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I think since Abbot works nights he gets majority of the GenZ nurses so he starts picking up on some of the phrases (after they explain what they mean)

Example:

Abbot: *really mad* I’m about to crash out

*Robby genuinely thinking he’s going into cardiac arrest*

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when walker says something particularly dense bob stares off into an invisible camera cause he’s gotta make sure other people (thin air) are hearing this shit too

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i can assure you he did nothing wrong

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FLORENCE PUGH as YELENA BELOVA in THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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sunsets and silence

pairing . bob reynolds x reader

summary . you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

content warnings . so much fluff, a quick mention of combat fighting and death (no detail, literally one sentence), like two sentences of dialogue, no established romantic relationship, mutual pining, hand holding

word count . 958

a/n . writing for bob again cause i need this idea out of my mind its consuming me. also not proofread my bad bro

requests are open!

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an arrangement of pinks and oranges casted against pale blue, painting the new york skyline in a way bob still hasn’t quite gotten over. even past the greyish pollution, the colors of the sky were alluring. new york sunsets weren’t quite the same as the ones in florida - gorgeous and sharp as they reflect off of the rippled ocean shores - though the ones he’s admired since living here are strong competitors. he could stare at the colors for hours. orange is his favorite color.

the book bob had been reading merely 20 minutes ago was forgotten in his lap, bookmarked and closed the moment the natural light began to dim to daze out the large windows in front of him. he didn’t bother to turn the small lamp on beside him just yet. he still had a while until the sun fully set.

he was so content and immersed in such a simple activity he almost didn’t notice someone had joined him. still, bobs heart nearly jolted out of his chest when he realized the persons presence, peering over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. there was a downside to living with people who fight and kill and defend for a living. they were quiet, even if they didn’t mean to.

that especially applies to you. trained in stealth and combat, walking undetected was like second nature to you. unless you were intentionally sneaking around, you never quite realized just how silent you roamed around. no matter how many times you’ve accidentally scared the living daylights out of bob, it still sometimes startled the man.

the soft smile you give him makes up for the way his heartbeat was racing. you were always so kind to bob. sometimes it was simple gestures like including him in conversations with the team, other times it was giving him advice he accepted with open arms. you never pry anything out of the man, either. you always listened patiently when he had something to say, and you never made a big deal out of any of it. that’s why he liked opening up to you, there was no pressure on him.

“it’s pretty tonight,” you spoke softly, eyes drifting from the man to the slowly fading sunset in front of you. he let his gaze follow yours out to it, the sides of his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“isn’t it?” bob agreed, eyes shimmering as he scans the tops of the buildings. the sky was a slightly darker blue now, stars perching upon the pastels that were slowly inching their way down the horizon.

you slipped your way around the loveseat he was sat on, gently settling down in the empty space beside him. bob let himself do the same, his once stiff shoulders slouching as he leaned up against the comfortable cushions. he was quick to offer up the other end of his blanket, a small act that made the tips of your ears burn hotly. the heat of your skin only grew when you accepted the blanket, sliding over just enough for your arms to graze each other, thighs placed side by side. his touch always set your skin ablaze, no matter how little.

bob smelled nice. a soft woodsy vanilla scent always seemed to radiate off of him, mixing with something that was uniquely him. it was comforting to you, welcoming you in with open arms. so was his presence. during nights like these, calm and peaceful and quiet, you loved spending time with him. there was no expectation to speak. you could just sit and enjoy his company.

you hadn’t quite realized you’d zoned out until you felt bobs knuckles gently grazing against the back of your hand. it didn’t startle you, only stealing your attention away from your thoughts for a moment. his hand’s a little shaky, whether from nervousness or the brisk air in the tower you weren’t sure. either way, it shook a little as his fingers found their way to yours, entangling together in a gentle hold. this was new.

your skin tingled, goosebumps sprouting on your arm at the feeling of his hand in yours. heat spread through the rest of your ears and down your neck, breath hitching in a way bob might’ve been able to hear. you recoiled to yourself, expecting him to pull away, only to relax back down again when he stayed right where he was.

bob was just as flustered, you were just too caught up in your own little world to catch it. his heart was hammering inside of his chest again, his cheeks a rosy pink you usually loved to admire. it took the man a week to work himself up to such a small act of affection. he wrestled with himself in his mind for a while. now, even with how nervous he was, bob realized it was a little silly to contemplate as much as he had. you never pulled away from him or his touch.

content, bob let himself relax next to you completely, a shaky breath exhaling from his mouth, steadying to a normal pattern for the first time since you had joined him. he let himself enjoy your company the same way you were enjoying his.

one of these days, he’d finally get the confidence to tell you just how much more beautiful you were than the sunsets he loved to watch.

