#bobfloyd

[inkdrinkerworld]

ooo and maybe "are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." with bob floyd he’s my babygirl <3 (no pressure for either of these ofc x)

Mal I know this was from the last sleepover list but I couldn’t pass up on writing something for Bobby!

Bob has a habit of never being able to sleep in. It's a Navy thing he's sure, needing to be up at 0500 hours every day to start the day with basic fitness training, logging into doing his checks for the day and then going to fly by 0730.

He can't sleep in ever.

It's why he's up now, but this is a much nicer reason to be awake at 0600. You're lying beside him, still asleep, with your face squished into your pillow.

Bob could watch you sleep for the rest of his life- he plans to honestly. But right now, he wants your company, and he wants to see your eyes.

He starts kindly enough with his wake-up protocol. "Darling," he whispers against your cheek, one of his hands falling on your neck and stroking the skin there softly.

"I miss you, wake up so I can see your face." he smears a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, a short path all the way to your ear.

You groan when you feel him press a kiss just under your ear, shifting slightly so your body is closer to him.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispers, and you hum.

"No," it's all garbled and sleep laden that Bob can't help but lay another kiss on you.

"Oh okay, m'sorry love, but I miss your face." you shift so you're on your back and he can see your face more clearly, but you don't open your eyes.

Bob chuckles at the dramatics of it all- even half asleep you still manage it.

"I wanna see your eyes, darling." it's a little whiny but the man had been gone for a year, so sue him if he wanted a little bit of your attention at 0620 on a Sunday.

"Bobby," you whine, peeling your eyes open to find his baby blues already on you. "I love you, but I'm so tired."

He leans up on his elbow and presses a kiss to your lips. "Just missed your eyes." He cups your face, stroking your cheek as you shut your eyes again.

"Two more hours, Bobby then I'll be fully awake." you roll over, pressing your face into his chest. Bob's hand falls to the back of your head, scratching at the base of your neck as your breathing evens out.

He can wait another two hours; he'll have to because in no time he can hear your soft snores and smiles.

[fanboyswhore9]

LOOK AT HIM!🥹🥹❤️❤️

[bringbacktimreblogs]

I need an edit of the part of the beach scene in top gun maverick where Bob catches the football or whatever it is and they lift him up over their heads to the alchemy by Taylor swift rn

[thecowboyfiles]

werewolf Rhett and vampire Bob (Floyd- I know you refer Robert Reynolds as Robby 🩵)

😏 imma just leave this here

Unfortunately, werewolves are not my thing, so I'll leave that to the very talented @lewmagoo ❤️

BUT vampire Bob Floyd... ohhh that sweet boy would be so careful sinking his teeth into you, apologizing over and over while he sucks your blood, telling you how much he can't live without you and that's why he needs to turn you, so you'll be bound to him forever. 😅❤️

[callsign-birdie]

I can't get this out of my head. And the idea of watching him workout in the firehouse gym and you think you're being discreet, but Natasha can see you're obviously eyefucking Bobby. Your eyes roaming his chest and forearms as he's deadlifting weights and his veins are rippling, sweet dripping down his torso. And god, he looks so fucking good. And you definitely said that out loud...

[momentaryescape]

Baby On Board

Bob Headcannon

You and Bob are pregnant when Hangman calls bob “baby on board” and you respond “Wrong Floyd there Seresin”

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love and War

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

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Hagenau and Germany February and April 1945

Hagenau. The place was nearly as bleak as Bastogne. The crumbling buildings were to be home to Easy Company for however long they needed to hold it for. The decaying town was dark, gloomy and vacant, any sign of life having moved on long ago. A river ran through the town, one side occupied by the Airborne and the other by the Germans. Overall, there had been little retaliation from either side, both had roofs over their heads, beds to sleep in and warm food in their bellies, why would they want to jeopardise that. Or that’s what the men thought.

“Tonight you will be going on a patrol to cross the river to retrieve German prisoners. Now the Colonel wants as many as we can and we need them to talk so don’t shoot the first thing that moves.” Captain Nelson sighed, “now I don’t want any of you taking unnecessary risks, not now, not when we’ve come this far. It’s that clear?”

An echoing chorus of ‘yes Sir’ filled the dimly lit basement.

“Good. Floyd, you're leading the patrol, picking 14 men to go with you.” Bob nodded as Captain Nelson retreated. The men looked at Bob expectantly, waiting for his decision on who would go. He hated this part, having to choose who he may be sending to their deaths, what right did he have to hold such power?

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The patrol hadn't gone to plan. Several of the replacements had been hit by mortar fire, the rounds exploding in all their excellence. Earth flying through the air as they exhibited the sheer strength of their firepower. The group managed to capture three German POWs. Coming back to the boats had been a challenge, mortars exploding around them and gunfire ringing in their ears. Bob remembered shouting, his voice drowned out by the echoing screams. He stood, watching as the others ran towards the safety of the boats. He caught Jackson’s eye, waving for him to hurry. The boys legs pounded as he ran, ducking to avoid the falling debris when the bullet ripped through him. It caught him off gaurd causing him to stop in his tracks.

“JACKSON!” Bob screamed, stepping forward towards his wounded friend. Jackson's eyes were glassy, tears trickling down his face as the crimson blood bloomed from his chest.

“Bob,” he whispered as the mortar round hit the ground by his feet. The explosion erupting beneath him. Bob blinked watching as the Earth settled where his friend had just been standing, scraps of Jackson uniform fluttering down from the dark sky.

“NOOOOO!” Bob lurched forward, cries of agony whipping from his throat. “JACKSON!” Two arms either side of Bob pulled him backwards, towards the boat, towards the shore but away from his friend.

Albert met Bob on the bank of the river as he returned.

“Are you alright? Are ya hit?” Albert asked, grabbing onto Bob and inspecting him for any signs of injuries, worried eyes darting over his friend. Bob stayed silent, his face emotionless but his eyes revealing all the pain and terror he felt.

