#robbie x penny

[bussyslayer333]

All I want for Christmas (is you)

summary: some fortunately placed mistletoe forces bob to tell you how he truly feels.

pairing: robert floyd x best friend!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol, slutshaming jake LOL, bob is a pussyeater™️ bc i said so

MDNI this is an 18+ fic

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Robert Floyd has been your closest friend for the past 2 years. You had been worried when you first moved to San Diego for a fresh start that it had been a horrible mistake, in fact you were sat in homesick tears at the beach when he stumbled upon you. Since that day he hadn’t really left your side, which is where he could be found currently.

You were both nursing an interesting mulled wine that Rooster had tried to brew for the team Christmas party. You weren’t quite sure why you were here since you didn’t work with said group of aviators who had become your closest friends but they had absolutely insisted.

The night had just started really, Penny was graciously hosting the gathering at the festively decorated Hard Deck which she had closed just for the team. You had begged her to let you help in some way since you were leaching on to their party so she had allowed you to help her decorate along with Mav and Rooster. The perimeter was surrounded in sparkly tinsel and fairy lights, there was a large tree in the corner of the room covered in mismatched baubles and a large piece of mistletoe hanging down in the other corner. You were still wary of Rooster’s mischievous giggles as he taped it up.

When the rest of the aviators had arrived along with the few higher ups Mav had invited they had all commended your decorating skills, especially Bob. He had told you very early on that Christmas was one of his favourite holidays, evident now by his gaudy (and most definitely itchy) Christmas sweater he was wearing.

“Baby on board, you’re gonna have to turn that shit off I’m pretty sure your interfering with some type of space station signal right now.”

Jake laughed, referring to the Christmas lights which actually lit up on Bob’s sweater. You jumped to his defence immediately,

“What are you even supposed to be? Slutty Santa? Tasteful.”

Phoenix snorted into her wine, though you weren’t sure if it was because she had accidentally swallowed a cinnamon stick again.

Jake smirked, “you want to come sit on my lap and find out?”

He gestured down to the tight black slacks he was wearing, it was paired with a very lowly buttoned up red silk shirt and a tiny Santa hat that had been placed on his head by Maverick upon his entrance.

You roll your eyes and don’t dignify him a response whilst everyone slowly resumes their previous conversation.

“Thanks darlin’.” Bob smiled down at you somewhat bashfully.

You giggle at him and flick the button on his sweater which changes the setting on the lights to fade in and out of their colours slowly.

“I love this sweater.”

“I know you do, that’s why I wore it.”

You look up to meet his eyes and he’s looking at you earnestly. You flush slightly but blame it on the drinks you’ve been consuming.

You’re snapped from his gaze when Fanboy announces loudly that he and Payback will be starting off karaoke.

Their rendition of ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever heard, and Fanboy has a surprisingly high vocal range. Bob is snickering into your hair behind you, trying to appear encouraging for his fellow WSO but failing slightly.

“Bet you 50 that bagman is gonna sing Mariah.”

You turn, shocked at Bob’s admission, “no way! He’s gonna sing some Frank Sinatra classic in hopes that I’ll start swooning.”

Bob raises his eyebrows and sticks his hand out for you to shake. You hum, considering your options then finally give in, placing your hand in his. Bob notes how soft your hand is compared to his, he strokes your thumb slightly before letting go. The contact brings heat to your cheeks that you hope isn’t too visible.

“You’re on Robby.”

Bob’s lips quirk up at the nickname but he doesn’t mention it, and he stalks off to get himself another drink. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding as Phoenix approaches.

She has a sly smile on her face but still looks gorgeous nonetheless, she’s wearing an emerald satin top and black jeans. You go to complement her but she cuts in,

“You look gorgeous, I love this dress, when are you and Bob going to fuck?”

You’re still comprehending her comment about your dress before her full statement registers in your brain. You gawk at her for a second whilst she chuckles evilly.

“I- we’re not- Look me and Bob are just friends.”

She rolls her eyes, Phoenix has been your second closest friend since moving to San Diego. Her presence was always welcome and you usually adored her but you weren’t enjoying what she was currently insisting upon. And that wasn’t because it isn’t true, but more because you’re worried what will happen if you finally say it aloud.

“You are thinking so loudly right now.”

You shove her shoulder lightly, “He’s not interested in me.”

You look over to where Bob is stood at the bar, talking to a tall redhead. You think her name is Isla, she works in the control tower and to your knowledge was invited by Halo.

Phoenix laughs at your admission and wistful expression, “I cannot believe you’re this down bad for a man in a light up Christmas sweater. Also, he is head over heels for you.”

“I like his sweater!”

“You are the only one in here who thinks that.”

You hmph at Phoenix’s comment, “I bet she does as well.”

You gesture to the redhead who is now laughing heartily as Bob shows her the different settings on his sweater.

“Who? Halo’s girlfriend?”

You splutter slightly on your drink.“I thought she had a thing with that girl at work- ohhhhhhh.”

Phoenix scoffs slightly, “Glad to know you pay attention to the rest of us babe.”

“Shush, should I go talk to him?”

“You don’t need to.”

You look confusedly at Phoenix until you feel a familiar strong hand on your waist.

“I’m not interrupting am I?”

Phoenix answers for you, “Of course not, she’s all yours.”

With that, she winks and is off. You turn to face Bob, he’s significantly taller than you and it feels evident now even with your heels on. You’re craning your neck up slightly to make eye contact with him. You take a second to study how he looks, his cheeks are tinted slightly pink and his lips look incredibly soft, his blue eyes are dilated behind his glasses where his hair flops slightly down onto. He forwent the gel because he knows you like his hair in its natural state, even if it impairs his vision even more. He speaks up first,

“You look really beautiful tonight.”

You avert your eyes from his, aware of the rising colour in your cheeks.

“You think?”

You’re fiddling girlishly with the hem of your dress, it���s a babydoll style dress that always got you many compliments.

“I know.”

You can sense that Bob has something else he wants to say but he’s interrupted by Rooster announcing the next person to come and sing.

“Bagman, please take the stage.”

Jake grabs the mic off Bradley and you hear him mumble something about getting his callsign right. Bob’s hand is in yours and he’s pulling you over to the corner of the room furthest from the stage. You look at him questioningly and he’s explaining himself with a smirk on his face,

“I wanted to give you some privacy whilst you lose this bet.”

You smack his arm playfully,

“Shut up, you’re just embarrassed you’re wrong.”

“Sureee.”

Jake has finally finished his rambling and selects a song. You’re certain he’s gonna pick a Sinatra classic and wait for the opening notes to Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It’s safe to say you’re surprised when the familiar jingle of Mariah Carey starts up and Jake is already belting out the first notes. You look at Bob, accusatory,

“You’ve rigged this!”

Bob is doubled over laughing, you finally take your eyes off of him to turn around and huff. Which is when you notice your fortunate position. You and Bob are stood directly under Rooster’s mistletoe. You freeze slightly which catches Bob’s attention, he follows your eye line.

“Gosh, I promise I didn’t drag you over here just to kiss you!”

“Just?” You tease.

“No! I mean obviously I would love to kiss you but that’s not what i meant! I wouldn’t ever trick you into-”

You shut up his rambling my planting a kiss on his lips, they’re as soft as you imagined and he tastes sweet like the cinnamon in the wine. He kisses you back almost immediately and your lips mould together perfectly. You pull away first, noticing some of your lipgloss had transferred onto his slightly swollen lips.

“Woah.”

Bob’s exclamation makes you giggle, he’s gazing down at you in awe and you feel enclosed in a fuzzy bubble where it’s just the two of you. Hangman’s awful singing sounds light years away as well as the rest of the crowds cheers for him. Bob places one of his hands on your waist and the other he uses to lift up and brush a stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you again?” Bob whispers, ever the gentleman.

“I’d love you to.” You smile, leaning in.

You lips crash against each other again, with more vigour this time. Your hands rake through the hair at the back of his neck and he moans quietly into your mouth, giving you the initiative to slip your tongue into his mouth. He reciprocates your action, making you weak in the knees, unsteady in your heels. In the distance you hear Jake finishing up the last notes of Mariah Carey whilst everyone joins in at various different volumes. Bob pulls away and whispers into your ear,

“Do you think we could sneak out now?”

You go to protest, seeing as you haven’t been here long but see the lust blown look in his eyes and decide against it, instead nodding your head and slipping your hand into his. Bob drags you around the crowds to the exit of the Hard Deck. Before you can peacefully slip through the door you look back and catch Phoenix’s eye. She winks with a knowing smile and you giggle slightly. She was never wrong.

Finally leaving the Hard Deck you notice Bob is dragging you to his car,

“I’m only five mins away.” You smirk into his shoulder.

“Yours it is.”

The short drive to your house is tense, neither of you sure whether this was truly happening. Bob speaks up,

“As much as I want to fuck you, I can’t if it’s just gonna be a one time thing. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. ”

You look to him and see how honest he looks, gnawing at his lower lip nervously, your heart races at his admission. You smack his arm in annoyance.

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You urge him, “I’ve been yours this whole time. All you had to do was tell me you’re mine.”

Bob looks down at you with such love in his eyes it’s hard to imagine that you just smacked the shit out of him. You’re pulling up to the outside of your cottage when he finally speaks up.

“I’m yours.”

You smash your lips again his for the third time this night with even more urgency, but you pull away even quicker, wary of your nosy middle aged neighbours.

Once your front door is closed, Bob’s hands are all over you. He’s lifting the hem of your dress to your waist and grabbing at the exposed skin. You let out slightly pathetic whimpers as his kisses make their way down your neck, chest and stomach.

“Never stop making those sounds for me darlin’.”

You whimper at the pet name, satiating him. His kisses reach your lower stomach where he finally stops to admire your panties. They’re cherry red, lacy, and don’t leave much to the imagination. He groans at the sight, making you flush even further whilst he toys with the little bow at the top.

“Can I?” He gestures downwards.

“Please.” You whine.

Bob’s nimble fingers are hooking under the sides of your panties and he pulls them down to your ankles swiftly. He helps you step out of them, removing your heels along the way. You watch as he pockets the panties with a smile on his face and he quirks an eyebrow. Bob’s staring at your bare pussy like a man starved but you can’t help but giggle.

“Are you seriously about to eat me out wearing a light up Christmas sweater?”

Instead of dignifying you with an answer, Bob licks a fat stripe in between your folds, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder and forcing you to lean back against your entry way wall.

“Fuck, yeah okay then.” You whimper breathlessly.

Bob seems pleased with your reaction as he continues his ministrations, now kitten licking at your clit. You can feel the cool edges of his glasses hitting your lower stomach and your whole body feels alight with need for the man in front of you. He moves his tongue down to your entrance and dips it in slightly, his nose nudging at your clit. You moan out at the contact, spurring him on further. Bob’s tongue is fucking in and out of you, each time his nose brushes against your clit making you even weaker beneath his touch. Your hands are curled tight in his hair as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuck don’t stop, please Robby.”

Bob looks up at you from his position on his knees making you whine much louder than you should have. His hand moves down from its solid grip on your thigh to circle at you clit in tight circles. You’re moaning freely now, hips bucking up erratically. Bob can feel you’re close and he quickens his actions just enough to make you become even more high pitched as you reach you peak. Pleasure washes over you and Bob pulls his tongue away from you to watch you spasm.

“You taste so good darlin,” Bob whines, almost as breathless as you.

You can see your wetness around his mouth and his hard cock straining against his jeans.

“You’re incredible.” You simper, pulling Bob to his feet.

He pulls your lips together, making you moan at the taste of you on his tongue. Pulling away to look up at him, you finally rid yourself of your dress, pulling it up and over your head and dropping it to the floor beside you. You had forgone a bra whilst getting ready, so you stood bare in front of the still fully clothed Bob.

“God,” Bob groans, “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Robert! Your language is dreadful.” You giggle playfully.

He reaches for your hand and brings it down to his aching cock. It twitches beneath your palm which is significantly smaller than his,

“It’s just what you do to me.” He breathes into the side of your neck.

You pull away from him and turn around, making your way to the stairs that lead to your bedroom. Bob watches your figure retreat, focusing his eyes in on the way your hips sway and your ass moves as you walk. You turn your head to the side and beckon for him,

“You coming, Robby?”

Bob is hurriedly ridding himself of his sweater and jeans as he replies,

“Hopefully.”

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a/n: CHRISTMAS BOB MY LOVE!!!! there will be more christmas fics for sure bc i am a festive gal tbh. lew lew loml

this is low-key self indulgent af sorry HEHEH

pls comment and reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!

ty for readinggggg :)

- honey <333

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

"Did you lie to me?" Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F! Reader

Summary: The Daggers are about to embark on the most dangerous mission of their career. The odds are survival are slim. Too bad that your boyfriend Rooster has failed to mention that.

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F! Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, lying, he's so pretty but that doesn't mean smart.

Cross Posted on AO3

“How you feelin’ kid?” Maverick sits at one of the stools, his hands tightening on the glass of bourbon before him, the glass sweating from how long he’s sat there. 

You glance across the room at Rooster, laughing with the rest of the squad, “I don’t really want him to go, but it’s his duty.” 

“You’re taking it a lot better than Penny,” he shakes his head, swallowing the last mouthful of liquor. Your brow furrows and you lean closer to hear him above the crowd, “I’m gonna do my best to bring him back home, but this mission,” he sighs, “this one I’m not so sure any of us are coming back from.” 

The glass in your hand shatters and his eyes widen as he stands, “I’m sorry kid, I wasn’t thinking…” Maverick starts apologizing but you put a hand up, and it visibly trembles. 

“It’s that serious?” You ignore the way he swears, obviously realizing that you have no idea. “Rooster didn’t tell me any details obviously,” you mumbled to yourself running over every word he’d said, “but he told me it was safe, a surefire mission, nothing to worry about.” 

You glance up at Bradley, his eyes meeting yours across the bar and the smile drops from his face. He hands the pool cue over to Hangman and quickly crosses to you, “You okay, baby?” he reaches a hand out for your shoulder when you take a step back, out of his reach. 

“Did you lie to me?” you whisper, the tears getting choked in your throat. From behind him the over aviators close in noticing the tension vibrating from your body. 

“What?” Bradley furrows, “I can’t hear you, baby.” 

“I said,” you raise your voice, other patrons turning closer, “did you lie to me?” His expression turns somber and you let out a sob, covering your mouth, “oh, my god,” you whisper, “you did.” 

“Robbie,” Bradley calls out, “can you cover?” his eyes never leave yours, “she needs to go home.” 

“Fuck that,” you shake your head, the tears falling down your cheeks, “you were just going to let me work till close while you drank a beer and played pool with your friends, knowing that you could be going off to die tomorrow?! You didn’t even have the decency to warn me.” 

“I didn’t want it to change anything,” he shouts back, his voice cold, “yeah,” he nods, “there is a strong probability if I’m chosen I don’t make it back alive. Is that what you wanted to hear?!” 

“Rooster,” Phoenix puts a hand on his arm, grimacing over at you, “calm down, man.” 

He pulls his arm out of her grip, turning back to you. “I saw what losing my dad, did to my mom. I saw how she would worry herself sick waiting for him to come back. I didn’t want that for you. I just wanted to leave you with a happy normal night, is that too much to ask?! But no, you have to go turn it into a goddamn soap opera. What?” he throws his arms up, “did you want to lay in each other’s arms and cry? Is that what you want?!” 

You wrap your arms around yourself, knuckles turning white with how hard you’re clenching, and the tears are silently spilling down your cheeks. He’s breathing hard, the anger seeping out as he takes in your trembling form, “fuck,” he whispers, pressing his palm to his eyes, “Baby, I-I didn’t mean it.” 

“Please just go,” you whisper, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie you stole from his closet before work. He lowers his hands, his eyes watching you but you refuse to meet them, focusing on a point on the bar. “I just want to get back to work, we’ll have a normal night, just like you wanted.” 

“Baby,” he reaches out but the others hold him back. 

“She needs some space,” Bob puts a hand on his chest, “just give her some time.” 

“Yeah,” Phoenix nods, “that was a lot Rooster.” 

You can’t listen to them anymore so you switch sides with Robbie, his hand softly pressed to your shoulder. “You can head out,” he nods toward the door, “I can handle the rest of the night by myself.” 

“I’m scheduled to close,” you remind him, “and besides, I don’t have anywhere I need to be right now.” He lets go with a nod and takes his place before the others, Rooster arguing with them. 

“If you’re not ordering a drink, then get the hell out of the bar before I ring the bell on your sorry ass,” Robbie puts his beefy arms over his chest. 

You tune the rest out, making drinks and focusing on the routine and pattern. Rooster is eventually pulled away from the bar and back to the pool tables but he stays in a hightop in the corner watching your every move. His eyes burn as they follow you but you don’t have the heart to even glance up at him. 

Robbie clocks out, giving you a wave and glaring over at Rooster before he locks the door behind him. Everyone else is long gone, leaving just the two of you alone at the bar.

“Please just go,” you finally turn towards him when you hear the chair being moved out at the bartop. His eyes are bloodshot and he swallows hard, as you turn your back to him. 

“Are you coming home?” he asks, his voice trembling. 

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m going to stay at Penny’s. I sent her a text a few hours ago and she said it was no problem.” 

“Baby,” he takes a deep breath, “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“Sorry for what?” you walk over to him, “Sorry for yelling at me in front of an entire bar for giving a shit? Or sorry for lying to me about how you're going on a suicide mission?” 

He goes to answer when you cut him off, a hand to your chest, “Oh, I’m sorry,” you gasp, “is this too much of a soap opera for you?” 

“I deserve that,” he nods, “and all the rest of it. Baby,” he holds out a hand, “I’m so fucking sorry for all of it. I should never have lied to you, I was just trying to spare you.” 

“Spare me?” 

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he stands, coming over to the opening of the bar bending down to get in and walk to your side. “I was so fucking scared that if I told you the truth, you would spend the next few days worried sick. And when I didn’t come back-” 

“If,” you correct him taking a step closer, “if you didn’t come back.” 

