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a winter’s ball
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: language
word count: 2,000
summary: Bob gets a commendation at the naval anniversary ball. I did not just write this because i was listening to hamilton.
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The entire Dagger Squad had been invited to the Naval Anniversary Ball. They were all being given commendations as well. You were excited because you’d never gone to an event that required evening gowns. You begged Bob to go shopping with you, but he refused. He told you he wanted to be surprised when he saw you in your dress.
“It’s not a wedding,” you told him.
“I know,” he said. “But I want to be surprised. You’re going to look so pretty.”
The memory made your heart flutter, even though you thought he was being ridiculous. Bob had taken refuge in the hotel bathroom as soon as you’d started getting ready. He had brought everything he needed to get ready into the bathroom that morning so that he could hide there while you got ready in the rest of the room. You had finished your hair and makeup. All that was left to do was put on your dress. You pulled it over your head and then reached behind you to pull up the zipper, but you could only make it halfway up your back.
“Bobby?” You called towards the bathroom.
“Are you ready?” His voice was filled with excitement.
“I can’t get the zipper up.” You were walking through the room towards the bathroom. Bob was quiet for a second.
“Okay, I’ll close my eyes and you can come in and put my hands on the zipper,” he said.
“Everything else is ready, what difference does it make?” You opened the door.
“Ah!” Bob exclaimed as he shut his eyes tightly. “You didn’t say you were coming in!”
“Can you just get the zipper, Bobby?” You requested. He held out his hands towards you, keeping his eyes closed. You rolled your eyes at him.
“I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he said.
“Good, I was worried you couldn’t feel it,” you replied snappily. Bob chuckled.
“Just come here,” he called. You crossed the room and turned around. You grabbed his hands and guided them to the back of the dress. He carefully pulled the zipper up, feeling for the hook and eye at the top of the dress and linking it together with his eyes closed as well. He covered his eyes with his hands once he’d gotten your dress fixed. You moved away and stood in front of him, straightening out the dress.
“Okay, dork, you can open your eyes,” you said.
“Swear you’re not lying?” Bob asked.
“Really, Bobby?” Your exasperation was clear.
“Fine, fine. Just checking,” he said. He pulled his hands away from his eyes. He grinned widely the moment he saw you.
“Oh, honey,” Bob murmured under his breath. “You look exquisite.” His southern drawl was heavy and his voice had a softness to it that you adored. Your dress was made of a lightweight fabric that moved like shimmering water as you walked. The straps hung off the side of your arms, leaving your shoulders and collarbones bare above the dipping neckline. The color of the fabric contrasted with your skin perfectly. The dress wasn’t overly tight, but it highlighted your figure and the skirt had a slit up the left leg. Bob looked you up and down, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. Your cheeks heated as you glanced down at the floor bashfully. You moved your hands behind your back and linked them together nervously. He smiled when he noticed.
“You’ve gotta get used to being stared at tonight, sweetheart,” Bob said. “You’re gonna be the prettiest girl at the ball.”
“You’re the only one who will think that,” you said.
“We’ll see,” he said with a smirk. Bob grabbed his hat from his desk and then stood in front of you. “Does everything look alright?” He asked, gesturing to his uniform. You stepped towards him and straightened out his wings, pinned to the clean white fabric of his uniform.
“Perfect,” you said. He smiled and leaned down to give you a quick peck. He leaned away, holding his hand out to you as he walked towards the door.
“Come on, sweetheart. I want everyone to see how pretty my girl is,” he flirted. You smiled bashfully and took his hand.
The beginning of the ball was a whirlwind. Arriving at the opulent building into downtown Washington, D.C. hand in hand with Bob as he spoke to many different Admirals, all of them congratulating him on the Dagger Squad mission was almost overwhelming. You could tell even your level headed Bob was nervous. His posture would tighten up and his grip on your hand would stiffen. You would lean into him a bit more and give his hand a gentle squeeze each time and his body would relax.
The commendation ceremony happened before dinner and watching Cyclone pinning the medal to Bob’s chest made you more proud than you had ever been in your life. He looked at you sitting at the table, empty as everyone else assigned to the table was on stage receiving the medal. Bob gave you a smile and a wink. You blushed and blew him a kiss.
When the ceremony was over the Dagger squad returned to the table and dinner began. As he finished his food, Hangman leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest.
“How is Bob the only one of us with a hot date?” Hangman asked with a grin on his face. Bob’s eyes shot up to him.
“Hangman—” Bob started.
“Because he’s not a jackass,” Phoenix piped up.
