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roosterforme · 9 days

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I feel like Bob would be really good at overstimulation because he's so patient. He'd have you naked and in tears, several orgasms deep before he even took his shirt off.

I'm going to pretend @attapullman sent this (but she'd never go nonny about Bob), because I wrote this little ficlet as a birthday treat in response to this sexy thought. Happy birthday, Morgan!

I Need a Minute (Bob Floyd x Reader)

contains smut, fingering, adult language, overstimulation and confident Bob

Your boyfriend was not someone to mess with. You knew that for a fact. Sure, he looked sweet and innocent in his wire rimmed glasses and unassuming shirts, but inside, he was a thinker. A planner. Someone who took all the time necessary to make a decision and formulate a plan. And in your case, he was currently working on exacting his revenge.

Anyone else would have a hard time reading it on his face, but you knew him well enough to notice the soft twitch of his lips and the subtle glances he was sending your way. It was your own fault for the way you teased him at the diner, sliding your hand up inch by inch beneath the napkin that was spread out on his lap until you got to the sweet spot. While you casually talked to all of his aviator friends, you stroked him slowly through his jeans. As you laughed with Mickey and Javy, you gave him a little squeeze just to hear his soft grunt.

When everyone started to stand up, Bob was blushing as he said, "I need a minute." And you left him high and dry, climbing out of the oversized booth and making a mad dash for Natasha's car while Bob tried to hide what you did to him.

As you traipsed across the sandy beach with everyone else, Bob finally reached for your free hand. "Why don't we spread our blanket out over here?" he asked, tugging you to a stop. "The fireworks would be starting up in just a few minutes," he added. "We should get settled in."

He seemed completely calm, so you shook out the beach blanket and curled up with him so you were sitting between his legs. "Are you comfy?" you asked him over your shoulder, and he kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile.

"Very," he promised, and you turned to face the ocean just as the first red, green and orange fireworks lit up the sky. Even though you were wearing his Naval Academy sweatshirt over your sundress, you shivered as he whispered, "I'm about to be a lot more comfortable than you."

"What?" you gasped, realizing that everyone else was sitting in front of you. There was nobody watching as Bob gently pulled your legs further apart and kissed the side of your neck. Nobody noticed a damn thing when he tugged the fabric slowly up your legs and ran his thumb along your underwear, sending you scooting back against him. "What are you doing?" you whined softly, giving yourself away.

His fingers paused on the thin strip of cotton hiding your pussy from him. "Oh. You want this, huh?" When you nodded, dazed eyes focused on the fireworks, he kissed your earlobe. "You say that now."

One long finger slipped inside the elastic band of your underwear, and you gasped his name. Bob let his digit glide slowly up and down your slit while he made casually offhand comments like, "The green fireworks are my favorite. Did you know they are made out of barium salts?" Your only response was to moan a little louder, and he didn't stop you. The loud booming sounds blocked out your whines and breathy gasps as he slipped that finger inside you, lazily fucking you with it while his thumb found you clit.

He punctuated every thrust with a little swirl of his thumb, varying the speed as he went. You tried desperately to fuck yourself on that long finger, but he held you in place with his other hand. You were playing his little game now, and you knew it would be a little while before you came.

His lips worked at your neck until you could feel a bruise forming. His teeth grazed your skin softly when you started to hiccup. You found out the hard way that the city of San Diego put on a glamorous thirty minute fireworks display for holidays, and Bob teased you for twenty-eight of them. Your breathing was so loud as he pumped his hand beneath your dress and whispered, "You want to come, don't you? You want to soak my hand even more, huh?"

"Bob!" you begged loud enough that one of the others must have heard, but Bob just kept slowing his pace until you felt tears in your eyes. Your makeup was probably a mess. Sweat broke out on your brow. But he just slowed down until he was gently tapping your pussy with his fingers.

"Ask me really nicely."

"Please, Bob!" Your voice broke on the words as he rammed two fingers deep inside you and stroked your clit with his thumb. The grand finale of fireworks blasted across the sky as you finally came, eyes closed and back arched. You didn't care who saw you like this as long as you got the relief you needed.

He kissed that tender spot behind your ear and whispered, "You're lucky I'm so nice," as you rolled your hips against the heel of his hand. And then he was slipping it back out of your panties and tugging your dress into place as everyone around you started to collect their things. When he stood up and looked down at you, he smirked as you sprawled out on your back, your limbs completely boneless. "You ready to go?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I need a minute."

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dckweed · 1 month

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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut, reader has anxiety!

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

this took quite a bit to get out huh? lol anyway send in requests for bob and sunny if you have any my loves!

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PART THREE: bagman.

Purple and pink lights covered the dark stage, following your movements as you strode across it dressed in nothing but some white strappy heels with cute little cherries on them and a lacey red lingerie set. You had opted for a short wig that night, a blunt bob and in all honesty it made you feel like a whole new person as you stared out at the slightly crowded seating area next to the stage. Rowdy men were hollering already, slapping bills down onto the black top of the stage before you had even touched the pole yet, they were loving it.

Music starts and you block out the crowd, moving your body to the beat as you do a routine you’ve been practicing in the couple of weeks you’ve been off, wanting to change up your dances for your regulars a little bit. You dance for nearly five songs, your new routine a big hit amongst the crowd and as you stride off of it, stopping to shake your ass here and there in front of who you deemed as deserving gentlemen, picking up handfuls of bills every time you did. The stage was absolutely covered in them, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled. You were fairly certain that there was enough her for you to be able to call it a night if you wanted to, you knew your boss wouldn’t mind if you went home early, he was still iffy about you coming in with a bruise still showing anyway (even though you perfectly covered it with makeup). A stage hand passes you with a big bag as you make your way off stage, the lights off as they go to clear up the money that you couldn’t grab.

You were headed to the dressing room, needing a break after 5 songs but you’re stopped by your boss, Edwin. “You looked good out there Sunny,” He says an arm popping around your shoulder as the older gentlemen lead you away from the direction you were trying to go. You lean into him head on his shoulder. “Always a crowd pleaser, you are, you were missed during you time off.”

You smile at his words, despite his hard appearance Edwin was actually a really kind man and he had taken you under his wing when you first came to town, had given you your job illegally even though you had just barely turned 21 and because of it you had grown close. If Bob hadn’t come to your aid the night that your pice of shit ex boyfriend had gone to town on you, you know that Edwin would have (even though he was in the middle of running the club) and he almost did when you called him the next day to tell him what happened.

“I know it’s your first night back, and you wanted to take it easy,” He says, stopping you in the doorway just before the main floor of the club, where patrons were milling about as the stage hands finished clearing your set. “But you seemed to have caught the attention of one of those ship boys over there by the bar,” He points towards a group of them and you purse your lips, thanking god that none of them looked like Bobby from this angle. “Requested Ivy Wild for a private dance, told him you’re the boss when it comes to that..”

You sigh at the mention of being requested by name, looking back towards the dressing room. You weren’t sure how much you made from your stage appearance yet, not until you counted it, but you knew that if you did a half hour private dance that you’d walk away with three hundred at the least..you couldn’t say no to that kind of money.

“I’ll take him, put him in room four.” You say, before turning on your heel to head towards the dressing room. “I’m gonna go freshen up real quick before I head in there.”

The room is dark when you enter, nothing but a dim blue light around the ceiling to light up the room, casting shadows across the firm leather couches and the man lounging across them. You slink your way into the room, coy smile splaying across your lips.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing..” The man says, leaning back against the couch. He spreads his legs slightly as he does. He’s clad in dark jeans and a crisp white button up that is so tight you can practically see the outline of his abs through the fabric. You can’t see his face in the shadows but you can tell from his voice and the way he manspreads that he’s handsome, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little excited. “You gonna dance f’me?”

