Robert Bob Floyd - Blog Posts

Bradshaw’s

hello there! i’m ollie and im just testing out my writing style here, i hope you enjoy!

summary: Robin and Rooster engage in an argument causing them to miss the warnings of a storm coming in⛈️

Pairings: Robin Bradshaw (my oc)X Bob floyd, established relationship(🤭)

warnings: swearing, arguing, injury (not detailed tho), Bit angsty lol!

Please lmk if there are any spelling or grammar errors 🫶

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“Rooster were falling really behind, we gotta move!” Robin shouted into her mask, desperate trying to get her team leader to pick up the pace. She knew if they failed the practice course again, flying the actual mission would be out of the question.

“No, we can make up time in the straight away, maintain your speed!” Rooster ordered back at her. To her annoyance, they reached the target but a minute late, meaning they had aloud time for the enemy planes to attack.

“Great, maverick is gonna kill us.” Payback sighed over coms.

“Maybe, but we reached the target how could he kill us for that.” Rooster barked back.

“You don’t get it do you? If we flew at your speed on the actual mission, we’d be dead right now.” Robin argued,

“You don’t know that!”

“Were not flying fast enough, the enemy would have intercepted us by now you stupid fuck!”

“Then it’s a dogfight!”

“Against 5th generation fighters? yeah right.” Robin scoffed. Between the twos bickering they’d failed to pick up on the strong winds they had flown into. Payback and Fanboy had been long back to base at this point, leaving the siblings to argue. They had been greeted by the other aviators who were confused at the absence of the Bradshaws. Especially a one WSO.

“Payback? Where’s Robin? Did you leave her and rooster out there?” Bob questioned the taller man as he walked towards to hanger, Payback just stayed silent, not wanting to escalate the situation,Bob lunged towards him in an attempt to strike his face but he was held back by Fanboy,“You asshole! How could you leave her? Did you even try to warn them?”

“Lieutenant Floyd, I think thats quite enough.” Cyclone shouted, allowing Payback to explain his piece.

Straightening his flight suit after the tussle, sending daggers towards Bob,

“We tried to warn them about the storm, but they were to busy arguing about speed and time to notice, Im sure they’ll be fine-“

Payback answered before being cut off by a sudden flash then thunder clap. A worried look adorned the aviators faces, racing to the communications room. Phoenix flicked on the radio to hear the panicked shout of Rooster.

“Robin! Eject! Eject!” he kept repeating but she wasn’t listening,

“No-I can- I can do it.” her voice was frantic, focused on trying to save herself from crashing. Her F-18 had been struck by lightning and her engines were starting to die one by one and she was getting to close to the ground.

“Robin you need to eject now! You can’t save the jet but you can save yourself! Think about Bob!” Rooster attempted to plead with her, when Robin heard Bobs name she looked down her the ring on her finger, remembering the promise she made to him. She knew she couldn’t fix it but ejecting from the plane seemed like the worst case scenario for Robin as it was the only part of flying she feared the most,the fear stemmed from her father and the stories her mother used to tell her about when he used to fly, and how an ejection from a jet going wrong was what killed her father. But with no other way of fixing the flames starting to creep up the wings Robin knew what she had to do to get back to Bob. A final attempt of re-engaging the engines failed and they all finally gave out, the jet fell eerily silent it was now too late for any Maverick type manoeuvre the only option was for Robin to eject, with a deep breath to clear her head Robin reached for the handles and pulled hard, sending her flying into the air away from her jet, away from her brother and away from where anyone could probably find her.

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Ringing. Was the first thing Robin heard when she came to. Her right cheek was pressed firmly into the dessert sand that had dried up signalling to Robin she’d been out here for a while as the storm was long gone. Waves of pain started to make their way across her body as she tried to move and assess her injuries, it took all her effort to just press her palms to the ground and try to sit up. However she only managed to flip herself onto her back, sending a shock of pain through her body. Attempting to look around was hindered impossible by the sun that was now beating down on her bare face, compared with the fatal storm that had brought her jet down in the first place. Looking down at her hands she noticed her ring still firmly on her finger, sighing to herself as she thought that she would’ve have definitely lost it.

She thought about the day Bob had gave it to her, it wasn’t long after they arrived at top gun. She had found a note attached to her helmet in the locker room reading that she should meet Bob on the beach after their class that day, unfortunately for Robin, Bob had not grown up near top gun so he got lost while trying to get back to where he’d set up his proposal. By this point Robin had figured out what he was trying to do and had said “Bob, i don’t care where we are or how you do it just ask me to marry you will you? i’ve been waiting too long!” Robin chuckled to herself as she remembered Bobs face when he found out she knew, of course she did, Bradshaw’s know everything.

Robin sighed to herself, bring her mind back to the present and her current situation, she couldn’t do anything but wait for search and rescue, as down here she couldn’t fully asses her injuries but by the amount of pain she was in she knew they weren’t going to be easy to fix. Pulling off her helmet she felt an agonising pain where her goggles had been, she brought a hand up towards her forehead running over where she thought the pain was coming from, she felt something drying onto and into her hair, blood. Her major senses were impaired, she couldn’t feel anything, hear anything other than ringing or hardly see anything due to her glasses being shattered when her head hit the ground.

The relief she felt when she saw the blurred out line of a search and rescue medic coming towards her was immense, she felt tears pricking her eyes. There was someone behind the medic dressed in a pilots uniform but Robin couldn’t make out who it was.

