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(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?)
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“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.
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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.
synopsis: Your new house came with a ghost, one of a man you couldn't help but fall for
tw: fem!reader, ghost!bob, reader's dad dies before the story and they were close, I promise they end up together, barely edited.
fic, ficlet, drabble, request
Not only have I been helping my mom out at summer school, but I also got sick from one of the kids. So I wrote this on cold meds and it may or may not make sense, let's hope it does
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You moved away from home officially after college. You would have stayed, maybe not forever, but you would have if it weren't for the incident. There wasn't anything that could make you stay after he was dead. You couldn't walk around your small town and see the tributes to your dad every day. You understood that he was the sherif and loved by everyone, but you couldn't do it.
So you moved out to San Diego to a little house off the beach. It was miles away from another house, but you loved how personal it felt. It helped that it was cheap, suspiciously cheap. It wasn't until you were talking to the agent that you understood. This house belonged to a naval aviator before he disappeared during a mission and everyone else had backed out of the sale last minute for various reasons or sold it back to the agency within the first few weeks. You moved in anyway, you weren't scared of a ghost story. You were running from one, why not move into a house with another one?
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You had been in the house for weeks, a mix of grief and excitement. Grief over your father, over losing someone you held so dearly, but excitement over your new life. You found yourself talking out loud a lot, small things. Telling the air about your days. How you were missing being about to call your dad or how you made a few friend at the coffee shop.
There wasn't an answer, you didn't expect one as you talked out loud. It wasn't until you were standing on the back porch staring at the ocean that you got one. "I got that job, the one that I was worried about," you muttered.
"That's good, I'm proud of you," you heard a voice and you jumped.
"Hello?" you called out, looking around.
"You can hear me?" the voice asked and you screamed when you saw a man sitting on one of your porch chairs.
"Of course I can, who are you? Why are you at my house?"
"Woah, woah," he stood and held his hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promised and you saw the way he was mostly see through, almost like he was made up of mist.
"Are you…" you trailed off, your voice uneven.
"A ghost? Yeah," he nodded.
It took a moment, but you realized that the reason you couldn't make out most of his features was because he was too hazy. But the blue of his eyes and the frame of his glasses were so clear to you even as the rest of him started to waver in visibility. "Are you that aviator that lived here before?"
"Yeah, I think," he told you. "I've got these dog tags, but I don't remember much," he admitted. "I, uh, I know my name's Robert though," he was reading his dog tags.
You nodded slowly, your eyes on him as you introduced yourself. "Have you been here the whole time?"
"Yeah," he nodded, you could see the pink of his cheeks. "I've only answered today, I thought you wouldn't be able to hear me. The other's hadn't been able to," he told you.
The sun was setting behind you, your eyes on him. "Robert?" you asked softly.
"Yes?" he responded, you could hear his footsteps but they sounded far away.
"Thank you for answering me," you told him.
"I'll always answer, promise," he assured you, looking a little more solid with the sun setting.
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You were sitting in Natasha's apartment, the woman you became friends with at the coffee shop that one day. She was telling you about her old back seater, how their jet went down one day and she woke up in the hospital to them saying he was dead. You listened and offered comfort when she needed it.
"I'm sorry," she finally said, taking a deep breath. "We were just talking about Bob at work today," she added.
"No, it's ok," you reached out to grab her hand. "You let me cry over my dad all the time," you told her.
"Oh, what did you want to tell me?" she asked, her focus back on the reason you agreed to come over early.
You paused for a moment, looking at her for a moment while blinking. You didn't know if you should bring up the fact that you had a house ghost and you've been just casually living with him for months after that conversation. "I forgot, must have been unimportant," you lied, giving her a small smile.
Natasha looked at you for a moment, her eyes also moving towards the clock for a moment. "Are you sure? If you're worried about time, the others won't be here for another couple of minutes," she offered.
You laughed a little. "I'm sure," you told her. "I truly just forgot," you added, trying to get the conversation away from you again.
"If you're sure," she mused before there was a knock on the door.
You watched as Natasha went to answer the door and you watched as some guys walked in. You vaguely recognized them from Natasha's Instagram. "You must be the one that Phoenix has been talking about," Jake, Hangman, said as he walked over to introduce himself.
"I guess, I hope it wasn't anything bad," you told him, leaning back against the couch as Jake sat down with you.
"Not in the slightest bit," he smirked and you huffed a small laugh as the others walked over to introduce themselves.
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You liked coming home to Robert and how when you were sad he'd lay in the bed with you. It was a weird concept, he had to focus to make sure he didn't drop something but he could lay and sit on the furniture without problems.
Robert had a theory that it was because he never had to think about not falling through furniture, but dropping something was an actual issue when he was alive. You agreed it sounded realistic, you never thought about falling through the floor or the furniture. And it wasn't like Robert couldn't go through them, he could if he thought about it.
You needed that right now, the party wasn't bad but somehow you ended up talking about your dad and almost crying before you left. You were curled up on your side, looking at the wall away from Robert. You felt the weight of his arm slowly appear, like he was focusing so hard on not falling through you as he tried.
Robert was cold, so much so that you had to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine when he settled against you fully. "Do you want to talk about it?" Robert asked, his voice soft.
"No," you shook your head, trying to soak up the comfort that you were getting before Robert eventually phases through you.
"Ok," he muttered. "Do you want to tell me about the party?"
You nodded this time, gathering your bearings. "It was nice, I talked to Natasha a little beforehand and met her coworkers," you offered. "I think Jake was hitting on me a little," you added.
"You think?" Robert asked.
