#penny benjamin

[brooklynbaby322]

Pete Mitchell your greed sickens me

[themissingmango]

[eclairemaire]

Meeting the Missus pt. 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Wife! Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: The Team finds out Bob is married and wants to meet the missus.

Warnings: Reader is described very similarly to Rhea Ripley, Reader and Bob are very much in love, No mention of Y/N used, Southern Reader (she's like all southern ladies sweet like iced tea, but can knock you on your ass if she has too), Express mentions of reader and Bob's Child, Lemme know if I missed any.

Word Count: 1.2K

Notes: This will be the final part of this series for now. I'm not sure how I want to continue the story. I hope everyone enjoys! If you have any requests, mine are open, and I will try to get to them. Enjoy!!

Everyone had started making their plates for lunch as you and Bob started to sort through what everyone brought. Nat brought hard seltzers and brownies. Payback brought a salad and a variety of dressings, and Sprite. Fanboy brought some homemade salsa and tres leches cake, along with some Mexican Cokes. Coyote brought oven-baked Mac ‘n cheese and fruit salad. Hangman brought ribs, banana pudding, and beer. Maverick, Penny, and Amelia brought a nice bottle of wine and sparkling grape juice for the girls so they wouldn’t feel left out later. Rooster brought sugar cookies from the grocery store and various snack foods.

After finishing sorting the rest of the food and drinks, Bob goes to help Riley make her plate, and you move to turn music on, the first song being Pink Floyd’s ‘Time’ from the Dark Side of the Moon album. Before moving back into the kitchen to make you a plate, grab some ribs, smoked sausage, mac and cheese, corn on the cob, chips, and ranch dip before heading out to the back patio.

Everyone had lots of food on their plates and had started eating before you had sat down. “This is some bomb food, Mrs. Floyd. I mean, I knew the food you made was good from how Bob’s always melting into his seat at lunch, but this is on a whole other level.” Fanboy said as he took a bite out of his burger.

“Thank you, Mickey,” you say as you start to eat food off your plate.

“So, I know everyone wants to know, how did you two meet?” Hangman asked as he looked between you and Bob.

“Well, it's kind of silly.” You say, making eye contact with Bob as you move to take a sip of your drink.

“It was back when I still rode broncos in rodeos. After I graduated from high school and before I enlisted in the Navy.” He said, picking at his food.

“Wait, you actually rode broncos?” Coyote asked, his face showing his disbelief.

“Hell yes he did, damn good at it too.” You exclaim as you scoop up some mac and cheese onto your fork. “That rodeo buckle I wore the first night at the hard deck was the one he got the night we met.” 

Hangman looked so surprised, “You won at a rodeo? I’ve been to many a rodeo; those broncos are brutal.” 

“I’d been riding my whole life, I was raised on a ranch, you know,” Bob said, turning to wipe some food off Riley’s face.

“Wait, what were you doing at the rodeo?” Maverick asked as he looked at you.

“I was there looking for work. I needed a job after high school, and I’d been going to and from ranches for as long as I could remember, so it was almost a no-brainer to try and get a job that dealt with livestock.” Turning to look at Bob, you continue to speak. “My grandparents had horses when my mama was growing up; she had always ridden, and even though we didn’t live in a rural area. I was taught when I was younger, and often spent time in the barns tending the animals.”

“I saw her when she was riding one of the mechanical bulls there -” “I’d never ridden a real bull, mind you.” You interjected as Bob mentioned the mechanical bull.

“Anyway, she was the only one who could stay on longer than anybody else. She was intimidating as shit back then.”

“Back then?” Nat asked incredulously, “She’s intimidating now.”

“NO, well, yes, you are still very intimidating,” Bob fumbled as he looked from Phoenix to you. He smiled at you before continuing with the story.

“I’d never seen anybody like her before. All the women in my life, while very strong in their own ways, were always soft in comparison to my wife. None of the girls I went to school with wanted to deal with hard labour, they would rather watcha movie, paint their nails, or do their hair and makeup.” He said, looking at you with adoration.

“Granted, I didn’t want to do that forever, example A, my life now,” You say, gesturing around you to your house and towards Riley.

“She was beautiful, and as she mentioned, looking for work. My dad hired her to help out on the ranch. We met her first day when I walked up on her changing into her work clothes behind our barn.” He huffed a laugh at the memory.