“Robin! Oh my god! Hey its gonna be okay, you’ll be okay. Don’t panic.” a muffled familiar voice said as they knelt down beside Robin. Rooster beckoned over to the medic that it was safe before attempting to comfort his sister.

She opened her mouth the speak but nothing came out, she wanted to scream and tell them how much pain she was in but she couldn’t make a sound. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and that she wanted Bob to know she loved him too, but her voice was course and quiet so Rooster couldn’t hear her over the helicopter propelers

The medic brought over a stretcher and called Rooster to help move the younger girl onto it. But the pain of being hoisted onto a flat surface overcame Robin and her world went black before they even reached the helicopter.

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feeling very whore-ish at the moment

did we ever get a follow up on that night with bob? the 7th date one where he ate us out twice? pls my brain is short circuiting i need to know if we get to fuck him💔

Not only did we fuck him, we also learned another surprising thing about Bob: he has a raging size kink. Aka Full of Surprises Part 2: Electric Bugaloo

Warning: fem reader,  language, unprotected sex, Bob has a huge dick, Bob is also a sweet precious bean, size kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, slight dacryphilia (depends on how you look at it) just wrote 3.8K of porn, don't look at me

Being with Bob Floyd was the closest thing to euphoria.

When you were with him, you felt at ease and as light as a feather.

All he had to do was look at you with that sweet lopsided grin and joy would pulse through your veins.

It was why you didn’t mind pausing as you two both recovered from your previous activities and just laid in bed, kissing one another before continuing. 

“I love kissing you,” Bob whispered before pressing another kiss to your cheek, then the tip of your nose before moving down to your lips. 

A giggle escaped as you weaved your hands into his hair, fingers gently grasping at the now soft, ungelled curls, “Could have been doing it a lot sooner." 

"I know," Bob groaned, shaking his head, "I wanted to, like really bad. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." 

Of course he didn’t. Even after making you fall apart on his mouth twice, make sure you were at ease was still at the forefront of Bob’s mind. 

"Well," your fingers traced the soft skin of his broad shoulders, "I think it's safe to say we are now very comfortable with each other." 

He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips. How was this man real? More importantly, how was he in your bed? 

That was something to figure out later. Right now, you were too busy soaking in the sensation of his body on top of yours, lips attached to your neck, and what just brushed against your thigh? 

Your hunch was confirmed when he rolled his hips against yours again. 

It shouldn't have been a surprise. Out of all the things you learned tonight about Bob, this one shouldn't have come as a shock.

He wasn't short, far from it. You barely came up to his chin. When he cupped your face, his thumbs would rest comfortably along your jawline while the rest of his hands covered your whole neck. He was able to lift you up like it was nothing, for crying out loud. 

So out of all the things you learned about Robert Floyd tonight, the fact he was well-endowed shouldn't be a surprise.

And yet, here you were, mouth open and eyes wide as saucers when you saw just the tip of his cock peeking out from his boxers, resting against one of his pale thighs. 

That was just the tip?

Was it even going to fit?

"You okay?" His voice was full of concern. His cerulean eyes never left your face. 

"I um….y-you're big." You mentally kicked yourself as soon as the words came out of your mouth. 

A hand flew up to the back of his neck, rubbing the warm skin, "Uh yeah I…that's why I wanted to get you used to my fingers. We um, we don't have to-" 

"No! I mean, that was a 'no' to the idea of us not doing something. Sorry it's," you sighed, bringing a pillow to cover your face, "it's been a while and I've forgotten what's proper etiquette but I know exclaiming that you have a big dick isn't it." 

Bob couldn't help but chuckle, though there was no malicious intent behind it. Usually he was the one rambling and getting flustered. As nice as it was that the tables had turned for once, he didn't like that you were hiding. 

"Don't hide that beautiful face from me, darlin'," it wasn't meant to be a command. But the way his voice was low and raspy made your thighs clench. 

He gently pulled the pillow away, revealing your flustered face. There wasn’t any hint of ego on his face (despite having a very big reason to). Instead his face was sweet, a soft smile adorning his handsome face. 

"I'm sorry," you blurted out. 

Bob shrugged, "For what? I mean, it's kinda….well, hard to miss. Can't exactly hide it, y'know." 

You giggled, instantly feeling more relaxed, "Do you normally talk about your dick size in bed or should I feel very special?" 

"You should feel special," Bob's hands cupped the sides of your face, bringing your lips to his for a brief moment, "because you're absolutely incredible." 

His lips trailed away from yours, moving down to your neck, past your collarbone, until they reached your chest. Your back arched as his mouth took one of your nipples, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive skin. 

"R-Robby," you gasped when his fingers traced your entrance. 

The way you moaned his name was addicting. Bob had to stop his hips from rolling against the bed, knowing now just how easily he could come from watching you fall apart on his fingers. 

Instead, he watches, memorized by how your cunt stretches to accommodate his thick fingers. His cock twitched at the thought of how it would feel, desperate to have a turn. 

He knows you like him, and he's ninety-five percent positive you're the one for him. Which is why he doesn't want to rush things. 

A groan escapes your lips, your hips buckling up to meet his fingers, despite shaking your head, "I'm-I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." 

Bob chuckled, leaning over so that his face was mere inches away from yours, fallen dark blonde locks tickling your forehead. 

