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Sweetie; part 1
Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie”
18+ minors please do not interact :)
(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)
Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!
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I pull my “uniform” out of my employee locker and slam the door to get it to shut. I sigh, this is what I get for picking up extra shifts, 8am private tours of Elite Naval Aviators. I really hope they aren’t a group of cocky old men ready to call me condescending names. I slide my thin vest over my clothes. Of course, I’d choose a pale blue tank top to go under a white crochet swimsuit cover. I was just glad I chose jeans today instead of a skirt, I didn't need more harassment than I already got. I button the vest at my stomach and pick my coffee up off the break room table. My early morning pick me up definitely helped make this shift more livable. I set it back down and make my way through the door leading to the hangar.
I can see the aviators milling about through the glass lobby doors, luckily I spot a woman or two among them and none of them looked old enough to cat call. I walk quickly to the doors, checking my watch, 7:53am, right on time. I walk towards the doors and turn the lock.
“Hello!” I say, trying to sound cheery and awake, “Welcome to the Naval Air Museum, Hanger four; the Cold War.”
The group gathers around and a few of them smile at me and one man with glasses gives a shy wave. I feel an abnormal heat spread at the back of my neck. I knew I was touring Aviators today but I didn't expect so many of them to be attractive. Actually all of them were attractive.
I force a smile, “Here at the museum all of the employees go by callsigns, mine is Sweetie and I'll be your guide today.” A few of the group chuckle and my neck heats up from the attention. “I’ll be taking you around and showing you planes from each decade of the cold war. Feel free to ask me questions at any time and I will try my best to answer them. If you have further questions, you can always scan the QR codes on the displays for more information.”
Reciting the memorized script eased my nerves. I asked the group to follow me and I made my way through the tour, stopping at key planes to describe their uses or pilots or any of the many, many boring details of their reason for being in a museum. I saw a few of the group yawn on occasion and some had stopped to read other planes' descriptions. There was one person who kept their eyes trained on me, the same man who had waved at me in the lobby. He was tall and lean with wavy dirty blond hair. He wore thin gold glasses that suited his face. He wore a vintage t-shirt tucked into well fitted jeans. He had a worn blue carhartt jacket and he looked absolutely stunning.
I stumbled over my monologue about the F-15 and he smiled at me and gave an encouraging nod. I feel my face turn red at his attention. I'm about to finish my tour when I spot a woman walking between the exhibits, drink in hand and two kids running ahead of her, one with a tablet and the other with a bag of chips as big as their head.
“Excuse me ma’am, this section of the museum is closed for a private tour until nine.” I say politely. She turns quickly on her heel and looks me up and down. My stomach drops, one of those huh.
“I paid to be here,” she looks at my name tag and scoffs, “Sweetie.”
I smile with my teeth gritted and try to remain courteous, “Im sure you did ma’am but there was a sign posted out front saying this section is closed. We have plenty of other wonderful hangars open to the public.”
She rolls her eyes and places a hand on her hip defiantly, “Don’t ma’am me young lady. I will go wherever I please as long as I’m a paying customer.”
Her grating voice attracts the attention of the pilots, a few start to move in closer to see what the commotion is. “Ma’a- Miss, I’m sorry this tour is a special request from-” I start.
“I don’t care who's ‘special request it was’, I've been sitting in the car with those two,” she gestures to her two kids running between the planes, “for five hours. So I’d like to enjoy the museum that I paid to see.”
I open my mouth to say something else, getting frustrated, when I hear the door to my left slam open. I hear a voice echo through the hangar, “I know someone is not yelling at my employee at eight in the fucking morning.” It's my manager, Dynamite.
“Oh, Dynamite you’re-” I start before she holds her hand up to me. I stand there shocked as Dynamite lays into the woman escorting him towards the door. I see one of the pilots, the muscular blond one, lean over to his friend and murmur, “That's hot.”
Dynamite, returns to the group and smiles professionally, “Sorry about that y’all. I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour with our Sweetie here.” She gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder, “If anyone has any questions at all let me know, I’ll be over here figuring out paperwork at the side desk.” She points to a desk with the sign “Need help?” hanging off it., before making her way over, quickly tailed by the murmuring blond.
“Sorry about the interruption folks. We have mostly concluded our tour. If you'd like to walk around we still have about fifteen minutes left.I’ll be over by the info desk if you have any more questions.” I smile at the group and make my way over to the info desk. I began to organize the leaflets that the Karens kids had strung everywhere. I’m so focused on my work that I don’t notice the bespectacled man approach. He cleared his throat soft and I jumped, almost dropping the papers I was holding.
“Hey there,” he says quietly.
My face warms and I smile at him, “Hi, did you have any questions?”
He scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, “Um yea could you tell me about,” he pauses and looks around the planes, “could you tell me more about the F-15?” His cheeks are flush red and so do mine.
“Of course,” I say and lead him back to the plane. “The F-15 here has a wingspan of about 42 feet and ten inches, she runs on two electric turbofan engines, as well as being the first plane to have radar.”
I try to sound excited but I’m slowly running out of facts, I only memorized a few per plane. The tall man trains his eyes on the plane and then looks back at me and asks, “Do you know how fast it can go?”
“Uhh,” I say, “I’m sorry I don’t. I could ask Dyna if you'd like.” I’m a little disappointed that I don't have a reason to keep talking to him.
“Oh,” he smiles down at the floor, “Its top speed is Mach 2.5. I just thought I might as well figure out a reason to talk to you.” I’m a little surprised. His face is red as a beet and adjusts his glasses.
I feel my face heat up and my eyes widen, “To me?”
He chuckles, “Well yea Sweetie, I really enjoyed the tour.”
“I see,” I fiddle with my sleeve and shuffle my feet, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Most people get pretty bored but there are a few interesting parts.”
“Well I think we just had a really good guide. I’m Bob Floyd by the way,” he extends his hand to me.
I take it and ask,” No call sign?”
He smiles at me, “No, just Bob.”
“Are you a pilot?” I ask, trying to find some reason to keep him talking to me.
He chuckles and rubs his neck, “No, weapons systems. I back seat for Pheonix over there,” he gestures toward a woman with dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. “She flies, I just drop the bombs.”
My mind goes blank trying to think of something else to say, but Bob speaks up before I come up with something embarrassing, “Would you like to show me around again?” I look at him a little surprised and nod making my way around the plane.
“I’m sorry I can't tell you much more about them. Usually people aren’t too interested in asking me questions after the tour.” I smile at him as we walk.
He blushes a bit, “I’ve actually studied most of these. Kinda a hobby of mine.”
“Oh,” I frown at the ground a little, “then why did you want to walk around again?”
He blushes and looks down at the floor, “I thought it was obvious.” he glances at me, “I wanted to walk with you.”
My face turns red and I touch my cheeks, “I see,” I look down at my feet and then back up a Bob. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and his face and ears are dusted pink.
“Well,” I came to a stop and turned toward him, he did the same, “If you wanted to walk with me, I get off at four.” I look up at his surprised expression before he breaks into a grin.
“Really?” he asks, I nod my head. “That sounds like you're asking me on a date,” he gives me a crooked smile.
“Would you like to meet me back here at four then?” I question, “I don’t think I'll need to change,” I say and look down at myself.
“No,” he says suddenly, “uh, no, I mean you look perfect just like that.”
I smile, “Bobby? Are you hitting on me?” My hand goes up to play with one of my necklaces, his eyes follows the movement. A smile tilts his lips again, and his eyes quickly flit down to my body to my shoes and back up, before meeting my eyes again.
“Would you like me not to?” he says softly, “It’s going to be difficult.”
I choke at the boldness of his words. The shy, blushing man had disappeared and this flirty sailor had appeared in his place. Before I can respond he takes a half step closer and I don't want to back away from him. He smiles down at me, his eyes slightly lidded. “After we take a walk, I could take you to dinner.” his smirk gets bigger, “But I have to tell you.” He cranes his neck down to look me in the face, I inhale sharply at his expression.
“I let very few people call me Bobby,” he looks like a starved animal that just found his next meal. He winks, one side of his lip following and a sharp, short click comes from his tongue.
Then he stands straight and steps back, “I’ll see you at four then right Sweetie?” His smile could sweeten tea. At a loss for words I slowly not my head yes.
“I’ll pick you up then,” he says scratching the back of his neck and takes two goofy steps backward knocking into a sign reading ‘No Outside Food or Drink’. I giggle at him and he looks up at me and joins in. He gives an awkward half-salute-half-wave before turning to meet the woman he had named as Phoenix earlier.
When I stop giggling the reality of what just happened sunk in and a heat spread from the back of my neck and around my face. I hurry towards the break room glancing over at Dyna who is still talking to the Blond man who had followed her over.
I bust through the door and open my locker, then shut it. I open it again, glance at the shelves and my bag hanging on a hook and then shut the door again. I lean my back against the door. What the hell was that?