“I do appreciate that about you,” you joked, reaching out to caress Bob’s cheek delicately. He caught your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
“Will you dance with me, sweetheart?” Bob asked you. You gave him a sweet smile.
“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied happily. Bob rose from the table and pulled your chair out for you. He pulled you against his body when you reached the dance floor
“I’m so proud of you, Robby,” you said as you ran your fingers over his new medal on his chest, your other hand linked with Bob’s. He smiled and kissed your temple.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your head. You hummed happily.
“I love you too, Robby,” you said as you leaned your head against his shoulder. You swayed to the music, Bob twirling you about in his arms every now and then. Neither of you knew much about dancing, but you loved each other. After a few dances you and Bob headed to the balcony for some air and to take in the view. Before you could even begin to appreciate the moment, Cyclone was walking up to you and Bob.
“Lieutenant Floyd, Admiral McCarthy and I would like a word if you have a moment,” Cyclone said. Bob glanced at you. McCarthy was the Admiral at his base and you could tell that he was starting to panic. You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Go on, Robby,” you encouraged him. “I’ll be here.” Bob nodded, swallowing his nerves.
“Yes, sir,” he agreed. He kissed your cheek chastely before he walked away with Cyclone. You stood on the balcony in the cool night air. The city lights of downtown Washington, D.C. shone beneath you and you were able to make out a few of D.C.’s landmarks in the distance, even from the top of the high rise building. You leaned against the railing of the balcony, taking in the view.
Your thoughts turned to Bob, as they always did when you didn’t have a task to complete, and sometimes even when you did. You were so proud of him. You were beyond glad that you had found him and endlessly grateful that he loved you the way you loved him. There wasn’t a thing about him that you didn’t love or a part of him you wanted to change. You adored him in every way imaginable. Every moment you spent with him felt like you had won the lottery. You were completely and utterly whipped, but it didn’t matter because somehow he was even more devoted to you.
“What are you thinking about?” Bob’s voice came from behind you. You turned to see him approaching you. You reached your arms out, beckoning him to come close to you.
“You,” you admitted with a smile. His eyes lit up when he heard your words. His arms slid around your waist. His hand settled at the dip of your back, pulling your body close to his. “Was your conversation classified?” You asked with a smirk. Bob chuckled.
“No,” he said. He didn’t continue.
“Gonna make me beg, Bobby?” You joked. He smiled.
“That’ll come when we get back to the hotel,” he said. You giggled and blushed. Bob’s eyes sparkled with love as he watched you laugh.
“So?” You prompted again when your laughter had subsided. He took a deep breath.
“Cyclone wants me as a Top Gun instructor,” Bob admitted.
“Bobby, that’s great!” You exclaimed.
“Yeah?” He asked you.
“What? You don’t want the job?” You asked.
“Well, we’d have to move,” he said.
“So?” You asked.
“Your whole family is in Lemoore,” he replied.
“Honey, North Island isn’t even far enough away from Lemoore to take a plane,” you said flatly.
“Yeah, but…”
“‘But’ what?” You asked. “This is a great job, Bobby,” you said sweetly. “Why don’t you want to go?”
“You’re from Lemoore,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s so special about Lemoore, Robby?” You pressed. He sighed and dropped his shoulders.
“It’s where I met you,” he said. “It’s where I fell in love with you. All of my best memories are there.” You gave him a sweet smile.
“We can make more memories in North Island,” you told him.
“Yeah,” he muttered, though you could still tell he was holding back.
“If you don’t want the job, you don’t have to take it, right?” You said.
“No, I want the job, it’s just…” He trailed off.
“Robby, just tell me,” you called.
“I have a surprise planned for our anniversary,” he admitted.
“You have a surprise planned?” You asked with a smile. “What is it?”
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” Bob teased you.
“Well, it’s already ruined, isn’t it? What’s the difference?” You asked. He smiled at you.
“I had a house picked out for us,” he told you. You smiled widely. “I was going to get us a place off base. It had rooms for when we have kids and a room that I was going to turn into an office for you.” He sounded so disappointed that his plans had been ruined. You leaned forward and gave him a soft peck.
“You know when you move to a new city, you usually get a new house,” you said, squeezing him lightly. Bob smiled at you softly.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just feel bad making you leave your hometown,” he said.
