#hardbeingcasual

[hardbeingcasual]

❛ 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 :-)

[hardbeingcasual]

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[wintfleur]

LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY SUNSHINE GOES…)

⊹ a jesse tlou series

☀️🪽 you and jesse have been stuck like glue ever since you met. he became so much more than just your best friend, but also your protector and confidant. from teaching you how to defend yourself to switching your schedule to be with him on patrol. everyone in the town knew it, it was clear for them to see. if they saw you they knew jesse would be by your side or watching ( 𝒶dmiring ) you from afar, never to far though.

you couldn’t see it yourself—not at first at least, but he was head over heels in love with you, putting himself at risk (more than you would like) to keep 𝓎ou safe. All he wanted was you and you were coming to the realization that all you wanted….was 𝒽im.

GENRE. fluff, angst, post-apocalyptic drama, friends to 𝓁overs, a written series, blurbs, headcanons and mid-length writings.

𝓟AIRING. best friend! jesse x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, protecter! jesse x protected sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, friends to 𝓁overs / mutual pining , dina x jesse + male oc x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader ( brief flings )

WARNING. the regular tlou warnings, angst, fluff, smut, themes of violence, mature violence (I’ll put specific warnings before each chapter)

DISCLAIMER this story is completely fictional ( obviously ) slight changes to the original game/show plot, pretty much everything during the timeskip is completely made up by me, jesse is 2 years older than sunshine, and for the sake of the plot—joel and tommy weren’t separated for that long.

˗ˏˋ SUNSHINE PLAYLIST PINTEREST ´ˎ˗

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

OO1. ( THE NIGHT WE MET )

❛ SPONTANEOUS STARGAZING ❜

left in an unfamiliar place you find yourself trying to grasp at any positivity that you can find in this situation. your days are filled with distractions, trying to get used to the new place while your fears plagued your sleep at night. unknowingly leading you to the person that would help with it all.

OO2. ( CHRISTMAS SPIRIT )

coming soon…

˗ˏˋ BLURBS HEADCANONS MOODBOARDS ETC. ´ˎ˗

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

jesse’s love languages

𝓻oro’s note. My first tlou writings for this account and of course I had to have it be for the loml Jesse ᐢᗜᐢ please be patient for I am not the fastest writer!! So updates are random, I have a kinda idea on what I want to happen with this series but I’m so indecisive it might change a little hehe….my asks are always open to talk about this so feel free to send me some thoughts, questions, and requests!!! I hope you all enjoy 🤍

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Part 3

[lokidjarin-7567]

I Hate It Here ~ Part 2

Kang Dae-ho x Reader

You had survived the first few games together, and your friendship was growing stronger, but your newfound trust would still have to withstand the deadliest game so far.

fem!reader, fluff, see part 1 for more

5.1k words

And here it is - the promised part 2!! I haven’t decided if I’m doing a part 3 yet, but hope you enjoy this for now <3

Taglist: @itsvaleriegarza @marymustdie @hardbeingcasual @onlyangle1 @mady005 @loonysbarn @ghostofscarley

TTPD Contents | General Masterlist | AO3

<- part 1

The sun beat down on you, tinted shades doing little to shield you from its glare. You could feel the warmth of the sand beneath your bare legs and back, the pink grains soaking up every beam of light. You stretched out your hands far above your head, content and peaceful as your body sank further into the malleable surface, eyes drifting closed.

Then your peace was interrupted by a shower of droplets, salty water splattering your skin. You squealed, opening your eyes to see Dae-ho standing over you, smile wider than you’d ever seen it, shaking his long, dripping hair like a puppy.

“Dae-ho!” You gasped, secretly grateful for the splash of cool. He laughed, standing straight again and running his hands through the tangled locks. You were glad for the opportunity it gave you to gaze at him like this - happy and free. He was almost shining in the sun, the ocean drops still clinging to his form and practically glittering in the light. The way his body moved when he laughed was like art, toned chest rising and falling, arms flexing as he pulled his hair back into a lazy bun.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He said with a grin, sitting on the soft sand beside you. His fingers moved to trace the droplets still sitting on your arm, connecting them with soft strokes like a constellation across your skin. You hummed in contentment.

“I just looked too relaxed, did I?” You asked in cheek, smile widening.

“Exactly. Need to keep you on your toes.” You closed your eyes again, only to feel his dripping wet head touch your shoulder mere moments later. You squinted, looking down to see him sprawled out across the sand perpendicular to you, arm draped across his eyes and using you as a pillow. Your heart swelled at the domesticity of it, the way he was so relaxed around you. Free from the games, free from your lives in the bustling city, free from the debt that used to drown you. It was a side of him you loved seeing; when he wasn’t on edge, or feeling like he always had to protect you from something. Just… calm. You pressed a feather light kiss to his forehead, the taste of salt and the scent of him filling your senses, and you watched as his lips curved slightly at the gesture.

Then something caught your eye. A flash of colour, just at the edge of your vision. There, by the sea front, a person was standing in a pink jumpsuit. Your heart dropped at the sight of them, recognising the uniform of the guards even without the signature mask. You moved to sit up, but Dae-ho’s head rested heavy on your shoulder. You tried to speak, to warn him, but nothing came out. Their face was blurry, but you knew they were looking at you somehow, whole body paralysed in fear. Then they started to move closer. Their steps were quick, and you tried to scream again, to move, to do anything but nothing happened. You couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. You could only watch as the faceless figure pulled a gun from their pocket, and shot Dae-ho in the chest.

