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ereardon · 6 months ago

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Golden Hour || Ch. 10

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Angst, cursing, alcohol

Chapter summary: Bradley invites Bob and Olive to dinner. Olive and Bob have a real conversation following their spontaneous kiss

WC: 2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The office was busy by the time you showed up. You were late on purpose, because the earlier you showed up the more likely you were to run into Bob.

“Dr. James.” Molly was frazzled. You frowned as she showed a handful of paperclipped charts in your arms. “You’re late. We have five patients waiting for you.”

“Give me two minutes and then send the first person in.” You turned, trying not to look up as you made your way into your office. Closing the door, you collapsed into your desk chair. On the other side of the wall, you heard Bob’s voice, low murmurs. A shiver crawled up your back.

And then the door swung open. “Doc!”

“Mr. Peterson,” you said, standing up. “What’s bothering you today?”

He grunted and sat down, heavily, on the exam table. “This bum hip, like always.”

You snapped on a pair of gloves and turned to him. “Alright, let’s see what’s going on.”

The day was chock full of patients. Mr. Peterson’s arthritic hip, two cases of spider bites, one kid with pink eye, an ice cream shop worker with carpal tunnel.

It was well after seven by the time you stood up and inched your door open, peering around. The hallway was empty, Molly was gone. You breathed out a sigh of relief, grabbing your purse and shutting your office door. But just as you turned, a shadow crossed the floor and you looked up.

Bob looked like a deer in headlights. He had one hand on the doorknob to his office, his hair tousled. “Dr. James,” he said, voice low and rough. You remembered what his hands felt like on your neck, his lips on yours.

Your voice gasped a little. “Bob.”

His blue eyes flashed for a moment and you weren’t sure if it was excitement or anger flooding his features. And then all of the light drained out of his eyes and he turned, breezing past you, practically running out the door once again.

***

You were sitting on a barstool at Breakers, nursing a glass of white boxed wine, when a pair of hands wrapped around your shoulders, causing you to gasp.

Bradley spun you around on the chair, a grin spread wide across his face. He leaned down and kissed you, in front of everyone, leaving you gasping for air as he pulled back.

“Hey there, Doc,” he said, settling onto the seat next to you. “Miss me?”

You crossed your legs, hooking one heel into the bottom bar of his stool and Bradley placed a large, warm hand on your bare thigh. “Of course.”

He grinned. “What did you get up to while I was gone?”

You hesitated. On the other side of the bar, Phoenix was watching the two of you, polishing a glass from a few feet away, her dark hair swept up in a ponytail. You shrugged. “Oh not much. Just work, you know. Lots of patients, had to do some filing and admin.”

Bradley frowned. “Admin? I hope Floyd isn’t pushing you too hard.”

The memory of Bob’s kiss flitted across your mind. The way his hand had felt on the back of your neck, tugging you forward with reckless abandon. “No,” you whispered. “He’s been great.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Great? So the two of you are finally getting along?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

Bradley pulled his hand from your thigh and smiled, tugging his phone out and placing it on the bar. “Perfect. Then let’s do dinner, the three of us. My place.”

“Oh, no, I—”

“He’s a good guy,” Bradley interrupted. “And we’ve been friends for a long time. So I’d love if the three of us could hang out.”

There was something finite about his words. He had made up his mind. You nodded. “OK, sure. Dinner.”

***

Standing at Bradley’s doorstep, you raised one hand to knock before taking a deep breath. And then you lowered your fist and let out the breath.

What the hell were you doing? Why was this so uncomfortable? You had slept with Bradley once, and kissed Bob once. Did either of them mean anything? You weren’t exclusive with Bradley, you weren’t even dating. You weren’t sure what you were.

On the other hand, Bob Floyd acted like you didn’t exist 99% of the time. The other 1% of the time he was actively hating you.

So why should you care if it was weird for him to see you and Bradley together?

“Are you going to knock, or do you expect the door to fly open through telekinesis?”

You whirled around. Bob stood a few steps down on the pathway, holding a bottle of wine. HIs face was unreadable.

“I was going to knock,” you said.

Bob stepped closer and you caught a whiff of his soap – minty and herbal – and leaned over, knocking on the door sharply, his eyes never leaving yours.

The door swung open a second later, Bradley standing barefoot with a kitchen towel slung over one shoulder. “Hey guys, come on in.”

Bob held out a hand and you stepped inside first, the sound of your heels clacking against the wooden floor. To your surprise, Bradley leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. A blush crept over your face and neck, and you averted your eyes from him or Bob.

“Is that for tonight?” Bob nodded, handing over the bottle of wine. “NIce, thanks man. Come on in.”

You scampered behind Bradley, unable to meet Bob’s gaze, wandering into the kitchen where he had a bowl of guacamole out and some chips. Instinctively, you dragged a chip through the green dip and shoved it into your face to prevent talking. Nerves were bubbling at the surface of your skin.

“How was the trial?” Bob’s voice surprised you. He was a man of so few words, so having him lead the conversation was shocking.

Bradley stood at the stove, stirring a pot of beans. “Long,” he replied. “Tedious, as always.” There was a pause. Then, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

Was it you, or did the air in the room shift? You quickly shoved another tortilla chip in your mouth to cover the silence. Bob put one hand on the counter, not too far from where you sat hunched over the bowl of chips. “Not much,” he replied, nonchalant. “Usual Willow drama.”

Bradley raised an eyebrow. “Drama?”

You practically choked on the chip.

Bob looked at you before responding, “The Mayfields are at it again.”

Relief, hot like vodka, spread through your body. Bradley laughed. “Really? I don’t want to have to oversee the third divorce.”

“Third?” you asked.

He nodded, but Bob’s voice was the one that cut through the kitchen air. “Mr. and Mrs. Mayfield got divorced probably ten years ago, and then promptly had an affair together and got pregnant. They got married again before the baby was born, but divorced when Anna turned three.”

“So they’re divorced?”

“Nope, got together again a few years later. But from the sounds of it, divorce number three might be incoming.”

“This town should be its own sitcom,” you said, lifting the glass of wine that Bradley had poured to your lips.

“So have you changed your mind about our little town, Doc?” Bradley asked, turning around pouring Bob another scotch. You hadn’t even seen him pour the first one.

You shrugged. “It’s no New York.”

“Nothing is.” Bradley put the wooden spoon down. “Floyd, remember that time you came to visit me at Columbia?”

You frowned. Bob had gone to New York? You couldn’t picture him in the city. With all the suits and fast walking and snippy baristas. He would stick out like a sore thumb in his jeans and button down shirts, his Southern twang.

Bob nodded. “I still think about that Korean chicken place you brought me to.”

Bradley laughed. “Wow, Koreatown. I haven’t thought of that in ages.”

You leaned on the counter and watched them. There was something so casual and easy about the way they spoke with each other. It was the first time it dawned on you that they had been friends for years.

And you were getting in the middle of a friendship.

Dinner was delicious, with black beans sauteed with bacon and pork belly tacos and margaritas so strong your head started to buzz halfway through the meal.

Before you realized it, you and Bob were standing in the doorway again.

“Thanks for dinner,” Bob said, reaching out and clapping Bradley on the shoulder.

Bradley grinned. “Anytime Floyd.” He turned to you, leaning in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You should stay.”

You pulled back, face frozen, head shaking. “I have a lot of work in the morning,” you whispered. “But I’ll call you.”

He nodded as Bob opened the door and the two of you were ushered out into the cool night. Before you could even squeak out a word, Bob was halfway down the driveway, speeding toward his house next door. You broke out into practically a jog behind him, running up the stairs to his house in heels. “Floyd!”

He whipped around, eyes wide, one hand on the door. He was silent.

You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly cold. “So this is it?” you asked. “You’re just going to run away every time you see me? What the hell is going on?” you demanded. “Do you take it back?”

Those last words came out as a sharp whisper. Bob reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you around the front porch of the house to the opposite side, so you were out of view of Bradley’s home.

Even when the two of you rounded the corner, his fingers didn’t leave your skin. Instead, he stepped closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off of his muscular body. “No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to take it back.”

“Then what?” you pleaded. “What do you want?”

“Take a wild guess, Olive.” Bob cocked his head to one side.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” His voice forced a chill through your bones, a tingling settling in between your legs. “You’re a smart girl,” he whispered. “I think you know.”

Your chest heaved uncontrollably. No one had ever looked at you the way Bob Floyd was looking at you in that moment. Not Bradley. Not Peter. Not any of the men you had dated in the past. It was all consuming. It threatened to swallow you whole.

“We always want what we can’t have,” Bob murmured, letting his fingertips drop from your arm. “That’s human nature, I guess.”

“Is that your diagnosis, Doctor?”

He nodded.

You shook your head. “In my professional opinion, it’s better to tell the truth than to hide how you feel.”

“So you’re a psychiatrist now?” he murmured.

“God, never.”

Bob grinned. He lifted one arm, placing it on the siding of the house behind your head, creating a triangle with his body, practically pinning you against the house. You looked up, eyes wide. “Bradley is my best friend,” he whispered. “And you’re my business partner.”

“Almond milk isn’t real milk.”

He frowned. “What?”

“I thought we were just listing facts.”

Bob shook his head and grunted. He was exasperated with you. You were all too familiar with that. “Jesus Chris, Livvy, I swear—”

You interrupted him. “Livvy?” No one had ever called you that before.

His eyes flashed. “I mean Olive.” He flushed.

You shook your head. “I like it.”

Bob leaned down, letting his free hand cup your cheek. “Livvy,” he murmured.

“Yes?”

“Shut up and let me kiss you.”

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dreamsallalongthewatchtower · 1 year ago

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CH 1. Sin City

Summary: The daggers arrive in Las Vegas and it's just the beginning. Jake sets his sights on a girl he has to get know. Natasha meets an old friend and catches up.

Notes: Mentions of Alcohol, nothing too bad 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.3k

Bradley, Jake and Bob were starting to get antsy. Knowing they should wait for the rest of the squad to join, the excitement of Vegas was starting to seep its way into the minds of Jake and Bradley. “We know where we’re all going to end up tonight so we might as well get a jump on the fun and go somewhere. It’s pointless to wait for the other three.” Jake suggested from the bathroom. “For once you are absolutely right Bagman. I heard this place called House of Blues is supposed to be a cool place, let’s start there and see where we are before we meet up with everyone else.” Bradley added. “I don’t know guys it would be fun to get out of the room, but shouldn’t we wait?” Bob asked cautiously. “Come on Floyd, I bet even you get laid this trip, the sooner we start the better chances you have.” Jake quipped. “Yeah Bob, and it’s not like we are going to go score drugs or head to a strip club, it’s the House of Blues, we’ll listen to some music and figure the rest out.” Bradley added. “I guess there is no harm in getting out onto the strip. Alright let’s go” Bob said putting on his shirt “Whoo!” Both Rooster and Hangman cried out. After five minutes the trio headed to The House of Blues.