“My home is wherever you are, Robby. If you’re in North Island, that’s where I want to be,” you assured him. Bob smiled softly.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He told you with a smile. You smiled back and leaned into Bob’s arms, taking his hand and resting your head against his chest so you could sway back and forth slowly to the music that was drifting through the doors to the balcony. Bob’s heart fluttered as he held you in his arms. “I love you, honey,” he said out of nowhere. You leaned away so you could kiss him. When you pulled away he kept his eyes closed for a moment, savoring your affections.
“I love you too,” you said as he opened his eyes. “Sorry your surprise got ruined.”
“It’s alright,” he said. “Now we can pick out a home together. Everything I do with you always turns out better.”
pov: you go to college with Bob and Mickey
Ugh Lewis Pullman is so FJSBSJKSJS
tee shirt - robert "bob" floyd x reader
word count: ~400
a/n: no warnings or synposis! this is a silly lil drabble i wanted to write for @sabersandsnipers to further convince her to divulge in the madness of tg:m because bob is the sweetest thing. also very very loosely inspired by the song tee shirt by birdy <3
Light had barely begun to filter through the shades. Streaks of pink and orange danced along the bottom of the midnight horizon slowly winking out stars. Warm arms held you tight against a firm chest and heart beating steadily for you. Nothing could be more serene about this moment.
It was no wonder you winced at the onset of blaring from Bob's phone alarm. You mumbled a weak protest against his tank top, snuggling impossibly closer to him. He clumsily reached over to silence the noise; just for another five minutes. The US Navy was not one to be trifled with in terms of punctuality.
Bob wrapped you back into his full embrace. His lips dotted soft kisses against your hairline in wordless apology. Some gnawing part of him wished he could stay in this bed, in this moment, here with you forever. Responsibilities and paychecks be damned. He considered himself the wealthiest man alive to have your affections on him.
"Did you sleep okay, honey?" Bob questioned softly, not wanting to further disturb your peace. He let a hand trace up and down your back. The soft material of the tee shirt you wore to bed glided against his fingers like butter.
You hummed in response. "I'd sleep better without that racket coming from your phone." There may have been a time when that kind of comment would send him spiraling. He would have insisted on researching new alarms that wouldn't be so offensive to jolt your slumber. He would feel fear creep under his skin; fear that any one wrong move would pull you from him for good.
Instead, Bob laughed. Because you made him feel safe. You never made him feel like every night could be the last he'd hear from you without warning. You never made him feel like he was any lesser for his more reserved demeanor. You loved him as much as he loved you, and for the first time in forever, he knew it. He felt it.
Moments like now, your soft lips pressing sleepily to his chest as you both basked in the coming of dawn, reminded him as such. Even his closest friends had seen the change you had brought to him just by your love.
"You don't look around all skittishly anymore," Nat had remarked. "You were always looking for the first warning sign of danger. Now you just.. look."
And it was all thanks to you.
i have had another bob idea floating in my mind the past week and i need to finally write it. can someone recommend some soft sweet songs to write to?
Cards Close to the Chest // Bob Floyd
Summary: When Bob & Phoenix fall from the sky, Bob’s closest kept secrets come to light as two of the most important people in his life race to his side.
Warnings: Bob Floyd x F!reader. Fluff (poorly written) Mild cock-sure Jake Seresin. Hospitals. F18 accident. Wholesome read.
Word Count: 3k
Author Note: I was just feeling some fluffy Bob content and I thought this would be a good way to break up the tension with all my over dramatic angst/whump. Thank you so much to @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading this for me! Vee did gods work with this one.
Main Masterlist | Bob Floyd Masterlist
No significant other wants to receive that call. That dreaded call that tells you that the inevitable has happened. That phone call that sucks all the air from your lungs and replaces it with cement. The very phone call that alters your perception of life, of time, of all the small arguments you ever had with the person you love so dearly. It's the phone call no significant other wants to receive.
“Is this Mrs Floyd?” The man on the other end of the line asked with a cautiousness that told you he really didn't want the answer to be yes. Your daughter, Millicent, sat in her high chair smashing bananas all over the surface of her tray. Getting to know the texture of the latest solid you had introduced her to.
“This is she? May I ask who's speaking?” You didn't mean to come across as defensive, but the panic inside your chest had well and truly begun to bloom. Your eyes lingered over to the pair of spare reading glasses your husband left lying around the small apartment the two of you and your young daughter had been staying in. If this was the phone call, the very phone call that was about to alter your life forever you couldn't help but to think of the last time you saw your husband wear those frames.
