#bob floyd headcanons

[attapullman]

There is no doubt in my mind that Bob Floyd has a huge dick. I just know it. There is no way to change my mind on the matter.

headcanons that are absolutely true

bob floyd is packing

bob floyd's love language is touch

bob floyd has a raging breeding kink

bob floyd's wife has a bad back because he's blown it out so many times

bob floyd will not admit to any of the above

[roosterbruiser]

Hi, could I request a Bob x Reader blurb that's a mafia themed one? I leave the plot up to you but I would love it if there was something smutty about it, thank you!

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

"C'mere, doll."

Who are you to deny him?

Oh, that's right. You're the woman he's obsessed with, the one who keeps him reeling all night long at just the thought of your lips around his cock, the one who is always game, the one who's actually not very happy with him right now.

So you don't c'mere, doll. You stay put right where you are across the library, leaving all that mahogany and leather between the tow of you, your eyes swimming with annoyance and your lips frowning.

Bob's raising his brows at you expectantly, one hand stuffed in the pocket of his cashmere trousers while the other holds a fat cigar up to his lips. He's not used to people not listening to him right away; what he's used to is people scrambling to follow his direction before he's even given it.

But you aren't biting. He can tell from that indignant expression on your pretty, pretty face that you aren't even thinking about obeying.

And dammit if that doesn't make all the blood in his thighs rush to the head of his cock.

You stare at him. You're annoyed, honestly, but not angry. You two had a date scheduled, one you bought a slinky new dress for, one that had you watching hair tutorials and buying a new foundation. But at the last minute, Bob had called--claiming duty calls--and effectively cancelled your date in a phone call that lasted less than 5 minutes. Usually, you understood. Usually, you were much more forgiving. He was a well-respected man, a man people feared--but he was your Bobby. And because he was your Bobby, you let yourself get worked into a huff about him cancelling your date. You really wanted to go to that new restaurant, the one he claimed is impossible to get reservations for (except for the Bob Floyd, who would do anything to please his lady and also happens to be the son of Danny Floyd--like the Danny Floyd, don of the mafia). Really, you just wanted to put on your pretty dress and be complimented and doted on. Really, you just wanted to eat filet mignon with the man you love and then go home and fuck his brains out. And then maybe open up a bottle of that nice red wine you like so much.

But he hadn't even come home until ten minutes ago, well into the wee hours of the morning. And when he came through the heavy French doors of the library where you've been perched on the sofa waiting for him, he merely pressed a chaste kiss to your head and slumped on the couch to light up a Cuban stogie.

"Thought I said c'mere," Bob says, blowing that thick white smoke from his bitten lips as he tilts his head at you. "Deaf or somethin', baby doll?"

He stares at you. He knows you're upset--you're not exactly one that can hide your emotions, especially when they're because of him. You're in a fantastic dress, one that he would love to run his hands over and then promptly rip off your body, and there are still heels strapped to your feet. You've even painted your nails and done your hair up real nice. He knows, just from looking at you, that you put time and effort into getting ready for the date that he cancelled on a short phone call. He really didn't want to--it was something that was out of his control--but duty really did call.

"Make me," you taunt, completely serious. You're not smiling, there is no playful glint in your eyes. You mean it. You won't come to him unless he makes you.

And boy if that doesn't make his heart rate speed up.

But Bob can play it cool, even if he knows the night will end with him between your legs, coaxing you into summing one more time, doll, c'mon--I know you can do it. So he leans back further into the couch, not breaking his eyes from yours.

Even at the end of the day, a day that dotted his shirtsleeves with blood and caused a whole lot of trouble for his family, he still looks fucking gorgeous. His hair mussed from his fingers running through it, his eyes drooping with exhaustion, his cheeks sunken in slightly. There's that delicious amount of scruff on his cheeks, which he usually keeps well-groomed.

He finishes his entire cigar, stubbing it out when it's merely a butt. And you stand there, watching him watching you, neither of you speaking.

But then he stands up, rolling the sleeves of his button-up to his elbows, and fixes you with a look that makes your knees weak.

"Want me to make you, doll? Or you wanna listen real good so we can both get what we want?"

You shiver, but hold strong.

"What I wanted was to eat steak tonight and have you take this dress off me," you snark.

He smiles.

"I can make one of those things happen," he says.

You bite a smirk, refusing to give in.

"Freezer's empty," you say absently, raising your brows.

"Shame," he says lowly, slowly crossing the room to where you're standing with wobbling knees. "Guess I'll just have to do the other thing, then, huh?"

here is my tag list!!

[topgunshenanigans]

I fucking love Bob, this is a Bob stan blog.

King Bob

*wheezing at my own pathetic joke*

I would also like to confirm. He is still adorable. Smol just isn’t the word to describe him <3

[jostystyles]

enemies to lovers hc's | rf

a/n: im not sorry for this. these came straight from the gc with @lt-natrace and @rhettabbotts and bc im too lazy to write a fic, here's some headcanons we came up with during this mornings brain rot <3 also reader's callsign is yankee bc im self projecting and from ny. i also got really carried away and this is so long i’m sorry. thank u to @mayhem24-7forever and @topguncortez for beta-ing this too!

~ no one understands how you could possibly hate bob. its bob. he's a total sweetheart, the quiet one. but not to you.

