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Wildflowers And Refuge - Petals And Promises Series|Boblena X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Floral Powered Reader X Yelena Belova (Boblena X Reader)

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluffy Ending.

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. Bob and Yelena promised you that it'd be so easy that they'd be back for dinner and before you had the chance to worry about them, leaving you with a forehead kiss and a promise. Except, that didn't happen, and you know somethings not right. When you go to look for your partners it leads you to somewhere that brings back un-welcomed memories, but Bob and Yelena are there to pick up the pieces just like how you did for them.

The one where reader gets to save Bob And Yelena for a change

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Read More Of The Petals And Protection Series Here!

Warnings: Canon Marvel Violence!! Reader experiences PTSD and disassociates. Mention of blood, bruises and cuts. Mention of needles, mention of IV, mentions of reader's mental state, readers over-thinking and worrying, reader has a similar origin to Bob's, Reader is described as pale in flashbacks when talking about the lab, mentions of reader being abandoned and left for dead, memories of reader being alone in the lab. Long story short: Reader is going THROUGH it and Bob and Yelena don't play about their girlfriend.

The mission was supposed to be simple. In and out, just like that. a Quick intel grab at an old lab and nothing more, back to the Tower before dinner.

Bob and Yelena had both assured you of that before they left, with kisses to your forehead and pinky promises that they’d be home before you missed them. You believed them too, you didn't have a reason not too.

Yelena was a heavily trained RedRoom assassin who has killed more people than any of you ever care to think about, while Bob quite literally has powers so powerful you don't even know how to express it, even if he doesn't use them due to reason's you three prefer to leave unsaid. To put it short, your partners were complete badasses who did this sort of thing regularly, and outside of the mental toll and some pretty gnarly injuries sometimes, they were always okay.

They always came back.

But this time, they didn't. The others tried to tell you to wait, that Yelena and Bob could handle themselves, that maybe the comms were just glitching, that you were overreacting and that they would be home soon.

But you weren’t, You could feel it in your soul that something was truly wrong.

It felt like silence, not the kind of silence that felt like home when Yelena, Bob and you would curl up on the couch in the early mornings and listen to the birds sing, no, it felt that awful kind of silence you remembered from your time in the lab, where there was nothing for miles except the sounds of you crying out for help. You just knew, and you could feel it in the way that the plant’s were freaking out, vines wrapping around your wrists tightly when you walked by your plants on the windowsill, the same plant's Yelena and Bob help take care of when you aren't at the tower. You knew you had to do something, they had saved you once, and now, whether they like it or not, you’re going to go and save them.

So you went looking. You didn’t ask for permission, you didn’t wait, you didn’t even tell the rest of the team you were leaving, you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to waste anymore time arguing with the team about if they were okay or not, you just wanted to get to your partners as fast as you could. That awful tightness in your chest, the one that always came before something terrible was suffocating you from the inside, It felt like something was trying to claw through your chest, like a horrible ache that wouldn’t disappear until you saw Bob and Yelena alive.

You follow the pull, the roots seemingly knowing where you lead you as you drag yourself through rugged terrain. The roots tug you to an abandoned building tucked in the mountains, crumbling and rusted. Your chest clinches, as you curl into yourself inadvertently, the place was so painfully familiar it made you physically sick.

It looked just like the place you’d been left in, the same cold concrete, the same metal doors that croaked and sounded like a laugh as you opened them, the same stillness that became the reason why you hated silence for so long and had to have Bob and Yelena speak to you to get you to sleep most nights when you first started dating.

You almost turned back, your body almost collapsing on the forest floor as you stare at the building in front of you, your breathing labored and uneven. But you pushed through, because Bob and Yelena had saved your life in a building exactly like this, they had cared for you, and they showed you what true love felt like, and now? Now it was your turn.

The hallways were tight, the air an extreme chill that bites your exposed skin with every step. Your breath came in short, panicked gasps as the sound of your boots echoed off the walls. The same boots Yelena insisted you had in case something had ever gone wrong, and saying that if anything she could get you to match with her one of these days, and get you out of your normal wardrobe of oversized sweaters, and soft colors. Something that at the time had made both you and Bob laugh. But here you were, wearing all black, and wearing those exact boots.

The trauma crept in fast and got worse the further you walked. You saw flashes of yourself here, you remembered the way your body ached as you laid curled on the floor, your chest heaving as you sobbed, wondering if anyone would ever find you. You see yourself pale, bleeding and forgotten from society, abandoned and left to rot like you were nothing. And despite your mind telling you too, you didn’t stop, because they were here. Your partners, Bob who held you so gently, and praised you for the smallest of things, but never treated you like you were going to break. And Yelena, who always made sure you were their priority, giving you the love and care you were so devoid of for so long.