“Bob, where's Jackson?” Albert asked, his eyes scanning the men returning behind him.

“He didn’t make it,” Bob replied blankly, pushing past the medic and up the bank towards the houses. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to go back, to stop Jackson from volunteering to go, hell if he could he’d stop him from joining the paratroopers all together.

That night remained silent, no gunfire, no explosions. It was as if both sides stopped firing in respect for their fallen comrades.

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Bob leant back against the stone pillar, the sun beating down from the clear blue sky and warming his cold bones. His eyes were closed as he daydreamed absentmindedly. He wondered what (y/n) would be doing right now. Was she sitting underneath the same sun rays? Was she hidden away somewhere in a poorly lit underground hospital? Bob was drawn from his thoughts by a shadow standing over him, blocking the sun's heat. He squinted, opening his eyes cautiously and shielding them from the bright light.

“Albert, what the hell man? Move out of the way.”

Albert just snorted at Bob’s protest, throwing himself down beside him and pulling out two cigarettes. He lit them both, offering one to Bob in silence. Bob took the cigarette, inhaling deeply as the warm, familiar feeling filled his lungs.

“They surrendered.” Albert mumbled, the cigarette in the side of his mouth wobbling as he spoke.

“Who did?”

“Three hundred thousand Krauts surrender.” Albert said, tilting his head towards Bob with a wide grin on his face. “We’re moving out in an hour.”

“Where are we heading?” Bob sat up a little, suddenly interested in what the medic had to say. “Hey, don’t leave me hanging now, Doc.”

“We’re going to the Alps?”

Bob sat bolt upright, “THE ALPS?” He exclaimed, “what the hell happened to jumping into Berlin?”

Albert snorted, taking another long drag from his cigarette, “It’s not happening. Apparently Hitler ordered the Waffen SS to hold up in the mountains and repel any invaders.”

This time Bob snorted, letting a hearty laugh rumble through his chest, it was the first genuine laugh he’d had in a while. “Invaders, huh? I like the sound of that.”

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“He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,

He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,

The silk from his reserves spilled out, and wrapped around his legs,

And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,

He ain't gonna jump no more.”

The voices of hundreds of paratroopers sang out across the German countryside as the DUKW, 2 ½ ton trucks and jeeps trundled along the dirt roads. Bob smiled as he watched the others singing but he couldn’t find it in him to sing along. Albert sat next to him, fingers drumming on his thigh to the tune.

“You know I had a letter from Mary the other day,” Albert spoke up, glancing over in Bob’s direction.

“Oh yeah, how is she?”

“She’s good. Bonnie’s gonna be three this week. My baby girls gonna be three and I’ve only seen her a handful of times.” Albert passed Bob across a small black and white photo. The picture was crumpled at the edges, bent from where Albert had nestled it above his heart in his pocket. A young smiling woman looked back at him with a young giggling child in her arms.

“She’s a beauty, Albert, they both are. I promise I’ll get you home to them.” Bob gripped Albert’s hand, squeezing it gently in a silent promise.

“I know you will,” Albert replied, watching Bob in earnest, his dark eyes flickering to Bob’s blue ones. The singing around them ceased and the two men pulled apart, suddenly aware of their closer proximity.

“I promise,” Bob repeated and Albert looked at him again.

“I know.”

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Ever since the liberation of the concentration camp in Ohrdruf, Bob’s sleep had been plagued with nightmares. Every time he closed his eyes his mind filled with the images of horror, the stench of the bodies, the sorrowful cries, the agony plastered on all the survivors faces. Their gaunt faces, sunken eyes and quivering lips played behind Bob’s eyes. He tossed and turned beneath the rough, cotton bed sheets, staring into the darkness that surrounded the sleeping soldiers. When sleep truly evaded him he would wander outside, the cool night air setting deep into his bones and causing him to shiver but nothing could compare to the frigid, biting winds of Bastogne. He would light a cigarette, taking a long drag of smoke and letting it out in an exasperated puff. Albert would often join him, lighting a cigarette of his own and the two men would stand side by side in an understanding silence. Sometimes they swore they could hear Jackson talking to them, the sound of his laughter bringing smiles to their sullen faces. But sometimes the men didn’t talk, they didn’t laugh, instead sharing a harrowing silence. Bob didn’t feel like the same man he used to be, this war had changed everyone in many ways but Bob felt old. He felt far wiser than his years and far more tired than a man of his age should ever dream of feeling. As he looked to the faces of his comrades, Bob saw himself in them too, their faces looking far older than their years. He remembered back in Toccoa, young men, barely old enough to buy a beer, all fresh faced and youthful, ready for whatever life had to throw at them but not anymore.

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To my dearest (y/n),

You would not believe the horrors we have witnessed over the last week. We came across a work camp in Ohrdruf that was holding Jews. They had separated the men from the women and children who were at another camp. I can still hear their agonising cries for help everytime I try to go to sleep. You should have seen the harrowing looks on their faces. In all of this war and the horrors I have witnessed this truly is the one that haunts me. These men were starving, left to die and all because of their religion.

I had begun to question what this war was all for, began to question why I was writing so many letters home lying to the parents of my young comrades, telling them their sons died with honour. In truth their sons died in a place they didn’t need to be in a battle over something that none of us understand. I now know the reason we fight, we fight for a better world for everyone. To rid this world of evil.

I’m fighting for you, my love, for our future and for our future children’s future.

Your face is the last thing I think about before I go to sleep every night. You are the one that keeps me going through all of this my darling and for that I am forever grateful.

I love you always

Your Bobby

(Y/n) received the letter a week after Bob had written it. She was based at a field hospital in Belgium, awaiting orders to be moved on. She sat down on the wooden steps, the sun shining brightly over the dismal landscape in some kind of mocking joy. How could the sun dare to show its face over the torment and misery that covered this land? She opened the letter quickly, her eyes scanning the crumpled, stained letter, occasionally studying a word for a little longer whilst trying to decipher the smudge letters. Her hand came to her mouth, stifling a sob as she read Bob’s words. Horrors. Death. Harrowing. Starving. Jews. The reason I fight. Bob’s words echoed through her mind, painting the images he had witnessed just a week before. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she fumbled with the ring that hung in the chain around her neck. It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had married in Paris four months previous. In that time both of them had witnessed more horrors than they could have ever imagined, and yet she still felt the hope rising in her chest every time she saw Bob’s spidery scrawl across the front of the stained envelope. He was still alive, they both were and that’s all that mattered.