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AN; Hey look at me writing away, part. 2 coming up... sometime. :)
-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3
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Masterlist
Contains:
Smut 🔥
Fluff 🥰
Angst💙
Arvin Russel
Long time ago 💙🥰
Bash
Forbidden pt 1 🥰
Forbidden pt 2 🥰
Forbidden pt 3 🥰
Forbidden pt 4 🥰
Bobby Floyd
Throw it out 🔥
Young love pt. 1 🥰
Young love pt. 2🔥
Bobby Nash
Four times... 🔥🥰
Surprise 🔥💙
While you were sleeping 🥰
Virtue 🔥🥰
Bucky Barnes
Wild Child
Castiel
Own room 🥰
Walking and rain 🥰
I dunnoooo 🥰
Dean Winchester
Parents 🥰
Past mistakes🥰
Another?🥰
Fuck Buddies🥰
Homesick 💙🥰
Homesick pt 2 💙🥰
Spiders🥰
I can’t 🥰
Dean Winchester broke my heart?🥰
Gabriel
Sweet taste 🥰
Late 🥰
Blurb 🥰
George Weasley
How is everyone okay with this? 🥰
Best friends 🥰
Best friends pt 2 🥰
Issues lol 🥰
Wedding dress shopping 🥰
Next steps 🥰
Yule ball dates 🥰
Green? 🥰
Blurb 🥰
New Perfume 🥰
Dragons 🥰
Harry Styles
Old feelings 🥰
Harvey Specter
Dinner Secrecy 🔥
Hangman
This might be the summer heat masterlist 🔥
JJ Maybank
JJ Maybank no title🥰
JJ Maybank no title pt 2🥰
Lucifer Morningstar
Do you believe? 🥰
Newt Scamander
Come with me to paris 🥰
Remus Lupin
Get on 🥰
Summer Fling 🥰
Stiles Stilinksi
Snow 🥰
My Point🥰
Rafe Cameron
Lost the bet🔥
#arvin russel#bash#bobby nash#bobby floyd#jj maybank#Remus Lupin#lucifer#newt scamander#stiles stilinski#hangman#Harvey Specter#Harry Styles#george weasley#gabriel#dean winchester#castiel#Bucky Barnes#rafe cameron
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working on day 1 of kinktober
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where there's smoke, there's fire 👨🚒 🔥 | (a firefighter au)
#tgmedit#bob floyd imagine#robert bob floyd imagine#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#top gun: maverick#lewis pullman#*myedit#*mymoodboard#i woke up thinking of firefighter!bobby so here you go
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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS 
It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!
The fact is I had more tags to share 😭
-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.
-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.
^^Ofmd
-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.
^^Top gun!
-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.
^^Marvel
-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.
^^DC
-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.
^^Marvel
-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.
^^DC
-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.
^^Marvel
-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.
^^Rob Zombie movie 31
-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.
^^Actor
-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.
^^Marvel
-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.
^^The Boys
-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.
^^YOU
-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.
^^Bridgeton
-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.
^^Bridgeton
-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.
^^Author/ Me
-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.
^^RD2
-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.
^^Sally Face
-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.
^^Ted Lasso
-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.
^^SPN
-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.
^^Author/Me
-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.
^^Slashers
-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.
^^Slashers
-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.
^^Ted Lasso
-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.
^^DC
-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.
^^Peaky blinders
-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.
^^Marvel
-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.
^^Marvel
-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.
^^Marvel
-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.
^^9-1-1
-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.
^^Marvel
-Dying your hair with mark.
^^Author/Me
-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.
^^Author/Me
-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.
^^Bones and All
-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.
^^Call me by your name
-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.
^^Greys anatomy 
-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.
^^Euphoria
-Being a father figure to Rue.
^^Euphoria
-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.
^^Euphoria
-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.
^^Stranger things
THE END
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CSI: Bobby
forensic scientist!robert 'bob' floyd
i can kill you in 70 different ways and not leave a single trace of evidence behind
bob floyd had always been fascinated by science. it was the art of discovery and learning. he loved all branches of the subject, but chemistry and physics were his favorites
one was based in learning how things worked in the world. how things reacted to each other, with each other. and what they were composed of and how to break them down. the other was based on learning how the world worked on things. how those things reacted to the circumstances and conditions around them.
biology snuck in at third place later when he got to ninth grade.
and the human body was such a complex yet simple thing. a near perfect combination of his two loves.
and then later his sophomore year of high school he went on a field trip to the local crime lab when his science class was doing a unit on DNA.
and that is when he found his true love.
forensics
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and thank you to @desert-fern for giving me this idea! 💜
#vinny's moodboard multiverse#vinny creates#week 9#week nine#robert floyd#robert bob floyd#bob floyd#forensic scientist!robert bob floyd#csi: bobby#csi au#AU#top gun maverick#top gun maverick moodboard#bob floyd moodboard#lewis pullman#sarahsmi13s
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Do you see Poppy Playtime?, do you see DogDay and CatNap?, and the rest of the Smiling Critters?
