#natasha trace x plus size!fem!reader x bob floyd

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Hopeless

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/ Plus size!fem!reader/ Robert “Bob” Floyd

Characters: Fem!reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado

Warnings: Drinking, everyone wants y’all to get together, Rooster and Phoenix are besties, Jake and Javy are little shits, Natasha, Bob, and reader are adorable

Word Count: 3,366

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“You two are hopeless,” Bradley comments. 

“Why?” Natasha asks, looking away from your smug grin and Jake’s unamused expression. 

Bob continues munching on his snack of the night, watching you beat Jake in a game of pool. 

“You two should just- I don’t know, confess or something.” 

“What would that do?” 

“Get you two to stop being lovesick morons, for one. Two, she’d stop yapping about how cute you two are and how- crap.” 

Natasha’s hand slips off Bobs arm as she pushes herself off the stool beside him. “How what?” 

Bradley closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, knowing that you’d kill him if you found out what he’s told her. “I already told you too much. You can figure it out by now.” 

Bob slips away from the two, placing a hand on Natasha’s back, patting it once letting her know he’ll be stepping away. He also wants to get away before the two best friends start bickering. 

-

You look away from the blond, not so cocky man formerly known as Hangman (now Bagman or Loserman) to find the sweet and handsome back seater. “Hey, you,” you smile. 

He smiles, leaning into whisper about what you can do to sink Jake and win the bet the others made. 

Your lips tug into a smile, chuckling because you know he’s right. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” you whisper. 

“You would have thought about it eventually. You’re a smart girl.” 

You suck in your bottom lip, nibbling on it, wondering if he’s flirting with you or just being nice. 

“Hey, gossiping hens.” 

You suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips at the interruption. You turn around, “what?” 

“You gonna keep talking or are you gonna play?” 

“But we’re talking about how great your hair looks. I was asking Bob if he knew what hair gel you used, you know, get started on your Christmas gift.” 

Bob covers his mouth, snickering at your comment.

-

Bradley stops talking which annoys Natasha. She wants to know what else you’ve told him. He smirks, taking a sip of his beer. Her brows knit together, “what? Why are you smirking like that?” 

He uses his drink to gesture at you and Bob. “Looks like he’s the first one to make a move.” 

She turns, smiling when you and Bob glance at one another. 

The two of you laugh about something most likely related to Jake, who looks annoyed more than anything. 

“Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him.” 

“Shut up.” She nudges his ribs before pushing herself out of the chair, passing him. 

-

She walks up behind Bob, placing her hand on his lower back. He looks down, the two share a smile, glancing back to you watching as you bump your hip against the sore loser. 

“Where are my winnings?” You look at the others. 

Javy pauses in his movements to count his money. The greedy smile falls from his face, he looks up, “what?” 

You purse your lips, “you won because of me. I think it’s fair you give me some of your winnings.” 

“He won that fair and square,” Jake adds. 

You hold your hand out and receive a twenty. “Thank you, kind, sir.” You skip back towards Bob and Natasha, looking over your shoulder to say, “yeah and he won by betting against your ass.” 

Jake’s head snaps in Javy’s direction, “bet on what?”

-

You turn back to the two, “how should I spend this bad boy?” 

“You should save it.” “Spend it on dinner.” Bob and Natasha say at the same time. 

You nod, taking their ideas into consideration. “I’m gonna get me another drink. Should I get another round?” 

“No, I think Jake’s paying this time,” Natasha smirks. 

You nod, “okay. Do you two want anything?” 

She shakes her head, “no, sweetheart. We’re fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” Bob nods. 

“I’ll be right back.” You turn around to walk towards the center of the bar. 

Her hand on your lower back stops you, “we’ll come with you,” she reaches for Bob’s hand, pulling him along with you two. 

“Okay.” 

-

Natasha guides you toward the door. 

Bob steps ahead of you two, holding the door open. 

You furrow your brows, “what’re we doing out here? Are you two, okay? Is someone sick?” 

She smiles, “no, we’re all good.” 

“Do you want me to drop you have at base? I can drive, I have no problem-” 

“Jesus, Bob. Couldn’t wait a few more minutes, could you?” 

He pulls away, his hands are still cupping your cheeks, studying you. 

You lick your lips before opening your eyes. 

“I think you killed her,” she comments with an amused tone. 

