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Pond VS an Ocean - Bob Reynolds x Reader - Part 4 of Thunder and Lullabys

Warnings/content: Idiots in love, hurt/no COMFORT, eventual smut I promise Words: 2k is short i'm sorry Let me know on THIS post if you wanna be added to the tag list pretty please

It had been an hour since Bob had agreed to be The Sentry, but still he was getting nowhere with answers.

“Where is y/n?” He asked for the 3rd time in the last 30 minutes.  The stylist dying his hair did not answer, and neither did any of the other people in the room.

“Is he ready to be rinsed yet?” A firm voiced asked, and Bob turned his head to look up at Valentina as she entered the room, phone in hand and determination in her walk.

Bob had enough, frustration coursing through his body, slamming his fist on the vanity in front of him and making all the products- glass bottles and all- smash simultaneously. Pieces flew everywhere, hitting the ground and the mirror in front of him.

“Robert-,” Valentina starts in a warning tone and Bob almost shrinks back, but thinks better of it, standing up instead.

“Where is she? I’ve been ignored for the last hour and I need to know!” If Bob wasn’t so angry, he’d almost be proud of himself for standing up despite the circumstances.

“Robert.” Valentina says again, leaving no room for him to interrupt in her tone. “SHE’S SAFE. But not exactly relevant right now.”

Bob fumes at her words, hands balling into fists a distinct hum filling the air that seems to shake the glass shards on the vanity. There is a fine line Bob is walking with Y/n. A desire he can’t quite place and a need he doesn’t know how to describe to anyone except maybe her.

“She’s…she’s relevant to me.” Bob’s voice is quieter than he wants it to be, but Valentina takes pity on him, sending a look to the rest of the room and clearing it within a matter of seconds.

“Okay,” Valentina starts once more and Bob looks at her blankly.

“Okay?” He echoes.

“You can see her. But you need to be completely and 100% ready to be Sentry before the end of the hour.”

Bob looks up at the clock on the wall behind him. 2:35. 25 minutes to see her and get ready.

He barely has to think of his answer.

“Deal.”

***

When Valentina enters your room again, you are curled up in a ball on the floor beside the bed you woke up in a few hours ago. You had tried the doors multiple times when you’d been left alone, but nothing budged. You were being kept in here for a reason.

You didn’t acknowledge her as she came and sat on the bed, her feet resting next to your head.

“Pond vs ocean huh?” You say weakly, clearly referring to the broken glass jug and cup beside your bed.

It had taken you ages – a desperate attempt to use the powers you were told were minuscule. To prove that you were worth it.

Valentina sees right through you, letting out a sound you could almost mistake as a scoff.

“How long did it take you to break the glass?” Valentina’s question is not kind, and she clearly means to demean you. But you don’t have energy in you to bite back at her question.

“45 minutes.” You admit, not bothering to hesitate in your answer, knowing it’ll come out either way.

Valentina takes a breathe. “Darling, Robert can do that within a second. I’m sorry, but you’re just not special enough for this project. It’s honestly just a miracle you’re alive. And keeping you around means keeping Robert down…he’s broken enough and I’m doing everything I can to mold him.”

Mold him.

You can barely speak at what she says, words stinging so bad your eyes blink tears into existence.

“I need to see him.” You say, sitting up from the floor and trying to will confidence into your voice. Judging by Valentina’s pitying face, you fail.

But instead of another stinging remark, she just rolls her eyes. “You two are like lovesick puppies,” She stands up before you can reply and you feel your face heat up as she walks away, leaving you in a crumbled heap on the floor.

She walks across the room to open the door, and you are incredibly surprised to find a now blonde and skeptical looking Bob, staring back at you as he steps into the room.

“10 minutes.” Valentina says firmly to Bob, and you are taken aback when he gives her a firm nod.

The door slams behind her and you are left with blonde-haired Bob and the heavy silence of the room.

Bob is the one to (surprisingly) to speak first.

“You have powers too?”

You stare at him from the floor, surprised.

“You’re the one with the powers.” You reply.

Bob almost looks like he’s about to smile. Is he proud? “Yea. I’m the successful Sentry project.”

The words unintentionally hit you like a slap to the face.

‘And you’re not.’ Valentina’s unspoken words ring in your ears, and you almost don’t notice as Bob finally realizes you are sitting in and surrounded by broken glass, hurrying over to help you.

“Shit y/n, get off the damn floor.” Bob says as he gently pulls you from the floor and into a sitting position on the bed.

Only when you tune back in do you realize his arms are still around you. Warm, secure. A part of you wants to hold onto him too- forget about everything and hold him. You don’t know where the urge to do so comes from. You know now you were with him during the trials. But not much else. You remember bits and pieces; softly spoken words and hands in your hair as you writhed and cried out in pain.

“Bob, I-,” You start, but Bob quickly cuts you off.

“I’m glad you’re safe. They wouldn’t let me see you.”

“Me either.”

“But I- I don’t have long.”

The words surprise you, and you can’t help but stare at him.

“Don’t have…long?” Your voice breaks slightly and you try not to cry- the weight of the day already hitting you harder than you wanted to admit to anyone except for him. Except now…you’re not sure if you would tell him.

His hands slide off of you, coming down to hold your hands between you. You have an urge to pull away.

“Yea,” Bob nods. “I’m the Sentry and in order to see you I had to promise I was ready to start today.”

“Start? As in, be their super hero?” You don’t mean for the question to sound so…mean? But it comes across that way telling by the way Bob flinches. “Bob…I think Val is-.”

“Don’t. Please- this is finally something good and I-,” Bob grips your hands tighter and you look up at him, confused by the defense.

“She’s manipulating you.” You say plainly, and Bob finally pulls his hands away, turning in on himself and looking downwards. You want to reach for his hands again.

“No, she thinks I’m special.”

“So do I, Bob.”

“You don’t believe in me though.”

The words almost feel like they actually physically hit you and you recoil- stunned at his words.

“Bob, what-,” But he doesn’t let you finish, standing up from the bed and your body turns to follow him as he paces around the main part of the room. Back and forth like a pendulum as he mutters to himself and wrings his hands. The urge to hold him grows greater.

You look across the room at your reflection in the vanity mirror, and see a scared and desperate person, trying to convince someone of something they already believe in. You look like you’re constantly about to burst into tears.

“Bob!” You shout suddenly, and he doesn’t jump- only stops and turns to you, slowly. He doesn’t reply, and you stare back at him. “Bob, please listen to me.” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

“Y/n, you don’t understand! I’m special! I got these powers because I wanted to help people- remember I said that? During the trials, you asked me all the time, why why why why? My answer was that I wanted to be better. Well here I am!” He throws his arms out as if putting himself on display for you- almost like he’s puffing his chest out to look bigger. To feel bigger.

Tears sting your eyes as he speaks and you are even more surprised when he moves forward, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your face in both of your hands- his touch warm but you still flinch.

“Y/n, please try to understand- I’m finally special! I need to do this! And I can’t- you can’t be- Val says-,” Bob can’t get any of his sentences out but you know exactly what he’s saying. He can’t see you. He can’t be with you. He can’t-

You jump when the door opens, and Valentina is there again- ruining absolutely everything from the start.

“I’m sorry,” Bob says, letting go of your face and standing up straight. You surprise yourself by reaching out for his hands again- but he’s stepping away before you can. Valentina smiles smugly, clearly proud of her manipulation and how she has begun to mold Bob into the perfect hero- strings attached so she can pull them however she likes.

“Robert, time to go.” She says, and Bob nods quickly, leaving you even as you stand up, panicked. “Sit down y/n.” She sends a glare your way, and you can’t help but follow orders.

