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hardbeingcasual · 1 month ago

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❛ if we ignore it, we can be fine❜

how i missed you bob reynolds fem reader

♪ hurting kind, del water gap

marvel masterlist / masterlist / part one

summary. part two of hurting kind

warnings. sort of angsty but this one ends with fluff. addiction/drugs. mentions of abuse (bob’s dad) timeline probably isnt accurate but it is fanfiction!

Finding you was hard, to say the least. The only information they had about you was… well, your face. But even then they didn’t have a photo of your face, they only saw it from Bob’s memory in the Void. They didn’t have any information about you—where you were resident. Bob didn’t tell them anything. He avoided the topic about the Void whenever it was brought up. When the group tried to get answers about you out of him, he didn’t seem to want to tell them, almost like he was embarrassed. Embarrassed that his team only saw him as someone who had a drug addiction, because he was more than that.

So the Thunderbolts? New Avengers? Avengerz? They weren’t sure how to find you. All they knew is that you and Bob had some sort of connection, they saw that all too well in the Void. They saw you cared for him deeply in Bob’s memory, they saw how you took care of him. How you silently begged for him to be okay.

Bob was distant with the group, he thought he was no use with them. So they decided he needed company, that he needed you back into his life.

So they started their search.

They named it ‘PLAN BOB: GET BACK MYSTERY WOMAN.’

They were going to try to look through Valentina’s documents in her office, maybe to see if she magically happened to have any information about you, or a lead to find you. But, before they could get the chance to do that, Bob leaves his room, eyeing the rest of the Team. “What’re you guys doing?” He questions, eyeing them suspiciously as he plays with the hems of his sleeves.

The team blabber out different lies.

“We were getting food.” Said Bucky, nonchalantly.

“Robbing a bank.” John Walker muttered, sarcastically.

“Washing the dishes?” Yelena stammered.

And out of all the voices, Alexei was the one everyone heard the most. “We were going to find your girlfriend!” He shouted enthusiastically, making the rest of the team let out groans and face palm.

“Way to go, Alexei.” Ava muttered.

Bob’s eyes widen at Alexei’s words, he stammers, “Uh, what girlfriend?” He scratches his neck awkwardly as he gets stared down by the whole team. Feeling intimidated by all of their intense gazes.

Most of the team scoff at his cluelessness, “Come on, Man, the girl from the Void.” John Walker says matter-of-factly.

“Oh, right. Well you could’ve asked.” Bob shrugs casually before walking back down the hall and into his room.

Yelena shares a look with Alexei before she chirps in, “Bob, I have so many questions! Come back here!” The rest of the team stare at her retreating figure before they quickly follow after her, questions on the tip of their tongues.

After a whole debrief with the Thunderbolts (Avengers? They still weren’t sure what to call themselves…) They moved on with the plan, but this time with Bob included. Which made it easier, he knew where you lived, and he obviously knew your face. Bob wasn’t so sure of the plan, he did leave you without telling you, him only leaving a note. He wasn’t sure if you’d take his return so easy, if you’d ever want to see his face again.

Yelena places a hand on his shoulder to assure his worries, as if she knew what was going on inside his head, “Don’t worry, Bob, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Bob looks down to his hands as he is still unsure. He plays with his hands as he mutters. “I hope you’re right.”

He still couldn’t help but worry in his head over it though. What if he showed up to your door and you wanted nothing to do with him, what if you slammed the door in his face. Is there still a tucked away under your doormat for him specifically? Or did you add the key to your keychain and move on? After all, it has been months. Months have gone by since he left that note on your fridge and left without a trace of where he was going. But he knows you — You are the one who helped him in high school. When he was struggling with classes, when he struggled with his family life, you took him in. Your parents didn’t seem to care about him overstepping too.

When he started getting addicted to drugs. Addicted to the high, so he couldn’t feel things anymore. So he didn’t feel the sharp pain on his cheeks after he said something his father didn’t like. But he did feel things. He felt a lot of things for you.

Things he could never understand because his mind is always racing all the time, things he can’t tell you because he doesn’t even understand them himself.

He first started to know of these feelings when you both had no prom date, so you decided to go together. That day, a song you loved started playing and he swore he never saw your face brighten like that before. When you asked him to dance and he gave in and said yes because he wanted nothing more to make you happy, even when he was struggling with his own things, you were the light in his dark dark world.

He became more conscious of his feelings when you moved out of your parents’ home and got your own apartment, which led to it being your shared apartment. Whenever he saw the photos of you both dotted together all over the apartment he swore his stomach did flips. His face was all over your apartment like you were a couple.