**

You woke abruptly, gasping for air as your mind slowly worked out where you were, simultaneously relieved and disappointed to still be in this place. You took a few seconds to calm your panic, using the rise and fall of Dae-ho’s chest under your hand to slow your racing heart. His own hand had fallen from your waist in sleep, so you slowly and gently shuffled yourself out from under the bunks, careful not to wake him. As soon as you were sitting up, you ran your hands over your face, only to realise it was wet from the silent tears that had fallen from your dream. You wiped them away, steeling yourself, before glancing up to see who was awake. Young-il and Jung-bae were on watch right now, but from the looks of it, Jung-bae had fallen asleep, much to the annoyance of Player 001, who had a firm scowl on his face. Coincidently, Gi-hun seemed to wake up at the same time as you, crawling out from the single mattress with a yawn.

“Young-il…” you muttered quietly, not wanting to wake Jung-bae from his peaceful position, curled on the floor like a baby. “Have you been awake since we switched?” He nodded wordlessly, and he looked exhausted, eyes starting to droop. “Go to sleep for a while. I can look out for now.”

“Are you sure?” You opened your mouth to speak, but Gi-hun answered for you.

“I’ll stay up with her too. I won’t be able to fall asleep now anyway.” You nodded in agreement, and Young-il gently bowed his head in your direction. He settled himself in the single mattress, while Gi-hun woke Jung-bae gently, ushering him to where you had just been sleeping, insisting he would be in pain tomorrow if he slept on the floor. He agreed quietly, still half asleep, and barely a minute after he had settled in, you heard his soft snores once more.

You sat in silence with Gi-hun for a while, still rattled from your dream. It had been such an intense dichotomy; the beauty and peace ruined with senseless violence. The feeling of losing him was still stuck in your throat, sharp and painful, and you tucked your legs to your chest, hugging them tight in the hope that it might give you some small comfort.

“Are you ok?” Gi-hun muttered, sensing the fear radiating from you.

“Yeah, I just… how did you do it? When you won the last game… how did you cope with… losing people? Or did you manage to stay detached…” He laughed coldly at that, interrupting your rambling and shaking his head.

“When I woke up in that first game, I discovered that my childhood friend was there too. He was so well known in the community we grew up in - a genius that graduated from SNU, the pride of Ssangmun-dong. Everything I know about this game, I learnt from him. His perception every time we played something new, his ability to read the other people, his intelligence and strategy… it kept me alive for so long. Then he started to let the game get to him. Became more ruthless, killing people to get what he wanted. There was a young girl - someone who stole from me just before the game, but we became allies fast and I started to think of her like…” He paused, emotion raw as his voice cracked at the mention of her. “You remind me of her, actually. Resourceful, smart, kind….” Another pause, and he clenched his jaw, composing himself. “We were the final three. And he killed her in cold blood. Then in the final game…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence. Your heart hurt for him, losing the people he loved and cared about in such a brutal way, so out of his control. Even if his friend had changed, that wouldn’t have stopped how much it hurt to have to do that.

“But… couldn’t you have split the money and walked? The three of you?” A tear fell from his eye at that, the only sign of emotion perceptible on his face, and he sighed sadly as he wiped it away.

“That wasn’t a rule in our game. It was walk and get nothing, or kill and get everything. I wanted to choose the former, but when he killed Sae-byeok… I had no choice.” You nodded.

“What was his name?” He finally glanced at you then, shock falling across his features briefly before being replaced with a sad smile.

“Sang-woo. Cho Sang-woo.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Gi-hun. Truly. This game…” You reached for his hand, gripping it tight in both of yours, and he nodded, placing his other hand on your arm comfortingly.

“Thank you. I’ve not… Nobody has asked about them, because nobody knows what happened to them. So thank you for giving me the chance to talk about them. They were good people, truly, even after everything.” He nodded to you one last time, before removing his hands from yours and clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, I got sidetracked… in answer to your question, I didn’t manage to stay detached from it. I lost everyone, and not a day goes by where I don’t think of them.” He turned to face you, eyes scanning your undoubtedly terrified face. “I’m sorry, I know that the answer you wanted.”

“It’s not, but it’s the answer I expected. It’s too late anyway. I fear I’m already irrevocably attached to this team.” You sighed deeply, hugging your legs tightly.

“I guess we’ll all just have to stay alive for one more game.”

The music started, and you watched as everyone woke up, your team crawling from beneath the beds. The anxiety of what the day might bring was already making you sick to your stomach, but as soon as Dae-ho was in view, grinning widely when he spotted you, you instantly felt calmer.

“Morning.” He said cheerily, sitting next to you as the speakers announced that the next game would commence shortly, a 30 minute timer starting to tick down. His hand found yours, sensing your fear and panic that still lingered, thumb tracing comforting patterns across your palm.

“Morning.” You replied quietly. It was an improvement from the previous morning, when you hadn’t been able to speak at all. Right now, you just needed him to distract you. To help you forget what was about to happen. “Did you sleep ok?” He laughed lightly.