If you listened close enough he even sounded a little bit like Bobby and for some reason, that made your face flush. “You gonna follow the rules pretty boy?” You flirt, moving your hips to the music that was playing softly in the room, standing just barely in front of him. “You can look but you can’t touch, got it?”

“Whatever you say, hot stuff..” He seems to sigh almost dreamily as you start putting on a show for him.

You touch your body, letting your hands travel down it as you swing your hips to the beat, putting on a routine for him. Just as you’re about to give him a lap dance, ready to straddle your lean legs one either side of his thick thighs he reaches out for you, fingertips brushing the bare skin of your midriff. “Aht, Aht-” You say, pushing him back with your foot on his chest, your heel digging into the muscular expanse. “No touching, pretty boy..”

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here..”

When you leave the room fifteen minutes later, it’s with a self righteous smirk across your lips. You had made the man cum in his pants with your lap dance and you hadn’t even let him touch you, it was a rarity but you loved when it happened, it was quite the ego boost if you were being honest with yourself. You could have done without the three hundred and fifty that he had left for you and just rode the high of a stroked ego for the rest of the night, but you took it anyway and shoved it in the bag that the stage hands had left by your locker. You would count it out when you got home, you were ready to leave and you were positive you already made over a grand tonight, there was no need to stay other than to see to the other girls but they all seemed okay with themselves tonight.

You poke your head into Edwin’s office and bid him goodbye on your way out, making your way to the employee parking lot afterwards where you parked your car, It’s a surprisingly short drive home given the time, and when you park your car on the side of the street outside of the building, you’re surprised to see Bob out, Cosie’s leash in hand.

“Hey, Bobby!” You say cheerfully, hopping out of the car with your duffle bag and bag of cash in hand. He turns at hearing your voice, as though he was startled.

“Sunny, you getting home early or late?” Yeah, the man earlier sounded almost exactly like him, you think and can’t help but smile. He holds the door open for you and lets you walk in ahead of him after you stop and stoop down to pet Cosie.

“Early, told Edwin I wanted to take it easy..” You say, walking through the lobby of the building to the elevator with him. He hits the button for you too. You notice the way he looks at you when you mention Edwin and you remember that you never told him much about the club. “Edwin is the owner of the club, my boss..and he’s kind of like my dad in a way though thats a little weird to say because he sees me in lingerie all night..” You weren’t sure where the sudden rambling came from, perhaps it was a reaction to him putting his hand against your lower back to usher you into the elevator before him, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that lingered in your nostrils but damn it made you feel nervous and giddy all at the same time.

He hums as he punches the button for your guys’ floor, adjusting the leash to his other hand as Cosie rubs against your legs. You were still clad in your strappy heels, feeling too impatient to stop and take them off. He does the thing with his hand again to user you off of the elevator before him and you just about die on the spot, what is it with you? Was gentlemanly behavior really that big of a thing for you?

Within a few moments you’re at your door, his just a few steps farther than yours and he stops, holding your bag without a word as you shove your key into the lock and bully the door open. You open your mouth to say goodnight but find yourself saying something else entirely. “Do you wanna come in? Help me count all this maybe?” You hold up the bag of cash, and he glances down at it, soft smile on his handsome face.

“Sure.” He finds himself saying, even though he has work in a few hours. You’re just so sweet with your damn eyes and flushed little cheeks that he can’t say no.

The next few hours are filled with him sitting with you on your living room floor, sprawled out in front of the couch, piles of money in front of the both of you. You had gone and changed into a small pair of pajama shorts with little red hearts on them and a white tank top, but not before having him take photos of your heeled feet for you so you could post it on your instagram.

“It’s almost four..” You whisper, your head leaned against his shoulder. You guys had stayed on the floor and you found yourself leaning against him as our eyes drooped, tired from you first day back at work but not wanting to fall asleep just yet. You listened to him tell you stories about his job, and you fell in love with how much he loved his job, how happy it made him.

“You sleepy, Sunny?” He murmurs, that Montana accent thick. He turns his head to look down at you, almost wishing that he hadn’t because from this angle and in this lighting he could pretty much see through your shirt and it was all he could do not to pop a boner right here next to you at the sight of your pert nipples and supple tits.

You hum in response, already on the cusp of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember is him shifting, his warm arm coming to wrap against your shoulder as if pulling him farther against him.

By the time you wake the next morning, he’s long gone, though he’s left you in his hoodie that you don’t remember putting on and with Cosie. You can’t help but pout at his absence, having found yourself more comfortable with someone you were fake dating than anyone you had ever actually dated. You were surprised that you had fallen asleep, that you hadn’t woken when he left and when you check your phone, you’re even more surprised to find a text message with a photo of a sleeping you attached, your head against his chest, eyes closed and peaceful..

Navy Dude: thought i would take something for my own instagram..see you tonight..

You couldn’t help but giggle, breathing in his scent as you read the message and immediately going to check his instagram account before making yourself busy for the rest of the day by taking Cosie on a long walk and doing your pilates work out in the living room, practically counting down the hours until he would arrive to take you to meet his friends. Your first official date as a fake couple.

You’re just struggling into a cute little yellow dress sun dress when you hear your door open and Cosie give a happy yip, with your arms cocked behind you, you glance towards your bedroom door, hearing his footsteps fall down the hallway. “Bobby?” You call out, almost a whine. “I can’t get my dress zipped..”

He’s in your room in a matter of seconds, his long and lithe body taking up your doorway. He’s in his service uniform, the tan khaki’s littered with different colors of pins that you would have to ask him about later. You thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but he looked downright drool worthy when he wore his flight suit home, though you assumed they hadn’t done any flying today.

“Let me help,” He murmurs as you stand in front of him. He bats your hands away before gently moving your loose hair over one shoulder, out of the way of the zip. “Dress looks real pretty..” His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of your back and you suck in a breath, chills going down your spine as they go up, up, up, stopping just between your shoulder blades.

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, smoothing out the flowy skirt that just barely went past your mid-thigh as you turned to face him, looking up at the taller man. You had put on enough makeup to cover up what was left of your bruises, but not nearly as much as you had worn at work last night. You were meeting friends, there was no need to paint your face like you would at work. You weren’t sure if you should put on more though, you wanted to look okay for him, you wanted him to have his friends’ approval.

“You look gorgeous,” He murmurs, corners of his lips turning up as he looks down at you. You were practically chest to chest by that point, you would call it an almost intimate moment. His hand comes up from his side, fingertips grazing against the skin of your cheek before brushing your hair behind your ear, you blush as you notice yourself leaning into his touch slightly. “Think you look real pretty in yellow, Sunnygirl..”

“Thank you..” You breathe, not realizing that you had somehow moved close enough to him that your noses were practically touching, him stopped down towards you. It wouldn’t take much for your lips to brush together now, just lean into him a little farther, and you would have too if Cosie hadn’t barked from your feet, scaring you so badly that you jump about a foot in the air, cheeks flushing as you realize that you had been about to kiss him and he hadn’t even tried to stop you.

“Right, so,” You clear your throat, turning to go back to your closet for a pair of matching sandals. “Why don’t I go walk Cosie while you change and then I’ll meet you by your truck?”

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah,” He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he turns, his own cheeks flushing red. “You do that, i’ll be right down..”

Nearly forty-five minutes later, he’s pulling his silverado into a parking spot near an old Bronco, throwing the shifter into park. You take in a deep breath, looking over at him. “This is it.” You say, the whole scheme that you two had cooked up finally feeling real to you. The man next to you nods, taking his keys from the ignition and shoving them down into his pocket. “Alright Bobby, let’s do this.”

