#Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[yeagrave]

halloween prepping

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[neverleaveyourwingman]

I did a thing ✌🏻

[babyonboardfloyd]

morning after | robert 'bob' floyd

pairing: robert floyd x f!reader (almost no descriptions of reader besides tiny hair mention)

warnings: teensiest tiniest allusion to sex, mentions of alcohol, and almost zero proof-reading

inspired by truly, madly, deeply by one direction lol

robert floyd didn’t do one night stands. it wasn’t his thing. he wasn’t the type to get drunk at the hard deck and take the pretty girl home from the bar, like hangman always did. he wasn’t the type to flirt with the stranger that had caught his eye and ask to buy her a drink. he liked to play the long game. admire from a distance, form a friendship, let feelings develop naturally.

that was until he saw you. he had seen you behind the bar of the hard deck one night, your smile radiant as you handed a patron their beer. bob couldn’t help magnetic draw he felt to you. shocking everyone around him, including himself, bob stood up from his stool by the pool table, brushed the peanut shells from his lap, and made his way over to where you stood.

you looked up from where you were now wiping down the bar top, eyes meeting his blue ones behind his huge glasses.

“what can i get for ya?” you asked the bespectacled stranger.

“nothing. um, i -uh, hi. my name is robert and i -uh never do this but you are gorgeous and i just needed to tell you that ma’am”

the blush that crept over your face was burning red as you smiled and introduced yourself back, bashfully accepting his compliment. the rest of the night flew by as robert stayed up at the bar, the two of you laughing and talking all night. even after your shift was over, you remained to have a drink with the man. one thing led to another and bob found himself waking up the next morning, his long limbs tangled in yours, and you breathing softly next to him in your bed.

bob’s heart soared out of his chest. you looked so angelic laying there, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds and falling gently on your cheeks. he reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your forehead, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your face.

you stirred in his arms and blinked up slowly at the man you took home from the bar. in your sleepy haze, you saw a faint look of concern behind his eyes, which you mirrored, worrying he regretted coming home with you.

he spoke gently, hand still gently playing with your hair, “i want you to know that i don’t normally do this, i -uh, i don’t do one night stands. i like to take a girl out a few times, be a gentleman, ya know?,” he laughed once, “and i -uh, obviously we missed a few steps, and i know we only met last night, but i like you, a lot, and i’d love to get to know you even better, take you out tonight.”

still coming fully to consciousness, his words leave you speechless, a gentle blush creeping over your cheeks. your silence sends panic rushing into bob’s mind, and he stammers out, “and i -uh, i totally understand if this was just, like, a one night thing and you -uh, you didn’t feel anything and that didn’t mean anything. i totally get that.”

again, you didn’t say anything, but instead you leaned into the man laying next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. he kissed you back immediately, you could feel the sincerity in his kiss.

“so, uh, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

you giggle lightly at his question, “yes, robby, i’d love to. and for the record, i don’t do one night stands either, i felt something too.”

[ohtobeleah]

omg can we talk about Bobby Bear for a minute bc that entire portion of the finale had me sobbing 😭

Like seeing as how Dot’s only 3 and blocks out most of the final ToE events as she gets older, I doubt that she really remembers Bob or the significance of Bobby Bear. Of course she’ll still have him as a teenager, but I’m just thinking of what it’s like after the events of “Dot visits Jaidyn in jail” where she learns that someone literally died to save her. I’m also thinking of how she might ask her parents to take her to visit Bob’s grave—his final resting place for the last decade at that point 🧸

ToE

{ Listen, I’m a firm believer in the ideology that kids see ghosts. My mum used to tell me that when I was a kid I’d sit on the pool step talking to myself for ages and one time when she was hanging out the washing she heard me talking and asked who I was talking to and I said Nana Leonie. Who’s my dads mum who died when he was 12 in a car accident. They had never told be about her because I was only like four/five at the time. }

And I think that’s what happens to little Dot. She’s sitting on her swing set just talking to herself. She’s got Bobby Bear sitting on the grass beside her. Minding her own business.

“Who you talkin to over there princess?” Bradley’s asking as he hangs out some of the washing that needed to be done in an emergency batch. Flightsuits and stuff.

“Bobby—“

“Bobby Bear got something to say does he?” And Dot has Bradley frozen in a flashback that he can’t get out of when she replies to him.

“He says mama has a baby on board.” And all Bradley can hear in his mind is Jake’s infectious laugh coming through the comms from when they all came back together for the uranium mission, where Jake had assumed Bob stood for baby on board.

“Did Bobby Bear say that?” He’s got a little layer of sweat across his forehead as he asks. There’s no way, right?

“No, Bob did.” Dots correcting her soon to be legal guardian. In a few short months that’s what Bradley would be. “He says hi Tooster.” And it’s just the most shocking moment for Rooster. Because he’s just standing there at the line hanging washing watching Dot talk to herself and is all of a sudden in the middle of an existential crisis about the possibility of ghosts being a legitimate thing.

“Hey Dotty.” Bradley knows it’s probably stupid to ask but if there was a chance, even just the slightest chance, he wanted Bob to know. “Can you tell Bob I’m sorry?” And Bradley watches as Dot converses with herself like she’s having a full on in-depth discussion with someone standing right next to her.

“He said he knows.” That’s when Bradley is scooping little miss Dot up and collecting Bobby Bear and barreling into the house. He’s looking for you in a panic. Anxiety attack approaching.

