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CHICAGO P.D. 6.15, "Good Men" (2019)

i <3 flustered bob

a/n: i've developed this top gun obsession and i decided i have a crush on bob. so naturally, i wrote this with bob floyd in mind. like imagine how red and wide-eyed this baby would go. this was very self-indulgent. got me drooling and giggling like a menace fr :D hope you enjoy!! ik it's nowhere near marauder stuff but i do what i want <3 :(

warnings: mentions of smut, tattoos, horny bob lmao, gn!reader, not edited!!

"hey bobby, i'm going to the shops in a bit. do you wanna go with me?" you ask as you dig for a shirt in your wardrobe. bob trails behind you into your shared bedroom. his eyes widen as he sees you getting undressed, mouth gaping.

"uh- um, yeah. yeah, okay." he tries to avert his gaze but all attempts fail when the tattoo running down the length of your back catches his attention. the dark ink and its beautiful swirls and shadows between your shoulder blades make his mouth run dry. immediately, his mind leads him to dark thoughts and dirty memories of what the two of you do together. he stares at the dip that runs down the centre of your back and recalls the image of your chest pressed flat to the mattress and your gorgeous tattoo on display just for him. he knows the moans you let out as he fucks you all too well.

bob licks his lips and tries to even his breathing as he feels his jeans begin tighten around his crotch. he closes his eyes as if to calm himself down but the image of your naked back as he takes you from behind is tattooed on the back of his eyelids. with a mind of its own, his hand snakes down to cup his crotch through his jeans. no no no he shouldn't.

"bobby baby?" you call out. "bob are you listening to me?"

the sound of his name draws him away from his thoughts. his head whips up to catch you giving him a knowing look. he gapes like a fish at first, "huh? oh, yeah i'm listening sweetheart." the way you're looking at him makes him feel like he's melting inside, and an easy smile takes hold of his lips.

"really?" you both knew he was lying. "what were you thinking about, bobby?"

his eyes waver. he can't admit to you that he was having such dirty thoughts about you at 2pm on a tuesday. let alone that the sight of your naked back got him so flustered, it's pathetic.

he meets your eyes one more time, "i like your tattoo"

"oh, yeah?"

"mhm," he nodded like an eager puppy.

"good, because it's all for you anyway," you smirked and tilted your head. giving him a teasing look as his struggled to hold eye contact with you. and the laugh you let out made him shake his head as his ears warmed. you loved making him flustered, it wasn't an easy feat. bob was always ready with a quick remark to send you to embarrassment and submission. but for once you were able to override the dominating power he had over you. god it felt good to turn him into a flustered mess choking on their words.

your smirk broke into a wide, adoring smile, "c'mon, bobby." you moved towards him, fully dressed, and looped your arm around his. "let's get going, yeah? wanna make you a nice dinner f'tonight."

bob gave you a curt nod and fell into step with you, "whatever you want, sweetheart." looking up at him one more time as you made your way to the front door, you smiled and stroked his bicep with your thumb. he was already looking at you, but quickly averted his gaze and reached for the door handle.

Not people saying it’s psychological abuse for Penelope to be on Max’s cake or how it’s clearly bothering him when she comes up to him 💀 have you people never been loved? Have you never had a single good person in your lives?

question: how do you find your research/sources? yours and dancing disasters' icemav fics are so inside baseball i love it, but how do you go about doing research?

I just read a lot & google stuff I don't know & am curious about. not that hard to start learning. and in terms of reading I've been interested in military history & milfiction my whole life. mostly related to the US army, actually--im extremely new to naval history and naval literature; all of that interest was driven by top gun. I've also been fortunate enough to visit a lot of the places I write about--ive been to Pearl Harbor a couple times & San Diego MANY times, for instance, and I've toured a few aircraft carriers and military bases. I've also finally bitten the bullet and kinda shifted my career path towards aerospace, so I've been learning a lot just by working in the aerospace & defense sector/spending a lot of time with people who do.

that's obviously not to say that I am somehow Educated in all this stuff. im pretty open on this blog about me being young & naive & wrong much of the time about how the real world works. so, you know, a lot of shit I just Make Up according to my preconceived notions of the military & the world.

here is my recommended military/navy reading list, some fiction and some nonfiction.

