A Robin series would be insanely amazeballs!! Also maybe some hurt/comfort as a oneshot? With Robin comforting the reader
Robin x Reader Oneshot "You should probably sleep"
Robin Buckley X F!Reader (Hurt/comfort) Oneshot
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Word count: 1.8K
Synopsis: Your work is piling high and you are feeling lonelier than ever. Pushing through the pain work, you begin to make yourself ill and exhausted, but your girlfriend Robin sees through your excuses and comes to the rescue to comfort you.
Warnings: Loneliness, sick reader, crying and panic attacks?
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to write lol, multiple people requested this and I've only just got round to finishing it. As always, I've not proof read it lmao so if there's any mistakes feel free to point them out
You choked back a sob, biting your lip and sniffling an ungodly amount of snot. Salty tears dripped down your shaking face as you sat hunched over the school toilet seat. You thought you could hold it together, pretend everything was okay, but that was proving so much more difficult than you thought.
The truth was, you were afraid. You were so goddamn scared and you had no idea who you could talk to about it. You hadn’t lived in Hawkins for very long and barely knew anyone at the school, and you had never felt so alone in your life.
The first few weeks at school were scary, as you expected them to be, but soon after, you met Robin. There was no force on this earth that could’ve possibly prevented you from falling head over heels in love. She was quiet and kept to herself, and she also somehow managed to be herself. Unapologetically and totally, well, totally Robin.
Tentative moves and tender looks eventually led to the most magical first kiss imaginable. Robin became your girlfriend after being glued to your hip for a number of weeks, the two of you never running out of things to discuss. You truly had never been happier.
However, despite the comfort and joy Robin brought you, you still struggled with loneliness. You didn’t really speak to anyone else at the school, and you certainly couldn’t talk to anyone about you and Robin. You wished more than anything that you had a group of friends you could gossip with; sleepovers for you to recount dreamy kisses and dates, all of you squealing whilst you spare the most intimate of details. But, you didn’t have that. Yes, you had Robin and she filled your little world with so much brightness and love, but without her you felt so alone.
Everything had become a bit too much at school, too. Your work was piling up and your body was seeing the effects of this as well as your mind. You couldn’t think straight, and you felt sick constantly. You’d never felt tiredness like this before, pushing yourself to spend hours of every day revising and writing so you didn’t have to face the feeling of being alone, and yet you still slipped behind on your assignments which made you feel even worse.
You struggled in silence, thinking no one could see, that no one would notice.
But Robin saw straight through you.
You picked yourself up from the toilet seat and straightened out your clothes. Listening for a few moments before opening the door, you strode towards the mirrors, quickly fixing up your smeared mascara. You blew your nose and the show was on; 5 deep breaths later and you were back out in the bustling school corridor as the bell rang signalling the end of the day.
Robin was working that evening, so you went straight home to spend hours gruelling over your textbooks. She rang just before you went to sleep.
“How was your shift?” you asked her.
“Actually, it was pretty funny!” You could hear Robin beaming as she launched into a story from that evening, telling you all about how a woman had a go at Steve for renting her an “adult movie”, saying he tricked her into getting it, despite her asking for that specific title.
You smiled for the first time that day, sighing in relief at the comfort your girlfriends voice brought you. You asked more short questions to hear more stories from her, trying to divert the questions she asked you.
“How’s your essay going?” she asked.
You paused, clearing your throat. “It’s, you know, it’s going. I’ve still got a lot more to do on it.”
“You think you’ll be able to find some time to come bowling this weekend?” she pleaded.
You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know, Robs...”
The truth was, you were scared. You were scared of failing and everything you’ve written being awful, no matter how many hours you spend rewriting it.
“You’re allowed to take breaks, you know?” she soothed.
“I know, I know...”
“You deserve to have fun. You’ve worked so hard, angel,” she whispered.
You felt tears threaten to escape. Despite the countless hours you’d already put in, you still felt you hadn’t worked hard enough to deserve a few hours fun with your girlfriend.
“What are you doing tonight?” she asked you.
“Probably just going over my notes from today’s le-“
“Oh, lovely, you don’t need to do all that. You’ll make yourself ill.”
But nothing she could say would change your mind, despite the fact that she was right.
That night you lay in bed feeling sorry for yourself, the physical effects of the day catching up to you. You ached from your head to your toes, the thudding of a headache creeping in as you slipped into a weary sleep.
The next morning, you awoke to blinding brightness from your window. Your head thudded violently as you scrunched your eyes shut. Instead of feeling rested from your sleep, all of your worries came instantly washing back over you. The stress had certainly taken its toll on your body physically. You were sick, and you were so tired. You tried to get up and ready, but the room swayed from side to side. You attempted to brush your teeth, but it hurt to even lift your arm. Frustrated cries led to weary sobs as you eventually dragged yourself back to bed. No matter what you tried, you knew you wouldn’t make it into school that day.
Some time later, you wake up to the phone ringing. You don’t even remember falling asleep.
“Hello?” your groggy voice answers.
“What’s wrong?” Robin immediately shoots back.
You smile at the sound of her voice, temporarily soothing the pain.
“I’m okay,” you told her.
Despite her scolding tone, you could hear the smile in Robin’s voice when she replied, “Liar.”
You chuckled slightly and then took a deep breath, the pain searing across the left hand side of your head.
“Ill be over in 15. Don’t do anything stupid.” And with that, she hung up.
You don’t know how much time passed between then and Robin entering your room, but the faint noises of your mum letting her in wafted up the stairs as you slipped in and out of sleep.
The sheer embarrassment and delirium soon led to tears cascading down your face, to which Robin was by your side in an instant.
She stumbled across to your bedside, your gorgeous whirlwind of a girlfriend. Gentle face and clumsy limbs clambering over your piles of books to land beside your weeping eyes.
Robin cupped your face gently, softly, your eyes blinking away the tears. “Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay,” Robin whispered. But her words only made you cry more. The safety and warmth of her voice causing you to finally let go of all the feelings you’d been holding back for weeks. You choked out a sob, sniffling snot and salty tears. Robin continued to gently stroke your face, whispering kind words. I’m here.
You looked her in the eyes and became filled with nothing but love. The kindness she radiates could warm you on any frozen day. She helped you mirror her breaths, deep and slowly, as her touch and words guided you towards a calm. You both simply gazed at each other, a comfortable silence washing over the room as your breathing gradually slowed.
Once your sniffles and sobs had stilled for a moment, Robin gently rose from the position she was crouched in. You eyed her closely, exhausted in every way imaginable, as she clambered over your weak body to lay beside you in bed. You felt a smile creep across your lips, a small hint of happiness amongst the puffy eyes and red cheeks. She leant over and draped her arm across your stomach, pulling your back close to her chest. You could feel the gentle drum of her heartbeat and instantly relaxed. She ran soothing fingers around your tummy and arms, occasionally kissing the back of your head, and humming to a random song. You listened closely to the sounds she made for a few moments, completely forgetting about the worries you had before as you tried to work out what song it was.
In the calm, you decided to speak. “I’m really tired, Robs.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner, cause I knew something was up” Robin rambled, “but I didn’t wanna be too pushy with you, with how you kept saying you were okay n stuff. You just sounded so... broken, on the phone. I had to come over and check on you, I hope you don’t mind your mum letting me in-“
“I love you, Robin,” you whispered, cutting her off.
She froze, still not used to hearing you say that. No matter how many times you told her, her tummy was still filled with butterflies.
Slowly, you rolled over to face Robin, your eyes mere inches apart from each other.
“You don’t have to talk about it now, like I’m happy to just hold you until you fall asleep, cause it kinda looks like you need it to be honest, but I want you to know you can talk to me.” Robin rushed through her words as if she’d rehearsed them before, not thinking as they rapidly rolled off her tongue.
She brought her hand up to cup your cheek once more, her fingers gently dancing over your features.
“I’ll do anything for you,” she whispered.
