ooo and maybe "are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." with bob floyd he’s my babygirl <3 (no pressure for either of these ofc x)
Mal I know this was from the last sleepover list but I couldn’t pass up on writing something for Bobby!
Bob has a habit of never being able to sleep in. It's a Navy thing he's sure, needing to be up at 0500 hours every day to start the day with basic fitness training, logging into doing his checks for the day and then going to fly by 0730.
He can't sleep in ever.
It's why he's up now, but this is a much nicer reason to be awake at 0600. You're lying beside him, still asleep, with your face squished into your pillow.
Bob could watch you sleep for the rest of his life- he plans to honestly. But right now, he wants your company, and he wants to see your eyes.
He starts kindly enough with his wake-up protocol. "Darling," he whispers against your cheek, one of his hands falling on your neck and stroking the skin there softly.
"I miss you, wake up so I can see your face." he smears a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, a short path all the way to your ear.
You groan when you feel him press a kiss just under your ear, shifting slightly so your body is closer to him.
"Are you awake, darling?" he whispers, and you hum.
"No," it's all garbled and sleep laden that Bob can't help but lay another kiss on you.
"Oh okay, m'sorry love, but I miss your face." you shift so you're on your back and he can see your face more clearly, but you don't open your eyes.
Bob chuckles at the dramatics of it all- even half asleep you still manage it.
"I wanna see your eyes, darling." it's a little whiny but the man had been gone for a year, so sue him if he wanted a little bit of your attention at 0620 on a Sunday.
"Bobby," you whine, peeling your eyes open to find his baby blues already on you. "I love you, but I'm so tired."
He leans up on his elbow and presses a kiss to your lips. "Just missed your eyes." He cups your face, stroking your cheek as you shut your eyes again.
"Two more hours, Bobby then I'll be fully awake." you roll over, pressing your face into his chest. Bob's hand falls to the back of your head, scratching at the base of your neck as your breathing evens out.
He can wait another two hours; he'll have to because in no time he can hear your soft snores and smiles.
Bob Floyd x Reader
Word Count: 568
Warnings: Smut, but like he is doing things to her.
Note: My once in a blue moon post brought to you by my friend breifly referencing ' The First Time'.
“I traveled the world, but it got me nowhere.” Bob whispered in your ear. His arms were wrapped around you, your back pressed against his chest. “Nothing could ever compare to you, baby. You brought color to my world. It gave me meaning.”
He turned your head, placing a soft kiss to your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth. It started slow, like he was drawing the moment out. “You’re an angel, my north star.” he murmured against your lips. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck, his hands pushing your shirt up as they started to explore your body.
You let out a soft whine followed by his name, a needy plea. You felt him smirk against your skin, a low rumble sending vibrations against your skin. “Bobby.” you breathed again, squirming against him.
“Yes, pretty girl? Use your words." He murmured against your neck, His hand cupped your breast, massaging it, fingers pinching at your nipple, earning another moan from you. “That's right, let me hear you.” Your head fell against his shoulder as his hands kept up their movements.
“Lets take these off you.” he whispered, moving his hands to push your pajama shorts and panties off before moving to pull your shirt off, leaving you bare in his lap. He pressed kisses down your neck, brushing your hair to the side before nipping your shoulder. “So beautiful, so soft, so mine.”
He ran his hands over your body, down your sides with a feather light touch before his hands found your thigh, pulling them apart before dipping a hand between them, fingers sliding between your folds. “You’re so wet baby, all for me.” he brought his fingers to your clit, pressing soft circles against the sensitive bud.
“Fuck, Bobby.” you murmured “Feels so good.”
He moved his hand to your mouth. “Open,” he murmured, pushing two fingers into your mouth. You obeyed his command, parting your lips. When he pulled them out of your mouth he brought them back between your legs, pressing them inside you. You let out a whine at the sting of the sudden stretch. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him before he started to pump his fingers inside of you. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, it was second nature at this point.
His built up his pace, stopping for a few moments just to push off your release before starting again. He kept it up until you were fully squirming in his arms, a mix of moans, his name, and needy whines leaving you.
“Bo-bobby.” you gasped, fingers digging into his bicep. “Please, please baby, need to come.”
He moved a hand to your neck, applying light pressure as he curled his fingers inside you. It only took a few thrusts of his fingers before your vision started to blur and your release tore through you. He whispered soft praises in your ear as he helped you ride out your release. “That's it baby, such a good girl for me.” When he finally pulled his fingers out he brought them up, pressing them in your mouth like before. “Suck.” he murmured, and you did. He watched you intently, heat in his eyes. When you pulled back there was a soft pop. In an instant his mouth was on yours again, moaning into the kiss. “You’re a fucking drug, baby.”