His eyes widen, looking over at her. “I should have-” 

You breath out, “wow.” 

“Maybe you made her horny?” Natasha jokes, nudging Bob’s side with her elbow. 

His eyes widen and eyebrows are up high on his forehead in surprise, “did I?” 

“She doesn’t look like her normal self, now does she?” 

The blood seems to rush back to your head, you can properly think again… sort of. “Wow that- can we do it again?” 

She smirks, crossing her arms, giving him a smug grin, “good job.” 

His head snaps back to you, checking to make sure you’re not joking (not that you would). “Wait- you liked it?” 

You enthusiastically nod, “yeah! Why wouldn’t I? I mean I’ve got the cutest WSO kissing me and his pilot slash partner holding my hand. I’m quite literally in between the hottest people I know.” 

“The hottest?” he mutters. 

You reach up, holding onto his wrists, rubbing your thumb against the inside of his arm. 

Natasha smirks, pecking his warm cheek, “and you were worried she didn’t like us.” 

You turn to look at her, “you two talk about me?” 

She nods, taking one of Bob’s hands off your cheek so, she can look at you properly. “All we talk about.” 

None of you say something for some time. 

“I think the other girls are jealous,” you blurt out.  

He slides his other hand off your cheek, holding one side of your waist while Natasha wraps her arm around the other side. 

“What girls?” She leads the two of you away from the front of the Hard Deck. 

“The customers that come around here.” 

She nods, “what made you bring them up?” 

“The girls that come around almost always ask if either of you are available.” 

“And what do you tell them?” 

Bob unwraps his arm from you, scrambling to find your car keys (you two carpooled together and Natasha arrived with Micky and Reuben). 

“I wasn’t sure and if you two were, I don’t think they would be interested because of your job… and they’re not the nicest girls. Sometimes they’ll ask if I’m jealous when they thought they were going to get together with either one you." 

“And what would you say?” 

“I’d be honest and say no… I also hoped you wouldn’t get together with them.” 

She pulls you closer, hugging you from behind, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“We didn’t know if you were interested in either of us or if you would be comfortable dating the two of us.” 

He unlocks the car, opening the back door, waiting for the two of you to get in. 

You let out a quiet laugh, “you want to date me. You want to kiss me-” 

“Stop quoting Miss Congeniality and get in the car.” 

You look over your shoulder to whisper, “I think Billy Bob is hangry.” 

She leans in, her mouth hovering over your cheek, “I think you’re right.” She unwraps her arms from your waist, pushing you into the backseat, crawling in after you. 

Once the two of you settle into the back, Bob makes his way to the driver’s side. 

“I feel bad.” 

Natasha places her hand on your thigh, “why?” 

“Bobs in front alone,” you pout, leaning against the driver’s seat, resting your cheek beside his shoulder. 

Her hand slides off your thigh, she buckles her seatbelt watching you two. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “sit back and put your seatbelt on.” 

You push yourself up, pecking his check before sitting back down. 

She pulls you closer to her, putting you in the middle seat buckling your seatbelt for you, setting her hand on your thigh again. “You’re gonna turn him into a brat,” she whispers. 

You shake your head, “no I’m not.” 

She nods, “you’re already spoiling him. He’s gonna get greedy.” 

You glance over at him, catching his gaze in the rear-view mirror. “Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” 

“Oh,” she tilts her head before leaning in to give you a short kiss. “You’re gonna be so much trouble for me, aren’t you?” 

The corners of your lips tug upwards, “no,” you deny even though all of you know that it’s the truth. 

She chuckles, “Liar.” 

You pout, turning your head in Bob’s direction, “She’s being mean.” 

“Welcome to my world.” 

“Should we gang up on her?” 

He shakes his head, “she’d like that too much.” 

Natasha hums, “now I have two brats.” 

You shake your head, “no, you have sweet Billy Bob and a-” 

“An angel.” “An evil minx.” The two say.  

“You two went in completely different directions.” 

“That’s because you spoil him.” 

“He deserves to be spoiled.” 

“Oh, that’s gonna go right to his head.”

-

The car stops, you glance out the window. “We’re at my house.” 

Bob pauses, looking back to you, nervous that he made a mistake. “Did you not want us-” 

You shake your head, “oh no, no, no, no, no. It’s okay. I’m good with you two coming over. I mean, you spent the night-” 

Natasha pulls her head back, “Bob stayed over? Last night?” 

