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the-shedevil-writes · 22 days ago

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Mabuhay! I would like to request for our lovely Bob Floyd. Reader is pointing at something with their lips but Bob mistakenly thinks she wants a kiss. I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night.

This is the most niche thing ever, but for all my Filipina girlies <3

KISS POINT (Bob Floyd x Filipina!Reader)

DESCRIPTION: Dating you meant Bob Floyd was getting a crash course in Filipino culture. Words in Tagalog. Karaoke 24/7. Rice for breakfast. When staying at your family home, you realize that he might be new, but he’s more than willing to learn WORD COUNT: 1.2k (More of a little drabble) WARNINGS: Established relationship. Reader is Filipina! Bob's a little clueless but he's trying very hard. Domestic fluff. NOTES: God, I'm just like my Filipina grandmother (falling in love with a Navy man) MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Bob Floyd had no idea what dating a Filipina woman would entail. But he soon learned that it meant rice, eggs, and sausages for breakfast, learning traditions like Mano Po so he wouldn’t embarrass himself, and that karaoke night was… every second of the day. He felt incredibly out of his element, especially around her family, but he was determined to try to learn.

It was day 2 of staying with her family, and he came downstairs to find his girlfriend’s grandmother cooking breakfast. It had taken him a while to figure out that Lola wasn’t her name, but that ‘lola’ meant grandma. The woman looked like Y/n, just stouter and with more wrinkles. Her dark hair flared up in a perm.

“Good morning.” He said, looking around for Y/n.

Her lola turned and smiled. She didn’t speak the strongest English, but she was still kind to Bob. Making teasing jokes at him in Tagalog that he didn’t understand.

“Good morning.” She repeated back in a heavy accent and a nod.

“Do you need any help with that?” He asked, walking over, noticing the Vienna sausages were popping in oil on the stove.

Her lola looked up at him with big eyes before shaking her head and waving him off. She pointed to the rice pot, and Bob nodded, realizing that’s what she wanted him to do. He walked over and grabbed the pot out of the cooker before going to the ten-pound bag of rice that sat slumped in the corner.

Opening it, he found a mug inside as a measuring cup… Which meant he had no idea how much to put in the pot. He started scooping and filled it up most of the way. Then he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

But thankfully, Y/n came out just in time. She leaned on the door frame of the kitchen, watching Bob and her lola work in the kitchen.

“Morning.” She smiled, alerting her grandma and her boyfriend.

Bob turned around and smiled, relieved. “Morning.” He walked over, still holding the small pot of rice, and kissed her cheek, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. You snoring woke me up, so I thought I’d go for a walk.” She teased, then looked down at the rice pot, “You making rice, baby?”

His face turned a little red, “Uh, yeah- your uh- your lola needed help. But I’m unsure what to do…”

“Well, for one, your rice pot’s too full.” She pointed out stifling a giggle. She knew he still needed to learn, so she didn’t want to embarrass him. Taking it from him, she nodded over for him to follow her.

Once she opened the bag again, she let some of the rice fall back inside. Her lola turned around and started to laugh at them.

“Kano. Kano.” Her lola teased, giggling to herself

“Lola.” Y/n shook her head as she closed up the rice bag.

“What does that mean?” Bob asked, worriedly looking between them

“Kano is like ‘foreigner’.”

“Okay, so far I’ve been called… p-puti, guapo, pogi, and kano… I think I prefer guapo or pogi.” He said, stammering, trying to get the pronunciation right.

Y/n smiled as she stood back up. She patted his cheek reassuringly. “Yes, you are very pogi.”

She made her way over to the sink. “Then you wash the rice.” She explained, running her hands through the rice under running water. “Just until the water’s clear.” She poured out the old water and let it fill up again. Bob watched intently.

“Then… can you grab me the lid?” She asked.

Bob looked around, unsure where it had gone. Then she raised her eyebrows and pointed at it on the counter behind him using her lips. The typical quick duck pout that most Filipino’s knew was just a way to point at things.

He smiled a little, and instead of turning around, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. She looked at him, a little wide-eyed and confused, but with a smile. Then she realized what had happened.

“Oh, Bob. I meant-” She started to laugh, her hands still in the rice pot.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“When I-” She pointed with her lips again, “It’s just a way of pointing. The rice pot’s right behind you.”

His face completely flushed red, and he breathed out a small laugh. The morning sun through the windows lit up his crooked smile.

“Got it. I should start doing that too.” He turned and grabbed the lid and handed it to her right as she pulled out the pot. “Like this?” He pouted his lips and stared at the rice pot, making her laugh.

“It’s quick. It’s like… when someone you don’t like walks in the room, and you need a way to point them out while being discreet.” She showed him again by raising her brows and pointing her lips quickly.

Bob tried to imitate, and she smiled at his attempts. When he got close enough with a quick brow raise and lip point, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

“Yes, like that.” She said as he smiled and blushed, caught off guard. “Let me show you the way to measure the water.”

He came close to her, and she immediately flipped him off.

“The perfect tool.” She said, making Bob laugh in confusion. She put her middle finger in the rice and water, and the water line went right up to her first knuckle. “Perfect. You just put the water to the first knuckle on your middle finger.”

“But your middle finger is smaller than mine.”

“Don’t question it. We just do it. And it works.” Nina said with a testing brow raise.

He jutted his bottom lip out and shook his head in surrender. She put the rice pot in the cooker and flipped the switch. Simple as that. She wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.

“There. Now you’re making rice.” She said happily, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Draping his arms around his waist, he looked down at her, then did a little lip point. She laughed out loud at how his glasses fell to his nose.

“Are you pointing at something or asking for a kiss?” She asked

“Asking for a kiss.” He said in a small voice.

She leaned up and kissed him, pulling him in by his shoulders. He pulled her into a hug so that even when he pulled away, he rested his chin on her head. He sighed a little anxiously.

“You’re doing fine,” She reassured.

Then suddenly from the dining table, “Y/n. Bobby. Kain na.” Her lola called them to eat.

“Wala rice!” She called back, “Still cooking!” Her lola nodded and waved them over. “Mainit pa ang pagkain.”

Y/n sighed and shook her head, and Bob watched their verbal tennis slightly in awe.

“I’ll learn,” Bob suddenly said, nodding determined.

She turned back up to him, realizing he had been left in the dark. With a small smile, she squeezed his shoulders. “She called us to eat. ‘Kain na’. You’ll hear that one a lot. I said there’s no rice. ‘Wala rice’. Then she said the food’s still hot. ‘Mainit pa ang pagkain.”

“Mainit is hot?” He tried to figure out. His brows were scrunched all cutely.

“You got it.” She smiled, “Now let’s go eat a little until the rice is ready, or I think lola’s gonna deck us.”

He smiled and took her hand as she led him into the dining area. Sure, he was pretty lost when it came to his girlfriend’s culture. But he knew he was in good hands.

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the-shedevil-writes · 23 days ago

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I've gotten a few requests from Filipino readers for a one-shot specifically for the Filipino girls. So this is just a warning that my next post is gonna be so freaking niche LMAO- But I also have some other Bob Floyd & Bob Reynolds (ayo) one-shots coming soon as well BUT KAMUSTA FILIPINA QUEENS IN MY FOLLOWING I GOT YOUR BACK GIRLIES <3

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #bob floyd #bob floyd fic

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the-shedevil-writes · 26 days ago

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The Plane Playlist (Jake Seresin x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: It’s a little ironic, being terrified of flying while dating fearless Navy Aviator Jake Seresin. But when your sister’s wedding in Hawaii forces you onto a plane without Jake by your side, he finds his own way to keep you grounded. WORD COUNT: 2.6k WARNINGS: Fear of flying/anxiety mentioned. Established relationship. Comfort! Domestic fluff. Just a lot of fluff honestly. MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

It was so completely ironic that the lucky woman dating Hangman- the most reckless and most fearless aviator- was terrified of planes. There was something about the lack of control. The thought of being catapulted into the sky and having to trust whoever the pilot was up front horrified her.