The parking lot isn’t overly crowded, but the patrons inside the bar are loud as you walk up to it. Your nerves get the better of you the closer you get to the front doors, your hands shaking with anxiety and you try to channel it into smoothing down your dress skirt but it does no good. Bob notices though, and suddenly he’s sliding his much larger hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay, Sunny.” He says, and you smile up at him feeling like a fool. You hadn’t realized that your anxiety was so noticeable, you thought you had been better at hiding it.

Before you cn respond to him, he’s pushed open the doors of the bar, stepping in first to hold it open for you, his hand not leaving yours once. Almost immediately there’s a call of his name traveling throught he air and the sounds of chairs scraping and before you know it you’re surrounded by a few big, buff dudes and a bubbly girl who looks the most excited to meet you.

You do your rounds of introductions, Phoenix gives you a big hug, ripping your hand from Bob’s in the process and practically lifting you off of the ground, and though you’re meeting her under the guise of being his girlfriend, you know that you’re going to be good friends.

Rooster gives you a firm handshake, his ginormous hand enveloping yours as he smiles down at you. You take in his features, he’s quite handsome despite the scarring on his face (that you desperately want to ask questions about, though you keep it to yourself) and you notice the lack of a ring on his hand or on the dog tags looped around his neck, peaking out of the top of the white undershirt he had put on under his loose hawaiian shirt. You think he’d be a good match for one of your friends and you make a mental note to ask Bob about it later.

Coyote is gentle, and quite sweet but he’s a bit of a flirt and you feel yourself leaning more into Bob while you’re talking with him briefly, wanting it to look like you weren’t available (because technically to them, you weren’t). He introduces you to who you realize is one of his best friends next, Hangman, or as you had heard Bob call him, Bagman. He’s still wearing his uniform, and when he shakes your hand he gives you a charmingly sweet smile that you just know makes the girls weak in the knees, but when he talks to you? Your stomach drops to your knees.”Hey there, pretty thing..” He must know it too, because he smirks at you, that accent heavy.

You swallow thickly, turning to Bob. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink, I’ll be right back, baby..” You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek for show before heading over to the bar. “Shot of tequila, please..” You say to the woman tending bar, leaning against it as you let out a breath.

Bob’s friend was the man you had given a private dance to last night..the man who you had made cum in his own pants. How fucking bad could this get, you wondered? You hadn’t exactly lied when you told Bob’s friends that you were a dancer, you just hadn’t exactly specified what kind of dancing you did for a living, not expecting that one of his friends would be one of your customers.

She sets the shot glass down in front of you just as you feel a presence behind you, directly behind you. His body was solid and warm as he put his arms on either side of yours, boxing you in.

“Does he know?” His voice his quiet in your ear, making your body go stiff. You were uncomfortable, but you knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you or touch you in anyway.

“That I made you cum in your pants?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow as you turn to face him. His head was right next to yours, eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “No, Bagman, I don’t think he does, and I don’t think he needs to either.” You knock back your shot, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. “Just like I don’t think your group of friends needs to know that you spent your sunday night getting a lap dance from a stripper, now do they?”

You must win whatever stand off this is because after a moment his moves his arms, letting you brush past him. You hear him ask for a round of beers from the woman, and to put your shot on his tab as you make your way back to Bob who gives you a questioning look, you realize he must have seen the whole encounter. You lean up to kiss his cheek as you come back, his arm going around your waist firmly as you whisper to him that you needed to tell him something when you guys got home. You honestly thought it was funny, but you were sure that he was going to be freaked out.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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Love and War

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Synopsis: Bob Floyd never expected to fall in love during the war, especially not with a pretty, young nurse during basic training. But love works in funny ways and can their love stand the rest of time, the war and the distance that separates them. Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+.

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Ardennes Offensive - Bastogne December 1944

On the silver screen, John Wayne dressed in his Naval whites and Marlene Dietrich conversed, their figures dancing across the cracked wall as the projector shone the bright light onto it. Bob’s eyes followed the moving pictures thoughtlessly, his mind too busy with the prospect of a weekend with his wife. (Y/n) was currently stationed at a hospital near Paris, to Bob’s great relief. It meant that she was safe, she was reasonably out of harm's way. Miller and Jackson sat on either side of him, both their eyes trained on the makeshift movie screen.

“This film sucks, I’ve seen it before,” Jackson grumbled, earning a harsh shhh from the paratroopers in front of him. Jackson snapped his mouth shut, sinking into his chair with a pout on his young face. The lights above their head flickered on, the movie coming to a stop as two Lieutenants marched down between the aisles of chairs, ignoring the protests gc from the men. Lieutenant Nelson, who had been sat to the left of Bob, had his lips set in a hard, thin line, eyebrows furrowed as if he knew the impending doom that was going to be thrust upon them.

“Elements of the 1st and the 6th Panzer division have broken through in the Ardennes forest. Now they have broken through the 28th infantry and elements of the 4th. All officers report to respective HQs, all passes are cancelled.” A loud eruption of complaints filled the hall, all cursing, swearing, and praying to god. Bob felt his heart sink into his stomach, feeling the letter he'd written to y/n nestled in his breast pocket, waiting to be sent. He’d been relieved to see her again in Paris, while the other men were excited to blow some cash all he wanted to do was hold her close and know that for just that moment she was safe.

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The trucks tumbled along the dark roads, rocking back and forth over potholes and shaking the paratroopers that occupied them. The men huddled together in a desperate attempt to share their warmth, the frigid conditions caused a domino effect of shivers. Bob’s breath fanned across his face, icy droplets freezing nearly in mid-air and casting a mist over his face with each exhale. One man was passing a cigarette around, each man taking a long drag before passing it on to the next, the warm smoke filling their lungs, creating a small sense of comfort. The convoy shuddered to a halt and the soldiers hopped out, Bob suppressed a cry as his frozen feet hit the already-frozen ground. Thick snow poured over the edge of his boots, dampening his socks and causing him to shudder. Around them small fires appeared as fellow soldiers poured petrol into holes, lighting them to add some warmth to the glacial landscape, small furnaces of hope amongst the dismay atmosphere.

“I’m freezing my ass off already,” Jackson grumped, digging his hands deeper into his ODs pockets.

“You and me both,” Albert replied, teeth chattering uncontrollably. Bob just hummed in response, too cold to even find a reply.

“Let’s get moving. We’re in for a cold one, Boys.” Captain Nelson called out, ushering the paratroopers forward.

“But Sir, we’re gonna be surrounded.” A replacement private called out, his uniform new and shiny and he looked youthful, fresh-faced which is something many of the young men had lost.

“We’re paratroopers son, we’re meant to be surrounded.”

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Bright crimson seeped through the once-white crisp sheets, spreading the red stain deep into the fabric. The sheets that just moments before had held a soldier fighting for his life, as (y/n) worked tirelessly to stop the fountain of blood surging from his artery as the medic placed clamps in an attempt to stem the bleeding. It had been so pointless really to try and save him, he was long gone before he reached the medics' tent, his blood strewn across the crisp, white snow outside, but if you don’t try then you don’t know. Each of these men had fought in honour of their country and this man deserved to die safe and somewhat warm rather than in a foxhole in the dark somewhere. Or that’s what she told herself, gathering up the bloody sheets that had dried brown and crispy.

Screams of pain filled the aid station and (y/n) tried her best to block out the agonising wails of the men she passed, as if she could not hear them, as if it were a silent theatre production. When she first arrived in the field she had been left shaken and terrified, but as (y/n) worked and gained confidence as a nurse she grew used to the screams, the agony, the thick iron scent that filled her nostrils and the blood that dried sticky to her hands, the never-ending death that surrounded everyone.

