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sarahsmi13s · 10 months

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hey vinny! wanna write bob + "you're more than. a one night stand"? 👀👀

um of course i do!!! ❤❤

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x bartender!reader warning: elusions to sex, insecurities and self doubt, admittedly a little fluffier than intended word count: ~1.6k prompt: "you're more than a one night stand"

The one thing you didn’t expect when you woke up were the arms wrapped around your naked waist. But in your groggy state you didn’t panic or become confused, you simply snuggled back into the warm chest.

It wasn’t until the breath fanned across the back of your neck did you panic internally.

But you looked down and saw the familiar forearms that led to familiar hands; the left one accented by the Navy issued watch on its wrist.

Being a bartender, you saw a lot of forearms and a lot of hands. Most of the time you recognized the order by the hand on the bar, which came in handy on busy nights – no pun intended.

Which is why you knew whose arms were wrapped around you. The order attached to these hands was a cup of peanuts and a glass of sweet tea or water.

Yup, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was in your bed.

You closed your eyes and sighed. This is not what you intended to happen.

Yeah, you have feelings for Bob. Have for a while now. But now that you’ve slept with him, you were worried that things would never go back to the way they were. Because they never do with you.

You decided that you should get up and shower, save yourself the heartbreak of watching or feeling him leave by hiding in your bathroom.

Sighing again, you pushed back the covers and carefully tried to get out of his arms.

Behind you though, Bob grumbled sleepily and pulled you closer, his large hand squeezing your waist gently. You bit your lip, memories of what led you here flashing in your mind.

“Bob, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” you whispered, hoping that he’d loosen his hold and just go back to sleep.

And he did, but he grumbled about it first before kissing your bare shoulder.

A heat spread across your face as your stomach fluttered. That wasn’t ideal. Because it doesn’t matter how you tried to rationalize the act. Oh, he’s groggy and asleep, he doesn’t know he did that. or He’s just dreaming. Doesn’t matter, your heart is thrumming because he did it.

You shook it off and carefully wriggled your body out of the puzzle slot it felt so safe in.

Your feet hit the ground and you were cold immediately, missing the warmth of the aviator now on his stomach in the middle of your bed. You get up and grab up your sweatshirt and panties from the floor, looking at the strewn clothes that show the haste you and Bob were in to get into your bed last night.

Moving around the room, you picked up your jeans and tank top from the floor, tossing them in your basket before turning to the other clothes on the floor. Then, you picked up Bob’s clothes from the floor and folded them.

First, his blue jeans that had lighter spots on the thighs where they’ve been worn down from either wearing them often or his little tic where he rubs his palms on his jeans. You can remember the feeling of the denim between your thighs as he pressed you into the mattress, hand cradling the side of your face and the watchband scratching your jaw gently. You bit your lip as you put them on your chest of drawers.

His shirt was next, the simple yellow fabric that made his eyes that much bluer. His cologne was still present on the collar, the cedar and cardamom making your head dizzy in the best way. The shirt was soft and thin against your fingertip, just like it was when it was bunched in your hands last night when Bob had you pinned against the wall with one large hand braced next to your head and the other rubbing you through your jeans.

After putting the shirt on top of the jeans you picked up his boxers.

“How can a cock that big fit in these?” You mumbled to yourself, remembering the weight of him in your hand when you palmed him through the fabric in your hands.

Shaking your head with a light, slightly sad, chuckle, you put the boxers down and grabbed some clothes to take to the bathroom.

Bob took a deep breath as he woke up, inhaling the peach scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the pillow he was face down in.

He rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand to get his glasses.

Putting them on, he sighed contently as he draped an arm over his torso.

He smiled, remembering the entire night. From inviting you to the bonfire after his third cup of peanuts to the innocent swipe of s’more off your lip and then the taste of s’more when he took the chance and kissed you goodbye in the parking lot.

He knew that he’d want to step back, take you out on a proper date and show you that this wasn’t a one time thing to him – with hope that you felt the same.

The amount of times he’d dreamt of being so intimate with you, it never would have prepared him for the real thing.

Every thrust, every kiss, every touch – sent electricity through him. Even this morning when he woke up with you in his arms, it was just this feeling of calm. It was a feeling of comfort and love.

Every moan, every pant, every grunt – was music to his ears. Much clearer than in his dreams. He could actually feel the moans vibrating your chest and throat, the breathy pants against his neck and ear.

He got to watch your face as he felt you squeeze around him, your thighs trembling against his hips. Looking like a literal dream underneath him.

Bob knew he loved you the moment you welcomed him back with open arms after the mission. Telling him all of his peanut cups and sweet tea were on you. And then when you organized a party for him for his birthday, he knew that you were it for him.

So, as he gets up and gets dressed, he’s crossing his fingers that you feel the same way.

You sighed as you left the bathroom, your hair still wrapped in the thin towel as you went to your room to grab your laundry basket.

Your bedroom door is closed so you have no idea if he had already left or not. And you hated the disappointment you felt when you opened the door to see your bed empty.

Still, you gathered your basket and went to your laundry room.

As you went past your entryway, you looked up at your door to make sure it was locked. And once you confirmed Bob had locked up before he left, you sighed again and looked at the floor.

Your brow furrowed and you looked back up.

Yup, that’s what you thought. Bob’s boots and his damned black Carrhart zip up hoodie in your entryway.

That’s when you smelled the coffee and heard Bob moving around in your kitchen.

You immediately put the hamper down, toss your hair towel in it, and go to the kitchen.

“Robby?”

“Good morning Peaches,” he smiled at you effortlessly as he poured two cups of coffee. “How was your shower?”

You blinked, your brain having to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. “Oh, um, yeah… yeah it was good.”

He smiled and fixed your coffee just the way you liked it. “Here you go.”

You smiled and took the warm mug in your hands, “Thank you…” You took a sip and swallowed it before looking at Bob, “Um what-what are you doing here?”

Bob looked at you, trying not to let the hurt show on his face. His brain immediately going to the self-doubting and the fear that he had read you all wrong. “I-I just thought that we-we could have breakfast, may-maybe spend the day together?”

You furrowed your brow, “You-you wanna hang out?”

He nodded, “Yeah-yeah…” He sat his mug down and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “B-but if you want me to go, I will. If this is a one time thing, just a one night stand. I get that. But I don’t think things will ever-”

In the midst of his rant you walked around the island and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands fisting in the soft yellow t-shirt.