~ to you, he's snarky, and there's just something about him that gets under your skin.

~ you're no picnic to him either. he tried to befriend you, a fellow WSO, from the start. but he was met with a blank stare and a scowl. two can play at this game, he thought.

~ it all started one of the very first nights at The Hard Deck. already unamused with the pissing contest between hangman and rooster, you've stuck to phoenix's side as you've flown with her before but aren't paired together for this mission

~ you've heard of her backseater's reputation, and were eager to meet him. someone at your level, who understands the role and loves it just as much as you do. and by the looks of it, he looked like he might be different from the male pilots you've worked with in the past

~ and not to mention he's really fucking hot.

~ but as soon as he cracks a distasteful joke, one that rubs you the wrong way and somehow takes a jab at your ability to fly like him, you're done. so you give him the cold shoulder and think to yourself, he's just like the rest.

~ but that doesn't stop you from trying to impress him, because for some reason you may have developed a crush on him. but after a while, that crush turned to nothing but pure hatred.

~ bob makes your life a living hell. he makes it a point to criticize every little thing you do, and soon enough it became a battle to see who the better wizzo would be.

~ "god, you're fucking insufferable. you really can't keep your mouth shut, can you? you're clogging the damn radio Yankee." he spat. "Bob." Phoenix piped in, but was ignored as you responded. "I've got to get Coyote's attention somehow, asshole. back off."

~ the rest of the squad is used to your bantering, but it never went passed jabs at each others abilities, or other meaningless characteristics.

~ none of it went unnoticed by phoenix, though. she could see right through the snide remarks and icy glares. she knows you. she remembers the blush that crossed your face the first time you laid eyes on bob, and she remembers the way your face fell after his joke went over your head.

~ she knows bob. she knows that he thinks highly of you and is impressed with your work. and that he has the dryest sense of humor known to man, and that he thought you were stuck up after you didn't laugh at his joke.

~ she sees the longing glances bob gives you when you aren't looking. the ones where he stares at you, laughing with fanboy, in that beautiful sundress that flows so perfectly around your curves. and he's angry with how beautiful you look, and how happy you are in that moment, and he's angry because he wonders why can't i be like that with her

~ he wasn't good with feelings. and you were mean to him, so he was mean back. but maybe one night he takes it too far.

~ you've mentioned in passing and in group that your parents struggle with your line of work, and it's taken a toll on your relationship with them. so after a long day of flying and picking fights with each other, you're both exhausted. and of course that tiredness turns to anger, and anger is an emotion you and bob know best with each other.

~ bob's fed up. fed up with himself, and flying, and mav's drills, and you. it's always you.

~ "god after missing that target, it’s no wonder your parents aren’t proud of you” he regrets it as soon as he says it. a surprised "woah" is elicited by rooster, as you stop in your tracks. “you’re a real asshole, floyd” you say, voice shaky, before you turn on your heel and dart away.

~ phoenix grabs bob's arm, pulling him back as the rest of the pilots move along. "what the fuck was that, bob? you know, this little rivaly you and yankee had was cute at first, but it's gotten out of hand lately. coming for her like that? brining her parents into it when you know what their relationship is like? that's a low blow. especially coming from you. you need to take some time and think about whatever this little thing means, because its obvious you've got something else going on." she says, leaving him standing on the tarmac. he waits there for a minute, ashamed. bob feels his jaw twitch before he heads back inside

~ he knows he has to man up and apologize. he didn't mean it, he was frustrated. frustrated with his feelings, and the mission. but his words shoot to kill when he's mad. he has a lot of regrets about that. (thank u to jay for killing me with that)

~ the next day, as he plans to apologize to you, he approaches with caution. he waits for you to say something, anything, but the moment never comes. you don't say a word to him, just leave him with a second long look, full of pain and something else he can't place.

~ it goes on like this for the next few days. no more snide remarks, scowls, or fighting. just stolen glances that don’t go unnoticed by your teammates.

~ in between drills, bob walked past an empty classroom put paused when he heard your voice.

~ “i thought he was different, javy. i don’t know. i’ll get over it.”

~ bob couldn’t help but feel yet another pant of jealousy. he knew you were talking about him. and to confide that in coyote? you were a lot closer than he thought, and he felt stupid for how much he hated that.

~ he decided to stay on base a little later than usual that night, catching up on some reading and drill planning. as he was packing up his bag, he heard some yelling, a loud clatter, and a scream that sounded all too familiar. running into the hallway, he bounced his head around until he found the site of the incident. his heart dropped to his stomach as he spotted you, crouched against the wall, shaking, blood dripping down your face mixing with the tears that were also falling. there was broken glass next to you, a shattered frame. he ran faster than his feet could take him, stumbling before he landed on the ground next to you.

~ startled, you look up through teary eyes to see the last person you’d expect to come to your rescue. bob looks at you with an expression you can’t decipher, one of concern mixed with rage. he reached gently to wipe your tears, uttering a soft, “who did this to you?”

~ "no one, just some new recruits ran by and knocked me into the wall, the picture fell down and hit me on the way. i'm fine." you said, breathily. "no, you're not or you wouldn't be crying and bleeding. let me help you." bob said, standing up and reaching his hand down to help you up. rolling your eyes, you took his hand to stand up, ignoring the fluttering in your tummy as your hand clasped his.