That was something that Jake could understand. He also had his own set of control issues, which all the Daggers were all too familiar with. He liked to lead the missions and be in control of his jet. There was a reason he wasn’t a WSO, because even though they were technically the ones calling the shots, Jake needed to be the one with the joystick.

Y/n hadn’t anticipated her sister’s wedding taking place in Hawaii. Hell, they had beaches in San Diego! Why go all the way to some remote island to get married when they had sand and ocean right at their doorstep? But this wasn’t something she could miss. There was no way anybody would accept her skipping out on her sister’s wedding because of some silly flying anxiety.

So the night before, she packed silently in her and Jake’s room. It wasn’t like her to be so quiet. Usually, there’d be music playing while she did menial tasks, but her thoughts were running a million miles a minute. Too fast to even think about putting music on. Even just the thought of being trapped in an airborne plane made her feel sick. She couldn’t picture it, yet she kept thinking about it. It’d been so long since she’d been on a plane. How did airport check-ins go? What could she pack in her carry-on? What if TSA found something in her bag and she were arrested for a slightly larger shampoo bottle?

Jake watched her frantically stew from the door. He leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. Honestly, it was a little entertaining to see her so stuck in her own thoughts. There was slight amusement in watching her pace back and forth between her closet and the bed where her luggage sat. But he also saw the way her brows creased. The way her lips pouted as she concentrated on her overwhelming anxiety, no doubt.

“Hey,” He said, and she jumped, startled. Her head whipped over to him. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“I don’t think I’ve been on a plane since like middle school, Jake,” She pointed out, crossing her arms.

He nodded and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “I fly every day, and have taken probably over a dozen commercial flights. All without a hitch.”

He leaned down to kiss her head, but she looked up stubbornly, preventing him.

“But you’re you! You’re the one flying the damn thing more than half the time. If you were flying the plane, I’d feel better.”

He laughed and shook his head slowly, “Aw, sweetheart. That would not be true.”

She squinted her eyes with a glare that could turn him into stone.

Then he swallowed and nodded with nervous eyes, “I mean- I am totally and completely safe and never risky in my flight maneuvers.”

With a playful shove against his chest, she laughed. That was something that always drew her to Jake. He could make her laugh even in the worst points of distress. Yes, he was a shithead a good amount of the time. Teasing and getting on her nerves like he did with everybody else. But she was one of the few people who got to see the gentle side of Jake. This side. The one who still had humor, but said his jokes in a tone of voice that was smooth and easygoing.

“I’m just… really nervous.” She admitted, putting her face in his chest. His green pajama shirt was so soft. The fabric smelled like the ocean breeze detergent she had bought him.

He leaned down and actually kissed her head this time. “You’ll be just fine. I’ll drop you off tomorrow night, and you can call me if you need anything.”

“I wish you could go.” She muffled into his shirt, making him laugh a little.

He shrugged, gently running his hand up and down her back. “Yeah, well. The missions come first, unfortunately. But I swear, I’ve got some vacation days saved up. I’ll be there for your next flight.”

She groaned, and it was once again muffled in his chest.

The next day, Jake did everything he could to relax her before her flight. But he needed to be inconspicuous. Casually deciding to pick up donuts at the gas station for her that morning. Doing the dishes so she didn’t have to worry about doing them before her flight. If he were too obvious about trying to relax her, she’d just be more inclined to think about it. He could read her like a book.

After she triple checked her bags, she walked out into the living room to find Jake scrolling through Netflix on the TV. He had an overly exertive expression on his face- as if he were struggling.

“Hey, sweetheart. Just tryna figure out something to watch here.” He laid out the bait.

She looked at the TV, her head tilting. “Hmm… What are you in the mood for?”

He patted the seat next to him and shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve got some time before your flight, so I figured something light-hearted.”

“You? Light-hearted? Please.” She laughed as she went and sat next to him. He casually took her legs and draped them over his. “What do you mean you’re not feigning for some action movie that’s gonna put me to sleep?”

“Well, that’s not really something I’d put on before a flight.”

She looked between him and the TV curiously, “Then put something you would.”

He shrugged and scrolled through the series of lists and channels. Pausing on a chick flick from the '90s, he turned to her and saw her face light up.

“You’re just doing this for me!” She swatted his chest, unbelieving.

“No. I’ve never seen it.” He said casually

“You’ve never seen She’s All That?! God, that’s one of my favorites.”

He pressed play immediately, and she got comfortable. They shifted around different positions until they found the one that was the comfiest. She laid her head on his lap as he sat up with his head against the cushions. His fingers involuntarily started combing through her hair.

Looking down at her, he saw the relaxed, contented expression on her face, and he felt like it was a mission success.

Halfway through the movie, her eyes started to get heavier and heavier. She had seen this movie a hundred times and knew exactly what was gonna happen next, so there was no point in trying to stay awake. Plus, Jake scratching her scalp didn’t help.

“Fall asleep, sweetheart. We’ve got time. I’ll grab dinner before the airport.” He said softly.

With a soft grumble of acknowledgment, she let her eyes shut.

Jake waited for her breathing to even out before he reached out to the side table for her phone. Shit. It was just barely out of reach. Extending his arm as much as he could, his fingertips could barely graze her phone case. He had an idea, but he didn’t want her to know about it. He couldn’t let her know about it.

He looked around for something to help him until he felt his lanyard in his pocket. He very gently took it out and watched his partner’s face for any signs of waking up. When she didn’t stir, he threw the lanyard out. Fishing for his girlfriend's phone was proving to be more difficult than he thought it’d be. God, this looked so suspicious if she woke up, which is why he had to hurry up.

He threw it out again, and it finally lassoed around the top of the phone. Holding his breath, he ever so carefully pulled it towards him. And the second it was in reach, he stretched and grabbed it. Another successful mission.

After a quick dinner, Jake drove her to the airport, and Y/n already looked like she was about to be sick. Her face was pale, and she kept taking anxious deep breaths that didn’t feel fulfilling. As they entered the busy terminal drop-off, he squeezed her thigh, and she looked at him with nervous, wide eyes.

“Remember, you just gotta check in your luggage, go through security, then you’re all set to find your gate. It’s easy.” He reassured.

“It doesn’t sound easy.” She admitted

He squeezed his Jeep into a fortunate spot by the curb. The orange overhead lights lit the stone terminal in the dark night.

“You’ve got this.” He said, opening his door.

He went around the car and opened her door for her. She stepped down, holding onto Jake’s shoulders for balance. He beamed up at her as she did. That was always his favorite part- how she used him to brace herself and get down from the tall Jeep. Swear to god, he’d open that passenger side for the rest of his life if it meant her hands gripped onto his shoulders and biceps like that.

They opened the Jeep's trunk and grabbed her small luggage. She took in her surroundings. Wow, it was busy, and the wind funnelled in from the outside and through the terminal pickup. People were squeezing their cars in where they could, and there were families and groups running in, seemingly late.

She felt Jake put his hands on her shoulders. “Text me when you’re boarding, and when you land.” He said, breaking her out of her trance.

She nodded and looked up into his baby blue eyes. There was a feeling of dread that settled in her stomach. Genuine fear prickled up her arms and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. And she wasn’t even in the airport yet. Her lip started to quiver, and he cupped her face.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay. Don’t cry, baby.” He said softly, his thumb caressing her cheek.

She sniffled and held back her tears. “I’m scared.” Her voice wavered. “Hey. I have something I want you to do, okay?”

They were kind of holding up the line, but it didn’t seem like anybody cared, as they just shoved their car in wherever they could. She nodded, focusing on his pretty face.

“When you’ve boarded, and you’re sitting in your seat. Go through your music.”

Her brows furrowed. Her music?