"I told you I'm really bad at telling when people hit on me," you defended.
"So how do you know he was hitting on you?"
"Natasha told me to be careful and that he was a big flirt, so I think I was just paying more attention."
Robert's arm family fell through you and you tried to not feel so upset over it. You could still feel the way the bed dipped under his weight and the cold presence was behind you. "Hangman," Robert suddenly said and you looked over your shoulder to see him sitting up.
"What did you say?" you questioned as you sat up with furrowed brows.
"Hangman, Jake's call sign is Hangman," he muttered and you watched him stand up.
"It is, how did…" you trailed off as you stood up, a realization washing over you. "Holy shit, you're Bob."
"Yeah, yeah," he nodded a little, standing with you. "I think I am," he muttered.
"But Natasha just said you died while on a mission," you told him. "Why are you here?"
"Maybe it's because I lived here?"
"But wouldn't it make more sense for you to go somewhere with more significance to you?" you asked as you left the room, you knew Bob was following you even if you couldn't hear his footsteps at the moment.
"I don't know, where are we going?"
You looked at Bob, your eyes still red rimmed from crying on the way home but determination on your face. "I'm looking you up," you told him, finding your laptop where you left it on the kitchen table. It was open because you left it on for Bob when you left, a Twitch stream of some cat that he liked to watch.
"What are you hoping to find?" Bob sat down on the chair next to you, both of you looking at your screen.
"Anything, maybe you aren't as dead as they think you are," you muttered.
"Darling," Bob sighed, letting his hand phase through your forearm and table. "I'm pretty sure I'm as dead as dead can be."
"Dead people don't come back, alive or as a ghost, Robert," you sighed, frantically typing his name in. "If dead people came back I wouldn't be having dreams of being able to see my dad one last time," you added, your typing stopping while it loads.
Bob let his hand settle on your shoulder this time. You couldn't rest your hand on his like you wanted, but you did reach up and let it hover right over it like you were. "Are you doing this for me or for you?"
"Can't it be both?" your voice cracked as you asked.
You felt horrible asking, but it seemed Bob understood that you didn't mean it in a mean way. "Just promise me you won't be sad if you can't find anything? I hate it when you're sad."
"I promise," you told him, clicking on the first link that showed up after the page loaded. You really needed a new laptop but that wasn't a priority at the moment. You scrolled through his obituary and skimmed for major information. You found out he was from a town in Montana and looked him up followed by the town's name.
Bob and you were looking through everything you could find before you found a public government document. "My body was never found?" Bob asked, reading the screen with you.
"I need to talk to the others about this," you mused, making mental notes on what you wanted to ask.
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You invited Natasha to lunch the following Saturday. You would have invited her to your house but you weren't sure to go about telling her about your ghost. "Hey, girl," Natasha sat down and you smiled at her.
"Hey, thanks for coming," you told her.
"Yeah, it's no problem," she replied. "Why'd you want to get lunch?"
You cleared your throat before speaking. "You just seem to be holding a lot of guilt about Bob and I wanted to offer a listening ear," you offered. "It's only fair after you've listened to me telling you about my dad," you added.
Natasha gave you a look as the waiter walked up and took your orders. "Bob was one of my best friends," she told you finally. "I haven't had a back seater since him and we refuse to let anyone else join us here at VF1-Daggers. There's a hole left behind and we all feel it, but in a way he brought us together. I could barely stand Hangman before and now it's like he's chilled out. He's still annoying and full of himself, but he takes a second to think before he acts."
"What happened?"
"Bob, for once, didn't think a decision through. We were all telling him to just pick an option and it got him killed," she informed you.
You took a sharp inhale, looking at her with sympathy. "Did you at least get to say goodbye?"
"In a way, I guess. I told you that I woke up and they were saying he died, but there wasn't a body I saw."
"What about the funeral?"
"It was a closed casket," she offered.
"Oh," you nodded softly, taking her hand in yours.
"Fanboy thinks there wasn't a body to begin with," she added, a small smile taking over her lips. "But he's always talking about conspiracy theories."
You nodded despite her trying to brush it off, already planning on texting Mickey.
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Mickey was at the comic book store he told you he would be at and you walked right up to him. "Hey," you smiled at him.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked, giving you a smile back.
"Natasha mentioned you liked conspiracies theories," you told him.
"I do, why?" he laughed a little as he asked.
"Because I like them too. I wanted to know your favorite," you shrugged.
"Do you want a well known one or a smaller one?" Mickey got excited.
"Smaller one, I only know the bigger ones," you replied.
"I don't think Bob was KIA," he whispered. "I think he's MIA but they didn't want to look for him," he admitted.
"Why wouldn't they look for him?"
"Funding maybe," he offered. "I'm not sure, but no one but us talks about him and there isn't even a tribute photo put up."
You blinked at him for a moment. "Oh wow," you blinked at him for a moment. "Now mine feels silly," you laughed.
"I want to hear it anyway," he offered.
"I was going to say the lizard people of the Denver airport, but it seems disappointing compared to yours," you shrugged.
Mickey laughed, taking the comic he picked out with him as he moved over to the Marvel bins. "I like that one, it's not disappointing," he said, a laugh still tainting his voice.
"You're literally laughing about it!" you accused, picking up the X-Mem Unlimited you saw.
"Because when you said you knew the bigger ones I was worried you'd say Moth man or something, not the Denver airport," he defended, his eyes on the comic in your hands.
You looked at the comic in your hands before looking back at Mickey. "Do you want this one?" you questioned, holding it out to him.