After finding open seats at the bar the three men settle on a corner that faced the stage. While waiting for the next act Jake ordered beers for himself and Bradley and a ginger ale for Bob. “Here ya go boys,” the bartender said to them “First one is on the house for our fine military men.” the lady said as she walked away. “Looks like our luck has just started boys.” Bradley let out. “Please welcome to the stage long time favorite Maya Atwell.” A voice over the speakers announced. A tall slender women walked out onto the stage. Her unruly hair tucked into a ball cap that was placed backwards on her head let the crowd see her soft features and her blue eyes. “Hi everyone, how’s everyone’s night going?” The sultry voice asked. The crowd responded with a chorus of woos, whistles and hands clapping. “Those of you who are new, I’m Maya and I can play just about any song, for those of you who know the drill welcome on back. Let’s give a huge round of applause to Mike the owner slash manager and to the fine ladies you see around here serving.” Maya waited for the crowd to follow her orders and for the cheering to die down. “Normally I take requests, but I have plans later tonight so I’m going to be doing a short set of covers tonight. This first one” She continues as she tuned her guitar “Is by my favorite man in black. As always if you know it sing along and if you don’t I want you on your feet dancing. This is Walk the Line by Johnny Cash.” The sultry voice that was speaking to the crowd was not the same powerhouse voice that started on the song. Jake, Bradley, and Bob were all amazed. They stood in front of their stools and sang along with Maya. When the song finished the crowd erupted into applause. “I can’t believe a girl like that knows Johnny Cash” Jakes yelled to his counterparts. “Yeah, she’s something.” Bob added. “Alright this next one is one I love listening to growing up, this is for all of you who are infected with Beatlemania.” The singer started playing Hey Jude. “Damn bro, she is versatile. Who goes from Cash to The Beatles!” Bradley asked his friends. By the end of the song the singer had stopped playing and let the crowd finish out the song. “Okay” Coaxed the singer. “Last one for the night, this is one that I hold dear to my heart it was the first one I learned to play, and I hope I do it justice.” As soon as she started the first notes Jake recognized the song right away “Now she’s playing Nirvana! I have to meet this girl!” As Maya finished Come As You Are, everyone was on their feet applauding her. “Thank You House of Blues! Don’t forget to tip your waitresses.”

The singer exited the stage and appeared on the other side of the bar. “Let’s go meet her.” Jake suggested. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to go talk to the girl who can command the whole place like that.” Bob interjected. “Come on Bob, what kind of wing man are you?” Jake asked “I’m not a wing man I’m a weapons system operator” Bob responded dryly. “Look do me this favor and I can owe you anything, anywhere, any time. Okay?” Jake added. “Okay, let’s go talk to her.” Bob said in a defeated tone. The three men approached the singer and watched her finish a bottle of water. “Excuse me ma’am can I get the lady a glass of whatever wine she prefers?” Jake asked the bartender. The bartender looked at Maya, and back at Jake and let out a little chuckle. “This gentleman wants to buy you a glass of wine.” The bartender repeated to Maya. Maya smirked before she responded. “No thanks, I’ll take my usual Lola.” Maya said turning her back to the three men. Lola poured a double neat of Eagle Rare into a glass for Maya. This choice of drink made even Jake blush. A woman who knows her liquor. Jake stepped to the other side of her to talk with her more. “You like whiskey, I like that in a woman. I’m lieutenant Jake Seresin.” Jake said, putting his hand out to shake Maya’s hand. “Well lieutenant, I’m Maya, and Eagle Rare is actually a bourbon and I dont just like it, I love it. Best drink to have after a show.” Bradley let out a cough causing both Jake and Maya to whip their heads in his direction. “How rude of me, this is lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and lieutenant Robert Floyd.” Jake said as Maya waved to the two other men. “Nice to meet you.” At that moment Maya felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text from her friend that she is ready to meet for dinner. “Looks like that’s my cue. Thanks for coming and seeing the show, hope you boys have fun in Vegas.” Maya said as she threw back her drink. “See you later Lola.” “Wait can I get your number?” Jake asked, blocking her path from the door. “Maybe some other time Ken doll.” Maya side-stepped Jake and left through the front door. Bob and Bradley erupted in laughter. “Oh man, that was almost worth coming over here. So glad you owe me.” Bob said in between his laughs. “Shut up. Who knows maybe we’ll run into each other this week.” Jake said with a hint of hope. “Hey, I just got a text from the others they are at the hotel and want to meet up on the strip.” Bradley said. Silencing anymore laughter him or Bob had left. The three men left the House of Blues and headed back to the hotel.

Maya walked into Bubbas Gump’s Shrimp Co. looking for her friend. The hostess asked if she was looking for someone. Before Maya could respond a pair of hands were spinning her around and embracing her tightly. “Oh Ashes, I can’t believe it’s been three years!” a familiar voice squealed in Maya’s ear. When the girl pulled away, Maya saw her best friend. “Natasha! I can’t believe you’re here.” Maya responded. When the reunion of friends ended the two women were shown to a table on the upper patio. “So, how has Vegas been since the last time I saw you?” Phoenix asked. “It’s been good, still working off a couple of debts but I’m so close to being a free woman.” Maya said looking over the strip. “How has the navy been?” Maya asked, turning her full attention to her friend. “It’s been good to me, I got called back to Top Gun. A special priority mission, the best of the best.” Phoenix said puffing her chest and flexing her biceps. “You’ll never guess who else they called back.” Phoenix started. “Fucking Rooster.” Phoenix finished. “For as much as you talk about him, you either want to be with him or you truly hate him, so, which is it?” Maya asked her friend. Before Phoenix got a chance to answer a waiter came by to take their drink order. “Okay, so what have you got planned for this week?” Phoenix asked curiously about her friend’s plans. “Well first and foremost we’ll have VIP bottle service everywhere we go. But I have a couple nights planned on the strip to keep your buddies happy, then a few dinners, a day at the Bellagio cypress pool bar. I made an appointment for us with a special someone for tattoos and we have the Florida Georgia Line Concert tomorrow night.” Maya finished. “I can’t believe you are opening for them; how did you land that gig?” Natasha asked. Maya looked at her friend and looked out over the strip once more. “Oh, you know me Nix, I have my ways. Besides, the owner couldn’t find someone who was willing to be paid so little. I figured I could just have him put it towards what I owe.” Maya responded as the waiter came back over with their drinks. “What can I get ya’ll started with?” The waiter asked. The two women ordered a few appetizers and a couple cocktails. “What do you plan on doing after you have paid your debt?” Natasha asked, trying to meet her friend’s gaze. Maya looked down trying to search her head for an answer. She already knew what she was going to do. She was going to get the hell out of Las Vegas and never look back. But she didn’t want to let her friend in on the last surprise of her birth week. “Ashes, you know you are always welcomed at my house and I’m sure your aunt would love to see you.” Natasha added when her friend didn’t respond. “HA! The only time she calls is when she wants to update her friends on her pathetic niece.” Maya responded sharply. “Hey! You are not pathetic! You would be pathetic if you stayed with Elijah and kept doing drugs. But you chose to get better, and you chose to make a better life for yourself. The first call I got from you when you got here sounded like you were in your favorite book. Living like Hunter S. Thompson, I was truly worried. But you got help and you are paying back your debt. I couldn’t be prouder. I’m sure your aunt is just worried.” Natasha finished. “Yeah, well you don’t know her like I do, and you definitely don’t want to hear our conversations. But I digress. I might bounce around New York or go visit some friends in Tucson. I’m not sure yet.” Maya said with a smirk, knowing she would be hounded until she gave her friend a real answer. The food and drinks came, and the two women sat reminiscing about their friendship and catching each other up on their current situations.

“So, my place is a little ways outside of town but it’s huge. It’s on loan from a friend of mine who won’t be back until winter. She is this really cool old lady. I wish you could meet her. She would love all the soldiers staying in her house.” Maya said as the two women waited for the bill. When the waiter put the little black checkbook on the table Natasha reached for it. “Um what do you think you are doing?” Maya asked. Snatching the book from her friends grasp. “I want to pay, plus I can get a discount.” Natasha responded. “No let me get this, okay?” Maya asked but was more or less telling her friend she had the bill. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you there was this guy earlier. He tried to buy me a glass of wine and wanted my number.” Maya started. “Was he cute?” Natasha asked. “I mean yeah, he wasn’t horribly disfigured, but he was so cocky and kind of had this fuck boy vibe. The type for hooking up and not anything serious. But him and his buddies looked like they were here for a bachelor party, not the type to come to Vegas to gamble and see the sights.” Maya responded. “Did you give him your number?” Natasha inquired. “Yeah right. No, I told him some other time, then I called him Ken doll!” Maya said laughing. “Poor guy, had no clue he was finished before he even started.” Natasha said. The two women left the restaurant, stepping out into the cool Nevada air. “Text your buddies to meet us at On The Record, by the time they get there they we'll be able to start the birth week.” Maya said, leading Phoenix to her car. After a quick trip to the parking garage behind the nightclub the two women’s spirits were high and ready to party.

#natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #rueben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #top gun maverick #tgm #fanfic #tgm fanfiction #jake seresin x oc

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thiswaytwoinfinity · 8 months ago

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my masterlist || multifandom

warnings: many of these stories contain adult content. please do not interact with them unless you are 18 or older. please pay attention to all story warnings.

guide: ❤️‍🔥 = smut 🥰 = fluff 🥀 = angst

ted lasso

just be a prick || jamie tartt x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

top gun: maverick

robert "bob" floyd

color up my skies ❤️‍🔥💕

Bob Floyd is always beautiful. But there’s something about the way the sunset makes his skin glow and the way that Montana drawl makes your toes curl that means you need to have him … even if you’re on the side of the road.

jake "hangman" seresin"

it's a bad idea, right? 💕❤️‍🔥🥀 || moodboard || sneak peek

a sleeping with other people au. jake has decided to give this whole "commitment" thing a go and has made a vow not to sleep with anyone unless he sees something serious. you — a former fling — have just moved back to san diego after a devastating situationship. you both swear you'll be just friends. what could go wrong?

ch 1 | ch 2 [coming soon]

#my fics #my writing #ted lasso fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction

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ereardonlibrary · 7 months ago

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At Sea [Bob Floyd x Reader] Ch. 2

Full chapter here

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coridotmp3 · 1 year ago

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wip game!!

@satanssugar tagged me on my main but i figured i would do it on this blog instead!! thank you beloved!! <3

RULES: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got!! i'm gonna copy kale and write a sentence for every vote each one got too bc some of these have been sitting in the wip folder for a MINUTE (also i'm only gonna limit this to six wips but trust me there are a LOT)

what we've learned here is that <3 bob <3 and that i cannot write within canon for the life of me !

no pressure tagging: @ofstoriesandstardust , @roosterforme , and @logynnrose

#bob floyd x reader #hangster #top gun maverick #tgm fanfiction #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x reader #phoenix x reader #robert floyd #sereshaw #hangman x rooster #robert bob floyd #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #natasha 'phoenix' trace x reader #phoenix x oc

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4lovehearts · 2 years ago

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okay late christmas gift from charlie again but wtv ...