He was going to tell you, he wanted to but the fear of rejection and losing you was what stopped him from doing so, and so did the drugs, they started to take over his mind and soul. He didn’t recognise who he was anymore, he felt like he was just floating behind his body like a ghost. He wanted to get better, so he did, and he left. He left you.

You, the one who helped him through everything.

He wishes he could thank you for that, and he will. He will show his thankfulness to you sooner or later. and he will open up his heart to you again, and let you into his heart, like he has been yearning to do for so many years.

He just hopes you will let him into your heart and back into your life again.

✱

You pace your living room, Bob’s note from months ago on your coffee table, the paper more rustled now due to you reading it so many times. The news was currently paused in the background as you continued to pace your floors, Bob, your Bob, the one that left you to ‘get better’ months ago was on the news with a new group of people, ones who called themselves ‘The New Avengers’ You stopped pacing to stare at it again, at him. You couldn’t believe it, was he better? Did he leave you to join this ‘new avengers’?

You bring your hand to your temple, rubbing at it as if it could clear the headache that was now forming. Your overthinking and restless thoughts was the reason why the pain was creeping in your head.

Seriously though, did you do something wrong? Bob, the one whose hand you held while he was battling withdrawals— the one you cared for, gave him a home… did he not care? He seemingly looked better on the news than he did just those months ago.

Your attention goes from the tv to your door, a knock echoing through the walls of your apartment. You raise an eyebrow at that, who could possibly be here right now? You cautiously walk up to your door, your hand hesitating over the doorknob before opening it slowly.

You are met with the mNew Avengers’ that we’re currently on your paused tv, you look at them dumbfounded before looking at your tv again then back at them with your eyebrows raised.

Yelena peeps her head in your door to get a look at your tv, she chuckles softly, “Yep, that’s us up there.” You still don’t say anything as you are still so dumbfounded so you move aside and let them in your apartment awkwardly.

You quickly go over to turn the tv off, as if almost embarrassed. Like you’ve been caught red handed.

The team all look around your place, noticing the photos planted on the wall, some of your family (they guessed) and some of Bob… well a lot of Bob. They could obviously tell you both were extremely close.

Yelena clears her throat to catch your attention, “Nice place,” She compliments.

You smile a little at that, “Thank you,” You manage to muster up as you eye the group. You noticed a certain someone who has been on your mind for months is not there with them, you frown a little at that, to which they notice, but don’t mention it.

“Okay, we’re gonna cut to the chase,” John Walker starts, gaining everyone's attention. “You know Bob, like very well… clearly,” He looks around you and Bob’s shared apartment, noticing the photos of you both around it. His gaze dropped on one of you both at prom specifically. “We are here for Bob, to try and convince you to come and see him.”

Your eyebrow raises at that, you finally decide to use your voice for once, “Couldn’t he do that himself?” You question, your tone filled with confusion. Surely Bob could come over to Florida and talk to you himself? He promised he would come back.

The group shares a grimace to which you notice, “Yeah about that… Bob isn’t exactly allowed to leave the watchtower…” Bucky Barnes informs you, you stared at him with that confused look you've had on your face since everyone showed up.

“What?”

“Long story!” Alexei shouts happily, “let’s get you to him!”

Yelena face palms at her Father’s loud outburst. “Please ignore him, he’s always like that. Look, I know you’re confused and we will explain that to you, but a very inpatient Bob is waiting back in New York anxiously.”

“Wait, New York? That’s a lot of travelling.” You panic slightly, the Team almost laughs at your stress, now they know why you and Bob are so close.

“We have a quick way to get there, don’t worry.” Yelena assures you which makes you look at her questionably before you look out your living room window. You notice some jet thing blocking the room which makes your eyebrows raisen once again for what felt like the 100th time today, “The neighbours aren’t going to be happy about that,” You sigh at the sight.

Bucky gains your attention, “Then we better get going then.” The New Avengers(?) don’t leave room for an argument before they exit your apartment, except Yelena, she stays behind for a moment.

“Take your time,” She pats your shoulder softly, before heading out your door. You stare at her retreating figure.

You walk over to your fridge, noticing a photograph, a favourite one of yours, you pocket the photo before walking out the door like everyone else did moments prior. You see them waiting in the hall almost like they were happy you chose to go after them. You nod at them, and they show you the way to their badly parked jet.

✱

Bob paces the floors in the watchtower, his nerves skyrocketing ever since he received a message from the team telling him they were coming back with you with them. He was worried about what you would say, would you get angry at him, would you be angry to see him?

