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ddejavvu · 1 year

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ok so i just went thru the entirety of ur eddie munson masterlist and i have NO idea if youre taking requests rn or not BUT i had the funniest idea when reading the "showering with eddie" blurb. the first line is literally about how he sounds like he's in a porno even tho ur only washing his hair. i cant get the image of steve n robin in the living room hearing that and being so grossed out. n then when r and eddie come out theyre all like "gross guys" but theyre both just confused n akshal

sorry this is wayy too long n idk where i was going with this but n knee ways. hope you have/had a good day!!

Eddie's hair is thick, and it takes hours to dry. You're going over it with a blowdrier now, but moisture still clings to his curls, laying them heavy across his back and shoulders.

"Ow!" He groans as one of the brush spokes yanks at a knot in the strands, "Easy, babe. You won't get to pull my hair if there's none left."

"You would look awful bald," You pinch at his earlobe in retaliation to his jibe, "You need that hair to hide your neck tat."

"You said you liked the neck tat," Eddie grumbles, arms crossed over his chest as you resume an age old argument: Neck Tat - Good, or Bad?

"I'm teasing," You croon, smoothing his wispy hairs up and over his forehead, back into the mass of hair on his scalp. You kiss the newly clear skin there, no strands to tickle your lips.

"Yeah right. You probably complained to Steve and Robin about it." Eddie decides, pitching up his voice, "Oh, Robin, my boyfriend's neck tattoo is so ugly, that's why I've got my lips all over it all day!"

"Stop!" You squeal, clamping your hands over his mouth. You're expecting him to lick your palm, so when he does, you don't move it.

"Don't embarrass me in front of our friends," You beg, and you don't let him up until he nods.

He stands, and you're tense for a moment. Then he races for the door, "Steve! Robin!", and you regret ever letting him go.

"Hey!" You chase after him, launching yourself onto his back and covering his mouth again, "You traitor!"

"Don't!" Robin gasps, shielding her face in her hands while Steve uses her shoulder, "Whatever you're gonna say, don't."

"Jesus," Eddie pries your hands away from his mouth, hoisting you higher on his back, "You're sitting your asses on my couch in my trailer and you're gonna forbid us from speaking? Has anyone ever told you you're a shitty friend, Buckley?"

"Uh," Steve scoffs, interjecting with wide, terrified eyes, "Has anyone ever told you you're shitty friends for having shower sex while we sit on your couch?"

You're lucky your ankles don't give when Eddie drops you off of his back. He's standing limp, brow furrowed, "What?"

"You two were- ugh," Robin shudders, "We could hear you! Jesus, and I thought porn was exaggerating."

"We didn't have sex!" You insist, the blush on your cheeks invading your voice, "I was just washing Eddie's hair."

"He was moaning," Steve's nose wrinkles, "What are you Munson, a dog? You make noise when someone pets you?"

"I bet he kicked his leg a bunch," Robin juts hers out and kicks back against the couch, a steady, thumping rhythm, "Who's a good boy?"

"I am," Eddie runs with the teasing, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff and a puff. He keeps his head high, staring loftily down his nose at Steve and Robin, "For your information, we were discussing how well I'm doing in school."

"Maybe she'll give you a treat," Steve doesn't consider the implications of his words until Eddie's grinning deviously, reaching for your ass, "Wait, no!"

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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can i add to tummy lover abby and say she goes insane for the bulge of her strap poking through your lower tummy ?!

ur right!!! I will say rn if ur a bigger girl, she needs either a bigger strap or to go harder so the tummy bulge really really shows. luckily, she fucking delivers n does both.

she has u on her back, on leg hiked up on her shoulder so she can kiss ur ankle n calf, the other splayed out on the bed n shaking bc holy fuck she's so deep. ur tits are jiggling n so is ur tummy n abby is fucking lightheaded bc she loves u so much ur so hot n she gets to see u like this???? a fuckin dream man

n then. the lil lightbulb goes off. she grabs ur other leg n hikes it up on her shoulder, basically folding u in half n pushing in so fucking deep that the tears just Start. ur crying n whining n squealing with each thrust, n abby is just fucking mesmerized bc right there. ur lower tummy. she can see herself. she can fucking see the tummy bulge n it drives her insane, so she goes even harder, taking one of her hands n pressing against it, pushing it into that gushy lil spot inside u, moaning as u squeal even louder n kick ur legs, cumming around her strap n leaving the prettiest, stickiest, white ring around her strap but she's not fuckign stopping. not when she has you like this.

ur definitely not walking straight, if at all, for the next 48 hours, hope u like bed rest baby. im literally gonna go scream into my pillow.

