#stevo fluff

[whorrorfix]

help me

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Right after bob’s death, stevo stays at your place because staying at his was too much. Basically just the reader loving on stevo is all. Their relationship doesn’t really matter as long as its clear that they are soulmates in some capacity. I think stevo just needs to let himself be loved. Grief and depression is horrible to go through alone so its great to have someone who gets it with you as you heal you know?

𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊

A/n: This was kinda hard to write, but I definitely needed to

Taglist: @abriefnirvana

Warnings: death, angst to fluff, grief

He wiped the tears away as he got into his car, he breathed a shaky breath as he looked at himself in the car mirror. He was disheveled, with a tangled mop of hair and wrinkled clothes.

Stevo's mind raced with thoughts of where to spend the night. And then it hit him - you were the only other person he wanted to be with right now. You would know what to do now.

Without a second thought, he stepped on the gas pedal and raced towards you as fast as his old car could go.

As he rushed towards your apartment, no matter how hard he tried to stop them, the tears streamed down his cheeks while Bad Religion blared on the radio.

He found himself thinking about Bob. Was he a bad friend for leaving him like that? He felt horrible, but he wasn’t sure about what else to do.

The image stayed in his mind, almost causing a crash as his thoughts raced, his hands acting faster than his head.

Finally, after what felt like the longest drive in history, he reached your place. He looked at a bottle of beer on the side of his door, drinking it as if he was a college kid who had just been dared to. He would need it tonight. Then he laid his eyes on someone outside.

As you were taking out the trash, you saw a small baby cat nearby and smiled. You knelt, and the cat shyly approached you. It rubbed against your leg as you looked into its curious eyes and pet it with care.

He stumbled out of his car door, the sound making you turn your head and the cat also turn its head to him.

“Stevo?” you mumbled to yourself. You recognized the blue hair quickly, and he looked at you. He was…crying?

"Stevo," you said, as you dropped your trash on the floor and hurried towards him. He was crying uncontrollably, and when he saw you, he wrapped his arms around you. You were taken aback by the sudden embrace, but you rubbed his back to give him some sort of comfort. "Oh, Stevo," you whispered softly.

He cried, tears staining your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder. People came outside when they heard the cries.

“You're the only one I have left.” he cried into your shoulder.

“C’mon, let's go inside, okay?” you weren't sure what had happened, but it made your heart break.

You had been lifelong friends since middle school and stuck together like glue. Despite your longstanding feelings for him, you never told him how you felt in fear of him not having the same feelings.

He thought you were too sweet to him, too nice in this cruel, unjust world.

The little cat watched as you both walked up the stairs. Stevo looked back at its copper eyes and black fur, following his moves like a lucky cat in a store.

You led him inside, his sobs became more quiet and slowed down as he rubbed his eyes with his hand and sat down on a chair at your table. He felt like a loser, a poser. But you were one of the only people he knew wouldn’t judge him.

You shut the door and turned to him. It was silent for a moment while you both stared at each other.

“What happened?” you asked softly, making your way to the chair next to him.

He looked down at the ground while he explained what happened this morning. Bob had died of an overdose, your eyes widened as you listened and looked at him with sadness.

“I’m.. so sorry. Steven.. that’s horrible.” You said once he finished.

Steven. You hadn’t used his real name in ages.

He didn’t know how to respond, he simply just looked down.

“Uhm… you want me to call for you? So you don’t have to? I can tell them what happened so he can get buried, and everything else…”

He looked up now. “You’d do that?”

You nodded and smiled at him.

"Stevo, I am here for you, whether you need anything or want to talk. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” he mumbled, feeling himself about to cry again.

You went over to him, he stood up and hugged you again, when you both pulled away you smiled softly and wiped his tears away.

"You can stay for as long as you need, okay?" you spoke softly.

You led him into your room, telling him to chill in there for a second while you called the police. They said they had to question you, but you did not mention Stevo at all, so as long as he didn’t have to, you were fine with it.

You hung up and sighed, rubbing your forehead. You felt horrible for Stevo, who had to see his best friend and roommates dead body in front of him, crying for him.

You entered the room for and climbed into the bed beside him. He gazed at you with red, tired eyes, and wrapped his arms around your body. You reciprocated the gesture, holding him close and not wanting to let go, playing with his hair as he rested his head on your chest.

You kissed the top of his head, and in any situation, he would've questioned the action. But right now it was just what he needed.

He fell asleep quickly in your arms, his eyes heavy. You wished it happened under better circumstances.

[mcondance]

laid out on the bed you two share, stevo’s wrapped in little pink bows. one wrapped around his stacked necklaces, two on his wrists with his tattered bands, cupping his own face. he smiles big, the juxtaposition of a blue haired punk put in bows by his girlfriend, with a hozier song playing from her phone as she films him. you pan the camera around, focusing on his beaming face, body shaking with giggles as his shakes under you too. he looks a dream, happy to do anything that would make you happy.

[mattey-stu]

The party

Stevo Levy x male!/gn!reader

Sfw

This font - Y/N (your name)

This font: Stevo

You were partying at one of your friends, Bobs house.There was a bunch of people and luckily no rednecks.You drank a bit too much and your head started throbbing, and while you were walking, you bumped into a tall figure.It was Stevo, Bobs roommate.You looked up at him and he was holding you in his arms, since you almost fell on him "oh shit- im so sorry man-" "oh its cool.You alright over there?" He asked.You wanted to answer but you were lost in his blue eyes.His hair matched his eyes too, blue eyes, blue hair.Youve loved that man for so long but you never got the courage to tell him, since you never thought hed be gay. [Boy, how wrong you were.] You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and got pulled into another room.Stevo wanted to make sure you were okay, so he got you in another room and layed you down on his mattress."you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, thanks."

Big surprise, you stayed over after the party.There was some touchy touchy but nothing more since you were basically blackout drunk.

-end of oneshot-

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Can you do headcanons for what the guys and their SO do on their birthday (like if they have the same birthday as their SO, what do they do?)

A/N: i really liked writing this actually! it was surprisingly wholesome since i was crying watching the movie while writing this. i really need more angst asks 😭

Tags: Fluff, hcs, birthday, all the boys

Warnings: it does kind of hint at sexual activity (thanks for that dal) but there’s no detail or anything like that so it should be fine!

The boys on their S/O’s birthday

Darry

Always the gentleman Dar would make sure you feel like the most important person in the world on your birthday.

Breakfast. In. Bed. Darry will make you the most extravagant breakfast with all your favourite foods and deliver it to you as soon as you wake up.

He’ll take the day off work (which is really rare for him!) just so the two of you can have fun and spend time together.

If he was planning a party he would let you know, just so you could tell him whether you wanted one or not

Ponyboy

He would be so cute omg-

He’d slip you a piece of paper during class telling you to meet him either in an empty classroom or under the bleachers at lunch that day. when you get there he will have made you a card and bought you a single cupcake. unless you go with my other hcs, in that case he would have gotten johnny to make cupcakes for you.

I don’t think that Pony would want to throw you a party. i think he would be more for hanging out in the vacant lot all night.

Ok hear me out- you two have been dating about a month and you’re just hanging out in the lot for your birthday. you two are talking and chatting when he realises he didn’t get you anything for your birthday. you try to tell him that it’s ok that you don’t need anything but he insists on giving you something so….BOOM first kiss right there!

Sodapop

Soda is just a tiny bit cruel so he’d probably pretend that he forgot your birthday as a joke.

You would go down to visit him in the DX and he’d be there like “i know i’m forgettin’ somethin’ bit i dunno what. is it Stevo’s birthday?”

He’d do this until you either got really upset or told him it was your birthday.