“Just do it. I promise. And don’t until you’re sitting on the plane.”

“Okay. I will.” She nodded in his hands.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, “You’ll have so much fun in Hawaii. I want lots of pictures… Lots.” He pulled her in for another.

She wiped her eyes with a laugh before he could press his lips to hers. “You just want the bikini ones.”

“Well, if you’re insisting.” He said with a sly smirk, pulling her in for a final goodbye kiss.

She sighed, relaxing as he kissed her, and she took in that familiar ocean breeze scent, letting it overpower the airport smell of cleaning products and AC dust.

“Okay. I’ll keep you updated.” She nodded, pulling her luggage

He grinned, “Okay. Bye. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” She put on a brave face and walked into the airport.

She was all mixed up inside. Nearly forgetting to check in her bag, she almost took it through security until a guard pointed out that her bag was too big. So she ran back, checked her bag in, and then anxiously waited in the long line.

Listening to a podcast in her headphones, she tried to distract herself from the thoughts of being shaken in a metal tube hundreds of feet in the air. It was getting more and more difficult, but at least she had whatever Jake had done to look forward to. She itched to look at it, but she knew it’d be worth it to wait until the plane. Delayed gratification was a difficult feat, but one she was determined to make for Jake’s sake.

After surviving a pat-down from security, she walked to her gate and waited anxiously. And once they called her boarding group, that’s when her heart started to pound in her chest. Slowly walking into the jet bridge, the tunnel felt claustrophobic, and she knew the plane ahead of her would be even smaller. Her hands began to shake, and she gripped the handle of her carry-on bag like a vice. The rushing sounds of the wind and the plane’s engine rumbled under her feet. Her headphones couldn’t be tight enough.

Y: Boarding right now.

J: Awesome. Have a safe flight. You got this :)

It was a long procession as she awkwardly squeezed through the aisle to her seat in the very back. Sitting down by the window, she tried to take some deep breaths, but it wasn’t working. Her hands still shook. The plane was still rumbling. And tears were still brewing. Her lungs felt tight as she gripped the plane seat handles, and they weren’t even moving yet.

A hiccup escaped her, and she prayed that the people next to her didn’t notice.

Then she remembered.

She quickly took her phone out and opened the music app. At first, she didn’t see anything different. Huh. But then she pressed on her playlists and at the very top, she saw a new one. The cover was a picture of her and Jake from their road trip to his hometown in Texas. They sat on the dock of a lake, both in their swimsuits. Jake had his hands over her eyes jokingly, but looked at her with a strong sense of love in his gaze.

The title of the playlist?

‘01 Please Don’t Cry On The Plane’

She laughed at the title. He knew her too well. There was a little description written underneath the photo.

Hi, baby. Knowing you, you’re gonna be freaking out just a little. And that’s okay. I get a little nervous too, sometimes. I promise that music helps, though. I have a playlist that I usually listen to, but I also know that you’d hate it <3. So I made you a playlist of songs that I think you’d like and wouldn’t roll your eyes at. Love you so much. You’re gonna be okay.

A small smile appeared on her lips, and her chest warmed at that. Her tension eased almost immediately.

Scrolling down, she saw the first song was Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. The song from She’s All That. Her smile turned into a full-blown grin. The plane began to taxi, but she didn’t even care. Her anxieties melted away as the guitar strums of Kiss Me began to play.

Before she had to turn her phone to airplane mode, she quickly texted him.

Y: Listening right now. Feeling a lot better. I love you too. <3

J: Okay, I may have snuck ONE country song on there.

Y: JAKE

The plane began to roll, and she turned her phone on airplane mode. But thankfully, all the songs had already been downloaded. He had thought everything through.

She took a deep breath, and her grip on the seat loosened. The plane took off the runway shakily, but it didn’t matter. Her mind was calm as the music tailored just for her played, and she was filled with love sent from Jake.

THE PLAYLIST:

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

Vienna by Billy Joel

Don’t Look Down by Drake Milligan

Sway by Bic Runga

Mutt by Leon Thomas

When You Say Nothing At All by Ronan Keating

Strange Magic by Electric Light Orchestra

Hey Jude by The Beatles

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the-shedevil-writes · 27 days ago

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One Shot This Week <3

I've been busy moving these past few days! So I'll finally have time to write now. I have both an original and a request in the works <3 A Hangman original and a Bob Floyd one-shot

I also have been writing F1 AU Matt Murdock but that's more for myself (unless anybody's actually interested lmao) I DO wanna write more for him too

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #lewis pullman #bob floyd #marvel

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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Between The Lines (Matt Murdock F1 AU) (AO3) (Finished Multi-Chapter)

DESCRIPTION: Nina Santos is a very talented Formula 1 racer. But the season had been brutal for Team Alpine. Fortunately, she has an amazing Head Strategist in Matt Murdock... Sure, she's had a schoolgirl crush on him for over a year now, but she can totally suppress that right? She needs to focus on the race, and not the mixed signals that Matt's sending her. But during the sprint weekend in Monza, it grows increasingly more difficult.

WORD COUNT: 9.6k NOTES: Literally nobody asked for this <3 But I had so much fun. There'll be more of this Marvel F1 AU! I'm gonna make this a reocurring series of different one-shots and stories.

READ THE FULL FIC ON AO3!

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fic #matt murdock #matt murdock x original female character #daredevil #daredevil fic #daredevil fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #netflix daredevil #daredevil born again #ddba #daredevil born again spoilers #matthew murdock #ddba fanfic #matthew murdock fanfic #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel fanfic #marvel cinematic universe

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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hi! I love your work so much (I’m also Iris the planet on Ao3 lol) and I have a suggestion/request could you maybe do like established relationship Bob X reader road trip? Or just cute married life fluff

Ohhhh this was so fun <3 Thanks for the support, Iris!

Islands In The Stream (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: According to your mama, nothing tests a relationship like a road trip. So when you and Bob hit the road to visit his parents in Montana, you're fairly anxious. And when everything goes awry over a hectic two days, you look to your boyfriend to keep you grounded. WORD COUNT: 5.5k WARNINGS: Established relationship, fluff, meeting the parents anxiety, road trip frustrations, making out heheh MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Mama always said that when you meet the man you wanna marry- go on a road trip with him. Road trips take so much work, and a couple is bound to see the nasty side of each other. Stuck in a car, in the middle of nowhere, for hours on end. It’s a true test. No escape from each other… Like marriage!

A year into dating Bob Floyd, he brought up the idea of a road trip to his hometown in Montana, and Y/n jumped at the opportunity. She’d met his parents on FaceTime quite a few times, but not yet in person. So this way, she’d be killing two birds with one stone- seeing if her mama was right and meeting Bob’s family.

She walked out of her house to see Bob strapping their luggage to the bed of his rustic pick-up. Stretching her arms over her head, she wore a one-shoulder sweater, grey sweats, and one of Bob’s Top Gun hats. Comfort was more of her priority than anything else. But when he turned back, he grinned as if she were wearing the highest fashion.

“You ready, sweetie?” He called out.

“You sure the truck’ll last all the way there?” She asked hesitantly

He nodded, surely, and closed the truck bed. “I’ve made this trip a few dozen times now.” He walked up and crossed his arms.

“That just means it’s getting old.” She pointed out

He waved her off and kissed her head. “It’ll be just fine.” He said softly.

He knew how nervous she was about this. It was a big step. Not only roadtripping together, but also meeting his family. “Got everything?”

She nodded, looking up at him. “Let’s hit the road.”

With Y/n in the passenger seat, Bob started driving. As he made his way onto the freeway, she started eagerly combing through the road trip playlist she had put together. A mixture of songs that both she and Bob would play in the car every day, and also just some songs that fit the vibe. It was mostly a mix of '90s pop and country.

Islands In The Stream by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers started playing, and Bob nodded his head to the beat and tapped his fingers on the wheel.