"No, it's just funny," he mutter softly. "We were just talking about Bob and you pick up a comic about his favorite group of heroes," he offered.
You weren't even sure why you picked up the comic you did, you weren't a hug comic reader but this just felt right. "Oh, that's an odd coincidence," you muttered.
Mickey nodded, clearing his throat and looking away. "Yeah, I guess it is," he told you.
"I'll see you later, alright?" you offered.
"Yeah, I'll see you later," he nodded before you left to go check out before leaving the shop.
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You set your keys down in the bowl and hung your purse on the hook when you got back home. "Bob?" you called out into the house, ready to share what you had learned. "Robert?" you called out again when you didn't get an answer. You walked into the living room with furrowed brows, he always comes when you call for him. "Bobby?" The door to the back porch creaked open and you let out a breath before walking over to it. Bob was standing on your back porch staring at the ocean. You could see through him but you couldn't see his face, only the horizon that would otherwise be hidden by his frame. "Bobby, are you ok?"
Bob turned towards you and you could finally see the expression on his face. "Yeah, I'm just thinking," he muttered. "What's going on?"
By changing the subject, you could tell he didn't want to talk about it. "I found something out, though it may be fake," you told him.
"Yeah? What is it, darling?"
"Your body was never found and Mickey thinks it may be because of funding or something," you muttered, watching him nod slowly.
"Ok? Where is this going sweetheart?"
"Maybe you just need to find it," you offered.
"Find it?"
"Yeah, maybe it's like that movie we watched last night," you told him. "You know," you paused for a moment, "uh, Just Like Heaven."
Bob laughed a little at the absurdity, but indulged you anyway. "Where would we even start?"
You looked at Bob like he grew another head. "This property. You said part of that wooded area is part of this property. Maybe it's out there," you explained.
Bob stepped closer to you, studying your face. "Why would it be out there?"
"Same reason you're a ghost, magic or something."
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You and Bob had been looking for a while, both of you coming up empty handed until you found a small opening in the side of a hill. It was maybe a cave, it couldn't have been more than 7 feet deep and maybe five feet wide after the opening, but there in the middle was Bob's body perfectly persevered. "Well, I'll be damned," Bob muttered, staring at his own body.
You felt pretty much the same way, looking over his body with intrigue but a feeling you didn't like taking over. "Crazy, right?" you pushed your feeling away.
Bob stood there silently, like he was processing something you weren't privy to. "What if this doesn't work?"
"But what if it does?" you asked, your eyes on him and soft.
"Ok," Bob nodded before reaching for his body. You watched him until he almost touched it.
"Wait!" you suddenly blurted out.
Bob shot to stand back up, his head whipping towards you. "What? What's wrong?" Bob's eyes were frantically looking you over just in case.
"If this works and you're sent back in time, I just wanted to tell you something."
"What is it, darling?"
"I love you. I'm in love with you. And I know that's probably crazy and I haven't told you before because we both know a relationship won't work between us like this, but I had to tell you now."
Bob stepped closer to you, looking you dead in the eyes. "I want to try something just in case something happens, ok?"
You nodded. "Ok," you whispered before Bob focused as hard as he could to make his lips solid. They were cold and it was just a small pressure but it was perfect.
"I'll come find you if I have to," he promised.
"I'll be waiting, promise," you responded, watching as he touched his own hand before disappearing. The body left with him, leaving you all alone in a cave and having to walk back to your house without Bob.
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It had been days since you last saw Bob and you missed him more everyday. You weren't sure what to think about it, nothing changed other than Bob no longer being there whenever you called. You had called out to him the first few days all over the property, even going back out to the cave to see if he was out there. Bob wasn't anywhere you looked and it started to weight down on you. How were you supposed to move on from Bob when you barely were able to have him in the first place?
You were out on your back porch, watching the waves of the ocean. "Bob, I don't know where you are, but I miss you," you told the air, hoping the wind would carry your voice to wherever he found himself to be.
"I'm right here, darling," Bob's voice made you spin around. There stood Bob, he was no longer in the fight suit you had always seen him in. He was in a pair of jeans and a fitted white t-shirt that was tucked in only over his belt buckle.
You rushed over and hugged him, no longer worried about Bob phasing through you. "I called for you for days," you muttered, squeezing him tighter.
Bob's arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. "I'm sorry, but I'm here now," he answered.
"You said you'd always answered when I called." You took a deep breath in. You weren't surprised to figure out he smelt like a mix of clean laundry and a woodsy scent you couldn't quite place.
"I know, and I still will. You'll just have to have some patience now, I can't just fly over anymore," Bob promised. You huffed a laugh, pulling away just long enough to look him in the eyes.
"Where have you been?"
"Turns out returning from the dead means you have to go through quite a bit of government checkpoints so they can right their wrong," he joked and you huffed a laugh, tears brimming your eyes from the sheer joy you felt. "Hey, what's wrong?" Bob asked, wiping the tears that slowly fell from your eyes.
"I'm just so happy you're here," you muttered, closing the distance to kiss Bob. His lips were warm this time and Bob pulled you closer by your hips. Bob was warm, you never thought you'd be able to feel the warmth radiating off of him. "What are we going to even say to the others?" you asked as you pulled away.
Bob hummed as you took in his features. His eyes were still just as blue and his glasses were the same, but you could make out the slope of his nose the curve of his jawline. "We can worry about that later," he muttered, pulling you into your house. "I've got months of daydreams I want to share with you."
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You and Joaquin had an established, kind of irregular, routine. He would go on mission, and you would go on about your day or days until he came back. He would then go back to his home so he get shower and get settled, before he was head to yours and spend the night there.
