(No one believes Bob when he mentions his stay at home wife who just happens to be his high school sweetheart. So now he’s gotta decide, is he okay with opening this much of his life up?)
You’re Married? (Bob Floyd x Reader)
(Warnings: Secret relationship?)
———————————————————————————
“Wait, you’re married?”
Hangman had asked the question while playing pool. He noticed Bob mindlessly playing with the silicon band while eating peanuts.
“Oh.. yea! I’ve been married for about..” He started to count in his head, “Eleven years.”
“You have been married for eleven years?” Rooster asked, “And you didn’t mention it like during orientation like at all!”
“Y’all didn’t ask.” He said simply, eating his peanuts, “I keep a photo of her in my cockpit, reminds me who I have got waiting for me at home.”
“You fly with me and you never mentioned having a wife.” Phoenix said, “Like ever.”
Bob nodded, “Yea, I don’t talk about her a lot.” He explained, “But she’s really popular with the wives.”
“Penny, did you know Bob was married?” Hangman called out and Penny looked up.
“Yea I buy my bread off of her. She is a hell of a baker.” Penny said, “I’m surprised Bob is so muscular with that way she bakes and cooks.”
“She makes me specific meals.” Bob said with a proud smile.
“Wait, what does she do for a living?” Rooster asked.
“Oh, she’s a stay at home wife.” He said, “She makes like sour dough and baked goods as a side thing.”
“Robert, you have literally never mentioned her.” Coyote said, “Are you like ashamed of how you two met?”
“Oh no.” Bob said with a smile, “We were technically high school sweethearts, I’ve been with her since eighth grade.”
“SINCE EIGHTH GRADE?” Rooster and Hangman said at the same time, “Jesus Bob!”
“Yea, I mean we broke up for like a week my junior year. But that was my fault.” He said, “I kissed Jenna on the lips during a school play.”
“You sly dog Bob!” Hangman said, hitting him in the shoulder.
“Alright! Alright! Enough of this sass, I wanna see a photo of Mrs. Floyd!” Phoenix said, motioning for Bob to pass his phone.
“I’ll show a singular photo but no swiping.” Bob said sternly.
“Why ya got nudies of your wife on your phone?” Coyote joked and Bob just looked at him.
Which confirmed everything they needed to know.
“Oh my god, is that why you are hiding her?” Rooster said with a laugh.
“NO!” Bob answered, looking down at his phone, “That isn’t why.” He mumbled, “Here, that is a fairly recent photo.”
He show them a photo of the two of you in front of the house you two owned now, your hand was on his chest and you were looking up at him like he hung the moon. He was looking down at you like you were his entire world.
“Holy hell she is hot.” Hangman whistled, “Alright, now I wanna see baby bob and his wife.”
“I should have a wedding photo on here.” Bob mumbled, “Alright, don’t judge me. This was before boot camp. Ah here it is.”
He showed a picture of the two of you, smiling like you two had one the lottery. Bob looked completely different both skin and lanky, but his glasses? They were still the same.
“Wow.” Phoenix said, “I was not expecting that.”
“The funny thing is.. Hangman has technically met her. He was just too drunk to remember.” Bob said, tucking his phone away, “She came to the last ball with me.”
“What? I don’t remember that.” He said with a scoff.
“Yea cause you were shit faced.” Phoenix said with a laugh, “But Bob, why didn’t you introduce any of us to her?”
“I tried!” Bob said, “Y’all were too busy watching Hangman cry over the date he paid for!”
“Sounds like too many excuses Bobby, I don’t think she’s real.” Coyote called out with a smirk.
“She is real.” Bob argued, “Isn’t she penny?”
“She is, but I don’t think they are gonna believe you unless you show them Bob!” Penny called out with a laugh.
“Fine, you guys don’t wanna believe me.” Bob started, “Come over tonight and you can meet her.”
“You have got yourself a deal Bobby boy!” Hangman said, “Hopefully it ain’t your left hand.”
“You have literally met her before, ya know what? Nevermind.” He mumbled, “See you guys in an hour.”
Bob got up, grabbing his keys. He didn’t say another word as he walked to his jeep, because he wasn’t going to take the disrespect the guys were giving his wife.
———————————————————————————
Meanwhile back at home you had just made dinner for your husband, plating everything and pouring him the iced tea he drank every night at dinner.
You heard the screen door open and heard his work boots on the floor.
“Bobby baby?” You called out, setting down his plate and iced tea.
“Yea it’s me sugar!” He called out, taking off his work boots to leave em by the door, “Dinner smells amazing, what did ya make tonight?”
“Marry me steak and air fried brussel sprouts. Plus I made rhubarb pie with ice cream!” You said, “Hope you brought an appetite.”