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i’m rewatching the mcu rn and i just finished guardians 2. i do not remember there being four end credits what the freak 😭😭

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sunsets and silence

pairing . bob reynolds x reader

summary . you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

content warnings . so much fluff, a quick mention of combat fighting and death (no detail, literally one sentence), like two sentences of dialogue, no established romantic relationship, mutual pining, hand holding

word count . 958

a/n . writing for bob again cause i need this idea out of my mind its consuming me. also not proofread my bad bro

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an arrangement of pinks and oranges casted against pale blue, painting the new york skyline in a way bob still hasn’t quite gotten over. even past the greyish pollution, the colors of the sky were alluring. new york sunsets weren’t quite the same as the ones in florida - gorgeous and sharp as they reflect off of the rippled ocean shores - though the ones he’s admired since living here are strong competitors. he could stare at the colors for hours. orange is his favorite color.

the book bob had been reading merely 20 minutes ago was forgotten in his lap, bookmarked and closed the moment the natural light began to dim to daze out the large windows in front of him. he didn’t bother to turn the small lamp on beside him just yet. he still had a while until the sun fully set.

he was so content and immersed in such a simple activity he almost didn’t notice someone had joined him. still, bobs heart nearly jolted out of his chest when he realized the persons presence, peering over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. there was a downside to living with people who fight and kill and defend for a living. they were quiet, even if they didn’t mean to.

that especially applies to you. trained in stealth and combat, walking undetected was like second nature to you. unless you were intentionally sneaking around, you never quite realized just how silent you roamed around. no matter how many times you’ve accidentally scared the living daylights out of bob, it still sometimes startled the man.

the soft smile you give him makes up for the way his heartbeat was racing. you were always so kind to bob. sometimes it was simple gestures like including him in conversations with the team, other times it was giving him advice he accepted with open arms. you never pry anything out of the man, either. you always listened patiently when he had something to say, and you never made a big deal out of any of it. that’s why he liked opening up to you, there was no pressure on him.

“it’s pretty tonight,” you spoke softly, eyes drifting from the man to the slowly fading sunset in front of you. he let his gaze follow yours out to it, the sides of his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“isn’t it?” bob agreed, eyes shimmering as he scans the tops of the buildings. the sky was a slightly darker blue now, stars perching upon the pastels that were slowly inching their way down the horizon.

you slipped your way around the loveseat he was sat on, gently settling down in the empty space beside him. bob let himself do the same, his once stiff shoulders slouching as he leaned up against the comfortable cushions. he was quick to offer up the other end of his blanket, a small act that made the tips of your ears burn hotly. the heat of your skin only grew when you accepted the blanket, sliding over just enough for your arms to graze each other, thighs placed side by side. his touch always set your skin ablaze, no matter how little.

bob smelled nice. a soft woodsy vanilla scent always seemed to radiate off of him, mixing with something that was uniquely him. it was comforting to you, welcoming you in with open arms. so was his presence. during nights like these, calm and peaceful and quiet, you loved spending time with him. there was no expectation to speak. you could just sit and enjoy his company.

you hadn’t quite realized you’d zoned out until you felt bobs knuckles gently grazing against the back of your hand. it didn’t startle you, only stealing your attention away from your thoughts for a moment. his hand’s a little shaky, whether from nervousness or the brisk air in the tower you weren’t sure. either way, it shook a little as his fingers found their way to yours, entangling together in a gentle hold. this was new.

your skin tingled, goosebumps sprouting on your arm at the feeling of his hand in yours. heat spread through the rest of your ears and down your neck, breath hitching in a way bob might’ve been able to hear. you recoiled to yourself, expecting him to pull away, only to relax back down again when he stayed right where he was.

bob was just as flustered, you were just too caught up in your own little world to catch it. his heart was hammering inside of his chest again, his cheeks a rosy pink you usually loved to admire. it took the man a week to work himself up to such a small act of affection. he wrestled with himself in his mind for a while. now, even with how nervous he was, bob realized it was a little silly to contemplate as much as he had. you never pulled away from him or his touch.

content, bob let himself relax next to you completely, a shaky breath exhaling from his mouth, steadying to a normal pattern for the first time since you had joined him. he let himself enjoy your company the same way you were enjoying his.

one of these days, he’d finally get the confidence to tell you just how much more beautiful you were than the sunsets he loved to watch.