“Haven’t heard this song in forever.” He commented with a glowing smile.

She started singing the Dolly Parton part naturally. She swayed in her seat and snapped along as Bob's head bobbed dorkily.

Then he started singing ever so softly.

“Tender love is blind. It requires a dedication.”

Her head whipped over to him with a smirk. “Is that… singing I hear over there, Mr. Floyd?” She teased

His face blushed a little pink, and he shook his head shyly. “I like this song.”

She turned back to the window, pretending not to be paying attention so he’d feel comfortable. They continued the song. “Islands in the stream. That is what we are. No one in between. How can we be wrong?”

Bob reached over and placed his spread palm on her thigh. His thumb gently rubbed back and forth on the fabric of her sweats. There was a good feeling about this. This felt right so far.

Five hours into the first day, they reached Las Vegas. Stopping at a convenience store, Y/n scavenged down the aisles for something to snack on. Then she saw it. In all its glory, the slushee machine stood in the back. A must-have. She booked it towards the machine.

Bob walked out of the bathroom to see her grabbing a cup. He chuckled and shook his head as he walked over to her.

“You sure that’s a good idea, hon?”

“What do you mean?” She tilted her head.

“We can’t be making too many rest stops. Otherwise, two days turn to three.”

She pursed her lips. She knew he was right, but also… a cherry slushee is like almost a tradition. What person DOESN’T get a slushee on a road trip?

With a desperate shrug of her shoulders, she raised her brows at him and smiled. “We could share.” He closed his eyes in defeat and shook his head. “I’ll have a few sips if you really want a slushee.” And with the way her face brightened up, how could he say no?

It was an hour later, they had equally split the slushee, and now Y/n sat nervously. She couldn’t say that she needed a rest stop. She refused to. That’d be admitting defeat, and she felt like Bob could totally say that he told her so.

So instead, she sat in agony and crossed her legs as Our Song by Taylor Swift played on the speakers. She rested her head on the window, trying to ignore the growing urge. That damn cherry slushee was a mistake, and she knew it, but she was also too stubborn to admit it.

Then in the far distance… a rest stop appeared, and she wanted to bang her head on the dashboard. Ah, if it wasn’t the consequences of her own actions. Bob obliviously hummed along to the Taylor Swift song that she had played for him a million times.

As they drew closer and closer to the rest stop, she had a choice to make. Either say something now, or well, forever hold her peace. Right as they reached the turn, she blurted out:

“CAN WE PULL OVER?”

But… Bob was already mid-turn into the rest stop. A little startled by her outburst, he looked over at her, “Uh- yeah. I had half that slushee too, so I figured.” He said, nodding surely.

She blinked at him, surprised that he already had the idea. “You’re not mad?” He parked the truck and furrowed his brows. “Sweetheart, why on Earth would I be mad?”

“'Cause you told me so…”

He tilted his head at her and laughed gently. “What are we? Six years old? I’m not gonna deny my girl a slushee, even if it means adding a quick pit stop.” He leaned in and kissed her quickly. “Plus, I got some too. How can I complain?”

A relieved sigh escaped her, and she rushed to unbuckle her seatbelt. She practically flew out of the truck and ran into the rest stop.

By hour eight, she was getting sleepy. She tried to keep her eyes open and keep talking to Bob. She knew he needed someone to keep him awake, too. But Wide Open Spaces by The Chicks was sounding more and more like a lullaby, and the dark desert night blanketed the car.

“I hope-” She yawned, “I hope your parents like me.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will.” He said, still steadfast in driving. He glanced over at her, “Take a nap, sweetheart. We’ve only got two more hours till the motel.”

She sat up and shook her face, trying to wake herself. “Are you sure? You’re okay driving?” She asked worriedly

He nodded. “I’ll be just fine.”

With a small, tired smile, she nodded. “I’ll let you have aux then. What playlist do you want?” She unplugged her phone and plugged in Bob’s. Taking his phone, she scrolled through his playlists- which weren’t plentiful. He was the opposite of her. He really only had liked songs, a playlist titled her name, and a workout playlist.

“Just do my liked songs.”

“You’re a sociopath.” She teased, but she put it on and started getting comfy in her seat.

Bob reached over and turned the audio down as Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen started to play. A pretty loud song by itself, but she didn’t mind. As long as it kept Bob up in her place.

Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, and she could’ve sworn that she heard Bob very quietly singing along. It lulled her to sleep.

She woke up two hours later in Salt Lake City to Bob gently holding her shoulder.

“Hey. We’re at the motel.” He announced gently to wake her up.

With a stretch, she woke with a small smile.

“Sleep good?” He asked as he unbuckled himself.

She nodded and gave him a confirming hum, still waking up.

When she stepped out of the truck, Bob was there to help her down. She took his hand and stepped down into the parking lot. The night sky was dusted with stars, and the white neon of the motel lights lit them both. She looked up at him and cupped his cheeks as she studied his face. His square jaw fit right in her palms. A ten-hour drive was rough, and he looked a bit worn out.

“You okay?” She asked worriedly

He gave her a tired smile. “I’ve flown in the Super Hornet for longer than that, baby. I’ll be just fine.” She raised a brow. “You tell me whenever you want me to take over, and I will.” She said seriously.

He shook his head stubbornly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.

“All I wanna do right now is see what candy they’ve got in the mini fridge and lay in bed with my girl.” He said, putting his forehead to hers. “Then tomorrow we can have pancakes for breakfast at the diner down the street and hit the road.”

Thirty minutes later, Bob leaned against the wall, watching as Y/n checked the motel bed. Untucking all the blankets, she was laser-focused on checking the beds. It was the one thing she was uptight about. When she was a kid, her mother had instilled in her the fear of bed bugs, and ever since, she had never slept in a bed without double-checking it.

Bob knew of this, so he was prepared. Much to her embarrassment, she had done it the first time she had slept over at his place. He quietly watched her frantic movements with his arms crossed. As much as he just wanted to get in the darn bed, he knew it’d bother her if she didn’t check.

But once she checked under the mattress twice, he chuckled and walked over. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head a few times. “I think we’re okay.” He said into her hair, trying to reassure.

“I’m just worried. It’s not like a five-star hotel, ya know. I don’t even know if they cleaned the sheets before us-”

He kissed her head again. “Have you seen anything?”

She looked up at him and shook her head. No signs of any bugs.

“Then I think we’re okay. I won’t let any bed bugs bite you.” He said with a small smile, “I’ll let them all bite me instead.”

She smacked his shoulder playfully. “Don’t even say that. I’m getting the eebie jeebies just thinking about it.” She laughed a little, walking out of his grasp.

He pointed to the bed with raised brows. “Oh- oh- I’m gonna-” Taking a dramatic seat on the bed, he nodded and pretended to be overly impressed. He patted the comforter. “Okay. My bed bug detector isn’t going off.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him. She stood between his legs, and he held her hips. Looking up at her, he tilted his head with a smile. But then suddenly, his face dropped. He looked back at the sheets

“Hold on…” He started, and her eyes widened.

“What? What? Do you see something?”

“I think… there’s a big ol’ bed bug right here!” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto the bed with him. She squealed and laughed as he rolled around the comforter with her in his arms.

“BOB!” She laughed.

He rolled over and propped himself up over her as she laid on her back with her hair all sprawled across the sheets.

“I think I caught it.” He laughed

She smacked his chest playfully. “You just about gave me a heart attack!”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She giggled mid-kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to her. He sighed, almost relieved.

“You having a good time?” Bob asked between kisses, just barely stopping to breathe.

She gave him a relaxed smile. “Uh huh.”

He took his glasses off so he could get even closer to her as the kiss deepened. A bull’s exhale sighed out of his nose as they both relaxed. Putting his forehead to hers, he looked into her eyes.

“You okay doing this in these sheets?” He asked

She nodded and held his face. “As long as I’m with you, Bobby, I’m okay.”