"Ya say that like it's a bad thing, darlin'." Prior to tonight, you had never seen that smirk on his face. It was the closest to cocky that Bob had been and you really shouldn't find it fucking hot but here you were. 

"W-wanna come on your cock," you whined. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his fingers, you loved them inside of you. But now that you knew, you were desperate to know how his cock felt. 

His blue eyes widened as his hand stilled its movements. Bob opened his mouth as if to speak, and then promptly closed it, your words replaying over and over in his brain. 

Fuck. 

Once his brain came back online after short-circuiting, Bob found himself quickly removing his boxers, tossing the undergarment somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. He could pick it up afterwards. 

A joke about being eager was on the tip of your tongue. Though it died as soon as Bob wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and placing you on his lap. 

For someone lean and lanky, he was deceptively strong. 

Any and all thoughts left your brain when his cock slid through your slicked folds. Bob couldn't help but smirk; the person who sought him out, who asked him out, now a moaning mess from just feeling his cock against you. If he had more stamina, he would continue; brush his hardened cock against your clit, drawing out high-strung moans until you made a mess with your own cum. 

Another time. 

It felt exhilarating, knowing there would be more times in the future. You didn't even flinch when he laid you back down on the bed, a pillow now flushed against your hips. You raised an eyebrow, confused by the action. 

“It um…it helps with….y’know.” 

Bob was going to do this right. 

"Please tell me you have lube." It took a few seconds to process his words, as you were too busy registering the fact he was able to manhandle your body without a second thought. 

"Why would we-" 

"We're gonna need it. Makes it easier." The fact he said it with zero doubt, because he knew it was true and he wanted you comfortable, made your head spin. You were used to guys either treating you like a rag doll or as if you were made out of glass. 

But Bob Floyd treated you like you were made of starlight. One that was capable of thoughts, one that deserved having things explained, not to downplay your intelligence, but because you deserve to know. 

It was subtle and the worst part was that he probably didn't think anything of it. To Bob, this was how he would treat anyone he cared about.

But to you, it meant everything. So much that it made your heart swell. 

Meanwhile, Bob was frozen because while he definitely heard you say that you had lube in the top drawer of your dresser, his mind was on another thing that happened to be in his wallet, which was now somewhere on your bedroom floor. 

"I uh-I have a condom in my wallet. Not that I usually carry one around. I mean, obviously I do but like, I didn’t like, actively go out, buy one, and put it in my wallet. One of my buddies gave it to me as a joke and I figured y'know, it's good to have in case I or anyone else needs it. Not that I expect to, you know, it's just it's good to always be prepared just uh just in case. I was a boy scout and they always emphasize that part, being prepared. They didn’t relate it to having sex safely, the context for them was more about carrying a first aid kit and I really should stop talking about that and check if the condom hasn’t expired-"

"God, you're so fucking cute," you sat up, hands reaching out to grab his broad shoulders, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. 

"T-thanks," Bob mumbled, glad you found his rambling endearing, as well as that you cut him off before he began talking about his Eagle Scout project. 

"I have an IUD. I also wasn't planning on being with anyone besides you." Bob's eyes widened, but instead of regret or fear (the emotions you were used to receiving), there was joy? 

"R-really? Because I feel the exact same way but didn't want to assume anything or-" 

"Have I not made it obvious that I'm crazy about ya Robby?" 

A rosy tint dusted his cheeks as he looked down, "Didn't want to assume." 

"Well, you don't have to assume," you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his, "I like you a lot. So quit assuming I don't." 

“So it….wouldn’t be wrong of me to assume that like, we’re going steady? Like officially-”

“I want you to be my boyfriend, if that’s what you’re asking Robby.” You could feel the smile he had as he kissed you

He gently squeezed your hands, smiling at the reassurance, "Can I make love to you?" 

"I'd love nothing more, Robby." 

Love. 

It's like music to his eyes, hearing the word come out of your mouth. 

He knows it's too soon, and in the back of his mind, he's yelling to himself why did you pick that word don't scare her. But with that sweet smile of yours, it's easy to drown out that nagging voice, and instead focus on the fact he's definitely falling in love with you. 

"Um, where did you say the lube was? Got distracted by that smile of yours." Heat rushes to your face from his words, and you nearly forget to give him an answer. 

With a quickness you had never seen from him, Bob located and applied the lube. Yes it was rude to stare, but it was hard not to look at his dick when it was that noticeable. 

A large hand gently cupped half of your face, "You'll tell me if it's too much, right?" 

"Course," you mumbled against his lips, your hips brushing against his. 

The chuckle he let out made your heart flutter, "I know darlin', I'm excited too. Don't wanna hurt ya." 

You could never hurt me Robby was on the tip of your tongue. But it died upon feeling the head of his cock enter you. The stretch was a delicious pain that made you throw your head back. Your hands dug into his back, leaving half-crescents along his skin. 

Bob's head dropped down to your chest, his mouth taking in one of your hardened nipples. It was a tried and true method; distract you from the initial pain with something more pleasurable. His eyes never left your face, on the lookout for any sign of discomfort. 

The grip you had on him relaxed, your back arching as his teeth gently tugged on the hardened bud. 

"Robby." His name came out in the form of a strangled whine, your cunt still adjusting to the sheer size of him. 

"You okay baby?" He asked before switching to your other breast. 

"Y-yeah. You c-can move now, n-now that it's all-" 

"Darlin', I'm only halfway in ya." 

Fuck. 