“I did, although I did get a shock this morning when I rolled over to see Jung-bae’s face instead of yours!” You laughed at that.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep.” He just smiled, hand drifting to your face and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You’d tied it up to sleep, but it had come loose, stands falling out and getting in your way. He seemed to notice, fingers lingering on the locks just a moment too long.

“Shall I braid it for you? Get it out of your way to help you focus today?” His voice was so genuine, so empathetic, you almost felt like you were going to cry.

“You can braid hair?” You asked, and he just gave you a look that seemed to say ‘really?’. “Right, 4 sisters.”

“Exactly. My sisters made me learn when I was young, and I used to braid their hair for pocket money, so I think that makes me a professional hair stylist, actually…” You giggled, heart warm. “Now spin around, lets see what we can do…”

It was exactly what you needed to distract you. When he was so close, it was the only thing you could think about - his hands gently running through your hair, his legs pressed firmly against your back, his breath fanning against your neck. And he was right; he was practically a professional. It was tight, but not too much to hurt. There were no flyaways, no annoying strands to get in your way. It was perfect.

He moved to sit in front of you once it was done, making a show of checking it like a real stylist would, making you laugh as he gently moved your head from side to side, hand lingering on your jaw.

“Beautiful…” he muttered, and you smiled warmly, gaze lingering on every detail of his face, committing it to memory. His puppy dog eyes, the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose. The comfort he brought you even during the darkest time of your life continued to surprise you, the sweetness and optimism you usually found irritating perfectly balancing out your pessimistic nature.

“Thank you.” You replied earnestly, and he leant forward, placing a quick kiss to your forehead as the speakers instructed you to line up in the centre of the room.

“Always.”

When you entered the game room, you didn’t know what to make of it. It was almost circular in shape, walls lined with multicoloured doors, and a large, carousel-like podium in the centre. The ceiling looked like a circus tent, swooping, striped curtains covered in lights that illuminated the whole space. Dae-ho’s hand reached out to yours instinctively, holding it tight as you were instructed to make your way onto the platform, and that you would be playing Mingle. You listened to the instructions as your team strategised, planning out the best combinations if different numbers were called out. You squeezed Dae-ho’s hand tighter, and your eyes met in a silent pact. No matter what was called, you would stick together.

Let the game begin.

The podium stuttered to life, spinning slowly as the room was filled with the sound of a childlike song, lights changing to the beat. Then, it stopped suddenly, lights darkening as the first number was called out.

10

You all looked around, trying to find more players to join your group, but Gi-hun was fastest, grabbing a hold of Player 120 and asking how many people were in her team. She answered 4, and you all looked around for another player, but it was chaos, everyone grabbing each other left right and centre and running into the multicoloured rooms. Player 120 spied someone, grabbing her, and you all ran to a green door, Dae-ho’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you as you sprinted as fast as you could. Young-il made it to the door first, holding it open and ushering everyone into the room, counting as he went, then closing the door behind you once everyone was safe. You took a second to breathe, heart racing, then you heard the gunshots. You flinched, and Dae-ho’s arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your back close to his chest.

The shooting stopped, and the only thing that could be heard in the room was everyone’s heavy breathing, still in shock from what just happened.

“You’re alive thanks to me!” Player 044 exclaimed, her harsh, loud voice making you all jump. She walked up and down the room, looking at each of you with intensity. She paused at you and Dae-ho, glancing between your faces and his protective stance, a small smirk appearing on her face. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until she moved away, sighing and glancing up at him in confusion.

“So, there’s a reason you’ve lived longer than you were destined to.” She spoke matter-of-factly, and you whipped your head around to see her directly addressing Gi-hun. “There’s a reason you were brought here.” Nobody spoke, confused and unnerved, ignoring her strange words and instead listening carefully as the intercom rattled off a list of eliminated players. Eventually, the door unlocked, and you headed back to the central platform, which was now painted with blood.

Dae-ho grabbed your hand as it started to spin again, now standing as a group of ten, waiting for the music to stop. It somehow still surprised you when it did, the motion of the carousel grinding to a halt almost knocking you over, and the speakers announced the number.

4

Your heart dropped. You’d have to split up, and if one of your group didn’t make it…

“You four, go, go…” Young-il said quickly, and before any of you had a chance to respond, he was lost in the chaos, shouting for three more players. You paused, trying to find him in the crowd, all of you frozen in shock, but Jung-bae snapped out of it first, grabbing Dae-ho’s arm and moving.

“We have no choice. Let’s go.” Dae-ho’s hand was tight around yours, dragging you to follow, and you grabbed a hold of Gi-hun, forcing him to move. You made it to a purple room, piling in quickly, but there were still 12 seconds on the clock, so Gi-hun stood in the doorway, eyes frantically scanning the crowd for any sign that Player 001 was safe.

“Do you think Young-il will be ok?” Dae-ho asked, voice shaking, and you squeezed his hand tighter, nodding furiously.

“He has to be.” Your voice was unwavering, but it was a front, your heart sinking further and further into your stomach as the time ticked down and Gi-hun still hadn’t caught a glimpse of him. As the clock hit 2 seconds, Jung-bae muttered his name quietly, pulling him inside, and shutting the door quickly. You heard it lock, and a deathly silence fell over the space. All you could do now was wait.

