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Ahhhh I have to many planed out fanfics and I don’t know what to write (I know such a terrible problem) but I need your guys help picking

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Screenshots I took from Danny's tiktok live

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This is so sweet! I love it so much! 🥺💗

I also really loved the interaction between reader and Rooster!

His face softened. “Why? You know I always come back.”

🥺

He looked down at her and chuckled. “What can I say? I was too excited to see my girl. Forgot it.” He said softly 

Aww 🥹

Could you write something about Bob Floyd and his wife? Because of his job, he has to spend months apart. So when they sees him again, they can't help but jump on him and kiss him needily (because I would do it if he were my husband).

YES OF COURSE!!!! I love fics where they reunite :3

This Kiss (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: You thought that Bob's deployments would get easier after getting married. But with this most recent one, you find yourself a nervous wreck to be reunited with him. WORD COUNT: 1.2k (Sorry it's shorter than my usual!) WARNINGS: Established relationship. Kissing. SLIGHTEST angst/anxiety. NOTES: You gotta listen to This Kiss by Faith Hill while reading it. (If you've seen the scene from Practical Magic, you know what I'm talking about) MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Saying goodbye never got easier. Y/n had assumed that being married would make saying goodbye to her husband Bob a more usual happenstance. But this mission had proved her wrong. The goodbye had been just as hard as the first time.

She felt that she should be used to it by now. Yet, whether he was being sent on a mission for a few days or deployed for months, every goodbye was filled with tears. It left her with anxiety that ate at her chest, and rendered her useless in the first few days after. 

It was the first long-distance mission that Bob had been assigned since getting married a few months back. This time, Bob had been gone for two months. Out on a carrier in the middle of god knows where, he couldn’t tell her any of the mission details. But she didn’t want to hear them anyway. Anytime she heard about the details, the impossibilities, and the risks, it made her sick to her stomach. 

Two months wasn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. Especially nowadays, since Bob could have his phone. He’d be able to FaceTime her maybe once or twice a week. Granted, cell service was few and far between, and there were times when he’d go radio silent. But she just had to trust that he’d come back, which was the hardest thing you could ask a person to do.

As she got ready that afternoon, she felt this horrifying sense of dread course through her. Bob hadn’t contacted her directly in a week, yet the homecoming was today. What that could possibly mean scared her to her bones.

She reminded herself that she hadn’t gotten that call. She didn’t have any sergeants knocking at her door with a folded flag. But that didn’t ease her worries. Bob could be dying as she put on her white sundress, and she still wouldn’t know until he was in a body bag.

Y/n secretly hated homecomings. She didn’t want to wait for the music to play. She didn’t want to wait with all the excited families. She wanted her husband. The smell of the seaport gave her a headache, and the heat always got to her as she stood out in the sun for what felt like eternity. Maybe it was because she had no one else. When the Dagger Squad was gone on missions, she was left behind. It had been difficult to make friends of her own now that she was an adult. So when this time always came around, she was alone in the crowd. And she was not only hoping for her husband's return, but for the group of aviators that she had grown attached to. 

Standing out at the edge of the shipyard, she looked up at the gigantic hunk of metal that was the carrier. Tall and flat, she tried to get a good look at the soldiers in uniform. But they were too far away to distinguish anybody. 

Her hands shook, and she looked anxiously around, waiting for them to start coming down.

“First time?” An older woman stood next to her and asked lightly. Must be one of the Dagger Squad’s moms.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, but uh- first since getting married this year.” She explained.

“That’s a rough one.” She chuckled and saw the worried expression, “Oh, you’ll be just fine. You’re here!” 

She nodded. It was true. She had made it all the way to the homecoming event with no scary phone calls. 

Rooster was the first one she saw strutting down. The people cheered, and she watched as Rooster in his dress blues reunited with his mom. She wanted to go up and hug him. Ask him about Bob. But she couldn’t interrupt that sort of thing. 

So she continued to watch with her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as they all came out one or two at a time. Phoenix. Hangman. Payback… Fanboy. Her heart was slowly sinking in her chest. Even Maverick had already come down and reunited with Penny. Where the hell was Bob?

Rooster walked over to her with an unreadable expression, and she looked at him, horrified. “What? What? What’s going on?”

He put his hands up, confused, “Woah woah woah- what do you mean?”

“Where’s my husband?” 

Rooster chuckled, and the grip on her heart lightened.

“Relax, Mrs. Floyd.” Rooster said teasingly, “He forgot his nametag under his bunk.”

“Wha-” Her head whipped around to see Bob rushing down the carrier steps, clearly frazzled. She covered her mouth in relief and immediately went towards him.

The sunset had turned the sky orange, and a cool sea breeze ran through the shipyard. Since all the other families had already reunited with their loved ones, the space was clear as Bob stepped down the last step. He looked up to see Y/n speed walking toward him from a distance. The breeze lifted her dress and hair, and she looked straight from a painting with that sun behind her. The best image a man could see first thing home. 

She naturally started to run a little. Tears sprang in her eyes as she saw his face brighten and him start walking faster toward her. Seeing him in his dress blues and those familiar wire frames, she couldn’t get to him fast enough. 

Next thing she knew, she was practically jumping Bob, but he was prepared. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her steady as they pressed their lips together. The familiar scent of his detergent filled her nostrils, and it calmed her rushing emotions. His hands ran up her back, clinging onto her like she could disappear any moment. People clapped at the sight of them, and she felt a sense of embarrassment. She wished they could’ve been alone for this, but she understood people were just celebrating. He spun her around at the sound of the applause, and she couldn’t help but laugh against his lips. When he pulled back and set her down, he noticed the tears streaming down her face. He gently put his hand up and cupped her cheek. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, using his thumb to swipe the tears away.

She shook her head and let out a dry laugh. “Nothing. I just got real scared there for a moment.” She felt a little embarrassed for being such a mess after so many of these now.

His face softened. “Why? You know I always come back.”

“No texts or calls in a bit and- and- you came out later than everyone else. I don’t know.” 

He pulled her in for a tighter embrace and kissed her head. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t have service. Then the latter, well… that was just me being an idiot.”

“I’m glad you found your nametag.”

He looked down at her and chuckled. “What can I say? I was too excited to see my girl. Forgot it.” He said softly 

Their eyes locked, and she cupped his face. His familiar square jawline rested softly in her hands, and his gorgeous cobalt blue eyes shone against the coming twilight hour. She laughed in relief, and he gave her his typical small crooked smile. 

And she pulled him in for the first kiss of many that night. 

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Home

Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

Summary: After an exhausting day at the base Bob and you drive to his apartment. When you called his place your home without realizing it, Bob ask you to move in with him.

Word Count: 1250

A/N: Hey! This is my second Bob Floyd fanfic, I hope you like it! If you would like to check out my other Bob fanfic you can find it here. 💗

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

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It was a hard day at work for all of you. Especially for you, Hangman and Rooster who ended up doing two hundred push-ups. Rooster and Hangman finished earlier than you. Before Rooster left, he gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as silent support, knowing you only had a few more left as well. After they left Bob walked over to you and sat down in front of you, giving you a soft smile. As you began to hit the limit of your push-ups you got more strenuous. You got tired, but you both knew that you could do a few more.

“Keep going baby, you’re almost there. Just a few more.” Bob praised and you began to smile as you heard his soft voice. He began to grin as he saw your smile.

“Sweetheart you’re doing so good.” Bob whispered with a smile. After you managed the last few push-ups, you let out a shaky breath as you sit down beside Bob.

“You did so great baby.” He said and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He reached for your hand and intertwined it with his.

“Thank you for waiting for me.” You said, knowing that some of the others had already left after finishing their training.

“Anytime.” Bob said.

“Let’s go, shall we?” Bob asked and you nodded. You quickly got changed in the dressing room and then walked across the navy base to Bob’s car. As you reached his car Bob opened the passenger door for you, and you smiled at him. Bob walked over to the driver’s side and sat down. He looked over at you with a slightly worried look.

“You doing aright, sweetheart?” Bob asked and reached for your hand.

“Yeah, just a bit tired and exhausted.” You said and Bob gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You can relax soon.” Bob said and kissed the back of your hand. Then he started to drive in the direction of his apartment. You don’t live together but you spend most of your time at his place. Bob didn’t bother to ask if you would like to spend time at his apartment, already knowing you would say yes. The drive to his apartment was filled with the music that was coming from the radio. You didn’t talk much because you were feeling exhausted and Bob understood. He gave you some soft smiles throughout the drive.

After a while you arrived at his apartment. Bob parked his car at an empty parking spot and then looked over to you.

“I hope you don’t mind staying at my apartment.” Bob asked as he fixed his glasses.

“No, of course not.” You said and Bob was relieved. He smiled at you and reached over to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s go inside so we can relax.” Bob said and you nodded. After Bob got out of the car he walked over to your side and opened the door for you. As soon as you climbed out of the car he reached for your hand and intertwined it with his. While you walked to his apartment building you were leaning into him a bit, because you were tired and feeling a bit sore. Bob gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before he opened his apartment door.

As you walk into his apartment you let out a soft sigh.

“Finally, home.” You mumbled, not realizing that you just called Bob’s apartment your home. But Bob did and it immediately made him smile. It made him feel warm in his chest to know that you felt so comfortable at his place that you called it your home. You let out another sigh as you finish taking off your shoes. Bob chuckled and hugged you from behind, giving you a kiss against your neck.

“Let’s get you to bed, so we can cuddle, sweetheart.” Bob mumbled.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and Bob began to lead you to his room. Bob knew how tired you were because of the training and the push-ups. It made him want to just pick you up and carry you to bed but he knew you would protest, so he just held your hand as you both walked to his room.

“I’m gonna change my clothes real quick.” You said and Bob nodded.

“Of course, go ahead sweetheart.” Bob said knowing that you preferred to relax in some comfortable clothes. He sat down on the bed while you walked over to his closet. You looked through his closet and picked out a T-shirt of his and shorts. Bob loves when you’re wearing his clothes, he thinks that you look so adorable. Bob couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms and cuddle with you. He sat there with a smile and waited patiently for you to get changed. When you finished chancing your clothes you turned around and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his cheek and kissed him. He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. After you ended the kiss, he laid his forehead against yours and looked at you once more.

“You look so adorable in my clothes, sweetheart.” Bob said with a smile, and you giggled, which made his smile grow bigger.

“Let’s cuddle.” Bob whispered into your ear, and you nodded. You both made yourself comfortable in bed. Bob wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled closer to him. He started to play with your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead.

When Bob held you in his arms as you moved even more closer to him, he found himself reflecting on earlier when you called his apartment your “home”, it meant so much to him hearing you say that. The words were stuck in his head, and he couldn’t shake the feeling away of you moving in with him. You were already spending most of your time here at his home, so why don’t you make it your home too, right? Bob tightened his arm around you and a smile started to appear on his face as he thought about living with you, getting to wake up with you in his arms every day, going to sleep with you in his arms every day, cooking with you and being able to kiss you whenever he wants.

“Sweetheart?” Bob asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, honey?” You said and Bob blushed when you called him honey. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Earlier when we walked in, you called my place your home.” Bob whispered and you stopped for a moment, realization hits you.

“Oh, did I say that out loud.” You mumbled and Bob chuckled.

“You did, sweetheart and I loved hearing you say that. It made me wonder if you would like to move in with me. So, you can properly call it your home.” Bob said looked at you hoping that you would say yes.

“Are you sure about that, you know I can be a bit chaotic sometimes.” You said and Bob chuckled.

“I don’t care about that sweetheart. I just want to have you here with me, all the time” You began to smile.

“Then I would love to move in with you.” You said and Bob’s smile began to grow.

“That makes me so happy, you make me so happy.” He said and pulled you into another passionate kiss.

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Omg, this is so sweet!!