You were always shocked he kept up with staying the night with you when he came back. You were someone who treasured your alone time, especially when you had spent a gruelling day at work; and you lived a rather mundane life.
You couldn't wrap your head around why Joaquin wouldn't just head home and destress on his own.
"It's too quiet." He said to you when you brought it up that night, the two of you curled up in your bed. "I'd rather be with you, than sitting alone in the silence."
"We usually sit in silence." You pointed out, looking up at him from where you laid with his arms wrapped around you.
"That's different." He said with a simple shrug of the shoulders, moving one hand to cup your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek. "I like being with you."
"You're down bad for me." You corrected.
Joaquin laughed faintly, nodding slowly. "Oh, yeah, yeah. I am."
You laughed along with him, before you laid your head on his collarbone, hands resting on his chest while one hand traced shapes faintly onto it. The two of you fell into a silence, but even this one felt heavier than before.
This mission was the same as another Joaquin had been on, only, on the previous ones he had been on, he hadn't been coming home with his torso covered in bruises. You weren't sure if he was just getting into too much trouble, or if he was just getting more reckless everyday.
"Tell me what's in your pretty head." Joaquin said softly, nose brushing against your hair. "You're quiet today."
"I guess I just don't have much to say." You hummed faintly in response.
Joaquin knew you too well, though, and he wasn't one to back off that easily. When you had vague answers like that, you knew that you were going to keep trying until you gave him something a little more specific, or told him to back off entirely.
"C'mon," He whispered softly, peering his head down so that the two of you could look at each other in the eye. "What's going on, you usually tell me everything you've been up to when I come back."
"It's nothing much." You muttered softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly.
"Mi vida." He said, giving you a look that told you well enough that it was more of an encouraging warning to tell him the truth.
"You're hurt." You murmured looking past him, just by his shoulder, you tried to force out a laugh. "You're taking years off my life with all this stress, Torres."
He let out a faint breath, but any amusement that lingered on his face quickly faded away. "I'm okay, though, it's just a few bruises."
"No, I know, I know." You sighed, shaking your head slowly. "It's just... I worry, Joaquin, that's all."
"Cariño, hey, I'm right here." He said, tilting his head again to look at your face again. "I'm okay, and I'm gonna keep being okay because I got someone to come home to."
"But that doesn't mean..." You breathed out faintly, rubbing your face slowly. "You and I both know it's unpredictable and... and the last time you told me this, you landed yourself in hospital."
Joaquin seemed stunned with that for a second because, in reality, he couldn't even argue that. His job was unpredictable, and it had been for a long time now. While you and his relationship never wavered despite of that, that worry still lingered heavy between you, even if neither of you spoke about it routinely.
"I don't..." You breathed in slowly, exhaling heavily. "I hate seeing you like that. In hospital."
He nodded along slowly, and you liked the fact that he was willing to just let you speak on, even when you were finding it hard to find the words.
"I really love the fact that you're doing all of this," you quickly said, "following your dream, doing something that you love. It's just... I don't know how I would deal if something bad happened to you."
Joaquin didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he kissed the top of your head, his lips staying there for a few seconds before he looked back down at you, his hands cupping your face.
“I’m still gonna promise you I’m going to be alright, you know that right?” He asked softly. “I mean, I’m pretty good at my job, and I think Sam might kill me himself if I almost die in front of him again.”
You scoffed out a laugh, shaking your head slowly, he beat you to wiping away a tear that slipped out. You wished you didn’t realise that you couldn’t keep your tears to yourself, because within seconds you were crying your eyes out to Joaquin
He didn't say anything to reassure you then, deciding that actions would be better than anything he could say. He wrapped his arms more securely around you, tucking your head into his neck, and resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered after a few minutes, when your tears slowly went away and you were left trembling in his embrace.
Joaquin didn't want to admit that his own eyes were tearing up at your reaction, but he didn't want to also be crying while you were the one in need of comforting. He forced them away with a swift series of blinks, until he was sure that there would be no chance of him crying alongside you.
"I'm right here." He whispered eventually, but you didn't miss the way his voice subtly wavered. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
The Five Times Bob Was Accidentally Flirting (and the one time you realised it wasn't an accident) | Bob Reynolds x Reader | Oneshot
You'd spent months seeing that Thunderbolts on TV, but as a new member of the team, you're excited to get stuck in and make friends with the heroes. What you aren't expecting is Bob, or how much attention he pays you. Does he know this looks like flirting?
Content: Rom-com style fluff and flirting.
Masterlist | Marvel | Bob Reynolds
At first, you're not entirely sure what to make of Bob, the secret, mostly unknown New Avenger, when you move into the Watchtower.
And worse, you're not sure what Bob thinks of you.
You'd expected him to be quiet and keep to himself, the long sleeved sweaters and shy smiles giving the false impression of someone painfully introverted.
But he's always around, lounging on the uncomfortable couches, reading, sat at the island sipping coffee. He's a constant presence, even if you only speak a few words together. He speaks to the others a lot, and it makes you jealous that they all have this bond that you've missed out on.
It turns out, you're the shy and quiet one at first.
The new girl.
Your first impressions were formed not by TV appearances and interviews, as they were with your other new teammates, but by a single elevator ride with Mel.
"Experiment gone wrong gone sort of right, don't expect too much from him, apparently he's in recovery but…well, he's hard to monitor," she'd said, not looking up from the tablet she was tapping on.
"Sure, okay."