That made him smile, and he leaned back down to kiss her again. Both their lips pressed against each other, needing and just a little desperate. His hands moved down and up her sides, sneaking under her shirt. She did the same to him, pawing at his structured body underneath his green tee. Her breathing got heavier as Bob fully laid down on her more. She wrapped her legs around his waist- his belt loops imprinting on her calves.

He kissed the crook of her neck where her jaw meets her ear. “Got so much energy to burn off today.” He murmured. His low voice rumbled against her skin, and she shivered at the vibrations.

She sighed and couldn’t help but smile, “I have a few ways we could do that.”

He smirked as he moved down to kiss her collarbone. “I’m gonna have to take you up on that, sweetheart.”

And in this moment, she felt like she had no reason to worry. Her mama was just planting scary stories in her head. Everything felt right. Everything felt like it was going just perfect.

The next morning was a bit of a rocky start. With Bob and Y/n both sleeping through their alarms, they didn’t have the time to eat a proper breakfast down at the diner like they had planned. They both felt rushed and flustered, packing as fast as they could so they could book it to the truck. At this rate, they weren’t gonna make it to Bob’s family's house till after dinner. They couldn’t afford any delays.

But this also left Y/n a little hangry. She sat in the passenger seat, finally able to brush her hair. She felt like a hot mess. Did she even brush her teeth? It was all a whirlwind out of the motel after Bob woke up to his phone displaying 10 AM rather than 6 AM.

“Bobby, where are we getting breakfast?” She asked, her eyes a little hazy.

He licked his lips, thinking, and looked down at the GPS on his phone.

“Could you look at the map and see if there’s anywhere quick? Like McDonald's or something.” Bob said

She hated McDonald's, but she understood a lack of options during a trip like this. She took Bob’s phone off the phone holder and scrolled through the map.

“Uhhh…” She zoomed out and looked down the blue line of their route. The middle of nowhere, Idaho. “Baby, I’m not seeing anything until Rexburg-”

He took a deep breath, “That’s okay. You think you can make it till then?”

“That’s like four hours.” She said a little winded.

“Just go back to sleep.” He suggested.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the window with a small pout on her face. He sighed and reached over, squeezing her thigh.

“Baby, I’d say we could do a neighboring town or go back, but it would set us off course another hour.”

“It’s okay.” She said, doing her best to be understanding, “You’re right. I’ll try and sleep through it.”

“Are you sure?”

She was getting annoyed now, and she wished he would just keep driving and stop asking her. With a deep breath, she nodded and curled up so she could sleep. This time, it was The Beatles playing off of Bob’s playlist and his hand on her thigh that lulled her to a hungry sleep.

It didn’t last long. She was only able to nap for one out of four hours of the way to Rexburg. And when she woke up… she felt worse. Hungrier. Crankier. But she looked over and saw Bob’s tired expression, and did her best to keep it together.

Reaching over, she scratched the back of his scalp. “You all good?”

He nodded, “Oh yeah. I’ll just grab a coffee at McDonald’s when we get there.”

“I can drive too.”

He smiled at that. At least he seemed to be in a better mood than her. “Nah. I’d feel weird letting my girl drive me long distance.”

She furrowed her brows but also smiled. “You don’t wanna be the passenger princess? It’s pretty fun.”

He shook his head and pursed his lips. “Nope.”

Hour three out of four, she wasn’t talking anymore. She was so hungry. She kept sneaking glances over at the GPS to see the time estimation and was unhappy every single time she looked. There was a dark storm cloud brewing in the passenger seat, and Bob could sense it. When Y/n was hungry… it wasn’t great. She wasn’t irrational, but she surely had more mood swings. And Bob wasn’t gonna be the unfortunate soul to point that out.

“Whatcha gonna get?” Bob asked, breaking the silence. The car was quiet except for The Clash playing at a low volume. She wasn’t even reaching for the aux- not a great sign. He wished that he were listening to some Sabrina Carpenter pop song instead of his playlist of classic rock.

She put her hands to her face. “I don’t even like McDonald’s.” She groaned. She felt whiny, and she hated that, but she couldn’t help it at this point. They hadn’t eaten since the road stop the night before.

“I just don’t know if we have any other options.” “I know.” She sulked, “I looked. Nothing. And a gas station hot dog would probably sit in my stomach just the same as a Big Mac.”

He nodded. Navigating a hungry girlfriend felt like navigating a minefield. “Nuggets might sit better. I’m gonna get a burger, and you’re welcome to have some of that.” He said.

She shrugged, exasperated and defeated. There was no winning for her here. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, and the only option was something she disliked and knew was gonna upset her stomach.

He raised his brows casually as he drove, trying to keep things lighthearted.

“We can… get a milkshake. Or ice cream.” Bob was trying his best. “I think they also sell cookies.”

Her bottom lip pouted at how sweet he was. She huffed softly, and her shoulders relaxed. “I’ll think about it.” She finally took her grumpiness off the gas pedal.

A small relieved smile sprouted on his face. The closest he’s gotten to a not-frown from her for the past two hours.

“We’re gonna get you a sweet treat.” He nodded like it was a mission.

When they finally reached McDonald's, she didn’t even care anymore. She ordered nuggets, fries, and a milkshake, knowing it would upset her stomach. But she needed SOMETHING.

They sat in the parking lot, and she took a sip of her strawberry milkshake. Her eyes closed, and she leaned back. It wasn’t anything special. Hell, it was McDonald’s. Yet after a day of fasting, it may as well have been a five-star meal.

“Lemme have a sip,” Bob said as he cradled his own vanilla shake.

They swapped cups. She took a sip of his, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

Once he swallowed, he looked like he was gonna fist pump the air. The look of relief and excitement on his face. “There’s that smile.”

“Oh, shut up.” She laughed, shoving his shoulder.

“Hey, I will say, you were very justified in your crankiness.” Bob said, “I was just worried you were going to actually kill me.” “I was close.” She said, raising her brows and opening the box of nuggets.

He nodded with his lips pursed. “I’m aware.”

Four hours later, they passed the Montana border. And an hour after that, they were drawing closer and closer to Lewistown- Bob’s home. Y/n felt a sense of relief. But she also started thinking more and more about meeting his parents. What if they hated her in real life? She was about to show up at their doorstep late at night, looking like she had been run through the wringer.

That’s why she put down the passenger side mirror and started doing some light makeup. The front lights of the truck kept things illuminated as the sun was almost set.

“I don’t know how you're managing to do that,” Bob said with a laugh.

She smiled as she did her eyeliner. “Well, when you gotta get ready on the bus to work every day, you adapt to the bumpine-”

With God’s divine timing, the truck sputtered and her arm shot up, poking her eye and dragging a long line of black eyeliner across her face. Bob would’ve laughed, but the truck started to stagger and stop repeatedly. He quickly pulled off the road.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed, holding her eye in pain. She looked in the mirror, and her eye was bloodshot and watery. That’s not to mention the streak of black across her face. “God-” “Damn it.” Bob finished for her by accident.

He quickly stopped the truck and hopped out, leaving her to half-blindly lick her hand and try to wipe away the very waterproof eyeliner.

Opening the hood, he was lit by the headlights. He studied the inside, but didn’t see anything glaringly wrong. It wasn’t leaking coolant, and the weather wasn’t bad enough to overheat the truck. The belt wasn’t broken. His brows furrowed, and he strutted back into the driver's seat.

“Please. Please. Please.” Bob muttered under his breath.

“What?” She asked, confused.

He tried to start the car. Nothing. Then… the headlights went out. Her eyes widened, and Bob put his head to the wheel.

“Battery’s dead.”

“WHAT?” She was trying very hard not to say ‘I told you so’. He didn’t do it with the slushee, so she didn’t want to be a hypocrite… even though she had asked him a million times if the truck was gonna last the trip.

