#short fluff

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lazy saturday | bob reynolds

summary: a day off after endless missions and being separated from each other

warnings: none! just short and sweet, probably not proofread

the early morning sun spilled through the closed curtains of the still sleeping, silent tower. under the sheets, still in bed, lie two bodies— still curled up with each other, legs tangled together, never seeming to be close enough, even in sleep. one of them stirred slightly, his messy hair falling over his eyes as he shifted towards the other.

you felt heat press against your back as he drew you even closer to him, sighing contently once he was sure you couldn’t shift away from him. bob always radiated heat– it was no problem at all to you, who was always cold. he exhaled deeply against your neck, fingers brushing your hair to the side so he could place a gentle kiss against your skin. “i missed this…” his voice was deeper, slightly raspy as sleep still clung to him. you felt a smile creep onto your face as you savored the feeling of being in his arms again. he had been away for two weeks, on some secret ops mission just over the border. two weeks wasn’t long, but for the two of you, it may as well have been years.

most days the two of you would be found sitting hip to hip, fingers usually laced together as you shared books or watched movies or nineties comfort sitcoms. the others had gotten used to it— the constant closeness, the way bob would just cling to you like you were his life preserver in an endless ocean. if you weren’t together, the others would actually assume something was wrong. so when valentina announced an away mission— somewhere in the forest of canada, for maybe a month, the room went silent. bucky, bob and ava had been chosen; val thinking they were the best chance of getting in and out without being noticed— or killed. it had gone smoothly and mercifully taken two weeks less than you had prepared yourself for.

they had gotten in late last night and hadn’t had any cell reception to give you a warning. you were moping around pathetically, john and yelena trying helplessly to keep you distracted and busy and not missing bob. the movie marathons and board games were fun, but you had missed bob terribly. you were honestly wondering how you could possibly survive another two weeks, when the security system went off and you heard the jet landing on the roof. yelena and john just exhanged glances, knowing it was two weeks early, but silently relieved they wouldn’t have to watch you mope around any longer. you were running to the elevator, barefoot and not bothering to grab a coat.

it had been pouring rain, the wind nearly knocking you over as you stood in bob’s shirt and pajama pants, waiting. you had run into his arms before he had even stepped onto the ramp of the jet, soaking wet and shivering but only seeing him. bob was still in his sentry suit, half asleep, hair sticking up in it’s usual fashion. he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. “hey—“ he exhaled in a laugh, burying his face in your hair. “i missed you—“ you felt like you could finally breathe again. bob held you tighter against him and he wasn’t sure if it was more for you, or for him. bob didn’t say anything for a while, just holding you tightly against him, letting his heart beat normally again as his arms became familiar with you again. his breathing was quicker, not sure why he was so emotional to have you in his arms again. “are you okay?“ you pulled your face away from his chest and looked up at him with worried eyes. “yes,” bob kissed your head, realizing you wete the one soaking wet and without a coat, “i’m more than okay now.” you smiled widely, burying your face against his chest again. “i love you…” he let his chin rest on the top of your head, eyes closed. “i love you.” bob squeezed you again before letting your feet touch the ground, “let’s get you inside… you’re soaking wet and shivering.” you were still smiling, “i don’t care…” you reached up on your toes and placed a quick kiss against his lips. bob was grinning then, so unlike the god-like hero he had been for the past two weeks, and finally once again just your bob; the quiet, shy bob that blushed if you complemented him, and spent all his free time reading books with his head in your lap.

bob had insisted that you take a shower, you had insisted only if he joined you. he didn’t complain at all; holding you tightly under the hot water until you stopped shivering and he felt like himself again.

bob was smiling to himself when you finally opened your eyes to look at him. “good morning.” his eyes glowed slightly, a side effect that happened every time he was around you: happy, content, finally at peace again. “i missed you.” he pulled you into his chest again and you breathed him in deeply. his skin was hot— it always was, warming up your cheek in the cool fall morning. he wrapped his arms around you, warming up every inch of you from the inside. “i was going to make breakfast…” bob laughed softly when you shook your head, “no? you need to eat, angel.” you shook your head again, burying your face deeper against him, “just need you.” he hummed softly, knowing full well if you could climb in his skin you would- and even that wouldn’t be close enough. “i don’t think i can replace food, my love.” you sighed softly. “ten more minutes and how about we go to that cafe down the street?” you hummed again, wanting nothing more than to stay tangled up with and wrapped around him all day. “baby..” he tried sounding firm, but the smile on his face was evident in his voice.