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sunsets and silence

pairing . bob reynolds x reader

summary . you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

content warnings . so much fluff, a quick mention of combat fighting and death (no detail, literally one sentence), like two sentences of dialogue, no established romantic relationship, mutual pining, hand holding

word count . 958

a/n . writing for bob again cause i need this idea out of my mind its consuming me. also not proofread my bad bro

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an arrangement of pinks and oranges casted against pale blue, painting the new york skyline in a way bob still hasn’t quite gotten over. even past the greyish pollution, the colors of the sky were alluring. new york sunsets weren’t quite the same as the ones in florida - gorgeous and sharp as they reflect off of the rippled ocean shores - though the ones he’s admired since living here are strong competitors. he could stare at the colors for hours. orange is his favorite color.

the book bob had been reading merely 20 minutes ago was forgotten in his lap, bookmarked and closed the moment the natural light began to dim to daze out the large windows in front of him. he didn’t bother to turn the small lamp on beside him just yet. he still had a while until the sun fully set.

he was so content and immersed in such a simple activity he almost didn’t notice someone had joined him. still, bobs heart nearly jolted out of his chest when he realized the persons presence, peering over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. there was a downside to living with people who fight and kill and defend for a living. they were quiet, even if they didn’t mean to.

that especially applies to you. trained in stealth and combat, walking undetected was like second nature to you. unless you were intentionally sneaking around, you never quite realized just how silent you roamed around. no matter how many times you’ve accidentally scared the living daylights out of bob, it still sometimes startled the man.

the soft smile you give him makes up for the way his heartbeat was racing. you were always so kind to bob. sometimes it was simple gestures like including him in conversations with the team, other times it was giving him advice he accepted with open arms. you never pry anything out of the man, either. you always listened patiently when he had something to say, and you never made a big deal out of any of it. that’s why he liked opening up to you, there was no pressure on him.

“it’s pretty tonight,” you spoke softly, eyes drifting from the man to the slowly fading sunset in front of you. he let his gaze follow yours out to it, the sides of his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“isn’t it?” bob agreed, eyes shimmering as he scans the tops of the buildings. the sky was a slightly darker blue now, stars perching upon the pastels that were slowly inching their way down the horizon.

you slipped your way around the loveseat he was sat on, gently settling down in the empty space beside him. bob let himself do the same, his once stiff shoulders slouching as he leaned up against the comfortable cushions. he was quick to offer up the other end of his blanket, a small act that made the tips of your ears burn hotly. the heat of your skin only grew when you accepted the blanket, sliding over just enough for your arms to graze each other, thighs placed side by side. his touch always set your skin ablaze, no matter how little.

bob smelled nice. a soft woodsy vanilla scent always seemed to radiate off of him, mixing with something that was uniquely him. it was comforting to you, welcoming you in with open arms. so was his presence. during nights like these, calm and peaceful and quiet, you loved spending time with him. there was no expectation to speak. you could just sit and enjoy his company.

you hadn’t quite realized you’d zoned out until you felt bobs knuckles gently grazing against the back of your hand. it didn’t startle you, only stealing your attention away from your thoughts for a moment. his hand’s a little shaky, whether from nervousness or the brisk air in the tower you weren’t sure. either way, it shook a little as his fingers found their way to yours, entangling together in a gentle hold. this was new.

your skin tingled, goosebumps sprouting on your arm at the feeling of his hand in yours. heat spread through the rest of your ears and down your neck, breath hitching in a way bob might’ve been able to hear. you recoiled to yourself, expecting him to pull away, only to relax back down again when he stayed right where he was.

bob was just as flustered, you were just too caught up in your own little world to catch it. his heart was hammering inside of his chest again, his cheeks a rosy pink you usually loved to admire. it took the man a week to work himself up to such a small act of affection. he wrestled with himself in his mind for a while. now, even with how nervous he was, bob realized it was a little silly to contemplate as much as he had. you never pulled away from him or his touch.

content, bob let himself relax next to you completely, a shaky breath exhaling from his mouth, steadying to a normal pattern for the first time since you had joined him. he let himself enjoy your company the same way you were enjoying his.

one of these days, he’d finally get the confidence to tell you just how much more beautiful you were than the sunsets he loved to watch.