You smiled, genuinely, and raised your hand to cup her cheek too. You both giggled slightly at this, sighing as you gazed into each others eyes.
She continued, “Including sneaking your favourite movie from the shelf at work so we can have a movie night-“
Your eyes lit up before you crashed your lips into hers, the two of you tangling your fingers in each others hair.
Pulling away, Robin sighed happily before warning, “But now, I think you should probably sleep.”
You faux pouted, but Robin could see the emerging smile in your eyes as she pulled you closer to her, stroking your hair gently and kissing the top of your head.
The exhaustion, and now relief, quickly set in once again as you cuddled your wonderful girlfriend. When you felt better, you knew you'd talk everything through and she'd make you feel better about it all, finding solutions for everything. But right then, her touch was enough. She made you feel whole and safe, protected from the world within her arms. The sleep you began to drift into now was not one of stress or fear, but a slumber of comfort and love. As your eyelids began to flutter close, you were vaguely aware of Robin’s loving movements. She held you tight and whispered words of adoration and safety, kissing the top of your head and trailing patterns across your back. It was as you fell asleep, in that bed with the girl you loved more than anything in the world, you knew that everything was going to be okay.
“You and Bucky have been close for a while now, and it’s safe to say the both of you have fallen madly in love with each other. Your close friendship has stopped either of you from making any romantic advancements, until now..
Bucky decides it’s finally time to ask you out on a good old fashioned date. Dinner, dancing and everything else a gentleman could offer a girl like you. He’s scared of messing up the bond you’ve both formed with one another, but with the glances you two share, he has a hunch that you just might like him too. So, he does what any old fashioned man should do, and writes you a letter...”
Digital Download Blurb - “Moments I knew I’d fallen for you”
(Gender Neutral Reader!!!)
"You and Eddie have been dating for a few months now, and things are going amazing. You’ve known who he was for a while and simply admired him from afar, but once he began to notice your band badges and nerdy books, he fell for you in an instant. You both bonded super quickly, chatting about music and movies and aliens and everything else imaginable. You’re both so close and have already supported each other through some hard times. He’s your rock, and you are his. You couldn’t live without each other. Eddie needs you to remember that, and he needs you to know just how much he loves you. So, one quiet night alone when all he can think about is you, he decides to write you this letter, recounting some of the times he knew he’s fallen so deeply in love with you, because he needs you to know that you are his world and you deserve to feel loved."
Here’s the letter!
A/N: This 3-page letter is now available to download from my etsy! Took me ages to pick a handwriting font that felt just like him, then I spent ages going through and changing the sizes of individual letters to make it look more like how he’d stress words. Phew. This one took a lot of work but I’m super happy with it - I hope you enjoy being showered with love by your boyfriend ;)
Summary: You wake up in Robin’s arms in the middle of the night after falling asleep cuddled together for the first time, and this time you’re brave enough to ask her a question...
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank u to the anon who requested a part 2, I love the vibes of this so much and it’s made me wanna do a robin series - pls send requests for any oneshots u wanna read too !
You awoke to various comforting drums; the gentle rhythm of Robins heart and the pattering of the rain against the window. You scrunched up your eyes, trying to adjust yourself to the darkness that swamped Robins room. Sleepiness clung onto you tightly as you attempted to get your bearings in the room. Then you realised where you were, and the sleepy feeling was quickly replaced with the flutters of a thousand giggling butterflies.
Your head was resting against Robin’s chest, and you could faintly hear her breaths above your head. Her arms were lazily draped around your torso, the depths of sleep relaxing her typically tense muscles. You squinted in the darkness and adjusted your head to lay beside Robin’s. You were inches apart and you couldn’t help but notice, even in such a low light, how unbelievably peaceful she was. Robin was typically quite nervous, always talking to fill the silences with a sort of jittery, on edge touch about her. On this night, though, she was completely still. You’d come to see glimpses of the real Robin recently, in the late night talks and nervous fleeting touches, but never had you seen her look like this. You were completely enamoured by her; hair splayed effortlessly in directions that shouldn’t be pretty but my god she was just that and so much more.
Earlier’s conversation came back in distant waves. She’d asked you to stay and you began to worry that Robin may not have really wanted you there. Perhaps she just pitied you or was too awkward to ask you to go. And yet, you remembered the words floating into your brain as you drifted into deep slumber.
“I like you too”
Despite all doubts in your body, no four words had ever sounded truer, regardless of your sleep filled state at the time. You believed them, you thought, and the safety you felt in that moment enveloped in the safety of Robin’s arms, you knew it was right. Nothing anyone could say would convince you otherwise.
You smiled, bright and cheery amongst the gloomy night. The rain continued to patter down, the light trickles of raindrops the only sounds you could hear.
The few times you’d stayed over before had included attempts from the both of you to remain strictly platonic. You slept on a makeshift bed on the floor, and one time even stayed in the spare room. However, you always somehow managed to come up with some sort of excuse, and you’d wake each time to find yourself closer than you were before. Since this was a rather spontaneous decision, you hoped Robin wouldn’t regret this intentional sleeping arrangement in the morning, although you could’ve sworn you could see the hint of a smile upon her sleeping lips.
Your thoughts swarmed your brain, and you suddenly became all too aware of the quiet in the room. There was one sound you wanted to hear more than anything in that moment, so you reached your hand up to cup Robin’s face in an attempt to wake her gently.
You stroked your thumb over her cheek, earning a hum in response. You smiled, admiring the freckles dotted across her nose that you were able to see more clearly now your eyes had time to adjust. “Hey, Robs,” you whispered. She hummed again, causing you to giggle. You patted her gently, then shook her shoulders. You noticed her frown slightly, but she just looked so damn adorable. Deciding to let her rest instead, you began to whisper to her and fill the silence yourself.
“You’re really special to me, Robin Buckley,” you whispered. “I knew you would be from the day I met you. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Robin hummed and you but your lip, both willing her to wake up and terrified she might and hear what you were saying. You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and began trailing your fingertips gently across her face, admiring all her features. It took you a second to realise she was waking up.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she muttered groggily.
You laughed. “Well, I don’t plan on moving any time soon,” you whispered back.
Robin smiled sleepily and bit her lip. “Are you busy tomorrow?” she asked. You shook your head in response, so she smiled and said, “Good, cause you’re staying with me.”
“Haven’t you got work tomorrow?” you chuckled.
“Oh… Shit yeah…” You continued stroking her hair as she carried on talking. “I still want you with me though, we’ll figure something out.” She rubbed her eyes and yawned as you looked on in utter awe and admiration.
“You make me feel so fizzy,” Robin whispered, eyelids heavy with sleep. She wrapped her arms tightly around your body, nuzzling into your touch before freezing suddenly. She was very awake now.
“You okay?” you asked.
Robin blinked back at you and rubbed her eyes again. “Am I dreaming?” she asked.
You chuckled again, “No, Robs. You’re awake.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“What is it-“
“Are you okay?” she asked.
You were taken aback by this question, too stunned to respond. She continued, “I mean, is this okay? We’re cuddling, like, you’re cuddling me, and like, I’m totally cool with this by the way I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t accidentally trapped you here, and I just wanted to check that I’m not picking up the signals wrong here cause I swear you’ve been talking to me and saying nice stuff but also I’ve been half asleep so I don’t know-“
“Robin,” you interrupted. She froze, unsure of what you’d say next. “Can I kiss you?”
She gulped before nodding enthusiastically, whispering a hoarse “Yes please.”
She cupped your face between her hands as yours came to rest in her hair. All uncertainty vanished in a flash as she leaned in and connected your lips together. It was soft and gentle, slow and filled with more meaning than you believed any kiss could hold. It was desperate and longing and filled with so many feelings. Her lips tasted of popcorn, and you smiled into the kiss as she did too, eventually pulling away to breathe. Your foreheads touched and you both broke out into full beaming smiles. You couldn’t help yourself but move back in for another few small pecks, the two of you giggling in between. She held your face between her hands with such care and you felt at complete peace, filled with bliss.