“Fe?” Bradley calls when you aren’t in the living room. Dots hanging upside down as Bradley holds her like a surfboard. She’s a giggling mess. “Honey you around?”

“What’s wrong?” You’re racing down the hall because the way Bradley sounded made you believe the house was on fire. “Roo—?” He looked pale, like he’d just seen a ghost. Or heard from one that was.

“You need to take a pregnancy test and Dot sees ghosts.”

“Did you hit your head on something?” It’s a genuine question to a very puzzling statement. “Bradley, hon, what happened why do you look ill?” It’s the palm against his forehead that calms Rooster down, your touch always brought him solace. He placed little Odette down who takes her Bobby Bear and makes her way into her room. She had better things to be doing than watching her dad have a full blown anxiety attack. “What happened?”

“Do you ever talk to her about Bob?” It’s a blunt question Bradley is sure he already knows the answer to. You don’t talk about Bob to anyone let alone Odette. But everyone had agreed to not bring Bob up around your little girl, incase it triggered an episode. She’d begun to block it out, her therapist had told you it was normal in childhood trauma. It was a coping mechanism.

“Not directly no.” You frowned curiously. “Why?”

“She said that Bob said that you have a baby on board and then I asked her to tell Bob I was sorry and she said he already knows!” Bradley knew he sounded crazy by the look on your face you gave him in reaction to his explanation. “I ain’t crazy baby don’t look at me like that.”

“Bradley, I love you—but there’s no such thing a ghosts.” You reply a little sharper than normal. Bradley knows why, the topic of Bob never left you feeling good. It was still a fresh wound. “I’ll take a pregnancy test in a few days if I’m late—“ You leave it at that. Rooster hangs around the threshold of Dots room just watching her play. He felt like he was going crazy.

But what made it even worse was when that pregnancy test came back positive.

“Holy shit you do have a baby on board—“ The whole experience kind of confirms that there’s some sort of life after death for Bradley, which gives him a lot of closer, brings him a lot of peace. You don’t buy into it. And Odette doesn’t seem to really stick with the whole kids see ghosts thing either because as she grows up, her imaginary friend Bob doesn’t seem to appear as much anymore. She just grows out of it much like you thought she would. Bobby Bear is just another one of her many toys and suddenly—she’s being told exactly what happened that night on Uncle Jakes front porch after going to see that monster she’d been calling her dad for months on end.

“Will you take me to see him?” Dot had spent the majority of the day with you in bed, talking about the things that you’d endured, talking about Bob and about how Bradley was just always there for the two of you. “Bob?” Odette had a new found appreciation for Bradley, her dad.

“Sure baby, you know—before Riley was born you kinda had Rooster in a frenzy thinking ghosts were real and that Bob wasn’t just some imaginary friend of yours.” You could remember it like it was yesterday, how pale and scared out of his fucking kind Bradley had really been that day. He was convinced Bob was about to have him staring in something right out of the conjuring.

“How?” Dots asking, she just wanted to keep the conversation going. She wanted to know everything, no detail left out or stone unturned. If she couldn’t get it from you she now knew who to go to. Uncle Jake.

“You used to say a lot of weird things, just things only Bob would know— Or you somehow knew things we’d never told you about.”

“You don’t believe in ghost mum?” You shook your head with a firm No and a tight smile.

“I don’t believe that a man who was ground in mathematics and science and probability theory would ever be a ghost, no.” You just didn’t believe it was in Bobs inherit nature.

So the next day, you and Bradley took Odette up to Bobs grave. She’d never been there before. You’d never taken her purely to keep the memories at bay for her. All you ever did say in and day out as a mother was protect your kids.

“How’s it hangin’ Floyd?” Bradley clapped as he picked up some of the dead flowers Natasha had last left. He knew it was her because there was a beer bottle sitting next to the bouquet. The beer Bob never got to give Rhett. It became a tradition every-time Rhett was in North Island, the two would go up and see Bob for a while. “Brought you a visitor man, little Dotty got big didn’t she?”

“Does he do this a lot?” Dots asking as she walks with you up to Bobs headstone. Her hand couldn’t have been tighter in yours if she wanted it to be. Bradley Bradshaw had lost a lot of good people in his life, the idea they weren’t inherently gone for good helped him process that loss.

“Yeah, you should see him at your grandparents graves—it’s heartbreaking.” It’s a little overwhelming for the teenager who was only just now learning about the events you’d kept a secret from her. The fact someone had died trying to protect you, protect her made her stomach churn.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“That feeling never goes away.” You held your daughter close as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you everything sooner sweetheart.”

“Bobby Bear?” Dot sobbed as she pulled away and wiped her tears. “That was Bob wasn’t it?”

“Uncle Rhett has one too.” Bradley confirmed as if it had been a massive secret that no one ever spoke about. “He was the one who gave it to you.”

“And we all have the same pair of glasses tattooed.” You showed your daughter the faded outline of the pair of aviators you had on your finger. It really needed to be redone. “Your father has his on his wrist.” Dot already knew about the tattoos you both had, she just didn’t know the symbolism behind them.

“Jake has his on his ass—“ The three of you laugh just as the wind picks up around you, Bradley’s convinced it’s Bob laughing too. You just think it’s been windy all damn day.