Once he revealed he didn’t forget he’d have a party planned for you and by god it would be a good party. He’d have your favourite foods, he would have rented out bucks and paid Tim Shepard or someone to act as a bouncer so nobody you didn’t like could get in.

This boy- he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you all night. Kissing, holding your hand, hugging you from behind, simply having his hand around your waist/shoulders? he doesn’t care as long as you’re with him.

Dally

Dally wouldn’t be one to treat you special on your birthday. he’d go on like normal. it’s just how he is 🤷‍♂️

I think he’d say something like “it’s your birthday today, ain’t it?” and when you said yeah he’d just say something like “thought so” and walk away.

If he gets you a gift? i wouldn’t bet that it was acquired legally. but he still cares. he would most likely get you a new blade or something like that.

Even though on the day he wouldn’t be very attentive that night he’d get buck to close the bar early so you two could have some alone time. I’m thinking slow dancing in the bar alone. he’s a really bad dancer but he still tries. and i mean it’s dally we’re talking about so you probably know what would happen later that night…

Two-Bit

Your birthday to Two is just the perfect time for pranks, he doesn’t really know why, it just is. he would switch your orange juice for milk that he put orange food dye into, hide random things in your room, the basic pranks yk? maybe switch the fruit in your fruit bowl for that wax fruit.

He would be planning a surprise party in the Curtis’ place for like- a month before your birthday. it would be the best party ever. he’d even watch his drinking so you could have fun without having to babysit Two.

Exact same as soda, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. though he’d probably be a little less wholesome, kinda like Dal.

He’d make some drunken toast at the party about how hot you are and how lucky he is to have you. he’s cringy like that plus he’s pissed drunk when he gives the roast so it’s not his fault

Steve

Steve doesn’t get as much appreciation as he should, he’s adorable! he wouldn’t be a gentleman like Darry but he wouldn’t be ignoring the fact it was your birthday like Dal. He would probably make some agreement that if you could win a challenge that on your birthday he couldn’t say no to you (with limits ofc. you couldn’t tell him to jump into freezing water cause you dropped a sandwich into it or you couldn’t tell him to kill someone yk? limits.) he’d probably let you win though tbh

So you’ve won this bet. now what? he’s your personal butler for the day! want coffee? ask Steve! need a hug? ask Steve! He would be at your beckon call at all times (that’s the saying right?)

He’d also plan you a party, just not a surprise party. He would have it in the lot since it has the most space so nobody will be cramped together.

Johnny

He would make you a present rather than buy one since he doesn’t have much money. i think that’s cuter and more thoughtful than anything else tbh.

He would want to hang out together all day. maybe you two would go to the drive in that night?

I don’t think parties are johnnies thing so he would plan that you and the rest of the boys have dinner in the Curtis’ and then if you wanted to go out he wouldn’t stop you.

[ahsxual]

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[jen-parker]

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Who I write for:

Matthew Lillard

Stu Macher SCREAM (1996)

Tim Laflour SENSELESS

Dean Boland GOOD GIRLS

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more to come…

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x fem!reader

x gn!reader

Rules:

+18 years old

no rape or whatsoever

no incest in any form

[flohamilton]

Hi can you please write a robin x reader modern summer camp au where Robin and reader are secretly dating please

( the older kids are counselors and the younger kids are campers.)

Or

Can you write a Robin x reader where reader rejected Robin a couple of years ago. ( because of popularity she always liked Robin and she still does.) Reader got involved in the vecna mess and ends up dying. But before she dies she tells Robin she still likes her. The gang is able to get reader to a hospital in time but ends up forgetting about the confession. Does Robin bring it up again or does she let it go?

Thanks if you can:)

robin x fem reader pure fluff + reader x entire group platonic fluff

word count: 3.3k

category: fluff

this is such a CUTE idea AHHHH!! i LOVED writing this so much.

You weren’t sure how your friends had roped you into this, but here you are sat on a stiff log bench, spraying your legs with stinky bug repellent, trying to figure out how you were going to entertain these crazy kids for the next three weeks with nothing but the great outdoors at your disposal. You supposed you had done it as a favor really. Robin and Steve had been recruited by Nancy and Jonathan, who had been recruited by Joyce and Hopper. The first official Hawkins Summer Camp was about to commence and Joyce wanted as many counselors as she could find in anticipation for a large turn out of campers.

When Robin approached you one day as you were browsing in Family Video, you couldn’t resist saying yes. Hell, if Robin asked you to scale the Washington Monument with only your shoelaces you would say yes. You would do anything for her. At some point your friendship had crossed a boundary into something more, and with the fear of actually coming out looming over you, Robin never needed to hear it from you and vise versa. You understood each other and you were both well aware of the feelings you harbored toward each other.

You had officially been dating for six months now, and it had been the best six months of your life. With the mostly conservative viewpoints radiating from Hawkins residents, you both favored the idea of keeping your relationship subtle, a secret if you will. The only other person who truly knew the extent of your relationship was Steve. He was Robin’s best friend and because of that he was slowly becoming your best friend as well. You were so thankful that Robin had a friend who understood her, and accepted her without hate or judgement. You knew that most people, yourself included, were not so lucky. It’s not that other people around you didn’t suspect that you and Robin were extra close, you were sure that Eddie or Nancy or Jonathan noticed the close proximity you would spend with Robin, lingering looks whenever you saw each other, lingering touches when you thought no one was looking. No one questioned it, and you opted to not explain it.

So here you were at the first official Hawkins Summer Camp.

Organized entirely by Joyce Byers, who would be serving as president of the camp. She had somehow roped Jim Hopper into being the forest ranger, forcing him to swear under oath that he would protect the kids from any rouge raccoons or squirrels and whatever else would pose a threat to your camp ground. You were currently set up on the outskirts of Hawkins in the middle of the woods at a campground that had been long forgotten. After a month of restoration and cleaning, the camp was ready to go and you were ready to welcome your campers.

Robin and Steve stood by you as a few cars lined up, ready to drop their kids off at the three week-long-camp. “I know that you two may be rookies, but I’ve been waiting for this moment,” Steve said, puffing his chest out and resting his hands on his hips, mentally gearing up to be the best camp counselor Hawkins has ever seen.

“I have no doubts that your babysitting skills will perfectly transfer over to camp counselor-ing, ole Stevo,” Robin said sarcastically, earning a chuckle from you and a heavy eye roll from Steve.

“You act as if the campers haven’t already been babysat by you for the past three years,” you said.

“Ladies!” Steve said, exasperated, “Let me live! I am excited, please let me have this moment.”

“Right Steve,” you said, walking to where you spotted the Byers family approaching you along with Hopper and El. “Take it all in buddy,” You said patting his chest.

//

“Well, I guess you guys are the only campers we have,” Hopper said dryly, looking at the seven kids sat criss cross on the ground in front of him and then back at Joyce who was nodding reassuringly. “I was going to have your counselors introduce themselves, but you already know all them… What the heck, counselors get up here and come talk to the kids.”

You, Robin and your five friends stood in front of the kids now, they all looked at you with scowls, unimpressed and slightly menacing. “Why don’t each of you still introduce yourselves and tell everyone what activity you will be specializing in,” Joyce said as all of the counselors got lined up.

First in line was Nancy. “Uh hi, I literally have known all of you for years, but I’m Nancy,” she said with a small wave. “I’m one of your camp counselors and together each day we will be shooting archery!” Everyone followed Nancy’s lead. Jonathan was going to be teaching the kids how to survive in the wilderness (think tying knots, starting fires, finding fresh water). Argyle was working with the kids to identify different types of plants and help them create their own ecosphere in a jar. Eddie would be doing music lessons over a campfire each night. Steve would be in charge of all water related activities and serving as lifeguard. Robin would be in charge of the theater lessons and the play, which all of the kids would put on at the end of camp. Next it was your turn to step forward.