ok keep that idea, and apply it to Brozone (only no one is dead of course)
John Dory is CatNap (because of his delusion of perfection)
Bruce is Kickinchicken or Picky Piggy
Clay is Bubba Bubbaphant
Floyd is Bobby Bearhug
Branch is DogDay
Viva es Hoppy Hopscotch
Poppy Craftycorn
It's just an idea but I'll leave it here
#trolls#trolls band together#brozone#trolls brozone#trolls branch#trolls john dory#trolls bruce#trolls clay#trolls floyd#trolls poppy#trolls viva#poppy playtime#smiling critters#dogday#catnap#hoppy hopscotch#craftycorn#bobby bearhug#bubba bubbaphant#picky piggy#kickinchicken
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*cough* pegging mafia bobby though, that's gonna be interesting
"yeah, just like that," Bob grunts through grit teeth, fingers sunk into the plush mattress below him. he bites his lips hard, eyes screwed shut as you can't your hips forward at a bruising pace. "fuck, doll, givin' it to me so fuckin' good. oh, baby."
"still tryin' to boss me around?" you pant, a tired but exhilarated smile tugging on your painted lips. "what makes you think you can make me do jack-shit right now? huh, baby?"
he groans at your words--Christ, you know just what to say to him. his neglected cock is dripping pearlescent drops of pre-cum onto the expensive sheets, the tip red and swollen.
his knees are aching from being in this position for the last half hour--not that he's complaining at all. sure, his knees are aching, but everything else feels fucking perfect. your delicate hands gripping the bend of his hips, fresh manicure puncturing the skin there. the strap on, a smaller and sleek thing that's only been used a handful of times, is hitting a spot inside of him that's making his thighs quiver. the rapture he's in right now is totally overwhelming all of his sense--so much so that he can hardly do anything at all except sit there and take it.
"fuck," Bob groans, shaking his head. you're still thrusting into him at that dizzying pace, the one that legitimately has stars dotting his vision. "fuck, doll."
he knows he's in no position to spout off anymore--you're already pissed at him for missing dinner, for leaving you hanging. in fact, you're still in your heels right now--unwilling to take them off. that dress he wanted to tear off of you is now on the floor, but it wasn't ripped off by him. no, no--you made him sit on the end of the bed on his hands as you slowly undid every single button, keeping your pouty eyes on his, before you told him that you were going to be fucking him nice and good tonight.
this is the first time that Bob has really given you total and complete control. sure, here and there you've gently grazed the sensitive area when blowing him or teased it with a playful tongue--but this, you fucking him, it's new.
and you fucking love it. the strap is delivering fantastic friction to your sopping cunt--not nearly enough for any real gratification, but enough that it knocks the breath out of your lungs a little bit each time.
"fuck, I--I, oh God, please, I just--I fuckin'..." Bob can't even form coherent sentences anymore. but he knows what he needs: release. and you haven't given it to him--in fact, you've withheld it from him. bringing him to the edge and then pulling him back over and over again. "doll, I--!"
"tell me what you need," you tell Bob, digging your thumbs into the tan flesh of his hips. god, he feels good beneath your hands. a shivering, sorry thing that pushes back against you to meet your every thrust. "g'on, baby. say it."
Bob immediately breaks.
"need you to touch my cock," Bob cries, head falling onto the sheets in exhaustion. "please, doll, I need it in a bad, bad way."
"yeah?" you mutter, hand drifting from his hip to the soft skin near his cock--dotted with groomed but coiled hair, ultra-sensitive. "need me here real bad?"
you let your fingers dance there, grazing all that skin that's been neglected. you're so close to his cock that tears of relief begin to stream down Bob's pink cheeks. he knows that as soon as you wrap that pretty little hand around his throbbing cock, he's gonna cum. and it's certainly fixing to be the best orgasm of his life.
"oh, you're a fuckin' angel," he says, uttering it like it's a most sacred prayer. he wants release so bad--so bad that he would literally denounce God and start worshipping you right this moment if you just let him cum. he'll worry about Hell tomorrow. "god, fucking--I love you so much, baby, please touch my cock. wanna cum for you. please, doll, please."
he's so desperate that it almost hurts when you pull away. not just your hand--everything, entirely, simultaneously. Bob, who was standing on the edge of the best orgasm of his life, is suddenly empty and reeling from the loss of contact.
"are you fuckin'--!"
reaching forward, body taut and hot, you hold onto the back of his neck and press a few kisses there, reaching around with your free hand to languidly stroke his cock a few times. he's suddenly back on the edge, dizzy from overstimulation and under-stimulation, gasping when you suddenly nudge him over and make him cum; all while holding his throat and kissing his ruddy cheeks.
he cries out your name as he cums, entire body quivering and tensing, fingers cracking as he tightens his grip on the sheets. and you work him through it like the good little doll you are, nibbling his earlobe, tonguing a few of his stray tears.
