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iristheplanet16 · 3 days ago

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Oh that Stupid Bottle (Arabella)

Summary: You and Bob havent seen each other for a week, so when you are finally able to see each other again after work you see how long and how much it takes to make you snap~

Contains: Bob Floyd X reader, established relationship, intense flirting and teasing, heavy making out, Bob wants you BADDDD, but so do you~

Warning: swearing, thirsty Bob and reader, implied spicy content

Note: This is based on my favorite lyrics from the song Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys the lyrics being: Wraps her lips around a Mexican Coke, makes you wish that you were the bottle~

This is my first time trying to write like teasing and being all sexy and flirty so sorry if it’s awkward!!

Readers callsign is sweetheart though it’s unofficial and just used between the daggers as readers isnt in the military

Words: 2.5k

You knew what you were doing. The rest of the Daggers picked up on it, and Bob.. he really knew what you were doing and god was it working- he didn’t know if he wanted it to end or go farther.

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Bob stared down at his phone with a noticeable frown on his face. He hadn’t expected you to be this late, yes he knew you were busy all week with you having to work over time on a project and you even texted: *You: Sorry Bobby, work went longer than expected and I feel gross from it, so I'm gonna be kind of late, sorry honey!*

But he hadn’t expected you to be almost more than one and a half hours late. But you said you were coming and so he sat there with his squad waiting. He sat in a booth only half listening as Fanboy and Payback droned on about star wars as he ate his peanuts.

His attention flickered between the argument beside him, Phoenix and Halo kicking Rooster and Coyote's ass at pool and watching Hangman flirt shamelessly with girls at the bar. So he wasn’t fully focused on anything in particular until he heard Hangman whistle at the lady that just walked in “God damn Sweetheart you look good!” Beside him Fanboy smacked Bob’s arm hard to get his attention. As he looked up his jaw dropped, he was speechless at the sight that just walked in.

There you were making your way over to the group looking like you just walked out of a dream – specifically one of Bob’s dreams – You were in a Cheetah-Print coat that completely covered the dress you had underneath. Along with the coat and dress you wore your favorite Doc Martians and black tights. Your hair was half up in a bun looking messy enough that it looked good, and a pair of aviators atop your head, your make up was pure perfection. You looked good and you knew it, the whole bar knew it and to Bob, the combination was lethal~ As you walked to the table everyone was by you took off the coat hanging it up on the back of a chair as it revealed the black slip dress you wore underneath. The dress clinging to you like a second skin and Bob couldn’t help but stare his eyes huge, mouth left opened.

“Damnnnn who's that sexy girl?! Is that you Sweatheart” Phoenix teased looking up from her game as you walked passed. “Thanks ‘Nix!” You call over your shoulder.

You quickly walked over to your starry eyed boyfriend, and went to sit on his lap pulling him in for a deep kiss. Bob froze as you sat down, grabbing his shirt to pull him close and started kissing him hard. You were trying to convey how shitty the week was, how much you wished you could have seen him, how much you missed him.

It wasn’t until you nipped at his bottom lip that he quickly snapped out of it and his hand quickly moved to grip your hips. You squealed as he pulled you closer and licked your bottom lip asking for entrance but you just pulled away leaving him panting.

“Hi baby..” You mumble pressing your forehead against his. “Hi sweetheart- Bob panted, face completely flushed “Uhhh.. what was that” he breathed stunned not that he was complaining though. “Oh, you know, I just missed you all week. Didn’t really get to see you too much.” You shrug and move to get off his lap and into the seat beside him. “Uh huh” He nodded, still dizzy from the kiss. You just giggle and kiss his cheek.

~~~

After a while of talking Bob finally returned to normal or well as normal as he could after that. And eventually you went up to play pool against some of the others.

Once it was your turn, you walked over to the side of the table facing the booth where Bob was sitting by himself nursing on a beer he had been drinking all evening. You look back at him, wink and bend over taking a shot. Your dress hiking up enough in the back to show your thighs and bottom of your ass. Bob’s face flushed as he quickly stood up and walked over pulling your dress back down to cover you up. As you stood up you smiled pressing yourself against him

“Oh thank you Bobby, this dress it’s just too short~” You say innocently.

“You're not wearing anything underneath it-” Bob whispered in your ear, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Of course- the dress is too tight, it would show the lines so I thought it would be better to go without” You reply in a voice sounding way breathier than you intended, you were meant to be teasing him not the other way around.

“Oh you're killing me sweatheart~” Bob groaned, slightly nipping your ear, pulling you back into his chest, palm splayed across your stomach.

In return you slightly arched so your ass was pressed against his front “Yeah what are you gonna do about it Bobby~” you purred

*Bob couldn't help but have his mind quickly flash with images of bending you over the pool table and-* “Bob-” He snapped out of his thoughts. “What..?” He mumbled, eyes glazed over, a flush spread all across his face at being caught.

“No thing man you were just intently staring daggers into the table” Fanboy laughed but eyed the two of you suspiciously.

“Nothing!” you both said in unison but Bob sounded guilty where you were trying not to giggle.

“Mmm yeah nothing my ass” Fanboy rolled his eyes “Anyway Sweetheart, it's your turn again, so if Bob can stop being possessive can you come play?” This finally convinced Bob to let you go and allow you to return to your game. He turned and went back to sitting at the booth face red and incredibly turned on.

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After kicking ass at Pool you walk over to the booth and lean to face Bob “I’m going to the bar to get a beer want anything Bobby?” You ask, stepping between his legs.

“All good-” He replied voice clipped, placing his hands on your hips gripping tight and trying oh so hard not to stare at your cleavage –because that is ungentleman like and you are in front of all your friends who probably wouldn’t appreciate him fucking you on the table like he so desperately wanted to–

“I’ll be back” and with that you turned and walked over to the bar swaying your hips in a very mesmerizing and deliberate fashion. Bob swallowed hard —god this had been such a long night—

You returned with a beer bottle and ran her fingers down Bob's spine while walking past to Phoenix and Halo. Bob shuttered at the touch but kept his eyes glued to you as you chatted with the other girls.

“So sweetheart, what's with all the teasing?” Phoenix asked as you all subtly watched Bob practically making heart eyes at you.

You shrugged and smirked “I don’t know just.. haven't seen him all week and wanted to make this fun~”

“Well it seems to be working” Halo mused as you all looked over at Bob who was all flushed and looking completely lost unsure what to do without you.

“Mmmm but he hasn't broken yet- “ You say, planning out your next move, “gotta up my game…”

~~~

Bob looked over and saw you laughing with your friends and drinking. He sat there wishing he could just drag you home and keep you in bed forever. But no, he had to remain where he sat, just wanting you to have a fun night out after the long seemingly endless week.

He looked up and caught eyes with you and you smiled brightly, eyes twinkling and he couldn’t help but smile back. Then the smile quickly dropped, the ever present blush came back on his face once you made direct eye contact with him, licking the rim of the beer bottle. Your eyes were big and round blown wide, the only time he really saw you like that was when you were on you kn- oh.. god.. Bob couldn’t stop comparing the similarities in his head, couldn't help but imagine that it was him instead of the beer bottle. Bob had never been more jealous of a fucking bottle! A bottle!! Had he ever been jealous of a bottle before? Probably not but he sure as hell was now.

He just groaned into his hands as you wrapped your lips around the bottle making him wish he was the bottle.

His face was red, clear as day and he was surprised when no one called him out for it as he adjusted his now feeling too tight uniform. It all got worse —or better— when you ‘accidentally’ spilled your drink on you as Bob watched the droplets drip down your throat leaving a path underneath your dress. And dear god did he want to follow that path with his tongue. You looked up catching him staring and winked as you ran your fingers down to catch the droplet and lifted the fingers to your mouth to lick clean, which is when he lost it.

