#bob floyd is a twin dad
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BOB IS SUCH A TWIN DAD!! I’m glad the agenda is spreading
HE LITERALLY IS AND MORE PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IT!!!
HE'S AN EXPERT AT HOLDING BOTH OF THEM IN ONE ARM SO HE CAN HOLD YOU WITH THE OTHER!!!!!! HE CAN CHANGE TWO DIAPERS AT THE SAME TIME WITHOUT THEM CRYING BC HE MAKES SILLY FACES!!!!! HE'S GOT TWO PERFECTLY GOOD SHOULDERS WHERE HE PERCHES THEM AS HE TAKES THEM AROUND BASE!!!! HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO TELL THEM APART AND HAS NEVER EVEN MIXED THEM UP ONE TIME!!!!
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Domesticated | Robert "Bob" Floyd
Summary: On a lazy Sunday morning with Robert Floyd and your twin girls, you're reminded exactly how well he takes care of your family. And you.
Word Count: 3.6K
Warnings & Notes: Robert “Bob” Floyd x f!reader, 18+ ONLY as always, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, daddy!kink, children, reader has given birth, mentions of pregnancy, food mentions, slice of life vibes, unrealistic depiction of toddlers. This is repurposed and heavily edited from another fic of mine, so if you recognize it...glad to see we're enjoying the same fandoms. Daddy!Bob makes me so damn feral...Lewis has been giving dad vibes this fall...so this is sooooo entirely self indulgent. Sorry not sorry.
The early sun seeps through the thin curtains you bought last summer, the ones you assured your husband would keep the bedroom dark. You were wrong, but he’s never corrected you. Soft cotton rustles beneath you as you turn to your side, burrowing your head in Bob’s chest to enjoy these last few moments of quiet. Enjoying the way his fingers trace along your back as your breaths fall in sync. His eyes flit to the clock on the nightstand, disappointed it’s already six.
As if on cue, the patter of tiny feet sound across the hallway toward where your husband holds you.
The bedroom door flies open and in come your twin girls. Alice and Iris bound into the room, giggles following their every step. You and Bob exchange looks before shutting your eyes, focusing on evening your breathing to mimic sleep. If they fall for your trick they’ll go back to their room to play on this sleepy Sunday morning.
No such luck.
Iris launches her body onto your husband, and Bob flies up in surprise, nearly launching the toddler into space. He catches her in midair and the two exchange matching shocked expressions in their blue eyes. Her sister clambers on her father as well, hoping to join this “hop on pop” game he’s unknowingly created.
From your position still pretending to sleep, you admire Bob. Robert Floyd is everything you could want in a life partner. As a husband, he is attentive and sweet, willing to work through the good and the bad. As a father, he is loving and involved, prioritizing his daughters as much as possible while gunning for admiral. In the five years since you said “I do” he has done nothing but improve your life. It was the best decision you’ve ever made.
Aware of your attention, he catches your barely open eyes and smiles. His hair sticks up in the back from the pillow, and a thick chunk of sun-washed blonde falls over his forehead. He raises a hand to push it back, but the strands are stubborn without product. Bleary cobalt eyes are rubbed before he reaches across the nightstand for his glasses. Once Bob can clearly see he holds the toddlers and bounces them lightly on his knees. Fatherhood is second nature to him, taking to the bumps and joys like he was born for them. Your heart soars with love for the three special humans sat before you.
Knowing your sleep facade is over, you fake a big yawn and sit up, scooting closer to your family. Arms outstretched, Alice clambers into your lap, her bedhead tickling your chin. You smooth down her hair, a soft press of your lips to her crown before leaning over to peck another onto Iris’s cheek.
Bob looks at your expectantly, left out from your affection. The tiniest of pouts on his lips. You lean forward over both girls to leave a chaste kiss on your husband’s lips. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, gorgeous.” The smile doesn’t leave your face until well after your children have dragged you out of bed in search of breakfast.
Once in the kitchen, you lean a hip against the butcher block counter, glancing over the oatmeal packet in the midst of deciding if you want to boil water or use the convenience of the microwave. Two hungry mouths make the choice. As you pop two bowls in the small appliance you feel a presence behind you.
“May I have breakfast too?”
He’s giving you his best puppy eyes, those bright blue bespectacled eyes hopeful. Food always tastes better prepared by his wife. Strong hands wrap around you, squeezing your hips. You’re immediately helpless. “If you sit at the table like your daughters I can possibly make you something to eat. Eggs sound good?”
Your smiling husband nods his agreement, already heading to the kitchen nook where the twins are drawing the images inside their minds. He settles into a sturdy wooden chair, his jean clad legs spreading out under the table, the faded Navy recruitment t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders as he grabs a crayon to make his own scribbles. Well, scribbles in the way crayon can depict only so much of a fairly detailed Super Hornet he’s been working on all week.
The microwave beeps as you finish up the eggs, completing the four breakfasts as you bring them over. A fresh cup of coffee in your spot from when he noticed you were low.
“I knew there was a reason I married you.”
His cheeks blush dusty rose as he dips toast into the runny yolk of his egg. Some days he can’t believe you agreed to marry him, that you wear his ring and bore his children and make sure he leaves each morning with a kiss and a reminder of how much you love him. He’s the luckiest man alive.
Breakfast is enjoyed amongst the chatter of your toddlers. Silence is rare in the house. If there isn’t a fictional tale they’ve fashioned about a toy, it’s continuous questions about inanimate objects and things they’ve seen. Once Bob fell asleep watching the music channel and the girls found themselves watching old KISS videos for an hour.
It was a personal hell mixed with a nightmare hearing them describe everything in graphic detail to Bob’s parents during Friday night dinner.
As you finish your eggs, the twins prattle on about the latest nursery school drama. You’ve never met Connie, but she sounds like a right ol’ jerk for a three year old. Bob nods along passionately, giving his full attention over his nearly empty coffee mug. You have no doubt he will be bringing this up at the next school conference.
With breakfast out of the way, there’s only one other responsibility on a lazy Sunday in the Floyd household. Grocery shopping.
Alice makes a big deal of wearing the socks with a red trim, one of which seems to be missing, and the next half hour is dedicated to Bob and you crawling around the second bedroom peering under furniture. Bob pleads with her to wear any other sock to no avail. No socks if she wants. Thankfully you locate the lone article under some books. How did that get there?
Bob pushes a jacket onto your shoulders with a soft kiss to your cheek as the family trudges out, two toddlers in tow and a long grocery list between your fingers. You turn to give him a proper peck, feeling the slight upturn of his lips as you linger a second longer than necessary.
Once in the store, twins strapped in the cart that their father pushes, you compare the list to the surrounding aisles. Concentration broken by tiny hands pointing out anything shiny or brightly coloured, their favourite characters on the packaging. Bob isn’t much better, subtly adding specialty trail mixes into the cart. You remind the group there’s a list - an agreed upon list - but try saying that to three pouty faces with their hearts set on crackers shaped like planes. “Just like Daddy’s!”
How could you say no to that??
As the car pulls into the driveway of your home, the rear mirror reveals two small faces fast asleep. Alice’s thumb is lodged between her lips, a habit she can’t seem to break, while her sister looks angelic with both hands tucked beneath her head with pouty lips. They look so much like Bob when they sleep, not a care in the world upon their smooth brows.
“Looks like we have two down,” you whisper to Bob. He looks back at them and has to stifle a laugh.
“If you put away the groceries, I’ll get them down for a nap.” You open your mouth to protest. It’s a lot to handle both. “You do all of this yourself when I’m deployed. Give me this.”
Robert Floyd continually makes you fall in love with him.
Car doors open and shut before he’s laden down with a child in each arm. The sight sets off something in your stomach, and you focus harder on grabbing the bok choy that rolled out of one of the bags.
You’ve busied yourself putting groceries in their respective places when you feel hands wrap around you for the second time today. “Thank you for putting away the groceries, my beautiful wife.”
His face is buried in your neck, nose tracing the junction of your shoulder as he breathes in your scent. Those strong arms, veiny under a coat of sun-lightened hairs, tighten around you. He’s missed afternoons when it was just you two, galavanting around the house without little ears to hear.
You twist in Bob’s arms, intertwining your own arms around his lithe waist. Any space between you gone - just two hearts beating as one as you gaze into each other’s eyes. One dexterous hand slides up your back before weaving its way into the strands of your hair. The other slides down to settle above your bum. His fingers twitching to stroke along the seat of your jeans. The desire you felt earlier raises its head again as your eyes trace along his smooth, strong jaw and kind eyes.
“You know, the girls are asleep.”
He chuckles. “Yes?”
“They’ll probably be asleep for another 45 minutes. Maybe an hour if we’re lucky.”
“What are you thinking, sweetheart?”
You widen your eyes and pout your lips ever so slightly. Run your finger down the front of that sexy faded shirt he only wears on the weekends. “I need some adult time with you…Daddy.”
As if a switch has been flipped, Bob’s eyes go from a soft blue to indigo, his grip on you tight. Lips descend upon yours. As your bodies collide, already so little space between you, a moan is trapped between, its owner impossible to identify.
