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Lewis Pullman by Storm Santos.

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Hey siri, please call my dentist because my teeth just rotted from all this wholesome pure love😭. And then the SMUT?! GAWD. THE SMUT. So well written, not too little, not too much, juuuust right.

I need 15 more of these on my desk by Monday, okay?

Promise?

Pairing:  Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: After saying “I do,” Bob and the reader enjoy their wedding ceremony and honeymoon in Scotland. 

Author’s note: This was a request from @horrormovielover2000. The reader has some Slavic ancestry, which influences some of the traditions at the reception, including bonfires and setting wreaths free on the water. (Typically wreaths on the water are done in a river or lake but this will be on the ocean). 

Warning:  Unprotected p in v, light choking, honeymoon smut. Pretty basic.

Word count: 1,044

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As the waves crested on the beach, Alexei, the officiant, clapped his hands and said, “Bob, you can finally kiss your beautiful bride!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd when Bob grasped your face in his hands and kissed you slowly. You almost forgot everyone around you, sinking into the feeling of his lips on yours, his tongue washing over yours just slightly. “I love you,” Bob said, smiling wide as his hand slipped into yours. 

“I love you more,” you whispered back.

Alexei slapped your backs, nearly shaking the breath from you. “You two deserve each other,” he said softly before projecting to the wedding guests. “And now, time for the reception!”

While your guests began to grab your signature wedding cocktail, a mix of pineapple juice, orange juice, rum and grenadine, you and Bob changed out of your formal wear and into more comfortable clothing. Bob slipped into some black slacks and white button-up shirt while you slipped into a short red dress with straps that gathered at the back of your neck. “You��re stunning,” Bob said, gathering you to his chest. “Let’s get back to our guests before I take you somewhere quiet around here and have my way with you.”

Giggling, you grabbed Bob’s hand and ran back toward the beach where the bonfire was starting, the orange flame a stark contrast to the star-studded night sky. After your first dance to the classic “At Last” by Etta James, your guests gathered around the bonfire and started dancing with reckless abandon. You even ditched Bob for a moment to dance with Yelena and Ava and the rest of your bridesmaids and friends. Bob had a drink in his hand and John, Bucky and Alexei by his side. He was blushing which led you to believe they were saying something about your upcoming honeymoon. 

As the bonfire roared, you gathered your guests to the restaurant on the beach where a sea of tables had been set up for dinner. Instead of a sit down meal, you’d constructed a buffet with everything you both loved, including some Russian dishes that Alexei liked to make, pierogis, goulash, blinis, and kopytka. Thankfully, you’d ensured an abundance of food, given your three super-soldier friends with matching appetites and nearly 200 guests. 

Nearly an hour later, everyone was stuffed to the brim with food and started mingling back on the beach where the bonfire had been kept going. Instead of getting right back into dancing, you, Bob and your guests gathered wreaths of herbs and flowers to let them go in the water. The farther they went, the longer and happier your marriage would be. 

As the wreaths flowed outward on the waves, the music picked up again. Bob picked you up effortlessly and ran toward the bonfire, planting your feet on the ground before joining you in a spirited dance that enraptured your guests. 

After cutting the cake, you returned to dancing, slowly swaying in Bob’s arms as the stars shined overhead and the fire continued to crackle. “Were the guys making inappropriate jokes before?” You asked Bob. 

“John was talking about the honeymoon,” he laughed. 

“What did you say?” You smiled against his mouth before you kissed him. 

“That even though Scotland is beautiful, I plan on keeping you in the bedroom most of the time.” A blush hit the apples of his cheeks and went back to the tips of his ears. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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With lush green fields, quiet lochs, and mountains as far as the eye could see, Scotland was one of the most beautiful places you’d ever seen. But nothing held a candle to the small bed-and-breakfast you and your new husband were staying in. It was small and cozy, with a room overlooking the lake. Thunder and lightning cracked across the sky as you screamed Bob’s name and dug your fingers into his hair. 

You giggled as he crawled up your body, eyes blown wide with lust, your arousal still on his lips. “Kiss me,” you chuckled, tasting yourself on his tongue. You whined as his hips ground against yours, his cock heavy against your thigh. “Need you.”

Bob kissed the side of your neck, slowly sucking at your pulse point. “You have me,” he mumbled against your skin, “forever.”

Reaching between your sweat-slick bodies, you grasped his cock and slid it against your slickness over and over again until neither of you could take it anymore. As he sank into you, he moaned, eyes rolling back in his head. “Damn, baby, you-you take me so well.”

You arched up into him, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, harder baby, please.”

Bob reached his hand up to your throat, pressing gently on the sides as he picked up the pace. “Such a good girl for me,” he groaned. “My good girl.”

His praise fueled your need and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, harder, faster with each thrust. “I’m gonna come. Bob, don’t stop, please.”