you had a book tucked under your arm, wearing one of bob’s old sweatshirts over black leggings and worn converse. he was looking at you from over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. he had convinced you to get up finally, after promising to return exactly to your cuddling positions when you got home again. bob had his own book in his hand, wallet stuffed in his pocket, holding his hand out to reach yours. you took it, fingers lacing through his. “ready?” you looked down at your attempt at an outfit and nodded, kissing his jaw once more before bob opened the door for you.

bob had his hand in yours, still only watching you as you walked down the sidewalk. you were filling him in on the few things he had missed— mainly the daily arguments between john and yelena that yelena always instigated. he filled you in on the mission, mostly reiterating how much he had missed you. bob nodded to every man you passed, pulling you closer to him each time, without realizing. his arm would move from holding your hand to around your shoulder, eyeing the few men that would look you up and down with a look usually only reserved for battles. your heart swelled each time, knowing full well no one would be able to take you from him even if they tried.

the coffee shop was always busy, though today you had gotten there earlier than the busy church crowd. bob walked you to your usual spots, setting his book down next to you, before going to order. bob returned shortly, kissing the top of your head as he handed you your usual drink. you grinned up at him, kissing him again, not at all caring about the public setting. bob had his tea, stirring it slowly as he cracked open his book. you leaned against him, returning to your own book. the pair of you lost yourselves in your books and each other’s company, not saying a word even after your food came and was long gone. the cafe filled up, the room got louder, and still, the two of you stayed silent, slumped against each other, occasionally exchanging a few i love you’s, or just checking in. the morning passed into afternoon, and your reading date was only interrupted by the sudden roll of thunder. bob looked up, eyes on the sky through the window, now dark and dreary.

people outside had started ducking indoors, scared to get wet before the rain even started. the cafe filled up quickly, people pulling out umbrellas and bumping into each other in the stereotypical rude new yorker style. a man had stumbled into you, having been pushed by someone else. bob jumped up, “hey—“ you grabbed his arm, eyes widening slightly. the man just glared at him, pushing past him and towards the counter. bob mumbled something, cold stare on the man as he turned away. “are you okay?” his eyes glowed slightly, jaw tight as he turned back to you. “i’m fine, bob…” he stood over you like a guard dog, hands on your shoulders as he looked you over in concern. “bob. hey…” you put your hands over his, trying to bring his attention back. “hey–“ you put your hand on his chin gently, tilting his head so he was looking at you, “i’m fine… okay?” bob nodded, jaw still tight, eyes shifting back to you, “sorry… okay…” he shook his head slightly, “sorry… i’m— he didn’t apologize…” you pushed his hair out of his face, biting your lip slightly, “it’s okay. hey… do you want to head home?” bob nodded, breathing steadily as he fought to calm down again, “sorry…” bob didn’t usually get worked up easily, but sometimes, if it was you, he would get slightly over protective in public. “it’s fine. let’s go home…” you kissed his cheek and gathered up the two books from the table.

bob held his arms out to carry the books for you, giving you a small shy smile as he took your hand again. it was already raining when you stepped outside, earning a small curse from bob. he looked at you apologetically, but you were laughing as the rain once again fell against your skin. bob tucked the books under his shirt and took your hand again before the two of you started running. you were laughing, giggling really, as you sprinted across the sidewalk through the rain that was gradually becoming a downpour. bob pushed open the door for you, squinting against the rain that was running down into his eyes. you pulled him in behind you, breathless and still laughing. bob stopped against your chest, smiling stupidly, soaking wet and equally out of breath. you shivered slightly, eyeing bob with a playful expression. he pulled the books out from under his shirt, smiling proudly, “they’re mostly dry, at least.” you laughed, taking them from him and tucking them under your arms. his hair was stuck to his forehead, water running down his face. his clothes clung to him, dripping onto the floor. you were cold, still shivering slightly. but the only thing you could think about was how unbelievably attractive bob looked— with his messy, dripping hair sticking to him and his clothes clinging to him and leaving very little to the outline of his abs. your lip twitched into a smirk as he met your eyes with a playful sparkle and you pulled him in for a kiss.