"Wait, what?" How quick your voice changed from desperate to shock was near comical. 

Bob tried to stifle his laugh, instead just shrugging, "I….I told ya it was a lot." 

"I didn't realize, I mean, I know you said it was big, but I didn't realize it meant-" Jesus Christ.

"I get it, I know plenty of guys who have said they had nine inches when they really meant five." 

The comment was so unexpected from Bob, you couldn't help but laugh. He joined you, feeling at ease despite that he was halfway inside of you and you felt fucking incredible. 

He peppered your face with light kisses as he slowly inched more of himself into you. As the moments passed, your body began to get used to him. 

"Gonna start movin' now, 'kay?" You nodded eagerly, your fingers gripping the ends of his dark blonde hair. 

"Fuck, Robby!" 

"D-darlin." 

He felt incredible, making you feel a fullness that had your back arching. Had that ever happened before? You thought that was just some made up shit you read in-

All thoughts left your head when the head of his cock brushed against your sensitive walls. Without even thinking about it, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. 

Bob was trying to think of everything under the sun that would keep himself from coming before you did, which normally wasn't a struggle. 

But you? You felt incredible.

Every sound that escaped your lips was enchanting. If you were a siren, he was diving head first to answer your call. It was mesmerizing watching you react to taking all of him; your lips slightly parted, your fingers grasping at the sheets as his thrusts increased in intensity. Your thighs trembled as he bottomed out once more, eyes widening as you process that he's finally completely inside of you and holy shit. 

Bob wasn't sure what he had done to deserve an angel like you, but he was fucking grateful for it. 

"R-Robby," your voice reduced to nothing but strangled whines, "S'big."

"Fuck, you were made f'me," Bob's voice was low and strained against your ear. His words, combined with the desperate panting that fell from his lips with every thrust, made the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. 

The only thing you could muster that resembled speech were longing whines. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, to be stretched by him, to have his cock brush against that sensitive spot that sent you tumbling closer to the edge. That no one had ever felt this good, had been this good to you. 

But that would require the ability to form coherent thoughts. 

"Ya gettin' close baby?" His drawl was thicker. Prior to Bob, you didn't think of Midwestern accents as hot. But his voice was addicting. 

You simply nodded, head now buried in the crook of his neck. 

"Don't worry, I got ya." He brought two fingers up to his mouth, coating them with his tongue. 

The sight had you whining. Call it being greedy, but you wanted all of him. 

"Ya wanna help?" You nodded your head, lips parting to allow his fingers into your mouth. 

"Such a sweet girl," He practically cooed, watching as you took the two digits up to his knuckle. 

The grunt he let out upon feeling your throat tightened as you gagged on his fingers was downright animalistic. It didn't help that Bob could feel how much it turned you on, your cunt clenching  around his cock at the sound. 

 His fingers left your mouth to trail down to where your bodies met and began drawing right circles on your clit. 

At this point, you were ninety percent certain that you were shouting Bob's name. It was hard to tell, between the bed creaking with every thrust, the downright sinful grunts Bob let out everytime he felt your walls tighten, getting closer and closer to the edge. All this, plus the sound of skin slapping against skin? Who could think about noise complaints? 

Your neighbors could get fucked. 

His lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, teeth all but clashing against yours as his tongue became familiar with your mouth. 

"W-wanna ride you," you mumbled against his shoulder, hips buckling against his. 

Bob simply shook his head,  despite how tempting your offer was, "Gotta get ya used to me, darlin'. Next time, 'kay?" 

Next time. Next time. You knew it would be at least a couple of days until next time, that you (and your cunt) would need time to rest and recover and you already knew that in itself was going to be torture because fuck, no one had ever made you feel this good before. 

But you couldn't wait for the next time. 

"C'mon darlin'. Wanna see if ya feel just as good comin' on my cock as ya do on my fingers. Think ya can do that f'me?"

Maybe you nodded. Perhaps you even gave Bob a verbal response. You weren't sure, as your brain had gone fuzzy while white hot pleasure overtook your body. 

Bob was surprised he could still thrust in and out of your cunt, considering how tightly it was clenching his cock as you came. The sight of your head thrown back, eyes closed, as the rest of your body withered in pleasure was enough for him. 

Your eyes opened upon hearing the most beautiful sound; a deep, guttural moan as Bob's hips stuttered before coming inside of you. 

There had to be other ways to get him to make those sinfully sweet noises. 

For the next few minutes, the only sounds in your room was your overhead fan and heavy panting as you and Bob attempted to catch your breath. 

Fuck, he came a lot. 

"Was that, um, was that-" 

"That was fucking incredible." Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, "Could go for another round if I'm being honest." 

Bob groaned in frustration, "I wanna be able to fuck you within the next few days, not weeks." 

You whined in response as he began to shift his body, the grip your legs had around his waist tightening. 

"Darlin', I don't wanna hurt ya," he knew you would be sore, even if you didn't feel it yet. Bob knew you would tomorrow, hell probably even later tonight. 

"No! Robby, please. N-need you. Need you s'bad." The idea of being empty, of being without him was awful. 

He didn't want to hurt you. 

But he could help wash your sheets. 

"Think you can come f'me one more time?" His voice was raspy as he pulled out. Confusion melted away into pleasure when you felt his cock drag through your soaked folds. 

He was thick and still hard, which baffled you. You were used to 'one and done'. You were used to men rolling over and falling asleep after they fucked you, not even bothering to check if you actually came. 