“I don’t plan to,” he moaned, bringing his hand to the side of your face. “Gonna make you come all over this cock again and again and again.”

As the waves began to crest, you snaked your hand into his hair and brought him close. Heavy breaths, moans and the sounds of your bodies colliding filled your ears and overtook your senses, bringing you to the edge with another cry. You felt Bob come with you, thick spurts filling you up.

“Fuck,” he breathed, laughing as he practically collapsed on top of you. “You’re amazing. God, I love you.”

“ I love you, too.”

Just as you were about to sink into a heavy makeout session, the phone rang. “Uh-oh,” Bob said, blushing. “I think we’re loud.”

Calm and collected, you picked up the phone to hear exactly what you thought. You weren’t exactly quiet. “We’re so sorry,” you said, choking back a laugh. “We’ll try to keep it down.”

When you hung up the phone, Bob slipped out of you and came to rest at your side, eyes heavy with exertion and sleep. The rain continued to pound on the roof overhead, almost lulling you to sleep. “Fuck me senseless again when we wake up?” He asked. 

“Promise.”

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I couldn’t pick one so you get 4 cats who, like me, love this blurb so hard. This was perfect, even better than what I imagined! Bob in a suit is on a whole different level and I’m gonna need to see more of that.

TL;DR: I’m obsessed.

"We can’t do this." – "Then don’t look at me like that."

This one with Bob.

Why, oh why did Valentina need you to attend this charity gathering? As you slipped the straps of your dress over your shoulders and stepped into your heels, you asked yourself that question over and over again. 

“It’s good to get your faces out there,” you said mockingly, to the empty room. “Especially after the events in the city. Make sure everyone sees you in a positive light.”

With a deep sigh, you reached out and grabbed the cold metal door handle, allowing it to shock you into action despite the fact that you wanted to turn around and face-plant into your bed. 

You made your way to the kitchen, where you quickly downed a shot of vodka just to give yourself the courage to be in a room full of people you didn’t know. Turning around, you were met with the rest of the New Avengers, all dolled up in their best formal wear. Yelena looked amazing in mint green. Ava dazzled in lavender. And all the boys stunned in their suits, but Bob was the one who caught your eye. 

Your breath caught in your throat. He pulled at the hem of his shirt, hating the feeling of it tucked into his pants, but the suit was well-fitted, each seam tailored to his broad, tall frame. For months, you’d harbored feelings for him, but you refused to voice them for fear of ruining the friendship you had. 

As the team filed into the elevator, you playfully ribbed Bob. “You look good,” you said, turning your head in the hopes he wouldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. 

Bob swallowed hard, taking in the midnight blue of your silk dress. How it gathered at your waist and slipped down your frame. How the slit up the side showed your thigh. How the straps at your back accentuated the strength you carried.  “You-you too. You look…stunning.”

For a moment, you held each other’s gazes, breaths soft but heavy, something unspoken hanging in the air. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Yelena said, her flat tone interrupting your moment with Bob. 

Nearly an hour passed at the event. You played nice, shaking hands and talking up the team, which thankfully wasn’t hard because you’d grown quite fond of your new friends. But putting on a fake smile in front of people you didn’t know was mentally draining. After being dismissed by Valentina, you headed up the stairs and rounded the corner to find you weren’t the only one searching for solace. 

“You too?” You asked Bob, who was running his hands through his hair, exasperated beyond belief. He always ran hot but he felt like he was swimming in sweat. 

Nodding, he took a deep breath and leaned his head against the wall. “Yea, I’m exhausted.” When his eyes met yours, it was like you were still in the Watchtower elevator. “God, you look beautiful.”

You took solace beside him and swallowed the growing lump in your throat. He was gorgeous - his hair mussed and in his face, jaw ticking with restraint, strong hands wringing in an attempt to calm himself. When he looked your way again, his breath hitched, and again you sat in the moment without a word spoken.  

“We can’t do this,” you said, not sure whether you believed the words or not. 

Bob’s jaw ticked again, like he was holding back. “Then don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to devour me,” he said with a huff. 

You turned toward him and gently slipped your hand into his, throwing caution to the wind after months of harboring these feelings for him. “Maybe I do?”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” he said softly, eyes downcast like he didn’t believe you. 

With your other hand, you tipped his chin up to meet his gaze. “I mean it, Bob. I’ve felt it for months…this-this pull between us.”

“Me too,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, smiling as his lips met yours. It felt like solace. It felt like coming home. 

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Screaming, crying, throwing up. This was so perfect! Even better than I imagined! Bob deserves to be happy and in love and I love seeing him in the middle of a bookstore on a date. Just ugh. It’s so sweet😭💖

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

This one with sweet Bob.

This sweet enough for you, love?