It had felt a cruel way to talk about any human, but particularly a person they'd done actual human experimentation on and, not for the first time, you wondered what you'd got yourself in to.
How strange would everyone be?
Mel had thrown you to the wolves as soon as the elevator opened, "oh, they're here, see you later."
She had given you a little shove, duffle bag swinging at your side, and the doors closed behind you.
"Hi Newbie, I'm US Agent, but you can call me John."
You had recognised the man from the news, Walker, he had a new costume since then, and you shook his hand and introduced yourself while he stayed in what felt like continuous motion, moving towards you, standing in parade rest, shuffling his feet.
"Oh, we know, locked files, redacted names—" he looked impressed.
"She knows who she is, Walker." His voice was soft and low, but firm, when he appeared from behind John. "Hi, I'm Bob, you can call me Bob." He smiled, holding his hand out from the ripped cuff of his oversized sweater.
"Hi, Bob." He held your hand for a second longer than you were expecting, squeezing your palm gently and looking at you as if he was inspecting you. His eyes flicked down and then up, his smile widening and a glint appearing in his eyes.
"They bring food in around six, if you're hungry, but help yourself to snacks." He had lifted his other hand and wrapped it around your far-too-long handshake, his fingernails neat and pink. "If there's nothing you like, I keep some chips and stuff over by the windows, help yourself." And then he was gone, back to a perch where you could see a stack of books and a large water bottle with a straw.
Walker had raised his eyebrows, "not like our Bob to share his secret chip stash. Welcome to the team." He patted your shoulder.
Meeting the rest of the team had been a blur of handshakes and hellos, the feel of Bob's palm never leaving your fingers. Did he realise how soft his palm had been? Did he know how warm and welcoming he was? You couldn't get the feeling of him out of your mind, or the image of his hands wrapped around yours.
Bob is funny and kind, intelligent and thoughtful.
He's forgetful too, sometimes staying in his room for a day or two and then emerging with no memory of his time away or that he forgot to turn up to a meeting.
But he takes it in his stride, lopsided smile and floppy hair and all.
He has a strange sense of routine, attempting the same series of events, even when the timing is wrong. Appearing from his room in the evening with no memory of the day but an insatiable need to eat a deli sandwich. So he does. He follows his routine regardless of what his watch says and the more he does it the more you find you don't mind.
Eating cereal with him at 10pm and watching reruns of Saturday breakfast cartoons on a Tuesday is exactly what you need to stop you worrying about the rapid training programme you're on.
One week, he starts making more of an effort to not only turn up to dinner on time, but also making sure he gets a spot next to you, and you're more pleased than you'd like to admit to spend more time with him. And to be eating dinner at dinner time, instead of in the middle of the night.
Bob angles his chair to ignore whoever's on the other side, usually Bucky or Yelena, and engages you in a series of erratic questions, normally would-you-rathers that have you questioning the sincere look in his eyes while you answer or, out of nowhere, very specific questions like your favoutite ocean animal or if you've ever broken a bone.
Yelena rolls her eyes, smiling fondly before tucking into what is always a plate of mostly Mac and cheese.
Bucky often pulls Bob's seat back, more than once an evening, opening up a space between you both that you hadn't realised Bob had closed. He shuffled closer in tiny incriments until you're pressed together, the closeness only visible when the space is created again.
"So, first test flight tomorrow?" He asks, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "How do you feel?"
"I'm good I guess, it'll be good to go out as a team before were really needed."
You'd spent a few weeks training together, going over some basic combat techniques and getting to know the jet and helicopter that will be your domain.
"Yeah," he retreated a little, tucking his left hand into his sweater and using his right to scoop up some mashed potatoes with his fork, the knowledge that he'll be left behind heavy in the room.
The table lapses into comfortable chatter, plans for what everyone is taking for the flight, routine air reconnaissance, a film they might want to watch later, and you focus on your food, enjoying the soft patter of everyone's voices.
And then fingers touch yours, "here, have some more potatoes, you can't just live on green beans." Before you can stop him he's put two scoops of potatoes onto your plate and pulled the gravy away from Ava.
"Oh, thanks Bob." When you looked up at him he's watching you, a small smile playing in the corner of his mouth, an emotion you weren't sure how to place, but his smile widened as you ate.
Despite being in many ways luxurious, the Watchtower was always somehow…uncomfortable. In the living space, by the large windows that framed the Manhattan skyline, the air was always sticky and hot. Bugs under a glass, you were always too warm so the entire team took to wearing shorts and t-shirts as if it was summer.
But the rest of the building was aggressively air conditioned, kept at a level 64°f in the hopes that it'd keep everyone calm and, more importantly to Val, looking box fresh and ready for whatever PR action she required.
In theory this meant taking a sweater everywhere, just in case. And in reality it meant that everyone left an assortment of sweaters, knitwear and even blankets in odd places like outside of the elevator and by the gym doors.
Which is exactly where you found yourself, sweat pouring down your forehead, hands on your knees, when the AC notched up and sent a full body shiver down your spine.
You were sure Valentina had this particular corridor kept colder than all the others just in case any of you were photographed looking even slightly sweaty in your own home. But now the mix of post-workout come down and over compensating cold air was giving you goosebumps so bad you were shivering.
"Hey," Bob's voice was soft in the quiet corridor.
"Uh — hi," your teeth chattered in response and you put your arms around yourself. Partly for warmth, partly because you were now very aware that you were in tight shorts and a cropped work out top while Bob looked perfectly normal in his jeans and sweater.