The rain had started about half an hour ago and it echoed above her head on the canvas sheet, much softer than the gunfire just hours before. The sound of shelling in the distance and the occasional flash of gunfire reminded (y/n) of just how close to the battlefield she was, and as she stepped outside the scene of bloodshed continued. The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Their corpses lay among the debris of the battle, deep craters littered the area and the ground was slick with rain and blood. A bitter wind swept across the clearing, causing her to shiver, gritting her teeth as she walked along the risen, wooden platforms to the wash tent. (Y/n) abandoned the bloody sheets with one of her fellow nurses, (y/n) didn’t think she’d be able to remove the stains, but knew she would try. They were running low on supplies, so stained sheets were better than nothing.

(Y/n’s) dress blew around her ankles as she walked back to the aid station, the night would be long and with the continued shelling she knew more casualties would be arriving soon. Taking a moment to stop outside the tent, she leaned against the large wooden pole that supported the air station and sighed. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to breathe in the cold night air, placing a hand on her chest so she could feel the frantic beat of her heart beneath her fingers. Her ragged breaths let out steamy puffs of air into the darkness, rising above her like the smoke from the various fires dotted around the battlefield. (Y/n) moved to the left as another group of soldiers approached the aid station, carrying a wounded comrade between them. She could tell from the way he hung limp in their arms, face pale that he was dead but they hurried past her, fear evident on their faces, but the hint of hope in their eyes driving them forward.

She looked out across the scene of devastation, eyes drifting over the fallen soldiers, discarded weapons and rubble. Her eyes drifted to a figure that was hovering in the tree line, he took a seat beside one of the trees, his back hitting the tree with a thud as he slid down the bark to plant himself by the roots. His shoulders sagged and he was bent over, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d last seen Bob since he’d last held her in his arms since he’d last kissed her. It had been just two months since their wedding and yet it felt like years had passed. When she was first stationed in Bastogne (y/n) knew he was close by and dug in a foxhole somewhere in the Ardennes but to actually see him in front of her made her heart sore and she felt lightheaded.

When they had first met, his blond hair had been neatly parted and gelled down, silver framed glasses balanced on his nose, but now his face was weathered, covered in grime and blood, his blond hair in disarray and his glasses long since broken or lost. His once clean uniform was now scruffy and worn and the ‘screaming eagle’ insignia was barely visible under the layers of dirt. His helmet rested on the log beside him, the white spade emblem glowing against its dark background. (Y/n) pushed herself away from the tent and followed the wooden pathway towards the woods. The path didn’t follow the whole way to the trees and soon she was trudging through the copper-coloured mud, her boots slipping and sliding as she tried to keep her balance.

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Bob sat on the fallen tree, silently cursing the cold, cursing East Company’s new commander, having had Nelson promoted they were stuck with an inexperienced Lieutenant, cursing the Germans, cursing the whole damn war. He swore under his breath as his frozen fingers caught against the rough tree bark. All of his cursing was silent or mere whispers, as first Sergeant it was his job to keep up the morale amongst the men, a job that was becoming increasingly difficult as they were bombarded with shelling every night. It was during those nights when Bob was huddled deep in his foxhole with Jackson that he thought of you. He longed to see (y/n) again, your wedding feeling like an eternity ago when neither of them had any care in the world, for those three glorious days it was just the two of them. It hit him hard and suddenly - with a deep ache in his chest. He seemed to long for her more now than he ever had before. She had been his rock since Toccoa and now when times were at their toughest he craved her embrace.

Bob placed his hand on his chest, feeling (y/n’s) picture in his breast pocket, it was crumpled and worn, the corners curling over from the hours Bob had spent lovingly looking at her, running his thumb over her face. He needed a new picture, the one from his wedding day. He remembered the photographer telling them both to look at the camera and smile, as if they both weren’t beaming at each other, unable to drag his eyes away from his new wife. He would never forget how beautiful she looked, her makeshift wedding dress hugging her curves perfectly, her hair neatly pinned and her lips blessed with a splash of red lipstick. Bob let out a sigh, a small smile gracing his lips as his mind began to wander, too distracted to notice the approaching figure.

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Bob’s head whipped around as she approached, his shoulders tensed, his eyes scanning the darkness.

“Flash?” He called out, waiting for her reply to know if she was an ally or the enemy.

“Thunder,” (y/n) called out in reply, watching as Bob visibly relaxed as she replied with the correct countersign.

“Welcome,” he stood as she approached him, a wide smile gracing his lips, as she grinned back at him.

“Doll,” he cradled her face lovingly between his hands, running his thumb across her cheek so delicately as if she would crumble and disappear. (Y/n) knew he was trying to memorize her features like he did every time he saw her, it was as if he feared that each time would always be the last.

“Hey love,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she sunk into his embrace. His eyes raked over her frame, not in the hungry way that most of the men did but with a small smile. Her hand cradled the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck before pulling him down, her lips connected with his chapped ones. The kiss was tender yet passionate, full of the loving embrace that (y/n) had been longing for so long and that her letters just couldn’t convey. He pulled away briefly, his hot breath ghosting her skin bringing (y/n) back to the present as his lips began to press along her ear and neck.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered, his blue eyes shining in the dim light with unshed tears.

“I missed you too, Bobby,” she swooped your thumb across his cheek, brushing away his tears. He pulled her down onto the log beside him, his arm wrapping tightly around her shoulders as he held her as if his life depended on it. Bob’s hand brushed over the stack of papers beside him, not daring to look down at them.

“What are you doing out here, Bobby?” (Y/n) asked, watching as his eyes drifted to the paper and pen in front of him, thumbing them between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m writing letters home.”

“Oh, are you writing to your family? How are they keeping? ” She grinned at him, she wanted a distraction, so to hear the odd story from home was always welcome. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to meet his family when all this was over and when they could escape this hell together.

“I’m writing letters to my fallen comrades’ families, I feel I owe them that much. The army sends them the same bullshit condolences letters, but they didn’t know them, not like I did. I knew each and every man, where they came from, their hobbies, they were my brothers,” his voice was thick with emotion and tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to fall. “You know it’s Christmas soon, hell they’ll probably get these letters right before Christmas.”

“I know you did, Love, I know,” (y/n) let her fingers trace the grimy marks along his neck, trailing loosely along the metal chain of his dog tags.

She looked on slowly as Bob tried to compose himself.

“I understand your pain, I watch the soldiers come back from the front blown to pieces and littered with bullet holes. It is heart-wrenching, to hear their screams of agony. Time and time again they cry for their mothers, and I can’t help them.”

Bob placed his hand under her chin, lifting it so he could look into her eyes. His eyes held all the woes of the world, the pain, the devastation, the love.

He wrapped his large outer coat around her shoulders, trying to shelter her from the cold. (Y/n) let out a strangled sob, her hand fisting into his jacket.

Bob pressed his lips to her hair, murmuring softly. “Don’t you dare think you don’t make a difference? All the men that have been returned to my company after being cared for by you and your fellow nurses speak so highly of you. You bring them comfort in their time of need and you love them in their final moments. The calm you bring is a gift from God. Don’t ever think you don’t make a difference. I may be their brother but you are their angel in the darkest times. You're my angel.”

Bob poured his heart out to her, confessing his feelings as she watched him carefully for any sign of lie as he spoke, but his face never changed, his eyebrows knitted in a firm line, lips moving softly as he spoke.

“It is not a gift. God would not give so much pain,” (y/n) sniffed. “You know you’re kind of my angel too,” she rubbed her hand over her cheeks. “I’ve been blaming myself for so long, every man we lost, each death has stayed with me and I can’t keep it bottled up anymore.”