Once Bob shook off the shock, he was threading his fingers into your wet hair and gripping your hip with his free hand. You tilted your head into his hand and deepened the kiss as he walked you back and then pinned you to the fridge door. One of your hands gripped his hip to pull him impossibly closer.

Your lips moved together in sync, not worrying about oxygen as you practically breathed in each other.

But when you both started to feel dizzy, you separated with a ‘pop’.

He rested his forehead on yours as you cupped his cheek. “Not that I’m complaining… but what was that for?”

“To shut you up…” You giggled, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his flushed cheek bone. You take a few more breaths before looking up into his cerulean blue eyes, “I wasn’t sure how you felt before… I figured you would have just left while I was in the shower. Considering most one night stands end like that…”

He shook his head, “You are more than a one night stand to me.” He chuckled, “I’ve always wanted to be with you, from the moment I met you… that’s what I’ve wanted… what I’ve needed, Y/N…”

You huffed out a small laugh, “I need that too. I need you, Robby…”

“Sooo, that’s a yes?”

“Yes, Bob, it’s a yes.”

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daisyfieldrecs · 2 months

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Jake Seresin Fics Pt. 2

This Sunday Is for My Girl| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @roosterforme

My Sunshine| One-Shot| Fluff| @hangmans-wingman

It's Not Me, It's You| One-Shot| Fluff, Implied Smut| @phoenixsbby

married?| One-Shot| Fluff| @captainamericasmotercycle

Friends| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @bradshawssugarbaby

is it too soon to do this yet?| One-Shot| Fluff| @purelyfiction

Break Up in a Small Town| One-Shot| Fluff| @chiaraanatra

Cop Car| One-Shot| Fluff| @chiaraanatra

Hurricane| One-Shot| Fluff| @chiaraanatra

Lover| One-Shot| Smut| @sorchathered

Today and Every Day| One-Shot| Fluff, Implied Smut| @sailor-aviator

Short Love| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @callsigns-haze

Stay in your lane| One-Shot| Fluff| @warnersister

The Love Game| One-Shot| Angst| @tip-top-cloud-surfer

Gray| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @tip-top-cloud-surfer

A Little Tag-a-Long| One-Shot| Fluff| @tip-top-cloud-surfer

Mav's Reaction to Each Dagger Dating His Daughter| One-Shot| Fluff| @tip-top-cloud-surfer

he doesn't| One-Shot| Fluff| @seresinhangmanjake

Jake and the Park| Blurb| Fluff| @sailor-aviator

Jake and a Surprise Pregnancy| Blurb| Fluff| @sailor-aviator

Not Your Type| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @seresinhangmanjake

so it goes| Series (maybe)| Fluff, Angst| @purelyfiction

The Nanny| Pt. 2| Pt. 3| Pt. 4| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @bobby-r2d2-floyd

Fine Line| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @thesewordsareallihavetogive

Got My Mind Set On You| One-Shot| Fluff, Implied Smut| @bradshawssugarbaby

Take Care Of Business| One-Shot| Fluff| @honkytonk-hangman

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desert-fern · 1 year

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A Gun Amongst Daggers Master List

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

Read on Wattpad or AO3!

Teaser

Spotify Playlist

Part 1 - The Seal in the Bar

Part 2 - Goddamn Pilots

Part 3 - Intel

Part 4 - Guess Who?

Part 5 - Flyboy On My Mind

Part 6 - Mark Me Down as Horny, not Scared

Part 7 - Shaping Up and Shipping Out

Part 8 - The Boat to Riyadh

Part 9 - Glowing in the Dark

Part 10 - On Nights Like This

Part 11 - Operation Hellfire

Intermission

Part 12 - I’m Not Ready to Die

Part 13 - I’m Not Gonna Lose You Now

Part 14 - Cuz I Need You (Like the Flowers Need the Rain)

Part 14.5 - The Letter

Part 15 - Game of Survival

Part 16 - Mark My Words

Part 17 - What About Us?

Part 18 - But I Know Who I Am Now (I Am Yours)

Part 19 - ‘Cause You’re the Reason Love Comes Easy

Part 20 - Golden

Part 21 - I Won’t Let You Go

Part 22 - Reunion

Part 23 - Lights Down Low

Part 24 - (Sun)Kissed

Epilogue - Like Real People Do

A/N: Hi all! Come scream your theories at me! I want to hear what you all think! This list will be updated as new chapters come out and it will be found on my pinned post under "My Works"!

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hangmansgbaby · 1 year

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Three’s a Crowd, Unless its You

THIS IS 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: Jake and y/n wanted to spice things up in the bedroom so they brought Rooster in. And then the feelings started so Jake and y/n make a plan to permanently in Rooster to their everyday life.

Pairings: established jake x reader, bradley x reader, bradley x jake, bob x reader

Warnings: slight angst, threesome vibes, dom bob, mentions of subspace, swearing, smut, smut, and more smut, squirting, maybe cum play?, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), anxiety, basically lots of smut with some plot

Notes: A big thank you to @bobby-r2d2-floyd who practically wrote this for me cause I am not good at smut but wanted this to exist! Also thank you to @roosters-girl and @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s who bounced ideas around and read through it a million times with us!

word count: 5k

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You and Jake had been together for a while, you two were comfortable with each other and with the sex that you had been having, but lately you both had been noticing the lingering gaze from Rooster whenever the Dagger squad was together, or when Rooster came over to your place to hang out. You and Jake had talked about bringing Bradley into your relationship for a while as a third lover, only Rooster had fallen deeply for you; he came around more often and started staying longer after rolling around the bed with you and Jake for a few hours to hold you. Aftercare moments got sweeter and longer, and while you reciprocate those feelings, you will always feel more love for Jake.

Jake noticed these small things and grew worried that you were tired of him and that he was losing you, but after a long night of you two together, you had assured him that you’re still very much in love with him. Jake was the one who suggested bringing him in, officially, actually. You knew from prior wine nights with Bob and Phoenix that he was quite the Dom in the bedroom, at the time it was random information but now? You can use that to your advantage. This began a plan of action, a sex-posal if you will, that will come to a head tonight. You had discussed the situation with Bob beforehand and he was all for it since he was getting tired of hearing Rooster talk nonstop about you and Jake any chance he got.