You watch as Bob leaves, tears stinging your eyes as you want to call out to him to stop. But you know it’s useless.

Valentina sends you a clear, smug look as she closes the door behind them both, the sound of the lock echoing through the room and solidifying the decision that Bob has been driven to made.

You don’t know how long you stay there- long enough for your legs to feel numb as you stay in the same position for enough time. Long enough to think about your worth to Bob- to him in the trials, to him now. Long enough to think about how Valentina will dispose of you.

But you are definitely surprised when you sit there long enough to hear shouting and rumbling sometime later- but not even the noise is persuading you enough to try and break the lock.

It’s only when an a deafening crash pierces your ears and shakes your room do you finally stand up, alert and ready but without a plan.

Fuck it, you think to yourself- finally willing your body to move quickly towards the door, trying the handle and finding it unsurprisingly locked. A shove against the door stings your shoulder and it doesn’t move an inch, simply rattling the door and making a loud noise you are scared will attract attention.

Frustration builds, and something inside of you coils- around and around until it feels like it is going to snap.

“Fuck sake!” You shout, stepping away from the door, and rattling the door handle with all your might. When there’s still no give and you feel another crash- your entire body feels like it’s about to burst.

You feel on fire- electricity pushing it’s way through you as you stare at the door, determined and holding your hand out towards the door knob.

“Okay y/n focus.” You mutter to yourself, not letting yourself lose the frustration and anger still coiled around your insides, pushing and pulling and burning with a sensation that makes you almost want to scream.

So that’s exactly what you do.

You scream.

And the doorknob completely breaks- brass literally melting away as the door unlatches- lock melting away too.

You can’t believe it. You actually did it.

Your body is still burning- but the coil has snapped, and there’s no fixing it. You breathe heavily, hands on your knees as you close your eyes and try to subside the burning pain from inside you and try to focus.

Because another crash tells you Bob needs you.

And you need him.

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you guys are too good to me

*me writing fanfic* this is just disgusting- ultimate smut- who am i if not a vile excuse for a human being to come up with such sins

*me reading fanfic* absolutely artful. how can i send this author a cookie bouquet for their beautiful service

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Why are you holding on? - Bob Reynolds x reader - Part 3 of Thunder and Lullabys

Warnings/content: Mentions of trials, Bob is a lovesick puppy, idiots in love, eventual smut Words: 2.1k is short i'm sorry Let me know on THIS post if you wanna be added to the tag list pretty please

“…and you two will remain together, and behind me, got it?”

“uhh..y/n?”

You look up from where you’re half sat against the wall, looking up at Bob who has his hand on your arm- the touch warm on your skin.

You realize everyone else is looking at you- Walker, Ava, Bob, Yelena. You weren’t listening.

“Yes sorry-“ You perk up, trying to remember what was last said to you. “Bob and I stay together and behind…” You look up, not sure who was the one who spoke.

“Me.” Yelena says annoyedly, but there’s little aggression in her voice.

“Right.” You tune out again as Bob’s hand slides down your arm, grabbing your hand. You are surprised by the boldness of his touch- not just in general but in front of the others. You still barely know each other.

Everything is a blur- Walker arguing about going out fighting, Yelena being inches away from slapping him up the head, Ava trying to understand how any of this plan is going to work. You don’t even comprehend people are moving, going places until Bob pulls you along with him, hand firm around yours.

“Hey, you okay?” He whispers to you as he pulls you along beside him to follow Yelena quickly down a corridor, into a room filled with buttons and switches. She immediately starts tearing glass doors open, flipping switches repeatedly while looking back to check you are both staying put.

“Are both of you okay?” Yelena says, looking at more of the switches.

Bob looks at you expectantly as you stare at them both.

“Uh-yea. I guess.” You answer, and Bob nods slowly, hand leaving yours to nervously grab around his own.

“Okay good because I need you both to be alert for this next part.” You are not registering what Yelena is saying until she is pulling you both close to a wall, your body flush against it as she shushes you both harshly for even breathing.

“What was that?” You hiss, referring to the sound of gunshots coming from down the hallway.

“I told him to wait!” Yelena harshly whispers to herself, assuming she could only mean Walker.

“Wait for what?” You ask, terrified to be put through another ordeal again already.

Yelena takes a breathe, looking at you and Bob. “Okay. You two. Stay put. I’m going out, hopefully Ava has the truck, and Walker hasn’t totally screwed us over-.” She says the last part more to herself than you both, and she doesn’t wait for a reply before sprinting down the hallway.

“Holy shit, what do we do?”  You ask, on the point of hysterical as the sound of gunshots continue. You are trying to not actually cling to Bob, but he is surprisingly calm.

“Hey, hey it’s fine, she said stay put, right? So we stay put.”

There is silence between you, just the absent noises of you both breathing with anxiety, and the sounds of gunshots and distant yelling.

“Who do you think…” Bob starts to ask, but he’s clearly not sure how to finish.

“Is shooting? Or being shot at? I’m not sure.” You finish for Bob. “Maybe whoever…called all of them into the vault? Or whoever.. put…us? In there?”

Bob freezes, clearly unsure how to respond to that. Whether that’s because he knows more than you do about before you woke up- you’re not sure. But either way, he doesn’t speak again.

Neither of you speak, until someone else does, and you both are too scared to even continue breathing.

“Down here!” A voice calls out and you both freeze behind the wall, turning to look at each other slowly.

You mouth for Bob to be quiet, and he nods frantically, grabbing your hand as the sound of footsteps increases as they get closer to the room. Shit, shit SHITTT!

Your heartrate increases, sweat building as you hear them grow closer and closer.

Right as you see a gun round the corner barrel first, and you try to decide if tackling the guy in black tactical gear would make any difference, someone else tackles the guy, and he tumbles to the ground. You realize it’s Walker, and you look away as John beats and then shoots the man in the head.

“Jesus Christ.”  You say as Walker stands up, grey shield in hand.

“Come on you two, we gotta go!” Walker doesn’t wait for you to reply before running down the hallway, and when Bob doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to thank him for earlier by grabbing his hand and pulling him along quickly around the corner and into the hallway. You keep him close to you as you both stay low and fast behind Walker.

“Feel like I should have grabbed that guy’s gun.” Bob mumbles and you’re not sure if it’s to himself or you.

You run out into the front room behind Walker and pause when you see Yelena standing there, her own tactical gear that matches the man from before.

“Um…” You start, but Yelena is quick to cut you off.

“No time. Smoke bombs in a minute. Bob stay close to me, y/n stay with Walker. Get to the truck.” Yelena says.

“60 seconds, we take the gap, hope Ava has the truck.” Walker adds.

“You mean we don’t know where we’re going?” Bob asks, clearly stressed.

There is silence as everyone looks at him, including yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time today you didn’t have a solid plan.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You try to be brave, gripping Bob’s hand with so much force you think you might accidentally break it. But he clearly doesn’t mind, letting you squeeze as much as you need to.

The rest is a blur. Smoke fills the room you are in. And you are forced to let go of Bob’s hand in order to stay close behind Walker, following his shady through the smoke as you pull your shirt over your nose in order to not cough and give away your location.

“We’re almost there.” Walker whispers back to you, and you hold on to that. Being away from Bob has your heart beating fast and mind racing. It’s like he’s a part of you- a half you’re not sure when you lost. But you need him- and something in your brain says it’s not the first time you have.

You continue following Walker, but when you turn to see if Bob is still with Yelena, you lose everyone.

“Walker?” You try to harshly whisper, but you’re afraid of making too much noise.

That’s when you hear a familiar woman’s voice yell, “There!”, and a pair of arms grab you, and you are quick to scream at the absolute top of your lungs.