"next time you think about doing your dirty work and standing me up, I want you to think about this moment," you mutter into his skin. "'cause only I can make you cum like this, baby, huh? and I can take it away just as easily."
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i would like snuggles from bob floyd, please and thank you.
#helena rants#i am going through it y'all#depression is a bitch#and i need bobby#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#robert floyd#lewis pullman#lew my beloved pls come snuggle
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omg can we talk about Bobby Bear for a minute bc that entire portion of the finale had me sobbing 😭
Like seeing as how Dot’s only 3 and blocks out most of the final ToE events as she gets older, I doubt that she really remembers Bob or the significance of Bobby Bear. Of course she’ll still have him as a teenager, but I’m just thinking of what it’s like after the events of “Dot visits Jaidyn in jail” where she learns that someone literally died to save her. I’m also thinking of how she might ask her parents to take her to visit Bob’s grave—his final resting place for the last decade at that point 🧸
ToE
{ Listen, I’m a firm believer in the ideology that kids see ghosts. My mum used to tell me that when I was a kid I’d sit on the pool step talking to myself for ages and one time when she was hanging out the washing she heard me talking and asked who I was talking to and I said Nana Leonie. Who’s my dads mum who died when he was 12 in a car accident. They had never told be about her because I was only like four/five at the time. }
And I think that’s what happens to little Dot. She’s sitting on her swing set just talking to herself. She’s got Bobby Bear sitting on the grass beside her. Minding her own business.
“Who you talkin to over there princess?” Bradley’s asking as he hangs out some of the washing that needed to be done in an emergency batch. Flightsuits and stuff.
“Bobby—“
“Bobby Bear got something to say does he?” And Dot has Bradley frozen in a flashback that he can’t get out of when she replies to him.
“He says mama has a baby on board.” And all Bradley can hear in his mind is Jake’s infectious laugh coming through the comms from when they all came back together for the uranium mission, where Jake had assumed Bob stood for baby on board.
“Did Bobby Bear say that?” He’s got a little layer of sweat across his forehead as he asks. There’s no way, right?
“No, Bob did.” Dots correcting her soon to be legal guardian. In a few short months that’s what Bradley would be. “He says hi Tooster.” And it’s just the most shocking moment for Rooster. Because he’s just standing there at the line hanging washing watching Dot talk to herself and is all of a sudden in the middle of an existential crisis about the possibility of ghosts being a legitimate thing.
“Hey Dotty.” Bradley knows it’s probably stupid to ask but if there was a chance, even just the slightest chance, he wanted Bob to know. “Can you tell Bob I’m sorry?” And Bradley watches as Dot converses with herself like she’s having a full on in-depth discussion with someone standing right next to her.
“He said he knows.” That’s when Bradley is scooping little miss Dot up and collecting Bobby Bear and barreling into the house. He’s looking for you in a panic. Anxiety attack approaching.
“Fe?” Bradley calls when you aren’t in the living room. Dots hanging upside down as Bradley holds her like a surfboard. She’s a giggling mess. “Honey you around?”
“What’s wrong?” You’re racing down the hall because the way Bradley sounded made you believe the house was on fire. “Roo—?” He looked pale, like he’d just seen a ghost. Or heard from one that was.
“You need to take a pregnancy test and Dot sees ghosts.”
“Did you hit your head on something?” It’s a genuine question to a very puzzling statement. “Bradley, hon, what happened why do you look ill?” It’s the palm against his forehead that calms Rooster down, your touch always brought him solace. He placed little Odette down who takes her Bobby Bear and makes her way into her room. She had better things to be doing than watching her dad have a full blown anxiety attack. “What happened?”
“Do you ever talk to her about Bob?” It’s a blunt question Bradley is sure he already knows the answer to. You don’t talk about Bob to anyone let alone Odette. But everyone had agreed to not bring Bob up around your little girl, incase it triggered an episode. She’d begun to block it out, her therapist had told you it was normal in childhood trauma. It was a coping mechanism.
“Not directly no.” You frowned curiously. “Why?”
“She said that Bob said that you have a baby on board and then I asked her to tell Bob I was sorry and she said he already knows!” Bradley knew he sounded crazy by the look on your face you gave him in reaction to his explanation. “I ain’t crazy baby don’t look at me like that.”
“Bradley, I love you—but there’s no such thing a ghosts.” You reply a little sharper than normal. Bradley knows why, the topic of Bob never left you feeling good. It was still a fresh wound. “I’ll take a pregnancy test in a few days if I’m late—“ You leave it at that. Rooster hangs around the threshold of Dots room just watching her play. He felt like he was going crazy.
But what made it even worse was when that pregnancy test came back positive.