CH☆R'S REQUEST 💌

robert 'bob' floyd x gn!reader

reader has been avoiding bob + overworking themselves, bob being the wonderful boyfriend material, he asks reader but it doesn't seem to work no matter how hard he tried ( etc, talking / trying to comfort them ,, asking them whats wrong ) , he then asks Phoenix for help on ways to help you ... ( idk what else u continue , )

OVERACHIEVER

platonic! bob x aviator! gn reader ; fluff / angst

summary — r has been overworking themself for the upcoming mission, avoiding bob in the process — that is, until an accident happens in the air

content / cws — mentions of overworking, blacking out, and a jet crash

a/n — i feel very meh abt this oneshot, and i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but it was all i could think of so hopefully you like it <3

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you were an overachiever, you knew that. hell, it was your call sign for a reason. it wasn't that you were trying to be better than others, no, simply that you were scared to disappoint, so you made sure you went above and beyond to manage expectations.

this mission scared you, it scared the other pilots too. flying at a level was way past the hard deck, being on the verge of blacking out, pushing your jet to the breaking point — it was a lot, but, being in the 'best of the best' tier in the navy, you had no choice but to train excessively. okay, maybe not excessively, that was a you thing.

in the process of overworking yourself, you ended up pushing away everyone close to you, leaving you to be by yourself so you could focus on training. you were good friends with bob, but you also didn't know him for that long, so he had only seen this happen once before. he had absolutely no idea how to help you. he tried to ask phoenix for advice, but she had just told him to talk to you about it, and that was the thing, he didn't know how to. he had come up with the general things he wanted to bring up, but maybe it was way too late for that.

you remembered the events all too well, how you could not? it was just a few hours ago. you pushed yourself too hard for the exercise, you had gotten the closest to hitting the target than anyone else, but ended up blacking out in the process of going up the simulated mountain that lead to coffin corner. maverick managed to wake you up with the loud alarm that came along when an enemy locked onto your jet, but by the time you regained consciousness it was too late to save your jet, leaving you to eject at the very last second possible.

now you sat in a hospital bed, head resting against the back of it with your eyes shut and nails digging into the arm rests of it. you were sure that no one could be more disappointed in you than yourself right now.

"hey, uh— earth to [n]?" you were pulled out of your thoughts, opening your eyes to be met with bob standing at the side of your hospital bed, "hi, bob."

sitting down in the chair beside your hospital bed, bob's facial expression contorted into puzzled look, as if he was trying to make sense of something.

"i need to talk to you about something," he began rambling on and on about how unhealthy your overworking habits were, "you can come to me, y'know."

"i know." looking down at your lap, you felt tears well up in your eyes, bob was nothing but a sweetheart to you, and you pushed him away. he noticed and immediately pulled you into a hug, well, the best he could manage with you being in a hospital bed.

"i have to go back out with phoenix, so i'll see you later, okay?"

"okay." you smiled, watching as he jogged out the room to phoenix, who was waiting outside with her eyebrow raised. she patted him on the back and gave you a quick wave before dragging him away.

#top gun maverick #top gun bob #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #top gun bob x reader #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #₊˚⊹ꕤ – works #₊˚⊹ꕤ – requests

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double-j · 2 years ago

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*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE OCTOBER WEEK 3 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ reposting september and october by week because the links were only working on mobile ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

afterburn crosswinds & v.max from @top-hhun

texas longhorns from @lgg5989

as it was p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @ereardon

operation apollo prologue, p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @sunlightmurdock

bikinis and tattoos & nightly interruptions (from the opposites attract universe that you need to binge i’m telling you) from @topguncortez

that don’t impress me much from @imjess-themess

we used to be in love p. 4 from @honeypiehotchner

less misery, more company from @seresinhangmanjake

jukebox war from @/roosterforme

enough is enough from @/topguncortez

grounded p. 4 from @enchanting-eloquence

if only you knew from @sunnysidevans

sun-kissed from @ddejavvu

t-minus three weeks (from the best benefits series) from @writercole

more hearts than mine p. 1 & p. 2 from @fandomxpreferences

hanging on by a thread from @/topguncortez

out of words from @/theroadfan

the good, the bad, and the working on it prequel from @crazyk-imagine

possessive jake blurb from @kryptonitejelly

imagine me and you p. 6 from @thebirdandthebee

never knew (that i could fall so hard) from @softspiderling

scent marking blurb (from the echo or the answer universe) from @anniesocsandgeneralstore

professor seresin preview from @/topguncortez

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

ceasefire p. 4 from @/sunlightmurdock

tout près de la place où tes pieds passent, cachés dans les trous de ton divan, et quand tu es seule pendant un instant, embrasse-moi, quand tu voudras, & below the singing moon (from je te laisserai des mots) from @jupitercomet

i still want you from @roosterforme

chaos p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, & p. 4 from @ohtobeleah

nevermore p. 1 & p. 2 from @cherrycola27

the craftsman from @/roosterforme

superstar preview from @maggiedanikka

a little present from @/roosterforme

meet the parents from @/roosterforme

here i go again from @hotgirlmav

flightless bird p. 5 from @thatlovinfeelin

crash into you p. 4 from @knoxsunday

no way out from @/topguncortez

is it working for you? p. 18 from @/roosterforme

underneath it all from @/roosterforme

take it off from @/roosterforme

my future in you p. 8 from @/sunlightmurdock

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

washing machine heart from @chemistryread

love thy neighbor p. 3 & p. 4 from @hangmanapologist

cobalt eyes and sweet smiles from @withahappyrefrain

tense from @bippot

the accident p. 2 from @a-reader-and-a-writer

TGM: MISC FICS

baby, it’s halloween (and we can be anything) from @laracrofted (giggles with the squad)

ivy p. 1 from @perpetuelledaydreaming (love triangle w/ jake and bradley)

NHL FICS

that which we are, we are p. 2 from @spine-buster (n.mackinnon)

OUTER RANGE/RHETT ABBOTT FICS

by your side ch. 1 from @filmtv2022

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #top gun fic rec #hockey fic recs #outer range fic rec

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callmemana · 2 years ago

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Sneak Peak: Arms Wide Open Ch 2

Robert Floyd knew that the others had started to catch on to his pulling back. He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it, as soon as the carrier brought them back to land was when he stopped hanging out with the squad.

Bob was like smoke in the wind, hard to find.

He was sitting in his apartment’s living room, looking at the old photographs that he kept of Bird, silently kicking himself when the doorbell rang. Bob didn’t get up until the third time the visitor pressed the button, then he groaned and quickly stashed the photos in one of the books on his coffee table.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mickey. It was a work night, and it was already 11:45. With furrowed brows, he gestured for the other male to come in and into the living room as he closed his front door.

Bob went to the kitchen as Mickey made himself at home, grabbing two beers and twisting the cap off before making his way back to the couch. He stood frozen in his step as he saw what Mickey had in his hand, an old photo of himself and his Birdie.

He could remember the exact day that the photograph was taken. A week after their first date, they were on the tarmac walking to their respective jets, when Bird jumped onto his back, ruffled his hair, and kissed his cheek obnoxiously.

Dragons’s Angels📻: @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @breadsquash @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw

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lewmagoo · 2 years ago

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wip game

ty @mothdruid for the tag!

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it

my wips are insane rn and they all have odd titles

before the devil comes for you ch 3

you’re a wolf, boy (rhett abbott)

all alright (rhett)

soulmate au (bob floyd, to be exact)

panic (rhett; not the actual title, it’s just a placeholder lol)

need you (tentative title; rhett)

idk who all has been tagged already but i’m tagging @bradshawsbitch @thesluttyarchivist @bradshawsbaby @thedroneranger 💋

#wip game

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deadratio · 3 years ago

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deadratio Masterlist!

Welcome to my Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist! Here you can find all of my work compiled into one, lovely post for ease of use and access! I would like to note that I am currently in my final semester of undergrad, and therefore the time between postings will vary depending on my availability. Please be patient with me! Want to be added to my permanent taglist? Let me know!

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Ghost(Riders) in the Sky - Multi-Chapter Series - Discontinued

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Tough Love - fem!OC - Multi-Chapter Series - Ongoing

Avis Mitchell isn't all sunshine and flowers when her father reveals that he's remarrying. In fact, she's furious. After cutting him off, she pursues her future with love and passion while avoiding her father at all costs. Their paths cross unexpectedly, and she's forced to face the music.

Prologue Chapter 1

Headcanons

You're married to Javy Machado, but you're Jake Seresin's ex

Bradley ' Rooster' Bradshaw

Blackwood - Multi-Chapter Series - Ongoing

Synopsis: Finch Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures. xfem!Blackwood!Reader

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Oneshots:

Fearless - Oneshot based off of Taylor Swift’s ‘Fearless’ (Pt 1) - Last Kiss (Pt. 2)

Javy ' Coyote' Machado

Headcanons

You're married to Javy Machado, but you're Jake Seresin's ex

Current WIPs

Carve Your Name - Bob Floyd x fem!Reader - (Oneshot) - jostystyles Top Tracks Writing Challenge (Post by 10.21.22 - Delayed)

Blackwood - Ch. 8

Tough Love - Ch. 2

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ereardon · 6 months ago

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Golden Hour || Ch. 9

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Angst, cursing, alcohol

Chapter summary: Bob invites Olive to the office after hours to sort paperwork ... but maybe there's more intent behind the date after all

WC: 1.6K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

In the morning, you woke up to a clattering sound in the living room. You sat up straight in bed, the strap of your silky nightgown slipping down your shoulder as you sucked in a tense breath.

And then the memories flooded back. Bob showing up at your door late at night drenched from the rain. His panic attack.

The fact that he was asleep on your couch at that very moment.

Before you could even think, you were scrambling out of bed, throwing open the double doors to the living room as Bob stood hunched over the couch, putting on his shoes. He looked up, hair mussed on one side, blue eyes wide. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I, uh, I was trying to be quiet.” His eyes roamed over your chest quickly, before zipping back up to your face.

You crossed your arms, suddenly aware of how thin your nightgown was. “It’s OK, I was awake.” A lie, of course, and he knew it too. But you were being nice.

“I’m sorry I stormed in here last night,” Bob said, straightening up and running one hand through his hair, combing out the knots. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m the town doctor. Kind of my job, right?”

He grinned, softly. “Guess you can add one more patient to your files.”

“You’re due for a physical.” It came out automatically and you gasped audibly, slapping one hand over your mouth. Where the fuck had that come from? There was so much dirty intent behind the words it shocked you.

Bob’s pink mouth rounded in an “O” before he let out a laugh. “That’s a first, Dr. James. Are you hitting on me?”

You removed your hand. “Well that would just be downright unprofessional, wouldn’t it?”

Bob shifted his weight from one leg to another. “What are you doing tonight?”

You frowned. “Tonight?”

“Is Bradshaw around? If the two of you have plans…”

“He’s out of town on a trial,” you added, cutting him off. “For another few days.”