“Fuck off, let me go!” You scream, but a hand flies over your mouth, and before you can struggle more, something sharp hits your neck, and you scream behind the hand as your body becomes woozy.

The last thing you remember is people screaming and gasping, surprised yells and your head finally hitting the ground. Again.

***

“These are the other people going through the clinical trials.” The person in scrubs said, leading you into the room where 3 other people sat.

“Uh… thank you.” You reply, and you receive no response as you step in the room and the door all but slams behind you, and you can’t mistake the sound of the lock that echoes in the room. You stand there awkwardly, looking at the people in the room. A soft-ish looking man in pyjama-like clothes like yours, clearly anxious and curled in on himself.

A woman and another man sit on the opposite side of the room together, muttering quietly and consistently to each other enough that you decide you shouldn’t interrupt them, and take a seat one chair apart from the man you spotted first.

He looks up at you slightly as you sit down, giving you a very short but still very kind smile.

You jump on it, hoping to strike some type of conversation to ease some anxiety stirring in your tummy.

“Um- hi.” You wait for him to look up at you again before sticking your hand out towards him. “My name is Y/n.” You stare at him, hoping, praying he’s not crazy and you didn’t just sit next to the wrong person.

But he eases everything inside of you when his warm but anxious smile appears again, and he takes your hand in his, clasping it loosely. “Bob.”

“Nice to meet you Bob.”

You let the silence settle between you both again, looking at him as he puts his head down again, and you realize some of demeanor is clearly boredom.

“How long you been in this room?” You decide to ask, hoping you don’t antagonize him.

“I have to guess a few hours at most. You and the doctor that I saw just before are the first people I’ve seen all day besides those two over there.” Bob says, nodding his head to the pair still muttering to each other. Not having stopped since you came in.

“Oh, I see. Well that’s shit.” You say plainly, and you are surprised when Bob lets out a laugh, his features lighting up.

“Yea, it kind of is. What did you say your name was again?” Bob says, turning in his seat and clearly giving you his full attention. You straighten up, suddenly under his gaze and heat hitting your cheeks.

“Y/n.” You smile at him and he returns it.

“Well I hope we get to stick together than Y/n. If I’m honest, this kind of thing freaks me out and I’d like…a friend.”

You stare at him, surprised by his candidness. “Me too, Bob.”

***

“Hey!” You yell at a doctor as they run past your room, and you see their silhouette through the frosted glass. You are relieved when they stop, tapping the glass from the outside to make it clear so you can see each other.

“Yes?” The doctor asks, looking annoyed and offended you are speaking to him. Like you are below him.

“Where is Bob?” You interrogate, and you fume when the doctor looks confused.

“Who?”

“BOB! The other man that stays in this room with me? One of the only other people fucking here!” You are angry- it’s been nearly a whole 24 hours since you last spoke to Bob, and he’s still not back in the (sort of) safety of his shared room with you, in the bunk under yours.

“Oh. You’ll be staying in this room by yourself for a little bit. He’s busy.” That’s all the doctor gives you, and before you can protest, they tap the glass and they disappear.

You actually scream at the lack of information, terrified and worried for your friend.

Please come back.

***

Your head is pounding as you roll over, using the momentum to sit up. “Fuck my head…” You mutter, cradling it as you blink and try to get used to the brightness in whatever… room you’re in.

“Hi.” A voice says, and you jump, sitting up straighter on the… are you in a bed? You look around the room frantically, seeing a woman with beautiful brown hair, white strips through it in elegant waves. She is sitting at a chair across from your bed, and you are surprised by her…warmth.

“Hello?” You manage to get out, voice hoarse.

“Oh, here-.” The woman gets up, walking over to the bedside table next to you, pouring you a glass of water from the jug sitting there.

“Um- thank you,” You mutter, lifting the glass to your lips. It is cold and crisp, and you nearly moan at the feeling of it sliding down your throat.

She smiles at you, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable.

You suddenly sit up, remembering what happened before you passed out.

“Wait- I have friends.” She doesn’t look surprised, but doesn’t say anything or interrupt you. “Yelena. Bob- shit where is Bob?” You ask, stressed and throwing your legs out over the bed, but you are wobbly, and instantly sit bac down again.

Again, the woman doesn’t look surprised at this, and gives you her best “kind” smile.

“We will discuss that. The other’s aren’t a worry for you anymore, don’t worry! And Bob- well. We think it’s best if you two stay permanently separated.”

Permanently?

Separated?

“No, there’s been a mistake we’re not dangerous- we’re friends and-.”

“Sweetie if I’m honest, he’s an ocean and you are a pond. Your power is miniscule compared to his and I need you out of the picture right now. Don’t worry, I’ll have a good role for you but until-.”

You don’t hear the rest of what she says because your ears are ringing, fuming with the idea that someone is keeping your only friend away from you for no good reason.

And you just have the smallest feeling Bob is somewhere in the same building feeling the exact same thing.

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i have writer’s block. any drabbles for bob recommendations? or rhett abbott? please i cant make up any ideas right now my brain is stuck

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i’m sorry for not writing/updating for a few days, i unfortunately have had gastro and i want the entire world to end and bring me with it at the moment!!

i’ll do an update of the Bob series in a day or two 🥹

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Touch - Bob Reynolds x reader - Part 2 of Thunder and Lullabys

Find the first chapter here

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of needles/injections,future smut, not in this chapter, idiots in love Words: 2.4k If you wanna be tagged lemme know x

You are writhing in pain, squirming around looking for a way out of the senstations and feeling like there is nothing in the entire world that could tether you back. But he is there, standing above you.

“It hurts-” you mutter, and there’s a hand in your hair, shushing you. The bright lights of the lab are forcing you to keep your eyes closed as the person gently runs their fingers through your hair.

“I-I dunno what they gave you today. I’m sorry. But you’re okay and I’m here,- hold my hand.” You hear his voice, and then there is a light touch on your open palm, giving you the chance to flinch away, as if he’s terrified that’s the most likely outcome.

But you don’t flinch. You grab it weakly, letting him stroke your hair as you writhe in pain from whatever it is that happened to you today. You’re not always conscious for the trials you do- they don’t always need you to be. But today they insisted. And Bob was only allowed near you when the doctors had stopped injecting you with chemicals.

“Bob-” You sob weakly in pain, and you feel him push his forehead to yours-

“Y/n?”

***

You gasp awake, trying to snap out of…whatever that was. 

It’s like I was there again. But I still don’t…he’s still not clear.

You hear groaning. Whether it’s you or someone else, you don’t really know yet. Your head is pounding- ears softly ringing with tinnitus, you’re not sure if it will ever go away. You blink slowly, trying to understand what you just saw and try to feel what you are lying on. Soft and warm.

But that’s when you hear the groaning again and realise it’s coming from beneath you.

“Owe…” Bob groans, and you look down in surprise to see his brown hair thrown wildly over his face, only just being able to see his bright blue eyes beneath it. You hold eye contact for a moment, shocked that he’s so close, before you hear the others waking up and recoil in embarrassment.

What…?

Oh. 

The explosion.

You finally roll off him, muttering jumbled apologies that aren’t quite proper sentences. Your face is warm, and you convince yourself it’s from the explosion. Book looks as if he’s feeling the exact same thing.

“Guys? You okay?” A voice says, and you recognise it as Yelena. You don’t know if she’s talking to you or someone else, but a sudden, gentle hand on your shoulder makes you jump, and you look up at her. Her white hair is very similar to Bob’s- tousled wildly and ridden with smoke.

“Huh?” You mutter, still trying to understand what is going on.

Was I back in the lab?

“Great, she’s got a concussion,” A man’s voice, you think you remember (Walker?), says, but Yelena shushes him almost immediately when he speaks.