When you suggested bringing Bob into your weekly tryst with Jake and Bradley, neither of them were really prepared for it. They knew it was going to happen, it was just the when that they were unaware of. So when you surprised Jake one night when he got home from work, with nothing but his Stetson and a sexy lingerie set peaking from beneath one of Rooster’s Hawaiian shirts, he had a sneaking suspicion as to what was about to happen. You led him up to the guest bedroom, his brain whirring and cock swelling at the thought of getting a round in before Rooster showed up and the plan taking action, but instead he was pushed into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Whatcha doin’ Honey?” Jake questions as you move around to the back of the chair, looping the rope around his hands and the bars of the chair, loosely, according to the plan.

“Nothing.” you smiled innocently, moving around to the front of him, straddling his still clothed lap. “Just got a surprise for you, baby.” you kiss him softly on the lips before standing up. “Now, take this,” you wrap one of his bandanas around his mouth to gag him and slip a blindfold over his head, resting at his brows and ready to be pulled down just as Rooster calls out.

“Hey Pretty? Jake? I’m here!” he calls from the foyer, kicking his boots off at the door.

“Up here, Roos!” you call out and you look back to Jake, “you’re still okay with all this?”, he nods and you smile, slipping the blindfold down over his eyes. “Okay. Be good. Love you.” You smirk before strutting out of the room. “Hey big guy.” You hold the smirk, leaning against the entrance to the hallway, his shirt slipping down off your shoulder since you don’t have it buttoned properly.

“Well hello to you, pretty. What’s the occasion?” he asks, reaching out for you and you talk half a step back to tease him.

“Just a little surprise… wear this for me?” you ask, holding up the blindfold.

“Are you in charge tonight?” Bradley chuckles, taking the blindfold from you.

“You could say that. Now please?” You smile sweetly at him.

“Alright.” slipping the blindfold on, you take his hand and lead him into the room, gently placing him to the other chair.

“Ya know Pretty, normally I’m putting those knots on you.” Bradley chuckles, as you start wrapping the rope around his wrists.

“If you didn’t want me to use them on you,” you finish the knot, securing him to the chair. “You shouldn’t have taught me how to do it.”

You smile at your knot work before reaching over to pull Jake’s gag from his mouth before continuing. “Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.”

“Honey, whatcha doin?” Jake questions, still playing along with the plan and you laugh before reaching over and ghosting your fingers across their laps.

“Havin’ some fun.”

“What are you doing to us, Pretty?” Bradley groans as you move to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Remember when I asked if we could include Bob one day?”

“Yea baby, we had our meetings with him. We just gotta set a date.” Bradley says and you bite your lip before looking behind them to the shut bathroom door across the hall.

“Well how about right now? Bobby!”

The bathroom door opens and Bradley’s pulse picks up, not prepared for this to be happening.

“Oh, Pretty… I don’t know.” Bradley sighs out and you just smirk. “Jake?” he asks and Jake shrugs, knowing that Bradley can’t see but doing it anyway.

“I don’t see why not. It’s just a little bit of fun, Brad.” he says and Bradley’s anxiety is sky high over the situation.

“You sure you still wanna do this, doll?” Bob asks, his soft demeanor still showing, towering over you. You nod softly before going to pull Bradley and Jake’s blindfolds down from their eyes and Jake nods softly to you and Bob.

Bob grabs your jaw bone between his thumb and ring fingers, his hand essentially cupping the lower half of your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me when I talk to you.” Bob says firmly.

“Hey woah Bob!” Bradley protests, “That's a little harsh, man.”

“You still wanna do this?” Bob asks and you nod, causing him to jerk your head again, “use your words.” Bob states, ignoring Bradley and his protests entirely.

“Yes.” you reply softly, receiving a light slap to your cheek. “Yes, sir.” you moan, skin tingling from the contact.

“Good girl.” Bob smiles. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” another slap, slightly harder. “Green, sir.”

“Bob, I don’t like this.” Bradley pulls against the ropes, trying to get to you, rescue you.

“It’s alright, Rooster. She asked for it.” Jake smiles at Bradley, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Plus, we’ve done worse.”

“And she’s not complaining. Are you, baby doll?” Bob drags his hand from your chin down your neck, thumb and middle fingers digging to the sides of your neck, just over your pulse points, dragging a whine as he gently chokes you. “What do you want, Doll?” his hands move to your chest, tugging on the lace cups of your bra. “You want me to touch you? Treat you like my little slut?”

You nod as he pinches your nipple, pulling slightly, a gasp sneaking past your lips.

“Ask them, doll.” Bob nods to Jake and Bradley, “Ask them if you can be my good little slut.”

Your eyes dart between Jake and Bradley as Bob’s lips begin an assault on your neck, “please-” you let a moan as Bob nips at your skin, “please let me be a good little slut for Bob.”

Jake nods and Bradley looks at Jake, adamant to let you go through with this but eventually he nods too. This causes Bob to smirk at the both of them.

“Enjoy the show ‘cause I know that your girl is really going to enjoy it.” Bob pushes you back into the bed with little care, rough but still respectful of the boundaries that you had set. “As much as I love this little number, doll, it’s gotta go.” he says before he rips the lingerie to shreds.

“Bobby!” He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nipping before swiping his tongue across to smooth it.

“And much as I love these beauties.” Bob smiles, long gone the shy backseater that Jake and Bradley were familiar with. “I’m more curious about how you taste.” he slides his left hand down your stomach, stopping momentarily to graze your clit before running his fingers through your slit.

“Shit, Babydoll, is this all for me?” Bob groans, feeling your warm slick. “Or is this because your boys are gonna watch me have my way with you?” he looks back at the two tied up aviators and smirks.

The moan that rips through your throat as he slowly slid one of his fingers into your wet hole was nothing short of beautiful to Bradley, who was trying to shake your knots free.

“Doll, these boys must not stretch you out very often if you’re squeezing me like this.” Bob groans as he feels just how tight your walls are around one of his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna remedy that right now.”

He pulls his hand away from you, slipping his slick soaked finger into his mouth and groaning at how sweet you taste. “Fuck babydoll, with as sweet of a pussy like you have, I don’t know how either of these boys don’t live between your thighs. Must be why Jake calls you Honey all the time, isn’t it?” he says as he adjusts his body so your thighs are thrown over his shoulders.