“Mrs Floyd, Y/n, my name is Pete Mitchell, Captain Mitchell, or Just Mav will do–” The man on the other end of the line rambled off the list of names he went by. You didn't care all that much, but you let him go on. Your eyes drifted back toward your daughter, the very embodiment of half you and half your husband. Robert Floyd. In your mind, you prayed to whatever god was listening that this wouldn't be the phone call every military spouse dreaded.
“There was an accident during a training exercise your husband was involved in this morning.” The words all sounded broken and inaudible, all but the few key details.
‘Husband’ ‘Involved’ ‘Accident’
“Is he–” Mav knew what the question was going to be, so he gave you no chance to ask, he wanted to be the one to call, he wanted to be the one to tell you that although your husband had been involved in a training accident, he was still in one piece and very much alive.
“He's alive, still very much in one piece ma’am–” Mav caught himself smiling ever so slightly, despite the looming knowledge in the back of his mind that the situation could have been a lot worse. “They want to keep him overnight for observation, so if you'd like to come in and see him, I'm sure Bob would really appreciate it.”
The sigh that left your body, the shock that overwhelmed you, the tears that stained your cheek you weren't aware were there all told you one thing—you couldn't live without your husband.
“O–okay.” You nodded to yourself as if the man on the other end of the line could see you. “Y-yes, I’ll, uh, just get our daughter sorted and I'll be right in.”
It was then Maverick’s turn to sit in the deafening silence that threatened to consume his entire being. Bob had a daughter? That added a whole other layer to the incident he hadn’t accounted for.
Bob kept that card close to his chest, his daughter, Mille, was his pride and joy.
“Try to keep in mind he's okay Mrs Floyd,. Your husband’s a very skilled weapons system officer and his training truly saved his life today.” You hadn’t taken your eyes off your daughter since you remembered how to breathe as you stood in the middle of the small apartment kitchen. She was so innocent, so young, so mesmerised by her dad that she would have known something was wrong if he didn't come home.
“It's never been my husband's ability that I doubt, Captain Mitchell.” You replied as you wiped away your tears and reached for a sponge to go about cleaning up your daughter's high chair mess. “It's the system he works for that keeps me up at night.”
***~***~***~***~***~
Jake Seresin had never been so relieved when he was told that both Bob and Phoenix were alright and almost injury-free. Phoenix had a few bumps and bruises, a minor cut on her forearm, and a minor concussion that would surely see her grounded for a week at the minimum.
Bob was the same, only his ribs had taken a pretty nasty beating when he hit the ground with an unprecedented amount of force. Still, the usually arrogant, somewhat self-loathing, and above all infuriatingly good aviator wasn't about to say how relieved he truly was.
But he did, however, offer to take Phoenix some personal belongings for her overnight stay in the chateau short-stay ward of the Miramar Base Hospital.
“Just hold on a minute, sweetheart!”
Jake didn't mean to stick his nose where it didn't belong, but the ear-piercing cries of a child that couldn't have been any older than one broke him out of his mid-afternoon trance. The carpark at the Base hospital was packed to the rafters, but surely there would have been a parent’s park closer to the entrance?
Jake wished with every fibre of his being that he could have kept walking, he wished he just could have kept putting one foot in front of the other. But his mother raised him right. With a heavy sigh and a regret deep in his chest, Jake doubled back a few paces and turned his attention to the woman struggling to get up the stroller.
“Ma’am, I hate to be a bother but do you need a hand?”
“Me?” You turned around to address the man who’d been the only person to stop while others had walked right on past and whispered under their breath. Some had even stopped to watch, but no one had offered a hand. “Yes, yes please I just need someone to–”
Assessing the situation, Jake was sure he knew what the issue was.
Within a few seconds of you trying to explain what was wrong, the man who’d stopped to help had placed the bag he was carrying over his shoulder down onto the ground and stepped hard onto the safety that was jammed.
“How did you know to do that?” You asked with a look of disbelief as you immediately raced around to grab your daughter out of the car. She was distraught. “Shhh, I’m here, see I told you just a few minutes, didn't I baby?” You tried your best to soothe the crying tot.
“My sister has the same stroller, gets jammed all the time.” the man smiled politely as he stood by the now perfectly erected stroller. “Jake, Jake Seresin.”
“I recognise the callsign–” You replied when you finally allowed yourself to take in what the man was wearing. The same Nomex flight suit your husband frequented more often than not. “Yeah, Hangman, you work with my husband.” You beamed as you bounced your daughter softly until she was calm enough to be placed into her stroller.