His thoughts were racing as he thought of all the outcomes, maybe you hated him for leaving, hated him for what he put you through.

His deep thoughts are interrupted as he hears a ding from the elevator, his heart starts racing and he swore it skipped a beat when he saw your lost expression take in the exterior in the watchtower before your eyes finally land on him.

Your eyes are widening as you take in his appearance. He looked so much different, he looked better. He didn’t look pale like usual and there was a glow to him that you couldn’t name. The rest of the ThunderboltsAvengersWhatevertheycalledthemselves left to their rooms to give you both a moment alone.

If you were being honest their company wasn’t that bad, on the jet there they spoke away to you to ease your worries, and it did help. You now realise that Alexei can't stop talking once he starts.

You and Bob met halfway, unsure of what to say first, “I missed you.” There was a pause, then a sigh of relief from Bob, those three words eased his mind yet he still didn’t know what to say.

You started to panic at his silence, “I get why you left I mean you were struggling and you needed time to yourself and time from me and I get that—” You didn’t notice he got closer to you until his lips were suddenly on yours — the urgency took your breath away but you quickly gained your composure as you kissed him back, gently placing your hands on neck. Your knees almost gave out as you both leaned back to gain your breath. You leaned your forehead against his as his voice came out raspy, “I’ve been wanting to do that since prom all those years ago.”

You looked at him with so much light in your eyes, before grabbing something out of your pocket — the photo you took from your fridge back from your apartment a few hours ago. You show him it — the photo portraying you and Bob at the photobooth at your prom where you were both struggling with school, but still showed up nonetheless just to have fun. And you were happy, because you were together.

“Me too,” You confess with a shy smile, Bob gets taken aback by that, this whole time he thought it was one sided, but it was the complete opposite because you wanted him as much as he has wanted you. He leaves no more room for words before taking you in his embrace, his arms wrapping around your form as tears glisten in his eyes.

You weren’t mad at him for leaving, not at all, you saw all his battles. When you look at him you see someone who he used to be, someone who has been through so much in his life. You see someone who has been hurt by others, you see the person you have grown to love for years now.

“I’m glad you’re doing better.” You say truthfully, the words coming out muffled against his clothes.

You meant every word, you were proud of how well he has done since you last saw him.

published. 15/6/25 1:25am GMT

notes. i apologise if this was underwhelming, i really tried to write this but i was struggling on what to do with it

tags. @treachdoc @em1989ts @merryd0e

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hardbeingcasual · 1 month ago

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CLOSER TO YOU , steve harrington x fem!reader

♪ closer to you , clairo

WHERE steve is left all messed up after his encounter with the demo-bats, and you feel inclined to help

warnings / wound cleaning fic , mentions of blood , mentions of open wounds

The situation wasn’t ideal, like at all.

You were pretty certain there would be water in your ears for weeks, along with the fact that you had a permanent headache from the events of the past few days that had hit you and your friends (or strange conglomerate of people) like a truck going ninety miles per hour.

Your entire body ached from the fight you had put up, although you supposed you came out on top compared to some of the others. You would only be left with some pain and a few bruises if you were lucky.

Steve, on the other hand, would have to deal with some fucked up scarring from those freakish demo-bat-thingys that had sank their teeth into him like he was fresh meat, not forgetting the ring around his neck from almost being strangled by their slimy little tails.

He looked like shit, by the way. I mean, they all did, but man did they put that boy through the ringer back there. Today was not his day.

When was it ever?

After Dustin's master plan on retrieving the five older members of the group from the upside down through the gate in eddie's trailer, you had made your way across the street to maxs’, where the upside down hadn’t yet claimed it as its own.

You had never actually been here before, but considering the smaller nature of the place you figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to navigate the bathroom. You really needed to wash your face.

And maybe you just wanted a moment alone after spending what felt like years surrounded by people all while running on very little sleep. Your head felt so loud.

The group clambered into the Mayfield residence and you took the opportunity amongst the chaos to slip away, hoping nobody cared enough to notice and follow.

Ofcourse, luck hadn’t really been on anyone's side recently, nevermind yours.

You reached the bathroom, allowing yourself to exhale fully. You were hesitant to look in the mirror, fearing the mess that would be staring daggers back at you.

You knew the eyebags that had formed would not be going away anytime soon.

You tugged the sweater you were wearing off your head, the sweater that had become notably heavier thanks to all of the water, dirt and whatever sludge it was that plagued the upside down. There was probably mold growing in it as we speak.

You liked that sweater, too.