“Come by the office, around seven,” Bob said, stepping toward the door. “I’ll bring wine.”

“For what?” you called out as he made his way to the front door and swung it open.

“It’s a surprise,” he replied before shutting the door behind him.

***

For the first time since you stepped foot in Willow, you were nervous. As you raised your hand to the door of the office, you stopped. What were you doing? It was your practice, too. You had a key.

Rolling your eyes to yourself, you slipped the key in the lock only to find it already unlocked. Gently, you eased open the door, the sound of your heel sending staccatos of echoes into the long hallway.

“Hello?”

“Back here.” Bob’s gravely voice came from the other end of the hallway but he was nowhere to be seen. You shut the door behind you and stepped inside.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Just come here.” There it was, that exasperated tone that he had so often used when you first met. A part of you grinned as he lapsed back into annoyance with you.

You peered over the edge of the front desk where Molly usually sat and frowned. Bob sat on the ground surrounded by files. “You asked me here to do paperwork?”

He held up a bottle of wine with one hand. “Yes, but we get to drink while we do it.”

“Gimme.” Your hands reached out for the bottle, fingers wagging, and Bob reached up, pressing it into your hand, your fingertips overlapping for a second before you pulled away.

Bob scooted back, giving you some room on the floor. He had on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up toward his elbows, and he was wearing only a pair of thin socks instead of shoes. You tried to sit in your miniskirt and heels, but it was no use. You sighed, standing up and Bob frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Hold your horses,” you said, stomping off to your office. A minute later, you returned in a pair of baggy scrubs, feet bare. Bob’s eyes sparkled.

“Nice outfit change.”

You rolled your eyes, folding yourself onto the floor next to him. “Alright, what are we doing?”

“Molly, bless her heart, isn’t the best at administration work. So once a quarter, I come in and organize all the files.”

“She’s the secretary,” you said. “What do you mean she’s not good at administration work?”

He shrugged, moving a pile of papers to his left. “She just doesn’t do it how I like.”

“So she’s not bad at admin, she just doesn’t do it exactly how you like.”

“Correct.”

“That’s the problem with you, Floyd,” you said, leaning back against the wooden cabinet. “You want people to fit perfectly into the little boxes that you’ve set out. Sometimes you can’t categorize things exactly how you want them. Sometimes people just are what they are.”

“I’m particular.”

“You’re annoying.” It slipped out before you could stop it.

Bob looked up. And to your surprise, there was mirth in his eyes. He gave you a tilted grin. “And you think you’re perfect, Olive?”

“Not perfect,” you replied. “But I’m not the grouch in this situation.”

“Grouch?”

“You’re grumpy,” you said, “and you know it.”

“No one has ever called me that before.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I assure you, I’m not.”

“Well, we were all thinking it,” you replied, leaning back against your palms, head tilted to one side. “You’re insanely grumpy for someone who isn’t eighty years old.”

Bob laughed. “I think you’re the first person in a long time who has had the courage to say something like that to my face.”

“People are scared to admit the truth,” you replied. “Now are you going to tell me about this absolutely insane organizational system, or am I just going to sit here and drink wine and watch you do all the work?”

Bob grinned. “Hand me that stack.”

For the next two hours, Bob taught you how to categorize files according to his preference. Whereas Molly filed them according to the calendar year, Bob liked to group patient files all together and then chronologically within.

By the time you were done, two bottles of wine sat nearly empty on Molly’s desk as you lay spread out on the ground, eyes closed, as Bob clapped his hands together. “Done.”

You groaned, tossing one arm over your face. “Fucking finally.”

“Is that a complaint, Dr. James?”

You opened one eye. “You’re not the only one who can be grumpy.”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I knew where Molly kept her candy stash?”

Your eyes flew open and you sat up quickly. “Candy?”

Bob pulled open a drawer that was full to the brim. Snickers and Reeses and Starbursts. Even a pack of Milano cookies. You reached in eagerly, pulling out a Nerds rope and tearing open the package. “I’m saved.”

Bob chuckled, leaning back against the file cabinet, his legs outstretched in front of him. The two of you were facing each other directly, your back against the wooden desk. He took a bite out of a Twix bar. “So that’s the key to your heart? Candy?”

“And Hermes.”

Bob frowned. “What’s an Hermes?”

You rolled your eyes. “A purse, Bob. The purse.”

“How is a purse better than candy?”

“It’s not just a purse, it’s a statement.”

He shook his head. “Sometimes I don’t understand you.”

“I don’t understand you at all either,” you replied. “One minute you hate me. The next minute you’re offering me wine on a dirty floor.”

“I thought you were the one who hated me,” Bob said quietly.

“Same here.”

He shook his head again, running his fingers through his hair to comb it back into place. “I never hated you, Olive. I just didn’t know you.”

“And now that you know me?” you whispered. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re amazing.”

And despite the fact that you were drunk, and so was Bob, your head started to scream. Because your heart knew that he was telling the truth. The pink flush across his cheeks and the tips of his ears was a dead giveaway.

“Amazing, huh?” you said quietly. “I’m going to hold you to that next time you get mad at me for something.”

Bob rocked forward onto his knees, bending over toward the open desk drawer to your left. But just before his fingertips could land in the drawer, he pivoted, one hand coming to rest on the top of the desk above your head, his face only a few inches from yours. Your breath was heavy in your chest, his blue eyes glued to yours and before you knew it, Bob’s lips were on yours, his free hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tugging you in closer as your fingertips reached out, circling his wrist.

He tasted sweet like chocolate, and so much more passionate than you had expected.

Then, without warning, he pulled away, eyes wide.

Your voice was raspy as you caught your breath. “Bob–”

He leaned back onto his feet, standing up. “I have to go.”

Before you could even get to your feet, Bob had his shoes on, the empty bottles of wine scooped up in his arms. He turned back to you, blue eyes wild. “I’ll see you on Monday,” he said before hurrying down the hallway, swinging the door open and jogging down the steps.

You leaned your arms against the wooden desk and pressed a finger to your lip, the heat of Bob’s kiss still warm on your skin.

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dreamsallalongthewatchtower · 1 year ago

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CH. 4 Conflict of Interest

Summary: Jake realizes he might actually like Maya. Phoenix is none to pleased with this.

Notes: Cursing, Fighting, Mentions of Alcohol

Word count: 2.8k

Jake rolled over and reached for Maya only to grab pillows and some of the blanket. He laid there for a second remembering the events that transpired. Jake could still smell the warm vanilla scent from Maya on her pillows. Still in his underwear Jake got out of the bed and looked around for something to cover up with. On a chair he saw his clothes from the night before folded up with a note on top. There are some sweatpants and some old T-shirts in the closet if you want to borrow some more comfortable clothes. Jake crossed the room and opened the closet door. A plethora of oversized clothes hung neatly organized by color and style. Jake grabbed a pair of black sweatpants and a green shirt that had another band logo on it. Peeking his head into the studio to see if maybe Maya had gone in there Jake found no one. Upstairs he heard some noise. The daggers were all probably raiding the kitchen for much needed hangover cures. Walking up the steps Jake couldn’t help but be thankful he hadn’t drunk too much last night. Thinking he could start to give everyone shit for their hangovers, Jake emerged ready to let loose. The only person he saw was Bob. “Hey Floyd, have you seen Maya?” Jake inquired. “Yeah, her and Natasha went out for some supplies. They should be back soon.” Bob answered. Jake sighed; he had hoped to see Maya in the morning. That was something that helped Jake determine a next step with girls was how they looked in the morning. He thought about Maya in just a t-shirt with messy hair and a voice as soft as her blankets. Getting lost in his thoughts, Jake hadn’t noticed Javy and Mickey escorting the girls they had been with, out the front door. It wasn’t until Javy placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder that made him snap back to reality. “So, bro where did you disappear to last night?” Javy asked. “Come on, when have you known me to share my secrets.” Jake joked, not wanting to reveal he was with Maya. “Looks like you got lucky though?” Jake asked. “Yeah, Twins, but I had to take one for the team. Mickey was the one who got lucky. My twin just wanted to cuddle.” Javy responded. Before Jake could inquire about Mickey the front door swung open, a tired Natasha walked in with a couple jugs of orange juice. Maya followed right behind her with a couple grocery bags in her hands.

“Good morning, everyone. I’ll be making some breakfast and we have the stuff for mimosas. Little hair of the dog for those who need it.” A cheerful Maya said walking into the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” Bob asked. “You know I think I got it, but if you want to help, I could use a good back popping, I think I slept on it wrong or something.” Maya said. Jake couldn’t help but smirk. Whether Maya was telling the truth or just covering up the real reason, he knew her back was hurting because of him. Bob walked over to Maya and had her cross her arms over her chest, embracing her from behind Bob picked up Maya and squeezed her. A couple pops rippled through Maya as a look of relief washed over her. “Thank you.” Maya said as she unpacked the rest of the groceries. As the last two woke up, Jake’s wish of getting Maya alone again wasn’t going to happen any time soon. He resided him at the counter across from Maya watching her cook. Natasha finished making a mimosa for everyone; their first drink of the day. “So, I have to go to work here in a little bit, until three. There is an extra car, the keys are hanging up by the door in the garage. Go get your things and I’ll meet you back here.” Maya said to Natasha. “Okay, is there anything we need that I can grab while we’re out?” Natasha asked “Uh! NO! Hello, are you still drunk? What did we just do?” Maya shouted. Natasha mocked her friend quietly and stuck her tongue out at her when she wasn’t looking. Jake couldn’t help but notice how the two women did act like siblings. After a while Jake drifted out to the back patio joining the men of the dagger squad. “I hope we get to go to a strip club soon, I have a wad of cash that is burning a hole in my pocket.” Javy threw out. “Javy you wouldn’t know what to do if a beautiful women came up to you asking for a dance.” Mickey joked. “Okay, here you go. Green chili, eggs, potatoes and bacon. There are also tortillas in the kitchen. I have to go get ready and head out.” Maya said making herself a small bowl of food. The daggers wasted no time getting their plates ready. “Mm! Who knew she could make chili. I might make her mine just on the promise of her cooking alone.” Rueben said. “I might have already beat you to it.” Jake said, thinking it would pass over. However, Natasha caught the remark. “What did you say?” she asked sharply looking at Jake. “Nothing.” Jake remarked. Tension started to build in the air. Jake finished his second plate and disappeared into the house. Even with Jake out of sight the energy coming from Natasha could not be ignored. While the rest of the daggers departed into the house to get ready Natasha stayed outside trying to plan what she was going to say to Jake. She knew once he had his sights set on someone it was hard to talk him out of it. However, this was Natasha’s best friend in the entire world. The person she could call to help her hide a body. There was no way Natasha was going to let Jake do what he was known for to her person. As the rest of the men came back outside, Bob, tried to talk Natasha down from the ledge he could see her ready to jump from. “Your friend looks like she could chew Jake and spit him out. Don’t fight him, let him make a fool out of himself.” Bob said. “It’s not that, I just don’t want him to have the chance to make a fool out of himself.” Natasha said. “Let’s just go to the hotel, pick up our things and cool off?” Bob suggested. “Okay, but I need to say something to him, so he knows to stay away from Maya.” Natasha finished. Bob just nodded his head and walked away from Natasha. Before long the daggers took the extra car left for them back to their hotel to grab their bags. To much of the relief of everyone Natasha was settled in the back of the SUV and Jake was the one driving. Pulling into the hotel, Jake was blissfully unaware of the chewing coming his way. As the daggers went to their rooms, Natasha followed Bob into the room he checked into with Jake.