Time sensitivity leads to urgency, and he’s backing you out of the kitchen toward the bedroom, his hand refusing to leave your ass. Steady kisses to your lips and jaw leave you in a trance as you wind your way down the hall. The door closes and you pounce, wrapping your legs around his waist as those strong arms show their strength.
Your mouths are hot and wet, tongues battling for dominance as you commit this feeling to memory. His hands around the back of your thighs, thin lips slotted against yours, the breathy moans when you play with the hair at the back of his neck. The pressing need to be as close to him as possible, soaking in his essence in the short time allotted before having to share him again.
“Daddy, I need you.” Your voice is breathless and needy, mouth glossy as he nips along your neck. Hips roll into yours as he groans against your skin.
Bob has always been dominant in your relationship. He spends enough time letting others call the shots, but in the bedroom he makes the rules. But his Daddy kink didn’t rear its head until you showed him the pregnancy test with the two little lines. It was the tension in his shoulders when you whispered he was going to be a daddy. The little moan when you said it again later that night while he kissed along your thighs. Ever since the term of horny endearment got him hot and bothered in seconds.
He gently pushes you onto the bed, standing between your thighs as he hungrily admires the mother of his children, his wife, the hot girl in the bar his squadron watched him moon over before finally making a move. The erection straining behind his jeans twitches as bespectacled eyes trace over the swell of your breasts.
“I love your body.” His voice is almost soft as he runs his fingers over your top. “It’s so sexy.”
You chuckle through your moans, enjoying the delicious feeling of him stroking your nipples through layers of fabric. When he pushes the hem up your stomach, eyes intensely focused on every inch of exposed skin, you sit up and pull the offending fabric from your body. Nimble fingers slip over your back as the hook of your bra is undone, a sigh of relief leaving you as your breasts are freed.
“The best part of you having kids? Your tits got huge.” His hands cover the flesh, expertly kneading his favourite part of you impatiently. “They barely even fit in my hands anymore.”
A gasp forces itself past your lips as he tugs a nipple sharply.
Soft lips wrap around the bud he isn’t teasing, wetting the skin before pulling back to blow air across your hot skin. You whimper at the sensation, thrusting your chest toward his mouth for more. He offers you an unsympathetic smirk before switching his torture to the other side. Your jean-clad hips buck up against his as quiet, strangled cries fill the air as he plays with you at his own whim.
A glance at the clock reminds him that he can’t enjoy you as he’d like. Leaning back on his haunches, he treats you to a little striptease as your chest heaves in a desperate bid for more attention.
His arm reaches behind his head, pinching the fabric of his shirt. Your mouth fills with saliva, desperate to lick along the vein that protrudes along his bicep. He pulls the shirt over his head, revealing milky skin tantalizingly slow, revealing his strong chest and those broad shoulders that you’ve spent many a night thinking about. You gulp as images flood your brain of sitting on those shoulders as he tongues fucks your pussy.
Your underwear is thoroughly soaked by now.
He lowers himself against your body, sponging kisses along every inch of skin he can reach.
“What do you want, baby girl?” His nose bumps you as lips tease your ear. You mumble a response, desperate for anything to soothe the burning beneath your skin. “What’s that?”
You wail as he rubs your covered cunt. It feels so good, but you want more. You need more.
“I-I need you to fuck me.” The words are breathless as they escape your panting mouth. Lips brush your ear again as he whispers Ask nicely against your skin. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
The groan that escapes Bob’s mouth is so sexy it’s surprising you don’t orgasm on the spot. Especially when you glance between your legs to see he’s pulled down his faded jeans and briefs to reveal his cock hard and ready, his hand stroking along the thick length as precum beads at the shining head.
Desperate hands explore his skin, warm and calloused in all the right spots. The scar along his shoulder from a childhood accident. The freckle on his side right where he’s ticklish. The hair on his forearms you daydream about. From that first night at the bar when he approached you, nervous but friendly, you’ve found it hard to not jump his bones. And now with him between your thighs, on display in the sunlight through the curtained windows, you’re dizzy with attraction.
Lips attach to your chest, smattering spit slicked kisses and soft nips in no particular pattern. Loud moans erupt from you at his attention. Bob smirks against your skin. “Shhh, baby. You need to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”
You nod furiously and lust-filled eyes narrow at you. “You sure? Last time you were pretty loud.”
Shit, you had forgotten about last time. Your orgasm out of control as you moaned for him, letting your husband know how well he handled your body. The stars that sparkled before your eyes as ecstatic cries floated to the ceiling. Only to be brought down the next morning when your children worried about scary noises in the night. The desire in your gut outweighs worry as your hands wind around his shoulders.
“I promise I’ll be quiet. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” The words are but a whisper, pleading for your Daddy to be merciful to you.
Strong calloused fingers explore between your bodies as he twists open the button of your jeans. Rough fingers skimming soft skin as he slides them down your thighs, dragging the flimsy fabric of your underwear down with them. You do the rest of the work, kicking denim from your body, the telltale thump showing they’ve made their way to the floor.
A satisfied hum vibrates through Bob as he dips his fingers through your folds, arousal coating each digit as he thoroughly inspects. “Mmm, my good girl is all wet for Daddy, isn’t she?”
You nod enthusiastically. His fingers feel incredible, but you want nothing more than the slightly curved cock occupying your thoughts. He tucks a hand under your chin and brings your eyes to his. Loving smiles exchanged before he settles into the task at hand and confirms your desires. “You ready for me, baby?”
Agreement barely passes your lips before he tilts his hips, slowly ramming that thick cock into his favourite place in the world. Allowing you time to adjust while still pushing deeper, knowing you enjoy the stretch. Your bodies rock together in a a rhythm only you know, skin flushed with the shine of sweat. His lips dip into the hollow of your throat as he sinks deeper, sucking and licking like your skin holds all the answers to the world.
Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair as you hold him to you, addicted to the way your bodies fit like a puzzle, perfectly seamless. Your husband, your Daddy, your Bob, custom fit for you. He nips the spot below your jaw and you tug at his hair desperately, ripping a growl from his chest.
“Oh, you want to play that game? Let’s see how you like my game then.”
He pushes up to rest on his haunches, using his strength to handle your body as he desires. Guiding your hips up to meet his raised hips, he spares you one devilish grin before slamming back into you. Sharp thrusts that shake your body, malfunctioning your brain with pleasure. One hand snakes its way to your breast, squeezing the flesh as he rolls his hips harder and deeper into you. You’re so close to the edge that one extra touch and you would surely come undone.
"That's a good girl, tell Daddy how much you like it when I fuck you."
A hand flies to your mouth as he plucks your hardened nipple between his fingers, delighted in the obscene sounds you emit as he uses your body for both your pleasures. Your other hand finds your clit, sighing as you careen into the beginnings of an orgasm.
Your legs shake around his hips, his thrusts slowing as he focuses on filling you deep. Making you feel as full as possible. His rough thumb swiping over your nipple as he whispers, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”
Your brain turns into white noise as you cum for your Daddy, spasming around him while your fingernails make half-moon indents along his skin. The pent up pleasure escaping through every pore as you hold your moans behind closed lips. Your body collapsing to the cushions as sense returns to your limbs.
Smiling with half-lidded eyes of lust, Bob leans over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips. His hips still rutting into you as you whisper how good he feels against his lips. Begging him to fill you up. He remembers a day when he could last rounds before giving you his spend. But after a week without your body, your orgasm has triggered his and quickly his thick cum coats every inch inside of you as he whispers his love into your ear.
Shaky, shallow breaths and hushed I love yous are the only sounds as Bob rolls off you, sinking into the pillows as he wraps an arm around you to bring you to his chest. His fingers tap against your shoulder as he steadies his heartbeat. A glance at his watch shows there’s still fifteen minutes alone before little feet interrupt.
“Honey?”
You hum in acknowledgement and roll your neck to gaze at your handsome husband. He looks every bit post-fuck with his hair at every angle and his glasses still slightly fogged on the edges, his chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. You can’t resist dragging your fingers through the light trail of blonde hairs between his pecs. He is so handsome.
He takes the hand resting on your shoulder and shifts you both, facing each other with half-lidded, happy eyes. Legs tangle together and his arm loops around your head to support your neck as he gazes into your eyes. He always has and always will give the best cuddles.
A soft flush reddens his cheeks as he goes through with his question. “Do you think…d’you think we just made another baby?”
Your eyes widen as you take in his question. Quite possibly. You weren’t on the pill, and sex was so infrequent with two toddlers in the house the practice of finding a condom wasn’t commonplace anymore. It hadn’t even crossed your mind to ask him to pull out.
“We might have.”
He nods slowly and strokes a hand over your hair, deep in thought.
“Is it bad that I’m kind of hoping we did?” He’s embarrassed to say it out loud.
You smile and press a kiss to the closest skin available. “Not at all. I’m kind of hoping so too…Daddy.”
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Merry Christmas, Darlin' - Bob Floyd x Reader
A/N: A little Christmas morning fluff for our favourite WSO 🎄 This is my first of three entries for @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge to celebrate the holidays with our favourite aviators.
