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Jon Snow with a Pregnant Wife:

GAME OF THRONES

Summary: Jon Headcanons, very fluffy

A/N: I believe this was inspired by someone else’s idea, but I could not locate the original post. also I’m so sorry if this is shit, soft jon makes me so happy though

He would not let you pick up a god damn thing if he was around

Yes, he knows you are a very strong and capable woman, that’s one of the reasons he loves you

But you are now his wife bearing his child, and he isn’t about to risk losing either of you in any circumstance.

So he’ll draw you a hot bath, bring you any meals your craving, and make sure you’re wrapped up in the coziest furs against the cold snow of the north

He even does the trick where he wrapped his arms around you from behind and will gently lift up your belly for a few minutes, taking the pressure off of your poor body

He’s also very proud at the fact his beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing, but this also makes him very protective

If there is any risk of battle around, he makes sure you have the highest security and wants reports from his men that you’re safe and healthy

Everyone under his command knows that there would be hell to pay if anything was to happen to Jon Snow’s wife

And when it’s just the two of you alone in bed, he likes to pepper your stomach in soft kisses and mumble sweet things to the babe inside you

He turns into such a softie, sometimes it takes you off guard

You can tell that that little one touches something deep in his heart

As a bastard himself, he’s made it up in his mind that this child will be loved and taken care of to the best of his ability, to make sure they know they’re Father will always have their back

Obviously this makes you emotional, so when you shed tears over how touching he is, he apologizes and comforts you

Those strong hands wipe away the tears on your cheeks, and places kisses all over your face this time

You couldn’t be more proud of the father he is now, and what he will become

When you finally go into labor one day, he is pacing outside of the door like a madman

Everytime he hears you wail, pain goes through his heart

He knows you’ll be okay, you’re tough and admirable, but his brain can’t help but think about complications

If something happens, he can’t protect you this time

His knowledge pales when it comes to child birth, he isn’t a Maester, maybe he should get Sam’s advice

And when he finally hears the cries of a healthy babe and the cooing of your hoarse voice, tears run down his face

It gets even worse when they let him in and his blurry vision lands on your naked form clutching a tiny figure close to your chest

That sight, is everything he could have dreamed of and more

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Sensitive Thighs

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Sensitive Thighed!Reader

A/N: just some messy headcanons with our favorite angry boy. Slightly NSFW.

Bakugou finds out you have sensitive thighs pretty early on in your relationship

One night when your at his apartment and things start to get a little hot ‘n heavy on the couch, he brings down a hand to grip the supple skin of your thigh

And you too lost in his kisses let out too obvious of a whimper into his mouth, jolting a little in his hold

He pulls back from your lips, not quite clicking together what caused that reaction, his eyes searching your expression

All he finds is swollen lips, flushed cheeks and the doe eyes you make for only him

As he goes to speak he moves his hand again, giving a little reassuring squeeze while moving further up your thigh

You inhale quickly, your body responding before you could stop it as you arch towards him, and it clicks in Bakugou’s mind

Sweet spot located

As if to prove his thoughts true, he brings his other hand to the opposite thigh to match, and does the same dragging motion again

“You okay, angel?”

You can hear the smirk clear through his gravelly tone

Everything gets a little more hazy as you try to joke out a reply

“I just-“ you try to defend yourself before Bakugou dives for your neck, weight shifting to move you underneath him now

Another moan slips out, and he groans in response, blending into his kisses

“Didn’t know you had sensitive thighs, babe,” he speaks gruffly, muffled by your skin

You blush, bringing your hands up into his blonde hair, “Didn’t think it was important info to share-“

He laughs a little bit, moving to sit back on his heels above you

God, his vermillion stare ripping across your body sent heat straight to your core

“Oh trust me, it is, idiot.” he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room

You brought your knees together, feeling vulnerable with him towering over you as you in turn shed your shirt, pants already thrown somewhere too

How was he so gorgeous? Thick ropes of muscle over his shoulders and arms, a taut abdomen and chest littered with scars from pro hero work. Big, tough hands that could ruin you in a second (whether from explosions or something else, we’ll never know). You don’t know what you did to earn your former classmate’s affection, but damn were you going to cherish every second with him

He chided you, pulling you out of you thoughts as he spread your knees again

“Don’t hide from me, angel, I want all of you.”

He said it so nonchalantly like he wasn’t already making your stomach flip in anticipation

He backed up a little before lowering himself, this time to position his face in between your thighs, making your heart jump in your throat

You could feel his heated breath on your core over your panties, and suddenly it was incredibly hard to think

“You should have told me sooner, woulda done this a lot more,”

Before you had time to question what he meant he kissed your inner thigh, one of his palms coming up to squeeze the opposing leg

His sloppy kisses turned into tender bites, mingling sucking on your soft skin with the sharpness of his canines

Let’s just say he was reveling in the noises he was pulling from your throat

“Fuck, Katsuki-“

It was almost too much, the chills traveling your nerves, the heat radiating from his body, how close he was nearing to your clothed pussy

But he just moved over to the other inner corner of your thigh where his hand was previously, like he didn’t know how crazy he was driving you

One thing that Bakugou Katsuki is for sure, is he’s a fucking tease during foreplay

When he’s inside you, he has a much harder time restraining himself (I mean, come on, how is he supposed to not lose himself when that pretty body of yours just keeps sucking him in?)

but when he’s focused on your pleasure...let’s just say good luck

“I’m just getting started,” he groaned out, starting to grind his hips into the couch underneath him

Fuck, you were in for a long night

After he learns and experiments with this new found weakness of yours, he fully intends to use it against you, not just in the bedroom

When your all out with friends, he is sure as hell is going to keep a hand on your thigh any time he can

He loves sitting next to you, watching you keep a steady face as he presses his fingers into his previous bite marks, watching goosebumps rise on your arm

He figures out it’s the easiest way to rile you up fast

And let’s be honest, the more he finds out and learns about how your body works, the bigger his ego gets

His pride swells when he has is pretty little baby underneath him, whimpering about how good the great Dynamight makes her feel

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WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR:

last updated 8/08/2023

Feel free to request characters or send me asks, I cannot guarantee I will write them but I will be communicative and honest with you. Yes I do only write for male characters, but I will write for female!reader or gn!reader.

MOVIES/TV/PRODUCTIONS:

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Game of Thrones:

Jon Snow

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Star Wars:

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Poe Damaran

Din Djarin

Harry Potter:

Fred Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Eddie Munson

ANIME:

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuuji Itadori

Satoru Gojou

Megumi Fushiguro

Attack on Titan:

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Reiner Braun

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoryia

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tenya Iida

Hitoshi Shinsou

Aizawa Shouta

Toshinori Yagi

Keigo Takami

Mirio Togata

Dabi

Haikyuu:

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Daichi Sawamura

Koushi Sugawara

Kei Tsukishima

Tetsurou Kuroo

Koutarou Bokuto

Tooru Oikawa

VIDEOGAMES:

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Arthur Morgan

Detroit: Become Human

Connor RK800

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

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What They Smell Like

HAIKYUU

A/N: this is purely for my own selfish indulgence and dreamy fantasies

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

warm cookies and milk; ‘creme’ if you will

HINATA SHOYO

blood orange & vanilla; subtle potency

SAWAMURA DAICHI

mahogany; an intoxicating cologne

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

lemon drops & lavender fabric softener

AZUMANE ASAHI

fresh cinnamon rolls; you can’t change my mind

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

sea salt & cologne; not subtle

YU NISHINOYA

toasted coconut & sandalwood

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

honey & nutmeg; comforting and warm

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Coffee beans & strawberry pocky

KUROO TETSUROU

cherries & chocolate; spine tingling

KOZUME KENMA

creme brulee; toasted caramel

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

light buttercream & espresso

AKAASHI KEIJI

mint; with a soft cedarwood undertone

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Black currant & vanilla; deep but rich

TENDOU SATORI

candied apples; the inside of a candy shop

OIKAWA TOORU

natural musk & cherry blossoms; deep inhales for more

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

white tea & amber; not too intense

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Romance Quotes

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Summary: just some deep romantic quotes that make me think of the boys :)

A/N: All quotes were found on Pinterest.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

“You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but I think it may feel a lot like you.” - anatomy-of-rains

IZUKU MIDORYIA:

“You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.” - amirae garcia

SHOTO TODOROKI:

“I only ever thought there were two kinds of loves: the kind you would kill for and the kind you would die for. But you, my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.” - o.g.k.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA:

“You. It will always be you. Don’t you get that? If I had the choice between you and a million things I’ve always wanted, I would choose you every single time.” - unknown

DENKI KAMINARI:

“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.” - unknown

TENYA IIDA:

“I see the way he looks at her. Like she’s the best thing that’s every happened to him, but I see the way she looks at him. With fear in her eyes that he could walk out at any moment. I know that look. Afraid to lose someone you love. But if only she could see the way he looks at her. Losing her would mean he lost his whole world.” - k.l.

HITOSHI SHINSOU:

“Pylades: I’ll take care of you.

Orestes: It’s rotten work.

Pylades: Not to me, Not if it’s you.” - I can’t remeber what this is from sorry

HAWKS:

““Maybe...you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”

“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”

“Yes. I want to ruin you.”

“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”” - unknown

SHOUTA AIZAWA:

“You looked me in the eyes for a little too long to “not have any feelings for me”.” - unknown

ALL MIGHT:

“I lost my way, all the way to you, and in you I found all the way back to me.” - atticus

DABI:

“Will you hold my dirty fingers and kiss my alcohol-drenched lips? Will you love me scars and scratches and my disgusting skin? Will you love my mind filled with anxiety and woe? Will you love a monster?” - seangctn

MIRIO TOGATA:

“He is so beautiful, but I love in energy, so let me tell you of just how beautiful he feels.” - unknown

TAMAKI AMAJIKI:

“My darling sweetheart baby, I know. I know. The past haunts you. I know. Let me kiss your fears away.” - unknown

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MHA Characters as New Girl Quotes

A/N: New Girl is my favorite sitcom, and it seemed almost too easy to pair it with My Hero Academia. Just some of my favorite lines that I felt fit the people, enjoy :)

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Bakugou: “You like me? You like my personality?”