Bob shot up leaving the booth and quickly headed over to you. Once he reached you he tightly grabbed your arm and whispered in your ear, “We’re leaving-“ He said a voice unusually low in your ear. Sounding more of a command thana statement. You just grinned wide, waved goodbye to everyone and grabbed your coat.

~~~

You and Bob walked out of the hard deck silently until you went to the side of his pickup truck facing away from the bar to the empty parking lot where he promptly pushed you up against it –he made sure his hand was there to cushion your head against the truck–

“God you are a tease! Such a god damn tease aren’t you, Pretty girl!” Bob groaned, pressing his lips to your neck. “God the things I wanted to do in there~ that dress, evil.. You evil stunning goddess” He began pressing rough kisses against your skin, causing you to tilt your head away to allow more access for him to worship your skin.

He continued to press rough kisses down your neck, along your jaw, just anywhere with available skin. All while his hands were wandering up and down your body, before one stayed gripping your hip pulling you closer and the other dipped down to the hem of your dress, pushing it up around your waist and dipping your finger in the waistband of your tights, brushing the skin underneath in a tantalizing way. “Is this what you wanted, baby.. Me all needy and wanting you” He said between kisses “God I need you so bad.. I love you so much~ you have no idea-” He said kissing you until you had to pull away panting.

“God Bobby- Please can we go home, want you so bad-” You pant burying your face into his neck. Bob pulled back to look at you. Your hair was a mess, makeup ruined, face flushed your breath heaving.

You were so beautiful in his eyes, you always were like this or when you were dressed to perfection at the start of the evening both were so beautiful, you were beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck when it came to you. Bob looked down at you and smiled his tone changing from before –not that his need left he definitely needed you– He just had a softer expression and bent down to press a soft kiss on your forehead “I”, he pressed a kiss to your nose “love”,lastly a a soft delicate kiss to your lips “You.” –this was a little gimmick you two have done since the start of the relationship and the two of you couldn't help but melt when receiving the light kisses–

Bob pulls away to help you fix your dress –ever the gentleman as if he wasn’t just about to take you right there in the parking lot against his car– and opens the passenger door before rounding the car to the driver's side and getting in. He pulls out of the car turning around, one hand on the steering wheel the other on your headrest beside you head. He noticed the way your breathing picks up and you stare admiring how his arm flexes. “Are you having fun staring?” He teases turning back around and leaving the parking lot heading on the road back to their apartment.

You nod, biting your lip “I like your arms.” You mumble still staring down at them watching his hands as he drives.

“God I don’t get your obsession with my hands” He laughs shaking his head, moving one of his hands to squeeze your thigh. “..I love you darling” he says in a voice sounding more serious.

“I missed you too Bobby, it was really weird not seeing you all week- it felt.. off” you say a small frown on your face, as you take his hand in yours.

“Well sounds like I just have to hangout with you more next week to make up for it huh” He says, winking at you and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Oh no, if you have too” You

giggle looking over at him “whatever will I do”

He stops at a red light looking over at you, he bites his lip before softly saying “hopefully move in with me..?”

You laugh thinking hes just joking until you see his nervous face “I- uh wait actually?”

“Well.. yeah I mean we don’t need to if it’s too soon or even if you just don’t want to, but we already spend most of our time at my house so..” He explains still sounding nervous “I love you baby, and I would love more than anything to move in together, wake up every day and seeing you first thing in the morning, last thing I see at night, god it sounds like a dream”

You stay quiet as you think it over, going through logistics, thinking of all the benefits and barely finding any cons. “yes..” you whisper into the dark car “yes I would love to!”

“Really?! Oh baby I love you! God I want to kiss you so bad” Bob laughs, a smile evident in his voice even if you can’t really see it.

“I love you too Bobby, so much!” You press a kiss to the back of hand before placing them on the conceal tracing hearts on the inside of his palm

“I love you too, more than anything in the world” Bob said as he pulled into his parking spot at his house, soon to be your house, the house you will share together.

If you want to know the story behind Readers call sign please let me know! I really hope you enjoyed reading and go listen to the Arctic Monkeys!!! -Iris/Mars ♥️

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iristheplanet16 · 4 days ago

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Make Me Your Masterpiece

Summary: Bob credits you for helping him to find his new hobby. And when he asks if he can you paint you, you find you quite like the idea of being his muse.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: fluff, smut, and basically an ode to Lewis Pullman’s hands (mdni)

(Author’s Note: smutty fics are the new friendship bracelet, spread the word! Happy Birthday, Ames! 🎉 @laracrofted)

You’ve always had a thing for Bob’s hands.

They were one of the first things you noticed about him that day at the coffee shop almost a year ago now.

You’d been reaching for your iced vanilla cinnamon latte when a big hand had wrapped around it just a half of a second before you could grab it. Which you wouldn’t have minded admiring them for a moment under any other circumstances, but after an endless string of meetings you’d been in a dire need of a caffeine fix- and not the weak stuff that people brewed in your office’s communal coffee pot.

“I think that’s-” you’d started.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” the coffee thief backpedaled.

The next thing you knew you were looking into the prettiest pair of ocean blue eyes.

The two of you were startled out of the moment when the barista called out the next order as they’d set it on the counter.

By some kismet or fate, they had been a matching set. But instead of embroidered towels, it was his and hers coffee cups with your names written on them in a hasty scrawl.

Realization dawned over his features as he gave you a sheepish smile, “Think this one might belong to you, Miss.” He spun the coffee until he found the spot with your name. That little smile becoming a full grin as he’d said it aloud before passing the cup to you.

The hands had been good, the eyes had been great, but Bob’s smile directed at you had left you weak in the knees.

You’d been a goner right then and there.

And while you’d ended up almost ten minutes late to your next meeting, you’d also gone back to the office with his phone number written on a cardboard coffee sleeve that was tucked away safely in your purse and a date lined up later that week.

As it turned out fate had a name and it was Robert Floyd.

Barely twenty minutes into your first official date with Bob, his ears had turned a delightful shade of pink as his anxious fingers straightened the silverware on the white linen tablecloth of the Italian spot he’d taken you to. He’d fessed up and apologized as he came clean, telling you that he’d purposefully ordered the same coffee as you in hopes of getting to start up a conversation with the pretty girl who’d been standing in front of him in line.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, since you looked busy. But I didn’t want to miss my chance,” he’d confessed over candlelight.

He’d told you how he’d only been at the coffee shop because he’d recently returned from a deployment and was fighting the jetlag that came with adjusting to being back on Pacific Standard Time, and that he normally preferred tea but he needed something with a bit more to it to get him through the day.

Instead of getting up and taking the bottle of wine to-go as a consolation prize, like you would have if it had been anyone else, his genuine earnestness had charmed you instantly. And you’d settled on having a second date with him before the first one had even really started.

You only let him sweat it for about thirty seconds before you took pity on him. With a light fingertip, you traced along one of the veins on the back of his hand and simply asked, “So other than being a meet cute mastermind, what is it that you do for a living, Bob?”

It was the best first date you’d ever had.

For your second date with him, you’d bought tickets to a ‘Paint and Sip’ event at a buzzy new bistro in town your friend had told you about.

You weren’t an artist by any means, but during that dinner date his antsy fingers and expressive hands had clued you into how nervous he’d been. You’d found your eyes drifting to them on more than one occasion. Partly because they were so enticingly disproportionate to the rest of him, but also because you couldn’t look him directly in the eye for too long without feeling your face heating up.

You thought it would be a good way for the both of you to work past the getting-to-know-you jitters, something that would keep your hands and eyes occupied enough to relax a bit more and have fun together.

Although instead of the seascape class you’d thought you’d signed up for, you’d willingly paid $86+ tax to watch Bob’s lithe, long fingers delicately grip a paintbrush in a way you thought was going to make you lose your mind.

You’d spent the whole first hour trying and failing to mix the perfect shade of blue before giving up when you’d realized that the man next to you, in addition to having really great hands, was also very good at painting.

Bob had seemed surprised by that too because he’d kept flushing that wonderful shade of pink that had quickly become your new favorite color every time you complimented his piece.

He had steady, capable hands. But you were quickly learning that everything about Bob Floyd seemed that way. There was a quiet confidence about him. He didn’t shy away from the way he’d openly observed you, like you were a riddle he was enjoying learning to decode.

You’d never known a man to be so attentive until him.

Bob’s tongue was peeking out as he’d worked on adding some wispy clouds to the top of his piece. You weren’t even sure what step you’d technically stopped at before you’d given up to watch the visual feast of him painting instead. Only halfheartedly adding random bits to your canvas along the way to make sure it wasn’t totally blank by the end of the session.

You’d been so zoned out watching him create that it was like a slow-motion sequence in a horror movie. You’d reached out for your wine glass, lifting it to your lips to take a sip, it had only taken you a split second to realize it wasn’t the full-bodied red you’d ordered that was coating your tongue, but the murky, gritty paint water instead.

Mortified, you’d looked over just in time to see Bob’s empathetic wince. You’d been hoping to fly under the radar, but it had turned out that you’d had more than one set of eyes on you.

“And we officially have our first casualty of the evening, folks,” the instructor cheerily announced to the group, “The rest of you can breathe easy now!”

You wanted to be able to laugh at your own expense, but you’d groaned as you buried your face in your hands.

It was not the way you saw the night going. You wanted to be dazzling, you wanted that pivotal third date with him. But now you were the girl who drank paint water whose canvas looked like it had all the same efforts as an enthusiastic fourth grader.

Bob’s hands had gently wrapped around your wrists before he’d pulled them from your face. And then he’d leaned in close, taking your chin in his hand and kissed you squarely on the lips, his tongue dipping in and sliding against yours to taste the acrylic pigment from your surprised mouth.

“Huh,” he’d said, contemplatively. He’d pulled away only far enough to look into your eyes and give you a soft smile. “Celadon blue doesn’t taste like a Cabernet, go figure.”

He brushed a light kiss against your cheek as he’d passed you your wine glass so that you could rinse the paint water taste out of your mouth.

You couldn’t help but to still be a little embarrassed, but then you’d caught the way he’d shoot an unimpressed look at the instructor every time they passed by for the rest of the evening. You didn’t need a knight in shining armor when you had a Bob Floyd with a paintbrush and a cutting side eye.

You took him home with you that night and learned for yourself just how capable those hands of his were.

It was only later that you realized the exact shade of blue that you’d been trying so hard to capture earlier that night was the same color as the eyes that gazed down at you as Bob fucked you for the very first time.

There was no way you could have known that the ‘Paint and Sip’ date would have inspired him to pick up painting as a hobby.

First, he’d started taking classes at the Rec Center. His once a week classes later turned into him checking out books from the library. And then he’d turned his spare bedroom into a studio, as it has the best afternoon light in the Spanish style house he rents near the Naval base. He’d even bought a comfy chair for you to curl up in as he painted, a little nook of your own in his favorite space in his home. And steadily, the walls of both your apartment and his place fill up with all of his art.

You’d even had your favorite one professionally framed. The pretty landscape done in shades of soft greens that he gave to you for your birthday hangs in a place of honor above your bed. You like having that piece of Bob as one of the last things you see before you fall asleep and one of the first things you see in the morning on the rare occasion the two of you aren’t sharing a bed. You liked to imagine the hours he spent on it with the sunlight streaming through the open window as he lovingly and painstakingly created something just for you with his own two hands.

Although you did have to beg him to sign it for you. He claimed that since he does it for fun that there’s really no reason too, but you were adamant about it and he’d eventually caved and scrawled his name in the lower right-hand corner.

Now it’s become your personal mission to ensure that every Bob Floyd original has his signature on it when he gives his paintings out as gifts.

Everyone assumes that his art would be all straight lines and precise angles, but it’s your favorite moment when people get to see his abstract landscapes. He’d told you he spends so much time in the sky that he likes to paint what’s on the ground, the things he doesn’t get to see when he’s 50,000 feet in the air.