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[mariaferero]

CIA in North Island (Final Part)

Bob Floyd x OC

A new team member joins for a big mission at Top Gun

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The team finished the mission successfully, or' with ease' as Payback had said, once they all got back safely. With everything done, I moved back to Virginia, where I did mostly office work. I don't know exactly where everyone else ended up, but I do know Rooster ended up in Hawaii and Hangman was on a ship somewhere in the Pacific. Though I know Phoenix was tempted to take a teaching position, she couldn't turn down the chance to keep flying with Bob. The two went back to Phoenix's previous station –Earl– in New Jersey, where the two flew together. That was about three hours from me, sometimes four if there was too much traffic.

So, Bob would come down to stay with me whenever he had time off. We would see each other maybe twice a month, but in all honesty, it worked for the both of us. We were able to live our own lives and grow, but still have someone to call about the good and the bad things, and someone to be happy with and spend hours on end with whenever we got to stay together.

The two of us had said 'I love you' probably three months after the mission when he was visiting one weekend.

Probably a month or so after that, I invited Bob, to come stay with me at my family's house for a long weekend. He agreed, and my family loved him.

Not long after that, he invited me to Texas to stay with his family for Labor Day Weekend. It was a slightly traumatizing experience only because I was really nervous, but the Floyd's were amazing. His sisters were so sweet and excited to meet me. His mother was a literal angel, and it makes complete sense that he is the way he is. His father was working most of the time, but he was still very welcoming and happy to have Bob home for the weekend. Bob looked elated the entire time we were there. He would help out his mom in the kitchen and follow his sisters around doing whatever they were doing or needed. It was sweet.

To the present, both Bob and I got an invite to Penny and Maverick's wedding. In all honesty, I think I was more of a plus one, but also included in an invite because they knew me and knew I would come with Bob anyway.

"Are we ready to go?" Bob smiled, sticking his head into the bathroom of our shared hotel room as I finished tying up my hair.

"Just about ready." I sighed, taking one last look in a mirror, deeming everything put together enough. "You look very handsome." I smiled, giving him a quick peck before pulling on my shoes and opening the door to leave.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He whispered in my ear as he stood next to me in the elevator, his arm wrapped around me.

"Thanks, Robbie." I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder until the elevator dinged and opened.

The two of us made our way to the car and drove to the Hard Deck where the wedding was being hosted on the beach outside. Pulling up at the bar, we got out, Bob opening my door for me. We walked inside, hand in hand, watching the groups of pilots and sailors in uniform and Penny's friends and family dressed in their nicest clothes.

"Baby on Board!" Hangman boomed, coming up to us, Payback right behind him. "Looking beautiful, Taylor." He smirked, reaching forward to give me a quick hug, which i returned laughing lightly at his compliment.

"Hey guys." I smiled, giving Payback a hug as well as Hangman went to give Bob a hug.

"Well, look who finally showed up." Rooster smirked, walking over with Phoenix, drinks in hand.

"Lou! I missed you." Phoenix grinned, throwing her arms around me.

"I missed you too Tash." I murmrued into her hair. "You look great."

"So do you." She smiled. "Can't believe Mav actually popped the question."

"You and me both, Phoenix." Rooster chuckled, looking around. "We should probably go sit down. I think everything is about to start."The group made their way to to a row of seats waiting for everyone to start going down the isle.

The wedding was beautiful. Penny looked amazing in her dress. Maverick was adorable the whole time, a huge grin on his face. I danced the night away with Bob and occasionally Hangman when Bob decided he would rather sit down for a bit. It was fun. I liked being back around these people having fun, enjoying life.

"I love you Lou." Bob murmured in my ear as we swayed side to side on the dance floor as lights shown down on everyone. "Thank you for coming here with me."

"Robbie, I would come with you anywhere, I love you too." I beamed, resting my head on his shoulders.

[writeyourdarlings]

Been obsessed with bob for a long time, but didn’t know why i just draw him recently. Such an underrated character🥺💕

[illisius]

hiiii :) wondering if you could do a gif set for bob like the one you did for hangman and rooster? thank you!! 😊

hey babes! i love bob and i loved doing this one, you can find the answer to your request here

thank you so much for requesting!

[inkdrinkerworld]

omg thinking about how bob floyd would be so achingly patient and kind with a shy!reader. he’d encourage you to take your time to say what you want to say, and he’d be really understanding and never give you grief for your shyness <3 ugh I love him !!

So sorry this took so long to get to mal! But I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

You’re frustrated, you can’t seem to get your thoughts together or get them out and you feel like Bob is going to get irritated with you.

It’s an irrational thought, Bob could never be irritated with you.

“Bob I’m sorry,” you mumble, laying your head in your hands as you try to even your breathing.

“Sorry for what, darling?” Bob rubs his hands up and down your arms.

“I’m no good at being with your friends. I’m not good at conversation with them and it’s always so weird.”

Bob’s knees click as he stoops down, wanting to catch your eyes as you hide your face on your work table.

“Hey,” his voice is soft and sweet, hands warm as they coax your face from your hands. “You’re plenty good at talking to them.”

You shake your head, nibbling on your lip as you look at Bob. “Everyone’s so fun and not shy and then there’s me who can’t even look them in the eyes for more than five seconds.”

Bob tuts, leaning into your space with a frown. “Doesn’t matter to them, darling. Don’t forget I don’t talk much to them either.”

You groan, “You’re their teammate it’s acceptable if you don’t talk to them. I’m the newbie.”

Bob chuckles, hands tugging you out from behind your table.