"Are you okay?" He squinted a little through the soft curtains of his hair, "you look kinda…unwell?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just really hot and then —" as if on cue the AC whirred again, "cold. You know how it is."
"Yeah…do you want to borrow my —?"
Bob was already pulling his sweater off before you could say anything, lifting his baggy t-shirt underneath and revealing a glimpse of those ridiculously toned abs you'd heard all about. While his face was covered by his sweater you took a moment to appreciate how good he looked, muscles flexing slightly when he moved, and then the softness of his chest as he relaxed, the t-shirt falling back down to meet the waist band of his underwear, peaking over his jeans.
"Oh — god, no, that's okay, I'll be alright — I--"
Bob continued to ignore you, frowning while he turned the sweater the right way around and then rolled it up in his hands to slip it over your head.
It'd already been a little oversized on him, but now you felt lost in it, the wool on the arms stretched out of shape but the chest pulling tighter over your breasts.
He smiled, "perfect fit."
It was warm, and it smelt lovely too, of clean laundry and something sweet but fresh like a peppermint candy, a scent so uniquly Bob you had to resit the urge to bring the sweater up and over your face so you could drink it in.
"Thanks," you allowed yourself a smile and glanced up at him, suddenly aware of how close he was, of his fingers lingering at your elbow, the gentle flutter of his lashes and the pout of his lips when he spoke.
"No problem."
He took your hand in his and for a moment your heart fluttered, then he rolled up the sleeves on each side so your fingers could be seen from between the thick cuffs, "there, perfect, see ya later."
He left you in the corridor, surrounded by him, your mind reeling.
"So if you all open your mission briefs you'll see —" Mel paused and waited for Bob to sit down, his late arrival to the meeting resulting in the most awkward of silences.
"Sorry," he whispered, sliding into a chair next to you and placing a coffee cup in your line of sight.
"As I was saying, your mission briefs have an outline of the building inside, I've marked the areas with CCTV, you'll need to recon how wide this is."
"Can we share?" Bob's voice was a soft tickle in your ear.
"Sure," you pushed the manilla folder closer to him and he scooted his chair over.
"Thanks," he shifted, his arm around the back of your chair so he could lean closer over your shoulder. The scent of his body wash was strong and, judging by the damp curls of hair at his nape, he'd run from the shower. Bob's hand brushed your bare arm, warm and soft.
You resisted the urge to lean into him, to allow your cheek to rest against his chest, to wrap your own arm around him in return. You were also suddenly very conscious that you were wearing his sweater today, it had found its way into your gym bag as the perfect cover up to go with your gym workout gear and you'd been reluctant to part with it.
Bob's fingers pulled at the cuff and he smiled.
"Sorry, meant to give it back."
"No, don't, looks better on you anyway."
Across the table Bucky coughed and Ava stiffled a laugh from behind her folder.
Bob tapped the papers together in a poor immitation of a news anchor and you both looked back down at the floor plans.
"This looks easy." He whispered again, "but can I come with you?"
At the front of the room, Mel rolled her eyes again. "Can we please focus on this incredibly short meeting like the adults we are?"
Nodding you tried to look contrite, turning your page in time with the change of slide on Mel's projection.
Mel made a mental note to tell Valentina she'd found a way to get Bob on missions.
"It was not that bad, you exaggerate." Yelena teased.
"It was that bad, fuck, I don't know how I'm supposed to sleep now."
John turned the television off, taking the credits of the bone chillingly freaky film Yelena had chosen with it.
"Derivative." Ava said, sneaking the last of the popcorn.
"I liked the man at the end when he —"
"Oh my god, Alexei, please don't." You buried your face into the nearest pillow and curled up.
"Alright kids, that's enough." Bucky said decisively, stacking snack bowls and turning the blinding overhead lights on. "Bed time," he began shooing you all off the sofas, "you don't have to go home but you can't stay here, bars closed, get out."
He gave a half smile when Yelena and Ava booed, throwing stale popcorn at his retreating back before scurrying away to their rooms.
"I know where you live!" Bucky yelled from behind the dishwasher.
"I choose next film, know good Russian film, very scary."
"Please no," you still hadn't moved, despite the others filtering out into the corridor. The thought of putting your foot down on the floor was giving you the shivers, what if that thing was under the sofa and grabbed you and then —
"Are you alright?" Bob's hand on your shoulder was steadying, as warm as it had been in your mission briefing last week.
"Just…spooked, I guess. I should walk it off. I'll be alright."
The dishwasher clicked, the water starting, and you jumped, throwing the cushion towards the counter and reaching for the gun normally holstered on your thigh. It did get you out of your seat though, even if it was to run for the door.
"Ohhkayyy, you're not fine."
"I am, really, I'll just keep the lights on."
Bob rolled his eyes, keeping pace as you walked down the hallway to your rooms.
"Okay, I'm fine, night, Bob." You gave him a weak smile and opened your bedroom door, the room beyond dark with patches of shadows from the ever present glow of New York.
"Come on," Bob shut the door with a click and took your hand, leading you across the hall to his room, "you can stay with me."
The table lamps were already on in Bob's room, casting a warm light that chased the odd shadows into the corners.
"You can take the bed —" he gestured to the collection of pillows and blankets strewn across his otherwise identical bed.
"Or…we could share?" You suggested, half-hopeful. After all these little touches you were still unsure if Bob even liked you like that. He was always so kind and gentle, thoughtful and friendly.
"Sure, I'll brave your room and get you something to—"
"Do not leave me for the monsters, Robert Reynolds!"
After a promise that he'd never ever let a monster eat you, and a quick turn in his ensuite to wash your face and change into a spare t-shirt and shorts, you climb into bed.