I love the interactions with the dagger squad so much. It's also so cute how they gave reader the callsign sweetheart🥰

Bob is so cute 😍

“I’m proud of you sweetie, my loving sweetheart… I know you may think it’s stupid, but this was a big step and I loved seeing you get along with my friends, seeing my favorite people interact together and get along… it made my day and that was all thanks to you Sweetheart so thank you.” Bob said, holding you close. He then leaned down and kissed your forehead “I”, he then pressed a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose “love” and finally a gentle loving kiss to your lips “You” he mumbled into your mouth

This moment is so adorable! 😍🥺

Callsign: Sweetheart

Summary: You finally agree to meet the famous dagger squad aka your boyfriends "family" here in California. and you are nervous. what if you are too much- what if you make a bad impression- what if they don't like you- but most importantly why the hell are they all calling you sweetheart..?

or meeting the rest of the dagger squad and finding out your new "Callsign"

Contains: Bob Floyd X reader, established relationship, fem reader, first time meeting the dagger squad, reader has anxiety, little hurt lots of comfort

Warning: Warnings: Swearing and angsty; Reader has a lot of self doubt and anxiety that they struggle with. (What...defiantly not based off of my own fears what....)

Notes: This Is a prequel to Oh That Stupid Bottle~ (Arabella) you don't need to read both but it's nice to just see similarities in the story and noticing references but you don't NEED to read both, they could be read separate. -Iris/Mars ♥️

Words: 2.3k

It was going to be the first time ever meeting Bob's friends and you were nervous. You sat in the passenger seat of his pick up truck twiddling with the hem of your dress. The dagger squad weren’t just his coworkers, these people mattered to Bob. They were like his family, especially out here in California away from his real family in Montanna. *What if they didn’t like you…what if you just didn’t get along what would you do? Would that screw everything, who would he pick…* You panic in your head, your breathing starting to pick up.

Bob turned to face you briefly, having noticed your breathing pick up and your nervous hands. “Sweatheart, I promise they already love you, I've told them enough about you that they are dying to meet you, it will be ok sweetie.” Bob said softly resting one hand on top of yours to try to calm your nervous shaky hands.

You have been dating Bob for around 3 months and it's been going perfect. He's your dream guy; kind, caring, smart and funny in ways no one expects with these random sarcastic quips with perfect comedic timing. And he wants to finally introduce you to the Dagger Squad. You have heard enough about them from his stories of work to know all their names –well callsigns– and the general gist of their personalities. And according to him he’s talked about you enough for them to ‘already love you and desperate to meet you’ –his words– but you were always hesitant until tonight when you decided to try and be brave and agreed to go. Only now on the way there you are starting to regret saying yes.

“Hey and worst comes to worst –which it won’t– we can just go home, cuddle up in bed and watch Lord of the rings like we have been meaning to do for weeks” Bob said giving your hand a quick squeeze. It was the way he said home referring to his apartment. But he made it sound like *your* home, as if the apartment belongs to the both of you. That's what made you decide you will try, you will try to be friendly and social and make a good impression for his friends, because they were important to Bob and Bob was important to you.

“Ok…I’ll try- I just…want this to be perfect, I want them to like me” you mumble softly looking out the car window avoiding his eyes.

“I know you do sweetie, and it will be perfect or well not perfect, Nothing is perfect with this group but it will go well sweetheart” Bob said in a light hearted manner, lifting your intertwined hands and kissing the back of your, as he pulled into the parking lot of The Hard Deck.

~~~

Inside the Hard Deck you notice how packed and loud the building is causing you to slightly shift behind Bob, who still has your hand clutched in his feeling like the only thing grounding you and preventing you from bolting. He leads you to the back of the bar towards the group of navy fighter pilots in matching uniforms to the one your boyfriend is wearing.

“As I live and breathe! Baby on Board is late for the first time in his life!” Called a loud voice, you turn and see a tall blonde man carrying around of beers with a giant smirk on his face, you can easily guess based on the nickname and description this is Hangman —he was the one you were most worried about meeting— “And he’s got a Babe with him~”

This earned a glare from Bob. “This is Bagman or also known as Jake” Bob introduced as they walked to the table. “I could have never guessed” You snickered intending for only Bob to hear.

“Oooo sting! I’ve apparently got a reputation” Hangman teased, setting down the tray of drinks on the table where most sat around. He then nudged you in the side and shot you a wink. You just awkwardly smile, face flushed from him hearing your comment.

“Yeah we all know damn well about your reputation” called another man laughing and moving from the pool table to grab a beer. “That's Javy or Coyote,” Bob said, pointing towards the man. Coyote raised his beer in greeting and you just waved shyly.

“Wow! Is it our lucky day?! Do we finally get to meet the famous Sweetheart our Bobby Bob is so fond of!” Another man, this one shorter than the rest, walks over with his drink and holds out his hand “Micky, or fanboy! One of Bob’s fellow Wizzos and best friends.” “Umm HI.” You shake his hand smiling but a bit confused. *sweetheart? Wizzos??* Bob notices your confused face and whispers in your ear. “Wizzos is just what we refer to WSOs as, and for the sweetheart thing I'm- im not sure” He said, also a bit confused.

Bob went around introducing the rest of the Daggers. Payback -or reuben- was over talking with Fanboy about some movie. Halo, Yale, Omaha and Fritz were all at the booth drinking their beer. “And I don’t know where-”

“Is this THE Sweetheart?!” Yet another man interrupts whatever Bob was going to say. This man was in a Hawaiian shirt which causes you to instantly place him as Rooster, another one of Bob's closer friends in the squad. He walks over from the jukebox with a short brunette haired girl who you also instantly place, Phoenix. As in Bob’s Pilot… as in Natasha, His best friend –no offense to Mickey- You take it back Nat was the one you were most nervous to meet.

“Umm Hi,” You say, trying to make eye contact, fiddling with your dress. You can't help but feel nervous again and a bit overwhelmed, thoughts racing from your anxiety. “I think that’s me?” You try to laugh, still confused by the nickname.

“Yeah, why do you guys keep calling her Sweetheart-” Bob said, brows furrowed, more confused than annoyed at the affectionate name.

“Cause it’s her Callsign!” Fanboy interjected moving away from Payback to join this conversation.

My- My callsign?” You ask, confused looking around at the others.

“Yep! Bob being Bob was always so secretive and never told us your name, only referred to you as my sweetheart, or sweetheart, hell it even sweetheart in his contacts. So we just call you sweetheart when referring to you.” Phoenix explained joining the conversation. “We can change it if you would like, we just figured it would be easier than saying Bob’s girl everytime.” She said handing you a beer, which you gladly accepted.

“No it’s fine, I just didn’t expect to get a callsign so soon or even at all.” You explain trying not to be too excited at the inclusion.

“Of course girly, You are important to Bob so you are important to us, and as one of us now you all need a callsign” Phoenix said with a genuine smile on her face.

~~~

You eventually get the courage to leave Bob's side and go talk with Phoenix –who you find is way easier to talk with than you expected– you tell her all about you and your job and she tells you about herself in return. And it’s just easy talking to her. That's how it is with all of the dagger squad, and you quickly realize why these people are so important to your boyfriend. Because for as much as they give each other shit for every little time you can tell none of it’s serious and how much the team trusts and respects each other. And you start to wish you hadn’t denied their offer to come out up until then. They all make sure to talk to you, and include you in the conversations, clarify when needed and let you in on inside jokes even if you don’t fully understand. They never make you feel like an outsider, like you don’t belong.

“I’m really glad he has you,” Phoenix said after a pause in the conversation. You cock your head a bit confused not fully paying attention. “I just mean, he- Bob’s a good guy, the best guy I’ve ever met and we have all known him for a while and… tonight, here with you is the happiest I have ever seen him. And I’m just glad he has you, and that man loves you! Absolutely head over heels in love!” Phoenix explained as you both turn to watch Bob who blushes under your gaze and gives a little wave.

“Really..?” You asked, returning Bob’s wave with your own. Phoenix nods and takes a sip of her drink. “I’m lucky to have him…he always encourages me, he never pushes me but encourages me to try, makes me feel i can step out and try new things, even with my overthinking and constant anxiety.” You say still looking over at him. “Like tonight, I didn’t want to really come, I just- i don’t know it’s stupid but i have so much unnecessary anxiety when it comes to meeting new people and you all are so important to him and it… just scared me so much I kept denying the invitation-” You admit looking down at your drink.

“I know,” Phoenix said simply. Your shock is clear on your face which causes Phoenix to laugh slightly. “Bob told us the second time we asked. He never went into personal details, he just was clear enough on the fact you really wanted to but just were unable due to personal issues and how it was nothing against us. So we kept asking if you wanted to come but never pressed him for more details.” She quickly explained to try to ease you. “He talks about you a lot though, for as secretive or well more like protective of you I should say. He talks about how happy you make him feel, how much he loves you, how he feels you are everything he needs in life” she said smiling. “You bring out the best in him, and it’s nice to see him so happy.”

~~~

Bob watches you from his conversation with Fanboy and Payback. He’s so proud of you and how far you have progressed tonight. He could tell by the straight posture you were still nervous but your face gave away your enjoyment to finally have met his ‘Navy Family’ and how relieved you were to be getting along with them. You fit in so naturally here with Bob and the rest of the daggers while drinking, playing pool and picking on who made the most recent dumb comment. And Bob knew with a little time you could feel safe here and open up fully without any fear of being ‘too much’ –though Bob thought you were never ‘too much’ ,you were everything to him–

~~~

After an hour or so of conversation you were starting to feel a bit drained and left Phoenix to walk over to find Bob. needing to just know he was around –he never failed to make you feel better–

You see him standing watching Hangman and coyote play darts and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face against his back. “Hi…” You mumble into his shirt.

“Hi Sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He asked softly to make sure you were ok while squeezing your hand.

“Just…needed to be near you,” you mumble as he spun around to face you pulling you into a hug. You both stood there wrapped around each other. You felt a familiar sense of calm wash over you just as it always did when you were in his arms. You were safe. You were loved. You were NEVER too much, not to him, not while in his arms.

“I’m proud of you sweetie, my loving sweetheart… I know you may think it’s stupid, but this was a big step and I loved seeing you get along with my friends, seeing my favorite people interact together and get along… it made my day and that was all thanks to you Sweetheart so thank you.” Bob said, holding you close. He then leaned down and kissed your forehead “I”, he then pressed a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose “love” and finally a gentle loving kiss to your lips “You” he mumbled into your mouth.

You were WEAK! Absolutely weak in the knees! You probably would have fallen, legs giving out if it wasn’t for how he held you pressed against him. It was so sweet, so perfect, it was so Bob. You could just feel every ounce of love for you in those three little kisses and words to match. You blush furiously and continue to kiss him, not really caring who saw.

You pulled away staring up at Bob’s beautiful blue eyes, both your faces still aflame and bright red. You kissed one of his cheeks. “I”, you kiss his nose “love”, then his other cheek “you”, “too” you whisper before going back to kiss him.

You pull away again once you hear someone –definitely one of the daggers– whistling and cheering you guys on. You look up at Bob and laugh at the fact that surprisingly you still had lipstick on, and it was now all over Bob’s face where you had kissed him. This included twin lipstick kiss marks on his cheeks. “Sorry about that you” You whisper going to try and wipe them away before he stops you. “I’m not, lets everyone know i’m yours~ and I wouldn't change it for the world”

Sequel: Oh That Stupid Bottle~ (Arabella)

More notes: I Intended for this to be a short couple hundred word fanfic but then it suddenly changed into this with way more interactions with the dagger squad then planned but either way I hope you enjoyed the prequel to Oh That Stupid Bottle~ (Arabella). Please feel free to write any comments on the story or try leave a suggestion of what you may want me to write! I love you all thanks for reading -Iris/Mars <3

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This is so good!!

I love how they got closer to each other but then the ending happened....🥺🥺

I hope there will be a happy end for them

Look at You

Summary: After waking up in Joaquin's arms, you've been having dreams about your enemy/frenemy and things start to get a little more complicated.

Warnings: bickering, knife thrown, shooting, unrequited love(or is it?), drinking, kinda small sex dream but not explicit, anxiety, overthinking, arguing, angst

A/n: I had this idea as soon as I posted part 1 but then I heard this song and wanted to base it more off of it. Around the second dream is when the song actually comes in to play. Also this took a lot out of me and I'm really proud of it (pls don't let this flop 🙏)

Part 1

Joaquin's face moves closer to yours, you can feel his breath against your skin. His touch sends jolts of electricity through your veins. The hairs on your arms stand up as he runs his fingers along them.