someone also asked recently if I had read anything good in the last 6 months--yes!! three new additions to my reading list: a) Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk by Ben Fountain. So goddamn good. If you have to read only one novel about the Iraq War, make it this one. It's more about America than it is about Iraq. b) Redeployment by Phil Klay. This one is a collection of short stories about Marines in Iraq, written by a USMC vet, talk about inside baseball. Crazy amounts of jargon in here, basically a "to-google" list. won the national book award which idk if it deserved, but it's good. c) No true glory: A Frontline Account of the Battle of Fallujah by Bing West. currently reading this one, really well done so far, talks a lot about how fucked the US strategy was in Iraq with Fallujah serving as a metonymy/case study for the war itself.

again... this is all mostly close-quarters-combat (infantry) literature, I really am not that interested in the navy/Air Force that much outside of top gun lol

though I did recently remember that in early 2022, before I was into top gun, I read "Wingmen" by Ensan Case, which is actually a gay US naval aviator romance set in WWII published in 1979! it's really authentic and kind of sad, obviously, since it was a 1940s navy gay love story published in 1979. I don't actually think Wingmen influenced how I wrote wwgattai or how I think of TG/TGM but I just remembered that I read that book in February 2022 and going "oh my god they were wingmen" so maybe you might find that book interesting.

ive shown you guys a piece of the beginning for him, now its time i show you a piece of the end

Hollywood has this long, lumpy, green, extremely ugly couch in his living room and the fuckin' thing takes out almost half of the space and no one wants ever to sit on it, but the pilot doesn't want to dump it. He says it gives the place character. Goose says it's because Hollywood is too lazy to move that thing and Wolfman is even lazier. So the monstrosity stays there, no matter how many people offer to take it out.

The only person who finds it comfortable is Iceman, but Maverick thinks it's more an enduring male posture to assess he's the boss around and everyone else is too weak. At least until Ice doesn't only sit all night on that thing but fall asleep too, all 6' feet of him snuggling comfortably and Maverick can feel is heart beating a little faster because he's just as beautiful asleep as he's awake. And apparently he's the only one who notice that he's shivering a little, probably because of the air conditioner pointed at the couch. Or probably nobody notices because nobody's looking at him. He is going to ask for a blanket or something when Mav realises all his classmates are a getting ready to move the night to a bar and no one of them is the least worried about Ice. He does that, sometimes, he will probably sleep until morning, no need to fret over nothing Mitchell Slider say, with a foot already out of Hollywood's house while talking with Goose about something that makes his best friend really passionate, so probably Bradley.

The house is empty before Maverick can ask one of them where they're going and he finds himself alone with a sleeping and still shivering Iceman. The couch is big, okay? The couch is big, ugly, lumpy as hell but Maverick doesn't know where the blankets are, doesn't have his jacket with him and doesn't know how to turn of the air conditioner, so the next step is the logical one. He's sure of it. One hundred percent sure, he could bet his life on it and it will probably make Ice's sleep less cold and less cold mean more relaxed and a more relaxed Iceman is good for everyone right? Right. Okay. He sits near Ice's head, enough to share a little of his bodyheat but not close enough to actually touch him and he can already feel the other way relaxing a little bit, enough to be comfortable in his sleep. Mav himself is feeling the effect of the day and he's ready to take a nap, just enough sleep to be awake and a little more present to drive his bike home and sleep in his own bed. But Iceman couldn't be Iceman if he didn't spend all his time royally fucking all Mav's good intentions, this time fast enough that he finds himself cuddling him without even realising. Or maybe he does realise but again, he's tired and the beer is comfortably warming his stomach and he's hugging Iceman against his chest, dreaming of flying on the fastest plane every built and to win every competition he is in.

The next morning, because apparently his nap got to be a seven hours long night of sleep, Ice is still against his chest, but this time is his face against Maverick's chest and not his back. Iceman who is very awake and looking at him with a strange soft expression he never saw on his face before. He doesn't know who tries to close the distance between their faces before the other but it's only an almost kiss because Wolfman quite literally screams from the kitchen the coffee is ready if you two love bird don't want Jester to kick your asses seven ways to Sunday you have to get up!

I'm going to kill him is what Maverick says while Ice laughs against is neck, and even if they didn't kiss it's nice, he likes this. We should go on a date and then find someplace more comfortable to sleep on Ice says, or asks?, getting up. Maverick is smiling back and yeah, yeah we should.

(They're late in class and Jester is pissed. The four of them, Goose and Slider too, has to run around the base for an hour but Maverick doesn't think much of it, not when Ice smiles at him, promising to meet him at 8 pm in front of the new restaurant in town.)