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings/content: sickeningly sweet Bob fluff. pregnancy. Bob as a dad.
word count: 1.5k
“Mommy! Daddy!”
The sound of little voices filled the bedroom as your twin daughters, Lucy and Clara jumped onto the bed. You grumbled as your eyelashes fluttered open, a loud grunt coming from your husband as one of the girls inevitably dive bombed on top of his body. You rolled over in bed, turning to face your husband, who was lifting up Clara and pulling her into bed with you, him and Lucy. Bob blindly stuck his arm out to the right, feeling around on the nightstand for his glasses. He put them on and blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust before laughing softly and kissing both Lucy and Clara on the forehead, playing softly with their hair as he held his girls close.
“Daddy, guess what!” The girls voices rang out in unison as they spoke excitedly. Lucy’s blonde curls bounced around her little face as she jumped up and down on the bed between you and Bob, her cherubic cheeks rosy and pink as she beamed at him.
“What is it, my little sweet peas?” Bob chuckled as he smiled at them both, leaning in to listen intently to what they had to say.
“Santa came to visit!” Clara exclaimed as Lucy squealed in delight.
Both girls nodded their heads quickly, giggling in perfect harmony with each other as they bounced on the bed, trying to wake you and Bob from your half-asleep states, enticing you to come downstairs and see what Santa had brought for them. Bob shook his head as he feigned surprise for the girls, his mouth agape in mock disbelief.
“No way, Santa came here?! You mean, the cookies we baked are all gone?”
The girls nodded and giggled again, before Lucy piped up and pointed towards the hallway.
“He left presents too! Our stockings are full. He left stuff for me and Clara and Mommy and you too, Daddy!”
“Mommy and me too?” Bob shook his head as he beamed at the girls, “Tell you two what, if you guys go head downstairs and give Mommy and I five minutes to get up and brush our teeth, we’ll come right downstairs and open those presents, sound good?”
The twins nodded in unison before scrambling off the bed. They hurried out of the room, the sound of little feet hammering down the wooden flooring in the hallway before padding down the carpeted stairs to the living room. Bob shook his head, laughing before turning to you and smiling, his deep blue eyes meeting yours as he placed his hand lovingly on your cheek.
“Well, I bought us five minutes. Give or take, neither of the girls can tell time yet, thankfully.”
“What exactly are you planning on doing in those five minutes, Lieutenant Floyd?” You smirked as you turned on your side, leaning your head into your palm as you looked at him, his hand stroking your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Well…” Bob playfully taps his chin as he thinks and laughs softly, “I’m sure I could give you an early Christmas gift in five minutes, but I’m not sure how enjoyable it’d be for you. I’d certainly enjoy it though, m’am”
A wide smirk forms on Bob’s lips, grinning at you as he leaned in, pressing his soft lips against yours. His nose brushed against yours as your tongues tangled together. A low grunt escaped from Bob’s mouth, falling against your lips with a vibration, his hand dragging down your side, snaking its way up the side of your pajama shirt, stroking your soft skin. He placed his hand on your back, pulling your body in as close to his as possible, his lips trailing slowly from your mouth to your jaw, before making their way down your neck. You drew in a sharp breath as his lips found your exposed collarbone. Your eyes darted over to the alarm clock on the nightstand before landing back on Bob, whose lips were now sucking and nibbling at your skin.
“Bobby, you have two minutes left, and we still have to actually leave the bed,” you laughed and shook your head slightly, almost regretting that Bob didn’t tell the kids to go back to sleep for another hour.
“Mhmm, I can’t help it, you’re irresistible, darlin’,” He smirked as he ran his finger along your jawline, tilting your head up before pressing his lips to yours again.
“Robert Floyd, you promised two four year old girls that we’d be downstairs in five minutes and all we were doing was getting up and brushing our teeth. We’ve done neither of those things in the last,” you frowned as you looked at the alarm clock again, “six minutes. You’re now late.”
“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he threw the covers off of his long, lean body before swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. He looked to you and watched as you got yourself up, his lips curling up into another cheeky smirk as he took in your figure.
“God, you’re incredible. I hope my Christmas present is you later tonight,” He grinned before strolling towards the ensuite bathroom. You chucked a pillow his way as you rolled your eyes at him.
“Behave yourself, Lieutenant. We have all of Christmas Day to get through first.”
Bob shrugged his shoulders as he stood in the doorway to face you, brushing his teeth. He leaned over to spit in the sink before rinsing it down and wiping his mouth with his facecloth from the side of the sink.
“Well, guess I better get downstairs and tame those two before they start unwrapping their presents without us,”
Bob’s hand found its way to your behind as you switched places with him in the bathroom, his deep blue eyes flashing a mischievous grin to you as he whispered in your ear.
“You know, darlin’, I wouldn’t mind if we had another one. I mean, I love our girls, but think of how cute they’d be with a little brother or sister.”
You rolled your eyes as you put the toothpaste on your toothbrush before turning towards your husband with a grin.
“You know, it’s funny you say that,” You began, before being interrupted by the sound of two little voices ringing out from the bottom of the stairs.
“Mommy, Daddy, hurry up!” The girls whined, their voices growing impatient as they waited for you and Bob to get moving.
Bob sighed and shook his head before kissing your cheek gently, He headed off downstairs while you finished brushing your teeth. You stepped into your slippers and pulled on one of Bob’s old sweatshirts before heading downstairs to join your family, where Bob was waiting with a cup of coffee for you, your daughters happily eating some cereal at the table, their blue eyes gazing longingly at the presents under the tree. You took the mug from your husband, a smile on your lips as you sipped the warm liquid carefully. As the girls finished eating, Bob cleared their dishes away before returning to his spot in the comfortable lazy boy chair in the living room. He watched as the girls began tearing open their stockings, shaking his head as he smiled to himself.
“Hey, don’t forget Santa left you a stocking too, Bobby,” you nodded, passing him the fabric stocking. You watched as Bob started opening it, the usual gifts you’d get for his stocking every year being stacked neatly on the table as he went through everything you’d gotten him. He stopped as he pulled out the last item, his blonde eyebrows arching slightly as he looked at it, turning it over in his hands. His eyes looked at you curiously, and his voice was reduced to a soft whisper as his cheeks flushed a soft pink hue.
“Darlin’...are you?” His sapphire blue eyes were full of hope and excitement as he looked at you, as if he was praying his guess about the little plastic stick in his stocking was right.
“I am,” you nod your head in confirmation as Bob gets up and wraps his arms around you tightly, his lips pressing to your forehead gently.
“You’re serious? We’re having another baby?” he whispered, unsure if he should say it too loudly, in case the twins got their hopes up about a new sibling.
“We sure are, darlin’”, you smirked, imitating Bob’s signature pet name for you.
Bob pulled you in tightly for a hug, his lips pressed to your cheek in a gentle, loving kiss. He whispered softly into your ear, his breath making the hairs on your neck stand on end as he spoke.
"Honey, you've made this the best Christmas morning I could have ever dreamed of."
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Happy anniversary!!! Really looking forward to your future writing! :)
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Who Did This To You? In your most vulnerable hour, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is the one to find you, and the one to ask you the ultimate question. “Who did this to you?” Warnings: Mentions of Abuse and DV (NOT committed by Jake), nongraphic description of resulting injuries, a very one-sided bar fight, mention that a character is going to therapy, insults and confrontation by a past abuser. (This story is a who did this to you trope. While it is only dealing with the 'who did this to you’ aftermath of what was done, please keep that in mind.) @justfandomwritings
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Dad Bob Floyd
a/n- HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I know its almost over, but college and work are a pain in the ass...hopefully I am able to post more this year, but I don't want to make any promises.
Anyway me and my amazing friend @rewrittenreality here texting like a month ago about if the tgm dagger squad boys became dads, this is the result of that. I hope y'all enjoy.
Bob was over the moon when he found out you found out you were pregnant. He would surprise you with flowers and a gift for your baby. When he found out that you would be having a girl we went into full girl-dad mode. He found matching outfits for the three of you to all match with once the baby was born.
The day your baby was born Bob couldn't stop smiling. The first time he held her, he looked like his life was complete. You walked in more times than you can count to him just staring at your daughter with all the love he had.
As she got older he learned how to do her hair in various styles, and would dress her so they could twin. When her favorite movie was the little mermaid he started calling her “Flounder” and it stuck. The dagger squad started calling her that too, leading to her being the first baby dagger squad member to get a callsign.
On her first day of school Bob woke up extra early to make her her favorite breakfast, and get her a small bouquet. And when it was time to drop her off you could swear that Bob cried more than her.
He would talk to your belly just like he did in your first pregnancy, which you swear is why she is a daddy's girls. But you didn’t mind, you loved your husband any your daughter more than anything else.
When you found out you were pregnant, and that it was another girl, you couldn't wait for Bob to find out. He was on deployment when you learned of the second Floyd baby. When he got home he looked confused at your daughter's shirt. It read “big sister”. When it clicked he looked back and forth between her shirt and you before pulling you into a tight hug. When you told him it was another little girl he told you he was excited to be a girl dad again. So the matching outfits were updated to include another baby. And just like before, when your younger daughter’s favorite movie was Zootopia, he started calling her “Bunny”.