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a/n: i know this is short but i still think it’s cute🤧 i hope you like it!!!

Gansey was different around her. He was softer, as if treading on water slow enough to stop the ripple. He took time to think everything twice before he spoke, he never lashed out like he had at Adam several times before. It was as if his brain was rewired around her. He laughed more, even at Adam’s dumb remarks which usually got a smirk or a huff.

Blue was different too. When Gansey came around she stopped being so careful. She could be meaner and wilder around him. When they were alone she was so careful, trying to pick every word and action correctly before acting upon it.

He was rightfully jealous at first. His girl and his best friend, so comfortable around each other when it seemed all they could ever do was treat Adam as a street dog who followed them around. But when that stopped, all he could do was hurt. They way they looked at each other when no one was looking. How they talked so close together without feeling uncomfortable. How they had some tiny jokes he didn’t get and they tried to let them pass over. He noticed. He would never stop noticing.

But mostly, he wanted to feel like that too. Comfortable. Truly comfortable. Not practiced and trained comfort, which always made his stomach turn a little when he fell back into it. Not the comfort that came after knowing someone and what was right or wrong in their eyes. Practiced. Their comfort came naturally, barely having known each other they were all buddy-buddy. Talking as if they’d had dozens of conversations before, as if right and wrong was always the same, without treading carefully to avoid mistakes. And any mistakes seemed natural too, passed as a joke or a situation easily diffused. No hard conversations, no fights, no lashing out, no uncomfortable question and misunderstood gestures that needed to be followed with thorough explanation.

It seemed ridiculous, but he couldn’t keep himself from wondering if he’d ever have that, or if it came with something he’d never have. Like money or love. If there was anyone out there who didn’t think he was too rough around the edges, too damaged. Someone who would get him without a bazillion conversations about every thing that made him turn out the way he was. Who would secretly smile at the private jokes while trying not to make it obvious that they were leaving the rest behind. Or, who would be willing to be left behind with him. Someone who would make him forget about Blue and Gansey and Gansey and Blue.

He tried picturing it, the casual conversations over coffee about stuff he actually cared about, the laughing at his dirty work clothes instead of having to apologize every half a second, sitting comfortably in silence. He wanted it so badly, but he usually came to understand he never pictured himself in those scenarios. It was an Adam-like guy. With a better face; no discernible stress, no eye-bags or dirt under his fingernails. With a nicer side profile and cleaner teeth. Cleaner everything. In his fantasies, the Adam-like guy was always clean and smelt nice and never needed to add water to the Three-In-One shampoo he used. He was good at conversations and always knew how to diffuse hard topics without needing to change the subject. He was always happy, smiling and inviting. It was hard to look at himself in the mirror after it. Seeing the real Adam was always harder after waking up.

It was strange, he was never kept awake thinking about his parents. If he thought about it, it was usually during work while he made secret calculations about how much money he’d have left after it. But at night, he was kept awake thinking about how much he was still missing. He had so much to catch up to, so much he never had and was starting to believe he’d never have. Money was easier, hard work was usually rewarded nicely. Love however…

“Parrish.” Ronan knocked once again, harder. “I know you’re awake it’s still too early.”

“Lynch?” Adam turned on the big light and opened the door.

“I brought some leftover pizza. Gansey said to throw it out but Noah guessed it was better to eat here rather than eat it alone at five in the morning.”

“Noah’s here?” Adam scrubbed his left eye.

“He was,” Ronan opened the carton box and took a huge bite. “Churches scare the hell out of him. Says it knows he shouldn’t be here.”

Adam tried not to eye the pizza too much. He was starving but he needed to play it cool. “Makes sense.”

“You gonna let me in or what?” Ronan said with a full mouth.

“Right. Sorry. There isn’t much space to sit down, but we can eat on the floor.”

“Rou eat om de flo?” Said Ronan from the floor.