“I did!” He called out, “Am I allowed to kiss the chef or do I gotta wait till after my meal?”
You popped your head into the hallway, “Hmm that depends…” You cooed, “How badly did you miss me today?”
Bob came over and cupped your face, peppering it with kisses, “Mhm I might have you for dinner instead.” He whispered against your skin.
“Robert Lewis!” You giggled, “You smell like peanuts, did you go to the bar after work?”
He kissed your lips and you melted into him, “I did and I invited people over.” He mumbled against your lips, “Is that okay darling?”
“Wait..” Your voice muffled against his lips, “I didn’t make enough food.”
“Eh, just surprise them with your sweets. Just not my sweets.” He mumbled against your mouth, squeezing your ass.
“Robert!” You hissed against his mouth, gently hitting his chest.
You had to admit, you lucked out in the husband department. Bob Floyd worshipped the ground you walked on and made sure you had everything you ever needed. To Bobby? You were his universe. Bob was only having a good day if his wife paid him any mind.
“Sorry.” He laughed and pulled away, “Why don’t you go make some coffee while I’ll set up the desserts okay?” He offered.
“Deal.” You said, moving to the coffee maker.
Right on cue an hour later, the entire team showed up at Bobby’s condo by the beach.
“If he comes out with his left hand wearing a wig, I’ll lose my shit.” Hangman whispered as Phoenix knocked.
“Shut up.” Rooster hissed as the door swung open.
Bobby answered, dressed down from his work uniform in just an old base shirt and shorts. The smell of baked goods wafted from the house. “Come on in.” Bobby said with a smile, “She’s just making sure everything in the house is perfect.”
Everyone looked at each other to see who would enter the house first.
“Fuck it.” Payback said, “I’m a sucker from desserts.”
He headed in first, then Coyote followed, and soon the entire team headed into the house.
There you stood in the living room, “You guys must work with my husband, I’m Mrs. Floyd!” You said with a warm smile.
“Uh she’s real!” Coyote called out as you put a dessert in his hand. It was a raspberry cupcake with raspberry filling in the middle.
“Do you want coffee or sweet tea?” You asked as the rest of the team piled in.
Everyone just kind of stared at you, mouths open while Bob entered the room.
“Now do you guys believe me?” He asked, “Done interrogating me about my wife?”
He moved to stand beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist, “We’ll answer three questions, go!” He stated.
“How did you and Bobby meet?” Phoenix asked and you chuckled.
“Bobby and I met at the Sadie Hawkins dance, our community center put it on and he came from the next town over.” You explained, “We danced then his mom drove us to ice cream afterwards and drove me home. We exchanged emails and we talked as much as we could through emails. The rest was history… well besides us breaking up his junior year. But that was for like two weeks.”
“Hardest two weeks of my life.” Bob said, leaning down to kiss your head.
“So you guys really got married before Bob’s boot camp?” Coyote asked and you nodded.
“Yea, I mean Bobby and I knew we wanted to get married and it was going to be easier for us to get married before he left, so he did.” You said simply, “Of course the wait made the heart grow fonder.”
“It really did.” Bob said, looking down at you.
The group fake gagged and Bob chuckled, “Hey you guys wanted to meet my wife! Get used to us being lovey dovey!”
“So did you really just wait around till Baby on Board over here got settled?” Hangman asked.
“I got my bachelors degree in the mean time while Bob was away.” Sky said simply, “The idea of being a stay at home wife was all of his idea.”
“I make enough to spoil her and she does enough for me already.” Bob said proudly, “I’m glad to have someone as wonderful as her.”
“We are sorry we doubted you having a wife.” Rooster said, “But I mean I get why you kept her in the dark, she’s amazing!”
The rest of the evening was spent sharing stories that you had never got to hear because Bob wasn’t one to talk too much about his work family besides their accomplishments. In the end though, you were glad to have finally met Bob’s second family whom you now considered your own.
Now you just had to wait for the perfect time to announce another Floyd would be joining the family.
thinking about dex constantly following you around.
you could be doing chores around the apartment, going from room to room, and he would be trailing behind you like a lost puppy the whole time. he doesn't really mean to, he just gravitates towards you without thinking about it. that and he gets unreasonably anxious when he's not with you.
while sometimes his constant presence can be overwhelming, it's not entirely unwelcome. he always listens to you ramble about drama at work, or complaints about your boss, anything you want to yap about and he's tapped in. as long as he gets to listen to your pretty voice.
but when you are fed up with him floating behind you, he looks totally crushed. especially if you snap at him, he's apologizing profusely, but never actually leaving. it can be annoying standing in the laundry room with a big burly man taking up most of the space. "dex-- you'll be fine! i'll literally just be a room over." you groan, not understanding his absolute insistence on being right next to you at all times.
