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all grown up [ch. 13 finale]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, what?"

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

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

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

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

"No! Rhinestone-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jake?”

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

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

Bob realizes before you do.

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

“Are we like a thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's the Bob I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Robby..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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