“Chew Lynch, it’s disgusting.”

“I asked if you eat on the floor.”

“Uh… yeah,” Adam scratched his left ear uncomfortably. “But most times I eat at work or on my bed.”

“That’s disgusting.” Ronan said “You should change that mattress by the way.”

Adam scoffed at the bare thought of having enough money for a new mattress. “It’s more comfortable that it looks.”

“I know.” Ronan smiled. “I’ve pissed on that bed.”

“Jesus Christ Ronan.” Adam gagged. “Why?”

“Take a slice and I’ll tell you.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Eat or I’ll come while you’re at work and piss on it again.”

Your Godly lover had given you immortality after They nearly lost you. They couldn’t bear the idea of losing you. You hated Them for it even all these centuries later. You had to watch your family grow old and die. Your younger siblings. Their children. Their children’s children. Eventually you couldn’t even be around their descendants. It was too hard. All you could do was set up a trust fund each time you found out another had been born. You still had to take care of them somehow. They were all that was left in this world of your family.

You were a whispered legend in the county you lived in. Some thought you were a Spirit of the Forest that was from the pre-Colonization of the area. Some said you were a monster, lurking and read to eat unsuspecting youth who wandered into your trees. Others said you were stolen by a man who killed you. Very few whispered the truth, because those who had eventually were forced away from the area to allow it to be settled.

It wasn’t until some of your youngest sister’s descendants moved back to the area that you allowed yourself to peek at them. You’d find excuses to go to town, to find them. Your sister had been gorgeous. Maybe the most beautiful woman aside from your mother that you’d ever seen. She was tall, with eyes like clay, hair like midnight and skin so smooth you always wanted to be the one to paint it. Her descendant was none of those things aside from beautiful.

Her eyes shun like the midday sky, with hair that curled and twisted in ways you’d never imagined before the settlers came. Her face was round and childlike despite the life line that aged her face. Her skin burned easily in the sun that your sister loved, but there was ink on that skin. A permanent painting of a bird. You couldn’t help but smile. The more you saw her, the more you wanted to get to know her. You were attached. You did get to know her. You two chatted, and her voice sounding like a melody. You loved her. She was almost like her sister had come back to you.

Then she died.

You felt like your heart was torn out of your chest. You screamed, cried, begged your Godly former lover to let you die, but They didn’t. Then, a few days after, you stood at the edge of her funeral, watching her cold body be lowered into the ground. You saw her husband standing there with their child. A beautiful little girl who reminded you so much of her mother.

It wasn’t long until you saw that same beautiful little girl curled up in a ball in the middle of the woods, sobbing. Her father said he wanted to go camping, then left her. You couldn’t let the search party find her. They would give her back to that man who said she ran off, and she was too young to deny it.

As you sat with her head in your lap and she started to fall asleep, having washed the dirt out of her golden hair, your Godly former lover appeared before you.

“This will hurt. It always does.”

You look at Them, your lower lip trembling. “I know, but I had to save her. He would have just done something else if this didn’t work.”

They look down at the little girl, tilting Their head. “Her heart reminds me of hers. Pure. Soft. She will grow up to be kind, just like her.”

“I miss her,” you whisper, voice cracking as you look down at the sleeping child.

Your Godly former lover lays Their hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I love you.”

“I know. I wish you didn’t.”

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

"I had a question. All my friends have grandparents,do I have any?"

A jolt went up Zuko's spine. Perhaps it was heaven sent? Hell if she was dead in Zuko's opinion. Aang stood there nervously. While Katara tried to come up with a response. "Uh," Katara chuckled nervously. "Well,sweetie..." Zuko took a nervous sip of tea to try to calm himself down.

"And what was Azula like when you were children,papa?"

Zuko spat his tea out and coughed aggressively. Aang stood up to try to help him. Katara waterbend it out of the ground,while Aang tried to slap Zuko's back,rather hurting him instead.

"Well,auntie Azula is good now."

"Was my grandpa a good father?"

Zuko was on the ground,if he wasn't he would be laughing at this ridiculous suggestion. Katara decided to take initiativ.

"Long ago-"

"THERE WERE AWFUL AND SHITTY PEOPLE!"