“If,” he puts his hands gently on your waist, “I didn’t want your last memory of me to be sick with worry. I was trying to keep everything normal to spare you the pain.” 

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, Bradley Bradshaw. I love you, I should be given the choice of whether I get to worry or not. And for the record, we’ve only been together a short time and I already know I’ll ALWAYS worry about you when you’re gone.” 

He’s gone slack-jawed, and you realize what you’ve said. “You love me?” he whispers and the tears stream down his cheek, he clears his throat before asking again. “Do you love me?” 

“I do,” you whisper, “I love you so fucking much, Rooster.” He grabs the back of your head and pulls you close, your back digging into the bar as he devours your mouth. 

You come up for air a few minutes later and he holds your face keeping your eyes on him. “I love you,” he mumbles between kisses, “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you. But I didn’t want to scare you off.” 

“Well you need to get used to something, Bradley Bradshaw, if we’re going to be together forever.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“And what’s that?” he leans back and forth taking you with him as he rocks you both to the jukebox still playing in the corner. 

“You don’t spare my feelings, or try to protect me. I can make up my own mind.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods, “noted.” 

“Now Bradshaw?” you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Yes, ma’am?” he grins, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Take me to bed, or lose me forever.” 

[mamsieur]

Evil Twin | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Floyd!Reader

Summary : Who would have guessed that sweet and discreet Bob had a twin sister who was his opposite ? Not the Dagger Squad, that's for sure.

TW : mention of past abuse, mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol, mention of sex, angst and fluff, angst with happy ending

Length : 6980 words

AN : Bob is the sweetest and I'm sure he's an overprotective brother.

posted on AO3 July 22, 2023

You were the quintessential of the pop-rock star.  You had a lot of problems with the press, both concerning your love life and the setbacks of your ex-band.

The first problem was that you were often seen leaving hotels with different partners : the press loved that you didn't settle down and always made a big deal out of it. You didn't really care, you knew the tabloids always twisted the truth just to sell more garbage. What bothered you was that your mom kept calling you about it, wondering why you couldn't be discreet and serious, have a normal job like your twin; the perfect little Robby, pride and joy of the family. He was in the navy, serving the country, and your father liked to remind you that Robert was doing something useful, something great. Yet, you didn't care what the public and your family thought of you. You just wanted to play your songs, have fun on stage and in the studio. It was your cop-out after some traumatic experiences you went through in high school.

As for your problems with the band, it was a different kettle of fish. 

You were the lead vocalist and guitarist. You loved being on stage, it made you feel powerful, in control. You were backed by three talented but lazy guys about your age. It was your agent's idea to put you in charge of them. And what a great idea. At first it was fun, you had a good time. But as time went by, their excesses slowed down your rise in the charts. And they wasted all their time, energy and money on the wrong things. Every day, the press had a scoop about them doing something illegal or immoral. The last one on their list was being seen exiting a bar with underage fans.

Those recent events forced your label to give you a choice; either the whole group was fired or you could continue as a solo artist; your producer and staff knew that you weren't really a troublemaker, so it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you.  You didn't even hesitate to sign your new contract ; and that led to a new scandal in the press, creating false drama between you and your ex mates. But as much as you were determined to make a name for yourself, you also needed a break from all the “scandal” that was going on. You made a deal with your producer and new agent: you had one month to come up with at least two singles, while you could go anywhere you wanted to find inspiration and relax.

And what could be more relaxing than the seaside ? The beach, the sun, the salty air, the feeling of being in an eternal summer ? It was perfect. You booked your flight to San Diego and rented a small beach house on Airbnb.  What could possibly go wrong? 

Well, maybe running into your twin brother at the local bar.

The Hard Deck seemed like a pretty chill place and the owner, Penny, was really nice. You spent some evenings there, trying to come up with some lyrics over a Coke.  She was curious and you were happy to share what you were working on, even though you hadn't made any progress. She had that reassuring aura, and talking with her was like talking to an old friend that you knew all your life. She was genuinely interested in what you had to share, and gave you some advice when she could. She also was curious to hear your voice and tried a few times to get you at the piano. You refused politely each time, feeling strangely shy.

It took you a week and a half to work up the courage to go to that piano.

The bar was rather empty, which was unusual for a Saturday night but made it easier for you to convince yourself that it was okay. You discreetly started to warm up your voice and started a version of Your Song - Penny confessed to you it was one of her favorite songs.

In a corner of the bar, by the pool table, a group of pilots were surprised to hear the piano playing at this hour. "Looks like someone stole your seat, Bradshaw," a tall blond man sneered.  "Looks like it, Seresin." Bradley raised an eyebrow and leaned over to see who had taken his place at the piano. The others gently urged him to join them; after all, he was the musician among the squad. He pretended to be annoyed by their request and joined you for the last chorus.  You were surprised, but smiled quietly and finished your "performance" with him. You made room for him on the little bench, and with a look of approval, you moved on to another song of his choice: Ain't no mountain higher .  The patrons of the bar, who had become more numerous, were delighted to have a private mini-concert. Some of them started to dance, others joined in singing. It was a fun experience.

After the end of the song, you smiled and shook the hand of your partner of a moment and let him enjoy the piano by himself. You made your way back to your stool and asked Penny for a glass of water. You felt a presence next to you and turned a little to see who was there. You easily guessed it was a navy man ; the uniform - talk about obvious -, the perfectly styled hair. You grinned at the tall blond man in front of you.

“So, does that pretty voice have a name ?” asked Jake with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious tone and his pushed Texan accent.  “Well yes actually, I’m-” “Y/N ?” You frowned, immediately recognizing the voice that had spoken your name. You easily spotted his surprised face among the other navy people that were close to you and Jake. "Robert?" "Don't tell me you're his girlfriend..." "What? No!" you shouted at the same time, making a few of the others giggle. "Gross!" you pretended to vomit. "She's my sister, Hangman," Bob sighed. "Twin sister, to be exact," you precised.

You couldn't help but giggle at the shocked looks on the faces of who you assumed were his colleagues. He was suddenly flooded with questions, and you enjoyed watching him turn redder and redder. Then they focused on you. "You two don't look alike at all," Reuben said, scanning you in detail. You rolled your eyes and smiled, leaning against your brother as you poked his side. "Robert took the height and brains, I took the charm and talent." 

Your brother sighed and ran his hand over his neck, slightly embarrassed. His teammates were happy to meet you, especially happy to annoy Bob, and Natasha seemed to realize something. "Your voice sounds familiar... I've heard it somewhere before... in a band, right?" " Nemesis ," you smiled and nodded, mentioning your old band, "but I'm solo now. Kept the stage name though." "Quite a few scandals with that band..." your twin mumbled.  You decided not to pay attention to him. Like your parents, Robert had never understood your career choice, arguing that you were brilliant at school and could have done anything else. Of course you were pretty intelligent but you had fallen in love with music as an outlet for your pain. But your family didn’t seem to accept your way of coping with your traumas.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. You got to know your brother's second family. They all had their own personalities, but that's what made them so endearing. Jake invited you to join them the next day, since it was their day off and they wanted to relax at the beach. You gladly accepted.

Robert didn't say much to you, the atmosphere between you was cold and tense. Natasha noticed it, so she joined her WSO to chat. "What's wrong, Bob? Your sister seems nice and yet you're here, not saying anything to her." He sighed a little as he watched you chatting and having fun with the others. "I'm worried about her," he confessed, "she… she hides herself in that personna… that Nemesis …” “Aren't all artists ? I mean, they wouldn't take a stage name otherwise.” “I guess… but I’m scared she’s losing herself…” he said softly, glancing at you. He grumbled when he noticed that Jake was flirting with you; and you didn't seem to refuse his advances either. Natasha let out a soft “damn” when Jake slid his arm around you and Bob almost jumped off his seat, mumbling an irritated “that’s it”. 

You felt a strong hand gripping your wrist and you were drawn out of Jake’s embrace and out the bar. “The hell Robby ?” you scoffed once outside, “I was in the middle of a conversation !” “No you weren’t, you were flirting ! With one of my teammates !” “First off, he initiated it ! And second, in what world is that your business ? We’re grown ups, I can handle some flirting !” “Well, first off , you’re my sister and second , Hangman is… he’s not the type to settle down !” he tried to explain himself but you just rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, you sound just like dad ! Why should I settle down ? I’m having fun, I’m happy that way !” You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyed. “Stop trying to father me, I’m doing fine since I left !” “Yeah, you seem real good in the local news,” he mumbles, putting his hands in his pockets. He didn't even look at you as he said those words. You hated it when he did that, always half-assing his thoughts. You couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, tilting your head back.  “And now you sound like mom. I can handle my life just fine Robert. I don’t need your concern, let alone your judgment ! I’ve never been better, ok ? Leave me the fuck alone !”

You were lying. You both knew that. He could read into you so easily, it made you sick. Call it ‘twin magic’ or ‘sibling intuition’, you still hated the way his blue eyes looked at you with worry and questions in them, knowing all too well that you were not fine. 

You passed him, going back to the bar to get your stuff and pay Penny. Out of spit - and mostly because you wanted to - you handed your number to Jake and left with a smirk. You could hear the squad gently hassle Hangman who proudly showed off the piece of paper you gave him. 

A little fun won’t kill you, would it ?

The next day, you joined the Dagger squad on the beach, near the Hard Deck. 

They were playing a strange football game ; dogfight football , attack and defense at the same time, Natasha explained to you.  You watched their first round and second, it seemed fun. At least, Bob seemed to have fun. You remembered he was not a teamsport guy younger. He actually hated the fact that your dad made him go to the tryouts for the football team in high school. To his misfortune, he got in. You smiled and sighed remembering those days.  Sometimes, you missed the time you were close to your twin, when you could tell him everything, before it all fell apart in junior year. A cold shiver ran down your spine while you thought back about it. Your life changed so much at that time, you didn’t like to remember it.

Crouching in front of you, Jake snapped you out of your reverie. “Hey there darlin, care to join us ? We’ll be gentle, promise.” he said with a playful grin. You arched an eyebrow and sneered. “Oh please, don’t be, I can handle it.” He laughed and helped you up. You were put in his team against Natasha, Bob, Bradley and Reuben. You were - to your own surprise - pretty fast and efficient. Javy and Jake joked around saying that being stealth had to be running in the family. 

You really had fun, even laughing with your brother. You didn’t know who won but you scored the last point of the game, and Jake put you on his shoulders to celebrate before tossing you in the water. “You’re a dead man, Seresin !” you shouted, before laughing. Robert helped you out the water and gave you a towel without a word. You silently thanked him and you all took a water break while deciding what to eat.

Reuben and Mickey volunteered to go get the pizzas and while they did, Natasha proposed a volleyball match. She decided that Bob and you would be in her team and you smiled. Bob couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle ; the two of you loved that sport when you were kids. When you went to your grandma's house for the holidays, you used to play against your cousins. Of course, you kicked their ass. They called you the Evil Twins. Once your heads were in the game, you were unstoppable. And Bradley, Jake and Javy would soon understand why you and Bob were so happy to be on the same team. 

The two of you didn’t even need to talk to understand the next move of the other. Even Natasha didn’t really understand what was happening. You won the first, then second, then third match. You laughed at the exasperation of Jake and Javy, Bradley on the other hand was just tired of running around. He quit with Natasha, leaving Jake and Javy to find a strategy to strike Bob and you down. “Like the old times huh ?” your twin smiled, giving you a bottle of water. You returned the smile and nodded. “Let’s show them. Evil Twins ?” “Evil Twins.” He clapped his hands with yours with a grin. Oh, the other two weren't ready for the beating they were about to get.

Javy called it quits after the third set. They lost them all and he was getting tired. Jake was pouting while you jumped on your brother’s back. “Evil Twins for the win !” Natasha laughed. You giggled, while Robert ran around like a doofus, you on his back, taunting Jake.  "Don't tease him too much, you know he's a sore loser!" sneered Bradley. "Nonsense!" sulked Jake, "I always accept my defeats, except they never happen.” The rest of the team rolled their eyes, both annoyed and amused.

Reuben and Mickey returned with the pizzas, and the rest of the afternoon was less athletic. Some went for a swim, others played cards in the shade of an umbrella. You chatted peacefully with Natasha and Jake, Robert never too far away. Strangely enough, you were glad he stayed close. Sometimes he would join in the conversation, but he remained Bob, preferring to watch and listen rather than talk.  It was a nice afternoon, you felt like a teenager on holiday with a bunch of friends. Bradley and Javy started a water fight by grabbing Bob and throwing him in the water. You and Natasha ran at the boys to avenge him and one thing led to another and you all ended up in the water, friendly fighting each other.

The sun slowly got low, the afternoon ending peacefully. You stayed at the bar with the squad, learning more about each one, more about your brother’s ‘new’ life. They told you about their life on base and about the bird strike that Natasha and Bob had suffered from. You scolded your twin because he never told you about it. He defended himself by saying that it was not that big of a deal, but by the looks on the others' faces, you knew he lied.

Part of you was jealous of him. You both left home around the same time, and he seemed so happy now, away from your parents and their intrusive presence, away from your father's demoralizing, degrading and demotivating comments. You couldn't understand how he could be doing so well when you were struggling to find yourself, to be happy. This question echoed in your head and made you feel too much in the room. You excused yourself and went outside for some fresh air. You were pale and shaking, and anxiety was getting the better of you. You tried to ease your breathing and closed your eyes to focus on the sound of the waves in front of you. You could hear the laughter and indescribable conversations in the distance, mingled with the music and singing. It was somewhat peaceful and yet you couldn't calm the flood of painful memories that invaded your mind. Every laugh reminded you of your ex's, every burst of voice a little too loud made you cower. You didn't want to think about it anymore. You wanted to forget everything. You just wanted it to stop. It had to stop. You had to get away from it all. You had to-

“Y/N ? Are you ok ?”

Your brother's gentle voice made everything disappear. You felt yourself breathe again. But you knew it would only be temporary ; because seeing him worried would make you weak and anxious again.  You took a deep, shaky breath before turning to him. You tried to hide the tremble of your voice, and put on a fake smile. "It's okay... I... I have to go home. Thanks for today, it was fun!" You passed him in a hurry, still pale and scrapie.  

He sighed and bit his lip before summoning his courage. "What are you running from? You... you looked like you were fine, and then all of a sudden you're running away. " "Robby, please-" "What happened?" "Nothing, I-" "Did someone say something?" "No! I just-" "Did I say or do something wrong? Tell me!" "Then let me talk for god’s sake !" you clenched your fists then sighed. "You didn't do anything wrong, Robby. It's just that... I can't..." your voice cracked a little and you leaned your head back to hold back your tears. Bob's head tilted in concern and he stepped towards you. "Can't what? You can't do what?"

You didn't answer, shaking your head. You couldn't put into words the confusion you felt. You searched for words and began to pace back and forth. "Can't do what Y/N?" Robert insisted gently. "I... fuck... fuck." 

Your voice and your whole body were shaking. It was getting harder and harder to hold back the tears. How could you tell your brother that you envied him and hated that feeling ? How could you envy him for building his life, a life filled with healthy loved ones that were there for him? How could you hold a grudge when he was the one who got you out of your abusive relationship at the risk of his acceptance into the naval academy ?

He took another step towards you, reaching for your hand, but you stepped back. "Hey, come on, tell me-" "I can't get over it, okay?! I-I can't figure out how and why you managed to grow up and I'm stuck at 17! Why do I always feel like I'm in pieces, alone, like he 's still running my life, like he 's always there, over my shoulder, no matter what I do?" "Y/N... it wasn't your fault-"  "I know!!! I fucking know it wasn't my fault!!” you cut him, almost screaming, “I know he 's the one who did this to me, who pretended to love me, who beat the shit out of me and abused me every single day for months! I know all of that ! Then why am I still stuck there ? Why am I the one still struggling?! Why am I the one who feels like a complete failure ? Why can't I let it go?!" your bottom lip was trembling as tears rolled down your face. “Why can’t I just move on ? Why do I always hear dad saying ‘told you so’ or mom sighing every time I mess up ? Why don’t they ever want to talk about what happened but they urge me to just forget about it ?! Why don't they support me ? Why don’t you ?!” 

You gasped, trying to catch your breath, before you whimpered and cried like a baby. Bob stood still for a moment before pulling you into his arms and hugging you. He suspected that the events of your past were still haunting you, but not to this extent. And you felt that he didn't support you... he felt like shit. How could he neglect your feelings so much, how could he act the way he blamed your parents? He let you cry against him for a long moment, swallowing his discomfort. He was the one to blame, and he had to focus on you. "I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I... I didn't realize that my behavior was hurting you… I'm just worried, and I didn't show it the right way. I'm an idiot." "A big idiot," you mumbled, sniffling. "Yes, a big idiot. And I'd really like you to let me help you. We... We have contacts with some really good therapists for post-traumatic stress and stuff... I could give you their numbers?" You just nodded, your tears finally stopping.  "I'm sorry I yelled at you..." you mumbled. Bob smiled and pinched your side.  "Don't be, I deserved it. I’m sorry I tried to interfere between you and Hangman…" “He’s actually a sweet guy behind his smug facade, y'know ?” you smiled and chuckled to his falsely doubtful face and the little 'meh' he let out.

As promised, Bob put you in touch with the therapists he'd told you about, and negotiated a longer return period with your agency. You had a full month and a half more. You started to really work on the singles, and your sessions with the therapist were helping. You knew you'd have to keep seeing one when you got home.  But going wasn’t something you wanted to think about. As the days went by, you didn't want to leave San Diego. Your brother and the Dagger Squad were stationed here permanently, and you needed him in your life.

Him and Jake.

You always thought that the two of you were just a fling, that you or he would get tired of it and move on. But neither of you did. You spent more and more time with him, he'd crash at your Airbnb - uninvited - every now and then with a movie or dinner.  The more time you spent with him, the more you fell for him and you didn't want it to end as a one-night stand, you knew that much. 

