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THE OFFICIAL BARN CHORE PLAYLIST* OF CASEY WALKER.

june 23, 1985 — happy birthday casey michael walker! [template]

*best listened to through the cheapest bluetooth speaker you can find at your local walmart while working cattle.

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Summertime [B. F.]

Bob Floyd x fem!reader

wc: 1k

summary: Rooster and Hangman spot a mysterious woman… who turns out to be already taken.

“Hey, Rooster. Hottie at 12 o’clock.”

Jake's voice broke the euphoria of the moment. Bradley was energetically celebrating a perfect pass he'd just thrown to one of his teammates, capping off an intense round of the improvised beach game. The sun was blazing high, the clear sky seemed to melt onto the sand, and the waves crashed in a slow rhythm as the pilots—sweaty, wet, and covered in sand—ran back and forth amid shouts, laughter, and tanned bodies.

“That fatso?”

“On my 12, idiot,” Hangman replied in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Turn to your left.”

Bradley obeyed, curious. And then he saw her: leaning elegantly against the railing of the beach cabin, a woman observing the scene. The wind gently ruffled her hair, and the sun cast golden glints on her exposed skin. She wore a simple bikini top, denim shorts, and a light white robe that barely covered her back. Hanging over her shoulder was a jute bag adorned with a colorful scarf tied to the handle.

“I think for the first time we agree, Hangman.”

They both stood motionless, watching her from a distance as if the world had slowed down. She seemed to be searching for something—or someone—in the crowd, her face turning intently while her sunglasses obscured her intentions.

“What do you think she's here for?” Rooster asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Maybe she just wanted to see a bunch of shirtless machos," Jake replied with a crooked smile. "I hope so, man. Because that doll looks like something out of a damn dream."

As if she'd heard them, the woman raised her hand in their direction, greeting them with a broad, bright smile. They looked at each other, puzzled.

“She’s waving at us. Wave back!” Brad ordered, nudging the blond.

They both raised their hands enthusiastically, thoughtlessly using that charming smile that had worked so often for them. But just when they thought they'd captured her attention, a third player entered the scene: someone was running from the side toward the woman, with determined steps.

“Bob? Does he know her?”

“So it seems”

Floyd approached her urgently, his smile widening with every stride. He didn't even let her descend the cabin steps: from his lower position, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground in a surprise hug. She let out a loud, genuine laugh that pierced even the sound of the waves.

“Maybe it's his sister or something,” Hangman suggested, still trying to grasp a reasonable idea.

But the illusion shattered in seconds. As soon as Bob placed her on the ground, he leaned down and kissed her with such confidence that it left no room for interpretation. She responded with the same intensity, wrapping her arms around him as if they'd been searching for each other for centuries.

“Well, unless incest is seen as a good thing in Lemoore…” the black-haired man began, “I don’t think she’s his sister.”

They both froze, watching the scene with a mixture of amazement and envy. Bob's arms settled naturally around the woman's waist, while she took off her sunglasses to get a better look at him.

She spoke animatedly, gesturing with her hands and smiling with every sentence. Although they couldn't hear the conversation, it was clear they were in their own world. When she wasn't speaking, she rested her hands on Bob's chest, with a familiarity that was impossible to fake.

When it was his turn to speak, she looked at him with such devotion that even from a distance, the intensity was palpable. Her eyes practically glowed, her expression screaming a deep crush. Just a few girls had ever looked at them like that in their lives.

Bob's index finger pointed in the direction of the beach, as if he were telling her about his crewmates, and she waved her hand in that direction again.

“I think she’s actually waving at us now.”

“I hope so. Say hi, idiot.”

The two of them repeated the gesture, this time with some nervousness. To their surprise, she waved again. She laughed at something Bob whispered to her and then turned her attention back to him, caressing his face before stealing another kiss. Small, soft, close together. He placed one more on her cheek before taking her hand and starting to walk toward the beach.

“Don’t run away, coward”

“I wasn’t planning to” Rooster replied, though he was lying. The step he took back had given him away.

They stayed where they were, waiting. Bob and the girl finally approached.

“Huh, have you seen Maverick? I need to talk to him.”