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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guy-busleeness · 6 months

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Tack tkl headcanons becuz I have nothing better to do

Lee

- He’s a very flustered and giggly lee

-He almost ALWAYS hides his face in his hands or under his hat

-He squeals. No questions asked.

-If he laughs too much, he snorts a bit (my irl friend gave me that idea)

-Oh, he’s so ticklish it’s not even funny

-literally a WALKING tickle spot

-He doesn’t try much to fight back since he doesn’t really believe in revenge in others

-But he will not hesitate to tickle you to pieces if needed

-He’ll fall for those tease tricks SO easily

Example: “AHAHAHA- D-DOHOHOHON’T!” “Don’t what?” “TIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!!” “Tickle you? If you say so, dear!” “WAIT NOHOHOHOHO-!”

-He’ll try curling up in a ball to protect himself

-Raspberries are his mortal enemy

-Like bro- blow one on his neck or stomach and he’s spiritually high-fiving God

-He’ll kick his legs a bit if he’s not pinned

-VERY ticklish on his palms

-Absolutely despises anticipation IT GETS HIM SO FLUSTERED LIKE AAAAAA

-Has a pretty ticklish neck like- if you shove your fingers in the crook of it he’ll scrunch up and try pushing at your hands

Ler

-He’s literally the gentlest ler you’d ever meet

-He’s the type of ler that’ll use cheer up tickles just to see you smile

-He’ll say he wants a hug, but you’ve been played like a fiddle

-The ler that’s prone to giving little kisses on your neck or jawline if it gets you to squeak

-If the lee he’s tickling snorts, squeals, or makes any noise while laughing that he finds remotely adorable, he’s teasing you like a mother fucker about it

-If you have ticklish sides, expect to get poked on them like a piano

-He tries teasing, but just ends up flustering himself

-He uses his height to his full advantage

-Rarely ever a ler tbh

-He uses teases like along the lines of; “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish, you liar!” “Did I hit a sweet spot or are you naturally that giggly?” “Your laugh is adorable! I don’t see why you’re trying to cover it”

-Just flustered myself there a little😅

-He’s SO hypocritical when it comes to raspberries, he hates when you do it to him but then he’ll do it to you just to be an ass

-He gives very soft aftercare

-He’s a fuckin angel I can’t rn😭

#the thief and the cobbler tickles #the thief and the cobbler #tickle headcanons #lee!Tack #ler!Tack #Tack headcanons #Tack the cobbler #the thief and the cobbler tickle headcanons #I’m literally in love with this lanky dude

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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Hosting (formerly Untitled Harry Blurb)

Hellloooo!!! First off, I’ve missed you all so much! I’m working on some more fics rn as we speak, but here is an untitled Harry Blurb that I wrote last week? Idk but it’s fluffy and cute so Enjoy!

Warnings: NONE!

Word Count: <1000 (less than 1000 for those of you who are bad at math like me lol)

"Come here bubs." You said calmly as you carefully lifted your son out of his high chair covered in Spaghetti sauce. He had turned over his dinner from being fussy and kicking around. You quickly took him to his nursery and undressed Henry from his messy onesie. You grabbed an emerald green onesie with a picture of a dinosaur on it and dressed the toddler. You loved him in that color, it really brought out how green his eyes were. You held him in your arms and shushed him gently as you stroked his light brown hair. Every day it seemed to amaze you how much he looked like his father.

You noticed the time, a reminder hitting you that it was time to turn on the TV. You took Henry into the master bedroom where you and your husband slept and set him down so he was sitting between your legs on the bed. You both were facing the large TV on the wall as you grabbed the remote, turned it on, and put in the channel number for CBS. Henry looked around your room. He hardly ever was in here, usually he was in his nursery room, the living room or the kitchen. He looked around and noticed your husbands side of the bed, noticing the objects on his nightside table next to the bed. Almost immediately, the boy started to get fussy again as tears welled up in his eyes. Henry started crying and kicking his feet against the bed in a similar fashion to the way he had when he was in his highchair. "Awww bubs... Shhh its okay. What's wrong sweetie?" You asked before crossing your legs and setting the toddler in your lap, doing your best to calm him. Your eyes shifted towards the TV as you heard the program start. "All the way from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, Give it up for a Mister Harry Styles!" You looked up to see a purple curtain pull back to reveal Harry wearing a dark emerald velvet suit, almost black.