As you got to dig beneath his proud, cocky, arrogant facade, you discovered a gentle man full of insecurities. He talked about his father, who was not exactly the ideal role model and the fact that he didn’t have the best of relations with him. He talked about his mama, and with the look he had in his eyes, you knew he worshiped the woman ; based on what he shared, you figured Mrs Seresin was more than strong and dedicated to her children. He told you about his sisters, both of them a couple of years older than him, and his nieces and nephews. He loved the munchkins - his terms, not yours - and you saw in his eyes how much he meant it. They were his whole world, but he’d never admit it.

You tried to take your time with him but he had a strange effect on you ; you found yourself opening up to him, faster than you thought.  You'd never told anyone about your abusive relationship - except Robert. And Jake had listened to you without judgment or interruption. He sat there, ready to absorb any information you wanted and were able to share.

So you were torn between your desire to get back to the recording studio in New York, to get back to work, and your desire to stay in the peaceful everyday life you'd created in just a few weeks. You had to go back. You had obligations to keep. Maybe after you fulfilled your part of the contract, you could negotiate and come back to San Diego? This thought was the only thing that kept you working hard. You succeeded in writing three more singles than the agreed two. You were quite pleased with yourself.

And sooner than you realized, you had to go back to New York.

Natasha, with the help of the rest of the team, had organized a little surprise going-away party at the Hard Deck. Penny was in on the secret and had given them the bar to themselves. You loved the surprise and the evening was unforgettable. Bradley had insisted on karaoke, and you dragged your twin along. Robert rolled his eyes, but played along. You had the time of your life and enjoyed every second of this last night with your new friends. They made you promise to call them whenever you could, to think of them and to come back as soon as possible. They took you home and spent a few more hours with you before letting you rest. But just when you thought everyone was gone, you found Jake on the couch, waiting for you. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you saw him there, his eyes anchored in yours. You detailed his face, as if to remember it after you'd left; his slightly wavy blond hair, those beautiful green eyes, his perfect jawline, his cocky smile. That damn smile that made you weak in the knees like a teenager. God, you hated that smile as much as you loved it.

"Enjoying the view?"

You didn't realize that he had stood up and was now so close to you. A deep blush spread across your cheeks and yet you couldn't take your eyes off him, your gaze locked with his. You bit your lip and grinned. "So what if I am, big boy?" you teased. He huffed, amused, and his hand slowly reached for yours, your knuckles brushing. His other hand reached for your cheek, his thumb stroking it tenderly. You leaned into his touch, feeling yourself melt under his gaze. He said nothing, his eyes never leaving you. "What?" you whispered, your heart beating a little faster. "That's how I want to remember you." "Like what? Tipsy and tired?" you laughed a little. "Na. Happy... relaxed... you look beautiful." Jake whispered back, his cheeks taking on a rosy hue. Your stomach fluttered and you found the courage to interlock his fingers with yours. "Sounds like I have you under my siren's spell, Lieutenant..." you teased, biting your lip. "You certainly do, ma'am," he whispered again, the gap between the two of you only a few inches. You felt your confidence slip from your fingers, your eyes on his lips.

"Kiss me..."

It's an almost inaudible beg that escaped you, and you didn't even have time to be embarrassed that you felt him on your lips. The kiss was sweet, tender. You squeezed his hand into yours, and his free one slid around your waist, holding you close. You wanted the kiss to last forever. With amazing ease, Jake lifted you against him, his hands going under your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He carried you into the bedroom, his lips exploring yours, your jaw, your neck and your collarbone. Your fingers brushed through his soft hair and soon you felt your back against the mattress.  Your clothes ended up chaotically thrown around the room as you undressed and kissed each other. The moon gave you just enough light to never lose sight of him. His eyes devoured you before his hands discovered your body. He asked you if you were okay every step of the way, and you never thought being asked for consent could be so arousing.

That night was the best sex you've ever had. It was slow and tender at first, and when you were both comfortable enough, it got rougher, in a good way.  You fell asleep curled up against him, rocked by his heartbeat.

The next morning you woke up alone in bed. Jake left a note on the nightstand, saying he had to go to work early. "Call me when you can, have a safe flight. PS: Gonna miss you. PPS: If anything happens to you on the flight, I'll hunt the pilot." You chuckled and tucked the post-it into your notebook. You quickly got ready and Robert took you to the airport.

The ride was rather quiet, neither of you wanting to be separated again. He helped you with your luggage and waited with you until you finally had to go. You hugged him tightly and thanked him for the past weeks. "Call me when you get there, okay? And don't forget to hydrate. And eat. And..." "Ok Dad," you joked with a smile, "I'll call you, don't worry. Love you, Robby." "I love you too. Be safe."

8 months.

You have been stuck in New York for 8 long months. You did a lot though. A new album, some concerts, some interviews and photo shoots. The 'scandals' in the press disappeared and the journalists finally focused more on your songs. You video called the Daggers as much as you could - almost every day - and texted a lot with your brother, reassuring him that you continued to see a therapist and that you were doing well under the stress. But the one you called and texted the most was Jake. Every day you had a sweet good morning text, and every night you had an equally sweet good night text.

You missed him.

You missed them all, of course. But Jake Seresin was under your skin. And as hard as it was to admit, you loved him. You couldn't wait to see him again. Of course, no one knew you were together. Natasha seemed to have doubts, and sometimes Bob was somewhat suspicious too but as long as they didn’t ask you didn’t say anything.

8 months of hard work and your agent agreed to let you go to San Diego as he made an arrangement between a recording studio and your label.  You told no one but Penny. You wanted to surprise the team. You had one last show to do in New York and then you would catch your flight to California. 

Before the concert, you called your brother, knowing that he would probably be at the Hard Deck with the others, since it was almost 7:00 p.m there. As soon as he answered, you could hear the team around him. "Wow, look at you Nemesis! You look great!" Natasha said, smiling broadly. You laughed and thanked her when you heard the other whistle and complimented you. "Not too stressed?" Bob asked as the others calmed down. "Well, it's the last show for at least six weeks. I’ll try to make it fun!" "Of course you will," said a voice you recognized immediately. "Hangman, you look good," you teased as you saw him appear on the screen. You noticed the slight blush on his cheeks as he spotted you in your dress and makeup. He didn't have time to reply that you had to go on stage.  "Ok bye guys, gotta go, love you!" you hung up and had time to see a text message on your phone : 'You better keep that dress'. You smiled. You may have fallen in love with Jake, but you also knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

The show went smoothly, and after a celebratory dinner with your team, you went back to your soon-to-be-outdated apartment. All your things were packed and ready to go. You couldn't wait to move to San Diego. Your flight was at 3 pm in New York and you were scheduled to land in California at 6 pm. Bless the time zone difference, if you were lucky, you could get to the Hard Deck before the team and wait for them.

But since nothing ever goes exactly according to plan, your flight was an hour late. That wasn't too bad, you could still surprise them, you just had to change the way. You contacted Penny and asked her if she could manage to distract them. She agreed and gave you permission to use the back door to be more discreet when you entered. Your excitement was through the roof, you felt like a child on Christmas Day.  By the time your cab reached the bar, your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn't believe you were finally there, finally where you felt at home. But you had to be reunited with those you considered family to feel completely at home. You almost ran to the back door of the bar, re-reading the instructions Penny had sent you: she'd distract the Daggers by asking them to bring back some heavy beer packs and other beverages, and you could hide discreetly by the pool table.

The perfect plan.

You did as she said, a smile forming on your lips as you heard your friends in the distance. You were stressed, but not in an anxious way, you just couldn't wait. You picked up a pool cue to keep your hands busy. When you finally heard them coming, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming ‘surprise!’. The first person to spot you was Mickey. His eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks, almost tripping Reuben, Natasha and Javy. They didn't have time to grumble before Mickey pointed at you, speechless. A small laugh escaped you as they froze in front of you, one after the other. Only Jake, Bradley and Robert were missing. Bradley and your twin were chatting, a little bit behind, and you soon heard Robert's voice.

"Are you guys okay? You look like you've seen a ghost..." His voice became almost inaudible at the end of his sentence, as he realized they were all staring at you. You smiled at them and tilted your head. "Are we playing, or are you afraid of losing?" you asked with a bit of a laugh. Natasha couldn't hold back her laughter and almost ran to hug you. "It's good to see you again, Mini Floyd."

The others came right after to greet you, hugging you and sometimes lifting you off the ground. You laughed, happy to see them again. Your twin was still frozen, not believing his eyes. You scooted up to him and pinched his cheeks. "Good evening Robby, did you-" You didn't even have time to finish your sentence before he pulled you into his arms. You smiled and hugged him as tightly as you could, small tears of joy escaping from both of you.  "It's good to see you," he finally said, "Missed your stupid face.” "Oh I know you did, you can't live without me dearest brother !" you chuckled. You caught up with everyone, admitting that you were on a break, but not telling them that you were here for good. You wanted everyone to be here to make that announcement but someone was missing.

You paid for your round of beers - and sparkling water for Bob - and went looking for Jake. Why wasn't he here?  Penny grinned as she noticed the look on your face. "Don't worry Y/N, he's just on the phone with his sister. One of his nephews' birthdays, I think." "Thanks Pen- Wait, what are you-" "I know everything dear, he talks too much for his own good if you ask the good questions." "How did you find out?" you whispered, making sure no one was listening. "Well, it wasn't really hard. Some of your interviews or shows have been aired," she pointed at the old TV, "and the calls you made ; he just had that look in his eyes. I can tell when a man is head over heels. He certainly is."

You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. Of course she'd guessed; Penny knew the squadron like her own children. She chuckled and handed you another beer. “Go surprise him.” You smiled and nodded, heading to the front door. Your heart fluttered when you finally heard Jake’s voice. It was hushed but you could feel his smile through his soft laughter. You waited for him to end his call, still hidden by the door. You bit back a chuckle when you heard him saying goodbye to the kids with a baby voice. It was ridiculously adorable.

“Hello stranger, does that pretty voice have a name ? ” 

He was a bit startled and turned to you hastily, not believing his ears. A surprised expression appeared on his face, but a flirtatious smile quickly took its place. "That's my line, baby." "Oh really? Supposed I forgot," You grinned proudly and took a step towards him, "Did ya miss me, big boy?" He grinned and grabbed your waist, sending a sweet shiver down your spine. "Not as much as you missed me." You rolled your eyes in amusement and set the beer you had brought him aside. You took a moment to just drown in his green eyes, the light of the sunset making them look surreal. How could he be so handsome ? 

He was quite speechless to have you here, it made you smile. Jake was always so talkative, it was strange to have him so quiet around you. "Cat got your tongue, Seresin?" He chuckled and stroked your cheek. "Why don't you check?" You smiled and finally kissed him. You had waited 8 months for this feeling and it was just so good. His soft lips against yours, his strong hands on your waist, fingers digging lightly into your flesh. You put your hands on his neck, parted your lips to let his tongue reach for yours. One of his hands slid up to cup your cheek and you leaned into his touch as the kiss ended.  "I have to admit, I missed that," he whispered with a grin, his forehead pressed gently against yours. You huffed and rolled your eyes, "Told you I had you under my spell." He laughed and kissed the nape of your neck, holding you close. You smiled and stroked his hair before stepping back.  "Let's join the team before ‘Tasha gets suspicious."

You took his hand and headed inside, eager to tell your friends the big news.

You missed the atmosphere of the Hard Deck. The soft songs from the jukebox, the always nice patrons, your favorite people at the pool table or playing darts... everything was so comforting. Your smile widened when you reached the Daggers, dragging Jake with you. "Look who I found outside," you teased, "good old Hangman.” "Ah, you should have let him out," Bradley sneered, sipping his beer. “Real funny Bradshaw, I know you already missed me.”

You let the two men fight like two children and when you noticed Natasha's eyes on your hand in Jake's, you blushed a little. She grinned and whispered something to Reuben. You could read a little 'damn it !' on his lips as he frowned. "Okay guys, Javy and I won! The bet is over!" "What? No!" Bradley was outraged. He grumbled and handed Natasha a bill.  "Wait a minute, what bet?" your twin asked. "Well, my dear Bob, it seems that our little Jake and your sister... are together." You blushed and wanted to hide, not knowing how your brother would react. Jake was already arguing with Javy, telling him he was a traitor for betting on it, since he had confided in him on the subject.

"Oh, I've known for a while," Robert said simply with a smile. "What?!" you huffed, letting go of your boyfriend's hand to face your twin. "What do you mean you knew?" "Well, for starters, Jake stayed with you the night before you went back to New York. And you hid the hickey he left on your neck badly. Then I got suspicious when every time we ended our video calls, he got one in the next two minutes; and he's not the most discreet when he's on the phone. But I knew it when he bought that really nice necklace and asked me, of all people, for advice. A week later you were wearing it. So yeah, I knew," he shrugged with a smile, laughing a little at your expression. "What? I just thought that neither of you were ready to tell anyone? But you seem happy so it's okay."

You were surprised. You didn't think he'd take it so well, but you weren't going to complain.

So the evening began with a secret revealed. You didn't hesitate to stay close to Jake, even ending up on his lap when the bar was full. You listened to their adventures from the last few months - at least what they were allowed to share.  It was good to be with them again, to find that comfort.  After Mickey bought his round, he turned to you. "Well, let's ask the burning question: how long are you staying?" "To tell you the truth... I'm not leaving. I'm moving into my little house 10 minutes from here tomorrow," you smiled. "And you didn't tell me?!" said Jake and Bob at the same time, making them blush under the laughter of the others. "I wanted to surprise you! I've got a new deal with my label, so I can stay here." "Cheers to that! To the definitive return of Y/N Nemesis Floyd," Bradley decreed, raising his beer.

You all laughed and toasted each other, happy with the news.

All was finally well.

You had finally found your place, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

[laracrofted]

happy birthdayyyyy may I please I request “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.” for my love Bob? (love me a good man going feral)

i also love a good man going feral, and since i know my audience (aka you, dear), i had to throw in a little whiny bob 🫡

warnings: minors dni, explicit sexual content (oral, sex), swearing, bob floyd in powder blue (deserves a warning), alcohol, not proofread. bob x fem!reader.

Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin get married on a warm Saturday evening at the end of April.

It is a beautiful service — all whites and creams and pastel blues – and very well-attended.

Every important Naval Admiral is here, even Admiral Simpson, who supposedly doesn’t even like Captain Mitchell. He lurks near the champagne all night, making eyes at the woman who came with him, a pretty young thing in a backless periwinkle dress.

And not a dry eye in the house when Maverick mentions Goose and Carole Bradshaw in the speech at the reception.

Goose would’ve owed Carole $100 tonight. He never thought I’d settle down, but Carole always had a sixth sense about me. She always knew. And I know Goose is looking down on us and thinking, damn, Pete, Penny Benjamin?

It is a moving speech about friendship and fate and the love that comes back you for a second, even third time against all odds.

You barely hear a word.

You should probably be more ashamed than you are.

But Robbie is in a beautiful powder blue suit that brings out the deep shade in his eyes, crinkled with laughter from a joke that Maverick cracked. He looks so damn handsome in the golden glow of the pink and orange sunset.

You’re so in love with him. You can hardly breathe.

Damn damn damn.

Out of the corner of his eye, Robbie catches you watching him. A dimple carves out in his cheek as Robbie bites down on an adorable smile.

He finds your hand under the table. Leans over to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, breath warm with champagne.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Champagne fizzes in your bloodstream, making you bold. You reach across him for another canapé and accidentally brush your whole chest against his arm.

“And what happens next, Robbie?”

He swallows hard, eyelids fluttering closed.

Luckily, Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin wanted a destination wedding and wanted the reception to be in the ball room on the second level of the hotel.

You probably couldn’t have last a whole drive back home. You barely make it back to the room.

“You look so beautiful. This dress…”

Robbie guides the zipper down, leaving a kiss along your spine with every pull, and helps you step out of the dress. He drapes the fabric over his arm and carefully puts it on a hanger in the closet to prevent any wrinkles. Sweet man.

His gaze sweeps over the pale blue lingerie and the matching heels, and Robbie drinks you in, gripping your chin with gentle fingers and pulling you in for a kiss that leaves you wanting more, so much more.

“Get on the bed.”

You do.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, exposing his forearms. You sigh.

He has great forearms.

You reach down to unbuckle the heels, but Robbie stills your palm. He lifts your hand and kisses along your knuckles, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I like them. Leave them on.”

Fully clothed, Robbie kneels down in those nice slacks and pulls you to the edge of the mattress, lifting your legs over his shoulders and sighing against you.

His next kiss is pressed to the damp spot in the lace, now a dark blue under his attention. His tongue dips underneath the side of the fabric and licks at the seam of you, and Robbie moans.

"God... Taste so good."

You come three times on his eager tongue before Robbie turns you loose, mouth shining with you.

You sink down on him in one move, soaking wet now, and Robbie whines, unconsciously canting his hips into you, pushing even deeper. You'll never forget that beautiful sound.

He comes with a broken whine too.

[intricatechaosofyou]

WHEN IT GETS TOO LOUD

Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: when the Hard Deck gets too loud, Bob and (y/n) escape down to the beach

Warnings: none

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It had gotten too loud in the Hard Deck.

After a hard week instructing at Top Gun, everyone was celebrating with a well earned beer. Everyone except Bob. This was never his type of scene but he’d endure it for his friends.

“Having fun, Robby?” A voice questioned from beside him, the nickname rolling smoothly off their tongue.

Turning his head he was met with (y/n) smiling sweetly at him. A fellow WSO, they flew with Halo, her second pair of eyes and ears in the sky.

“Y- yeah. A lot of fun,” he lied, trying to keep his voice even.

They hummed in response before turning to look at the rowdy crowd, singing along to the jukebox. “Too bad.”

“What?”

“Too bad,” (y/n) repeated. “If you weren’t, I’d have suggested we could go get some fresh air but since you’re having so much fun…”

With a sly grin, they turned as if you were going to leave.

“Wait!” Bob exclaimed. “Some fresh air…some fresh air sounds nice.”

“Let’s go then.”

It had gotten too loud in the Hard Deck. No one noticed the pair slipping out into the night.

“Up for a midnight stroll, Robby?” (y/n) asked, already pulling their shoes off.

Wordlessly, Bob pulled his shoes off as well. A silent answer to the question, a stark contrast to the noise coming from the bar behind them.