You could tell Bob was a little nervous when he first asked to paint you.

After almost a year with him, you’d think he’d know by now that you’d do anything for him. Not to mention, you were more than a little in love with the idea of being his muse.

“Are you saying you want to paint me like one of your French girls?” you’d teased with a grin, unable to resist the opportunity. You always did have a thing for men with perfectly floppy hair.

He’d tipped your chin up so that you were looking into his blue eyes- a color you were positive couldn’t be replicated- and stated, “No, I want to paint you like my girl.”

Which is how you’ve ended up naked on the floor of his living room.

You’d been surprised when you came downstairs to see that the furniture had all been pushed to the side to make space for the king-sized top sheet he’d laid out on the floor. You figured it must have been from some mismatched set he had stashed in his linen closet because you’d never seen it before and you spent more than enough time in his bed getting familiar with his sheets.

Bob was shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose-fitting and paint stained jeans that were hanging low on his hips as he worked on getting all of his brushes and paints set up.

You were pretty sure that Michelangelo himself wouldn’t be able to do proper justice to Bob’s body. He wasn’t as built as some of his friends on the Dagger Squad were, but there was an undeniable sturdy steadfastness to him. Those defined shoulders and arms often were the stars of your afternoon daydreams, since you got to admire his handsome face anytime your phone lit up.

He came and met you at the bottom of the stairs, giving you a low whistle, “Well, aren’t you as pretty as a picture in my shirt.”

“Oh,” you’d said, feigning surprise and toying with the hem, “So it is.” And then you’d slowly lifted it up and off of you, revealing more of your body to his artist’s eye.

You never felt as good about yourself as you did when you were naked in front of Bob. The color of his morning skies eyes would always darken to a deep shade of Prussian blue as he took in the curves of you. With him you always felt appreciated, wanted, desired.

His greedy hands came to grip your hips pulling you to him until you were pressed against him.

“Is this how you wanted me?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

Bob slipped his hand behind your neck and tugged you in for a heated kiss. “I always want you.”

You never knew true distraction until you’d felt Bob’s lips against yours all those months ago. You’d happily lose minutes, hours, days to them. The thing about Bob is that he never does anything halfway. If he’s kissing you, he’s doing it thoroughly until you’re out of breath.

The sound of the air conditioner kicking on and the light draft that it coasted over you reminded you that there were other plans on the agenda. And that the sooner he starts, then the sooner he finishes, and the sooner you can feel his lips on other parts of you.

“Where do you want me?”

“In my bed,” he murmured against your lips.

His name started as a laugh but turned into a sigh as he dropped a line of kisses down your neck, “I meant, like on the couch or on one of the chairs from the kitchen.”

Bob pulled away and peered deep into your eyes, “Darlin’, I wanted to paint you.” He trailed a teasing finger down your soft stomach. “If that’s alright with you.”

You thought you were just going to be his subject, but as it turns out he wanted you to be his canvas too.

You’re trying not to shiver as he meticulously coats your overheated skin with cool paint. Goosebumps follow in the wake of every delicate stroke he makes along your body.

His hair was curled over his forehead in a way that had your fingers aching to touch him. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows as he concentrated on the deliberate lines and curves he painted on you. The paint smudge on his cheek only made him all the more attractive to you.

Bob had tucked a pillow beneath your head before he’d started, a gesture that you appreciated now because time had lost all meaning to you. You had no idea how long you’ve been lying there. You were pretty sure every inch of you had to be covered by now.

He’d started along the plane of your stomach and steadily worked his way out from there. Up your arms. Along your clavicle. Over your breasts and tops of your thighs. You didn’t miss the way he’d smirked when you arched into that soft to the touch paintbrush as it glided over your peaked nipple. Or the way he’d hummed pleased when you’d try to subtly rub your thighs together to relieve the need that had been building as you laid there.

Bob loves taking his time with you. In bed, he loved teasing you until you had tears in your eyes and were begging for his cock. And it became clear very quickly that this would be no different.

There was an electric thrum that was pulsing through your body with every dip and swirl and brushstroke. The muscles of your stomach jump involuntarily as the fine hairs of his paintbrush drift over your hypersensitive skin making you whimper.

He tsks, “Gotta stay still for me, pretty girl. I’m almost done, promise.”

You release a shaky sigh and nod, not trusting your voice to betray just how needy you were for him. Although the self-satisfied smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

You try to control your breathing as he works on finishing, but your shallow breaths sounded loud in his living room. You love getting to watch him work normally, but the intense way he is looking at you- his eyes your favorite shade of Prussian blue now- is too much for your hummingbird heart.

Just as your skin was collecting layers of paint from his brush, the space between your thighs was steadily collecting your wetness. You were so desperate for him to touch you, the need made you want to crawl out of your skin.

You hear the sound of a watery swish and the clink of a brush against glass and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation.

“God, look at you,” Bob breathes, reverently, “You’re so beautiful. This might be my best work ever.”

Instead of the paintbrush, you can feel the path of his flame blue gaze traveling over you as he takes in the art he’s made out of you.

You open your heavy eyes and see Bob wiping off his hands with a frayed towel.

“There she is,” he says, giving you a smile that makes your toes curl. You didn’t notice it sitting there with all his paints until he was reaching for it, his dad’s old film camera. He holds it loosely in front of him like a question, “Can I take a few just for me?”

The answer is easy, “Yes.”

You trusted Bob more than any other man you’d ever been with. He’s never once given you reason to doubt his words because his actions always spoke for themselves.

The guys you’d been with before had been boys, Bob Floyd was a man.

The tension between the two of you is thicker than the acrylic he’d been using earlier as he snaps photo after photo. You admire the way his muscles shift as he bends and angles himself to get the perfect images.

He stands over you, the lens pointed down at you, “Look at me.”

You can barely breathe. You feel yourself getting even wetter at the thought of seeing yourself through his eyes. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.

“Bob”, you whine.

The camera clicks.

“I know,” he hums, “You’ve been so good for me.” He sinks to his knees between your legs and hooks a hand behind your knee, pulling it up so it’s propped on the floor. And then he does the other so that you’re sprawled open for him, just the way he likes you to be, “Just one more, darlin’.”

The heat in his eyes has dried up all the words in your mouth.

He trails a finger down the soft skin of your inner thigh and you gasp.

The sound of his camera reverberates in your head.

“You’ve made such a pretty mess,” he drawls, as he gently sets the camera on the floor next to you. “It’s a good thing I put something down. You’re damn near dripping.”

“Bob, please.” You arch towards him like a flower in the sun.

He settles between your thighs and pushes them apart further so that his broad shoulders fit between them. The paint is still drying on your skin, but neither one of you cares about that now.

“You were so perfect for me. I appreciate you staying so still.” He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, I know just how to thank you.”

Your body jolts at the first touch of his tongue on your clit. You can feel his smile against you, he knows exactly what he does to you.

Bob has always eaten you out like it’s what he was put on this earth to do.

Normally, he’s teasing you with gentle licks and tracing nonsensical shapes on your clit with his tongue until you’re a squirming mess for him. He knows your body so well, always building you up to the point where you’re breaths away from tipping over the edge and then pulls himself back before building you right back up again.

But tonight, there’s nothing playful about the way his mouth is working against you. His hot mouth is sealed to your clit. Bob hums in satisfaction with every keen and whine that he pulls out of you. He laves at you until you’re writhing underneath him, your thighs already shaking.

“Wanna paint you just like this,” he murmurs, sucking at the spot where your leg and hip meet. “But I don’t think you’d stay still long enough for me to finish.”

Bob dips down and gives you another long broad stroke of his tongue. He pulls back only long enough to spit on your cunt before diving right back in, chasing after his own taste on you.

Your hands are in his hair. Clutching at his shoulders. It’s taken him no time at all getting you to the point where you’re trembling and taut.

All the air leaves your lungs when he buries two large fingers into you. Your hips cant into his mouth on their own and he moans. Bob wraps an arm around your hips and presses down on your lower stomach to hold you in place.

You feel the paint smear beneath his warm palm. You were dying to see it. You hoped there was a handprint- his handprint- that disrupted all the lines and swirls of color that he’d decorated you with. Something that was distinctly him.

You were wearing his art and now you’re wearing him. The evidence of this moment in time on your skin.

His fingers and tongue weren’t enough.

You needed more.

“You cock, Bob, I need your cock,” you pant, tugging at his hair.

He meanly sucks your clit into his mouth in a way that has you crying out and jerking against him. You love it, you love him.

“God, I love it when you beg for me,” he licks into you again, “Sweetest sound in the world.”

Bob drops a sweet kiss on your clit, it’s a stark difference to the filthy way he’d been using his mouth on you. He rises to sit back on his knees between your parted legs.

He looks so good kneeling above you the way that he is. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess. That knot behind your bellybutton twists tighter because you did that to him.

He unzips his jeans and tugs them down low enough to pull his hard cock out.

It’s pretty enough to be featured in a gallery, you think to yourself, even in your desperate haze. It’s long, thick, perfect and yours.

Bob smirks when he notices you admiring him, pumping himself slowly a few times for your viewing pleasure.

The only time Bob Floyd was ever a show-off was when he was in bed.

He grabs your thighs and pulls them over top of his own, so that yours are draped over his obscenely, and then he thrusts easily into you.

You gasp at the sensation of being so full of him. It always takes you a minute to adjust to his cock, no matter how many times you’ve taken it now. His thumbs make little circles along your hipbones as your body relents and yields to the size of him.

“There you go,” he says, rocking into you, working you open, “Just needed this cock, didn’t you?”

You whimper your agreement. Your hips tilt into the pressure like you’re trying to get as much of him as you can. Wanting to show him how much you can take. You know you’ll never get enough of him.

He fucks into you at a reckless and unrelenting pace. You’re high off the feeling of seeing Bob like this, that you’re the one who gets to see him unreserved and uninhibited. He has your hips gripped so tightly, keeping you closer than close. And when you clench around him, you’re treated to a wrecked groan.

Your skin prickles with desire and the feeling of paint drying on you. His cock is hitting just the right spot inside of you and you know you won’t be able to hold off for much longer, not with the way he’s grinding against your aching clit.

Bob’s eyes glued to the spot where you two come together. You’re on full display for him. He watches the way you stretch and spread around him with every deep thrust with the same appreciative gaze that he admires his favorite artists.

It’s under his river blue gaze that your orgasm swiftly sweeps you away. And with your back arching and thighs quaking around his, you give yourself up to the endless current of it.

You know he’s close when his hips start to stutter.

Bob pulls out of you and wraps his large hand around his slick-shined cock and works himself with rough, purposeful strokes.

This time he paints you with himself, his come covering your stomach.

The only sound in the room is the two of you breathing hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Jesus Christ,” Bob huffs, raggedly, taking in his handiwork, “You’re my masterpiece.”

You’re covered in paint and come, but you’ve never felt more beautiful than you do right now as he looks down at you in awe.

“Did you remember to sign your work this time?” you ask, out of breath but teasingly.

“I think I left my mark, darlin’,” he says, with well-earned smugness in his voice. You can’t help but giggle. He flops down next to you, throwing his arm over his eyes, “Goddamn.”

You prop yourself up onto your elbows to look at yourself.

“Baby, I think you gave Jackson Pollock a run for his money.” You grin widely when he lets out an amused snort. “Wait, where’s your camera?”

He passes it to you, the fondness in his eyes makes your chest feel warm. You scooch in close to him and hold it up above your heads, the camera flashes when you kiss his flushed cheek.

That picture is the first one that gets put up in the new house, the one the two of you chose together when he asked you to marry him six months later. Followed by the soft green landscape that now hangs above your shared bed.

It’s your favorite picture of the two of you, happy and in love. You can just see a hint of the cloud he’d painted on your shoulder.

That night Bob had decorated your body with the place he loved best.

He gave you the sky and he made you his world.