"You looked s'good, takin' all of me," He cooed. The praise made your head spin. 

Your hips jerk upwards, trying to catch him, but Bob sees right through it. His large hands are able to hold you down and you're honestly not sure if that was better or worse. 

"I told ya darlin', don't wanna hurt ya. Need to take a break," His gruff voice was stern. 

You gasped when the head of his cock dragged against your clit. Bob could already recognize the tall tale signs that you're close; your back arching, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, your whines increasing in pitch. 

He zeroed in on the swollen bundle of nerves, eliciting a near scream from you as you began to come undone on his cock. 

Bob couldn't help it, he tried not to curse that often. But the sight of you soaking his dick with your come caused his brain to go blank. 

What was definitely a scream came out from your lips when you felt his cock slip back inside your cunt. Your hands reached up, tugging at his hair, earning a near-growl from Bob. 

“I can’t get enough of ya. Feel s’fucking good,” each word was punctured by a thrust, “Look so pretty like this.”

As your lips parted, three fingers slid into your mouth. The sudden lack of oxygen, the sensation of his calloused fingers against your tongue, had you nearly gagging on the thick digits. 

Tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. In the back of your mind, this should be painful. Maybe you should tell Bob to stop, he would listen after all. 

But god it felt so damn good. You felt high off the immense pleasure you were experiencing, the big wave brought on by your previous orgasm having melded into small waves of pleasure. Small moans dribbled past his fingers, your hips weakly trying to meet his. 

In the back of his mind, Bob knew he should pause, should stop and ask if you wanted to still continue. But he also knew how much you enjoyed it, despite the tears. 

But that didn’t stop him from dipping his head down to your face, soft lips kissing away the tears. 

“Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He directed. How did he know that? They certainly didn’t teach that in Eagle Scouts. Or maybe they did during the swimming badge?

His cock brushed against that one spot you swore folks were making up and your mind went blank. Amidst the deep haze, his fingers leave your mouth, hooking themselves under your chin, forcing you to look upwards so he could kiss you again. 

God, did he love kissing you. 

More than the fact you made him come now three times in one night. More than the fact you were currently soaking his cock, back careening off the bed as you continued to come. 

"Oh, R-Robby." 

But that nickname, that made his heart swell, that made him feel truly at ease, made him feel like himself -not Robert or Bob- when you called him that? 

That was a close second. 

Your arms wrapped themselves around his torso, your head resting on his broad shoulder as you began to recover from tonight's excursions. 

"Stay for a little bit. Like being full of you, Robby." 

Fuck, he needed to buy a ring tomorrow. 

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I don’t mean to be that person, but people are thirsty af on Tumblr and I’m not sure how ro feel about it. I mean like, they just be letting their sexual desires and the “hoe” in them come out over celebrity and fictional men. I feel like I’ve entered fandom hell and heaven at the same time.

Rant time of the day.

So , I was running late to pick up this Lady that I babysit kid’s and I had to pick up one of her kids at the field house because she has practice for a sport there. I told her that I would be running twenty minutes late at first and she’s like and i quote “that’s not good.” I was hoping she’d atleast understand because you know, life. Because of that, I was like, okay I’ll be there in ten minutes then and hope I don’t run over anyone tonight because I’ll be flying. I typed in where I thought I was going to go and I was like okay, I should be there in about four minutes. I told her that and she’s like okay. So I go to where Google Maps tells me to go and then I was like, I’m in the dark and I’m by a bunch of apartments, this doesn’t look right. She calls with her daughter on the line and I was like i think i’m here, but I’m having trouble finding where it’s and she’s like, just look up the fieldhouse, they should have it on Google. I was like, okay. I unknowingly was like okay and then looked it up, turns out I went the wrong place and it was going to take me atleast six more minutes than I’d promised her. So I was like, okay; I’ll just need to drive really fast. Mind you, this was like at 7 at night and where I live is very dark at night-you’ll need to know that for later reference. So I go over to the actual destination. To make a long rant short, she kept calling me and asking if I was there yet, while I was driving. I mean, this lady had no chill. I was like chill out and calm down, I’ll pick up your kid when I pick up your kid. Im not going to abandon her like some idiot. I keep following where Maps was taking me and she like literally calls five minutes later and is like where the heck are you? You’re now going to be late to pick up so and so… and you need to plan ahead when you’re picking up children. I was like I know I’m sorry and life just gout in the way and I really can’t control that. I didn’t say that to her, it I was like I’m sorry. And so I keep driving around this dark area and hope I don’t hit anyone, all the while while I’m talking to her and she’s like gettin impatient with me, like really impatient with me. I even told her I was following Google maps and telling her it was telling me I was three minutes away and I even told her what freaking street I was on. Then she’s like and very rudely, I might add just go to the high school, can you do that? Drive to the High School. I was like, okay I can do that. So I drive to the high school because I at least know where that is in the dark corner of the town. I drive over there, but I don’t know how to get to the field house because I saw it(finally). Also, this lady is horrible at describing things and telling people where things are, so that was partly the reason why it was hard to figure out where the field house was. She never said anything about the field house being on school property and was all like it’s across from the high school. So I literally thought it was across from the high school. Also, again, Google maps was leading me somewhere entirely different. At this moment, I was like maybe ten minutes late picking up her daughter and she was being no freaking help and getting frustrated with me. Anyways, I go into school parking lot and I wait at the front. She freaking calls again and is like are you there yet? I was like, I’m in the parking lot, but like I can’t see her. Then she had the audacity to be like in a rude way go inside and go get her. She’s not going to know that you’re outside. That caught me off guard and then she started saying all these other things to me and at that moment, I was just ready to give up and tell this sassy and stuck up lady that I was done and she can pick up her own freaking child. Like atleast she should be grateful that I’m taking time out of my day to pick up your child who is probably spoiled because of you. I park and go inside and knock on the gym door because atleast they could help me a little better. A guy comes out and I was like, do you know how I get to the field house?