As the pair walked down towards the beach, the back of their hands brushing against each other’s. Just when Bob had worked up the confidence to slip his hand around (y/n)’s, they whipped around to face the Hard Deck.

“I love this song,” they mumbled, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

It was then that Bob noticed the song in the Hard Deck changed to a slower one. The jukebox was cranked up loud enough to be heard from where they were. The lyrics were muffled but he could still hear the soft melody echoing about the beach.

Dropping his shoes into the sand, he extended his hand. “Wanna dance?”

With a small smile, (y/n) nodded.

The two stepped closer to each other until Bob’s hands were resting tentatively on (y/n)’s waist, and their hands had found their way to his shoulders.

It was nice. Swaying slowly to the beat of the music and the waves crashing on the shore, simply simply each other’s company, both glad their blush was covered by the darkness of the night.

The two danced long after the song changed, hanging onto each other and whispering secrets as if they were the only two who existed. (y/n)’s hands found their way into the hair at the back of his neck and his found the small of their back.

When it had gotten too loud in the Hard Deck, the beach and (y/n) became Bob’s sanctuary.

And when it got too quiet in the Hard Deck, after Penny had called last rounds and the rowdy aviators had left, Bob realized that maybe he had a reason to like the loud after all.

[lazypeachsoul]

Housewarming

Summary: A housewarming party that turns a bit warmer that one might expect.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader (no Y/N mention)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), a slight embarrassing situation. can't promise it's good smut because it's my first time writing it, but enjoy.

masterlist ; requests are open

Too busy arranging some sliders on a plate you ignored the company you now had in the kitchen. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wind themselves around your waist that you realized sweet Robert had found his way to you.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“Because I’ve been busy being a good host.” You shrugged, trying the perfect position for the appetizer. “And you were too busy talking about the best film. And best book. Oh, don’t forget the best record.”

You both laughed thinking about the amount of debates that had taken place during the party. Most of them with Jake and Phoenix as main debaters and Maverick or Penny as the moderator. It was chaotic, and borderline stupid that those topics seemed to rile your friends so much. But you knew Bob wouldn’t change his found family for all the money in the world, and you couldn’t be happier to consider them family too. 

“I didn’t even have to talk, Phoenix has enough strong arguments to destroy Jake.” He joked while moving his hand from your waist to the sliders, trying to snatch one before you before you slapped his hand away.

“Those are for the guests! I’m trying to make them look pretty.”

“I can’t believe I’m not allowed to eat in my own house, that’s a sacrilege.” He huffed, trying again to reach for the plate. “You wouldn’t let me go hungry, right sunshine?”

His sweet voice against your ear was almost enough to let your guard down. Almost. 

“I wouldn’t let you go hungry, Robby, of course not. But the guests get first dibs, it’s part of being good hosts.” 

“Sunshine, they are friends. Do you really think they would notice if a plate was missing something? We spend months living on carriers, whatever you give us is gourmet.” He argued, squeezing his arms around you softly before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “But I do like this new side of you. You look beautiful, fleeting around our house and playing the perfect host.” 

You felt heat rise from your belly at his words. Or maybe it was because his lips kept pressing closer and closer to that spot under your ear that made your knees buckle. He was playing a dangerous game, knowing the living room was full of people who were probably close to realizing that you weren’t with them. But the move had been stressful and it didn’t allow for much time together, which made you almost wish you didn’t have to move. 

“Our house does sound incredible.” You mumbled trying to move your neck away from his lips like the rational part of your brain screamed. “Robby, stop. Our friends are here.” You bit your lip when you felt one of his hands move towards your hip and grab it. “Your boss is here.”

“You can’t call me that and expect me to stop, sunshine. You know what it does to me.” You did, of course you did. But the irrational part of your brain didn’t want the moment to end. “And our friends are fine, Phoenix has enough in her for another debate.” He spoke against the shell of your ear before pulling your back against him. “I just want some time with you.”

“Later.” You tried to reason but it sounded weak even to you. He pressed you closed against him, making it very clear that waiting until later wasn’t in his plans. “Not here, everyone can see…”

And for a moment you thought you had managed to convince him to stop fooling around until you were alone again. But that thought quickly disappeared when you saw his hand move towards the counter to knock the sleeve of crackers you had set aside for the charcuterie board. 

“Robert Floyd! Don’t play with the food.” You tried to scold him but the entire situation was too funny to even sound serious.

“Oops, how clumsy of me.” And the same way you couldn’t hide your amusement, he couldn’t hide the audaciousness behind his movement. He moved away from you but before you could start missing his body heat he returned to his position with the fallen crackers in hand. “These are too broken, my love. You know what?” He left the snacks on the counter before he held your hand and started pulling you towards the door left of  “We should go to the walk-in pantry that you wanted so bad when we were looking for a house.” 

You could only giggle at the implication of his words and suddenly the charcuterie board became the most unimportant thing. As soon as you stopped fighting his pulls and looked to the entry of the kitchen, making sure nobody was looking for you two, Bob knew he had won this battle and a bright smile took over his face. 

“And we need to go together?” You asked sarcastically, knowing there was no fighting it anymore. 

“Of course, what if you go lost in this big new house?”

Bob gave a final strong pull to get you inside the pantry, wrapping his arms around you before closing the door with his foot. You turned around ready to deliver the next sarcastic answer but were quickly shut up by Bob’s lips pressing against yours. A clumsy kiss that only fueled your need for it, your need for Bob. “God, I love you so much.” He mumbled when you broke the kiss for air, but remained close enough to feel his breath against your lips. “I need to thank you for organizing the party.” 

You hummed against Bob’s lips, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible in the limited space of the pantry. “And how exactly are you going to thank me?” 

You fully expected him to tell you everything he was going to do to you that night when you were alone again. To take this small moment to rile you up and tease you, leave you wanting more during the rest of the party. What you hadn’t taken into account is that your time with Bob had been very limited the last week, with grueling air training and never ending work. And he wasn’t willing to just stop after a kiss. His hands moved from their place on your waist, wrapping around you before lifting you from the ground and sitting you on the step stool that stood to the side. 

“You are going to sit there looking pretty.” He held your face with his big hands before kissing your lips softly, murmuring a sweet ‘as always’. “And I am going to enjoy myself between your thighs. It’s a win-win if you think about it.” 

He kneeled before you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and squeezing them softly. At that moment you were thankful you found a boyfriend as incredible as him, thankful that you chose a comfortable dress… hell, you were even thankful that you saw the idea for the step stool on pinterest. 

“Robbie.” You spoke breathily, anticipation getting the best of you. “Our friends-”

But your boyfriend stopped you before you could finish your sentence with a simple movement of his hands that were now parting your thighs. Taking the glasses off his face he folded them and threading them through the cleavage of your dress with an amount of precision that should be scary. 

“You hold onto them and try not to get us caught.”

You could feel the blood pumping through your veins when his rough fingers inched towards your dampening panties. Gasping when you felt the fabric shift and the air hit your heated skin. Or maybe it was the feeling of Bob’s face so close to your wet pussy that was making you gasp. “Robb-” “We have to make this quick, but I promise this is just a taste for tonight.”

You felt a soft kiss against your mouth, a gesture that Bob always had before he made you see stars. The first stroke of his tongue was always the sweetest, always accompanied by a groan from him and a need to brace yourself. You tried to hold onto the step stool when his tongue ran through your folds again but it wasn’t enough.

With every lick you tried your best to control your volume but it was difficult when the pleasure was only growing. You felt your body getting hotter and time seemed to stop. Looking down between your legs, seeing Bob looking back at you with glazed eyes while he sucked your clit only made you throw your head back in pleasure. Your mouth opened slightly, ready to let free the moan that was growing in your chest when the sucking stopped. “Don’t.” 

Inside your muddled brain you realized the precarious position you were in and clamped your mouth, deciding to instead bite your lip. “That’s it baby, we wouldn’t want to get caught when I’ve just started.” His voice was sickly sweet and you could see the lust in his darkened eyes.

Bob’s fingers made their way between your thighs parting your folds and making you whine when you felt his tongue circle your entrance. “So good…” You breathed and you swore you could feel his smile against your pussy. The hand that was still holding you leg open lifted it until it rested on Bob’s shoulder, allowing him to be closer to you and forcing you to thread your fingers in his blonde hair. 

Every lick felt electric in your body, every time he dipped the tip into your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit making the pressure in your lower stomach grow. You hadn’t realized how wound up you had been after all the work until you were spread in your pantry fighting to keep quiet. Your toes were scrunching inside your socks, breath now coming in pants and you tried your best to buckle your hips without falling. 

“That’s it, baby. I know you are close.” He whispered looking at you with glazed eyes and circling your clit with his thumb. “Cum for me, let go.” He moved his mouth back against your clit and with a harsh suck you felt the overwhelming pressure explode. Muscles seizing, hands holding harder against Bob’s hair and your hand falling between your shoulders trying to control the waves of pleasure rolling through you. “Attagirl.” 

And even with your blissed out brain you could hear the grin in his voice. He placed a wet kiss against the inside of your thigh before lowering it from his shoulder. Looking back at him you pushed yourself to move forward, lowering your hand from his hair to the neck of his t-shirt and pulling him into you for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you whine. 

“That was a hell of a thank you, flyboy.” You whispered, goosebumps covering your skin from the adrenaline and endorphins.

“It was my pleasure.” You wanted to keep kissing him but a noise on the other side of the door made both of you freeze. In a great effort you both raised from your places and straightened your clothes the best you could without a mirror.

“Bob? Are you here?” The voice spoke from the other side of the room and you recognized it was Phoenix who had ventured into the kitchen. 

You looked at Bob in a panic, wanting to push him out the door but knowing out of the two, trying to explain the messy hair and the bulge in his trousers would be complicated. You took a deep breath and tried to fix your hair again before stepping out the pantry and quickly closing the door behind you. 

“Hi Nat, anything you need?” You tried to sound inconspicuous but by the look on her face you knew she was suspicious.

“I realized both hosts had disappeared, so I was looking for Bob expecting him to be with you.” She leaned against the kitchen island and you leaned against the door of the pantry to mirror her demeanor. “Need me to help you with anything?” She spoke while pointing to the forgotten charcuterie board. 

“Oh, thank you for offering Nat but I just need the crackers and it’s done.” You shook your head. “That’s what I needed from the pantry.”

She raised an eyebrow and your heartbeat quickened. Natasha had become your best friend in the time she had been Bob’s pilot. And that position as your best friend meant she could read you like an open book. If she was looking at you like that, she knew something. 

“And you needed Bob’s glasses to look for the crackers?” Shit, his glasses were still hanging from the front of your dress. “And where are the crackers?”

You wanted the word to swallow you whole, but instead you felt the door of the pantry give slightly and a hand snaked from behind shyly. You quickly took the glasses and placed them on Bob’s hand, feeling yourself drown in embarrassment. The hand moved inside again and came out for a second time with the new sleeve of crackers. Idiot. You quickly took them and looked back at Nat who, after the entire interaction, looked to be holding back a huge laugh. 

“Looking for crackers, huh?” She spoke before she burst out, losing her battle against the laugh.

You cleared your throat, trying to swallow your embarrassment before moving back to the counter with the crackers to finish what had been so rudely interrupted. 

“Honestly, good for you.” You tried to hold a smile while arranging the plate but her words were making the best out of the awkward situation. “I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him to do something like that.” 

Both of you burst into laughter, a laughter that was only interrupted when you heard a door close with a bang. Turning you could see Bob standing outside of the pantry, glasses now on and hair still a bit messy. “You know I can hear you, right?” His cheeks were rosy, not sure if it was because of the embarrassment or the comments of his friend. 

You started laughing again, this time not even your boyfriend could hold it in. Thank goodness it had been Natasha walking in on you two and turned the awkwardness into good fun. Another person joined you in the kitchen when they heard the laugh coming from the kitchen. 

“Is this another party I have not been invited to? What is so funny?” Hangman spoke and it only made the three of you laugh harder.

[3tabbiesandalab]

Sweet Home Alabama

Here’s another Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader fic

It’s loosely based (and I mean loosely) on the movie Sweet Home Alabama and the fictional town Pidgeon Creek. It has plenty of movie quotes for those who have seen it.

Now I know everyone has lots of ideas of where every one is from. But lets just pretend for this fic to make any sense that Maverick, Penny, Hangman, Coyote, Bob and reader were either born or live/or have lived in this fictional Alabama town at some point okay?! This town also happens to be great at growing naval aviators. That’s just the way it is! And they all don’t have accents for whatever reason. (Remember I’m an Aussie so my southern accent writing skills aren’t amazing!) 

Thank you to @coyotesamachado for the encouragement. I hope you enjoy it!

Trigger warnings - miscarriage and minor character death. All my love to those who have experienced loss.

……..

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The screen door rattled with a loud persistent knock. YFN was quite relaxed in her bubble bath after an early shift at the hospital. But whoever was at the door, didn’t sound like they were going away anytime soon. She groaned as she got out and wrapped a towel around her dripping body.

Screw it.

Seeing as they were so determined to keep banging the door, she might as well embarrass the hell out them for interrupting her.

It was probably just Penny, or it could even be her friends Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin or Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado. She had heard that some of the famous Pidgeon Creek navy boys were back. Of the small number of people YFN knew who had actually managed to get out of the tiny little Alabama town, they had a bit of a habit of becoming naval aviators like the local hero Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Alright I’m comin’. Don’t get your panties in a twist!” YFN called out to whoever was responsible for the incessant noise.

She ripped open the door with a smirk “This better be good, I was just havin’ a lovely bubble…”

The words died in her mouth. Stood on the porch was the last person YFN ever expected to see. Her ex – but not really ex, since they were technically still married - husband.

Robby. Or Lieutenant Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd as he was known now.

It had been almost seven years since he’d last been in town.

YFN sucked in a breath at the sight of him. He was still the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on, now even more so.

They’d grown up together as kids and had been inseparable. YFN had been in love with Bob as long as she could remember, he was even her first kiss at ten years old. He’d been her first everything, and she’d been his.

The boy she’d married at eighteen years old was still there, under the more muscular body and aged features. Bob’s cherub face, the errant curls in his hair he could never tame, and the most beautiful blue eyes behind the same vintage wire framed glasses. Those eyes held the same sad look he’d had the day she’d sent him away.

That look quickly morphed into surprise as he took in her state of undress.

“YFN! What are you doing? What if I’d been some pervert or something?” he cried out.

Bob’s southern accent was barely there, which wasn’t at all surprising since he had only returned to their hometown once after leaving for college and then the navy. It didn’t matter though as soon as she heard her name from his lips again her heart and body ached. This felt like torture.

“Well I spose I made their job easier for them, didn’t I?” YFN joked, slipping into her default sarcasm to hide her own shock. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her necklace. The one that had her wedding ring on it. As she opened the door fully for him, she didn’t know if she hallucinated the light blush that spread across Bob’s cheeks and down his neck and that his eyes ran up and down her body.

“Are you going to put some clothes on?” he said as he looked flustered. Bob stepped inside; his eyes now firmly fixed on the ground.

“It’s your fault I’m half naked. I got outta my bath ‘cause it sounded like you were gonna break the door down. Besides it ain’t nothin’ you haven’t seen ‘fore.” YFN quipped nervously as Bob moved past her, his body not far from her own.

YFN closed her eyes and took a deep steading breath in through her nose. He still smelled of sandalwood and vanilla and something that was uniquely him. The t-shirts he’d left behind spritzed with an old bottle of his cologne that she often slept with when she was lonely, were a poor substitute for the real thing.

She let out the breath slowly and opened her eyes to find Bob’s blue ones fixed on her. YFN was sure he noticed her breathing him in and she flushed at being caught. He might have noticed her necklace too, but he didn’t say anything, just stared at her curiously like she was a puzzle to be solved. But his eyes held something else there too, something more intense.

“Umm. I’ll just go…” YFN said nervously. “Make yourself at home, not a lot has changed in it since...” she couldn’t finish her sentence and she quickly made her way down the hall.

YFN closed the door of the bedroom door behind her, the bedroom that they once shared. Her heart was beating out of control. “Fuck.” she whispered to herself as she brought a shaky hand over her chest and tried to calm herself. She was not prepared to see Bob again, not prepared for the feelings he stirred up inside her.

Pain, guilt, anxiety, and love coursed through her, and she fingered the necklace that had her wedding band on it.

She always knew deep down she wasn’t good enough for Bob, when they were growing up most people would say so. They were complete opposites but had always been like two peas in a pod. Bob was quiet but so sweet, smart, and talented and he had dreams of being a naval aviator and was accepted into college out of state. Even though he was shy, he charmed everyone who ever met him.

And YFN was loud and crazy and sarcastic, with nothing that remarkable about her. She was just the troublemaker who worked part-time at the dixie stop after school and had a passion for painting but no offers for college.

Right after their senior year she got pregnant, and Bob married her despite his parent’s objections. The gossips whispered that YFN had trapped him, but she ignored them as best she could, and they made plans for her to follow him to college so he could chase his dreams.

It would have been tough, but they were so in love and sure they could make it all work. But then her mamma got sick and was all alone as YFN’s daddy had left when she was younger. YFN made the decision to stay behind and nurse her mamma and her kind and loving Bob was prepared to give up on college and stay with her. But YFN was determined to make sure he could live out his chosen path, so made him go.

Her mamma was sicker than anyone realised, and she died shortly after and YFN miscarried their baby the day before the funeral. Her grief over the losses was enormous and on top of that her mamma had no life insurance, so YFN was saddled with her parent’s debt. Bob came home with the intention of dropping out, but he was too smart, too talented, too special to be stuck with her in their little town.

His parents were adamantly against it and even though she didn’t like them, YFN agreed. There was no way she was going to let him give up on his dreams for her and so she broke up with him and said the most awful things she could think of to push him away and get him to leave.

And she was still haunted by them today.

She burst into tears as she allowed herself to remember it. That time had been the darkest, hardest part of her life – she had lost their baby, become an orphan and was deep in debt at eighteen. YFN had been desperate for Bob’s love and support, but he had so much going for him and she couldn’t be selfish and ruin his life too. So she shut him out, determined to make sure he fulfilled his potential.