~ he led you into an empty locker room, grabbing the first aid kit. "i'm fine, bob, really. you don't have to help me, just leave me here." "i'm not going to leave you with an open wound. just let me see it."

~ he grabs a piece of gauze, lightly dabbing your temple to clean off some of the blood. "ow." you wince, pulling your head away. bob sighs, "you're so stubborn. sit still and let me clean it, will you?" he looks at you, those fucking big blue eyes boring into yours. "ok, sorry." "thank you."

~ as he cleans the cut, his hands are slightly shaking. his hands are calm and steady in a fighter jet, but they can't be still while he's cleaning the wounds of the prettiest girl he knows. bob's trying to be gentle, but you're so close to him, sitting on the counter in between the sinks and his knee rests between yours.

~ you're looking up at him, and he's fighting every urge he has to not look down at your eyes, and your lips. breaking the silence, you say, "did you learn this one as a boy scout?" bob chuckles. "i'll let you have that one." an uncomfortable silence overcomes you, and he finishes by putting a bandage on.

~ as you go to leave, you turn in the doorway. "hey, bob?" "yeah?" he replies, looking at you. you stare at him for a second, lips parted. "thank you, really." bob gulps, nodding in respone. "yeah, um, of course. and hey, y/n?" surprised at him calling you by name, you answer. "yeah?" "i'm uh, really sorry for what happened, the other day. it was wrong of me and I shouldn't have said that."

~ giving him a soft smile, you respond by saying, "s'okay, bob. it was the heat of the moment. we've all said things we didn't mean."

~ things go back to normal after that, except you and bob no longer seem to have it out for each other. the other pilots notice, but the mission comes along at last. as the news breaks that the dagger squad landed one of the most successful missions in naval history, the decision is made to establish a permanent task force.

~ and just like that, the rivalry picks right back up. "are you fucking kidding me, bob? you can't go one second without taking a stab at me. it's fucking never have i ever. you don't have to single me out." you yell, stomping out of the room where everyone was sat hanging out, making your way to your barrack. bob followed, trying to diffuse the tension. "oh come on, yankee it was a fucking joke. nothing you aren't used to."

~ you finally reached your room, bob somehow managing to follow you in. "get the fuck out of my room floyd. jesus, you can't leave me alone for one god damn second. and to think we were starting to get along, you can't give me a fucking-" he cut you off by grabbing your arm, spinning you around and pulling you flush to his chest. "you make me so fucking mad." he growled.

~ before you could respond, he pulled you even closer, pushing his lis against yours. stunned, you let out a gasp, but your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed him back just as hard, your free hand reaching up to tug at his hair. the kiss was hot and heavy, and you broke apart, gasping for air.

~ “why the fuck did you just kiss me?” you say. “because you’re insufferable. i love you so much for it. since the moment i met you. you make me so mad but in the best god damn way possible.” bob replies, at a volume so low you're not even sure you can hear it.

~ things get stranger from there. no longer are the heated arguments, only light banter that's filled with enough sexual tension to drown jake's and bradley's out. you don't speak of what bob said in your room that night, but instead of fighting, it's just kissing.

~ the usual banter was still banter, but now it was more flirty than it used to be. one day, you showed up to a meeting with a hickey bob gave you not fully covered. “didn’t peg you as the kinda girl to let someone mark you up like that, yankee.” rolling your eyes, you retaliated. “you wish you’d given it to me, bob.” coyote and phoenix made eye contact across the room, knowingly.

~it went on this way for the next few weeks. you and bob maintained your rivalry by day, but your nights were full of stolen kisses and make out sessions.

~ everything was fine, until it wasn't. you couldn't control your feelings for bob any longer. so you start to pull away. and bob picks up on it. one night at the hard deck, you finally break. running out of the bar, bob chases you. "y/n, hey. stop running would you? what's wrong?"

~ "just, fucking go, bob. leave me alone." "not until you tell me what's wrong". you turn to face him, crying. “you can stop messing with me now, ok? i know this doesn’t mean anything to you. you don’t have to pretend this means something. because it does mean something to me and i can’t take it because my feelings are real and i know this is all just a joke to you to spite me.”

~ you turn to go to your car, but bob grabs your hand and stops you. his hand comes up to wipe gently at your tears. "honey, hey. look at me. look at me. it’s not a joke to me. it never was. i’ve loved you since the moment i met you. but all you saw me as was just another cocky pilot, so that’s what i became. i never wanted to hurt you. i just wanted you to notice me. but nobody ever notices the real me.” he confesses.

~ you look up at him, astounded. could he really love you, after all this time? after how horrid you've been, and the things you said? he'd seen the worst of you. he can't love you after that. "no. no. bobby, you're being mean. stop it." you say, pulling away. he stops you.

~ "i'm serious, y/n. I have loved you ever since i have known you. I can promise you that. i’m telling you the truth, i swear. id do anything for you. i’m sorry i made you feel otherwise.” he loves you.

~ and you believe him. because you love him too. you don't love him because you'd been rivals, you love him despite the fact. because you'd seen the worst in each other, and after almost two months of misunderstanding, it was finally worth it.