He gives you no warning before his lips are sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a cry that nearly had Bradley breaking the chair to get to you, whereas Jake stays put, his cock rock hard in his service khakis.

Bob slips a finger back into your hole and immediately finds your g-spot, knowing enough about the female anatomy to get you screaming his name in a matter of seconds where with Jake or Bradley, it always took them a minute before they could really get you going.

“Fuck! Sir-please!” you cry out, fingers knotting in his short locks.

“Please what, babydoll?” he pulls away long enough to ask and you let out a sob.

“Pl-please let me cum!” you beg and he gets you right to the edge and then pulls away before you can fall into ecstasy.

“Robert!” you groan out and he slaps your pussy and you flinch, not in pain but in shock.

“What’s my name?” he says, teasing your hole with his fingers again.

“Sir.” you choke out as he gives a gentle stroke to your clit.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” you barely finish the word before he’s slipping two fingers into you and massaging that special spot again, using this thumb to rub at your clit and you’re seeing stars as your orgasm builds.

Bob being the Dom he is, pulls away before you can come, again, and again, and again. You let out frustrated cry, tears running down your face out of pleasure and frustration as you nearly kick him in the ribs.

“Hey, do you want to be tied up, little girl?” he asks and you shake your head no.

“No, I’ll be good sir! Please.. Just let me cum I’ll be your good girl! I’ll be so good for you, please..” you beg and he kisses your inner thigh before sliding his fingers back into you for a final time, bringing your climax finally and you cry out as you soak the sheets below you and some of Bob’s neck, chest, and forearm.

“Fuck babydoll, you didn’t tell me you could do that.” he groans out, his accent prevalent and youre trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah I didn’t know that I could either.” you laugh a little and Bob kisses your clit before sitting up and looking at Jake and Bradley.

Jake is sitting there, wet patch gathering by this fly and Bradley is red in the face but also with a noticeable hardon. “Look at that, boys. I got your girl to do something that neither of you could. How does that feel?” he asks and Bradley struggles against the ropes again, cursing himself for teaching you how to tie these knots.

“You son of a-” he starts but is cut off when Jake kicks at him.

“Bradley, it’s okay. We agreed to this.” he tries to sound dejected but on the inside he is jealous as fuck. Bradley just huffs and sits back in his seat.

Bob slips out of his boxers before grabbing your hips and shifts you so you’re lying width-wise on the bed before he pulls you hips up so you’re on your knees, chest pressed against the bed as you look at Jake and Bradley. “Look at your boys, babydoll. I want them to see the look in your eyes when I split you open on my cock.” he says, running the head of his cock through your folds and you moan softly when he rubs against your clit.

You lock eyes with Bradley as Bob is pushing into you, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as he eases all of his cock into you, splitting you open into a way that was different than both Jake and Bradley. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size for a second before slowly picking up the pace and he has you cock-dumb in seconds, the last look that you recognize on Bradley’s face is one of pain as he watches the woman he loves getting fucked by one of his best friends. His brain short circuiting in the worst of ways; maybe your love for him was all in his head, maybe you just wanted something fun for a while and you tired of him, maybe--

“Look at our girl.” Jake says, free of his bonds and running his fingers through Bradley’s hair. Bradley’s eyes snapback to your own unfocused pair, “look at how pretty she looks, all fucked out and cock-dumb from our best friend. “Think of how pretty she’ll look like this for you all the time.” Jake whispers in his ear and suddenly that’s all Bradly can think of.

Despite Bob being balls deep inside if you, fingers leaving marks on your hips, you're calling out Bradley’s name. It’s his name on your lips as you cum, not Bob’s.

The thought alone of you in subspace from another man, and calling out for him, makes his cock swell again. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment, not even your boyfriend who has untied Bradley and is pushing him towards the bed, peeling off both of their clothes in the meanwhile.

Bob smirks at him, having long since pulled out but his fingers slowly working in and out of you, “Come on Rooster, come get your girl.” Jake gives him another nudge forward and before Bradley knows it, he’s naked from the waist down and slipping inside of you, groaning at how tight you still are around him and your gentle little moans and chants fill the air once again as he fills you.

Bob takes a quiet leave once the three of you are all distracted, not minding that he didn’t get off from the situation, he wasn’t supposed to. It was for you and Jake and Bradley, he can always go find someone at the bar or call up any one of his subs in his contacts.

Jake sits near the head of the bed, stripped of his khakis and laying back in his boxers, watching Bradley fuck into you slowly and before he’s reaching forward and rubbing your clit. You cry out softly and despite Bradley not being inside of you for too long, they both know you’re going to be cumming soon.

Bradley picks up his pace, his hand replacing Jake’s on your clit so the other can leave to go warm up some towels for you, knowing that you’ll want to be clean after you finish. He swings by the kitchen to also grab easy to digest snacks, having gotten suggestions from Bob prior to the night's activities, as well as a bottle of water and your favorite flavor of gatorade before heading back to the bedroom.

Bradley has since picked up the pace, fucking both you and him to a fast completion. You go over the edge first, chanting nothing but “Bradley! Bradley! Bradley!” as you cum and he’s nearly falling on top of you from how tight your pussy squeezes around his cock. He finishes deep inside of you with a groan, a ‘fucking shit’ tumbling from his own lips as his hips stutter, trying to get as deep inside of you as he can, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Jake watches from the doorway, a smile on his lips as he watches the love of his life getting fucked by the new, partial, love of her life. Bradley looks up and the two men lock eyes, sharing a knowing smile before Jake makes his way to the bed, handing Bradley his own towel for when he pulls out and using the other one to clean you up, taking care with how sensitive you probably are.

As Bradley pulls out, you let out a whine, your body not ready to deal with the loss of his cock from between your walls. Jake is there as soon as Bradley is out to catch the other man’s falling cum in the towel. He folds it in and uses a clean side to gently wipe at your abused and puffy folds and thighs, he bends down and places a gentle kiss to the base of your spine before helping Bradley maneuver you into a laying position.

You curl up against Bradley’s chest after he gets settled down in the bed. One of his arms finding their way around your waist, pulling you tighter to him while Jake strips the top layer of bedding and tosses it off to the side. You trace absent shapes on Bradley’s pecs and he places soft kisses to the top of your head, murmuring softly into your hair.