Happy birthday, Ames! Your gift will be mailed eventually, it really was a lesson in chemistry, lol! Enjoy a Bob fic just for you in the meantime!

A big, bigggg thank you to the Bob Babes/Lew Crew girlies! @callsignspark and @attapullman I appreciate you two so much for being such ultimate hypegirls! And thank you to @theharddeck, you helped me out of my writers block and I've been so excited to write this since we talked about it back in January!

You can read my other stories here!

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iristheplanet16 · 5 days ago

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We really needs to talk about how the popularization of fanfiction thanks to Tik Tok has brought into fandoms a kind of "fanfic police" that constantly shames people for reading other things than character x character fanfics. Because why is it suddenly cool to read fanfiction but the moment it’s an x reader or an x oc it automatically becomes cringe?! Let people read x reader or x oc in peace!

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iristheplanet16 · 6 days ago

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꒰ ⌕ ꒱ recommended lewis pullman fics! ✧ ੭ pls support these writers !

ROLES: bob ‘robert’ floyd (top gun maverick) rhett abbott (outer range) calvin evans (lesson in chemistry) robert reynolds (thunderbolts*)

✷ includes smut! must 18+ to read! 𝜗𝜚 — my personal fav! — indented text is other recommended fics by the same author!

OVER THE INTERCOM ⠆ i recently got back into reading lewis fics again and its made me realize how amazing these writers are so i thought i would make a rec list out of appreciation as someone who’s been reading ab lewis since 2022 :p

˚⋆𐙚｡ list is regularly updated when i find new fics! & if links aren’t working pls lmk! ⋆𖦹.✧˚

── .✦ also! i may be recommending certain fics but please also check out their blogs! so many of these authors have other amazing pieces just waiting to be read!

BOB FLOYD ⤸

✷ the wingman written by @roosterforme / synopsis: Bob never did this sort of thing. Talking to girls and flirting and romance. It's not that he didn't want to, he just didn't really know how. But you were different in all the right ways, and you made him feel confident enough to try.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ do you wanna make somethin’ out of it written by @theharddeck / synopsis: turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

⤿ ✷ it’d be a sweet situation a much needed part two! /synopsis: what's better than finding out the WSO you've had a secret crush is the same audio erotica creator that you've been crushing on for months? getting to watch him record new content...and maybe get involved yourself

rodeo written by @sarahsmi13s / synopsis: when your relationship with bob is reveal to the squad, hangman can’t help but wait for bob to stake his claim on you.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ bob from stats written by @attapullman / synopsis: College is a wild time, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the quiet guy from Stats riding around campus as a cowboy. Or what a good kisser he is.

⤿ 𝜗𝜚 ✷ bob from pi kapp / synopsis: First he's late to chapter, and now Bob is late to your Stats final. You saved him a seat. But should you also save one for his hobby horse?

never knew i needed a college!bob au until now and it’s honestly changed my life.

✷ unraveled written by @withahappyrefrain / synopsis: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

birds of a feather written by @dearsnow / synopsis: phoenix and her girlfriend set you up with a wso they insist will be right up your alley. (robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader, fluff, reader is meant to be similar to bob, ie quiet, sweet, and nerdy, mentions of being drunk/having sex but nothing explicit)

the quiet ones written by @callsigns-haze / synopsis: You surprise the Dagger Squad by revealing your secret to Bob, who shyly but lovingly melts into your kiss as the others watch in shock, as shy guys are your type.

✷ 𝜗𝜚 kiss cam written by @scarletmika / synopsis: The San Diego Padres are saluting the U.S. Navy during their upcoming game, and the Dagger Squad has been invited to attend. Hangman's only goal for the game? Get you and Bob to finally act on your feelings and confess to each other. — newly added!

call sign: heartbreaker written by @violetrainbow412-blog / synopsis: Jake runs his mouth. You do something about it. — newly added!

fics i read during my bob floyd binge!

✷ rich in life written by @bloatedandalone04 / synopsis: Bob is known to be the shy, quiet and kinder one of out the whole dagger squad, and he didn’t mind the ‘soft’ reputation one bit, because he knew the real him. The version of himself that came out whenever he got his wife alone, which, luckily for him, was every single night.

✷ it's that simple written by @tropes-and-tales

pepper spray lovers written by @moon-fics / synopsis: You're a well-known bartender at the Hard Deck and friends with most of the pilots who enter through the doors. However, you've caught the eye of one specific weapon systems operator.

𝜗𝜚 the plan written by @geminiwritten / synopsis: the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps

✷ pretend written by @attapullman / synopsis: You aren't sure what's worse: having to share a bed with the boy who was your first boyfriend who you haven't seen in years, or having to pretend he's your boyfriend when you wish he actually was.

this was a reread but come on how can i not add this??

RHETT ABBOTT ⤸

✷ good at makin’ bad decisions written by @attapullman / synopsis: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.

sugar and spice written by @floydsmuse / synopsis: you and rhett start up the tradition of making a gingerbread house together on christmas eve.

✷ odds are stacked written by @sunlightmurdock / synopsis: In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.

✷ whisky sour written by @delopsia

𝜗𝜚 ✷ little lambs and big, bad cowboys written by @lewmagoo / synopsis: in which you find yourself entirely at his mercy

𝜗𝜚 ✷ trouble with books written by @hederasgarden / synopsis: You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ tongue written by @em1i2a3 / synopsis: During a night out on the town with your friends, you are pushed into talking to a mysterious cowboy at a bar, who turns out to be one of the only blessings that Wabang has ever given you. — newly added!

CALVIN EVANS ⤸

please please me written by @gaygothiccowboy / synopsis: you persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

ROBERT REYNOLDS ⤸

dance with me written by @callsign-fox

stay with me written by @scarletmika / synopsis: Bob wants to feel useful, to truly be part of the team, but the others don't think he's ready. You take it upon yourself to teach him control, to guide him through. But mistakes will be made, and it might not be possible to keep the darkness from creeping back in once more

the good side written by @cosmictheo / synopsis: bob loves you so much that he slowly begins to transform into a house-husband for you. and he loves it.

⤷ heavenly / synopsis: it's the first time you're wearing your new suit as an official (new) avenger and bob is a little too excited about it.

sneaking around written by @callsign-swan / synopsis: Bob doesn't mean to be sneaking around. But he can't help it. He's got a secret, and he wants to keep it that way. Too bad he's best friends with Yelena Belova.

𝜗𝜚 honey written by @strkly / synopsis: after being off the grid for a while you return to society and meet up with your old friend bucky barnes. unexpectedly you run into someone you never thought you would see again. your high school boyfriend robert reynolds.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ perv!bob written by @undyingdecay

𝜗𝜚 truth will set your free written by @sergeantbuckybarnes synopsis: You are injected with a truth serum during a mission, and when you return to the Watchtower, you must avoid Bob in order not to spill your feelings for him, but this causes Bob to believe he has done something to upset you

control written by @fireinmoonshot / synopsis: Bob always waits for you to come back from missions, but when you don't come back one day, his powers start to get a little out of hand.

if anything written by @eyelessfaces / synopsis: no one wants to talk about how close you came to dying, everyone walking on eggshells until bob finds out what really happened and asks why no one trusted him enough to tell the truth; you both know the reason involves your mutual feelings.

dreamwalker written by @roanofarcc /synopsis: you use your dreamwalking abilities to try to soothe the storm in bob’s head.

show some loves to the authors ᡣ𐭩 recommendations by jes!

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iristheplanet16 · 7 days ago

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AWWW SMALLEST BEANNN

Can you please do a jizzie/shadowbeans mini fella?

today's minifellas are jizzie! and little ldshadowbaby ! 🥺✨

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iristheplanet16 · 8 days ago

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After I do’s

Summary: You and Bob got married finally after months of planning! And after making the marriage "official" (one or two possibly three times) You realize you are starving! haven not eaten anything that whole day (it's like being the bride is important or somthing) So you and Bob go on a late night McDonald’s run

Contains: Bob Floyd X reader, established relationship, wedding night fluff, post wedding, late night McDonald’s run, star gazing, only fluff, THEY ARE IN L.O.V.E! LOVE!!!

Warning: swearing, HEAVILY implied spicy!

Note: This is very much based on my dream wedding in a way: going to Norway, late night McDonald’s run and most importantly Bob Floyd I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and please let me know if you want one of their wedding or the honeymoon, thanks for reading -Iris/Mars ♥️

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Finally the day had arrived! You had married the love of your life, your better half, Bob Floyd!

The wedding went as perfectly as expected as in, it wasn’t perfect, but that’s what weddings are like. But to you and Bob it was perfect because all that mattered was you two got married and that was the whole point of the wedding anyways.

After the festivities you and Bob left in his pick up truck that was decorated with a just married sign on the back of the truck bed one of your friends or family has set up. And the two of you were off heading to the hotel, which you will be staying at before your flight the next day to Norway where your honeymoon official begins.

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‘God I love you so much baby…’ was the first thing you hear when you recover from your high. You open your eyes to see Bob’s whole body draped over yours, panting, and pressing kisses all across your body. “ you did so good for me…felt amazing pretty girl~”

You stretch and place your arms around your husband’s back –god your husband, he’s now your husband– “Hi baby…” You mumble.

“Hey,” Bob mumbles back looking up to face you, pausing his kisses. “How do you feel?” he said, cupping your face, running a thumb over your cheek.

“Mmmm… sore, thoroughly spent but very satisfied~” You giggle happily a teasing smile on your face

“That’s what I like to hear” Bob chuckles and presses a kiss to your chest before rolling over so you were the one laying on top.

The two of you just lay there in silence for a bit, recovering from what had just happened still catching your breath, taking in everything that just happened today. You two were married… After months of planning it had finally happened. At that realization you shot up startling Bob. “We’re married!”

“Yes we are, are you just realizing? God how hard did I make you come” Bob teases pulling you back down beside him.

“Made me see stars, but that’s not the point!! We, like you and I, are now married! It's official! We did it! Ahhh I'm now Mrs. Floyd!!” You squeal, eyes wide from excitement.

Bob’s smile matches your enthusiasm. “Mmmm I know! You’re now my bride, My wife! Forever~” He says leaning in to press kisses against your neck. “I get to kiss and hold you forever…”

“Forever and ever” you add on, giggling leaning your head to the side to allow him more space.

“God I love you Mrs. Floyd…god I love getting to say that” he says between kisses, his smile evident in his tone of voice

“Well I love hearing it…” you say, running your fingers through his hair.

After a few more kisses you break the silence again “I love you so much Bobby…” He pulls away from your neck “I love you too darling” “I can’t believe how lucky I am that we got to get married today…god I still can’t get over we are married like it’s official” You marvel.

“Damn right we made it official~ I can’t wait to make it official all over again when we are back home” He snickers “make it official on every surface we can~” He rolls you guys over so was on top again and started trailing more kisses down your neck and collarbone

You blush at what he was implying “Mmmm…doesn’t sound like a bad plan to me…” You mumble, stretching your arms up above your head.

Bob looked up at you again in total awe of his view. You underneath him, hair a mess on the bedsheets. Chest, neck, stomach, thighs all littered with random selections of hickeys and bite marks. Her face beaming and red from blushing all night. “God…you look perfect” he murmured like a prayer, his eyes going hazy. “How are you mine…How did I get so fucking lucky. What did I do to deserve you” You squirm at the kisses and praises “God so pretty…” he whispered reverently, leading the kisses down your stomach. He spread your legs wider making room for his body as he settled in, pressing long lingering kisses to the inside of your thighs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good…Can I pretty girl?” He asked, looking up from between your legs. As you nod he just shakes his head “Nah uh baby, verbal confirmation please, can you do that for me?” “Please Bobby…” you say struggling to find your voice, face all flushed. He stays still wanting you to continue on. You groan but press on adding “Please Bobby can you…God… can you eat me out...?” You mumble hesitantly, face flushed from embarrassment and arousal but mostly the latter. Bob smirks “I thought you would never ask~” then leans his head in to take care of you.

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“Mmmm stop please… god stop Robert!” You whine but trying not to giggle, having to drag him up by his hair, losing count how many times he made you come tonight. Bob reluctantly moved away after leaving a soft kiss to your thigh. “Fine fine” he pressed kisses back up your body.