She pecked at your nose, then your cheek, then began peppering all over your face with tiny little kisses as the two of you giggled, your bodies filled with pure love. When you final came to rest beside each other again, fingers trailing across cheeks and lips, hands tangled in hair, you both stared into each other’s eyes. Your eyelids were heavy with sleep, but you had never felt so awake. Part of you wanted to stay awake for as long as you could, kiss Robin for as long as you could and never let go. But, something in you knew that you were going to wake up in the morning by her side, and you’d kiss her again. You’d hold her hand another day, kiss her many times more, and have these sleepy cuddles again and again.
Summary: You’re at your best friend Robin’s house once again to watch a movie together, and this time you feel brave (and sleepy) enough to get a little closer.
Warnings: None
A/N: Please lmk if you want a part two of this it’s just giving me such cosy vibes aahhhhh :D I love Robin so much
Read Part 2 here!
You stayed at Robin’s house most days. It was never really a planned thing, you just sort of ended up there. You'd be talking and walking in your own little world together and then you’d realise the destination you both stumbled upon, absentmindedly wandering upstairs to her room together as you did each day before. It was nice for you both, as you each enjoyed each others company more than the average friend should, but you were both worried to admit your feelings aloud. So, these sort of incidental hang outs were convenient, as you could both enjoy spending time with one another without having to brave the proposals and suggestions of arranging things to do together. Things just came naturally with the two of you; you were glued together at the hip and you didn't even have to try.
Each night you became closer and closer, both as friends and physically. Robin would talk for hours and you'd learn so much about her life and interests. In all honesty, you had no idea how she still had stories left to tell. You'd open up to her about all sorts of things that were on your mind and she’d listen with such an attention she could not direct anywhere else. She did however struggle to keep eye contact with you as her eyes wandered down to your lips as you spoke.
Then comes the physical closeness. Initially, your small crushes on each other acted as barriers to which you ensured a certain amount of distance was retained at all times. You left little spaces between the two of you when you first sat down on her bed, but then you spent more time together and grew to be more than comfortable. You hardly notice a leg sprawled across your lap, a head leaning on your shoulder. Your lives were so intertwined that your nerves were pushed aside, your instinctual desire to be close overriding the fear.
You end up in this position every day; practically cuddled together watching a movie. This time, Gremlins. Robin had gasped earlier at the first signs of snow, and you couldn’t help but indulge in her excitement, suggesting a Christmas film. She squealed and jumped around before grinning and talking about Phoebe Cates and how much she wanted her very own Gismo. You bickered about the impracticalities of a gremlin all the way home, clinging onto each other’s arm to steady yourself on the slippery ground.
You looked to Robin as you walked arm in arm. She was your best friend and you loved her. You couldn’t help but think how gorgeous she looked in that moment; bright red nose and cheeks from the cold, wrapped up warm in a woolly hat and scarf. Her teeth chattered and she certainly would not let you go a minute without being reminded of the fact she was cold. You just wanted to get into the warm with her and cuddle, but you knew you couldn’t outright ask for that. So, you prayed to the gods and all above that the universe would do you this favour.
Finally in the warm, you sat on her bed whilst she set up the video. You thought about how you were sat, planning how you could get as close as possible to her without it being weird. Maybe you could do the whole yawn and put your arm around her trick, but was that too obvious? You didn’t want her to think anything romantic was going on, even though you wish it was, but at the same time, maybe you should. I mean, you heard the way she spoke about Phoebe Cates, you'd just never really considered the fact that Robin could like girls too. The fact that she could like you.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by a dip in the bed as Robin sat down beside you. She smiled at you brightly before asking, “Are you still cold?” You nodded, and she began to smile wider. “Okay, hang on.”
Robin sprang up from the bed in an instant, immediately on her hands and knees rummaging underneath the bed. You began to laugh, “Robin, what are you doing?”
When she emerged, she was holding a huge knitted blanket. “I've had this since I was 2, it's kinda coming apart but I wanted to show you some of the patches,” she smiled shyly. Robin then preceded to take you on a tour of her patchwork blanket with you both sat beneath it. As she spoke, your bodies grew closer like two lonely magnets. You didn't know when it had happened, but a noise from the film brought you back to your senses and you noticed how you were sat. Both of your legs were intertwined and you were resting your head on Robin’s shoulder. Holy fuck. You were so close you could practically feel her heart beating, and boy oh boy was it beating fast.
Robin adjusted slightly, wriggling further down the bed to be almost laying down. Her eyes were glued to the screen and you felt a sudden wave of bravery over one you. You were so comfortable and she was so perfect, you just wanted a tiny bit more. To be just inches closer you would do anything, and so you began to slowly inch your hand towards hers. At first, your fingers just grazed against her palm, to which you thought Robin barely even noticed, but then she began to move too. Whether she was aware of this or not, seemingly absentmindedly she began to play with your fingers. Running the tips of her own around your palm like ice skaters in the snow, tracing the outline of each finger as if memorising the curve of each joint, all the while her eyes remained glued to the screen, Gremlins still playing in the background.
You could no longer concentrate on the film. Your heart was pumping in your chest, bound to explode any moment. This could still just be a friendly thing, right? I’m sure all girls must lay under a blanket with their friend every day whilst watching a movie and practically holding hands... Right?
You turned your attention to Robin’s body, as you could feel her breathing quicken. Tilting your head up to meet her eyes, you saw beneath the blush and bitten lip and it hit you right there.
Oh.
Robin Buckley did not think this was just a friendly thing either, and you couldn’t be happier. You began to smile, there was no point hiding it. She looked nervous, trying so hard not to look at you from fear of fucking up or misreading the situation entirely.
“Robin?” You began with a smile.
“Hm?” she asked, her gaze not faltering.
You giggled slightly, adoring the way her eyes flitted around the scene before you, concealing the thousands of thoughts she usually splurged out, but for now was holding back. In all honestly, you’d fallen head over heels with Robin, and she had with you, too. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her and be close with her as you were now for as long as she’d let you.
“Hey, look at me,” you spoke softly.
She turned to you with wide eyes, seemingly afraid. You smiled brightly, reassuring her. “Are you, uh, is everything...” Robin’s words trailed off as you intertwined your fingers firmly with hers.
“Oh,” Robin whispered. You giggled at this. She looked so cute, the low light of the screen flickering over the soft features of her face. “You’re holding my hand.”
“Yeah, I am,” you giggled, “is this okay?”
Robin was nodding before you’d even finished speaking. “Mhm, yeah, yeah, totally. Totally cool, I mean, it’s okay, I’m alright with it, yeah...” A silence stretched between the two of you for a few moments, but you felt Robin’s muscles stiffen under your touch, still leaning into her body as you lay beside each other, hand in hand. She began again, “I mean only if you are, of course, I don’t wanna make you feel weird or anything.”
“Robin, I was the one who started holding your hand, of course I’m okay,” you laughed.
“Oh... Oh yeah,” Robin bit her lip. You weren’t quite sure who broke first, but soon after you had both succumbed to fits of laughter. Neither of you really knew what was funny, but you were simultaneously just so comfy and so overwhelmed with giddiness that you couldn’t help it. As the giggling subsided, you simply cuddled into her further, nuzzling your neck into her shoulder. Her lips were close to your forehead so she barely even had to whisper for you to hear her. Robin spoke so quietly, so unsure of herself in spite of her usual chatty self.
“Can I put my arm around you?” she whispered softly. You tilted your head upwards to meet her gaze once again before lifting your neck for her arm to slide under. You hummed in satisfaction.
“You’re comfy,” you murmured. The warmth from Robin’s body against yours, along with the steady, albeit fast beating of her heart, were lulling you into a comforting state of sleepiness.
Robin was stuck for words, butterflies exploding from her stomach and swarming every inch of her body. “I like this,” she whispered into your hair.