Y/N: “I was surprised too.”

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Y/N: “I didn’t really know your dad, except for that one hour when I committed fraud with him. “

Todoroki: “That’s all there is to know.”

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Kirishima: “I wish I knew what was going on in Bakugou’s head. He’s like a… grumpy mystery.”

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Sero: “Aren’t you a virgin, too?”

Denki: “Just my penis, baby. Just my penis.”

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Bakugou: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? No, a summer’s day is not a bitch.”

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Iida: “I like getting older. I feel like I’m finally aging into my personality.”

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Denki: “I’m very focused.”

Y/N: “You're not even looking at me right now.”

Denki: “I thought I saw something shiny.”

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Kirishima: “I’m trying my hardest to look poor.”

Bakugou: “You are poor.”

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Y/N: “Why do you always see the worst in people?”

Dabi: “Because people are the worst.”

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Aizawa: “You care about burritos more than my children?”

Hizashi: “You’re putting me in a tough spot right now!”

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Jirou: “I hope you like feminist rants, because that’s kind of my thing.”

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All for One: “Where are your nipples, man?”

All Might: “I’ll never tell.”

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Uraraka: “I got your text. When you're going through a ‘Taylor Swift-like range of emotions” I should come over, right?”

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Y/N: “How many times a day does Hizashi text you?”

Aizawa: “Oh, no, just like… 40.”

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Hawks: “I don’t want to kiss and tell, but I ruined my dresser during intercourse. Will you go to IKEA with me?”

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Shigiraki: Hey guys, do you think I’m a good person?

Kurogiri: You’re a terrible person. It’s hilarious.

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Classical Hero Vibes

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Summary: A list of classical songs that remind me of each character (2 each) A/N: I love classical and often listen to instrumentals while I’m trying to focus, so I was very excited to put this together. I put all the songs listed below onto a playlist titled “classical hero vibes” on Spotify (in order from top to bottom). You can find it here. (not my gif)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Whole Lotta Love -2CELLOS

Romeo And Juliet, Op.64 / Act 1: Dance of the Knights - The Cleveland Orchestra

TODOROKI SHOTO

For the Love of a Princess - 2CELLOS

La Valse d’Amélie - Maximilian Oberroitger

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Appalachian Spring - Aaron Copland, Minnesota Orchestra, Eiji Oue

And We Will Shine - Dirk Maassen

IIDA TENYA

May it Be - 2CELLOS

Bluebird - Alexis French

KAMINARI DENKI

Clair de Lune, L. 32 - Claude Debussy, Martin Jones

Overture - Georges Bizet, Herbert von Karajan, Wiener Philharmoniker

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Onthou - Ever So Blue

Charlotte’s Daydream - Pieter de Graaf

SHINSOU HITOSHI

The Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: XIII. The Swan - Camille Saint-Saëns, Yo-Yo Ma, Kathryn Stott

Cello Concerto in C Minor, Op. 21: II. Adagio - Kurt Atterberg, Truls Mørk, Norrlands Operan Symphony Orchestra, Kristjan Järvi

KEIGO TAKAMI // HAWKS

Vals De Rodrigues - Eric Badanti

What You Mean to Me - Gary Barlow, Eliot Kennedy, Lang Lang

AIZAWA SHOUTA // ERASERHEAD

Orbit - Philip Glass, Matt Haimovitz

Nocturne, Op. posth. in C-Sharp Minor: Lento - Frédéric Chopin, Brigitte Engerer

TOSHINORI YAGI // ALL-MIGHT

Memories of a Promenade II - Olga Scheps, Flying Steps

Time - Hans Zimmer

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Player Cuddles

HAIKYUU

Characters: Daichi Sawamura, Koushi Sugawara, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tooru Oikawa

Summary: What cuddles are like with some of the Haikyuu boys

A/N: I wrote this half asleep so it’s probably fiiiine

Warnings: Few swear words

SAWAMURA DAICHI

Daichi is definitely that kind of guy to come home after a long day and lays on top of you for comfort

You’ll giggle softly as he crawls over the top of your form, either on the couch or the bed, and collapse into you

Of course he would be careful not to totally crush you but you get my point

Lays his head on your chest and wraps his arms around you, inhaling your scent and nuzzling your neck

You in turn wrap your legs around his body as well, and gently card your fingers through his hair

He pretty much turns into a big toddler as soon as you start touching his hair

This is by far one of his favorite moments throughout the day

“You okay, honey?” You’d ask

He’d hum in response already falling asleep under your trance

You’d let him sleep like that for a while, his breathing matched up with yours

Once he finally woke up, he’d apologize for keeping you so long, but you’d reassure him you’d rather be there with him than anywhere else

He’d smatter you in sleepy kisses and probably end up tickling you too

“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?”

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Suga loves to have you sit in between his legs or on his lap

Will call you over when he’s watching tv, totally making grabby hands at you

Secretly a needy little shit when it comes to physical affection

Of course you can’t resist his cute little pout

So you’ll come over and Suga will grab your hands, turning you and pulling you into him

Sits you between his legs so you can lay back against his chest and wrap his arms securely around your middle

Buries his nose in your hair, often places kisses on your head occasionally

Is definitely the type to affectionately rub your thigh in this position, really not meaning to start anything, he just loves loving you

If you bring one of his hands up and kiss his palm, he practically melts and tries to pull you even closer

Tends to slide his hands just beneath your shirt and rub his thumbs over the skin of your hips

Just all over soft boi caresses until one of you shifts the mood

If it’s him, he likes to press kisses on the back of your neck and work his way up to your jaw and ear

Knows your sweet spot all too well and will use it against you

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

He’s a little bit of an aggressive cuddled honestly

But that’s not a bad thing!

If anything it’s even more endearing

As soon as you get through the door, if Kageyama is feeling particularly touch starved, he’ll pull you into his embrace and tightly hold you to him

Not that you mind, you could stay in his lean arms forever

You often end up stumbling to the bed, falling first and bring Tobio with you

His favorite position to cuddle in is when he can lay his head on your stomach, your legs around his torso and his arms around your hips

He feels so comfortable like this, especially after a long game

His second favorite is when you lay on him, your head on his chest and one of your legs thrown over him

He loves to hold your thigh/under your knee like this, and card his other hand into your hair as you listen to his heartbeat

He isn’t really the type to tell you sweet nothings 24/7 but occasionally when your both vulnerable like this, he’ll let you know how he’s feeling

But don’t expect too much romantic poetry out of him, he’s not very good with putting his feelings into words

He means well, but sometimes comes off as offensive

And he knows he does too, so be prepared to be smothered in more physical affection to make up for it

HINATA SHOYO

Shoyo is so sweet with his cuddles

He’ll change damn near everything if it means you’ll be comfortable when you guys get some alone time

Pillows aren’t soft enough? Done, ordered new ones

Too cold? Expect Shoyo to wrap you up in the fuzziest blanket you have and spoon you to his hearts content

One of the best cuddlers to fall asleep with

Will 100% wait close by for your to come home, and turns into an excited puppy when you walk through the front door

“What do you do while I’m gone?”

“Wait for you to come back…”

But Hinata is also very respectful

If you don’t feel up to being all touchy that day, he doesn’t mind one bit and will make sure to respect your needs

On the flip side, you do the same for him So when you head to bed with him, you’ll quietly roll over and nuzzle into his back

He’ll smile softly to himself and whisper how he loves you dearly, gently draping his arms over your form behind him

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Such a tease, even with his snuggles

Waits for you to practically beg/drag him into it, muttering how impatient or needy you are

Of course, beyond his stubborn facade he feels like his chest is going to burst

Every little thing you do means the world to him even if he doesn’t show it

If Tsukki is laying in bed, you love to curl up next to him, into his side

He won’t say anything, only respond with a sly smile and throw a blanket over the both of you

If you fall asleep too, he tends to watch your features while you sleep

He’s really not trying to be creepy, but your just so peaceful and beautiful like this

He’ll softly brush fallen pieces of hair from your face, letting his fingers glide across your skin as he pulls his hand back

You had to be one of the few people he loved most in this world

Tsukki would tease you more when you woke up, joking about drooling on him or how cold your feet are against him

If he has to interrupt a cuddle sesh to go somewhere, he’ll bend down to kiss your forehead after you whine from his absence

Will take off the hoodie he’s wearing to give to you before he goes though

He can’t help reveling in how happy his clothing makes you everytime he lends you something, but can’t directly let you know that either

“You better give that one back.”

“But it's soooo comfy, Kei.”

KUROO TETSUROU

He’s such a big softie when it comes to cuddling with you

Nothing on earth could stop him from having some sweet alone time with you if he says so

Definitely the type to play fight with you too

Loves tackling you to the bed and mercilessly tickling you until you yield to him

As soon as you do, he’ll kiss you senseless, making sure you know exactly who loves you and takes care of you

Loves feeling your frame against his, whether your tall or short he can’t get enough contact with you

Has a hard time keeping it pg when he’s in the right mood

And is a sneaky little shit about it too

Usually starts off with innocent little pecks on your shoulders through your shirt (or his shirt he gave you)

One sure way of getting Kuroo to give you attention is to nonchalantly wear his clothes, it’ll catch his eye real quick

Proceeds to become more languid and hot as he moves around your body, his goal now solely turning you on

And does he sure know how to do it well too ;)

OIKAWA TOORU

One of Tooru’s favorite activities is driving you up the fucking wall

In a good, mildly irritating way

He loves to get you riled up (whether that be with words or his hands), and cool you down by pulling you into his embrace for a little while

Those pretty setter arms can do wonders for your emotional state

Oikawa is also the the king of making your knees weak and your heart beat with his words

Maybe it’s because he’s flirted so much in the past, but damn can this boy make you feel like your on top of the world

While he’s caressing your hair as you lay directly on top of him, he’ll gladly tell you how much you mean to him

Tooru has wandering hands in times like this He loves distractedly touching you with no intention in mind, just feeling your presence with him is more than enough

His hand will move from your hair to your shoulder, down your arm and over the ridges of your hips to your ankles

And back up again

It’s rather hard to hold a proper conversation any time he’s doing this because it lights your nerves on fire

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MASTERLIST

last updated 9/24/2022

Oneshots - ✦ | Headcanons - ✓ | Series - ❀ | Miscellaneous - ☻

WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR:

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes:

Dating Bucky - ✓ posted 8/16/2017 Mine - ✦ posted 8/17/2017 Bucky waking you up on your birthday - ☻ posted 1/23/2018

Steve Rogers:

Dating Steve - ✓ posted 11/12/2017

MY HERO ACADEMIA

General:

Superhero Kisses - ✓ includes most prominent male characters // posted 9/14/2020 Classical Hero Vibes - ☻ playlist // posted 9/28/2020

New Girl Quotes - ☻ // posted 10/20/2020

Romance Quotes - ☻ // posted 11/2/2020

Bakugou Katsuki:

Sensitive Thighs - ✓ // posted 6/7/2021

HAIKYU!!