He pins you to the table with his hips, his hands on the table. “You’re not a newbie, you’re my girl. If you don’t talk to them while we’re all out it doesn’t bother them. Hangman does plenty chatter for everyone there.”

Bob’s blue eyes are hard to dismiss, clear and intense as he stares at you. “You can be as shy as you like, you can sit in silence the whole time we’re out and they wouldn’t care. Know why?”

You shake your head, Bob’s good at talking you down ledges you find yourself on. “Cause when you do talk, you’re always asking them about what they’re doing and what they like. So, if you have days where you don’t wanna chat, they’ll understand. Yeah?”

“Yeah, Robby.” Bob smiles, stamping a kiss to your lips.

[fanboyswhore9]

If this doesn’t give Bob energy, Idk what does:

VC: @kasongrainger & @sorenw11 on Insta

[ryebecca]

for @bobfloyds! ✨

want a moodboard?

[momentaryescape]

Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not

Bob Floyd x Reader Word Count: 763 Warnings: None

We were sittin' up there on your momma's roof Talkin' 'bout everything under the moon

You had known Robert “Bob” Floyd since you were kids. Your teen years were spent wishing you were with him. He was the one you thought of when people asked about your future.

With the smell of honeysuckle and your perfume All I could think about was my next move

Bob was mesmerized by you, your laugh was like music to his ears. The smell of your perfume was the sweetest thing he had ever smelled.

Oh, but you were so shy, so was I Maybe that's why it was so hard to believe When you smiled and said to me

Bob spent hours planning how he was going to ask you out. He wanted to make it perfect for you. When you said yes he was over the moon. The next night he showed up at your doorstep with flowers for you.

The two of you slowly started going out on proper dates. When Bob asked you if you would be his girlfriend you smiled before saying yes and looking up at him and saying

"Are you gonna kiss me or not? Are we gonna do this or what? I think you know I like you a lot But you're 'bout to miss your shot Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Pulling you in your lips met, it felt like you were in heaven. In his eyes, you were an angel. He didn’t know what he did to be blessed with you, but he was willing to sacrifice anything for you. To you he was your knight in shining armor, he saved you from the dark and showed you the world. This was the truest form of love either of you had ever felt.

It was the best dang kiss that I ever had Except for that long one after that And I knew if I wanted this thing to last Sooner or later I'd have to ask for your hand

Bob had enlisted in the Navy. The two of you promised that you would stay together through it all. And you did. Through Bootcamp and him being stationed at Lamore, you had always stayed. After years of dating, he asked for your parent's blessing to make you Mrs.Floyd. He already had the ring, and when he got the yes he was already asking his fellow top gun aviators how to propose.

So I took a chance Bought a wedding band and I got down on one knee And you smiled and said to me

“I love you y/n. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

With a smile and tears in your eyes, you look at him. “I love you do much, yes Bobby”

"Are you gonna kiss me or not? Are we gonna do this or what? I think you know I love you a lot I think we've got a real good shot Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

The future you had dreamed of was falling into place and you had never been as happy as you were when you were with Bob.

So, we planned it all out for the middle of June From the wedding cake to the honeymoon And your momma cried When you walked down the aisle

You guys held your wedding in California. The place you two had planted your roots, where you knew you wanted to eventually have kids and raise them.

When the preacher man said, "Say I do" I did and you did too, then I lifted that veil And saw your pretty smile and I said

Both your families sat watching you stand under the alter. Teary smiles as the “I do’s” were said. When Bob was told to ‘Kiss the bride” you looked at him smiling before asking him

"Are you gonna kiss me or not? Are we gonna do this or what? Look at all the love that we got It ain't never gonna stop Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Bob smiled pulling your face close your lips crashing together. He was scared this was all a dream. You were too. Neither of you thought it was going to happen, that it was true good to be true.

Yeah baby, I love you a lot I really think we've got a shot Are you gonna kiss me or not?

It felt like a fairytale ending, the boy gets the girl, and given a life that once felt so far away.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love Through the Pages Masterlist

Synopsis : Bob Floyd isn’t the man you typically find in a love story. His awkward mannerism and unusual ways don’t make him the typical heart throb, but Bob certainly has his charms. He finds love in an unexpected place when he finds a hidden message in a book that changes his life for ever. He meets the girl of his dreams but true love is not always an easy road and can they survive the ups and downs that life throws at them.

Pairings: Bob Floyd x female reader/ Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin

Warnings: 18+, slow burn, to start but will pick up the pace, mentions of injuries and hospitals, smut, 18+, failed relationships.

Thank you so much @callsign-phoenix for betaing for me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

The end

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[mariaferero]

CIA in North Island (Part 4)

Bob Floyd x OC

A new team member joins for a big mission at Top Gun

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"So our Bob actually slept over at a girl's house?" Hangman cackled, leaning back in his chair as we sat at the bar a few nights later after work.

"I did." Bob shrugged, fiddling with the glass in his hand.

"Well, look at that." Payback smirked, sipping on his beer.

"Has anyone told you guys you're almost alcoholics?" I chuckled, sipping on a soda after I realized I wouldn't do well drinking alcohol every night.

"Only daily." Rooster smirked, holding his drink up in a cheers motion towards me.

"So what's everyone doing with their day off tomorrow? Phoenix chimed, coming up beside me to rest an arm on my shoulder.

"Going on a date." Hangman smirked.

"I have a date with Netflix." Fanboy chuckled, earning himself a high five from I'm Hangman nonetheless.

"I think I'm visiting with my Mom. She said something about a bake sale or something." Payback shrugged.

"I'm having dinner with Maverick, Penny and Amelia." Rooster, explained a hint of a smile ghosting over his lips.

"I'm napping the whole time all the time." Phoenix declared.

"Probably the same." I laughed, earning myself a high five from her. "Bob?"

"I have no idea right now." He shrugged, offering me a smile.

"Well, with that in mind, I'm buying the next round." Payback declared, standing up.