As the doors unlocked, you all hurried out, scanning the room and calling his name. You saw Player 120 and the rest of her team exit a room nearby, and you were relieved momentarily for them, making a mental note to stay near them the next round too.

“Gi-hun!” You heard a voice call behind you, and saw Young-il walking towards you all, a smile on his face. You breathed a huge sigh of relief, quickly moving towards him and giving him a big hug, so grateful that you were all still alive.

“I knew you were going to be ok!” Jung-bae exclaimed dramatically, patting him on the back as you released him. “I knew it! You’re not just anybody.” He laughed in response, grinning widely.

“I was worried.” Gi-hun said, looking at him intensely, tears in his eyes. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I’m a likeable guy, so I’m good at games like this.” He said lightly, but something in you thought he was downplaying it. Gi-hun was still yet to take his eyes off him, scanning him as though he had just woken up from a dream, coming to terms with the fact he was actually alive and well.

You stood together on the platform again, saying a quick hello and well done to Player 120 and her team. They were kind people, all expressing how glad they were that you were safe too, especially the older woman - Player 149 - who was arm in arm with her son. The music started once again, and you were more used to the movement. It stopped a lot quicker than you expected though, surprising you.

3

Fear flashed through you briefly, but there was also a clarity. A realisation. If that’s how terrified you had felt when Young-il wasn’t with you, how would you feel if you didn’t know Dae-ho was safe? If he couldn’t find a room in time? You swallowed, glancing at Gi-hun, but he was already looking at you. After your talk last night, you knew that he would understand the look in your eyes. I will not let any of them die for me to survive. I couldn’t live with myself. You nodded at each other silently in acknowledgement.

“Go.” You said firmly, and Dae-ho called your name, but you grabbed Gi-hun’s hand, quickly moving in the other direction with him to find a third player. You could hear his protests behind you as Jung-bae and Young-il dragged him towards a room, but you ignored them, tears in your eyes as you searched the crowd. You saw her at the same time; the mother, Player 149, frozen, staring at two other players who were forcefully dragging her son into a different room. You ran to her as fast as you could, Gi-hun just ahead, wrapping your arm around her tightly and forcing her to move as he went ahead and found a room for you. You made it with barely a second to spare, collapsing on the floor next to her in exhaustion.

“Are you alright?” Gi-hun asked her gently. She looked defeated, staring blankly at the wall, but she responded quickly as soon as she realised he was speaking to her.

“Oh. Oh, yes. Thank you. You two saved my life.”

“Not at all,” you replied, “you saved ours. I’m sorry you and your son got separated, but I saw him get into a room so at least you’re both ok.” She breathed a sigh of relief at that, grabbing your hand in both of hers.

“That’s wonderful, I didn’t quite see him get in so that’s such a relief. Thank you, thank you so much...”

As the door unlocked, you exited cautiously, scanning the room for the rest of your team.

“Mrs Jang!” You heard a voice cry out, and you watched with a smile as the two other members of her team ran up to greet her, enveloping her in a big hug.

“Goodness! I’m so glad you’re ok.” She exclaimed, holding them tight. You grabbed Gi-hun’s arm as you watched their reunion, touched. “You’re not hurt at all, are you?” She asked, looking over each of them closely as another player followed up behind them, and Player 120 gestured towards him.

“He saved our lives.”

“Mr. 246 here showed up when we were running out of time, just like Prince Charming!” He blushed and looked down as Player 095 spoke, a small smile on his face.

“Boy, you do look like a prince. Thank you so much!” Watching the interaction Mrs Jang had with her teammates was making you tear up a little. She viewed them as children, her love showing through in her actions so clearly.

“Not at all. These two saved my life.” Player 246 spoke up as she shook his hand warmly.

“Where’s Young-sik?” Player 120 asked, just noticing that she had been with you and Gi-hun rather than her son. But before she could answer, a quiet voice spoke up from just behind her.

“Mum…” He was frozen, breathing shaky, but she went up to him quickly, reassuring him as he broke down apologising. Player 120 asked what happened quietly, and you were in the middle of telling her when you heard a familiar voice call your name. You spun around to see Dae-ho nearly sprinting towards you, eyes red and bloodshot, scooping you up before you even had a second to register what was happening. His grip was vice-like, almost winding you as he held you flush to his body, burying his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands finding purchase in his hair and running through it soothingly, a few tears falling with relief.

“It’s ok, I’m ok. We both made it.” You muttered as he pulled back slowly, eyes scanning you for any signs of injury, hands moving from your back up to hold your face gently. You sighed into his touch as he wiped the tears from your eyes, your own hands resting lightly on his chest.

“Why did you do that?” He whispered, voice broken and raw, and it shattered your heart, but at least he was alive.

“I couldn’t lose you. I needed to make sure you were safe. I’m sorry.” Your hands bunched up into fists, gripping his shirt tight as he moved closer to you, resting his forehead to yours in a promise.

“Stay with me next time. I can’t… you can’t just…” You interrupted his broken rambles.

“I promise.”

Your fingers were laced together tightly as the movement started again, deja-vu hitting you, and you couldn’t help but wonder how many rounds were left of this hell. It stopped quite quickly again, lights cutting out as panicked murmurs rose up all around you.

6

There were ten of you in your little group now, and you felt yourself start to panic.