“Did I wear you out, pretty girl?” Bob said, trying to hide the pride in his voice, licking his fingers clean of your mess. “No… well yes but also I just, just want you up here by me.” You explain the best you could. “Mmm fair enough, beside I’ll never complain about being by your pretty face” he kissed your cheek then moving back so he could lay against your chest while you played with his hair.

“How are you feeling my love?” He asked against your skin, just checking in on you “tired, thirsty, hungry, sore?” He lifted his head to be heard more clearly

“Unmm…” You hummed trying to take in how you were currently feeling. “All of them to be honest, especially the last one!” You laugh while still running your fingers through his hair. “But also just mainly hungry now that I think about it…” “hmm yeah, I didn’t see you eat much at dinner, too busy running around talking to everyone.” Bob teased, thinking back to earlier in the evening. “Mmm shockingly people want to talk with the bride-“ You deadpan. “Yeah, so shocking,” He laughed.

“Well what should we do about this hon?” Bob asked, lifting his head to look at you. You lay there thinking about it but light up when you realize what you are craving, you can already imagine the taste of it on your tongue “McDonald’s!” Bob groans trying not to laugh “what is with you and that restaurant, I’m convinced if I didn’t cook you dinner most nights that's all you would eat” he teases, rolling his eyes.

“Pleaseeeee” you draw out the word “a McDonald’s Diet Coke and fries sound so good right now!!” You beg while he just laughs

“Baby you do realize it’s like…”He looks around trying to find a clock but can’t find one in view “it’s late o clock and in case you haven’t noticed Babe, I don’t think they will let us in like this” he teased lightly smacking your bare hip “And as much as I like seeing you like this, I don’t think the workers will feel the same, and if they do…well that's a whole different problem” he said a small frown appearing on his face at the last bit causing you to laugh.

“Yeah well then we will get changed! Come please I’m STARVING Bobby, you know what they say~ happy wife happy life~” you say trying to convince him

He rolls his eyes fondly and slowly sits up “god you are a handful, how do I put up with you” his tone filled with amusement. “You put up with me very well, cause you love me! Ooo, maybe you should marry me!” You joke also sitting up pulling the blanket up around your naked body. “Been there done that~” he winked standing up and heading to the other side of the room “Hell yeah you did!”

You watch Bob dig through his suitcase, “what are you doing?” You wrap the top sheet around your body and make your way to the end of the bed. “Grabbing clothes,” He said, pulling out two pairs of his clothes. “Why…?” “....cause my lovely wife wants McDonalds of all places at 1 in the morning but because I love her, we are going to go get it” Bob added as if it was the most obvious thing, while tossing you a hoodie and boxers both of them being his.

You stare at the clothes a bit confused why he gave you his, “I know you prefer my clothes after…”He gestured to the bed feeling a bit embarrassed, ears turning red “So, I figured you would…want them. Sorry for assuming, if you don’t…” He slightly cringed, feeling awkward for some reason. You softly laugh, smiling up at your awkward husband. You never told him how you preferred his clothes if you had to get dressed after such an interment moment with him, and it isn’t a shock he had picked up on it over time. “No no thank you baby, I do prefer to wear these, I'm just… I love how you picked up on it without me telling you.” You stand up the blanket still around you and lean in to softly kiss him. He sighs into your kiss and pulls you in closer, mumbling “of course I noticed, I always notice when it comes to you.”

Once the two of you break apart trying not to let things get too steamy, you both smile blushing as if you are a new teen couple and not two adults who just got married. You just stand staring like an idiot, smiling and gazing into Bob’s deep blue eyes. –God you love him so much…– He clears his throat blushing “Uhhh we should get changed if we want to leave this room anytime soon…” You laugh and go find where you left the clothes

As you put on the clothes he passed you –the hoodie you steal most frequently of his and a pair of boxers that are big enough on you to just look like shorts– Bob does the same waiting for you to finish. “Mmmm It hurts to move my legs-” You whine moving over to go collect your wallet and phone from the nightstand. He laughs, holding out his hand for you to hold –and lean against– “yeah…I may have gone a bit hard on you” He agrees, leading the two of you out the room and into the hotel hallway “A bit! You rearranged my guts!!” You exclaim way too loud for 1 in the morning before promptly being shushed by a blushing Bob you just shrugged cause well it was true.

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Bob pulls into a parking spot meant for pickups and fishes his phone out of his pocket. “So….10 piece chicken nugget, fries, Diet Coke and an oreo mcflurry?” He guessed your order. Your answer came from very enthusiastic head nods which caused him to smile and roll his eyes, mumbling a quiet ‘dork’ but placing the order adding a strawberry shake for himself.

As you guys wait for your order of food and icecream you discuss travel plans for the upcoming day –well for that day technically–, you also discuss what you are most excited for while being in Norway; both looking forward to seeing the Northern Lights. As you get the food, Bob drives off but not in the direction of the hotel again. “Ummm where are we going?” You say noticing you missed the turn to the hotel. “Well if we are going to be up might as well do this the right way” He says mysteriously as he continues down the road.

About 20 minutes later he pulls over to the road on a little dirt patch and puts the car in park. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out making his way over to open your door for you. You are still greatly confused but grab the food and get out of the car deciding to trust him. He helps you down, grabs a blanket from the back seat and opens the truck bed and sets it out. “I figured if we are going to be up and out late we may as well enjoy this food under the stars!” He smiles explaining his idea while helping you up in the bed of the truck. “The night was very clear so I wanted to take your star gazing” You get up and settle in sitting right in front of him, back pressed to his front as his arm wraps around your waist.

You look up and are in pure shock. The stars look stunning… Unlike the stars you see in your guy's town, here out farther away from the town you can see the whole sky, shiny and shimmering and utterly breathtaking. “Honey…this, this is amazing… Thank you! ” You say in awe, literally starstruck. Bob leans in presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers “thank you for making me the happiest man alive and marrying me today, I love you as much as there is stars in the sky~”

#bob floyd x reader #self indulgence at its finest #lewis pullman #fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #bob floyd #top gun fandom

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iristheplanet16 · 9 days ago

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GIRL DAD BOB MY LOVE!!

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

The hospital visit

You and Bob have been married for five years now. You and your four year old daughter, Alice, go visit him in hospital after a small crash during the training session- and your daughter insists on drawing pictures on his cast whilst rooster and hangman realise just who y/n is to bob- outside of the hard deck.

Warnings: reader is a mom, mentions of broken bones in an arm, kissing, rooster and hangman have never met you before (but they knew he was married), Alice has sandy hair and blue eyes (like Bob), reader is a bartender at the hard deck, mentions of y/n, swearing, use of sweetheart and baby, pheonix is married to a woman in this. Reader calls Alice ducky, soft hangman.

You’ve been Mrs. Floyd for five years and 8 months now. You had your daughter Alice, named after his mother, just a little bit over four years now.

You met nine years ago, during some of your earlier years as a bartender and server at the hard deck- he came in three times a week, ordered the same thing every time and made very small conversation with you each time.

It didn’t take an idiot to realise he had a crush on you, the way he flushed every time you winked at him and how his posture straightened the second you stopped in front of him- how he only came in on days you were working -it’s something your co-workers would laugh and tease you about relentlessly.

You learnt that he was pretty much perfect. Church with his mother every Sunday, was training to become a lieutenant for the American Navy- wants to get married and have kids one day but also wants to sort out his career beforehand..you couldn’t help but crush on him just as hard.

When he asked you out (after a whole year of crushing on you) he took you to a nice dinner, paid for everything, held your hand as he walked you home- gave you a quick kiss at the door and left without asking for anything further.

It was then that you knew he would be someone you wanted to stick around..permanently. You got close quick, you went on countless more dates and you met his family- he met yours..

You got engaged two years into your relationship- the wedding was beautiful and full of love and laughter, a few tears.

You got your first house together two months after officially putting rings on eachovers fingers- he surprised you with it. It has a nice backyard, three rooms and a big kitchen- one you both needed desperately because of your shared love for baking..or his baking and you being able to stuff your mouth full with the treats he makes.

A couple of months into the marriage, he brought up trying for a kid..after a couple of days of thinking, you agreed- you had the house, the money, the love and the stability..it was perfect. And after seven months of trying, you got pregnant with your firstborn. Alice.

And he’s always been the best dad- looking after her, doing his part- having tea parties with her and letting her do his makeup..

You know that your husband hasn’t told anyone about you or Alice yet and you know it’s because of how..embarrassing his friends can be. And you do too- you’ve seen their shenanigans when they’re playing pool or darts or singing or drinking..

Of course, maverick, knows because he’s his captain. And Pheonix knows, she’s one of his best friends- and the only person from the squad to have had the pleasure of officially meeting you as his wife and his daughter, along with her own wife, Rebecca. They’ve all sworn not to tell a soul about either of you.

That doesn’t stop his cap and his best friend from smirking at Bob as you bring their drinks to the pool table, knowing looks on their faces.

And it’s never stoped them from telling Jake to stop flirting with you- never noticing the ring on your finger that happens to match bobs. Something the squad has noticed but not pressed too much about..he was always a quieter guy.

When you woke up next to Bob, you had a..feeling in your gut. Like something bad was going to happen. You knew that today was one of the few practice strike sessions he gets to do a year- so at first you didn’t say anything. You kissed him good morning and got yourself and Alice ready for school whilst he took a shower and got ready for work.

You told him about that feeling..and you told you that he would go fine. That Natasha had everything covered and she was one of the best flyers he knew and that he was going to be completely fine.

…he lied.

During said practice strike session, Phoenix and Bob's F/A-18F suffered a bird strike which caused a left engine fire and right engine overheat. Apparently, the engines could not be restarted and hydraulics soon failed, forcing Bob and Phoenix to eject…you were working when you got the call- only two hours away from going to the school and your heart sank. You grabbed your keys and drove as quickly as you could to Alice- then to the hospital Mav said he and his front seater were being held at.

It’s how you got to where you are now, holding your confused daughter’s hand as you speak to the hospital’s receptionist.

“who are you here for today?” She looks up at you as you stop in front of the counter. “Robert Floyd, he’s a pilot- captain Pete Mitchell said he had his own room?” You tap your finger anxiously against the counter.

“And who are you to Mr. Floyd?” She typed away on her computer casually. “His wife. I have our daughter with me, can we hurry up?” She smiles (almost sarcastically) at you and nods as she continues to type. “You’ll have to wait a couple of minutes- the internet is so bad in this place, the waiting room is just to your left, gift shop to your right-” you grunt but walk towards the waiting room- heart pounding and head banging.

Five minutes…“mommy, I’m hungry.” Of course she is, she’ll have missed lunch because of you taking her out of school- “I know, ducky, I’m sorry-” you sigh and look towards the gift shop. “Wanna get a gift for daddy? Keep us distracted until the annoying lady gives us daddy’s room number?” You smile and she nods quickly, getting up and running towards the gift shop.

You chuckle and quickly speed walk after her, apologising shortly to anyone she almost runs into- only receiving smiles and ‘its alrights’ in return.

You watch her look through countless teddies, cards and chocolates..but she stops at the flowers. “Daddy wants flowers.” She smiles and immediately goes to pick up a beautiful bouquet of red and white flowers, some baby breaths between them..

“Oh, does he now?” You giggle as you pick them up for her, passing her them. “You think he’ll like these ones?” She nods and smiles widely up at you- her big, blue eyes merging yours..those eyes- they’re carbon copies of her fathers.

Ten minutes..your holding flowers in one hand, the other holds Alice’s hand as you stand by the counter once again. “I’m sorry- but I need to see my husband.”

She looks up at you and quickly begins to type away on her computer again. “Floor three, room 218.”

“Thank you-” you breathe out as you gently pull Alice towards the nearest elevator. “Mama?..what’s going on?” She looks up at you- your eyes glossy and your hold on her hand slightly tighter than need be.

She walks into the elevator you. “It’s nothing, ducky- we’re going to go see daddy, alright? He’s okay, he’s just a little bit sore, be careful when you hug him, okay?” She nods and holds onto your hand tighter, leaning in closer as your press a button and the doors close over.