Your partners, who learned how to make special blends of tea just so they could bring it to you on the mornings where the day seemed too hard to approach. Your partners who would grab fuzzy blankets when they saw them at the store, not caring that you already had a whole collection at this point, always declaring that if it made you happy, then they were going to spoil you. Your partners, who you loved, more than anything in this world. They where here, and you weren't stopping until you were back in the tower under piles of fuzzy blankets with them.

When you pushed open the last door at the end of the hallway, your breath hitched in your throat, tears immediately welling in your eyes. There sat Bob and Yelena, they were alive. Bound to chairs, bloodied, and gagged, but they were alive. Their eyes flew open when they saw you, immediately beginning to thrash in their holds as they obviously had expected the rest of their team, and not their girlfriend who has never gone out on a mission in her life.

Yelena instantly, shook her head no, as if to scream at you “What are you doing here??”

Bob’s voice cracked behind the gag, as he managed to croak out. “Baby, it’s not safe, you need to leave, now.” You were already running over to them, immediately untying their holds, ignoring the shaking in your knees, as you freed them from their holds, wincing as the rope slid against your hands. “You’re okay" you choked out. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” More so telling yourself, than them.

Bob surged forward as soon as his wrists were free, grabbing your face in his hands, as he looked you directly in your eyes “Why would you come here?” he said, panic flashing through his eyes as he scanned you, looking for any injuries. “This place! it’s like the one you-”

“I know” you whispered, cutting him off, your vision swimming with tears, wether from relief or from the feeling of being somewhere so eerily similar to the lab you had once been left for dead in, you didn't know. Yelena pulled you into her arms as soon as she managed to stand up, her hand clutching your back and head, pulling you impossibly close to her. “You shouldn’t be here, Darling. Where's the rest of the team?!” she asked fiercely, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other clutching your waist like she was trying to hold you together. “It’s too much, it’s too much for you, darling. We never wanted you to see some place like this again.” she muttered out, her eyes scanning your features just like Bob had.

“I had to!” you said crying out as you buried your face in her shoulder. “I couldn’t lose you two.” They didn’t argue after that, they just held you between them, whispering soft words to you as the three of you left the building.

Back at the Tower, it hits you harder than you expected. You assumed it was going to bring back bad memories, but you didn’t know the extent of what you might feel.

When you walk into the med-bay, the walls are too white, you flinch when a nurse snaps a rubber band around a saline line, and you keep seeing those rusted metal doors, that concrete floor in the back of your mind.

And then, as if you brain wasn't being cruel enough, you see the way Bob and Yelena's bodies looked tied to those chairs, and the fear in their eyes when they saw you enter that dark room.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re there again, laying In that old lab, left for dead, abandoned and alone. Your breathing goes shallow, your chest caves inward, and you know you’re about to have a panic attack.

Bob is the first to notice, he doesn’t say anything at first, just walks over to where you're leaning on the wall waiting for Yelena to finish getting checked over, and cups your face in his hands. He softly says your name, trying to bring you back to them. You flinch, not at him, never at him. But at the way your name feels being said back to you, you feel like your body isn’t your own again, like you’re just a test subject, a failure, like you aren’t good enough.

His heart shatters as he sees the lost gaze in your eyes, the one telling him that you are far away in your head, too far to be listening to his words and feeling his touch. “Hey,” he murmurs, guiding you with a firm hand on your low back to sit down out of the med-bay, and instead on the couch where your collection of abandoned fuzzy blankets and books are. “You’re safe sweet-girl, you’re home. We’re not there anymore, they can never hurt you or us again baby.” he whispers softly as he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs as he's crouched in front of you.

He hear's Yelena walk out of the med-bay and into the living room where you two are sitting, but he keeps his focus and gaze on you, trying to get you to come back to reality and get out of that dark place in your head.

Yelena walks over quietly, trying to be as gentle as she can while all bruised up and her joints still aching. She crouches in front of you, her hands warm on your knees, drawing gentle shapes helping to ground you more. “You should've never had to come after us like that Darling” she says quietly, like it pains her to say it, “We should’ve been more careful."

“You weren’t supposed to see that place, sweet-girl” Bob says, as he sits on the couch and pulls you into his side “Not when you’ve already had to live it.”

You shake your head slowly, as you begin to ground yourself, slowly coming back to your partners as you mutter a soft “You’re the only reason I got out of the first one, I had to come get you guys. I didn't want to be left alone again, I need you two.”