Synopsis: Bob Floyd never expected to fall in love during the war, especially not with a pretty, young nurse during basic training. But love works in funny ways and can their love stand the rest of time, the war and the distance that separates them. Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+.
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Hagenau and Germany February and April 1945
Hagenau. The place was nearly as bleak as Bastogne. The crumbling buildings were to be home to Easy Company for however long they needed to hold it for. The decaying town was dark, gloomy and vacant, any sign of life having moved on long ago. A river ran through the town, one side occupied by the Airborne and the other by the Germans. Overall, there had been little retaliation from either side, both had roofs over their heads, beds to sleep in and warm food in their bellies, why would they want to jeopardise that. Or that’s what the men thought.
“Tonight you will be going on a patrol to cross the river to retrieve German prisoners. Now the Colonel wants as many as we can and we need them to talk so don’t shoot the first thing that moves.” Captain Nelson sighed, “now I don’t want any of you taking unnecessary risks, not now, not when we’ve come this far. It’s that clear?”
An echoing chorus of ‘yes Sir’ filled the dimly lit basement.
“Good. Floyd, you're leading the patrol, picking 14 men to go with you.” Bob nodded as Captain Nelson retreated. The men looked at Bob expectantly, waiting for his decision on who would go. He hated this part, having to choose who he may be sending to their deaths, what right did he have to hold such power?
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The patrol hadn't gone to plan. Several of the replacements had been hit by mortar fire, the rounds exploding in all their excellence. Earth flying through the air as they exhibited the sheer strength of their firepower. The group managed to capture three German POWs. Coming back to the boats had been a challenge, mortars exploding around them and gunfire ringing in their ears. Bob remembered shouting, his voice drowned out by the echoing screams. He stood, watching as the others ran towards the safety of the boats. He caught Jackson’s eye, waving for him to hurry. The boys legs pounded as he ran, ducking to avoid the falling debris when the bullet ripped through him. It caught him off gaurd causing him to stop in his tracks.
“JACKSON!” Bob screamed, stepping forward towards his wounded friend. Jackson's eyes were glassy, tears trickling down his face as the crimson blood bloomed from his chest.
“Bob,” he whispered as the mortar round hit the ground by his feet. The explosion erupting beneath him. Bob blinked watching as the Earth settled where his friend had just been standing, scraps of Jackson uniform fluttering down from the dark sky.
“NOOOOO!” Bob lurched forward, cries of agony whipping from his throat. “JACKSON!” Two arms either side of Bob pulled him backwards, towards the boat, towards the shore but away from his friend.
Albert met Bob on the bank of the river as he returned.
“Are you alright? Are ya hit?” Albert asked, grabbing onto Bob and inspecting him for any signs of injuries, worried eyes darting over his friend. Bob stayed silent, his face emotionless but his eyes revealing all the pain and terror he felt.
“Bob, where's Jackson?” Albert asked, his eyes scanning the men returning behind him.
“He didn’t make it,” Bob replied blankly, pushing past the medic and up the bank towards the houses. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to go back, to stop Jackson from volunteering to go, hell if he could he’d stop him from joining the paratroopers all together.
That night remained silent, no gunfire, no explosions. It was as if both sides stopped firing in respect for their fallen comrades.
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Bob leant back against the stone pillar, the sun beating down from the clear blue sky and warming his cold bones. His eyes were closed as he daydreamed absentmindedly. He wondered what (y/n) would be doing right now. Was she sitting underneath the same sun rays? Was she hidden away somewhere in a poorly lit underground hospital? Bob was drawn from his thoughts by a shadow standing over him, blocking the sun's heat. He squinted, opening his eyes cautiously and shielding them from the bright light.
“Albert, what the hell man? Move out of the way.”
Albert just snorted at Bob’s protest, throwing himself down beside him and pulling out two cigarettes. He lit them both, offering one to Bob in silence. Bob took the cigarette, inhaling deeply as the warm, familiar feeling filled his lungs.
“They surrendered.” Albert mumbled, the cigarette in the side of his mouth wobbling as he spoke.
“Who did?”
“Three hundred thousand Krauts surrender.” Albert said, tilting his head towards Bob with a wide grin on his face. “We’re moving out in an hour.”