The city slowly came to life as the sun set, flashes of pink and purple and even orange studding the skyline. Inside a hole-in-the-wall bookstore slash coffee shop, you and Bob were on your second date. Neither one of you liked the hustle and bustle of the city, preferring small, quiet dates to showy affairs.

With coffees in hand, you and Bob roamed seemingly endless aisles of books. Covers plastered with a rainbow of colors and pictures and titles. You’d never get to read them all but admired them all the same.

While you enjoyed romances and fiction, Bob leaned into mysteries and fantasies, so you followed him to the designated aisle, smiling when you saw the unfettered glee on his face at the sight of a sequel to his favorite fantasy series. You must have chuckled under your breath because he looked at you. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re cute when you’re happy,” you said softly.

Bob shuffled his feet as he looked at the ground, redness stinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “I am happy. I-I used to think books and music were the only things that made me happy. Until I met you.”

Now it was your turn to blush. With shy smiles on your faces, you made your way over to the romance aisle. As a familiar author caught your eye, you stopped and read the back cover before placing it underneath your arm to take to the register. “You know, you get all starry-eyed too when you look at a good book,” Bob noted.

“Books allow you to live a million lives in one. How could I not love them?”

After picking out a few more books a piece, you threw away your finished coffees and made your way to register with your purchases. Thankfully, you only lived a few blocks from the Watchtower and Bob agreed to walk you home. As the pink and purple hues above faded into star-speckled navy, Bob reached out, his fingers brushing yours. "Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

You nodded, smiling as he slipped his hand into yours. It was more than okay.

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Reader be like:

No but really, this was so sweet my teeth are gonna rot right out of my face😭 I love sweet Bob with every fiber of my being.

"Overreacting? You bled through your shirt!"

Can I please have this one?? You can do my boy if your feeling up to it, or Spencer Reid if your looking for something a little different

Bob, obviously, cuz he is life now.

- Liquid warmth slipped through your fingers as you stumbled out of the elevator and into the spacious confines of the Watchtower. After a nearby mission gone wrong, the closest medical bay was actually your own. You didn’t want to come home, knowing how Bob would react, and it was only a through-and-through flesh wound, but you were bleeding pretty badly, even tripping over yourself a bit and into John’s arms.

John grabbed underneath your arm and hauled you up, steadying you against his side. “I’m fine. I’m fine,” you said unconvincingly. “Let’s just get me to the med bay before Bob-“

“What the hell happened?” Bob asked, a horrified look on his face as he rounded the corner into the living area. He rushed up to you and John, eyes glowing, the Sentry floating just below the surface. “Walker, what the hell happened?”

John cut his eyes at you. “What do you think? Miss Hero-Complex jumped in front of me and took a bullet. Even though I’m a damn super-soldier.”

Bob slipped his hand over yours, pressing so hard you gasped. “Baby, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. You’re overreacting.”

"Overreacting? You bled through your shirt!" He cried, picking you up and carrying you toward the med bay. “Why do you always have to do that?”

“What? Save people? Put myself in the line of fire?” You asked softly, the pain starting to wear on you.

“Yes!” He grumbled, placing his forehead against yours as he stepped through the doors and placed you on a table. Obviously he knew the gig, it’s what you all did, but he still didn’t like it. And he didn’t like seeing you hurt most of all.

As the doctors rushed to your side, you brushed your hand along Bob’s cheek. “That’s the price of caring, I guess. Don’t worry though. I’ll live.”

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Brb I’m just gonna go cry because I loved this so much😭. Bob needs all the love and care in the world and I loved seeing him stand up for himself and put himself first.

I also didn’t hate Valentina in this and that felt weird..

15/10. Would recommend. This needs 4 billion more reblogs!

What I Deserve

Pairing: None. Just Bob and the rest of the New Avengers. 

Summary: When Bob’s parents see him with the rest of the New Avengers, they reach out, leaving Bob reeling. 

Author’s note: This was an angsty prompt from @brianie12. Thanks!

Warning: Angsty Bob, mentions of drug use, Bob’s father and mother are mentioned, you might not actually hate Valentina in this one.

Word Count: 1,055

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Bob’s hand shook over the computer mouse, his heart thudding in his chest like a thunderstorm on the horizon.  He’d never expected to see or hear from his parents again. Ever since he’d left, addicted to meth and searching for oblivion, he hoped he’d never see them again. Glancing at the screen, his eyes darting from left to right over and over again, he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. 

        Hello Robert, Your mother and I saw you on TV recently. We’d love to see you and catch up sometime.          From,          Mom and Dad

Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks before he knew it, lip quivering, mouth awash with the salty tang of heavy emotion. 

As Yelena passed Bob’s room, she caught the soft hitch of his breath and immediately knew something was wrong. “Bob?” She asked, peeking her head into the warm expanse of his room. “Everything okay?”

He turned to her with tears in his eyes, unable to say a word. Instead, he just turned toward the glaring screen. 