They turned around to see Sokka standing next to Iroh. Aang swiftly covered Izumi's ears.

"Hi? I'm right here you know?" Azula stated from the back. Chuckling to herself. She walked over to Izumi and took her into her arms. "Good job."

Bonus:

Izumi sat in her papa's lap. "Okay,I'm going to teach you something very important. Alright,repeat after me. Azula always lies,Azula always lies." "Azula always lies."

Azula and Katara peaked through the door,an offended Azula next to a smug,teasing Katara.

pairing: bob x reader

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You were a female Maverick. That’s all there was to it. You never even met the man until you were called back to TOPGUN. He immediately liked you, and Admiral Simpson kindly used your call sign to refer to you.

“She’s a hazard to all the pilots up there, much like you are, Maverick,” you overheard him say one day. It’s not a lie, you and your plane had a special bond. You were a team, pushing each other’s limits. You took risks that you knew your plane could handle, often not thinking of other things in the sky like general safety.

No one really saw your relationship with Bob coming, but they do say that opposites attract. You both flew in the same squadron and had been secretly together for years. The pilots found out by accident. While he trusts you on the ground, he is very happy that he isn’t your WSO. You take it as a compliment.

The late afternoon Florida sun creeps into the window of your bedroom, the smell of the fresh ocean air flows through the open window, tickling your nose. It mixes perfectly with the musk of Bob’s cologne. You both had the day off and you spent it doing the second thing you do best. Sleep. Bob has one arm barely around your waist, sort of spooning you, but it’s too hot for the cuddling. The alarm you both set to let you know when you wasted most of the day goes off, prompting you to subconsciously seek Bob out and cuddle into him. He turns off the alarm and pressed featherlight kisses to your hair.

You both were enjoying a short detachment to train until you returned to Lemoore. Bob watches your eyebrows slightly furrow in thought as he strokes your hair.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours? Talk to me,” he says softly, his southern accent soothing.

“Does my flying scare you? Some people refuse to fly with me because I’m too much like Maverick,” you whisper, having come off a bad flight day the previous day.

Bob let’s put a soft sigh, mulling over his thoughts. “I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t scare me. I’m scared every time, because I don’t wanna lose you. But, I love the way your face lights up when someone says, ‘It might be dangerous.’ You love a challenge and I know you can handle anything,” Bob stares into your eyes and you feel a little bit better. He later claims that that was the moment he decided he was going to marry you.

“I’m still a hazard. I know I am. I fly like that on purpose. I just wish people knew,” you whisper.

“They will. One day,” he promises, his hand rubbing lazy circles on you hip below the thin sheet.

The next time you flew with Maverick, you refined your skills, showing more deliberate moves instead of wild ones while being your ‘hazardous self’. Bob updated you on some compliments he overheard. Maybe the training assignment wasn’t so bad. Even seasoned pilots have more to learn.

“Good job, Kid. It seems as if you have taught me something as well,” he pats your shoulder and smiles.

“When did Hazard become less of a hazard?” Fanboy asks Bob, who just smiles affectionately at you and shrugs.

“Still one damn good pilot,” he comments, admiring your suppressed expression of joy.

She couldn't complain too much. This was a duty she would gladly bear if it meant she could help her people into a more peaceful era. The biggest downside was that it hardly left her any time to spend with you. Even on the best of days she only had time to exchange pleasantries with you when you two crossed paths in the halls of the castle. It always made her day to see you smile but she would have been more thankful if there was more time to spend here.

A warm hand was placed to his cheek, a loving smile plastered on his lips as he looked into your eyes. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes filled with nothing but that comforting yet gentle warmth to them.

It was the perfect scene, the sun shining from behind as you both held each other. He leaned down, his forehead resting on your own as both of your eyes were closed. “Izuku?” He hummed in response. “I love you so, so much.” You opened your eyes to find yourself staring into his.

The hand on his cheek was covered with his own, seeming to be a bit bigger than yours in comparison. “I love you too, my love.”

Lips were met in a passionate kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck as you’re pushed even closer to his body. Nothing but love was shared between you both.

It was, without a doubt, that he was madly in love with you. And, so were you.