“We worked together for months before I worked up the nerve to ask her out. Then I enlisted in the Navy, and she went back to her hometown for college,” he said before shoveling some food into his mouth.

“We wrote letters to each other like total dorks and met up frequently while he was on leave. When we found out I was pregnant with Riley, we got married, and he took a few months off to help me with Riley after she was born, and then he got stationed at Lemoore, and we lived out there until we came here for the special detachment.” You say, looking around at everyone, and then your gaze landed on Riley. 

“Wait, so Bob, did you marry your first love?” Payback asked.

“No, I’d dated other people during high school,” Bob answered like that was obvious.

“What about you, Mrs. Floyd?” Penny asked as she spoke up.

“Me? No, actually, when we first met,” you start pointing between yourself and Bob, “I was at that rodeo with my girlfriend. We broke up shortly after I started working at the Floyd family ranch.” You say with a deadpan expression on your face. A few members of the squad looked shocked at your mentioning of a girlfriend, namely Payback and Coyote.

Rooster just huffed out through his nose, “I knew you were fruity somehow.” He said, pointing at you.

“You don’t get to call anybody fruity while you and Hangman dance around each other the way you have been, for as long as I’ve heard about you.” You point your fork at him with an eyebrow raised. Rooster raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Whoa, what did I do? I haven’t said anything.” Hangman asked, giving a brief glare in Rooster's direction, for somehow bringing the attention to their situation. You just gave him a pointed look.

“Mama?” Riley came to stand in front of you. “Can I have some dessert? And can Amelia and I go play games in the living room after?” She asks, her eyes were big, and she was giving you that look that you cannot deny.

“Sure, Bug, what do you want?” You ask as you stand and pick her up as you walk into the house. Yours and hers conversation fades out as you go inside.

Amelia went inside briefly after you and Riley. She had a vague idea as to what the team was going to start pestering Bob about and didn’t feel inclined to listen.

“So you got her pregnant before you married her?” Fanboy wiggled his eyebrows at Bob as he asked what everyone was thinking.

“Okay, do not say it like that, we were planning on having a kid, and we were both prepared for everything that could happen, plus it’s not like we had her when we were teenagers. We just so happened to have her before we got married.” Bob explained after sighing like his friends were his kids instead of his child, who was with you getting dessert inside. 

tags: @7dreambaby

[juniiebugg]

The Cowboy Hat Rule

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Bartender Reader

Summary: You run into Jake while working and some flirting ensues, leaving you with more questions than answers

Warning(s): Lightly veiled flirting, implied past with him but not really touched on, short blurb that I had intended to write more for but lowkey forgot about, teasing, Cowboy hat rule ofc, maverick x penny mentions, no reader description given but implied female, alcohol mentions (possibly incorrect), slightly suggestive? I think?, slight angst? because reader is fighting internally about dealing w/ Jake

a/n: Cross-posting from AO3 with this but slightly tweaked to read better... hopefully -- Also if anything is missing from the warnings that I should add pls lmk!!

Part 2

WC: 2,190

The sound of pool balls clinking and patrons talking floods your ears as you walk into the Hard Deck. Great. It's gonna be another busy shift. You barely take in the scenery of the crowded bar as you squeeze past patrons and make your way over behind the counter. Quickly rolling up your sleeves and getting your hair out of your face, you get ready for a long night.

Glancing over your shoulder, you spot Penny smiling at you with a glass in her hand. You give her a small wave and a lipped smile. She seems happy tonight. You let out a little chuckle as you move to grab some drinks for some patrons waving you down from across the bar.

Already in such high spirits, Mav must be around here somewhere...

After helping a few other customers with their drinks and closing a couple of tabs, you get a good glance around-- taking everything in. The dagger squad is over by the pool table causing a ruckus as per usual. Coyote and Fanboy are playing a game of darts and it's obvious who's going to win. Where is he? The regular old timers are chatting over by the window about something that you can't quite make out, but you're sure it's something about the price upcharge.

The music fades out to a new song. It's something upbeat and by the tune of it a country song. You don't even know why you bother glancing at the old jukebox in the corner, there isn't any other thing that could be producing that sound.

And then there it is-- there he is, you spot him.

Leaned ever so gracefully on that jukebox, drink in hand and a cowboy hat sat atop his head. Jake "Hangman" Seresin, resident asshat and known regular of the Hard Deck. Been here for quite some time even though that big top secret mission with the dagger squad was all done. You can say this with full trust, Penny wouldn't shut up about it and Maverick's involvement, so you know it's done and over with.