“What the hell is this?” She said in disbelief. “Your parents contacted you?”

Bob choked on his words. “Yea, uh, yea. I…I don’t…know…”

Yelena wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head on his. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” she soothed. “Just breathe. Close your eyes and breathe.”

Bob did as she said, feeling a wall of tears flow down his cheeks and onto Yelena’s hands. He took slow, steadying breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I never expected to hear from them again.”

“Do you want to? Now?”

Bob’s sadness turned to white-hot rage as the last images of his father screamed through his mind. “My father…I’d rather eat gravel than see that bastard again.”

“What about your mother?”

Reaching up, he grabbed Yelena’s hand, gripping it tight, as if his life depended on it. “That’s more complicated. I know she was victimized by him, but I’m so angry at her for ever putting any of that onto me. As if I made things worse,” he said softly. “I didn’t make things worse. It wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s right,” Yelena said proudly. His therapy sessions had definitely helped. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Anger continued to roll through him. “My father is an opportunistic son of a bitch. I think he wants “in” now that I have notoriety.”

Bob stood up, too much energy rolling through his body to know what to do with. He began pacing the floors, his eyes darting to the computer screen periodically as he did. 

“What do you want to do, Bob?”

He stopped in his tracks and bit his bottom lip. “I don’t deserve to go through this again. I can’t. I won’t,” he mumbled. 

Yelena reached out and grabbed his hand. “Okay, then we make sure they can’t get to you. Do you want to send them anything back?”

Bob stepped back to hehe computer and sat down again. “Will you help me?”

Yelena sat down on the edge of the bed. “I want you to tell them the progress you’ve made. Did they know about your addiction?”

Nodding, Bob hovered his fingers above the keyboard.

       Mom and Dad, After all this time, I find the timing of this email too convenient. I am no longer addicted to meth. I’m also in therapy and making great strides. With the help of my friends and my therapist, I’m better than I ever was. Because of that, I’m going to decline to meet up. Although therapy has helped, I still haven’t completely worked through the anger that I still feel toward both of you, especially Dad. I need to put my recovery first. That’s what I deserve. If you truly care about me, you will stay away and allow me to heal.        Robert 

“How’s that?” Bob asked hopefully. 

Yelena smiled. “Perfect. I like seeing you stick up for yourself. You deserve to be put first. Let’s go tell the rest of the team what’s happening. Val might even be helpful in this situation.”

Feeling a little more confident, he smirked and followed Yelena out to the living room to where everyone was enjoying some crap reality TV. 

When they entered the room, everyone could see something was wrong. “What is it?” Alexei said, sitting up, hands clenched like he was ready to fight.

“Um, my uh, my parents contacted me,” Bob breathed. 

“What?” Ava interjected.

“That bastard I hit?” John asked.

Bucky said nothing, just stared angrily into the abyss before him. Clenching his fists, he slouched back into the couch and mumbled, “I’m sorry, man. What do you want to do?”

Bob cleared his throat. “I already sent them an email back saying I don’t want to see them. I just…just need you guys to back me up if they happen to come around.”

“Done,” Bucky replied.

Ava nodded. “You’ve got us.”

“I’ll hit him again,” John said.

That made Bob laugh. What he wouldn’t give to see John beat the shit out of his father. “Let me contact Val,” Yelena said. 

As she spoke with the head of the team, Bob dropped onto the couch, unsure of what to do with himself. “I hate this,” he grumbled, falling backward. “I hate this so much.”

Yelena hung up and pushed her phone back into the pocket of her jeans. “Val is on a restraining order and she’s going to make sure the employees here know their pictures so that they won’t be allowed in the building.”

“What can we do for you, Bob?” Ava asked.

Bob shrugged, still always taken aback by the care his teammates showed him. “I’m not sure. I think I just need to zone out.”

“Movie night?” Bucky asked.

Alexei shot up from the couch. “I’ll cook!”

“Pelmeni?” Bob asked, remembering the last time Alexei made the Russian meat-filled dumplings. He’d stuffed himself silly. 

Alexei pointed straight at Bob. “You’ve got it. Pelmeni and horror movies?”

“Sounds good,” Bob said, the tension in his shoulders abiding.

With a plan of action in place, Bob began to breathe again, sighing contentedly as Alexei began fumbling with kitchen appliances. He deserved more than the hand he’d been dealt. He deserved safety and love. He deserved this new life. And he wasn't about to let it go for anything.

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Sebastian Stan para Variety Magazine, Septiembre 2024.

Fotografias por Heather Hazzan

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don't judge a fic by its stats

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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I loved this continuation! I loved seeing the reader get help and see her relationships with the other thunderbolts. Alexei gives such golden retriever energy. I love him so much.

This was perfect, much needed and perfect!

Lighter

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: A continuation of Bone Deep. As the reader begins her healing journey, new boyfriend Bob is there to help her through in any way he can.