Bob was meant to be a girl dad. He made sure to raise them with all the love possible. He told you everyday that you were the best thing to happen to him, and that you made him the happiest man in the world.
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Top Gun Maverick - How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship
Summary: How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship
Characters: Rooster, Hangman, Bob, young Mav and Fanboy
Warnings: 18+, MDNI
Words: 1,8k
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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin:
- contrary to many believes I am convinced that Jake married young.
- either his high school or his college sweetheart
- definitely enemies to lovers
- it took them a while to figure their feelings out bc Jake was a teasing / flirting jerk and his s/o was not having any of it.
- they are the kind of couple who are extremely into PDA that makes everyone around them feeling cringey.
- also, a very competitive couple but in a healthy way where both parties are thriving to help the other becoming the best version of themselves.
- always doing their work outs together
- they probably had their first child soon after graduating college, 6 months married when Jake had just joined the Navy.
- it was not always an easy road, but they always worked through it.
- I am convinced they have a bunch of kids, probably between 3 or 4 with one set of twins.
- Jake passed out after he found out he will be a dad of twins.
- during the TGM time frame his kids were between the ages 10 – 5.
- I see Jake being the chilled parent, while his s/o is the one who is a bit stricter in her parenting.
- as well as with his wife, Jake always makes sure to reassure his kids to follow their dreams.
- at least one of the twins (a boy and a girl) when not both joined the navy, giving their mom a heart attack.
- After Jake got a permanent Job without being on deployments that often, he totally bought a ranch with some cows, so he would have an apology to wear his cowboy hat the whole time.
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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw :
- Bradley never really believed that he was capable of having a relationship.
- Everyone he ever loved either died or betrayed him, so he closed off from an early age.
- That’s why he only had one-night stands or casual friends with benefits scenarios for the first 30 years of his life.
- Bradley is made for the friends to lovers’ trope.
- Probably met his s/o via friends, maybe a friend of Phoenix who he met a few years after they graduated Top Gun
- She is probably quite a bit younger than him.
- They were friends for at least 1 ½ years, until Bradley trusted her with his whole heart.
- It was on his dad’s death anniversary, which he normally spends alone, when his s/o showed up on his door, knowing he would need someone today.
- She is the first person who has seen him cry since his mom died.
- That was also the day he knew that she is not just a friend, but he is in love.
- At first, he was totally overwhelmed, never kneeing the feeling of real love.
- He probably needed some space after this, processing everything.
- But then showed up on their doorstep, confessing his feelings.
- After that day the both of them were inseparable
- They are each other’s best friend, partner in crime and ride or die.
- He is also the person who would never judge his partner for having mental health issues, he would be incredibly supportive cause he knows what the darkness feels like
- They probably have 2 or three kids, 2 girls and one boy (who is obviously called Nick)
- Roosters wife is probably pregnant with baby number 2 during the TGM time frame.
- They own a huge beach house in San Diego
- They are hosting the best barbecues
- They also have 2 dogs, probably golden retrievers which Rooster named Iceman and Maverick (he still thinks about getting a chihuahua and calling him Hangman)
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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd :
- Robert knows his s/o since birth.
- Definitely childhood friends to lovers
- Their moms were best friend since middle school and as soon as they knew they will have each a boy and a girl, they had the dream of their kids ending up together.
- That’s exactly the reason it took the two of them years to actually come together.
- Both were quite good friends but their moms’ making comments about them coming together is just extremely cringe and strange for them (in their teen years)
- Their ways parted when they choose different colleges and only saw each other on holiday breaks when they came home.
- They would then spend every minute together by watching movies or driving through the city at night, talking about life.
- It was when Bob announced he will join the Navy that his s/o realized that she is in love with him.
- And it took Bob 8 months longer, until he had to eject out of a plane for the first time, terrified for his dear life that he realized the same.
- After Bob graduated Top Gun, he made his way back home and the both of them shared their feelings with each other that night.
- Everything about their relationship screams true love.
- Their moms both cried when the two announced they were engaged, 3 years after coming together.
- Due to some issues, it took Bob and his s/o a couple of years to get pregnant.
- But after a couple of years, they welcomed their only daughter in this world.
- Bob is definitely a girl dad.
- And he would throw the world best sleep overs for his daughter.
- With some homemade popcorn and different themes, he crafted some décor for
- Due to their fertility issues, they were probably still trying doing the TGM time frame, so this would probably a topic Bob and Phoenix would have talked often about in private.
- And she was just as happy as the grandmas to be, when she found out she was going to be an aunt.
- Bob and his s/o bought a huge house in their hometown shortly after their daughter was born
- This house is also the spot where every Dagger Celebration takes place
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Young Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell:
- His relationship to his s/o reminds me of the lyrics in Taylor Swifts song Mine
- ‘You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.’
- His tropes also totally scream summer romance and the one that got away.
- It’s also giving Baby and Johnny (Dirty Dancing)
- He probably met her the summer when he was graduating Top Gun
- He was in his late twenties and she probably in her early to mid/twenties.
- She was probably in law or med school, trying to make her daddy proud, but she is a free spirit who is giving artsy vibes.
- Probably painted Mav on his Bike or in a cockpit a couple of times
- Their relationship progressed fast and was pretty passionate.
- Mav loved the sneaking around and encouraged his s/o to step up to her dad and follow her dreams.
- They had the perfect summer romance, with those cinematic moments (like riding his bike in the rain and sharing passionate kisses after)
- Their whole world shattered after Goose died.
- It was the end of the summer and s/o had to leave for university a couple of days after
- They were both heartbroken but agreed that every summer romance must come to an end.
- They were both deeply in love, without telling the other.
- Their heartbreak was horrifying.
- But they never stopped thinking about each other.
- It took them 5 years to reunite, meeting up in San Diego again, where reader opened a little cafe for artist after quitting college.
- It was a beautiful reunion, which lasted about 8 days until Mav got deployed.
- They both agreed that a stable relationship with a house, dog and kids were not what was in the cards for them at that point, so they kept in casual.
- It was about 15 years later, when Mav was in his mid 40’s and his s/o in her late 30’s that they agreed on settling down, in their own kind of way.
- Mav opened his shop and they both agreed on buying a black Labrador which they called Goose.
- Being the dagger squads second set of parents and working with them through their life crises
- Their life is not what others, especially people in the navy, would call conventional.
- But neither Mav nor his s/o is conventional and that’s the exact reason they love each other so deeply.
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Mikey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia:
- He is the dream guy for every fangirl.
- He probably met his s/o on a convention.
- This or it was a blind date which was set up by Payback.
- The two of them went out for Burger and Fries in a typical American Diner for their first date, where they talked and talked about every fandom they had ever been in
- They always have something to talk about
- The two of them will go to Comic Con and Fan Events together, wearing the cutest couple costumes ever.
- Gamer Boyfriend and Book Lover Girlfriend
- He is the one to re-create book scenes with
- Like standing in a doorframe and so on
- He will beta read every fanfiction his s/o ever wrote, giving great critique and compliments.
- Each other’s safe place
- After always being judged for being a part of several fandoms from early ages on, it is very important for them to never judge their partner and making sure both of them are feeling safe.
- Huge discussions after which fictional characters their kids will be named after
- They probably have two boys, who are 4 years apart.
- The first one was a couple of weeks old during the TGM time frame.
- Its broke Mickeys heart to leave his girlfriend and his newborn son alone, but Payback made sure to bring his WSO back to his family.
- They married shortly after the Uranium Mission, Payback being Fanboys best man.
- This wedding definitely had some Pinterest inspiration from different fandoms.
- For the name of their second son, the dagger squad had to vote between different fantasy names.
- Mickey lost after trying to get the others vote for Anakin Legolas Garcia
- The two of them hosting gaming events for Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman on the one side, while his wife, Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster had their book club meeting on the other side of the living room.
- They also make the greatest Christmas cards, every year a different fantasy theme.
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bestie pls we NEED bob twin dad because it’s lichrally so personal to me 🤍🤍 🫶🏻 xx liv callsignbob
oh liv you do not understand the feralness this unlocked in me. twin dad bob lives in my brain rent free. @callsignbob
Bob could count on one hand the number of days he considered to be the best of his life. The day he graduated from the Naval Academy, the day he met (Y/N), their wedding day, and the day the twins were born.
Maisy Jane and Franklin Max were born about 2 weeks ago, after a long and stressful labor for both parents.
Since the twins had been earthside, Bob doesn’t think he’s had a dry eye for more than an hour or he was asleep. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the terrifying moment (Y/N)’s water broke a few weeks early, to being at the hospital, and each anticipating moment until they could hold their babies for the first time. They had decided to wait on finding out the genders of the twins, deciding on picking out a variety of names to choose from. The Dagger Squad had even come to the Floyd residence to help put together the nursery, where Bob stood right now.