“4 women, 2 men, go!” Gi-hun shouted quickly, and Jung-bae asked which 2 men, but before that question could be answered, Dae-ho and Young-sik gathered you up, quickly pushing you towards a door. The first one you opened was full, the team inside screaming at you to leave, but you heard Player 120 calling to say she had found an empty room. You and Dae-ho made it in first, closely followed Young-sik and his mum. You glanced back out through the open doorway, and could see the four you’d left behind grabbing two people and heading towards a room of their own. You breathed a sigh of relief, the time ticking fast, but Player 120 stopped, looking back at all of you.

“Where’s Young-mi?” She asked. She stepped out from the doorframe, wildly looking for her, but before she could go any further, a player you didn’t recognise shoved her hard, moving into the room and slamming the door just as the clock reached zero. Shock rippled through you, and the realisation hit that one of their own was still outside. Her face appeared outside the door, tears in her eyes, and Player 120 ran straight to her, saying her name over and over and frantically trying to open the door. Then you heard the gunshot.

When the doors unlocked, everyone was quiet and despondent. You’d lost someone. You felt sorry for her teammates, of course you did, but you couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful that it wasn’t one of your own group. The player who had saved the rest of you was still trailing behind you, and you recognised him now as the guy who Young-il had saved on the first day - Myung-gi, or something like that. He already had a lot of enemies in here, and now he’d just gained one more.

The final round will now begin.

Dae-ho hadn’t once let go of your hand, and you were still standing side-by-side, arms pressed together. Myung-gi was standing just behind you awkwardly, trying to stay close to some people he knew, but keeping his distance from who he just betrayed.

“What do you think it will be this time?” Jung-bae asked nervously.

“Two.” Young-il replied, quick and definitive.

“Why?”

“There are 126 people left, and there are 50 rooms. So there won’t be enough rooms for everyone, only 100 hundred people. The rest will be killed.”

“If he’s right,” Dae-ho whispered, “the moment it’s announced we run straight forward to the first room we see, ok? No hesitating.”

“Ok.” You responded, gripping his hand tighter.

2

You didn’t stop for even a second, running straight past everybody else and towards the blue door ahead of you. He was faster than you, but only just, and his hand never left yours even though you were trailing behind. You made it to the door with time to spare, and you slammed it closed, throwing your bodies against it to prevent anyone from opening it before the time was up. You slid to the floor, using your feet to leverage your body weight, watching the time slowly tick and bracing for impact, but it never came.

The clock hit zero, and the door locked.

You immediately started crying, quickly moving from the door and throwing your arms around Dae-ho, hugging him tight as you waited for the guns to stop firing, so relieved that it was over. You sat back from him just slightly, hands finding purchase on his shoulders and listening carefully as they announced the eliminated players. You smiled widely when your team weren’t called, his hands finding grip on your forearms as he grinned back at you. You were inches away from each other now, your legs draped across his, exhausted breaths filling the space between you.

“We did it.” He whispered, hands moving to wipe your tears yet again. There was a tenderness in his eyes that was indescribable and warm, echoing your own feelings.

“Holy shit, we actually did it.” You laughed in disbelief. And in that moment, in your exhaustion and delirium, you couldn’t help yourself, hands gliding to the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his. It was brief, barely a kiss as you realised what you’d just done, letting him go and flushing bright red.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He cut you off by placing one finger across your lips gently. His hand moved to your chin, gently guiding you to face him. As soon as his eyes met yours, earnest and kind, you knew you hadn’t made a mistake. He kissed you then, slowly and tenderly. One hand wrapped around your waist to pull your body flush to his, and the other rested against your jaw, keeping you angled just how he wanted. Your hands settled in his hair, legs practically wrapped around his waist as you tried to get closer, needing more of him. All of him. You hummed against his lips in contentment, feeling him smile against you before pulling back for air. You were completely breathless, but your lips chased his regardless, and he laughed lightly.

“Beautiful, kind angel.” He whispered, pressing another feather light kiss to your lips. “We’re gonna make it out of here, you hear me? We’re going to get out, and I’m going to take you on a proper date.” You smiled, giddy at the feeling of his hand on your waist and his body against yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You pressed your lips to his again, earning a soft, affectionate groan. Then the door unlocked, and you sighed. You didn’t want to go out there, back to the other people, back to reality, back to the voting and games and politics of it all. You wanted to just stay in this tiny room until you could go home. But he moved first, giving you one last kiss before untangling his legs, quickly standing up before helping you. “Let’s go home.”

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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

[hardbeingcasual]

❛ 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.

uploaded.

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

[track11]

10 songs I’ve been gravitating towards lately <3 (ty for the tag !!)