“Hey guys, you already know me, but I’m y/n and for the next three weeks we will be doing arts and crafts together! I can’t wait to work with you guys and see what masterpieces you create.”

The kids looked at you somewhat unenthusiastically, with the exception of Will who had a gleam in his eyes.

“Before we go to dinner, we are going to start the night off with the most epic obstacle-course- water-balloon-fight-relay-race any of you have ever seen!” Steve said excitedly.

You and Robin walked closely together as Steve led you and the campers to his elaborately set up obstacle course. You saw a large bucket filled to the brim with water balloons along with a row of tires to jump through, a few baseball bats to spin around on, eggs to balance on spoons, hula hoops.

Steve explained that the object of the game would be to beat your opponent through the course and safely deliver an egg on a spoon to your relay partner all while being pelted with water balloons by spectators. The second relay partner would then complete the second half of the course and whichever team completed the course first would win.

“Alright, everyone get into teams of two,” Steve said.

Your instantly met with Robin’s.

“Want to be my partner?” She questioned quietly.

“Of course,” you said.

And so it was decided that you would go first. You were up against Nancy who was partnered with Jonathan. First up you had to spin around on a bat for thirty seconds. Thoroughly dizzy you stumbled your way over to the row of tires that you had to hop through.

“C’mon y/n!” Robin shouted from where she was waiting at the end of the relay. “You got this!”

You huffed out a breath of frustration as Max chucked a water ballon directly at your head, wetting your hair down in front of your eyes. Pushing your hair aside, you looked up at Robin with a smile, thankful to have her cheering you on.

You had barely gotten through the tire race before Nancy and now hurriedly stepped into the hula hoop where you would have to keep the hoop on your hips for exactly one minute.

It was a close one, but at the last second Nancy lost control of her hula hoop and you miraculously beat her. All that was left to do was put your egg on the spoon and deliver it to Robin. You slowly walked in a straight line to where Robin was waiting to collect the egg, dodging a water balloon heading straight toward you from Mike, ducking carefully as to not drop your precious cargo. Finally after what felt like an eternity, you made it to Robin handing her the egg, while Nancy was still only halfway to Jonathan.

“Okay Robin go!” You shouted excitedly, jumping up and down at your victory. Robin made her way to the second half of the course where she would go up against Jonathan to complete a ring toss, balance beam (you worried for her on that one) and a slip and slide, in which the winner would slide into victory. You jogged down to the end of the course now, at the end of the slip and slide to wait for Robin. You watched with anticipation as Robin and Jonathan went head to head on the ring toss, lucky Robin had won and was moving on to the balance beam. She was making her way very slowly and cautiously and you had to laugh. The girl had never had a day of coordination in her life and you had to give her credit for trying. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her, taking in her natural beauty and her bright smile She laughed at herself and her balance issues. Just then your attention was averted as Lucas sent a water balloon right to the back of Robin’s head, making her lose her balance and fall to the ground.

“It’s okay Rob,” You shouted to her in encouragement, “You still have time to win this!”

Somehow against all odds, Will launched a water balloon to Jonathan, making him lose his balance too, falling to the ground just as Robin got back onto the beam.

“Go Robin!” You screamed, as other counselors and campers cheered along with you.

“Robin! Robin! Robin!” You all chanted as she hurriedly (but carefully) made her way to the end of the balance beam. She took off running to the slip and slide, diving head first and sliding to where you were waiting at the end. You must have been standing a bit too close though, because with Robin's momentum and maybe her lack of coordination, as she stood up she collided directly into you, forcing you to topple over and fall to the ground with Robin falling on top of you, barely able to feel the weight of her pressing into your body.

For a moment you just stared at each other, looking deeply into one another’s eyes. You both understood that if no one was around nothing would stop you from crashing your lips onto hers, fully taking in all of her body on top of yours. However you couldn’t do that. Not with Jonathan sliding down the slip and slide behind you, not with Steve rushing over to hand Robin a huge trophy, not with all of the campers and other counselors rushing toward you both. For a moment your soul crushed, your bones feeling like they were breaking, not from the weight of Robin on top of you, but from not being able to kiss your girlfriend in front of all of these people. You looked at Robin again, a different look now in both of your eyes now. She quickly got off of you offering her hand to you to help you up. You took her hand as she pulled you up to a standing position and you held her hand for an extra second longer than you should have, looking at her and giving her hand tight squeeze.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said somberly, almost wanting to cry.

“Thanks, y/n,” Robin said, letting both of your hands fall to your sides now. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Steve handed Robin her trophy and presented you with one of your own while Jonathan ran to go grab his camera, returning to snap a quick photo of you guys. You knew once that photo was developed you were gonna treasure it forever.

“Alright who’s next?” Steve questioned as Max and El stepped up to go against Dustin and Lucas.

You watched with admiration, water balloons in hand ready to pelt the kids as they cheerfully completed the course. You stood next to Robin now, probably closer than your should have but you didn’t care.

The relay race went on for a while longer, but you hardly noticed, just happy to be in the presence of your sweet, sweet girlfriend, in the middle of the woods somewhere Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe you couldn’t be exactly who you wanted to be in front of everyone. But you and Robin were each others’ and that was all that mattered to you. That was all that you could ask for, just to be with her.

With everyone at least somewhat air dried now, the obstacle course had been completed and Steve was in all of his glory, happy that everyone participated in his activity. Even Joyce and Hopper, much to Hopper’s dismay.

“C’mon guys,” you said, rounding up all of the kids, glancing up at Robin adoringly. “It’s time for dinner.”

//

In the dining hall you formed a line and grabbing a tray you were met with none other than Murray Bauman the camp’s appointed chef who insisted the first meal of the night be his famous dish “Mommy Murray’s Risotto.”

“I’ll have the risotto, please,” Steve said, stepping up to stepping up to Murray with his tray to be served.

“Ah ah ah, I have prepared no such thing as mere “risotto” please address the dish by its proper name,” Murray demanded.

“Holy shit, there’s no way you actually want us to call it that,” Robin said, standing behind you, shooting you a quick glance, her radiant smile tugging at your heart strings.

“If you can’t respect me and my dishes then I cannot respect your hunger. Repeat after me: Mommy. Murray’s. Risotto.” Murray said slowing, motioning to Steve to say it with him.

“Uh okay… M-mommy Murray’s Risotto, there are you happy?”

“Very,” Murray said, scooping a large helping of the coveted risotto onto Steve’s tray.

“Thanks… asshole,” Steve walked away, saying the last part under his breath.

“Hey, I heard that! Do not disrespect me or my Mommy Murray’s Risotto ever again!”

You and Robin giggled as you got your food and made your way to the counselor’s table where Steve, Eddie, Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy were already sitting. You sighed contently, digging into your food, feeling ravenously hungry from the day of checking in the kids and getting them moved in and giving your all in the water balloon obstacle course. Say what you want about Murray but he knew how to make a mean risotto.

Robin sat next to you, discretely tapping your foot with her own from under the table. A secret little message from her that you understood as her way of saying that she was right there, happy to be with you, even if it was in secret.

“Hey Rob,” Steve said, glancing at Robin from where he was sitting and talking to Nancy Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie, “tell everyone about the time that you had to perform the Heimlich on me after I choked on that grape at work!”

The group laughed enthusiastically as Robin animatedly explained how she narrowly saved Steve’s life from the grape he chocked on one day while on their lunch break at Family Video. Robin’s arms moved haphazardly as she retold the story, she looked so goofy and sweet and you couldn’t help to just take all of her beauty in. She was so special to you, even in these silly moments where she used her lighthearted and sarcastic jokes. You often grew sentimental at the fact that you got to be in a relationship with her. A secret relationship yes, but a relationship nonetheless.