General:

Player Cuddles - ✓ // posted 9/21/2020

What They Smell Like - ✓ // posted 11/19/2020

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington:

If You Need Me - ❀ part 1 / part 2 / TO BE CONTINUED // last updated 12/27/2017

GAME OF THRONES

Jon Snow:

Jon with a Pregnant Wife - ✓ // posted 9/24/2022

about the writer:

22 | aquarius sun; capricorn moon; cancer rising | infp | hufflepuff | water bender | shy bard

“i love my solitude but i was meant to be a lover.”

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Superhero Kisses

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Iida Tenya, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki, Keigo Takami, Dabi, Shouta Aizawa

Summary: My Hero Academia boys’ kissing styles ;)

A/N: not quite nsfw, maybe a swear word or two? Also not my gif

HITOSHI SHINSOU

Hitoshi’s kisses are bruising. If he decided he’s gonna kiss you, he’s committed to it. So he’ll kiss you with an intensity like no other, and you certainly won’t expect it. He’ll place his hand on the side of your neck, right below your jaw, and pull you to his lips heatedly. He might pull you into his lap to straddle him, entangling you in an agonizingly slow, deep make out session (which is secretly this boy's favorite). He’s certainly not afraid of tongue, but will mostly use it with the sole intention of pleasing or teasing you.

SHOTO TODOROKI

Todoroki puts all his passion and longing into his kisses. This boy is touch starved, but he’s not weak when it comes to loving you. So he’ll kiss you with all the pent up emotion in his body. His hands will often tangle in your hair to gently pull you to him before he crashes his lips to yours fervently. It’s quite a contrast between his touches with his hands, he’d never want to hurt you, so it's all gentle caresses and brutally intense kisses. He’ll softly pull you from him after kissing you to admire your features, especially your lips, speaking soft words of appraisal.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Let me tell you this boy, this boy has plans to ruin you. He’s not afraid to slam you up against a wall and show you how he really feels. His kisses take the air from your lungs, make your knees go weak and your skin feel like the surface of the sun. He’ll hold your hips with a deliciously tight grip so you can’t get away from him obviously if you wanted to he’d let you go, but you get my point. Kisses with Katsuki are sloppy, often getting mouthfuls of teeth, and powerful.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU 

Kirishima loves to kiss you constantly. His kisses can range anywhere from small goodbye pecks to deep loving make outs. Even for a boy with a ‘hard’ quirk, he tends to be soft and completely loving with you. He’s pretty consistently dominant in the situation, and finds it more manly to take charge and worship you for the beautiful goddess you are. He loves to kiss your jaw and neck, finding that little sweet spot he knows will pull soft noises from you. If you get him riled up enough, whether that be with teasing or other means, he’ll start to lose his grip on being gentle with you. Proven by your broken headboard.

DENKI KAMINARI 

You cannot convince me otherwise that Denki Kaminari is the biggest tease. His kisses are playful yet emotional, and make you absolutely giddy. But he’ll certainly drive you to the edge of insanity with kissing everything but your lips. Your jaw, your cheeks, right below your ear, etc. until you're begging for him. He’ll typically cave in if you give him the puppy dog eyes though. He’s one of the sweetest boys you’ll ever meet with his affection.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

He may be a nervous wreck when it comes to love, but once he gets into it, you start to see how affectionate he can be. The boy practically worships you for the pro hero you're going to be. His kisses are filled with passion and meaning, he conveys how much he feels for you through them. He loves to give long languid kisses, sneaking his tongue across your bottom lip every once and a while to test the waters. He can make you melt into a puddle from where your standing, but luckily he catches you, holding you tight in his arms.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

Aizawa goes in strong when it comes to kisses. Out of the blue, when you're doing something so simple and domestic, he’ll turn you towards him and pull you against his chest by your waist, quickly capturing your lips with his own. He’s harsh with his kisses in the best way possible. Loves to bite lips, go in tongue first, king of love bites around your body, etc. Your lips quickly become tender and swollen in a battle of dominance, and there is no way he’ll let you win.

IIDA TENYA

If you want gentle kisses that slowly turn into burning passionate ones, Iida is the one to go to. He doesn’t mean to change the mood that quickly, but if you kiss him long enough he can’t help but let himself lose control with you. More often than not is one of you going somewhere, stopping out the door to give each other a peck, then get completely sidetracked and missing what you needed to do. His kisses are absolutely addicting, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

Suneater is naturally a shy kisser. Small pecks and foreheaded kisses are his forté, and It always sends warmth straight to your chest. Although, when you have him alone and coax him out of his anxiety, his kisses morph into something powerful. He often forgets about his needs when it comes to you, so he quickly realizes when things get hot and heavy how much he really wants you. Short brushes of lips gradually change into clumsy french kisses and needy hands.

KEIGO TAKAMI

No one has ever kissed you the same way Hawks does. When he swoops in for a kiss, it’s full of confidence and adoration, like he just can’t hold back from you. You're the best thing to walk the earth to him, and damn anyone else that says differently. So you bet he gets across his emotions through his kisses. He loves to wrap his arms around your waist, followed by his wings encircling the both of you. His kisses are deep and tender, but also hot and open mouthed. Most make out sessions turn into something more, and if not, he leaves you breathless and wanton for a later date.

DABI

Dabi isn’t one to show his emotions, so most kisses are domineering and fierce. He’s the type to grab your jaw and pull you to him, knot his hands in your hair and bite your bottom lip to show you who you belong to. Will definitely use your weak spot against you, reveling in his ability to make your knees buckle beneath you. His favorite thing is to corner you slowly, before you even realize he’s got you trapped, and go in for the kill (and by kill I mean completely ravage you, be prepared ‘cause you won’t be able to walk the next day).

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TIMEBOMB: [noun] a person or situation that will probably become dangerous or harmful in the future.

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“Doll,” A hoarse voice spoke.

“Mhmm?” You mumbled, eyes still closed from sleep.

“It’s your birthday,” Bucky this time hummed into your ear, making the corner of your lips twitch from holding back a smile. “Yeah, so?”

“So...I’m gonna treat you like a princess for the rest of the day.”

You giggled, your sarcastic voice still groggy, “Yeah, it’s not like you don’t treat me like that all the time.” You felt Bucky’s chest rumbled against your own as he craned his neck to place a kiss on your forehead, “Okay, so maybe I do. But today what if I upgrade you to a queen?”

“Barnes, are you saying everyday ‘me’ isn’t good enough to be your queen?” This time you opened your eyes, blinking the blur of morning sight away. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, tripping over the words he was next going to blurt out, “No, babydoll, you're a queen and more-”

You hit his chest lightly, smiling at his desperate attempt to recover himself, “Okay, but then why did you wake me up so early? Just to give me a speech?” He grunted, rolling his eyes as you pushed his shoulders back, making him fall back onto the bed, you fall on top of him. Bucky’s eyes were always so icy blue in the morning, it was one of your favorite sights to wake up too. And of course, Bucky felt the same way about you. There was nothing in this world he adored more than feeling your smaller body wrapped up in his, just like now, your big y/e/c eyes bright and smiling down at him, hair draped around your shoulder. And he was certainly going to make sure you knew it on your birthday.

Brings his flesh hand to the curve of your jaw, you willingly let him pull your face towards his. Your eyes shut contently as you kissed him hard, your hands on his bare chest. His metal hand came up to grope your ass, effectively getting you to giggle into the kiss.

Breaking apart reluctantly, you shook your head at him, “Eager, aren’t we?”

He just smirked cockily, “I just want to show a pretty dame a good time on a special day.”

“And that involves my ass?”

“Hell yes.”

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If You Need Me - Part 2

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Dickhead!Billy Hargrove x Reader if you squint

PART 1

Summary: In which If You Need Me by The Rolling Stones becomes you and Steve Harrington’s song over a period of time.

A/N: Woo, baby, did I have a hell of a time writing this. Sorry it took so long, but I think you’ll enjoy it hopefully. I’m also thinking about 4 parts in total? Unless you guys want me to do more? Also, Billy doesn’t really make a big appearance on this one but it mentioned several times.

Warnings: cursing, crappy writing, slow-burnish, etc.

Word Count: 3998?

“Said if you want me

Why don't you send for me

Said if you want, want, want

All you gotta do is send for me

Don't wait too long

Just a pick up your phone

I'll be there

Right there, where I belong”

You slowly start to come to consciousness, to comfortable in your current state to open your eyes. Wrapped up in warm blankets, cuddled into the soft couch, and a weight over your middle.

Turns out, once your eyes shot open, that weight was Steve’s arm, draped over your side and holding you securely to his body. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his breath fan the side of your face, and his fingers twitch across your stomach. Just to prove to yourself that this moment was real, you lifted your hips and butt-scooted as close as possible to Steve’s own hips without waking him up. Hell yeah, this was real.

For a moment longer, you quieted your thoughts as you felt and listened to Steve’s breathing, his chest rising up and down with your own. Something about being close to him was soothing, not just physically but emotionally as well. You haven’t been this ‘close’ to someone in...well, ever. And you had to admit it felt fantastic. Especially with Steve.