“Where are we heading?” Bob sat up a little, suddenly interested in what the medic had to say. “Hey, don’t leave me hanging now, Doc.”
“We’re going to the Alps?”
Bob sat bolt upright, “THE ALPS?” He exclaimed, “what the hell happened to jumping into Berlin?”
Albert snorted, taking another long drag from his cigarette, “It’s not happening. Apparently Hitler ordered the Waffen SS to hold up in the mountains and repel any invaders.”
This time Bob snorted, letting a hearty laugh rumble through his chest, it was the first genuine laugh he’d had in a while. “Invaders, huh? I like the sound of that.”
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“He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserves spilled out, and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more.”
The voices of hundreds of paratroopers sang out across the German countryside as the DUKW, 2 ½ ton trucks and jeeps trundled along the dirt roads. Bob smiled as he watched the others singing but he couldn’t find it in him to sing along. Albert sat next to him, fingers drumming on his thigh to the tune.
“You know I had a letter from Mary the other day,” Albert spoke up, glancing over in Bob’s direction.
“Oh yeah, how is she?”
“She’s good. Bonnie’s gonna be three this week. My baby girls gonna be three and I’ve only seen her a handful of times.” Albert passed Bob across a small black and white photo. The picture was crumpled at the edges, bent from where Albert had nestled it above his heart in his pocket. A young smiling woman looked back at him with a young giggling child in her arms.
“She’s a beauty, Albert, they both are. I promise I’ll get you home to them.” Bob gripped Albert’s hand, squeezing it gently in a silent promise.
“I know you will,” Albert replied, watching Bob in earnest, his dark eyes flickering to Bob’s blue ones. The singing around them ceased and the two men pulled apart, suddenly aware of their closer proximity.
“I promise,” Bob repeated and Albert looked at him again.
“I know.”
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Ever since the liberation of the concentration camp in Ohrdruf, Bob’s sleep had been plagued with nightmares. Every time he closed his eyes his mind filled with the images of horror, the stench of the bodies, the sorrowful cries, the agony plastered on all the survivors faces. Their gaunt faces, sunken eyes and quivering lips played behind Bob’s eyes. He tossed and turned beneath the rough, cotton bed sheets, staring into the darkness that surrounded the sleeping soldiers. When sleep truly evaded him he would wander outside, the cool night air setting deep into his bones and causing him to shiver but nothing could compare to the frigid, biting winds of Bastogne. He would light a cigarette, taking a long drag of smoke and letting it out in an exasperated puff. Albert would often join him, lighting a cigarette of his own and the two men would stand side by side in an understanding silence. Sometimes they swore they could hear Jackson talking to them, the sound of his laughter bringing smiles to their sullen faces. But sometimes the men didn’t talk, they didn’t laugh, instead sharing a harrowing silence. Bob didn’t feel like the same man he used to be, this war had changed everyone in many ways but Bob felt old. He felt far wiser than his years and far more tired than a man of his age should ever dream of feeling. As he looked to the faces of his comrades, Bob saw himself in them too, their faces looking far older than their years. He remembered back in Toccoa, young men, barely old enough to buy a beer, all fresh faced and youthful, ready for whatever life had to throw at them but not anymore.
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To my dearest (y/n),
You would not believe the horrors we have witnessed over the last week. We came across a work camp in Ohrdruf that was holding Jews. They had separated the men from the women and children who were at another camp. I can still hear their agonising cries for help everytime I try to go to sleep. You should have seen the harrowing looks on their faces. In all of this war and the horrors I have witnessed this truly is the one that haunts me. These men were starving, left to die and all because of their religion.
I had begun to question what this war was all for, began to question why I was writing so many letters home lying to the parents of my young comrades, telling them their sons died with honour. In truth their sons died in a place they didn’t need to be in a battle over something that none of us understand. I now know the reason we fight, we fight for a better world for everyone. To rid this world of evil.
I’m fighting for you, my love, for our future and for our future children’s future.
Your face is the last thing I think about before I go to sleep every night. You are the one that keeps me going through all of this my darling and for that I am forever grateful.