You feel him everywhere despite him barely touching you. "Do you want this?" He whispers. You swallow as your mouth suddenly goes dry.

You nod, you shouldn't want this but you do. His lips quirk up just a bit as he leans in closer. His lips graze yours and you hold your breath in anticipation. Just as your lips were finally about to touch-

"Wake up!" Your eyes shoot open when a pillow is thrown at your face. You sit up on your elbows to glare down the very man you were just dreaming about. "You look like shit." He chuckles at your clearly restless state.

Ever since that day you woke up in Joaquin's arms, you haven't been able to sleep well. He haunts you both when you're awake and when you're asleep. You want to strangle him to death in the day but kiss him til your lips fall off at night. It's pure torture!

You give him a fake smile, "can't look any worse than you." You grab another pillow from your bed and chuck it at his face. You don't bother hiding your smirk when it actually does hit him. "How the hell did you get in my room anyway?"

He holds up a key card with a smug smirk, "Sam gave me a spare." You roll your eyes and throw the sheets off to get out of bed. Joaquin's eyes trail down your sleep attire which consists of an oversized top with the neckline cut so it hangs off your shoulder and a pair of shorts.

You catch his gaze lingering around the bottom hem of your shirt and give him a weird look. "What?"

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"I am?" You lift up your shirt to reveal the small pair of shorts. At the reveal of more skin, Joaquin's breath catches in his throat which he disguises as a cough.

His eyes snap back up to yours and he shrugs, "whatever. Hurry up and get ready so we can go home." He walks out the door, his energy a little more tense than when he walked in. You don't think much of it and start changing your clothes.

You meet the rest of the group in the lobby so you can head to the car together. "Ugh I can't wait to sleep in my own bed!" Joaquin groans, stretching his body as he prepares himself to be stuck in a car for a six hour drive.

Normally, you would hate to agree with him but you had to admit, the hotel room beds were nowhere near as comfortable as your own. You also missed your abundance of fuzzy soft blankets.

"Stay on your side of the seat this time!" You roll your eyes as you get in the car. Behind your back, Joaquin mocks you in silence, mouthing your words dramatically along with animated gestures with his hand.

"Behave you two. We've had to deal with enough of your shit this trip." Sam warns you both. He sounded like such a dad which made you bite back a smirk.

-

After a long, much needed rest day, you're back at the compound to do more work. The four of you had a meeting debriefing about the mission. There was some data that needed to be downloaded which was gonna take a few hours.

You spin around in your chair at your desk, bored out of your mind. You hold your stomach when it starts to growl from hunger. You pull out your phone, "I'm gonna order some food on doordash. Do you guys want anything?" You speak into the air.

Joaquin turns in his chair to face you, "Ooo I want–"

"Not you." You interrupt with mocked seriousness. His face falls and you roll your eyes as you try to fight back your teasing grin. "Fiiiine what do you want?"

After you put in the order, it says it'll be ready in about 20 minutes. "I'll just wait for the food outside, I need the fresh air anyway." You stand up from your chair and furrow your brows when you see Joaquin do the same.

"I'll come with you."

You raise a brow and place your hand on your hip. "Why? You think I can't handle it by myself?"

He rolls his eyes, "No I just think it'd be safer with two people. I may not like you all that much but I'm no monster. Besides, Sam and Bucky would kill me if you got hurt."

You give him a fake smile and pat his chest, "Nice to know you have a heart Torres." When the two of you walk out, you scan the area and lean on the wall of the building.

"When did you say the food should be here?"

You check the text again, "mmm fifteen minutes now." Joaquin nods, looking at the surrounding area while you scroll on your phone.

Joaquin's face drops when he sees someone peak up from the roof of a nearby building. "Watch out!" He wraps his arms around you and swings his body to the side, moving just in time to dodge a knife someone had thrown.

"Shit!" The two of you run to hide behind the nearby trees as the mysterious figure begins shooting at you. "I don't have anything on me! Do you?"

"No!" You frantically reply back.

Joaquin spots a trash can nearby and grabs the lid to use as a shield. He throws it and it completely flies to the side before crash landing in the street. "Nice going dumbass!" You yell as you duck for better cover.

"How the fuck does Sam do that?!" Joaquin exclaims as he follows your lead.

"Sam has a vibranium shield, that was a crappy trash can lid! They're not the same!" You scoff with an eyeroll.

"I'm gonna call Sam!" Just as Joaquin takes his phone out, the front door of the building slams open and out comes Sam and Bucky. Sam holds up his shield to block the bullets while Bucky runs to the building.

Sam hides behind a tree before throwing his shield at the shooter, knocking his gun out of his hand. Bucky appears next to the guy and punches him unconscious.

You and Joaquin slowly peak your heads up from the concrete bench you were hiding behind to see if the coast is clear. You jump when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn around to see the doordash driver holding out your food with an awkward smile.

You take it from him with shaky hands and thank him. You throw your head back against the cement with a breathless groan. "Fuck...I don't think I'm hungry anymore."

"Who the hell was that?" Joaquin asks, all of you back inside after Sam's navy friend had taken the shooter into their custody.

"One of Sidewinder's men. He must have escaped and followed us all the way back here." Sam replies, his arms crossed over his chest.

"How could we have missed him?" You ask. "You said so yourself that Red Wing didn't detect anyone else in the building."

"I'm not sure. But I'm taking the first flight tomorrow to talk to him." Sam moves to his wardrobe to pack all the gear he may need.

Joaquin sits up in his seat, "wait what? By yourself?"

"No, Bucky will be coming with me."

You glance at Bucky, then Joaquin, then back to Sam. "And what are we supposed to do?" You gesture to you and Joaquin.

"I need you two to look further into the package we got. We might be dealing with something bigger than we expected." Sam's voice sounds uncertain and nervous which does not ease your nerves whatsoever.

Him and Bucky exit the room, leaving only you and Joaquin remaining. You glance over to Joaquin who is already typing away at his computer. Your gaze flickers from him to your own screen, back to him. You lick your lips, debating whether you should speak up or not.

He turns around with raised brows when you tap on his shoulder. "Hey uh I just wanted to say thank you...for coming out with me earlier and y'know... saving me." You say quietly but just loud enough for him to hear. "If it weren't for you, I probably would've been a goner." You give him a small smile.

He nods, the corners of his lips just barely lifting. "Yeah, of course." This was the longest the two of you had talked without any sort of annoying banter. It was strange but also sort of nice. He looks at you as if he were waiting for you to say anything else since you're just standing there. "Is that it?"

"Oh uh yeah! Yeah that's it." You turn your body to walk away and he resumes his work on his computer. You're about halfway to back to your desk when you turn back around. "Actually, would you maybe want to get a drink? My treat, since you saved me and all."

Joaquin's eyes widen, not expecting you to willingly ask to spend time with him. "U-uh sure!" He stutters out. "I can use a drink." His mind seems to click back to normal when his lips quirk up to a teasing grin, "I mean if you're paying." He shrugs and you roll your eyes before returning to your desk.

-

"Damn I needed this!" He sighs before taking a big gulp of his drink.

"Especially after the day we had." You tilt your glass towards him and he nods before clinking his with yours.

"Do you think Sam and Bucky are dating?" Joaquin asks as you take a sip.

"Oh for sure!" You firmly nod with confidence as if the answer was already clear. "Have you seen the way they look at each other? So fucking obvious."

Joaquin shrugs in agreement, "that's true. Not to mention their occasional bantering. They're like an old married couple." He chuckles.

"They really are," you chuckle along. The two of you fall silent once more, the music filling in the quiet void between you.

You try not to get caught as your eyes trail along his body. He wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just a casual t-shirt with a flannel over it. And yet you couldn't help but think about how good he looked right now.

You found yourself squirming in your seat and you knew you had to get away from him for a bit. "Um I'll be right back, I'm just gonna use the restroom." Joaquin nods before taking another sip of his drink.

When you enter the bathroom, you check yourself out in the mirror. You looked flushed, whether it was from the alcohol or being in Joaquin's presence, you weren't quite sure. You've still been having dreams about him every night and each one keeps getting more and more intimate.

Whenever you looked at Joaquin, it was in disgust, annoyance, irritation. But now, you try not to get shy from the way he smiles smugly, or the way his arms would flex as he typed away at his computer. And God the way it felt being wrapped in his arms when he moved you out of the way from that knife.

You smack your hands over your face and drag them down your cheeks. "What the hell is wrong with me?" You mutter to yourself.

When you walk back out, you see Joaquin smiling down at his phone. "What's got you all smiley?" You ask as you slide back in your seat next to him.

"Pfft none of your business." He scoffs with an eye roll. Based on his tone, you can tell that he meant no harm behind his words. "Anyway it's getting late, we should probably head out."

"Yeah you're probably right." You reach in your purse to retrieve your wallet but his hand stops you. His warm hand that sent shocks of electricity up your spine.

"Don't worry about it, I got it."

"Are you sure? I said it's my treat."

"You already bought lunch earlier, I got it." He hands the bartender his card and you close your purse. His hand leaves yours and you instantly feel the urge to pull it back to feel the warmth again.

"Thanks Joaquin."

After he gets his card back, he walks you out. You try not to think too much about it, he's just leaving at the same time after all. Besides, it's safer walking out together, especially after what happened earlier. 

But yet your heart can't help but melt a little bit at the kind gesture. 

-

You feel goosebumps rise along your skin as he runs his fingertips down your bare waist. "You're so beautiful, so goddamn beautiful." He whispers against your jaw.

You throw your head back against the soft pillows as he leaves love bites down your neck and clavicle. Your body was on fire from his mere touch alone. You cling onto him like you never wanted to let go. As if he would disappear if you did.

"I- I love you Joaquin."

You jolt out of sleep, your heart racing and your forehead sweaty. You check the time on your phone to see that it's 3 am. You lean forward, your head falling in your hands as you let out a groan. You fall back on the bed, trying to catch your breath while your mind replays your dream over and over again.

This is awful. You did an awful thing just now. Falling in love with Joaquin, that annoying asshole, in a dream. It wasn't real but God did it feel real. Everything was so clear, your skin still burned from the things you did.

He was so gentle and kind, completely different from the Joaquin you know in real life. Is one night out for drinks with him really all it took to catch feelings? How pathetic.

Sure you've dreamed about him before but never about...love.

You didn't have any more dreams after you fell back asleep— which took a while since you tried to slow your racing heartbeat. Which only meant that you would be thinking about that singular dream— no, nightmare— all day.

You dreaded going into work knowing you'd be seeing him.

You kept your head low as you entered your shared office, pretending to be interested in the totally real text conversation you're currently having with your calculator. Joaquin turns around at the sound of your footsteps, "oh hey!"

"Hey!" You only glance up at him for only a split second, not wanting to see his face and triggering your flashbacks of last night. Unfortunately that didn't work as quick moments of him in your dream flashed in your head— the way he touched you, the way he whispered praises in your ear. You felt your body getting warm and you hoped he didn't notice how flushed you are.

'Don't mind my face! It's flushed but it's fine!' You yell at him in your head.

Throughout the day, you struggle to keep your eyes focused on the screen in front of you, always wanting to linger back to the man across from you. His posture seemed so much more relaxed compared to your stiff back. You decided you needed a break so you got up to get a cup of coffee.

As you stir your cream and sugar, in walks Joaquin and you close your eyes. You tried to ignore how close he was in the small confinement of the room. You almost yelped when he brushed your waist as he reached for the sugar next to you. You begged him in your head not to do it again or you swear you'll probably lose your mind.

Oh how you wish you could unsee the vision of him last night. You hated how the image of him with you has distorted how you look at him now. Before last night, you never even wanted to look at Joaquin, let alone like that! But now, how can you not?

After hours of sitting at your desk, your back began to ache so you decided to sit on the comfy couch in the office instead. You tried to doomscroll on your phone but your eyes always drifted up to the man still working at his desk, completely oblivious to the raging storm going on inside your head all because of him.

You started to feel like you were suffocating as your mind began flooding with thoughts of him. The longer you stared, the more frustrated you got as you willed him to read your mind so you don't have to say anything.