“Well, I mean, yeah.” 

“Bastard,” she mutters to herself, purposefully loud enough for you to hear. 

“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything but, he helped me get home without spilling the beer on me too much.” 

She furrows her brows, “wait- what happened last night?” 

Bob opens the door, holding his hand out for her. 

She accepts and gets out without ease. She turns, doing the same for you. 

“Thank-” You stop, feeling a larger hand across your stomach, saving you from falling flat on your face. You blow out the breath you were holding. “Thank you, both of you. Um, anyway.” You pull your hand out of her grasp digging into your purse to find your house keys. “Bob saw the waitress Penny just hired spill her tray off drinks on me and was nice enough to drive me home and then asshat-” 

Natasha turns to Bob who leans down to whisper, “Jake.” 

“- was a complete jerk and told poor Billy Bob to find his own place to stay because he conveniently forgot he lent his spare room to Coyote.” You turn the keys in the lock, opening the door. 

You step inside to turn on the light. “And he crashed in the spare room.” You toe off your shoes, bending down to grab them. “You two can get comfortable, take off your shoes, looser clothes whatever. Don’t feel like you have to stay in your off-duty clothes. I put your bags at the end of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

-

Natasha turns with a raised brow, “you stayed here?” 

“Don’t give me that look. You told me you went to see your family. I know it’s been a while since you saw any of them. I thought it would be nice for you not to worry and enjoy yourself.” 

“You should have told me.” She takes a step towards him, cupping his cheek, “now, I’m gonna worry about you not having a place to stay. Are you still looking for an apartment?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Still nothing?” 

He nods, “we should probably change into something else. She won’t like the fact that we’ve stood here talking when we could have been getting into something a little more comfortable.” He takes her hand off his cheek, holding it as he leads her towards the spare room, finding their bags exactly where you said. 

A small smile dances across his lips. 

“You’re so whipped,” she teases, pecking his cheek, wrapping one arm around his waist. 

“I like to think of it as me, being too nice.” 

“She’s spoiled you and you haven’t been with her for a whole twenty-four hours.” 

-

The two make their way to your room, opening the door. 

Natasha pushes the door open, “hey, we wanted to-” 

Bob covers his eyes before peeking to look over at Natasha. He sees she’s still drooling staring at you and cover her eyes. He pulls the two out of the doorway, trying to turn the corner without getting injured. 

You throw a random pair of sweatpants on, “sorry, I was looking for my warm pajama pants, but I can’t info them.” 

“No,” he clears his throat. “It’s okay. We’ll be in the living room.” 

Once the two make it down the hallway, Bob removes his hands. 

-

The two sit on the couch. 

She turns with pouty lips, “why’d you pull me away?” 

He shakes his head, “you’re going to corrupt her.” 

Natasha scoffs, “I was not.” 

You knock on the doorway, “do you two want anything to drink or eat? I was thinking we could watch a movie or something. Unless you guys are too tired then we can do this some other time.” 

“No, no, that sounds like fun. I’ll help you, Bob,” she pats his thigh. “Can pick the movie.” 

Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “okay.”

-

The microwave hums as it pops the first bag of popcorn. 

She can’t help herself as she thinks about you standing in your room, wearing a shirt that only covers so much, showing off your cute clothed covered behind. “Do you really walk around like that?” 

You cross your arms, “I was looking for my pajama pants, but I couldn’t find them.” 

She leans against the counter, “you realize that was torture for us, right?” 

You tilt your head, “it was?” 

She hums, moving towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “Why wouldn’t it?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know.” 

“How long have you had the spare room for?” 

“Ever since I got here. I wanted to use it as a craft room, but it never worked out and there have been a few times where Amelia needed a place to stay while Penny took care of some things. But now that she’s older and has friends, she hasn’t needed to spend the night.” 

“Do you get lonely?” 

“Not so much before.” 

“What changed?” 

You move closer to the microwave, pulling out the first bag. You pull the big bowl you had on the counter, open it with a hiss when the steam hits your skin. 

“Careful.” 

“I would be if I didn’t have a phoenix on my back.” 

“I bet.” 

“Hey, I think I found a movie. It’s a horror,” Bob pauses, watching the two of you. “Movie,” he says slowly. 