You anxiously mess with the ring on your left hand..after a second or two you look down and see how upset she looks. “Look, daddy’s okay..he’s just gonna be in a cast..you know what a cast is, right?..the white thing they put around someone’s body when they’ve broken or hurt a bone?”

She nods up at you. You know one of her friends broke her leg last year and when you took her to see her friend at her house she started asking..countless questions about what was on her leg.

When the doors re-open on the third floor, you’re quick to ask countless nurses where room 218 is- all pointing in one direction.

you find yourself in front of his room minutes later and you knock twice before walking in, looking at the flood then the window on the far end wall, the couch next to it the the other wall- and finally, the bed. Where your beautiful husband is laid, his right arm in a cast- a cut on his left cheek and..a suprisingly panicked look on his face- why does he look so- oh..

Stood to his left are hangman and rooster, both staring at you in confusion- “y/n?” Rooster narrows his eyes slightly at you-

“Daddy!” Alice giggles as she lets go of your hand, sprinting towards bob’s hospital bed. She jumps up onto the right side of the bed, hugging him as tight as she can.

“Hello, beautiful-” He smiles as he hugs her back, his glasses slightly crooked because of the force of the hug. “How are you?..” he smiles- avoiding his squads gazes as he does, leaning back just enough to kiss her forehead.

“Wait- daddy?” Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he walks slowly towards you, his eyes narrowing at the ring on your finger before he turns back to Bob- looks at the ring on his finger and then to Alice. “You two are married?! With a kid?!” Bobs eyes dart from rooster to hangman then back to you- then to Alice, deciding to focus on her for now-

“How have I never seen this?! Did you know?!” He looks over at rooster who looks just as confused. “No! I’d know if he was married- never-mind with a daughter!”

You walk towards Bob, ignoring both of them completely- “yeah…I’m so sorry, bad timing- I had to pick up Alice and then we had to wait-” you hold up the flowers in your hand. “Hence- these..” you lean down to peck his lips, to which he leans up and meets you half way, kissing you back. His squad-mates jaw’s drop. “It’s fine.” He whispers, swallowing- he knows he’ll have to explain to them what’s going on now.

“Alice, these are daddy’s friends, that’s Bradley and that’s Jake.” You point at the two men and she smiles and waves at them. “Hi!” She gives them her best smile.

“How long has this-” rooster motions between the two of you with one hand, his other on his hip- “been going on? She looks at lease five-” he nods his head towards Alice.

“Eight years.” Bob confesses, watching as you walk towards a vase that has some half-dead flowers in it, grabbing the lot of them- shoving them into the bin and putting the ones you bought for him in. (wrapper still covering them- not that anyone in the room cares right now) back in the vase. “married for five.”

“Are you okay, daddy?” She moves to sit next to him, crossing her legs- one slightly coming off the bed. He smiles and puts her right arm around her. “I’m fine, darlin’ just a lil’ sore.” He gently and playfully tugs her hair, making her giggle and tug one of his locks back.

“..married for five?” Rooster scoffs, obviously in total shock. “How did we not realise this? Who knows?”

Bob pulls Alice closer to him as he sighs gently. “Maverick and Pheonix..and becca- our families..”

“The only reason we didn’t tell you guys was because..we didn’t know how you’d react and stuff.” You shrug..you know it’s a shitty exuse.

“What the fuck?” Jake scoffs, looking over at Bob, to which Alice gasps and points at him- “language!” She exclaims, making Rooster snicker and hangman’s eyebrows to shoot up. “Shes got her mama’s confidence, huh?”

You snicker and walk towards her- “okay, Alice-” you laugh softly. “Sorry, Jake..she- didn’t exactly get her daddy’s shyness, did ya?” You tuck some hair behind her ear…you look at them both as you stand up straight, turning properly to them. “Can you guys not tell everyone about this?”

They both just..look at you for a moment..before Bradley speaks up. “Fine. But you have to tell them, we’ve known you both for months now.” He scoffs. “You were good at hiding it.” Jake scoffs, looking between you both in obvious befuddlement.

You smile slightly..“We know.”

“You know- we’re gonna need more details about this whole affair.” He scoffs..and you know he’s right.

It only takes about an hour for Alice to get incredibly bored of word searches. She groans as she flops down next to her dad, her arm bumping against bobs left arm who’s already struggling to do a word search on planes rooster brought with him- with his less-dominant hand. “Ducky, please-” he playfully taps the tip of the highlighter he’s using against her hand- earring a mad and unamused look back at him.

“I’m boooorrrreeeeeed!” She groans.

You snicker from where your sat at the windowsill, talking to Jake and Bradley about what your life with bobbys like and how happy the three of you actually are together.

“Why don’t you draw on daddy’s cast?” You walk towards them both and gently pluck the pen from bobs hand and pass it to Alice, whose eyes seem to burst with sudden excitement.

“Yes!” She smiles and takes it off you, attempting to move to bobs right side by climbing over him.

“Okay, careful-” you laugh and gently pick her up by under her arms, setting her down on the right side of the bed. “Make me look beautiful.” Bobby smiles and shifts more up slightly, watching as Alice pops off the lid-

“I can get some proper markers.” Jake seems to blurt out, walking towards Alice. “Pink and red and-”

“Have you got green?” She smiles and looks up at him with those big blue eyes. “I need green for the flowers!” Jake practically melts into a puddle right where he’s stood at how cute she is. “Yeah, I can try and get you green, Alice’. Wait two secs.” He walks towards the door quickly. You’ve never seen Jake so soft before.

“Was Jake..actually nice?” Bob raises an eyebrow and look towards rooster then back to you. “To a kid?..to my kid?” You shrug and look towards the door- “maybe he as a soft spot for kids or something?” You snicker softly..

Rooster walks towards us slowly. “I need to get goin’ tell Jake I’ll be in car waiting. It was nice meeting you, Alice. And..bobs wife, officially.” He smiles teasingly, playfully sticking his tounge out at Alice as he leaves- to which she laughs and sticks her tongue out back.

Your heart literally warms at the sight and you smile softly..who knew they’d be so good with children “See ya, Brad.” You call out and he sends you a wave over his shoulder.

You look at Bob..“Maybe we should have told ‘em sooner?..they don’t seem too bad with her. Hangman’s even getting markers.” You whisper shout, obviously surprised.

“Maybe we should have..” He brings his left hand up and gently pushes his glasses back up his face..

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You move to sit down on his left side, where Alice was before and he almost immediately wraps his hand around your waist, sitting up slightly to be almost face to face with you.

“Yeah- I promise. The doctors say I can get outta’ here before Friday.” He smiles. “Im gonna have to stay away from work for awhile, obviously- but it just means we get more time together.” He brings his hand to the back of your head and he gently pushes it forwards as he plants a small kiss on his forehead.

You smile and close your eyes, leaning into the touch “I’m happy you didn’t get too hurt..” you start as you lean back. “but I told you I had a feeling.” You softly scowl, no malice behind it.

He snickers softly, leaning in and pecking your lips. “I know..but it was worth it. You should have seen me up there-” he grins. “No thanks. Just picturing the way the plane lit up- it..doesn’t sit right with me..” you shake your head slightly. “Didn’t..technically light up-” he’s cut off by Jake walking back in, a bag full of markers and sharpies in his left hand and a..Teddy? in the other?

Alice smiles as he walks in- “is that for me?!” She looks to the teddy, it’s small and had a pink nose and pink fur- it has black eyes and soft brown paws...“yeah!” He smiles and passes her the fluff-ball. “It’s an apology gift for not being able to meet me sooner.” He winks at you and Bob- making you both raise an eyebrow.

“And I got you these! For Bo- for your dads cast.” He corrects himself quickly, putting the markers right on the cast- Bob winces softly and closes his eyes-

“What do we say to uncle Jake?” You nudge her arm gently and she grins up at him- “thank you!” She jumps up and hugs him, making him smile and hug her back. “No problem, sweetpea.” He ruffles her hair, fixing his sunglasses as he does.

She smiles as she sits back down and immediately goes through the bag for a green sharpie.

..“thank you, Jake..” Bob smiles at him and puts his head on your chest, leaning against you. He’s obviously tried after all the visits and people and the crash..“roosters waiting for you in the car.”

Jake nods to him. “No problem, baby on board- just tell the others about this.” He motions to you. “And..let the others meet her properly, yeah? She’s adorable.” He waves to Alice snd smiles at me as he walks towards the door, leaving the three of you alone.

You look down at Bob. “That went suprisingly well.” You comment and he snorts softly, turning his head so his forehead is against your left breast. “Yeah..I think we should tell the others…about us.”

You put your hand gently on his chin and you make him look up at you, your thumb rubbing against the slight stubble beginning to grow on his lower cheek. “So do I.” You smile and lean down and peck his lips.

“Do you like it?” She looks up at you and Bob and smiles. He looks down to his cast and gasps dramatically- “I..love it, gorgeous. It’s beautiful. A work of art.”

You grin as you look to the cast- it’s full of flowers and hearts and a sun with a smiley face in the middle of it, her name written in messy handwriting near the bottom of it- there’s a whole part of it that’s just messy scribbly lines.

You giggle. “It’s amazing, ducky.” You lean over and kiss the side of her head. “We should probably get going, though. It’s getting late and we need to get you some food in your tummy and you have school tomorrow.” She eagerly nods at the thought of food.

You look to Bob. “You gonna be okay here for the night?..” the uncertain look on your face makes him frown. “Yeah, I’ll be fine..just- get some sleep. Real sleep, okay?” He smiles and leans in, kissing you- but it’s no pec. He lets his lips rest against yours for a good five seconds.

“Ewww!” She giggles and grabs your arm gently pulling you back-

You laugh and lean away, leaning down and rubbing your nose against hers- “I’m trying I have a moment here!” You stand up and she quickly grabs her bear, gets up after you, and goes around the bed to stand next to you.

You look at your husband..“I love you, baby. I’ll come back tomorrow right after I drop her off.” You lean down and kiss his head gently. “Love you too, sweetheart.” You take Alice’s hand and walking towards the door- “say bye to daddy.” You grin and she waves, a huge grin on her face- “bye daddy! See you tomorrow!” She giggles..but Bob wants to cry.

He sniffles to himself as he puts on the biggest smile he can, waving to her with his left hand. “Bye, ducky!” He smiles and watches as you blow him a kiss- to which he playfully pretends to catch and tuck into his chest, right where his heart is.

You give him one last sad smile before you close the door, walking down the hall, smiling as she makes you spin her and laugh with her.

Bon sits alone, back against the uncomy hospital bed..he looks to the drawing on his cast and smiles, reaching for his phone to take a picture.

He loves his girls. More than anything..

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Most realistic fake PR stunt ever pt. 3

Summary: Yelena invites you to a charity gala playing up how good publicity it will be for this PR stunt, though she mainly wants you to go so she can get good entertainment for the night called you and Bob be so awkward in love without even knowing. And you decide to go because... it may be fun to dance and talk with Bob all night, and an excuse to dress up is always a win

Contains: dress shoping, pining, Bob and reader are IN LOVE but to stupid to know it yet, but Yelena knows, alpine the cat mention~

Warning: swearing

Note: sorry uhh thought I posted this alreayd but turns out I didn’t so if you have been waiting for this I’m so sorry lmao it’s been out on my Ao3 for weeks, I hope you enjoy and plesse feel free to give me feedback!! -Iris/Mars ♥️

Dress shopping and Pining (also being Frightened by a Cat?)

A pounding sound came from the door outside your store. You sigh already knowing exactly who it is, you get out of bed grumbling at the time. You make your way downstairs to where the shop is located and let Yelena in.

“Lena…it’s 6 in the morning…on a saturday what the fuck do you want?” You grumble heading over to make yourself a drink –perks of owning a coffee shop–

“So! Valentina is making us attend some fancy charity gala thing tonight and it’s mandatory for us… all of us soooo~ I was thinking~ you can come and be Bob’s date tonight!~” She exclaimed, slipping into the seat in front of where you stood, enjoying you getting all flushed, a blush creeping up your face.

“I- I can’t just go to a gala! Let alone as someone’s FAKE date! I don’t even have a dress! I don’t even know what I would wear, what I would do, god fake date Bob in public! God I would so easily give it away!” You spiral into overthinking. *Sure you and Bob have posted photos of the two of you over the past week playing into the bit, but you haven't ever done anything out in public yet.*

“Babes, it’s gonna be fine! You can go, I’ll talk to Mel and she will sort out getting you in. And we can go dress shopping today with me! Hence why I’m here” Yelena explained trying to calm you down. “Besides you just need to act like yourselves, God knows you two already act like a couple.” She teases with a mischievous grin.

You punched her arm knowing it would do nothing to her –stupid ex widow– but you hope the meaning was still there. Yelena kept trying to convince you that you guys acted like a couple and that he liked you back. Though you never believed her claiming “He was just being nice” and “you are just trying to make me feel better”. Why would he like you…you were just the girl that sold him coffee.

“...it will be so much fun! Even if it's not then at least you got to dress up.” Yelena continued. “Please?”

You sigh “I don’t have the money to buy a fancy dress.”

“Aha! The best part is we can use Valentina’s card and then it just feels free~” She smiled, wanting any excuse to waste Valentina’s money.