“You did so well, pretty. You were such a good girl for all of us.” he says and you let out a whine.

“Wanna be a good girl… wanna be your good girl.” you mumble and Jake presses himself to your back after handing Bradley the gatorade for when you’re a little more coherent.

“You were such a good girl, honey.” Jake presses gentle kisses along your shoulder and you let out a gentle sigh, letting your weight press more into Bradley as Jake puts more weight into you to help you feel settled and safe.

After a few moments of gentle kiss and soft words spoken from both men, you start to come to. Stirring softly against Bradley as you try to sit up. Jake leans off of you just enough to allow you to prop up on your elbow and Bradley is handing you the gatorade. You drink almost half of it at once before handing it back to Bradley who caps it and sets it to the side.

“How’re you doing, pretty?” he asks, offering you a granola bar and you shake your head no.

“I’m… okay. How are you?” you ask and he smiles a little.

“Honestly? I was a little upset in the beginning. Thought that you were over me and moving on with Bob.” he says and you feel a little bad, but before you could open your mouth he’s talking again. “Jake helped me out, made me feel better when he called you our girl. Brought me back out of my head.”

You lean up and kiss him softly, “I could never be tired of you, Roos. Jake and I want you as a permanent member of our relationship. No more nights without you.. No more pretending that there isn’t something between us.”

Bradley smiles down at you softly before pulling you in for another kiss. Jake watches from his spot behind you with a smile before he’s reaching across you, fingers threading in Bradley’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss of his own, showing Bradley that he’s just as much Jake’s at this point as he is yours.

“We’ll figure the logistics of everything out tomorrow, let’s just get some sleep for now.” Jake says softly and Bradley nods, you’re already mostly asleep against his chest after the night's activities. The two aviators are asleep not long afterwards, smiles on their faces and their hearts full as everything feels like it's falling into place.

The golden rays from the morning sun are barely peeking through the crack in the blinds, illuminating the room in gentle yellow and pink tones as the sun rises. You awake naturally, having moved from your place on Bradley’s chest to Jake’s. His arm around your waist and while Bradley is curled up and facing away from you, not used to sharing his bed with someone else.

You place gentle kisses to Jake’s chest, eliciting a groan from the blond as you slowly shift out of his arms and off the bed, throwing on Bradley’s discarded Hawaiian shirt and making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and brush your teeth.

Jake is used to you waking up earlier than him, so when he wakes up and he’s spooning Bradley and not you, he’s confused at first. His brain still fogged with sleep before his memories from last night kicked in. He smiles to himself, kissing Bradley’s shoulder before slipping out from the bed and following the smell of coffee to the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey.” he says, pressing a kiss to your neck as his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you back to him and you let out a small laugh as his lips assault your neck.

“Good morning.”

“Wanna taste you.” he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder and you shake your head no.

“I wanna taste you.” you say and put your now empty cup on the counter before dragging him away to the living room and pushing him on the couch. You straddle his thighs and kiss him, tongue slipping easily between his lips before kissing a trail down his neck, sucking on that spot just behind his ear that really gets him going, but careful enough to not leave a mark there that’ll get him in trouble with the Navy.

His hands grip your hips and you rut down against his brief clad cock, feeling him swell against you. You pull away and look down at him as you rock your hips gently into his, “wanna thank you for last night and for letting Bradley into our relationship.”

You sink to your knees, the carpet of the living room rug rough against your skin but you don’t care. You sit eye level with Jake’s cock as you work him out of the last piece of clothes he was wearing. Once his cock is free you notice just how red the tip is, after all he hadn’t had the chance to cum last night, despite the scene that played in front of him.

He lets out a groan as you take him into your coffee warmed mouth, his fingers gripping the upholstery of the couch in one hand, the other lacing through your hair as your tongue swirls around his tip.

You moan at his taste, slightly salty, a little sweet, and 100% Jake. You work past the head of his cock, slowly moving your head up and down his shaft, growing wetter yourself as his groans, moans, and pants of your name fill the air of the living room. One of your hands is perched on his thigh, keeping yourself balanced as you lean over his cock, the other squeezing the base of him gently.

“Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna cum embarrassingly fast if you keep doing that.” he breathes out as you suck softly at the skin just below the head of his cock.

“That’s the point, wanna taste you Jakey… always taste so good.” you say, letting spit drool from your mouth and down on to his tip before thumbing his slit. You squeeze your thighs together as he lets out a groan when you tongue at the hole.

You slowly work him into your throat, moaning around him as he stretches your mouth open past what you’re used to, having never taken him all the way in. His other hand shoots to your scalp, fingers knotting themselves in your roots as he tries not to cum down your throat just yet.

He opens his eyes and sees Bradley leaning against the wall, arms crossed and brown eyes dark as he takes in the way you’re sucking your boyfriend off. They lock eyes and Bradley smirks. That’s all it takes for Jake to barely choke out a “f-fuck I’m gonna cum, honey!” before his cock is pumping hot cum into your mouth and throat. You gag softly, the choking noise sending another wave of your lovers seed down your throat. You swallow around him and take everything that he gives you.

You pull off of him and catch your breath, while Jake sits there and works to catch his own breath, nearly eye fucking Bradley as he finally makes himself known.

“If I knew that’s how mornings went in this house I would have tried to have been the first one awake.” he teases and your head shoots over to him, eyes wide. He takes you in as he saunters over, commiting how thoroughly fucked you look to his memory. Mouth and chin sloppy with your drool, lips puffy from being wrapped around Jake’s cock, hair disheveled from Jake’s hands.

Bradley wastes no time pulling you up to the couch next to Jake. He’s on his knees for you faster than you were on your knees. “Fuck, pretty. You got this wet just from sucking off Jake?” he asks, running his fingers through your folds and you let out a whine. “What made your pussy this wet? Having your mouth full of cock? Gagging on him?” he asks, lips attacking your clit before you can answer and you let out a cry, fingers finding their way into his curls as his tongue laps up as much of your slick as it can before he’s having to swallow your taste.

Jake groans from beside you, watching as the brunet eats your cunt out like a man on death row having his last meal. Bradley doesn’t care as your juices cover his face, he slips his tongue into your leaking hole, his ring and middle fingers spreading you open so he can properly tongue fuck you and you’re seeing stars above him as his nose brushes repeatedly against your clit.