He often found himself standing above the crib, just watching the babies in awe, and wondering how he got so lucky.
“Hi, sweet girl.” He said, reaching down and stroking Maisy’s cheek with his pointer finger, gently as if she was made of glass. She rustled slightly in her sleep, a soft groan sounding from her tiny body. Bob let out a soft chuckle before turning to his son, who laid on the other side of the divider in the crib. Franklin was laid in a similar position to his sister, and seemed to let out a groan in response to hers. Smiling to himself, Bob knew he’d have his hands full with these two.
But he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt a pair of hands slide around his waist and a pair of lips on his neck, the sweet giggle of his wife like music to his ears.
“I could watch them sleep all day. They’re so tiny, Bobby.” she whispered.
“I know, mama. Only going to get bigger from here, though.” He replied, which earned him a small smack to the stomach.
“Let me enjoy them while they’re this little, Robert.” (Y/N) scolded jokingly. “Can you believe we made them? Like, they’re two living breathing humans that I carried inside me for 8 months.”
“It’s wild to think, darlin. I’ve waited for them since the moment you told me we were having ‘em. Two little products of our love. Can’t get better than that, huh?” Bob spoke sweetly, turning his head to meet his wife’s eyes.
(Y/N) responded by tilting her head upwards to kiss her husband, uttering a soft I love you, before they were broken apart by the waking babies.
As he scooped his bleary eyed daughter into his arms, ready to start the day, Bob was grateful for whatever he did in a past life to earn the one he had right now.
He used to always think (Y/N) would be the only love of his life. But that all changed the second Maisy and Franklin came into the picture. Bob always dreamed of starting his own version of a Floyd family growing up, and to have that be true in this moment with those 3? He was the luckiest man in the world.
bob night!
a/n: this is kind of bad bc i’m really tired but it also made me very soft and i am willing to explore more of this little floyd family if it is welcomed.
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Del ☕ we know a lot about Rhett's relationship with his father but do we know anything about Robby's? 👀
Now this is something I've been brewing on for damn near a year 💃
The story I crafted isn't pretty, so here is your honorary trigger warning for drug and alcohol use, major age gap relationships, overdoses, verbally abusive relationships, death, and mentions of PTSD.
Here we go
Robby's dad, Glenn, was an ex-Air Force pilot who had served in the Vietnam War; he was 41 when he met Bob's momma, Nellie Floyd, newly turned 19, having run from her small town in Texas, seeking the finer things out in California. At the time, Nellie had her eyes on everyone but Glenn, but they just kept showing up at the bar at the same time, and eventually, that led to conversation. Conversation led to dates, and dates led to something more.
It wasn't meant to last, they both knew that, but they were two lonely people desperate to feel loved. Wanted. So they kept seeing each other. No strings attached, either could walk away when they were reader.
Until Nellie learned she was pregnant. And suddenly, there was a very big string tying them together.
At first, they made it work; their first argument was over Glenn's desire to have Robert take Nellie's last name, Floyd, and by the time her little son was finally born, she was too tired to argue. Robert Floyd, it was.
Glenn made a lot of questionable decisions in his life, but the one unquestionable thing he ever did was love his son unconditionally. Bobby was his entire world, and for a few months there, it was enough to keep him from drinking. They were a happy trio.
Until they weren't.
Nellie and Glenn had absolutely nothing in common; they were so different in every way imaginable. Political views, ages, personalities, experiences. Nellie was a young, free spirit who wanted to explore the world, and Glenn was an old, weathered soul who had seen things no man should see. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his familiarity. His drinking was getting worse, and when Nellie became aware of the drug use, things took a turn for the worse.
They broke up and got back together every few weeks. Nellie would walk away because of Glenn's addiction, Glenn would temporarily clean up, beg for her to come back, and she would return. Rinse and repeat. Over, and over, and over.
During that time, Nellie met another man, one her age but no less toxic, and fell pregnant with twin girls. Where Glenn was a gentle speaker who never raised his voice in front of the children, the father of Bob's sisters had a temper like no other.
And this is where Bobby grew up. Filtering between homes, between being around a hateful man who swore and hollered like no other, and a husk of a soul that turned to the bottle to escape.
Glenn tried to get sober for his son, he really did; he managed to stay clean for the weekend visits. Took Robby to Air Force and Naval museums, even if the very sight of planes made him tremble. He's where Bob learned to love to fly; they got on planes just to turn around and come back right after landing.
They visited ships and built model planes. Glenn was no Navy boy, but he taught Bob to swim better than anyone could. He was the one to get him into surfing. Always challenged him to see who could eat the most dinner; Bob always called him out for letting him win.
Every weekend was an adventure. Bob thought his daddy was just fun like that. Glenn was just trying to keep his son from learning the truth.
But Bobby knew; he was too young to understand at the time, but in time, he would. He saw the bottles and the needles, understood what that funny smell on his dad's breath was.
Glenn passed of an overdose when Bob was eight.
Nellie tried her best to keep Bob from knowing what had happened, but Bobby has always been smart. Not only had he already put two and two together, but he had heard the conversation when the police officer came to tell his momma what happened.
Glenn was supposed to be buried, but before the funeral, Bob overheard his momma talking about moving back to Texas and kicked up a massive fit about wanting to take his dad with them. He didn't want to bury his dad in a place that he could never visit; that wasn't fair!
So, instead, Glenn was cremated, and his urn was sitting in Bob's lap for the entirety of the move to Texas. He has his own shelf wherever Bob moves, some small thing covered in model planes and tiny surfboards.
Bob's childhood was anything but perfect, and it shaped a lot of who he's become. He doesn't drink because of what happened to his father, doesn't swear or raise his voice like his sister's father did. In many ways, he strives to be the opposite of both men, but he's like his dad in so many different ways.
The only reason he ever got grounded was for sneaking out of the house to go surfing at the same weirdly specific hours Glenn did. He shared that love of planes that took him to the Navy; he got into bronc riding because it had always been on his dad's bucket list.
His meal proportions are larger than normal because being a big eater is evidently hereditary. He laughs the same; he wears glasses similar to the ones Glenn did; he unknowingly loves the same books and genres, but he lives his life so much differently.
Bobby is the result of a crippling pattern being broken; he comes from a long line of war-torn veterans on his dad's side and refuses to walk the path created by those before him. He's learned to be strong in all of the places they were weak, and he's far from perfect, but his momma always says he's something close to it.
The only thing he couldn't beat were the sensitive allergies that run on his dad's side of the family 🙄 he's out of commission every spring.
But that's just my two cents 🌼💃
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it's a poll day.....
this is so important to me
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heyyy, we live for bob, i have this idea for bob if his daughter was a teenager and had her first boyfriend and the terrifying meeting of the parents. would bob be over protective and try to be intimidating and his wife just being like oh OH this is a new bob
(your bob works just oml)
sorry this took so long to put out! thank you for being patient! this won't be too long but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!
y/d/n - your daughter's name
y/s/n - your son's name
btw this will be with a f!reader
honestly you knew this day was coming sooner or later
as soon as the doctor announced that one of the twins you were having was a girl- you felt it coming
of course, bob wasn't too old fashioned
sure he did take things at a slower pace, asked your parents for their blessing, was a whole gentleman
BUT other things he was cool with
however, when it comes to his kids- this man can be a bit overprotective
they had a curfew (course it got extended later when they got older) and strong recommendations to not date while in school-
he just wanted his kids to be safe and focus on their studies (he also didn't want them to experience "heartbreak" too early)
but, when his daughter finally told him about her relationship
you could see your husband have a heart attack internally
yeah, you knew about her boyfriend for a couple months now
you figured it out pretty quickly and talked to her about it
she knew you approved of him and she knew you'd tear him a new one if he disrespected her or anything of that nature
but you never met him in person
at least until today
when y/d/n opened the door and called you, bob, and y/s/n down, you immediately noticed bob standing up straighter trying to be a bit more intimidating
your daughter knew well enough to at least warn her boyfriend about her family and what exactly to expect
and though he was slightly prepared, he was still lowkey shitting his pants
he knew your son, granted those three went to school together and they were almost friends so he wasn't too worried about that
but y/d/n warned him about you because you found out about their relationship early on and to be honest, he was most scared of you
last but not least was bob, he knew bob was in the military and he was a bit strict on his children, but other than that he didn't know how else to prepare
after your daughter introduced him to you all, he shook hands with you
"it's a pleasure to meet you, mrs. floyd"
you smiled at him and nodded
"likewise, i'm glad you could join us for dinner."
and then he shook hands with bob
you noticed the firm shake between the two men and rolled your eyes trying to stifle a laugh
"so glad you could finally introduce yourself! lets go eat, we cooked up something special tonight."
and he just directed the poor boy into the dining room with an arm firmly around his shoulder with your daughter following behind
bob didn't say too much like a stereotypical overprotective dad did, it was more so the intimidating air that surrounded him that sent the message
you and your son trailed behind after giggling a bit about how their dad was behaving
"i can't believe he's really doing this-"
"oh just wait till you bring someone home yourself, you're getting the same treatment"
dinner was actually great
you both learned a lot about the guy your daughter was interested in and you noticed bob softening up and taking a liking to him
when it was time for him to finally head home, he said his goodbyes to everyone while bob decided to walk him out to his car
you didn't hear what was said between the two of them, but you saw just before the boy got in his car, a firm hug was exchanged
and when bob made it back up the steps you just smiled at him and pulled him into a kiss
"you liked him, didn't you?"