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i just posted one of these best things i’ve written ever and i’m so proud of it. it’s gonna get 10 notes

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sunsets and silence

pairing . bob reynolds x reader

summary . you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

content warnings . so much fluff, a quick mention of combat fighting and death (no detail, literally one sentence), like two sentences of dialogue, no established romantic relationship, mutual pining, hand holding

word count . 958

a/n . writing for bob again cause i need this idea out of my mind its consuming me. also not proofread my bad bro

requests are open!

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an arrangement of pinks and oranges casted against pale blue, painting the new york skyline in a way bob still hasn’t quite gotten over. even past the greyish pollution, the colors of the sky were alluring. new york sunsets weren’t quite the same as the ones in florida - gorgeous and sharp as they reflect off of the rippled ocean shores - though the ones he’s admired since living here are strong competitors. he could stare at the colors for hours. orange is his favorite color.

the book bob had been reading merely 20 minutes ago was forgotten in his lap, bookmarked and closed the moment the natural light began to dim to daze out the large windows in front of him. he didn’t bother to turn the small lamp on beside him just yet. he still had a while until the sun fully set.

he was so content and immersed in such a simple activity he almost didn’t notice someone had joined him. still, bobs heart nearly jolted out of his chest when he realized the persons presence, peering over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. there was a downside to living with people who fight and kill and defend for a living. they were quiet, even if they didn’t mean to.

that especially applies to you. trained in stealth and combat, walking undetected was like second nature to you. unless you were intentionally sneaking around, you never quite realized just how silent you roamed around. no matter how many times you’ve accidentally scared the living daylights out of bob, it still sometimes startled the man.

the soft smile you give him makes up for the way his heartbeat was racing. you were always so kind to bob. sometimes it was simple gestures like including him in conversations with the team, other times it was giving him advice he accepted with open arms. you never pry anything out of the man, either. you always listened patiently when he had something to say, and you never made a big deal out of any of it. that’s why he liked opening up to you, there was no pressure on him.

“it’s pretty tonight,” you spoke softly, eyes drifting from the man to the slowly fading sunset in front of you. he let his gaze follow yours out to it, the sides of his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“isn’t it?” bob agreed, eyes shimmering as he scans the tops of the buildings. the sky was a slightly darker blue now, stars perching upon the pastels that were slowly inching their way down the horizon.

you slipped your way around the loveseat he was sat on, gently settling down in the empty space beside him. bob let himself do the same, his once stiff shoulders slouching as he leaned up against the comfortable cushions. he was quick to offer up the other end of his blanket, a small act that made the tips of your ears burn hotly. the heat of your skin only grew when you accepted the blanket, sliding over just enough for your arms to graze each other, thighs placed side by side. his touch always set your skin ablaze, no matter how little.

bob smelled nice. a soft woodsy vanilla scent always seemed to radiate off of him, mixing with something that was uniquely him. it was comforting to you, welcoming you in with open arms. so was his presence. during nights like these, calm and peaceful and quiet, you loved spending time with him. there was no expectation to speak. you could just sit and enjoy his company.

you hadn’t quite realized you’d zoned out until you felt bobs knuckles gently grazing against the back of your hand. it didn’t startle you, only stealing your attention away from your thoughts for a moment. his hand’s a little shaky, whether from nervousness or the brisk air in the tower you weren’t sure. either way, it shook a little as his fingers found their way to yours, entangling together in a gentle hold. this was new.

your skin tingled, goosebumps sprouting on your arm at the feeling of his hand in yours. heat spread through the rest of your ears and down your neck, breath hitching in a way bob might’ve been able to hear. you recoiled to yourself, expecting him to pull away, only to relax back down again when he stayed right where he was.

bob was just as flustered, you were just too caught up in your own little world to catch it. his heart was hammering inside of his chest again, his cheeks a rosy pink you usually loved to admire. it took the man a week to work himself up to such a small act of affection. he wrestled with himself in his mind for a while. now, even with how nervous he was, bob realized it was a little silly to contemplate as much as he had. you never pulled away from him or his touch.

content, bob let himself relax next to you completely, a shaky breath exhaling from his mouth, steadying to a normal pattern for the first time since you had joined him. he let himself enjoy your company the same way you were enjoying his.

one of these days, he’d finally get the confidence to tell you just how much more beautiful you were than the sunsets he loved to watch.