but the truth is, he doesn't know what to do when he's not next to you. he's so worried maybe you got hurt and he didn't hear you, meanwhile you're just loading clothes into the washing machine.
he can't ever stay away for long, you'll shoo him away and he'll come back to your side after 5 minutes, snaking his arms around your waist and telling you he's sorry. its not often that you push him away though, not when he's literally the personification of a kicked puppy.
just a reminder that bucky barnes is disabled. he has a metal arm that yes, can be taken off. but what happens when he takes it off? oh! he’s missing an arm!
anyone who writes out his disability is ableist as fuck and i won’t take any other answer for it.
adrian never beating the lost puppy allegations cause judomaster watches silently, eating his hot cheetos as adrian follows on your heels as you pace around the checkmate office trying to read a file (that has nothing to do with adrian/vigilante but he’s there anyway, for “moral support” he says)
or harcourt sending you on a mission and asks if you’re bringing adrian along and there he is, popping out of now where, “well yea, she brings me along everywhere!”
or you tell ads about your weekend plans and she says, “with adrian right?” and again, suddenly he’s right behind you like, “duh! we spend every weekend together!”
or showing up to an 11th street kids party and when you knock on the door and chris answers he immediately scoffs, saying “wow i thought you’d show up with—“ and is immediately cut off by adrian yelling his name as he runs up the stairs of the porch, approaching the front door. “yea he was grabbing the beer out of the car,” you smile up at chris and he just rolls his eyes but smiles back.
or economos calling you instead of even bothering to call adrian. you’re both needed at checkmate and when you pick up he tells you, “hey you and adrian need to come in right now.” “how did you know i’m with adrian?” “what do you mean how did i know? he’s literally always with you. it’s like he would die from separation anxiety if he was away from you for more than like, an hour.” “that’s not true! we don’t spend that much time together.” “oh yeah? hasn’t he spent the night at your house for like, the past week?” “that’s only because we have a mario kart tournament going!” adrian pipes up from where he’s sitting right next you, listening to the whole conversation. john scoffs and shakes his head and just tells you two to hurry up and get to work. and of course no one is surprised when you show up together in adrian’s sebring, you haven’t driven yourself to work in weeks.
or bordeaux seeing adrian walk in with two drinks and she doesn’t even have to ask who the second one is for. he sprints by her making a bee line to your desk like he’s late to see you, like he can’t handle another second not being next to you. he plops down on top of your desk and hands the drink over to you and you take it with a smile and a “aw you always remember my drink order!” beaming over at him.
and somehow you still don’t know that he’s in love with you.
The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
Summary: Chris starts a conversation with Adrian, Harcourt, and Adrian’s girlfriend of a few months about their dream dates; with hers being taking gummies and going to the aquarium. Adrian is more than excited to oblige.
Thank you @vigilantexreader for the beta!
Masterlist
__
“What’s your guys’ dream date?” Chris asked, leaning back on the couch with Harcourt barely leaning into him, almost like she was ready to claim that she wasn’t laying on him at all if anyone called her out despite the fact that she and Chris were coming up on two years together.
Adrian was the opposite.
Even though they had only been dating for a couple of months, Adrian had his head in her lap, and he had moved her hand so she would run her fingers through his hair. He practically purred when she pulled slightly at his hair, causing her to smile. Although they hadn’t been together for very long at all, with Adrian she had felt like it had already been a lifetime. Dates filled with laughter and surprises, flowers and gifts, breakfast and lunch, they had just simply found a way to click.
He had made himself very comfortable with her the moment she told him that she liked him back. Of course, he had asked first, always wanting permission and even halfway through making out he’d pause and ask to make sure she was still comfortable and if there was anything he could be doing better. It was almost like dating a survey, but in a good way.
“Anything you want to do,” Adrian answered immediately, large green eyes looking up at her from behind his glasses while she smiled down at him, hands continuing to brush his hair back. His curls were already a frizzy mess from her constant touch, but he never seemed to mind. Hell, she could probably leave lipstick kisses all over his face and he’d walk around proud as could be.
“Bleg, you two are gross,” Harcourt said, but she was still smiling. That was something she had noticed about almost all of Adrian’s friends, tough outsides but soft insides. All of his friends had seemed so happy (and confused) when Adrian had started bringing her around, clearly they believed.
“For me, I mean come on Ems, the party boat again, right?” Chris said, smiling at her as she rolled her eyes.
“My dream date is you shutting the fuck up,” she said, but her smile on her face was telling a different story.
“What about you?” Adrian asked, looking at her with a goofy smile. “Like for real, anything you want to do?”