As the others grabbed their bags they piled into Bob and Jake’s shared room. Natasha felt she needed to make it known to the whole group that they were to stay away from her friend. “Okay, I need to make you aware of some things.” Natasha started. “While she has been a ray of sunshine and a gracious host, Maya is not one to play with or fool around with. She has been through too much and needs someone who will stick around. Not a quick fling.” Natasha said looking exclusively at Jake. “Phoenix” Mickey started. “No! This is not up for discussion. She’s my friend and you’re my friends as well and I don’t want to be in the middle of it. I will always pick Maya over you guys, no offense.” She let out. “Calm down Nix, no one is going to make you pick.” Jake let out, still oblivious that Natasha was addressing only him. “Listen Bagman. Stay away from my friend. She is not your plaything while we’re out here.” Natasha retorted. “Well, that might be too late. We might have slept together last night. But I promise I’m not going to hu” Jake was cut off by Natasha lunging at him. The room erupted into chaos. Natasha on top of Hangman trying to land a blow, she was being pulled by Mickey, Rueben and Rooster. The three men held Natasha back and guided her to the window. “Natasha calm down okay, just calm down.” Rooster said. “Seresin, you end it now or I will do it for you!” Natasha shouted. “I don’t need this. Javy, will you grab my bags, I’m out of here. I’ll be on the strip; I’ll find my way back to the house.” Jake said as he exited the room. Walking out into the hot day, Jake couldn’t help but curse himself and the hot day. Walking to The House of Blues Jake didn’t know where Maya was but he figured he could start where he first met her and try to pry some information out of those who knew Maya. Walking into the club, Jake was one of three people in the place. With no server in sight Jake sat at the bar. To his luck the same bartender was working this morning. “Hi soldier. What can I get you?” Lola asked. “The number of Maya Atwell.” Jake replied flatly. “Still working on that one huh?” Lola said. “Yes and no. Her friend is a friend of mine, and we are staying at Judy’s place, and I just want to let her know we got separated. She went to work this morning and she didn’t say where.” Jake said half telling the truth. “Well if you’re out at Judy’s place then you actually know Maya. Let me write down her number for you. It’s Saturday so she is probably at The Mint Tavern.” Lola said as she wrote down ten digits. “Thank you so much Lola.” Jake left a ten on the bar for her. Leaving The House of Blues Jake hailed a cab and let the driver know to drive to the tavern where Maya worked.

The short ride to the tavern gave Jake enough time to wonder what Natasha meant by Maya has been through a lot. As he paid the cab driver, Jake was still wondering what Maya had been through. Walking into the nearly empty tavern, Jake couldn’t immediately see Maya. He once again settled at the bar. Waiting for a bartender Jake was starting to lose hope that he was in the wrong place. An older lady came out of a door with Maya following behind her. Both were carrying cases of wine. Jake knew Maya hadn’t seen him yet, so he cleared his throat. Both women looked at Jake. The older lady said something to Maya and disappeared behind the door. Maya walked over to Jake. “I thought you were supposed to be at the house or hotel?” Maya said. “Yeah, well I needed to get away from those guys. You never gave me your number, so I had to track you down. Your friend Lola gave it to me.” Jake let out waiving a napkin around. Maya let out a chuckle. “Well, I have to help set up our new part of the bar if you want to help, or I could have Joan make sure your glass is never empty” Maya suggested. “I’ll just sit here for a few. I have a few things I need to mull over.” Jake answered. Maya nodded and walked away. Joan came out and studied Jake before she asked him for his drink order. “I’ll take a long island iced tea.” Jake answered. Joan whipped up Jake his drink and went back to help her counterpart. Waiting for Maya to get off work Jake had a total of four long island iced teas. A little tipsy Jake knew he had to ask Maya about her past. Saying goodbye to her friend, Maya headed in Jake’s direction. “Okay Ken doll you ready to go back to the house and get ready for a concert?” Maya asked. “Yeah, let’s go before I get too drunk.” Jake said. Walking to her car Maya could help but ask why Jake was on his own. “Phoenix yelled at me for getting involved with you and I left because three of the boys held her back and I didn’t want to be around the rest because I didn’t want to answer their questions.” Jake said. “Oh, I see. Well, you have to understand Natasha is like my big sister. You have to take what she says with a grain of salt. Don’t let it get you down fly boy.” Maya stated. “What else did Natasha have to say?” Maya asked. “That you have been through a lot and you need someone who will be around. What have you been through Maya? I know about your ex, kind of. But she made it sound like your life has been nothing but tragedy.” Jake uttered. Taking a second to unlock her car and getting into the driver’s side Maya knew this would come up. Jake slipped in the passenger side waiting for an answer. “First off, she has no right to tell you guys that and second, I have had a lot happen to me and some people might chalk it up to be tragedy, but it made me who I am, so I like to think of it as character development.” Maya answered. Her reply was enough for Jake. Pulling out of her parking spot Maya turned her radio to a classic rock station. The ride to the house was filled with Jake and Maya singing along to Aerosmith, Guns n Roses, and Journey. As the two walked into the house they didn’t think about what was waiting for them. A silence fell over the house when Jake and Maya walked in.

Studying their faces Maya noticed one was missing. “Where’s Natasha?” Maya asked. “Right here, we need to talk.” Natasha said, grabbing her friend by the arm. Walking to Natasha’s room Maya couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she was being dragged. Sitting on an unmade bed Maya braced herself for the lecture she was about to receive. After Natasha shut the door, she sat across from her friend. “What the hell are you thinking?” Natasha asked. “What do you mean?” Maya said coyly. “You know what I mean. You and Jake? I mean he’s not a bad guy, but he’s not made for long term relationships. Do you really want to get hurt again? Because I can guarantee Jake will hurt you.” Natasha let out. “Nat, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself, besides who said I was looking for a serious relationship?” Maya responded. “Maya, I know you, you don’t do flings, but if you say you can take care of yourself than who am I to say anything. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Natasha finished. The women exited the bedroom. “Okay!” Maya shouted. “Let’s get ready and head over to The Chelsea for Florida Georgia Line!” The daggers jumped up and went to their respective rooms to get their best looks together. Maya and Natasha got ready in the basement together. “What are you wearing?” Maya inquired. “I have this cute crop top and a jean skirt, or I have these jeans I could wear with my cowgirl boots.” Natasha said unsure. Two women looked over the outfits. “I think you should wear your jeans, but I have some shirts you can go through.” Maya suggested as she pulled back her hair. “What are you going to wear?” Natasha asked. “Ripped jeans, my black boots, a grey t-shirt and a flannel.” Maya said. “Wow, you are so sure of you outfit.” Natasha replied. “No, actually I had to try some on and get approval from their manager, this was the most suitable.” Maya said. After deciding on what to wear and pack with them the two women made their way upstairs. All of the men looked very handsome. Maya made them aware of this by whistling. Instantly they all smiled and blushed. Maya, who looked like she was in the middle of getting ready, had a couple backpacks in her hands. It was now four o’clock. Sound check was in 45 minutes. “Okay, let’s get into the SUV and head over there for soundcheck. Who has the keys?” said Maya leading everyone outside. Rooster shook the keys already getting into the driver’s seat. As the last person got into the vehicle Rooster started his drive to the venue.

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 6

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 5 | Masterlist

I stared at the ceiling as Aaron got dressed. "Now, about that phone. I'll be keeping it when we're together, no point in you having one when I'm with you. I'll be routinely checking it for new numbers, the only ones allowed in it are the ones I've already put in." I didn't even acknowledge him, just stared at the ceiling as my dress was still bunched around my waist. "Oh baby, we'll get back to how we used to be. I promise. With Bradley out of the picture, we'll be in love just like we used to be. Who knows, I may finally give you that wedding you wanted, you still have the dress." He said as he brushed some hair out of my face, kissing my lips, which I didn't even react to. I couldn't. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I have to call work about something." He said before walking out of the bedroom door, closing it behind him.

I gasped, like him leaving the room finally allowed me to breathe. The sobs hit immediately, and I covered my face as I cried, I rolled onto my stomach. I lost my shot at getting out, and now Bradley was in the middle more than ever. We'll get back to how we used to be. "No." I muttered into the sheets. "No. No. No!" I yelled as I sobbed into the sheets. I could never love Aaron how I used to, and after being with Bradley, I never truly loved Aaron, not like I do Rooster. "I can't do this." It was spoken out loud for myself. I truly couldn't, but I had to unless I wanted to get Rooster killed.

"Hey, Penny. Can I get a beer?" I asked as she came over and handed me a beer with a smile. "And whose this?" She asked, nodding to Aaron behind me. "This is Aaron." I had to take a breath before answering. "My husband." Her face fell as she looked into my eyes, but she recovered quicky. "Penny Benjamin." She held her hand out and she gripped his hand in an iron grip as they shook. "Pleasure." Penny glared at him. "Sure." She muttered before turning and tending to her other patrons.

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"Where are your friends?" I looked around and spotted them. "Pool table, but I don't feel like going over there." He scoffed and grabbed my arm, ripping me from my seat, tucking my arm in his. We walked over and I slapped a smile on my face. "Hey, y'all!" I announced and everyone cheered, Halo pulling me into a tight hug. "Aaron, this is Halo, and Omaha. Yale and Harvard." I said gesturing to everyone. "And this is Bob, he's been my back seater through all this." I said and he shook Aaron's hand, receiving a glare. "Y'all, this is my husband Aaron." Everyone was shocked seeing as I never mentioned my love life, let alone a husband. "You're married?!" Harvard yelled and I nodded. "Been together since Junior year." The questions flooded through, Aaron making it out like we were utterly in love. I held back tears all night, but plastered a smile on my face and no one was none the wiser. That's the thing about spending years hiding your true feelings, no one ever notices.

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"And in first place..." Admiral Heatherly paused. Bob looked to me with a smirk, my face remaining neutral. "Lieutenant Wilder and Lieutenant Floyd!" A small smile grew on my face as Bob jumped up, cheering. Suddenly I was yanked out of my seat by him, and he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Thank you." I hugged him back, tightly. "You're so welcome, Bobby." We were handed the trophy and we held it up as everyone around us cheered. "I'm bummed we didn't win, but I'm not mad we lost to you two." Harvard said as him and Yale pulled us into a hug.