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

Pairing Robert “Bob” Reynolds x Female Reader Summary On a slow morning, away from the pressures of the city, Bob helps quell your fears about the future [contains fluff, mild angst, the nickname ‘Robby’, cute superpower usage, wc 2.6k]  A/N I fell in love with Bob during Thunderbolts, and the events of this fic take place two years after the movie. A bit of maturing and healing have taken place—mentally and in terms of his powers. It’s my first time writing for him, so let me know what you think! 

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Sunlight, bedsheets, and skin. Reality itself dawned in the visage of a dream. With a lone fingertip, you trace the line of his spine from the space between his shoulder blades to where the soft linen pools at his hips. Tiny hairs rise on his bare skin as he shivers. Bob envisions your soft smile and slow-blinking eyes before he tips fully into wakefulness. When he does, your touch stills midway along his back as you venture upwards. 

Instead of car engines, birds sing outside. Rather than the sweeping windows of the Avengers tower, floral wallpaper and simple curtained panes allow the sun’s rays to paint the room. There’s no agenda, no meetings, no need to rush. This is the Catskills, and Manhattan is miles away. 

You were grateful the team granted you two the weekend away at one of Bucky’s old safe houses. It’s a secluded rural farmhouse surrounded by oak trees—a scene fit for the silver screen. 

“There you are,” you lilt. 

Bob huffs a shy chuckle. “Hi.”  He swallows when you comb your fingers through his hair. “Have you been up long?” 

“Ages.” He frowns at that. “I’m kidding.” 

A small smile breaks across his face. If you had been waiting long, he’d consider telling you that he’d had one of the best sleeps of his life. Then it’d make sense why he wanted to cling to it just a little longer. 

He’d almost lost track of all his luck since he met you. A part of him feared it was bound to fade away, but even then, he’d be alright with life having given him time with you at all. It’d been a year since you met, and he couldn’t remember goodness ever prevailing this long. As far as he knew, there was a crash after every high. 

But not all people were like vices he was once used to seeking: there one minute and gone the next. You’d stumbled into Bob’s life one chilly night on West 43rd and bonded over cheap slices. Sometime between then and him walking you home, you realized you liked having him around. Without so much as trying, he made you lean in closer, laugh too loud, lose track of time. 

When your fingers pass through his hair yet another gentle time, a small sound rises in his throat as your nails scratch against his scalp. 

“That feels good,” he sighs. 

For someone who’d never quite be able to break, you treated him as though the opposite were true. Every touch was so thoughtful and careful that even he began to believe it might be possible after all. Maybe you saw that he was a bunch of tiny pieces held together by a renewed will to live. Maybe you were the glue. 

“It’s getting so long.” You playfully rake some soft strands of hair into his face, and the feathery sensation makes him scrunch his nose. “You’re gonna disappear on me pretty soon.” 

Bob combs his hair back to see you again, chest filled with a warmth that refuses to stay in one place. 

“I promise I won’t.” The dual meaning of his words translates through his deep, blue eyes. “Gonna come find me if I do?” 

You pretend to think, as if you hadn’t already done your share of saving each other. 

“Maybe,” you say. 

When his lips twitch with the threat of a smile, you poke his ribcage a couple of times to coax it out. It works like a charm. Before you know it, he rolls onto his back and pulls you to lie on top of him. Your legs fall on either side of his body. 

“Robby, careful,” you chuckle in surprise.  

He likes the pressure, the proximity. After a few seconds, you finally relax on top of him, scooting down his body enough to rest your head against his chest. His skin is warm beneath your cheek, and you can feel the rise and fall of each steady breath. One of his hands slips beneath your shirt to draw shapes across the small of your back.  

Your eyes slip closed, and like a light switch, you’re transported back to the night you first met. Fluorescent lights shine above as the two of you sit across from each other near the front window of a pizza place. The steady buzz of chatter fills the air along with the rich scent of tomato sauce and oregano. Outside, pedestrians flutter by. 

It’s a memory. 

You can see your present selves too, standing over the shoulders of the yous forever bound to the past. You meet Bob’s gaze, taking in his boxers and muscled torso as his own eyes rove over you. 