Now cross-post on ao3 too.

I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that

I feel bad for the people on my private story

Nothing makes me want to write more for a fandom than this

alright i’m finally calling it. filtering call of duty and soapghost from my dash lmao

cymav thoughts?

i Have given it a lot of thought over the last six months bc multiple people have asked and I really don’t have any cymav thoughts unfortunately

from where i sit they have no chemistry and they’re each in their 50s when they canonically meet so there’s no real incentive to get together

cyclone is like ice (annoying version) on steroids. the scene that for me defines the cymav relationship is the scene after ice’s funeral when cyclone a.) kicks mav out of the fucking navy and ends his career after mav just got kicked in the teeth by ice’s death (not endearing or attractive) and b.) scraps Maverick’s mission parameters and recreates them in a way that is technically safer but definitely more likely to get all of the aviators killed, maybe just to cover his own ass—he and maverick think so differently about tactics and strategy that they are diametrically opposed in a way i think is fundamentally incompatible. I don’t think they would ever be friends let alone sexually or romantically involved

Lest we forget cyclone is mav’s superior & commanding officer when they meet so that’s a weird place to start as well—they are never equals in institutional power even meeting. I feel like part of why icemav works so well is because they were both snotty overconfident greenhorned lieutenants when they met/went through unspeakable levels of trauma together. Whereas with cyclone it’s not like “when we met we were both lieutenants who saved each others lives in active combat while fighting side by side for the same mission❤️” it’s “when we met he was an admiral three ranks my senior and he contemptuously ended my whole 35-year career and LITERALLY commanded me to my death from his position of relative safety and if i had died it ostensibly wouldn’t have affected him at all…❤️?”

Cyclone is like ice: he is successful in the navy because he refuses to have any daring or break the rules at all, and only digs up a hint of respect for maverick after he is repeatedly proven wrong (annoying, runs counter to mav’s whole ethos)

if they Were ever to be involved, it would have to be kind of an icemav post-original-tg-mission thing where they learn how to respect each other over a long time, because clearly there’s a lot of deep-seated disrespect for each other especially from cyclones view towards maverick. He straight up does not think mav is a worthwhile asset to the navy, a good tactician, OR capable of basically anything that is asked of him. he openly tells mav the only reason he’s still in the navy is admiral Kazansky, outwardly and rudely dismissing any prior skill or valor maverick has exhibited and earned. For Mav, someone whose ego is his most prized possession, that might be too deep an injury to bear, even if he proved cyclone wrong in the end. And after he retires, there’s nothing keeping him & cyclone in the same place to become friends, and by TGM neither seems to me like the kind of guy to ask former nemeses out to drinks if they don’t have to, so i don’t think they would

those are my wet blanket thoughts. I personally don’t see it sorry

nobody ever gets the mugshot of gluttony right. these days you think it has nothing to do with bodyweight. what a good trick: that gluttony could take a shape. no, there was never any fault in finishing a meal or in taking second helpings. it was always in taking from others that there was an issue - the oil baron's fingers steepled over dead bodies and stolen lands. gluttony - twin of greed, although most think greed and envy are the siblings - gluttony is pleased with the experience of gaining, is thrilled just-by-having. greed is the one that stays hungry, that has to move forever like a shark. gluttony likes it - "a glutton for punishment" is one who is seeking the harm, who loves the rush.

gluttony is a mother using her daughter's body for a diet testing ground, sharpening the bone angles. gluttony is saying why, well not! to the seventh and eighth mansion or yacht. it is not just wanting the six white horses, it is making sure that the horses came from your stables. it is not just bathing in milk - it is bathing in milk while others are starving.

oh, it's true that some sins still blaze in their bright floral prints. wrath in a white woman yelling at a person of color for even daring to be in her neighborhood. the red, incipient rage of a neck tightened at even the thought we would take the guns away. wrath has laurels, and she is good at her job, and works hard.

but sloth wasn't ever the sleepy morning of depression, the hours spent begging a clouded body to please move goddamn it; the protestant work ethic claiming even rest is somehow demonic. it was never chronic fatigue. sloth was subtle, a grey mist. she is watching you get bullied and she is deciding it is none of her business. she crosses the picket line because - what! it's just chicken, isn't it? she is closing her eyes and turning her head when the next anti-gay legislation passes. someone else will handle it. not the tense freeze of anxiety or a lack of preparation - she knows you're hurting and would rather you stay quiet about it. she tells other people i just don't see what the big deal is.