And he did. Bob graduated college and got accepted into the naval academy and although he was young, he quickly become a successful and highly sort after WSO. YFN had always kept tabs on Bob over the years and she was so incredibly proud of him.

And was still very much in love with him.

After the worst of the grief had subsided, she tried to call him, but she would chicken out and hang up before Bob even answered the phone. She thought it’d be easier to write letters to apologise, but she never sent them. YFN had found the courage to visit Bob at college once to try and explain, but he looked happy and carefree there and she couldn’t bear to ruin that for him. So she left without a word.

She had selfishly wanted to share in his happiness so with a little help from Penny, YFN managed to secretly watch Bob’s college and naval academy graduations, but she couldn’t approach him with his parents around. Although she missed him and regretted letting him go every day, she was content in knowing he’d achieved his dreams.

YFN worked on her own goals as well. The miscarriage and nursing her mamma influenced her future and she trained to be a nurse and a midwife. She became successful with her painting, a lot of her work sold, and it helped pay off her debts. She did it for herself, but there was a part of her that hoped if she deserved Bob enough, that maybe fate would bring them back together one day.

And here he was, seven years later. Probably not for the reason she wanted though.

……..

Bob tried to calm his breathing while he paced around the living room of his former home. YFN was just as beautiful as he remembered, even more so. He had no idea that she could make him feel this way after all this time. He had loved her ever since he was old enough to know what love was.

And now he’s really not sure he ever stopped.

“What do you wanna marry me for anyhow?”

“So I can kiss you anytime I want.”

Their special vow.

Bob used to dream about hearing it, even if it was just one more time.

But that ship had sailed long ago. Their world had been turned upside down when she’d lost her mamma and then their baby. And then YFN had made it clear that she didn’t want anything from him, and it had broken his heart.

Bob was so angry and hurt but he respected her wishes and never contacted her and focused as best he could on college and the naval academy. It had felt selfish at times, to fulfill his dreams and leave her behind. He ached for years to reach out to her, but he could be a stubborn southern boy when he wanted to be, and he would remind himself that she was the one who pushed him away.

His parents moved out of Pidgeon Creek not too long after he did, so apart from YFN, there was little else there for him. And she didn’t want him, so he never looked back and took the longest deployments that were the furthest away, to try and forget her.

But Bob never could forget her. He’d be reminded of YFN in both the big and little moments. He’d eventually taken his wedding ring off, but he took it everywhere he went, and would occasionally slip it on when he thought about her.

He didn’t know what she was to him or how he felt about her anymore. Bob just knew that YFN didn’t want him though, she’d made that clear all those years ago.

YFN walked into the room breaking him from his thoughts. Bob turned to face her, and she looked as if she’d been crying, and his heart ached. He had always hated seeing her upset.

“Have… have you been crying?” he asked concerned.

“I stubbed my toe. I’m fine an’ dandy.” she said unconvincingly. She was lying.

“Why are you even here Bob?” YFN puffed up her chest and huffed at him.

God she could be pig-headed.

Bob set his jaw; he was a little hurt at her obstinance. Fine then. If she wanted him to get straight to it, he would.

“I was in an accident a while back and the hospital…”

“The hospital? Are you… are you hurt?” YFN cut him off and he watched her anxiously scan his body for injuries.

When they were younger, she always worried about him, looked after him if he was sick or patched him up if he got injured.

His jaw relaxed and he gave her a small reassuring smile “I’m ok, I promise.” And she looked relieved.

“It’s just… after the accident the navy reviewed my records and ah questioned why my wife wasn’t my next of kin.” he said softly.

“Oh.” she uttered as she stared at him with a look he couldn’t decipher. But she shook her head and quickly masked her emotions.

He had to do this. Bob took a deep breath and offered her the divorce papers he’d been holding “Yeah. It’s umm been so long, and we never did… We never fixed up any official paperwork. But the navy needs it sorted. So maybe it’s time we…”

He tried to but couldn’t gage her reaction. YFN’s eyes bore into his before she looked down and stared at his outstretched hand holding the papers.

When she didn’t react for a long while, Bob gently prompted her “YFN. Did you hear me?”

Her head snapped up. “Honey just ‘cause I talk slow, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” she spat angrily and snatched the papers off him.

“I didn’t mean…”

YFN waved him off as she interrupted him “It’s fine. I guess it just slipped your mind since you don’t think ‘bout me anymore. You’re probably with someone by now…” she trailed off.

She was wrong on both counts. Bob thought about her and there was no one else, but he didn’t correct her.

“Oh.” she reacted quietly to his silence. “Makes sense. Nobody finds their soulmate when they’re ten years old.” she practically whispered.

They both thought they had back then. Guess they were wrong.

……..

YFN turned away from Bob and put the papers on the table. He didn’t want her; he was with someone else, and he’d only come back to town to divorce her. Tears pricked at her eyes, her chest ached, and she felt like she was suffocating.

She had to make sure he didn’t know how heartbroken she was.

So YFN did what Bob asked and signed them with a trembling hand.

She had to get out of here.

“Oh shoot. Will you look at the time. I’ve signed your damn papers. Now I gotta go. I’ve got a date.” she lied in a shaky voice. She tried to hide the tears that now fell freely from her eyes as she ran to the front door.

“YFN wait!” Bob called out, but she ignored him and quickly got in her car and fled.

……..

YFN drove around for ages while she sobbed, and she finally stopped at Penny’s bar when her tears had dried up.

She made her way through the crowd of locals and headed straight to the bar to get a drink. Penny took in her state and sighed at her sadly “Honey. I’m so sorry.”

“You knew he was back and didn’t tell me?” YFN whispered as she downed the glass of whiskey Penny gave her in one hit.

“Blame me. I should have told you.” she heard a male voice to her right and turned to find Maverick looking at her with a sombre smile.

“Mav. You’re back. I didn’t even realise y’all knew where he was stationed.” YFN said simply as she hugged him tightly and downed a second glass of booze.

He gave her a small smile “All the Pidgeon Creek boys somehow ended up on the same mission together. First time I’ve worked with him. It was a tough one. But I should’ve warned you, I’m sorry.”

A loud shout from by the pool table caught YFN’s attention and she saw her friends Jake and Javy with a couple of others she didn’t recognise. “Hey Coyote. Are you hungry?” Jake called out.

“Sure am Hangman.” replied Javy, a smirk on his face.

YFN smiled and she was immediately squashed between Jake and Javy. “I sure could use a YFN sandwich!” they hollered.

She laughed a little and ducked out of the middle of the men, “Javy. Jake. I love you both and I missed you. But I’m not inna mood for a YFN sandwich or a YFN taco or a YFN corndog either.”

She sighed and gave them a sad smile “You coulda told me he was back.”

“We’re sorry darlin’. The last detachment was the first time we’d seen him in a long time too. We had no idea he was comin’ home until he was on the transfer with us.” Jake said apologetically.

He took in her sombre appearance and embraced her again “You’ve been cryin’.” he said.

“So you didn’t know he came to get a divorce?” she said quietly as she wiped her face.

“What?! We didn’t I swear it. I’m so sorry. We thought he might still lo…”

“Leave it Coyote.” Jake warned as he interrupted Javy.

“He said he met someone. All I’ve ever wanted was for him to be happy, so I signed the papers. Then I panicked. I said I had a date and walked out on him. Jake honey, I need you to pretend we’re together or somethin’. He knows Javy’s married so that won’t work.” she pleaded.

Jake and Javy looked at each other, confused at her words.

The other two people, that YFN didn’t recognise, approached them. One was a gorgeous, petite, brunette woman, and the other was a good looking tall, tanned man with an impressive 80’s moustache.

The man looked both concerned and amused and said, “I don’t think that idea’s going to work.”

YFN looked at him sceptically “And why’s that?”

“Because Hangman has a boyfriend.” Javy grinned.

“Oh my god. You do?!” she squealed. She was happy to hear some good news.

Jake smiled “Yeah it’s kinda new.” he said shyly as he looked at the man beside him. YFN had never seen Jake look so coy about a relationship and it made her smile.

“I’m the boyfriend. Rooster or Bradley if you’d prefer my real name.” he said extending his hand to shake. YFN just engulfed him in a big hug.

“Happy to meet you sugar! Rooster… Bradley… why do they sound familiar? Wait Mav’s talked ‘bout you ‘fore I think.” YFN mused.

Bradley smiled “It’s good to meet you too. Yeah, he’s sort of like my uncle, I guess. You breed a lot of aviators in this little town of yours.”

YFN laughed “That we do. No there’s somethin’ else ‘bout you. Holy shit Jake! This is the pilot you’ve carryin’ on ‘bout? The one who’s ruffled your feathers all these years?” she exclaimed.

Javy doubled over in laughter. Bradley raised an eyebrow at Jake “Aww Hangman, you been sweet on me for that long baby?” he teased.

“Sweet on you as in I wanted to rip that dumb stash of your face until recently? Then yes, yes I was.” Jake joked and YFN looked at the woman beside them who laughed.

“The G-forces made ‘em lose all their manners. I’m guessin’ you’re a pilot too. I’m YFN.” she chastised the boys and hugged her.

“I’m Phoenix but you can call me Tash. I’m Bob’s pilot. I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t know what that idiot had planned when he wanted to come down here.” she said warily.

YFN sighed “Don’t you be sorry. Not your worry honey. He’s got someone now, so I can’t really blame him for wanted to get things sorted. But I kinda need to blow off some steam so how ‘bout we get drunk and show these morons a thing or two ‘bout pool?”

Penny must have read her mind because she and Maverick brought over trays of beers and whiskeys. “You know they could use a good laugh after our mission. How ‘bout you tell them the story of how you blew up the bank at ten years old.” chuckled Maverick.

“Ten years old. Jesus. How did you manage that?” laughed Phoenix.

Coyote grinned and said “She strapped dynamite to Fuzz the cat and he wandered into it.”

The group laughed and YFN smiled “I had help. Pidgeon Creek’s resident WSO lit the fuse.” And she downed her whiskey in one go.

“Bob?! Our sweet and innocent Bobby boy actually did something illegal. That’s quite a story.” Rooster proclaimed.

“He was quite a boy. I used to get ‘im into all sorts when we were kids. His folks kinda hated me.” YFN laughed.

“But you’d take the blame for me every time. Wouldn’t you darlin’?”

They all turned to see Bob stumble slightly towards them. He looked a little upset and pretty drunk, and that had made his accent return in full force.

“I didn’t think Bob drank?” Bradley mused quietly.

“He doesn’t often.” Javy sighed as he lined up to take a shot on the pool table.

Bob didn’t drink much even back when they were younger, but when he did, the quiet, shy boy usually disappeared. He could be funny and stupid and a bit bitchy and until YFN reeled him back in before he got carried away.

Jake wrapped an arm around YFN protectively and whispered into her ear “You good sugar?” and she nodded slightly and shot another glass of whiskey.

“You hittin’ on my wife Hangman? Won’t Rooster get a little jealous?” Bob taunted.

She felt pretty loose from the drinks she’d had. “Thought you were keen to drop the wife part Robby.” she quipped using her name for him from when they were younger.

Bob looked surprised at the name or the dressing down and backed off sheepishly “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

YFN sighed, even though he could be sarcastic when he was drunk, he was still sweet and apologised if he went too far. And even though she was heartbroken right now, she couldn’t be angry with him.

“Hey. Robby look at me.” YFN said quietly, and he met her eyes with his sad ones.

“It’s ok. I shouldn’t have said that. You ah… you had to do what was right for you. And Mav said the last detachment you did together was a tough one. So let’s all play some pool like we used to as umm friends. Have some fun yeah?” she offered.

“Yeah c’mon baby grab a stick and join us. If you have trouble findin’ one, just use the one that’s shoved up your ass right now.” Jake needled.

That broke the tension and the whole group including Bob burst into laughter.

……..

Bob sat back and watched his friends play pool as he nursed a beer in one hand and a pool cue in the other. He’d slowed down with the drinking since he was already pretty drunk off the whiskey he’d found at YFN’s house, before he showed up to the bar.

He tried to have fun, he’d laugh along with the others and occasionally say something back. But he was still in shock. He was a little floored that YFN signed the divorce papers as soon as he gave them to her. Bob thought maybe there might have been the smallest chance that even after all these years she would refuse to, she used to be stubborn as a mule after all.

He knew he’d been the one to bring it up, the one who asked the question. So Bob guessed he got what he wanted.

He didn’t feel like he got what he wanted. He felt the absolute opposite of that. He was gutted.

And YFN just acted like everything was fine and chose to be so understanding about the whole thing.

Hangman and Rooster sat down either side of him.

“Well Bobby. We love you but I think you might have fucked this up.” Rooster said simply.

“Yeah, what were you thinkin’ baby? Just rockin’ up with divorce papers? I thought you were sposed to be smart. And you ain’t gotta girl. For someone who’s been hangin’ on to somethin’ so long, you’re pretty fast to let it go.” Hangman shook his head as he quizzed him.

Bob sighed deeply he had no idea why he’d done it like that. He hadn’t planned to ask YFN straight up. She had looked surprised to see him but there was something else he couldn’t quite place. He was observant and he was sure that she had breathed him in, and she’d quickly hidden her necklace for some reason. But YFN had just deflected it all in the stubborn way she used always did.  

Part of him was still angry at her after all this time and he also was annoyed because he could tell she was hiding something. And his brain wasn’t working all that well after seeing her in a towel, she was still so beautiful. So he’d just come out said it and then couldn’t take it back. It was pretty obvious she was upset, and he was pretty sure she had cried but YFN just signed them.

Just like that. And now they burned a hole in his back pocket.

“I don’t know… She was… She thought I did, and I never said I didn’t… Don’t know why… I never thought… Fuck maybe I hoped she’d never sign ‘em.” Bob stuttered out as he watched YFN laugh at something Phoenix said.

“I wasn’t sure if I loved her anymore. But maybe I… Shit. It doesn’t matter. YFN didn’t want me back then and she doesn’t want me now.” he finished dejectedly and skulled the rest of his beer and dropped his head. Screw slowing down.

“YFN Floyd! It’s your turn.” Coyote drunkenly called out and Bob’s head snapped up and he dropped the stick he was holding on the floor in shock.

“For fuck sakes Coyote.” Hangman grunted at the man.

YFN bent down and picked the pool cue up, she was pretty tipsy. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t pick up after my husband. Well not anymore I guess, sweet boy.” she said laughed and tried to make light of Coyote’s slip up.

“Floyd? You kept my last name.” Bob whispered wistfully at that and her calling him ‘sweet boy’ again.

“Yeah, I did. Sorry. I guess that’ll be a problem now with your new girl. I promise I’ll change it.” she sighed as she fingered the necklace under her shirt, all traces of her humour gone.

Bob just stared at her. Once again, he didn’t correct her about him seeing someone, he was too shocked to do it.

She’d kept his name all this time. Could that mean something.

“It might take me a while to change it though Robby. I hope she’s ok to wait a little bit. The hardest part will be changin’ it at work and let everyone know that I’m gonna start signin’ my charts…” YFN trailed off quietly.

Bob was ashamed that had no idea what she was talking about. He hadn’t asked anyone about what she had done with her life for a long time. “Charts?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I’m a nurse and a midwife.” she said softly. Her eyes looked deeply into his.

“Oh. Because of your mamma and our…?” he faltered with a whisper not breaking eye contact.

YFN just nodded at him, tears welled in her eyes “I guess I just wanted to…”

“Sweet girl…” Bob breathed as reached for her. And he used his name for her for the first time in seven years.

YFN paled “No! You can’t… You can’t call me that… I just… I need some air.” she choked out. “Mav can you. Can you drive me?” she asked as she ran out of the bar. Maverick nodded and followed her.

So for the second time that day, Bob watched as YFN ran away.

After she left, Phoenix enveloped him in a big hug and then smacked him in the back of the head “Why do you make me be so mean to you?”

“Oww! What the hell. Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout?” Bob grumbled.

“She still loves you, you idiot! And now she thinks you’ve found someone else because you didn’t correct her!” Phoenix shouted.

“What?” Bob said incredulously.

Hangman sighed heavily “You know she went up to your college to see you.”

“Who? YFN? When?” Bob asked surprised.

“About a year after you left. But she saw how well you were doin’. And she thought she’d need more than an apology to win you back. She needed to conquer the world first.” Hangman said sincerely.

“But she broke up with me. Told me she didn’t love me. Didn’t need me. Told me never to speak to her again. She said she was glad she lost our…” Bob choked out.

Coyote shook his head “YFN lied Bob. Your folks put a bit of pressure on her. Called her quicksand. But she didn’t want to hold you back. Didn’t want you stuck with her folk’s debt. So she lied. She tried to call. Wrote you letters but never sent them.”

Bob just stared at them all in shock. He hadn’t been close with his folks for a while. He knew they never approved of YFN but didn’t realise they had a role in their breakup. She had convinced him that she didn’t want to be with him anymore after the miscarriage.

“Why didn’t y’all tell me?” he whispered.

“Honey it wasn’t our place. You gotta understand, it was so hard for her in the beginnin’. She lost her mamma and the baby and then you. But she’s always kept track of you. I helped her get to your college and naval graduations so she could cheer for you. She was always there for you, always thinkin’ ‘bout you even if you didn’t know it. She hoped you might come home one day, but your parents moved away, and you never came back.” Penny said softly to him.

“YFN still wears her weddin’ band on a necklace baby.” Hangman added.

“You need to see something Bob.” Penny said simply as she pointed at the wall a few metres from him.

Bob got out of his seat and walked over to see the ‘Pidgeon Creek Wall of Fame’. It was covered in photos and newspaper articles of former residents who had done something special. His eyes were drawn to the striking paintings in the middle of it. They were beautiful.

There was one of Maverick, Coyote, and Hangman. And there was one of him, the day he’d graduated the academy. It was so realistic and detailed, as if the artist had been there. It looked like it had been painted with love and care. And in the corner where the artist usually signed was the name YFN Floyd.

Shit.

Phoenix stood beside Bob “Wow. She’s really good.” she breathed.