They pull you into their arms again, keeping you as close to both of them as they can, it feels familiar, it feels safe, and it feels like you’re loved.

Yelena murmurs something in Russian into your hair, probably some gentle praise that you can’t quite make out in your current state, while Bob presses a gentle kiss to your temple and whispers softly into your ear “You’re not alone baby, not now, not ever again.” And as the panic begins to fades and your breathing evens, you realize, you're in their arms, and you're home.

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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a little background bob thunderbolts (the new avengers) - exclusive deleted scene (2025)

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It's almost 4am and my day has already been 10x more eventful than I could've ever anticipated. 😵‍💫

I'm tired of this grandpa 😩😩😩

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To the anon who sent me the super sweet message about "nights like this" I just wanted to let you know I got the message! I wasn't sure if you wanted me to reply to it on here or not! So to be on the safe side I figured i'd just write this out and hope you see it. I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic! ❤️❤️

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Nights Like This - Bob Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Bob Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff!

Summary: On day's where your clothes suddenly don't fit right, everything's a bit too loud, the light's are too bright, and it feels like too much, Bob's there steady and comforting ready to ground you and remind you that he'll always be there for you.

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Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Reader is overstimulated and overwhelmed, reader feels like they're broken. Use of pet names for reader. Reader lays on Bob. No description of what reader looks like. No use of Y/N.

Notes: I wrote this off some of my own experiences, other's may vary, but this is what it is like with my OCD and ADHD on somedays and I just wanted to write some cute hurt/comfort.

Some days, the world is just too much for you to handle.

You woke up already exhausted just knowing that today was going to be one of those days. The hum of electricity sharp in your ears, the ringing seems persistent. The way that your clothes suddenly seem unbearable every seam on your jeans making you angry as they brush against your skin. The way your turtle neck makes you feel like your suffocating. Everything feels like it’s pressing in at once as you just try to make it through the day. 

The lights are too bright and are a blinding white, not a gentle warm tone that you'd prefer. The sound of people talking over one another while music plays loudly in the background is enough to make you want to curl into a ball right then and there. Everything feels so heavy like a weight has been placed on your chest and you can’t get it off. The air feels thick and humid, making your breaths harder to catch as you try to calm down, just wanting to make it through the day. But then your phone buzzes, and the group-chat you have with the team is going off every few seconds.

As soon as you get back to the tower, you run up to your’s and Bob’s shared bedroom, immediately pulling off your suffocating jeans and throwing on one of Bob’s soft cotton sweaters before curling up on the edge of the bed, your knees tucked to your chest as you lay on your side, while your heart pounds for no reason that you can explain besides everything's just too much.

Bob finds you just like that around fifteen minutes later. He opens the door, and pauses for a second when he sees you laying on your side, your knees curled to your chest, wearing his softest sweater, and then crosses the room trying to be as quiet as he can so as to not disturb the silence you so desperately needed. His movements are always gentle, especially when you’re having one of those days where everything’s just a bit too much. “Hey, sweetheart” he mumbles softly as he sits on the side of the bed, trying to let you come to him and not force you to talk if you don’t want to. “Too much today?”

You nod, staying curled on your side not trusting your voice enough to actually respond to your boyfriend. You hate feeling like this more than anything in the world. You hate feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed, like everything’s on level 10 at all times. The lights in the room make your head pound as your shoulders shake, and even Bob’s voice makes you curl a bit inwards due to your current state.

But Bob doesn’t try to fix it or ask questions like some might, he just does what he knows will help you. He gets up and walks over to the light switch, flicking off the overhead light that’d you'd been too exhausted to turn off yourself, leaving only the soft amber glow of your salt lamp. He walks back over to where you’re curled on the bed, and then he kneels in front of you, his large hands resting on your side like a question mark, offering his touch if you want it but not forcing it. “Can I?” he asks, extra soft, being mindful of how you curled inwards earlier when he spoke.

You nod again, your face brushing against the soft pillow. He rises and climbs back onto the bed, before gently pulling you into his arms, careful not to jostle you too much. The moment your cheek hits his chest, it feels like you can breathe for the first time since you woke up that morning. His heartbeat is steady and slow beneath your ear, a familiar melody you know all too well, grounding you instantly. 

“I’ve got you, baby” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your head. You melt into him, your body slowly starting to relax. Relief starts to come to you, breaking through the walls of panic your body had trapped. He rocks you softly while his fingers trace gentle lines on your back, grounding you without overwhelming you with sensations.