Author’s Note: More depressed thoughts. This was a request to continue the reader’s healing journey. This is a follow-up to Bone Deep, but it can be read alone.

Warning: Depressed reader. Slight reference to smut.

Word count: 1549

As the light filtered in through the new curtains Bob had bought for you, new blackout curtains that took away most of the offending light, you took a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Though the light was softer, more of a wave than an assault, you still didn’t want to get up. It was a lazy day at the Watchtower and you didn’t see the point, but Bob had introduced you to a couple of techniques he’d learned from his own therapist to help you get up in the morning. 

With another deep breath, you pushed yourself up on the bed, limbs heavy, but movable, almost like sinking in quicksand. “Hey,” Bob said, smiling as he opened the door to your room. “It’s nice to see you up.”

“I’m up,” you grumbled, “But it still feels pointless.”

Bob sat down on your bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. Without a second thought, you sought comfort in his embrace, crawling into his lap. He snaked his hand into yours and placed it on his chest, another habit he’d developed to help you ground yourself in the moment. “I know,” he replied. “But you’re up, and that’s what matters. Every day is a little bit better than the day before.”

That was true. In the weeks since you’d first opened up to Bob, things had gotten better. Not great by any means, but slightly better each day. All thanks to Bob and the rest of the New Avengers. Without their reassurance, you don’t know where you’d be.

Bob combed his hands through your hair, knowing that it calmed you. “You have your first appointment with your therapist today, right?”

Nodding, you closed your eyes, breathing in his cologne. He smelled of pine and just a hint of citrus, lemony and bright. “Yea, I’m kind of nervous about it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want her to judge me. I’m also afraid I’m too fucked up to help.”

Chuckling, Bob kissed your forehead. “Been there,” he sighed, heavy with the weight of his own doubts. He’d been there before - still was sometimes. “But I promise you’re not.”

Although you were still doubtful, still pulled down by gravity and heft of your deepest, darkest thoughts, you pulled Bob’s mouth to yours and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” you breathed. “I think I’m ready to get up now.”

Bob cradled you in his arms and lifted you with ease off the bed, placing your feet on the ground. “Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the room. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Snuggling into his side, you started down the hallway. Also on his way to the kitchen was John. “How’re you doing this morning?” He asked earnestly.

Lifting your shoulders, you replied. “Better. Not great, but better.”

“Good,” he said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Just take it one day at a time. That’s all we can do.”

With a nod, you followed John and Bob to the kitchen, where Bob had apparently cooked every breakfast food known to man for you. On the table stood plates upon plates of bacon, eggs, sausage, ham, toast, pancakes, waffles, French toast, and even a couple of breakfast cereals. You giggled to yourself and kissed Bob’s upper arm. “Went a little overboard, did we?”

“Just a bit,” John laughed. “Am I allowed to eat someone, or will you go all Sentry on me?”

Bob cut his eyes at John, but smiled. “Everyone can eat some. I think I made enough for the entire tower, employees included.”

As Yelena, Ava and Alexei walked into the kitchen, you took a seat, gathering a little bit of eggs, bacon and toast onto your plate. Ava and Yelena just gave you a quiet and reassuring nod, acknowledging your being up and about. Alexei, however, clapped your shoulders. “How are you doing this morning?” He asked loudly, the timbre of his voice reverberating in your eardrums. “Better?”

“A little bit,” you said truthfully.

“Good! Good!” He said before heaping a little bit of everything onto his plate and sitting down at the head of the table.

Breakfast went by in a blur, little conversations happening all around you, while you and Bob just sat in your own little bubble. As the conversations died down, Yelena reached out across the table and laid her hand on yours. “You want someone to walk with you to the therapist?”

For a moment, a pit formed in your stomach, but you tried to remind yourself that these people were here to help you. “Yea, actually,” you said softly. “That would be nice.”

Bob kissed your temple and got up from the table to start gathering dishes. “Good, I’ll be here doing the dishes. And I’ll do your laundry too, so you don’t have to do that when you come back.”

“Thanks, everyone. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Ava playfully punched you in the shoulder. “Yea, well, you’re stuck with us.”

—-

After giving Bob a kiss goodbye, you began your journey to the therapist with Yelena at your side. The city was buzzing, but fairly quiet, everyone keeping to themselves as they headed where they needed to go. “Wanna stop for a coffee?” Yelena asked.

“You know what, yea, I could always use a little pick-me-up.”

You dipped into a local coffee shop - small, but inviting, with lush green plants all over the place, friendly baristas behind the counters, and a million and one different options for caffeination. After Yelena picked a straight, black coffee, and you a caramel macchiato with extra caramel, you made your way back onto the streets, which had become a little more crowded. “Don’t worry,” Yelena said, noticing the look on your face. “If anyone bumps into you, I’ll kill them.”