You then refocused your attention back on the entire group. “Right, y/n?” you heard Robin asked.

“What?” You questioned, realizing you had zoned out of the conversation.

“I said that after that day I saved Steve’s life, y/n over here told me I should be the one doing all of the babysitting not Steve.”

“Ah yes, that is true and I did mean it, Robin is a superstar with the kids and a bonus! She knows how to perform the Heimlich,” you said, making eye contact with Robin. She looked back at you hard now, her blue eyes piercing your soul. Her foot tapped on yours again, this time little three taps I love you.

You tapped her foot back three times. //

Back in your cabins, you Nancy and Robin shared the “girls only” cabin, while Steve, Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle shared the other cabin. Hopper was sure to give you an hour long lecture about sneaking out to meet up with the boys along with a long list of “Don’t’s.”

Don’t sneak out. Don’t kiss each other. Don’t sneak into the cabin of the opposite gender. And absolutely do not hook up with each other. Luckily for you, you and Robin were already in the same cabin. Along with Nancy. It’s not like you were going to try anything with Nancy right there in the same room as you and Robin, but once she was fast asleep, your quietly crept over to Robin’s cot-like bed.

“Excuse me ma’am, are you in need of a cuddle?” You asked, scooting yourself under the covers with to Robin, her arms opening and pulling you in.

“Oh yes, that’s exactly what I needed, how did you know?” Robin said, taking you into her arms and holding you close to her, your head resting on her chest, listening to the soft sound of her heart beating.

“I just knew. What can I say,” you joked, “I’m psychic.”

You and Robin spent the next few hours just in each other’s presence, neither of you talking, but not sleeping either. You didn’t want to wake up Nancy with the sound of your voices. You enjoyed this quiet, seemingly normal time with Robin more than anything else in the world. It was rare you got to be alone in each other’s spaces, being who you truly are together. There was no faking, no pretending. Just you and your girlfriend, Robin.

You spoke suddenly, but in the most quiet whisper. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“Uh yeah, I would hope so, or it would be really awkward if I did this,” Robin whispered to you, placing a soft, delicate kiss onto your lips. “I wouldn’t do that to just anyone, ya know.”

“I know. I’m just happy you’re mine. Even if we have to hide forever, I’d do it for you. I would do anything for you.”

“I would do anything for you too,” Robin paused, looking at you intently, deep emotion spreading across her face. “I love you, ya know.”

Your heart filled with warmth at the confession. “I know. I love you too.”

[starkerhowlter]

Don't Pull Away

Ship: starker

Rating: M

Contains: mild angst, mentioned fantasies, tooth-rotting fluff, no smut

Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals summber bingo fill: headpats

Words: 1746

Summary: Peter loves Tony's hands in his hair. Tony loves having his hands in Peter's hair.

A/n: I know it's over but finally, my fourth work in the Starker Festivals Bingo is done! (I think I want to keep working on it despite it being over)

This was beta'd by the most gorgeous squishbean, @cozysafechaotic! and cheered on by my team on the Super Starkers server. Thank you guys as always for being your badass selves.

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 Tony notices the reaction immediately. One moment he's congratulating Peter on a job well done in the lab, and the next, the twenty-year-old intern's eyes are shining. At first, the older scientist couldn't figure out why until he realized his hand is still on Peter's head, fingers touching the soft brown curls.

 "Good job, kiddo." He covers, removing his hand from the boy's hair, and placing them in his pockets. 

 "Thanks, Mr Stark!" He beams, "What should I do next?"

 "I think it would benefit you to try and change the composition of the web solution powder to make it neater. Currently, the liquids aren't melding completely and it's going to harm the tensile strength in the long run." 

 "What should I use instead?" 

 "I honestly couldn't tell you. Why don't you try going to the chemical pantry and see if anything fits? I think that JARVIS has it cleared for you."

 "Okay," Peter smiles and disappears out the door, leaving Tony with his thoughts.

 "Fuck. J, can you play back the camera footage of that?"

 "On it, sir." As soon as the man asks, a holographic footage screen appears before him. From this angle, he can see his hand brushing Peter's hair, and the way the boy's face lights up. "By the way, sir, Mr Parker's vitals spiked when you touched his head. I noted a spike in dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. His heart rate also spiked."

 "No way." Tony falls back in his swivel chair, fingers running through his own hair. "Hey, J? Start a new experiment page."

 "Title?" The robotic butler replies, obediently clearing the screen.

 "Sparkle Eyes." The inventor smiles to himself because the description is such a perfect explanation for how Peter's honey-coloured eyes looked.

 "Creating..." The screen changes to a chart of graphs "Created. Added 3.25 megabytes of information to the experiment page."

 "Perfect. Please keep updating it with each instance as they happen." 

 "Only in the lab, sir?"

 "No, whole complex. But just with me and Peter. No one else. Stevo and Manchurian Candidate would skew the records."

 "Noted. Beginning Sparkle Eyes program."

 "Thank you, Jar--"

 "How about this? Think silica gel would clear it?" Peter presents a jar of silica beads, proudly.

 "It would dry it out more, so it's worth a try. You might have to add more of a liquid though to make it sticky again. Think of making bread or cookies."

 "Noted. I think I'm going to try mixing it in over a heated burner, where it's hot enough to melt but not hot enough to smoke us out." 

 "Probably a good idea. Do you need to create a safe environment or does it matter?"

 "I think since I'm burning it, it's not really a problem either way." He returns to his desk, taking the lid off the solution in the flask. Carefully bringing it to temperature, the bubbles in the solution dissipate. He mixes in the silica gel, watching it turn into the sticky solution he's hoping for. "Holy shit, Mr Stark!!! I did it!" Tony looks up from his work to find Peter, with his hands in the air, staring proudly at him. "I made the web fluid correctly!"

 "Well go on then, test it! Dum-e and I will get you down if you get stuck." Peter nods, loading the web fluid into a capsule and into his web shooter. He aims for the wall, swinging to land on the concrete ceiling of Tony's lab. 

 "It worked! It worked!!" He cheers, pulling himself free from the webbing. He drops back to the floor, and Tony ruffles his hair again. He revels privately in the way that Peter's entire face tints a gentle rosy pink. He tilts his head slightly into the older's touch before pulling away completely. One of the sensors on the desk chimes, breaking the trance the two have created for themselves. 

 "We should... yeah."

 "Yeah... You're-- You're probably right. I need to go and.... erm... tighten the bolts on my left boot. It's been giving me issues." Tony pulls away from the younger, watching him with curiosity. Peter runs his hands through his hair repetitively and Tony selfishly wonders if he's trying to recreate the feeling. 

---

 Peter scratches gently at his scalp, hoping for the feeling of the man's fingers to appear again. He can't explain it, but he craves the feeling of Tony's hand in his hair. Almost as though the presence itself is a physical manifestation of how proud he is of the boy. It's self-centred, sure, but Peter can't help but wish everything Tony does is because of him. He wonders if Tony has noticed the way the younger boy leans into his touch, and wonders if it would be odd to ask him to ruffle his hair. To allow the boy to lay his head on Tony's thigh and let him comb his mechanic's fingers through Peter's curls as they watch whatever 80s movie Tony picked out. He wishes he could tell Tony, but he can't.

---

 Tony finds any way he can to put his hand in Peter's hair after that day. He tried to forget about it, sure, but the way the boy would follow his hand anytime he came near, as though he were a puppy waiting for a treat or a belly rub. He silently begs for it with his eyes and Tony wonders if Peter knows he's doing it. 