Come in with the rain - Taylor Swift

Blue light - Mazzy Star

Go on - Sophie Thatcher

I still do - The Cranberries

Heavenly flow - Men I Trust

All i really want is you - The Marias

Movie star - Lizzy McAlpine

Maroon - Taylor swift

Ribbons - Ryan Beatty

Over those hills - Hayley Williams

Tags: (no pressure <33) @l4dybuglvr @vanpalmertruther @hardbeingcasual @servingfairydust @boopiemadz @lott1esgirl @sixteendiamonds

Tagged by - @beeboo-txt @pattisdollie @luvpone

list ten songs that have been in my head or ive been listening to a lot lately, then tag ten mutuals to do the same

This says so much about me</3

In my feelings - Lana Del Rey

One way or another - Blondie

Silver springs live on PBS in Boston 2004 - Fleetwood mac

Better than revenge (OG) - Taylor swift

TV - billie eilish

Night shift - Lucy dacus

Waiting room - phoebe bridgers

The prophecy - taylor swift

The bolter - taylor swift

Vampire Empire - big thief

Tags - @soldiergf @girlwith1braincell @cattypurrrnell @delusionalforolderwomen @luponesslvtt @awlwgeneraldinosaur @pattisl0ver @renyfisher @prim4donna @burgerpatti I'm so sorry if youve already been tagged or didn't want to be<3

[hardbeingcasual]

“wish you could see it’s been a rough ride.”

california nat scatorccio fem reader

♪ california, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

yj masterlist / masterlist

warnings. no actual warnings just : short oneshot not fully proof read.

about. you and Nat make plans for when you get rescued.

The sky glistened as you and Nat laid on the natures floor, staring up at it. The Yellowjackets decided to throw some sort of party, “Doomcoming” everyone called it, but you and Nat disappeared away from the rest of the group, though.

It was almost perfect, the soft wind blowing your hair everywhere, the cold air nipping at your skin and causing a shiver to go throughout your body. due to the close proximity you could feel Nat’s hair tickle your shoulder from where she was laying, but you didn’t seem to mind.

Nat clears her throat, making you whip your head to her, “So,” She moves on her side, leaning her elbow on the ground and her hand supporting her head so she can look at you, “If we were to get out of here, where would you go.”

You scoff, “Well, I’ll try to graduate school, and then…” You mockingly place a finger on your chin, pondering your choices, “I’d go to california.” You shrug almost nonchalantly, making Nat raise an eyebrow.

“California?” She observes your face for a hint of lie, but can’t seem to find anything, you nod in response, dragging your eyes from the sky to find her green ones.

You shrug, “I heard it’s nice.”

Nat nods along, “Okay, sure.” She keeps your stare, afraid if she looked away just for one second you would be gone too. Everyone seemed to be dying lately… she didn’t want you to join them. She traces her fingers over your hand, hesitatingly, before capturing your hand in hers, “We will go to California, together.”

Your heartbeat echoes in your eardrums as you feel her soft skin against yours, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay, sounds like a plan.” You spoke nervously, hoping she didn’t hear the shaking in your voice.

Natalie smiles down at you, her smile brightening like the moon above the both of you. You swore you could get lost in her smile. You copy her, a smile on your face as you match hers.

In this moment, you hope that soon you could go home, hand in hand with Nat and make your way to California.

You want to fulfill that promise one day, sooner or later. But you knew, you needed out of the wilderness now if you wanted to keep it.

𝓃otes!

i really didn’t know what to for california by bea but i’m desperate to continue this masterlist

requests r open !

[hardbeingcasual]

“how to be a real man.”

real man van palmer fem reader

about. your ex embarrasses you at a party and van steps in.

warnings. au yj (no crash). no taivan. reader isn’t aware of her sexuality. men. the ‘ex’ doesn’t have a name because he is irrelevant . cringe probably

♪ real man, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

yj masterlist / masterlist

You hated parties, the socialising.

You somehow found yourself at a highschool party, a red plastic cup in your hand, half filled with a random alcoholic beverage you didn’t even know the name of, all alone because your friends were god knows where. You watch as your ex drank the night away, a new girl on his arm, you scoffed at that, downing the contents of your drink, before going to refill the cup.

It’s just your luck that your ex… who happened to watch your figure retreating outside was now following you into the kitchen to the house — you didn’t know whose house it was but Jackie insisted you and the rest of the yellowjackets came to the party.

You start mixing random drinks that you didn’t even know could be mixed together in your red plastic cup, not noticing the dark presence at your side.

“Is all that really necessary?” He jokes, as he watches you pour the drinks together.

You roll your eyes at his aggregating voice, you nod. “Yeah, it’s to block out your irritating voice.” You snark back, noticing his angered expression you almost smirked to yourself in success.

Before you knew it, an argument had broken out, him shouting total nonsense to you as you awkwardly scratched your head waiting for him to shut up. “You broke up with me, remember? So don’t get so ratty with me—” He had the audacity to say that, considered he slept with another girl — the same girl who was on his arm moments ago, while you both were together.

You stared blankly at him, “Are you done?”

He got closer to you, pointing his finger at you “Don’t start—”

Van, your saviour steps in. Though you weren’t quite sure where she came from— like a knight in shining armor, “That’s enough, Man. Seriously get out of her face.” She declared, her head whipping back to you to check on you.

Your ex rolls his eyes, “Stay out of this, Vanessa. This little bitch—” He gets interrupted once again as Van suddenly punches him, crazily enough she knocked him to the floor. Guess he was not that strong enough. You stare in shock as his body goes tumbling but can’t help the drunken laugh that leaves your mouth. You look down to your red cup before drinking some of it and then— you pour the remaining on your ex’s body that was leaned against the kitchen counter.

You heard him shout at you, calling you a bitch or whatever but you didn’t care since Van was dragging you out of the house party, laughter leaving her lips as she pulled you down the street.

To your luck you just happened to live a few blocks away, your parents weren’t home, so you drag Van upstairs and into your bedroom.