But if Steve was awake, would he want this?

Suddenly thoughts of doubt came rushing through, your stomach twisting. What if Steve wakes up, and he freaks out about spooning you? Last night he seemed friendly and kind with you, making sure you were okay, but did he think of you as more of a friend? Would he want this? You slowly pulled Steve’s tight grip off of you, hoping to god he wouldn’t wake up. Successfully scooting away from him, you lifted the blanket to stand, turning around to look at him.

He looked so blissful, nearly drooling on the pillow, hair ruffled around more than usual. You imagined that if he did feel the same about you, you could get right back into your spot and curl up into him again. You could run your hands through his thick locks and kiss his neck till he woke up, while his own hands could run distractedly over your skin. If only.

You forced your eyes away from his form, turning to walk down the hall. A shower. That’s what will help take your mind off things.

Once you shut the door to the bathroom, you started to peel off the top bandage, wincing as the adhesive stuck to your skin. Looking in the mirror you observed the thick slit of dried blood above your eyebrow, making your black eye seem less obvious. The second cut matched the first, bringing a lot of attention to the left side of your face. As for your busted lip, it looked about the same.

Sighing and pulling off the rest of your clothes, you started the running water. Steve would be able to hear the shower when he woke up, right? Yeah, he’d be fine. Hoping in, you ran your hands through your hair, making sure the water soaked through all the way. You could feel the dull ache in the back of your head as your fingers pass over the bump that formed overnight. This whole situation was going to be so fun to explain to your Mother.

“Now, remember, money for food on the counter, fresh cookies on the oven, and Dustin has a sleepover tonight. I’ll be back Monday night, you're going to have to get your brother to school too.” Claudia spoke, grabbing her purse off the table.

“I know Mom, I’ve got this.” You laughed, leaning against the side of the counter. She turned to give you a loving look, opening her arms for a hug. You hugged her back, breathing in the flowery smell of her perfume. She sighed, “I just worry about you both. You can’t blame me though. One of my baby’s a young adult, I should be nervous anyhow…”

You laughed at her, letting go and taking a step back to hand her her coat. “You can keep calling me that, but the descriptive term ‘adult’ is never going to stick.” Claudia laughed as well, shaking her head before a light bulb went off in her brain, “Oh, and if that Steve Harrington boy comes over, I expect you to use protection, because we both know I can’t really stop you-”

“MOM!?” You exclaimed, mortified by the sudden change of topic, “He doesn’t like me like that!” Claudia rolled her eyes playfully, “Come on, you don’t have to lie to me. I see the looks you both give each other when your all hanging out with the kids. I just adore watching your puppy love, it’s just like me and your Father where when we were young-”

“Please, please, please stop talking! You need to get on the road!” You begged, starting to push her out the door in hopes she wouldn’t notice the hot flush filling your cheeks. “Okay, okay, fine. I love you so much, and don’t forget to feed Tews!” She said, kissing your cheek before you finally got her out of the doorway. “Bye, Mom!”

You suddenly heard a loud knock, jerking you out of your thoughts, and a voice follows, “Y/N, you in there? Are you alright?” You shook your head with a soft smile at Steve’s worried questions. Ever since he pretty much adopted the kids, he became such a worrisome dad-figure. Or mom-figure. “Yeah, I’m just showering, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shouted.

From the other side of the door, Steve’s mouth twitched up in a concerned frown, something not settling right with him. Why was the fact that you didn’t wake him up first bothering him? I mean, Y/N probably just wanted to let him sleep in. Of course, that was it, she’s always considerate. Steve turned to walk back down the hallway, dragging a hand through his knotted hair. An idea struck his head when his eyes met with the couch again, what if Steve was just upset because he wanted to wake up with you?

He envisioned you and him laying together on the couch, entangled in each other's limbs. His hands gliding slowly up your sides as he pecked your lips until you woke up. Your tired eyes would flutter open to meet his, your signature giggle bubbling from your chest as you kissed him back. He could roll over you, pinning you beneath him and wishing you good morning, breaking from your mouth to kiss down your jaw and neck. You could whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and he could drown in his own happiness…

Steve shook his head lightly, blinking a couple times. No. He could not keep doing this to himself if he wasn’t sure you didn’t feel the same way. Especially after this whole fiasco with Billy. Steve couldn’t do that to you.

A door opened behind him as footsteps started coming closer, Steve turning around involuntarily. Of course, there you were standing in only a wrapped towel, wet hair draped over your shoulder.

“Hey, I just remembered I gotta pick up Dustin. If you wanna come, I can drive us, but I don’t know what time you have to be home,” You said, going completely oblivious to Steve staring at you like he wanted to have you right there and then. He cleared his throat, just managing to rip his eyes away from your body and to your face. “Uh, yeah, that’d be cool. I got nothing else to do and my parents don’t really care so…”

You smiled curiously at him, a little concerned at how distracted he was, “Alright, well, I gotta get dressed and dry my hair real quick.” And with that, you started climbing the stairs.

Steve couldn’t help his boyish hormones as he watched you, hips swaying beneath the towel and water dripping down your legs still. He groaned to himself, swiping his hands over his face. This girl was going to be the death of him, whether or not she knew it.

“LEMME AT HIM, NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!” Dustin shouted, Steve holding him back by the hood of his jacket as he tried to bolt for the door.

Steve sighed, watching Dustin’s flailing arms, “Not happening, Dipshit, I already tried.”

After you had arrived at the Wheeler household, the kids demanded to be told what happened when they saw your bruised face, Dustin the most persistent. As you told them the story, you felt terribly pathetic at how easily it sounded Billy had beaten you senseless. Eleven could kill demodogs like it was nothing, and Max nearly ripped her brothers nuts off with the nailed bat, and you couldn’t even land a solid blow. You really didn’t understand why the kids looked up to you, anyhow. Nancy and Jonathan were just as taken aback as the kids, Jonathan in general anger and Nancy brewing in thought. You even told accidentally everyone how Steve had slept over because he had to patch you up. Speaking of the devil, Steve finally let go of Dustin and moved to sit down on the recliner you stood by.

“Y/N, are you sure we all don’t need to go find him and whoop his butt?” Will spoke, standing beside the couch where the others sit. You shook your head, smiling at him softly. Will was such a softy most of the time, it made you happy when he got protective, something resembling Jonathan. This time, Max spoke up, “Seriously, I really wouldn’t mind killing him today.”

“Nah, it’s fine, guys. I’m pretty sure he was too drunk to remember it anyways,” You reassured, looking around the room for some place to sit. “I’m still not convinced. I think I should grab my hockey stick and shove it up his ass,” Dustin huffed, arms folded.

“I’m going to pretend I disapprove of that statement,” You muttered, Steve laugh-scoffing as he was the only one to hear you. “Nah, he already has a stick up his ass,” Max added, making the room bubble in laughter.

“So, what did you guys do last night?” You asked the group, wanting to change the subject. “Well, I got a new die for El so we were finally able to create her character,” Mike added, glancing lovingly at Eleven. Lucas started to add something in on the conversation, but you focus turned to the dull ache you started to feel in the back of your head again. As if Steve could read your mind, he spoke up from next to you. “Hey, do you need to sit down?”

You glanced down at him, his big warm eyes concerned. “No, no, it’s okay. You don’t need to move.”

“Oh, come on, I can see your head is bothering you. If you faint, I’ll feel like it’s my fault,” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, “I don’t want to make you get up.”

“Well...you could just sit on my lap.”

Your nerves attempted to leap out of your body once his statement reached your brain, and you turned to look at him again. “Are you sure?”

You saw a flicker of doubt on his face like he wasn’t sure that was a smart move on his part before it was replaced by his usual confidence. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You moved in front of him and sat down sideways, your legs perpendicular to his, hanging over the edge of the chair. Your back was resting against the arm of the chair as well, Steve’s own arm coming to rest over your lap. He laughed lightly when he noticed how uncomfortable you were in your position. “If that’s hurting your back you can lean into me if you need.”

You smiled slyly after a moment, deciding you needed to step up your game, “I think I’m gonna have to take you up on that offer since, you know, you were pretty comfortable last night.” After ‘snuggling’ into his side, Steve cocked an eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh, I was?”  

You nodded, “Mhmm,” repressing a giggle with a mischievous closed mouth smile. Steve’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, glancing at your own, “Well, maybe next time you won’t have a concussion. That way I can be a little rough.”

Your mouth gaped open, slapping his chest. “Steve Harrington, if these dipshits hear your assumptions will be made, and I will never hear the end of it,” You giggled.

“And what’s so wrong with assumptions?” He said cockily.

Before you could reply, Dustin cleared his throat from across the room. “Steve, May I speak to you in the kitchen for a second.”

Steve gave him a questioning look, turning to you again. “I’m pretty sure he’s about to hound me. I’ll be back,” He told you as you moved off of him, his hand gracing your lower back as he walked past.

Once Steve entered the kitchen, he saw Dustin waiting for him against the counter, foot tapping the floor. “What do you want, punk?”

“When did you decide to go after my sister?” Dustin asked blatantly, catching Steve a little off guard. Steve’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words, only to have Dustin cut him off again. “Okay, you know what, I’m okay with this cause your not a douche anymore. But I swear if you hurt her in any way I will have El open the Upside Down and I’ll throw you down there myself.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down and stop threatening me-”

“I HAVE A NATUral born right to threaten you with trying to bag Y/N, Steve! You should have told me before you started flirting with her!”

Steve waved his hands in front of him, “Dude, what do you want me to do?! Ask for your blessing?”

“YES!”

“Oh my god, Dustin, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips after defending himself. Dustin huffed, eyes still shooting daggers at Steve’s soul. “Y/N is my sister. She had never been in an actual relationship before, I told you that. I knew you asked questions before, but it didn’t occur to me that you were interested until I saw you smiling like a dork when she got on your lap.”

“Okay, so then what are you complaining about?”

“I’m complaining because Y/N is a very emotionally driven person. She gets attached to things really easy and if you work your way into her heart and then drop her like it’s nothing, your going to be the one who gets a hockey stick up the ass. ALSO, did you do anything last night with her?”