"Lookie bubs! Look! Who's that?" You said pointing to the TV, the toddler turning his attention to the TV that displayed a smiling Harry Styles in front of a studio audience clapping and cheering. Henry looked up at the TV, his tears had stopped and his glazed emerald green eyes staring up at the TV in amazement. The moment Harry looked into the camera and smiled, blowing a quick kiss towards it, Henry's face immediately lit up. He smiled widely as he giggled, his arms moving up and down out of excitement. "Dada!" the toddler exclaimed. You couldn't help but giggle a bit yourself. Henry was so adorable and you loved him more than anything. "Yeah! It's Daddy! Can you wave and say hi to Daddy?" You smiled as you waved to the image of your husband on the screen, your son soon copying your movements. He then turned back to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. He looked so much like Harry, it was nearly too much for you sometimes.

Henry squealed and bounced up and down on the bed with excitement any time Harry would do something cute, or told a joke to get the audience to laugh. You absolutely adored how Henry idolized Harry, and vice versa. Even before Henry was born, Harry was absolutely ecstatic when he found out you were pregnant. He immediately picked you up in a hug and spun you around until you started to get dizzy before he called his sister, mum, and gran in a merged call as he went upstairs and shouted "M' GOING TO BE A DAD!" You couldn't help but laugh at how cute Harry was. It was one of the things you loved about him, how it seemed like you were married to a literal child, but it was amazing.

Your attention went back to the TV as Harry said "We have a great show for you tonight but first I wanted to give a quick message to my wife and son who are watching at home tonight. Y/n, baby I love you and I'm so proud of you. Thank you for making me a dad, I am eternally grateful." The audience clapped and cheered for a moment before Harry continued. "To my son, Henry, I love you so much bubs. You are the center of my universe and I would do anything to keep you smiling and happy always. Love you lots bud, I'll see you both very soon." Your eyes welled up with tears of happiness as you placed a kiss on your sons head and blew a kiss to the TV. You glanced back and fourth between the TV and Henry, just absolutely beaming at the two loves of your life. You were incredibly proud of Harry for all he has accomplished and how hard he's worked, and of Henry for only being 10 months old and being so interested in everything Harry does. You could tell that Henry would turn into an amazing kid with all of the best qualities of his dad.

Let me know if you guys want more Harry Styles Blurbs! This was really cute to write and I want to do more cute blurbs like this! Maybe I can do some with Austin? Lmk what you guys think!

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry x reader #harry’s house #harry styles fluff #dad!harry #harry x y/n #love on tour #harry styles blurb #blurb series #frat boy harry #long hair harry #louis and harry #harry styles smut

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ticklishfiend · 2 years

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hhh. ok so i’m talking to this guy. we’re dating we just don’t have labels to it yet. anyways um. he knows abt the tickling thing. and jesus CHRIST does he love to exploit it.

he just left my house and hhfhsjfjsk i’m still buzzing thinking abt it. he was being so gentle and it was SO BAD like i was giggling so hard i couldn’t even look at him and he kept making fun of me for being so flusteredfhjs i was speechless, literally. he found these nasty awful horrendous spots under my arm/where my boob meets my collarbone holy SHITT it tickles so bad i was squealing into my pillow, and this spot where my butt meets my thigh makes me scream and kick it’s terrible, also under my knees and thighs always has an always will be killer but FUCK this guy is a Literal Wrestler like that’s his sport so he got me in this fucking locked position where i couldn’t move my arm OR my leg and just went ham behind my knee and thigh i thought i was gonna giggle my head off it was miserably wonderful, also who knew my belly was so fucking bad??? like light scribbles and squeezes and pokes do me IN man like i was just gripping that man’s wrist and belly laughing cause it was like all i could Do. he kept laughing at me and calling me cute i thought i was going to actually combust. oh my god jsut remembered the other day in his car he made me hold my hands up and grip the head of the seat and keep my eyes fucking CLOSED bc he said he didn’t want me to know where he was gonna tickle next so the “anticipation could make it worse” 😭 FUCK GOD it was so bad cause the anticipation DID make it worse i was squirming so much and he was barely touching meehfksjf besides throwing occasional squeezes and pokes he was just fucking. scribbling and grazing me and i was squeaking and squirming like my life depending on it, but damn it i kept my arms up (for the most part..armpits are death) cause i’m a committed bitch!! but uh yeah i have many more tickle stories and many more are to come i’m sure bc i don’t plan on leaving him anytime soon and this boys wrapped around my finger rn LOL

so yea if u wanna here more lmk <3 sorry i’ve been insanely inactive, it’s funny i actually have lots of unfinished wips i just don’t know what to do with them. very well might just dump post a bunch of my wips cause they still contain tickling, just not a finished plot lol

#tickle community #tickling #tickle story

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ahoyhairington · 5 years

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Steve Harrington as a dad: Headcanons

Warnings: dad!Steve, pregnancy, mentions of smut, childbirth, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m back with more dad!Steve content! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a comment or some feedback to let me know if you liked it! Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated.