That night, the team had let him leave without Bucky or John tagging along. The independence wouldn’t have been a big deal in another life, but it felt like a rite of passage. They were finally beginning to trust in his ability to control the multitudes he contained. He could’ve gone anywhere in Manhattan, somewhere more bustling and lively, but he’d decided to take a walk and grab a greasy bite.  

As Bob looks between your past selves, he can see the nerves in his gaze and the intrigue in yours. It was possible you had seen him on TV back when the city turned void. If you did happen to know who he was, you were sensitive enough not to mention that fateful day. 

The real reason you’d struck up a conversation with him was because he’d held the door for you when you first walked into the pizza place, two strangers crossing paths in the city that never sleeps. There was a certain allure you couldn’t quite pin down, a palpable energy. Something behind his eyes.

It was no secret that those who wandered at night were often looking to feel a little more alive. Perhaps you’d met for a reason written somewhere amid the invisible stars. 

Upon opening your eyes, you’re back in bed with him. You prop yourself up on his chest to study him.  

“You took us back,” you say. 

“Sorry,” Bob murmurs. “Wasn’t trying to.”  

Sometimes, when he feels safe and thinks about you, his mind will pull you two into a lifelike memory. It wasn’t a matter of control; he simply allowed it to happen without fighting against it.  

You run a light fingertip down his nose. “I don’t know if I believe you.” 

Bob takes your wrist and kisses the heel of your palm. “But you liked it.” 

“Says who?” 

“The smile on your face.” As soon as he says that, you purposely flatten your expression. A chuckle rumbles through him. “Guess I’ll stop if it’s so unbearable.” 

You could easily call his bluff, but the thought still stirs a small flicker of worry within you. Bob sees it in your eyes and squeezes you to quell it. There wasn’t a single part of him you hated. Not even the scarier, messier parts that often scared people away. It was their loss. It’d be hard to come across someone quite like him again.  

••• 

As the record player plays a jazzy instrumental, the sound of the spatula scraping against the bottom of the pan is a gentle accompaniment. Bob’s back muscles shift as he continues scrambling the eggs. It feels like you’re a koala bear with the way you’ve secured your arms around him, but he doesn’t mind. Not when it feels like this moment was handcrafted by tranquility itself. 

You didn’t get many moments like this in Manhattan. Now that you’re seeing what it’s like to have him all to yourself with no check-ins, you realize you wouldn’t mind having this forever. Except, forever seemed to stretch like an empty void waiting to be filled. And it was up to you to do the shaping. 

“Do you ever think about…” you trail off.  

Bob waits for you to continue, but you don’t. “About what?” he encourages. It almost hurts how patient he is with you. 

You tuck your nose into the space between his shoulder blades to inhale the scent of his shirt. “Thought you were a mind reader,” you accuse in a gentle attempt to deflect. “I want a refund.” 

Laughing, Bob turns off the stove and faces you. “It’s your mind we’re talking about.” There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he speaks. “Not even I can get a read on that thing.” What he means is that he’d never invade your thoughts. He never had. 

He tilts his head in that disarming, attentive way of his. “What were you gonna say?” His eyes remind you of the dark stare of a fawn, ever curious and searching. 

You redirect your attention to the floor. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

Bob lifts your chin back up with his index finger. “Like what?” It’s a painfully genuine question. “Like I value what you have to say?” 

When you remain quiet, his eyes darken, and bright ribbons of molten gold swirl through his irises. It’s beautiful in an intimidating way that makes your stomach flutter; an attempt at levity. A small smile plays on his lips as his gaze returns to normal. You bite back a reaction because you know he’d done it on purpose, knows you like it.  

“Tough crowd,” he playfully mumbles. “Talk to me, sweetheart, c’mon.” 

“After breakfast,” you say. “The food’s gonna get cold.” 

•••

Bob hums under his breath as he flips through a box of Bucky’s old vinyl. The house itself is even older, and the way the wooden floors creak tells the tale. He studies the cover art of the albums as you sit and watch from your place on the couch. You break your silence when you’ve had enough of the distance. 

“Hey, Robby?” He redirects his attention to you. “Maybe we can pause the music browsing for a sec.”

With how quickly he steps away from the box, you’re convinced he’d been waiting for you to say that. The cushions dip as he joins you on the plush sage couch. 

The entire living room is cozy. It reminds Bob of visits to his grandparents’ house as a boy. He remembers weekends and summers being dropped off when his parents claimed to need a break. It became a safe space that he never wanted to leave. 