“No, Dustin, of course not. She had just gotten into a fist fight over her dignity and you think I’m going to make a move?” He rolled his eyes hard, finding this conversation completely ridiculous. Dustin nodded, grumpy expression still plastered on his face, “Good.”

Steve bit the inside of his lip, “Anything else to add, Mr. Henderson?” He said bitterly.

“Oh, yeah, and since you didn’t warn me she’s your new destination, I’m gonna delay your flight for a little while,” Dustin stepped up to pat his shoulder, walking past him afterward. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Steve whispered to himself, turning to go back into the living room.

“Hey?! Why does Steve get shotgun?” Dustin pitched as you unlocked the doors to your car, Steve automatically on the passenger's side.

You hopped in, starting up the engine before replying, “Cause he’s bigger and stronger than you, that’s why.”

Steve pretended the way you said ‘bigger and stronger’ didn’t send his nerves flying through the roof.

“What does that have to do with anything? You just want him to ride next to you for easy access,” Dustin grumbled under his breath as you peeled out of the Wheeler’s driveway. You grimaced, a hot flush filling your cheeks, watching Steve glance at you out of your peripheral vision. “Shut up, Dustin.”

After spending the whole day over at Mike’s, Dustin finally admitted that he wanted to go home. Pulling Steve out from his mother-hen duties with the kids, you all finally said goodbyes and made your way out to the car. To which Dustin decided to promptly pick a fight. Luckily for the rest of the car ride though, everyone sat in tension-filled silence. You exhaled a breath of relief as you pulled into your lonely driveway, your brother bolting for the door oddly. “God, sometimes the way Dustin acts confuses me,” You groaned next to Steve, both of you still sitting in the car watching Dustin disappear through the threshold. “No shit. But he’s a good kid. ‘Got a good head on his shoulders, most of the time.” Steve sighed. You lightly chuckled, pulling the door handle and stepping out.

Sauntering next to Steve, you both stopped once you reached the door to your house, Steve hesitating with his hands in his pockets.

“I should probably be getting home now. Take a shower, be ready for school tomorrow, all that nonsense…” Steve muttered.

“Oh god, I forgot we have school tomorrow. Would you mind picking me and Dustin up?” You asked him, not giving any particular reason other than wanting to be around him as much as possible.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, silence following as you just smiled in return. Steve’s eyes flickered to your eye and healing cuts, “You sure your alright? I know Dustin’s here now, but...if you need anything-“

You looked at your feet and giggled, “I’m fine, Stevie. If I need you, I’ll send for you.”

Steve watched as your hair draped in front of your face, still looking at your worn shoes, the porch light illuminating the strands.

Unable to restrain himself, he gently brought his fingers up and tucked your (y/h/c) locks behind your ear. As you looked up at him, Steve cautiously kept his hand there, placing it to were his thumb stopped just before your ear and cupped the back of your jaw, the pads of his fingers grazing into your hair.

Steve felt everything he needed to feel, and for a while now. You were this gorgeous sweetheart who deserved better than him, yet you were still here, looking up at him like he was the thunder to your lightning.

He felt your electricity. And he was addicted before he even realized.

You brought your own hand up, surprising Steve, and set it over his own on the side of your face, leaning into his touch.

Steve took this as a sign of permission and started to lean closer. He moved his other hand to your hair, your nose gently bumping into his. Your breathing turned rough, your lungs having a hard time moving, but you wanted this more than anything in the world. So did Steve.

Until the door slammed open.

“HEY, Y/N, why aren’t you inside yet? I need help with pizza rolls,” a voice called.

You and Steve jerked apart, your cheeks burning hot and Steve’s heart beating a mile a minute. You met eyes with Dustin, the stupid little fucker leaning against the door frame with an innocent look on his face (hiding that mockingly toothy grin).

“Oh, hey Steve, what are you still doing here?” He asked, looking at him with big blue eyes.

Steve restrained himself from strangling the 14-year-old, covering the lower half of his face with his hand to prevent him from saying something stupid.

“Don’t you gotta get home? I mean, it is a school night,” Dustin added.

He had no intention of leaving, and Steve had finally realized what ‘I’m going to delay your flight’ meant. Steve glanced back to you, putting his hands on his hips with a sigh, “Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Your stomach dropped as your anger started to grow. You were going to kill Dustin. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

And with that, Steve turned around and briskly walked to his car, knowing that if he didn’t leave now he’d end up tackling you in front of your brother anyway. He was so fucking close to your plush lips, and that son of a bitch stopped him.

Turning around to Dustin as Steve drove away, you bit the inside of your lip and glared daggers at him.

Dustin’s mouth turned up into the familiar shit-eating smile, “So, when were you going to tell me your in love with Steve?”

When Steve Harrington got home, he was full of regret and frustration. His brain was playing the past moment on loop. Feeling you in the palm of his hands. Your ragged breath fanning across his lips. His nose brushing yours. Ugh. So here he was now, watching Romance VHS’s at 12 am thinking about you.

But when his phone started ringing, Steve jumped off his couch after the first buzz. He hoped to god it was you, about to ask him to come back, or if you could come over, or if you just wanted him…

He picked up the phone eagerly, “Hello?”

“Hey, Steve-o, ‘was hoping you were awake.”

Steve’s stomach dropped as he recognized the deeper voice.

“Hargrove.”

“Yeah, it’s me, don't cream your pants,” Billy mocked, “I wanted to talk to you about something. Thought we could discuss your little dame and work something out.”

Y/N.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Steve’s brain began to malfunction with a wave a dread and protectiveness. “What do you want with Y/N? Cause I sure as hell know that you won’t be going anywhere near her anytime soon,” Steve seethed in anger, his fist tightening around the phone cord.

“You seem pretty confident in that statement, Harrington. But I bet I can change your mind. How bout you and me have a little chat at school tomorrow? Unless you're too much of a bitch to stand up for your doll. Can’t blame you though, cause I kicked your ass-”

Steve was in to much anger to acknowledge his words, “Shut the hell up, Hargrove. If you ever touch Y/N again I’ll tear you a new one-”

“You know what, just meet me after school tomorrow. Then maybe I’ll be able to talk some sense into you.”

The line dropped, and Steve threw his phone before covering his hands with his face. He could only provide shelter for Y/N for so long, and if he was going to prolong that time, he was going to need backup.

To Be Continued...

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If You Need Me - Part 1

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Dickhead!Billy Hargrove x Reader if you squint

Summary: In which If You Need Me by The Rolling Stones becomes you and Steve Harrington’s song over a period of time.

A/N: I wanna make this into more parts, but let me know what you think. Sorry for throwing a Steve Harrington thing at you amongst all the marvel shit, I’ve been digging Stranger Things lately so chances are I'm going to write both. FYI my summary is really bad

Warnings: fighting, cursing, slow burn-ish, cuddling? etc. unedited work

Word Count: 3501

“If you need me

Why don't you call me 

Said if you need me Why don't you call me Don't wait too long When things go wrong I'll be there, yeah Where I belong”

You trudged into your house, shutting the door lazily with one hand while the other held up tissue you found in your car to your face. You pulled it away, trying to gauge how much blood was seeping out of the wounds. Shaking your head as you pressed it back on, you flipped on the lights to the kitchen.

You had the house to yourself tonight, Dustin being gone at Mike’s with Jonathan and Nancy, and your Mother out of town for a family visit. If she would have seen you walk into the house all bloodied up, your ass would have been grass. Not to mention it was almost midnight, too.

You sighed as you set your keys down along with a pizza you had gotten earlier  (uneaten), your black eye beginning to throb against your hand. “Fuck me…” you said aloud, seeing yourself in the reflection of the toaster. Your left eye was dark, the edge bloodied from a cut just above your eyebrow, and another just below the cheekbone. On the other side, a slit in your lip was dark and bruised, thankfully not bleeding quite bad as the others. And finally, your fading bloody nose.

You shook your head at yourself, remembering what started the stupid fight you got into. You were outside of the local pizza joint, walking back to your car with a steaming fresh pepperoni pizza, to which you were extremely excited to eat. Until Hargrove showed up.

“Hey, sweetheart. Haven’t seen you around in a while,” He said, waltzing up to the driver's side of your car you were trying to unlock with one hand. You could quite literally smell the whiskey coming off him in waves. “Billy.”

“Awh, that’s all I get? I bet Harrington gets more of a greeting than that,” He smirked at you, resting his elbow on the top of your car. “You're nearly stuck to his side after all,”

“Steve’s my friend, we hang out every once in awhile, nothing more.” You stated plainly, trying to keep your voice level and expression straight. All you wanted was for Billy to walk away and let you go home. The last thing you needed was him knowing something Steve didn’t.

He took a second to respond, intently watching you, “Ohh, I see. Unrequited love thing, huh? Poor little girl wants to be a lot more than friends with old Steve-o, but he doesn’t see it that way, does he?”

You flare your nostrils, looking down at your feet. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Billy chuckled, stepping a little closer. “Oh, he doesn’t.”

“Go away, Billy, I gotta get home,”You pulled open your door, setting the pizza down on the seat, only to have it shut by  his hands before you could get in. “What’s the rush, doll? How long has it been since anyone’s given you the attention you deserve?”

You were a little caught off guard by the question, looking up to meet his eyes, jaw clenched. “None of your business,” You mumbled. “I bet Steve hasn’t. ‘Probably just takes a pretty little dame like you for granted.” Billy had his hand still on the top of the door, now having maneuvered you in between the car and him. Sure, Billy Hargrove was attractive as shit, although  his demeanor made him impossible to handle. But you had to admit to yourself that something about being this close to him sparked your interest. The way his eyes lusted over you, that was an attention no one had payed you before. You stayed silent, still holding his gaze sternly.  You watched his drunken blue’s flicker to your mouth, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “You don’t know what you're doing, Billy,” You said as he slowly leaned in toward you. “I know exactly what i'm doing.”

In one fluid motion, he planted his lips squarely on yours, hot and open-mouthed. For a moment...you gave in. You kissed Billy Hargrove back.