You hummed again. “Me too.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open now.
“Do you... maybe, do you wanna stay?” She murmered. “Like, stay the night? You don’t have to, of course, I can drive you home if you’d like. You just look...” She paused, unsure of her next words, before your thumb began stroking across the back of her hand and all of a sudden, she felt the bravest she had ever felt before. “You look really pretty, and like, peaceful...” She trailed off, watching as you offered a sleepy smile.
“That sounds nice.” You nuzzled further into her neck. “You’re really pretty too.”
Robin brushed off her blushing with an awkward laugh. “Shut up, you’re not even looking at me, dingus” She spoke softly despite the teasing.
Your words were laced with sleep, “Yeah but you’re always pretty, Robs.”
“I am?” she asked.
“Yeah, you’re real pretty.” You had your eyes closed now, but you could picture her face perfectly. Eyes wide and lips parted, frantically searching for the words to say and overthinking every possible option so as not to fuck it all up. “I really like you... Like this...” you whispered.
And as you drifted off into the safest, warmest and most comfortable sleep of your life, Robin whispered into your hair, “I like you too,” with the widest, goofiest smile imaginable. After a few minutes of her laying completely still, ensuring you were completely asleep and she wasn’t going to disturb you, Robin closed her eyes and smiled before drifting off with you in her arms.
A/N: This is really short I'm just obsessed with robin atm
Robin liked to doodle. No matter who you were, it was hard to miss. Her teachers had given up on the notes they'd leave in her books, countless little messages of "Please don't draw in the margins" and "Keep your page clean, Buckley." But, no matter how much they reminded her or how much she tried to avoid it, it was a habit. Almost as if it were ingrained into the very muscles of her hands, they simply ran away with her pen as she drifted off into space.
She found it calming, you found this out pretty quickly into dating. You found you could get away with holding each other's hands in public as most people presumed you were just friends, so whenever you felt brave enough, you'd glance at her hands and take the chance. Obviously not before noticing the endless doodles scrawled across cold fingers and palms, to which you'd later admire and inspect.
It became a routine, whenever the two of you would cuddle. You'd lift her hand to you lips and place gentle kisses as she'd take you on a guided tour of the little world on her hand she'd created that day. You loved listening to her talk and all the tangents she'd go down would make you smile beyond what you ever thought possible.
One day, when she'd ran out of her canvas, arms littered with hearts and scribbles and words, she shyly asked if she could draw on your hand. You were both sat at the back of your class together and it had been a very busy day, so you figured she just needed to let of some steam. Robin visibly relaxed after a few minutes of doodling little hearts and words only the two of you would understand. Little hints to memories and jokes you've shared within the privacy of your secret connection. Sometimes she'd ask for your hand, but sometimes she'd just take it absentmindedly, you barely noticing as you carried on with what you were doing. It became very familiar to you both, and you treasured the little memories of her you kept on your skin whenever she had to go home.
You made a point of keeping a pen on you at all times. Whenever Robin would get jittery, you'd offer it to her along with your hand. She didn't quite know how to tell you the amount that meant, but you both knew. In the looks you gave each other and the smiles you shared, and most importantly, in the doodles on your hands.
Summary: Steve picks you some bad movies at the store, so you ask Robin if she can do a better job before inviting her over to your house to watch a film together.
Warnings: None!
A/N: Once again this has not been proof read so let me know of any mistakes lollllll - ALSO I really enjoy writing for Robin, so I beg you, if you enjoy this and are interested in one of my character letters then PLEASE let me write one for you!!!
You thought back to the first time you entered Family Video. It just so happened to be the closest store to where you stood when it began to rain, and it just so happened that you also really loved films. You stayed in there long after the rain passed, running damp fingertips along the spines of each video as your eyes scanned the shelves. They were packed to the brim with all sorts of movies; ones you loved and cherished, ones you'd been longing to see, and ones you'd never even heard of. The videos alone were obviously enough of a reason for you to return, but the pretty girl behind the counter was even more intriguing.
The girl you’d later learn to be called Robin was stood bickering with Steve Harrington. You vaguely knew who he was, as most people in the town did, but as you watched this interaction from afar, any preconceptions you had about this boy fizzled away.
Anyone could see, plain as day, that these were just two humongous nerds.
You couldn’t quite hear their conversation, but it was entertaining nonetheless. So, you moved closer under the guise of browsing the horror section. Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm street, all movies you’d watched hundreds of times before, but although your eyes were trained on the video spines, your ears honed in on the bickering.
“But they’ve gone back to the past, why is it back to the future, shouldn’t it be forward to the future?” Steve looked so incredibly puzzled, leaning over and pinching a crisp from the packet Robin was hogging.
Robin stared daggers at Steve. “You’re not listening to me, Steve. They’ve already been in the future, so they’re going back there!” Robin spoke with such animated expressions and gestures. It was clear to anyone around that this was most definitely not a legitimately infuriating argument, but merely two friends passing the time at work with some silly back and forth comments. Yet, through the thin veil of annoyance, you saw an incredibly passionate girl that intrigued you beyond imagination. The way she stared into the distance, as if deep in thought. The way she munched on her crisps and swatted away Steve’s wandering hand. The way sh clearly knew that Steve understood the premise of the title completely and was simply winding her up, and yet she still played along anyway.
Robin. You caught a glimpse of her nametag as she leaned over the counter, laughing at Steve’s ramblings. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. You could’ve watched them for hours, could’ve watched her for hours. She was pretty, and it took an enormous effort for you to peel your eyes away from her. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself, and yet you wanted more of her. Just a little, to hear her voice talking directly to you, to have her look in your eyes. You wonder what colour her eyes were... You couldn’t quite see from this distance, but-
“Hey, something you’re looking for?” Steve’s voice startled you. When did he get over here?
“Oh I’m all good,” you smiled at him, “thanks though.” Just as you were about to continue your ‘browsing’, Steve interjected.
“Oh okay, no problem... It’s just, you’ve been over here for a while, you know? You sure there’s not something you’re looking for...?”
You bit your lip, swallowing the words you wanted to say. Just looking for your pretty colleague or you think I could get her number?
“Actually, I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” You laugh and Steve smiles brightly at you.
“Well, hopefully it’s some sort of Video or else we won’t be able to help you much,” Steve chuckled awkwardly.
As Steve began to lead you around the store asking about your favourite movies, Robin glanced up from her notepad occasionally to watch. She liked to watch Steve make an idiot of himself in front of customers, it was one of her favourite pastimes during a boring shift. This time though, it was different. He didn’t seem to be making a fool of himself, despite not doing anything different to usual. Robin quickly realised that this was because of you.
You were not judgemental and you were not rude, you were patient and seemed kind and funny. You made jokes with Steve and were simply having a genuine conversation as opposed to the usual demanding or snappy customers. You asked Steve about his favourites which made him feel comfortable and relaxed; talking to pretty girls at work was usually stressful so it was nice to be met by someone so cheery and kind.
Robin was mesmerised with your charm and charisma as you confidently spoke to a man you’d never interacted with before, but to any outside they might have thought you were close friends. Above this, though, she was mesmerised by your looks. The way your clothes hung from your body, the way your hair framed your face, how pretty you looked when you laughed.
She looked back down at her notepad. She wasn’t writing anything important, just a couple of notes about tapes she needed to restock, but most of it was filled with doodles. Robin liked to keep her hands busy, very aware that people could be watching her and judging the way she moved or acted. She’d always been told she was strange, different, and found she had to make a conscious effort to ‘look normal’ when under the public eye. So scared of driving anyone away, afraid everyone will see her as a freak.
Something told her that you wouldn’t, though. Your smile was so warm, radiating such a happy light across the store. She began to doodle a sun, only able to focus on the tightening in her stomach when she looked at you, both afraid and yearning for you to look back.
You approached the counter with a small stack of tapes. Steve attempted to casually vault over the countertop which obviously ended in a slightly clumsy clambering over it. Robin rolled her eyes before they landed on yours. Sweet and patiently waiting as you leant across the counter.