You snorted and pressed your head to her shoulder. “Thanks, Lena.”

As you approached the office, your heart began thudding in your chest. “God, I’m so nervous,” you breathed. 

“I get it, but she’s here to help. Plus, I think I heard Val say that she has experience working with superheroes.”

“Really?”

“Yea, apparently after Tony Stark saved the city in 2012 he began having panic attacks. She helped him.”

That made you feel a little better. 

Yelena took a seat on a plush green couch when you went to check in. Within minutes, your name was called. “Want me to come in?” Yelena asked. “Or wait out here?”

The thought of crying in front of Yelena wasn’t appealing, at least not yet. You’d barely gotten comfortable crying in your boyfriend’s arms. “If you don’t mind waiting out here, that’d be good.”

Smiling softly, Yelena sunk back into the couch and took out her phone. “I’ll be here.”

—-

Nearly an hour later, you came out of your session feeling heavy with emotion, but slightly lighter than you had before you went in. You spoke to her about your feelings of uselessness, even though you were an integral part of a superhero team. You told her about your general feelings of despair over the state of the world and your small place in it. You confided in her that sometimes it felt like a punch to the gut to wake up in the morning and that you’d rather the powers-that-be take you in your sleep. You told her absolutely everything. She mainly listened this time around, promising that you’d dig your teeth into every feeling in the coming sessions. “How’d it go?” Yelena asked. 

“It went…well, I think. I cried a lot, but I got a lot out, so I think I’m feeling okay? Just kinda tired.”

Yelena snaked her arm in yours and took the last sip of her coffee, throwing it out in a nearby trash can. “Well then, why don’t we get you back to Bob. Maybe he can help with that,” she said, playfully ribbing you.

“Not like that,” you laughed. “He just listens.”

Yelena looked at you disbelievingly. 

“Okay, maybe sometimes he helps like that.” You blushed.

—-

Once you were back at the Watchtower, your limbs became heavier, the weight of your therapy session truly hitting you. The elevator doors opened and the first thing you saw was Bob. Without a word, Yelena relinquished her hold on you and let you fall into Bob’s arms. “How was it?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“A lot,” you replied. “Good, but…a lot.”

Bob reached down and grabbed your hand, leading you to your bedroom as he continued. “You like her?”

“The therapist? Yea, she’s nice. And I can tell she knows what she’s doing, so I feel confident going back to her.”

Pushing the door open, Bob pulled you inside and gathered you into his arms on the bed. “What do you want to do now?” He asked without pretense. “I finished the dishes and your laundry.

You swayed in his grasp as you slipped your hand up the back of his shirt, reveling in the warmth radiating from him. “Can you just hold me? Therapy was a lot.”

“Absolutely,” he said. Lying down, he pulled you to his side and rested your head on his chest. “I’m here for you however you need.”

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calvin evans ⤿ lessons in chemistry ( 1x01 )

i have nothing appropriate to say

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Please excuse me while I go cry because this was precious and the fact that it doesn’t have 10,000 notes is a crime! This was so well written, you could feel the raw, gut punch of emotions and I just loved it. I love Bob, I love how you wrote him, I loved all of this.

Tell Me I'm Not Second Best

Pairing: Non-enhanced Bob x Reader

Summary: After losing your husband, Henry, your first love, due to unforeseen circumstances, you start dating Bob. It’s only been eight months, but you’ve fallen fast and so has he. One night, while packing for a trip, you say your late husband’s name, which triggers Bob.

Author’s Note: I feel like Bob is always in need of some degree of reassurance.

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, relationship trauma, unprotected p in v, sad, grief-laden sex.

Word Count: 2334

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When you walk into the bedroom, you see Bob hunched over the suitcase, examining its contents to ensure you have everything for your short stay house-sitting for your parents. “Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yea,” he says, proudly showing you what he’s packed. “I think I’ve got everything, but you might want to make sure.”

As you pad over to the side of the bed, you can already tell that he’s forgotten something. “Socks. You need socks.”

“That’s right, I think most of mine are in the laundry. I’ll go get them.” 

When he comes back, you’re checking things for what feels like the fiftieth time to make sure you don’t forget anything. “You want me to bring that cucumber body wash you like?” he asks as he comes back down the hallway to your bedroom. 

“My mom has some, Henry,” you reply. “So no worries.”

Turning to face him, you can see that something is wrong, his face drawn in surprise and then it clicks. “Oh my god, I just called you Henry, didn’t I?”

Bob tried to mask his feelings, but the hurt was written all over his face. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” you said again. 

“It’s okay, sometimes the wrong name just spills out. I know that,” he says, turning toward the staircase. “I’m just gonna go downstairs and take care of the carry-ons, because we have to get going within the hour.” 

You reached out to get him to stop. Repeating over and over again how sorry you were.