~ and so you kiss him this time. one that's full of passion, and you can feel just how much you love each other, uttering those three words after you break apart.

tagging: @marvelandotherfandomimagines @sailorscuttle @writercole @rosesvioletshardy @2manytabsopen @purelyfiction @deadratio 💗

[delopsia]

So you don’t have to answer this unless you want to but what are your thoughts of how reader, Bob and Rhett ask for comfort when they’re having a down day or when they’re upset.

Like I’ve had the thought that when Rhett is feeling down and just in need of some TLC he quietly walks up to one of his lovers and just wraps his arms around them, resting his head on their shoulder and watches whatever they are doing and just basking in the warmth of his lover.

Anyways what are your thoughts!

ohhhhh omg :( this is perfect. For the sake of organization, I wrote out Robert and Rhett individually and then included a bonus combination at the end💐

✧˖° Robert “Bob” Floyd:

Robby's quite subtle when it comes to asking for comfort. Not necessarily out of shyness, but because he genuinely doesn't think to ask for it a lot of the time? Being on his own in the Navy for so long has sort of put him in this headspace of dealing with his emotions and distress by himself. So, a majority of the time, it doesn't occur to him to reach out to you and ask for comfort. More often than not, the signs are loud and clear. To you, at least. He pokes at his food. His shoulders grow tenser. Spooks at small things that typically wouldn't surprise him, like a knock at the door. But because he hasn't thought much of his own distress, he's not entirely sure what to think when you ask if he's alright. Every once in a while, he gets to a point where he feels like he needs to reach out. And that almost always ends in him lingering in the doorway, silent until you acknowledge him. Only then does he mutter a soft, "bad day." Regardless of how you learn of his low mood, his preferred comfort never changes. Distraction. A long walk on a trail, buddying up and reading each other's favorite books, a movie marathon, visiting the library, and finding the most obscure novel or DVD on the shelves. He's not too particular about what you do, as long as it's done together and a relatively relaxing experience. Nothing that'll stress him out even more, y'know? That being said, Bob can sniff out a bad day from a mile away. You still haven't figured out what you're doing to set off the alarm bells. Sometimes, you'll come home from work to find that he's set up a nest of blankets and stuffed animals in your corner of the couch. Your favorite drink is always nearby, even if that meant he had to go out to get it. He doesn't press very hard. Usually, a small "Do you wanna talk about it?" is the most he'll offer. Generally suggests all of the things you like, but if you don't want any of those, he falls back on absurd suggestions to make you laugh. Do you want to go skydiving? Rocky mountain climbing? 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu? ...he is not above making a fool of himself just to get you to laugh.

✧˖° Rhett Abbott:

More than often, this ol' cowboy goes completely silent. Doesn't want to talk about what's got him upset. Refuses to recollect the events of the day that lowered his mood. He goes off by himself for a while, wallowing in the emotion of it all, and as soon as he's recollected himself, he's latching onto you. Snuggling up to you in bed. Coming up behind you, looping his arms around your waist, and resting his head against your shoulder until you're doing with what you're doing. Tagging along on your errands and sitting in the car while you head inside. Particularly enjoys it when you let him lay down and put his head in your lap. Especially when you run your fingers through his hair, gently raking your nails across his scalp. It'll put him to sleep within mere seconds. Rhett craves the quiet comfort of being with you and not saying a word. He doesn't need anything else, just an afternoon recharge with you. If you're having a bad day, all you need to do is quietly walk up to him and open your arms. He gets it. Of course, verbally asking for comfort works, too, but silence is a language this cowboy speaks the best. He loves on you the same way he would want it, a quiet presence that doesn't push for explanation or recollection. If you want to talk about it, that's fine with him, but he's not the type to press. And when he does speak, it's quiet. A whisper. Suggesting all of the things that make you feel better. Asking if you want to come to the feed store with him, promising to let you stop and see the new shipment of chicks. Suggesting a nap, a movie, or a long drive that may or may not get you both lost.

✧˖°Together:

...they're a mess. You would never think it, but one is easily affected by the other. Rhett's upset over something Perry said to him? Robby's upset right along with him. Usually doesn't even know what's bothered Rhett. Bob's having a bad day? Well, now Rhett's down in the dumps, too. You're upset? The entire household might just crumble apart. Poor Bobby has learned the hard way that Rhett needs some space before he's ready to be fussed over. There was an instance very early in the relationship when he unintentionally pushed before the cowboy was ready, and it sparked an explosive argument that ended in Rhett storming out for a couple of hours. Bob just wants to help, but Rhett's not ready for said help. It's only happened once, fortunately. The growing pains of a relationship, if you will. Nowadays, Bob's the first to notice when someone else is upset. Again, there's something about tiny interactions that set off alarms for him, and he falls into a routine. If it's Rhett who's upset, he'll settle up on the couch with a movie and wait until Rhett comes slinking around the corner like a feral cat. Rhett can and will lay directly on top of him and use him as a pillow. If you're upset, then Bob will go out of his way to get Rhett in the loop, and they'll set something up together. Usually ends with Bob comforting you and Rhett coming in with something he picked up on the way home from work. Sometimes, Rhett will notice Bobby's in a low mood, but Bob will deny it and say he's okay. All until a big ol' cowboy snuggles up on top of him like an oversized lapdog and stays there until the fool gets the picture. Think of Rhett as a gigantic weighted blanket. Similar to Bob, Rhett reaches out to let him know when you're upset. It's more of a 'hey, you're better at this than I am' than anything. Comfort isn't his strong suit, so if he can't figure out how to make you feel better, he can and will go out of his way to haul Bob into the room. Has actually swept the poor man off his feet and carried him to the couch for some family comfort time. Oh, but if they're both upset, it can go one of two ways. Bob's instincts kick in, and he devises a plan to make them both feel better, or they come bumbling into the room you're in like a pair of puppies. Glued at the hip, never once letting go of each other as Rhett snuggles into your side and Bob squeezes in to hitch his chin over your shoulder. A lot of the time, they unintentionally make themselves feel better by doing it because someone almost always starts giggling. Group naps and cuddles are the best things you can give them. Something quiet for Rhett but enough to distract Bob's wandering mind. Squish their cheeks, play with their hair; it all works. Being loved on is all they really ask for. And, of course, loving on you in return 💐