"Just soda please." I yelled after him. He just waved at me, dismissing my words, even though we all knew he would still just get me a soda.

"Help me pick a song?" Bob offered, holding up a coin.

"Sure!" I beamed, jumping up, leading the way towards the hunk of colorful metal in the corner of the bar. Bob fell into step behind me, his hand falling to my lower back, helping me dodge drunken sailors wandering around the bar. Ever since he came to help me, he's gotten more touchy and talkative. "So what exactly are you thinking?"

"How about Take On Me?" He suggested flipping through the little book thing inside the machine to pull up the specific CD, but he didn't push the final button to select it.

"I say we play Total Eclipse of the Heart." I countered, smirking at him. He raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, reaching to flip to my song.

"You do the honors." He offered, holding up the coin for me to take. I did just that, putting the coin in the slot and hitting play. Music came out of the speaker and I couldn't help but tap my foot along with the song. "Come on, or else Payback will replace us with random girls he wants to pick up."

I laughed, rolling my eyes at the joke, following him back to our table. Just as Bob had said, Payback had actually filled one of our seats with a random girl dressed in plainclothes. Bob moved to stand behind the chair, gesturing for me to take a seat. I looked at him, my inner you have manners why are you being nice to me alert system going off. He rolled his eyes, moving to go to the bar since Payback had given his beer to the girl.

"Why are you standing?" Phoenix giggled, now with another empty beer glass in front of her.

"There's only one, seat. I'm gonna offer it to Bob." I shrugged.

"Yeah, who cares. He has legs, he can stand." She sassed, pulling the chair out more so that I had space to sit. I did just that, slightly begrudgingly. "This is Emily. She's stationed here for the week." Phoenix explained, sort of hinting at the fact that sailors were known to hookup with short stations.

"Awesome." I murmured, unsure of what I was supposed to add to this conversation.

"Taylor, here's your soda." Payback suddenly zoned back into the real world and handed me a glass with sprite in it.

"Thanks!" I smiled, taking a sip.

"Are you also stationed here?" The girl –Emily– smiled, turning her attention to me.

"Sort of. I'm a government agent, so I'm just here to help with a specific mission." I shrugged.

"Cool." She nodded, turning her attention back to Payback.

"Hey, at least she has manners." Phoenix whispered in my ear. I couldn't help the snort laugh that burst through my lips at her words.

Everyone went back to drinking or talking to one another and I turned to people watching. Sailors were nothing if not strange. Bob appeared beside me, another beer in his hand. He offered me a smile, getting pulled into a conversation with Rooster. I watched Maverick schmooze with Penny at the bar and I noticed a younger girl sitting behind the curtain that led to the back room. She must be Penny's daughter Amelia.

"You good?" Bob whispered once Rooster was done talking with him and moved on to something with Phoenix.

"Yep, just people watching. How's the beer?" I smiled, arching my neck so that I could see him where he stood behind me.

"Fine. No different from any of the other ones I've had." He smiled, shrugging. "You want a sip?"

"No, thanks. I'm very picky with my beers, and your raving review didn't really convince me." I joked, sipping on my sprite.

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "So... um.... Do you think you'd be up to go for a flight tomorrow? Unless you have actual plans for your day off, that is."

"Where would we go?" I pondered, a huge smile plastered on my face.

"We could go to the Grand Canyon, try to get to Oregon, really whatever you want." He shrugged, a smile lighting up his face.

"What would we be flying in? Because I went up with Mav in some military contraption, and it was not really my idea of a good time." I laughed, choosing to lean back and rest my head on his shoulder to speak with him rather than crane my neck to be heard.

"We would take a normal small two-seater plane, don't worry." He chuckled, moving some hair that was slipping out of my hair clip.

"Then you have a deal." I laughed, turning around to offer him my hand. He took it and gave me a firm handshake. "I don't really care where we go, so whatever's easiest for you, I guess. And you better know that if you have a heart attack while flying, we're both going down because I am inept when it comes to aviation. I'm still confused about how I got this position as is."

"Deal, I'll pick you up at your hotel at 10?"

"Sounds good to me. However, if that's our plane, I may actually need to go and get some sleep." I chuckled, setting my cup down and moving to stand up.

"I'll walk you to your car?" His statement came out more like a question.

"Sure." I smiled, grabbing my sweatshirt that I'd shed at some point throughout the night. "I'm gonna head home. I'll see you guys back on Thursday." I announced, getting a hug from Phoenix and a wave from everyone else. Bob followed me out of the building and towards the car quietly. "See you tomorrow." I smiled, up at him, opening my car door.

"I'll be there at ten." He nodded, gesturing for me to get in the car. "Drive safe." He smiled, closing the door for me. Bob stepped back and waved as I pulled the car out of the lot.

The next morning, I woke up and managed to pull on some nicer-looking sweatpants and a t-shirt before there was a knock on my door.

"You do realize it's 9:30." I sassed, opening the door to let Bob into my room.

"I brought food." He offered, a smile on his face as he looked at me, his eyes shining.

"You're forgiven. Sit wherever, I need to deal with my hair." I grumbled, moving towards the bathroom.

"Did a bird break in and make a nest in your hair?" Bob joked, sitting at the desk, pulling out the contents of the bag he brought with him.

"Is that sass I'm hearing, Bob Floyd." I laughed, yelling from the bathroom, running a brush through my hair.

"Who knows." He laughed along. "Hurry up, or your sandwich is going to get cold."

"I'm coming, I'm coming, chill out, man." I sassed, plopping down on the desk beside him. "Thanks for the food. Can I pay you back?"

"No, you can't pay for our first date." He deadpanned.

"This is a date?" I smiled, raising an eyebrow at his attempt at confidence. Instantly, his facade broke, and he started tripping over his words.

"Uhh.... yeah.... Uhh, I..... I thought..... If you're okay...... uhh." Bob continued to ramble, his face turning a nice shade of red.