“YFN didn’t think she was enough for you. Wanted to make somethin’ of herself. Between selling her paintings and her work at the hospital, she paid off all her debts. But it had been years, so she thought it was too late to tell you. She’s a stubborn southern girl after all.” Penny said honestly.

She never stopped loving him. And Bob realised he had never stopped loving her.

He immediately sobered up. “Fuck.” Bob whispered as he turned around to face his friends. “Fuck. I… God I’ve fucked up.” he said again louder this time pulling the divorce papers out of his pocket.

He looked at Phoenix, his eyes pleaded with her to help. “Don’t look at me Bob. I’m not responsible for your stupid shit on the ground.” she said.

“Just tear them up and go after her. Tell her you’re an idiot. It’s not official yet!” Rooster exclaimed as he took the papers off Bob.

Hangman then snatched them off his boyfriend and looked at them and laughed loudly. Bob stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Baby you’re as fuckin’ slow as molasses in the wintertime.” he said sarcastically. “YFN signed them, but you didn’t.” he chuckled.

Bob barked out a choked laugh “You mean we’re still married?”

Maverick walked back into the bar and called out “Only if you want to be.”

“Yes! Yes I do want that!” Bob blurted out. “Mav please. Where is she? Can you drive me?” he begged.

“Fucking kids.” Maverick groaned as Penny kissed his cheek.

“Wait right ‘ere y’all. I’m gonna go find my bride!” he said joyfully as he practically dragged Maverick out of the bar.

……..

YFN sat on the beach, illuminated by the moon, and cried. She was in their special spot, the place Bob and her had found together. She heard movement in the sand but didn’t turn her head when she felt someone sit next to her. She knew it was Bob, the smell of sandalwood and vanilla and him settled in the air.

“YFN. Darlin’ I…” he whispered.

She had waited a long time to apologise to him, to explain her actions. She took a deep breath and turned to him “Let me get this out before I can’t Robby.” she murmured, tears in her eyes.

“I never meant to hurt you, sweet boy. I thought us bein’ together with our baby, while you followed your dreams was gonna be full of adventure. But then my mamma got sick and died and then I lost… I knew you were gonna stay behind with me and then it would’ve been your only adventure. And your folks… well it doesn’t matter. They were right.” she sobbed.

Bob reached for her, but YFN put her hands up in front of him defensively.

She took another steadying breath and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I lied about everythin’. I said all those hurtful things, but they weren’t true. You deserved a better life Robby, and it was the only way I could think of to get you to leave and never come back. And you’ve done real well for yourself. I’m so proud of you sweet boy.” she sniffed and gave Bob a small sad smile.

“You know I coulda had both roots and wings YFN. We coulda figured it out.” Bob sighed.

“Maybe. Doesn’t make a difference now. I hope your new girl knows how lucky she is.” she whispered.

“There is no one else sweet girl. I’m sorry I let you believe that. I’m a fuckin’ idiot YFN.” Bob confessed.

He gazed into her eyes intensely and said softly “Truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago. My whole heart and I never really got it back.”

YFN breathed out slowly. He still loved her.

Bob reached for her, and he slid his fingers under the neckline of her shirt and pulled out her necklace, revealing her wedding ring on it. He moved to lift the chain over her head, and she let him.

“I’m sorry I gave you the papers darlin’. I was so stupid. I don’t wanna divorce, I never did. But it turns out I never signed them myself so apparently you and I are still hitched.” Bob said softly, love in his eyes as he removed the ring from the necklace.

“The paintin’ YFN… Why didn’t you tell me you came to see me?”

“You were always too good for me. I needed to make something of myself.” she uttered. YFN’s breath hitched as he lifted her left hand and placed the wedding band on her ring finger.

Bob smiled shyly at her “Are you ‘bout done? ‘Cause I have never thought that ‘bout you YFN. I loved you back then and I tried to forget about you, but I never did. I’m sorry I never fought for you. I love you more than anythin’ sweet girl.” he breathed.

“I love you, Robby. I never stopped. Not for a single second.” she whispered as she gazed at him reverently.

The small smile she wore slowly widened.

“What do you wanna be married to me for anyhow?” she asked coyly as she shifted closer to him.

Bob grinned at her; his eyes shined brightly in the moonlight.

“So I can kiss you anytime I want.” he replied softly, and he lifted his hands to cradle her jaw.

And he did kiss her.

They kissed slowly and deeply.

Honk. Honk. Honk.

Honk. Honk. Honk.

They broke apart and laughed when they saw Maverick standing next to his car. He’d driven it down on the beach.

“Nearly done here? You kids have always been a pain in my ass, and I need a drink.” he sighed dramatically.

……

When they got back to Penny’s bar, Bob looked at YFN with a big grin on his face and she shrieked when he swept her up into his arms bridal style and carried her inside.

“Well folks. Look who finally got their shit together. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Robert and YFN Floyd!” Maverick called out loudly.

The room erupted into cheers.

YFN gasped at the scene in front of her and Bob looked equally surprised. She had no idea how they had done it, but they’d turned the bar into a reception of sorts. And half the town had somehow turned out to celebrate.

Their small group of friends came up and congratulated them.

Jake smiled at YFN “You happy sugar?” he said. And she smiled widely and nodded as they embraced.

“You hittin’ on my wife Hangman?” Bob laughed and Jake hugged him tightly.

Bradley playfully punched Bob in the arm and smiled widely at them.

Coyote and Tash hugged them both and she placed something in YFN’s palm and she gasped.

Bob’s wedding ring.

“How? Where?” he spluttered.

Tash just shrugged “I saw you playing with it a few times. Found where you keep it in your bag. You better put it on him, so he doesn’t lose it. And neither of you better fuck this up again.” she laughed.

“Yes ma’am.” YFN and Bob both replied.

Bob offered his left hand to her with a grin and YFN slipped his wedding band on his ring finger and kissed it.

“I think it’s time for a dance, don’t you?” Penny said with a joyful smile on her face.

YFN grabbed Bob’s hand and led him to the dance floor. “Hey Penny. Make it a slow one.” she said as she smiled back at her.

Penny walked to the jukebox and punched the buttons. The sounds of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ started to play.

YFN looked at Bob lovingly as they swayed to the music “I love you sweet boy.” she murmured.

“I love you too sweet girl.” he breathed back as he gazed at her adoringly.

Bob cupped her cheek with his hand and lowered his lips to hers. He stopped just before they touched and he smiled “You’re the first girl I ever kissed, and I want you to be the last.”

YFN lips curved up into a matching smile. “Guess you can find your soulmate when you’re ten years old.” she whispered, and she kissed him.

And she didn’t plan on stopping ever again.

……

[fridamoss]

Is This Love (That I'm Feeling?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 6)

Summary: Bob & Loot get it on.

Warnings: Smut, curses 18+ only.

Word count: 4,658

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

You pulled up outside the Hard Deck in an Uber. Bob said he would meet you at the front door and sure enough, you could see him standing there alone, shifting on his feet looking anxious. He was fixing his hair into place when he saw you walking toward him. His jaw almost hit the ground, you were wearing the slinkiest, shortest dress with heels and he since he knew exactly what you were wearing underneath, he couldn’t help his mind going to the first filthy thought that popped up.

‘Hey Robbie,’ you cooed, heels clicking as you took the last few steps to where he was standing stock-still.

‘Hey,’ he began before you cut him off with a kiss. Your lipstick had smudged on to his mouth and you wiped it off with your thumb. 

It took a moment for him to come back down to earth. ‘You look real nice,’ Bob swallowed, ‘you look beautiful,’ he finished, clearing his throat.

Giving him a once over, you noticed his boots had been shined recently, his turn up jeans paired with a tucked in shirt just gave him the sweetest 50’s boyfriend vibes.

‘Damn, you look good, can we just take it back to mine already?’ Your hands roamed his chest, you didn’t even notice you were biting your lip until you caught Bob staring at your mouth. 

‘Kidding, I really want that drink.’

‘Did you wanna eat?’ Bob pointed toward a burger van parked on the lot next to the bar. 

‘New rule, Robbie, never assume I don’t wanna eat.’ 

You ate slow, savouring every bite of this burger van meal that Bob had insisted on buying for you. He’d even specified no onions for his order, so he wouldn’t gross you out later, even though he loved all the additions to his burger.

Bob sat facing you, straddling the picnic bench as you ate, pushing your hair behind your ear each time it escaped in the warm breeze. He smiled while you talked to him, you had a wealth of knowledge for someone who was only out in the world for a decade, he thought. 

There wouldn’t be a time when he didn’t want to listen to you, he’d be a good partner, he’d care for you, enjoy your company and the best thing was you were way more outgoing than him, so he could sit back and let you do the talking. He’d like that. So he leaned in and kissed you while you were talking about redecorating your little apartment. ‘I wanna help,’ he said, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

The music wasn’t too loud in the Hard Deck, but it was a little abrasive compared with the sound of the ocean Bob was enjoying just moments ago. 

You’d been waving and hollering over at people you recognised; which was everyone, Bob noted. He managed to get Penny’s attention and ordered two beers before sidling up to you and putting a hand on your waist. You were chatting to someone, looking only mildly interested in the conversation, Bob thought he knew their face but wouldn’t be able to tell you their name. 

You turned, taking the beer from his hand, giving him a soft smile and a look that said ‘give me just a minute and I’ll be all yours.’ 

Bob stood, not awkwardly, but happily by your side, with his thumb rubbing along your silky dress, feeling the lacy band of your pretty panties.

‘It’s you guys!’ A drunken Fanboy made his way through the crowd, elbowing people to get up close, beer in hand. He leaned against Bob, ‘Oh man, I’m so happy you’re together. HERE together,’ his eyes were wild in his head, he’d had way too much to drink.

Bob hoped he wouldn’t hear his room mate puking tomorrow morning, he gave his friend a tight lipped smile.

‘I saw you got the condoms from my dresser!’ Fanboy thought he was whispering. ‘It’s cool, man.’ Garcia clapped a hand on Bob’s back, leaning in to his ear. ‘I hope you have a nice time.’

Bob could see you eyeing Fanboy, feeling terribly sympathetic to what you knew was an embarrassing moment for Bob.

When Fanboy had hugged you both and moved off in the direction of the pool table, you turned to Bob. ‘You ok? You’re quiet.’

Luckily, the embarrassment had faded a little by the time you’d finished your conversation with your acquaintance. 

‘I’m good, I’m happy.’ 

‘You’re too sweet, that guy is way enthusiastic, I can never get rid of him. Next time, be a bit obnoxious and he’ll fuck right off.’ 

Bob laughed, your eyes narrowing, hoping you’d get a reaction from him.

‘Gotta let him know you’re my girl, huh?’ Leaning in to give you a kiss, you were interrupted by Phoenix. 

‘You’re here!’ Her face nearly split in half when she smiled. 

‘Are you all really drunk or somethin’? Bob muttered, shrugging his jacket off and laying it across his forearm. He made a mental note to offer it to you when you left later tonight.

‘I’m just happy you guys are kinda making it official. Bob has been agonising over every text he was sending to you,’ Phoenix rolled her eyes, she loved Bob, he was the most chill guy to be around but it had been painful for her to see how excited and apprehensive her friend had been.

You and Bob looked at each other, seeing the small smile rising on his face, you figured you’d answer for both of you, ‘yeah, it is official. Can’t let this one get away.’ You laughed with Phoenix, she told you a story about how Bob had helped an old lady with her groceries while he kept his hand on you, stepping in closer when someone passed him. 

Everyone managed to come by and say hello, like it was your party and everyone was doing their duty in thanking you for inviting them. Eventually, Bob whispered ‘let’s get out of here,’ brushing his lips against your earlobe. You shivered, turning your head a little toward him, ‘kiss my neck.’ You had no idea why you said it, right here, in front of all of these people you knew from work but you didn’t regret it when you felt Bob lean in and kiss your neck softly, he had been running his fingers along your spine for the last few minutes. The sensation had you closing your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t lose it completely. His nose grazed the back of your neck as he kept kissing, small pecks turning to longer sucking kisses. 

Anything on the back of your neck drove you wild, nothing would get you wet faster. The idea of Bob finding out these little kinks of yours made you giggle. He lifted his head to look at you on hearing the sound. 

Biting his lip, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd. 

‘You don’t wanna say goodbye?’ Knowing he didn’t, but you asked anyway. 

Bob walked backwards, pulling you with him, positively eye fucking you. 

The quicker you got back to a bedroom the better, yours or his, you didn’t care. 

The fresh air hit you, setting your skin off with goosebumps. Bob draped his jacket across your shoulders before tapping his phone open to order an Uber home, ‘your place?’ he asked, there was no way in hell he wanted Fanboy to ruin his night when he barged into their apartment, the way he always did after a night out and a belly full of alcohol. Making all of the noise and mess as a herd of cattle.

The journey took only a few minutes, but Bob had sat so close to you in the back of the car that you were sure the driver sped up just to get you both out as quickly as possible. You were grossing people out with your PDA already. Bob’s nose was behind your ear, whispering sweet things that sounded so incredibly dirty while his fingers move up your thigh, your legs parting just an inch for him. 

Bob helped you step out of the car, holding your hand until you reached your door. While you fumbled in your bag for your key you noticed the door was already unlocked, you distinctly remember locking it before you left.

‘Robbie,’ the panic in your voice stopped him from hooking his finger under the strap of your dress. His eyes following to where your hand was shakily pushing the door open. 

The light in the living room was on. Bob instinctively stepped over the threshold before you, putting a hand back against you protectively.

Both of you tip toeing, eyes darting into corners. Someone had broken into your apartment. The realisation hit you just before the panic on seeing movement from down the short hallway, a figure appeared at your bedroom door.

You felt Bob stiffen and stand up to his full height before you grabbed his arm, holding him back.

‘David!’ Fucking relief. ‘What the fuck?’ 

Bob furrowed his brow. Why the hell was Loot’s husband here? 

‘You don’t answer your phone now?’ David stomped towards you, his shirt open almost to his navel, tanned skin on show. 

You made an ‘oh’ sound and pulled your phone from your bag, realising you hadn’t checked it for hours. There were several missed calls and texts from David.

‘I was worried about you. You hung up on me saying he was at your door,’ David nodded toward Bob, who was standing with his arm still shielding you.

‘I’m David by the way,’ your husband held out his hand for Bob. 

‘Bob,’ was all he could say, shaking the hand that was offered. 

‘You’re way cuter than she described,’ David stated, mater of fact. ‘Jealous,’ he look at you pointedly.

‘Well, since you’re fine I’m leaving. Goodnight.’ And just like that, your friend was gone, closing the door behind him.

‘Uhm…’ Bob’s face displayed all of the emotions running through his head.

‘Sorry,’ you whispered, locking the door. 

‘At least he cares,’ Bob shoved his hands into his pockets, wondering what he could say.

‘He’ll call me tomorrow to talk about how hot you are, I just know it.’ 

Bob looked you for a beat before kissing you hungrily, surprising even himself.

He’d met your husband and felt no jealousy. All the feelings he’d had about how an unusual situation this was disappeared as he breathed softly against your mouth. 

‘You’re still cool to stay?’ 

You reached for his hands, placing them on your hips. He nodded while dipping down for another kiss. 

‘He didn’t beat the shit out of me so I suppose he’s allowing me to fuck his wife.’

‘Robert Floyd!’ 

Both of you giggled, hands beginning to grab at each other. 

‘If I don’t get you into my bedroom this second, I think I’ll lose my mind.’ Bob had his hands on your back, pulled impossibly close to him. 

‘Agreed,’ without much effort, he dropped his hands to your thighs and hoisted you onto his hips and carried you towards your bedroom, dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. You bounced, giggling, watching him toe off his boots. ‘I’ll be right back.’ 

Grumbling, you grabbed out for him, almost catching hold of his shirt.

He giggled down at you, ‘I just gotta go to the bathroom real quick.’

Two minutes without him was too much. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you sat up onto your knees and pulled him towards you. He leaned down and dissolved into your kisses. 

‘I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the first week of January,’ he admitted, eyes closed.

‘That was the week I transferred,’ you ran a finger across his lips, a slight patch of stubble on his chin rubbing along your palm.

Nodding, he allowed his hands to roam across your shoulders and down your arms. ‘I saw you on the tarmac, my first flight after I got back from my folks place back home. My head got so messed up, I forgot what I was doing, Nat yelled at me,’ he remembered, smiling. 

‘Do you think you’ll remember what you’re doing if I take this off?’ Sitting back on your haunches, you slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders, squeezing your tits together to give him a full view of your cleavage. 

‘Yes ma’am,’ he hummed, planting his face between your tits and groaning. 

His voice was muffled while he buried himself further, making you giggle. Your hands were stroking the back of his neck, gripping his wide shoulders when you felt his teeth scrape against the soft flesh of your breast, his nose was nudging at your bra, pushing it aside. Immediately his lips found your nipple and pressed a delicate kiss there, waiting for your reaction. 

Whimpering as he teased until your bud hardened. ‘Fuck, keep doing that.’ You purred.

‘What about the other one?’ Bob’s hands were running up your sides to squeeze at your breasts, both of you moaned in unison, his lips kissed over the fabric of your dress, searching for the peak of your other nipple, you could feel him smile when he found it, suddenly pulling the material down to expose you to him. Helping him get full access, you shimmied the straps all the way down your arms and leaned back, allowing him to push your tits together and place feverish kisses across your hot skin. 

‘Jesus, Robbie, you’ll make me cum.’ The admission made him start, that’d be a first. He looked up at you, his glasses askew.

‘Can I take these off?’ Gently lifting the glasses free, you found his clear, pretty eyes looking at you, pupils blown wide with lust, a soft grin on his lips. He was already drunk on you and he’d only had a mouthful of your tits. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on the rest of you.

Images flashed in his mind of the last few evenings in the shower, jerking himself off at the thoughts of sucking love bites into your flesh all the way from your chest to your hips, along your ribs. Bob’s grunt was feral, making you bite your lip, a flood of arousal hitting you.