“It’s fine, d-don’t worry about it,” Bob said curtly. When your hand touched his shoulder, he shook it off. It’s fine!” The room fell silent and thick with uncertainty.

When he turned to face you, he saw the tears in your eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, frustrated with himself. “I shouldn’t have snapped.”

Your lips quivered and a tear ran down your cheek. “I’m really sorry,” you breathed.

Bob shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Why I’m all touchy. I think it’s just the stress of packing and making sure everything goes according to plan, but that doesn’t excuse me snapping. I’m sorry.”

Just days ago, you’d visited his grave alone. “He’s on your mind. I understand. It’s my own issues. Not anything to do with you.”

You reached out and grabbed his forearm. “You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know,” he responded, lips quivering with the restraint of holding everything inside. “I just…Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“I just don’t want you to get upset, when I ask it.” Bob glanced down at his twiddling thumbs, a nervous tick he’d had ever since he was a kid. You rubbed small circles into the flesh of his forearm, encouraging him to say what was on his mind. He steadied himself, swallowing hard. “Do you…do you love me…the same way you love him?” His voice tapered off, ashamed that he allowed himself to voice his concerns. “I won’t call him your ex. He’s not. And that’s a disservice to him, but-”

Bob took a deep steadying breath in through his nose. “I didn’t want to ask. Because it’s an unfair question. I’m just tired and being stupid.” 

Immediately, you reassured him. “You’re not being stupid. I want you to get it out. To talk to me. Trust me.”

A tear fell from his eye and onto the collar of his gray t-shirt. “I just feel insecure sometimes, you know? I know it’s not fair to you. I just see how you talk about him and I know you’re still going through the grieving process. I know you loved him so much.” He wiped at his nose and continued. “S-so much. And I don’t wanna take that away from you. But I see it sometimes and it just makes me feel less than. It’s such a selfish thing to think, I know, but-”

“It’s not selfish, baby.”

The pitch of his voice rises as the floodgates let loose, tears streaming down his face. “I know it comes from my own relationship trauma and not feeling good enough and it’s so unfair to put that on you, but I can’t help it sometimes.” He bit his bottom lip to stop the quivering. “I just keep thinking that if that drunk driver hadn’t been drunk that night that you’d still be together.”

He began crying so hard his nose began to run. Covering his face in shame, he said, “You’re everything to me. You’re my world, and I’m so afraid that I can’t do what he could. That I can’t make you feel how he felt. And it kills me inside.” He sniffed hard, attempting to stop the tide of emotions that threatened to overtake him. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to get upset.” His voice shook with unbridled sadness. “I feel like I can’t compete with him.”

“You don’t need to,” you cried, tears falling to the floor.

Nodding, Bob said. “I know logically that I don’t, but my brain…my stupid brain.”

He crouched down to the floor with his head in his hands. “You have this perfect memory of him and I feel like I’m never gonna measure up. Because he was your soulmate, and I’m just the guy that fills the gaps.”

You fell to your knees beside him and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “You do not fill the gaps. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you having helped me through it. You’re everything to me, Bob.”

He couldn’t maintain your gaze. “I hear how everyone talks about him. I understand it, but sometimes I feel like your friends and family look at me like I’m an imposter trying to take his place. Like I did something wrong. Just because I love you.” He let out another steady breath.

Crawling closer to him, you spoke, “You did nothing wrong. And no one thinks that, I promise.” You swept a strand of messy brown hair out of his eyes. “Henry and I were best friends, and if you believe in soulmates, maybe we were that too, but we had our problems. Our relationship wasn’t perfect.”

Bob sniffled. “I know. I just feel like I don’t want to say anything negative or let you know how I feel because it would be minimizing your grief and I don’t want to do that. I don’t know what to do. Sometimes,” he said, a sob catching in his throat, “I feel like I just want to be held and reassured that you feel the way you do, but I feel like that’s taking away from you keeping his memory alive and that’s what’s important. So I pretend like it’s fine when it’s not. I’m really hurting lately.”

As his head fell against your shoulder, he cried, “I need you to reassure me that I’m not second best. That I’m not a placeholder. That you love me the same way you love him.”

Swallowing against the lump in your throat, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up with you. You cradled him in your arms and let him sob for moment, but now that he’d let his feelings be known, he couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, clutching your shoulder, his head nuzzled into the side of your neck. “I’m just being pathetic and dumping all of this on you. I’m gonna clean myself up and we can just forget-”

“No,” you insisted. “Will you sit down with me? I need you to listen to me.”

Nodding, he followed you to the couch. “I won’t lie to you. It still hurts on occasion. He was a big part of my life, but now you are. I don’t want you to be like him, I want you to be you. Because I love you, for all that you are, here and now.”

Bob’s eyes found yours. “I know. I think I just put him on a pedestal - compared myself.”

