes the fastest, but mach ten is fast.  It’s so fast.  Mach ten point one isn’t that much faster, and neither is ten point two.  So hit it, then come back down.  Please.  Don’t try to be Icarus.”  The team was heading toward them in the hangar, and this was her final plea. “Right now, you’re all I have left.”

“You won’t lose me over something like this,” he said, as though she should know it already.

“Anything can happen to an aircraft—”

Hondo and the team’s presence made her stop.  She wasn’t about to air out her trauma in front of a bunch of men.

Hen waited outside of Cain’s office for what felt like hours.  When Mav left, she gathered her things, closing her laptop and shoving it into her bag as she tried to keep up with him. “Good news, bad news?” she asked.  Her glasses were sliding down the bridge of her nose, so she pushed them up.

“Have you ever been a teacher’s assistant?” he inquired.

“I never got to that point before I dropped out.”

“Did you really drop out if you’re back in school?  Doing it on your laptop is just as good as doing it in a classroom.”

“I didn’t leave my house for six months,” she reminded him.

“Well, San Diego should be a nice change of scenery.  I’m going back to Top Gun.  We’ll leave in an hour.”

She let him go ahead of her, unsure if she’d be able to do it with him.  Top Gun was where it all started.  She wasn’t even sure if she would exist without it.  It was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to her.

After riding for hours, they were finally in San Diego.  He wanted to get some things settled and gave her the night off.  Knowing this was a joke, mostly because he didn’t pay her by the hour, and because he knew that he was the only person she knew in San Diego, he offered to let her make his lesson plans between studying.

What she didn’t expect was for him to take her to The Hard Deck, a bar that was crowded and loud.  Deciding it was best to give him a little privacy given his reunion with an old flame, she exiled herself to the corner.  The booth was comfortable enough, and she was able to spread out and study there.  She was there for nearly half an hour before she was snapped out of her intense focus.  The man that leaned on the corner of the table was looking at her like he expected something.  Then she realized he said something that she’d missed.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, ‘I didn’t realize this was a college hangout.’”

He was tall, even leaning over, and his eyes were intense.  Confident.  Confidence wasn’t welcome in her world anymore.  Maverick was just about all she could take.

“Oh, yeah. I…don’t really have anywhere else to do this right now.  My uncle’s my ride, and he’s not ready to leave yet.”

There was a moment where she felt like she couldn’t breathe.  He was looking at her like he was searching for something, and she wasn’t sure there was anything for him to find.  “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, his eyes leaving hers only to look at her dwindling glass of water.

Hen wanted to say that she was doing homework and that and drinking didn’t usually go together, but words weren’t coming to her that easily.  All she could do was nod.  Watching him, uniform and all, from her booth made her wonder why he came over to her.  She was not the only woman in the bar, but she was the only one in the corner looking like she had something to do.  Because she did.  When he sat down in front of her, he offered her a glass filled with something she couldn’t identify if she tried.  She never had the party phase of college. “Thanks,” she willed herself to say.  Now that she said one thing, she felt like she could say another.  Only she went to say it right when he spoke.  She laughed, looking at his tight lipped smile.  “Sorry, go ahead.”

“I’ve seen a lot, but I’ve never seen someone studying in a bar before.”

Her attention went back to her laptop, which she closed.  “What else is there to do?” she asked, and he laughed.  She hadn’t meant it as a joke, but she went with it as she stacked the folder and textbook against the wall.  

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“Journalism.”  She took a drink, and she resisted the urge to cringe.  It was strong, and she wasn’t used to it.

“I’m Hangman,” he said.  “Jake, but most people call me Hangman.”

Her heart sank.  If he had a call sign, he was probably Top Gun.  “Oh, it’s your call sign?”  Feeling like she couldn’t ignore him after he bought her a drink, she added, “What made you pick a name like Strawman?  Do you get tangled in a lot of debates?”  She laughed, then, genuinely, and he smiled only because she laughed.

“No, it’s hangman.”

“Oh, sorry.  It’s kind of loud in here.”

“What’s this about debating?” he asked.

“It’s the strawman argument.  When you’re debating with someone and you argue another point on purpose to throw off the original debate.”

“Why is it that I can't imagine you debating with anyone?”

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hen asked. She didn't want to be offended, but she wondered why he assumed that about her. 

He shrugged.  “I'm just saying, you're a pretty girl studying in a bar.  It’s not what I expect from you.”

She couldn't focus, then. He had called her pretty, and she wasn't sure when she had been out long enough to get anyone's attention, let alone someone who looked like him. If he was in Top Gun, he was probably cocky, and he was also probably way too confident for her liking. “Well, I'm not combative. I was just the president of the debate team in high school.”

“Oh, that’s adorable.” he grinned.  She went to speak, then didn’t.  She scanned the bar for Maverick, hoping he would interrupt so she didn't have to figure out how to tell him she wasn’t from there and not the kind of girl he was looking for.  “What’s your name?”