“That’s quite the collection you’ve got there,” Robin began as she busied herself with checking the backs of each one. “This dingus has got really bad taste, like so bad that people have asked for refunds from his recommendations, so if you wanna leave any of these then that's totally okay, I can just go and put them back for you, it’s no problem, but if you want them all then that’s okay, I mean obviously it’s okay, why wouldn’t it be okay? That’s literally what the store is here for, um, I can just put these through for you now...” This was usually the part where the customer interrupted with a no that’s fine, thanks or a no, no, can I just pay now, essentially polite ways of telling her to just shut up. You didn’t, though. You just waited until she trailed off and was finished speaking before you joined in.
“Thank you, Robin” you say gently, finally reading her nametag, silently reassuring her with your calm demeanor that you were never going to tell her to stop talking.
Robin took a deep breath, momentarily forgetting where she was. Your eyes were just so... and your smile. Robin was entranced by the curve of your lips. Was she staring? She hoped it wasn’t obvious.
Steve sorted the money with you as Robin nervously fiddled with a ring on her hand, trying her hardest to look anywhere but your gorgeous face. Steve hopped back over the counter to rush to the assistance of two pretty girls that’d just entered, muttering a quick “I’ve got this” to Robin as he went, leaving her to finish your transaction.
“Unbelievable,” she chuckled.
“He’s funny,” you told her. Robin felt a strange pang of jealousy at this, despite knowing full well that Steve was funny. Why was she jealous? She’d only just met you, and yet, she was feeling things on a level comparable to crushes she previously held for years.
“Yeah...Yeah, he is,” Robin forced out an awkward chuckle, finishing the payment and handing you your receipt. Her smile was slightly forced now as she began to feel nervous in your presence, and what you did next did not calm her, and yet she was so thankful you did it.
“Thank you,” you smiled, brushing your fingers against hers as you retrieved the stack of videos. You placed them in your bag and we’re just about to walk away before remembering, “Oh! I’ll probably bring these back next Tuesday morning, Will you be working then?”
Robin nodded quickly, when in truth she had no idea what she was doing on Tuesday.
“Cool,” you nodded, “Reckon you could keep an eye out for anything you think I might like then? If that dingus has got such bad taste like you say, maybe you could do better?” You gave a flirtatious smirk, though Robin would never think it was intentional. Truth is, you couldn’t help it. Robin was pretty and you wanted to come back and see her, and you really enjoyed how easily flustered you were making her.
“Yeah, okay. I can do that, I mean I’ll do my best.” Robin looks determined. “Tuesday morning?”
You laugh, beginning to walk towards the stores exit. “Yes, Tuesday morning. I’ll see you then,” you call over your shoulder.
Robin bit her lip, cogs already whirring in her head of what she should pick out for you.
Shit. She had no idea what you liked! By the time she thought to ask, the bell on the door had rang and you were long gone. She felt this strange sensation tugging at her stomach, the need to impress you and do a good job.
So, she went to Steve and asked him to share what you two spoke about.
“I dunno, she liked Goonies, Breakfast Club, Back to the future...”
“Steve, everyone likes those films. They’re just a standard to let you know if a human being is a psychopath or not. I’d be worried if she didn’t like them.”
“Come on, Rob, I’ll pick some for you.”
“No! No... No, I wanna pick them,” Robin quickly interjected, fiddling with her hands.
Steve squinted his eyes at her. “Robin,” he began teasingly, “I know you want to impress the pretty girl-“
“What?! No, I actually just want to do my job-“ she laughed, covering her obvious embarrassment.
“Oh really?” Steve raised his eyebrows at her with a smirk. “I suppose you won’t want her number then...”
Robin moved closer to Steve so she could whisper, not wanting to attract attention about her sexuality.
“Steve, there’s no way she likes girls, and even if she did, she wouldn’t be interested in me, she just wants-“
“Robin, she told me to-“
“She’s just going to come back on Tuesday, pick up some movies and go again. Nothing else is going to happen, not that I want anything else to happen, it’s cool, I’m cool about it-“
“Robin listen-“
“I mean she’s really pretty, like super pretty, and if she were into me then it would be like a dream, cause she’s-“
“Robin!” Steve shouted, then suddenly look around to check if anyone was watching. “Sorry,” he whispered, “but she gave me her number!” Steve looked expectantly at Robin who simply bit her lip.
“Oh... That’s great Steve...”
“Not for me, dufus.” Steve playfully hit her on the arm, digging through his pockets for a scrunched up piece of paper. “She asked me to give you this.”
It wasn’t often that this happened, but Robin Buckley was lost for words.
“Dude, she’s totally into you,” Steve whipsered. Robin didn’t respond. “Hello? Earth to Robin, can you hear me?” He waved his hands in front of her face to which she promptly swatted them away.
“Yeah, I heard you! I’m just...”
“Do you want my advice?”
Robin looked at him, disgusted. “No, thanks. I’d be better off taking advice from literally anyone else.”
Steve looked offended. “Hey, you don’t have to take my advice but just hear me out.”
Robin huffed and crossed her arms.
Steve spoke softly, “Pick out some films you like too, cause you’ll probably end up watching them together.”
“Steve...”
“Like at her house.”
“That’s not happening.”
“You, in a girls house, with a girl, who likes you-“
“I get it, Steve!” Robin burst out laughing.
Over the course of the next week, Robin thought long and hard about the movies she picked out for you. She stuck post it notes to each one to rank them and sort through at a later date, as she knew she’d choose entirely too many to begin with. Some of the notes were simply things like “Classic, can’t go wrong”, but some were more specific, like noting the similarity in your fashion sense with one of the characters, so you’d probably like the films vibe.
On the Monday, Robin began to doubt herself. What if you weren’t coming in tomorrow and she was getting all worked up for nothing? Robin wasn’t meant to work on that Tuesday so she swapped her shift to ensure she’d see you, but even still, she was worried. The crumpled piece of paper with your number on sat nearly on her desk. After what felt like hours of contemplation, she decided to dial your number.
It rang, and it rang, and it ra-
“Hello?” It was you. Without a doubt.
“Hey,” Robin sighed with relief. “Its Robin, from Family Video?” She bit her lip nervously.
“Hey Robin from Family video,” you chuckled. “What a pleasant surprise to hear your voice on this miserable Monday. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m okay.” She let out a worried breath.
“Im still planning on stopping by the store tomorrow. What time do you finish?”
“Um, 4 I think?”
“4? Hm, okay. Well there’s this guy down the road that sells hot chocolate until 4:30, so if you’re quick getting out then maybe you’d wanna come with me?”
“Woah...I mean, yeah. Totally.”
“Yeah? Awesome. If you’re interested, you could come and hang at mine after. If you wanna watch any of the films you picked me, we could do that. Or just chill...”
Robin felt a surge of confidence. Whether or not you wanted to go on a walk to get hot chocolate and watch a film together in a romantic way was... debatable. I mean, who’s to say? Friends can do that too, right? But anyway, regardless of your intentions being platonic or romantic, you clearly wanted to hang out with Robin, and that made her so happy.
“I’d love to. Sounds totally awesome.” Robin beamed.
The very next day, Robin made an extra effort with her appearance for work, not that she wanted to impress you or anything... When she heard the bell ring on the door, she couldn’t contain her excitement. Her stomach was fluttering and her heart was caught in her throat.
You looked amazing as you approached the counter.
“Your face is nice,” Robin blurted out.
You laughed, “Thankyou, Robin. So is yours.”
“Uh, so,” Robin reached under the counter and revealed a big stack of tapes, “I got these for you. Obviously you don’t need all of these, I just wanted to give you some choice. Like these ones sort of seem like they would be your thing, just from like your outfits and style, but also I saw you looking in the horror section for a while so I picked a couple of these out-”
“I like your voice,” you interjected. “I could listen to you talk about movies all night.”