You were left in the tee you wore underneath. It was less dirty, but had definitely seen better days.

The tap squeaked as it turned and you had never been happier to feel water so cold in your life. It prickled at your skin perfectly. It was clean, and it didn’t lead to a gateway to Hawkins' own personal hell! It’s the little things.

You were about to splash your face when the door to the bathroom was knocked on gently behind you.

“I’m in here.” You said, blunt, but not mean. You just sounded tired, it almost burned to speak.

“It’s only me. uh, you— you okay?” Your eyes rolled so far back you were scared they’d get stuck that way. Steve.

“I’m fine. You can go.”

The lack of fading footsteps told her he had not in fact gone. He was standing out there like a dog waiting for its owner to come home from work.

If you knew anything about Steve Harrington, it’s that he was one persistent son of a bitch.

He wouldn’t have forced himself in by any means, but he would have waited out there until you were ready to come out.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and finally opening the door. One look at him and you immediately felt stupid for ever feeling bad for yourself when Steve looked like he had sped through all nine circles of hell on hard mode.

And still, his big stupid eyes lit up like a child on christmas when the door creaked open.

He shuffled in, the bathroom becoming slightly cramped. Nothing they hadn’t done before.

“Ya sure you’re okay?” He asked, his larger frame looking down at the disheveled girl in front of him. You had to hold back a laugh at the question.

How could he ask that when he looked the way he did? How could he care so much?

“Me? Steve, you are literally missing chunks of flesh. I've got a few bruises.” You replied, your eyes trailing down to his stomach which was tightly wrapped with a piece of nancys dirty, torn up shirt. At least it was something.

He laughed, a hand flying up to his face like he was embarrassed of something.

“They really messed me up, huh? pretty sure I have a permanent necklace now.” He joked, referring to the red rings around his neck from the tail of the creatures who had done this to him.

“Kinda kinky, though.” you smirked, backing up and taking a seat on the lid of the toilet.

Steve grimaced, throwing you a look. “Gross.”

There was no malice behind it.

“I’ll be fine. I’m tough as nails.” He said, winking stupidly before taking a glance in the mirror, his eyes faltering when he saw how disgusting he looked.

“Oh I don't doubt it, Harrington. All those fights lost over the years are bound to have toughened you up.”

“Hey! I won a fight against evil Russians last year. I'm not that bad.”

You smiled, looking down at your dirty, beat up knuckles like they had something to say.

Things were concerningly natural between the both of you. Maybe you were just growing up, but man, if this were anyone else you used to have a “weird-relationship-thing” (as steve called it) with you weren’t sure you’d be able to be in the same vicinity as them nevermind in a cramped bathroom joking around about how one of them had almost lost their life to fucked up bat creatures.

Maybe it was a trauma bond.

Yeah, it was definitely a trauma bond.

“Does it still hurt, y’know…” You waved you finger around, circling the makeshift bandages where the wounds were.

You immediately wanted to open the lid of the toilet you were perched on, stick your head in and flush. Stupid question.

“Oh— yeah, but it’s fine. Nancy tied it up real tight. The pressure is definitely doing something to help.”

You sat for a second, thinking before you dropped down to the ground from the toilet, shuffling over to the cupboard under the sink. Surely they had something you could use to help.

“Those bandages are gross. You’re gonna get infected or something.” You pulled out a first aid kit, blowing off the dust like she was a wizard about to open a spell book (you had been around dustin for far too long).

“Pretty sure I already have rabies, according to Robin.”

You scoffed, a smirk crawling its way across your lips as you sat back on the lid of the toilet. You motioned Steve towards you, opening the first aid kit as the boy took a few small steps forward. There wasn’t much of a gap to close.

This was far too comfortable, but he really did need to change that bandage for a real bandage or the healing process was going to be far nastier than it already would be. You were being charitable, duh.

“Can I?”

He nodded, peeling off the vest Eddie had lent him to cover up considering all of his clothes were now discarded on a rickety old boat in the middle of lover’s lake.

You took the grimey, tattered fabric in your hands and tore with all your might, revealing the nasty gashes and wounds Steve had been left with after his attack. You turned up your nose on instinct as Steve winced at the sudden lack of pressure and the way the fabric stuck to the open wounds. Blegh!

“Sorry.” You said softly, discarding the old bloody bandage on the shower floor.

You reached over to the sink, grabbing a cloth and dampening it with water.

You dragged Steve closer to you as you plopped yourself back down.

“This is definitely gonna sting, okay? I just need to clean it.” You warned him, gazing up. He was already looking down.

“I can take it.” He reassured.