Your orgasm approaches fast, taking you by surprise as you clench down around his fingers and the tip of his tongue, Bradley just moans in response before pulling his mouth away, fingers staying put and beginning an assault to your g-spot. He quickly pulls another orgasm from you, your cry silent as your pussy squirts out his reward. He wastes no time cleaning you up with his tongue, gathering your slick in his mouth before he’s sitting up and sliding his tongue in Jake’s mouth. Sharing the wealth of your cunt with your boyfriend. Both men are reveling in the shared taste on their tongue while you lay next to them and try to catch your breath.

Jake pulls away from Bradley long enough to take his two longest fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, keeping the steady eye contact with Bradley as he does, causing Rooster’s erection to go from bearable to ‘I’m about to cum in my pants’.

You watch the two of them go through a power struggle only for Jake to come out on top, he looks over at you and smiles, “his face is looking mighty empty honey, why don’t you come take a seat?”

You just smirk and move from your place on the couch, crawling over to where Jake has Bradley pinned to the rug. You give Jake a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and you let out a soft moan as you pull away, moving to straddle Bradleys face.

“I have died and gone to heaven..” he mumbles as he stares up at your glistening pussy before he’s pulling you down on his tongue. He groans into you as Jake takes the other man’s cock into his mouth.

Bradley doesn’t last long at all; between the taste of you on his tongue and the warmth of Jake’s mouth on his cock, he works to quickly make you cum again before he’s spilling into Jake’s hand.

You get released from Bradley and move to sit next to him, his head finding a home on your still quivering thigh. You reach out and take Jake’s hand, licking Bradleys cum from between his fingers and moaning at the taste.

Once you’ve cleaned Jake’s hand the best you could, he stands and pulls his boxer’s back up, a wet spot very visible against the gray fabric. He heads into the kitchen and grabs another rag, running the water so it’s warm before he’s tossing it at Bradley’s chest.

Bradley cleans up his face, your thighs, and then the cum that’s drying on his abdomen before setting it aside.

“I think it’s safe to say that, as a threesome, we work out pretty well.” you pant out and run your fingers through Bradley’s hair and he nods. Jake chuckles at this spot on the couch.

“As long as Bradley knows that he’s the extra in this relationship, not me.” Jake says, being gentle but firm as he reiterates that you’re his girlfriend first, not Bradley’s.

Bradley nods, “yeah, no I got it… As long as I’m allowed to take her out on two dates a month.”

“I think I can make that work.” Jake says, passing a bottle of water to Bradley who moves to sit on his knees, pulling up his boxers first before taking the bottle.

“Do I get a say in this?” you tease.

“Nope, sorry honey.”

“Yeah pretty, sorry. Besides, you got me out of this, didn’t you?”

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horseshoegirl · 3 months

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Happy First Anniversary to Damn Those Dog Tags!

On February 22nd of last year, I decided to return to fan fiction writing with this story and posted the first chapter. I couldn't have predicted the response or how many people fell in love with Liz, Sadie, and their version of Jake. So I wanted to mark the occasion with something special.

A few people on here know I draw, so for over the past three months, I've been trying to design a book cover of sorts. I finally finished it last night.

💛This is my thank you to you guys 💛

Please be gentle... I'm not used to publicly sharing my artwork (Idk if it's even that good, and I was also really scared to post it), though this story means a lot to me, so I had to do something 😅💛 Can you guess what chapter this is from?

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Special thanks to @desert-fern @sarahsmi13s @teacupsandtopgun @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky and @callsignspitfire for your feedback over countless screenshots as I drew it and encouraging me to post it 😅💛

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just-in-case-iloveyou · 8 months

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she's giving Lewis "This is for sports" Pullman after Danny kidnapped him, but before he was traumatized by the actual game.

tagging everyone i can think of (i don't think much)

@pullman-lewis @mothdruid @delopsia @sugarcoated-lame @bobfloydsbabe @bobgasm @lewmagoo @sebsxphia @topguncortez @attaboylew @ohtobeleah @bobby-r2d2-floyd @mandylove1000 @horseslovers2016 @top-hhun @blue-aconite @thedroneranger @southpawbitch @mayhemmanaged @marvelshauntedhouse

(please tag others, i'm dense)

#Lewis Pullman #Danny Ramirez #this is for sports #go sports #sportsball #University of Miami #University of Miami football #Miami Hurricanes #Go Canes

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dakotakazansky · 11 months

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Best Stitch Day Ever!

Just a little drabble I wrote up for Stitch Day today(6/26).

Description: Sunshine's favorite movie is Lilo and Stitch, and she's got a little surprise for Jake when he gets home.

Pairings: Jake x F!Reader - No Y/N, goes by Sunshine or Angel(this blurb only)

Warnings: Teeth Rotting Fluff.

Word Count: 567

It’s June 26th, and you woke up excited for the day. You had a short shift today at the station. Only 8 hours spent in the ambulance and then you were on your way home. Jake had left before you woke up, and he’ll be getting home later today which worked well in your favor.

After you had gotten off shift, you quickly got home, showered and changed into some Nike Pro shorts and a sports bra. You got dinner prepped and ready and then left it in the oven to keep warm until Jake got home.

Your phone lit up showing your background photo of you and Jake during your first date. The message that popped up was from Jake saying he’d be home in just a few minutes. You ran up to your shared bedroom and slipped into your Angel Onesie.

You brought down the Stitch onesie and left it sitting next to you on the couch. You quickly queued up your favorite movie, Lilo and Stitch right as Jake walked in the door and kicked off his boots. “Sunshine I’m home!” He called out. You ran across the glossy hardwood floor of your shared home and stopped short of Jake’s body, sliding to a perfect stop right in front of him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist hugging him tightly.

“We’ll aren’t you super cute!” Jake coos to you. “Come on bubs! It’s Stitch day!” You said excitedly trying to peel his flight suit off of him as you made your way to the couch where the Stitch onesie was waiting for Jake. The only other day that rivaled this day's excitement each year was Christmas. “I got you one too bubs!” You said in a very chipper tone handing the onesie to Jake.