Bob sighed and sat back up. “Luckily, we’re not too far from town. I know a guy who owns a repair center, and then I can call my parents or siblings to come grab us.” He talked through it more to himself than Y/n.

She wanted to die. Not only were they stranded, but only half of her makeup was done. She looked like a hot mess with one eye completely messed up and the other eye nearly blank. The thought of meeting his family like this made her want to shrivel up in her seat.

He looked over at her and smiled softly, not even caring about her horrifying makeup situation. “We’ll be alright. I’m gonna make a call.” He leaned in and kissed her before hopping out of the truck to call his friend.

She quickly grabbed her backpack and rustled through a surplus of things, trying to find her makeup wipes. She didn’t have to use them yesterday, so now she was in a panic trying to find them.

After a moment of tossing and turning the items in her bag, a sinking feeling of dread set in. “No no no no no.” She whispered.

No makeup wipes. She forced herself to try and remember packing the other day. In her mind, she could so visibly see the wipes sitting on the bathroom counter. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s just gonna make her makeup worse. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she tried to hold it in.

Then Bob came back into his seat, and she turned to hide her face.

“We’re gonna have to-” He turned and saw her hiding. “Y/n?”

If she turned and looked at him, the humiliation was gonna settle in, and it was just another stupid thing to worry about on top of their already dire situation. She knew she was gonna cry if she looked at him.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” He said, gently reaching out for her hand.

She slowly turned, and now Bob fully realized the situation. He tried hard not to smile at her predicament, but he also knew not to look shocked. So what came out was a small, awkward expression.

“Well, uh- you can take it off while I get started-”

“I forgot my makeup wipes at home.” Her lip quivered. There was no going back. Even if she somehow miraculously got to a bathroom, water was just gonna smudge her makeup and make it look like a black eye.

“Oh-” He couldn’t help the little pitying laugh now, “Baby…”

“It’s not funny!” She said, upset, though she knew it definitely was. He squeezed her hand but didn’t let up the small smile on him.

“My parents will understand.” He said softly, “Right now, we gotta push this truck a little further down to a gas station where it can get towed.”

Tears fell down her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded in defeat. She was gonna have to just suck it up and deal with it.

For the first strip of road, she stood next to Bob behind the truck. He rolled his T-shirt sleeves up and rubbed his hands together. The truck was already in neutral, so it wouldn’t be too hard, but the distance was definitely gonna get to them.

“Ready?” Bob asked

She nodded and set her hands against the truck bed. They started pushing, and as much might as she put into it, Bob was doing most of the heavy lifting. God, she wished it was daytime so she could get a better look. Because even in the night, she could see Bob’s biceps and shoulders bulge as he shoved against the baby blue pickup. He let out a little breath and kept going.

They were going at a decent pace, even with her ogling at the very hot sight of Bob pushing the truck. He didn’t even notice her looking.

The night air wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cooling either. After around five minutes, she was already sweating. She looked over and saw Bob wipe his sweaty face with his forearm before going back to pushing.

“Luckily…” Bob panted, “I think we’ve only got ten- fifteen more minutes till we reach the station, and it’s a straight path.”

She nodded, just trying to focus on giving it her all and not letting Bob have to push it by himself.

He looked over at her with a small smile. “For a disaster, it was the best possible one.”

God, Bob was always on the bright side of things like these. At least compared to her. Sure, he was anxious and overthinking- especially in social situations. But between the two of them, he was always the one with a small smile on his face. He was always the one who kept the two of them chugging, even when Y/n wanted to throw a pity party. (Which sometimes was necessary).

Fifteen minutes later, she sat in the driver's seat so she could steer the wheel into the gas station as Bob pushed. With the door open so they could talk to each other, she could overhear his panting and huffing, and god damn, she wished they were back at that motel.

They somehow managed to line it up over a parking space.

“Put it in park, baby!” Bob called from the back.

She parked the car and hopped out, jogging back over to him. “You okay?” She asked as he took the bottom of his shirt and wiped down his face with it, revealing his abs in the gas station fluorescents. Her breath hitched, but she just walked over and took his fogged-up glasses off for him.

“Thanks. We did it.” Bob said, out of breath. He ran his shirt over his face again and then put his hand up for a high five.

She slapped her hand against his and went back to cleaning his glasses with the fabric of her sweater. Looking up at him, she put them back on his sweaty, but now drying, face. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

She shook her head, giggling, but kissed him, “You’re so sweaty.”

He laughed. “I’m so ready to get home.”

With that, her stomach twisted. Now she stood sweating like a pig, her hair frazzled and her makeup definitely beyond saving. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the pavement.

Bob noticed, and he walked over behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head. “They’re not gonna judge you.” He said softly into her hair. He kissed it again. “I promise.”

She sighed, “How could they not?”

Standing up straight again, he gently started combing her hair with his fingers. “Because they understand that we’ve had a hell of a road trip.” He looked back at the convenience store. “Let’s get a sweet treat.” He suggested, hoping it would work again.

It did. It always did. She nodded with a small sigh.

Mr. and Mrs. Floyd pulled up in a grey minivan forty-five minutes later to find Y/n and Bob sitting on the curb side with a dozen donuts and their bags. The truck had already been towed, and she tried washing her makeup off in the bathroom to no avail. It did indeed just make it semi-worse, but she had no more energy to freak out anymore.

The couple stood up at the sight of the van parking beside them.

Mrs. Floyd rushed out of the van and, instead of going to Bob, she went straight to Y/n and hugged her. Her wispy, sandy blonde hair got in Y/n’s face.

“Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, hon. I’ve got makeup wipes in the car.”

She looked over at Bob with wide, confused eyes as she stood awkwardly. After a moment, she returned the hug. “Bob told you?”

“Of course. Made John here turn around so we can grab them.” Mrs. Floyd said, nodding over to Mr. Floyd, who was talking to Bob now.

“Thank you so much,” She said, feeling relieved. The situation felt much better because, at the very least, they expected her to look like a hot mess. Her impression didn’t feel skewed.

They turned to the boys, and Bob nodded with a serious look in his eyes. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna have to replace the battery.”

“Just be happy it wasn’t the engine.” His dad patted his shoulder, then turned to Y/n. “Hi. I’m John. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He didn’t look fazed by her horrifying makeup. They had expected this. She shook his hand and looked over at Bob with a grateful expression. Mr. Floyd looked like Bob’s older twin, which honestly reassured her that Bob was going to age well and with a good set of hair.

She suddenly remembered with a little ‘oh!’ and crouched down to grab the box of donuts. “I got a bunch of donuts for the family.” She said. Bob had tried to insist on paying for the dozen, but she felt that she needed to bring something to the table.

Mrs. Floyd’s eyes widened and she smiled, looking between her and Bob. “Well, aren’t you just too sweet. Let’s get you guys home so we can crack those open.”

Bob’s parents got back into the minivan, and he looked over at her as she held the donuts and her bag.

“I told you.”

“Thank you for warning them.” She said softly

He nodded with a small smile before grabbing his own bags and walking over to the back of the minivan.

On the drive home, they sat in the backseat of his parents' car. It made her feel like she was a kid again. After a long day, she got to sit and rest her head on Bob’s shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, but she didn’t fall asleep.

They watched the lit-up billboards go by as they made their way into town. More and more lights illuminated the suburban streets rather than the dark one-lanes they had been driving for most of the trip.

Then over the radio, the familiar synthesizers and guitars of Islands In The Stream started to play. Y/n and Bob looked at each other with a knowing smile. They interlocked their hands together.

“Love this song,” Bob said softly, which had his dad turning up the volume.

She squeezed his hand. Her Mama was right. This road trip proved so much to her. It proved that Bob was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. And that they were gonna make it through anything life threw at them.

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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IM BACK!