“Holy shit you do have a baby on board—“ The whole experience kind of confirms that there’s some sort of life after death for Bradley, which gives him a lot of closer, brings him a lot of peace. You don’t buy into it. And Odette doesn’t seem to really stick with the whole kids see ghosts thing either because as she grows up, her imaginary friend Bob doesn’t seem to appear as much anymore. She just grows out of it much like you thought she would. Bobby Bear is just another one of her many toys and suddenly—she’s being told exactly what happened that night on Uncle Jakes front porch after going to see that monster she’d been calling her dad for months on end.
“Will you take me to see him?” Dot had spent the majority of the day with you in bed, talking about the things that you’d endured, talking about Bob and about how Bradley was just always there for the two of you. “Bob?” Odette had a new found appreciation for Bradley, her dad.
“Sure baby, you know—before Riley was born you kinda had Rooster in a frenzy thinking ghosts were real and that Bob wasn’t just some imaginary friend of yours.” You could remember it like it was yesterday, how pale and scared out of his fucking kind Bradley had really been that day. He was convinced Bob was about to have him staring in something right out of the conjuring.
“How?” Dots asking, she just wanted to keep the conversation going. She wanted to know everything, no detail left out or stone unturned. If she couldn’t get it from you she now knew who to go to. Uncle Jake.
“You used to say a lot of weird things, just things only Bob would know— Or you somehow knew things we’d never told you about.”
“You don’t believe in ghost mum?” You shook your head with a firm No and a tight smile.
“I don’t believe that a man who was ground in mathematics and science and probability theory would ever be a ghost, no.” You just didn’t believe it was in Bobs inherit nature.
So the next day, you and Bradley took Odette up to Bobs grave. She’d never been there before. You’d never taken her purely to keep the memories at bay for her. All you ever did say in and day out as a mother was protect your kids.
“How’s it hangin’ Floyd?” Bradley clapped as he picked up some of the dead flowers Natasha had last left. He knew it was her because there was a beer bottle sitting next to the bouquet. The beer Bob never got to give Rhett. It became a tradition every-time Rhett was in North Island, the two would go up and see Bob for a while. “Brought you a visitor man, little Dotty got big didn’t she?”
“Does he do this a lot?” Dots asking as she walks with you up to Bobs headstone. Her hand couldn’t have been tighter in yours if she wanted it to be. Bradley Bradshaw had lost a lot of good people in his life, the idea they weren’t inherently gone for good helped him process that loss.
“Yeah, you should see him at your grandparents graves—it’s heartbreaking.” It’s a little overwhelming for the teenager who was only just now learning about the events you’d kept a secret from her. The fact someone had died trying to protect you, protect her made her stomach churn.
“I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”
“That feeling never goes away.” You held your daughter close as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you everything sooner sweetheart.”
“Bobby Bear?” Dot sobbed as she pulled away and wiped her tears. “That was Bob wasn’t it?”
“Uncle Rhett has one too.” Bradley confirmed as if it had been a massive secret that no one ever spoke about. “He was the one who gave it to you.”
“And we all have the same pair of glasses tattooed.” You showed your daughter the faded outline of the pair of aviators you had on your finger. It really needed to be redone. “Your father has his on his wrist.” Dot already knew about the tattoos you both had, she just didn’t know the symbolism behind them.
“Jake has his on his ass—“ The three of you laugh just as the wind picks up around you, Bradley’s convinced it’s Bob laughing too. You just think it’s been windy all damn day.
It’s not till a few weeks later when Rhett’s in town for parent teacher interviews with Phoenix and the twins does he learn that Odette knows about Bob. She tells him point blank when he’s over for dinner catching up with Jake and Amilia.
“Where do you keep your bear Uncle Rhett?”
“What the hell do I keep my what now?” Rhett’s frowning curiously until Dot hands him the tattered old bear that had been threw her entire childhood. Her favourite teddy bear. Bobby Bear.
“Jake told me everything that happened—“ She didn’t have the heart to tell him why, she couldn’t tell her Uncle Rhett she went to see the man who killed his brother. “Mum told me all about him, Bob that is.” Rhett doesn’t know what to say, he knew this day would come. He just wasn’t expecting it to be today.
“C’mere kid.” Rhett’s heading back into the house, he makes his way to the spare room as Dot follows and opened his suitcase. Right at the top is the same identical bear. Just a little less beat up. “He comes everywhere with me.”