"ah what can i say, he seems like a good kid. lets hope he treats her right."
"only time will tell."
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this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world, and while she looks so sad in photographs, i absolutely love her when she smiles
oneshots
Sweeter than Candy ✿
-> Bob Floyd is sweet. Hooking up with him? The best decision you've ever made.
Full of Surprises ✿
-> Admiring you since he met you, Bob's been afraid to make a move. He has a secret, and he's afraid it'll put you off, but his friend Jake is always there to play wingman for him.
Forever and Ever, Amen
-> Deployments are hard for you. They're even harder for Bob. He reassures you he's never going to stop loving you though.
Merry Christmas, Darlin'
-> You and Bob are spending Christmas with your twin girls, enjoying a cozy morning together. Little does Bob know, you have the best Christmas gift planned for him.
This Love We've Got Is The Best Of All
-> Being away from home and living on base has been an adjustment for you, and it's a sacrifice Bob's so grateful to you for making. He knows just how to make you feel more at home.
Career Day Crush
-> Bob reluctantly agreed to go with Jake for Career Day at his son's school. Uncle Bobby isn't usually one to talk in front of groups, but he agrees for Boone's sake. Once he meets Boone's teacher, he's grateful he agreed to tag along.
High On Lovin' You ✿
-> Bob's been taking on the doting dad role since the birth of your daughter, but lately, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to how he cares for her.
All The Pretty Girls
-> Home for a long overdue visit, Bob is dreading seeing his family again. He doesn't fit in and he'd rather just be at home. Just as he's planning his escape, he sees you.
minors dni. | anything ✿ contains smut/sexual themes.
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Dagger Squad Headcanons | Part 7
ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD
Robert and his twin sister Melissa were children of the foster care system, going in when they were almost two years old. He has nearly no memory of his birth family.
They were shuffled between four houses and agencies before they were settled into the care of the Floyd family. They were officially adopted just after their sixth birthday.
100% was a Cub Scout, a Boy Scout, and an Eagle Scout.
His mom was a super involved den mother.
Joy-Anna Floyd - otherwise known as Josie, or more commonly Mama J to the neighborhood kids - is the quintessential Midwestern suburban mother. This woman would drop everything at a moment's notice for her kids or their friends.
Bob has a teddy bear from his birth mother tucked away in a box in the back of his closet that he sometimes opens up and holds. He likes to think he can still smell her perfume on it.
Likes his routines, sticks to them if at all possible. The timing of things is key - which really sucked for his sister when she missed her morning bathroom time by eight minutes.
6:15 at the bus stop, this kid was working through levels of Pokémon Blue while his fingers slowly began to freeze in the Midwestern winter temps.
His world from the ages of 7 to 15 were consumed by his game consoles. He really liked the old school systems - the Sega Genesis was where it was at.
He did little league for a few years before throwing his focus into hockey. His dad always says he could have made it into a college team if they hadn't relocated.
They lived in Minnesota up until Bob and his sister were 12, then they moved further west to Montana.
Melissa took the move better than him, by far. He had a hell of a time fitting in and making friends - becoming a real loner type by the time high school started.
Spent a lot of his summers working on his uncle's cattle ranch in Montana. He liked the work for the most part - being away from town and just kind of in-tune with everything around him for a little while.
Bob has a massive back tattoo. An angel sat on the ground with its wings curved around him, his foot on a compass directional face. It's a reminder to trust in himself and the path he is on, no matter what. It's his only tattoo and he doesn't like to show it off. If he flexes his arms/shoulders, it makes the angels wings appear to be unfurling and opening up.
He primarily wore contacts up until he enlisted. The glasses were a bit of a cultural change for him, to be honest.
Started playing guitar when he was nine. Picking up his uncle's long-neglected Gibson and just started strumming random chords on it during one of his summers at the ranch.
He's not good in terms of being on par with the greats, but he's probably the best self-taught musician out of the whole squad. His fingers move across the frets with a haunting speed.
He does not sing in front of anyone if he can help it. His voice is just fine and actually pretty rugged and handsome in a classic country artist sort of way, but he's too self conscious of his own tone to willingly break out into song around other people.
His favorite artists include Bob Dylan and Bob Seger. Though he takes a lot of inspiration from classic blues artists when it comes to playing - like Robert Johnson.
His favorite childhood food was peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
As much as he loves his mother and would do anything for her, she made way too many tuna casseroles growing up. So much so that he will not willingly eat tuna now as an adult.
Misses having his hair a little longer, around the ears.
His parents house back in Montana is basically a permanent time capsule to the pre-internet days of the 70s, 80s, and 90s. Hardwood paneling and carpet as far as the eye can see. His old room has been virtually untouched since he left home at 18. You will find all of his old sports trophies, TMNT posters, and classic Star Wars figurines still where he left them.
He really got into robotics and engineering around the time of his sophomore year in high school when the computer lab received it's first upgrade of new computers.
His mom figures he probably could have invented the iPhone if he hadn't gone and enlisted. Bob would thoroughly disagree.
Mr. and Mrs. Floyd are the types of parents who still bring up his school achievements as if he isn't currently an officer in the United States Navy. No, it's his third grade essay on nocturnal wildlife that gets brought up at Sunday dinner.
No one has been told the true origin of his callsign outside of his first squadron. Baby on Board, Barf on Backseat, Best of the Best, doesn't matter. He'll never tell.
His eyes can barely handle contact lenses after all this time and he sort of hates it.
Actually has a really filthy mouth, but he puts on the Midwestern charm and innocent phrases when he's out in public - especially in uniform. No, he saves that kind of talk for his partner and only his partner.
This man will dominate you at hacky sack.
His dad took him and his sister camping a lot when they were growing up. The really rugged kind of no-electricity, dig a hole in the ground to go, kind of camping. He feels most at home when he's surrounded by open wilderness.
Was a real 4-H, county fair kind of kid. Him and Melissa raised rabbits for a few years, a pig named Farley one year, and two American Quarter horses named Sunspot and Betty Lou.
He also did rodeo barrel racing for three years in high school.
Could tie knots blindfolded and in his sleep thanks to all the years he spent in the Scouts. Like the really obscure ones.
He will never drink alcohol unless he's actually on leave.
Has way too many mechanical pencils on hand as well as tri-colored pens he uses for note taking.
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Let's meet some OC's! TOP GUN MAVERICK EDITION!
Name: Hayley Olivia Prescott
Nickname: Hay
Age: 29 (during TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Call sign: Mockingbird
Movie: Top Gun Maverick
Family: Mr Prescott (Father),Mrs Prescott (Mother), Madison Machado neé Prescott (Older Sister), Zoë Prescott (Younger Sister), Javy "Coyote" Machado (Brother-in-law)
Fun facts/call backs: she's the middle child,she did cheerleading and theatre for a local troupe. She was homecoming queen
Played by: Phoebe Tonkin
Name: Samantha Kaitlyn Kazsanky
Nickname: Sam
Age: 28 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Robert "Bob" Floyd
Call sign: Karma
Movie: Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Tom "Iceman" Kazsanky (Father), Sarah Kazsanky (Mother)
Fun facts/call backs: she later becomes an admiral like her dad, did cotillion and debutante classes and debate team, valedictorian
Played by: Danielle Campbell
Name: Lyra Nicole Mitchell
Nickname: Ly
Age: 32 (TG:M) 2 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Call sign: Chaos
Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Duke Mitchell (Paternal Grandfather, deceased), Mrs Mitchell (Paternal Grandmother, deceased), Unnamed Maternal Grandmother (Deceased), Unnamed Maternal Grandfather (Deceased), Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Father), Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood (Mother), Rosalie "Riveter" Kerner neé Mitchell (Aunt), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Uncle), Hannah Kerner (Cousin)
Fun facts/call backs: she has a Bradshaw as her backseater, she did cheerleading and was prom queen
Played by: Florence Pugh
Name: Cassidy Anne Bradshaw
Nickname: Cass, Cassie
Age: 32 (TG:M), 2 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Call sign: Rascal
Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw (Father, deceased), Carole Bradshaw (Mother,deceased), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Twin Brother)
Fun facts/call backs: she's like Goose 2.0,did cheerleading and student council in highschool
Played by: Brie Larson
Name: Rosalie Elizabeth Kerner
Nickname: Rosie, Rose
Age: 49 (TG:M), 23 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Ron "Slider" Kerner
Call sign: Riveter
Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Duke Mitchell (Father, deceased), Mrs Mitchell (Mother, deceased), Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Older Brother), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Husband), Hannah Kerner (Daughter), Lyra "Chaos" Mitchell (Niece)
Fun facts/call backs: she's one of the first female pilots, her call sign is from her childhood nickname
Played by: Riley Volkel
Name: Hannah Eliana Kerner
Nickname: Blondie
Age: 25 (TG:M), Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: TBD
Movie: Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Rosalie "Riveter" Kerner neé Mitchell (Mother), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Father), Duke Mitchell (Maternal Grandfather, deceased), Mrs Mitchell (Maternal Grandmother, deceased) Unnamed Paternal Grandfather (deceased), Unnamed Paternal Grandmother (deceased), Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Uncle), Lyra "Chaos" Mitchell (Cousin)
Fun facts/call backs: she's the only one who's not a pilot despite her cousin, mom, dad, uncle and grandfather being pilots
Played by: Alicia Silverstone
Name: Madison Amara Machado (Neé Prescott)
Nickname: Maddie
Age: 30 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Javy "Coyote" Machado
Movie: Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Family: Mr Prescott (Father),Mrs Prescott (Mother), Hayley Prescott (Younger Sister), Zoë Prescott (Younger Sister)
Fun facts/call backs: she's the oldest Prescott, did cheerleading and did mock emergencies
Played by: Liz Gilles
Name: Zoë Abigail Prescott
Nickname: Tiny, short stack
Age: 15 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Henry Cooper
Movie: Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Mr Prescott (Father), Mrs Prescott (Mother), Madison Machado neé Prescott (Older Sister), Hayley Prescott (Older Sister), Javy "Coyote" Machado (Brother-in-law)
Fun facts/call backs: she's the youngest Prescott, she plays the flute
Played by: Katie Douglas
Name: Henry Luke Cooper
Nickname: Stowaway
Age: 15 (TG:M), Various ages (Flashbacks)
S/O: Zoë Prescott
Movie: Top Gun: Maverick
Family: Mr Cooper (Father), Mrs Cooper (Mother), Ally Cooper (Younger Sister)
Fun facts/callbacks: he followed Zoë when she moved to California, does baseball and football
Played by: Montana Jordan
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Top Gun Writing Master List
“As always: No Beta We Die Like Goose”
Works in Progress
Learning to Fly
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Completed
The Parent Trap
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: The Parent Trap (1998) Inspired
Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Background Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Jake “Hangman” Seresin/ Rhett Abbot (Outer Range TV)
Summery: Annie and Hallie had no clue they had a twin or who their other dad was, but a chance encounter has these two mischievous twins hatching a plan to get their dads back together.