~~~

You and Yelena walk into one of the best dress boutiques in the city to try and find one for the upcoming evening. “So what exactly are you looking for?” You ask browsing through the selections grabbing a few you liked in your size.

“Mmm I don’t know, something elegant, expensive but able to hide a gun holster the usual” Yelena said, holding up a dress to her body laughing as the passer by stumbled on hearing what she had just said. “I see, yes very much every girl's main criteria” you tease.

Once you two picked out enough dresses you went to go try them out in the changing rooms. You try on a yellow dress with gold sequins and step out as Yelena steps out in a bright green skin tight dress. You both look at each other instantly, shaking your heads at the other's outfit. “Too green.” “Too itchy.” You both step back in to try again.

This goes on for about 4 rotations of dresses. Either the color was unflattering, too big, weird fabric and one was something said in Russian which she didn't translate, swearing it’s a compliment, but the dress just wasn’t right for you.

You had saved the best option for last hoping it was the one. You walk out in a dress so blue from far away it looks black. There was a slit that went all the way up your thigh and was low enough to give you confidence that you knew you looked good but not low enough you worried about flashing people. Yelena wolf whistled when you walked out deciding this was clearly the winner. “DAMN!! Absolutely stunning! Perfection!” She said, clapping her hands as you spin showing off the scooped back.

“I’m glad it fits! I really wanted this one to be the dress actually.” You laugh looking in the mirror. “I don’t know, this dress just…spoke to me, I was instantly drawn to the color.” You explain giving the dress a little swish in the mirror watching it move. Yelena met you gaze in the mirror and smirked. “Yeah of course it did dipshit, it's the same color of a certain man’s eyes who’s hopelessly in love with you.” You blush at the mention of Bob.*Yes you did notice it was the same color of his eyes but that wasn’t the only reason you loved the dress –though it was a bonus that you would be matching–* “He’s not in love with me…” You mumble still meeting her gaze looking a little hopeless yourself.

“Honey, trust me… he is. I know what he’s like when he is just being kind or platonic and this ain’t it. Don’t believe me just pay a little more attention tonight you’ll see.” She said, dropping her teasing tone, giving you a sincere look. You just nod still not fully believing her but decide to keep it in mind.

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You spend that evening doing your hair and make up trying to perfect it. You decide it’s the best you are going to get and slip into your dress. Once ready you make your way down to your store and out into the street, texting Yelena and Ava you are on your way over.

Once in the building –thanks to a special badge Mel gave you for this whole stunt– you made your way up to the top floors on the Watchtower following the instructions the girls had given you. You walk down countless pristine white random hallways praying you are in the right spot and head to an elevator and press the floor number.

As the elevator doors open you aren't sure what to expect, but you are shocked to see this giant open room consisting of the biggest kitchen you have ever seen and a cozy living room with blankets, pillows and books scattered around. It's messy but not in a dirty way but in a more…lived in way which made you smile.

One the couch you see or well hear who you assume is Alexei snoring with a blanket completely covering him. You hesitantly walk farther in the space, though Ava told you that you can just walk in it still felt weird to be here. You walk around and into a hallway with lots of doors attached in a single file with three doors on one side and three opposite. You continue to wonder down when you feel this fluffy thing rubbing itself against your leg.

“What the hell?!” You yelp, jumping away before spotting this white cat just sitting on the floor peering up at you. You continue to stare at the cat while your heart rate goes back down as the closest door opens and out steps Bucky in a tailored suit. He picked up the cat standing up straight. “Sorry about that, Alpine is very stealthy when they want to be.” He says scratching the cat’s chin as she climbs up onto his shoulder no doubt getting fur all on his suit. “The girls are in Yelena’s room. Last one on the left.” He says pointing at the door. He’s about to turn and leave when he stops and smiles softly feeling your uneasiness “You look lovely tonight” he then walks back in shutting the door.

You continue on, walking to the door where there’s early 2000s pop music playing from inside. You walk inside greeted by Ava and Yelena still getting ready and singing along to the music both probably a few drinks in ready.

“Hi!!” Yelena shouts once she realizes you are there in the room. She walks over giving you a hug though leaning away so as to not mess up either of your guys hair or dresses. “Hey, I see you two are pre-gaming?” You laugh taking in the various glasses that were at some point filled with alcohol.

“Hey…it was her idea! So be mad at her.” Yelena points accusatorily at Ava who’s sat on the floor in front of a full length mirror curling her doing her hair as best she could while fading in and out briefly. “It’s the only way I’m able to survive these fucking events.” She rolls her eyes as Yelena just nods along agreeing.

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As the three of you sit in Yelena’s room Bob and John in the room across the hall getting ready as well. “I’m telling you Bob, the girl also has a thing for you!” John said exasperated at having to repeat this conversation AGAIN.

“But what if she’s just being nice, or she’s only here because she has too, and she never actually talks to me this whole evening, only taking a few photos with me for the stupid plan Mel needs, what if she regrets agreeing.” Bob mumbles more to himself than to John as he worries all about the what ifs and every possible thing he could think of. He runs his fingers through his hair as he passes to the frustration of Walker who had just finished perfecting his hair.

“Get it together!” John smacks his head, bringing him out of his overthinking. “I promise the feelings are mutual, she isn’t doing this to be nice, it's because she likes you. Not sure why but she does…” Walker taunted but with no real malice, though that didn’t stop Bob from glaring at him. He held up his hands in surrender but a smirk on his face.

“But why would she want me… Out of all of New York how could it be me she want” He whispered staring down at his hands looking at his anxiously bitten off nails and picked at skin.

“I don’t know, that’s only something she can answer” John said “And I would suggest talking to her tonight, try to make a change, get out of the self inflicted friend zone. Compliment her, make her laugh and enjoy your presence. Also… just so you know from an outsider's perspective, the crush looks pretty recruited. Not some unbelievable fantasy. Hell the two of you together, it makes perfect sense.” He said more seriously and walked out of Bob’s room leaving the door open so Bob could get a look into Yelena’s room.

There Bob could see you sitting on the bed next to your friends singing along to the music and laughing. He loved your laugh. It was the prettiest sound he had ever heard, especially when it was him that made you. He stood smiling just watching you admiring how you looked in the dress. *god that dress~ that fucking dress, and the makeup~* he thought, running his eyes up and down, his gaze accidentally spending too much time on the low cut of your dress and the equally mesmerizing view of the slit going up up your leg. You were the prettiest person he had ever seen and it was shown all across his face.

You glance up from where you were watching Yelena tell some random story not expecting to see Bob staring at you from the room across the hall, looking utterly entranced. You blush and wave at him smiling and you can’t help checking him out with his messy hair, suit and untied bow tie. You wet your lips taking in the view, unable to stop yourself. From his room he turns bright bright red noticing how you were staring but he softly waves back before quickly shutting the door leaning against it

*I am so so fucked* You both think from the separate rooms faces equally as red trying to mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming night

#bob reynolds x reader #thunderbolts fanfiction #thunderbolts #self indulgence at its finest #lewis pullman #fanfiction

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Sneak peak for: An Old Fashioned Word

Summary: w everyone but you and bob are out on a mission though you are busy with with other work leaving Bob alone woth this thoughts so what happens when you find the shadows taking over

Contains: Bob reynolds X reader, established relationship, ANGST (most angst I’ve ever written but I don’t really write angst) but still fluffy, love confessions, mention of the void, Bob and reader struggle with overthinking

Warning: Swearing, angst, lots of self doubt/self hatred

Note: this is just a sneak peak and theres more to come but I was really proud of this and wanted to share it early (also I have been unable to write all week and finish this so here the first half) this is the most angst I’ve ever written so don’t judge pretty please (unless you have advice) anyway I hope you enjoy!! -Iris/Mars ♥️

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You weren’t blind, obviously you knew something was off with Bob. You just hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten until you went to go find him.

You walked into the hallway where the bedrooms are, only to find shadows trailing under the door, snaking around the hallway. Carefully you avoid stepping into the shadow though you can feel it following and trying to curl around you. You open the door to see the half silhouette of your boyfriend, the shadows swallowing him from the top down as more of the shadows spread and twist around the room surrounding him.

“Bob…Honey?” You call trying to see if it’s still him or if it’s already the Void. Bob turns to face you looking completely broken and exhausted. Hair wild as if he’s been pulling and running his fingers through it, his hair also greasy from lack of a wash as he just been unable to get the will to even care about it, eyes drooping and puffy from crying, prominent eyebags indicating the lack of sleep –He never sleeps without you there with him– along with that his eyes looking completely black with just enough blue left for you to tell he’s still there, he's still your Bob barely holding on. He turns and faces you whispering something you can’t fully catch but you take it as some form of apology.