You dabbed around the wounds gently, careful not to make direct contact and send him into shock or something.

Steve recoiled under the touch, trying not to move too much as the girl in front of him slowly cleaned the dried blood away.

“Sorry�� again.”

A breathy laugh escaped him. He was looking up now, straining his whole body at some attempt to relieve the pain. At least it was you. He wasn’t sure anyone else would be so gentle — not that he would let anyone else do this.

You eventually finished cleaning off what you could, meaning Steve could don some fresh bandages that were actually bandages, rather than a piece of Nancy Wheeler's dirty shirt that she had ever so kindly given up.

You reached around his waist, wrapping the bandage delicately, with such precision, making sure it would last and that it was tight enough to ease the pain, even slightly. Steve noticed how you bit the inside of your cheeks when you were focused on something.

Although, he had always noticed that.

You tied the new wrapping tight, pulling on it so hard that you heard Steve groan in pain ever so slightly.

“There. Good as new, Harrington.” You said, shoving the supplies back into the first aid kit and standing up. Steve stepped backwards, forgetting how close in proximity you were.

“Thanks. Saving my ass, as usual.” He said, looking down at the clean bandages that wrapped around him, completely satisfied. Even if he did get an infection and die a horrible death, at least he got something out of it.

You rolled her eyes at that, pushing your tangled mop of hair out of your face where a goofy grin unfortunately creeped up.

“Don’t sweat it. You can pay me back by killing vecna, or whatever we’re calling him now.”

“Pinky swear.” Steve held out his pinky to you, you took it of course. Your eyes rolled once again, a force of habit.

Steve had that effect on people…

You both lingered for a second, pinky in pinky, before letting go, you squeezed past the taller of the two of you to get to the door as Steve scrambled to get his vest again.

You walked out to a room of more your filthy, traumatised companions who were deep in conversation, conjuring up a plan of some kind.

Nobody really paid much attention to the two who walked out of the bathroom. It’s not like you had anything to hide. just a very strangely intimate wound cleaning session between two people who used to be sort of a thing. absolutely nothing.

It wasn't until Dustin looked up that it was finally acknowledged.

“Dude, did you change your bandages?” The teenager said, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“Yeah, man, don’t worry about it. just didn’t wanna get like, infected or something.” he replies, waving dustin off. The younger boy shrugged it off, having more important things to worry about, such as the monster-slash-boy who was terrorizing them and killing everyone in hawkins.

Steve made his way over to sit himself on the couch beside Eddie, melting into it like the spot was made for him. Everyone was exhausted.

You stayed leaning by the wall near Max. That was enough being pushed up against each other for one day.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #joe keery x reader #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #st #x reader

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hardbeingcasual · 1 month ago

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follow my bestest friend ever guys

ABOUT ME.

' what do the dead poets say about somebody like me? '

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ABOUT MY WRITING.

WILL NOT WRITE. smut / nsfw anything outside my comfort zone

REQUESTS ARE open!

DM ME, i don't bite and i like to talk

one shots + multi chapter

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hardbeingcasual · 1 month ago

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❛ if we learn our love is the hurting kind, i’ll let it devour me ❜

hurting kind bob fem reader

♪ hurting kind, del water gap

masterlist / marvel masterlist / part two

summary. You and Bob are best friends, you’re there for him no matter what. But he leaves.

warnings. drugs. addiction. slight mentions of throw up. ansgt but pt2 wont be alllll that :-) no dialogue (sorry i got carried away)

When you first found Bob out of his mind, you didn’t judge him. You didn’t belittle him for it. You knew about his family issues as you both grew up together. You were always his shoulder to cry on, as he was yours.

You were always there for him— when he was fighting his thoughts, or when he was battling his withdrawals you were there, with a cold towel patting his head as the beads of sweat form on his head, mixed with the tears that were pooling in his eyes before they fall onto his cheeks, coating his skin. And you would softly dry them away, while whispering sweet nothings to him.

You were there for it all.

High school to adulthood. You held his hand through everything. To when he first turned to Meth, to when he first tried to turn away from meth.

Most importantly when you were in highschool and you both didn’t have a prom date — so you went together. He went dress shopping with you, and you matched colours with his suit, because you were best friends.

Bob wasn’t so sure why you were still there by his side when he was battling his addiction — when he was fighting his withdrawals he’d utter some nasty stuff to you, and you’d take the words in, but didn’t let them get to you. You both sat in the bathroom, the towel in your hands now dropped to the floor due to your shock. Unshed tears now linger in your eyes as you stare into his eyes, noticing the lost look in them. You stood up and let him cool down, as you left the room. Bob sat there watching your retreating figure, deep down he felt guilty, but in that moment he had no control of what he was doing, it was the drugs in his system.