“I think he’s sitting in his lounge chair… or something,” Jake replied vaguely. Then he looked at her with interest “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“Sure. Guys, this is my wife. Honey, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin and Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.”

They both stood with their mouths ajar, trying to process what he had said. They wondered if they had heard wrong, but sure they hadn't. 

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile, extending her hand. “I’m sorry to burst in like this. I wanted to surprise Bob. I hope my arrival doesn’t interrupt anything important.”

“Not at all,” Rooster said quickly. “It’s a pleasure to meet Mrs. Floyd.”

The pilots glanced at each other and couldn't help but notice the slight blush they both—she and Bob—shared, as if the expression 'married couple' still sounded new and shiny to them. 

“Let’s go find Mav. See you later,” Bob said, before leading her by the hand.

“Bye, Bobby” 

“Nice to meet you,” Rooster added.

They waited until the couple had walked a few steps away before spilling their guts.

“His wife? Can you believe it?”

“Of course. The guy is a true gentleman. I'm sure he won her over on the first date.”

“The world is so unfair,” Jake hissed. His friend laughed, resigned.

“Or we are idiots”

“Rooster, I think, for the first time, I completely agree with you too.”

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I thought it was jesus christ 😭😭 youre so talented

Bob <3

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Is ayt 2025 repeated permutation question about me

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cowboy leon never dies

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Matthew Macfadyen is a gentlemen, the best actor. A sexy man, my sunshine and I love him.

Note : is this a niche reference, idk

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A little self indulgent study of Leon Kennedy. Was so much fun rendering his hair!

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Heart Glasses ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: You meet your husband's new squadron one by one, all without them knowing who you truly were

tw: fem!reader, reader wears glasses, reader's mom's maiden name is Hearts, Bob's from Montana, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This was purely because I've been getting more strangers complimenting my heart shaped glasses

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Robert Floyd was a private person, everyone who meets him can attest to it. But, the one thing he could never keep quiet about, was his wife. The very same wife who the Dagger Squad had never met and had never seen a photo of.

"Are we even sure baby on board even has a wife?" Jake, stupidly, asked. The others ignored him, Bob wasn't one to lie and they've all seen the ring and heard the one sided phone calls.

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It was Natasha that met you first, you were in the same store as her and she had spotted your glasses from farther away.

"Hi, I just wanted to tell you that I love your glasses," Natasha said as she walked up, you smiled over at her.

"Oh, thank you! My husband got them for me because my mom's maiden name is Hearts," you told her. You noticed her uniform before speaking next, "Are you Navy?"

"I am," she told you, then recited her callsign. You smiled at her, told her that was a cooler call sign, and then you two said your goodbyes before leaving. As you walked away, you realized that had to be the Phoenix your husband was back seating for.

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You met Bradley next, your dad was also an enjoyer of Hawaiian shirts and his birthday was coming up. You saw a man walking around the same store you were in holding the perfect one for your father.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but where did you find that shirt?" You questioned the taller stranger.

"Oh, back there," Bradley pointed behind him snd your eyes caught sight of the shirt.

"Thank you!" You told him, racing off with a muted goodbye.

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Bradley and Natasha figured out their stranger interactions had been the same person at the Hard Deck a few days later.

"I ran into the woman who asked where I found this shirt at the mall the other day," Bradley told the group. "She had these heart glasses and it was like her whole face lit up when I told her," Bradley said, he was lamenting the fact that he never asked if she was single.

"Wait," Natasha cut in. "Did she have a black purse with a butterfly attachment and y/h/c hair?" Natasha questioned. y/h/c = your hair color

"Yeah, how did you know?" Bradley questioned, his face scrunched in confusion.

"That's the woman I complimented on her glasses! She's married, her husband got her glasses for her," Natasha told Bradley, her face twisting into disgust at his earlier words of wanting to take her out.

"Damn, that's one lucky man then," Bradley mused, everyone missing the small grin growing on Bob's face. He had figured you were the one they were talking about.

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Mickey was the next to meet you, he had recognized your description from the others and wanted to double check you were you. You were just walking to your car from work.

"Hi, this may sound weird but did you ask a taller man with a mustache about a Hawaiian shirt and get complimented on your glasses by a woman whose call sign is Phoenix?" Mickey rushed out before you could run away from the odd question.