As soon as you and Steve had enough money, you left Hawkins

You didn’t see anything there for you anymore and you wanted to escape the haunting memories of the events that took place there

You both moved somewhere more populated, like Indianapolis

You settle on a small, white house in a suburban neighborhood that has baby blue shutters and a decently sized backyard

It’s not much but it was perfect for the two of you

Plus, being as young as you were there weren’t many places willing to let you move in

You also didn’t want to ask Steve’s parents for money, because Steve refused to be tied to them in any way

You do everything yourself like moving furniture, painting walls, decorating the living room

It’s a bonding experience in and of itself and you both almost killed each other at least seven times because of how overworked and annoyed you both got

As soon as you get comfortable you immediately adopt a dog

It’s a puppy from a local shelter with two different colored eyes and it immediately falls in love with Steve

(It’s also lowkey gives Steve baby fever but we’ll get to that later)

The puppy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and literally becomes Steve’s best friend

They’re always playing together and if Steve is gone for too long they mope around the house like he’s abandoned them

They also love to sleep on Steve, even after they’ve quadrupled in size and are far too heavy to be laying on anyone’s lap

You always come home to both of them napping on the couch

Steve jokes around that one day the dog will crush him but he secretly loves it

Okay anyways back to baby fever

One day, you’re both outside enjoying your evening walk in the neighborhood with your then puppy when they see your neighbor’s kids playing in the yard

They freak out and take off running and the leash accidentally slips out of Steve’s grip

When Steve gets to them, they’ve tackled the poor toddler to the ground

Steve’s like “Oh shit oh my god I’m fucked my dog is attacking a kid” but really the toddler is laughing and squealing and she loves your pup’s kisses so much

Obviously, you both apologize to their mom that was outside watching them from the porch

She plays it off and isn’t mad at all and says that they saw you guys walking the other day and her kid freaked out and wanted to play with them but she told them no so she’s glad they finally got to “meet”

When you approach her, you realize she’s holding another small baby, a baby boy, clearly only a few months old

Steve internally is losing his shit because he’s never really been around babies but has always thought they were the most precious things ever

After that, Steve uses your dog as bait to see your neighbor’s kids more

Eventually, you become close with them and Steve is always chatting it up with the toddler girl and bringing her home treats

He plays dress up with her all of the time and they call each other “Prince” and “Princess”

You jabbed at him once saying he’d gotten too soft and he successfully played it off but internally that’s when he realized he wanted a baby of his own

One that looked like the perfect combination of you and him

Steve always thought kids were for people that settled, but now his mind had changed

The kids’ mom loves you both and thinks of you as her own children, so she learned to trusts you very deeply

Which means you’re the one she goes to one day when she has to abruptly leave the house for the day

At first, you regret saying yes because you thought your days as a “babysitter” were over

But seeing Steve come through the door with a 4-year-old girl that adored him leeched onto his leg and a 7-month-old swaddled in his arms Does Things To You

Since the girl is better acquainted with Steve, you let him take her while you stayed on infant duty

You heard them in your spare bedroom

Steve using different voices to impersonate different characters of the game they’re playing

He got more dramatic each time he realized she laughed louder when he did

It made your heart swooooon

But so did Steve’s when he finally got the girl to lay down for a nap and he came to sit with you in the living room only to find you passed out as well with the snoozing baby boy on your chest

You looked so peaceful and natural and Steve couldn’t help but take note at how that’s what you would look like holding his baby one day

The second their mom picks them up, Steve is already scheming up a plan to babysit them again

Okay now onto the actual pregnancy lmao

You’d been feeling sick for a few days now

It’s a nauseous feeling that never really goes away but you just thought you caught the virus that was going around at your work

It wasn’t until Steve made a poor “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” joke one morning when you were throwing up into the toilet that it even crossed your mind

When you were finally able to get into the doctor’s office, they confirmed it for you

You were pregnant and you didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or terrified

You loved kids and, clearly, so did Steve but how would he feel about raising one of his own?