He didn’t really know, but if he could remember from previous times, there was a road that led to it and then he told me it was really new. That caught me off guard because she didn’t tell me and I had this thought that the reason why maps was leading me a different way because maybe they hadn’t updated the address to the NEW field house yet. That kind of made me frustrated and I was already frustrated because she was yelling at me and calling me every five minutes to see if I picked up her kid yet and the things she yelled at me were not very nice.

I literally broke down in front of this guy and told him about how I was going to be late to pick up someone. Atleast he had the compassion to tell me that he hopes my night gets better and I was like thanks. Anyways; after a few minutes of driving around trying to find a road in this dark area, I finally find a road and just go with it. She calls me a few more times and I just ignore it because I’m done dealing with her right now and she’s not helping me feel better about anything at all at this point.

I pick up the daughter and we finally pick up the son. While like back at the situation, all I’m thinking now is why couldn’t she just send her daughter’s number over SO HER DAUGHTER could give me instructions on where it’s actually at. That night too, to ease the pain on the children( I bought them McDonald’s with a card I had no money on. All the while, I kept thinking about the situation and it was just bad. I have never had anyone, except my mom get mad at me the way she did. Like she was treating me very disrespectfully and saying all these terrible things to me and making me feel stupid, when alone the place was dark and maps and wasn’t leading me the same way. It was a really bad night for me. I quit that job today and told her that my work basically needed me to start working on Fridays which is the day she usually has me watch her kids and that I couldn’t watch her kids anymore.

I literally don’t need that negative energy ever time she gets “a little” stressed(her words, not mine. Her: I was just a little stressed. Me: a little???? Girl….) in my life at the moment. Like I’m already stressed enough trying to get my Bachelors in Elementary Education, working one job and trying to find another job and working for Uber and Lyft just trying to make ends meet as it is and I have to pay freaking bills. I don’t need some stuck, blonde(forgive me. I’m not saying all blond haired people are mean. She particularly was.) haired crazy person to make me feel more stressed either. I also get it, when it comes to your kids, you want the best, but getting frustrated and getting mad at someone because you’re late picking up their kids and they aren’t doing it the way you want it is pretty ungrateful. Atleast I wasn’t going to abandon them and it’s not like I was just going to leave them there. They can wait for a little while while I try to find the place they are at so I can actually pick them up. When I was young, I had to wait like forty minutes or longer for my mom to pick me up because she was a registered nurse and let me tell you something, I lived and I turned out just fine and grateful even that my mom even picked me up. My mom is strict and sometimes when we missed the bus, she wouldn’t even pick us up and because she worked so much,sometimes she would forget and we had to find our own rides. Atleast your daughter didn’t have to find her own ride and knew exactly that I was picking her up.

She just made me mad and frustrated. Also, she has kids in their senior year of high school and you would think that she wouldn’t need a babysitter anymore for her younger ones because her older kids can watch them, but no. She lets her older kids do whatever the heck they want and they’re all out until atleast 11 to 13 almost every night doing heaven knows what, while I stay home and watch her younger kids and the house is always a mess when I come to watch her kids and she not only expects me to watch her kids, but freaking clean up after them too. These kids are old enough to clean up after themselves and I’m expected to clean up after them. They are between the ages of seven and fourteen. When I was six, my mom made me clean up after myself and if I didn’t, she’d spank me and show me some good, hard lovin’. Did. I mention most of her kids talk back to her too and she lets them? If I talked back to my mom, I would get slapped. That’s what I meant by her kid being spoiled. It makes me wonder if her parents spoiled her when she was a kid to act out and lash at me the way she did. Anyways, sorry for the rant.

Also, nothing against white people, but since this sour moment with her in my life, she gave me the impression that a bunch of white people are superficial, but like they get mad easily and don’t have patience at all. Tell me I’m wrong. I hate having that biased notion. (If you didn’t guess, she’s white.) Because of this, the years that I spent and built up my trust in white people had crumbled and it’s kind of hard for me to trust white people again and look at them as an equal, like I used to. I really hope people are understanding and don’t take that last sentence the wrong way.(For anyone asking, Im apart of The Indigenous American tribe, called The Navajo Tribe/Diné Tribe)

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Fixing His Broken Heart; Prologue(Hangman x F! reader)

Pairing: Hangman x F! reader, Rooster x Phoenix, Bob x OC

Summary: Hangman's wife cheated on him and it's up to (Y/N) to fix his broken heart.

Warnings: Angst, Yelling(if that's even a warning), Depressed Hangman, Really none at the moment

Prologue.

A man with gold flecks in his hair stood in front of a large window looking down at the people below him. There was a woman with big, blonde hair to the nines and perfectly done makeup to the nines holding onto a man with dark red hair and a perfectly chiseled face. Her perfectly manicured hands were carded through the man's red hair as their foreheads met together. She was whispering something to him and then gave him short, but fierce kiss.