dlkjhfg this got long fast, omg.

[randalsgrave]

Why am I suddenly thinking about Bob with tattoos and why specifically am I thinking about him having a tattoo of the sword from Lord of the Rings running down his spine???

This is quite possibly the hottest mental image I've ever had and I don't think I will ever recover from it.

[siempre-bucky]

Airplanes | Headcanons

Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob soothes your daughter before take-off on her first flight

a/n: and with this, I've completed the top gun holy trinity dad headcanons :') enjoy

at first, Amy was excited that you and Bob were taking her to see Bob’s side of the family in South Carolina 

telling you how excited she was to see her cousins and grandparents

she was basically bouncing around the house

then after her lights went out the night before the trip and the glow in the dark stars provided enough light for her comfort…she got to think 

she’d be going on a plane and not the ones you and Bob flew 

planes went high above the clouds 

planes could crash at any moment 

her little heart started to race and she was suddenly terrified of turbulence, a big word Fanboy taught her 

she was petrified of flying 

she tried to stay calm like her dad would and ask you questions

"Do the pilot's train as much as you?"

"Mommy? is it safe?"

you did your best to answer all her questions, "Of course, sweetheart. It's going to be a lot of fun."

Amy didn't buy it

she sat anxiously in the back seat while Jake drove her family to the airport 

Bob is definitely one of those dads that are at the airport a million years before taking off 

but he was low key about it…

“I love you, Jake,” she told him as if it was the last thing she’d ever say to him while she wrapped her arms around him on the curb 

you and Bob looked at each other and shrugged at her behavior 

“I-I love you too, baby bob. I’ll see you in a couple weeks,” Jake replied unsurely as she clung to him like a koala 

Bob managed to pry Amy off and held her as they walked into the airport 

you noticed her nerves right away 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked her on the escalator 

“We’re going to crash and die.” 

you rubbed the back of her head lovingly, "No we're not, Amy. promise. You've been on planes before."

Amy rolled her eyes and gripped the straps of her backpack 

“Yeah before I could remember,” she huffed 

you and Bob stood by the gate while Amy sat anxiously in a chair by herself, tears starting to form in her eyes and her legs bouncing

“She’s scared, Bobby. Our baby’s scared,” you whimper, your heart aching at the sight of her 

Bob lovingly rubbed your arms and pressed a kiss to your temple 

“I’ll go help her, don't worry, darlin’,” he whispered, giving your arms one last reassuring squeeze 

Bob squatted in front of Amy, “Let’s go get a snack.”

Amy nodded and let him pick her up, carrying her towards the store off across the way 

“Why are you scared, sweet pea?” he asked gently, opening her fruit snacks and sitting across from her by the window of the gate

she took a deep breath, “I’m scared that we’re gonna be flying and we just fall out of the sky,” she said sheepishly 

Bob opened his arms and Amy crawled over and got comfortable in his lap 

her nerves calming as his arms wrapped around her 

he tried his best to tell her about the mechanics of it all, without it going over her head 

he pointed at the planes outside and taught her about the wings and how’d they keep her safe 

“What if the pilot chokes or something?” she asked as she chewed

“Good thing you have aviators for parents.” 

Amy giggled and nuzzled her face into his chest 

“I promise I will not let anything bad happen to you. You can squeeze our hands as tight as you need.” 

his words instantly soothed her, her nerves calming a little more

Bob noticed the tears of relief she had 

he took off her glasses, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt before handing them back 

she held onto your hands as you boarded the plane

she sat in the middle seat and gripped the armrests 

her hands reached for yours and Bob’s as soon as the doors shut 

squeezing as tight as she could as the plane started to move 

she didn’t understand how this feeling was soothing for the two of you 

she buried her face in your side while you softly reassured her that everything was ok

Bob squeezed her hand three times as the plane lifted into the air and her eyes were screwed shut 

Amy squeezed back in response and took a deep breath 

the plane was at the proper altitude and she finally let go, opening her eyes and looking around the cabin at the people calmly sitting in their seats

“The clouds are really puffy,” Bob leaned over and whispered to her, nudging her arm with his hand 

Amy loved clouds 

She timidly shifted off of you and let herself lean over to look at the fluffy white clouds 

“They’re pretty,” she hummed

Bob rubbed her back and held her close 

“Do you feel better?” 