Robin was hugely taken aback. Lost for words once again. “Oh, really? Most people tell me the opposite...”
“Well, they’re stupid. Anyone would be lucky to spend a night with you,” you spoke lowly, hoping Robin would get the hint that you liked her.
Robin giggled awkwardly. “So, uh, are there any you liked?” She asked excitedly, gesturing to the stack.
“You did a good job,” you began. “I saw this one when it first came out and loved it. Like I was literally obsessed for 2 months straight.”
“Really? Wow, okay. I didn’t do bad then.”
“Not bad at all,” you smiled. “So, you think you’re brave enough for one of these horrors?”
“What? Me?” Robin sounded so shocked, almost as if you hadn’t literally asked her about this the day before.
“Yeah, wanna come watch one after we get a hot chocolate? If you’re still down.”
“Oh, I’m totally down,” Robin added eagerly. “I’m just a bit of a baby when it comes to horror.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” you smiled. “You can hold my hand if you get scared.”
Once again you made her completely lost for words. All Robin could offer in response was blushes.
Robin collected her things together and signed off from her shift. You walked side by side in the cool evening air, your knuckles occasionally brushing against each other. It was dark, winter growing nearer, and you could feel Robin shivering next to you as you stood in line for hot chocolate.
“You know,” you leaned in close to her, “you don’t just have to watch a horror film with me to get to hold my hand.”
Robin couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t happening. All she could say was a small “Okay” and blush. You simply smirked and rocked back and forth on your heels.
Robin bit her lip, deep in thought, wondering whether or not she should say what she was thinking. You looked at her with a bright smile.
“Okay, can I just ask you something?” she rambles. You nod as she continues, whispering, “I just want to make sure, cause like, you can never be totally sure, but when you say you wanna hold my hand, are talking like, two friends holding hands or...”
You laugh softly. “You’re adorable, Robin. You know I think that of you, right?”
Robin shakes her head.
“I think you’re gorgeous, Robin, and I want to hold your hand.”
“As... as a friend, or?”
“Well, as a friend for now, but, I like girls. And I like you.”
“Oh,” Robin whispers. She bites her lip, staring into your gorgeous eyes.
Your little moment is cut short by the hot chocolate man announcing your order. You retrieve the drinks and head off towards the winding roads to your house.
On your walk, Robin finds plenty to fill the silence with, and you listen in wonder. She speaks of the first time she remembers trying hot chocolate, what she wanted for Christmas, the skating rink she went to with Steve last year... Neither of you stopped smiling the whole way back.
You both stopped outside your house, rummaging through your pockets to find your keys.
“Uh... we might have an issue,” you began.
“What’s wrong?” Robin asked.
“Nothing major, just not entirely sure where my keys are...” You trailed off.
Both of you stood looking at each other expectantly, before Robin cracked a smile, you both then bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. As if drunk on laughter, Robin slumped her head onto your shoulder as your giggles continued.
“All we’ve done is walk home!” Robin laughed.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been distracted by this pretty girl,” you offered shyly.
Robin pulled her head back to look at you. You were both stood so close you could feel her warm breath. Robin spoke lowly with a raspy edge to her voice.
“Oh, don’t you try and charm me now you’ve got me stuck in the cold,” she teased.
Her nose was bright pink from the cold and you could hear her teeth chattering. “Robin, you’re freezing!” You instinctively raised your hands to cup her face, earning a gasp from Robin.
“Oh...” she whispered. Your thumbs gently began to stroke her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Robs, my brother lives round the corner and he’s got a spare key.” You barely had to whisper, so close to each other you could hear even the tiniest of noises from each other's bodies.
“Okay, I’m sure I’ll survive until then... Probably,” she giggled. You couldn’t help but giggle with her and came to rest your forehead against hers.
“Robin,” you whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
And that was all she needed to hear before closing the gap, gently moving her lips in time with yours, not a care in the world as to who was around. It was dark and cold and she needed to feel you. You felt safe as you gently kissed at her soft lips. You both could’ve kissed for hours until the two of you got frostbite. After what felt like years of being entwined, her hands resting gently on your hips and yours still cupping her blushing cheeks, you pulled away to catch a breath. As you looked at her in that moment, you hoped to God and all things mighty that you would get to do that again and again and again until the very day you died.
Summary: You’ve been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent for many years now, but recently you’ve been on more and more missions with the Avengers, and so Fury decided it was time for you to move to the team’s wing in the tower. You are welcomed by everyone but there is just one person you still haven’t met. Bucky Barnes. You’ve heard so many stories about him, but he kept very much to himself. You decided to make it your mission to make Bucky feel as welcomed as you did, and so it all began with a note...
Warnings: Mentions of a nightmare, but other than that just fluff!
A/N: I haven’t really proof read this so there will be mistakes lol. Believe it or not this began with a drabble and I simply got carried away... This is more than I’ve written for uni in 2 years... Enjoy
Bucky kept to himself. Everyone knew that and no one really minded. Steve tried to encourage him to join in and socialise, but deep down he knew that Bucky was content on his own. Or at least, that’s what he thought.
The truth was, Bucky didn’t know what made him feel better. The team had all had time to bond long before he came along, so it makes sense to feel a little left out during meetings and around the building. Everyone had this sort of unspoken routine, these intimate little moments between friends. The handshakes, the knowing looks, the inside jokes. Bucky didn’t have any of that. Years ago he might’ve done with Steve, but over the years he had lost a part of himself. A very big part of himself. The part of him that could smoothly initiate a friendship or seduce any girl he wanted. Gone. And he was okay with that, he supposed. Nothing had come around to change his mind. He just kept to himself and left everyone be. Did he miss the person he used to be? He wasn’t quite sure anymore.
You moved into the compound 3 weeks ago (Officially, at least. You’d been crashing on the sofa so much after missions and movie nights that you practically lived there already.) Wanda was already your best friend and had been for the past year or so, so you didn’t have any trouble settling in and feeling at home.
You stood amongst the vast greenery surrounding the compound. In the distance you could hear some younger S.H.I.E.L.D agents playing football. Imagine, a whole day of physical activity, training until your muscles throbbed and screamed for mercy, and with your very little precious free time you choose... More exercise? You chuckled to yourself, remembering your very same eagerness just a few years prior. The past few years on the field had seen you fly up the ranks, catching the attention of only the highest agents and directors. Fury soon began assigning you to more intense missions, and you had even had the chance to work alongside some of the Avengers. A mission for intel in Italy was your favourite – that’s where you first met Wanda. After the job was done, you found a 24/7 coffee shop and talked and talked until the sun rose. Still jetlagged, the night was filled with giggles and a happiness that neither of you had felt in a very long time. From there, an inseparable bond was formed.
You weren’t quite sure what they saw in you, but Fury seemed certain that you were something special, and it didn’t take long before Cap wanted you on the team.
It had been a long day hauling your things to the Avengers wing. Your room was huge, towering glass windows letting in the gorgeous evening rays. A warm glow revealed fluttering dust particles as you dropped onto your bed. You were exhausted. You could feel every damn muscle in your body aching for sleep, but the more pressing matter was in your stomach. You were hungry, and I mean really damn hungry.
Trudging down to the kitchen, you were startled by Wanda who jumped out to tickle your sides.
“Wanda, stop it!” you laughed.
“You get everything up there okay?” she asked.
You nodded and smiled, linking your arm around hers and leading her into the kitchen.
Steve sat at the table flicking through a newspaper. Some things just never leave you... He looked up and beamed. “Agent.”
“Captain,” you smiled.
Wanda and you rootled through the cupboards and threw together a very haphazard pasta bake. You didn’t care about the mismatched spices and ingredients, you were just so happy to be there and so glad to have some food after a long day.