Chicago was very fun!!!! Thanks for the recs and DMs I got for places around the city. <3

I’ve got a hectic few weeks moving but I have a one shot going out this week ;)

(Also watching Top Gun Maverick on the bumpy flight back was top 10 movie experiences)

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #lewis pullman #bob floyd #top gun

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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Guys I just watched Lewis in Riff Raff on my plane today

DEAAARRRRRR GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Had me giggling and kicking my feet in my seat

#lewis pullman #Lewis Pullman rocco #riff raff #Lewis Pullman riff raff

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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Update: I’m going to Chicago this weekend!!!

My first big trip by myself and I am horrified of flying LMAO. But I’ll pretend I’m in Top Gun (and it’s also so inspiring a fic about one of the guys and a reader who’s scared of planes)

I’m in the middle of finishing up a request! I’ll try and get it done soon. Me and the girls wanna have a fanfic writing night anyway so we’ll see!

If you have any requests send them my way! If I haven’t done yours yet- it’s probably cause I’ve got a small backlog and have been working through the ones I’m drawn to first!

Also…. Thinking about Rooster fics in the future? 👀 I’ve never written for him before

Wish me luck on my first plane ride by myself!

#top gun maverick #lewis pullman #bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw

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the-shedevil-writes · 1 month ago

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Hii!! I love ur writing so much!! I was wondering if you could write a hurt/comfort smut with bob floyd with a insecure reader? No problem if you can’t!!

POV (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: When a stressful week sends you into a spiral, you’re overwhelmed by everything you see in the mirror. When you finally break down while trying to get dressed, Bob is there. He sees the fear and frustration, and loves you through all of it. WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: Angst that includes disordered eating, mentions of recovery of an eating disorder, insecurity. Established relationship. Smut. Praise/Body worship. Oral F! Receiving. Bobs Glasses 👀 Bob is a green flag <3 NOTES: I took my own experience and put it in. I offer my love and solidarity to anyone going through an ED or in active recovery. (Active recovery is kicking my ass right now) MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3

It’d been a rough week. Work had Y/n feeling new levels of stress. And nutritionally, it was horrible- she had been on the go all week, meaning she could only eat what was available at work or what was quick to whip up at home. She spent the week essentially eating pastries and microwave mac n cheese. To some people, this didn’t seem remotely close to hellish, but by the end of the week, she was bloated and exhausted. Her skin was breaking out. Her jeans didn’t fit quite right. And she felt… like a failure.

Her boyfriend Bob knew of her struggles. The eating struggles that caused her to go into therapy. He watched her go from the lowest lows to her current semi-recovered state. At least now she wasn’t having a panic attack every time she tried to eat something more than a sandwich.

He never saw a difference physically. Of course, there was weight involved, but she didn’t look any different to him. Maybe he was just ignorant, but he only saw his girl. His girl, who worked so hard and was so kind to everybody… except sometimes herself. He saw the woman he wanted to grow old with. The woman he wanted to have his last name at some point. But she didn’t understand this.

She often stood in front of the mirror, frustrated as she got ready. And Bob would just gently calm her down, insisting on how gorgeous she was.

This week, it wouldn’t be that easy.

The whole day, Y/n was anxious. On her planner was a dinner scheduled with Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster. And this made her not want to eat. Which then made her want to eat the whole pantry. Which then made her not want to eat again. It was a relentless cycle.

At work, she fidgeted at her desk, trying not to go crazy as they brought in pastries into the office. They had already brought in some the days prior, and when she looked up the nutrition info after eating almost purely scones throughout the week, she nearly passed out.

DING. A text from Bob. She looked down at her phone, grateful for the distraction.

Bob: Do you want me to dress up tonight? Unsure of the dress code.

She smiled a little at how thoughtful he was. He wasn’t the type of guy to just show up to an event in basketball shorts- unless it called for it. She looked up the restaurant quickly on her laptop before replying.

Y: Yeah, dress up. Nothing crazy though. Wear the blue polo or the button-up. Should be nice enough.

Bob: Alrighty <3 I’ll swing by at 5.

She smiled a little, but her heart fell to her stomach as she realized she’d have to put herself together. It wasn’t a night where she could lounge in Bob’s oversized shirt and boxers (per her therapist's suggestion). She had to fully realize what she looked like.

4:45 came around, and Y/n had practically her whole closet on the bedroom floor. Her chest tightened as she looked at herself in the mirror. Everything about her just seemed… worse today. She tried to remind herself that it was her brain. That she didn’t really know what her body looked like at all. But it was difficult to do while also trying on clothes. She was forced to try and reason what looked good and bad. And everything looked the latter on her.

It felt like everything fit wrong today. Either too tight or too loose. Combinations weren’t working like they used to. Every dress had a reason to be thrown in the ever-growing pile on the floor. Every nice top and skirt fit her proportions awkwardly. Sweat glistened on her forehead from the chaos of trying on so many things so fast.

She stood in her underwear and just let out a frustrated yell. She ran her hands down her face as tears brinked her eyes-

“Honey? You alright?” Bob called out from the living room. Shit. He must’ve used his key.

Her head whipped over to the time- he was fifteen minutes early. She ran to the bedroom door and shut it.

“I’m fine! I’m just- I’m just not ready!” She called out, but her voice wavered. Squeezing her eyes shut, she stayed by the door, holding onto the door handle. It started to wiggle in her grasp as Bob tried to open the door on the other side.

“Y/n, you’re scaring me a little. Everything all good?” He asked muffled.

“I’m fine.” She said again, but her wavering voice gave her away. “I’m just naked.”

His little chuckle could be heard through the door. “It isn’t anything I haven’t already seen.” There was silence between them, and she stood holding the door handle. “Do you need help choosing a dress? I can help.”

God. Why’d he have to be so sweet? He was impossible not to let in. She slowly opened the door and looked up at him with quivering lips. Standing there in his blue polo and slacks was her loving and worried boyfriend. He looked at her face through his glasses, not even caring that she was in nothing but her underwear.

“I just wanna help.” He offered softly.

She opened the door a little more, and he gently hugged her. She took the opportunity to bury her face in his chest. Tears started to fall down, wetting his shirt slightly.

“Whoa whoa whoa-” His hand came around to hold the back of her head. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?”

She let out her cries as she hiccupped into his chest. “This week sucked. I was so bad. I did too much. And- and I didn’t realize how dense scones were and now- now I look like this.”

He gently shushed her and scratched her scalp. He was familiar with these kinds of moments. Being with her for so long meant that he had dealt with this before.

“You weren’t bad.” He reminded softly, “Remember, no good or bad foods. Just energy.” He knew the coping skills that her therapist had been teaching her. Watching her get better meant that he had learned what helped and what didn’t.

She shook her head a little stubbornly. “I don’t look good in anything.” She hiccuped.

“Now I know that’s not true,” Bob said softly into her hair. He kissed her forehead. “Let’s sit down, baby, okay?”

He led her to the bed and sat her down. Her teary eyes looked up at him, and he moved some strands of hair out of her face. Cupping her face, his thumbs swiped her cheeks, clearing away the fallen tears.

“Do you wanna get in some pajamas?” He offered

“I gotta get changed anyway.” She said, defeated.

“We’ve still got a while till dinner… How about we get you in some pajamas and we relax in bed? We can take a nap. Or watch some TV.” He suggested.

She wiped her eyes, unsure. “I just- I feel like I worked so hard, then I just destroyed my progress.”

He shook his head, gently moving her so they laid back against the pillows and headboard now. “It’s the opposite. You’re working hard right now and getting better.” He reassured. “What will it take to get you to understand that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me?”

She looked up at him, sniffling. She shrugged, unsure.

He kissed her forehead. “How about this?” He asked.

She laid confused until he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned down to kiss her apple cheeks. “Or this?”

A small smile appeared on her face. He continued to kiss her nose. “Or this.” He kissed her lips, and she tried to kiss back, but he quickly pulled away, making her giggle. “How about that? Will that work?”