Jake was racking his brain trying to figure out who the hell your husband was. He thought he knew everything about everyone he worked with. From the secrets Rooster tried to keep to the fact Payback had a raging nut allergy. BuUt a wife and child? Who the hell had a wife and child and hadn’t bothered to mention it?
“I work with your husband?” Jake repeated back to you like he was still trying to play catch up. “Sorry, I must be having a mind blank, with all due respect to your husband.”
“Bob Floyd?” You mentioned your husband's name like it was honey on your tastebuds. Jake truly couldn't compute what you were saying. Bob fucking Floyd was married? Bob Floyd had a kid!? “He had a training accident earlier today with his front seater, scared the absolute hell out of me.” You tried to laugh, but you weren't about to mention to Jake that you'd spent the better half of forty-five minutes in the shower with your daughter having a full-blown panic attack after Mav had called.
“You're Bob's wife?” Jake asked with a frown that was so deeply indeed on his forehead you truly weren’t sure what was so wrong about the fact you were Bob's wife. “Bob has a wife?” As you clipped your daughter in, Jake picked up the bag he’d been carrying up to the entrance of the hospital before he stopped to help you.
“Together seven, married for three.” You proudly smiled as you started walking your daughter’s stroller towards the hospital. Jake kept himself in line, walking by your side as he tried to compute the information he was being delivered. “Bob’s a pretty private person, please don't be offended if he didn't tell you we existed.” This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last time you were left to explain that yes, your husband was in fact your husband.
The chuckle that left Jake's mouth told you it wasn't about being offended.
“No Ma'am, no offence taken–” He explained through the shit- eating grin. “I just wasn't aware Bob had it in him is all.” The idea Bob had a wife was an easier pill to swallow than Bob having a whole ass child. In Jake's mind, Bob was far too ill-equipped to know how to use what he had. Or at least that was the rough opinion he had of the wallflower-esk weapons system officer. “But it's nice to know the guys got a family.”
“He does, he’s got us–” You couldn't help it when your eyes welled with tears. “Isn't that right, Millie girl?”
Jake had never stopped to wonder what the loves of his coworkers were like. Sure, he knew Phoenix and Rooster prior to their return to TopGun, but never once had he stopped to think if Bob had a family.
“He’s a real lucky guy.” Jake confirmed as he walked with you. “Gorgeous wife, cute kid, I'm sure he’s gonna be really happy to see you after the day he’s had.”
***~***~***~***~***~
In all the time Bob had flown for the United State Navy, this had been his closest call with death. The bed sheets that covered the small hospital bed scratched at his exposed skin. The paper-thin hospital gown that now adorned his body left little to the imagination if he stood.
The very last person Bob expected to see enter his hospital room was Jake Seresin. Bob thought he was having an all-out nightmare when the cock-sure aviator walked in with a shit-eating grin as wide as his cheeks would allow him.
“No–no absolutely not.” Bob shook his head in utter disbelief. “You don't get to come in here and give me shit after I fell hundreds of metres out of the sky.” It had been a rough day to say the very least and all Bob wanted more than anything else in the entire world was to hug you and his baby girl. “Hangman, I'm so serious right now–” Bob pressed as Jake stood with a proud chest and that smug ass grin by the door of his hospital room, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
“You know, that's no way to talk to the man who saved your damsel in distress wife in the carpark–” Jake replied as you rounded the corner and pushed your daughter’s stroller into the hospital room. “Funny, I don't think any of us knew you were married, Floyd.”
Bob's demeanour immediately softened as you made your way over with tears of mixed emotions welling in your eyes. Bob’s eyes mimicked yours, those baby blue eyes were quick to fill with clear but heavy tears as you sat on his bedside.
“I'll leave you guys alone.” Jake knew when to leave a room, and he had someone else to go see after all. Phoenix, probably the only woman on the planet who could keep his ego from inflating to new heights. “Put some WD40 on the safety of your daughter's stroller too. It's starting to lock up–” Jake made sure to tell Bob before he left the room, still carrying the bag full of Natasha’s personal belongings he promised he would hand deliver. Bob's precious cargo however, the family that loved him to the moon and back and three times over, seemed like a more pressing delivery to complete first.
“Bob–” Your hands were on your husband's cheeks the second Bob leaned in to kiss your lips ever so tenderly. The pads of your thumbs worked to wipe away the tears that spilled over his lower lash line, staining his cheeks with a salty layer of tears. “What on earth am I gonna do with you, hey?” You smiled through the kiss, speaking against your husband's supplye lips as he tried to keep his composure. “Falling from the sky like that? You scared me half to death.”