God you hate him. Always leaving this bar with a woman or two wrapped around his finger. Whether that be with his shit-eating grin or his way of sweet talking, he never leaves alone. Hasn't for a while now.

Always making you feel things that you know you can't and shouldn't...

You locked eyes with him and his eyes sort of... light up with amusement? Shit.

You quickly look away-- making yourself look busy, but you can feel his eyes on you still. Burning a hole into the back of your head. His stare felt like it could set you on fire. He's probably making his way over here but you can't seem to focus on that, not when you have work to do. When you finally hear his rough voice speak, you feel a rush of cold flow over you. Like someone just dumped ice cold water down your back.

"Hey darlin', got a staring problem now?"

You can hear his Texan drawl really come out when he speaks. Turning around so you come face to face with him, his green eyes are practically glowing as they follow your every move. Awaiting your response, you opt to huff out a no and swivel back around to help some patrons on the other side of the bar.

He lets out a small laugh, almost amused by your lack of attention towards him. His laugh makes your heart flutter a little.

"Ya' sure?" He questions you as he leans over the bar, you can't see his face but you can only imagine the look on his face right now. The drink he was once nursing sits empty in front of him when you turn to face him.

You can practically taste whatever musky cologne he slapped on for the night. You lean in slightly without realizing it. He tilts his head, grin ever so present and raises an eyebrow.

"You gonna answer me or you just gonna stare at me all pretty looking?"

You snap out of your little haze and back up a little, "Order a drink, or get off my bar, Seresin." You twist around as you hear your name somewhere behind you again. You don't have time for distractions. Even if it's him.

Leaning back from the bar, you expect him to go back, find some girl to chat up-- but instead he takes a seat. Still, that smirk has yet to drop. He sits there and waits like some dog. When you finally make your way back around to him, you send him a look basically going 'call my bluff or leave.'

He chooses the former, "I'll have a whiskey sour please and thank ya', sugar."

Sugar.

GOD the way it rolls off his tongue and make you feel some sort of way in places that you can't even begin to acknowledge. "Oh, and put it on Rooster's tab, will ya'?" His accent gets thicker as he continues speaking. You wonder if it sounds damn near incoherent when he gets drunk...

Turning to make his drink, you can feel his eyes on you. You want to say something but stop yourself. You set the whiskey glass in front of him, the sound of it hitting the wooden bar top sounds so dim to you. Blood is rushing through your ears and all you can focus on is your breathing.

His eyes make you feel like you're on fire. He takes a swig of his drink and glances around the bar but it seems his mind is elsewhere for the time being.

Your eyes leave his face and travel up, that damn cowboy hat. You never see him around here without it. You don't even know what you were thinking, it just seemed so... enticing?

Before you can stop yourself, you reach out and grasp the rim between your fingers. Barely ghosting over it, you feel his hand shoot up and grab your wrist. Your eyes shot to where he had latched on to. His hand looks so big compared to yours, a singular bein was all you could see protruding from his tan skin. Meeting his eyes, you see he's already looking at you.

Why?

"Protective over your hat hm, Seresin?" You tease him, but focusing on his eyes more intently you notice his pupils are slightly blown, nearly taking over the beautiful green that usually adorns them. His ears have this dusty red color creeping onto them as the only other indicator that he was affected by... something? He seems a bit flustered but you can't wrap your head around why. He gulps softly and brings your hand off the hat and back to rest on the bar top softly.

You hear the song in the background switch, but it's indiscernible. All you can hear is your own heart thumping in your chest as you try to keep your expression unchanging. Not letting him know how much he's affecting you tonight and yet you have a feeling he already knows.

Taking another sip of his drink he slightly tilts his head to the side as if to signal a 'no' response. Tightening his grip on the glass as he breathes out slowly, seemingly trying to find the right words to say.

"Mm only a little you know," he slowly loosens his grip and pushes the drink forward in front of him. Swallowing hard he continues speaking, "Cowboy's are known to keep their hats to themselves."

"Huh, 's that so?" You practically are mumbling at this point, in a trance you can't seem to shake . Without a word shared between the two of you, you both just stare into each other's eyes. It feels like forever just getting lost in that murky swarm of green. That is until you hear a yell that sounds somewhat similar to your name. This seems to snap you both out of whatever the hell that was.

Right, you're on the clock damn it.