It’s not till a few weeks later when Rhett’s in town for parent teacher interviews with Phoenix and the twins does he learn that Odette knows about Bob. She tells him point blank when he’s over for dinner catching up with Jake and Amilia.

“Where do you keep your bear Uncle Rhett?”

“What the hell do I keep my what now?” Rhett’s frowning curiously until Dot hands him the tattered old bear that had been threw her entire childhood. Her favourite teddy bear. Bobby Bear.

“Jake told me everything that happened—“ She didn’t have the heart to tell him why, she couldn’t tell her Uncle Rhett she went to see the man who killed his brother. “Mum told me all about him, Bob that is.” Rhett doesn’t know what to say, he knew this day would come. He just wasn’t expecting it to be today.

“C’mere kid.” Rhett’s heading back into the house, he makes his way to the spare room as Dot follows and opened his suitcase. Right at the top is the same identical bear. Just a little less beat up. “He comes everywhere with me.”

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[icemavschild]

Hangman: *takes off Bob’s glasses*

Hangman: How many fingers am I holding up?

Hangman: *holds up the middle finger*

Bob: …

Bob: One

Hangman: YOU’RE A LIAR!!

[aworldinsideaperson]

Okay I’ve got free hands, a fully charged iPad, and a brain full of ideas. Time to get these fingers to work!

[purplevortexx]

Mixed Up Match Up

summary: in which you meet someone new and don’t realise you could have met him long before you did.

pairing: robert ’bob’ floyd X reader

warnings: ROBERTA

words: 3.7k

a/n: some cute Bob fluff for you all, enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated! 🫶

Also… ROBERTA IS BACK BITCHES!

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“Roberta, I’m here.” You yell as you step through the familiar blue front door armed with a black cat in one hand and your bag in the other.

Placing down the meowing ball of fluff in your arms, you watch as your bundle of black fur disappears round the corner into the kitchen, no doubt searching for her favourite person. You hear a slight clatter, followed by a call of “Y/N honey I’m just baking, come through to the kitchen dear.” You follow the path that your cat, Donut, has taken and are greeted with a delicious smell as you enter the kitchen.

Looking across the room, you see that Donut has comfortably perched herself on the windowsill, fluffy tail waving lazily as she receives scratches on her stomach from Roberta who is mumbling loving praise to the little black cat. “Smells delicious in here!” You tell Roberta in greeting.

“Thank you sweetheart. My grandson’s coming over later, I’m making cookies for him. Chocolate chip, his favourite.” You take a breath in, waiting for the words you know are coming, “He’s still single you know, lovely boy, and he’s in the navy. He’s a-“

“Provider, my baby boy.” You finish for her, having heard all about Roberta’s grandson multiple times before.

Roberta rolls her eyes at you but presses on, “I’m sorry Y/N but I really think you should meet him. And wouldn’t Donut just love another parent!”

“Roberta,” you chastise her affectionately. “I already told you I’m ok as I am. If I meet someone I meet them, I don’t need you setting me up with your grandson.” You turn, making your way to the front door. “Plus Donut hates everyone that isn’t you or me.”

“But-“ she starts, following you out into the hall. You turn slightly. Only then catching a glimpse of her apron donning the phrase ‘your opinion wasn’t in the recipe’ You chuckle at the apron before opening the door.

“Bye Roberta, I’ll be back around 5 for Donut, don’t let her out with the chickens again” you say, bidding her goodbye.

-

The walk to your flower store is thankfully pretty short so you get there within plenty of time to set up for opening. When the alarm on your phone chimes, telling you it’s opening time, you’ve already completed 2 arrangements that are due to be picked up that afternoon as well as another to sit on the display table. Humming contentedly to yourself, you carry the display arrangement to the table and place a price card on it before heading out with your signs and keys. Grabbing the rubber door stop from behind the counter, you prop the door open before pulling your signs out onto the sidewalk. As you move through the doorway, the bottom of one sign catches the doorstop, pulling it from where it is nestled under the door. Your eyes widen in panic as you watch the door start to close on you. Unfortunately there’s nothing you can do but prepare to feel it hit you in the face.

You screw your eyes shut in preparation but then you hear a voice “woah, I got it.” And then… nothing. You open your eyes slowly and are met by the sight of your saviour who has a soft smile and rosy cheeks. He pulls the offending door wide open and grabs one of the signs from you. “You ok?” He asks and you nod dumbly.

It takes you a few seconds to find your voice. “Uh yeah thank you.” You place the remaining sign in your grasp in its place before grabbing the one from the handsome stranger and settling that down on the other side of the door. As you turn to go back into the store, you notice the stranger move to walk in behind you.

“Oh were you needing some flowers?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah, for my grandmother.” You wonder fleetingly if Roberta’s grandson would buy her flowers but shake off the thought as the cute guy in front of you continues talking. “I’ve been away working for a while and she always likes it when I get flowers for her when I visit.” His explanation nearly makes you swoon and pretty sure you may have just met your dream guy.

You ask him a couple of questions about what kind of bouquet he wants to buy including a price range and preferred colours which he answers readily. It’s hard to keep yourself focused as you keep meeting his eyes when you glance up to ask another question. Each time your eyes meet his own blue ones he offers a small smile, his cheeks slowly becoming more red.

“Ok,” you say, snapping yourself out of whatever cringy haze this guy has put you under. “So I’m pretty busy today but your order should be ready by tomorrow morning. You tell him “you can pay for it now or on collection, it’s up to you.”