You insist she sits on the bed so she does, you take her hand in yours as you sit next to her and inspect the bloodied knuckles. You tsk, but smirk slightly. “That was badass, I’ll admit.”

Van feels a sense of pride go through her veins at your words, “He had it coming to him, he was gonna lay his hands on you.”

“Well thank god you were there to protect me.” You smile softly, as you start to trail your hand from her hand slowly up her arm and to her face.

She gulps slowly at your touch, “What’re you doing…”

You shrugged, you looked at her differently than usual, maybe your drunken mind had finally opened your eyes and showed you how attractive she was.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your eyes trail down to her lips, before looking back into her eyes. Her eyes widening at your actions.

Your hand trailed down from her face to her neck. You felt each other getting closer as your faces became inches away from each other. You look at Van for some sort of confirmation to which she nods.

You lick your lips as you decide to make the move, pressing your lips against hers, your lips moulding together, like you were trapped together like glue.

You both pull away to catch your breaths. You lean your forehead against Van’s as you gaze into her eyes.

“I knew it was always you.” You could’ve sworn you were drunk off of love and not the alcohol.

Van chuckles as she tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m glad you figured it out.” She whispered softly, as she leaned in again to steal another kiss from you.

published 13/5/25 1:55am gmt

notes. probably so cringe but i really can’t sleep and i wanted to write for van <3 my fav. this isn’t my fav but i tried my best to write it !

[hardbeingcasual]

"And I'm sorry if I'm coming home too late."

coming home, nat scatorccio fem reader

♪ coming home, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

yj masterlist / masterlist

about. You and Nat do laundry.

warnings. based in s1. basically just fluff. not proof read. short n sweet

The wilderness had good days and bad days.

Today seemingly was one of the good days. The sun was shining down on you, your hair softly blowing in the wind, the breeze nipping at your skin and causing goosebumps to crawl up your arms and down your spine, making it shiver.

You and Nat were currently at the lake, not in the water, but right next to it, trying your best to wash your clothes but without soap it was impossible. You groan in frustration as you try to scrub at the t-shirt you were currently cleaning.

Nat raises her eyebrow from across from you – she didn’t seem to have any problems with the pile of clothes she was given. “Something wrong?” She teases as she watches you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance at the piece of clothing.

“This stupid stain won’t come out of this shirt.” You grumble in reply, making Nat smirk.

Nat decides to test the waters, “Oh I’m sure if you glare at it a little harder, your laser eyes will burn through it.” You look up from the shirt to Nat, annoyance still evident on your face.

You throw the shirt into the water, the impact making a massive splash, the water splashing Nat — The action making you drop your angry act, you let out a chuckle as you see the look on her face.

You’re too busy laughing at her to notice she was slowly getting up on her feet to get her revenge,

“You’re going to pay for that!” She playfully yells to you, you let out a squeal as she pushes you into the lake, splashing water onto you, you splash her back in defence but she wasn’t letting it down without a fight.

You splash her in the face, distracting her as you quickly get up, sneaking around her and jumping on her back.

“Oh, you little—” You cut her off as you kick your leg from where you were resident on her back, silencing her once again.

The air was filled with the noises of laughter and splashes of the water, you both forget where you were for a moment, like you weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere. Like it was just you and her.

Time seems to blend when you and Nat are messing around, you don’t even realise the sun had seemed to set and the sky was now painted orange.

Nat grins at you, now she has someone's shirt — Jackie’s maybe? — and was throwing it back and forth to you, a replacement for a ball since you didn’t have one. When she throws it at you, you catch the shirt with ease and you then throw it back to her, but it lands on her head. You laugh loudly at the way she just stood there awkwardly with a shirt on her head.

“Hey!” You hear someone yell, you both get startled by the yell, whipping your heads around to see Jackie standing there, her arms crossed. “What are you guys — Is that my shirt?” She asks, bewildered by the sight. You and Nat look at eachother with shock before bursting out laughing at her unamused stare.

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[hardbeingcasual]

“I’m not waiting any longer for you.”

post travis martinez fem reader

♪ post, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

yj masterlist / masterlist

about. after being rescued, nothing is the same

warnings. post crash yj. angst but eventual fluff. death. mentions of getting high. slight mention of cannibalism. normal stuff for yj

In the wilderness, a lot of people died, gruesomely.

Even during that you and Travis found solace in each other.

Before the crash you didn’t speak to him much, sure you’d strike conversation here and there but you didn’t think he was interested in talking to you. Until the crash happened, leading to him losing his dad, and then Javi, and then his mind.

You were there for him during it all. An invisible string pulling you closer makes you both inseparable. Laying on the green grass together, high out of your minds as the clouds fogged together and blended with the trees, your hands in eachothers hands without even realising, blaming it on whatever plants you had consumed.

But when you got rescued, he was distant.

You didn’t blame him at all, he lost his father and his brother, having to eat his brother’s remains and then go home to his mother filled with the guilt the wilderness caused.

But what you didn’t expect was to be shut out by him completely, you thought when you got home you would both still be there for eachother, holding him in your arms again, but in the comfort of your home this time, but it was the opposite.

Whenever you went and visited him at his house, he’d be laying in his bed facing away from you and the rest of the world. You weren’t sure if he was asleep or not so you turned away from his bedroom and passed his mother in the hallway who gave you a sympathetic but assuring smile.