“I understand,” you said softly, grabbing his hand in yours. “But I need you to understand that I love you. Not because you’re him, but because you’re you. You’re my Bob. The man who helped me grieve. The man who held me while I cried. The man who brought me groceries when I physically couldn’t get out of bed to take care of myself. I love you.”

Bob collapsed against your shoulder in relief. “I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you so much. I’m sorry for dropping everything on you all of a sudden.”

“It’s okay.”

As the tears subsided, he talked himself through his feelings. “I know love isn’t this ethereal thing that just happens. You make it work. And we’ve worked at it together. My brain just doesn’t want to cooperate sometimes. Thank you for reminding me.” The last of his tears cascaded down his cheeks. “If it’s not too much trouble, can you keep reminding me?” He asked earnestly.

“Every day,” you said softly, bringing your tear-stained lips to his.

He sighed into your mouth as you kissed him. Chuckling softly, he grasped your chin in his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t kiss me right now, I’m a mess. My face is gross.”

“I don’t care,” you said, peppering his face with kiss after kiss.

Bob reached out to the table near the couch. “Can you hand me that box of tissues?” He blew his nose and placed the tissue on the wooden surface. “Thank you again for letting me get it out. I think I need to make more appointments with my therapist.”

“That’s okay,” you replied, a sad smile ghosting your lips. “We’ll work on it together. And you’ll work on it with her.”

Scooting yourself closer to him, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him like he was home. Slowly, languidly, you showed him just how much you loved him. When you climbed into his lap, he stopped you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I love you,” you sighed into his mouth.

Bob swallowed. “You don’t have to prove anything. Not like this. That’s not what I was after.”

You slid your hand around the back of his neck. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

As your mouth found his again, he moaned, hands flying to your sides in an attempt to anchor himself. His fingertips brushed the skin at the small of your back and you arched into him before reaching down to the hem of his pants. “This okay?” You asked.

“Yea,” he sighed. “ I just want to make sure this isn’t because you feel like you need to, or that it’s out of pity. I know that sounds stupid.”

You assured him that wasn’t the case. “Just wanna be close, quiet, with you.”

Your hand palmed over his cock as you bent down to kiss his shoulder, his collarbone, the side of his neck. “I love you,” you said, your breath hitting the shell of his ear and making his breath hitch. You sucked at the pulse point just below his ear that drove him crazy.

“Make the hickeys obvious,” he laughed softly. “So people know that I’m yours.”

“You are mine. Forever.”

Bob sniffled. “You’re gonna make me cry again.”

Resting your head against his, you reveled in each other’s breath, just allowing yourselves to be in the moment. As your hand rested above his heart, you felt it slow and steady into normalcy before grinding your hips against his, lazily pulling your core over his clothed erection. With clumsy hands, you pulled his zipper down and released him from his boxers and jeans. “Mine,” you breathed. 

Kissing him, you maneuvered his cock to your entrance, slowly pulling it back and forth across the wetness that gathered there. As he slipped inside you, you both groaned, hands flying to each other’s bodies, needing the feel of each other. Bob mumbled “I love yous” against your skin as you began moving up and down on his cock, slowly at first but then with increasing vigor. “I love you, baby,” you whined.

You felt a tear slip onto your chest. 

“You crying?”

“Happy tears this time,” Bob replied. “I promise.”

The room quickly filled with hitched breaths and strangled groans. His hands flattened against your spine, pulling you in close so you were skin to skin. “Fffuck, baby,” he sighed. “Need you.”

“You have me,” you said as you swallowed his moan. 

His hand found the dip between your shoulder blades, where he traced slow circles while his mouth found your chest. “Are you close?” He asked.

“Almost, baby, just hold out a little longer.”

You picked up the pace, wanting to feel him come with you, needing that connection. “I never want you to forget how much I love you.” 

Bob groaned, his lips sliding over your skin. “I won’t forget again. I promise.”

The coil in your stomach tightened and you could see in his eyes that he was right there, at the precipice, just waiting for you. “Come with me, baby,” he said, his voice muffled by your neck. “Come with me.”

As you fell over the edge, you both cried out, grasping onto each other as if your lives depended on it. You slowed your pace, milking him dry as his lips found yours. Unable to hold yourselves up any longer, you collapsed back into the couch. “Thank you,” he said, kissing the underside of your chin. 

For a moment, you laid there in each other’s arms, heavy breaths subsiding into steady ones. “D-Do you think next time you go to visit his grave, I could come with you?” 

You nodded, removing yourself from him and coming to rest at his side. 

“I feel like it’s something I’ve been putting off, but I don’t want to anymore. He’s a part of you and a part of us.”

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i dont lose interest in favorite characters they just get added to my extra inventory slots

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clap if you think i should only write for bob(s) until the fixation has passed

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Do you ever look at someone so pretty it hurts?