“M’gonna turn on the sound machine, okay Sweetheart?” he whispers after a long while. You nod softly still not feeling like speaking yet. He reaches over with one hand, turning on the tiny speaker on your nightstand, and It helps smooth out the sharp edges in your head.

“That helping any?” he asks, voice still a whisper.

“Better” you manage to get out, your voice a shell of what it normally is, but you’ve managed to say something, which is a big improvement. He smiles softly, peering down at you and nuzzles his nose against your temple. “There’s my brave girl.”

You want to cry at how gentle he is with you, the way he never pushes you when you're like this. The way he has never once made you feel like you were broken or a burden. He just made you feel safe and loved.

Bob shifts the two of you so you’re lying down, grabbing the weighted blanket off the edge of your bed and laying it over your bodies and keeping you close to his chest. He whispers little things against your temple like, “I love you, you’re always so brave baby.” and “You’re doing so good, couldn’t ask you to be doing any better f’me.” and “I’m so proud of you.” You feel his lips littering small kisses against your temple, his presence grounding you more with each passing minute.

“I hate when this happens,” you murmur, your voice heavy with exhaustion “I feel like m’broken, like somethings wrong with me.”

Bob pulls back just enough to look at you, his thumb stroking your cheek

“You’re not broken, sweetheart” he says firmly but keeping his volume hushed. “You’re human. Getting overwhelmed happens, and needing to take a minute doesn’t mean you’re weak or broken.”

He stays with you like that for hours while you drift in and out of sleep, adjusting only to pull you closer when you shift, and every time you stir, he’s right there murmuring to you “I’m here, baby. M’not going anywhere sweetheart.”

Eventually, the panic fades, and you drift off to sleep, while Bob’s hand stays firm on your back reminding you that even on your bad days, he’ll never leave, and you'll never be alone.

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Papers And Pad Thai - Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem!Teacher Reader

Category: Fluff!! Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You've had the worlds longest day, between grading papers, a spilt lunch, and not having heard from your girlfriend in almost a week while she was deployed? You just wanted to get home and drink some wine so you could cry while wearing an oversized hoodie and watching some bad tv re-runs. But little did you know what would be awaiting you when you got outside, and how much better your day would get.

Based off this ask

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Word Count: 2,151

Warnings: Mentions of a child throwing up, reader is having a very shitty day, mentions of deployment, Natasha does pick reader up and reader wears Natasha's hoodie but there are no descriptions of the reader outside of this, no use of Y/N, use of pet names for reader.

Notes: Eeee!! This was my first ever ask, based off this ask here and I was so excited to get to write this, anon that requested this I hope you enjoy it. I had so much fun getting to write this!

Your brightly decorated classroom was silent for the first time since 7am,

Your shoulders slumped forward as you clutched your pen loosely between your tired fingers, your head throbbing as you stared down at the last math test in the pile, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes.

Somehow, a simple batch of easy subtraction problems that was supposed to be an easy test for the kids had managed to create at least six different new number systems that even Isaac Newton would have to sit down for, three small doodles of frogs, one child just writing sorry next to every answer with a frowny face, and one heartfelt love letter to your class guinea pig.

You let your head fall to the desk and groaned muttering “I love my job. I love my job and I love my kids” you repeated muffled against the wood desk. “I love my- okay, you know what? Maybe not today, and that’s okay.” you sighed out heavily to yourself, your body deflating as you tried not to cry.

You had stayed after school yet again to grade papers because the idea of bringing home another binder full of pure chaos made you want to sob. Fridays were supposed to be for movie day and early dismissal, something you reveled in every Friday, for the fact that you could finally get a small break. But Instead, today, three kids had cried over what pencils they got to use during the test, a kid threw up all over the classroom floor and had to go to the nurse while you tried to console the other kids, and you’d spilled your yogurt all over your lesson planner leaving you without lunch, and without a lesson planner.

And to make it all sting even more? Natasha still hadn’t messaged you. You didn’t blame her though, she was still deployed and you knew better than anyone how spotty their comms were when the squad was off on a deployment. But it’d been a week since her last message “We’re all okay, Miss you, Peach.”

No FaceTime calls, no bright smile and warm eyes, no warm voice whispering “Hey, baby” like she always did when she knew you needed it the most, you hadn’t even realized how badly you were missing her until today, when all of this rained down on you at once.

You tossed the finished paper on top of the pile with a huff before you gathered your bag, did a final check of the room, flipped off the lights and locked up your door, before stepping outside where the sun was just beginning to set, the golden hour hue illuminating the parking lot. The parking lot was mostly empty with all parents and students gone for the day, most of the administration having left hours ago when the bell rang, and just a few tired teachers also shuffling to their cars, waving half hearted goodbyes. You yawned into your elbow and reached into your bag fumbling for your keys, rounding the corner of the building with heavy lidded eyes, already picturing Natasha’s oversized hoodie and a glass of wine waiting for you at home.