'Maybe it would just be easier not to look at him.' You thought to yourself. 'I can do that! From now on, I won't look at you Joaquin....but oh my god! Just look at you!'

Later that night when you got home, you called your best friend immediately to tell her your dilemma. "I told him I loved him!" You shout as soon as she answers.

"Wait what?! Who?"

"Joaquin! I told him I loved him in my dream last night and I've been a complete mess all day!" You slap a hand on your forehead and flop down on your couch.

"Joaquin Torres? The guy you're working with and lowkey have beef with?"

"Yes," you sigh. "It all started a couple weeks ago on a mission and long story short, we had to share a bed and we woke up cuddling. Ever since then I've been having dreams about him but I've never once dreamed about being in love with him!” You let out a defeated sigh, "I just don't know what to do."

"Well, do you like him?"

"No! Definitely not!" You let out an exaggerated fake laugh at the idea. "I don't know actually." That thought scares you. You've always known where you stand with Joaquin and how you felt about him— annoyance with mutual respect. But now that you're feeling conflicted, you're terrified.

"Okayyyy hm... oh I know! Let's make a pros and cons list!" She suggests.

"A pros and cons list?"

"Yeah! For the pros, write what good can come with being in a relationship with him and for the cons, write what would be awful. This can help weigh the odds."

That's not a bad idea. But the two of you have just started becoming somewhat friends recently. Is confessing to him worth losing what you've got? What you've worked so hard for?

"Sure, we can try that." You grab a piece of paper and a pen and begin making the list.

At the end when you ran out of ideas, the pros had just barely beat the cons. But that doesn't mean you're actually gonna say something. There's no way in hell you would ever confess to Joaquin Torres that you even slightly have a crush on him.

After ending the call, you toss your phone on the couch cushion beside you. You close your eyes and lean your head on the back of the couch. You could almost fall asleep, so close to finally silencing the spiraling storm in your head right now.

Your head shoots up when you hear a knock on your door. You check the time, it's late. You're not expecting any visitors. You slowly and quietly tiptoe towards the door, but not before grabbing a knife. It could possibly be another one of Sidewinders men coming after you, you're not taking any chances.

You check the peephole and immediately put the knife down. "Joaquin? What are you doing here?" You ask when you swing the door open.

"I forgot to give you back your charger," he holds up the white cord and you take it.

"Thanks." You give him a tight lipped smile and place it on the small table next to you. You furrow your brows when you take in the nice attire he's wearing. "Where are you heading off to?"

You soon regret asking that question when he ends up dropping the bomb.

"Oh, I have a date!"

You almost choke on saliva at his confession. You hope that he doesn't notice the shift in your demeanor or the way your eyes slowly become glassy. And if he does notice, you pray to God he doesn't push or you'll actually cry.

You swallow the pain with a gulp. "A date?" You try to ignore the way your heart drops and your throat starts to close up.

"Remember that day we went to the bar? Just the two of us?" You've lost your ability to speak, your throat too tight for any words to escape, so you just nod. "While you were in the bathroom, I ended up talking to a cute girl and we exchanged numbers." Ah so that's why he was smiling down at his phone.

Well fuck.

"Wow!" Is all you say in response, still at a loss for words. You wince at the slight crack in your voice. 

"Don't act so surprised" he scoffs with an eye roll.

"I just can't believe someone would want to date you!" You say in astonishment, trying to pretend that you didn't just feel your heart break a tiny bit.

"Hey just because you're the only woman I see the most, that doesn't mean I can't flirt. Anyway," he checks his watch, "I'm gonna be late. Thanks again for letting me use your charger."

You nod with a smile and close the door, both literally and metaphorically speaking. As soon as the door clicks, you slide down it until you're sitting on the floor. Joaquin just got a girl, and it's not you. You woke up too late.

'Story of my fucking life!'

But it's fine! You're okay! You were never going to tell him about how you felt anyway! Now you definitely won't be able to look at him anymore.

"Ughhhhh" you drop your head to your knees which are against your chest.

-

Sam walks into the room and whistles to get your attention. "I have some news for you two." You and Joaquin both turn in your chairs to look at him. "Since our last mission was a great success and Sarah's in town, she wanted to have a party tonight to celebrate! And of course since you two had a huge part in this accomplishment, it'd be amazing if you could be there."

"Yeah, of course I'll be there!" You tell Sam with a smile.

"Yeah, same here! Do you mind if I can bring my girlfriend though?" You feel the pit in your stomach drop at the mention of her. It's been a few weeks since Joaquin started dating Lacie.

You tried to stay clear of him besides at work. You'd turn down his invites to the bar or any sort of hang out with the excuse that you don't feel well, you're tired, or you're just busy. The list of unconcerning excuses was very short and you can tell he's starting to get suspicious. But this is what's best for you, for both of you.

"Yeah man, bring whoever you want! I'm sure Sarah will have lots of food so the more the merrier."

Well isn't that just fucking great?!

-

You regretted coming to the party as soon as Joaquin and Lacie arrived. You would run and hide every time they got closer, not wanting to stand there and act like it didn't physically and emotionally pain you to see another girl on his arm while he introduces the two of you.

Your luck eventually ran out when you were playing with Cass. "Y/n! There's someone I'd like you to meet!" You hear him say behind you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before turning around with the fakest smile you could muster up, not really caring if it was convincing or not. Neither made any comments or faces that would indicate they noticed so you must be doing a good job.

"This is Lacie, my girlfriend. Lacie, this is Y/n, a colleague from work and I guess you can say, a friend of mine." He says with a smile, proud that the two of you no longer hate each other's guts.

Little does he know just how far from hate you feel for him now.

As you hold your hand out for her to shake, you try to keep it steady and avoid clenching it in a fist. She takes your hand in hers and fuck, you hate how kind her smile is when she greets you. She's absolutely glowing under the lights right now.

She's beautiful.

You feel guilt, pain, and anger creeping in all at once. You have to leave this area right now before you do something stupid. You clear your throat, "If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Sam about something.” 

You didn't. But you needed whatever excuse you can think of to escape. You leave before either of them have the chance to say anything else.

You kept your distance for the rest of the time at the party, mostly staying by Sam and Bucky’s side. You felt a little bad for third-wheeling them but you just had to get away from Joaquin and Lacie. 

As much as you hated seeing them together, you couldn’t stop yourself from drifting your gaze to them every so often. The way his hand rested on her thigh as they sat on the couch, the way she leaned in closer to whisper something in his ear, the way he laughed so effortlessly with her. It made you absolutely sick. 

What once felt like a fun party full of celebration now feels like your funeral and they're dancing all over ypur grave. You had to leave.

"I- I think I'm gonna head out." You tell Sam randomly. 

“Are you okay?” He asks with concern and places a hand on your arm. 

“Yeah I’m just not feeling too good right now. I'm probably tired and just need a nap.” He glances over your shoulder before back at you and nods with a smile. “Tell Sarah thanks for the party though.” You give him and Bucky a hug and weave through the crowd towards the door. You try to rush past Joaquin with your head low, hoping he’s too caught up with his girlfriend to notice you. 

No such luck.

"Hey," you feel Joaquin's hand grab your arm, stopping you. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna head home." You hate the way your body reacts to his touch. You feel your breathing pick up and your skin getting hotter.

"Already?"

"Yeah I'm not feeling too good.”

“Do you want me to go get-”

“Don’t worry about it!” You rush out to say, your voice a little higher in pitch. You take a breath, “I just need some rest."

"I'll walk you out." He offers as usual. He looks back at Lacie, silently asking if it's okay in which she responds with a reassuring smile and tells him it's okay. He nods and follows you who is already a few feet ahead of him.

He walks you all the way across the street to where your car is parked. The music which previously engulfed you inside is now muffled in the night, replaced with the sounds of the crickets’ symphony.

You give him a tight smile, "thanks for walking me out." Just as you're about to open your door, Joaquin speaks up.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn around slowly and hesitantly nod. "I want you to be truthful, please." You swallow nervously and nod again. "Did I do something?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been acting strange around me for the past few days, distant. Did I do something wrong?"

"No Joaquin. You're just thinking too hard-"

"You're lying." He raises his voice just slightly in annoyance. At this point, he's given up on being gentle, he has to know.

You’re taken aback, jerking your head back in offense. "Excuse me?"

"Actually you've been acting strange for the past few weeks! Ever since–” He cuts himself off, unsure whether or not he should say what's been on his mind lately.

“Ever since what?” You question, your arms crossed over your chest to protect your heart from him. 

He swallows. “Ever since the mission last month when we had to share a bed, your whole demeanor around me had changed. I- is it because we woke up cuddling?” 

You felt like you had just been hit by a bus as all the air escaped your lungs. 

Fuck. He knew about it. And from the look on your face right now, he knows you knew about it too. Damnit you thought he was too deep in his sleep to notice!

“Look, I don't want to jump to conclusions but I have to know,” you swallow nervously, “do you like me?” He looks at you nervously, sure, but nothing could compare to the absolute horror written on your face right now. 

Turns out this whole time, the door you thought had been closed and succeeded at blocking out any emotions of yours he could see, was wide open. He saw you this whole time.

And that terrified you.

So, you retorted back to old habits.

“No I don't.” You lie. He begged you to be truthful and you're doing the exact opposite. 

“Y/n, please. I'm not trying to make fun of you or anything. I know–”

"You're a fucking liar!" You shout at him which takes him aback. "You don't know jackshit so stop acting like you do Torres!" You swiftly turn around and get in your car before driving off, leaving Joaquin standing in the street frozen and speechless.

As you drive off, tears in your eyes, the realization crashes down on you. You never realized how good things between you and Joaquin had been, not until you saw it broken.

Even if you weren't together, you worked as a great team despite your differences. Now, you're not even sure what will happen now.

You blew it. Now it's ruined.

[lives-in-midgard]

Home

Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

Summary: After an exhausting day at the base Bob and you drive to his apartment. When you called his place your home without realizing it, Bob ask you to move in with him.

Word Count: 1250

A/N: Hey! This is my second Bob Floyd fanfic, I hope you like it! If you would like to check out my other Bob fanfic you can find it here. 💗

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

It was a hard day at work for all of you. Especially for you, Hangman and Rooster who ended up doing two hundred push-ups. Rooster and Hangman finished earlier than you. Before Rooster left, he gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as silent support, knowing you only had a few more left as well. After they left Bob walked over to you and sat down in front of you, giving you a soft smile. As you began to hit the limit of your push-ups you got more strenuous. You got tired, but you both knew that you could do a few more.

“Keep going baby, you’re almost there. Just a few more.” Bob praised and you began to smile as you heard his soft voice. He began to grin as he saw your smile.

“Sweetheart you’re doing so good.” Bob whispered with a smile. After you managed the last few push-ups, you let out a shaky breath as you sit down beside Bob.

“You did so great baby.” He said and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He reached for your hand and intertwined it with his.

“Thank you for waiting for me.” You said, knowing that some of the others had already left after finishing their training.

“Anytime.” Bob said.

“Let’s go, shall we?” Bob asked and you nodded. You quickly got changed in the dressing room and then walked across the navy base to Bob’s car. As you reached his car Bob opened the passenger door for you, and you smiled at him. Bob walked over to the driver’s side and sat down. He looked over at you with a slightly worried look.

“You doing aright, sweetheart?” Bob asked and reached for your hand.

“Yeah, just a bit tired and exhausted.” You said and Bob gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You can relax soon.” Bob said and kissed the back of your hand. Then he started to drive in the direction of his apartment. You don’t live together but you spend most of your time at his place. Bob didn’t bother to ask if you would like to spend time at his apartment, already knowing you would say yes. The drive to his apartment was filled with the music that was coming from the radio. You didn’t talk much because you were feeling exhausted and Bob understood. He gave you some soft smiles throughout the drive.

After a while you arrived at his apartment. Bob parked his car at an empty parking spot and then looked over to you.

“I hope you don’t mind staying at my apartment.” Bob asked as he fixed his glasses.

“No, of course not.” You said and Bob was relieved. He smiled at you and reached over to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s go inside so we can relax.” Bob said and you nodded. After Bob got out of the car he walked over to your side and opened the door for you. As soon as you climbed out of the car he reached for your hand and intertwined it with his. While you walked to his apartment building you were leaning into him a bit, because you were tired and feeling a bit sore. Bob gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before he opened his apartment door.