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Series
Press Shuffle
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Solomon "Warlock" Bates, Charles "Chipper" Jones, Javy "Coyote" Machado, [more to be added as necessary]
Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe
Tags: Secret Relationship, Happy Ending, New Years Kiss, Marriage Proposal, Non-Linear Narrative, POV Alternating, Las Vegas Wedding, DADT Bashing, [more to be added as necessary]
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One Shots
Sprit in the Sky
Warnings: Canonical Character Death
Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw,
Tags: Angst, Dark Humor, no beta we die like goose
Summery: “Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.” – John Lubbock
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While You Were Deployed
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent
Characters: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Tags: Threesome- (M/M/M), Older Men/ Younger Man, Daddy Kink
Summery: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell has been deployed for six months and scuttle butt has him livid.
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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: None
Characters: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Tags: Intoxicated Admiral, Butchering of a beloved Christmas poem, Maverick being the sensible one?!?!?, Good Sex Etiquette
Summery: Dutch courage on Christmas Eve, what could go wrong?
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Once Upon a Time
Warnings: Time Period homophobia
Tags: Alternate Universe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Lives
Characters: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Bradley “Not yet Rooster” Bradshaw, Class of 1986
Pairings: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw/ Carole Bradshaw/ Ron “Slider” Kerner, background Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Summary: Bradley “Not yet Rooster” Bradshaw asks for the story of how his mom, dad and da met.
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REWRITING
You Made a Rebel of a Careless Man's Careful Daughter (Draft One)
Warnings: Brief Mentions of Miscarriages and Infertility Issues
Tags: Alternate Universe, Daddy Issues, Polyamorous Relationships, Aromantic Character, Family Drama, Adoption, Original Character
Pairings:
Past: Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell,
End Game: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Sarah Kazanky/ Penny Benjamin & Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin,
Pre-relationship: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/ Robert “Bob” Floyd
Summery: The best Naval Aviators this generation have been recalled to Top Gun for an impossible mission, made even more so by their own personal issues.
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Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist
Hey dear, thanks for checking my blog out.
If you have any Blurb / One Shot requests, feel free to send them via the Link in my Bio
This Blog is 18+, so minors do not interact.
Masterlist Key
💗 - fluff
⚡️ - sad / dramatic / emotional
⭐️ - angst
‼️ - smut
💛 - headcanons
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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
💗‼️ Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet
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💗⚡️ Never alone - Bradley Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader / Summary: Bradley finds you curled up on you living room floor. He comforts you after your body issues and Ed got the best of you (check Trigger Warning)
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💗⚡️/ The way I loved you - Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader/ Jake Seresin x f!reader/ Summary: Fic inspired by the way I loved you by Taylor Swift. You and Rooster are friends - or more? And Jake Seresin is your Ex- or isn’t he?
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‼️ The Bronco Sex Diaries - Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader / Summary: a couple of drinks at the hard deck make your boyfriend absolutely insatiable for you. Bradley just wished that Hangman would not have witnessed the two of you
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⚡️/ Up in the sky - Bradley Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw / Summary: The first time Bradley Bradshaw saw his dad after he died.
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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
‼️💗Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin NSFW Alphabet
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‼️ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin NSFW Audios
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‼️Three are never too much - Jake Seresin x Reader ft. Bradley Bradshaw / Summary: Bradley takes part in Jakes Fantasy to be watched as he fucks his wife
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‼️Welcome Home, Lieutenant - Jake Seresin x Reader / Summary: Your boyfriend just came back from his deployment and you found a way to thank him for his service
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On going Series:
💗‼️⚡️The Au Pair Diaries - Jake Seresin x Reader
Summary: Jake Seresin was in desperate need for an au pair for his twin daughters. What he did not expect was to fall in love with the 23 year old girl who is absolutely forbidden but now lives next to his bedroom.
Part 1 , Part 2
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Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell
Coming soon
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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
Coming soon
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Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace
‼️/ Pretty Girl - Natasha Trace x girlfriend!reader / Summary: Nothing, just some porn for our fav girl
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Dagger Squad HeadCanons💛
Dagger Squad Kink Headcanons ‼️
How the Characters met their s/o and some Headcanons for their relationships 💗
Dagger Squad Cooking Headcanons
Dagger Squad Wedding Headcanons 💗
#Top Gun#Top Gun Maverick#TGM#TGM Masterlist#Top Gun Masterlist#Bradley Bradshaw x Reader#Jake Seresin x Reader#Natasha Trace x Reader#Robert Floyd x Reader#Pete Mitchell x Reader
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bestie pls we NEED bob twin dad because it’s lichrally so personal to me 🤍🤍 🫶🏻 xx liv callsignbob
oh liv you do not understand the feralness this unlocked in me. twin dad bob lives in my brain rent free. @callsignbob
Bob could count on one hand the number of days he considered to be the best of his life. The day he graduated from the Naval Academy, the day he met (Y/N), their wedding day, and the day the twins were born.
Maisy Jane and Franklin Max were born about 2 weeks ago, after a long and stressful labor for both parents.
Since the twins had been earthside, Bob doesn’t think he’s had a dry eye for more than an hour or he was asleep. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the terrifying moment (Y/N)’s water broke a few weeks early, to being at the hospital, and each anticipating moment until they could hold their babies for the first time. They had decided to wait on finding out the genders of the twins, deciding on picking out a variety of names to choose from. The Dagger Squad had even come to the Floyd residence to help put together the nursery, where Bob stood right now.
He often found himself standing above the crib, just watching the babies in awe, and wondering how he got so lucky.
“Hi, sweet girl.” He said, reaching down and stroking Maisy’s cheek with his pointer finger, gently as if she was made of glass. She rustled slightly in her sleep, a soft groan sounding from her tiny body. Bob let out a soft chuckle before turning to his son, who laid on the other side of the divider in the crib. Franklin was laid in a similar position to his sister, and seemed to let out a groan in response to hers. Smiling to himself, Bob knew he’d have his hands full with these two.
But he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt a pair of hands slide around his waist and a pair of lips on his neck, the sweet giggle of his wife like music to his ears.
“I could watch them sleep all day. They’re so tiny, Bobby.” she whispered.
“I know, mama. Only going to get bigger from here, though.” He replied, which earned him a small smack to the stomach.
“Let me enjoy them while they’re this little, Robert.” (Y/N) scolded jokingly. “Can you believe we made them? Like, they’re two living breathing humans that I carried inside me for 8 months.”
“It’s wild to think, darlin. I’ve waited for them since the moment you told me we were having ‘em. Two little products of our love. Can’t get better than that, huh?” Bob spoke sweetly, turning his head to meet his wife’s eyes.
(Y/N) responded by tilting her head upwards to kiss her husband, uttering a soft I love you, before they were broken apart by the waking babies.