“I’m sorry–” It was the first thing Bob was able to muster as you pulled away and reached down for your little girl. “I'm so sorry. Phoenix got us out of a pretty rough spot, she's the reason I'm still here.”
You’d never met the woman who was currently flying with the love of your life, but you had to trust her. There was no room to not to.
“Someone was enjoying her banana mush when Captain Mitchell called.” You explained as you picked up your daughter and handed her to Bob who was waisting with open arms and bright eyes. He was so relieved to be able to hold his daughter again, you could see that much as clear as day. “Isn't that right Millie, yeah–yeah, Dad really threw a spanner in the works, didn't he?”
“Hey, baby girl.” Bob mumbled into the crook of his little girl's neck as he held her close to his chest. The burn in his ribs was worth it as she used his thighs as a stable surface to tiptoe on. “Oh my goodness, I can't even begin to explain how much I love you both.”
“We love you so much.” You leaned in once again to kiss your husband's lips. “I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. You don't get to scare me like this again, okay?”
Bob knew that you knew he couldn't promise you that, that was the worst part. He knew this could happen again and possibly be a worse outcome than this. But Bob also knew you needed reassurance he was here, that he was safe and that he wasn't going anywhere.
Death himself would have to drag him down to hell kicking and screaming before he ever left you.
“I'm not going anywhere baby, not now, not ever.” Bob cooed as he kissed you back, thankful he got to come home to his girls after such a life-threatening accident. The WSO knew he would have to see a shrink before getting in the cockpit again. How he was going to explain away the nightmares of leaving his wife a widow and his daughter fatherless he’d never know. “I’m here, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere.”
“Phoenix, I don't think you're supposed to be walking?” Jake's voice echoed down the hall as you and Bob looked towards the door of his hospital room. There, in the doorway, stood Natasha Trace with wide eyes and shocked horror written all over her face. It was clear to you at that moment that Bob hadn’t told her either, Bob hadn’t told anyone about you or his daughter. You were the two closest cards he kept close to his chest.
“You have a family!?” Phoenix asked almost as if the answer was unclear. “Bob, you have a family and didn't tell me? Didn't tell any of us?” There was a rhyme to Bob's reasoning as to why he kept the two of you a secret. Bob just wanted something all for himself. He liked to keep his work life and private life as separate as possible. The Navy could be all-consuming on its best days, coming home to you and knowing not a single person could interrupt or stop by was simply the best version of heaven neither Bob could ever think of.
He just wanted his family all to himself, something the Navy couldn't control, couldn't touch, couldn't taint.
“Nix, this is my wife, Y/n, and my daughter Millicent.” Bob introduced the pair of you softly. “My best girls. “My whole world is in these two.”
You sent the clearly distressed aviator a simple smile and a soft wave as you stood from your husband’s beside. You understood this was a lot for her to take in. The idea that her WSo had more to lose than she ever thought.
“I'm still getting over the fact you have a daughter.” Jake interrupted from behind Phoenix as you walked closer to where she stood to take her in a warm embrace.
“Jealousy is a disease, Seresin, I can tell you exactly how I made my daughter too if you want?” Bob held his daughter in hips lap as she babbled to herself as he helped her stand on her feet. She wasn’t walking yet, not even close. But she loved to stand.
“My husband tells me you’re the reason he's still alive.” You spoke to Natasha like she deserved to be told this accident wasn't her fault. It could have happened to anyone. It shouldn't have happened to your husband and his front seater, but that was the luck of the draw–and you were blatantly aware it could have been much, much worse.
“So, thank you for making sure he gets to come home another night.”
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this short little piece was requested by my lovely friends, you know who you are😇 enjoy some drunk and lovey bob<3 also unedited cause I’m lazy ;)
the only sounds in the house were the washing machine rumbling quietly in the background and an old record you’d thrown on. You sat lounging on the couch of your living room, book in hand and half empty wine glass on the table. A stupid rom-com that you weren’t too interested in played on mute across your TV screen. The sun had already set and the sky was now filled with stars. A cool breeze from the ocean blew into your little home through a slightly cracked open window, gifting a pleasant scent of salt water.
You didn’t get much alone time nowadays. All the hustle and bustle that comes along with being a US Naval Aviator rarely let up, and when it did, you’d usually be enjoying a few pints and a round of pool at the Hard Deck with your fellow officers. Tonight though, you’d decided to let Bob go off on his own in favour of finishing a couple loads of laundry and a bottle of wine.