So when he saw you walk back into the room with tear stained cheeks and a glass of water for him, he knew you were too good for him. He knew he had to get better. For you.

So he left. To get his life together, so he can be better for you.

He left a note on the fridge of your home — the home you both basically shared, considering he was too unstable to live alone, you let him into your space. His toothbrush now next to yours, his shampoo bottles next to yours on the shelf in your now shared bathroom, a pillow that was once yours now smelling like him, the left side of your bed was now his side of the bed. You slept beside him at nights in case he was sick in his sleep, in case something was to happen at night. As he finally slept after a breakdown you wanted to reach out and hold the hand he had laying under his pillow. But you resisted.

When you got home from work your home seemed very still, something seemed off. It was never this silent, usually you heard the shuffling of feet, or the clanging of pots in the kitchen as Bob tried to make you a meal after your long day of work.

That's when you noticed it, the note on your fridge, the stickers dotted on it — the stickers you would jokingly give him as an award for him trying to stay sober. The paper used for the note ripped out of your notepad.

Next to the note was one of the post-it notes you left him in the morning — a daily ritual you did to keep him going, to motivate him to stay clean.

Your post-it note had a simple ‘You got this!’ with a drawn smiley face next to it. It was depressing looking at your note compared to Bob’s.

Bob’s note said, ‘I’m sorry, I’m trying to get better for you. I’m leaving for you. I will find you again, when I'm better.’ In his messy handwriting, no doubt his hands were shaking as he wrote it.

Your hands shook as you grabbed the note off the fridge, tears escaping out your eyes and down your cheeks, dripping onto the page and staining the paper.

Simple words but soul shattering for you. A million thoughts raced through your minds as you read the page over and over again.

The silence in your home was almost deafening — it didn’t even feel like home anymore, without him it wasn’t home. Bob’s presence that once lingered in the halls was now gone, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

TIME SKIP — THE VOID

The Void had entirely corrupted Bob. Taking over the city and his newfound friends he met in the Vault— the Vault that almost killed them, the one that almost took him from getting back to you.

You. You were here.

Well, it was a memory of you.

One where you were desperately trying to help him as he fought the drugs in his system. You and Bob were in your bathroom, you had a towel in your hand once again as you tried to clean the puke off of his face as you cling to him, silent pleas on the tip of your tongue. Bob was too high to even notice it then — But now? He saw it. He saw what you had to deal with when he couldn’t function, he saw the struggle, he saw your determination to make him better. And so did the rest of his newcomer’s. Yelena, Bucky, Alexei, Ava, John saw his memory of you. They saw you. They saw what you went through with him. They watched sorrowfully as they saw you beg him to stay with you, as you put his head under the cold shower to awaken him.

Bob stood awkwardly in the corner as he watched, his posture slackened as he watched with guilt. The guilt crawled up on him like the void did prior.

And he felt judged by the rest of the group. But it was completely the opposite, they weren’t judging him. They were pitying him. They can see how he desperately wanted to get back to you, the expression currently on his face gave him away, the yearning so evident in his eyes as he couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold in front of him.

The group silently agreed that they would help him get back to you.

published. 04:25 am gmt (😭)

notes. ive had this idea for awhile now, and now finally got to it. i'll try get to pt2 as soon as i can :-)

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hardbeingcasual · 2 months ago

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girl who is going to be okay

You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤

Letter on my site :)

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hardbeingcasual · 2 months ago

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❛ I’m no good at lying, I’m better at denying ❜

girl song bob reynolds fem reader

♪ girl song, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

marvel masterlist / masterlist

summary. you feel doubtful about yourself after getting injured, but luckily you have your fellow Avengers by your side. Especially Bob.

warnings. injuries , mentions of depression, but mainly fluff!!!!!!!!

You weren’t used to having people in your life. You never had a family that seemed to care about you. Until, you met the rest of them — the Thunderbolts, or now the Avengers. You weren’t too sure on the label yet. But even though they were in your life you still weren’t used to it, the company. Sometimes it was too much. You weren’t used to the attention on you from your teammates and the rest of the world, the articles with your face planted on them.

They were family to you, but you were distant most days. You shut them out when you didn’t mean to. On days you didn’t have to save people, you’d lock yourself in your room until you were needed.

You’d barely leave your room on the days you were free, you still weren’t used to the company and it would take a while before you were.