As you walk into his apartment you let out a soft sigh.

“Finally, home.” You mumbled, not realizing that you just called Bob’s apartment your home. But Bob did and it immediately made him smile. It made him feel warm in his chest to know that you felt so comfortable at his place that you called it your home. You let out another sigh as you finish taking off your shoes. Bob chuckled and hugged you from behind, giving you a kiss against your neck.

“Let’s get you to bed, so we can cuddle, sweetheart.” Bob mumbled.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and Bob began to lead you to his room. Bob knew how tired you were because of the training and the push-ups. It made him want to just pick you up and carry you to bed but he knew you would protest, so he just held your hand as you both walked to his room.

“I’m gonna change my clothes real quick.” You said and Bob nodded.

“Of course, go ahead sweetheart.” Bob said knowing that you preferred to relax in some comfortable clothes. He sat down on the bed while you walked over to his closet. You looked through his closet and picked out a T-shirt of his and shorts. Bob loves when you’re wearing his clothes, he thinks that you look so adorable. Bob couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms and cuddle with you. He sat there with a smile and waited patiently for you to get changed. When you finished chancing your clothes you turned around and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his cheek and kissed him. He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. After you ended the kiss, he laid his forehead against yours and looked at you once more.

“You look so adorable in my clothes, sweetheart.” Bob said with a smile, and you giggled, which made his smile grow bigger.

“Let’s cuddle.” Bob whispered into your ear, and you nodded. You both made yourself comfortable in bed. Bob wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled closer to him. He started to play with your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead.

When Bob held you in his arms as you moved even more closer to him, he found himself reflecting on earlier when you called his apartment your “home”, it meant so much to him hearing you say that. The words were stuck in his head, and he couldn’t shake the feeling away of you moving in with him. You were already spending most of your time here at his home, so why don’t you make it your home too, right? Bob tightened his arm around you and a smile started to appear on his face as he thought about living with you, getting to wake up with you in his arms every day, going to sleep with you in his arms every day, cooking with you and being able to kiss you whenever he wants.

“Sweetheart?” Bob asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, honey?” You said and Bob blushed when you called him honey. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Earlier when we walked in, you called my place your home.” Bob whispered and you stopped for a moment, realization hits you.

“Oh, did I say that out loud.” You mumbled and Bob chuckled.

“You did, sweetheart and I loved hearing you say that. It made me wonder if you would like to move in with me. So, you can properly call it your home.” Bob said looked at you hoping that you would say yes.

“Are you sure about that, you know I can be a bit chaotic sometimes.” You said and Bob chuckled.

“I don’t care about that sweetheart. I just want to have you here with me, all the time” You began to smile.

“Then I would love to move in with you.” You said and Bob’s smile began to grow.

“That makes me so happy, you make me so happy.” He said and pulled you into another passionate kiss.

[lives-in-midgard]

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Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get hurt on a mission.

Request: Could I please ask for one where Bucky just takes care of the reader. Maybe the reader doesn’t know how to be taken care of? [See request here]

Word Count: 1245

A/N: Thank you sending me this request! I hope you like it💗

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

It was late in the night when the Thunderbolts* new Avengers and you were flying home from a mission. The mission was successful, together as a team you are perfect. No one got hurt too bad, they were all only having some small scratches or bruises. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

While Yelena talked with Ava, John with Bob and Alexei with Bucky, you were quiet and trying not to make a noise because of the pain you were currently feeling. The left side of your abdomen was hurting, and you could feel blood. You didn’t want to tell the others and decided to take care of it when you were back home in the tower. You didn’t even want to tell your boyfriend Bucky, but you noticed his worried look, probably because you were quieter than usual.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Bucky asked and the others stopped their conversation to look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled but you could see that Bucky didn’t believe you.

“Just exhausted.” You said, and that wasn’t a complete lie. You were used to hiding your pain and taking care of it alone. You never really had anyone and learned how to take care of yourself. Even though you have Bucky, Yelena, Bob, Ava, Alexei and even John now, it’s hard for you to tell them when there is something wrong because you’re so used to being alone.

Bucky didn’t say anything, he just nodded and gave you a light smile. Now and then he looked over to you to make sure that you’re okay but he knew that something was wrong.

When you arrived at the tower you quickly walked inside and to your room, not even looking back and waiting for Bucky or the others. While walking you kept holding onto the left side of your abdomen. When you finally reached your room you walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind you. You reached for a cloth and then pulled up your shirt a bit so you could see your wound. You flinched as you pressed the cloth against the wound.

“Sweetheart.” You could hear Bucky’s soft voice as he entered your room. When he peeked inside the bathroom, Bucky saw you looking at your injury. Bucky ran over to you and was so worried.

“Shit, doll are you okay?” Bucky asked as he stood infront of you.

“I’m okay Buck, just need to stop the bleeding.” You mumbled and Bucky’s brow furrowed in concern. His eyes flickering to your hand that was holding a cloth to the wound and then he looked back to you.

“Sweetheart, you’re not okay. Can I?” Bucky asked softly and pointed at the wound. You hesitated and then shook your head.

“You don’t have to help me babe. I can take care of myself.” You said and Bucky’s expression softened as you protested his help. Bucky knows that you are used to doing everything on your own. Even now that you’re his girlfriend it’s hard for you to ask for help but Bucky understands.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to.” Bucky softly said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Please, sweetheart let me take care of you.” Bucky said and you couldn’t resist him anymore, especially not when he was looking at you with so much love and also concern.

“Okay.” You mumbled and Bucky gave you a light smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky said and reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch was soft but firm, he guided you away from the mirror and towards the toilet. You sat down on the toilet seat and Bucky gave your hand another squeeze before letting go of your hand grabbing the first aid kit.

“Alright, let’s have a look.” Bucky mumbled and gently removed your hand from the cloth and began to check your wound. His touch was careful and light as he was tending your wound. Always checking in with you to make sure that he wasn’t causing any discomfort. You gave him a nod, silently telling him that you’re doing okay.

“You’re doing good, love.” Bucky gave you a light smile and then kissed your cheek. Then he started to clean your wound, he was focused, and every touch was filled with care and love. After he finished cleaning your injurie Bucky put a bandage over it and then looked back to you. He reached for your hand and began to draw some soft circles on the back of it.

“All done.” Bucky said and you looked at the bandage on your left abdomen and then back to him.

“Thank you, babe.” You said and gave his hand a squeeze.

“You don’t have to thank me sweetheart. I’m always there for you.” Bucky said and gave you kiss on the forehead. Then he wrapped his arms around you. You held him tight and Bucky gave you another kiss. When you pulled away Bucky looked at you, with a concerned look.

“Love, you know…you don’t always have to do everything on your own, right? Not anymore.” Bucky said softly as he meet your gaze.

“I know…it’s just I’m not used to having someone.” You said quietly.

“I understand that sweetheart, I really do. But you’re not alone anymore. You’ve got me. And the others. I care about you, we all do.”

“Please, promise me to come to me next time. You don’t have to say much, just let me know and I’m there for you, always.” Bucky said and you gave him a light smile. You were feeling so thankful to have him.

“I will do that, I promise babe.” You said and Bucky smiled at you.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky said and you smiled at him.

“And now you should get some rest, sweetheart.” Bucky said and you nodded. Bucky guided you to your bed, he helped you change into some different and more comfortable clothes. Then you sat down in your bed and made yourself comfortable, but Bucky was still standing beside your bed. Bucky noticed your sad look when he didn’t join you in the bed.

“I’ll quickly tell the others that you’re okay, they are probably worried about you, and then I’ll be right back.”

“Okay” You mumbled already missing him.

“I’ll be back soon, promise.” Bucky said and kissed you softly before he left. A few minutes later he returned. Bucky changed his clothes as well and brought you a glass of water. You drank a few sips and then made yourself more comfortable in bed. Bucky moved closer to you and you laid your head on his chest. He started to draw some soft circles on your back.

“What did the others say?” You asked after a moment.

“They are all glad that you’re okay. They were all worried when you walked to your room so quickly…especially bob but I reassured them.” Bucky whispered and you gave him a smile.

“Try to rest, I’m right here and not going anywhere.” He whispered and you closed your eyes. The sound of Bucky’s breathing and his soft movements of his hand slowly made you fall asleep in his arms. It may not be easy for you to open up more to Bucky and the others yet but you will try. And Bucky and the others will be there for you no matter what.

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This is so adorable!! 😍

“Y/N is bring her cat over. Her cat is going to be living with us too. Her name is C/N and she’s going to be your new sister. I want you to know that I will always love you and you will always be my fur baby, ok?” Bucky says to Alpine.

Bucky talking to Alpine is so cute

Hii!!

I just want to start by saying I love your writing so so much and thank you for sharing it with everyone <3

I was just thinking you could do something with Bucky where you and him are deep in a relationship and are thinking about sharing an apartment / moving in with each other but you haven’t introduced your cats to each other yet..

I was maybe leaning more towards the sunshine x grumpy dynamic between Bucky and reader so maybe alpine and readers cat falls into that too where our cat is really friendly and curious while alpine is standoffish and territorial which makes both of you nervous but it ends up working amazing and it’s just super fluffy and cute!!

Sorry if this is a lot or confusing but it popped into my head and I know you’d be amazing at writing it!! 💗💗

Fur Babies Meeting For The First Time » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Your cat and Bucky’s cat meet for the first time when you two move in together.

Warnings: Fluff, language, cat dad!Bucky/cat mom!reader, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the adorable request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: C/N stands for cat’s name.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star / divider made by me

BUCKY GIF MADE BY ME! Cat gif credit goes to the creator.

“Just a few more boxes and we’ll be moved in.” You say to Bucky.

Bucky smiles in agreement. You walked over to him, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him softly.

“I’m going to get my cat from my mom’s house.” You say.

“Ok.” Bucky says nervously.

You frowned at Bucky’s nervousness. “Why are you nervous, baby?” You asked softly.

“I’m just nervous about how Alpine is going to react to another cat being in the house.” He admits.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, babe. I promise you.” You say softly.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He smiles.

“Isn’t that part of the reason why you’re dating me?” You smiled.

“Yes it is.” He smiles.

You and Bucky kissed once more before leaving. While you were getting your cat from your mom’s house, Bucky finished unpacking.

“Thank you for watching C/N for a few days, mom.” You say.

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” Your mom smiles. “How’s Bucky feel about Alpine being around another cat?” She asks.

“He’s nervous about it, but I told him he has nothing to worry about.” You tell her.

“Let me know how it goes.” She says.

“Will do.” You smiled.

You picked up your cat and went out to your car. Your cat made herself comfortable in the passengers seat during the car ride. Your cat loves rides in the car.

“You’re going to be meeting Bucky’s kitty in a little bit. Her name is Alpine and she’s going to be your new sister.” You tell your cat.

Meanwhile, Bucky is giving Alpine a pep talk.

“Y/N is bring her cat over. Her cat is going to be living with us too. Her name is C/N and she’s going to be your new sister. I want you to know that I will always love you and you will always be my fur baby, ok?” Bucky says to Alpine.

Alpine stares at Bucky, not understanding a word he said. She walks over to him and head butted his hand, making him smile.

“Bucky, we’re home!” You say.

“Living room!” Bucky says.

You went to the living room with your cat in your arms, smiling when you saw Bucky and Alpine. You gently put your cat on the floor. She walked over to the couch and jumped up onto it next to Alpine, accidentally startling her. Bucky slowly and quietly stood up, standing next to you and watching yours and his cats interacting for the first time.

Alpine’s tail puffs up as she stared at your cat. Your cat curiously stares at Alpine and meows softly at her. Alpine growls at your cat. You and Bucky got nervous.

“Maybe you were right earlier.” You whispered.

Bucky nods. Your cat curiously reaches a paw out towards Alpine. Alpine swatted her paw at your cats paw and hissed before jumping off the couch and running to hide somewhere in the house.

“I’m sorry, babe.” You apologized softly.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, doll.” Bucky kisses your forehead. “Alpine is just upset right now. I’m sure she’ll warm up to C/N soon.” He says softly.