“I’ll pay now,” he says, pulling out his wallet and you nod, putting the total through the register.

“Can I take a name for the order? Just a first name is fine.” It’s not like you’ll forget him in a hurry but it never hurts to be professional.

“Sure, it’s Bob.” He tells you, shy grin still fixed on his face.

“Well Bob, thank you for saving me from death by door.” You chime, raising your eyebrows in amusement.

He chuckles, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Oh it’s nothing really, the worst you woulda got is a black eye.”

“Well in that case, thank you for helping me avoid a black eye.” You say and he chuckles again in response. You’re pretty sure Bob has no idea you’re attempting to flirt with him.

“Anytime,” he pauses, eyes dropping to your embroidered apron “Y/N”. You feel the corners of your mouth turn up as he says your name. You fall silent, attempting to avoid Bob’s bashful gaze so as not to embarrass yourself further.

Reprieve from your situation comes in the form of your phone’s ringtone blaring out on the counter. You mutter an apology to Bob before grabbing the device and holding up to your ear. “It’ll be ready tomorrow morning.” You tell Bob once again and he nods in understanding.

“Alright, thanks Y/N.” He says, and with that he gives you a parting nod and leaves you to answer the incoming call.

True to your words to Bob, you do in fact have a really busy day at the store meaning you only get to Roberta’s to pick up Donut just after 5:30. You’re already apologising as you walk in the door. “I’m so sorry, I’m late!” You’re greeted with the sight of Roberta sat on the couch with her husband next to her reading a book and Donut sound asleep between them, claws seemingly digging into Jerry’s thigh.

Roberta waves your apology off. “Not to worry dear, these things happen. Although you did just miss my grandson.” You roll your eyes.

“Roberta, for the last time, please stop trying to set me up with him!”

Jerry sighs softly from next to his wife. “Honestly Roberta, let them live. Who knows, Y/N might already have a lover hm?” You cringe at Jerry’s choice of words and shake your head.

“Only me and Donut,” you confirm your relationship status, giving a pointed look to Roberta. “Just the way I like it.” At the mention of her name, the little black cat hops up from where she’d been asleep on the couch between the Floyds and jumps happily into your arms as if confirming your statement.

Roberta just chuckles, taking a sip from her glass of wine. “We’ll see honey,” she tells you. It creeps you out the way she does that. It’s as if she knows that you met someone you kind of like. You’d write it off as a coincidence but it’s happened before. The day after a particularly disastrous date you’d had a few months ago, Roberta had asked you how it went despite you never telling her about it in the first place.

“I swear she’s freaking psychic.” You mutter under your breath, hiding your face in your cat’s fur, quiet enough for Roberta not to hear.

She does however notice that you have said something, “what was that dear?” She asks and you shrug and shake your head.

“Nothing, just talking to Donut” you reply, stroking the purring ball of fluff in your arms who lets out a soft, contented meow. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say, giving a soft smile to Jerry and a small wave to Roberta.

Before you can leave though, Roberta stops you, “oh honey I completely forgot to tell you, Jerry and I are meeting up with some friends tomorrow so I won’t be able to watch this little angel.” She confesses, moving to stand next to you and lay a hand over Donut’s head.

“Little angel my ass,” Jerry mutters, turning the page of his book. “Scratches me any chance she gets that little demon.” Roberta hits her husband lightly on his shoulder as a means of chastising him but he just shrugs and returns to his book, still muttering about ‘that darn cat’.

At the thought of donut having to come with you to work tomorrow, flashbacks from the last time she was in the store plague your mind. Now Donut is generally a very well behaved cat but she tends to get bored quite easily so before Roberta started watching her every day, she had to come with you to work. This resulted in many flowers being eaten and a few displays ripped by tiny kitten claws. It did cease slightly when you brought a bed and toys for Donut to entertain herself throughout the day but when it came close to closing time, and you putting things away, she’d more often than not find something to rip to shreds.

You make a mental note to dig out the spare cat bed from your spare bedroom, along with some toys and pack some food for Donut tomorrow. “It’s alright,” you tell Roberta, “you guys have fun. I guess Donut’ll just have to stay in the store with me all day tomorrow.”

And with that you bid them farewell, giving your cat-sitter a light hug on your way out.

The next morning is more hectic than usual. You had called your mother the night before, asking if she was able to have donut for the day but she declined, stating her new boyfriend was allergic to cats. You’re almost convinced he’s posted on Facebook about having 2 cats before but opt not to get into an argument with your mother about her boyfriends non-existent cat allergy.

After dragging out various cat supplies and sorting them into bags you’re ready to leave for work- albeit 20 minutes later than usual. Not stopping at Roberta’s helps you catch up some lost time, meaning you’re not as late as you first thought but you’re still rushing once you get to the shop, armed with a wriggling cat and all her supplies.

Thankfully, it only takes you a few minutes to set up a corner for Donut for the day, leaving her bed just behind the counter. She slinks tentatively towards it before settling herself in and falling asleep nearly straight away. You sigh in relief, at least she doesn’t seem to want to destroy your store today.

As it’s nearly opening time, you unlock the door and put the signs out before grabbing your diary and opening it to your ‘to do’ list for today.

You quickly get lost in the tasks at hand, barely hearing the the bell attached to the shop door when it chimes softly a couple of hours later, signalling someone has entered the store. “I’ll be out in a minute!” You yell, spotting a shadow of figure stood at the counter.