The man let go of her, reluctantly and got into the car that was next to them. The car drove off as she stared after it. She sighed really big and then took out a little compact mirror and a tube of lipstick. She looked at herself in the little mirror and carefully applied the lipstick to her plump lips. If the man above didn't know any better, he would say that she looked like a vision of estacy, only his to devour and hold. He knew better though, and it broke his heart that he couldn't give her what the other man could.

From outside, the woman fixed up her dress and made sure she was showing ample cleavage before she went inside. Cara Seresin was probably the most well renowned ex beauty queen of the South. Everyone knew who she was all the way from Texas to Georgia and beyond. Everyone loved her and everyone wanted to be her. She also had the hottest husband in America too- Jake Seresin.

He was okay, she guessed. He use to do many things that would make her swoon and want to jump his bones then and there, but now he was just a washed up version of that person and didn't want anything to do with her anymore. He was always at work; She thinks that he was like an airline pilot or something. Honestly, she forgot what he did and she didn't care. As long as he was bringing in the money, she was content. Marshall on the other hand, she met through a group of ex beauty queen friends. He had beautiful, fiery red hair and such a chiseled jaw. He also had a body to match. He was everything that she wished for her husband. With one word, he could make her melt and do anything he pleased.

Cara was in front of her husband's office door now. She quickly took out her little mirror again and did a once over. To herself, she looked like sheer perfection and that was good to know. She put the little mirror away and knocked on his door. She waited a couple of minutes, until she heard a, "come in" from the other side. The clattering of heels made their way into the room and stopped in front of a large desk to which her husband was sitting behind.

Jake Seresin was a vision of god-like power as he sat in the chair behind the large desk. He was wearing a navy blue suit that perfectly fit his body and his hair was done to perfection. From an outsiders point of view, the couple looked like one of those perfect couples you would find on the red carpet from the way they dressed. The only thing that was missing from them that those other couples had was the look and feeling of true love: in their body language and their faces.

Jake just looked at her. He knew and she knew he knew. "How long has it been going on?", he asked in a solemn tone, staring into her blue eyes. She sighed and looked away. She really didn't want to break his heart, but the bandaid had to come off sooner or later. She quickly made eye contact with him and looked down at the floor. "A year now.", she said, feeling no remorse like she thought she would.

The man in front of her sighed and ran his hands down his face. His thoughts were filled with frustration towards his wife and the man she was just with. "What do I do now, Cara?", he asked desperately. This made the woman mad and scoff, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't know Jake. You hardly come home anymore and when you do, we hardly ever make love like we use to. You don't even treat me like you use to!",She yells. This makes the man stand up, in a fit of anger. "You're the one that's different Cara! You come home late and then expect me to love on you when I smell another man's cologne on you! You don't think that hurts me just as much as I hurt you?!", He yelled pointing a finger at her.

Tears made their way down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. He wasn't supposed to know about her late nights with Marshall. She thought she had taken a good enough shower to get Marshall's scent off of her before she came home. "You weren't supposed to know about that.", she stated venomously. Jake sarcastically laughed at her remark. "I'm not stupid Cara. I may not have gotten the best grades in high school, but I'm not stupid. You practically reeked of him then and you reek of him now! I guess it's all that hairspray going to your head to miss that.", he said, while looking at her.

After he said that, it went silent. Both didn't say anything at all. Cara's eyes were looking out the window and Jake was looking down at his desk.

Moments later, a soft knock could be heard. Jake looked up from the desk and sighed. It was probably his assistant, (Y/N). "Come in,"he said as his wife wiped away her tears with a velvet handkerchief.

The door opened and a beautiful looking girl came in. She had (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and flawless skin. Her hair was done up in a tight pony-tail while she wore a black business coat, placed of a white blouse, and a black, tight skirt to match with black heels to pull the look together. "Mr. Seresin, Captain Mitchell called this morning and said that he needed you at the Naval Base.", she said, while looking at the scene in front of her. Mrs Seresin's make up was messed up and she looked like she just got so very terrible news. Mr. Seresin also looked like he got some terrible news too, but seemed more angry about it. All this tension made (Y/N) uncomfortable and her anxiety levels rise. She really wanted to ask if everything was okay, but decided against fearing that she would make the situation worse.

"Um, okay. Call him back and tell him I'm coming now.", he said. With that, she backed out the room, closing the door behind her and taking a big sigh. She knew that Jake and Cara were going through a rough patch, but she didn't know it was that bad. She guess Jake finally found out about Cara and Marshall. Though, they weren't probably weren't being as sneaky as they thought. She remembered an incident from a few weeks ago.

Cara had invited Marshall over for a late night session of whatever they did and it just so seemed that particular night (Y/N) had to stay late. Jake was on another naval mission and he forgot to prepare a presentation for one of the many meetings of his new promotion as Captain. (Y/N) decided that it would be best if she stayed and helped him out because she knew that he would be too tired when he got back to do it.

That particular, she heard a large ruckus happening in The Seresin's bedroom. She didn't think much of it because she was too busy with the presentation to even care, but one thing got her attention though.

As she was just finishing up making the presentation, she heard the door open and fits of laughter down the hallway. A particular sentence Cara said got her attention. "Don't worry Marshall. Jake's not going to know about us. I promise you." (Y/N) stopped what she was doing and went to see what was going on. She saw Cara walking down the hall with a man who she could only recognize as Marshall. His hands were around her waist as they walked and continued to laugh about nonsense. If she was honest, Marshall's hair looked like sex hair, from the back.