I love you always
Your Bobby
(Y/n) received the letter a week after Bob had written it. She was based at a field hospital in Belgium, awaiting orders to be moved on. She sat down on the wooden steps, the sun shining brightly over the dismal landscape in some kind of mocking joy. How could the sun dare to show its face over the torment and misery that covered this land? She opened the letter quickly, her eyes scanning the crumpled, stained letter, occasionally studying a word for a little longer whilst trying to decipher the smudge letters. Her hand came to her mouth, stifling a sob as she read Bob’s words. Horrors. Death. Harrowing. Starving. Jews. The reason I fight. Bob’s words echoed through her mind, painting the images he had witnessed just a week before. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she fumbled with the ring that hung in the chain around her neck. It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had married in Paris four months previous. In that time both of them had witnessed more horrors than they could have ever imagined, and yet she still felt the hope rising in her chest every time she saw Bob’s spidery scrawl across the front of the stained envelope. He was still alive, they both were and that’s all that mattered.
The team finished the mission successfully, or' with ease' as Payback had said, once they all got back safely. With everything done, I moved back to Virginia, where I did mostly office work. I don't know exactly where everyone else ended up, but I do know Rooster ended up in Hawaii and Hangman was on a ship somewhere in the Pacific. Though I know Phoenix was tempted to take a teaching position, she couldn't turn down the chance to keep flying with Bob. The two went back to Phoenix's previous station –Earl– in New Jersey, where the two flew together. That was about three hours from me, sometimes four if there was too much traffic.
So, Bob would come down to stay with me whenever he had time off. We would see each other maybe twice a month, but in all honesty, it worked for the both of us. We were able to live our own lives and grow, but still have someone to call about the good and the bad things, and someone to be happy with and spend hours on end with whenever we got to stay together.
The two of us had said 'I love you' probably three months after the mission when he was visiting one weekend.
Probably a month or so after that, I invited Bob, to come stay with me at my family's house for a long weekend. He agreed, and my family loved him.
Not long after that, he invited me to Texas to stay with his family for Labor Day Weekend. It was a slightly traumatizing experience only because I was really nervous, but the Floyd's were amazing. His sisters were so sweet and excited to meet me. His mother was a literal angel, and it makes complete sense that he is the way he is. His father was working most of the time, but he was still very welcoming and happy to have Bob home for the weekend. Bob looked elated the entire time we were there. He would help out his mom in the kitchen and follow his sisters around doing whatever they were doing or needed. It was sweet.
To the present, both Bob and I got an invite to Penny and Maverick's wedding. In all honesty, I think I was more of a plus one, but also included in an invite because they knew me and knew I would come with Bob anyway.
"Are we ready to go?" Bob smiled, sticking his head into the bathroom of our shared hotel room as I finished tying up my hair.
"Just about ready." I sighed, taking one last look in a mirror, deeming everything put together enough. "You look very handsome." I smiled, giving him a quick peck before pulling on my shoes and opening the door to leave.
"You look absolutely gorgeous." He whispered in my ear as he stood next to me in the elevator, his arm wrapped around me.
"Thanks, Robbie." I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder until the elevator dinged and opened.
The two of us made our way to the car and drove to the Hard Deck where the wedding was being hosted on the beach outside. Pulling up at the bar, we got out, Bob opening my door for me. We walked inside, hand in hand, watching the groups of pilots and sailors in uniform and Penny's friends and family dressed in their nicest clothes.
"Baby on Board!" Hangman boomed, coming up to us, Payback right behind him. "Looking beautiful, Taylor." He smirked, reaching forward to give me a quick hug, which i returned laughing lightly at his compliment.
"Hey guys." I smiled, giving Payback a hug as well as Hangman went to give Bob a hug.
"Well, look who finally showed up." Rooster smirked, walking over with Phoenix, drinks in hand.
"Lou! I missed you." Phoenix grinned, throwing her arms around me.
"I missed you too Tash." I murmrued into her hair. "You look great."
"So do you." She smiled. "Can't believe Mav actually popped the question."
"You and me both, Phoenix." Rooster chuckled, looking around. "We should probably go sit down. I think everything is about to start."The group made their way to to a row of seats waiting for everyone to start going down the isle.
The wedding was beautiful. Penny looked amazing in her dress. Maverick was adorable the whole time, a huge grin on his face. I danced the night away with Bob and occasionally Hangman when Bob decided he would rather sit down for a bit. It was fun. I liked being back around these people having fun, enjoying life.
"I love you Lou." Bob murmured in my ear as we swayed side to side on the dance floor as lights shown down on everyone. "Thank you for coming here with me."
"Robbie, I would come with you anywhere, I love you too." I beamed, resting my head on his shoulders.
omg thinking about how bob floyd would be so achingly patient and kind with a shy!reader. he’d encourage you to take your time to say what you want to say, and he’d be really understanding and never give you grief for your shyness <3 ugh I love him !!