“Take your time,” the customer hollers back. You stand on your tip toes, straining to reach the tissue paper on the top shelf that would look perfect wrapped around the bouquet you’d just put together for Dotty who lives next door to your mother. You manage to grab the paper and quickly finish off the arrangement before heading out to the front of the store where you’re greeted with a strange sight.

Bob is stood at the counter, which in itself is not all that odd considering he has an order to pick up. What perplexes you is the fact that he’s scratching a purring Donut carefully behind her ears and she’s not attempting to dig her claws into his arm. You’ve lost count of the amount of customers Donut had injured in her time being with you but for some reason she’s decided that Bob is worthy. Not that you blame her of course, he seems pretty worthy to you too- maybe Roberta was right about Donut needing another parent.

The bespectacled man looks up as you make your way to stand behind the counter, noting the way your eyes widen as you take in him stroking your cat. Your bewildered look between him and your feline causes Bob to panic and pause his petting of Donut who leaps from the counter to sit neatly on his shoulder. “Sorry, she just came up to me, I should’ve asked!” He explains, wrapping his hand around Donut’s middle, ready to remove her from his shoulder.

“No you’re fine!” You assure him and he lowers his hand “it’s just she’s never like this with anyone else, she literally hates everyone.” You tell him, chuckling at the sight of Donut happily perched on Bob’s shoulder, tail swaying and tickling the back of his neck.

“Well in that case, I’m honoured.” He says, scratching the chin of the purring ball of fluff. “Does Roberta Floyd watch her at all? It’s just I swear this is the same cat that I saw yesterday.”

You nod in confirmation, reaching out yourself to pet Donut, who is close to falling asleep. “Uh-huh, Donut here goes to Roberta’s when I’m working. She’s out today so it’s ‘bring your cat to work and hope she doesn’t destroy your store’ day for me today,” you ramble, watching as the corner of Bob’s lips turn up at your words. “How do you know Roberta?” You ask. It’s likely Bob’s a new neighbour or maybe related to someone who is. All the scenarios of his connection to your cat-sitter run through your mind but you aren’t prepared for the real reason he knows Roberta.

“She’s my grandmother,”

You nearly faint on the spot. Bob, wonderful, cute, sweet Bob is the grandson Roberta has been trying to set you up with. “Seriously?” You ask, the borderline panicked tone of your voice waking donut from her nap on Bob’s shoulder causing her to jump off the man and walk out of the room.

Bob scratches the back of his neck nervously, “uh…yeah?” It comes out phrased more as a question from Bob, who is thoroughly confused by your reaction.

“Oh my god,”

“Everything ok?” Bob asks, unsure what to do about your current state.

“Uh yeah… it’s just” you cringe inwardly, trying to find the best words. “Um, I’m pretty sure Roberta’s been trying to set me up with you for months.” You say the last sentence with haste, ripping the proverbial band-aid off quickly. “I mean, unless you have a brother?”

He nods quickly, “Um I do have a brother but he’s married so…”

“Right, well I guess it is you she’s been trying to set me up with then” you confirm, rubbing a hand over your arm nervously.

As he takes in your words, Bob turns bright red and his eyes become comically wide. “Oh my god, that makes so much sense.”

“Wait what?”

“I always get her flowers when I come home to visit. She asked me to come here specifically this time, said you do the best flowers in town.” You scoff in disbelief and Bob carries on talking. “They really are the best in town though,” he says weakly, looking down at his shoes and your cheeks start to heat up at his bashful compliment.

“I can’t believe this,” you state, running your hands over your face, unable to grasp that Roberta has meddled this much in both yours and her grandson’s love lives.

Unfortunately Bob takes your statement as you being pissed off at him, which is the furthest thing from the disbelief and slight amusement you’re actually feeling. As such, the bespectacled man in front of you continues his admittedly cute rambling.

“I am so sorry!” He tells you earnestly, his hands wringing together anxiously as he speaks. “She likes to meddle and I promise I didn’t know but I don’t want you to be freaked out so I can just-“

“Bob!” You cut off his rambling by taking hold of both his shoulders

“Yeah?”

“It’s ok, I know you had nothing to do with it.” Bob deflated in relief, “I’m not even mad!” You say and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not?” He asks, in awe that you’re taking this so well. “She basically parent trapped us,” he mutters and you bite your lip to keep a laugh from escaping.

Bob catches sight of the mischievous sparkle in your eye and smiles himself. “What?” He asks,

“I mean you’ve gotta admit, she did get it right.” You say quietly. Bob clears his throat anxiously, and you really hope you’re not getting the wrong end of the stick. You remove your hands from his shoulders, watching as Bob flinches at the loss of contact. He follows your arms with his gaze and in an unexpected move, slides his hands down them until they’re grasping your own.

You glance down to your joined hands and chuckle softly, rubbing your thumb over the back of Bob’s hands. You both stand there, staring at each other intently until Bob breaks the silence with a gentle confession.

“Y’know… uh… I was going to ask you out today,” he admits, face growing redder by the second.

You squeeze his now clammy hands in reassurance. “You still can.”

“Would you want to grab a coffee or go to dinner or something? With me of course. You can bring Donut, I love cats! And dogs… and any animal really! But polar bears freak me out… and butterflies. Once when I was little I-“

“Bob.” You interrupt his sweet rambling again, fondness coating your words. “We can talk about that over dinner yeah?”