Jake cocks his eyebrow up at you, with a questioning look, that you understand immediately. He was silently questioning if he really had to do this or not. “Bubs please?” you jut out your lower lip into your signature pout that makes him almost feel bad, but what flips him inevitably is the puppy dog eyes in combination with the pout.

Jake nods, taking the onesie from you, “Of course Sunshine, or should I say Angel?” He responds, and your face lights up like it’s Christmas. “Have you been studying my favorite movies Bubs?!”

He chuckles as he walks away, “Maybe just a smidge Angel. I know how much it means to you, and just want to do what I can to make you happy.” He quickly showers to wash the smell of Jet fuel and sweat off, swapping one of your favored scents for another, the smell of citrus and cedarwood.

By the time he returns you’re already cozied up on the couch, with both plates of dinner sitting on the coffee table awaiting Jake’s return. Jake comes bounding down the stairs in his Stitch onesie and pounces down onto the couch next to you and in the best Stitch voice he can do, he yells “Blue Punch Buggy!”

You couldn’t contain your laughter for a good few moments. After the giggle fit caused by Jake, you both ate dinner and had a movie Marathon of Lilo and Stitch, Lilo and Stitch 2, and Leroy and Stitch, before you both were tuckered out and made your way up to bed. It was the Best Stitch day ever.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 11 months

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Back to You

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Description: When you wake up in the snow, you have no idea who you are or where you are. You're surrounded by ice and snow, the landscape utterly deserted. But slowly your memories come back. But how will you find your way back to those you love? How will you get back to Bob?

Warnings: Mentioned injuries, hospitals, comas, fantasy elements, not scientifically sound. This fic plays in a dimension between life and death. ANGST (this entire fic is angst, I have nothing else to say)

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CONSUME ON THE INTERNET. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS FIC IF IT IS TRIGGERING TO YOU IN ANY WAY.

Disclaimers: All of the warnings above. Female! Reader

Word Count: 2306

A/N: Here we go! This is my first official entry to add Bob to my masterlist! This fic is for @bobby-r2d2-floyd! I promised Fireball an angsty Bob fic and this is the result. I hope you love it, Fireball!

This entire fic was written listening to the song Back to You - All Time Low x Illenium. For the full effect listen to the song as you read. All bold + italicised lines are the song lyrics!

Thanks to the gorgeous @desert-fern for beta-reading this for me!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

My Masterlist

It's cold and dark where you are. So cold that the plumes of breath turn into frost shattering in the air. You're not wearing much, your bare feet sinking into thick wet snow with each step. It weighs your movements, sliding frigid fingers through your hair, soaking your scalp in ice. The worst part is, you can't remember much, if anything about who you are. All you remember is one thing, one person really. Sweet blue eyes, big gentle hands, blond hair curling gently over his forehead. And a name. You remember a name too. Emblazoned on patches, covering a helmet, a name that you desperately wanted to become yours just as much as it was his.

Where is he? Where did he go? You remember a promise, too. A promise to never leave your side. He doesn't break promises he makes. You remember this one fact about him too. So why are you here? Why are you alone?

"Starlight.'' It's a voice, soft as a whisper, that you hear first in the never-ending cold, the never-ending snow blanketing you. "Starlight, can you hear me?"

The voice has your back snapping straight, an electric current zinging through you as you long to remember anything, everything. Slowly a sight crystallizes before your eyes.

You're immobile, surrounded by blood, festooned in darkness. It hurts. The pain is overshadowing every sensation except one. You can smell it all of a sudden, the metallic ichor dripping from within you, coating everything it touches in foamy spray, coating everything in its sickly scent. That's when you see yourself, strapped down on an operating room table, ringed by lights and skilled hands as they work desperately, despairingly to patch you up. You want to scream, seeing the sight. Scream as they pump your veins with drugs. Scream as they put you under and wheel you away. But nothing pours from your gaping mouth. Not a sound, not a peep, not even the tiniest of whispers. This is the end of something. But what?

Your feet move of their own volition. The landscape around you remains mostly unchanging. You're still cold, still soaked in ice, but the light is changing. It's gradually becoming brighter. You walk right into a barrier as you look up at the sky, examining the snowflakes falling endlessly, unendingly. That's the first time you feel pain since you woke up, your synapses jolting as the haze surrounding you clears.

You can see him again. Bob, you think his name is. Bob, sitting next to a hospital bed, holding onto a hand you think might be yours. He's holding onto a hand that is yours. But you can't feel him. His eyes, the blue you remember, are red-rimmed and swollen, tear-bright behind his frames. He looks beaten down, exhausted. But still he sits, a sentinel guarding you day in and day out. It's his voice, you think you've been hearing all along.

Just echoes of it, truly. How did you end up here? Why can't you get to him? You so desperately want to be there, be with him. But no matter how you rage and scream, the barrier doesn't give. You beat on it with your fists until they're bruised and your throat is raw, but still you stand. Cold and alone, just as you have been for how long you don't know.

You travel slowly up and down the barrier, looking for the edges, the ends with all of your strength. But each time it looks like nothing changes. You still end up at the same place looking at the same thing - Bob sitting at your bedside. Small things seem to change, from the clothing he's wearing to the position and color of the flowers on the table. But the expression on his face remains the same. It feels like forever as you stand hammering on the barrier, begging and pleading to anyone that you'll break through. But you don't. You're stuck in limbo, alone and cold. It's starting to feel like you'll never break through. The longer you're stuck the more you start rationalizing - if you see Bob today, you can hope. You can hope that someday you will break through for him.

In the beginning of your time in limbo, you'd slept, using the snow as a blanket, resting fitfully until the artificial light had brought Bob to you again. As the days pass, you forget yourself, forgoing everything to trace Bob's features when you see him. But as the days turn to months and you sit in the snow, chilled to the bone, Bob starts skipping days. Where he'd sat by your side every day, all day, it deteriorates to a couple of hours, then one hour, then once every few days. That transitions to once a week, to once a month and then finally he doesn't come at all.

It hurts more than the second-hand remembered pain from crashing a jet at high speeds. For that's what you had done. Starlight isn't your name, but your callsign. You are a pilot, a damned good one, to boot. You'd flown far more dangerous missions in far more perilous conditions.