---

  Two months later, Peter has a boyfriend.

 The two students come into the lab and the stranger smiles at Tony. The boy's got a kind smile, one that makes it clear why Peter fell for him. Peter waves and greets Tony with a cheerful "Hi, Mr Stark! This is Harley! I just brought him over to check out my chemistry notes. He thinks he has an idea of how to synthesize the formula. Don't worry about him exposing my spiderman secret, his dad works for you!"

 "Ah, Mr Keener! I knew you looked familiar! I think you weren't more than a sprout last time I saw you!" Tony coldly shakes Harley's hand, the craving for bourbon stinging his throat. 

 Harley looks absolutely starstruck. They really are perfect for each other. 

---

 It's all well and good until Harley leans over and kisses Peter. Something about needing to go to work and that he will see him back at the dorms tonight. He pays it no mind until Harley's fingers curl into the hair on the back of Peter's head and pull gently. Peter gasps into the kiss, breaking it off before it gets heated, "See you tonight!" 

 "Love you too, baby," Harley calls, disappearing out the same door they came in. Peter blushes gently, leaning back over his work as though nothing happened. 

 'Baby.' The title sticks in Tony's head, Peter's reaction causing one of its own in Tony. It's quickly replaced by a small popup by Jarvis about the hair grab. He murmurs to himself, 'no chemical changes' and smirks. Harley is merely a stand-in and Tony's never felt more satisfied. He wonders what would happen if he were to pull Peter's hair and call him baby. Would Peter gasp just as prettily? Would it be prettier?

 "Hey, Mr Stark?"

 "What's up, Spiderling?" Tony asks, walking over to the desk where the boy is mixing more fluid. 

 "I was just wondering if you had any more gel capsules. I need to make more web pills."

 "I can see what I have. Wait here." Tony leaves and the rest of the day is just as stiff as the stress in his neck. 

--

 It seems like just as fast as their relationship started, Harley comes around the lab and up in conversation less and less. Tony meanly wonders if it's due to his and Peter's closeness that Harley feels threatened. He wishes he could call Harley, or "Harls" as Peter calls him, and tell him to watch as Peter's eyes blossom in sparkles and color when his hand touches Peter's hair. 

 He hasn't seen Peter in days. Well, real Peter. Holographic Peter has been keeping him plenty of company from inside the Sparkle Eyes file. Why turn to porn when he could turn to a personalized collection of photos and videos with Peter melting at his touch?

--

 Peter returns one afternoon, eyes raw and red. "Peter?" 

 "Mr Stark..." He approaches Tony and falls against him, arms wrapping around his neck, face hiding against his own arm. At that moment Tony forgets how much he hates touch, he wants nothing more than to hold Peter and ruffle his hair, kissing the tears off his cheeks. He raises his hand hovering just slightly over the boy's head, debating if it's appropriate to touch his young mentee. Before he can reply, Peter's hand is gripping his wrist, pulling it the last few inches to tangle it in his hair. His shoulders fall, fresh tears falling from his eyes. 

 "What's happened?" Tony asks, gently carding his fingers through the curls. 

 "H-Harley. He cheated on me! Again!"

"Again? This has happened before, Peter?"

 "Mr Stark, first, it was Gwen, then Quentin, then he swore he and Harry were finished and he swore he didn't have feelings anymore for him. I trusted him, I let him back in, I took him back and then I walked in on them fucking in our dorm room. I'm so stupid, Mr Stark. I shouldn't have gone back to him. But I did because I'm dumb and desperate and--" 

 "Woah, woah, hey! You're not desperate or dumb. You're just a fool in love. Why it's with that idiot I will never know but you're not dumb. He is. Got that? Sorry, let me just..." He goes to pull his hand out from the boy's hair, expecting to gain some clarity. Instead of being allowed to break away, Peter nuzzles closer to him, not bothered by the metal of Tony's watch brushing his ear. "Peter?" The younger looks up at him, brown eyes sparkling, as he connects their lips.

 "Don't pull away. Not yet," he murmurs, sharing breaths with Tony.

 "I won't go anywhere, kid." Tony smiles, kissing him again. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Stevo with a small nerdy gf. She definitely a bad bitch but in the way that she’s just comfortable in herself and who she is. Gives off major dude-bro energy but not in an awkward obnoxious way. Feel like that would be perfect for him

Love thissss!!!

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Warnings- blood, you get into a fight.. jealousy, fluffy tho!! Stevo smokes weed at one point

Your arms were folded as you walked, the party was loud, tons of people, not your style or your thing. You stepped on a broken piece of glass (luckily with your shoes) you looked down and back up at Stevo, who was already far ahead.

You quickly walked over to him again, and he looked back at you. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said, looking at him again. You set your eyes on his familiar group, the people you were more cool with. Bob, and Mike and a couple other of his friends.

You sat down and you said hi to them, making small conversation.

“How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you around much anymore. Thought you both broke up or something.”

Stevo elbowed Bob for that.

“Nah.” You laughed “I’m there when your not.”

Bob furrowed his eyebrows and then his eyes widened as he realized. “Gross.”

Stevo laughed at his reaction.

Mike and you were pretty good friends, you both were very alike.

You and stevo made your way to everyone, some people asking who you were. You introduced yourself to them and most people liked you.

Most people.

One girl seemed to have a problem with you, you don’t know her name and Stevo didn’t know her either. You both had been there for a while now.

She stared at you, and then she went up to Stevo, who was right in front of you.

She said hi, flirting with him as you stood there. You grew angry at her, but you waited until she tried to make a move on him.

She leaned in his ear, looking at you while she whispered.

“Come on, lose the nerd. Come upstairs.”

Stevo looked back at you now. He wouldn’t do it, you knew that.

You were clearly annoyed, and stevo knew exactly what would happen before it happened.

You went up to the woman, who had backed away from stevo in shock. You punched her in the face, she gasped and tried to do the same but she failed, her swing hit the air. You practically jumped on her, punching her again and again. All hell broke loose in the party.

People cheered on.

Stevos eyes widened as he handed his drink to someone. Hands grabbed your waist, you shouted curses at the woman as he picked and dragged you off and outside the party, Bob running behind you both. He threw you over his shoulder as he talked.

“What were you thinking? I wasn’t gonna-“ he put you down on the curb outside the house, you sat down and his eyes went down.

Your hands were bloodied, you hadn’t noticed until he looked down at them. You just stared and stood up, you both walked to the car in silence, Bob following.

Stevo drove quickly back to his place. Bob gave you worried glances.

“Slow down man.” Bob put a hand on his shoulder. The grip he had on the steering wheel had his knuckles turning white. You held your bleeding knuckles and looked back at him.

He did slow down, thankfully. And soon he parked the car and got out, you and Bob followed.

You quickly went into the bathroom, knocking things down in the process as you winced, holding your hand again. Stevo walked in, seeing your struggle.

“Move. Please.” He mumbled, but you continued to try and find the bandages. He saw them and he grabbed them for you, gently moving you off from the counter. You hopped down, and you looked at him.

He wordlessly grabbed your hands, you were gonna protest but he turned on the water, running your hand under it. He ran it under the cold water for a few minutes, then you closed the toilet seat and sat on it as he grabbed a gauze pad and dipped it in some saline solution.

He made his way back to you, got on his knees and dabbed it on the wounds carefully. He was concentrated, but you were worried.

Then he grabbed the bandages, wrapping them around your hands.

He looked up at you now.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Stevo. What’s wrong?”

He shouldn’t say it, he couldn’t. He thought of an answer.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. What’s wrong, Stevo?”