I looked past them and saw a familiar blonde head, I excused myself and walked over. "Hangman?" He smirked at me. "My, my, Magnolia. Truly are as beautiful as they say." I chuckled. After I initially rejected Jake he was mad and hostile, but we've bumped into each other a few times over the years and while he is incredibly frustrating, his flirting is harmless. "Well thank you, why are you here?" He chuckled. "A buddy of mine is graduating, came by to see him." I nodded, now noticing he was in his dress whites. "I will say though, I am a little surprised you came out in first place." I chuckled at his words. "Why cause I'm a girl?" He laughs. "Okay, a little." I gasped slightly on mock surprise. Suddenly a hand clasped on my shoulder and my eyes went wide, freezing. "Hey baby, whose this?" Aaron asked, I stayed stock still and thankfully Hangman stepped in.

"Oh come on, you don't remember me? We met at the gala last year. Jake Seresin, Hangman?" A bulb went off in Aarons head. "No way man!" They headed off into a conversation, allowing me to walk back over to Bob. "I can't believe you did it." I quirked a brow. "Me? Bob you're the best WSO I've had the pleasure of working with. I'm so grateful that we got put together." I said and he smiled at me. "You're husband seems to be a little protective." I shrugged, more like possessive. "Yeah, he's not a fan of my line of work. He'd rather me be behind a desk somewhere." An arm went around my shoulders and I froze. "Oh, come on babe. Don't lie to your little friends now, I'm so proud of you." He pulled me into a kiss and it took everything within me not to push him away. "I know you're caught up in the celebration, but you each have orders." I had never been more grateful to be sent into the middle of the ocean.

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"I'm giving this to you because you'll be gone. I better not find any odd numbers on the call log when you get back." I nodded, numb at this point. We spent most of last night arguing and this morning was the same. "I love you and I'll be right here when you get back." He said before pulling me into a kiss, which I didn't return. "Kiss me back or I make the call." He whispered against my lips. A few tears ran down my cheeks as I kissed him back, my arms being thrown around his shoulders. "I love you, so much." He said and I choked on a sob. "Love you too." I muttered before grabbing my bag and walking towards the plane to load up.

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I stared out at the sea, usually being on a ship brings me peace, like it's where I'm meant to be. But I'm still numb, knowing that when we get back to Miramar, I'll have to go with Aaron. "Caila." I stared out at the ocean as Bob walked up next to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded slightly. "I'm okay, Bob." He sighed and stayed quiet for a moment, playing with his dog tags, as if he was trying to avoid something. We stayed that way for a few minutes before he stood straight and moved to stand in front of me. "If you can't do this, then you need to tell me so I can find another pilot to fly with." I furrowed my brows at him. "Something's up with you, and I don't know what it is. I'm your friend Caila, but I can't get in that jet with you if you aren't all there. I can't put my life on the line that way." I nodded and took a deep breath. "So you can either get your shit together, or I can go talk to the commander and get us both pulled from this mission and jeopardize more lives." I nodded. "You're right." He stared at me. "I need to leave my problems at the door, because my actions don't just affect me." He smiled at me and I smiled back, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you, Bobby. I don't know what I'd do without you." He chuckled and hugged me back. "Be lost and not know whose behind you." I chuckled as they called us over, to get ready for take off. "You're right, Bobby. You're so right."

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The whole ride back to Buckhead I wondered. What would happed when I stopped answering Rooster and Phoenix's texts and calls. What would happen when I never showed up to Norfolk International? When I never sprinted towards Rooster? Never took those flowers he said he'd have? He would be angry with me, he would probably try to call me a million times, to a number that's already been disconnected.

I tried to imagine the hands on my waist as Rooster's, but the grip was too tight, I'd have bruises in the morning. They would match the ones on my ribs. Rooster would never leave bruises like those. Never hurt me, his bruises would be from love and making sure I enjoyed him giving them to me. I had my eyes closed, trying to imagine it was Rooster under me, moaning as his hands wandered my body. "Fuck, baby." Aaron's voice brought me back as tears fell down my face. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he came. "You take your pill?" I nodded. "Good, can't have any little shits running around." He chuckled. I slowly slid off of him, laying on my side of the bed, facing away from him. "Oh come on baby, don't be like that." He leaned over me, wrapping an arm around my chest and groping my breast.

"You're getting better. Not that good, but better." I didn't even care that he insulted me, I just laid there and ignored him. He sighed and got up, slipping his boxers back on before walking out of the bedroom. After a few minutes he came back with a glass of red wine, I'm not a fan of red. "Here, baby. Drink some, it always puts you in a better mood." He held it out to me and I avoided his gaze. "Caila." I glanced to him and saw the hard look on his face. I sat up and took the glass from him, taking a sip. It was okay, just a two buck chuck from Costco. "Good, now I'm going to take a shower." He said turning and heading for the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and I sighed, dealing with him while I'm tipsy is better than dealing with him when I'm sober. I'll just finish this glass, then go pour myself some of the Riesling I had in the fridge.

Five minutes go by before I hear a pounding on the front door, I furrowed my brows and stood, slipping on some sleep shorts and a baggy naval academy shirt. I rushed down the stairs, wine glass still in hand. Without thinking I ripped the front door open, tired of hearing whoever it was pounding on it. As soon as I saw who it was, my wine glass slipped from my hand, the red spilling all over the marble floor. "Rooster?" I gasped out as tears welled in my eyes. "No. No. NO!" I yelled stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind me, tears falling down my cheeks. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked as my chest heaved.

If Aaron saw him, it was over. He'd make a call and he'd be dead in seconds. I looked around, trying to see if I could see anyone following him but I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary on the quiet suburban street. "What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here? You should've gotten off a plane in Norfolk four days ago!" He was in distress, he looks like he hasn't been sleeping. "I have been worried sick about you! So I came down here to get you!" My breath caught in my throat. "Remember, if anything happens, I'm coming for you and I'm getting you out. You're mine now, and I'm not letting you go." He did come for me, he actually showed up. "Rooster-" "Why?" I bit my lip. "It's complicated." He shook his head and turned, running his hands through his hair. "BULLSHIT!" I jumped, he didn't yell at me, I knew he wouldn't. "Stop! You're going to wake the neighborhood!"

"Where is he?" He asked, marching up to me on the porch. I shook my head. "Rooster, no. You're not doing this." I said placing my hand on his chest. Immediately it was like my hand was on fire, in the best way. "Go home, Rooster." I said as I turned for the door, he snatched my wrist. "How can I, when home is wherever you are?" He sounded so heart broke, I turned to face him as tears slid down my cheeks. "Because I'm-" "Everything okay?" We both turned to see Melissa standing in the front yard. Only a shirt on, one of Aaron's, and barefoot as her blonde curls framed her face. "Fine, Melissa. Go home." She seemed stunned, usually I was cordial with her just to save myself the argument, but not tonight. "Hey, don't take it out on me! I just came to see what was going on." She snapped and I glared at her. "Oh my god." She muttered. "You're having an affair!" She yelled with a smirk on her face. How the hell could she know that?

"You would know all about affairs don't you, Melissa? Maybe learn to stay out of people's business." She rolled her eyes. "I stay out of people's business." My jaw dropped. "You couldn't stay out of my marriage, that's not your business." She froze and Rooster looked up at me, questioning if I wanted to do this. "Let's get this all out in the open why don't we?" I pointed at Melissa. "Rooster, this is Melissa. The same Melissa that has been sleeping with my husband since my FIRST FUCKING DEPLOYMENT!" I yelled out, pissed. I was suffering and I wanted her to suffer too. He glared at me. "Mags, come on. Let's take a breather-" "Yeah, I've been fucking him. And he's told me I'm a thousand times better than you." I rolled my eyes. "I don't give a fuck if that's what he thinks. I'd rather die than fuck him again." Rooster's head snapped up to me.

"Then divorce him." She said smirking, as if she thought I could never let him go. "I tried, he blocked it." She furrowed her brows. "He said-" I stepped past Rooster, slowly walk towards Melissa till we were face to face and barefoot in my yard. "Said what? That he'd leave me for you? Honey, I am doing you a favor and saving you from a lot of hurt right now! You should be fucking grateful!" I yelled. Suddenly arms were around my waist and I was pulled away. "Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled, elbowing Rooster in the ribs. He dropped me as the front door swung open. I looked up and saw Aaron standing in the doorway, he was smirking and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" My heart plummeted to my feet, his presence reminded me of the original reason I was trying to get Rooster to leave. "Bradshaw. Never thought you'd show up."

"Guess you underestimated me." Rooster pushed me behind him and I grabbed his bicep. "Rooster, please. Don't do this." Aaron smirked. "Yeah Rooster, don't do it." He taunted. He pulled out his phone, grinning at me. The fear made me feel like I was going to fall out, he was going to have Rooster killed on our front steps. "Aaron!" I yelled, pushing past Rooster who tried to grab me and I grabbed Aaron's arm. "Don't do this, please." I stared at him, tears running down my face, he stared at me for a beat. "God, I could never say no to you." He said placing his hand on my cheek, making me turn away as he wiped the tears off my cheek. "I'll give you ten minutes to get him out of here, but then I make the call." He whispered in my ear.

He wasn't going to leave willingly. An idea popped into my head. Willingly. I rushed inside and upstairs, into the bedroom. I went into Aaron's bedside table, pulling out the phone he got me, calling 911. "911, what's your emergency?" I stood in the bedroom, not wanting to go downstairs. "My name is Caila Wilder, and I am at 7658 Turnbrook street. I have a man outside and he's yelling and acting all kinds of crazy!" It was silent for a moment. "And do you know this man?" I sighed and rubbed my face. "Not too well, we met when I was on a trip. His name is like Bradford or something." I didn't want him in any real trouble, just away from me. "Please hurry, my husband is pissed and I don't want him getting hurt." I could hear yelling downstairs and honestly hoped Rooster would beat the shit out of Aaron, I'd bail him out any day.

"Don't worry Mrs. Wilder, I have two units en route." I sighed, "Thank you." We hung up and I went back downstairs. I took a deep breath before walking outside. Aaron was in Roosters face, "You can leave, or I can kill you right here where you stand!" I rushed forward as Rooster lunged, grabbing Aaron. "You can kill me, but I will make sure you go down with me motherfucker! YOU DON'T FUCKING DESERVE HER!" "HEY! HEY!" I stepped between them, pushing them apart. I whipped around to Aaron and felt dizzy as I did so. "Just stop, the cops are on their way." I heard Rooster chuckle and I turned and glared at him, the vertigo getting worse. "They're coming for you." I said and his face dropped. "Me? I came to get you away from this psychopath!" I grabbed my head as the everything around me spun, Rooster reaching out for me. "I don't need your help." My words started slurring.

"What the fuck?" I said as I looked to Rooster and I couldn't even see him properly. He was distorted. I felt myself sway and trip over my own feet, I fell back towards Aaron and I felt arms around me. "Hey, pretty girl. Look at me." I heard Rooster, he was closer to my face so I could see him better. I couldn't even form sentences at this point. "Hey honey, hang in there." I could hear the sirens but my eyes slowly rolled back in my head and I lost consciousness.