Then you stopped dead in your tracks, because someone was leaning against your car. But it wasn't just anyone, it was your girlfriend. Your girlfriend who wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. She was still in her flight suit, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her thick boots planted firmly on the ground with one leg crossed over the other as she leaned against the driver’s side door, her arms crossed wearing that same cocky smirk that had made you fall in love with her in the first place.

She raised her brows, her cocky smirk never leaving her face as she saw you standing there bewildered, like you don’t believe she’s really there. “You gonna stand there all day ogling me? Or are you gonna come kiss me, Peach?”

Your knitted bag fell off your shoulder and the bag hit the pavement with a thud, but none of that mattered right now. The next thing you knew, you were running at full speed, and you crashed into her with so much force that she stumbled as she was forced to take a step back, leaning further into your car, laughing as she caught you in her arms.

“Woah easy there sweetgirl” she teased, pulling you tightly against her, lifting you off your feet, as you wrapped your legs around her middle. “You’re gonna knock us both over.” She said laughing happily at the fact that she got to hold you in her arms again.

You buried your face into her neck, inhaling her scent that smelled like jet fuel, soap, and the San Diego sun. It smelt like home. You tightly wound your arms around her neck like you were afraid she’d disappear if you let go, and maybe you were, because part of you still didn’t believe that she was really here, holding you, and calling you Peach.

“I-I didn’t know you were coming back today’ Tasha” you mumbled your voice thick and wobbly against her skin as she slowly set you down, placing your feet on the parking lot ground still keeping you pulled tightly against her. “That was the point baby” she mumbled gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wanted to surprise my girl.”

A surprised, watery laugh left your lips, as you started to cry, the exhaustion from waking up at five in the morning, the grading of papers that made you want to pull your hair out, the stress from the day, the loneliness you felt earlier, all of it came crashing out of you at once as ugly hiccupping sobs started pouring out of you, making you clutch at her harder.

“Hey, hey" She whispered softly taken aback at your reaction. "Oh, Peach, don’t cry baby. It’s okay, it's okay. M'here.” Natasha said softly, pulling back from you just enough to cup your face in her hands and study your expression.

Her thumbs brushed away your tears as her thumbs rubbed gentle circles on the apples of your cheeks, and she kissed your forehead over and over again, like she could kiss the sadness away, and get her girl to feel better with just that, which to her credit worked as you calmed down enough to say “I missed you so much you choked out, your voice breaking as you did so.

“I know, sweetheart, I missed you more.” Natasha spoke back as she looked at you, trying to calm you down to the best of her ability. You shook your head, sniffling as you tried to speak trying to truly let her know how much this means to you “I-I’ve had such a long day, and then I saw you, and I thought I was dreaming, or I thought maybe it was the two coffees I had on an empty stomach and I was finally losing it. ”

“You’re not dreaming” Natasha promised with such authority that you couldn’t even question it, as she rested her forehead against yours. Her voice was low and steady, grounding you and soothing you in a way you’ve needed since she left. “I’m here, right here Peach. And I’m not going anywhere besides home with you, so we can go rewatch some shitty rom-coms and drink some wine.”

More tears fell from your eyes and she held you through them rubbing your back in slow circles and every few seconds she’d press another kiss to your cheek or your nose or the edge of your jawline.

“I really didn’t think you’d be back for another week” you whispered eventually, voice hoarse from crying. “We finished early, and no one got shot at. I call that a win, Peach.” she joked lightly, grinning widely when you choked out a teary eyed laugh.

“God, I love you’ Tasha” you blurted out, your voice full of emotion. The look on her face softened completely, “Yeah?” she asked, rubbing your cheeks with her thumbs as she smiled at you, staring into your eyes. “I think you should say it again” she whispered out, a small smirk perking up in the corner of her lips.

You smiled through the tears and mummured “I love you, Natasha Trace.”

She leaned in and kissed you slow, gentle, and full of everything she couldn’t say over a radio message or a letter. And when she pulled back, her eyes were warm and glassy. “I love you too, Peach,” she murmured. “So much so that it’s absolutely stupid.”

You burst into small giggles at the nickname, your face flushing as she peppered your cheeks with more kisses. “I’m serious, Peach” she insisted between smooches. “I was halfway across the world on a serious mission, and here I was thinking about you in a pencil-skirt, handing out stickers for good spelling, and smiling at those kids like they’re your own.”