“Yeah, a little” she nodded, her attention preoccupied with the clouds 

you absolutely took a picture of him and Amy and sent it to his mother  

Bob outstretched his arm and flexed his hand, wanting you to hold it 

you giggled and interlocked your fingers, your thumb stroking his soft skin while you got comfortable and closed your eyes

[t-nd-rfoot]

Robert Floyd is the type of boyfriend who kisses a part of your body before resting his head on it

Watching you do something? He’s kissing the top of your head before resting his chin on it

Long day of work? He’s kissing your neck before nuzzling his face in it

Relaxing on a quiet day? Kissing your thigh before lying down on it and reading his book

[demxters]

— 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞!𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

warning(s): none!

a/n: i cannot get this man off my mind. was missing my fav bookstore boy, so enjoy!! and catch up with bookstore!bob and y/n here <3

(gif credit @lewispullmaned )

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

your first date with bob was a hit

on his free day he built up the courage (with a little push from natasha) to call your number

it was the most awkward phone call of his life, but you were so sweet that he was able to bring himself to ask you out

a year later, you and bob are lying on the beach celebrating your anniversary with books and a picnic

except bob isn’t really reading, he’s too busy admiring you with his head in your lap

and you notice

“bobby, read your book”

“i can’t concentrate with your beautiful face looking down at me like that”

despite his shy nature, bob’s the sweet talker of the relationship

what he has a hard time showing with his actions, he shows with his words

like when he finished ‘the notebook’ he wrote down all his thoughts on an old napkin he found in his flight suit

you now have that napkin stashed safely in the photo album under your bed

or he’ll give you a bouquet of flowers with a quote from the books he has read that reminds him of you

you learn early on in your relationship that bob is big on communication (it comes naturally with being a WSO)

so the first time you guys get into a fight you can imagine how hurt he is when you give him the silent treatment

when bob finished with training early he has dinner with the squad before coming by your shop

he keeps you company till closing because he worries about you working alone at night

on the days he can’t stop by he makes you promise you’ll text him when you leave work and when you get home

bob has his own little shelf of book recommendations in your store

he didn’t notice that you had started setting up his books on display until you ask him to switch out the books

bob swears he tears up a little at that

he’s also a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to relationships

not in an obnoxious way but in the way that if things don’t go right he’s afraid you’ll leave him kind of way

poor baby gets so insecure the first time he sees you with the squad

you get along so well with everyone, that he worried you’ll realize one of the other pilots are better for you

after that night you make it your mission to make sure bob knows he’s loved and appreciated by you

i’m gonna say it bob is a tits man

he loves resting his head on your chest and using your boobs as a pillow

he loves lying on your chest as he holds up a book for you to read out loud

overall, bob is just the sweetest and most considerate guy you’ve ever dated

sometimes your relationship with him feels so unreal that you think you’ve dreamt him up and brought him to life somehow

but bob’s always there to assure you that he is very, very real

ok i’m gonna stop now bc i’m close to crying

i want a bob

[topgunruinedme]

Call signs

No one ever asked why his call sign was Bob, they just brushed fit off and joked, “No one at the academy gave you one?”.

Bob, it sounded normal. But it was the best thing that could have happened to him, the meaning behind it held strong in his heart. The woman who named him, the twitch in her lip of amusement as she straightened his collar.

“Bob, Bomb on Board” he may be quiet and wearily, but he was frighteningly calm in a dog fight, smoke in the air? Just another Tuesday.

He was frightening in the felid; he earns his name like everyone else.

But he’d let them have it, let them joke and boast around. Because to him, Bob meant the world.

Master list

[babyonboardfloyd]

👄 with Bob!

head canons about kisses!

-bob is a very gentle man, this very much translates over to his kissing

-his kisses are almost always soft and slow, holding your face in his hands as if you're made of glass

-in the beginning of your relationship, he asked permission to kiss you every. single. time. he takes his gentlemanly upbringing very seriously

-he only stopped asking every time when you whined at him, "robby you are the sweetest man in the world but if you don't just kiss me i'm going to lose my mind"

-he still asks a lot though :')

-robby is a big fan of forehead kisses, he's constantly pressing little kisses to your head

-and i mean not to get feral but when this man is in the mood, he's quite literally bruising your lips with the intensity

-he always starts off with his typical, gentle kisses that you know and love, but he slowly works up the intensity, teeth clashing and biting your lower lip

-anyways i'm cutting myself off there

emoji prompts!

[edensbuttercups]

Dagger Squad headcanons

Merry Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope it's a good one, filled with love and happiness, in whatever form that might be ♡

Some Christmas headcanons since it's Christmas!

(I'll get into proper writing again soon, ended up taking a little break because of how busy the last days before Christmas have been, but there's some fics in the works ♡)

Bob’s favorite Christmas activity is decorating the house, especially the Christmas tree. He buys at least one special bauble each year, that being the first gift being opened once the tree has been set up, the new ornament finding a spot on it. He’s also a big lover of Christmas cards, taking his time to write one to everyone he cares about, drawing them when he has the time, and buying thoughtful ones when he doesn’t, but he's always super thoughtful and loving, and he knows how to show it, especially when it comes to writing cards to you. 