“Really?” He asks, dumbfounded that you’d actually want to go out with him.

You nod in confirmation, “uh-huh. Say tomorrow at like 8?” Bob’s eyes widen, trying to process the fact that you agreed to a date with him, even after he told you he’s afraid of butterflies. “You pick the place, I’m fine with pretty much anything.” You tell him and he nods.

“Uh… sure sure, I’ll uh get right on that.” He says and you pull your hands away from his to reach over the counter for your phone. You hold it out to him expectantly and it takes him a few seconds to realise you want him to put his number in.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, cringing at the fact his ability to act like a human being has seemingly gone out of the window. You just shake your head and smile fondly as he types his number into your phone. He doesn’t realise the way he’s acting right now is exactly why you find him so endearing.

He hands your phone back to you with a shy smile, “I guess I should leave you to work then huh?” He says and you nod.

“I guess so,” you reply, taking a step forward so you’re close enough to press a small kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow Bob.”

He grins, “yeah, I’ll text you.” He says and goes to leave your store.

“Uh, Bob?”

“Hm?” He turns back to face you, smile dropping to a look of embarrassment when he spies the bouquet of flowers in your arms.

“Don’t forget Roberta’s flowers.” You call, holding back a chuckle as Bob takes the flowers from your grasp. “Goodbye Bob,” You say, keeping your eyes on him until he’s exited the store, giving you an awkward, dorky wave as he leaves.

Dinner turns out to be amazing and one date turns into two which turns into many, many more as time passes. Eventually you both know you need to come clean to Roberta, which means admitting to Bob’s grandmother that she was right which the stubborn part of you doesn’t want to do.

When you and Bob decide to visit his grandmother together one evening, you walk into her house hand in hand so there’s no mistaking what you are to each other. When you enter, the meddling woman claps her hands together in glee, eyes widening in pure joy when she sees your hands entwined. She goes to speak but before she can you jump in. “Not a damn word,” you tell her and she pulls her fingers up to her lips miming keeping them zipped.

In true Roberta fashion however, she does not stay quiet the whole evening. It’s not as if either you or Bob were expecting her to but it makes you feel slightly sheepish when she says, “now wouldn’t this have been so much easier if you’d have let me set you up weeks ago?” She asks.

“Grandma!” Bob chastises and she just shrugs.

“I’m just sayin’ Y/N didn’t have to nearly get knocked out by a door in order for you two to meet.” She says, placing a hand on her hip.

You see Bob’s mouth open and close, trying to find words to fight back but he can’t find any. You sigh, looking at Roberta fondly and deciding to take one for the team. “Okay fine Roberta , you were right!” A smug smile takes over her lips, “but we got there in the end! It was a bit unorthodox sure but we’re here now right Bob?” You throw the conversation to the man sat next to you who nods, looking into your eyes with pure adoration.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” he tells you, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it.

You smile at the gesture and look up to where Roberta is watching your romantic exchange and decide in that exact moment that you wouldn’t change a thing either.

[demxters]

☙ 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ❧

robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader

childhood!best friends to lovers

series summary: when bob floyd comes back to his hometown for the first time in six years, he reconnects with his childhood best friend in hopes of mending a relationship that once was.

(warning(s) can be found on each individual part)

part of the ‘through the seasons’ universe

“People come and go, and the seasons are gonna change. But my love for you will always be the one thing that stays the same.”

☙ part i

☙ part ii

☙ part iii

☙ epilogue

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓:

☙ moodboards:

the later years

☙ oneshots:

callsign: turducken

☙ blurbs:

ornaments and cocoa nights

bob and brandy’s blanket fort tradition

[teddy06]

The Dagger Squad as things my dad actually did while being in the Navy

(In no particular order)

Rooster: Break into a closed zoo during a sixteen hour stop over in Australia because he and his friends had no where else to be and they wanted to see kangaroos but the zoo wouldn’t open before they left

Phoenix: Ate a live dragonfly to prove a point to a group of recruits he was training, then denied it any time a recruit that hadn’t been in the group asked if it were true, like “where do these rumors even start”

Coyote and Hangman: won too many free pitchers of beer during a competitive darts competition at a bar in the Philippines, to the point where the restaurant ran out of pitchers, they had to start giving away beer to random people, and were forcibly separated and put into new teams

Fanboy: stuck the end of a broom to the back of his helmet, put on a red shirt and painted his face to go to a Halloween party thing with his squad as Marvin the Martian, and ended up being the only person with a real costume

Fritz: Was out too late with a group of friends in San Diego and had like forty minutes to get back to his ship before curfew, but the taxi they called could only fit so many people so he opted to run back, ended up on a random trail going in the wrong direction and almost got caught by boarder patrol trying to get back into the country because he’d gone to far and ended up in Mexico

Yale: peeled an orange so that the peel was all one long piece, ate the orange and then spent several hours crazy gluing the peel back together because he was bored

Bob: was the only person to think to bring a change of clothes in his carry on whilst leaving for a deployment, and when commercial planes ended up getting their luggage mixed up and lost was the only person in his squad to have clean clothes for two weeks

Omaha: was approached multiplie times in multiple different countries by civilians speaking the native language because they had assumed he’d been from there

Payback: got into the officers line at dinner, filled a soup bowl with shrimp and a soup bowl with cocktail sauce and then went and sat with a group of recruits and kept telling them they needed to go up and get some shrimp just to fuck with them

Harvard: meticulously collected sand from ever beach his squad landed on a in little Tabasco bottles only to give up and throw them away because he decided that it was too much work and that he didn’t like Tabasco enough to keep finishing bottles of it

Halo: got so drunk at a bar in the Philippines that he started doing karaoke to a song in Tagalog; he does not speak Tagalog nor has he ever done karaoke since

[icemavschild-2]

*Hangman taking his shirt off at the beach*

Bob: I needa put a ring on that

Phoenix: what?