"Oh, yeah, why?" You had subtly taken a step back from him.

"I'm in their squadron! They will never believe that I met you," Mickey pumped his fist in the air and you relaxed.

"Oh, well, hello," you laughed gently, your smile easy. "What do they call you?"

"Fanboy, but my name's Mickey, ma'am," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Nice to meet you Mickey," you offered your name before walking away, you got in the car and let yourself laugh even harder. These were definitely the people from your husband's squadron.

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Jake was next, he hit on you before you even looked at him.

"What's a darling lady like you doing alone?" Jake slid into your space, you were grocery shopping for breakfast while Bob slept in a bit.

"Mu husband's asleep," you told him, turning to face him.

"Wait, no way, you're the infamous y/n?" He perked up and you realized what was happening.

"Are you another from the group of people from the same squadron that I keep running into?" You questioned, a humorous smile growing on your face.

"I am, the name's Hangman," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Well, I have no idea how many more of you there are," you lied. "But tell the others I'm excited to run into them as well," you bit him farewell while leaving, missing Jake pulling his phone out to text the Dagger Squad group.

Bagman: You'll never guess who I ran into Phoenix: Heart glasses y/n? Bagman: At the grocery store Rooster: You hit on her, didn't you? Fanboy: He most definitely did Phoenix: Did she bring up her husband? Bagman: She did Payback: I was supposed to meet her next! Coyote: I call next time

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You met Ruben next, much to Javy's dismay. You were at the gym and Ruben couldn't find his earbud case.

"Hi, sorry," Ruben automatically apologized when you slightly jumped. "I didn't mean to scare you, it's just that I was using this machine earlier and I can't find my earbud case. Have you seen one around here by chance?"

"Oh, is it blue?" You questioned, your glasses slowly falling down your face. It brought them to Ruben's attention and you saw him get excited.

"Yeah, it is, you wouldn't happen to be y/n, would you?"

"I am, are you apart of that Navy squadron?" You grabbed the blue earbud case you had seen under the machine earlier and handed it to him.

"That I am," he affirmed and you gave him a small smile. "Thanks for this," he lifted the case up just enough for you to see it.

"You're welcome,' you paused, waiting for his name.

"Payback or Ruben, ma'am," he told you and you nodded once. You two went your separate ways and as you left for the locker room, you texted your husband.

My Girl ❤️: I ran into another one of your friends My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: Who was it? My Girl ❤️: Payback, he was nice. Called me ma'am and only approached me because he lost his earbud case My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: You've got one left to meet My Girl ❤️: I know, they act like they're all meeting me. I'm meeting them My Girl ❤️: Also I'm very sweaty and it will be your problem when I get home. I'm going to be all over you My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: I can't wait

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The last to meet you was Javy, he saw you as you walked into the hangar. You were there to pick up Bob since you had to borrow his truck while your car was in the shop, and Javy recognized your description right away.

"Holy shit, you're y/n! I'm Coyote or Javy!" He practically shouted, causing many to look over at you. You were suddenly surrounded by the entire squadron, questions flying at you faster than you could process.

Your savior came in the form of your husband, as always. His hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you to him, his hand slipping right to it's home on your waist. "Are you ok?" Bob lowly asked in your ear, you nodded with a bright smile on your face.

"Wait," Jake called out but his shock made him pause. "Your husband's baby on board?"

"Yeah, my husband's Bob," you told him, your eyes sharpening at the name Jake called him.

"How long have you known who we were?" Natasha asked.

"Since you, well, I didn't know who Bradley was until Bobby came home and told me. I'm sorry for never asking your name to properly thank you," you apologized to the man but he waved you off.

"I think that's ok, I did accidentally tell your husband how I was upset at myself for never asking you out," Bradley told you and you laughed at the feeling of Bob tightening his hold on you.

"He told me about that, while I appreciate two of you thinking I'm attractive, I am very happy in my marriage," you told them, it was enough to snap Jake out of his shock.

"How the hell did Bob bag you?" Jake exclaimed and you looked over at him again.

"He's got a huge," Bob cut you off with a tug away from the others.