That night you came home and threw your stuff down, clearly exhausted from hearing such life-changing news

Steve heats you banging stuff around so he goes to see what’s wrong

When you see him you start crying and collapse into his arms and he’s just standing in the kitchen holding you up by your shoulders

He finally coaxes it out of you and gets you to tell him what was bothering you but you being pregnant was the last thing he expected to hear

In theory, he’s overjoyed but in reality, he’s scared

Not only because you’re clearly upset about having a baby and he thinks you don’t want it as much as him but also because he never thought this would be a situation he’d be in

He holds you close for the rest of the night, kissing your forehead and reassuring you that everything will work out and that having a baby isn’t necessarily such a bad thing

You eventually warm up to the idea of having a mini-Steve or a mini-you running around the house and Steve is so relieved and then only gets more enthusiastic about it

He’s literally the perfect partner to have when you’re pregnant

He’s always pampering you and making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

When he joins you on the couch, he doesn’t even ask he’ll just grab your feet and swing them into his lap and start massaging them and talk to you like it’s nothing

Watches whatever shitty movie you want without putting up a fight

Doesn’t say anything when you get emotional at dumb stuff because of your hormones

(You cried when the dog died in a movie and even though Steve wanted to laugh at you, he just laid there massaging your back until you calmed down)

I also think Steve would grow a lil tummy of his own during your pregnancy

Your cravings are weird and you eat a lot so naturally, Steve joins in which means he gets a little softer in the middle

Steve hates it but it’s really cute and fun to lay on at night

Speaking of bellies, Steve is obsessed with yours

When you start showing, it’s impossible for Steve to keep his hands off of you

He’s always got to have a hand on your stomach

Whether it’s you laying in between his legs on the couch with his arms around your bump or just having his thumb brush over it under the table when you’re at dinner with friends

It’s just a little reminder for himself that his lil bub is in there

(I also think he looooves fucking you when you’re pregnant but I don’t have time to talk about that rn)

He could sit and feel the baby kick for HOURS

He thinks it’s the most entertaining thing in the world to draw shapes on your belly and wait for the baby to react by kicking

You have to tell him to knock it off constantly because it makes the baby push on your bladder and then you have to pee three times more than you already do

He likes to use pillow-talk at night to talk about what you think your baby will be like

He’s always wondering what kind of kid they will be and what kind of music they’re gonna like and whether or not they’ll inherit his untamable hair

(They definitely do c’mon now let’s not kid ourselves)

I think he gets really anxious for a while over if he’ll be able to handle being a dad

His own father wasn’t the best example and he swears up and down that he won’t be like him but there’s always the “what if” in the back of his mind

The last thing he wants is for his child to despise their parents the way he does his own

I don’t think he’d bring it up until you coax it out of him, though

You find him out of bed one night standing in the nursery you had both just put together that afternoon and he’s just staring at the crib with a solemn look on his face

You rub his back and finally get him to talk and he just starts crying because he’s kept it bottled up for so long

Steve’s parents were always a touchy subject with him so you know that his emotions and fear are high for a reason

You bring him back to bed and big spoon him for the only time throughout your entire pregnancy

You don’t really mold well together because of your bump but Steve likes it better that way anyway

The rest of the night is spent with you running your fingers through his hair, pressing small kisses to his bare shoulders, and quietly reassuring him that everything will be fine

And it is

Ok let’s move on to when the baby is actually born

Steve goes into panic panic mode when your water breaks

He’s running around in all directions trying to make sure you guys remembered to pack everything and he kinda just forgets that you’re sitting there on the couch covered in amniotic fluid waiting for him to help you get up

You’re like “Steve the baby isn’t coming for like at least 12 hours will you please just help me put my shoes on it’s not that serious”

He holds your hand the entire time at the hospital when you’re pushing even though he thinks you might have broken his pinky

He tries to convince you to let him look at the baby as it’s coming out and you finally agree but when he takes one look at your baby’s head poking through he’s like “yeah no that was definitely a bad idea”

When he actually sees the baby for the first time as he cuts the umbilical cord he criiiiies

Like a whole lot

He loved them so much when they were in your belly but now they’re alive and kicking and screaming and not just something for Steve to fantasize about

I see Steve as being a girl dad, so let’s say it ends up being a girl

For some reason, I feel like he’d want to name her something kinda weird but still cute

Something like Violet or Brogan or Aria or Phoebe or Rey

She’d look just like Steve with crazy brown hair and brown eyes

He’s obsessed with her and refuses to put her down

He has absolutely no problem taking baby duty on at night because that just means more quality time with his baby girl

Every time she cries it breaks his heart even though he knows she’s just hungry or needs a diaper change

He learns that he sleeps better with her laying on his chest

And so does she

She loves her daddy and it’s the cutest! thing! ever!