“Hey,” Yelena puts her hand to your face, cupping it delicately, and you look into her eyes, a surprising warmth to them. “Are you alright? Do you know where you are?”

You look around the room, at Bob still on the ground but slowly sitting up, at Walker and Ava standing across the room, and back at Yelena.

“I don’t know where as in the country or place, but I do know I woke up seemingly 10 minutes ago in….there.” You push the words out, lifting your hand to point at the metal door that is (thankfully) now closed.

“She’s fine,” Yelena says, smiling and standing up to give you her hand to try and stand. You look at it for a moment before clasping it as firmly as you can, letting her hoist you up and hold your shoulders for a moment longer after you’re upright to make sure you don’t end up straight back onto the floor.

Once you are settled (well as much as you can be after a room exploding) you look over at Bob, and are startled to find that he is staring at you. It’s almost like he’s trying to…figure me…out?

Bob catches himself staring, shaking his head to clear himself before letting Yelena help him the same as she did you.

“Well what now?” Ava says.

“Thank god you came back, I was worried.” Walker is almost smiling.

Ava rolls her eyes, walking around to inspect the rest of the room we were now all stranded in. “I had to. Someone cut the power source to the elevator.”

You know she is implying that is the only reason for which she came back to open the door- but nothing about her tone suggests she would have genuinely let any of you die in that wildfire of a room.

“Well good luck finding our fucking way out of here now,” Walker says, exasperated and clearly angry. “How do we even know Valentina wants to kill all of us? What if it’s just some of us? I’m trying to imply not me.”

“I’m sorry, were you not present in the giant INCINERATOR THAT TRIED TO COOK US ALL?!” Yelena slowly raises her voice till she is in Walker’s face.

“Sorry, I was too preoccupied to discuss it before.” Walker shrugs.

“Preoccupied with what?” Yelena interrogates.

You are surprised when Walker points directly at you and Bob, who you now find is directly at your side. “Trying to figure out what the fuck these two were in there for? You ever think they were supposed to die in there? What if they’re criminals! I mean, look at them!” Walker ends his rant by gesturing to your pyjama-hospital-like clothing. 

The next thing you hear is a sound you didn’t expect to hear at all.

Bob is laughing. A proper little chuckle that runs through his body, his shoulders shaking as he lets his body actually laugh. You can’t help but let your face light up, warmth spreading through you at the sight. It’s short lived.

“What is so funny?” Walker asks, stepping closer to the both of you. You are surprised when Bob steps forward only ever so slightly to be in front of you, almost guiding you behind him. You’re almost able to convince yourself you imagined it.

“Sorry sorry- it’s just…You were really Captain America?” Bob says, gesturing to his shield. Walker looks confused and a little stunned.

“Yes? Why is that so funny?” Walker raises an eyebrow.

Bob lets out a little laugh again. “It’s just- you’re an asshole.” 

You can’t help the little laugh that comes out of you too- and Bob looks like he’s about to join in when it happens too fast for you to register.

Walker is shoving you roughly out of the way, pushing Bob against the back wall by his throat and the back of his head hitting the concrete wall with a thud.

“Woah, hey!” You jump into action immediately, shoving your way in between the two of them, trying but failing to unlodge Walker’s hand from Bob’s throat. You feel better just being in front of Bob, like he was with you moments ago (Right?), but you know it would be far more helpful to actually do something. 

You look at Yelena for support, pleading with your eyes- but you don’t need to- she is already in motion, striding across the room as Ava stands to the side, watching the entire ordeal from the safety of her corner.

You feel slightly lightheaded at the exchange, the rush of the moment causing you to sway slightly.

“Walker, enough.” Yelena is firm, and Walker doesn’t reply- staring holes into Bob, who is stoic in return, hands on Walker’s arm to try and pry him off himself. When he doesn’t reply, Yelena grabs his arm, and Walker finally lets her pull him away. 

Bob slumps down as Walker lets him go, and you quickly grasp his shoulders to prevent him from going down to the floor.

As soon as you touch him, you feel it- the rushing and darkness overtaking your mind again. 

But as quickly as it appeared, it lets go as Bob pushes himself up and away from you, sending you a calming smile that almost makes you forget that he just pushed you away. 

What was that? God, my head.

“Okay we really need to- did she look like that before?” Ava is questioning something when her voice turns to you, and you realise she’s pointing directly at your face.

“Did- what-.” You try to answer, but the words don’t come- dizziness setting in as you sway on your feet again- but this time dangerously close to falling. 

“Y/n- hey you’re okay, here I’ve got you-” You recognise Bob’s voice beside you as you heavily fall backwards, but soft arms catch you before you hit a cold hard ground. 

Who said that to me last time?

“I-” You try again, but you can’t form thoughts, let alone coherent words or sentences.

“Help what’s wrong!” Bob’s voice is panicked and you’re not even sure why.

You blink, seeing Yelena and Ava standing over you as you lie gently on the ground in Bob’s arms. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you see black right as you hear Yelena say, “I think she’s about to pass-.”

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For the second time in an hour, you wake up gasping, the warm hands cradling your face jumping off immediately as you sit up frantically, heart racing and looking around wildly.

“Holy shit- you’re okay- it’s just me! It’s Bob!”

You pause at the familiar voice, turning around to see Bob sitting cross-legged behind you. You do the math and realise you must have been lying with your head in his lap, his hands gently holding your face. It’s so tender and sweet you almost want to cry. 

Why would he care so much? I don’t even know him.

“Are you…are you alright?” Bob’s voice brings you back and you turn to face him, still sitting on the floor. You notice the others aren’t here immediately and the location has…changed.

“Um- I-,” You pause, taking a breathe. “Yes. I mean I think so. I’m okay. But where-where are we? Where are the others? What happened? How did I get here? Are the others-”

You are suddenly caught off guard by Bob’s warm hands on your face again, trying to calm you as he shushes you gently. 

“Woah okay, one at a time- it’s okay.” Bob says gently, and his voice fills you with such a warmth that you’re not sure what to do.

“Okay.” You nod, and Bob smiles, suddenly becoming self-conscious that he is touching you so…intimately that he blushes and pulls his hands away. “‘Where are the others’ is the important one. Let’s start with that.”

Bob fidgets with his hands in his lap, like he’s afraid of telling you. “They are…getting ready to fight. They’re coming up with a plan and they wanted me to stay with you because you…blacked out. For like a whole 20 minutes.”

“20-I’m sorry, 20 minutes? What even happened, how did we get…here? Up, down?”

“Up. And it’s a…long story. Painful movements up an elevator shaft. Yelena and Walker carried you.”

“Um…how did you get up an elevator shaft without an elevator.”

Bob goes red with embarrassment. “Um- don’t worry about it.”

Silence falls upon you both. Until, suddenly, you start to laugh. Hysterically, full belly laugh, clutching your chest as your entire body is ridden with giggles that begin to burn your chest. 

“What’s so funny?” Bob is smiling at you, confused, but the joy is contagious.

“I cannot stop thinking about all the ways that you guys made your way up an elevator shaft. Surely you didn’t do that thing where you link arms and push upwards with your backs, right? We did that once at youth camp when I was younger, but it was only with two people. I suppose it could work- or maybe you’d fall without coordination.”

Bob goes silent, and you start laughing again, knowing now you hit the nail on the head with your guess. 

“Stop that’s HILARIOUS!” You can’t help the giggles that are spilling out of you still, and soon Bob is joining in, laughing hard on the floor next to you. By the time you both come down from them, your faces are red, and your tummy hurts from laughing so hard. 

“Oh geez- I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. So stupid.” You admit, and Bob shakes his head, a small laugh escaping him.