You snorted as your head fell against her collarbone “Sorry to break your fantasy, but that’s not what I wear 'Tasha.” She shrugged, a smirk quirking up at the corners of her lips. “No, but I think that’s what I'll continue thinking about when I'm gone. It gives me good motivation to get back here.” she said, glancing down at you seeing how your eyes brightened when she did. “You’re an idiot” you say your voice full of fondness as you wrap your arms tightly around her again.

“But I'm your idiot, Peach” she corrected. You stayed like that for a while, just swaying slightly in the golden hour sun. Her hand rubbed slow circles over your back, and you could feel her smile against your temple. Finally, she pulled back and looked you over, taking you in fully after the emotions of the last few minutes. “You look exhausted, baby.”

“I am exhausted” you admitted with a yawn, before continuing, “It was a long week, one of my kids tried to eat a glue stick on Tuesday, I had a kid puke all over the floor today, and the math tests I had to grade today had declarations of love to the guinea pig instead of the answers to the questions.”

She winced at your retelling of your long week, “Yikes, Peach. No wonder you're dead on your feet.”

“I didn’t even get to eat lunch today because it got spilled all over my lesson planner” you whined out dramatically. Natasha gasped playfully and took your face in her hands again. “That’s criminal, baby. No lunch?”

“I know, you’re lucky I didn’t wither away before you got here to surprise me.” You reply back, in a dramatic tone, bringing your hand to your forehead as you lean back closing your eyes for the effect.

“Well, lucky for you, Peach, your incredibly hot, sexy, brave, and thoughtful girlfriend bought you takeout.” Natasha said in a teasing voice. Your eyes lit up, and a wide smile graced your face at the mention of something to eat “You brought me food?”

“I brought you Pad Thai, those egg rolls you love, and enough mango rice to last us a week, baby.” she said proudly, before continuing “And wine, lots of it, I also prepped the couch with tons of fuzzy blankets, and extra snacks for after dinner.”

You blinked up at her, absolutely stunned. “Are you trying to marry me ‘Tasha?” She gave you a wide smirk “Is it working?”

“Yes” you said without hesitation, no amusement even present in your tone, “God, yes.” She kissed you again and whispered against your lips, “Then let’s get you home and get some food into you, future Mrs. Trace.”

You grinned widely and kissed her back, your heart beating loud enough in your chest that you thought she could for sure hear it. She did a 'give me' motion with her hand, as you grabbed your bag from where you had dropped it and handed her the keys to your car.

She opened the passenger side car door for you, before tossing your bag into the backseat, and even buckled your seatbelt, giving you one last kiss on the forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, and starting the car up. On the drive home, you reached for her hand and laced your fingers with hers, relishing in the feeling of her being home again. “I still can’t believe you’re here right now” you said softly, taking in her features, a disbelieved smile still present on your face. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed your knuckles, “I missed you more than words can convey, Baby.”

And when you got home, she wouldn’t let you lift a finger. She carried you up your driveway and through the door just to be dramatic, laughing loudly as she heard your loud fit of giggles. She put you on the couch, and immediately curled up beside you under the mountain of blankets she had prepared before heading to the school to come surprise you. She fed you bites of sticky rice between soft kisses and laughed every time ended up getting sauce on your nose or on the side of your mouth.

And later, when you finally started to drift off against her chest as a cheesy 2000’s rom-com played in the background, you knew everything would start to feel okay again.

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hate when I see the comment "big news for unemployed people" on internet drama. really discounting the dedication of us chronically online employed people. does my 15 minutes in a public restroom at work scrolling online mean nothing to you...

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genuinely something so delightful about getting obsessed with your own characters. what do you MEAN I can turn my headcanons for my characters into Official Real Lore. that's so fucking cool are you serious

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everybody give it up for female characters who are WEIRD and OFFPUTTING. maybe even LOUD and UNAFRAID TO TAKE UP SPACE. round of applause. NOW.

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Basking In Your Light - Bob Floyd X Fem! Reader

Pairing: Bob Floyd X Fem!Bartender Reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Love Confession.

Summary: You've always been the one who tried to make peoples days brighter, make people know that someone cared. But when someone say's you're too much, Bob notices, and he's quick to tell you, you're anything but too much.

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,931

Warnings: Men in the bar being complete assholes and making a somewhat sexual comments!! Self deprecating thoughts from reader, readers over thinking. No use of Y/N, no description of what reader looks like. Reader is often described to light up a room and is very outgoing.

You'd always liked being a bit loud, a bit chaotic, and you just always liked making people smile.