(Just the sight of Steve napping with her squishy cheeks scrunched up on his chest is enough to make you want to have another baby real mf quick)

Steve is always taking pictures of her

Which means you’re always in them too

They’re always candids that you think are going to look stupid and you hate when he does it but later on down the line when your kids are all grown up they love seeing how badass and attractive their parents were and you forgive him for all of the times you yelled at him about it

There’re ones of you passed out while breastfeeding (a common occurrence Steve finds absolutely adorable), ones of you looking sleep-deprived as hell while you’re rocking her, ones of you covered in vomit while holding her at arm's length

You get him back by taking like 1,000 pics of her yanking on his precious hair and random ones of the two of them passed out on the couch sleeping in the same exact position as each other with their arm up over their head

(When she’s older and her friends see the pics they develop the fattest crush on him)

((But bold of me to assume he wouldn’t already be the biggest dilf))

The kids are sooo excited to meet her and she ends up loving them as well

The first person Steve called when the baby was born was Dustin and after that, they immediately made plans to have Robin drive them to come visit you as soon as possible

They’re absolutely smitten over her and they keep telling you guys over and over how proud they are of you

(It makes Steve cry but only later that night after they leave)

You joke with them about how you babysat them and kept them out of trouble for so long so now it’s their turn to do the babysitting

Which they never mind because your baby is just too damn cute!

Robin still teases him about, “What’s she gonna think when she finds out her dad is a big ol DOOFUS?!” but Steve doesn’t take it personally anymore and finds it endearing

I see Steve as being his baby’s best friend

He’s always trying to get her to smile and play with her and he’s the exact opposite of most dads that sit around and expect the moms to do all of the work

He’s super involved with her and always wants to make sure she’s having a good time

He takes her to the park with your dog to walk a lot

And every single person that passes by you three gushes over her and congratulates you on making such a beautiful baby and having a perfect family

It makes Steve feel so good to be validated for stuff like that because he knows it’s true

Speaking of the dog

The dog LOVES HER

They’re super protective of her and bark at anyone that gets too close to her until Steve calms them down

Your daughter loves to nap on the dog’s belly and have them give her kisses

You also have a lot of pictures of them growing older together

When she takes her first steps, it’s when Steve is home alone with her

He’s sitting on the couch watching tv while she plays in the floor with her toys like she always does

Steve wasn’t really paying attention until he realized he stopped hearing the rattle of her favorite shaker

When he looks down he sees her propped up on the coffee table and starting to take off from it

He realizes she’s about to start walking and loses his shit

He cheers her on and calls for her to come to daddy and she manages to take three or four steps before falling into his arms

Steve immediately picks her up and throws her into the air and covers her in kisses and tells her how proud he is of her and he can’t wait for mama to get home so she can see what she did

Her first word is also ‘papa’ and it makes Steve cry too

She’s such a daddy’s girl and you’re so relieved because of how worried Steve was over whether or not he’d be a good dad

She’s always bubbly and happy and Steve always looks forward to coming home from work, because even if he has the shittiest day possible he knows seeing her smiling face light up as soon as he walks in the door makes the whole day worth it

He’s always getting sentimental over everything she does because he wants to give her the world and he’s so proud of the little human he helped create and raise

Before she’s even a year old Steve is already talking about having another

You laugh in his face like “yeah right” but then you realize he’s serious

You tell him that you want to wait until she’s at least 2 so you can give her the right amount of attention while she still needs it

Literally the night of her second birthday party after all of the guests leave and the decorations have been taken down and your daughter is in bed in a sugar coma, Steve does his best seductive walk to your bed to try to rile you up

“You said wait until she’s two,” he said while breathing down your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin, “She’s two now. So, are you ready to try again?”

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celestianstars · 4 years

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the plaid shirt that the man is wearing in those pics you just reblogged reminds me so much of outfits that Steve wore in Endgame. now my mind is just going places of daddy Steve and his little i- 🥵

OH MY GOD now that I think about it yes 🥺🥺

It’s legit the same as the post I reblogged I’m sofT

Like Steve and little!reader having a quiet day, just the two of them and it’s so exciting cause it’s the first time in awhile Steve doesn’t need to be anywhere or do anything, he can just play with you

The minute you find out he doesn’t have to leave you for hours you squeal and jump up and down and run into his arms so giddy and he twirls you around, “We can do all kinds of fun things today. You get to pick, little one.”