You smiled and nodded, hoping he’s right.

The next day, your cat walks over to Alpine with her favorite toy in her mouth, dropping it in front of her.

“Bucky, look.” You whispered. “C/N is sharing her favorite toy with Alpine.” You whispered again.

Bucky looks over at your cat and Alpine. Your cat sat down in front of Alpine and looked at her. It’s like she was asking her to play, which is what she’s basically doing by allowing her to play with her favorite toy. Just like yesterday, Alpine’s tail puffs again and she gets in a standoffish position on the floor, growling at your cat.

“Alpine…” Bucky warns softly. “C/N just wants to play.” He says softly.

Alpine hissed and swatted at your cat’s face, making her move backwards. Alpine ran to hide somewhere in the house again. Your cat picks up with her mouth and walks over to you and Bucky, jumping up onto the couch. She drops her toy on the couch next to you and looks up at you.

“It’s ok, sweetie. Maybe Alpine will play with you later.” You softly cooed at your cat and softly gave her a scratch behind her ears.

A week goes by and you and Bucky love living together. It’s the best decision you two have ever made. Alpine still isn’t used to being around your cat. Your cat is nothing but nice and playful with Alpine. Alpine, on the other hand, hisses and growls at your cat. You were straightening up the house and decorating it when you came across your cat and Alpine sleeping and cuddling with each other.

“Oh my god!” You whispered.

You got your phone out of your pocket and took a picture of them, making sure the flash was off so you didn’t accidentally scare them or wake them up. Bucky came home around the same time you took the picture.

“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky says.

Alpine and your cat slept through that. You didn’t say a word, not daring to wake up yours and Bucky’s fur babies. Bucky frowns to himself, wondering why you didn’t immediately greet him when he comes home from work like you always do.

“Doll, are you home?” He asks.

You still didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to wake up Alpine and your cat. Bucky checks the kitchen, thinking you’re in there, but you’re not. Then he went to the living room, finding you in there. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek.

“You didn’t greet me at the door.” Bucky says softly in your ear.

“Look.” You whispered, pointing at Alpine and your cat.

Bucky looks at Alpine and your cat, seeing them sleeping together without Alpine growling or hissing at your cat.

“Alpine finally warmed up to C/N.” Bucky whispers.

“I know!” You whispered back. “They look so cute!” You whispered again.

Alpine wakes up and stretches, which wakes up your cat. Then Alpine looks are your cat and licks the side of her face like she’s giving her a kiss.

“Oh my god! That so cute!” You practically squealed.

Your squeal caught their attention. Both of them stood up and walked across the couch over to you and Bucky.

“You finally warmed up to your new sister, huh?” Bucky says to Alpine as he giving her pets.

As if Alpine understood what Bucky just said, she head butted his hand in response.

“See, baby. I told you didn’t have anything to worry about.” You say.

“And you were right.” He kisses you. “It doesn’t hurt to be nervous though.” He says.

You smiled and kissed him once more before texting the picture of Alpine and your cat to your mom.

“Who are you texting?” Bucky asks.

“My mom told me to send her pictures of C/N and Alpine.” You say.

Your mom texted you back almost immediately, saying how adorable Alpine and your cat are.

“I love you, doll and I love you two.” Bucky says softly.

“I love you too, babe and I’m sure they love us just as much.” You say softly.

-Bucky’s Doll

[lives-in-midgard]

This will forever be funny af to me.

Bucky at his serious job vs Bucky doing illegal shit

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Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! 🥰

Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get hurt on a mission.

Request: Could I please ask for one where Bucky just takes care of the reader. Maybe the reader doesn’t know how to be taken care of? [See request here]

Word Count: 1245

A/N: Thank you sending me this request! I hope you like it💗

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

It was late in the night when the Thunderbolts* new Avengers and you were flying home from a mission. The mission was successful, together as a team you are perfect. No one got hurt too bad, they were all only having some small scratches or bruises. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

While Yelena talked with Ava, John with Bob and Alexei with Bucky, you were quiet and trying not to make a noise because of the pain you were currently feeling. The left side of your abdomen was hurting, and you could feel blood. You didn’t want to tell the others and decided to take care of it when you were back home in the tower. You didn’t even want to tell your boyfriend Bucky, but you noticed his worried look, probably because you were quieter than usual.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Bucky asked and the others stopped their conversation to look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled but you could see that Bucky didn’t believe you.

“Just exhausted.” You said, and that wasn’t a complete lie. You were used to hiding your pain and taking care of it alone. You never really had anyone and learned how to take care of yourself. Even though you have Bucky, Yelena, Bob, Ava, Alexei and even John now, it’s hard for you to tell them when there is something wrong because you’re so used to being alone.

Bucky didn’t say anything, he just nodded and gave you a light smile. Now and then he looked over to you to make sure that you’re okay but he knew that something was wrong.

When you arrived at the tower you quickly walked inside and to your room, not even looking back and waiting for Bucky or the others. While walking you kept holding onto the left side of your abdomen. When you finally reached your room you walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind you. You reached for a cloth and then pulled up your shirt a bit so you could see your wound. You flinched as you pressed the cloth against the wound.

“Sweetheart.” You could hear Bucky’s soft voice as he entered your room. When he peeked inside the bathroom, Bucky saw you looking at your injury. Bucky ran over to you and was so worried.

“Shit, doll are you okay?” Bucky asked as he stood infront of you.

“I’m okay Buck, just need to stop the bleeding.” You mumbled and Bucky’s brow furrowed in concern. His eyes flickering to your hand that was holding a cloth to the wound and then he looked back to you.

“Sweetheart, you’re not okay. Can I?” Bucky asked softly and pointed at the wound. You hesitated and then shook your head.

“You don’t have to help me babe. I can take care of myself.” You said and Bucky’s expression softened as you protested his help. Bucky knows that you are used to doing everything on your own. Even now that you’re his girlfriend it’s hard for you to ask for help but Bucky understands.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to.” Bucky softly said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Please, sweetheart let me take care of you.” Bucky said and you couldn’t resist him anymore, especially not when he was looking at you with so much love and also concern.

“Okay.” You mumbled and Bucky gave you a light smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky said and reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch was soft but firm, he guided you away from the mirror and towards the toilet. You sat down on the toilet seat and Bucky gave your hand another squeeze before letting go of your hand grabbing the first aid kit.

“Alright, let’s have a look.” Bucky mumbled and gently removed your hand from the cloth and began to check your wound. His touch was careful and light as he was tending your wound. Always checking in with you to make sure that he wasn’t causing any discomfort. You gave him a nod, silently telling him that you’re doing okay.

“You’re doing good, love.” Bucky gave you a light smile and then kissed your cheek. Then he started to clean your wound, he was focused, and every touch was filled with care and love. After he finished cleaning your injurie Bucky put a bandage over it and then looked back to you. He reached for your hand and began to draw some soft circles on the back of it.

“All done.” Bucky said and you looked at the bandage on your left abdomen and then back to him.

“Thank you, babe.” You said and gave his hand a squeeze.

“You don’t have to thank me sweetheart. I’m always there for you.” Bucky said and gave you kiss on the forehead. Then he wrapped his arms around you. You held him tight and Bucky gave you another kiss. When you pulled away Bucky looked at you, with a concerned look.

“Love, you know…you don’t always have to do everything on your own, right? Not anymore.” Bucky said softly as he meet your gaze.

“I know…it’s just I’m not used to having someone.” You said quietly.

“I understand that sweetheart, I really do. But you’re not alone anymore. You’ve got me. And the others. I care about you, we all do.”

“Please, promise me to come to me next time. You don’t have to say much, just let me know and I’m there for you, always.” Bucky said and you gave him a light smile. You were feeling so thankful to have him.

“I will do that, I promise babe.” You said and Bucky smiled at you.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky said and you smiled at him.

“And now you should get some rest, sweetheart.” Bucky said and you nodded. Bucky guided you to your bed, he helped you change into some different and more comfortable clothes. Then you sat down in your bed and made yourself comfortable, but Bucky was still standing beside your bed. Bucky noticed your sad look when he didn’t join you in the bed.

“I’ll quickly tell the others that you’re okay, they are probably worried about you, and then I’ll be right back.”

“Okay” You mumbled already missing him.

“I’ll be back soon, promise.” Bucky said and kissed you softly before he left. A few minutes later he returned. Bucky changed his clothes as well and brought you a glass of water. You drank a few sips and then made yourself more comfortable in bed. Bucky moved closer to you and you laid your head on his chest. He started to draw some soft circles on your back.

“What did the others say?” You asked after a moment.

“They are all glad that you’re okay. They were all worried when you walked to your room so quickly…especially bob but I reassured them.” Bucky whispered and you gave him a smile.

“Try to rest, I’m right here and not going anywhere.” He whispered and you closed your eyes. The sound of Bucky’s breathing and his soft movements of his hand slowly made you fall asleep in his arms. It may not be easy for you to open up more to Bucky and the others yet but you will try. And Bucky and the others will be there for you no matter what.

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[lives-in-midgard]

Captain America: Brave New World (2025) directed by Julius Onah

[lives-in-midgard]

This is so sweet and it sounds so perfect! 🥹

Fallingforyou

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

Summary: You and Bob go stargazing, and you finally break the unspoken tension that’s been lingering around you both for years

Warning: friends to lovers, incorrect constellation discussion, reader is a yapper who goes off on tangents, Bob is a little sassy here, make out sesh, reader is described as wearing panties, reader has a lisp when she talks really fast, just pure fluff really with a lil spice

Word Count: 700

Masterlist

The night sky was bright and full of stars, which was unusual for the San Diego sky (yay light pollution), but Bob knew a spot where you could see the stars for miles in the San Diego mountains.

That’s where you and Bob lay now, in the bed of his truck, wrapped in blankets as you star gazed.

You lay on Bob’s chest, handing him a gummy worm every so often as you tried to point out all the different constellations.

“Aaaand that one is Orion, you see how it kinda looks like a warrior ready to fight? Yeah, yeah and that one right there, that’s the Draco constellation, see it looks like a dragon. You know that’s actually where they got the name of those characters in that book I told you about. All the family members are -”

You drone on, yapping about constellations and books, getting carried away all the while Bob looked at you with adoration, nodding along with you, half-listening and half-taking you in. The excitement on your face, how your lisp slipped out whenever you got really hyped up about a subject.

Gosh, he could look at you for hours like this and never get tired.

Noticing his lack of response, you nudge Bobs side before asking with a little sass, “Hey, I’m not boring you, am I?”

Bob shook his head, a playful smile on his face “You? Boring me? No way, I love hearing about how Orion was turned into stars because he was killed by a scorpion and Zeus felt bad, so he turned him AND the scorpion into constellations. Real riveting stuff right there.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I’m not as interesting as Mr. ‘let me explain to you the history of the naval aviation in under 5 hours.’ 5 hours Bob, 5 hours I won’t get back”

“Oh really? That's how you feel?” “Yeah, really.” “Ok, you asked for this.”

He attacked your sides, and you laughed, almost screamed trying to get away “No, oh, my” you shrieked, struggling as he barraged you with tickles, “Ah-oh-please Bob–Bo–Bo Bob oh my god stoooop.”

Finally, he granted you mercy and let go. You slumped to the side out of breath, and he laid beside you, stroking your hair “I’m sorry, you just made it so easy”

You both laughed this time, and as it died down, you found yourselves even closer together, getting lost in each other’s eyes, a tension starting to form the longer you laid there

Bob pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek as he did, inching closer.

You stayed frozen, anticipation eating away. Is this going to happen? Finally? After years of dancing the line between best friends and something more. About time.

Bob lips where ghosting over yours, inches away as he whispered, “Do you want this as much as I do?”

Instead of answering, you closed the gap between you two and it was like a fire ignited. You kissed like he’d be your last, years of pinning and emotional repression all culminating in this one kiss.

He gripped your hips, and you tugged at the back of his hair, causing him to gasp as you slipped your tongue in.

He made a noise of surprise before pulling you completely onto his lap as you straddled his waist. You're both getting lost in the heat of the moment, grinding against one another, hands in each other's hair.