You turn around after starting the microwave again, “Bob?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can you help me with the popcorn. Princess Phoenix won’t let me go.” 

His lips tug upwards into a small smile, “of course.” 

“Thank you.” 

She groans, resting her forehead on your shoulder, “you couldn’t use a different nickname?” 

You chuckle, “no. I mean I could call you Phoxy but it felt more like a Princess Phoenix moment.” 

“What nicknames do you have for us?” 

“For you, Phoxy but with a “ph” for obvious reasons and of course, Princess Phoenix. and then Bob, Billy Bob.” 

“Or baby,” he adds, looking for something to drink in your fridge. 

“Baby?” She asks, wanting to make sure she heard you correctly. 

You stutter to get a response out, “well- I mean- he’s adorable, you can’t tell me you don’t want to call him baby.” 

“Or the baby,” Bob says. 

You glare at him, “you can stop talking now.”

“It’s cute,” Natasha assures you. 

You shake your head, “I don’t want to be cute. I want to be fierce.” 

“That’s not gonna happen.” 

“You’re so mean. Bob, I can be fierce, right?” 

He looks up from opening his soda, “yeah.” 

You point your finger at him, “you hesitated.” You turn to Natasha, “he hesitated. I don’t want to watch a movie with you two.” You shove her arms off you and stomp away, fulling committing to the bit. 

“You get her, I’ve got the popcorn,” she tells him.

-

You pretend like you’re gonna walk down the hallway when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You try to push his hands off but fail. You let out a quiet, “oof” when you two land on the couch. You’re pulled back down every time you try to get up. 

Bob moves you, hovering above you. 

Natasha’s light footsteps get closer, you arch your back, pouting up at her. “He’s not letting me go. Help.” 

She tilts her head, “I don’t know. I kinda like looking at you from this angle.” 

You glance down to see Bob’s face snuggled into your stomach, so he doesn’t look at your semi unclothed chest. You try to pull up your shirt but can’t with him laying on you. 

“You two gonna make room for me?” 

You try to respond when you’re in the air. You squeal and automatically wrap your arms around his neck. You turn your head, taking note of how much space Natasha has on the couch. You then realize you’re in Bob’s lap… and he’s not letting go.  

She grabs a handful of popcorn, popping a few pieces into her mouth. “I’d rather watch you two than the movie.” 

You whine, trying to get out of his lap, “you can let me go now.” 

“He won’t let you go, he’s in boob canyon.” 

“But the movie.” 

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” 

You nod, “yeah, you’re gonna get scared.” 

“No, I’m not,” she denies. 

“We’ve had a movie night and Fanboy chose a horror movie. We were barely five minutes into it, and you were covering your face with your hands.” 

“That wasn’t because of the movie.” 

“Really?” 

“Okay, fine maybe it was but, I want to snuggle too.” 

“Yeah, I don’t know if you’ll get to.” You glance down at adorable man holding you, “Bob’s pretty admit on staying where he is.” 

“He won’t let go of you.” 

“I’m sensing that now.” 

“Are we going to watch the movie your room or the spare room?” 

“We can-” 

You yelp, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck once more.

-

You find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

Bob snuggles further into you. 

Natasha walks into the room, hands you the bowl of popcorn before placing a blanket over the two of you. 

You snack on a couple of pieces, “looks like Bob made his choice.” 

“Usually when he gets like this, I tell him five more minutes before I roll him off the bed.” 

You gasp, “that’s so mean.” 

He shrugs, “she’s only done it once. I was okay though.” 

“Was that why you had a bruise on your forehead a few months ago?” 

“No. He wanted to try a new position and he fell,” Natasha informs you. 

“Mkay,” you say slowly, sounding like you don’t quite believe her. 

She settles onto the other side of the bed, covering herself in a blanket. “Don’t look at me like that.” She snatches the bowl from you. 

“I’m not giving you any look.”

“You are.” 

“Am not.” 

“Let’s just cuddle and watch the movie,” Bob mumbles. 

You smile, nodding, “I like baby’s idea.” 

She snorts, covering her mouth to prevent her from breaking into a full fit of laughter. “Me too.”

-

It’s safe to say, you three went on a date later that week and they officially asked you to be their girlfriend… you may have also asked them to live with you a few months after that and let’s just say, you had the best night’s sleep of your life and were a little sore the next day.