Mickey is a big lover of baking Christmas cookies, always going all out and making at least three different types, taking the time to decorate them, something he's become very good at. He's messy and he'll definitely flick some flour your way, but he tidies up quickly and gets more energy when he hears you laugh. His takes a lot of pride in his cookies, his specialties being a little snowman, cute little nose and scarf piped on, and Santa, having mastered different expressions for him, from the cheerful one, to the winking one, to the sleepy one, and each cookie tasting just as good as they look.

Jake won’t admit this easily, but there’s nothing that feels more like Christmas to him than watching a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie, a tradition that he accidentally started with his mother one year, ending up on the couch next to her and wiping a tear away at the cheesiest happy ending known to man, eventually sneaking by her side each year when she’d pick a new one to watch, a tradition he carries on with you, pulling you down to cuddle while you watch the two characters fall in love. 

Bradley is big on lazy mornings and lazy nights. He enjoys the time off, being able to lounge in bed by your side in the morning, having a christmassy breakfast and watching as the presents slowly start piling under the tree, sneaking them there in the night when you're not looking and pretending he knows nothing about it when you ask. Santa, he'll justify with a shrug. And lazy nights in front of the tv, watching a Christmas movie? His heaven.

Javy loves wrapping gifts. He’s mastered the skill, being able to wrap anything and everything, and he finds incredible joy in it. He’s also very very good at choosing gifts, always remembering something mentioned in passing or simply knowing what to get. Hand in hand with his gift-wrapping love, he enjoys finding the perfect wrapping paper for everyone, slowly collecting a variety of different designs to wrap his gifts with, the special one he chose for you having candy canes forming a heart.  

Reuben's Christmas doesn’t feel complete without some singing, his favourite Christmas songs blasting around the house throughout the month, taking you in his arms each time you pass him by and swinging you back and forth as he sings, dancing with you for a moment before he has to let you go, smiling as he places a kiss to your cheek, winking at you as you make sure everything is ready for the Christmas dinner.

Natasha doesn't always find herself in the Christmas spirit immediately, but once she does, she goes all out. She finds little ways to make each day feel a little more like Christmas, first decorating the place, then playing Christmas music, watching Christmas films and counting down the days. She loves ending the day with a hot chocolate, pouring two mugs and handing one to you, sitting side by side on the couch, her legs resting on your lap as you sip on your drinks, chatting about what you're most looking forward to.

[roosterbruiser]

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 "𝐁𝐎𝐁" 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 —𝐁𝐎𝐁 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 —𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 —𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 —𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏 —𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒 —𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫--𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 —𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒

𝐁𝐎𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐁𝐎𝐁 𝐗 𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐁

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓

[topgunshenanigans]

I feel like Bob messages Phoenix about stars and what their made of how their formed ect at half three in the morning and she just sits there and listens to him.

Their friendship tho>>>

I’m a sucker for Bob I adore him

[foreverrandomwritings]

☾ ♡ ☆ for Bob! 🥰

Thank you so much for the ask T!! Bobby boy makes me melt.🫠

☾ Sleep Headcanon

~He can sleep anywhere at anytime.

~The boy has fallen asleep sitting on a stool in the Hard Deck before.

~Very lightly snores and occasionally talks in his sleep.

~Will 100% fall asleep in the first couple minutes of a movie.

~Will nap anywhere at anytime.

~When he sleeps in bed he likes to wear a shirt, shorts or pajama pants with ankle socks.

~Tosses and turns all night.

~His blankets and pillows will end up all over the place.

~Snoozes his alarms a billion times so it’s a good thing he has a billion of them.

~His significant other will need to be a heavy sleeper or they won’t sleep at all.

~If he has a significant other he’ll start out wrapped around them and then wake up no where near them.

~In bed by like 9 likes his sleep a lot.

♡Romantic Headcanon

~This boy is a romancer let me tell ya.

~Flowers at least once a week.

~Even if he’s deployed he’s got a delivery set weekly.

~He’ll tell you how much he loves you all the time.

~Will take you on a weekly date night.

~Compliments you constantly.

~Will be a puddle if you compliment him though.

~Loves forehead kisses, giving or receiving.

~Pet name for his significant other would be darlin’ or honey.

~Sometimes he’ll say babe but that’s rare.

~Made an instagram just to post pictures of you both or just you.

~Simps so hard for you.

~Pouty mess when he’s deployed because he misses you so bad.

~Loves holding your hand.

~Definitely learned how to correctly love his significant other by seeing his dad fawn over his mom.

☆Happy Headcanon

~Loves paying for people’s orders behind him.

~Will talk to old couples all the time and will look and be genuinely invested in the conversation.

~Loves talking about his life growing up on his parents farm.

~He will talk your ear off about rocks.

~Likes collecting rocks.

~You find them everywhere, pockets, back pack, car and water bottles.(if he’s on a small hike and has no where else to put them he will chug his water to store them in there)

~Likes seeing other people happy.

~Example: Loves seeing everyone dance and sing when Bradley is playing a song on the piano.