Then you both pulled away, foreheads resting against one another, breathing hard. His face red, glasses foggy; your hair disheveled and panties wet. You stroked his cheek as you finally answered, “I’ve been falling for you every day for years.”

With that, he kissed you again, this time slow, tender, savoring your taste, “And I've been in love with you since the day we met.”

A/N: Hope y’all like this! First Bob Floyd fic! I was debating making it a bit longer to add a lil smut, but idk

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! Love ya!

Please do not copy or repost. Love and thank you all!

[lives-in-midgard]

This is so cute 💗

The Birthday Girl - Robert "Bob" Floyd X Female Reader

Title: The Birthday Girl

Robert "Bob" Floyd X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's friends (Mercedes, Carly, and Diana (OC)), Natasha "Phoenix", Jake "Hangman", Bradley "Rooster", the others on the Dagger Squad (Mentioned), and other bar people (Mentioned)

WC: 2,759

Warnings: Reader hates crowded loud places, italics, italics also used for thoughts, drinking/alcohol mentioned, references, teasing, banter, flirting, nicknames, Jake being Jake, insecurities, embarrassment, joking threats, very brief mentions of death, mini angst, and fluff

You had no idea why your friends thought it was a good idea to surprise you with a night out at a Navy bar for your birthday.

You weren’t a big fan of loud places - bars, especially. Anything noisy, really. It didn’t matter if it was an unsuspecting firework on the Fourth of July or an overcrowded mall; you hated it. It made you uncomfortable, uneasy, nervous, and everything in between. And it definitely didn’t help that The Hard Deck was packed. It was a Friday night, so it made sense, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Your friends always joked that your version of a night out was a night in, and honestly? They weren’t wrong.

You would’ve loved nothing more than a quiet dinner at a cozy diner with a milkshake or soda, or even a nostalgic movie night at your apartment. Instead, you were trapped in a loud, bustling bar where just getting to the bathroom meant squeezing past swaying bodies. You had to admit, though, the bathroom was surprisingly nice.

Your three friends, bless them, were having the time of their lives. And good for them. But you? You were already daydreaming about slipping out unnoticed, going home, grabbing an ice cream sandwich from the freezer, and calling it a night. If you could slip out unnoticed, you would. But no, you were stuck watching them drink and laugh and have fun, while you forced yourself to try and enjoy your own birthday. You loved them… But they were killing you.

“Oh my god, this vodka soda is so good,” Mercedes practically moaned, taking another sip.

Carly, your oldest friend from high school, rolled her eyes. “Should we leave you and your vodka soda alone?”

Mercedes, whom you met in Chicago, only glared at her and took an exaggerated sip.

“You know what is good?” Diana, your friend from college, cut in, her voice dreamy as she rested her cheek in her palm, elbow on the table, eyes locked at something across the bar. “That hottie with a body bent over the pool table.”

You, Mercedes, and Carly turned to her before following her line of sight. Sure enough, your eyes landed on a small group of what you guessed were Navy pilots gathered around the pool table. And, of course, one of them was bent over it, pool cue in hand, a confident smirk tugging at his lips as he took a shot. Judging by the cocky gleam in his eye and the way his friends reacted, he must have made a decent play. Not that you fully understood the game, you hadn’t played real pool in your life. The closest you'd come to was ‘Wii Pool Party’ at your aunt’s house with your cousins in the late 2000s.

As he stood upright, you pursed your lips, your eyes narrowing. Definitely not your type. Sure, he looked like something straight out of a romance novel, with a chiseled jaw, tall, lean, and built Greek god body, but you didn't trust him. If he wasn’t a troublemaker, he was definitely a heartbreaker. And judging from the look on Diana's face, she either didn't seem to see that, or maybe she just didn't care. 

Taking a sip of your drink, you snickered mentally at the image of the man with long Fabio-esque hair before you let your gaze drift from him to the rest of the group. There were seven in total, most of them spectating the game of pool, rather than playing. Your eyes skimmed over the others casually, until you had to do a double-take. You blinked, your breath catching slightly as your gaze landed on one standing just off to the side, leaning against the wall.

He was just holding a cup of what seemed to be peanuts, smiling at something the other pilot beside him had said, and God… He was hot. Dirty blonde hair, styled in that effortlessly put-together kind of way. Probably with some sort of gel, but you could tell that his hair was curly, if not wavy. The cutest glasses framed his face. And when he laughed, it was soft, genuine, almost boyish, and it hit you like a freight train. There was something about him that pulled at your attention and held it. And suddenly… This night didn't seem all that bad anymore…

“-And that one with the ‘80s pornstache is kind of hot,” Carly muttered, stirring her drink absentmindedly. “Love the Hawaiian shirt…”

“God, even the way he pushes his glasses up is cute.”

“-Agree to disagree. Mr. Bent-Over is the clear winner.” Diana spoke up, “I bet he's a country boy and got the cowboy hat to prove it. Doesn't he look like a country boy? Bet he rode horses growing up.” 

“What's with you and cowboys lately?” Carly asked.

“He’s so soft-looking, I kind of want to poke his cheeks. Just once. Maybe twice.”

“-Don't know what you're talking about over there, but that woman right there?” Mercedes grinned, “Yeah, the one with the cue… She is hot.”

“I bet his hugs feel like warm, fresh laundry straight out of the dryer.”

“Well, look at that. Someone’s caught the birthday girl’s eye.” You snapped your head, surprised you didn't give yourself whiplash as your wide eyes landed on Mercedes, who was mimicking Diana's position; cheek in hand, elbow on the table, a smirk on her face. 

You felt your cheeks warm at being caught staring; you hadn't even realized you were staring. Carly raised a brow, looking back at the group before looking back, “Which one? The nerd?” She asked, gesturing with her thumb, only for you to groan, shoulders slumping.

Diana’s eyes surveyed the group before landing on the supposed “nerd” before nodding her head, “Yeah, that's the one alright. So your type. Seems sweet. Probably makes his bed in the morning. Calls his mom every Sunday. Likes cherry pie.”

Mercedes snorted into her drink. “Bet he’s the kind of guy who gives you his jacket and apologizes for it being cold out.”

You buried your face in your hands with a dramatic sigh, your voice muffled. “Can we not do this right now?”

But your friends were already off to the races.

Mercedes leaned in with a glint in her eye. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this. This is the first time in, like, forever that we've finally seen you have any interest in someone.”

“This isn't fair… It's my birthday, you guys are supposed to be nice to me,” You mumbled, half joking, peeking through your fingers. “And you’re all making this way bigger than it needs to be.”

Carly gave you a look, “You were gone, babe. Eyes locked. You were full-on heart-eyes. I thought you were gonna float off your seat.”

You sank lower in your seat. “I was just… Zoning out.”

“Sure,” Diana drawled. “We believe you.” They didn't. 

You groaned again, sliding even further down like your chair might magically swallow you whole. “He’s just… Cute, okay?”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Mercedes smirked, “That wasn’t a ‘he’s cute’ look. That was a ‘take me and I'm yours’ look.”

You sat up just enough to glare at her. “It was not.”

“Oh, it so was,” Carly laughed, sipping her drink. “You looked like you were mentally planning your wedding. It was adorable, honestly.”

You groaned again, hiding your face in your hands again. “I hate you all.”

“No, you don’t,” Diana grinned, reaching over to nudge you. “You love us. And we love you. It’s just nice seeing you interested in someone again.”

“Yeah,” Mercedes chimed in, her voice softening a bit, “It’s been a while… We just want to see you happy.”

You dropped your hands into your lap with a deep sigh, eyes flickering back over to him without meaning to. “Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Carly raised a brow, “You don’t know that…”

You gave her a flat look before grabbing your drink and taking a long sip, hoping it might somehow numb the bubbling in your chest. You sat the glass down with a quiet clink. Your eyes drifted back to him again. The way he laughed, his eyes crinkling just slightly at the corners. The way he shifted his weight every so often. Even the way he held his cup of peanuts like he preferred it over a beer. He looked so soft, sweet… So real, and yet- perfect. 

Bob was tired.

Training had been rough. Long hours in the heat, and of course, extra push-ups and sit-ups because Hangman thought it’d be hilarious to crack a one-liner. Classic. Still, he couldn’t complain. He made it through, and now here he was, leaning against the wall at The Hard Deck. It was loud, as usual, full of laughter and clinking bottles, the jukebox just a little too high. But it was nice. Familiar. Comfortable in the way Friday nights sometimes were, even if Bob kind of wished he was already home, curled up on his couch, watching ‘A New Hope’ for the hundredth time. He’d been thinking about it all day.

Someone shouted over a pool shot. Bob smiled to himself. Natasha was probably wiping the floor with them again. Jake pivoted his hip to the side, hand resting there as his eyes looked at something at the other side of the bar, his expression smug even before he opened his mouth.

“Well, well, well, would you look at that,” He drawled, chin tipping up smugly. “Table in the back, four o’clock. Group of women. All staring. At me.” He jutted his chin at them in greeting, earning a flirtatious wave from one of them. “Yep. That one is into me. Told you. Can’t resist the Hangman charm,” He added, his tone thick with confidence as he gave a little salute in their direction.

Bradley, leaning lazily against the pool table scoffed. “All four? Come on, Bagman.”

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Bradshaw,” He shot back, still grinning. “I’m just saying- don’t be mad when I get offered all four numbers.”

Natasha, halfway through lining up her pool shot, rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in her head. “You boys done measuring yet?”

“Just stating the facts,” Jake said, shrugging.

Bob pushed up the bridge of his glasses, curiosity getting the best of him as he finally glanced over at the four women that had been, according to Jake, “Totally checking him out.” That was one of the things that Bob found annoying about Jake; he tended to think the entire world revolved around him. Bob’s eyes scanned the group casually at first, expecting to be met with eyes glued to Jake like usual. But they weren’t all looking at Jake. Only one was looking at him. 

Bob was about to bring his attention back to the game, but right before he turned his head, his eyes landed on you. You had your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers with a half-drunk drink in front of you. You were beautiful, and Bob’s gaze lingered. Your hair framed your face, catching the dim light every time you moved. Your smile was nothing short of enchanting, drawing him closer and closer. Bob wouldn’t even be surprised if your voice was that of a siren’s. The way you moved, the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear or the way your lips parted when you laughed. It was all so effortless. Unintentionally captivating. 

He felt something tighten in his chest, the hand holding his cup of peanuts clamming up slightly. Bob sighed, realizing that you probably wouldn’t be interested in someone like him… You were so far out of his league. He didn’t even realize that he was still staring at you until Hangman bumped his elbow into his side. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he readjusted his glasses again; ears all warm and fingers tightening around his peanut cup. 

“Hey, Baby-On-Board,” Jake grinned like some smug cheshire cat, “You’ve been staring at her for five minutes straight. You’re gonna give yourself away.”

“Shut up, Hangman,” Bob muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Nope,” Jake chuckled, “You’re not getting out of this one. Go over there and talk to her. Or I’m going to shoot my shot.”

Before Bob could respond, Natasha cut in sharply, folding her arms, “Cut it out, Bagman. Quit teasing him.”

He just grinned, holding up both hands in mock innocence, “I’m not teasing him. I’m trying to help.”

She shot him a look, unimpressed as usual, “Well, stop helping before Bob short-circuts.”

“I think you should go over there and introduce yourself,” Bradley spoke up, “She’s been sneaking glances over at you for the past twenty minutes.”

Bob’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide. He pointed at himself with his free hand, nearly dropping his cup of peanuts. “Me? Really?” He asked, his voice cracking just slightly.

Rooster nodded with a lopsided smirk, “Yeah, man, I think she likes you.”

Bob scoffed, shaking his head, the nerves already building up, “No way. She’s probably looking at someone else or- or something. Maybe Hangman-”

“I would be a great first choice,” Jake cut in with a wink, “But maybe she likes nerds.”

Bradley rolled his eyes before he clapped Bob on the shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. “Well, be prepared, she’s coming over.”

Bob’s whole body went still. “Wait- What?”

His back straightened like someone had yanked on some invisible string, shoulders going rigid. His eyes darted towards your table just in time to see one of your friends grab you by the wrist and yank you to your feet. His heart flipped just as much as it sank. Oh… You looked terrified.