“Dream date? I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to take gummies and go to an aquarium,” she said, and immediately Adrian sat up, almost smacking his forehead against hers as she laughed.
“We can do that!” Adrian said quickly, a smile wide on his face. “I’d love to do that, that sounds amazing!”
“Really?” she asked, tilting her head. She had never known Adrian to get high, but they were still pretty early in their relationship. He was a pretty avid rule follower, but it was legal in Washington, so maybe he and Chris had partaken and she just hadn’t learned about him.
“Yes! We can go this weekend!” Adrian laid back down in her lap and pulled out his phone, going to the local aquarium and buying tickets immediately. She laughed and pulled out her phone with the intent of sending him some money for her ticket but he’s quick to snag her phone out of her hands, close the app, and hand it back to her.
“Ade, you’re going to have to let me pay for some stuff sometimes,” she said with a soft smile, and he shook his head.
“Not this time, seriously. Not for your dream date, I’ll get the gummies and I’ll pick you up, okay?” he said, and she looked up at Chris and Emilia who were looking at the two of them with big goofy smiles. “Seattle is what? 45 minutes? An hour? I can pick you up an hour before they open and we can spend the whole day there!”
“Alright, but next date I’m paying for dinner,” she said firmly and Adrian mumbled a ‘sureeee’ under his breath as he made himself comfortable again with his head in her lap. She fought back a giggle as he grabbed her hand and sat it on top of his head again.
“Gross,” Chris said with a big grin as he looked at the two of them. Despite his words he was clearly excited for his friend to finally have someone of his own.
The week passed by fast, Adrian still texting her practically non stop, with a few quick hangouts throughout the week. Adrian had an interesting habit of popping up where she least expected him too, but it was sweet. His insistence to help and just be near her was something she hadn’t experienced in a relationship, most people played hard to get and Adrian acted like he had never heard of the term. In modern dating after many failed online dates and getting to know people, he was a miracle.
A very strange, but lovely miracle.
The aquarium trip was excitedly on the tip of his tongue throughout the whole week. She could barely tell if he was more excited about fulfilling her dream date or going to the aquarium in Seattle. Honestly it made her really happy that Adrian was interested in similar things as her, previous partners would just nod and pretend but they had a lot in common. When it came to stuff she liked that Adrian didn’t understand, he would pore over it and learn it, and then the next time she’d see him he’d share proudly his favorites and takes on what she liked.
“Which animal are you the most excited to see?” he asked her, hands drumming across the stirring wheel as she leaned her head to look at him. His eyes stayed focused on the road as she smiled.
“Probably the otters,” she said with a hum. “What about you?”
“The manta rays for sure!” he said. “Did you know I almost decided to get a manta ray tattoo?” he told her and she giggled, trying to imagine Adrian with any tattoos. For someone who never seemed to get hurt she had a hard time imagining him dealing with a tiny needle over and over again.
“No, what stopped you?” she asked.
“Oh, I just didn’t want one anymore,” he said with a shrug like it was really that simple. She smiled as she watched him pull into a parking spot.
“So what gummies did you get?” she asked as she unbuckled his seatbelt.
“I brought…” he trailed off as he reached into the back of his Sebring grabbing his ratty backpack and with the largest smile on his face…pulled out various flavors of Welche’s fruit snacks.
Or apparently in Adrian’s vocabulary: fruit gummies.
It’s right then that she couldn’t help the laugh that came bubbling out, slapping both her hands over her mouth while Adrian watched her, his smile starting to fall instantly.
“Did I get the wrong flavors? I really tried to get a nice spread. I do think there’s a CVS near here we can go to if you-”
“No, no, Ade,” she said coughing and attempting to compose herself. Of course her sweet rule following boyfriend assumed she had meant a snack and a nice day at the aquarium, just happy and together. It didn’t even cross his mind that she meant a weed gummy, and the fact that he didn’t clarify with Chris made her heart sing. Adrian had frequently been freaking out that he was going to fuck this up so early and went to Chris for advice over every little thing instead of just talking to her.
He had finally been so confident and even if it wasn’t what she was expecting, it was just so perfectly Adrian that she loved it anyway.
“I love these, it’s perfect. I’m just…” she smiled, looking into his green eyes, “I’m so happy to be doing this with you.”
His smile returned, bright and unfiltered as he leaned over the counsel to kiss her nose.
“And I will always be happy doing whatever you’d like,” he hummed. “Especially if you keep picking the best snacks for activities! These are perfect because we can walk around munching and get to watch all the tanks - almost like our own walking movie theatre!”
“You’re right Ade, it is perfect.” More perfect than any dream date she had pictured.
gummygunk
titsay
gracieabrams
blakekathryn
romaincrisis
turnnoffyourmind