You knew him too well.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt. I care about you too much.” He shrugged. “God, I feel like such a damn poser when I’m with you.” He mumbled the last part.

Your eyes widened at the confession. It was rare for him to be affectionate like that, personal.

You smiled at him. “Thank you. For the…” you looked down at your hands and he nodded, sighing as he stood up.

“You wanna go down to the drive in movie theater?” He asked you. You smiled and he already knew the answer.

——————————————————————

You explained the movie to him, he stared and nodded while rolling up a joint.

“Mmmm… but I still don’t get it. Why don’t they all just like… i dunno… kill the robot? Why does that not work?” He asked when you stopped.

“Because, guns won’t do shit to it. Plus, body armor. Even if you do manage to get through it, one shot won’t do nothing. The desert eagle is the most effective one against them, but even that won’t really kill it.” You rambled on while eating, he raised his eyebrows at you, not really understanding but listening and nodding his head.

“Ohhh… I’m gonna be honest I have no clue what any of that means.” He said with a giggle, and turned back to the screen.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at him. When you were enveloped in the movie, he glanced towards you most of it. He felt like a teenager all over again.

You were perfect, in his mind.

[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 27: The Honeymoon

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1046

Warnings: Nudity, mentions of sex and pregnancy, basically pure fluff.

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Steve further nuzzled his head into the crook of his wife’s neck, arms circling even tighter around her waist. Their naked bodies practically stuck together in the heat of the morning, the man’s chest pressed straight up against Y/N’s back.

Santorini, Greece was quiet at this hour, the only sounds being from the birds outside the couple’s window. Their home of the past week, and of the next one, was glowing with rays from the bright sun, just adding to the feel of relaxation. It was the perfect honeymoon destination, and they had the perfect honeymoon suite.

Steve pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, testing if it would wake her up. It didn’t. He wasn’t surprised, though; Y/N slept like a dead woman.

Continuing to pepper her skin with his soft lips, moving from her shoulder to all the way under her jaw, he let out a quiet hum. The moment was so peaceful, so tranquil; the man felt like this was heaven on Earth, like heaven was the woman lying in his arms.

“‘Teve.” Y/N groaned lazily after feeling her husband suck a spot on her neck. She curled herself even more into a tiny ball, wanting to shy away from the early Greek sunlight.

The Captain chuckled at the sound of her voice, which was dripping with irritation. He knew how much she treasured her morning sleep; definitely not her night one, though. “Wake up, sleepy head.” He spoke lowly before feeling her turn around in his embrace, completely wrapping both her arms and legs around his body. “Someone wants to play koala bear this morning.”

“Shut up, early bird.”

This made Steve begin to shake with laughter, and Y/N snuggled even further into his warm chest. “Good morning to you too, pretty girl.”

She yawned. “What time is it?”

The man lifted his head to glance at the clock, knowing that she was about to be very disappointed with his answer. “A little after 8:00.”

The girl shook her head and sighed. “Jesus, Stevo. It’s too early to be alive.” She finally opened her eyes and glanced up at him, seeing a highly amused look painted on his handsome face.

“‘Stevo’?” He repeated questioningly.

Y/N simply shrugged. “Give me a break, I’m still sleepy.” She reached a hand up to smooth out his messy blond hair, smiling to herself about how beautiful he looked in the morning. “I think I like it, actually. That nickname might just have to stick around.”

The man shook his head and laughed, running his large hands up and down the expanse of her bare back. “I think that I should get to come up with a new nickname for you too then.” He added with a grin. “Don’t you think that’s fair, sweetheart?”

“I guess.” She replied skeptically, curious to see what he would come up with.

“Hmm...” Steve pondered as his eyes ran over her naked body that was currently wrapped around his own, gaining an idea. “Considering our position right now, I might just have to call you my little snuggle bug.”

Y/N scrunched up her nose and laughed. “Steve! That’s so cheesy, oh my god.”

“What?” He grinned. “Don’t you think it’s cute, baby?”

She raised her eyebrows, secretly finding the name adorable. “Sure, honey. I love it.”

The man pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, watching them quirk up as he pulled away. “God,” he sighed, caressing Y/N’s cheek with the back of his hand, “I hope our kids get a smile like yours.”

The girl blushed at his comment, biting her lower lip. Whenever Steve mentioned their future together, she couldn’t help but get millions of little butterflies flutter around in her stomach. “Our kids.” She repeated, almost as if she was currently imagining them.

“I know.” The Captain agreed. “I’m excited too, doll.” He rolled them over so that Y/N was lying on top of him, his arms locked securely around her waist. “Speaking of them, uh...” Steve paused, trying to find the right words, “when are we ‘gonna start having ‘em?”

“Well, we’ve only been married for like a week.” The actress stated with a slight grin. “And I kind of figured that with your job, you’d want to wait a little while.”

“I know, I know.” He shrugged with a smile. “I’m just eager, sweetie.”

“Me too. I’ve always wanted to have kids; even more after I met you. But,-”

“But, you think it’s too fast.” Steve completed her thought.

Y/N gave him a nod. “I just want the timing to be perfect, that’s all.” She watched as her husband nodded back, running her fingers through his short golden locks. “Maybe... maybe we could just try for them by not not trying for them.”

“What do mean?” The man questioned.

“Well, you’ve already stopped wearing condoms.” She quirked her head to the side. “I could just stop with the birth control. We’d have sex per normal and see what happens.”

A smirk took over Steve’s face. “I like that idea.” His hands wandered down to her ass and back up again, thoughts of their future filling his mind. “Can’t wait to see you pregnant, filled up with my child. Can’t wait until they’re born, running around our backyard and laughing.”

Y/N chuckled. “Can’t wait until they’re in high school, watching those stupid health and safety videos the school board asked you to be in.”

Steve gasped. “You promised to never bring those up again!”

“Ha, ha, ha!” The girl squirmed out of his hold, getting off the bed completely. She stood on the wood floors with her hands mockingly on her hips. “‘Hi, I’m Captain America.’” She imitated, trying to hold back her laughter. “‘Today I’m here to teach you how to be…’ a massive dork!”

The man sat up on the bed, pointing a stern finger at her. “Oh, you’re in for it.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not if you can’t catch me!” She immediately took off through the hallway of their hotel room, naked body free to the morning air. Her giggles could probably be heard throughout all of Greece.

Steve got up and began to playfully chase after her, shaking his head at her antics. “Oh, snuggle bug, you get back here!”

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Accidents

Bucky Barnes x reader Summary: It's a calm night at the compound, but suddenly the peace and quiet is disturbed by your scream. Thinking you are in danger Bucky runs into your room. After that night you’re escaping him. Sam is determined to resolve this ridiculous situation between you and Bucky. Will he make things worse or will it actually help? Warnings: Nudity, fluff, it’s just a silly fic Words: 2,022

It was a calm night at the compound. Everyone was doing their own things. Some were in the living room, watching movies and catching up on the series, others were in the gym or their own rooms.

Bucky was on his way to his room when he suddenly heard a blood-curdling scream coming from your room. Not thinking much he ran into your room, convinced someone was in there and you were in danger. The room was empty, but then he saw a light coming from the bathroom and went there.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Bucky burst into the room, frantically looking around it. Ready to fight whoever was there. His gaze stopped at your naked body standing near the shower, understanding that maybe he made a big mistake and you weren't in actual danger.

“Bucky?” Your head spun around so fast you got dizzy.

“Y/n?” He looked down your body, slightly tilting his head, confused by the whole situation. His mind going completely blank.

“Bucky!” You tried to cover your body as much as you could. “Get out!” You screamed, quickly wrapping yourself in a towel.