She was in a fit of giggles as he kissed down her jawline, then down her neck. Now her breathing was getting a little heavier. She looked down to see him kissing her cleavage, and his dazed cobalt blue eyes gazing up at her. He came back up.

“Is it okay if I show you?” He leaned down to put his forehead to hers

“Show me what?”

“How gorgeous you are?”

Her breath hitched. She brought her hand to his cheek. She nodded eagerly, and Bob took that as permission to kiss her. It was firm but gentle as his lips pressed against hers, and she smiled a little at how he was minty fresh. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“You are everything.” He whispered, “I can’t get enough of you.”

He gently started leaving sloppy kisses down her jawline. Staying for just a moment to suck on a spot beneath her ear. She gasped, and he chuckled, the vibrations sending through her skin.

“I love this spot on your neck. So sensitive.” He murmured before moving down.

Slowly but surely, he made his way down to her chest. She was already a whiny mess.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time. I wanna appreciate every inch of you.” He reassured as he reached her cleavage again. Moving his hands, he cupped her breasts in her bra, and he let out a low groan. “I think of you in your bra all the time,” He admitted.

“Really?” She asked

He nodded. “Far too much. Distracting me in the air.”

“Can’t have that. Maybe I should stop wearing them.” She teased a little more confident now.

He let out a groan, and he kissed the inside of her right breast. On a mission, he reached up and unclipped her bra in the front, freeing her breasts. “You want me to think of you like this instead?” He asked before kissing her nipple. His other hand came up and rubbed his thumb over the other.

A yelp escaped her. He sighed at the sound and came off of her to go to the other side.

“Bobby-” She whined.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He rasped out, looking up at her, making sure she was okay.

“Just s-sensitive.” She breathed

He smirked a little. “Oh, honey, if you can’t handle me at your tits, I don’t know if you can handle the rest.”

She smiled and leaned her head back, and he returned his mouth to the peak of her breast. He sucked and bit it softly, making her giggle.

After a few moments, he moved down from her breast and kissed her diaphragm. Getting lower, her breathing got heavier… More hesitative. She suddenly grabbed his face and looked down at him, flushed and panicked.

He looked up at her through his glasses. “What’s wrong, baby? Want me to stop?”

She didn’t know how to answer. “I-I’m just so bloated-”

He reached over and held her hand. He squeezed her palm. “You’re beautiful no matter what. Now, if you want, I can avoid there, or if you want me to stop, we can.” He said gently, his other hand tracing her thigh.

How did she get so lucky? She looked down at him and saw the loving gaze in his eyes. She trusted him. She trusted him more than anybody in the world.

“You can keep going.” She whispered out, almost in disbelief, she was saying it.

Oh, the grin on this man's face. He immediately moved from her diaphragm down to her stomach. Kissing all over it. Fast and obsessed, Bob surprised her. And honestly, it made her laugh.

“Bobby! What are you doing?” She asked, giggling.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you let me do this. I love your body.” He practically whined. He dug his fingers into her waist. “So pretty.”

Her eyes widened, and she let just the feeling of him take over her. Lower and lower he went. Down to her belly button. He ran his hands all up and down her torso.

Then he ventured lower, right above the line of her underwear. Now, she couldn’t help the little whines and moans coming out of her. She was desperate. And he was moving too slowly and teasing now.

Instead of moving to where she needed him, he moved down and started kissing her inner thighs. She gasped. They both knew she was always incredibly sensitive there. And when he moved over to the other side, he sucked so hard on her inner thigh, she was bound to have a dark hickey. Her legs tried to close, but his wide palm spread the leg he wasn’t on.

“Shhh shhh-” He groaned into her thigh. “Lemme mark you up, baby. No one’s gonna see it but me.”

She smiled and let out a relieved sigh as she let him continue. Then he finally FINALLY moved over to her middle. He swiped his thumb over her underwear and felt how absolutely soaked she was. He closed his eyes and let out a satisfied groan.

His fingers hooked under the bands of her underwear and pulled them down. She whined as the cool air hit her, but it was almost immediately solved as Bob kissed the top of her mound. His breath was a whisper over where she actually needed him.

“Lower- please-” She begged.

He chuckled. This man knew what he was doing. He knew he was driving her crazy. “Yeah? Like-” He kissed lower down to her clit and ran his tongue over it.

The moan she let out was music to his ears. Loud and surprised. Raw.

“There? Right there?” He asked teasingly, his cheek pressing against her thigh.

“Mmmhm!” She nodded.

Normally, he’d be cheeky and make her speak words, but today, he decided to let her have a break. He dove back in and flicked his tongue up and down her button. He suddenly moved down and licked all the way up her slit before landing on and sucking on her clit again.

Oh dear god, she was in heaven. Her eyes shut tight, and if Bob wasn’t prying her legs open, she’d be clamping her legs around his head. He continued to suck on her, using his fingers to spread the slick and drool that was collecting.

Two of his thick and calloused fingers started to prod her entrance. So his head came up to kiss her thigh; he didn’t want to miss this. He entered the two fingers and watched her jaw drop. Her open eyes stared into his as she moaned. They slipped inside so easily.

“I love seeing your pretty face. And hearing the noises I can get from you.” He gently moved his fingers, watching her face contort. He kissed her thigh in support. “That’s my girl. Doing so good.”

She felt like she was melting into the bed. The stretch was warm, and it got easier as he kept whispering praises and kissing closer and closer a pathway back to her clit. His fingers moved faster. The wet sounds that came from between her legs made her chest heave.

She looked down at him, wanting to at least show how appreciative she was. That’s when she noticed his glasses fogging up against her. An idea sprang to life. She slowly reached down and took his glasses off his face. He paused, a little confused and concerned that she didn’t want him to see her.

“Baby, don’t do that. I wanna see my girl clearly-”

“You’re near-sighted, right?”

He nodded, and she put the glasses on. Now she looked down at him with wild, messy hair, kiss swollen lips, and his wire frames. Bob’s face turned red, and he immediately started to continue with fervor, not taking his eyes off her.

She moaned loudly and couldn’t help but grind her hips up. One of his strong forearms came over her stomach and held her in place, and that made her clench around his fingers. He chuckled into her, and she could feel the vibrations spread. He came up just slightly for air to murmur, “Love it when she clenches me like that.” Did he just call it a-? But before she could question it, he was already back to eating her like she was his last meal.

He hit his fingers in just the right spot, and her back arched. The glasses sat crooked on her face. Bob had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. She was fulfilling a fantasy he didn’t even know he had.

He kept going. Sucking on the same spot. Hitting the same spot within. And every time they hit at the same time, she was propelled closer and closer. The band in her stomach was building to snap.

“Oh god- oh my god- I’m-” She whined.

He hummed against her happily, and that’s what did it. Looking right in his eyes, her jaw dropped in a silent scream. Then, as the first wave hit, her head fell back and she let out a series of whimpers as Bob continued to help her ride through it. He eagerly lapped at everything she had to give. His fingers continued their in and out motion.

Slowing down, she grabbed his hair and pulled him off of her, a little overstimulated. He wiped his mouth and went up to kiss her. She sighed, relaxed.

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna be thinking about you in my glasses forever.” He whined against her lips. And when he pulled away, he put his forehead to hers. “You feeling better, honey?”

She nodded and gave a small, “Yeah.”

“I’m glad…” He said softly, “Now, sweetheart, we might need to get ready a little earlier because I think you might’ve… stained my shirt.”

She looked down at his shirt and gasped, covering her mouth. He was certainly stained with her. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, but he immediately started kissing her cheeks. “Don’t worry about it. I love it.” He reassured her with a chuckle, and luckily, that made her feel like she could laugh, too.

“I’ll get ready.” She said, kissing him, his glasses fogging up on her face. And for a moment, she felt like how Bob saw her. The most beautiful girl in the world. She still had a lot of progress to make, but she knew she’d be okay with Bob supporting her.

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