As he scooped his bleary eyed daughter into his arms, ready to start the day, Bob was grateful for whatever he did in a past life to earn the one he had right now.
He used to always think (Y/N) would be the only love of his life. But that all changed the second Maisy and Franklin came into the picture. Bob always dreamed of starting his own version of a Floyd family growing up, and to have that be true in this moment with those 3? He was the luckiest man in the world.
bob night!
a/n: this is kind of bad bc i’m really tired but it also made me very soft and i am willing to explore more of this little floyd family if it is welcomed.
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enemies to lovers hc's | rf
a/n: im not sorry for this. these came straight from the gc with @lt-natrace and @rhettabbotts and bc im too lazy to write a fic, here's some headcanons we came up with during this mornings brain rot <3 also reader's callsign is yankee bc im self projecting and from ny. i also got really carried away and this is so long i’m sorry. thank u to @mayhem24-7forever and @topguncortez for beta-ing this too!
~ no one understands how you could possibly hate bob. its bob. he's a total sweetheart, the quiet one. but not to you.
~ to you, he's snarky, and there's just something about him that gets under your skin.
~ you're no picnic to him either. he tried to befriend you, a fellow WSO, from the start. but he was met with a blank stare and a scowl. two can play at this game, he thought.
~ it all started one of the very first nights at The Hard Deck. already unamused with the pissing contest between hangman and rooster, you've stuck to phoenix's side as you've flown with her before but aren't paired together for this mission
~ you've heard of her backseater's reputation, and were eager to meet him. someone at your level, who understands the role and loves it just as much as you do. and by the looks of it, he looked like he might be different from the male pilots you've worked with in the past
~ and not to mention he's really fucking hot.
~ but as soon as he cracks a distasteful joke, one that rubs you the wrong way and somehow takes a jab at your ability to fly like him, you're done. so you give him the cold shoulder and think to yourself, he's just like the rest.
~ but that doesn't stop you from trying to impress him, because for some reason you may have developed a crush on him. but after a while, that crush turned to nothing but pure hatred.
~ bob makes your life a living hell. he makes it a point to criticize every little thing you do, and soon enough it became a battle to see who the better wizzo would be.
~ "god, you're fucking insufferable. you really can't keep your mouth shut, can you? you're clogging the damn radio Yankee." he spat. "Bob." Phoenix piped in, but was ignored as you responded. "I've got to get Coyote's attention somehow, asshole. back off."
~ the rest of the squad is used to your bantering, but it never went passed jabs at each others abilities, or other meaningless characteristics.
~ none of it went unnoticed by phoenix, though. she could see right through the snide remarks and icy glares. she knows you. she remembers the blush that crossed your face the first time you laid eyes on bob, and she remembers the way your face fell after his joke went over your head.
~ she knows bob. she knows that he thinks highly of you and is impressed with your work. and that he has the dryest sense of humor known to man, and that he thought you were stuck up after you didn't laugh at his joke.
~ she sees the longing glances bob gives you when you aren't looking. the ones where he stares at you, laughing with fanboy, in that beautiful sundress that flows so perfectly around your curves. and he's angry with how beautiful you look, and how happy you are in that moment, and he's angry because he wonders why can't i be like that with her
~ he wasn't good with feelings. and you were mean to him, so he was mean back. but maybe one night he takes it too far.
~ you've mentioned in passing and in group that your parents struggle with your line of work, and it's taken a toll on your relationship with them. so after a long day of flying and picking fights with each other, you're both exhausted. and of course that tiredness turns to anger, and anger is an emotion you and bob know best with each other.
~ bob's fed up. fed up with himself, and flying, and mav's drills, and you. it's always you.
~ "god after missing that target, it’s no wonder your parents aren’t proud of you” he regrets it as soon as he says it. a surprised "woah" is elicited by rooster, as you stop in your tracks. “you’re a real asshole, floyd” you say, voice shaky, before you turn on your heel and dart away.
~ phoenix grabs bob's arm, pulling him back as the rest of the pilots move along. "what the fuck was that, bob? you know, this little rivaly you and yankee had was cute at first, but it's gotten out of hand lately. coming for her like that? brining her parents into it when you know what their relationship is like? that's a low blow. especially coming from you. you need to take some time and think about whatever this little thing means, because its obvious you've got something else going on." she says, leaving him standing on the tarmac. he waits there for a minute, ashamed. bob feels his jaw twitch before he heads back inside
~ he knows he has to man up and apologize. he didn't mean it, he was frustrated. frustrated with his feelings, and the mission. but his words shoot to kill when he's mad. he has a lot of regrets about that. (thank u to jay for killing me with that)
~ the next day, as he plans to apologize to you, he approaches with caution. he waits for you to say something, anything, but the moment never comes. you don't say a word to him, just leave him with a second long look, full of pain and something else he can't place.
~ it goes on like this for the next few days. no more snide remarks, scowls, or fighting. just stolen glances that don’t go unnoticed by your teammates.
~ in between drills, bob walked past an empty classroom put paused when he heard your voice.
~ “i thought he was different, javy. i don’t know. i’ll get over it.”
~ bob couldn’t help but feel yet another pant of jealousy. he knew you were talking about him. and to confide that in coyote? you were a lot closer than he thought, and he felt stupid for how much he hated that.
~ he decided to stay on base a little later than usual that night, catching up on some reading and drill planning. as he was packing up his bag, he heard some yelling, a loud clatter, and a scream that sounded all too familiar. running into the hallway, he bounced his head around until he found the site of the incident. his heart dropped to his stomach as he spotted you, crouched against the wall, shaking, blood dripping down your face mixing with the tears that were also falling. there was broken glass next to you, a shattered frame. he ran faster than his feet could take him, stumbling before he landed on the ground next to you.
~ startled, you look up through teary eyes to see the last person you’d expect to come to your rescue. bob looks at you with an expression you can’t decipher, one of concern mixed with rage. he reached gently to wipe your tears, uttering a soft, “who did this to you?”
~ "no one, just some new recruits ran by and knocked me into the wall, the picture fell down and hit me on the way. i'm fine." you said, breathily. "no, you're not or you wouldn't be crying and bleeding. let me help you." bob said, standing up and reaching his hand down to help you up. rolling your eyes, you took his hand to stand up, ignoring the fluttering in your tummy as your hand clasped his.
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Bob night Bob night Bob night aheeem
“How many drinks have you had?”
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*chants* bob night! bob night! bob night!
There were 3 things that (Y/N) loved more than anything. Her cat, her fiance Bob, and sleep. She loved sleep. And those close to her knew not to mess with her when she was tired, or about to go to sleep.
So when she awoke at 2 am to the sound of her phone ringing, she was not happy. reaching out from under the blanket, she grabbed her phone to see who dared try to reach her at an ungodly hour. Upon seeing the caller ID, she came to remember.
Oh fuck.
If Rooster was calling her at this hour tonight, something must've happened.
"Hello? 'S the matter Rooster?" She mumbled, voice full of sleep and concern.
"Hey, (Y/N)? Look, I know how much you hate being bothered during the night, and I'm really sorry, but none of us can get him to move." Bradley said with a sigh.
"The fuck are you talking about? What do you mean you can't get him to move?" (Y/N) questioned.
"Well, we're trying to call the uber to take us home, and uh, we might have let Bob drink too much. He's refusing to get off the curb unless you come get him. He punched Hangman in the balls and said he's not getting into a lady's car unless it's yours."
Bradley could hear (Y/N) groan and mumble something under her breath. Then he heard a little bit of rustling before she spoke. "He's lucky I love him. I'll see you soon, can you airdrop me your location?"
Rooster chuckled, "Copy that, Missus. Sorry again."
"Don't apologize for my fiance's drunk simping, Roo."
About 15 minutes later, a bleary eyed Bob was having a heated argument with what he thought was Hangman, who had since been picked up, before he was torn from the conversation by a yawning Rooster.
"Hey, Bobby boy. Ride's here." Bradley told him with a light forehead slap.
"Wha?" Bob replied, before coming face to face with his fiancee.
"Jesus, Bobby. How many drinks have you had?" (Y/N) giggled, trying to hold up Bob as he stumbled into her arms.
"I don't know baby, but boy, I had such a great night. I know it was a bachelor party but I wish you were here, honey, and they tried to get me to go in some lady's car and I said I won't do that I'm only loyal to one person and she's waiting for me at home, my best girl, and now you're here!" Bob rambled, as (Y/N) and Rooster helped him get into the car.
"Thanks again for calling me, Bradley. I'm sorry he's such a dope."
"No problem at all, (Y/N). He loves you a lot, you know. I'm glad guys are getting hitched." He replied with a smile.
"Yeah, I love him too I guess." She joked, "You need a ride?" Nah, I'm only a block away. See you later, kid."
As she climbed back into her car, Bob was going off on a tangent about something she couldn't quite understand.
"I love you so much, you know that (Y/N)?" He said much clearer, his hand reaching over to grab her free one.
"I know, baby, I love you too. You tired?" She said, glancing over at him.
He was unable to answer, as he had fallen asleep just as fast as she had asked the question.
bob night!
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