He’ll come to you eventually. In his own time.

You tried to distract yourself as the days went by without Travis’ presence. You were starting to miss the comfort that he brought you.

When you were in the wilderness, you missed the sound of music, you missed watching TV, you even missed your mother waking you up early in the morning for school.

But right now, not even music and the television could distract you from your mind racing. You associated everything with the wilderness.

Your mother barely lets you outside alone. Fearing you would go missing once again. When you went to visit Travis, she’d be waiting outside in the car for you.

Obviously you were different when you got back, so was everyone else. You missed sleep most days, scared you were going to dream of what you did out there to survive, scared that you were going to wake up again there.

When you did sleep, you had to leave your door open, your mother insists. Like you currently.

Perched on your bedroom floor, the door opened, and your legs criss crossed as your headphones sat lazily on your head. You weren’t even paying attention to what was playing, you were just staring idly at the wall, your mind racing, hundreds of thoughts going through it. The one person you needed the most wasn’t available so you were all alone.

You move your gaze from the wall as you feel a presence join you on the floor. Travis. The person you were just thinking about. Your eyes meet his bloodshot ones as your eyebrows raise at his sudden presence.

It was like he read your thoughts. Like he heard your desperate pleas.

You take your headphones off your head, throwing them to god knows what. Travis almost laughs at that.

He looked a mess to say the least, but you didn’t care, because he was here, in front of you, alive in your room.

You place your hand on his face, his skin fragile like glass, bound to break any second now. Your hand fits perfectly on his face, like a puzzle piece.

His glossy eyes meet yours, “What’re you doing?” He croaks, like he hasn’t used his voice in weeks.

You shrug slightly, “Double checking that you’re actually here with me.” You reply, your voice hoarse from the tears that were pooling in your eyes.

He places his hand on top of yours that was resting on his face, his hand surprisingly warm as he looks you dead in the eye. “I’m always going to be here for you.” You frown at his words, almost feeling content again.

You move your hand from his face, bringing your arm around his neck, bringing him into your tight embrace. Scared to let go in case he left you like everyone else.

Here you were, at home, safe. Travis’ face in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapped around each other. A hug of trust. A sign that you will both be there for each other no matter the circumstances. Both of you are comfortable in the embrace of each other.

You finally got what you wanted.

published. 5/5/25 12:26am gmt

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[hardbeingcasual]

“days blend to one, when i’m on the right beaches.”

beaches jesse fem reader

♪ beaches, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

tlou!show masterlist / masterlist

about. due to the end of the world, you can’t exactly go to the beach, so jesse brings it to you.

warnings. none!

You sit boredly inside your home. The sun shining through the curtains, the sun radiating off of you. You were happy, Jesse got home from patrol soon, meaning he would be back in your arms in no time, meaning you would no longer be bored, since he will be in your presence again.

You look out your window, squinting at the sunlight that seeps through your curtain noticing a figure walking closer and closer to your front door. Jesse.

A massive grin finds its way onto your face as he politely knocks on your door, you give it a few moments, not wanting to seem desperate and open the door straight away.

You fix your clothes and your hair, and then you finally open the door. The familiarity hits you in the face — his scent, his presence, everything you’ve been looking forward to all day.

He smiles upon noticing the love sick grin on your face, before he pulls you into his arms. You breathe in a content sigh as you hug him back. Moments later you pull away, connecting your lips to his in a short but sweet kiss before you help him take his jacket off and hang it on the rack at your front door.

You both make your way to your living room, small talk suddenly filling the room — you ask him about his day and how his patrol went he simply says that it’s the ‘same old shit every day.’

Then, it’s almost like a light goes off in his head, “I just remembered, I got you something when I was out.” He chimed, you raised an eyebrow, curious to what he got you.

Usually he got you stuff on patrol — Jewelry, sweets, small trinkets, you name it. But this time it seemed different, he seemed excited to give you this.

He grabs his bag and pulls the object out of it, a sea shell?

You give him a puzzled look, “Uh, a sea shell?” You had no idea how and where he got this, but you were intrigued to say the least.

“It’s a conch shell,” He corrects you as he holds the shell in front of you, “If you put it to your ear, it will sound like the waves of the ocean, like you’re at the beach.”

You stare at him awe-struck, surprised he remembered such a small detail you mentioned so long ago.

Back around when you and Jesse were friends — before you understood your feelings for eachother, you told him how you always wanted to go to the beach, you read about it in books and you yearned to be in the sand, running through the salty water. But due to the apocalypse it was dangerous to go, if anything the beach would be swarmed with infected.

He gets closer to you now, putting the conch shell up to your ear, you let out a laugh of shock as you hear the waves in your ear.

You can almost imagine it — the waves and the wind tickling your skin. You and your friends drinking and laughing at jokes you all make, you and Jesse making sandcastles… even though it seems childish but you were happy, Ellie stomping on your castle as she laughs at the look on your face, Dina jokingly scolding her girlfriend. If your smile could get any bigger, it would.

You look into your boyfriend's eyes, you can see the love in them as he looks back at you. “I love it so much!” You exclaim, bringing him into a hug, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

notes… i actually hate the beach anyways! this came to me in a dream

published… 14/5/25 11:43 GMT