Not in a flashy kind of way but the sort of way people would recognize you for your quick wit, remembering your distinct laugh that always broke through quiet moments, the way you were always cracking a joke to make someone smile if you noticed they were having a bad day, the way you could light up a whole room without trying too hard.

The Hard Deck was often like your home most nights, and you wore your charm and heart on your sleeve. Always available for everyone around to see. You’d mastered the quick banter, the soft yet flirty teasing that pilots would often do with you, the flipping off bottle caps into the trash can behind your back when you handed someone a beer. You just loved making people smile, you liked being the reason they felt at ease, like they could breathe a bit easier, like they had someone to confide in, even if they didn’t know anyone in the room.

But tonight, you just felt deflated. You’d had a shit-show of a day so far. You overslept entirely, making your day much shorter than intended, your errands got pushed off to tomorrow for the sake of trying to get through your day, and your check engine light in the car came on again, something you knew you couldn’t afford to have breakdown right now.

You’d barely gotten through the first hour of your shift when you'd overheard it, some smug voice from the back of the bar, his voice low and sharp like it was meant to slip under your skin and sting as hard as it could with the amount of venom in the man's voice.

“She’s a bit much huh? Doesn’t know when to fucking shut up and quit that polite act of hers. Girls like that always need the attention, if you know what I mean.”

You didn’t even see who said it, and to be frank you didn’t want to as you heard the mens howling laughter in the background. You’ve dealt with your fair share of things as a bartender, from creepy men who won’t leave you alone, to drunk backhanded comments that would be enough to make a grown man weep. These comments typically never bothered you, always deeming yourself an eternal optimist, always seeing the good in people. But this, this one stung away more. 

You felt it sting hot and sharp in your throat, your eyes trying to not tear up as you quickly blinked them away. And you’d brushed it off, at least on the surface level. But little by little you started unwinding your well presented cover as your shoulders curled in, your smile dulled and the sparkle normally always present in your eyes dimmed as you moved through your shift like you were on autopilot, not wanting to cause anything as you knew there was a whole squad of naval aviators just mere feet away that would go to war for you if they noticed something was wrong, much less if they had heard what the drunk bolstering men had said about you.

But Bob noticed, Bob always noticed. He hadn’t said anything yet, he was sitting in his usual corner near the pool table with the rest of the Daggers, a ginger ale in hand, watching you with those soft baby blue eyes you tried not to think about too often. He hadn't seen or heard what caused you to become a shell of yourself, but he noticed one minute you were cracking jokes with some regulars and the next your shoulders were hunched and your face read of hurt.

You liked Bob Floyd, a lot. Maybe too much, considering how little you actually knew him, only having the shared conversations, lingering glances, and the way his ears flushed pink when you made a joke that landed right, to go off of. But you knew he was different from the others, especially in the way he treated you. He was quiet, and so kind to you, always offering you the sweetest of smiles, or asking if you wanted him to walk you back to your car on nights when the bar would get especially rowdy. He was easy to be around, And for some reason he made your heart race in a way that no one else ever could.

When your break finally rolled around, you told Penny you were taking your fifteen and all but slipped out the back door into the warm night air. The ocean breeze was warm, brushing past your arms as you leaned on the railing and stared out at the distant horizon, letting out a long sigh. You were so tired of pretending things didn’t get to you, like the things people said to you just because you were so joyful and optimistic didn’t hurt you.

The door creaked behind you a few minutes later and you didn’t need to look, you could just feel the energy, and you already knew it was him.

“Hey” Bob said gently, not in a questioning manner like he was going to interrogate you, but rather like he was asking for permission to come be with you. You didn’t speak at first, you just let him come stand beside you, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as you both stared out at the moon glistening on the ocean waves.

“You okay?” he asked after a moment. You gave him a half hearted shrug, your body deflated as you muttered a soft “M’fine, you should go back into the bar, i’m sure the Daggers miss you.”

He huffed a quiet laugh shaking his head “You’re a terrible liar” That earned a ghost of a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes from you “So I’ve been told” You muttered softly. He leaned forward on the railing, arms folded as his gaze is still set on the ocean “You’re not like yourself tonight, everything okay?”

You swallowed harshly, that hitch in your throat looming near, trying to blink away the tears that have reappeared as you look down at your shoes. “M’just tired.”

Bob turned his head to glance at you. “You sure?” You exhaled slowly. “Someone made a comment earlier, about how I’m too much, that I don’t know when to shut up, that I'm just asking for a certain type of attention” You laughed out as you did quotation marks with your fingers, but it wasn’t an amused sound. “Guess it got stuck in my head.”