“Sorry,” He closed his eyes with his palm turning around, bumping into the door frame before scrambling out. “I'm so sorry. I heard a scream and thought you were in danger.” He tried to explain from your room. “It sounded like someone was about to murder you.”

“Well, I'm not in any danger. There's a big spider in my shower. I hate spiders.” You walked out of the bathroom, bright red from embarrassment, tightly clutching your fluffy robe to your chest.

“Do you want me to take care of it...since I'm already here?” He asked still turned with his back to you.

“Yes, that would be really helpful.”

“Can I turn around?”

“I'm not naked...anymore.”

He slowly turned around to face you, light crimson tinting his own cheeks. “If that makes you feel better, I didn't see anything. Everything happened so fast my mind blacked out.” He tried to make the situation less awkward.

“It's alright, I'll somehow try to live it down.”

He took care of the spider taking it out of the shower and carried it outside. You fell down in your bed, feeling embarrassed you screamed in your pillow, considering never leaving your room ever again and not seeing anyone for the rest of your life.

Next two weeks were awkward, to say the least, you didn't know how to look Bucky in the eyes again or how to talk to him. Whenever you two were left alone in a room you made an excuse that you had to go somewhere or do something urgently, sprinting out as fast as you could.

“What's with you?” Sam asked, noticing Bucky being more quiet than usual. They had finished their daily run and were walking back to the compound.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, you can tell us. What's bothering you?” Sam didn't let go, urging him to talk.

“Ugh,” Bucky dragged his palms over his face in frustration. “That incident with Y/n and the spider in the shower.”

Sam started laughing remembering it. “That was gold.”

“Yeah, that one. It was two weeks ago and since then we haven't spoken like we usually do, it's awkward. I think she's escaping me.”

“Dude, of course, she's escaping you. She's embarrassed. You saw her naked and didn't do anything.”

“Like what? What was I supposed to do? ”

“I don't know, tell her about your feelings. Confess your undying love.”

“Are you on something right now? That would be the most inappropriate time to do that.” Bucky frowned.

“I know, but wouldn't it be funny though?” Sam laughed, earning a punch from Bucky. “Ouch.”

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Steve asked.

“I tried. Whenever I start a conversation with her, she says she has to go somewhere. Like for instance, yesterday she said she has to go walk the dog. She doesn't even have a dog. I don't know what to do.”

“Maybe she's just busy.”

“Don't be so gullible Stevo. She probably doesn't know how to act around you now. She's confused. You two need to talk it out. We all know you saw everything. You walked out of that room all red and baffled and when we asked what happened you just held up your hands and said 'spider' and walked away.” He stopped in his tracks gripping Bucky's shoulder like he received some kind of revelation. “I know what you have to do to get everything back on track.”

“What?” Bucky and Steve asked looking at him skeptically.

“You need her to see you naked. You'll be even, therefore no more awkwardness.”

Bucky just blankly stared at him. “That's the worst advice I have ever heard in my entire life. And that says something.”

“Yeah, I don't think that would work. That could even worsen the situation as it is.” Steve added.

“Guys, listen it will work...”

“No Sam, swinging my dick in front of Y/n won't help in any way.” Bucky angrily shut him down. Disappointed that his friends won't take him seriously, he went to his room to wind down.

“Did you really had to do that?”

“What? I'm trying to help here.” Sam defended himself. He waited till Bucky was in his room and went to find you.

“Hey, Y/n, can you help Bucky with something?” Sam asked you entering your room.

“With what?”

“I don't know, some stuff. He wasn't very straight forward, but he asked specifically for you.”

“I don't know...” You hesitated.

“It sounded serious.”

“Okay, where is he?”

“In his room, but hurry up.”

You took a deep breath, “It's time to deal with it. You can't escape him forever. He's your best friend for crying out loud.” You whispered to yourself on the way to his room.

“Welp, time for me to go,” Sam said when he saw you going to Bucky's room.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked.

“Out, in case my plan backfires and they both want to kill me.” Sam said already almost out of the door.

“What did you do this time?” Steve shook his head like a disappointed parent.

Sam just wiggled his eyebrows in response with a wicked grin on his lips.

“Oh no, you didn't.”

“Oh yes, I did. Let me know how it goes.”

You softly knocked on Bucky's door and slowly opened them walking in the room. It seemed like he wasn't there, but you heard running water in the bathroom, probably shower. So you decided to wait while he finishes. Anyway, you should deal with this situation, it was getting ridiculous. It's not like he hasn't seen anything before. Right?

You picked up the book you found on his table. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you started reading it. The shower stopped and after a few minutes, Bucky walked out in all his naked glory, head tilted downwards drying his hair with a towel. You glanced up from the book, ready to ask what was so urgent that he called after you when he was in the shower, but found yourself not being able to utter a single word.

Was he walking in slow motion? He looked like he just stepped out of a shower gel commercial. “Oh. My. God.” You murmured under your breath not being able to take your eyes off him. The book fell from your hands and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Bucky stiffened from the sound, looking up shocked. When he saw you sitting on his bed wide-eyed. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, but it was too late, you saw everything. And what a view that was.

“Y/n, what-what are you doing here!?”

“I-I Sam told me that you told him you needed help with something...forget it, I'll better leave. Sorry.” You headed to the door, grasping the handle barely opening the door.

“No, no. no, wait a second.” He slammed the door shut, standing in front of it. Small water droplets run down his skin, making you lick your lips. That didn't go unnoticed by him. “Please don't leave. I want to change this whole situation between us. We haven't talked like we used to. I know you're escaping me and it's killing me. Can we please talk it out?” You finally force yourself to look him in the eyes. There was fear in his eyes that you would storm off, but there was something else you couldn't quite figure out.

“Okay, but can you please put on some pants. It's really distracting.” You stepped away from him.

“Sure thing.” He smirked walking past you, throwing the towel somewhere on the floor and grabbed his worn sweatpants pulling them on. “Better?”

“Mhm.” It wasn't better, not at all. You looked everywhere but him.

“Listen, I know we saw each other naked...”

“I thought you didn't see anything.” You interrupted.

“I may have lied about that a little.” He shrugged. “Can we forget about it, pretend that never happened? These past days without you...It made me realize I need you in my life. I need you, but you're avoiding me, it's killing me Doll.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I'm in love with you and I can't hide it anymore.”

You just stared at him processing everything he said.

“Please say something. Anything at all.” He stepped closer, desperate for some kind of answer. Anything would be better than silence. He was ready you would say you didn't feel the same way about him or just walk away.

Instead, you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips with his. His eyes went wide from surprise before they fell shut and he kissed you back. His hands roamed up and down your sides.

“Or you could do that.” He smiled, tracing circles on your hips with his thumbs. Your skin felt like on fire under his touch.

“I love you too.”

“Then why were you escaping me?”

“I don't know. I felt awkward... self-conscious.”

“Let me tell you something, that I will tell you every day if you let me. You are beautiful.” He closed the distance between the two of you with a loving kiss, wrapping you in his arms. Your hands went on their own quest, exploring his body. When your hands slid over his pecs he flexed them, making you laugh, retracting your hands.

“What?” He chuckled at your reaction.

“I like your pecs.” You smiled, placing your hands back.

“Yeah, you do?” He murmured against your lips.

You hummed in agreement, returning to kissing, wrapping your hands around his neck tugging his still slightly damp hair. You parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He growled kissing down your jaw and neck, leaving open mouth kisses on his way. He found the one spot that made you moan, making sure to remember it for the future.

“Bed.” You blurted out, your eyes falling shut when his teeth grazed over your skin.

“Are you sure?” He pulled back to look at you. Your pink-red lips and rosy cheeks.

“Yes, Bucky I want you.” You almost moaned.