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I turned over the next morning, groaning as the sun flowed in. "Hey baby." I tensed at his voice, wanting to sink into the mattress as he sat next to me. "You had a lot of wine last night, knocked out in the middle of arguing with Rooster." My eyes flew open, it wasn't a dream? "We have to go down to the station by noon to give our statements. Don't worry babe, we're gonna press charges and get him away from us for good." He kissed me before standing. He was in a black shirt and royal blue running shorts. "I'm going for a run before we go, I'll be gone about an hour." I nodded as he left, I waited a few minutes after the door closed and I jumped up, nausea hitting me as I did. Oh, I was definitely hung over.

I got dressed in some leggings and a baggy t-shirt before snatching my sunglasses, purse and keys off the dresser. I rushed down to my jeep and took off for the police station, trying not to puke. As I arrived I rushed in, "Is Bradley Bradshaw still here?" The officer looked up at me, wide eyed. "Mrs. Wilder glad to see you're okay. Mr. Bradshaw is still here, would you like to press the charges?" I furrowed my brows. "What charges?" He looked at the list. "Trespassing, and Assault. Those are the only two right now." I shook my head gently. "He didn't threaten or harm anyone, he didn't even yell the whole time." Well, that was a lie and hopefully one I could keep in the dark.

"Look, I just want to get him out. How much is his bail?" The officer told me and I paid it, five hundred dollars later. They went and got him, I paced in the lobby as I waited. "Here's your phone." The officer glared at him as Rooster snatched his phone. He slowly came down the stairs, staring at his phone as he did. He looked up, his face softening upon seeing me. I figured he would storm past me, deciding to walk to pick up his truck at the impound lot but instead he rushed over, gathering me in his arms. "Thank god, you're okay." He held me, and I should've immediately pushed him away but I decided to be selfish for a minute. I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his intoxicating scent as he buried his face in my hair. "God, you scared me last night." I pulled back, my arms still around him as he cradled my face. "What happened after I passed out?"

"Mags?" Rooster called out, still cradling Magnolia in his arms. The officers pulled into the driveway, Rooster turned with Magnolia in his arms. "Hey! We need an ambulance!" Both officers pointed their guns at him. "Sir, put the woman down." Rooster furrowed his brows. "Put her down!" The other officer yelled, motioning for him to put her down. He complied, gently laying her on the ground. He slowly stood back up with his hands raised. "What'd you do to her?" They asked as one cuffed his hands behind his back. "Nothing! I'd never hurt her." One officer scoffed. They walked him over to the cruiser, and as he turned he saw Aaron bent over her body, brushing the hair from her face. He was livid, watching Aaron play the caring husband he should've been to begin with.

"Sir, do you still want us to call an ambulance?" They asked, looking over to Aaron who had now picked you up in his arms, struggling. "No, she had a glass of wine. She's a real lightweight." Rooster furrowed his brows, Magnolia was a lightweight but more of a two drinks in and she's giggly lightweight. This was something else, then he remembered she dropped a half a glass of wine when she opened the door. "He put something in her drink." He said looking at the officer, who furrowed his brows. "He put something in her fucking drink!" Rooster yelled. They rolled their eyes and forced him into the cruiser.

Tears welled in my eyes, I felt so bad to put him through that but he's standing here alive because I did. "Um, thank you. For trying to get help." He brushed my hair back, and I took a step back. "Rooster, this has to stop." He ran his hands over his face. "I can't just quit you." I was wringing my hands together. "Well, you're gonna have to. I can't do this Rooster, it was just some pipe dream. Being with you, it can never happen. I belong here with Aaron, not you." He looked hurt, and it broke my heart. "I'll give you a ride to the impound lot for the Bronco, but after that all communication is gone." He scoffed. "Is that why you changed your number? And won't talk to me or Phoenix?" I swallowed, hating myself for spitting out the next words. "Yeah, Aaron doesn't like you guys. I have to respect that." He scoffed. "Like he respects you enough to not fuck your neighbor because apparently you can't satisfy him?" I bit my lip, that hurt but it was good, he was angry. "I lead you on Rooster, you were just some boytoy I was chasing, thinking you were better than Aaron. You're not." He looked hurt as he stormed past me. "I'll walk to the fucking impound lot." I stood there as I felt my heart break. I cried as I walked out to my jeep, seeing him walk down the street. I started it up and blew past him, sobbing my heart out as I headed home.

As I got home Aaron had come out of the shower. "I heard from a little birdie you went down to the station." I bit my lip, scared of what was to come next. "You bailed him out." I nodded. "Why?" I looked up at him. "Because he didn't actually do anything." I felt his hand strike me across the face, knocking me into the couch which I caught myself on. "HE'S THE PROBLEM FOR EVERYTHING!" He screamed at me. "LIKE YOU WEREN'T THE ONE TO STEP OUT ON THIS MARRIAGE FIRST!" His hand wrapped around me throat, squeezing just enough. "I took care of that problem, Melissa won't be coming around anymore." He said before letting me go, shoving me backwards into the couch table, knocking a candle over. "Clean that shit up." He demanded as I straightened myself up. "Always breaking shit." I heard him mutter as he disappeared into the kitchen.

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"CAILA!" I jumped, smudging my mascara in the mirror. What did I do now? It's been a month since Rooster showed up, and exactly three weeks since it was realized, Melissa was missing. It was like she walked right out her door, no one can find her. I wiped my face and walked downstairs, "Everything okay?" I asked. He was squatting on the floor by the couch. He stood and turned to me. "I got you something." He said giving me a smile, one I haven't seen since we first started dating. He shifted to the side and the most adorable puppy ran towards me. It was all black with beautiful blue eyes. "Oh, hi!" I cheered as I got in the floor. The puppy ran up, trying to chew my hands as I pet it. "It's a girl, I figured you could name her."