It was nice every once in a while to have time alone with yourself to catch up on all the missed self-care. Bob was always good at reminding you to take care of yourself, though he was kind of a hypocrite.
Tonight was yours to unwind and his to let loose. He was always the one to stay sober at the Hard Deck, politely declining every beer in favour of a glass of water to ensure that both of you and your friends had a way of getting home safe. He was ever the gentleman. Before he left though, you had told him to go have fun and if he needed you would pick him up when he was ready. So, it was quite the surprise to hear the crunching of gravel in your driveway and the sight of old yellow headlights beaming through your open window.
You heard faint slurred sentences of, “I can walk by myself,” obviously Bob, and “You’re plastered, Robert” which could be non other than Rooster.
You could only assume that Bradley was the designated driver tonight, poor soul. You’d had your fair share of DD nights and taking care of drunk aviators was not easy, especially a light-weight like sweet Bobby.
The sound of your front door flying open and a muttered “shit” could be heard from the entry way. You thought about getting up to help your boyfriend, but ultimately decided to sit back and enjoy the show. In your defense, you never got to see Bob drunk, like, ever. Once he passed through the threshold into your softly lit living room you realized just how drunk he really was. His normally gelled back and neat hair was askew, his cobalt eyes drooping, and his signature tipsy smirk was sitting on his lips.
He leans, a little ungracefully, against the doorway.
“Honey, I’m home!” He chirps, that stupid smirk growing wider.
Shaking your head and huffing out a laugh, you slide your bookmark into place and set your paperback next to your now empty wine glass.
“How was your night?” You ask, already full well knowing it must’ve been great.
Bob doesn’t move from his spot against the door frame, he just looks at you and smiles. That fucking smile that makes you weak in the knees. Thank god you’re sitting on the couch or you probably would’ve fallen face first into the carpet, but despite that, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him. Once you’re standing close enough, Bob practically throws all of his body weight on you, making you stumble back a couple steps. You laugh heartily as you let him nuzzle your neck and leave kisses along your skin.
“Night was good. I missed you though.” He confesses, breathing in the subtle scent of your perfume and sighing out once you begin to comb your fingers through his soft hair.
Moments like these were your favourite. Just you and Bob in your own little world, loving each other, holding each other. It was true bliss.
After a few minutes, Bob pulls his face away from your neck and smiles a lopsided, lovesick grin at you. Oh yeah, he’s hammered.
“How much did you drink?” You ask with a giggle, moving your hand down from his hair to the side of his face.
“Too much tequila.” He all but whispers, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear that this moment between you two would end. His soft eyes bore into yours, and now your sporting the same lovesick smile he is. Bob begins to sway back and forth slowly to the new song on the record. Of course it’s a classic love song from the 50’s that he knows by heart, so he sings it to you. It’s romantic, slurred words and all.
It truly feels like a movie. You and Bob dancing under the soft yellow light of the living room, one of you tipsy from wine, the other one plastered from tequila and cheap beer and both smiling like idiots in love.
The silence was nice and comfortable, until Bob said something you’d never thought would come out of his mouth, especially in this state.
“Will you marry me?”
“What?” You ask back in disbelief, chuckling at the very sudden question.
Bob would normally recoil while his pretty face flushed with a dark pink, but drunk Bob is a different breed. He just smiles wider, if that’s even possible, before continuing,
“I love you so much honey, and I wanna love you everyday for the rest of my life.”
The confession surprises you to say the least, but you know that drunk words are sober thoughts, you also know that sober Bob has probably been stressing about that question since the day he met you. So of course, with a teary eyed smile you answer his question by saying,
“Ask me again when you’re sober” and you sealed the deal with a kiss.
a bob fic where he’s just really sweet during your first time because you’re very inexperienced would be sooo cute (and hot!) if you’re willing to do it!
Sweetheart
Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader
Smut under the cut! Mdni. Everyone feel free to send requests!
"Baby?" you whisper to Bob late in the middle of December. "Yeah, sweetheart?" Bob responds and peaks over the top of his book to lock eyes with you. "I think I'm ready to lose my virginity. We've been together for so long and I trust you," you say.
"A-are you sure baby? I don't want you to feel pressured at all." Bob stutters out. "I'm positive. I've been thinking about this for a long time" you say excitedly. Bob smiles at you and you return the smile as he begins to stand and walk over to where you are sitting on the couch.
As he reaches the couch, he bends down to kiss your cheek, then your forehead, until finally he reaches your lips. He gently kisses you for a moment, until the kiss is deepened and he presses his tongue into your mouth. He then scoops his arms under your thighs and picks you up to carry you to the bedroom.