That was all he needed to hear. He effortlessly lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. Carrying you to bed, he dropped you onto it. You bounced on the mattress before he settled between your legs and found your lips again.

Meanwhile, Steve walked by Bucky's room on the way to his own room. Hearing borderline pornographic sounds coming from behind the door, he backed away texting Sam.

It sounds like your plan worked.

“Hell yeah, I knew it!” Sam excitedly shouted from the living room. “And they didn't believe me.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you left.” Steve questioned.

“Forgot my phone, but looks like I can stay.” He stretched out on the couch, placing hands under his head with a satisfied smirk on his lips. After this day you and Bucky wouldn't hear the end of it, how Sam brought you two together.

[agent-shield-blog]

I’m Fine

You are put on a mission with Bucky, and while trying to work, your powers and emotions get in the way.

Featuring: Reader X Bucky X Steve Warnings: Swearing, combat

I had never really considered myself someone who was always happy. Sure life wasn't terrible, but I wasn't delighted with everything in life. Even being a superhero, I wondered if there was more out there for me. If there was more, I could do to save the world. But I took each day at a time, accepting the world I lived in, figuring at this moment, I couldn't change much of the world, besides saving its ass.

I was in training with Steve, working with some new equipment that Bruce had made for me. As I swung back my arm, a purple light followed. I brought my hand forward striking contact with the punching bag. Within a second, the bag was off its chains and sliding across the floor. Steve and I looked down at the gear, and I smiled.

"Huh, who would have thunk I could channel my energy like that." Steve half smiled as I continued to examine the gear.

A buzz in my left pocket, caused me to let out a sigh. I disarmed the weapon and sat it down at my feet as I checked my phone.

"Well, Stevo looks like training is getting cut short today. I'll see you tomorrow though, and maybe we can see what those gloves can really do."

"Okay, just be careful out there. Remember to look out for yourself, and don't be too careless." I rolled my eyes at the comment. One time. It was one time I almost accidentally blew up a building with myself in it. Putting me in a little more of a negative mood I grabbed my stuff before turning to Steve.

"Mkay capsicle will do." I walked out of the gym and made my way to my locker room. I was quick to suit up and join my teammate out at the jet. Not really paying attention to my colleague on the mission in the alert message, I pulled up the file and just as I read the name I looked up and saw one Bucky Barnes reporting for duty. I sighed to myself as I continued towards him.

It wasn't that I didn't like Bucky, he was one of the people I was closest with on the team. But that was the problem. He could read me too well. Even after everything that happened to him, he could still let emotions get in the way. And I had trained every single possible nerve in my body to not make feelings happen.

Bucky leaned up against the entrance to the jet with a smirk on his face.

"What doll, you're not happy to see me?" As I walked in, Bucky was quick to shift from his spot and follow me on. I made my way up to the co-pilots chair, as I knew Bucky would want to be the primary pilot on this.

"It's whatever Barnes just get us there in one piece please."

As I finished off reading the last of the new intel we would receive before landing, I sat back in the chair and took a moment to breathe. Lost in the trance of my own rhythm, it took Bucky a few shouts to get my attention.

"(y/l/n) you in there." I opened my eyes and turned to Bucky. A frown crossed his face as my eyes met his.

"What Barnes?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." Bucky sighed as he stood up first from his seat. We grabbed our gear and were quickly on our way out the door and into enemy territory.

Getting in was never the problem. It was always getting what we needed and leaving safely that was an issue. Even though Bucky wasn't my favorite on missions, he was good at what he did. With separate tasks in hand, Bucky and I split up. I would retrieve some stolen Shield tech while Bucky took care of something that only he could know about.

I walked the halls no problem. Every guard who was lucky enough to stumble across my path was met with a cloud of purple smoke and were left knocked out. I smiled happily as I went through one corridor to the next until I finally reached the lab. I sild the door open and much to my surprise, the area was empty. I drew my gun out of the holster and pointed it up and out as I entered, ready for anyone who wanted to play games with the wrong person.

I searched a few open drawers and desks until I finally found the weapon. I was fast to disable the weapon, before taking out the ammunition. I slid the ammo into my pockets and the weapon into my side sling. As I turned to walk out, a watched as a metal bar came flying toward my face. I lifted my hand up to defend my face, and soon the pipe met contact with my hand causing a scream to escape my mouth.

"Shit!" I screamed in agony as the guard was ready to advance. Most times I was able to control my powers, but when provoked, it always felt like they had more power over me. Static came over my comm as Bucky had probably been alerted by Friday of my distress.

"(Y/n) what's going on do you need backup?"

"I'm fine." I turned off my comm set and went back to the matter at hand. I brought up both my hands and placed them in front of me. Within seconds a purple cloud had begun to envelop the guard who had attacked me. I looked at my injured hand and noticed the swelling and bruising that was starting to form. This caused the cloud to thicken and it began to suffocate the man before me. I watched as his eyes begged for help, but it was too late now.

With my powers overflowing within me, my head clouded. Ready to finish him off I watched as the guard's eyes darted to someone behind me. Without looking, I brought one of my hands back to my side. Just as I was ready to throw out an attack on the other intruder I turned and saw Bucky. The look fo fear and disappoint on his face was enough to bring me out of my anger. I lowered my other hand and the cloud evaporated. The guard passed out, and I hung my head in shame. Bucky stayed still in his spot before speaking.

"Did you get the weapon?" I nodded my head in response. Bucky walked over and was quick to guide me out of the building, knowing that the mission was complete.

We were swift to take off, and Bucky put the autopilot on as soon as he could to give my hand some attention. Not saying anything Bucky went to the back of the jet and brought up some first aid supplies. He sat down the things in front of me and motioned for me to bring out my hand. Although he was meticulous, I still let out a hiss when his hand took mine.

“Hurts?”

“I’m fine.”

“That's not what I’m asking. I know you’re ‘fine,’ you’re always fine. I need to know if it hurts.”

"Yes."

"Where?" I shrugged my shoulders as a surprise wave of emotions began to hit my body. I sniffled as I tried my best to keep everything bottled up. I was obviously doing a terrible job as Bucky looked at me with concern.

"(Y/n) you have to tell me where it hurts so I can help." I looked up from the floor, knowing my eyes were probably stained rained from the tears collecting in them. I choked out the words as a thick lump formed in my throat.

"Everywhere." I began to break down right in front of Bucky, not caring that he or for a matter of fact, no one from the team had ever really seen me cry. Bucky was quick to spring into action. He stood from his spot and was swift in giving me a hug. The pressure brought relief to my body, but some sobs still escaped.

"I almost killed you. If I threw that cloud out at you, I would have killed you. Not to mention I almost killed that guard. That's not what I'm about. I only kill when absolutely necessary. Not when stupid things happen. My powers are getting the best of me, and I don't know what to do." Bucky gently stroked my back as I let the last of my tears fall.

"It's okay (y/n), I know you didn't mean to. You're still in training, and working on controlling them. Hiccups are expected along the way. That's why we train and practice. That's why Bruce and Tony are working on gear for you. Plus I think you give yourself too much credit. I'm a super soldier. I don't think your purple fluff is quiet enough to kill me." I let out a chuckle as I began to lean away from the hug. I wiped away my tears with my good hand, before looking Bucky in the eyes and giving him a smile.

"Thanks, Bucky. Sometimes it just gets so stressful. I forget that its okay to have emotions once in a while."

"No problem doll, I'm always here for you."

"Does that mean you're always gonna be there to train with me through this crap?"

"Sure. But when you need a test dummy let's go with Wilson alright? No sense in knocking out one of your best buds during training." I laughed again, now feeling much better. Even if Bucky could read me like an open book, maybe it was for the best.