She made her way into The Seresin's bedroom to see if there was an evidence that could tell her what was actually going on inbetween the two people she saw outside. That's when she found an undershirt on the floor. Maybe it was just Jake's undershirt and maybe something really wasn't going on between Marshall and Cara like she concluded. After all, Cara did say that Marshall was only coming over to take a look at the faucet in the bathroom in their room anyways.

She picked it up and started folding it. Truth be told, (Y/N) had a little crush on her boss, Jake. He was everything that she dreamed about in a man. He was perfect inside and out. She wish she could be the one that Jake was holding on to when he was back from his naval missions and the one that he looked lovingly at, but Jake married Cara. She was an ex beauty queen that was perfect in every way. Jake wanted perfect and she wasn't perfect.

She put the undershirt up to her nose to smell Jake's cologne. There was only one time that Jake showed her the only affection that she would ever get from him and that was when her mother died. She remembered coming in one morning to work and got a phone call in the process. It was her dad telling her the news of what happened. The whole morning she cried and couldn't work as efficiently as she usually did. Jake noticed and called her into his office. He asked and she told him about her mother. Then he did something that she would never forget. He pulled her into a hug. His scent engulfed and she found so much comfort in it.

She missed that scent and glad that she could at least smell it one more time before Jake got home.

When she smelled the undershirt, something was off. It wasn't the wonderful scent she came to love, but another foreign scent she didn't recognize. Did Jake start using a new cologne? She quickly folded the shirt and was going to put it in Jake's drawers, until she saw an M marked inside on the tag in black sharpie. "M", she thought. The only person she knew that started with the letter M was Marshall or Mitchell. It certainly couldn't be Captain Mitchell's because he was never here in the first place, but Marshall was.

That's when it all started coming together for (Y/N) and her suspicions were once again confirmed. Cara was indeed cheating on Jake.

(Y/N) sighed at the memory bubbling in her mind. The reason she didn't tell her boss is because she didn't think it was hers to tell and also because Jake had been under so much stress with his new promotion that this would be another unnecessary burden that he would have to carry. She didn't want that for him because she cared for him too much. She was a bit glad that he did find out though. He was such a smart person and she loved that about him.

Cara couldn't see him like she did. Cara didn't understand that he was a Naval Pilot and that's the reason why he wasn't there most of the time. Cara couldn't see all the PTSD that he went through from past missions. She didn't know that he was promoted as captain and that he had been working for that almost his whole career. And, (Y/N) would bet that Cara didn't even know what Jake's favorite color was. All Cara cared about was her looks, her hair, clothes, and Marshall. Which in (Y/N)'s mind, should have been Jake. It wasn't though and that made (Y/N) a little frustrated with Cara. She didn't show it though and just carried on with life.

(Y/N) continued to walk down the hallway in thought as a screaming match picked up in the room she was just in.

"YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH HIM CARA! HOW DO YOU NOT EXPECT ME TO BE MAD!", Jake yelled exasperated. Cara was full-on crying now. "JAKE, YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!", she cried. "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU SHUT ME OUT AND DIDN'T WANT ME ANYMORE! YOU WENT TO HIM INSTEAD!", Jake yelled back, on the verge of crying now.

The yelling didn't stop for another twenty minutes. Each threw each other under the bus with hurtful words and kept tearing each others hearts apart with those hurtful words. Finally, after a few minutes, both stopped yelling. Silence fell over the room again.

"Tell me this. Did you even love me in the first place? And if you did, when did you fall out of love with me?", Came Jake's voice. Cara was looking out the window now. She just wished that this could be over and that Marshall would come pick her up. She looked down at her phone where a reply from Marshall could be seen. All it said was, "I'm coming right now" in big letters. Silently, she prayed to whatever God there was and turned around to see Jake and answer his question.

"I was in love with you",she started,"But then you started going on more work trips and I met Marshall. He was good to me and still is. He does all the things for me that you used to do before we first got married." This broke Jake's heart. He didn't realize that she thought he was neglecting her. He was just on so many missions for work and ever since he got promoted to Captain that took him away even more. "Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you." He said.

He came over to her and pulled her into a hug. She didn't hug him back at first, but then started to after a few seconds.

They both missed this. Being in each others arms. It hurt too much to think that they neglected each other of this.

Jake pulled away and looked at his wife. Her makeup was smeared and almost washed away, but she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He smiled at her sadly. "I think I know where this is going", he said quietly. She flashed a sad smile and nodded. Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him and took off the ring that he gave her when they got married. She handed it to him. "It was a great ride Jake." She said, taking a step back from him,"But I think it's time for us to end it. " Jake looked down at his shoes and nodded his head, not even looking at her.

"Marshall will pick me up in a bit. I'll have my lawyer send the divorce papers over."She said and then she was gone. Leaving Jake alone by himself, in the big office. He had a broken heart and he didn't know how he would be able to fix it.

They were once in love and now that love is broken. How will he ever love again.

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Prologue done and finished. This is in the process of being edited, so it may be a bit different when you go back through it again. Anyways, I'm planning on writing a series about this and hopefully I can post every other week since I'm out of college for summer break at the moment. I hope ya'll enjoyed my chaotic writing.