Bob: what?

[babyonboardfloyd]

because i’m sick and bored, here’s what it would be like being sick while dating robert ‘bob’ floyd:

-bob gets home after a long day on base, ready to go out and grab some dinner with you for date night

-he comes in to find you curled up on the couch, fast asleep, surrounded by a pile of crumpled keenex

-sitting down on the floor in front of the couch, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your temple. your eyes flutter open as he says, “darlin you’re burning up, you feelin okay?”

-all you do in response is groan and pull your blanket up closer to your face

-bob is immediately on his feet, on his way to search your medicine cabinet for any cold medicine he can find

-“robby, would you hate me if i bailed on date night tonight?” you mumble as he hands you a glass of water and some cold medicine

-he sits next to you and pulls you into his side, “honey, of course not. why don’t i make something here and we can just relax tonight? let’s get you feelin better, yeah?”

-you nod and he gets to work on preparing soup for you to sip for dinner. bellies full, bob walks you into your shared bedroom to help you change into sweats and wash your face

-this man is an angel and he practically tucks you into bed, before cuddling up next to you, kissing the top of your head

-you quickly drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm in robby’s arms

-bonus: he wakes up sick the next day but it was worth it to help his love<3

[icemavschild]

Hey guys, I’m aware I haven’t posted in…a while. I’m rlly sorry and I am trying to find the time to get on and write something but it’s just not…vibing.

I think I needa rewatch the Top Guns 😂😂

[mercyofmurdock]

Lewis Pullman on 26/10/2022 from @warrenalfiebaker on Instagram

[purplevortexx]

Confetti

summary: in which a prank on Rooster turns into you asking Bob out

pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd X Reader

words: 1.3K

warnings: swearing, bob being a low-key chaotic king 👑

a/n: so this idea came from @call-sign-jinx @shrimping-for-all and myself being completely chaotic… enjoy :)

(big special thanks to jenn for realising I was missing half my fic 🙃)

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“Jesus what the FUCK?” Rooster yells as yet another pile of purple dick confetti falls to the ground of the Hard Deck, this time out of the pocket of his jeans.

You’d been watching it happen all throughout Rooster’s party. He’d walked in with a face like thunder and when you’d asked Phoenix what the problem was, she’d promptly burst into laughter, clutching her sides as tears rolled down her face. You’d found out by asking around that Bradley had received anonymous birthday card full of purple dick confetti that morning, but it didn’t stop there. From the morning onwards, Rooster had been finding the confetti in all sorts of random places.

When Phoenix calms down enough to hold a conversation with you, she explains exactly why Rooster is so pissed off by finding dick confetti everywhere. “You should’ve seen his face! He was stood there right in front of Cyclone when he took his helmet off. There were little purple dicks everywhere!” She tells you and you have to put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing too loudly.

“Oh my god no way!”

Phoenix holds a hand out, “oh I’m not even done! He sat down to drink a cup of coffee this afternoon, takes a sip and spits out a bunch of the confetti!” You snort into your hand at the image of Rooster spitting confetti dicks all over the floor. “I’ve never heard Hangman laugh so much in his life!”

You furrow your brows “So is Hangman the one doing it then?” You ask curiously and the female pilot shrugs.

“I have no idea, he says not but I don’t know if I believe him.”

You nod and hum in response, listening intently as Phoenix recounts even more stories of Rooster finding dick confetti in various places. You’re crying with laughter by the end, particularly enjoying her description of Rooster’s confusion when he found the confetti covering the shelves of his refrigerator.

Just as Phoenix is finishing up the list of places Rooster has found the purple penises, you notice the man himself walk back into the room, frowning and shifting from side to side. “What’s up Bradshaw?” You ask.

“Not sure, my shoes just feel really uncomfortable.”

You frown. “Maybe a stone or something got in there?”

“Hm maybe” he says and pulls his right shoe off. As he pulls it off, you all watch, him in exasperation, Phoenix and yourself in total amusement, as a few sparkly pieces of confetti float mockingly to the floor. Rooster makes a sound, possibly a mix of confusion and annoyance before repeating the action with the other shoe. The same thing happens and Phoenix starts laughing uncontrollably again, quickly joined by you and Hangman, who has just appeared by your side.

Rooster looks up from the small pool of dick confetti at his feet and shoots a murderous gaze at the blond pilot. “You’re a dead man Jake.”

“Rooster, man I swear it’s not me.” Hangman takes slow steps back, his hands held out in front of him as if trying to tame a wild animal. “How the fuck would I even get it in your shoes?” He asks but Roosters not listening. The dark haired pilot takes one step forward for every one Hangman takes back until the latter takes off running. With just socks now covering his feet, Bradley sprints after him with a shout, chasing Jake out of the Hard Deck.