"Breath, breath. I'm messing with you. I'd be honored to go on a date with the infamous Bob Floyd." I smiled, taking a deep breath before leaning over and placing a feather-light kiss on his cheek. If it was possible, his face managed to go at least another shade darker.

"Awesome." He almost whispered, going back to munching on his breakfast sandwich.

"So, have you decided where we're going?" I prompted, leaning back into the wall, sipping on the coffee he brought.

"I was thinking the Grand Canyon. It's pretty great, and I just think it'd be fun." He offered, glancing up at me to see my reaction.

"Sounds great."

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"Have fun at home, you lazy bum." Phoenix yelled at me as she walked out of the girl's bathroom.

"Whatever, alcoholic." I yelled back, stifling my laugh as I reached for my bag and slung it over my shoulder, walking out of the room. Before I could even get three steps before I felt a weight beside me.

"Can I walk you to your car?" Bob beamed, resting his arm across my shoulders. Since our date to the Grand Canyon, Bob started getting more affectionate. He would lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek before we had training. He'd hold my hand when we were next to each other. If we were at the bar and I was sitting, he would stand and rest his hands on the back of my chair or wrap an arm around my collarbone. I enjoyed it. I can't deny that. But it made me a little nervous, maybe a little uncomfortable in the sense that this wasn't permanent, and it was new.

"Of course." I smiled, taking a breath before leaning up and kissing his cheek, his lips turned up in a smile.

"How was your meeting while we were flying?" Bob smiled, holding the door open for us.

"Just fine. They're finalizing plans for the mission. It sounds like you guys will probably go next Monday." I explained, reaching around in my bag for my car keys. "Do you want to come over and get dinner?" I offered, smiling up at him.

"Sure." He beamed, reaching around me with the arm not around my shoulders to open the driver's-side car door. 'M'lady."

"Why, thank you." I chuckled, getting in. He closed the door for me before walking around to the other side.

"What do you want for dinner?" He piped up, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Can we make pancakes?" I gasped, realizing how good that actually sounded.

"Your hotel room doesn't have a stove." He pointed out. "But if you really want pancakes, we can stop at the grocery store and then go to my place. The navy put me up in a house with Fanboy and Coyote. We have a full kitchen, luckily."

"Okay, that works for me." I shrugged, give me directions, and I'll get us where we need to be.

After a quick stop at the grocery store, we drove to Bob's place. I parked the car, and he swatted me out of the way when I tried to grab the bag. We walked up to the house, and he unlocked the door. I could hear screaming coming from the inside.

"Is that Coyote?" I laughed, peering around Bob when we walked inside, trying to see what the noise was from.

"Probably." He shrugged, heading down the hall to what I assumed was the kitchen. "Okay, lead the way, chef." He laughed, taking the contents of the bag out and putting it on the counter, gesturing for me to go for it.

"I need a pan, a bowl, and a whisk." I declared, reaching behind me to pull my hair up into a bun, so it was out of my face.

"No measuring cups?" He raised an eyebrow at me, rummaging around the kitchen.

"Nah, those are for the weak of heart. I prefer to eyeball it." I explained, opening up the container of pancake mix.

"If you say so." He chuckled, placing everything in front of me. We successfully made a stack of pancakes, Bob occasionally coming to peer over my shoulder at the food, placing both his hands on my waist as he did it. Considering we made more that we expected to, Bob went off into the depths of the house to find Fanboy and Coyote to see if they wanted pancakes. I took it their answer was a yes, because I heard loud footsteps quickly coming my way.

"Taylor!" Fanboy cheered. "You've graced us with pancakes. You're awesome." He beamed, giving me a quick hug before grabbing a plate and serving himself some food.

"Thanks, Taylor." Coyote smiled, grabbing his own food. Bob walked back into the kitchen, coming up behind me as I started to clean dishes.

"We can do that later. Get some food." He rolled his eyes, pushing my lightly towards the plate of pancakes when I didn't move.

"Fine." I grumbled, making a point to give him a side-eye. He just laughed at me and whipped the hand towel in my general direction, like that would make me move faster. I made two plates, offering one to Bob, before sitting down at the table with Coyote and Fanboy.

"So, are you guys playing happy family while we're here?" Fanboy said out of nowhere, Coyote chuckling along with him like they were little boys asking an adult a question they knew they weren't supposed to ask.

"We're sort of dating." Bob declared, reaching for my hand under the table.

"Well, good for y'all, I guess." Coyote winked before stuffing his face with food.

"Be careful, Taylor. Navy men are red flags." Fanboy laughed at his own joke.

"Trust me; I know you are, Fanboy." I winked, earning myself a chunk of pancake flying in my direction.

"Don't be mean to me. Go back to making out with Bobby boy here." He stuck his tong out at me, gathering his plate and things. "I'm leaving. I don't like to be places I'm not wanted." He dramatically walked off.

"I'll leave you two to your dinner and make sure he doesn't spill syrup everywhere. Thanks for the pancakes again." Coyote smiled, getting up to follow after Fanboy.

With both of them gone, Bob surprised me by releasing my hand, grabbing the edge of my seat, and yanking my chair towards him. Resting his arm across the back of my chair, he beamed at me.

"That's better." He laughed to himself.

"Eat your pancakes, stupid." I chuckled, flicking his temple. "So we're sorta dating, huh?"

"I mean... if you want to be." He murmured, suddenly choosing to take an interest in his plate.

"I mean... that sounds nice." I made fun of him, earning an eye roll as he looked back up at me.

"So mean." He laughed, leaning forward to place a light kiss on my lips.

"I'm an angel; what are you talking about." I laughed along, reaching forward to grab a handful of his shirt and pull him in for another kiss.

Less than a week later, I found myself perched on a table in the navy hanger while Maverick and Cyclone debriefed the team on their mission plans. The group was to take off tomorrow and hopefully finish successfully. The whole thing was bitter sweet. They'd worked hard and they all knew what they were doing, but now I knew them all and if something happened, I think I would probably just crumple to the floor. It would hurt, there is no doubt about that.