"Ok, that's enough," your husband told you with ear tipped ears. You gave him a sweet smile as you heard the laughter from his squad. Bob led you away from them and out of the building and to the car. "You're going to pay for that," Bob told you as he started his truck, his hand landing on your thigh.

"I can't wait," you told him, your smile widening just a little bit more.

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Bearly Apart

Pairing: Bob Floyd X F! Teacher Reader

Category: Fluff!

Summary: You and Bob finally take the next step in your lives together, moving! But while cleaning, Bob finds something extremely special in one of you boxes.

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Word Count: 1678

Warnings: Mentions of being pulled into Bob's Lap, Mentions Of Deployment, Use of Pet Names, No use of Y/N, No description of what reader looks like.

Notes: I haven’t written fanfictions since I was probably fourteen, so if these suck, I apologize!! I’m just now getting back into the swing of writing and trying to figure out how to characterize my writing.

You love Bob.

there is no other way to describe the way in which you feel for the blonde Naval Aviator, who has stolen your heart and made it no good for anyone else.

You met at the Hard Deck a few years back, you were with your friends, trying to hang back and let them have their fun as you were the designated driver for the night, and honestly wanted nothing more than to be at home curled up with your blankets, knowing you had papers to grade, but the moment you saw Bob sitting by the pool table, you knew you were whipped, and the moment you met Bob, you knew he was the one. 

You began to realize he would never let you touch a door again if he could help it, always claiming “My momma would beat me if she found out I let you open your own door.” It was the little things like that, that made you truly realize how much he loved you, or the way that he would run his fingers gently across your cheek when he thought you were asleep, whispering about how lucky he felt to meet you and planning your futures, promising to give you the best life he could. 

Bob absolutely treasured you, and he always made sure you knew it, never wanting you to feel like you weren't the best thing that ever happened to him. He would often praise you anytime he could. “You work so hard baby, let me take care of you.” “You’re so beautiful, my darling girl” 

But there was one downside to your otherwise seemingly perfect boyfriend. The deployments. They’re long, and distance is hard. You miss your boyfriend, you miss the way he holds you, and you miss trying to sleep without him, so on one particularly long deployment, you had a solution to this. A Build-A-Bear, dressed in a little navy uniform, that you sprayed with his cologne. It was the perfect solution to your problem, you had a small stuffed bear to hug, that resembled your boyfriend, and that smelt like him for when the nights got extra lonely. Now despite your three, almost four year relationship with Bob, you never told him about this bear. Oftentimes, you’d just put the bear into the closet when he came back from deployments, not needing it, now that you had the real thing, which you didn’t really think would be a problem, until now.

You and Bob had finally decided to move out of your shared apartment, and into your first house, and with this big decision, came having to move everything in your apartment, and that meant lots of sorting and putting things into boxes.

You were sitting in the half packed bedroom, sorting through your closet, and sorting all your clothes into the 'donate' or 'new house' piles. You could faintly hear Bob moving boxes around in your living room, the sound of him humming to himself as he worked evident through the walls. It was peaceful and domestic, something that made you smile to yourself, and you were simply content to just silently sort through your clothes, until the silence was broken by the sound of a quiet knock at your bedroom door, making you look up from your sorting.

Bob peeked his head around the door, giving you a gentle smile as he looked at you. "Hey Doll, how's it going?" 

You look up, meeting his soft gaze, biting back a smile. "It's going good, I think. You don't realize how much stuff you have until you have to move it, I think we need to limit the amount of sweatshirts I buy during winter" you say with a soft groan before focusing your attention back onto Bob "You get the living room packed up already?

Bob chuckles softly as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed as he shakes his head at your comment knowing that you just steal half of his sweatshirts anyways. “I got most of it packed up. There's a couple heavier things I wanna wait and ask everyone else to help move, but that's not going to be for a few more days.” 

He walks over to where you're sitting on the floor, sitting besides you and placing his head gently atop yours, as he wraps his hand around your waist. “You need some help packing up the rest of the closet, Doll?” 

You hum leaning into the comforting touch of your boyfriend. “There’s a few containers in there I haven't sorted through yet. If you wanna go through those, that’d be a big help” You say peering up at your boyfriend. 

Bob plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, squeezing your waist. "Of course baby, I live to serve afterall, doll." He says as he stands up, lips quirking into a soft smirk.