“You don’t have to, you don’t have to, Doll. I’m here just like you’re here for me. Please don’t ever blame yourself.” Bob cupped her cheek in his large hand, his rough, calloused thumb brushing against her soft skin.

“Then don’t blame yourself either, Bob. I’ve seen how you are with your men, you’d do anything for them.”

Bob nodded, a small smile gracing his chapped lips.

“Would you like some help writing those letters? I know I didn’t know your men that well, but I may have been with them at the end. I know what they said.” (Y/n) took Bob’s hand in hers, running her fingers delicately over his cracked knuckles and squeezing his hand comfortingly.

“I’d like that very much.” She huddled closer on the log, Bob pulled the bag of dog tags from his pocket, fishing out one at a time to go through the names.

With each name, (y/n’s) heart wrenched at the thought of their poor mothers, girlfriends and wives receiving the heartbreaking news. It made her think of her brother, he was in the Marines fighting in the Pacific Theatre. She wrote to him, telling him all about Bob and he couldn’t wait to meet him when all this was over, but the thought of receiving a letter like this for him or Bob only brought further tears.

She dreaded receiving a letter like that from Albert telling her that Bob was gone. (Y/n) couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to receive that doomed letter. Bob must have seen her worried expression because he took her face between his hands.

“I’m here, Doll and I’m not going anywhere. I love you,” he admitted, his eyes watching hers for any flicker of rejection but there was none. You smiled brightly at him, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lips. “I love you too.”

Bob pressed his lips to hers, his fingers stroking through her bloody, matted hair, as she held onto the collar of his uniform, gripping it in desperation. His tongue ran along her lips and she gave in, letting his tongue dance with her own. She only pulled away when they had both run out of air, an embarrassed smile on Bob’s lips, his cheeks tinted pink. “I’m so glad I married you.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “I’m so glad I made you mine.”

She sighed at his words, eyes closed, imagining their future together, a house of their own, living normal lives, maybe they would have a dog, maybe they would have a baby.

“I can’t wait to start our lives together, Bobby.” She admitted and felt his lips press against her neck once more. She wanted to stay like this forever but her hand brushed against the papers on Bob’s lap and she realised that they had a lot of work ahead of them.

“Well we better get back to writing those letters hadn't we, 1st Sergeant,” she smiled at him, taking the pen and paper from his grip. He smiled back at her, as she used his ‘new’ rank. The last time she had seen Bob he’d completely forgotten to mention his promotion, too caught up in his newlywed bliss. It wasn’t until she received a letter from him several weeks later that she found out. (Y/n) was so proud of him, Bob had proved himself time and time again.

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Between them, there were 18 letters written and sealed, ready to send to the awaiting families. (Y/n) looked up at Bob to see a relieved smile on his lips. “I may not have been able to help them in life, but at least I can bring their families some comfort in grief.” She squeezed Bob’s hand gently before standing and straightening her dress.

“Well, I better be going back. My patients need me,” she smiled apologetically at Bob, but he just smiled back.

“Please don’t go,” Bob pleaded, his watery eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I’ll come back, my love, I promise but I have to go now.” She rubbed her hand over his cheek once more before stepping away, following the muddy path back towards the aid station, where she was met with the sounds of agonised screams. Taking a deep breath before entering the tent, Bob’s words rang in her mind as she hurried down between the isles of beds towards the medics.

“HOLD HIM DOWN!” Albert Miller shouted as she wrapped her arms over the wounded soldier. “Give him morphine,” Albert instructed and (y/n) grabbed the shot, injecting the medication into the soldier's leg. He groaned in agony, but slowly his movements slowed and he looked up at her, teary-eyed and with a toothy grin, “Are you an angel?” He asked, his voice weak as he feebly attempted to reach out to her.

“I am, Sweetheart, and I’m going to look after you.” He gazed up at her in awe, his eyes slowly closing as the morphine took effect. The medics began to work on his wound as (y/n) cradled his hand for a moment longer. She was going to look after him and Bob was right, to these men she was an angel.

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The Wedding Date (Part 6)

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Final chapter folks. A bit of terrible SMUT (I am hopeless at writing it)

It is real and Bob is going to make sure YFN knows.

Enjoy!

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Bob stood on the beach, under the simple arbour of flowers, wearing a grey suit and a white shirt with the first few buttons undone, waiting for the ceremony to start. He was beyond grateful to Amanda for organising it last minute, both so he could be a part of it and because of what has happened with YFN.

Bob thought about the events of the morning with a huge smile on his face. After Hannah had accidently spilled the beans about his apparently worst kept secret, YFN had confessed she wanted the fake relationship to be real. Bob could not believe what she was saying as she listed honestly and openly in front of everyone, everything she felt and what she’d done to try and get his attention.

In that moment, Bob processed all the sweet things YFN had said to him, he remembered her heartfelt speech to his Dad and the snacks and book he’d mentioned to her suddenly showing up in the common room. Bob thought about every time YFN had touched him and how she had responded when he’d touched her, he recalled the look in her eye and how her hands shook while she’d treated him the day he’d ejected in training and how YFN had stayed long after her shift had finished.

Phoenix was right, he was dense. It was real and YFN actually thought he wouldn’t feel the same.

All he could think to do in that moment was kiss her and he never wanted to stop. In the craziness of the rest of the morning, he had nervously managed to ask her to be his date, but Bob didn’t get a real chance to tell YFN all the things he loved about her.

He spent the day at Amanda’s with his family doing wedding preparations, while his friend’s ran separate errands and stayed at his parent’s place getting ready. Bob was happy to be involved and spend time with his family, but he had only had the briefest moment with YFN, and he craved being close to her.

Bob knew it was Amanda and Gary’s day, but with reassignment looming after his leave, he was determined to spend as much time with YFN and to make sure she had no doubts left about how in love with her he was. Bob knew it was fast and there was a tiny part of him that was worried he might scare her off. But God did he love YFN, and he needed her to know.

And he really, really wanted to show her.

Bob was knocked out of his daydream, as one of the groomsmen smacked him in the chest. The guests had started making their way down the beach as the ceremony was about to start.

Amongst the bride and groom’s friends and extended family, Bob saw Hangman as he mingled with some of Gary’s friends and as per usual looked like a living ken doll. Bob was sure he must of been aware of the attention he was getting from both women and men, but true to his word in the kitchen this morning, he wasn’t encouraging any of it.

Phoenix looked relaxed and beautiful in her red dress, that was actually Maddie’s favourite colour, her hair down in loose waves like he’d never seen. And wearing one of his fancier Hawaiian shirts and signature aviators, Bob watched as Rooster avoided one of Amanda’s friends, presumably the one he’d slept with last night, while he charmed Bob’s Grandparents.

Bob searched for YFN and was floored when he found her. She was wearing a long, flowy, low cut green dress and her red lips smiled wide at him. Fuck she looked absolutely gorgeous. Bob kept hold of YFN’s eyes as the music signalling the start of the ceremony began. He felt a new confidence since he kissed her at breakfast in front of everyone, so when he mouthed ‘Wow’ at her and he smiled wide as YFN blushed a lovely shade of pink.

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YFN’s blush had quickly becoming one of Bob’s favourite things ever. Bob held her close as they dance to ‘When a Man Loves a Woman’ by Percy Sledge. Bob chuckled to himself about how this was a very fitting song right now as he had one hand on her lower back, the other held hers to his chest and she flushed a pretty rosy pink as they danced.

After the ceremony finished, Bob was drawn into the whirlwind of celebration that came after, so this was one of the first moment’s he had YFN to himself, and Bob really needed to tell her how he felt.