As the evening passed, you stayed in the communal area and introduced yourself to all the faces that passed through. Some familiar faces from previous missions, some just faces you’d seen on the news. Bruce rushed in and made a pot noodle, uttering a quick ‘Hello, nice to meet you’ and offering a timid smile before scuttling off back to his lab. He seemed very busy but you still felt welcomed by his brief visit. You’d met Sam a couple times before, but his friendly pat on the back was unexpected. He seemed genuinely pleased to see you, and you couldn’t have been happier. Tony had already given you a stupid nickname and Nat had already made a bet she could pin you down in the ring. The room was buzzing with friendly faces and life.
There was just one person that you hadn’t met. It was for the best, that’s what he thought.
Earlier, Steve knocked on Bucky’s door.
“What do you want?” Bucky grumbled. He could hear Steve laugh from behind the door.
“Missed you too, Buck.” Steve stepped through the door. Bucky was sat on his bed watching one of the many films Steve had tasked him with catching up on. He wasn’t really paying attention and his mind was elsewhere, but at least Steve might think he was getting better, you know? Getting back to who he used to be.
“I just came to remind you that Agent Y/N will be here soon. It just could be nice if-“
“Could be nice if I spent some time with everyone. Yeah, yeah I know.” Bucky frowned.
“Come on, Buck. It’s not that bad-“
“Steve. I know. It’s okay. I just don’t wanna intrude.”
“Bucky, this is your home too. You have every right-“ Steve sighed. “Will you just consider it? You might like her.”
Bucky took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I’ll consider it.”
Everyone had gone to bed except you and Steve. He was drinking some Asgardian mead that Thor had recently gifted him. It was a celebration, after all. A welcome party. Still, Cap was hardly drunk – barely even tipsy, but he’d had enough to be feeling nostalgic and so you listened with utmost curiosity.
He told you stories of the war, previous missions, and then... Bucky.
“What’s he like?” You asked.
Steve paused for a few seconds, deep in thought. He was choosing his words carefully. “He’s...Well, he’s Bucky.” You both laughed.
“I’m guessing he’s not a people person,” you said, mainly to yourself.
“He used to be, but he’s been through a lot. He’s changed a lot. I just think he’s out of practice.” You nodded along, listening intently to Steve’s words. “He’s alright with me, and Sam when they’re not arguing like kids. He says he doesn’t wanna intrude. He’s not been made to feel very welcomed since...well...”
“I understand,” you nodded, a new feeling of determination brewing deep in your stomach. The stories Steve told you of Bucky made him seem incredible and you so desperately wanted to meet him. No one deserves to feel unwelcome in their own home, and especially not someone as special sounding as Bucky.
So, it became your mission. Your own, secret, silly little mission.
And it all began with a note.
Knock knock knock.
Bucky heard the light patter of unfamiliar feet padding away down the hallway. He frowned before spotting a small, folded piece of paper slipped under his door. Rising slowly and cautiously, he crept towards the door and examined the piece of paper.
“hey! I’m y/n, I’ve moved in just round the corner (room 7!), I hope to see you around sometime!! :) ”
It was just a small gesture, something to make sure he knew he could approach you. You didn’t know whether it would make any difference at all, but you felt it was important to do something at least. What you didn’t realise was just how much of a difference that small note was going to make.
Bucky neatly folded it up, making sure not to create any new creases that weren’t already there, before placing it in the top drawer beside his bed. His room still remained fairly empty, presumably out of habit. For years he’d had everything ready to up and run at any given moment. Now that he was safe and stationed somewhere he could make home, most things seemed silly to cling on to. This note, however, seemed important.
As you slipped into your room following your silly little mission, you smiled and began to get ready for bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling the sensations in your tipsy brain now dwindling as you brushed your teeth and wriggled into something more comfortable. The satisfaction you felt becoming engulfed by your covers was like nothing else. The aches and thoughts of the day washing away as sleep took over you.
A few hours later whilst the moonlight crept into your room, you awoke to a faint noise. It only lasted for some brief moments, but you were frozen. You knew the sound instantly; the scream of a nightmare. It didn’t take a genius to work out who it might be. So, although sleep wrapped itself around your shivery body, you trudged to the kitchen with a blanket slung over your shoulder and prepared yourself to make an introduction.
The sight you came across was both heart breaking and breath taking. You’ve heard all kinds of stories about Bucky Barnes from all kinds of people. The stories of the soldier from the press, the stories from Cap about his childhood best friend, the Smithsonian's stories of The Howling Commandos. Now, though, it was time for your story to begin, and my oh my what a glorious sight. Clad in extremely flattering sweatpants and a baggy red henley, Bucky stood gazing out of the kitchen window. His eyes were reddened and wet from crying, but there was something about the way he was standing which just made you feel something, although you were not yet sure what that was.
You cleared your throat slightly. “Hi,” you croaked, sleep still laced heavy in your words. Bucky didn’t move. “If you want to be on your own, that’s okay. I just wanted to introduce myself.” Bucky now turned round to meet your gaze. God, he’s pretty. You gave him the most confident smile you could muster, despite the fluttering in your tummy, and continued to speak. “I hope you didn’t mind the note. It's just, I didn’t want to bother you, but also, I really wanted to meet you. I’ve just heard so much about you.”
Bucky dropped his head towards the floor. Shit. You’ve heard about The Solider, and you’ve heard about The White Wolf, but that’s not what you meant.
“Steve told me you once won 6 prizes in a row on a coconut shy at a carnival that you got banned from the stall,” you added quickly.
Bucky froze. Did you say something wrong? You hoped not, but then, you heard the most glorious sound. He laughed. You just made Bucky fucking Barnes and my god it felt good.
“That’s what you’ve heard?” he laughed. It sounded unfamiliar to him, so used to keeping himself monotonous and guarded.
“Yeah,” you began to recall your earlier conversation with Steve, “and you used to flirt with the girls at the theatre to sneak you and Steve in for free.”
Bucky was beaming. “Yeah, I did.” You both looked at each other for a few moments, and then began to laugh.
A sizzling noise pulled you from your laughter. “I also heard you were a terrible cook...”
Bucky followed your eyes to the toaster where smoke began to rise. “Ah, shit,” he whispered.
You helped him to rescue the burnt toast, scraping as much of the charred crumbs into the bin as you could. You passed him the butter and watched as he gently spread it on. Both of you sat on bar stools as he ate his toast, and you chomped on an open bag of crisps Sam left on the side earlier.
Bucky broke the silence. “Did I wake you?” He didn’t make eye contact.
“Yes,” you mumbled through a mouthful of crisps. The corners of his mouth turned up at this. You were clearly unbothered, swinging your legs off the high stool. “It’s a good job though, you’d have probably burned the whole building down if I hadn’t have come in here.”
“Hey, that’s not true,” he mock argued. “You distracted me, I swear.”
You leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “You think I’m distracting, Barnes?” You smirked.
Then you saw it. Just a small glimpse, but it was there. The twinkle in the eye, the corners of his mouth tugging into a cheeky smirk. That’s the Bucky that Steve told you about. The people person, the ladies' man. You needed more.
Bucky stood up to put his plate in the dishwasher, and then awkwardly leaned against the counter, arms folded in front of his chest. You took this as your cue that he was finished with your little meeting, and so you hopped down from the stool.
“Will I see you in the light of day, or do you just emerge under the cover of darkness?” you teased.
Bucky chuckled. “Usually just darkness,” he smiled, “but I guess I could make an exception for you.”
You sighed happily. “Good, ‘cause I really like sleep.” He seemed so amused by you. The way you spoke, how you moved, the way you were paying him such personal attention. You must just feel sorry for him, that’s what he thought. This couldn’t be genuine interest in him, I mean, did you even know who he was. He knew you must’ve done, and yet you still wanted to make him feel welcome.
He realised he was staring and cleared his throat. “Sleep’s nice.” What was he even saying?!
“Yeah, sleep’s nice,” you chuckled. “I hope you get some rest.”
Bucky nodded and you swivelled on your fluffy socks to leave the room. Just as you reached the door, you turned at his voice.