‘Robbie, baby.’ Was all you could say, Bob pulled you close to him and devoured your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue was on yours as his knees hit the bed, gently pushing you on to your back. Reaching behind, you unclasped your bra and threw it across the room. His eyes lit up as he watched you wriggle, leaning one knee onto the mattress, he climbed slowly toward you, leaning down to kiss a trail from your breastbone to your neck, finding the faded love bite he’d given you in the supply closet. He let his fingertip brush across it briefly before taking a handful of your breast, again leaning toward it to suck the nipple into his mouth. 

Your back arched off the bed, for a few moments Bob got lost in you. ‘You smell so good,’ he whispered, hips beginning to grind against the bed. 

‘May I?’ Warm hands moved up your thighs to hook into the waistband of your pretty panties.

‘I love these, by the way,’ Bob hummed in appreciation as you lifted your butt off the bed to let him roll the green silk off of your legs, joining the discarded bra.

Bob pushed your dress up to your waist, bunching the fabric in his hands. 

‘You’re pretty everywhere,’ he mused, eyes now fixed on your wet pussy. Your moan was a siren’s call for him, he moved in closer, pressing kisses across your thighs, letting his lips rest against your folds for just a second before moving off again.

You squirmed in anticipation.

‘Oh, you liked that?’ 

‘Bob I never thought you were a tease!’ Your chest was heaving with want. ‘Please, please, please get your mouth on me.’ 

A rush of blood to his cock made him rut into the mattress involuntarily. 

‘Yes ma’am,’ he grinned, kissing you right where you needed it. His tongue flicking out at your clit, rubbing his face gently up and down your slit, noticing how sweet you tasted to him. 

‘I knew you’d taste good,’ he whined, grinding himself against the mattress. 

Your fingers found their way into his hair, the strands coming loose while you began moving your hips to meet his face. 

He was sucking at your clit softly, moving his face from side to side when he heard you gasp, moving faster as your groans got louder. 

Bob ran his hand along your stomach, up towards your mouth, pressing two fingers onto your tongue, silently asking you to suck on them. 

Once they were as wet as he wanted, he placed one at your entrance, peeking at you to make sure you were comfortable, pushing in gently, warming you up the way he knew he should. 

A broken cry of his name disappeared into the air, you were grabbing your nipples between your fingers while Bob kissed and licked and sucked at your delicate parts. 

He started making that ‘mmm’ sound that drove you wild.

‘Bob get up here!’ Finding your voice, not wanting him to stop but you needed more than just his fingers. 

When he pulled free, you felt your arousal leak out of you. Bob breathed in your scent and looked up at you, almost as if he had forgotten you were there.

God, this man got titty drunk and pussy drunk, he liked being down there, you realised. 

There was no warning before you starting pulling at his shirt, sliding it up over his arms. Bob hopped off of the bed and began unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a little. 

There was a tattoo on his chest, just a small thing you could see in the lamplight, right under his collarbone. This was the first time you’d seen Bob without a shirt and boy he looked good.

‘How did you hide this for so long?’ It wasn’t really a question he needed to answer, Bob wasn’t a show off. You knew he’d be well put together. He was muscular but not overly so, just in perfect proportion. He had those beautiful muscles that shaped themselves into a ‘v’ across his hips, leading down to the waistband of his boxers, which you unceremoniously pulled down as soon as he undid the button on his jeans.

For the second time that day, you licked your lips when you saw him spring free. His erection hitting his stomach and settling into your palm as you reached out for him. 

With one lick you tasted everything that was him, your mouth opened and took him in, he jerked a little at the sensation. wrapping his fingers around your hair and pulled a little, eliciting a moan from you.

‘You like hair pulling?’

‘Mmhmm’ was all you could say, your mouth was stuffed full of him. Peeking up at the man standing over you, running his fingers through your hair, he had a look in his eye like he was about to eat you alive. 

‘Ok, stop,’ he stuttered, moving his hips back. ‘I’ll cum,’ he admitted, seeing your questioning look.

‘I like it too much and you’re really good with your mouth.’ Bob took your chin between his thumb and index finger and kissed you hard. 

Tongues met with increasing need. 

‘Bob get the condom.’ You panted. He nodded, sitting onto the bed and pulling his legs free of his jeans. 

He rooted around in his wallet before pulling out a string of condoms that had been stuffed in there hastily earlier that evening.

‘How many did you bring?’ 

Bob’s ears flushed pink as he scrambled to rip one free. ‘I just…I took whatever I could.’

‘Poor Fanboy’s not getting any tonight,’ you laughed, kissing his cheek moving over to straddle his lap. You squeezed your knees against his hips and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear. A soft groan escaped from his lips, lips that were wandering across your neck.

You took his hand and brought the condom packet to your mouth. He watched you with half lidded eyes as you tore the pack open with your teeth.

Not safe, but pretty fuckin hot. 

Bob ran his hands along your thighs, stopping to squeeze your ass while you gently took his cock in your hands and ran the condom along his length. 

Just as he had done that afternoon, he put his hand under your chin and asked you to spit.

Bob let it drip onto the head of his cock and wipe it down to the base. 

‘I don’t think I need any lube,’ you hitched your dress up to your waist and lined yourself up to take him.

Nodding in agreement, he kissed you tenderly, feeling the head of his cock notch at the warm entrance of your cunt. Breathing out when he felt you sink down just a little. Moving your hips in a small circle, you eased onto him, letting yourself adjust to his size. 

He was definitely the biggest you’d had. ‘That…feels…amazing,’ you let your head fall back, Bob took advantage of the skin in front of him and started kissing and suckling at your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could put his mouth. 

He grunted as you sank all the way down onto him, your breath hitched at the feeling, you were so full of him. 

Bob whispered your name, pressing his forehead to yours, guiding you up and gently back down. ‘I’ve been dreaming about riding you like this, Robbie.’ 

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, lest he begin talking nonsense. He wanted in that moment to say he was falling in love with you. But he knew the rule, never tell a woman you love her while you’re fucking her. 

Instead, he pulled your body closer to his. You loved the feel of his chest hairs tickling your breasts, your nipples rubbing against him in the most delicious way.

Every part of his skin felt as if it were on fire, he felt alive, wanted, loved in that moment.

Your hands pulled at his hair, nails scratching along his back, kisses exchanged and tongues meeting in desperate need for each other. 

You thought Bob was beautiful in the soft lamplight of your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed as you made love to him. Kissing his brow and holding his face in your hands. 

His hand rested on yours, pressing your palm to his cheek muttering how much he loved being with you. 

Another hand rested your hip, keeping your dress out of the way so he could glance down and watch himself disappear inside of you. Little gasps of pleasure had him responding with thrusts of his own. ‘Oh Robbie, I’m gonna cum.’

Bob took your hand from his face and pressed your fingers onto your clit. ‘Show me how you do it,’ it was a demand that had no bite to it, he yearned to see you fall apart on him. 

Pinching at your clit you started grinding against him without lifting yourself off his cock, he moaned at the change, grabbing your ass harder and pushing you against him, matching your thrusts. 

Your head fell back as your climax peaked, Bob sealed his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, your legs squeezed at his hips, grinding faster now that he was panting, he was close too, crying out and burying his face in your neck. Hot breath fanning across your chest as both of you came down. Holding him close, you stroked his hair and he responded with much the same, stroking your back with his large, warm hands, feeling as if he were the safest right here with you. Neither of you moved for a few minutes. Moving would have made the act final. Done. It was over. 

Both of you knowing it wouldn’t be the last time, just the first of many. 

‘Ok my legs are starting to cramp.’ Lips on his forehead, his brow and finally his mouth. His softening cock slipped out of you, slapping against his leg with the weight of his spend. Your arousal dripping out of your pussy onto his thigh.

‘Sorry, Robbie.’

‘Don’t be.’ He sighed, the look he gave you would have made you melt into a puddle, but while he held you tight, you just answered in a mewling sound, unwilling to let go of him.

‘We didn’t even get to take off your dress.’ 

Bob stood, holding you against him as he walked toward your bathroom, only stopping to set you on your feet, on the bath mat, rather than the cold tile. And you loved him for that. 

Bob was a considerate man and now you found he was a considerate lover. 

He waited his turn to clean up, deciding to forego any clothing and walk around your apartment naked. 

There were several seconds of you checking out his ass before he turned at the kitchen sink and caught you. 

‘Where is shy Bob gone?’ You turned your head to the side questioningly as he gently moved your hair across your shoulder so he could plant a kiss on your neck.

‘I think you fucked him out of me,’ was his response. You scoffed. Bob liked it when he could feel your tits jiggle against him. He noted that he needed to make you laugh more often.

‘Get into my bed, before I turn you out of my home for being crude,’ it was an empty threat and he knew it. 

You loved these little moments of Bob that no one else got to see. He had filled up two glasses of water and followed you back into your bedroom, setting a glass on your bedside locker before climbing in next to you, pulling you down onto his chest. 

You ran your fingers along his tattoo and looked up at him, your chin resting against his pec. ‘What’s this?’

Bob had his eyes closed, a happy grin on his face. ‘My one and only tattoo.’

‘I’ve never seen one before.’ 

‘You haven’t?’ Bob queried, a tone of surprise.

‘Well not in the flesh. People in the navy generally keep them covered up.’

Bob was curious, had you only slept with people from the navy? He bit his tongue, though he wanted to know all about you, it really wasn’t any of his business who you had in your bed before him.

‘It’s the plane I first learned to fly in.’ His voice was husky with exhaustion.

‘Do you wanna sleep, or talk?’ 

Bob wrapped his arms around you, breathing in the scent of your shampoo., nestling his nose in your hair.

‘It’s been a long day, but I’d like to listen to you. Tell me about what you wanna do the next time I see you.’

You were tracing circles around his tattoo, excitement bubbling inside you. ‘Well, the next time I see you will be tomorrow morning, when I wake up and you’ll be next to me.’

Bob squeezed you and did that sweet ‘mmm’ sound again.

‘Sounds perfect.’

‘You are perfect.’ You whispered, waiting for him to scoff. Instead he took a deep breath and said ‘no, you are.’

‘My perfect girlfriend. With her pretty hair and her pretty eyes and great ass.’ 

Both of you giggled as you pinched his side. 

‘Go asleep then and I’ll see you first thing in the morning,’ he mumbled into your ear as you turned around to turn off the light.

His breathing soft and slow as he drifted off to sleep holding you against him.

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Contestants:

Chibiusa Tsukino from Sailor Moon

James Bonde from Moriarty the Patriot

Ranma Saotome from Ranma ½

Agent 47 from Hitman Series

Kuzco from Emperor's New Groove

Peeta Mellark from Hunger Games

Midorikawa Nao from Pretty Cure Series

Mr. Shark from The Bad Guys

Lance Sterling from Spies in Disguise

Brain from Inspector Gadget

Bloom from Winx Club

Double Trouble from STPOP

Yayoi Kise from Pretty Cure series

Penny from The Amazing World of Gumball

Moka from Rosario + Vampire

Princess Peach from Super Mario Bros

Robbie Rotten from Lazytown

Magica De Spell from Ducktales

Vin from Mistborn books

Honey Kisaragi from Cutie Honey

Seiya Kou from Sailor Moon

Don Paolo from Professor Layton games

Loki from Norse mythology

Twilight Sparkle from MLP:FiM

Spy from Asterix and Cleopatra

Maya Fey from Ace Attorney

Transfer from Around the World with Willy Fog

Rapunzel from Tangled

Team Rocket from Pokemon

Dr. Jekyll from Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Loid Forger from Spy x Family

Rose Quartz from Steven Universe

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Danger Meter [4]

》Guarded《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem!Reader]

▪︎Warnings: Language and Hangman being a jerk.

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and fluff

▪︎Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

Note: Bob is my comfort character. This chapter is also a long one!

》 Masterlist 》 Bradley's Masterlist

》 Previous 》Next

"Rooster and Crash, you'll be paired for today."

"Fuck me." You mumbled, as Maverick announced the partners for today's practice regarding the Uranium Mission.

Bob nearly choked at your choice of words.

It's not that you don't want to be paired with him, you just don't think ypu'll be able to focus with him being your partner because of the stupid butterflies in your stomach whenever you hear his voice or catch a glimpse of him.

The fact that he's also as cautious as can be which means you won't be able to do the normal speed you and Hangman fly at.

It's gonna be a challenge.

You walked alongside Bob on the Tarmac, about to get into your jets. Time is ticking and you needed to execute the manuevers and speed for the success of the uranium mission.

You didn't have to say it out loud for Bob to know you're beyond nervous. Given it has only been a day since you ejected from that bird stike accident, you knew you aren't in your best shape.

"You'll be just fine, y/n/n." Bob offered you a gentle smile. You let out a huff, "You sure put a hell lot of trust on me Robby, heck I don't even know if I could trust myself."

"Don't doubt yourself. I know you can do it."

You offered him a smile, "Thanks Robby, it means a lot. You always know how to make me feel better." You patted his head as he hummed.

"You're acting as if I didn't know you your whole life, y/n/n." He chuckled, your conversation was cut short as you saw something out of your pheriperal vision.

"Wait, what happened to statefarm?" You motioned over to Jake Seresin who was currently checking on his jet while sporting a bruised cheek.

Bob sighed, "A fight broke out on Hard Deck last night." You widened your eyes, "What? Last night?! Who did he fight?"

"Rooster." Bob stated, answering you and greeting the pilot as he walked closer to you and Bob. Bradley gave a small smile and a nod to the WSO in reply.

"Hey Roo– " You felt a gust of wind as he walked straight past, completely ignoring you. "What was up with him..?" Trying to shake off the hurt and embarassment, you jogged towards your jet and waving bye to Bob who only sighed and shaked his head before walking to his and pheonix's jet.

Did Bradley felt like an asshole as he purposely ignored you? Absolutely, he wants to go back and kneel as he begs you not to think he's just another jerk and apologize. He feels like a first grader who's being mean to his crush.

Why did he do that? He also doesn't fucking know. He's trying to sort put his thoughts. Well, one of the few reasons is probably for the fact that he knew Hangman was hellbent on keeping you away from him, recalling their incident last night at Hard Deck.

"You don't have the right to control her, Hangman." Rooster spat out, "She's not yours." Jake glared, "I'm just protecting her, Rooster."

"Protecting her from what?"

"From you, you think I don't know how many girls you've been with?"

Payback looked around before apologizing to Penny, seeing how many people are now staring at them, his friends causing a scene.

Coyote tried pulling Jake back, "Come on man, Penny will kick us out if you both won't stop." He shrugged off his friends grip on him.

"Oh I'm not finished."

"I should be saying the same to you, Hangman. You're acting like you're her fucking boyfriend."

"I just don't want her to end up in your bed and for you to discard her the next morning, I know your little crush on her Bradshaw. And I know you want to put her to bed-"

Something inside Rooster snapped as his fist made contact with Hangman's cheek. Jake laughed, knowing that he pushed Rooster's button as he striked back, resulting Bradley's busted lip.

"That's enough! Lieutenant Bradshaw! Lieutenant Seresin!" Maverick yelled as he stood and immediately went between them as Hangman and Rooster were pulled back buy Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy.

"We will discuss what happened early in the morning." Maverick looked at them sternly as he heard the grunts of agreement of the two.

"Rooster, you gotta speed up. We're half a minute late by the target." You informed, looking at the screen in your jet.

"We're good, we'll get there. Just maintain your speed."

You feel like you're going on a stroll or sight seeing with Bradley. You're used to the fast-paced Hangman.

"Increase to 500 knots!"

"Negative, Crash. Hold your speed."

"Rooster, we're late!"

"We're alive, we'll make up time in the straightaway."

You are beyond annoyed and shocked, talking to him feels like talking to a brick wall. Your words are just like white noise to him.

"We are not gonna make it!"

"Just trust me, maintain your speed. We can make it."

You scoffed, "By the time we'll get there we'll be a minute late!" 'This guy is unbelievable.' You thought to yourself as you continued to follow him, maintaning your speed as you've got no other choice.

"Why are you dead?" Maverick asked Rooster, "You're team leader up there, why are you, why is your team dead?"

"Sir, he's the only one that made it to the target." Pheonix interjected, as she looked at their instructor.

"A minute late. He gave the enemy aircraft time to shoot him down."

"That's what I was saying. If it was the real thing then we would've been dead." You mumbled, crossing your arms and letting out a sigh.

Apparently, you weren't silent enough since Rooster turned his head into your direction, hard eyes glancing your way. "You don't know that."

"You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste." Hangman said, agreeing with you.

Even though you always bicker and fight with Hangman, it was nothing but playful. Although you gotta admit, he's an ass and can get under people's skin, but you're sure to keep him in check. Needless to say, you almost broke his jaw when you two first met because of his habit of pushing people's buttons.

You both make the perfect pair, as soon as you're up in the sky you both worked like a well-oiled machine. Both of you are fast-paced pilots, you're the only one that can keep up with Hangman while simultaneuosly keeping him in check.

Rooster looked at Maverick, "We made it to the target."

"And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out." Maverick said. Rooster won't back down, "Then it is a dogfight."

You scrunched up your brows, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Against fifth generation fighters?" You asked him, clearly in disbelief by his overly optimistic views.

"Yeah, we'd still have a chance."

"In an F-18?" Maverck asks, clearly getting worked up. Bradley looked at him, "It's not the plane sir, it's the pilot."

"Exactly."

The small smile on Bradley's face fell, the room grew silent. Maverick seems to realize his words as he looked away, not meeting anyone's gaze.

Rooster looked at him, trying not to lose his composure, "There's more than one way to fly this mission."

"You really don't get it." Jake looks at Rooster, "On this mission, a man flies like maverick here, or a man does not come back."

Hangman looked at Phoenix and Bob, "No offense intended" You really wanna punch him right now. Pheonix gave him a look while Bob, who was sitting beside her, leaned over to look at him. "Yet somehow you always manage."

Hangman looked back to Rooster, "Look I don't mean to criticize, you're conservative. That's all."

"Lieutenant." Maverick warned.

"Look, we're going into combat, son. A level no living pilot has ever seen." He turned to look at Maverck. "Not even him."