You banished your thoughts as you remembered the kiss, not wanting to go any further into the night’s memory, not yet. As you turned around to face the empty kitchen, suddenly feeling a little too alone in your thoughts.

Your wandering eyes met the phone on the wall, and for a second it seemed to be begging you to use it. “I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I,” You said, walking over and grabbing the handle, pressing the numbers you knew all too well.

After a few times ringing, a groggy voice picked up on the other end, “Hello?”

“Hi, Steve.”

“Y/N? What are you doing calling me at...12 in the morning? Are you okay?” He asked. You heard some shuffling on the other end of the line, assuming you had officially woke him up now. Honestly, you were surprised he was even asleep.

“Yeah, you could say that...but I, uh, I just wanted to call and, uhh… you know what, never mind,” You sighed, realizing this was a stupid idea. Steve finally had a night off from his adventures in babysitting and you were ruining it, “I shouldn’t have called and woke you up.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you talking about? You can call me anytime, don’t worry about it. And you certainly wouldn’t have called me at midnight if something wasn’t wrong,”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. There was no going back now. “Y/N?” Steve asked after your silence, hesitating to speak.

“I got into a fight,” You blurted.

“You what?! Fuck, are you hurt? That’s it...I’m coming over,” And the line dropped.

When you opened the door to let Steve in 15 minutes later, you knew he was gonna be pissed. But to perfectly describe the look on his face when he saw your own, he was riding a wave of emotions.

“Holy shit, Henderson,” He said, taking a step in and never taking his eyes off you as you shut the door. You stood in a guilty posture, turning your back around to face him. “I want to know who did this to you, now,” He spoke angrily as he stepped up towards you, taking you off guard by cupping his hands around your face to examine your injuries. “If I tell you, you're gonna be mad.”

“I’m already mad, Y/N. Tell me.” His hands didn’t leave your face even after he was finished.

You breathed out, avoiding eye contact, “...It may or may not have been Hargrove,”

Steve’s eye widened and his eyes became unfocused, undoubtedly imagining Billy’s fist making contact with your cheek. Suddenly he lunged for the door, and you knew exactly what was running through his mind. “No! No! NO! You are not going to hunt him down!” You grabbed his jacket to pull him away from the door, bringing him back to you.

“He hurt you, Y/N! Look at what he did to you, how am I supposed to let him live?!”  Steve exclaimed, large hands gripping your shoulders. “Because, Steve, you don’t even know what happened! Calm down,” You said, hands gently releasing his lapel and resting on his chest. His heartbeat was frantic, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was for you.

You watched as Steve’s tense body slackened under your touch, his big brown eyes softening to look at you like he was looking at a kicked puppy. “I’m sorry, I-I just… It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

“I am fine. Well, I’m going to be fine, but whatever… will you just clean me up, please? I didn’t call you over so you could have a heart attack,” You chuckled lightly, watching as Steve finally rolled his eyes with a small smile. Running a hand through his hair he asked you, “Where’s your hydrogen peroxide?”

You shook your head, leading him to the bathroom. You grabbed the necessary supplies and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, while Steve knelt down in front of you, pouring some HP on a cloth.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” Steve said, gently holding under your jaw to tip your head up. He pressed the cloth to the first cut briskly, holding it momentarily. You hissed in pain, tempted to pull away from him. He gave you puppy dog eyes, “I’m so sorry,” He pulled it back, leaning in to kiss your forehead before doing another cut. You hoped to god you weren’t blushing even though your cheeks felt hot.

After a bit of small talk as he continued, you tell him about how your mother was out of town and him explaining how his parents were on another business trip, he brought up the question you both had been avoiding.

“So, when are you gonna tell me what happened?” He looked into your eyes, his big browns melting your insides.

“Well…”

Billy kissed you firmly, his hands finding your hips and giving a light squeeze. At the same time, you couldn’t think clearly as your hands found the space in between his shoulders and neck, dragging your nails along his skin. He groaned into your mouth, pinning you to the car with his hips. You hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time, and your logical thinking went out the window as you lightly bit down on his bottom lip.  God,  you bet Steve could kiss you better. You imagined that Billy’s  hands were Steve’s, and his touch wasn’t just filled with lust, but care and  love...

Wait, what?

You suddenly pulled back, pushing Billy a good foot away from you, both breathless. “No, this can’t happen. We can’t happen,” You shook your head, watching as Billy’s brows furrowed. “Come on, Kitten, don’t do this,” He took another step toward you, but you put you hand out to keep the distance. “Billy, That was a mistake, we hardly know each other, I-I...” I’m in love with Steve.

“You know you want this. You know no other guy is gonna give it to you, just let me-”

Now he was starting to piss you off. You pushed him away again, regretting letting him get close to you the first time. “I said No. I’m going home now, and you're not gonna stop me,”

You tried to open your car door, but Billy caught your wrist, “I can and I will.”

That’s it. You had had enough of him tonight. You tried jerking your hand out of his grip, but to no luck he had an iron grip. “Billy, let go of me, or I swear to god I will kick your ass.”

“Oh really? You're gonna kick my-” Before he could finish his sentence, you threw your arm into the side of his head, effectively backhanding him to stumble a few feet away. You tried to jump for your door fast enough, but Billy beat you to it. He gripped your throat, twisting you around so your back was against the car. “You think you can get away that easy?” He began raising you off the ground, the tips of your shoes scraping the ground.

You threw your knee into his crotch as hard as you could before he could get you high, and he bent over to drop you to the ground. You gripped your throat, coughing, before Billy threw his knee into your face. Your head bounced back and slammed into the car as you felt blood start to seep from above your eyebrow,  pain exploding from the back of your head. Billy bent down in front of you, anger and frustration covering his face. “No stupid bitch like you is gonna treat me like this,” He said, throwing his fist into your face before you could speak. He did it again, and again, and again as you started to become incoherent, before you realized you had your switchblade in your pocket.  Ducking so his punch landed on the hard asphalt instead of your face again, you popped the blade and held it up to the side of his throat, grabbing his shirt so he couldn’t pull away. His face wiped blank once he realized the cold point was pressing into his skin, and all went silent.

“You wouldn’t.”

You put the slightest pressure more on the blade, Billy trying to jerk away to no success. “I could plunge this dead into your main artery, and you’d bleed out in seconds. Try me.”

Billy raised up his hands in slow hesitant surrender,  keeping your gaze for a moment before you released his collar and he stood. Keeping your knife pointed towards him, he back up till he was a few feet away. “You ain’t worth it anyway.”

Then he turned his back and walked off. You breathed out once he was surely gone, letting your head rest on the cold ground.

“All I wanted was pizza.”

“So let me get this straight,” Steve said, adding the last band-aid to your cheek, “Billy came onto you, then he...kissed you but you kissed back, and then you started a fight you also happened to end without anybody dying?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You answered back shyly. Steve’s eyes were full of some unknown emotion as his gaze was pointed towards the ground. During your storytelling, you thankfully didn’t let it slip that Billy was bringing up Steve the entire time just to manipulate you. Or that you thought of him when you kissed Billy…

“What stopped you?” Steve asked abruptly.

“What?” You gave him a confused look.

“What stopped you from following through with Hargrove?”

You inhaled, already knowing your true answer. But you couldn’t just come out and say ‘I’m catastrophically in love with you and not him’, so you stuck with something simpler, “Because he’s a narcissistic abusive asshole who happened to be insanely drunk on whiskey.” And if you weren’t paying attention, you would have missed the nearly disappointed look that flickered across Steve’s face, almost like he was hoping for a different answer. “Well, that’s reasonable.”

You glanced over at the clock on the wall in an attempt to avoid awkward silence and saw it had now turned to 1:56 am. “Shit, Stevie, it’s really late. I’m so sorry for making you show up…”

“No, don’t worry about it. If you ever need me, just call.” He smiled at you and you smiled at him.

Then a lightbulb went off in your brain. “If you want, you can stay here. ‘Cause I know you're tired, and your house is almost across town,”

“I would love too if you don’t mind, of course.” He said, trying to cover up the spike of excitement he felt. You stood, walking towards the living room with Steve trailing behind you. “I don’t have any clothes for you, but you can take the couch and we can maybe watch a movie? Plus I’ve still got that pizza?”

Steve smiled, throwing himself down onto the couch in a tired heap, “Sounds alright. What’s our options?” You bent down in front of the television cabinet, running your hands over the VHS’s. “We got A New Hope, Chinatown, Ghostbusters, The Exorcist, The Shining, Evil Dead-“

“What is with the sudden burst of horror movies?”  Steve said, laughing lightly at you. “Let’s just say that Dustin and I have spent many a night binge watching horror movies, okay?”

“Well then, why don’t you throw on The Shining? Haven’t seen that one in a while and god knows your not gonna make it through a whole movie,” He teased you. “Oh, whatever, Harrington! I don’t always fall asleep!” Steve nodded his head, sarcastically mocking you as he looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. Stupid Steve Harrington mannerism.

Fortunately, you had just made it past the halfway point of the movie, but you could tell you weren’t going to last much longer.

After you had gotten your pajamas on and started the movie with Steve, it was like a magnet had settled in between you and him. Starting off, you had sat down on the opposite end of the couch, him and you both settled in the corners. But after about 5 minutes, Steve was the first one to gravitate. It started with him shifting, managing to scoot a little closer and stretching his arms out on the back of the couch. Then it turned to you, where you pulled your feet up switched around about a foot.

And now here you are, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, comfortably leaning into his side while his arm slides down around your shoulder naturally. Surprisingly, your heart wasn’t thundering in your chest like it usually was when you were close to him. You finally felt...at ease. And that even surprised you by based on tonight's events.

Your eyes started to shut involuntarily, your conscious state slowly slipping away as much as you tried to stay awake. Your head fell lightly into the crook of Steve’s neck, but you jerked it back up, suddenly embarrassed as you realized what you were doing. Steve chuckled, your action not going unnoticed.

“Would you just let yourself go to sleep, Y/N?” He told you, watching you as your big (y/e/c) eyes turned up to meet his. “I can go upstairs if you want, I don’t wanna crowd your space...” you spoke groggily, not paying attention to the way Steve’s lips were curled into a loving smile as he watched your eyes try to focus on him.