Everyone around laughs with people starting to take bets on how long it’ll take for Rooster to catch Hangman or where Rooster will find the confetti next. Most people go back to their conversations but your conversation partner, Phoenix seems to have ditched you in favour of making bets with Fanboy so you take the chance to observe the room.

From where you’re, you can see Bob carefully make his way over the other side of the room from where he was talking to Payback a minute ago. Intrigued, you keep your eyes on him until he gets to where Rooster has left his jacket resting on the back of a bar stool. Bob looks around slowly, not realising that you’ve seen him then starts rifling through the pockets of Rooster’s jacket. At first, you’re a bit alarmed but then Bob grabs a small bag out of his pocket and starts emptying something into Roosters wallet which he pulls out.

Everything suddenly clicks into place as you realise that Bob has been the one messing with Rooster all day. You glance around to see if anyone else has spotted Bob and registered the same thing as you but no one is paying attention. You chuckle quietly to yourself as Bob places Rooster’s wallet back where it was and returns to the bar alone to order himself another drink.

Smiling, you walk up to him and stand by his side, leaning on the bar and staring right at him. “How’d you know which jeans he was gonna wear?” You ask and Bob’s eyes widen in alarm, realising he’s been caught.

“Uh- I.” He stammers, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You laugh, “cut the shit floyd, I saw you put the confetti in his wallet so I have to know, how the hell did you know which jeans he was gonna wear tonight?” You ask.

Bob sighs, “I didn’t”

Your eyes widen as you take in what he’s saying. “So you’re telling me that every single pair of Rooster’s jeans have dick confetti in the pockets?”

He nods, “and it’s in all of his shoes too.”

“Well played Bob,” you commend him, clinking your glass against the full bottle of beer Penny has put on the bar for him. “But I gotta ask, where did you even get the idea?”

Bob smiles, chuckling to himself. “Uh, my grandmother actually.” He tells you and you throw your head back in laughter.

“No way!”

He nods, “I’m being serious.”

You laugh again, “oh my god, I would love to meet your grandmother, she sounds awesome!” You tell him.

Bob scratches the back of his neck nervously, “yeah she’s pretty great.”

“So did you put it anywhere else?” You ask, “the confetti I mean.”

Bob nods his head again, “uh, there’s some under his pillow and in his locker on base.” He pauses for a moment to think, “Oh and I covered the bronco in it!” He says and your eyes widen in fear for Bob.

“The Bronco? Shit dude he’s gonna kill you!

“Who says he’s gonna find out?” He asks, bringing his beer bottle to his lips

You nod, “Ok, I guess I’ll keep your secret.” You take a sip out of your glass , “on one condition.”

“What’s the condition?”

You take a breath, a newfound confidence consuming you. “You have to take me on a date.”

Poor Bob nearly chokes on his beer. “You- uh… You want to date me?” He asks incredulously. “Are you sure?” and you just about swoon inside at his humbleness.

“I’ve heard there’s a really nice Italian that just opened up a few blocks over from here.” You tell him as he just stands there, mouth agape. “8 o’clock Friday, I’ll make the reservation, you pick me up?” Bob nods dumbly and you make a mental note to text him about it later just in case he isn’t taking in the details right now. “Can’t wait,” you tell him before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You’re walking away but stop as you hear a yell come from outside, the words clear as day even over the loud music. “The fucking Bronco? ARE YOU KIDDING ME HANGMAN?!” You laugh out loud at Rooster’s anguished shout and catch Bob’s eye. He’s managed to recover from your impromptu date arrangements and sends you a sly wink to which you put a finger to your lips in a shushing motion.

Phoenix, the ever perceptive woman that she is, catches your gesture. “What’s that about?” She asks you and you reply.

“That’s for me to know and for you to probably never find out.”

[princessmisery666]

I love him and I'm not sorry... I just want to keep him forever

I’m right there with you. I love this precious bean. He deserves to be protected at all costs. 💜

Written on my phone and not beta’d.

Thirsty

“It’s time Bobbo.”

Bob gritted his teeth. “Don���t call me that,” he demanded of Hangman.

“Ah don’t be like that,” Hangman smirked, “no one likes a sore loser. A bets a bet. You lost.”

“I didn’t lose, you took the cue from me!”

“Tomato, tomatoe,” Hangman shrugged. This wasn’t about the bet. This was about helping a friend. “I mean, if you won’t, I can always go see if the lady needs a drink.”

Bob’s fists clenched and his jaw ticked as he dared Hangman to take a step. He didn’t need help in talking to you, the bet had been a stupid one and Bob hadn’t technically agreed to it.

“What lady?” You asked, coming up behind Bob.

“You, actually,” Jake winked, perfect teeth on display behind his flirty smile. “Whadda you say, darlin’, thirsty?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I am actually.”

Jake stepped closer, flirty smile transforming to a smug grin. “Your place or mine?”

Bob practically snarled at him, and you turned to put a gentle hand on his chest. You winked at him before turning back to Jake.

“My place,” you said, and tugged your shirt to the side, revealing the hickey’s decorating your neck and top of your breasts. “So Bob can add some more of these in places I wouldn’t show in public.”

Jake lost his smug grin but Bob found it. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, Buddy.”

[demxters]

— 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬...

↠ three seasons, three pilots, three chances of falling in love… there’s something about the changing of seasons that brings people together and makes the heart grow fonder.

☙ fall (robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader)

❆ winter (jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader)

✿ spring