So sorry this took so long to get to mal! But I hope you enjoy it anyway <3
You’re frustrated, you can’t seem to get your thoughts together or get them out and you feel like Bob is going to get irritated with you.
It’s an irrational thought, Bob could never be irritated with you.
“Bob I’m sorry,” you mumble, laying your head in your hands as you try to even your breathing.
“Sorry for what, darling?” Bob rubs his hands up and down your arms.
“I’m no good at being with your friends. I’m not good at conversation with them and it’s always so weird.”
Bob’s knees click as he stoops down, wanting to catch your eyes as you hide your face on your work table.
“Hey,” his voice is soft and sweet, hands warm as they coax your face from your hands. “You’re plenty good at talking to them.”
You shake your head, nibbling on your lip as you look at Bob. “Everyone’s so fun and not shy and then there’s me who can’t even look them in the eyes for more than five seconds.”
Bob tuts, leaning into your space with a frown. “Doesn’t matter to them, darling. Don’t forget I don’t talk much to them either.”
You groan, “You’re their teammate it’s acceptable if you don’t talk to them. I’m the newbie.”
Bob chuckles, hands tugging you out from behind your table.
He pins you to the table with his hips, his hands on the table. “You’re not a newbie, you’re my girl. If you don’t talk to them while we’re all out it doesn’t bother them. Hangman does plenty chatter for everyone there.”
Bob’s blue eyes are hard to dismiss, clear and intense as he stares at you. “You can be as shy as you like, you can sit in silence the whole time we’re out and they wouldn’t care. Know why?”
You shake your head, Bob’s good at talking you down ledges you find yourself on. “Cause when you do talk, you’re always asking them about what they’re doing and what they like. So, if you have days where you don’t wanna chat, they’ll understand. Yeah?”
“Yeah, Robby.” Bob smiles, stamping a kiss to your lips.
fawn:( i'm feeling so sicky and sad:( can you write something for bob floyd taking care of a sick and sad reader please? bonus if she's neurodivergent :/ ily and ofc u don't have to write this !
Aw baby I hope you feel better! In the meantime, here’s Bob helping you feel just a smidge better
Cw: nausea, vomit (mentioned), general feelings of being ill
“Darling you’re pale.” Bob’s all worry as he finds you in the bathroom, kneeling before the toilet with a sweaty hand on your forehead.
You’ve been sick for the past week, your flu turning into a chesty cough, turning into nausea that has given you chills. You’ve not eaten anything for the last two days, past a couple spoonfuls of soup because Bob refused to let you go to bed hungry.
Now, you’re paying the price.
“Robby,” your voice is hoarse, eyes tired with dried tear tracks on your cheeks. “Feel horrible.”
You don’t want to throw up again, you don’t like this sweaty, head throbbing feeling and you just want to be better.
“I know angel,” he strokes your back, feeling the heat beaming off you. He doesn’t like that your fever is back. “Lean back baby, have some water.” You struggle to take a sip, hands shaking as they shadow Bob’s.
“I don’t like this,” you grumble, wiping at your face as more tears start falling. “I just want to be better.” Your voice is all choked up, face turning into Bob’s chest as your body shakes.
“We’re doing everything right darling,” he rubs your back, kissing your forehead as you begin to calm down. “How’s your stomach feeling? Settled?”
You nod, pitiful and ready for a shower. “I’m gonna fill up the tub and you’re gonna stay in there to break that fever, yeah?” You nod again.
Bob helps you in, letting you sit in the tepid water while he takes another go at making dinner for you.
He comes back just as the water goes freezing and finds you asleep on the lip of the tub. If you weren’t so sick he’d find you even more adorable. “Darling,” his palm cups water and watches it flow down your shoulder. “Wake up baby.”
Your eyes blink slowly and focus on the bowl in Bob’s other hand.
“I don’t think I can stomach it.” Your eyes water and you’re two seconds away from balling but Bob shushes you.
“It’s just fruit baby, they’re supposed to help with the nausea. You don’t have to eat all, just some.” He feeds you two wedges of pear and a couple banana coins before you’re ready to step out of the tub and get ready for bed.
“I got coconut water and pedialyte, have your pick.” You reach for the coconut water, sipping slowly as you sit. You’re feeling much better, a little stronger and like yourself but still weak. Bob notices and offers the bowl back to you, watching happily as you munch on the fruits and sip the coconut water.