"Thanks for letting me stay here." You whispered into the semi-dark, one little light still on in the corner.
"Of course, I'm here whenever you need me."
Even as Bob wrapped his arm around your waist, his nose tickling the back of your neck, you still weren't sure if Bob realised just how boyfriend he'd become. He was just so kind and thoughtful.
His hand splayed out over your tummy, his thumb tucked under the fabric of your shirt and rubbing soothing little rainbows into your skin.
"I hate these things," Yelena tossed the embossed paper invite onto the kitchen island where it skidded to a halt in front of your coffee cup.
"What is it now?"
"Some gala charity thing," Bob read over your shoulder, his hand brushing your elbow. "Top up?" He didn't wait for an answer before pouring fresh coffee into your cup.
"I'll be in my room," Bob filled his own cup and slouched back to the elevator.
"And is there coffee for me, no, of course not." Yelena muttered to herself, banging her mug behind you.
"The worst part is, I don't even enjoy dress shopping anymore." You let your head rest on the cool countertop, thinking about a day getting prodded and poked by Valentina's staff, fitting you into some awful outfit to satisfy a brand deal.
"No, the worst part is I will have to hang out on my own now."
"What do you mean? We always hang out at these things, I was planning on stealing a tray of cocktails and hiding in a corner with you!"
Ava appeared, yawning and making grabby hands at Yelena until she shared her coffee. Her eyes caught on the invitation and she sighed deeply.
"I guess it's just the two of us this time!" Ava handed the mug back.
"What are you two talking about!?"
The elevator dinged again and Bob strolled back out, "before I forget," he ruffled his sleepy curls, "let me know what colour Valentina puts you in, then I'll get a tie."
He turned away as if he hadn't just said the most confusing thing you'd ever heard.
"See." Yelena said with a smirk.
Ava just pointed, as if that helped at all.
You slumped forward onto the counter. "You are no help!"
Ava and Yelena lent against each other, laughing in a way that just made you angrier.
"Whatever." You dumped your coffee out in the sink and slunk off to your bedroom.
In the end, Valentina put you in black, she put everyone in black and herself in white as if she was arranging a wedding with her own ego.
Just to spite her you'd pretended the heels she'd sent didn't fit and, instead, had chosen a pair in a deep midnight blue that caught the light as you moved.
As always she arranged you all in the living space, scrubbed clean and then styled earlier in the day, heaven forbid people saw that you were normal people, ready for what Alexei called the "family photograph" and Bucky called "pandering to the press."
The only problem was, Bob hadn't arrived yet.
"Mel," Valentina snapped, "go and fetch him!"
Frustration bubbled through the room as Mel scurried to the elevator just as it opened, and out stepped Bob.
He'd brushed his hair back for the evening, long curls hugging his ears. And, like the others, he was wearing a black suit and white shirt. But, around his neck, he wore a midnight blue tie and silver tie pin.
It was like time had slowed down under his gaze.
Yelena smirked at Ava and then you.
But you didn't care, because Bob was looking at you, up and down slowly, landing on your shoes and allowing a soft smile to play across his lips before time started up again.
"I'm here, I'm here." He hurried to take his place, putting his arm around your waist. His grip was warm and firm through the thin material of your dress.
The photographer clicked rapidly, having given up on trying to get you all to look at the camera at the same time a few months ago. He checked his laptop and then, as quickly as he'd clicked, the team dispersed around the room.
Everyone except you and Bob.
"You look beautiful," Bob whispered, his cheek brushing yours when he turned towards you.
"Thank you, you look really handsome."
A blush rose on the back of his neck.
"I especially like your tie," you turned towards him, as if to fix something on his lapel and caught his eyes, a slight sparkle beneath the dark blue.
"Well you didn't tell me what colour you'd be wearing, so I had to guess."
You both looked down at your shoes and, when you looked back, he was already looking at you. He was so close you could feel his soft exhale when you stepped even closer. He was wearing cologne, layered over the familiar scent of his body wash and shampoo.
Bob opened and then closed his mouth, a little frown line appearing between his brows.
You saved him, taking his hand and running your finger over his thumbnail. "I think I've been really stupid."
"You could never —"
"This whole time I thought…I just thought you were being friendly and maybe you just didn't realise how flirty you were being..."
Bob squeezed your fingers and then let them go, stepping back and bursting the bubble you'd found yourselves in.
"Oh — I'm sorry, I didn't mean to over step, I made you feel uncomfortable and —" he blew out a breath, scrunching a hand in his hair.
"You didn't overstep, I…understepped?" You laughed and he paused, looking at you again with such intensity that you lost your words. Instead you tugged on his hand again, stood on your tiptoes and kissed him.
His lips were soft beneath yours, a gentle caress, his hands slid down your bare arms and he encouraged you to loop them around his neck, pulling you closer.
His hand on your waist had been warm during the photographs, but it was nothing to the feel of his entire body pressed against your own, each part of you slotting together perfectly. The bubble you were worried you'd burst grew, a rainbow slick of sunshine warming you both in the setting New York sun.
Summary: It's your first time celebrating your birthday with Bob and he planned the perfect day for you.
Word Count: 1325
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear @lovesflourmorethananything!!! This is for you!! I hope you like this and I hope that you have an amazing birthday!💗
Divider made by @saradika-graphics
Masterlist
It was late at night and you were cuddled up with Bob in your bed, watching a movie and holding each other close. After the movie ended there was a silence between the two of you, but it was a comfortable one and you both didn’t say anything for a while and just enjoyed each other’s company.