Your face heats up as you look back to the clothes you’re sorting through, your breath hitching in your throat. “Shut It, Lieutenant.” Bob chuckles lowly as he begins to grab some of the storage bins out of the closet, “Whatever you ask, doll.” 

You two get into a rhythm of sorting through things, falling into a system, getting through most of the items in your closet much quicker.

Bob sorts through a few boxes, before finally opening one up that caught his attention when he first started sorting. He lifts the lid off of it, revealing some older polaroids of you two when you first started dating, stuff you had collected over your many dates, such as dried flowers, notes he had written you, and some movie tickets you had kept. As he looks further in the box, he sees something peeking out. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he grabs the item, pulling out a small stuffed bear. He furrows his eyebrows as he picks it up, noticing the small navy-like uniform the bear has on, with a small name tag attached to the front of the bear, reading 'Bobby' in your handwriting. A small smile tugs at Bob's lips as he looks at the bear. He runs his fingers over the fabric of the uniform, admiring how it closely resembles his own uniform, he notices the hint of a familiar cologne wafting off of the bear. He lifts the bear closer to his nose, inhaling the recognizable scent. It was his cologne, smiling even wider when he realizes that. 

You look up noticing Bob hadn’t said much in a little bit, wanting to make sure he was okay, when you notice him holding the small stuffed bear. You immediately still as you notice the bear, eyes widening.

The smile doesn't leave his face as he turns to you, with the bear still in his hands. "Doll?" He calls out to you, He holds the bear up for you to see. "Care to explain this?" He asks with a small chuckle.

You blush, feeling your entire body seeming to heat up in embarrassment. “Oh my god, you didn’t just find that.” you said bringing your hands to cover your face.

He stands up, walking over to you and sitting besides you on the floor, placing the bear in your lap, his gaze fixated on your face, as he gently tries to coax your hands away from your face. "C'mon baby, no reason to be embarrassed. I'm just curious, I wanna know where the lil’guy came from.”

You groan softly as you allow him to pull your hands away from your face and into his own, as you shyly peer up at your smiling boyfriend. “I-I got him on one of your longer deployments a few years ago.. I really, really missed you and I couldn’t sleep at night. So, one day I decided to go to build-a-bear, and I saw the little navy outfit, and well.. Made a mini you, for when you couldn’t be here, and sprayed your cologne on it. Made it feel less lonely at night, like a promise that you’d come back to me.”

A look of adoration crosses Bob's face, his eyes softening as he reaches over to pull you into his hold, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his head on your shoulder. "Oh sweet-girl" Bob says, his voice filled with pure tenderness and a tinge of guilt at the prospect of you feeling that alone. "I had no idea. I knew you struggled with my deployments, I struggle being away from you too, but I didn't realize it was that tough on you, sweetheart. You could’ve told me.” 

You lean back, relishing in your boyfriend's hold, face still flushed with heat. “I know m’love. But they’re hard on you as well.. And well that’s why I got your little mini-me here, made me feel like you were here in spirit.”

He runs his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion, before whispering “You’re so precious doll, got the whole world in my arms. M’the luckiest man alive, you know that? Having my girl miss me so much that she makes a stuffed bear mini-me, couldn't've ever dreamed of being this lucky.”

You snort softly. “Slow your roll lieutenant, it’s a stuffed bear, you act like I've handed you a magic lamp that’ll solve all your worries.” 

Bob smiles into your shoulder, shaking his head. “Fuck the lamp, i’ve got everything I could’ve ever wished for right here, anyways.” 

You groan loudly, shaking your head, “Oh my god, Bob that was so bad. You’re such a corny flirt.”

 Bob smiles at your reaction, kissing your head, whispering “Only for you, Doll.” Bob gently tugs you closer, before adding on “You know baby, if you’ve been using this every deployment, it means we’ve ‘Bearly been Apart’ this whole time.” He says softly trying to stifle his laughter.

You groan loudly, slapping his chest. “Bobby! Oh my god, that was horrible! You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute enough to make into a bear, obviously.” He responds, lips quirking up into a smirk as he sees your glare intensify.

“Robert!” you exclaim

“Shutting up now, doll!"

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