"Distracted tonight?" You can practically hear the smile in Penny's voice before you even turn and see it for yourself. Maverick is sitting behind her at the bar with a beer in his hand. Blue Moon? Maybe a Coors Light? You can't make out the label from just a glance. You can see he has a grin on his face too, and that damn look he likes to think he doesn't have.

Penny shifts her gaze off of yours to behind you, to his. "And you, what are you doing chatting up my best bartender?" The way she looks says it seems lighthearted, but her tone of voice means business.

Thanks for the save, Pen.

After that the shift runs about as smoothly as it could. No more Hangman, for tonight at least. After Penny's comment, he seemingly disappears. Supposedly he dragged Rooster and Coyote's drunk asses out of the bar according to Bob. He says something along the lines of, "he had one of those looks on his face, ya' know?" And then shimmied out of the bar with a tipsy Natasha leaned up against him.

You take a glance at the clock on the wall, two a.m.

Closing time.

You started grabbing discarded beer cans, and any other trash you could find around the bar. What a mess a whole bunch of navy men and women can make. You glance over your shoulder and catch Maverick still sitting at the bar chatting with Pen. Then he catches your glance back towards them. You flip back over and continuing cleaning up by the pool table He must've taken the glance as a 'get out' look because not long after you hear the light pitter-patter of footsteps on the hardwood floor leading to the exit.

The doors to the Hard Deck creaking as they open and shut.

"So, Hangman again?"

You let out a sigh as you turn to face Penny. She has a hand on her hip and a cocked brow. "Yes-- maybe? I don't know." You can't even give her a solid answer. Thoughts swirl through your head and uncertainty fills your body. You look away from her gaze, attempting to seem uninterested in the conversation suddenly.

"Naval Aviators' are trouble and you know it."

I know. You know she knows this too.

"They're just a bit rough around the edges, 'is all," you brush past her and grab a couple glasses left at the bar to put to clean in the back washer. Still, persistent on talking to you, she follows closely behind.

"I'm only looking out for you," she hollers back towards you. You can hear the tone in her voice shift, something between worry and hesitant. Again you know. "I know Pen, there's just something to him that just--"

"Something that just drives you in?" She cuts you off with a knowing look. You let out an aspirated laugh and a soft yeah.

"But Penny, there's something to 'im that makes me wanna dive deep. Get to know him-- take him out as Jake, not Hangman." Biting the inside of your cheek after blurting all that out. You could feel the sweet burn of the cut and the iron taste of blood from doing so.

A slight flush settles on your face as you avert your gaze to anywhere but towards her.

Penny chuckles at this, "That reminds me of how I thought of Pete before becoming entangled with him," she stops for a moment to reminisce before continuing, "The first time I went with my gut, it crashed and burned."

You met her eyes after she says this, "And the second time?"

You both walk from the back and toards the center bar, in stride with one another. She takes a beat to think on what you said before finally responding, "It was love," voice light as a feather.

It was like she was scared to admit it out loud, afraid of someone other than you guys hearing as if you both weren't alone. Yet, she has this smile on her face, a pink blush flushed her cheeks. You reach the bar and both take a seat on one of the stools.

"If you really want to go for it, sweetheart, then I say follow your gut and go for it."

Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding and looking away towards the dart board. Your head hurts even just talking about this. Your heart feels heavy and doubt swirls around-- encapsulating every part of your being.

But deep down your chest burns sweetly, heart pounding at her approval. She's always been there for you ever since you started at the Hard Deck. Not quite a mother-figure but something akin to the sorts, so it hurts when she says those words. It almost feels too good to be true.

You swallow harshly as you try to find the words, "But what if it crashes?" She grasps your hand as you say this.

Holding your hand tenderly in her own, she says softly, "Then you try again or let it go."

[elusive-honeydew]

top gun maverick characters as bumper stickers

[touchysoft]

[incorrectdaggersquad]

Maverick: Today I realised I'm old.

Penny: What happened?

Maverick: I fell in the hall and instead of laughing, Rooster came running to see if I was ok.

Penny:

Maverick I saw fear in his eyes.

(x)

[wngmn]

See the ending scene where Penny and Amelia pulled up to the hangar? Except Mav doesn't realize they're there until he spots Amelia. But you can't convince me he didn't hear the car coming cuz he lives in the middle of the freaking desert. It's not like they were expecting doordash. So they clearly heard the car and were expecting someone.

You know who they thought arrived? Jake.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.