"So Taylor leaves once we finish this?" Hangman piped up once everyone was done and the big boss had left.

"Yep, I'm back to D.C." I shrugged, spinning myself around on the table so that I could see everyone behind me.

"What are we gonna do without our token fed?" Payback laughed, getting up to come give me back a tupperware I'd left with him the night before since he had a bit of a cold.

"Go back to normal life I guess." I honestly didn't really know what to say. It'd been almost six weeks of pure chaos here getting to know these goons.

"She's going to go back to tricking grown men into believing she's stupid so that they speak about top secret information." Rooster joked. I'd told them all about one time I had to go undercover. It wasn't an intense CIA mission like you'd expect, but I did spend three or four months under an alias in Poland trying to bust a ring. Now Rooster loved to pretend I was a top secret spy who went on missions all the time.

"How do you know I'm not doing that now?" I quipped, earning an eye roll from Maverick.

"Because you're not stupid." Rooster shrugged.

"Your logic is foolproof, wow." Phoenix laughed, standing up. "Are we good to go?" She turned to Maverick.

"Sure, you're free, but don't do anything crazy tonight." He instructed, standing up as well. Everyone took the hint, copying his actions. Everyone headed towards the locker rooms to change. I decided I would just head home in what I was wearing. There was no point changing when I wasn't going out tonight.

"We're going to Bob, Fanboy and Coyote's place tonight to cook and hang out. It's nothing too big." Phoenix explained, coming up behind me, her shirt unbuttoned showing her tank top.

"Sounds good. I'll head home and change, then go that way." I nodded, fixing my bag on my shoulder.

"Just come with me. You left a shirt there last weekend and I have other stuff you can borrow." Bob added, appearing on my otherside. "I drove."

"Okay." I sort of just push out of my mouth, awkwardly looking around at the other pilots around us. Phoenix raised her eyebrow at me suspisciously while Payback and Hangman burst into some dramatic spew of words. Bob, just reached forward, grabbing my hand. He murmured something to Rooster before pulling me away from the group. "Did you swallow a frog or something?"

"Shut up, I'm doing my best." I grumbled, reaching over to give him a good whack with my bag.

"I haven't gotten to tell you today, but you look beautiful." He whispered in my ear as I walked past him through the door. "Did you drive yourself?"

"I did." I nodded, trying not to get too flustered by his words.

"Do you want to leave your car here, and I can take you to my place and home tonight, then pick you up on my way in tomorrow?" He offered, popping open the top two buttons of his uniform.

"No, you need your sleep for tomorrow. We will drive separate." I decided, rifling through my bag for my keys. He just nodded, grabbing his own keys.

"See you there. Drive safe." Bob smiled, starting in the direction of his car.

"Hey, Bob." I murmured, getting his attention. He turned around, looking at me. I took two steps toward him and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. "See you there."

With that, I drove away, a small smile on my face the whole way to Bob's place. He pulled into the driveway, and I decided I should park on the street so that I don't get in Coyote or Fanboy's way. As I put the car in park, I looked up as my door opened on its own. Bob stood outside my car, a huge smile on his face.

"You look cute." I smiled, grabbing my bag and stepping out of the car. His cheeks turned a lite pink as he offered me his hand. Locking my car, I grabbed his hand, and we walked into the house.

"I have your shirt in my room, and you can borrow a pair of sweats if you want." Bob offered, pulling me up the stairs towards his room.

"I'll try them, but if they're too big, I'll just stick with what I got." I laughed, moving to sit on the end of his bed as he shuffled around gathering clothes. "Thanks." I beamed, taking what he offered, standing up to go find the bathroom.

"No, I'll leave. I need to go grab my things from the laundry room downstairs, anyway." He murmured, heading out the door, closing it as I went. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and moved to pull on the t-shirt I'd left here. Giving the pants Bob had handed me a once over, I guessed they would generally fit me, so I peeled my dress pants off and pulled on the sweats. Right as I moved to stand in front of the mirror to deal with my hair, there was a knock on the door. "If you're not done, I can just change out here."

"I'm done," I yelled, going to open the door. "Thanks for the clothes." I reached forward and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me, sort of grabbing onto the fabric of my t-shirt.

"You look great." He mused into my hair, pulling me closer quickly before letting me go and heading back into his room, holding a pile of clothes under his arm. Before I could even offer to leave or close the door, Bob unbuttoned the rest of his uniform and pulled off his tank top. I couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous man in front of me. His shoulders were broad, even though he didn't always look the part with his general demeanor. The muscles on his back were prominent as he reached up and pulled a shirt over his head.

Before I could think another thought, and before he could turn around, I blurted out. "I'm gonna go put my bag back in my car." I practically sprinted out his bedroom door and towards my car. Rooster and Fanboy were coming back as I exited the house.

"Looking good, Taylor." Rooster chuckled as I passed them.

"Shut up, Bradshaw." I threw over my shoulder, unlocking my car before tossing my bag in the passenger side. Turning on my heel, I strode back to the two as they stood in the driveway. "What are we eating?"

"That's the million-dollar question." Rooster agreed, gesturing for me to lead the way to the house.

"I think Coyote got some steaks this morning before he left for work." Fanboy piped up, opening the front door.

"Sounds great. I can help get them started, and you can get changed. Rooster, gear up; you're my sous chef." I declared, heading towards the kitchen. Rooster followed after me, mumbling something to himself. "Grab the meat from the fridge."

"Aye, aye, captain." He joked, banging around the kitchen.

"Is there an earthquake?" Bob joked, coming into the kitchen, now dressed in his own shirt and sweats. He came up to reach above me before I could reach up and grab some seasonings, placing a kiss on my cheek before walking over to help Rooster.

"Girly, let me tell you!" Phoenix's voice boomed through the house as she entered. "Some Top Gun student tried to hit on me as I walked to my car."

"No!" I burst out laughing. "They look like children."

"I know! And what on earth do they think was happening? Why would I be on base if I wasn't in the navy." She groaned, coming to lean on the counter next to me.