He continues passionately kissing you as he makes his way to the bedroom and carefully lays you down on the bed. Once he makes sure that you are completely comfortable, he gets up and begins to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. Then he turns his full attention back to you.
He slowly takes off your sweatshirt and pj pants, while he kisses every inch of your bare skin that he possibly can. In between each kiss, he mutters sweet nothings to you. "You're so beautiful", "Oh my gorgeous girl". "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby".
Once he has stripped you down to your underwear and bra, he snakes his hands around your back to unclasp your bra. Once your bra is off, he kisses all over your tits and begins sucking on your nipples. You moan quietly as he continues his attack on your perky tits.
Once he feels that he has given enough love to your gorgeous tits, he moves on and kisses down your stomach until he reaches the band of your underwear. He grabs the band of your underwear with his teeth and scoots his hand to your ass to assist him in sliding off your panties.
Once he slides your panties down your legs, he takes a moment to admire your pussy. You begin to shuffle away from his face, feeling embarrassed at the attention you're receiving. He firmly grabs your hips to stop you from wiggling away from him. "Baby, you're absolutely gorgeous, don't get shy. Is this okay with you still?" he asks as he presses sweet kisses to your hip bone.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. Please keep going" you say, breathlessly. He kisses your inner thigh a few times before he licks a stripe up your pussy. You immediately gasp at the contact. He smirks against your pussy as he begins inserting one finger while licking all around your sensitive clit.
You moan at the feeling, as your hands go down to grab a hold of his hair. He moans in response when you tug his hair, eyes closing in satisfaction. He inserts another finger and begins rutting his hips against the bed as your moans increase. He continues fingering you, and licking enthusiastically when he adds a third finger to help stretch you out.
Your moans begin to increase, and Bob knows that you are close to the edge, so he curls his fingers to hit that spot inside of you that he knows will make you fall over the edge. You scream when he hits that spongy part inside of you, and you feel yourself fall over the edge.
As you close your eyes and pant while recovering from your orgasm, you hear Bob whining at the end of the bed. You open your eyes and see him palming his erection through his boxers. You smile at the sight as you say "Go get a condom. I'm ready". Bob smiles at hearing these words and rushes out of the room to go grab a condom from his wallet.
You lay back and smile while you wait for him to return with the condom. You hear him running down the hall and you giggle when you see him almost trip while taking off his boxers. He smiles as he rolls on the condom and climbs onto the bed, on top of you.
He teases you by moving the tip of his long cock up and down your entrance until you become a begging mess. "Bob, please! Give it to me" you whine. He smiles as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into you. Your whines quickly cease as you begin to feel so full. Pleasure runs through your body as you begin to feel euphoric.
Bob continues slowly pushing into you until he bottoms out. He groans at the feeling and closes his eyes in pleasure. "Please baby, move I need you to fuck me" you whisper to him. Bob groans at your words as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
You immediately moan at the feeling and Bob begins to rut into you faster. The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and moaning are all that can be heard in the room. Bob knows that he won't last long, so he begins to play with Y/N's clit to bring her to her orgasm.
Y/N and Bob's moans both increase in volume as they both feel their orgasms approaching. "Bob, baby I'm gonna come" you whisper in his ear. He groans and says "Come for me, sweetheart. I'm right behind you". You come and feel yourself tense up. Bob comes right after you due to feeling you clench him so hard.
Bob hugs you and kisses your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, takes off the condom, and throws it in the trash. He picks you up and runs a bath for the both of you. He then puts on your favorite movie and cuddles you to sleep. You go to sleep smiling, knowing that you have the biggest sweetheart as your boyfriend.
Hangman, fully dressed in his khakis and his hair perfectly combed through: Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.
Rooster, running off of 15 cups of coffee, 2 minutes of sleep and rightfully looks terrible: Seresin. As I choke and die.
-The entire squad was stunned, even Bagman-
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Original quote is from The Simpsons 05×01
I am trying my best to creating playlists for all of the characters. Some are easy to do others are hard especially for not having that much screen time to begin with. I for sure know what I want to put for Iceman, Bob, Maverick, Pheonix, Rooster, Goose, and Hangman. I am doing a playlist for the Hard Deck and what I think would be played there. My issues are it is just hard to figure out Yale, Harvard, Payback, Fanboy, Omaha, Halo, Coyote, and Fritz. I have a couple playlists created I am hoping to get some of the playlists started and will finish over time. So if you have suggestions of genres or even songs to add please comment.