“You're not even gonna make it halfway up the stairs. Just stay.”

You bit the inside of your lips as Steve turned back to the movie, and after a second of debate, you laid your head back down in the crook of his neck. Unbeknownst to you, Steve’s skin felt electrified where your body touched his, and it didn’t help that you briskly moved your arm to wrap around his midsection.

His own instincts moved his arm up to your hair, gently threading his fingers into your (y/h/c) locks. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He said as your eyes fluttered contently closed, deeply grateful for this blissful moment. If only this could be every night.

Steve stopped paying attention to the movie within minutes, just deciding to watch you. Not in a creepy way, but just observing how peaceful and beautiful you looked with the television light displayed on your features. 

He knew you were gorgeous from the second Steve met you a long time ago at the start of high school, but it didn’t occur in his brain that you might be the love of his life. After really getting to know you with all the Demogorgon shit lately, you became his best friend. You were one of the only people his own age that didn’t treat other people like they were beneath you. And you didn’t treat Steve like he was the dick he once was, you accepted that he had changed. You were the sweetest, most hilarious girl with a heart of gold, and it made it even more entertaining that you were related to Dustin. Steve assumed that your stubborn and sarcastic traits were a family thing. 

So now, here he was brewing in protective angst he felt towards you and the hatred he felt towards Billy. Billy Hargrove had the intention of taking advantage of you, and especially since he nearly beat your face to a pulp, Steve had zero intention of letting you out of his sight. He was going to keep you safe, and he was going to beat Billy with his nailed bat if he wasn’t careful. But the only thing standing in his way was the doubt in the back of his mind that Y/N didn’t feel the electricity Steve felt. 

She kissed Billy back. What does that mean? Did she do it because she was attracted to Billy or did she do it because she craved the affection? Steve knew she hadn’t ever been in a relationship that went past the first date (figured it out from Dustin). Steve had caught Y/N staring at him often, to which she would duck her head away and pretend that she wasn’t. And sometimes Steve would stare at Y/N when she wasn’t watching and his eyes would trace the curve of her face, and the way her hair fell over her shoulders. He was falling irrevocably in love with her, and he couldn’t do anything about it. 

But Steve Harrington knew, brushing his thumb down her cheek gently now, that he wanted to have this every night. He wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her safe from harm. And the only way he could do that was to tell her how he felt. 

To Be Continued...

[buckybardot]

Dating Steve Headcanons

taking long strolls after dinner and talking about anything with him

steve looking at you like you’re his world

and you looking at him like he’s your sky

being so stupidly in love that it drives the whole team crazy

trying to throw steve’s shield when he isn’t around

and accidentally breaking tony’s glass wall

therefore having to embarrassingly explain yourself

to which steve doesn’t stop teasing you for

tender and sweet kisses after long missions

he’s so careful with you, liked you’d break in his arms

even though you reassure him countless times your not a porcelain doll

helping stitch him up if he gets hurt

kissing his wounds afterward

you love teasing him for being an old man

finding his sweet spot just below his ear and driving him crazy with it

showing him all your favorite disney movies

teaching him how to use Netflix and the art of binge-watching

Steve usually sleeping as stiff as a board

but after a while of sleeping next to you, he learns to relax

cuddling any chance you guys get

because he’s like a superhuman heater

and you can’t resist playfully running your hands through his hair

sleeping in his bed when he’s gone

also stealing his shirts to sleep in too

steve coming back and asking you where all his shirts go

you act like you had nothing to do with it

he asks you if he can draw you every once in a while in the most innocent way

of course, you let him and shyly smile the entire time

bucky making fun of the two of you

bucky also calling you punk #2

sometimes if your in a foreign country for missions, you two will sneak away and adventure

this lead often to eating strange foods

and getting a very angry call from natasha

secretly making out after training

because in all honesty, he cannot keep his hands off you

calling him captain when things get hot and heavy

encouraging him to get rough with you in the bedroom

driving him crazy during training by wearing minimal work out clothes and purposefully teasing him

laying awake in bed after long nights talking

cause he needs to reminisce about the 40s

sometimes playing old music and dancing around

just to cheer him up

managing to make him laugh at how clumsy you are

to which he kisses you in short pecks as much as possible and won’t stop saying how much he loves you

[buckybardot]

Sebastian Stan’s Five Favorite Films

Sebastian Stan has always appreciated a good anti-hero. Maybe that’s why he went from breaking hearts on Gossip Girl for three seasons to breaking up the Avengers as the Winter Soldier, a brainwashed Soviet assassin who just so happened to be Captain America’s former BFF Bucky Barnes. And even though he may be back with the good guys again following the events of Civil War, Stan can’t quite seem to escape the pull of the dark side.

That’s how – in between his obligations as a now-central cog in the MCU – Stan found time to appear in I, Tonya, a no-holds-barred look at the notorious Tonya Harding scandal that’s taken the 2017 Toronto International Film Festival by storm. The dark comedy from director Craig Gillespie has been earning raves for both Margot Robbie, who stars as the two-time Olympic figure skater, and Stan, who plays Jeff Gillooly, who served 18 months in jail for his role in the ’94 assault on Harding’s fellow Olympian Nancy Kerrigan. The morning after the movie’s TIFF premiere, RT sat down with Stan to talk about his Five Favorite Films and love of complex characters, along with the challenges involved in playing Harding’s infamous ex-husband and doing this stranger-than-fiction true story justice.

Rick Mele for Rotten Tomatoes: It’s interesting, a lot of the movies you’ve mentioned sort of use all the tools of moviemaking — they pull from the whole toolbox — which is something I think I, Tonya does too. It’s got flashbacks, interview segments, it’s heavily stylized, it’s got a fun soundtrack, characters break the fourth wall.

Sebastian Stan: That’s what was really great about Craig [Gillespie]. I had a front-row, center seat to see him, how he worked. He was the best. There was a scene in I, Tonya where we ran out of time. It was a courtroom scene with extras, a packed courtroom — the judge, five characters, and some dialogue. And they ran out of time. They were like, “How do we do it?” Like, “How do we tell the story of being in this room for the judge’s decision?” And Craig was like, “OK, we’ll do one steadicam shot. We’ll come in, we’ll sweep through, we’ll take everybody in, we’ll come around here, and then Margot breaks the fourth wall and talks into the camera.” And I was like, “That’s great!” But, you know, I guess what sets those guys apart is being creative in terms of showing you something visual in a different way.

RT: And speaking of anti-heroes, that’s a little like what you’re playing here. Jeff is a difficult character. He’s not a straight villain, but he’s definitely not a hero.

Stan: Of course. My thing with Jeff was, I felt like there were these two really tough tasks, which was, one, he’s going to see this. I met him once, and once only, and I don’t know the man, other than what I’ve tried to find out about him. But I was just like, I want him to feel like… Hopefully I got something right. Regardless of what happened and who he is and whatever was said. And then the other problem is, of course, if that really is true [the accusations of domestic violence], if that’s how he was… How do you justify any of that? So, it was really difficult.

But I tried to look at it from the perspective that it was sort of a love story, in a weird way. And then I just started going from there, trying to push further and further with, well, what makes someone insecure or obsessive or jealous or crazy or needy? That was my “in” to the situation. Because otherwise, half the time I would’ve been judging my every move, and you can’t do that.

RT: Was there anything you picked up from meeting him that you were able to use in your performance?

Stan: It was more physical stuff. Meeting him was more helpful for me for the interview scenes, when he’s way older. Because I had no footage of him, like, now. So just seeing him now, and how he was behaving, what his mannerisms were. It was more about that, rather than the story itself. I just kind of wanted to watch him.

RT: How much did you know about the story going in? I was thinking back on it, and I definitely remember when this all happened, but I was still kind of young. I think we’re around the same age, but do you remember following this story?

Stan: I do and I don’t, yeah. We were really young. I remember the O.J. stuff really well, so this was right before that. I remember seeing something about her. But recently, maybe a year or two ago, I saw “The Price of Gold,” the 30 for 30 [documentary]. And I was like, I never really knew what happened with that Kerrigan thing. This is another take on the story, that I don’t think people have seen or heard of, or thought of. If you ask anybody about Tonya Harding, they just kind of remember something about a bat.

RT: You touched on it earlier, but there are some moments in here that could go either way, from dark comedy to just plain dark. Do you think it helps that, tonally, the violence is a little more slapstick?

Stan: Absolutely. I think that was the tone. I think Craig wanted tonally to have something that was Fargo-esque. That there were characters that were capable of really terrifying things, but also, that there was something slightly funny and off about them.

RT: You called this a love story. And I think you’re right, in a really self-destructive, Sid and Nancy kind of way. What was it like building that with Margot Robbie?

Stan: Margot was extremely generous. She was very committed. And I mean, she definitely hit me a few times. [laughs] But I was OK with it. We would go there, and then we would immediately go, “Are you OK? How are you doing? How are you feeling?” There was always a check-in before and after, and I was really grateful for that, because we needed to be comfortable with each other.

You’re always trying to figure out, what’s the emotional hook? Often times, people are not as aware of what they do, in the moment. But the emotion, the thing that jumpstarts it — that’s what we’ve got to find out. So we just tried to focus on that as much as we could. And sometimes we really laughed a lot. Sometimes we cracked each other up and were like, “I cannot believe this is our job right now. This is what we’re doing.”

x

[buckybardot]

Mine

Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested: “About your prompt list, maybe 2 & 32? idk it seems like they'd go well together.”

2. “Understand that you’re mine, and only mine.” 32. “You fucking branded me, I have hickey’s everywhere.”

A/N: Here is the request, hope it’s not shit. I just gotta say I love Bucky Barnes to no end btw. 

Warnings: unedited work, implied smut, cursing, etc.

“All you need to do it walk over there and talk to her. Easiest thing in the world at this point,” Steve said to Bucky, encouraging him to walk over to you at the bar. Bucky shook his head, his irritation level rising. He loved Steve like a brother, but man did he feel like punching him in the face right now. 