“Don’t be. It was really funny. Just not in the moment.”

An awkward silence falls on you again but it’s more comfortable than the last few times. Content, almost.

“Hey I…I wanted to ask you something.” You speak up, and Bob looks up at you with curious eyes. 

“Yea?”

“What happened to you to wake up in a box?”

Bob is stunned. “I um…what happened to you?”

You pause. 

Taking a breathe, you look at him and you both respond simultaneously.

“Lab,” Bob says.

“Experiments.” You admit.

“Oh.” Bob replies, looking at you carefully. “So you…you were experimented on?”

“I signed up for it. Technically speaking.”

“Wait. Someone…someone was with me.” Bob looks away, staring off into the distance as if his memory is running away from him, and he has to keep his eyes on it.

“Huh?” You are confused, analysing his body language.

“There was a person with me, sometimes. She would comfort me. And I would do the same. Sometimes I would-” Bob can’t finish his sentence because you immediately cut in.

“Hold her hand.” You finish, and you both can’t help but stare at each other in complete awe, confusion and…something else. 

“You?” Both of you say, staring at each other so intently as if trying to will yourselves to remember the events.

“I-I thought you looked-” But now you can’t finish your sentence, because the sound of rapid footsteps, three people, and a voice cutting in all make you stop.

“Great, you’re awake. Get ready-we’re about to try and escape Valentina.” Yelena speaks, eyeing both of you still sitting on the ground, close together, knees touching. You blush at the realisation you are so close, but Bob doesn’t move. So neither do you.

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You Seem Familiar - Bob Reynolds x reader - Part 1 of Thunder and Lullabys

Warnings/Tags: Bob and reader both throw up when they wake up, no details, future smut, not in this chapter, idiots in love, first chapter

Words: 2.2k If you wanna be tagged lemme know x

A humming noise jolts you awake, and you have barely any time to get any words out before you’re exposed to a bright light in your face, retinas feeling like they’re on fire.

“B-Bob…” You croak, your voice hoarse from lack of use, trying to remember the last events that lead to…where are you? You don’t even know why you say it, the name just coming to your brain immediately like it was the last thing you said before you passed out. When did you pass out? Your skin tingles everywhere, ears ringing from the humming noise that awoke you, pins and needles stabbing your hands and feet from lying down so long. How long had you been in here? God I’m fucking starving, you thought.

The humming noise is getting louder, and suddenly the top of…whatever you are in flies open, and you can’t help but sit up immediately, the urge to throw up everything in your insides strong.

“Oh god-.” You manage to get out, right before jumping (closer to falling) out of the box and throwing up on the cold hard floor you land on, other noises around you telling you to stay alert, but your body needs more than 10 seconds before it’s even fully awake.

You hear what you assume is gunshots, and you look up frantically to see multiple pairs of eyes on you, none of them look like a “Bob”, a name you remember without a face.

“What the hell?!” A man with a faded shield with colors that have been faded (or maybe painted?) speaks up, and suddenly there are guns pointed at you. Three guns.

“Woah, woah woah!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up, finally realizing you are barefoot. “What the hell! Peace! I come in peace!” Your voice is still croaky from…however long you were not using it for, and the others in the room look at you, visibly confused.

As you look at them, you begin to realize only one of them seems likely to shoot, the man with the shield, while the others seem more confused and curious.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The women with white-blonde hair slicked back onto her head speaks up, lowering her gun only slightly as she speaks with a mild Russian accent.

“I don’t even know where I-.” You start but you are cut off by the same humming noise you heard barely a minute ago, and whooshing sound, like a seal being broken. You barely move out of the way in time before a man in the same pajama-like clothes as you is leaping (again, more like falling) out of the box before pushing past you and collapsing to his knees to hurl the contents up in his stomach, same as you just moments ago.

“Woah hey are you alright?” You reach down to touch his arm, still wobbly yourself from throwing up and you see him look up through his shaggy light brown hair. His eyes are bright blue, and for a second something flashes in them. The bright lights, you tell yourself.

You reach a hand out for him to grab and he does with a small, exasperated smile. “Thanks,” he says, his voice just as croaky. Something about you is familiar.

“Okay, now what the hell IS GOING ON!” The man with the shield yells, and you both flinch, confused why you are being yelled out when you are equally confused by the current situation.

“I’m…Bob.” The man beside you puts his hands up in surrender. Bob. Why is that name familiar? You remember it. You said it when you woke up. But no part of him seems or looks familiar to you. Other than the fact you are both wearing the same clothes.

The four of them look at you expectantly and you shrug lightly, hands raised again. “I’m Y/n. And I don’t know how the hell I got here.” You admit.

The other woman in the room, in a black mechanic suit with long brain hair speaks up next, her British accent smooth. “Sorry, we were just discussing the fact that we were all sent here to kill each other. What the hell are these two doing here then?”

“Good question,” The man with the shield raises his gun directly at the two of you, and you stumble back into Bob, his face going red when you turn to look at him and apologize.

“Walker, enough.” The woman with the white hair says.

“Easy for you to say Yelena, I’m a decorated veteran, why would Valentina want to kill me?” The man- Walker- replies, dropping his gun but refusing to holster it as he looks at everyone accusingly.

You look at Bob as they continue arguing- he’s staring at the ceiling as his feet seem to just wander backwards, looking around the room with curious wonder you can’t help but look at in awe. You do the same though, looking around the giant metal room, full of desks, tables, cargo boxes and…whatever the hell you woke up in.

“Hey, you two! Don’t wander off!” Walker yells out, and you jump again, turning to look at him.

“Stop yelling at them-.” The woman who you now know as Yelena tries to defend you both, clearly understanding you both have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on, but a loud beep (almost like an alarm?) fills the room, echoing off the walls loudly as one by one, the four walls with the only open doors shut. The metal door slams down, sending heavy vibrations through the floor. You look frantically around the room, spotting all exits cut off before staring directly upwards at the four square holes in the ceiling, heat seemingly radiating from them. You want to say something, bring it to people’s attention, but you are terrified.

“What the hell was that?!” You yell, bumping into Bob again.

“It’s Valentina. It’s not a shredder. It’s an incinerator.” The British woman replies, more to herself than anything else. “I’m not sticking around to find out, let’s get out of here.”

“Ava, don’t!” Yelena yells out as Ava presses a button on her collar, and her helmet covers her head, suddenly making her disappear.

“Woah…” Bob says in awe beside you.

You both watch as Ava reappears at the closest solid metal door, and she runs into it head first, her body flickering as if a lightbulb running out of battery, and a high pitched squeal fills the entire room. Everyone throws their hands over their ears to try and block it out, your ears ringing and body aching from pushing hard against them. It’s a couple seconds before it stops, and when it does, you struggle to find your breathe again.

“Jesus Christ.” Ava says, seemingly the most affected, pulling herself up from the ground from where she collapsed, her helmet now off and no longer seemingly flickering in and out of existence.

“Can we stop with the incredibly loud noises?” Bob pleads quietly, shaking his head slightly after removing his hands from his ears.

“I second that.” You agree, and you look back at Bob as you say it, and he breaks the eye contact quickly.

“We have 2 minutes.” Yelena says, pointing at the digital timers on the walls behind all of you, counting down from 1:58. Shit.

“Until what?” You say, but one look from Yelena says it’s not something you want to find out.

“Hold on. We don’t know it’s bad. It could be 2 minutes before they come to pick me up. I’m a valuable asset.” Walker cuts in, and before anyone else can even disagree, Ava gives him the nastiest look.