With his grandparents, there was no constant clamoring, shouting matches, or phone calls from the electric company threatening to cut the lights off. He played outside in the sun with the older kids and came back inside to homemade lemonade and playful comments about him having worked up a good sweat. 

When he got older, and his grandparents passed away, his escape became the dingy basements of questionable acquaintances and back alleyways that never turned a lost soul away. 

Bob reaches over to squeeze your thigh. “I’m all ears whenever you're ready.”

“It feels kinda stupid now,” you admit. 

“Stupid and I go way back.” He’s sincere even as he jests. “Try me.” 

You play with your fingers and bite the inside of your cheek. It feels like you’re a scared kid standing on a diving board at the deep end of the pool. All attention is on you. It’s time to jump. 

“Do you ever think about the future? What it looks like?” you ask, pausing for a few seconds. “If people like us get a happily ever after?” 

You meet each other’s gaze. 

“People like us,” he repeats slowly. You can see the gears moving in his mind. 

“I’m me, and you’re… you,” you say. “There’s no such thing as normal.” 

Bob hums, not agreeing or disagreeing.

You exhale. “Everything’s starting to feel so perfect.” Bob waits for you to continue. “But it feels like I’m waiting for the rug to get ripped out from under me.” 

“I hear you,” he says, reaching out to interlock his fingers with yours. He's quiet for a few thoughtful beats. “I don’t know what’s down the road, but I know what’s in front of me right now,” he says. 

A silence stretches between you until he breaks it again. “Back when I tried the whole therapy thing, there was this idea called dress rehearsing tragedy,” he says. “It’s when you think of the worst so much that it gets hard for the good to shine through.” 

You nod as you soak in every measured word. 

“That was me every time things started to look up,” Bob admits reflectively. “I’m not saying that’s you right now—hell, you practically are the sun to me.” Your lips twitch upwards when he squeezes your hand. 

“What I’m saying is we get this whole weekend together.” Bob leans in closer. “So let’s just be here.” 

“And when the weekend ends?” you murmur, just to see what he says. 

“I promise I’m in this for the long haul,” he assures. “Whatever it takes.” 

Those last words linger in the air. Bob gives you his full attention when you shift as if you’re about to speak up. Instead, you brush your thumb over the back of his hand. His eyes never leave you. It’s a glimpse into what it must’ve felt like for him to be under your watchful gaze the night you met.  

“Whatever it takes,” you echo. 

So much in life seemed far away for you. Falling in love was for other people, marriage was for other people, buying a house and building a life was for other people. Not for you. 

Bob offers a solemn smile. “I used to be scared all the time.” He thinks for a moment. “Now I refuse to be. Out of spite mainly.” 

You huff a laugh, partly amused, partly in admiration. “I swear you’re not real sometimes. Like this is all just a dream.” 

Bob chuckles. “I swear I am.” He kisses your cheek to prove he’s real. “Need me to pinch you? ‘Cause I can do that too.” 

A small squeal escapes you as he reaches for your side, but he lets you push his hand away. You blink up at him in surprise when he stands and extends that hand to you. 

“Let’s go,” he says. 

You let him pull you to your feet, a spark of excitement stirring. “Go where?”

“The lake.”

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There’s a breeze that complements the warmth in the air. Grass crunches beneath your shoes as you follow Bob down to the shoreline. The still water shimmers in the light of the sun. Across the way, you can see somebody paddling in a canoe. There’s a bench beneath a cluster of birch trees, but Bob walks up to the water, and you stop by his side. Leaves rustle, birds chirp. 

He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You rest your head on your shoulder. It’s so still and quiet that your thoughts begin to settle. Bob was right. Neither of you knew the future. But in this moment, you at least know the feeling of standing beside someone you love. You know you’d be willing to fight for it. And maybe that was enough. 

Bob looks at you after a while, cataloguing your features like it’s the first time. He closes the distance between you just as you’re about to jokingly ask if he’s looking for something. A pleasant warmth spreads through your body as his lips find yours. He kisses you tenderly, hands settling on your waist as you reposition yourself in front of him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, where you gently tug his hair. 

Bob smiles into the kiss. Not for any particular reason, more like a culmination of things. 

You pull away. “What?” you whisper against his lips, beginning to smile. 

Bob’s cheeks warm as he shakes his head. “I’m just happy.” 

“Me too.” 

��We’re gonna be okay,” he promises. 

Your lips find each other’s again.