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#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw top gun#bradley 'rooster' bradshaw#bobby bear#Bob floyd#robert ‘bob’ floyd
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do yall just ever
#lewis pullman#greg hirsch#charles leclerc#scott eastwood#bobby moch#robert bob floyd#callum turner#nicholas hoult#nicholas braun#checo perez#max verstappen#lando norris#oscar piastri#pato o'ward#ryan bergara#shane madej#i love dilfs#i love old men#they’re so hot#they’re so silly#they’re so cute#logan sargeant#enzo vogrincic#jack mulhern#esteban kukuriczka#matías recalt#diego vegezzi#rafael federman#francisco romero#jensen ackles
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In another life, you still would've turned my head even if wе'd met
On a crowded street in 1944
And you werе headed off to fight in the war
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right
And you would've been fine
We would have been timeless
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine
We would've been timeless
Bobby & Peach // Letters to My Love 💌
#taylor swift actually wrote this song for bobby and peach#letters to my love 💌#bob & peach#bob floyd x reader#bradshawsbaby mood board
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax 🐉 ✨ | ("Bob plays Dungeons and Dragons" requested by @roosterforme!)
#tgmedit#bob floyd imagine#robert bob floyd imagine#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#top gun: maverick#lewis pullman#*myedit#*mymoodboard#talk nerdy to me bobby boy#(also i know nothing about d&d does it show?)
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Bobby calling you bunny in front of everyone is a normal occurrence. It’s a sweet pet name
Until one day at the Hard Deck when Jake, with his arms crossed over his chest, head leaning to mutter into Bob’s ear, their attention solely fixed on you, bent over the pool table in front of them.
“She fuck like a bunny too, Floyd?”
“You wanna find out?” Bob snaps back, raising one eyebrow at his fellow pilot, Jake huffs in response, smile widening as he looks at Bob
“Do I really need to answer that?”
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hey vinny! wanna write bob + "you're more than. a one night stand"? 👀👀
um of course i do!!! ❤❤
pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x bartender!reader
warning: elusions to sex, insecurities and self doubt, admittedly a little fluffier than intended
word count: ~1.6k
prompt: "you're more than a one night stand"
The one thing you didn’t expect when you woke up were the arms wrapped around your naked waist. But in your groggy state you didn’t panic or become confused, you simply snuggled back into the warm chest.
It wasn’t until the breath fanned across the back of your neck did you panic internally.
But you looked down and saw the familiar forearms that led to familiar hands; the left one accented by the Navy issued watch on its wrist.
Being a bartender, you saw a lot of forearms and a lot of hands. Most of the time you recognized the order by the hand on the bar, which came in handy on busy nights – no pun intended.
Which is why you knew whose arms were wrapped around you. The order attached to these hands was a cup of peanuts and a glass of sweet tea or water.
Yup, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was in your bed.
You closed your eyes and sighed. This is not what you intended to happen.
Yeah, you have feelings for Bob. Have for a while now. But now that you’ve slept with him, you were worried that things would never go back to the way they were. Because they never do with you.
You decided that you should get up and shower, save yourself the heartbreak of watching or feeling him leave by hiding in your bathroom.
Sighing again, you pushed back the covers and carefully tried to get out of his arms.
Behind you though, Bob grumbled sleepily and pulled you closer, his large hand squeezing your waist gently. You bit your lip, memories of what led you here flashing in your mind.
“Bob, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” you whispered, hoping that he’d loosen his hold and just go back to sleep.
And he did, but he grumbled about it first before kissing your bare shoulder.
A heat spread across your face as your stomach fluttered. That wasn’t ideal. Because it doesn’t matter how you tried to rationalize the act. Oh, he’s groggy and asleep, he doesn’t know he did that. or He’s just dreaming. Doesn’t matter, your heart is thrumming because he did it.
You shook it off and carefully wriggled your body out of the puzzle slot it felt so safe in.
Your feet hit the ground and you were cold immediately, missing the warmth of the aviator now on his stomach in the middle of your bed. You get up and grab up your sweatshirt and panties from the floor, looking at the strewn clothes that show the haste you and Bob were in to get into your bed last night.
Moving around the room, you picked up your jeans and tank top from the floor, tossing them in your basket before turning to the other clothes on the floor. Then, you picked up Bob’s clothes from the floor and folded them.
First, his blue jeans that had lighter spots on the thighs where they’ve been worn down from either wearing them often or his little tic where he rubs his palms on his jeans. You can remember the feeling of the denim between your thighs as he pressed you into the mattress, hand cradling the side of your face and the watchband scratching your jaw gently. You bit your lip as you put them on your chest of drawers.
His shirt was next, the simple yellow fabric that made his eyes that much bluer. His cologne was still present on the collar, the cedar and cardamom making your head dizzy in the best way. The shirt was soft and thin against your fingertip, just like it was when it was bunched in your hands last night when Bob had you pinned against the wall with one large hand braced next to your head and the other rubbing you through your jeans.
After putting the shirt on top of the jeans you picked up his boxers.
“How can a cock that big fit in these?” You mumbled to yourself, remembering the weight of him in your hand when you palmed him through the fabric in your hands.