“Bob…I’m going to come find you okay honey? We are going to get you out of this together.” You explain softly but determined as a promise. You take a deep breath already knowing what you are going to see, as this isn’t your first time you have to go rescue him from the brink. You know the shame and suffering you will see once you step into the shadows but that has never and will never stop you. You will always go and save him, even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. You will always be there.

“I’ll get you my darling I promise” You say walking into the shadows.

~~~

You open your eyes, watching the familiar scene you see every night in your dreams –well the nights you sleep alone– You try not to dwell on the memory unfolding around you and try to search for a reflective surface in the ‘room’ looking for Bob. You look around until you see a reflection in a window and sure enough as you look into it you see Bob sitting on the floor in his parent’s attic with a rubix cube just like how he always is. You press your fingers up to the glass and push, your fingers phase through and you take a breath and walk forward leaving your memories behind you and walking into his.

You stumble into the room but quickly right yourself. You walk farther into the attic and silently sit on the bean bag chair beside him as he fidgets with the rubix cube. You’re not fully sure how long you sit there with him, allowing him to know he isn’t alone. Doesn’t matter though how long you are there, all you care about is being there and him knowing you are there.

Eventually Bob lets out a soft “hi…” his voice barely a whisper but easily heard in the mostly silent room.

“Hi, Bob…” You turn a bit to face him, to see how he’s avoiding making eye contact with you trying to securely focus on the toy in his hands. “I’m sorry…” he apologizes, looking like he wants to say more but is unable to.

“It’s ok,” You say simply, allowing him to take his time.

After another few minutes pass by before Bob speaks again. “He got to me…I tried hard not to let him but- but I just wasn’t strong enough. It’s hard when well it’s me. With everyone gone on this long mission and you…you constantly away for Valentina. It’s hard to not feel- lonely and well as you know that’s what he feeds on-” He stammers trying to explain, only briefly looking up at you, desperately trying not to cry.

You nod along and move the slightest bit closer to him. Opening up your posture a bit, resting your hand closest to him on your leg palm side up. A gesture you two have as a silent offer to allow the other to hold their hand whenever they need but don’t feel brave enough to just take it.

Bob just stares at the hand hesitating as he continues on. “His taunting just continued pounding, restless day after day non stop. All this nagging and spreading of lies- but as well… as I've said before what he says just makes enough sense it seems believable…” He let out a breath inching his hand closer to yours. “He kept going on about how alone we are. How the team all got picked for this long mission to get away from us. How they went without us because we were incompetent, weak, useless…” he swallowed the loop in his throat blinking back tears. “He…He also brought up you…alot…” he let out a soft bitter laugh. “He went on and on talking about how I’m not good enough for you, how you are pitying me, how this- this is all a cruel joke and you- you are going to wake up and realize i’m not worth it…not worth the trouble…” This time he took you hand holding close afraid you are going to suddenly vanish. “It’s so stupid…I know…I think I know you would never do that, you aren’t like that- you lo- you care for me. I know you do!… but with the constant, repetitive, aggravating nagging it’s… hard to not think like that…hard to think of why I should still be here…” Bob couldn’t help but cry as he confessed all this to you trying to face away from you, trying not to show you how weak he was.

“Oh honey…” Was all you could say at first. You bring one hand slowly up to cup his face. As you make contact he flinches but hesitantly presses into your palm. You gently direct his face to look up and at you. And that’s when he breaks. He desperately clutches at your arm, holding on so tight afraid to let go. His head falls into your palm, you being the only thing holding him up as the tears stream down his face, gasping for breath.

You gently guide him into your lap allowing him to grab on to you tightly and cry into your shoulder, his whole body shaking from the sobs. You in return just gently rub his back and hold him tight whispering sweet words of ‘I got you’ ‘you aren’t alone’ ‘I’m always here for you’ You sit there trying to fight back the three words you have been dying to say, thinking how this would only stress Bob out more.

Eventually the sobs quiet down and fade into soft hiccups. And he sits up a bit mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’. You pull back slightly to see him clearly, reach out and hold his face in your hands gently whipping away the stray tears running down his face.

“Bob…You aren’t alone… You will never be truly alone, especially here in the tower. We all care about you so so much…even if we all have our different ways of showing care, it’s true and will always be true. And you aren’t weak and you certainly aren’t useless! Just because you weren’t chosen on this mission with the rest of them doesn’t make you useless. Yes, they have more experience which is why they went on the mission. But it’s not expected for you to be on the level of Bucky or Yelena, they have been doing this a majority of their life –sad but true– and you only got this other side of you a year ish ago. You are still in training, still trying to control everything. You aren’t useless, you are far from useless, you are just at a completely different level and skill set than the others which isn’t a bad thing! We need a variety of skills and experiences to function as a team.” You explain, hopefully in an encouraging tone, soft enough to be gentle so you don’t sound like you are chastising him but stern enough to know you mean it. As if you were trying to engrave this in his brain.

He looked at you like he was trying to believe you, but still struggling to, trying to believe he was good enough, he was important like you claimed. “I don’t- know… without the other guy I’m-nothing, I’m-“ “Don’t you dare say useless-“ you interrupt and he just shut his mouth looking slightly lost

“Bob, you don’t need to have god-like powers to be important. You don’t need them to be needed and wanted. Especially when it comes to you as a team, especially when it comes to me. You are an important member of the team, you are in charge of keeping everything here running smoothly.” You explain in a softer tone from before. “And…I need you, I need you Bob I don’t need the Sentry and all his god esque powers, I need and most importantly want Bob. I want my boyfriend, my kind boyfriend who cuddles up with me and tells me all about his books. Who I can sit in silence with and not having it feel heavy, finding comfort in the silence. The one I can ramble for hours about anything with no fear of judgment whether it be about an interest of mine or some of my many many emotional baggage!” You joke, earning a small laugh from him.

“I want you, Robert! I need you and nothing else.” You whisper as you move to press a featherlight kiss to his temple, you pull back checking for any signs of discomfort but when you find none, only a faint blush at the tips of his ears you continue on. “More than anything in the world,” Another kiss to one of his cheeks as he lets out a soft gasp at the contact. “You mean everything to me,” Another kiss to his other cheek. “I never want to leave you” This time a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me” You press a kiss softly to his lips as if sealing the promise. You had expected him to stay still or deny everything you had said but you definitely weren’t expecting him to mumble a quiet: ‘forever.’

“Hmm? What was that?” You ask pulling away to face him clearly. “Forever…you said you’ll be here as long as I’ll have you and so…forever” He whispered the confession “I want to be with you forever-“ he gave a soft shy smile, the thoughts in his head quieting down, feeling easier to push away now you were here with him and he was no longer alone.

You sat there stunned, you knew he cared for you, more than anything else he had said but just like him you always had those doubts in your mind —though your depression didn’t get personified into a living being—but it was always a nice reminder that the feelings you have were mirrored. That you loved him and he probably loved you just as much.

You took a slow breath in and moved to face him. “Bob…” He looked up at you smiling again “Yeah hun?” He asked softly. “I- I love you, so much darling…more than words can describe, and and I feel I've been falling for ages but i’ve never fully let myself except the fact that I have this opportunity, to be here, to care for you. And I know you struggle with this sort of thing so you don’t have to say anything just…know I love you” You stammer struggling to get all the words out, but you make direct eye contact the entire time to let him know you are serious.

Bob stays there frozen for so long you start to feel as if you screwed everything up. But he still stays there mentally going through everything you said, scanning your face for any signs of lies, cupping your face to try to make sure you're real, he's real, this is real and you had really just told him that. “You…Love me?” He asked just barely a whisper just barely heard over your racing heart. All you can do is nod trying to paste on a smile trying to not cry. He nods one, then twice “ok…ok wow…ummm” He says unaware of your panic going through your body. “I…umm I don’t uhhh can’t think of what to say- God you love me?” He asked again, needing the confirmation, trying to hide –and failing– the hopefulness in his voice.

As you nod again he pulls you tight to him burying his face in your hair. “God you…god I- I ummm” He tries to start. “I think…I feel, no sorry I know I feel the same…I think, sorry this doesn’t make sense I know I feel the same but I can’t…” He tries to explain how much he cares for you but still has that fear of loving and being loved he’s had his whole life. “Sorry I’m not phrasing this right! I’m… I know i’m there or getting there, It just may take some time” He finally says pulling away again to look at you, searching for a reaction.

You smile, finally losing the fear that you messed everything up. This is only further shown in how he smiled at you, a smile that conveyed the words he felt but couldn’t say and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss. A kiss for all the unspoken words from both, words of how deeply the care and love goes for the other, far enough that neither of them knew how deeply they were. But they still knew they were there even through all the doubt and hardships, even if they weren’t said they knew. You loved Bob. Bob loved you. It was as simple as that. You both knew it and that's the only thing that mattered in that moment.

You both pull away panting, not fully sure how long you two were tangled up in the thoughts of the other but at some point you moved to be sitting in Bob’s lap, fingers in his hair, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you against him. Despite everything you guys have already done together in the past Bob still blushed bright red pressing his face against your neck letting out a low groan. You softly laugh and press another kiss against the side of his head “Well, good to know the feeling is mutual.” Bob presses a long lingering kiss to your neck as a response before you drag his face up and look at him.

“Should we leave…?” You ask softly to change to be more serious. Bob pulls away, though one hand still presses to your waist as the other comes up to rub his neck. “Yeah…Yeah we probably should…I don’t uhh I don’t want to but I don’t think we can stay here…” He relents but makes no effort to try and move. You on the other hand go to stand up but stop when he tries to keep you down “Honey…I’ll still be here when we go back, I’m not leaving and I’ll be there for whatever you need me for.“ You explain slowly standing and helping him up. Bob just sighs but stands up “I… I’m going to need some time to… to feel normal after this… to feel whole, I’ll try not to shut you out again but I can’t promise I’ll be fully…there” He explained waving his hand around in gestures. You grab his hand to hold and squeeze it tight. “Take all the time you need, it’s perfectly normal to take a break from everything but I will be there to make sure it’s not self isolation okay?” Bob nodded “Deal.”

~~~

Once the two of you made it back Bob was exhausted. He nearly collapsed on you as all the shadows retreated from his room back into him and fading again going back from where they came. His eyes returned to his normal shade of blue –the brownest blue eyes you had ever seen and loved looking into– and lost all hints of the blackness in them earlier. He slumped into you as the two of you tried to maneuver on to his bed. After some talking you had realized that he remembered everything the two of you had talked about and that happened. He had remembered the shift in your relationship, the realization of how deeply you two felt about each other.

After some adjusting the two of you walked to the bathroom that was adjacent to the bedroom and you sat on the counter top beside the sink keeping him company while he showered. Once out of the shower you guys made it to the empty living room where you left Bob on the couch to pick out a movie to watch –he had settled on Wall-E wanting it to be a good but simple movie to watch– as you went to make some dinner for the two of you. With the dinner being finished Bob decided to lay his head on your shoulder the exhaustion becoming too much to handle and promptly passed out finally feeling enough at ease to sleep. You slowly adjusted him to lie more comfortably on your lap as you traced small soft patterns on his back. “I love you Darling, I’ll always be here…” you whispered into the quiet room as you too fell asleep on the couch.

THIS ISNT FINISHED! More on the way :D -Iris/Mars

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