sloth is a father that doesn't do the dishes. sloth is your boyfriend's innocent shrug you're just better at household shit. sloth isn't the missed opportunity - it is the purposeful desire to just get-someone-else-to-do-it.

greed and envy are doing body shots in the back of a private jet. they are the way they always have been, but are lovers in the age of the internet. greed just finished union busting, is rolling a bitcoin over his knuckles, is about to start another MLM. envy is in a broadbrimmed hat, showing off her instagram life, grinning about how if you want it, work for it.

okay, it's true. you have a soft spot for lust, gathering dust in a corner. so tame in comparison to the others. but how funny lust is always painted as being a woman in tight clothes. you've met actually lustful women - the ones that purposefully climb into your partner's lap, the ones that say lesbians are gross but ask bisexual women into bed with their husbands. a lustful woman is not donned in lace and garters and red: that's how men think lust looks, painting their own sins into frame. this way, the sin displaces as fog and hovers above her: a woman in a dress is lust; what the man experiences is just the natural consequence.

here is the thing: lust is doing just fine, save your pity. lust is running more circles than any of them. lust is shutting down safe sexwork sites while also making teenagers in knee-high socks sex sensations. lust is CEO of an advertising network where women never pass 25 years old. all the bras lust makes are pretty to look at but, when worn, legitimately hurt. lust has a podcast, his fur coat looped around his shoulders, sells the idea that only certain people have value, that sex raises some and destroys others. lust is tilting his head and asking what did you expect when you dress like that? lust shuns you, sneers that everything you want is disgusting and taboo - right until he can figure out how to capitalize off of it. lust has the midas ability: everything he touches becomes an object.

people usually say wrath is the scary one. you agree with FMA here, though: the real dangerous one is pride, and the shit-eating grin. the white cloaks and the nationalism and the inability to apologize. it is every partner who threw a book at your head because you don't respect him. it is every mother who said my son doesn't deserve to have his life ruined over allegations. it is the teacher that fails you because you talked back.

you worry you have this one. you feel guilty when you need help but don't ask for it. prideful. ashamed when you complete something and feel good about it. too proud for your own good. but pride is not the reward of hard work or accomplishment: pride is a twitter feed. it is the thing that has to mask i didn't do anything with look at me.

pride is your father's raised hand, his raised voice. how he was never there when you needed him, but he is still "head of house." he ruins dinner and blames it on you: you're an embarrassment to this family. this is the glass you walk around, the cuts in your feet. how he says this isn't how i raised you and you have to bite back the retort: that's because you didn't actually fucking raise me.

Chubby!reader who thinks König is just a cubby chaser. She’s fine with it, he’s strong and a good fuck so why not? Doesn’t take it seriously until he’s on one knee or she wakes up in his basement.

Konig who sees a woman and he gets the woman. Literally - he sees you just living your life, and the next thing you know, this awkwardly big awkwardly, nervous, awkwardly awkward guy is staring at you like you're the second coming of Venus, goddess of love and beauty. You might as well be, in his eyes - because, by god, aren't you the prettiest thing he ever saw. You're cute, you're adorable, he can still pick you up and carry you around even as you trash in his hold and tell him you're too heavy to lift. Nope, he doesn't believe you - this guy can throw around adult men with full gear and heavy guns, your chubby self isn't going to be a problem! If anything, he makes a point in always carrying you around. You kinda hate it, but you still smile as he pushes you in his arms and whispers just how much he wants to touch you. This guy is an obvious chaser, but you don't mind - he gives you compliments, he kisses every inch of your body, he never shames you for doing anything, and he gets so excited when you stay the night at his place, you don't want to break his heart and be a bitch. No, seriously - he is fucking adorable and you want nothing more but to make you his. You always thought it was kind of a joke between the two of you - that he would kidnap you in his basement one day. He keeps jokingly threatening you with it, that he will just snatch you off the street one day... And he does. This is so funny - one day, you were sitting on his couch, laughing as he was simply over you as per usual, and the next thing you know - you wake up in his basement, chained to a wall in the comfiest murder room mankind had ever seen. No, seriously - you kinda like the pink pillows and snacks he stocked out for you...you don't like him looking at you like the murder puppy he is, smearing his cock all over your tummy as he ruts between your thighs and over your labia, trying his best not to fuck you before you could wake up. You knew Konig loved you - you just never knew his love for you came into a full-blown obsession, overpowering any softer tendencies and anxious actions he might have taken in the past.