“Henrietta.  People never call me that, though.  Henri, Hen.”  He smiled into his drink before downing the rest of it.  She didn’t like that she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.  His smile, ever-present and now seeming a bit smug to her, threw her off.  Suddenly, she wasn’t so nervous just because he looked like a walking Barbie promo.  “What, are you used to hooking up with girls named Jenny?  You think I’m unique because I”m sitting in a corner studying at a bar, I have a unique name.  Which, yes, it sounds like it belongs to an old lady, and it did.  It’s my grandmother’s name.  You can say it all, I’ve probably heard it before.”

“When did this turn into us hooking up?” he challenged.

“Why else did you come over here?  I’m clearly not from here, and neither are you.”

“Relax, I never said it was a bad idea.  I just wondered where you made that connection.  And I’ve yet to check Jenny off my list.  I’ve been with two Nicole’s, though.  Henrietta definitely wasn’t on the list, but now it is.”

Hen began to scoot out of the booth, taking her laptop and mess of papers and documents with her.  “You’re disgusting, just like that drink.”

“It’s a Jack and Coke,” he said, much calmer than her.

“I don’t like Jack, and I don’t like Coke.  And that’s a strawman argument.  Have a great night.”  Her tone implied that she didn’t want him to have a great night, but he took it.  When she hurried her way through the packed bar, even more packed than when they arrived, she found that Maverick was not there.  The man playing the piano loudly set off the alarm bells in her head.  She didn’t want to be in the crowd and she didn’t want to be there anymore.  She wanted to go to her room and watch Gilmore Girls on her laptop under a blanket.

As she burst out the bar’s front door, she found Maverick in the parking lot.  “I was just about to call you,” he said.

“Well, no need.  I’m here. And all I want to do is go home.”

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head gently. “You can’t hang out with me forever.  You didn’t talk to one person tonight?”

“No, I actually did talk to one person, and I didn’t like it.”

As he mounted his bike, she adjusted her backpack and got on behind him. “The longer you hide yourself away from the rest of the world, the harder it’ll be to come back.  There should be more to your life besides this.”

She said nothing, mostly because she knew he was right.  But she also knew she didn’t have to sit around and have hot Top Gun graduates laugh at her name.  She liked her old lady name.  

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k :)) Can you write a Bob blurb with #17 on the fluff prompts? "i made a playlist for you, come sit and listen."

ahhh ofc!!! hope u enjoy :))

pairing: bob floyd x girlfriend!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: pure fluff hehe

Bob Floyd was the best man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. The fact that you were able to hang on to him was some kind of miracle.

Every single day you were reminded of the reasons you fell in love with him. Today being one of those days.

“Darlin’!” You hear him yell from downstairs, and you’re already skipping down the steps to find your boyfriend.

It’s early still, just gone 8AM and you’re clad only in one of Bob’s large sleep tshirts and a pair of threadbare shorts. You can see the planes of Bob’s shirtless back as he stands slightly bent over the kitchen counter, he twists to see you as his ears perk up at the telltale sounds of your feet padding through the tiled kitchen.

“Morning, baby,” you hum, pressing a kiss just above his heart.

He smiles down at you, stroking at the mussed hair atop your head, reaching a finger down to flick at your chin. Bob kisses you softly, as always, like a dream. You lean against each other for a moment before he breaks the peace, by hauling you up in his arms and placing you on the counter top.

“I made you something,” he admits, looking to the floor somewhat shyly.

It makes you giggle, as he feigns aloofness whilst shuffling towards the table.

“Close your eyes,” he orders.

“Sir, yes sir.” You tease, shutting your eyes at once.

Bob chuckles at your words and you can feel him return as his warm presence takes up residence in front of you again.

“Okay… now place your hands out,” Bob declares.

“I’m excited,” you smile, offering up your hands.

A small rectangular piece of plastic is dropped into your hands, you grip at it for a moment before Bob orders you again.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You look down into your open palms and let a toothy grin spread across your face at the sight of the mixtape. Across the cover scrawled in sharpie are the words:

MY LOVE

Only Bob, could do something so cheesy and make it horrifically romantic.

“Is this what I think it is?” You gasp.

“I made a playlist for you,” he smiles bashfully, “can I play it for you?” He lets a grin spread across his face as you nod vigorously.

“What the hell are you going to- Oh my God.”

Your previous question is answered as Bob hauls a tired boombox from beneath the kitchen table.

“Don’t ask,” he teases.

“You’re everything, y’know?” You speak earnestly, holding Bob’s eyes in your own until he breaks away with a flush painting his cheeks.

“I love you.” He shrugs like it’s the easiest thing in the world. It kind of is, he thinks.

a/n: bob the sweetheart ugh

sorry guys press play took ahold of me and i had to write about a mixtape 😭😭

ty for reading and requesting!!!

pls comment or reblog and tell me what you think :))

- honey <333

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