The difference was who you were flying with. You're not a solo pilot. You can take direction, of course you can, you're not Hangman. You had a backseater, a Weapons Systems Officer - Bob. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for your backseater. You were the best of the best. You flew circles around the boys with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. Speaking of your back, with Bob at yours, keeping you safe and secure, you felt like there was nothing you could lose. Except this. In the darkness your life has been, you rack your brains, trying to figure out what happened. Instead, everything you remember is about Bob.

You remember meeting him the first time. You remember how he’d flushed pink like the finest rose at the sight of you, tongue-tied at the sight of your plain countenance and you long hair tied up in a Navy regulation bun. He’d barely spoken to you that first day, and at first you’d been shattered. All that hard work, fighting to the top, besting all the men as the sole woman in your flight class, and your WSO didn’t even want to speak to you? You’re nothing special, but even you can’t be that bad, right? His nerves had only faded up in the air. You kept the chatter to a minimum on comms with Bob, waiting for him to chime in, to speak. The first sound of his voice had nearly knocked you out. It was like a drug. You lived for those moments in the air when you’d hear his voice.

Things hadn’t changed until your first rotation on board a carrier. You only knew Bob out there. You spent long night after long night lying awake in your bunk, homesick and wishing for any connection. You’d never expected to find that connection in your WSO. It had been after another patrol when you had your first meaningful interaction with him. After your shower you had retreated to your jet. That's when he’d found you.

“Hey, Starlight.” He’d sounded so hesitant to speak to you.

“Bob, hey!” You’d smiled, trying your best to seem unassuming, unthreatening. “What’s up?”

“M-my mom sent me a care package.” He’d tugged at the collar of his uniform and straightened his glasses, swallowing noisily before continuing, “She wanted me to share it with my pilot. I, um. I noticed you never get any packages of your own, and I mentioned it to her once, so.”

Your grin had been soft, so unbearably soft that he’d pinked under your gaze again. “Thanks, Bobby. I don’t have anybody waiting for me to come home safely. This was incredibly kind of your mom.”

“You - you have me, you know?” You couldn’t believe what you’re hearing.

“What?” You blinked into his eyes.

“You have me wanting you to come home safely. And not only because I’ll be home safe if you are.” You’d smiled at him widely before splitting one of Mrs. Floyd’s homemade brownies in half and proffering it to your WSO.

That moment? That was when you fell for Bob Floyd. You fell for his kind heart, sweet smile and his brilliant mind. But he never seemed to want to go any further with you. You were his pilot and he was your WSO. There was no other way for the relationship to go. It had to be enough that he was yours on base and in the cockpit of a jet. That was it. But now? As you sit in purgatory, cold and frozen and lonely, you wish you could’ve made the leap. At least then you’d know. You’d know if your best friend, the love of your life, loved you too. Then you’d know if his tears were for the loss of your friendship or for the loss of your heart.

Bob looked so beaten down when you saw him at your bedside last. He looked so worried - so scared. He looked lost, and you don’t know when he lost his spirit. Was that you? Was that your doing? What happened? Why did you crash? But no matter what you do you can’t remember. It feels like days that you scream into the void, begging for answers, clawing at the barrier separating your body from your soul until your fingers are bloody stubs.

It’s as you claw pitifully at the barrier that you remember.

You remember the piercing wail of the alert for tone, the mechanical voice in your cockpit begging you to pull up. You remember the fear in Bob’s voice as he screams out the positions of the enemy missiles, as you steer your jet in the tightest, wildest maneuvers, trying anything and everything to outsteer the SAMs missiles. It had all fogged into background noise as the missile closed in.

“Eject, Bob! Eject!” You’d been screaming with all the breath in your lungs as he refused. Then you’d manually overridden the controls and ejected him yourself. The last thing you remember is the flames licking at your skin as you eject, too late and too close to the missile hitting its target. The next thing you remember is waking up in the snow, enrobed in the cold, wearing what you are now.

It feels like you’ve spent a lifetime trapped. The constant beeping of hospital machinery is the soundtrack to your existence. You wish you could let Bob go. Maybe then he’d be happy. Is that why he’s not coming to see you anymore? If he’s let you go, why are you still here? Why are you still trying to break through? Each day makes you feel like it’s an even longer way back home - back to yourself, back to those you love, back to Bob. But you can’t face the truth. If you do, you’ll lose all hope.

Time loses meaning and the days cease to matter. You lose track of everything, descending into apathy at the sight of the neverending ice surrounding you. As your will to live fades, your fingertips purple and your lips blue. Garbed in white, you feel more and more ephemeral, more ghostly, more inconsequential. There’s really nothing left to hold you to your body. Why would you go back? Who’d miss you when you’re gone? Not Bob. As your heart breaks, the flame of faith, the flame of hope you’ve been carrying for who knows how long begins to shutter out.

There’s a tiny flicker left when you hear a voice at your bedside again. Where there was a forest fire burning in your chest there’s a thin finger of flame.

“Starlight?” It can’t be. Why would it be? Why would he come back?

“It’s Bob.” He sounds good. He sounds so good. His voice feels like a warm hug, a blanket being wrapped around you. “I’m back. M’sorry I left you like that. The Navy called me out for a special detachment.”

He inhales shakily, and you want nothing more than to trace your fingers over the bags under his eyes, to feel the paper thin skin under your fingertips, to kiss the apples of his cheeks. “I nearly didn’t come home. The only voice I heard was yours. You were promising to bring me home. And you did. You brought me home that day and you brought me home from this mission.”

He’s sniffling, your Bob, your heart, carelessly brushing tears away from beneath the frames of his glasses. “So why aren’t you home yet? Come home, darling. Come home, my light. I miss you so much. It’s not the same - flying without you.” His voice breaks painfully as he sobs out the words.

Your heart is in your throat as you sob and sob. Every fiber of your being aches to be back home, to be back with Bob. But even as you sob, your heart pulses, painfully. You can’t breathe as you watch the meters keeping you alive screech in unison. Each screeching wail sends pulses of pain through you. You get ripped away from the snow and the cold. Ripped away from Bob. His name is the only one on your mind, the only thing on your lips as colors pulse before your eyes. And then, silence.

If everything heals with time

Then why is our flame dying?

If you don't want to get it right

Then why are we still trying?

If everything heals with time (another two years gone)

Then why is our flame dying? (I spent forever letting go)

If you don't want to get it right (and I don't wanna face the truth)

Then why are we still trying? (It's a long way back to you)

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