Until, Bob decided to find comfort in you, which led to you finding comfort in him. And it became a routine.

But even then, you were still anxious about what people thought of you. So when you hurt yourself on a mission and saw it flash through your head, the paranoid — your injury all over headlines and newspapers, people making fun of you — you were embarrassed. Embarrassed of what people would think of you. So you stayed offline, stayed away from everyone. You wanted to isolate yourself from the world until your wounds got better.

It all just happened, one minute you’re with your team, cracking jokes like usual, thinking the mission was complete, that everyone was safe — but that wasn’t the case. Someone who happened to be in your blind spot pulled a gun on you, and before you and anyone else could act, you were on the ground, a gunshot wound evident on your body, the blood seeping through your new suit — the suit Valentina oh so kindly upgraded recently.

Now, you’re laying in your bed in your room staring at the roof as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, not bothering to even get out of your bed to let your teammates know you were okay. After your wound was cleaned and stitched you immediately rushed well, as fast as you could with an injury to your room without a word to your teammates, not noticing the lingering gaze of a certain teammate, the one who is never on team missions with you guys, the one who didn’t witness what happened to you.

Bob.

Out of everyone in your little ‘team’ you and Bob were the closest. Always somehow finding solace in each other even during your bad days. When he was fighting his void of darkness or his own thoughts — When you were fighting the darkness in your mind.

You both had each other.

When you came back to the headquarters all bloodied from your mission with the rest of the team, he immediately started to panic, his closest friend, who he slowly started to care for more in a different sense, was bleeding out infront of his eyes. He chewed down on his fingernails as he stood outside the medbay, watching as you twist and turn in pain from the stitches you were receiving.

Yelena walks out the medbay, standing next to him, taking in his stance and worried appearance, her eyes softened.

“Is she going to be okay?” He said in an undertone, his voice wavering as he looked at Yelena’s

“She’s brave, she will be.” She pats his shoulder as Bob nods unsurely, they both felt a gust of wind past, the wind being you — Clutching your side as you walked out the medbay and to your room, they guessed. Yelena lets out a ‘hmph.’

“Told you.” She sighed, knowing you were listening to Bucky’s words. “You need to rest, no missions for a month until you're healed.” He simply said, not leaving any room for an argument.

Bob’s eyes follow your retreating figure like a lost puppy, Yelena nudges his side, making him look at her with a lost expression. “Go after her.” She told him as she nudged her head to where you were, Bob nodded quickly, following your figure slowly.

When he got to your door it was closed, he guessed it would be, he decides if he should knock on your door or not and leave you alone, but the last thing he wanted was you to battle your thoughts on your own, so after a few moments he brought his fist up on the door and knocked.

A small, ‘come in!’ was heard, inviting him in. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard your words, thankful you didn’t ignore his knocks.

He opens the door, your eyes that were once on the ceiling now on his figure, your eyes raising a bit before you fix your composure. You sit up slightly, careful not to hurt yourself even more.

“Hey,” He greets softly, walking over to you and sitting on the end of your bed.

You let out a little smile at his greeting, “Hey,” You blew a bit of hair out your face, but failed miserably to get it out your eyes. Bob wanted to tuck it behind your ears himself, but fought against it.

“Are you okay?” You question, usually when he comes to your room he seeks comfort — obviously you’re more than glad he’s comfortable enough to come to you, gladly accepting his company, as you needed a friend, too.

He laughs a little at your words, “You’re injured and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He asked, bewildered.

You laugh with him, the events of today no longer piling on your mind as Bob distracts you from the chaos.

You look down at your dirtied and bloodied suit, grimacing at it considering you were laying on your bed with the dirty outfit on. Bob notices your expression, standing up immediately, as if it was his que to leave. “I’ll let you get changed.” He states, as rubs his neck nervously.

“No!” You shout out almost too quickly you feel the heat crawl up your neck in embarrassment, “I mean you can stay here while I get changed in the bathroom. I don’t want to be alone right now.” You admit as you swallow the lump in your throat.

Bob nods, a smile on his face as he makes himself comfy on your bed again. You both share a smile as you pass him, making your way to your dresser to find an outfit with sweatpants and some t-shirt you found. You dismiss him, limping into your bathroom as you let out a soft “I’ll be back.”

As you were in the bathroom struggling to get an outfit on without hurting your wound, Bob looked around your room, admiring it.

It was so — you.