After a bit Bob gently kissed your forehead and played with your hair.
“Your birthday is coming up soon.” He suddenly said and you looked up at him, to see him smiling at you with a thoughtful look.
“We don’t need to make a big deal out of it, no one ever really did.” You said and Bob’s gaze softened.
“Then let me change that yeah? Let me make a fuss about it, you deserve it.” He said and looked at you with that soft smile while his hand slowly soothed your cheek.
“Okay.” You said with a slight smile because you couldn’t refuse him, especially not when he was looking at you like that. Bob’s smile grew and he gave you another soft kiss, this time on your cheek.
“I promise I won’t plan anything that you don’t like.” He said and you snugged closer again with a smile on your face.
The time passed quickly and your birthday arrived soon. On your birthday you woke up with your head laying on Bob’s chest, your arms wrapped around him and he was holding you close. Bob was drawing some slow and soft circles on your arm while his other hand played with your hair. When he noticed that you started to wake up Bob began to place some gentle kisses on your shoulder, your forehead and anywhere else that he could reach.
“Good morning birthday girl.” Bob whispered into your ear and began placing some more kisses on you until he finally kissed your lips. The kiss started soft and then got more passionate. As you leant, closer one of his hands wandered from your cheek to your hair. You smiled against his lips, which made Bob deepen the kiss. Bob placed one more kiss on the corner of your lips before he broke away but only so that he could look into your eyes, while still holding your cheek gently.
“Happy birthday my love.” Bob whispered with a smile.
“Thank you babe. This is already the best way to start a birthday.” You said and Bob smiled more.
“I’m glad baby but we haven’t even started with our birthday plans yet.” Bob said while gently rubbing your back. Bob gave you a kiss on the forehead and then slowly moved, so that he was sitting up and reached for his glasses on the bedside table.
“I’m gonna go and make us some breakfast while you stay here and relax, okay? You can finally read a bit in the new book that you started and when I’m finished, I’ll tell you.” Bob told you and you were about to protest and tell him that you want to help him with making breakfast, but Bob silenced you with a quick kiss.
“Relax love.” Bob whispered and you couldn’t say no and you also couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on your face. Bob gave you another kiss on the forehead and then he disappeared into the kitchen. You reached for the book on your bedside table with a smile. Now and then you had to smile and chuckle because you heard Bob rumble around in the kitchen.
A while later Bob knocked on the bedroom door and then popped his head in.
“Breakfast is almost ready, my love.” Bob said and you looked up from your book.
“Okay, I’ll be with you in a bit.” You said with a smile and Bob nodded.
A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen, right when Bob was placing the plate with the pancakes and with the berries on the table. As you looked at the table you began to smile more as you saw the beautiful flowers that Bob had placed there.
“Thank you babe these are so beautiful.”
“Of course.” Bob said with a kiss on your cheek. You enjoyed Bob’s pancakes while talking about everything and nothing.
“So, after breakfast I thought that we could go to the cozy bookstore that you like, after that we could head to the cats coffee shop and then we could go for a walk at the beach.” Bob told you and you began to smile.
“That sounds amazing.” You said and Bob smiled back at you.
“But first, let me give you your present.” He said with a smile and handed you a small box. You opened the box and found a beautiful, simple but elegant necklace in it.
“Can I?” Bob asked quietly and you nodded. Bob moved to stand behind you, his fingers were a bit unsteady as he fastened the clasp. Bob moved back to stand in front of you again and admired how well the beautiful necklace fitted you.
“Thank you Bobby, it’s so beautiful.” You said.
“You’re welcome. It looks so perfect on you.” Bob said with a smile.
After breakfast you did exactly what Bob had told you. You went to the cozy bookstore, you walked around and looked at all the new books and even found three books that you liked. As you were about to pay for them Bob shook his head and quickly pulled out his card.
“Let me treat you today.” Bob said, he paid for the books for you and then he carried the books back to the car for you. When you were both sitting in the car again, Bob reached for your hand and then started to drive to the cat coffee.
At the cat coffee you both ordered a cake and a coffee and searched for a cozy corner. Cats were going everywhere, you leant down to pet some and Bob and you also played with some. Bob took some pictures of you with a smile, and you also took a picture of him as a fluffy cat sat down on his lap and purred as he began to pet her. As Bob noticed that you had taken a picture of him, he began to blush and looked away again, which made you giggle.
You stayed there for way longer than you expected because the sun was already going down as you left and made your way to the beach. Bob held your hand and you intertwined it with yours as you walked down the beach. The walk was shared in a cozy atmosphere with soft kisses and quiet conversations. After a while you ended up near the hard deck and Bob nodded over to the hard deck.
“We can go in for a bit if you want.” Bob suggested and you nodded. As you walked closer you noticed that there was no loud music coming from the inside of the bar and that the lights were turned off. You looked over to Bob confused.
“Are you sure that it’s open tonight?” You asked and Bob shrugged.
“Let’s find out.” Bob said and opened the door. As you both walked in the light suddenly went back on.
“Surprise!” The whole dagger squad shouted and jumped out while throwing some confetti.
“Happy birthday.” Natasha said as she came over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.
“Thank you Nat.” You said and smiled at her. Bradley came next to give you a hug and the others followed, each one pulling you into a gentle embrace and wishing you a happy birthday. They gave you some presents, you talked, laughed, ate some cake, danced and after a while Bradley sang a song on the piano.
You had such a great night with all your friends and an even better day with Bob. It was the perfect way to end such an amazing birthday.