I grabbed her and stood. "Oh, you're perfect." I looked at her paws. "My god! You're gonna be a big girl!" I said as she licked my face. "Not really, she's a mini great dane." I furrowed my brows. "Um, these are as big as bear paws. But don't worry, you'll grow into them!" I said as she squirmed in my arms. She already stood a foot tall, head to paw, she'll be a big girl. "Should we go to the pet store?" Aaron asked and I nodded. "Yes!" I rushed forward and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you." He nodded and grabbed my hand, leading us out to my jeep and to the pet store, where we spent so much money on dog beds, collar and leash, toys, training gear and a crate.

~~~

"Dahlia, no!" I said as I snatched my top from her. "No, ma'am. You know better!" I scolded, she just hung her head and crawled into her crate. I pushed the door to be closed but never latched it. Dahlia is a handful at three months, she chews everything in sight and her toys only work for so long. She's definitely a super chewer and that means no soft toys, only durable ones. There was a knock on my dressing room door. "Come in." The door opened and Jameson stood there, tear tracks down his face and bloodshot eyes. "She call you?" He nodded. I rushed over and pulled his tall frame into a hug. "Why would she do this to me?" I shook my head. "Because she's an idiot for letting you go." He squeezed me as I rubbed his back.

Josephine, the girl who snagged my brothers heart three years ago. He proposed when we were all at dinner three nights ago, in the middle of a tour my mother all but forced me to join. She not only turned him down, but admitted she never loved him to begin with. Jameson, while being a tall and well built man, eight years older than me, has always been in touch with his emotions. He has no problem expressing his emotions, especially with me. We've been close since I was born, he was my best friend, my protector, and now it was my turn to protect him. He stood back and I wiped his eyes. "Come on J, I know it hurts but this proves she wasn't worth it, even if it doesn't feel that way now. It's gonna take a while, but I'm here every step of the way." He chuckled and sat on the couch in my dressing room, Dahlia coming out of her cage to prop herself against his knees, wanting attention. "It's hard to imagine that we hated each other as kids." I chuckled. "I wanted to play barbies, you wanted to ride bikes with your friends."

It wasn't till J turned sixteen and started driving that we got along. I covered for him when he snuck out, he brought me along with his friends. Plus seeing his friends and him spend time with his kid sister, caught the attention of many girls because it was 'sweet'. "Did you really not like her?" I shrugged. "In the beginning I did, but as time went on, I wasn't a fan. You didn't see it, but we saw how she treated you. That necklace you bought her for Christmas last year?" He nodded. "You know she had the gall to complain to me about it, asking me why it didn't have more diamonds?" He rolled his eyes. "I really am sorry J." He nodded. "Me too."

I furrowed my brows, "Why?" He sat there for a minute, just petting Dahlia as she rested her head on his knee. "For not getting you out." I pursed my lips. "I should've ran him off when I first noticed. But I thought, 'She's a big girl now, doesn't need her big brother to protect her.' Maybe I should've, now you're stuck." I scoffed and sat next to him on the couch, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I'll always need my big brother, you're my best friend J." He chuckled and squeezed me into a side hug. "She's restless." He said watching Dahlia. "Yeah, it's been about two hours since I walked her. I'll finish my hair and makeup before I take her." He nodded and left as I placed curls in my hair. My makeup was shimmery, bright. Over the time since I left for Top gun, I wrote so many songs and even recorded them in my off time. Mom offered for me to tour with her to get me away from Aaron, which I jumped at. He's been acting weird lately, nice one minute then mean the next.

Of course when I agreed, I didn't realize she would force me on stage. Jameson took the first opening spot so I would have more time between him and mom. We were in Austin, Texas. It was a sold out stadium and it was nerve wracking. We had four hours until the show started, plenty of time to wear Dahlia out. We walked around the venue, her using the bathroom as soon as we got outside, thank god she learns fast. We walked back inside and passed by one of the back entrances. "Come on man, I know her!" I stopped, hearing a familiar voice. "You're not on my list, you don't come in." I heard Mark, our head of security said. "I served with her man!" No way. I stepped around the corner with Dahlia on my heels to see Hangman and a blonde girl with him.

"Hangman?" His head snapped up and he smirked before motioning to me. "See!" He said as Mark crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you doing here?" He was in his khakis, giving me that million dollar smile. "Brought my sister, Laura here to see the show." He said motioning to the blonde girl with him. She gave me a small wave, standing kind of behind Hangman. I gave her a big smile and waved back. "No tickets?" He stepped closer. "No, it was last minute. Her birthday plans fell through." He said lowly and I nodded. "Well come on then." I said motioning them to follow me. "Mrs. Wilder," I cringed at the name. "Motley, Mark. They're friends and they're fine." I said sternly.

I motioned them to follow me, walking back inside. "So, you're touring now?" I nodded. "Just until I get another assignment. Mom kind of forced me to join." He chuckled. "And that husband of yours?" I shrugged. "Home, he doesn't like being on the road. I love it." Hangman nodded. "Well Magnolia, this is my older sister Laura." She smiled at me and shook my hand. "I always knew you gave off little brother energy Hangman." Laura laughed. "He's the youngest." I smirked at him. "Aw, da wittle baby!" He gave me an award winning grin. "So, since it's your birthday, how about we go pester my brother?" Laura stalled. "Oh, I don't know. I'd hate to bother him." I chuckled. "He needs the distraction, come on." I grabbed her hand and led her to J's dressing room.

I pounded on the door, in hopes I startled him. The door swung open, "What the hell do you want?" He asked dramatically. "I came to introduce some friends of mine." I said leaning on the door frame. "J, this is Hangman, we served together, and this is is older sister Laura." I smiled at him and noticed the look in his eyes. "H-hi, I'm Jameson." She giggled as he grabbed her hand kissing it. I looked to Hangman with raised brows, he stared at me then to them and back to me. Immediately the struck up a conversation, Laura taking J's arm and walking away. "Did that-" "Yep." I finished for Hangman. "I'm surprised," Hangman glared at me. "Stop. J proposed to his last girlfriend three days ago, I'm surprised he became that infatuated with a woman that quick." Hangman crossed his arms over his chest. "She's not a rebound." I nodded. "I doubt she will be, but I'll make sure of it."

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It's been three weeks since the show in Houston, we were in Virginia Beach, and Jameson and Laura have been talking non-stop. He actually just got back from visiting her. "Caila, she's so sweet and amazing." I smiled at him. "I'm glad you like her, J. I really am glad." He had a huge grin on his face. "I like her a lot." I chuckled as we split off, me going to my dressing room to get ready. I had half of my hair clipped up in a pile on my head while I curled the bottom half, when there was a knock on my door. "Come in." I was in the attached bathroom when the door opened, out of my sight. "Caila, someone's here to see you." My mom said making me quirk a brow. Who the hell could it be? We were in Virginia Beach and there was a huge Navy presence here, could be anyone.

"Okay, I'll be out in a second." I said as I adjusted the bedazzled bustier I was going to wear on stage. I slid on the cropped denim shorts before walking out, I wasn't sure who I expected. But Rooster was not it. My heart raced as I stopped in the doorway, staring at him. His back was to me as he pet Dahlia through her cage. I admired him for a moment, he had a hair cut but his curls were still prominent, his faded jeans clung to his legs. But of course, his Hawaiian shirt flowed around him, showing the muscles in his biceps, the same ones I launched myself into when he arrived in San Francisco. I wanted to just stare at him, stay in this peace, because I knew it would end in a matter of minutes.

I leaned on the doorway as he stood and turned, catching my eye. "Hey." I whispered and he gave me a small smile. "Hi." Silence filled the air and yet it was not uncomfortable. We stared at each other me playing with my fingers, him with his hands in his pockets. "You, uh, you look good." I smiled at him. Trying to make it seem like I'm okay, when in reality I only am because I haven't seen Aaron in five weeks. "Thanks, you look good too." God he did, he was a little more tan since I last saw him but that mustache never changed. "So, you're performing now?" I nodded. "Until I get an assignment." He nodded. "And Aaron?" I sighed, knowing this conversation would take a turn. "Seattle for some seminar, he doesn't like being on the road anyway." He bit his lip. "Rooster?" He looked to me and I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes, one I had to crush.

"Why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Your mom invited me to see the show and give me some pictures." He held them out to me. There were two, one was a man who looked almost exactly like Rooster, and a blonde woman. They both had huge grins on their faces as the woman had something in her hand, upon closer inspection I saw it was two pregnancy tests. My mom was standing next to the woman, looking like she was jumping up and down with excitement. "Are-are these your parents?" He nodded. "My dad Nick and my mom Carol." A smile grew on my face. "You could be your dads twin." I looked up at him, he was standing a little behind me, looking at the picture. "But I meant, why are you here in my dressing room?" I asked as I flipped to the second picture. It was my parents wedding, and Nick and Carol were handing my beaming mother a little baby.

"I wanted to talk to you." I inhaled deeply as I handed him the pictures and sat in my chair, putting some space between us. "What about?" He licked his lips as he stared at the pictures. "Why did you really not come to Norfolk?" I pursed my lips, staring at my hands. "You know, I wasn't popular in school. Guys never really paid me much mind. But Aaron did, first thing he called me was beautiful." I looked up at him to see him staring at me. "I had never been called that by a guy. It made me giddy. Our relationship was great until it wasn't, but by that time I was in so deep. I love him, a lot." I wanted to vomit as the words left my mouth. "When I called you that weekend in San Francisco, it was a moment of weakness. Aaron and I were going through a rough patch, and I sought comfort from the only person who I know would give it without a second thought."

He looked hurt at my words. "That's all you were Rooster, just someone who would hold me while I thought my marriage was falling apart." He sat on the couch in the dressing room, holding his head in his hands. "I led you on Rooster," I said as I stood and walked over, crouching in front of him and resting my hand on his knee. It's like my hand caught on fire in the best way. "I led you on, and I am so sorry because I never wanted to hurt you." I said as tears slid down my face. He looked up at me, sadness and tears in his eyes. "I would've let you keep leading me on if it meant you were mine." He laid his hand over mine on his knee. "Rooster, it will never happen, and until you realize that you're just gonna keep hurtin'." He stood, intertwining his fingers behind his head.

"Why not me? Am I not-" "Don't you dare ask me if you're not good enough, Bradley." He stared at me as I glared in return. "Listen to me. You are a wonderful man, you have such a big heart, you care, you're kind, and you fight so hard for things you want. I just met Aaron first, and fell in love with him." He had tears running down his face. "He gives me what I need." He dropped his hands. "You really know how to spin a lie, Mags." I furrowed my brows. "He gives you what he thinks you need. Living in a loveless marriage, that's not you." I pursed my lips. "My marriage isn't loveless." His face was turning red from frustration. Good, he'll see how difficult I am and hopefully stay away. "You said so yourself that first night at Phoenix's!" He spoke loudly but didn't yell. I rubbed my face. "I was lost Rooster, you showed me attention and I ate it up." He scoffed. "Did you know Aaron is the only guy I've ever been with in anyway? First boyfriend, first kiss, first everything. First guy to ever show me attention that wasn't to laugh at me."

His face fell. "In the airport, it was a moment between us. You asked why I never arrived in Norfolk, it's because after you left I realized. I realized I could never leave Aaron! I love him, he loves me. Why would I throw that away for you Rooster?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. "So, I'm not good enough." I had to hurt him, it was the only way. "I've tried to be nice Rooster, but no, you're not. You will never be good enough for me!" I yelled. "Get out! Goddammit, get out Rooster! I am tired of this fucking back and forth with you! I don't want you, I never truly have, and I never will!" The look on his face made me sick, "You mean it?" I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don't love you Rooster, get that through your thick fucking head and get out before I call security and have you tossed out." I couldn't look at him, I would give in if I did. After a moment I heard the door open and slam shut.

"You gave me that attention, it was new and quite frankly, a breath of fresh air. But I love him, Rooster. He treats me the way I deserve." He stormed over and grabbed my arms firmly, not tight but enough to hold me still. "And beating the shit out of you is what you deserve?" I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say. "Yeah, I know. I saw the bruises on your legs when I showed up that night. I know what he does to you." I pursed my lips. "And don't you ever say you deserve it." He grabbed my face in his hands. "I can and will give you everything you truly deserve. All you have to do is let me help you." I shoved his hands off my face. "God, just stop Rooster! It would never work, I-I'm too high maintenance for you!" I was spewing stuff to try and get him to leave. "Bullshit!" I scoffed. "I'm serious! You've seen me outside of uniform. The dresses, the jewelry, the shoes!" "You hate shoes, you'd rather be barefoot." I pursed my lips. "I don't love you. I never did."

I thought I would be okay but as I finished my hair the tears started. As I finished my hair the sobs hit and I could hardly support myself. I crawled over to the couch and laid on it, sobbing into a blanket I brought. "Caila?" Jameson rushed over, grabbing my shoulders. "What's wrong? I just saw Rooster and he was pissed, he was crying." I couldn't breathe let alone speak as I sobbed. "Caila! Hey, come on!" He sat me up, leaning my over his lap and rubbed my back as one hand ran through my hair. We sat like that for a few minutes before I could breathe. "What the hell, Caila." I sniffled as I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I love him, J." He stopped all movements, shocked. "Rooster?" I nodded as I sobbed. It took me a few more minutes before I calmed down completely. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course, I kept all your secrets over the years." I inhaled deeply. "You remember when Mom brought my jeep out to San Francisco?" I felt him nod. "After she left, I spoke to Rooster. He told me he would do anything for me. I asked him to fly out and he did. We spent that weekend together." "Caila, did you have an affair with him?" I nodded. "We never slept together but I was basically yeah, I did. He gave me my gold necklace and told me he loved me in the airport." I heard J sigh. "I called him and told him I loved him too. After Top gun I was gonna come home, file for divorce and catch a flight to Norfolk, where Rooster was going to pick me up from the airport and I was going to be with him."

"What changed?" I bit my lip. "Aaron found out and blocked the divorce." I couldn't tell him that Aaron was having Rooster followed, hell he probably already knows which made me nervous. "I had to make him think I didn't care, J. It broke my heart to see him so hurt." He kissed my head before sitting me up. "You hurt yourself in the process." I nodded as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I don't know what you're in Caila, but you can't keep doing this to yourself." I just leaned my head on his shoulder, not wanting to tell him anymore.

After two hours I was show ready. Denim shorts, my bedazzled bustier, and black and rhinestone fringe jacket. I walked over towards the stage, Jameson already out performing. I grabbed a water from the table by the stage and looked for my dad. I looked over and saw him talking to Rooster. I took a deep breath and walked over with a smile on my face, my burgundy lipstick making my teeth look whiter. "Hey, sweetie." Dad said as I walked over. "Hi, daddy." He looked to Rooster. "I don't know if your mother told you, but we invited Rooster." I smiled and nodded, that southern courtesy coming through. "She didn't, but we have seen each other already." And I was so awful to him. "Mrs. Wilder," I cringed at the name and turned to see Josh, he's the one who keeps me on time. "Two minutes and your on." I nodded and turned to my dad. "Better go take our place in the crowd then." Dad said to Rooster. "Not gonna watch from the crowd for, J?" I teased and dad chuckled. "Nope, I've seen your brother perform many times. But it's not every day my little girl is on stage." He said poking my cheek, I rolled my eyes but laughed anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I got you something. It was supposed to be ready before your first show but there were some delays in getting it." From a box behind him he pulled out a snow white Stetson, with a rhinestone band. I gasped as he handed it to me. "Oh my god, it's beautiful daddy!" I hugged him tightly. "Thank you!" I squealed as I handed it back. "Would you do the honors?" He nodded and placed the hat on my head, it was a perfect fit. "Did you measure my head in my sleep or somethin'? It fits perfectly." He smirked and sipped on the whiskey he had. "Of course not." I chuckled. "Your mother did." I smacked his arm as he chuckled. "ONE MINUTE!" I shook my hands out. "Wish me luck!" Dad kissed my cheek and I smiled at Rooster who pursed his lips, watching the entire interaction. "Enjoy the show Rooster." He nodded as I turned and ran for the platform under the stage.

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