“Mercedes, I’m gonna kill you,” You hissed under your breath, heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you stumbled slightly to keep up with her determined pace. Your eyes locked onto the very intimidating cluster of Navy pilots, and every ounce of confidence you might’ve had promptly vanished. 

Mercedes, the traitor, clamped both hands on your shoulders, anchoring you in place in front of the group like she was sacrificing you to the gods or something. “Hi!” She greeted, all smiles and sunshine, “Sorry to interrupt.”

You wanted to die. 

Before you could protest, run, or get swallowed up into the floor, Mercedes gave you a little shove forward, nearly causing you to trip into him. He blinked, seemingly startled, his eyes - big, blue, and very, very confused - locked onto yours. 

“My friend thinks you’re cute.” Mercedes announced and you could’ve screamed. 

A strangled sound left your throat. Somewhere between a laugh and a quiet “oh my god” as your hand awkwardly rubbed at your arm in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. Your heart was hammering so loud you were shocked no one else could hear it. You tried, really tried, to meet his eyes again, but the panic in your system had your gaze fixed somewhere around his chest, which didn’t help all that much either; he looked amazing in his khaki uniform. And you were fairly certain you had never been this flustered - or embarrassed - in your entire life. 

Bob blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a confused - cute - fish out of water. He glanced at his friends for a split second, as if searching for guidance, but they were all pretending to be minding their own business and not listening in. He cleared his throat, fumbling until he finally spoke. 

“You…” He stammered, “You think I’m cute?”

You exhaled slowly, trying to get your heart rate down from critical levels. Then, summoning what little courage Mercedes’ sabotage had gifted you, you finally looked up at him. Actually looked at him. God, he was so much better up close. 

“Gorgeous, actually,” Your voice was quiet and Bob froze. You swore you saw the poor guy buffer. 

“Oh,” He breathed out. His whole face lit up in a mix of surprise and awe, “Gosh. Um, thank you.” Then, slowly, he gave you a breathtaking little bashful smile, “I’m Robert- Uh, you can call me ‘Bob.’”

“Y/N,” You introduced yourself, your shy frown turning into a shy smile. His name was Bob… Cute. 

“Would… Would you maybe want to talk more?” He then asked, shifting his weight nervously, “If you want. Only if you want. I mean, I- Uh- We could talk more. Or not. Either way’s good.”

You smiled, heart still pounding, but now in a good way. “Yeah,” You said softly, “I’d like that.”

~~~

Main Masterlist | Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

[lives-in-midgard]

This is so good!! 🥹💗

I love it!

Safe and Sound

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word count - 2,151

Warnings - mentions of death, angst, fluff

Summary - On the uranium mission, two of the people you care most about get shot down

A/N - I had to I'm sorry. I'm on a Rooster kick and I had to write for him. For the sake of this fic, Hangman has a WSO because I said so and reader's callsign is Pegasus. This is probably actual horse shite bc I've never written Top Gun before but you won't learn anything by not doing it so I gave it a go. Anyways, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

This mission was one no one at Top Gun could stop talking about. Your father, Pete Mitchell, better known as Maverick, had to whittle down a group of twenty of the top graduates from Top Gun down to six. You made him promise to be fair and not just pick you because you were his daughter because the moment you knew you were the WSO for Jake Seresin, you knew you stood no chance. Hangman was a good pilot. A great pilot even. He just had an ego to match your father’s and would leave his wingmen out to dry at any given opportunity.

Your boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw, had tried to convince you that there was no way your dad wouldn’t pick you. He would constantly praise how you were one of the only teams to make it through the trial run and land the closest hit to the target. Every time he reminded you of that, you just reminded him that the second after that steep climb, Hangman flew off, which would mean leaving your wingman to get blown to smithereens by SAMs in the actual mission. Rooster thought it was unfair, that the daughter of Maverick was stuck as a WSO, but you kept reassuring him that it was your choice. You enjoyed flying but you got nervous sometimes if you were the one piloting the aircraft, so you left it to those who were more comfortable.

When it came time for the mission to be carried out, all candidates were waiting anxiously on the aircraft carrier to find out who Maverick had chosen to fly alongside him in the mission. When Cyclone asked for who would be joining him on the mission he surveyed the pilots, knowing each one of them have trained so hard for this moment.

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” He announces the Foxtrot teams first, you watch as the four relax and share a smile with their friend. You heard Hangman release a small huff of annoyance, but you ignored him, knowing you’ll get your chance in due time.

“And your wingman.” Cyclone prompts. You cast a glance across the room at Rooster and could see how nervous he was. You knew him and your dad had a rocky history since your dad pulled Bradley’s papers at the naval academy, so you hoped your dad wasn’t going to pick someone else.

“Rooster.” Maverick says, making Bradley straighten up and nod slightly. Maverick then announces that you and Hangman are the standbys in case something goes wrong on the mission. The teams head up to the carrier’s runway and you approach your dad.

“You better not do anything stupid out there.” You say in a weak attempt to be funny, but you couldn’t deny the nerves that were eating away at your stomach because your dad and your boyfriend were risking their lives.

“We’ll be there and back in record time. I’ll bring that boyfriend of yours back safe and sound too.” Maverick replies with a reassuring smile as he brings you into a tight hug before turning to get into his jet. You then turned around to find Bradley and saw Hangman walking away from him, throwing you a smile as he passed.

“You okay?” Bradley asks gently as he rests his hands on your hips, his eyes watching you carefully.

“You better come back alive, Bradshaw.” You say, watching as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Wow, demoted to last name basis?” He manages to joke, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Bradley. You better come home.” You repeat, making Bradley let go of your hips and cup your face gently in his hands.

“I’m going to do my damn hardest to get home to you.“ He says, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of your cheeks, bringing a smile to your face as you lean into his touch.

“I love you.” You say, both you and Bradley leaning in for a kiss.

“I love you too.” He whispers. Just before you could reply, you hear Fanboy yelling for Rooster to get in his jet and you take a step back.

“I better get going. I’ll be back before you know it.” Bradley says, pressing one last quick kiss to your lips before hurrying over to his jet and climbing into the cockpit, blowing you a kiss before you turn to get into the jet with Hangman. You watch as the four jets take off and fly in the direction of the uranium plant.

“And now we wait.” Hangman says, leaning back in his seat and throwing a glance over his shoulder at you.

“Hopefully we don’t have to do anything.” You reply, watching as the F-18’s quickly become specks in the distance before the missile strike is sent from the carrier to destroy the enemy aircraft’s runway. You could hear what was happening over the radio and you listened intently to what was going on.

“Come on babe.” You whisper to yourself when you hear that Rooster needs to speed up as him and his wingmen are behind schedule. You knew he had a cautious approach to flying and you pegged it to be because he lost his father when he was young and didn’t want to meet the same fate as Goose. Your dad had always told you ‘don’t think, just do’; at that moment, you knew Rooster needed to take your dad’s advice, whether he liked it or not. You and Hangman cheer happily when you hear two confirmed hits, and that the uranium plant is destroyed.

“Now they just have to make it back.” Hangman says with a smile, turning back to you. Both of you are filled with unwavering optimism that this mission is going to be a success. You both knew that there were SAMs so the teams had to fight to make it back, but you had no doubt that they’d be able to make it home.

“Dagger One has been hit. I repeat: Dagger One has been hit.” That one sentence made your heart plummet into your stomach. You could hear Rooster trying to reach Maverick through the radio but was met with no response. You couldn’t believe it. Your dad, one of the Navy’s best pilots was shot down in the blink of an eye.

“Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover.” You heard Hangman speaking to the radio tower, wanting to get into the air to help with the bandits being so close to the remainder of the team.

“Negative Spare.” The response angers you. The team needed help, and you couldn’t believe they were making you just stay put. You blink away the tears angrily and listen to what was going on. You could hear everyone being told to come to the carrier while Rooster was fighting the idea, wanting to look for your dad despite no one seeing a parachute. The next thing you knew you heard frantic calls and announcements that Dagger Two had also been hit and people trying to get a response. Your heart was now shattered. First your dad and then Bradley. Two of the people you love most in this world are gone within minutes.

“Pegasus, you okay?” You hear Hangman ask, an unusual softness to his voice. You couldn’t find your voice and remained staring blankly at the back of Hangman’s seat.

“y/n?” Hangman tries again, this time using your name instead of your callsign. You managed to force yourself to react and looked up to where Hangman was looking at you with concern over the top of his seat.

“They’re gone.” You whisper, tears seeping down your cheeks as the other jets land on the carrier, returning to their spots with the pilots climbing out.

“Are you going to be okay if they need us? I can ask someone else to jump in.” Hangman questions, making you shake your head.

“No, I’ll be okay. I just need a second.” You reply quickly, wiping your eyes and steeling your gaze, knowing you need to be strong right now just in case you’re needed. You fought the pit growing in your stomach and tried to stay focused, trying not to think about your dad and your boyfriend lying dead on enemy territory somewhere. You knew that you and Hangman had to be standing by just in case the bandits followed the others back to the carrier.

“Dagger Spare stand by. We have spotted Rooster on our radar in an F-14 and suspect Maverick is with him too.” You hear someone over the radio say and both you and Hangman leap into action, prepping the jet for take-off. Your heart was pounding, threatening to break your ribs, and burst out of your chest from how hard it was beating. They were alive, and you needed to help them get home.

“Dagger Spare standing by. Ready to take off when needed.” You say, flipping the switches to activate your radar while Hangman moves the jet into position to take off. When you’re cleared for take-off, it only takes a matter of seconds for the jet to get airborne.

“Pegasus, keep an eye out for any bandits, okay?” Hangman says and you nod in acknowledgment, glancing at your radar and at your surroundings. You fly in the direction of where the radio tower told you Rooster was coming from. As you travel you spot an F-14 being trailed by another more advanced jet.

“Hangman, that has to be them!” You say, pointing the jets out to him.

“Target the jet.” Hangman orders which you listen to, targeting the enemy jet easily.

“You’re clear to fire.” You say once you’re locked on target and Hangman doesn’t waste a second firing the missile and blowing up the bandit as you connect your radio to the F-14s.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions. And prepare for landing.” You roll your eyes and laugh at Hangman’s words but couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief as you look over to the other jet and see your dad and boyfriend.

“Hey, Hangman, you look good.” Rooster says.

“I am good Rooster. I’m very good.” Hangman replies with a cocky smile.

“Way to ignore your girlfriend Bradshaw.” You say with a laugh.

“You look amazing, baby. You always do.” Rooster says with a smile.

“Keep your flirting off the channel. We can talk back on the carrier.” Your dad’s teasing tone comes over the radio, bringing a slight blush to your cheeks as you fly back to the carrier. You and Hangman land first just before the crew prepare for your dad to land the F-14 with no front landing gear. You wait and watch anxiously as they land and the second you see them emerge from the cockpit, you’re leaping out of your jet and bolting towards them. You grab your dad in a hug first, hugging him so tight he was convinced you were going to snap him in half.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” He whispers reassuringly, hugging you equally as tight to comfort you. You remain in your dad’s hold for a couple of minutes before Maverick looks up to see Rooster watching with a small smile on his face.

“I believe someone is waiting to say hi to you.” Maverick says with a smile before releasing you from his hug and turning you around, so you were face to face with your boyfriend. You wasted no time in bringing him in for a kiss, it was messy but helped reassure you that he was here in front of you and that he made it home to you.

“You are an idiot, Bradley Bradshaw. You scared me to death. I thought I lost both you and dad.” You say the moment you part for air. You were beyond grateful he made it back with your dad, but you couldn’t help but be a little angry that he went against orders to do it.

“I’m sorry babe. I just had a gut feeling that Mav was still alive and I couldn’t just leave him to die.” Bradley defends himself apologetically, bringing you into his arms and resting his chin atop your head as he runs a gentle hand up and down your back.

“I’m just so glad you both made it home.” You whisper against his shoulder, hugging him slightly tighter as you speak.

“Safe and sound. Just like we promised.” He replies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nod.

“Hey, lovebirds, break it up! Celebratory drinks, let’s go!” You hear Payback yell, making the two of you pull apart but not before pressing another kiss to each other’s lips.

“Shall we?” Bradley asks, offering you his arm.

“We shall.”