Daddy Steve carries you around like in that pic and you pick up your stuffie from the kitchen counter and he takes you to your room where you try and decide what you wanna do first. You could finish coloring one of the pages in the mandala coloring book he’d gotten you a week ago or have tea time with him and your stuffies or maybe even read one of your favorite stories.

“Can we read Alice in Wonderland for awhile, I wanna sit in your lap, daddy!”

“Of course we can, c’mere.”

You literally can’t stop smiling as you hand him the book, still earmarked in the last place you left off. You fell asleep sometime before Alice meets the Mad Hatter for the first time. Steve’s voice was always so soothing, you always fell asleep within minutes when he read to you at night. Try as hard as you might to fight it.

Steve kicks off his shoes and rolls up the sleeves of his green plaid shirt and the action makes you stop for a second. He was always so hot when he did that, it made you want to climb into his lap and get settled against his arms even more.

Steve then pats his thigh, a silent gesture for you to come here already, a small happy small on his face. You were just so happy and you loved him so much you had to kiss him on each cheek when you got close enough.

“You’re the sweetest girl in the world you know that? Good, let’s see where were we last in this book?”

Steve holds your chin gently and places a kiss to your lips before turning you around so your back is against his chest, your legs nice and tucked in a ball how you liked and one of his arms across your torso, snug and protective, just how you loved to be.

He starts to read, the deep, smooth tone of his voice settling you into a deep calm. You were gonna enjoy this day so much 💖

GIRL I AM SO SOFT RN I WANT DADDY STEVE

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beefybuffybucky · 6 years

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The Moth and the Flame (Pt. 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!HoH!enhanced!Reader - Avengers x female!HoH!enhanced!Reader - Clint Barton x female!HoH!enhanced!Reader

Summary: Reader is a new member to the Avengers team, and encounters quite a few challenges being the only HoH (hard of hearing) member of the team, but Bucky tries to help. But when Clint comes into the picture, things get more complicated.

Warnings: i suppose a wee, miniscule amount of angst, but there will be a ton more angst soon !!

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: i’m sick and suffering and have like five fics i’m working on rn but barely found the willpower to finish this one (due in part to mental illness and working a shit ton) so hopefully i can actually finish one and feel good about it for once ?? i’m literally so sorry this part is so shitty

READ PART ONE AND PART TWO HERE!!

The next few days were all training, and no games. Your body ached from the hits, kicks, and pins it had absorbed, and you had blossoming bruises to show it. Natasha truly was relentless.

By dinner, you were so exhausted that you could barely stay awake to eat, let alone go out to get drinks with Clint. While you had been spending time with Clint, signing with him at dinner, and intersecting each other in the hallways, you had hardly seen Bucky, thanks to your insane schedule.

Today, you hadn’t seen Bucky all day, and grabbed your phone from your pocket to text him when instead, you saw a text from Clint.

Drinks?

It had been sent about fifteen minutes ago, and it was only 7p.m. You tap your fingers against the side of your phone as you think.

Sure, you type out. I’ll meet you downstairs in 15.

A small, excited smile pulls at your lips as you nearly jump off the bed and rummage through your drawers, in search of something to wear that would be better than sweaty gym clothes. After pulling on jeans, an old-school band shirt, and a flannel, you pick out some black boots and nearly skip down the hall, giddy with anticipation. As soon as you turn the corner that leads you to the common room, you run straight into Bucky, your breath nearly being knocked out of your chest.

“Sorry, Bucky!” You sign frantically.

“It’s O.K.,” Bucky signs back, a wide, toothy smile pulling at his lips. A light flutter ripples through your heart, moving down slowly through your chest as you watch his smile grow, a captivating sparkle igniting in his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Your signing is already so good!” You sign enthusiastically, thoroughly impressed by how much he has learned in only a few days time. “I’m going to get drinks with Clint.”

Bucky nods slowly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Have fun,” he signs with a forced, small smile as he continues back down the hall. Your eyes trail him as he goes, a soft sigh tumbling from your lips. You take the elevator down to the main floor and spy Clint waiting for you, casually dressed in a white t-shirt and dark-wash jeans.

You wave to him, smiling widely as you nearly skip over to him.

“You look great!” Clint signs enthusiastically, his expression excited and impressed. A gentle scent of lavender reaches your nose, and his pale blonde hair shines orange in the pale glow of the setting sun.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you sign back, chuckling softly. “Ready to go?”