Tags:(open) @sylviebell @angelbabyange @theeleggymeggy

Headcanon Ask Game

[delopsia]

🍗 i haven’t written anything in like a thousand years but i really hope these are the type of abnormal headcanons you were looking for!

rhett is “whatever they had at the gas station” but make it crunchy. cowboy seems like a snacker to the max, like, the only meal this man ever really wants to eat or cares about eating is whatever cecilia makes for dinner. this is a man who gets up before dawn and can’t even think about food before eleven (never mind actually having any time to sit and eat a real breakfast most days) and when he does it’s never from a plate; grazing like a gazelle type eats. maybe around eleven-thirty he’ll hit up a pouch of trail mix or something. he actually likes raisins thank you very much and definitely prefers honey nut sweet n’ salty chex mix to any of that fake m&m or chocolate chip addition weirdness. when he’s not absentmindedly crushing a family sized bag of jalapeño cheetos, spicy honey mustard combos, or old faithful (pork rinds), he can be found stealing bites from whatever you’re eating whether you’re into it in the beginning or not. the first time it happened a few months into your relationship you almost caught his wrist with your fork and looked at him like he was out of his goddamn mind. “i asked you if you were hungry...” you explain when his brows furrow into that cute ass grumpy puppy emoji face he swears he doesn’t do. he just sighs and tucks back into the booth seat across from you on his phone and lets you eat it in peace... but you can’t stop thinking about it and this and him and before you know it you’re cutting a good bite of pancakes off the stack and holding it up to him. those big blue irises flick up, a little smile tugs at his lips before he opens wide and hums in delight at the soft buttery syrupy diner brunch. rhett tries not to look like the cowboy who caught the flapjack when you ask for another set of cutlery.

okay... i’d say my beloved bobby is the complete opposite: a real meal kinda guy. he’s southern and eats like it (affectionate). he likes it all: spicy, sweet, finger-lickin’, hearty, comfortably full-bellied, might think about taking a nap afterwards type eats. barbecues, (i don’t headcanon bob as being religious so maybe post mission dagger squad potlucks with his mama and sister recipes that he he picked up over the years), holidays, etc. but back to the matter at hand, i can totally see him being fast food chicken sandwich fiend. if the place he finds himself in has one he’ll try it. he doesn’t believe any place has The Best chicken sandwich because that’s his mama's all day everyday and there’s absolutely no competition. but they’re all pretty good in their own way regardless. when he’s home on leave and gets the inevitable craving for a mcdonald’s chicken sandwich specifically, it’s a bit of a production. you were with him one of these times and off you went to find the ol’ golden arches. he was polite as pie in the drive thru because of course and when he asks for extra napkins at the end you suspect they actually gave them because of it. he parks in the back corner of the lot like teenagers and you feel a little giddy. he kisses you and starts unloading the bag; his two crispy chicken sandwiches and a quarter pounder with mac sauce and cheese. they actually put extra mayo and pickles on both of his sandwiches which surprised you and you’re about to say as much when he opens them up to stack them together arranging the pickles and all between the sturdier looking of the two buns. you try not to get distracted when he licks the mayo from his fingertips and asks of you could uncap the bottle of hot sauce right there “please, darlin’” and when you look down as if it magically appeared there sat a small half-finished bottle of frank’s red hot xtra. you jokingly call him crazy as he heavy-hands the liquid cayenne onto the sandwich and just about unhinges his jaw to take a bite. he nods, chews and says “but that’s why ya love me...” like he wants you to mean it but also like he could let it roll off like a joke. you stare at his side profile as starts going as red as his hot sauce. “yeah,” you whisper, an thread of finality weaving through your words, “that’s why i love ya.”

!! oh this was so cute to read; I literally had walk out the room and get my head on straight because I started melting midway through. I love every word you've said😭

Rhett, the food thief! I never even thought about it until you mentioned it; there's no way he isn't one. The first time we even see him in the show, we literally watch him walk in and steal a piece of Amy's bacon. What's to stop him from reaching over and stealing a piece of your food? I rest my case, your honor 💃

I love love the headcanon of him being a snacker that just grazes all day. Eats one meal a day but has countless snacks before and after. Probably keeps them hidden, too, because there's nothing more annoying than looking for a snack that someone's already eaten. The pork rinds are in the glove box; the trail mix is hidden in the tack room. You're only aware of this because you walked into the shed and found him pulling that bag of jalapeño Cheetos out of what's supposed to be a toolbox. As soon as he sees you, he just...quietly looks at the bag, then back to you, holds it out, and goes, "do you want one?"

So that's how you wind up as a member of the Hidden-Snack Alliance™

Now that you've said it, I can't unsee it. Bob. Sweet, sweet bob who could eat an entire horse and still be hungry. The type of guy that finishes your food for you when you're full and don't want to take the leftovers home. He doesn't even have to ask after a while; all you have to do is give him a short nod. Leftovers? Not on Robert's watch.

Do you think he has a list? Because I feel like he's got a whole list on his phone, ranked from best to worst, with detailed reasons why, and it's always changing, but it always says "Moms :)" in the #1 slot. "Bob, is the chicken sandwich from here any good?" "Only if you like getting food poisoning, sweetheart."

Kisses!! before he ever touches his food! I have left the building, never to be seen again. He straight-up has his own "secret menu" item AND has the Frank's Red Hot Xtra on standby. If you look hard enough, there's probably a gallon container of it in the back of the cabinet, and he just refills the same bottle over and over.

He's crazy, but most importantly, he's crazy for you.