Bob was silent for a second, and then, quietly asked “Do you know who said it?” You shook your head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me” he said the firmest you’ve ever heard his voice., a clear difference from how he normally talks to you “Because whoever said that clearly doesn’t know what the hell they’re talking about, and needs to be taken down a few pegs.” You turned to look at him, your eyes glancing over his face, there was a fierceness in the way his jaw clenched, a quiet tension in the lines of his brow, as his baby blues seemed darkened, the moon seemingly reflecting out of them.

“I just” you started, then stopped, not wanting to break down on the man you have the world's biggest crush on, but then you see the way he’s looking at you, like he’s encouraging you to talk and open yourself back up, not wanting you to become a shell of yourself again. “I’ve always been this way, you know?” You continued  “Loud. I like to talk a lot, I laugh a lot, I always try to fill the space, and I've always typically liked that about myself. I thought it meant I was doing something right, trying to make people happy, feel better. But when someone calls it too much it makes me wonder if I should just shut up sometimes, just be a bit quieter, more reserved. Maybe I’d be an easier pill to swallow if I was like that.” You say looking down and picking at your nail beds.

Bob’s head tilted slightly, his gaze locking with yours looking almost offended by your words “You shouldn’t have to shrink yourself to make other people comfortable” he said firmly “You hear me?” he asked again, softer this time. “You don’t have to dim yourself just because some people can’t handle your light.”

It hit you harder than you expected, when you looked at him, like really looked, and your chest ached. Because here was this man, the man who has always been nothing but kind to you, always gentle, always observant, and he was standing beside you and seeing you exactly as you were. He didn’t see you as too much, he didn’t see you as too loud, he saw you as you, and he didn’t want to change that.

“I love that about you” he added, and your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes winded. “Love what?” You asked in a confused tone, wondering how this man in front of you was real.

“The way that you fill a room, the way your voice carries over the music, the way you laugh without holding back and sometimes you snort and immediately try to cover your mouth.” He smiled a little shy at what he seemed to be admitting to you. “ But what I really love about you is the way you make everyone feel like they belong.”

You felt something crumble in your chest, it felt like your defensive walls were being brought down in front of you. The words settled between you like a secret, warm and glowing. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched again, before softly muttering a quiet “Really?”

He nodded, his voice matching yours as he whispers. “Yeah.” The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward or felt like you needed to fill it. It was filled with something heavier than words could convey. And when he stepped closer, you didn’t pull away. His hand brushed yours on the railing, fingers hesitating slightly.  You turned to face him, your heart pounding so loud you were convinced he could hear it, your throat dry as you whispered “Bob?”

He looked at you like you were something incredible, like your presence was enough for him to get lost in. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now” he said, “But you’re you, you light up every room you’re in, and that whole team in there adores you almost as much as I do, and I didn’t want to make things weird if you didn’t feel the same.” A small laugh bubbled in your throat caught somewhere between disbelief and relief at his admission “Bob Floyd,” you gasped “Do you have a crush on me?”

He grinned that soft smile of his that made butterflies appear in your stomach, his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he responded “Yeah. I do.” You blinked at him, stunned for a moment, and then you stepped forward, and when you leaned up and moved in, he met you halfway.

It was gentle, warm and steady, just like him. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheek softly as he kissed you like he saw who you were, It wasn’t rushed like most kisses felt, It felt like something new entirely, it made your whole body feel like it was glowing. And when you pulled back, you were smiling for the first time that night. “Me too,” you whispered, as you were catching your breath.

He blinked, before grinning wide. “Yeah?” He asked with that smile stuck on his face. “Yeah” You let your forehead rest against his, “I always thought you were too good to be real.” you muttered softly, eyes meeting his. “You’re the one who lights up rooms, remember. I think you're the one who’s too good to be real.” he murmured, still so close.

“Well” you said as your brushed your nose against his “maybe now I’ll let you light up a few of mine, Bob Floyd.” and that made him laugh, as he kissed your temple like it was instinct to him.

And as the two of you stood outside beneath the warm string lights with the waves crashing softly in the background, a gentle sea-breeze engulfing you, and your fingers entwined you realized something.

You never had needed to dim your light for other people,

not when Bob Floyd had been waiting all along to bask in it.

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could you maybe write a phoenix x fem reader where reader’s a elementary school teacher and natasha surprises her after coming back early from deployment? ❤️

Yes!! Omg this is my first ever ask, i'm so excited.

I've been working on it a bit tonight since I got this ask. It'll hopefully go up sometime tomorrow, I have a few works in my drafts that are probably going to go up before it, but I'm so excited to post it when it's finished.