“You took the words right out of my hands,” Clint laughs, his eyes sparkling as he smiles. He opens the door for you and waves you through, making you blush. His hand brushes lightly against yours as you walk out to the garage, hesitantly watching Clint as he chooses a motorcycle.

“Are you sure you know how to ride that?” You sign comically, looking at him with your head tilted.

“Yes,” Clint dramatically rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he signs with a smile spreading across his face. You grin widely, your heart fluttering as you climb onto the back of the bike, slowly wrapping your arms around his chest, the warmth of his body calming your nerves. You nearly squeal as the bike takes off from the garage, silently humming as it speeds down a winding road through a lush, orange forest. You open your eyes all the way and look around you as brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds blur around you, a wild, giddy smile pulling at your lips. Your breath is nearly taken away as the bike bursts out of the forest, leaving it behind as you cross a bridge over a large, sparkling blue river tinted orange by the setting sun.

Clint pulls into a parking spot in front of a small, semi-shady bar and uses his foot to put down the kickstand. After sliding off the bike, he offers you a hand. You take it and swing your leg over to bike, then follow him inside.

Wisps of cigarette smoke and delightful chatter mixing with rowdy laughter drift through the atmosphere, the dim lighting making it hard to clearly see the entire room. Everything happening at once blurs into one dull, loud noise, and anxiety begins to bubble beneath your skin just as Clint pulls out a seat for you at the bar, then sits next to you and digs around in his pocket for something. He holds out his hand to you, and gives you two ear plugs. You take them, looking at him curiously.

“I know being hard of hearing and having all those noises can be annoying,” Clint signs as he explains calmly. “I brought those for you.”

“Thank you,” you sign back, smiling as you put them in your ears, and the instant blockage of the weird noises around you immediately begins to soothe you. Clint asks you what you want, and he tells the bartender for you. Soon after, the bartender slides the drinks down the counter, and you thank her with a soft smile.

“So,” Clint signs after taking a swig of his beer. “Where are you from?”

“I grew up in the Midwest,” you sign calmly after taking the cherry out of your own drink and popping it into your mouth. “Nothing too exciting.”

“Have you always been hard of hearing?” Clint signs, his brows turned downward in curiosity.

“All my life,” you shrug as you sign. “Have you always been deaf?”

“Pretty much,” Clint nods, signing fluidly. “What brings you to the team?”

“Good question,” you smile as you sign. “I can read minds and I’m a pretty decent fighter, if I do say so myself,” you smirk slowly as you joke with him.

“We’ll see about that,” Clint smiles widely as he signs, then drinks more of his beer.

“Is that a challenge?” You retort, signing sternly as you squint at him, smirking softly.

“Absolutely,” Clint laughs, leaning forward in his seat. “So, do you have a family?”

“My dad left when I was really little,” you shrug with one shoulder as you sign, taking a steadying breath. “It’s always just been my mom, me, and my sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asks, his expression pure curiosity. You nod in response before thinking of what to sign back.

“She died a few years ago,” you sign sadly, tears pricking at your eyes as your chest clenches.

“I’m sorry,” Clint signs as his face drops. “I didn’t mean to bring up anything painful like that.”

“It’s not your fault,” you reassure him as your fingers slowly breeze through the air. “We all knew it was her time.” After a few long pauses, you meet his eyes again. “How long have you been on the team?”

“A while,” Clint offers a reassuring smile as he signs back. “They’re basically my family. I’m sure you’ll feel like that soon, too.”

“Everyone feels very welcoming,” you smile at him. “Especially Bucky. He’s even learning sign.”

“He is?” Clint chuckles softly as he signs, a glint of jealousy shining through his darkened eyes. “He never tried for me. You must be special.”

“I guess I am,” you blush as you sign back, hiding your expression behind your glass as you take another sip from your drink, letting your body relax into the buzz of the alcohol. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you slip it out to read a message from Bucky on the screen.

I have to ask you something when you get back

You take a soft breath as you text back a quick response and slide the phone back into your pocket.

“Care to dance?” Clint signs after finishing his drink.

“I can’t really tell the difference in vibrations from the people around us and the music, but sure,” you smile goofily as you sign excitedly. Your phone buzzes in your pocket again and you check it.

It’s pretty important

You sigh softly as you send back a simple ‘O.K.’, then put your phone back. You slide off your stool and and follow Clint through the crowd. Your phone buzzes again, but you decide to ignore it, and instead focus on Clint’s dazzling eyes and contagious smile as he spins and dips you, your heart fluttering with every move.

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