“I’m sorry I never cottoned on to your flirting” Bob said and YFN chucked as she gazed up at him as he moved them gently on the dancefloor.

“But you need to know I’ve always noticed you. From the moment you sat in front of me in the mess hall and you asked me my favourite colour, you were always on my mind. I saw how sweet and kind to everyone you were, noticing if someone wasn’t ok and offering to help them. You have different laughs, giggles for kitten videos and you snort loudly when something funny takes you by surprise. At work you always wore your hair up, but a strand would always find its way free, and I longed to tuck behind your ear.” Bob said as he did just to a lock of her hair, before he put his hand on her back again and pulled her closer and sway to the music.

“After I was reassigned, I always thought of you. If saw a sunrise from the jet, I wondered if you would like it. I laid in my bunk at night remembering how you always smelled of oranges and limes and how I wished I’d told you how beautiful you were. When I saw you again at Top Gun, I was so happy to see you again. But I was training for a mission I thought I wouldn’t come back from, so I didn’t tell you how I felt, but I thought about you single every night” Bob confessed.

YFN eyes shined and the blush he loved so much had deepened, “But now I will always make sure you know how much you mean to me, and I know it’s fast, but we will be separated again soon so I have to tell you…”

Bob took a deep breath, he felt his heart beat out of his chest.

“I’m in love with you YFN.”

YFN ran her fingers from his shoulder into the nape of his neck and on her tippy toes pressed her soft lips onto his. Bob immediately reciprocated and brought a hand up to cup her face and kissed her deeply. They pulled apart as a loud cheer filled the room and Bob laughed, he’d forgotten they were in the middle of the dance floor.

“Bobby, I told you before, being in love with would be easy. I love you too, so much” YFN beamed at him and he captured her lips in another long kiss, not caring who saw them.

The song finished and changed into ‘I Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley. YFN laughed breathlessly, “Wow these songs are sort of perfectly matched to us right now.”

Bob agreed and they glanced up to see Hangman standing with the DJ, a shit eating grin on his face. YFN snorted when she saw him and Bob tipped his head back and laughed heartily.

The night carried on with eating, drinking, lots of laughter and lots more dancing. Hangman danced with his Ma, sisters and YFN, and Phoenix and Maddie stayed close to each other on the dance floor most of the night. Rooster did what Rooster does best and entertained everyone with his ridiculous moves. But again, Bob surprised them all by being a very smooth dancer and the most popular choice of partner for almost every woman in the room.

Most of the older generation had already headed home a while ago, and his Ma and Dad had left with his nephews and niece after hugging a very loved up Bob and YFN tightly. As soon as they were gone, Amanda immediately sidled up next to him and YFN with a tray of shots and knowing smile and the party really started.

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Bob sat back in his chair, pleasantly buzzed, and relaxed with YFN in his lap with one arm tightly wrapped around her waist. His other hand had managed to boldly push her dress high up her leg and he nuzzled her neck just below her ear. Bob whispered to YFN how beautiful she was and how much he loved his sweet girl. He thoroughly enjoyed the deep pink blush that spread over her cheeks, down her neck and into the valley of her full breasts.

Bob felt as affected as she was, his glasses askew and his heart raced in his chest. His pants tightened with every little noise she made. YFN shifted in his lap and kissed Bob and a moan slipped from his lips as she brushed against his growing erection.

She suddenly jumped up like she has been burnt, and Bob was momentarily worried he has gone too far. But she grabbed his hand as she choked out “Bobby. Please” and tugged him out of his chair and towards the exit.

Rooster shouted “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” as they made a hasty exit and Phoenix winked at him as she hit across Rooster over back of the head.

They found a secluded spot on the beach and Bob sat in the sand on his jacket, his shirt open, and kissed YFN deeply as she straddled his thighs and ran her hands over the expanse of his chest. Her dress was hiked up around her hips and the straps were lowered exposing her perfect tits to him. One of Bob’s thumbs ran over a hardened nipple while the other hand gripped her thigh as she ground herself on top of him. Fuck this felt good.

He pulled back from the kiss and slowly traced his fingertips up her leg until he reached between her thighs. “Is this ok?” Bob breathed as he slipped his fingers inside her panties.

“Yesss” YFN moaned and Bob groaned as she gripped his hair in her hands.

Bob took his time, exploring her pussy and figuring out just what she liked to bring her to her high. He sucked on her nipples and whispered words of praise as he fucked her with his fingers until she orgasmed. God she was so beautiful.

As she came down, Bob peppered soft kisses over her face and neck while she managed to pull a condom from who knows where.

Bob raised an eyebrow and asked cheekily, “You hoping to get lucky on our first date?”

YFN laughed breathlessly and whined “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time Bobby. You gonna make me wait even longer?”

Bob laughed and managed flip them over on his jacket “Not a chance sweet girl. I’ve imagined this so many times, just not normally with this much sand” and YFN giggled.

“Is this ok?” she asked suddenly serious again, as she undid Bob’s pants and reached inside his boxers and pulled out his cock.

“God Yesss” Bob cried out as she slowly stroked him and rolled on the condom on.

Bob laid YFN down, carefully making sure she was on his jacket and not in the sand. She gazed up at him and whispered “This is real.”

Bob kissed her deeply and slowly pushed inside of her and groaned loudly, “Oh fuck. Yes it is.”

It was so fucking real.

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Afterwards, Bob and YFN walked back up to the hall hand in hand happy and sated. They did their best to clean themselves up but there’s sand all over them. Bob was covered in smears of red lipstick that YFN had tried to wipe away, her hair had fallen out and they had lost one of his socks and one of her shoes.

Bob knew as soon as they re-joined the reception, his very drunk friends and family would embarrass them as they obviously had just had an amazing time on the beach. But he could not care less.

As predicted as soon as they walked in the door, a loud series of catcalls and hoots come from the now smaller crowd. YFN responded by taking a dramatic bow and kissing Bob on the cheek. Phoenix and Maddie walked up to them, both laughing as Phoenix fixed Bob’s glasses and wiped what he assumed to be lipstick off his face with her thumb.

A pleased Hangman was with them and said in his signature drawl “Having a good night, Baby?”

Amanda and Hannah had joined the welcoming party too and Amanda dusted sand off YFN’s dress. Bob glanced at YFN and she gazed at him, eyes filled with love and he looked back at her in awe. He was captivated by her.

A very drunk Rooster interrupted their moment “With a look like that. It must have been quite a ride.” He was once again smacked across the back of the head, this time by Maddie.

Hannah regarded Bob and YFN’s expressions with blurry eyes, “It’s not just that, is it Bob? YFN is looking at you the way Ma looks at Dad. Holy shit! You are going to end up marrying him!” she squealed.

Amanda who was clearly very tipsy high fived anyone willing “I am taking partial credit. My wedding and our fucking list did this!”

YFN had buried her head in his chest, and Bob smiled knowingly and winked at them before directing his attention to Rooster.

“Bradley that was very crude. You need to get us a drink for that comment” he laughed.

“Yeah sorry, you’re right Bob. What can I get you?” Rooster agreed with a stupid grin on his face.

A small smirk spread across Bob’s face, he knew YFN won’t mind what he was about to say.

Bob replied innocently “Sex on the beach please”.

YFN snorted loudly and everyone else burst into hysterics.

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3 years later…

Bob sat in his parent’s kitchen having breakfast with almost everyone he loves. His Dad and Amanda smiled at her toddler babbling away, and Maddie and Phoenix are huddled at the table together whispering and looked just as happy together as when they met years ago.