“No,” He grunted simply. He didn’t have to give a reason not to.

Currently, Tony was throwing a small get together between the Team and a few SHEILD Agents. After lots of convincing from almost everyone, they managed to keep the number of people invited to a minimum, much to a reluctant Tony. Steve was also determined tonight to get Bucky to spend some one on one time with Y/N. 

Bucky may have denied it many, many times, but it was not hard to see that he had a special attachment to you. Steve had spotted the many lingering [and suggestive] stares between the both of you when the other wasn’t looking. The way that your cheeks would flush red and a sweet smile would take over your lips while talking to him, it wasn’t hard to see you reciprocated the feelings. 

“Ever since you both met, the tension between you has been insane. You do realize that besides Natasha and I, you're her best friend? Sure, she gets along well with everyone else, but she loves being close to you. Explain how in meeting with the team, you two are nearly always sitting together. No matter if your late or she’s late, you always are in a 10-foot radius of each other. Even your rooms are next door-”

Bucky slammed his glass down on the table closest, almost shattering it with his strength. “No, Steve. If you say I’m her best friend, then I’m going to stay that way. She’s already sauced, anyway. That’s her fourth Jack and Coke tonight.” He grumbled, glancing over at you. Steve turned to look at you as well, knowing that when you got drunk, you became extremely touchy and very brave. 

“Ha! You have been paying attention to her,” Steve exclaimed.

Just as he watched Bucky flare his nose and roll his eyes, a figurative lightbulb went off above his head. [He ignored the fact that he didn’t actually know if his plan would work, mostly cause Thor’s alcohol had him a little buzzed]. If he couldn’t convince Bucky to go over to Y/N on his own, he’d just have to piss him off enough to do something about it. 

“Okay, fine. If you're not going to make a pass, I will.” And with that, Steve turned around and headed straight for you. 

---

“But theoretically, if you duct taped the Hammer onto an Iron Man suit...” You slurred, talking between Natasha and Thor. 

“It’s still going to fly, right?” Nat laughed at your thought process, still in her right mind. Thor shook his head playfully. “I refuse to let you strap down Mjolnir to the Man of Iron. Not that I don’t trust him, but I don’t trust him.” 

That’s when you heard a voice clear their voice behind you, cause you to turn. Your eyes met the tidal pools people called Steve Roger’s eyes, and you immediately went in for a side-hug. “Finally, Mr. America makes his appearance tonight,” You announced. Behind you, you heard Natasha mumble something to Thor, and their footsteps pad away to leave you with Steve.

Unknowingly to you, Bucky was watching your every move from across the room. His shoulders had tensed up instantly when you gently hugged Steve, knowing perfectly well drunk-you happened to be very lovey-dovey. 

“You look ravishing tonight, Y/N,” Steve commented, looking you up and down, truthfully meaning what he said. That deep red bodycon dress Natasha had made you wear was rather pleasing to the eyes. 

“Why thank you, Stevie. You don’t look that bad yourself,” You winked. Steve was definitely attractive, more so than normal in a tight dark button down. Just as you were about to run your fingers over Steve’s massive bicep, you mind flittered to another super soldier hunk you knew. 

Your intoxicated mind quickly flashed memories of Bucky Barnes’s muscles rippling under his skin, and the sweet dipping down his shoulders during training. Oh, how did you love watching him train shirtless. Then usually after training, you’d go get food with him at the dinner a couple blocks away, share an expensive milkshake and talk shit about people together. Man, did you love making Bucky laugh...

“Y/N...Y/N? Where’d you go?” Steve asked, softly gripping your forearms with both hands. God, does that feel good. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second,” You said, shaking your head lightly and brushing your fingertips over his arms to bring you back. Steve smiled sweetly at you as you continued talking, remaining at a constant touch.

A couple feet away, Bucky was one action from Steve away from snapping the table in half with his fist. No one and he meant no one, was allowed to touch you like that except him. He knew what Steve was doing, and he couldn’t hide the slightest that it was working. Bucky’s stomach was all knotted up in anger and jealousy. He was the one that wanted to touch you lovingly, he was the one that desired most to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours. He was the one that wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you to his room, he was the one that wanted to rip that dress to shreds and devour you. 

Not Steve. 

Just as he made you laugh your beautiful laugh, the one where you threw your head back and happy tears welled in your eyes, Bucky blew his fuse. 

This was going to end right here, right now.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a figure come into view and catch your attention. Bucky, with the angriest look you have ever seen in your life, was heading right towards you and Steve. “Hey, Buck-” You started, before he stepped [in almost a protective stance] in front of you, back blocking your vision. Not that you minded staring at his toned back underneath his shirt.

“Steve, I’m warning you,” Bucky spoke, his voice an octave lower. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up, relishing in the sound of angry Bucky. “What ever do you mean, Bucky? I was just standing here having a nice conversation with Y/N,”

“Last chance, Rogers,” He growled again. Everything in your brain knew that whatever was happening was about to get serious, and this time it wasn’t just a male testosterone fight. 

“Wait a second, guys. What the hell is going on?” You said, stepping out and between them. Putting a hand on Bucky’s broad chest to make sure he wasn’t about to beat Steve into a pulp, you craned your neck to look at Steve. Bucky turned his gaze towards the side of your face, and he lost all self-control when he saw the hair brushed away from your neck, your skin begging him to place his lips on your sweet spot. 

In a swift motion, Bucky bent down and lifted you over his shoulder like it was nothing. “Whoa, Bucky what are you doing?” You giggled. He only grunted in response and started carrying you away and into the elevator of the penthouse. Steve smiled as he watched you wave at him, knowing he had finally and successfully gotten Buck to a point of no return.

---

As Bucky got to the elevator and pressed a button he set you down, letting you adjust your dress. “Man, I’ll tell you what I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a while-”

Before you could finish your sentence and even blink, Bucky’s lips slammed into yours. It suddenly felt like time turned to slow-motion as he threaded his hands into yours and pinned you to the wall, biting gently on your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss, tugging on his top lip as his tongue found yours. Oh, how long you have waited to shove your tongue down his throat [not that you wanted to ruin the moment]. But it was all over when Bucky pulled away, backing up as if he realized what he just did. You were so out of breath you couldn’t get out a word, added to the excitement of what just happened. 

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry...I didn’t m-mean to do that without asking-” His voice was hoarse from the kiss, driving you mad. “Don’t you ever, ever, apologize for that again,” you said, your eyes blown dark with lust. Just as Bucky was about to speak again, you jumped on him and kissed him again, hot and open-mouthed. Thank god for his reflexes or he might not have been able to catch you in time. As the elevator dinged, you two never parted as you pulled his hair just enough to elicit a groan from his throat. He carried you to his room, swiftly opening the door and dropping you over the bed, parting momentarily to breathe again. Pulling off his shirt and moving to hover over you, his steel dark eyes bored into yours. 

“Understand that you’re mine, and only mine.” He said, face mear centimeters from yours.

“Prove it, Seargent.” You tested, loving the nickname on your tongue. He cocked his eyebrow just before he started something with you that wouldn’t end until the early morning hours, and let's just say the whole tower had heard it.

As your eyes sensed the sunlight filtering in through the window, you growled and rolled over. Your head felt like a freight train ran over it and that sunlight wasn’t helping. You may or may not be hungover from the night before. 

“Bucky...” You mumbled, shifting your hand around the bed with your eyes tightly shut, looking for a part of him. “Bucky?” You repeated, opening your eyes this time. Looking around the bed, you were met with only sheets and pillows. You were about to be disappointed had completely abandoned you in his room, but as soon as you heard the shower running in his bathroom you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe I should join him for round two, you thought. But before you could, you thought it would be better to let him be and go get coffee for you two and bring it back here. 

As you unraveled your sheets and stood up, your knees almost buckled beneath you and you felt extremely sore in a certain area. “Holy shit,” You thought to yourself, remembering last night. You tried to walk normally as best you can without wincing, sliding Bucky’s plain white tee and a pair of his shorts on before heading downstairs.

Once you reached the kitchen, you saw Sam, Nat, and Tony at the counter, eating various foods and drinking coffee. 

“Morning,” You greeted, making your way to the coffee pot. 

As they all greeted back, you suddenly heard Natasha choke on her drink and Sam starts laughing. Tony stayed oddly quiet. Turning around as you poured the dark liquid into mugs, you eyed Nat suspiciously. She couldn’t keep a straight face and Sam couldn’t breathe. Tony was smirking into his cup. “Had a fun time with Tinman last night?” He asked, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes, “It was the clothes that gave it away, wasn’t it?”

Sam had another spout of laughter while only Natasha answered back. “Not quite, honey. You have a little something on your neck.” Your nostrils flared as finally, Tony started laughing, immediately you turned to look at the glass walls reflection. 

You head several, very big, reddish purple bruises around your neck. One just below your jaw, another mid-throat, several around the side, and a rather large one that disappeared below the collar. You gasped, covering the tender skin. “That son of a bitch!” You picked up the two coffee mugs and headed out, swearing that you’d kick their asses later.

“BUCKY!” You yelled in a playfully-angry tone. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel still wrapped around his waist and hair still dripping wet. God did his chest looks gorgeous in the wet morning light. He turned to you smiling genuinely, right before his eyes caught the blotches on your neck too. He sucked in his bottom lip, covering up a mischevious smile. 

“Yeah, you jerk! Look what you did!” You said, turning into the bathroom, Bucky following you. You looked in the mirror more thoroughly, rather surprised at how big and efficiently he made the bruises. “You fucking branded me. I have hickeys everywhere!” You pulled up your shirt up slightly to show your stomach, where you found several more, and one on your inner thigh. Bucky couldn’t contain it any more a lightly chuckled, coming behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and stomach. You had to admit the cool chrome felt fantastic against your warm skin. “I’m gonna be honest, Babydoll, it was worth it. Now I get the satisfaction that everyone will know you're mine,” He mumbled into your skin as he open-mouthed kissed the back of your neck. 

“You're lucky I love you. I still might kick your ass, though.”

“I’d like to see you try, love.”