"That's no time to be thinking about the past." He turned to look at Rooster's direction. Shit, you already know this won't be good. Hangman and his mouth is a great fucking combo for a disaster.

"Hangman." You looked at him, knowing he's got shit up at his sleeve. Rooster looks taken aback as he slowly looks at Hangman. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't be the onky one that knows Maverick flew with his old man." Your eyes slowly widened, Maverick intervened. "Okay that's enough." Jake didn't listen.

"Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Bradley went straight to him as everyone scrambled in their seats to prevent them being near each other. "Shit! Hangman that's enough!" You stood beside Hangman as you pulled him back. Rooster pushed him, the force knocking Hangman and you.

You winced, trying to hide it. Even though you weren't the one he pushed, you still got the receiving end of it, considering you got brusies littering your body, it did a number on you. Hangman immediately stands infront of you, glaring at Rooster.

"You son of a bitch!" Rooster yelled at Hangman, pointing at him angrily. He felt rage. Pure unadulterated rage consumed his body. As he stares at Hangman, his fellow aviators holding him back.

Hangman shrugged his fellow aviators off, "I'm cool, I'm cool."

Just as you think it's over, Hangman opened his mouth again. "He's not cut out for this mission." You seriously want to ductape it and only remove it when he has to eat or drink.

Everything that has happened is making your head hurt. Pinching the bridge of yoru nose, you took a step back and sighed.

"That's enough." Maverick told him. He just smiled to an agitated Rooster. "You know it." Hangman turned to look at the topgun instructor infront of them.

"You know I'm right."

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[theboarsbride]

Also!

Which character has changed the most since your first draft of them, and how?

(God sorry for sending so many questions)

(OMG NO WORRIES I LOVE THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS PLS KEEP SENDING THEM-)

But OH MY GOD!!!!! E D G A R. Edgar from The Monster and the Butterfly is the character that I feel has changed the most since the very VERY first draft of this story. Both in design and character! He and Sophie are some of my oldest OCs, with their story existing in some way shape or form for about 10 years when I first started writing in middle school!

Be prepared for a long post because omg I love rambling about the evolution of characters and stories, I hope you don't mind!!

Also I got excited about this ask so I included a rough visual of Edgar's previous designs:

Starting in 2014 he (or rather she) was Ophelia, a witch that cursed herself with a rogue spell, and her 'beauty' counterpart was a boy named Samael that was sacrificed to her by a witch cult lol. It was very cringe, very much 2010s Wattpad content (i mean...the story literally started with Samael waking up to his alarm and mom waking him up for school)... and I distinctly remember calling this story "Beautiful Beast" because I thought I was being very original with a female beast x male beauty story lmfao (i was not)

Then around that same time I discovered The Phantom of the Opera...meaning that Edgar was going to become a poorly done carbon copy of the Phantom lol. He was like this for about a year, and across the board he was a dragon shifter for some reason? I cannot remember why lol...and also I remember in these versions of the story he had a brother named Lazarus who's FC was Robby Benson, and his 'beauty' in this version was named Kristine and she had a son (???????). Again, very 2010s Wattpad cringe, very much plagiarized Phantom X Christine fanfic (i'm very sorry)

It was around 2016 when I discovered the movie Panna a Netvor/Beauty and the Beast (1979), a very gaudy, atmospheric Gothic horror retelling of the fairytale from then Czechoslovakia. I was OBSESSED With it (and still am!) so I wanted to create a bird-like beast like in the movie. At the same time I was also obsessed with stuff like Black Butler and Penny Dreadful so I was inspired to change this story set in Victorian Era London. But this version of Edgar was VERY horrible and very much made it a tragic horror story rather than Gothic romance. He was the one behind the Jack the Ripper murders, drinking the blood of woman to satiate himself, and had very poorly-written schizophrenia as he was 'haunted' by his dead mom. I did away with this idea around the time of the pandemic because I found the idea insensitive and overly-edgy. But nonetheless this was where TMATB as we know it came to be: Gothic romantic setting in late Victorian era London with a bird-themed beast and a main female character who was into gardening in some capacity.

Then story started becoming more romantic, Edgar went through another design change to now be a fleshy vulture-thing, and was now becoming a sympathetic, gentle beast who loved reading and ornithology. Still I wasn't satisfied in terms of his design tho.

So then around 2020, after wanting inspiration to create a more humanoid-looking beast (and getting such inspiration from Brad Dourif as Grima Wormtongue in the LOTR films and Danny DeVito as The Penguin in Tim Burton's Batman Returns), Edgar's design became this:

While remaining a romantic hero, his role has become the more feminine one in the romance: he is the one needing saving, he is the one often in distress, he reads romances often intended for women, he's a very passive romantic role, etc. Also, his character is now heavily inspired by historical figures like Joseph Merrick (a.k.a. The Elephant Man) and Quasimodo from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, so now he's a gentle, well-read, kind-hearted, traumatized emotional basket case we all love today!

I hope this is a satisfactory answer omg so sorry for the long ramble of a post!!

[ladychiy0]

Hi hi hi I'm just going to drop this quote of idv x sagau but mostly of it is Idv

WARRING : poor writing . The quote doesn't belong to me

Nightmare: You were hurt, what do you remember?

Naib: Just the door geta sirens

Nightmare: the match wasn't even close to an end, the hunter surrender themselves.

Naib: But I heard a siren?

Nightmare: That was Y/N.

Y/N: Sorry, I was nervous.

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Y/N: So... I think I'm in love with Jack.

aesop: Jack... as in The Ripper, as the hunter?

Y/N: Yeah. Thoughts?

aesop: And prayers.

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Y/N: the moon looks beautiful

Norton: yes but do you know what's more beautiful?

Y/N and Norton: *sigh* doughnuts

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Y/N: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it.

Naib: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/N: It's the Photography.

aesop: Put the bandage back on.

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Leo: And what would you like to eat?

Yidhra (speaking to y/n and Yima telepathically):The souls of the innocents.

Y/N holding yima hand: 2 bagels

Yidhra: NO!

Y/n: 3 bagels.

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y/n: You need a hobby, Yidhra.

Yidhra: I have a hobby, Archer.

Y/n: How many times do I have to tell you that bullying Yami dose not counted?

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Robbie: hey y/n can you buy this for me?

Y/n: of course, dear

Martha: you can't buy him stuff!

Y/n: why? I'm his older sister figure, I can get him anything He wants.

Martha: we are playing monopoly for god's sake!

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Emma: Y/n help me !, I need you to hide me

Y/n: okay  *hides Emma*

Emliy: why's Emma hiding behind y/n's cap?

Eli: she ate Naib's doughnuts

Naib: alright who ate my doughnuts !? Norton  i know it was you!

Norton: wtf!! *Looks at emma behind y/n's cap*

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Luca: I think I'm coming down with something, I've been feeling really nauseous lately.

Emil: Maybe you're pregnant.

Luca:

Emil:

Luca: I don't know who's the bigger idiot right now, you for suggesting it or me because I just had a heart attack

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Ada: If I had a penny for every time you annoyed me today, I'd be able to buy a frappe.

Emil, staring intently: Uhm? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how pretty you are.

Y/n:

Y/n, looking over her arrows: You two do know that I'm here, right?

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Novelist: I have your daughter.

Y/n:

Y/n: I don't have a daughter.

Novelist: Then who's been singing baby sherk on a loop for 4 hours?

Y/N: Oh my god, you have memory.

Novelist, crying: Please come get her,I can't take it anymore

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Orpheus: I have one of your children.

Nightmare: Which one, I have many.

Orpheus: The loud, annoying, rowdy kid who never shuts up.

Nightmare: Which one, I have eight of those.

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Emil: *in a hospital bed with minor burns and a broken wrist*

Y/N: Every time I think I've seen the craziest, most moronic things a person could do, and you show up like ' hold my Capri Sun' and prove me wrong.

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*Leo venting about him and and his past wife*

Leo: I mean yeah man, relationships are tough sometimes. What about you and y/n?

Jack: me and my lady don't argue when she tells me to shut up I do.

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Hastur: hm y/n have you ever mad a deal with some god before you come into this game ?

Y/N about to snitch Joseph  wig : tf ?? no ?

Hastur Ann Yidhra , Patricia Fiona in a corner watching y/n getting Chased by Joseph: ' hmm are we even sure the our sense are right? ' . ' if its then why all of us sensing this "divine auro" around her she may be lying ' . ' highly double it she is a bad lier ' . ' meybe a god blessed her ? ' . ' hmm but blessing her with what ? ' ....

Eli already down with there shit: can all of you stop this nonsense ? How can you even be sure the a god blessed her ? she may as will be blessed by a Damon for all we know it's just powerful auro around her.

Fiona: maybe jack ..?

Jack who was listening from the beginning: my lady, I might have have a split personality but trust me, me nor Ripper did any contract with her. And if lady y/n had mad a contract with a divine being I will be the first one to know about it

Patricia: what do you even know ab-

Jack: why would lady fiona even suggestion me now ? If there is one thing the is releted to my old days it's her.

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Y/N: *dropping her bow and arrows*

Hunters: phew

y/n: *pulls out a dagger*

Hunters: Oh no

Y/n: *opens a box with it*

Hunters: Phew.

Y/n: *pulls a flare gun out of the box*

Hunters: Oh no.

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Y/N: nightmare this place sucks :( why are the best poeple I always meet is the worst places

Nightmare: this isn't my problem and it's not like you can go anywhere

Y/N: I wish I can go somewhere else

*A black hole Spawns right behind her back*

Y/N& nightmare: wtf-

*The black hole eats y/n*

Nightmare: ....

The Mastermind: *who was going to reveal himself to her* well... her wish come true...?

- AFTER WHILE WITH Y/N -

Tavyat people: PLEASE YOUR GRACE STOP RUNNING

Y/N who is scared and confuse on why people calling her grace : STOP I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT ME AND IM NOT "YOUR GRACE"

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Y/N: ....I miss home I miss my friends I miss Luce and Emil careless I miss everyone on the Monro.... expect nightmare she can die for I care ..... Thank you for letting me vent you . You guys are the best

Aranara: we are happy we can help The world mother !

Y/N:.....I still don't understand why call me the but thx :)

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Y/N: *trying to sneak around in liyut sees arlecchino X eyes the is just like her but hers red* ' SHE MUCH BE LIKE ME !!!! FORM MANOR but.....why did I meet ? DID THEY KIDNAP HER TO ?! not with me around hare >:'('

-the in golden house -

arlecchino: *who was with Pantalone to fine her* ' why do I feel being watch now ...? ' *turning around only to be face to face with y/n*

Y/N: .....im going to save you amigo.....

Pantalone: *who was looking for arlecchino to report about a wired symbol of a circular pattern with multiple black tentacles coiling outward* arlecchino we may have a lead we need to find her grace before-

* see no one out behind him * arlecchino....? *Looks around and only to find her being shoulder cared by Y/N and jumping off* ..... Your grace ...?

-TBC

( Some ✨ memes ✨ )

[thestarspangledcaptain]

Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

OC

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved

[tcringetourney]

here is the official tcringe tourney bracket! the first wave of polls will go up tomorrow. since this is such a large bracket, i’ll be rolling out polls in waves of 8. the first round will be open for a week, with waves dropped on a one-day delay! and under the readmore, you’ll find a transcribed list of the bracket. be warned, there are 128 characters here!

Left side:

Scout (Team Fortress 2) vs Maximus (Tangled)

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater) vs Kevin (Up)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck) vs Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) vs Dismas (Darkest Dungeon)

Harrier DuBois (Disco Elysium) vs Ellzor Umberspore (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Shiver (Splatoon) vs Miss Frizzle (Magic School Bus)

Marik Ishtar (Yugioh) vs Tumblr Anon Profile Picture (Real Life)

Asa Mitaka (Chainsaw Man) vs Tadashi Yamaguchi (Haikyuu!)

Penny (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet) vs Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Link (Legend of Zelda) vs Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files)

The Collector (The Owl House) vs Venti (Genshin Impact)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) vs Magne (My Hero Academia)

Yes-Man (Fallout New Vegas) vs Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Reigen Araraka (Mob Psycho 100) vs Kuina Hikari (Alice in Borderland)

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359) vs Jesus (The Bible)

Me (Real Life) vs Leorio Paradinight (Hunter x Hunter)

Fabian Seacaster (Dimension 20) vs Briar (Branching Out)

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) vs Alex Fierro (Riordanverse)

Castiel (Supernatural) vs Waluigi (Mario)

Ivankov (One Piece) vs June Egbert (Homestuck)

Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece) vs Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Ur mom (Real Life) vs Leo Valdez (Riordanverse)

Pyro (Team Fortress 2) vs The Dragon (Jane and the Dragon)

Crowley (Good Omens) vs Eddy (Duolingo)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) vs Peter Parker (Toby Maguire’s Spiderman)

Sweetheart (Omori) vs Nick Danforth-Evans (Julie and the Phantoms)

Jerma (Real Life) vs M&Ms (Real Life)

Kajiyama Fuuta (Milgram) vs Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill)

Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die) vs Ena (Ena)

Isaac (The Binding of Isaac) vs Allied Mastercomputer/A.M. (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream)

Ranma (Ranma 1/2) vs Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Fred Grant (Hamster & Gretel) vs Benrey (Half Life VR AI)

Right Side:

Spy (Team Fortress 2) vs Varian (Tangled)

Sanji (One Piece) vs Milhouse (The Simpsons)

Gonzo (The Muppets) vs Hero (Omori)

Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa)

Hardwon Surefoot (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs Mina Zarei (Paranatural)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) vs Sabine Wren (Star Wars Rebels)

Deuu Dino (CNP) vs Nightblood (The Cosmere)

Benny (Fallout New Vegas) vs Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Alphys (Undertale) vs Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)

Dave Strider (Homestuck) vs Elliot Dunkel (El Goonish Shive)

The Onceler (The Lorax) vs Chuck E. Cheese (Real Life)

Buggy the Clown (One Piece) vs Hinata Tachibana (Fabiniku)

Jake English (Homestuck) vs Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)

You (Real Life) vs Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu!)

Tome Kurata (Mob Psycho 100) vs Neptune (RWBY)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) vs Osiris (Destiny)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) vs Fox Mulder (The X-Files)

Evan Kelmp (Dimension 20) vs Paracelsus (Darkest Dungeons)

Bocchi (Bocchi the Rock) vs Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club) vs Bakugo (My Hero Academia)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) vs Luther (The Umbrella Academy)

Fujisaki Chihiro (Danganronpa) vs Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sniper (Team Fortress 2) vs Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Space Boyfriend (Omori) vs Zirk Vervain (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Rouxls Kaard (Deltarune) vs Robbie Rotten (Lazytown)

Ranboo (Minecraft Youtube) vs Arthur Dent (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)

Sakurai Haruka (Milgram) vs Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Hunter (The Owl House) vs Dib (Invader Zim)

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) vs Wheatley (Portal)

Grell (Black Butler) vs Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Shut (Go Princess Precure) vs Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Wonderlands x Showtime (Project SEKAI) vs Rodney Copperbottom (Robots)

[coyotesamachado]

Preview - If it's worth your time

Javy "Coyote" Machado x Pilot!Mom!Female!Reader

Surprise, it's 2/3 hours early.

Because I promised this was coming. I want to get the next part started before I post all of this, so hopefully this is enough to tide you over until then.

I'm tagging people who expressed interest in this: @notroosterbradshaw @utterly-in-like @sqrlgrl22 @jake-h-ngm-n-seresin @dannyramirezwife @jakexfmc

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“Alright then, come and introduce me to everyone I don’t know.” 

Phoenix wraps a hand around your wrist, like you’re easily lost in the crowd. You do that to your daughter but never really expect people to do the same to you. But then you’re thrust into the center of the of a group of pilots, some familiar, others not. You wrap your arms around Hangman, the two of you had a small detachment together a few years ago, and fell into a quick and easy friendship, namely based on your own determination that he had people he could call friends. You grin at Rooster, Jake’s arm still around you. You pull away from Jake and walk over to Fritz, a bright grin on your face at getting to see him again. Then you’re introduced to everyone else. Halo (who Fritz has told you about), Fanboy and Payback (clearly a package deal the way Phoenix has spoken about them), Yale and Harvard, and Coyote. You smile brightly at him but then your attention is brought right back away from him when Bob comes walking in from the back. 

“You came?” He calls out excitedly, and you push between Jake and Coyote to get to him. 

“Robby!” falls affectionately from you laps as you wrap your arms around him and he swings you around, pulling your feet just off the floor. 

The rest of the group look away for a moment, like this is a moment just meant for the two of you. 

“Where’s my favorite girl?” He asks when your feet land on the ground again. 

“She’s right in front of you, Rob.” You smack his chest lightly and he grins at you. “She’s with Amelia,” you continue throwing a nod in Penny’s direction.  

- 

“Are they a thing?” Javy leans in, talking to Jake quietly so no one else can hear him, watching you and Bob interact. 

“No, they’re just really close. Have been since Top Gun. You’ve heard us talking about Mercy before,” he says, throwing a questioning glance at his friend. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was going to look like that,” he looks you up and down, your attention directed at Bob so you can’t see them. 

“Nope, get that thought out of your head, Javy,” Jake’s voice is only a little scolding but it brings Javy’s attention back to him instead of the curve of your ass. 

“What thought? Why?” he asks, playing dumb, but a smirk is clear across his lips. 

You and Bob finish your hellos and turn back towards the group, so Jake doesn’t have a chance to answer him. 

[girlnextvore]

OH! i am even more invested in the gijinkas now that you've mentioned that they are all part of a lore. and interesting! if you didn't mention about the girlfriends i never would have noticed. may i ask if you also headcanon names for them? or are their pokemon names enough for now?

I play favorites a little some of them have names

All the members of my poison type band GUNK SHOT has names.

Then I also have the "demons" where the story is basically giratina is a under world god and brings back some pokemon as demons under her rule as like pseudo children. They all have names

Clive the Sableye, Robby the hypno, penny the mr.mime , brook the gothitelle and Miike the Cereluedge

Giratina however is just Lord Giratina.

Also the Carbink involved in a nun x demon relationship with the Sableye is named Sister Cidney