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a/n. a blurb??? from me??? of a new character (bob)???? crazy. revolutionary. im kind of just playing around with his characterization and feeding into my delusions for him at the moment so enjoy whatever this is 😛

your fingertips stung against bobs forehead. though your touch was gentle, your skin was ice cold against his burning hot face. the dull red was spread across his neck and his ears, too, resembling a blooming sunburn. you didn’t mean to startle the man, truly - you were only trying to get the hair out of his face.

it hadn’t been a good day for bob, or a good week for that matter. he found himself stuck in bed, staring off into the pale wall he wished he had decorated, for hours. just going to the bathroom felt like a chore to him. he’s all worked up with no energy to do anything about it.

“when’s the last time you had water?” you spoke out in a soft voice. bob could tell by your voice alone you were concerned for him. he felt guilty for worrying you so badly. he sometimes wishes you didn’t care as much as you do. still, with guilt eating up his insides, bob was glad you were here.

“dunno,” he whispered back to you. his eyes slowly drifted up to yours. you were crouched down next to where his head rested on a rather floppy pillow. your face looks just as concerned as your voice sounds. “���m sorry.”

you shook your head at his apology, fingers dancing against the warm skin of his face with such care. it was hard for bob to grow used to touch, but your lasting gentleness with your words and hands made it a mile easier. he eventually grew to yearn for it. especially during times like this.

“you’ve got nothing to apologize for,” you told him as sweet as ever. “how about i get you a glass. some food, too. maybe some grilled cheese. how does that sound, honey?”

bob gave you a nod and a weak smile. he wasn’t quite sure if he was up for eating, but for you he’d try. “sounds perfect.”

a hand of his found its way from underneath his worn pillow, reaching to grip your wrist before you had a chance to tug it away. bob guided your hand from beside his eye to his lips, giving your palm a gentle, chapped kiss right in the center. every time you were near you seemed to calm his soul, even if it was just a little bit. gratitude didn’t even begin to describe what he felt towards you. nonetheless, it’s what he settled on. bobs sure he’ll be able to come up with something to say to you eventually that expresses exactly how he feels.

for now, he let you take care of him.

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— robert “bob” reynolds —

— fully written

sunsets and silence | you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

— short thoughts

gentleness during a bad episode

— moodboards

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a/n. a blurb??? from me??? of a new character (bob)???? crazy. revolutionary. im kind of just playing around with his characterization and feeding into my delusions for him at the moment so enjoy whatever this is 😛

your fingertips stung against bobs forehead. though your touch was gentle, your skin was ice cold against his burning hot face. the dull red was spread across his neck and his ears, too, resembling a blooming sunburn. you didn’t mean to startle the man, truly - you were only trying to get the hair out of his face.

it hadn’t been a good day for bob, or a good week for that matter. he found himself stuck in bed, staring off into the pale wall he wished he had decorated, for hours. just going to the bathroom felt like a chore to him. he’s all worked up with no energy to do anything about it.

“when’s the last time you had water?” you spoke out in a soft voice. bob could tell by your voice alone you were concerned for him. he felt guilty for worrying you so badly. he sometimes wishes you didn’t care as much as you do. still, with guilt eating up his insides, bob was glad you were here.

“dunno,” he whispered back to you. his eyes slowly drifted up to yours. you were crouched down next to where his head rested on a rather floppy pillow. your face looks just as concerned as your voice sounds. “‘m sorry.”

you shook your head at his apology, fingers dancing against the warm skin of his face with such care. it was hard for bob to grow used to touch, but your lasting gentleness with your words and hands made it a mile easier. he eventually grew to yearn for it. especially during times like this.

“you’ve got nothing to apologize for,” you told him as sweet as ever. “how about i get you a glass. some food, too. maybe some grilled cheese. how does that sound, honey?”

bob gave you a nod and a weak smile. he wasn’t quite sure if he was up for eating, but for you he’d try. “sounds perfect.”

a hand of his found its way from underneath his worn pillow, reaching to grip your wrist before you had a chance to tug it away. bob guided your hand from beside his eye to his lips, giving your palm a gentle, chapped kiss right in the center. every time you were near you seemed to calm his soul, even if it was just a little bit. gratitude didn’t even begin to describe what he felt towards you. nonetheless, it’s what he settled on. bobs sure he’ll be able to come up with something to say to you eventually that expresses exactly how he feels.

for now, he let you take care of him.