Rooster ate messily while telling Gary some story that made him chuckle and Hangman, who holds Bob’s newest niece in his arms, softly speaks to his Ma. Bob assumed Hannah, Mark and the boys would be here sometime soon too.

Bob smiled at them fondly, the last time they had all been together was at his sister’s wedding and since then his friends had each became a part of his family in their own ways. Rooster was like a brother, albeit a very annoying one and Phoenix was Bob’s closest friend and basically his sister-in-law. His Ma and Dad had essentially adopted Hangman and he had become very close with Amanda and Gary, so much so that he was godfather to their new daughter.

Three years ago they had all been deployed separately, except him and Phoenix, too good of a team to divide, so this was the first time they had all managed to get leave together. Even Payback and Fanboy were making the trip to Bob’s hometown. And they all knew of Bob’s plans to make the most of the time they had together and surprise YFN.

Bob was still deeply in love with YFN and had become even more so with each passing day.

After they got together, YFN went back to her role at the base and Bob got posted elsewhere, then sent on a few important missions. They had managed to make it work, visiting each other or taking leave together as many times as they could.

They recently had a short weekend together about two and a half months ago and YFN surprised Bob by confessing her plan to leave the Navy, and move to a nearby city to where his family lived, to work at a hospital there.

She had said, she wanted to settle somewhere they could eventually raise a family and she wanted Bob to be able to come home to everyone he loved, not just her. YFN really was the most thoughtful person and Bob missed her and his family so much that he had been also considering moving on from the navy in the near future, so they agreed on YFN’s idea.

Bob got in last night, but YFN was on a night shift and had enlisted his Ma’s help to ensure he stopped at his parent’s place, so he wasn’t at their home alone. Little did she know, Phoenix, Hangman and Rooster and eventually Payback and Fanboy, had also come back too. So her plan had actually suited Bob perfectly, as it gave them time to go over his ideas.

The mission, as it was dubbed by the others, was to ask YFN to marry him and then surprise her with a wedding before his leave ended in a few weeks. Bob softly smiled to himself, he could not wait to ask YFN and the ring practically burned a hole in his pocket. He knew it was likely he would forget all about his romantic proposal plan and just blurt it out the moment he saw YFN, so he made sure he was ready, just in case.

“You ok son?” his Dad’s voice and hand on his shoulder broke him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah Dad, just happy” Bob replied simply.

“Well it’s about to get ever better honey, we’ve got everything all sorted for the wedding” his Ma smiled at him.

“Thank you Ma. Thank you everyone for all of your help” he said to everyone in the kitchen.

His Ma and sisters had once again done the impossible and organised a simple ceremony and small reception in a short space of time, Maddie claiming she had used her sly interrogation skills to figure out exactly how YFN would want it. So now Bob just needed YFN to say yes.

“You know, I’m going to need a date. Maybe you should make me a shortlist” he said with a stupid grin.

“Rooster, there is no one left to put on a list. You’ve either pissed off or slept with all of their single friends, male and female!” Phoenix shook her head at him.

Hangman smiled cheekily “Maybe you need a fake date like in ‘Pretty Woman’, we could get a…”

YFN’s sweet voice interrupts him, “’Pretty Woman’ is a great movie”.

Bob jumped to his feet and swept YFN into his arms. He embraced her tightly, taking in the citrusy scent that he loved.

“Hi boyfriend” she whispered to him tears in her eyes, “God, I’ve missed you.”

Bob cradled her face in his hands “I missed you so much sweet girl” and kissed her deeply.

Everyone gave them their moment together before an emotional YFN greeted Phoenix, Rooster and Hangman with huge hugs.

Bob hugged YFN again tightly, the tears in her eyes when he first saw her were now streaming down her face. “What’s wrong YFN? Are you ok? You’re probably really tired hey?” Bob questioned as searched her face with concern.

“I’m ok Bobby. I’m just so happy” YFN said as she broke down into sobs. Bob kept holding her tightly and rubbed his hands over her back.

“I am really tired, but I guess I’m overly emotional because…because I’m pregnant” she whispered just to him.

Bob felt like his brain had malfunctioned as he worked to process what she just said. “W-w-what?” he managed to stutter out as he pulled back to study her face.

“I’m, we’re pregnant. The umm time in the car, just after you picked me up from the airport a couple of months ago. I’m so sorry I hadn’t told you I swear I just figured it out and I wanted to tell you in person…” YFN drifted off gazing into Bob’s eyes.

“We’re having a baby” Bob breathed out.

“Oh my God, we are having a baby!” he repeated even louder this time as he scooped YFN up into his arms and peppered her with kisses.

The kitchen erupted in excitement, everyone congratulated them and in that moment Hannah, Mark and Bob’s nephews had arrived.

“Oh good! She said yes! Yay another wedding!” Hannah cheered before noticing everybody’s changing facial expressions.

“Again Han. Fucking hell, this is like deja-vu” Maddie sighed.

“What do you mean another wedding? Say yes to what?” YFN looked around at everybody confused.

Bob laughed at the absurdity of the situation being so similar to the one years ago. This was the perfect moment. And unbeknownst to YFN he got down on one knee.

“Yes, to being Baby on Board’s date” Hangman laughed softly now the nickname has even more meaning and redirected her attention to Bob.

“Well of course I’ll be his date, but who’s wedding is it?” YFN asked as she turned towards him.

Bob on one knee, ring in hand, smiled nervously up at YFN “Our wedding sweet girl.”

Tears still stained YFN’s cheeks and she looked shocked. But a smile slowly formed on her face “Did you just ask me to marry you, Bobby?” she breathed.

Bob laughed softly “Yeah, I did. I have it on good authority that you’ve been flirting with me for a while...”

YFN snorted as he took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger.

“Marry me YFN. I want to be your husband and spend my life trying to make you as happy as you make me” he said voice wavering with emotion.

Bob took steadying breath “I love you so much YFN. God, now both of you. I love both of you” Bob choked out, tears in his eyes as he placed his hand over YFN’s belly.

“Yes!” she shouted as her tears started to fall again.

“Of course I will Bobby. I’m sure being married to you will be easy” YFN laughed as Bob got to his feet and kissed her deeply.

This was the happiest Bob has ever felt in his life.

And in this moment he has never been more grateful for that stupid shortlist and fake wedding date that started it all.

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persephone11110 · 1 year

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Loving Parents

characters: Bob Floyd, Tom“Iceman” Kanzansky, Pete“Maverick” Mitchell

summary: Bob Floyd is being harassed at hard deck but is afraid to ask for help.

TW: implied attempted SA, self worth , self esteem issues, self confidence issues. victim self Blame

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Bob Floyd a quiet guy doesn’t bother anyone, barely talks just stays in the shadows. A tendency that started in his youth, a way he unfortunately had to learn to protect himself.

He sat at his table waiting for his soda to arrive, Bob wasn’t a drinker… never not after what his parents put him and his litter sister Joey through. Dark thoughts clouded his mind as he thought back to his childhood.

Many people teased him for not drinking, before his squadron did too till Ice reprimanded them for it.

Everything started going fine till Jaws started getting agitated at him. Bob may be smart but sometimes he dumb as a brick but he thinks Jaws is flirting with him.

And if he was flirting with him, he sure had a funny way of showing it.

Jaws way of flirting confused him he kept insulting him telling he looked ugly or he was a useless toy to the navy and how undesirable he was, If Bob knew better Jaws was insulting him purposely just for fun. The icing on the cake had to be when Jaws forcefully made Bob drink Russian vodka out of the bottle. With each gulp Bob took you could hear the gags he made, the whimpers of him begging Jaws to stop.

At first Bob tried to say no and stand his ground but Jaws quickly saw through his fake shield of confidence and shattered it with his angrier and strength, he'd saw how easy it was to break the weak walls Robert Floyd had built.