"He probably knew and thought it was hot." I joked, knowing it would just irk her more.

"Don't get me started; men are the scum of this earth," Phoenix grumbled, pushing off the counter to go peer over Rooster's shoulder. "Hello, scum."

"I feel so loved." Rooster joked, shoving her lightly with her shoulder. "What do you want me to do with the food, Taylor?"

"Do you guys have a grill?" I turned to Bob and Coyote, who had apparently entered while we were all bickering.

"Yeah, it's in the back." Bob nodded. "I can help." He offered, reaching to take the meat from Rooster and prop the door open with his foot. We walked into the backyard, which I hadn't realized existed, but there was a smaller grill sitting beside the house. "Are you the head chef?"

"Indeed I am." I beamed up at him. "Now, let's get this moving. I'm hungry." I declared, taking the tarp off the grill and figuring out how to get it heated up.

Not even twenty minutes later, Bob and I were walking back into the house with a plate full of steaks. Someone had made a salad and what looked like a bowl of bread, and everyone was now sitting around the kitchen table or leaning against the wall.

"CIA agent and professional chef, is there anything you can't do, Taylor?" Hangman smirked, sending me a wink as he reached forward to take the plate from my hands and place it on the table.

"I'm full of talents." I shrugged, taking a seat next to Phoenix.

"Oh, Taylor, I didn't tell you... wait, why do I still call you Taylor?" The girl beside me piped up like the thought had taken all other thoughts from her brain.

"I don't know; none of you ever said anything else or asked if you could call me anything else. Plus, we work together, and I guess it's a step up from you all just calling me Agent Taylor." I looked around awkwardly, not enjoying the attention that was all suddenly directed at me.

"What even is your first name?" Payback piped up, looking at me skeptically.

"Lou," Bob responded before I could answer.

"You still seem like a Taylor to me." Payback shrugged, turning his attention back to a conversation with Coyote and Fanboy.

"Thanks?" I sort of confusedly laughed to myself, unsure of if I was getting a compliment or not.

"Well, Lou. I was telling Rooster and Jakipoo here that I was talking with Mav after our meeting, and he said I can get a teaching position here most likely unless I want to keep flying with our favorite WSO." She beamed at me, seemingly proud of using my first name.

"Congrats! I'm so proud of you." I beamed, standing up and giving her a hug from behind. She contorted herself so that she could reach around and return my hug.

"Why would you ever part ways with Baby on Board here." Hangman joked, flicking something at Bob.

"I guess it all sort of hinges on how this mission ends up." Phoenix shrugged honestly, a look of worry taking over her face.

"We're good at this. We've done it before, we can do it again." Hangman shrugged, Rooster and Payback echoing his sentiments. Although they were right and everyone was extremely qualified, after Phoenix' words there was a cloud over the room. Everyone sat and chatted about random things, so much, so it almost sounded like small talk. We ate and smiled and tried to ignore the fact that they were all going to go risk their lives tomorrow morning to try to complete this mission I had brought to the Navy in the first place. Bob stood directly behind my chair the whole dinner, unless he was eating. He has a hand around me in a sort of hug, or he was holding my hand or just touching me in some way like he needed it to anchor himself.

Faster than I think any of us were expecting when we all arrived at the house, everyone was leaving. I stood up, offering to help clean up as everyone else. Bob and I did the dishes as Fanboy and Coyote cleaned up the dining room area.

"I'll wash, you dry." Bob declared, handing me a towel. We stood there in a comfortable silence as we cleaned up all the dishes and put them away. "Do you want to come upstairs?"

"What are you insinuating?" I joked, smirking at him as I tossed my towel onto the counter.

"No.... No... I was.... Uh..." He started to ramble, his cheeks turning red as he started to look at his feet.

"Bob, I'm messing with you." I laughed, reaching for his hand before pulling him in for a kiss.

"Not that I don't..." He sort of mumbled into my hair as I hugged him. "But I was hoping we could just cuddle. I want to spend time with just you before I have to go tomorrow."

"I'd love to, Bob." I beamed, reaching for his hand as I pulled away. We walked slowly upstairs. I said goodnight to Coyote and Fanboy as we passed through the dining room towards the stairs. Inside the room is when I started to feel sort of awkward. Instead of letting my anxiety get the best of me, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Bob towards me into a hug, my face now buried in his shirt. He slowly ran his hands through my hair, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of my head.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" He murmured into my hair, making me giggle.

"Floyd, shut up and come lay here with me before I have to leave." I scolded, pushing him away enough, so I could kick my shoes off again and pushing myself farther onto the bed until my back was against the wall. A small smile on his face, he did the same, crawling towards me. He took a moment before laying his head in my lap as I sat there. "You look cute." I mused. I couldn't help but smile at him as his blue eyes looked up at me, a happy little grin on his face.

We sat there in silence, looking at each other or just existing in the calm. I started running my hands through his hair as we sat there. He almost instantly relaxed, his eyes closing.

Probably thirty minutes later, I looked up at the clock on his night stand and saw the time. "I think I should go. You need sleep before tomorrow." I sighed, causing him to open his eyes and look up at me.

"Do you think.... Would you possibly want to stay the night? Only if you're comfortable, of course." He questioned quietly, gazing right up at me.

"Bob, as much as I want to, I really think you need to get good sleep tonight, so you're ready for tomorrow." I tried to argue, moving slightly. He got the memo, getting off of me.

"If you do really want to stay –again, not pressuring you– I think I would honestly sleep better if you stayed." Bob stated honestly, a slight pink hue showing on his cheeks.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I would never lie to you." He said, like it was the simplest thing in the entire world.

"Then, I'd love to stay, Bob." I smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead.

Without another word –a huge smile on his face– Bob pulled me down to him in sort of a hug. After a squeeze, he quickly jumped up and turned off the lights, coming back. He pulled back the covers and let me get in.

"You're not going to let me brush my teeth?" I joked, as he laid down beside me.

"Not now." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my towards his chest.