Shaking your head with a light, slightly sad, chuckle, you put the boxers down and grabbed some clothes to take to the bathroom.
Bob took a deep breath as he woke up, inhaling the peach scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the pillow he was face down in.
He rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand to get his glasses.
Putting them on, he sighed contently as he draped an arm over his torso.
He smiled, remembering the entire night. From inviting you to the bonfire after his third cup of peanuts to the innocent swipe of s’more off your lip and then the taste of s’more when he took the chance and kissed you goodbye in the parking lot.
He knew that he’d want to step back, take you out on a proper date and show you that this wasn’t a one time thing to him – with hope that you felt the same.
The amount of times he’d dreamt of being so intimate with you, it never would have prepared him for the real thing.
Every thrust, every kiss, every touch – sent electricity through him. Even this morning when he woke up with you in his arms, it was just this feeling of calm. It was a feeling of comfort and love.
Every moan, every pant, every grunt – was music to his ears. Much clearer than in his dreams. He could actually feel the moans vibrating your chest and throat, the breathy pants against his neck and ear.
He got to watch your face as he felt you squeeze around him, your thighs trembling against his hips. Looking like a literal dream underneath him.
Bob knew he loved you the moment you welcomed him back with open arms after the mission. Telling him all of his peanut cups and sweet tea were on you. And then when you organized a party for him for his birthday, he knew that you were it for him.
So, as he gets up and gets dressed, he’s crossing his fingers that you feel the same way.
You sighed as you left the bathroom, your hair still wrapped in the thin towel as you went to your room to grab your laundry basket.
Your bedroom door is closed so you have no idea if he had already left or not. And you hated the disappointment you felt when you opened the door to see your bed empty.
Still, you gathered your basket and went to your laundry room.
As you went past your entryway, you looked up at your door to make sure it was locked. And once you confirmed Bob had locked up before he left, you sighed again and looked at the floor.
Your brow furrowed and you looked back up.
Yup, that’s what you thought. Bob’s boots and his damned black Carrhart zip up hoodie in your entryway.
That’s when you smelled the coffee and heard Bob moving around in your kitchen.
You immediately put the hamper down, toss your hair towel in it, and go to the kitchen.
“Robby?”
“Good morning Peaches,” he smiled at you effortlessly as he poured two cups of coffee. “How was your shower?”
You blinked, your brain having to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. “Oh, um, yeah… yeah it was good.”
He smiled and fixed your coffee just the way you liked it. “Here you go.”
You smiled and took the warm mug in your hands, “Thank you…” You took a sip and swallowed it before looking at Bob, “Um what-what are you doing here?”
Bob looked at you, trying not to let the hurt show on his face. His brain immediately going to the self-doubting and the fear that he had read you all wrong. “I-I just thought that we-we could have breakfast, may-maybe spend the day together?”
You furrowed your brow, “You-you wanna hang out?”
He nodded, “Yeah-yeah…” He sat his mug down and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “B-but if you want me to go, I will. If this is a one time thing, just a one night stand. I get that. But I don’t think things will ever-”
In the midst of his rant you walked around the island and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands fisting in the soft yellow t-shirt.
Once Bob shook off the shock, he was threading his fingers into your wet hair and gripping your hip with his free hand. You tilted your head into his hand and deepened the kiss as he walked you back and then pinned you to the fridge door. One of your hands gripped his hip to pull him impossibly closer.
Your lips moved together in sync, not worrying about oxygen as you practically breathed in each other.
But when you both started to feel dizzy, you separated with a ‘pop’.
He rested his forehead on yours as you cupped his cheek. “Not that I’m complaining… but what was that for?”
“To shut you up…” You giggled, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his flushed cheek bone. You take a few more breaths before looking up into his cerulean blue eyes, “I wasn’t sure how you felt before… I figured you would have just left while I was in the shower. Considering most one night stands end like that…”
He shook his head, “You are more than a one night stand to me.” He chuckled, “I’ve always wanted to be with you, from the moment I met you… that’s what I’ve wanted… what I’ve needed, Y/N…”
You huffed out a small laugh, “I need that too. I need you, Robby…”
“Sooo, that’s a yes?”
“Yes, Bob, it’s a yes.”
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Cast of the TV series Petticoat Junction, September 1963. Front row left to right: Linda Henning, Edgar Buchanan, Bea Benaderet, Lori Saunders. Back row: Rufus Davis, Jeannine Riley, Smiley Burnette. And Higgins the dog.
#vintage#1960s#sitcom#The Shady Rest Hotel#Betty Jo#Kate Bradley#Bobbie Jo#Billie Jo#Uncle Joe#Floyd Smoot#Charley Pratt#the Hooterville Cannonball#steam train#C & FW Railroad
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