Maverick and Ice had just turned in for bed It was 9:45 pm him and his husband weren’t young anymore. Maverick parental intuition was telling him something was wrong but he’d fallen asleep before he could act on it .

Bob felt woozy when Jaws was grabbing him , Bob eyesight was blurry and his hearing felt like there blood draining from it. Is the what roofie feels like thought Bob?. Jaws and him were now inside Jaws apartment.

Jaws drunkely and clumsily took his clothes off and looked at Bob waiting for him to take his off too. At least he was chivalrous about it he thought to himself .Unfortunately Bob went to slow for Jaws patience so Jaws started to aggressively grab him by his jaw punching him to hold him down. Biting him on his neck like he was vampire, putting bruises up down his back apparently claiming him.

Bob layed there with tears flowing down his eyes ,he so badly wanted to be saved. God his he wished he didn’t go out alone. Bob barley did okay with his friends around he doesn’t know what made him think he’d be okay by himself especially around drunk men.

Jaws fell asleep due to all of the vodka he had last night. Bob layded waiting for Jaws chest to go up and down making sure he is'nt dead. Bob just sat their asking himself how could’ve he almost let this happen to himself. He was weak he thought. Bob started shakily slip his clothes trying desperately not to wake up Jaws from his slumber.

Bob clothes were back on after he put his clothes back on he slipped quietly out of Jaws apartment. Where was he supposed to go now hes past curfew, not since hes been in navy has he broken curfew. Maverick probably make him do pushes up and amongst others things as a punishment.

Now hes currently sitting on a bench in front of a hospital contemplating if he deserves to get checked out. Nope he thought you don't deserve help from anyone. Bob was really tired from all of this hes can't call his friends because their already on base asleep. Bob decided to walk to Captain Mitchell and Admiral Kazansky house , they did always say their door is always open to the squadron if they ever needed help

“Maverick!!”he said loudly enough for his husband to wake “come on wake up someone’s at the door”.

“Ice why is there knocking? “

“Maverick am I the person knocking”replied Ice

There stood Robert Floyd he stood there in pain and shame.

Mav immediately forgot his anger as soon he saw Bob at his front door.

“Bob kiddo why are at the door this early, whats wrong?” Maverick asked concerned looking at Bob’s unkept appearance.

“C-Can I come in” a stuttering Bob asked.

“Of course kiddo you know our open door policy , Ice gently reminded him.

After being welcomed in Bob stood looking down at his feet as if the his superiors floorboard had caught his eye. He attempted to stand tall, yet he looked so fragile, so scared and young.

“Bobby your scaring us” Ice said softly his face ridden of usual ice cold stare. Right now his Ice looked a father trying to soothe a scared child.

Maverick watched as his husband tried desperately to get Lieutenant open up without him feeling forced.

Unexpectedly Bob lunged himself into Ice’s arms sobbing and begging him and Maverick to not be mad at him.

The normally shy, quiet WSO had now looked disheveled. The light that hung over the foyer had started to shine on them all, showing Maverick and Ice Bob’s bruises.

“Sweetheart what happened?” Maverick questioned, soothingly rubbing his hand down Bob’s hair calming him down.

“Your not trouble, I promise kiddo” Ice tried as he gently tilted Bob’s face getting a look at his left eye that was now black.

Just what the hell happened to this kid, both Maverick and Ice thought to themselves sliently.

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buckyr00s · 2 years

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Top Gun Second Gen and Their Go-To Karaoke Songs

author's note: listen, I'm currently working on Fanboy x Reader and Coyote x Reader pieces, but I couldn't help but do this. Feel free to add your own song ideas ;)

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It's very clear that Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw's go-to song is Jerry Lee Lewis' Great Balls of Fire. But he saves that song for the most special occasions--wouldn't want to overplay the song he cherishes most.

At the end of the day, his karaoke repertoire reflects his retro soul. Rock, jazz, and blues run through his veins and he's more of a lover than he is a fighter, which is why Frankie Valli's Can't Take My Eyes off You, Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon, Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and Roy Orbinson's Oh, Pretty Woman are some of his favourite karaoke songs.

All-American classics are Jake "Hangman" Seresin's wheelhouse. He's almost always one of the first to get on stage and take the mic. If he's going to perform, he might as well set the bar for folks. And you better believe he's the type of person to command the stage, taking the mic off its stand the second he can.

Being the man of the people, his absolute go-to song is Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Don McLean's American Pie, the Eagles' Hotel California, Journey's Don't Stop Believin', and Steppenwolf's Born to Be Wild are his back-ups.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is the person to go to for up-beat karaoke vibes. Wait until the liquid courage sets in and she'll unleash her inner disco, country, pop diva. She'll always get everyone up, singing, and dancing. And she's definitely got moves of her own.

ABBA's Dancing Queen, Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats, Spice Girls' Wannabe, Shania Twain's Man! I Feel Like A Woman!, and Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun are amongst her favourites.

Robert "Bob" Floyd sticks to the karaoke classics. It takes a lot of convincing to get him on the mic and it'll usually take him until the chorus to loosen up. But my goodness, when he does, everyone is left with goofy grins on their faces.

Sweet, wholesome Bob only sings sweet, wholesome songs. He has a rotation of songs including Glen Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy, Elton John's Rocket Man, the Monkees' I'm a Believer, and Electric Light Orchestra's Mr. Blue Sky.

You'll catch him on stage holding the mic with both hands, doing his signature side step move with an occasional head bob--pun not intended but so welcome.

Hero by Mariah Carey is Javy "Coyote" Machado's favourite karaoke song. You cannot convince me otherwise. While he isn't the most skilled singer, he puts on a hell of a production. Because if he's going to sing, then by God, he's going to sing.

And if he's not singing Hero, though, he'll choose a different power ballad. Whitney Houston's I Have Nothing, Jennifer Holliday's And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going, and Céline Dion's It's All Coming Back to Me Now are some of his back-up songs.

Each time he walks up to the mic, he'll half-jokingly, but very seriously preface his performance with, "I'm gunna slow it down for you now." Needless to say, he brings the house down every time.

I mean, come on. The man's call sign is Fanboy for goodness sake. He wears it proudly. Mickey Garcia is a big believer that you can't turn a room like you can with boybands' greatest hits. Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way, *NSYNC's It's Gonna Be Me, and Boyz II Men's End of the Road (monologues and all) are some of his favourite pleasures that he's absolutely not guilty about.

He's also not shy about honouring his Latino identity with songs like J Balvin's Mi Gente, Enrique Iglesias' Bailamos, Bad Bunny's Yo Perreo Sola, and Shakira's Whenever, Wherever.

Any song he choses, he's singing his heart out and giving it his all. He wouldn't have it any other way. The man low-key has pipes, but he'd rather spend his time on the mic playing it off for laughs than actually showcasing his talent.

You can't tell me that Reuben "Payback" Fitch isn't the life of the party. The man makes it his mission to make any function interesting. Like come on, proposing the 200 push-up punishment during TOPGUN training? If he's going to do anything, it better entertain him.

He's much less strict about his karaoke songs, and probably has the most diverse repertoire out of everyone. House of Pain's Jump Around, TOTO's Africa, Marvin Gaye's Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Lou Bega's Mambo No. 5, Outcast's Hey Ya!, Blackstreet's No Diggity, Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.

Everyone knows his taste is impeccable and it's always exciting when he walks up to the mic. You never know what you get, other than the guarantee that the party will turn up to eleven.

author's note: well how'd I do? did I miss any songs? also, there is a severe lack of variety in the GIFs out there for Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback. someone pls helppppp.

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