“I’m sorry, were you dropped on your head as a child? Do you not feel the temperature in here rising dramatically as the room physically heats up?” Ava says, voice dripping with sarcasm and heavy annoyance as she replies, Yelena already looking frantically around the room for a solution.

Walker looks surprisingly defeated. “Yea okay it’s an incinerator.”

Ava throws up her arms in exasperation.

The room begins to heat up and you sweat immensely as the both the temperature and the atmosphere begin to rise.

“We need to find the power source for the vibrations that stopping Ava from getting through the wall. We figure that out- she can ghost through the wall and open up the door from the outside for us. It’s the only way we get out of here alive.” Yelena commands the room and thank god, because everyone else looks (understandably) incredibly lost.

You jump into action with everyone else, panic setting in and your heart racing fast inside your chest. You follow along behind Bob, something about him making him feel like the safest option out of everybody else in the room. Where did you both come from? The boxes? Where were you? Who were all these people? Hundreds of questions swirled in your head as your ran around the room, looking for…whatever it was you were looking for.

Bob wrings his hands out, pushing them together nervously as he plays with his fingers.

“You okay?” You ask, and he looks startled at your question. As if on constant alert and acknowledging you is showing weakness.

“Oh- um- aside from about to die? Fine.” He gives you a small smile, and your heart skips a beat for just a moment. You take in his state, so similar to yours. Frightened, messy hair, clammy skin. But Bob stands out to you- his smile pulling at something in your chest and your brain. It’s just the adrenaline and the fact that you think he is familiar! The voice in your head yells at you, but you can’t shake it. His blue eyes look at you as if directly through you- almost like he’s reading every single thought inside your head.

“Are you?” Bob surprises you by returning the question, continuing to look around the room, his hand idly touching boxes as if he hopes something will scream at him ‘bingo!’ if touches it and listens hard enough.

“Uh, like you said. Pretty much the same.”

Bob is silent, and you feel he is about to say something, but you beat him to it.

“Hey, I feel like I might know-.” You begin, but are cut off by Ava shouting, “Over here!”

You shake your head, ignoring the way Bob is tilting his head curiously at you as you run towards the noise, him right behind you.

You both catch up to the group, seeing them crowded around a tall metal box, Ava pushing her ear to it. You hear a soft humming sound, assuming it’s the box.

“It’s this. It’s the power source.” Ava confirms, and Yelena pushes her out of the way as nicely as one can, pulling out a device from her pocket.

“I can override this-.” Yelena reaches her hand up to touch it, but Walker is quick to push her roughly.

“I got this.” Walker says, barely giving anyone enough time to either move out of the way or protect themselves as he throws his shield into it, sparks flying dramatically as the entire thing explodes with a loud noise- electrically sparking and the humming noise coming to a halt.

“Jesus Christ, I had it!” Yelena cries, but she dismisses it quickly, looking at Ava expectantly as we all do.

There is a beat of silence, and she looks at us expectantly.

“GO!” We all yell in unison, running towards the closest door, stopping halfway between the middle of the room and the door, letting Ava go forward as her helmet comes over her again- her entire body disappearing as we watch her phase through the wall, her body flickering again just like before. But this time, she disappears instead of the load screeching that resulted the last time.

You wait, it is hot in the room now, the squares above you bright red as you watch the timer tick down in silence. 20 seconds.

“Is she… she’s coming back…right?” Bob says, and there’s something emotional in his voice that makes me want to grab his hand.

“I should have seen this coming.” Walker admits, exasperation and disappointment clear in his voice.

“No she’ll… she’ll come.” Yelena promises, and we all instinctively look at the clock. 10 seconds.

Out of fear, and… something…else, You grab Bob’s hand. He jumps slightly, but surprisingly grabs it back, lacing his fingers with you awkwardly as you squeeze his sweaty hand. You don’t look at him, because you’re worried you’ll burst into tears at the situation if you do. You close your eyes, breathing in through your nose carefully.

5.

4.

3-

The sound of the metal door opening jerks all of you, and you see the door ahead rise at a steady rate, but there’s no time. Yelena is the first to move, and you are right behind her, not letting go of Bob’s hand as you push forward, the timer reaching 0 behind you as you sprint to the door, a beep and the heat exploding in your body telling you that you are all out of time.

You wear Walker swear, Yelena in front of you and Bob looking back to see if you’re going to make it.

A sudden explosion behind you has you being propelled forward, ears ringing as a loud boom rattles through your body. You scream, accidentally letting go of Bob’s hand in the process of being flung forward by the explosion, heat radiating through your entire body.

Everything hurts all at once when you crash into the floor on the other side of the door, hearing it slam, not knowing if Bob is with you or if anyone is even alive. You have no time to ask as the crash catches up to within seconds, and you black out.

Part 2 is here.

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seeing thunderbolts a SECOND time today- send me

more requests to write when i get out because i’m seeing it just for Bob

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I would literally die for avengerz tower, fluffy Bob smut pls and ty. Like the team go out on a mission (not realising that reader/ Bob are together) and they have the whole tower to themselves!! Like anywhere they like to be together!! Maybe even the group couch!! Or the shared kitchen!! Or their games room!! The possibilities are endless 💞💞

A supposed 3-4 hours

Summary: Basically what the ask says lol I really liked it. Bob Reynolds x Fem!reader.

Warnings/content: Some smut! Very fluffy, very sweet. Some dom/sub undertones if you squint.

Word Count: 1.3k Little story. Support me on my Ko-fi so I can write more!

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"How long will you guys be gone?"

Yelena looked up at you as she picked up her bag off the ground next to the kitchen counter you were sat on.

"Uhh...Buck, what do you think?" Yelena said as Bucky walked into the room, and she threw her bag at him which he easily caught with his vibranium arm.

Buck thought for a moment. "3-4 hours give or take? We'll pick up Ava and Walker on the way back. Alexei...No idea when he'll be back up."

Your heart fluttered with hope at the idea they would be out for a big chunk of the day. You looked over at Bob, reading on the couch and gave him a slight smile. "Well, hopefully I don't disturb Bob's reading. But I doubt he'll even notice I'm the only one here, he's been stuck in that book for days" You joke, and nearly laugh as Bob sits up, clearly a little offended.

"Excuse me, I am not deaf and also I have not been 'stuck in my book for days'. It's been like...1." Bob says, sending a smile back as he defends himself.

"At least 2." Bucky says matter-oh-factly, heading towards the door with Yelena in tow. "Alright you two- we're out. Don't cause any trouble, don't burn the tower down."

You decide to sell it just a little harder as you call at them right as they enter the elevator. "You sure you don't need our help with this one?"

"We know the people involved, we got it. Enjoy the break." Bucky replies, and Yelena sends you a wink right as the doors close.

A beat. Silence. The elevator makes a soft humming sound as the others descend down to the bottom of the tower and you make brave the storm, choosing to look over at Bob.

He's so red. You waste no time, barreling towards him on the couch, tackling him in an instant as he yelps, tossing his book on the floor before it accidentally gets bent.

“Woah-Jesus.” Bob has barely enough time to get the words before you tackle him on the couch, forcing the book out of his hands and tossing it gently on the floor next to you. You pause on top of him, his face red and his body heating up beneath you.

He sucks in a breathe. “Uh-hi…sweetie.” Bob’s voice cracks a little and you give him a smile.

“Hi Bob.”

“Can I um…can I help you?”

“I think you can.”

You pull him up by the collar of his shirt, and he finally takes the hint, his body pressing up against yours as he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours desperately. You run your fingers through his hair- the length longer now but still somehow knotless and silky.

You let out a quiet moan, trying to repress it. The two of you are desperate for each other, kissing and grabbing at hair and whatever skin is available. It’s not like you two haven’t done anything lately. But the desperation around the excitement of being alone in the tower was great.