There was a shelf with a cd player and a bunch of cds stacked next to it. Your walls were covered in things you loved, a book on your bedside table that he recommended you. And then — there were a bunch of photos on one wall, he walked up to it, not ever noticing it any other time he was in your room. His eyes slightly widened as he noticed a photo of both of you. It was a photo of you and Bob in the kitchen that Bucky had taken of you both when you attempted to make a cake for Yelena’s birthday. You were feeling down that day so Bob decided you both should make Yelena a cake to help uplift your spirits. Flour was everywhere. In your hair, all over your clothes and face as Bob stood next to you with a grin on his face, as he held a handful of flour — being the reason you were covered in it.

Bucky walked into the kitchen absolutely ravenous for a sandwich, when he noticed the absolute state you and Bob were both in. He asked no questions as he smoothly pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of you both. You hear the clicking of his phone, looking at him with an astonished expression.

“Bucky?!” You gasp in betrayal as he has a slight grin on his face as he looks at the photo he took, before he could get away though, he now suddenly has a face full of flour. Bucky looks up from his flour covered phone to you, who was standing there next to a laughing Bob with a mischievous look on your face.

Bucky sighs, “You’re gonna pay for that.” Before you could reply back, you have another face full of flour.

Before you knew it you were having a fight with flour, somehow Yelena and Alexei joined too.

Ava heard the commotion from her bedroom, “What the hell is going on?” She asks as she walks in and notices the mess. You look at her dumbfounded as you and Bucky were head to toe in flour, Bob was still laughing in the corner, Yelena was eating the frosting that was meant for the cake you were making her and Alexei was scolding her. “Lena! This is for you, you can’t eat the icing yet!” To which she replies with a shrug.

Ava sighs, “Yeah, I’m not getting involved in this.” She walks back through the wall again, Alexei throws flour at the wall she had just walked through, shouting something about ‘FLOUR POWER’

You now stand next to Bob, in clean clothes, hand clutching your side to stabilise yourself. “That was one of my favourite days.” You make yourself present, Bob jumps as he never heard you leave the bathroom.

Bob chuckled nervously as he tried to slow down his heart from beating so fast — from you startling him or from how close you were to him, he didn’t know what.

“We wanted to make Yelena a birthday cake but she ended up wanting the icing more.” You laugh as you reminisce on that moment.

“It was a great day. Not great to clean up though.” You laugh at his words, the sound of your laughter is music to his ears.

You nod in agreement, “Yeah we got scolded by Valentina for days on end after that, but it was so worth it.” You trail off as you stare off, gazing lazily at the other photos displayed on your wall before you turn your gaze to Bob.

“I like hanging out with you, Bob.” You breathed out, the other words suddenly caught dead on your tongue as you got nervous.

His eyebrows raised as his cheeks flushed red, “I like hanging out with you, too.” He swallows the lump in his throat as he suddenly feels a boost of confidence. Both of your bodies are getting closer, Bob makes a surge, his lips connecting with yours. You’re stunned at that, he pulls back quickly, realising his actions his eyes widen as his face flushes.

“I am so sorry, you’re injured.” He rushes out, panicking at his actions.

“Bob—”

“I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”

“Bob,”

“I’m so sorry.” He goes to rush out your room, you quickly make a move, careful not to hurt your wound anymore.

You grab his arm, pulling him back to you, as you find his lips once again, this time you are kissing him back. Your hand finds its way into his hair as his hands find their way onto your waist, you let out a hiss of pain as he accidentally touches your wound

Bob pulls away from you once again, the panicked state he was once in returning once again, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” He asks, concern etched on his features.

You shake your head, as you move his hand above your wound, so he doesn't hurt it again, “Better.” You smile softly before you capture your lips with his again, the kiss was delicate and gentle, you didn’t want to part with him, but you were growing breathless and you were exhausted from the day you’ve had. You pull away softly, Bob’s eyes already on yours as his eyes trace every detail on your face. You move your hand from his hair to his face before dragging it down to his own hand.

“I’m going to sleep, you care to join me?” You separate yourself from him as you slowly make yourself comfortable in your bed, opening the comforter to him as an invitation, Bob nods quickly as he gets in beside you.

You both were used to sharing a bed sometimes, when the days got too tough on you both, you found solace with each other on those bad days, laying in either your bed or Bob’s bed as you spoke about god knows what. Either a book Bob was currently reading or a movie you watched the other day.

This time, you drifted to sleep, in Bob’s arms, him watching you sleep contently, finally finding peace in both you and his minds.

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notes. i LOVE bob so much, i rewatched thunderbolts* like last week and i think it made me love the film even more. anyways, i really didn’t know what do to for this specific song, but i hope i did it justice considering its my favourite <3

wrote this 4 tate :3

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