Just two nights ago, Bob had been fingering you through your 3rd orgasm of the evening, his other hand free for you to suck on his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep you quiet at 2am.

You bring yourself back to the present as you let Bob tilt your face up so he can slip his tongue in your mouth. It’s warm against yours and you let out a quiet moan at the action. You whine softly as he pulls away from you to look at your face.

“Why are you being quiet?” Bob asks plainly. Your heart flutters as you try to find an answer.

“Um,” You swallow, steadying your voice. “Force of habit I guess. We’re not properly alone often.”

Bob looks you up and down, his hands sliding up under our shirt and you shiver, sucking in a breathe and waiting. But he stops right before his hands can glaze over your nipples.

You go to speak, but stop yourself and Bob tries not to smile.

“Yes?” Bob asks, feigning innocence as you hold back a whine.

“Bob…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. His fingers just brush delicately over the hardened tips before pulling back again.

“I can’t hear you sweetheart. I want to hear you.” His voice is low but more audible than yours and words send heat right to you core.

“Robert.”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Please.”

He takes pity on you, his fingers finally pinching the sensitive flesh , pulling you towards him as you fall into little him ravish your mouth again. You kiss him back, breaking the kiss only for a moment to tear his shirt off and throw it carelessly behind you.

You continue to whine quietly, and Bob finally has enough, breaking the kiss and gently pushing a hand into your hair before closing his fingers and gripping it harshly, pulling your head to the side so he can kiss the spot right below your ear.

“What did I say?” His voice sends shivers absolutely everywhere as he whispers directly into your ear and you try not to squirm, the firmness not new but still surprising.

“I-I can’t help it-.” You stutter, and Bob grips your hair harder and you finally let out a moan, echoing into the empty tower.

“I want to hear you.” Bob says again, continuing to kiss down your neck. He pulls away, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and giving you a look that says he’s asking for permission. After a quick nod, your shirt is off and on the floor next to his.

“Fuck-“ You whine loudly as he grips your nipples again, the cool air hitting them and making you squirm in his lap.

“That’s my girl.”

Bob makes quick work to flip you over on the couch, the air rushing out of as you hit the soft surface with surprising strength and force, his arms staying at your sides. You try to calm your beating heart, but the way he’s looking at you- like he wants to eat you- it’s too much.

“Pants. Now.” You demand, and Bob laughs, his hands reaching for your waistband, undoing the buttons slowly.

But it’s not him undoing the buttons on your jeans that makes you freeze. It’s what you hear that makes both of you freeze.

“Dude, we all hang OUT ON THAT COUCH!” You immediately recognise Bucky’s voice.

You look past Bob’s shoulder, seeing Bucky, Yelena, Walker and Ava. Ava has her hands over her eyes, and your face heats up so much you think you might actually combust.

“OFF!” You yell, pushing Bob a little too harshly off of you, but he’s already on it, tumbling onto the floor and throwing you your shirt as he scrambles for his as well.

“Oh this is so funny.” Yelena says, the biggest smile on her face. “Wait till I tell Alexei.”

“Fuck…” Walker says, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet and a $10 note, dropping it into Ava’s open hand, the other still over her eyes.

“I-what are you guys even doing here!?” You shirt is on, and you try to desperately smooth out your hair as well but it’s really no use.  

“Turns out they were already on their way back, and we don’t have to go anymore.” Yelena shrugs.

You look at Bob, standing there with his shirt too big hanging off of his body, scrunching his arms around his body to keep himself from being perceived. You reach out and grab his hand and he relaxes slightly.

“They were gonna find out eventually.” You try to comfort him, and he gives a smile back.

“Wish it wasn’t like tha-.” Bob starts but is cut off by the elevator dinging and a loud voice with a Russian accent cutting him off.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

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Bookish - Prev chapter: Dark academics - pt 1 here

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Roman stopped next to her chair in front of the windows of his library, wistfully sighing as he looked out over the forest, taking a sip of his coffee. "With being cooped up like this, I kinda want to pick up running again. I miss it."

"Yeah, I get what you mean." Dani resisted an eyeroll. If he felt cooped up, where did that leave her.

"Do you want to join me?"

Dani looked up, surprised, searching his face for any gleeful malice. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll even give you a head start.

Her brow furrowed.

Roman smirked, that familiar spark returning to his eyes, and turned to look outside again. "And when you hear the first gunshot, I'll start to follow."

She sighed and focused on her book again. Or at least, pretended to; Roman standing next to her deserved all her focus, in case he had more plans. "No, thanks."

"You sure? I'll deactivate your ankle band. It's the best shot you have of getting out of here."

"And yet you willingly give it to me." Always a catch. Literally, in this case probably.

"What, you think you can't outrun me?"

Dani looked up, studied him. Before all this, yes, sure. Then again, she had underestimated Roman before and at this point, the accumulated injuries piled up and would only slow her down. Still, with Roman on her trail, gunshots spurring her on, and the scent of freedom enticing her, maybe.

"You have an entire basement," she deflected. "Maybe turn that torture dungeon into a home gym instead?"

"Okay so... wanna go down for a workout then?"

“Also no.”

Roman made a frustrated sound. “Well, we’re going to do one of these now. And since you keep saying you want to go outside, we’re going out.” He turned his back on her and set his mug down with a heavy thud on the table. He glanced back at her before he stormed out. "Meet me at the porch."

Dani grunted out an equally frustrated sigh. Reluctantly put her book down and followed. Better to have a shot at something than getting beaten down in the basement… Even if there probably was a catch, the odds of which only increased now that she walked past his office and heard him rummaging about.

She waited for him on the porch, leaning against one of the wooden beams, arms crossed like a grumpy teen being forced to go on a family walk on her one and only day off.

Roman joined her with a smile. And he was holding a gun.

He caught her staring. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a rifle, but our hunt doesn’t have to be all traditional, now does it?”

Hunt. Her stomach churned. “Do I get a gun too?” she tried, and hated how fragile her voice sounded because she already knew there was no such chance. “To, you know, even the odds, raise the stakes?”

He let out a barking laugh as his only reply. With a side-glance and a smirk he stepped past her onto the lawn, leaving her stranded on the porch. Then he turned, tiny remote in hand, and with a flourishing press of the button, deactivated her ankle band. Like he was unlocking his fucking car from a distance.

Carefully, she took her very first steps into the garden to follow. Roman stepped over the flower beds and pushed through a gap in the bushes towards the forest stretching out beyond the mansion. She could just zip past him, fuck his head start. But the gun in his hand stopped her and so she casually joined him.

“Rules are simple,” he said, putting the gun behind his waistband. “Get away, and you win.”

“And if I lose?”

“Don’t start with a defeatist attitude.” He turned towards her and brushed a patronizing finger over her chin. “But yeah, if you lose… well, actually, not much changes. You’ll stay here. A little more banged up than before.”

She tilted her head away from his hand, glared into the forest. Fine. Then she’d win.

“Okay—” he started.

And Dani took it as her go sign and kicked off.

But before she could even rush past the first tree, a familiar pain shot through her and with a surprised scream she just about caught herself from falling head-first into the leaves and crashed to her knee instead.

A sigh sounded above her. A hand rested on her shoulder that clawed into her shirt and pulled her down onto her back.

"Not so fast there, I didn't even say 'go!' yet... Jeez, I told you I'd give you a head start, what's the hurry?"

He wiggled the remote to her electric ankle device in her face and with each shake she practically saw her chances dwindle.

"Here, I'll even give you an adrenaline boost." He suddenly shifted towards her, roughly grabbed her by the front of her shirt with two fists and half-pulled her towards him. One hand fell away, and a distinct click made her heart skip a beat. The muzzle of the gun dug into the underside of her chin, tilting her head up, wide eyes finding his amused stare. "Now don’t let me catch you… cause when I do…" he said in an excited growl and hummed a laugh, "I'll put a bullet in you."

An icy claw grabbed her tight and for a second, Dani didn't move. Then he let go of her and she fell back on her ass. Roman straightened over her, aiming the gun at her leg and looked her straight in the eyes with a cold stare that caught her breath in her throat.

"Go."

She immediately scuttled off, almost on hands and feet, nearly slipping on the leaves as she straightened into a run and slalomed away between the trees.

Not even ten seconds later, the first gunshot sounded.

And something exploded right next to her head, pieces of bark scattering, hitting her in the face before she could even bring up her arms.

"Jesus!" She flinched hard.

“Better run, girl!”

Heavier footsteps followed behind her, sending a new flare of panic through her that made her increase her pace.

Okay. Yes. Fuck. He was serious. She couldn’t see him and she refused to look back as she probably wouldn’t like what she’d see and she needed to make sure she wouldn’t fall straight into the bushes. But she could hear him. And he wasn’t subtle.

There was nothing in these woods she could use to her advantage. It wasn’t that dense, with open spaces where he could easily spot her, or worse, take his time to take aim. And the constant light slope made her knees and ankles twist and correct for every spot. Exhausting. And painful. She jumped over a thick root and vowed to not do that again, nearly crashing forward and having to make an immense effort to keep upright. But she couldn’t slow down to a light jog either as he was right on her tail.

She crashed through the shrubbery, hoping to shake him off and disappear into a denser part. Dipped under a slope, and kept walking in a crouch to catch a small break. Behind her, above her, the footsteps came to a halt as well, kicking up leaves with every step as he walked along the edge of the slope, looking out, searching for her.

She waited until he’d jump off; maybe she could zip away in the other direction. With bated breath she tensed up, the silence unnerving, listening hard for a click of the gun or footsteps signalling he’d continue on.

Instead it was her own scream that pierced the silence and gave her away. She clamped both hands around her ankle, the source of her agony as always, as a sudden jolt of pain zapped through her. It disappeared as fast as it had come and she bolted from her hiding spot before he’d paralyze her in place.

“Goddamn asshole!” she shouted.

“Keep venting. Makes me know you’re close.”

Another gunshot shattered the air. Again. And this time she felt something white hot zip across her arm. It forced a cry from her, followed by an enthused little “Ohh?” behind her through the trees. As she ran, she clamped a hand around her upper arm. Blood stuck to her palm. Not enough to make her worry. Just a scratch, just a graze.

Spurred on by this near hit, more shots cracked, making her duck and wince with almost every step, and she shot in the complete other direction as she was sure one bullet zipped right past her ear.

And all of a sudden, she screeched to a halt.

A tall fence loomed ahead of her.

“No…” She stepped closer. Slick, dark green bars towered over her, crowned with sturdy spikes that were waiting to slice her stomach and legs open. That is… if she could even climb the tall bars. She wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving a streak of red on the one side. Almost 9 feet, she estimated. With no footholds or raster, pretty useless. Still, she closed her hands around the bars, jumped up—but immediately slipped back down.

“So you found the edges of your cage, hm?”

She shoved herself away from the bars and hid, squatted down behind some bushes and slid her hands over her face, exhaling hard into her palms.

“Come on, love, I wanted a workout. Run.”

Run?! Run where?  She never had a chance and he fucking knew it. Of course there was a catch. He’d never let her roam free across hundreds of acres of woodland with a chance to slip out. Of course he only let her have the illusion of freedom within a cage.

“There.”

A gunshot exploded. Sand burst up in a cloud of dust just a few meters next to her. She shot out from her hiding place like a startled rabbit. Just like he intended, doing just as he wanted. She growled under her breath.

There must be an exit somewhere. There had to be! His car! There was a road leading up to the mansion, he had to be able to get off the property through a gate. Some part where the fence wasn’t that high. She ran along the iron bars. At some point, she just had to find it.

She stumbled over the uneven terrain, keeping a distance from the fence so Roman wouldn’t be able to follow her that easily, but always keeping the iron in sight and to her right.

Another bolt of pain shot through her leg. She kept her scream to a grunt. Electricity. No bullet, thank god. But it messed with her pace. Her foot slammed against a protruding rock. Her ankle doubled. Something sparked and shot a different ray of pain through her ankle. In full sprint she couldn’t stop herself. The injured foot hit the ground again, her full weight slammed on it. Something tore. She winced, dipped forward, the ground closed in and she slammed hard against the foliage.

“Got you.”

Panic surged through her as his voice sounded closer than she’d anticipated. She pushed off, her hands and arms all scraped up, kicking off with her good leg. But as soon as her weight landed on her twisted ankle, she crumpled with a shriek. Slow footsteps brushed towards her over the leaves. He no longer had to run. Just followed her casually. Getting closer. A whimper escaped her. She tried again. Desperately trying to ignore the soft chuckle right behind her. Limping, falling, crawling. Then something heavy crashed against her back, pushing her down.

Only when he bent over her and pushed her onto her back, she started to fight back. Arms flailed, hands clawed aiming for his face. But all her struggles fell away when something cold and unyielding pressed against her shoulder.

“Got you,” Roman said again, a wicked grin on his face now. “Ah…” He twisted the gun away, still scraping it over her heaving chest. “You’ve already got a scar there…” He teased it over to her other shoulder, hummed, then pressed it to the very side of her abdomen.

“N—”

“Now for our price.”

And a gunshot rang out signalling his victory.

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[thegingerwriter]

oh i LOVE this

Whump Concept: Magnetic Cuffs

Cuffs embedded into the Whumpee’s wrists and ankles, made with impossibly powerful electromagnetic conductors. 

- Cuffs can be attached to each other, in any formation, at any time. 

- Whumper/whumpers have remotes that control when the cuffs turn on and off. 

- The space the Whumpee is kept in is made entirely of metal. Metal walls, metal floor, any furniture has a metal frame. Click of a button and the Whumpee is violently pulled to the ground, against a wall, stuck to the frame of the bed. Totally immobile until the Whumper comes for them. 

- Maybe one arm goes to the wall while the other is closer to the floor. Whumpee is stuck in that awkward/stress position.

- Whumper frustrated with Whumpee in public, leaves them attached to a light pole until they come back. 

It’s been months, years even, since Whumpee escaped with Caretaker. The cuffs were impossible to get off, surgically wrapped around the bone. It had been so long, they were safe here, they didn’t even notice them anymore. Didn’t notice the slight buzz. Didn’t notice the hum in the back of their head. Didn’t notice until they passed too close the Caretaker’s metal bed frame, hands yanked backwards by a force they couldn’t hope to fight. They struggle and cry and scream, because Whumper is coming for them and they’re trapped by the magnets. 

[thegingerwriter]

not to get anyone excited but daredevil born again has awoken something that has been dormant for so long, anyone want matt x reader x frank because I know I do- give me a few hours-

[thegingerwriter]

for anyone who followed me for matt murdock fanfiction many years ago- that itch is BACK

[thegingerwriter]

@whumblr are you on here!!?

Women in Whump

Hello! If you like whump stories featuring women characters (in any role/character), feel free to browse the list of works below. It's a spreadsheet with links to author and stories with prominent women character in their whump!

Here's the link to the spreadsheet!

It's editable, so you if you know a great example of some 'women in whump stories,' or you wrote on yourself, please feel free to add it! ✨

It doesn't have to be just lady whumpees, FYI. Whumpers, caretakers, what have you. All are welcome. :)