“Thank you,” he spoke. You frowned, tilting your head.
“What for-”
“The note,” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t mind. It was nice. Real nice.” He offered you a sheepish, tight-lipped smile.
You nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning, Bucky.”
And then you left.
You slipped back into your bedroom and felt the calls of your bed dragging you down. The comfort of your blankets wrapped you up once again and welcomed you back to sleep. Mere moments after you were pulled under, a small note was slid under your door. Brave enough to send a response, but not quite brave enough to do it when you had the capacity to open the door and face him. He’d waited until he heard your breathing slow, took a deep breath, and slipped it under, before silently retreating to his room.
You’d find it in the morning, and from then, a tradition would be born. Bucky would keep each note from you in the drawer beside his bed, and you kept his in a neat pile on your desk. You both slipped them under your doors at random points through the week, whenever you had something to say. They were usually trivial and silly, like “cookies in the kitchen me n wanda made, promise they’re not poisoned ;)” or “sam’s forcing me to go for a run at 5am, please save me.”
Bucky began to come out of his shell more, and you managed to encourage him to roam the communal areas during sociable hours of the day. Of course, everyone was polite and welcoming, and this took Bucky by surprise, but you knew they all would be. He made small talk with the team and Sam took his teasing to a whole new level, but he was different with you. You continued to leave each other notes and bump into each other at ridiculous times during the night, but it was no longer polite small talk with you. Bucky was playful and teasing, chatty and handsome.
You spoke about everything imaginable. From stories of the past to your greatest fears. You told him all about your training with S.H.I.E.L.D and he listened closely, eager to learn everything about you. Although he was reluctant at first, you asked him questions about before the war. At first he just elaborated on things Steve already told you, but then he became unstoppable. He’d talk for hours about his Mum and his childhood, finding a strange comfort and calm in your eyes as you watched him ramble. He felt safe talking to you, whether it was after a nightmare in the kitchen, or after all the team had left to go to bed after a movie night.
Tonight, you were sure would end up exactly like that. The team settled down to watch some shitty Netflix romcom Wanda had already watched twice that week. Nat was wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by snacks that she’d guard with her life. You just knew that Sam would later lean over in an attempt to sneak a Dorito, but he’d promptly get a smack and a glare from Nat. Wanda was on a big bean bag with vision perched behind her, gently stroking her hair. Tony fiddled with the projector as you entered the room and looked for a place to sit. A big space was left on one side of the sofa. Perfect. You made sure to sit with a gap to your left, knowing that bucky liked being by the arm rest.
Your calm demeanour soon disappeared as the two boys finally joined. You and Nat both clocked Sam’s subtle nudge on Bucky’s shoulder as he looked in the direction of the spot right next to you. Nat gave you a knowing smirk. She’d confronted you about your blatantly obvious feelings for Bucky weeks ago. Nat knew before you even knew you liked him.
Everyone was staring, so Bucky cleared his throat and headed towards you. He looked amazing. Not that he didn’t always look amazing, but something was different. Had he done something to his hair? This is definitely a new shirt. Was that aftershave you could smell?
“Can I sit here?” Bucky pointed to the side with the armrest.
“Yeah, yeah! Of course, Buck.”
He settled down next to you and you soon realised you should’ve left a bigger gap. You forgot just how muscly his thighs were, but boy oh boy you weren’t going to forget now you could feel them tensing against the side of your leg.
“Are you cold, Y/N?” Nat asked.
“Hm? No-”
Nat glared at you.
“I mean-”
“Here, have this,” she smiled, throwing the blanket towards you both. You looked at Bucky, expecting him to be uncomfortable, but the sight you came across was very different. That twinkle in his eye, he was trying not to laugh. You frowned up at him, but after gazing into his eyes for a few moments you relaxed. He held the blanket up and you nodded as he adjusted it to cover you both fully.
As the film went on, you did your very best to relax into his soft touch beside you, but he just smelled so fucking good and he was just so big and you could feel his muscular thighs and... Bucky was sneaking glances at you. Whenever you laughed or hid behind your hands from cringe, when you’d comment on the awful acting or try not to laugh at Wanda’s reactions, he would glance down at you with the brightest smile. You tried to pretend that you didn’t notice, but the blush creeping up your cheeks told him otherwise.
About half way through the film, you had completely settled into his touch before noticing his hand moving absentmindedly along your arm. Fingertips trailing along your soft skin, you bit your lip trying so hard to play it cool and not giggle like a teenager. Bucky trailed his hand down towards yours to which you gladly accepted and intertwined your fingers with his. Despite their initial scepticism, everyone was now engrossed in the film. Well, everyone except you and Bucky. Bucky leaned into your ear and whispered to you. “Am I distracting you, Agent Y/L/N?”
“Shut up,” you whispered. Bucky stifled a laugh as you felt your phone buzz.
Nat: ARE YOU GOING TO KISS HIM OR WHAT ???
You rolled your eyes and squeezed Bucky’s hand, returning your attention to the film.
Not long later, Bucky leaned in once again. “You still watching this?”
“Please tell me this is an invitation to do something more fun,” you whispered.
Bucky paused for a second and took a couple of deep breaths. “Wanna go for a walk?”
You couldn’t contain your grin. “Yes, please.”
You felt disappointment wash over you as Bucky dropped your hand and stood at once, however this sadness quickly vanished when he picked up the blanket and offered you his other hand to guide you out of the room and over the lazily strewn bodies of the team. You clung onto him tightly as you wobbled over a bowl of popcorn, trying to be as quiet as you could leaving the room.
Bucky led you in a comfortable silence to the closest exit, draping the blanket over your shoulders as you stepped into the cool nights breeze. You whispered your thanks before he led you further into the woodland area of the compound. He looked like he had a plan. “I do hope you’re not leading me to my death, Barnes,” you teased. He stopped and turned to face you. Bucky took your other hand in his and brought them both to his mouth, looking you dead in the eye before kissing them both individually. Your breathing quickened and in that very moment you just knew, Bucky Barnes knew exactly the hold he had on you. He knew you were smitten, and he undoubtedly was too. You assumed Sam had given him a pep talk, telling him to brush up a bit, which would explain the outfit and divine new cologne. Not that he needed to change anything to make you want him, but there was just something about Bucky making an effort for you, trying to impress you and muster up the courage to take you on a walk, that’s the Bucky Cap told you stories of.
“Are you cold?” Bucky’s smooth voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“A little,” you nodded, “but I’m okay.”
“I wanted to show you something. I think you might like it.”
“Okay.”
He looked towards an area of the woodland that was littered with nettles and puddles and mud. The remnants of a flood in a hollow. “But we’ve gotta go through there to get to it.”
You laughed. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.” He looked down at your shoes. “They might be a problem.” Fluffy grey slippers. Bucky thinks for a moment, then has an idea. He stepped towards you and cupped your face between his hands. “Do you trust me, Y/N?”
“Yes,” you whispered hoarsely. Then, before you could process what's happening, a grin spread across his face and Bucky swooped you up into his arms. You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. “Oh my god Bucky, please don’t drop me.”
“I’m not gunna drop you, doll. Don’t you worry about your fluffy little slippers either.”
“Shut up.”
Bucky laughed and carried you over the damp grass until you reached a beautiful clearing. Gently, he lowered you to the ground, but your arms remained tightly around his neck as his did your waist. All that could be heard was the distant hooting of an owl and the trickle of water.
“Aren’t you going to look at what I came to show you?” he laughed.
You were gazing up at him and feigned annoyance before dropping your arms. “I suppose...”
You took a step back to take in your surroundings. Holy shit it was beautiful. A small pond amongst a clearing in the trees. The moon shone down casting gorgeous glimmering reflections across the water. You looked up, a vast sea of stars enveloping this lovely little world you’d happened upon. It was so quiet and felt so different from the building you were in not long ago.
Bucky watched you in awe. He stumbled upon this area a few months ago when he couldn’t sleep. One of the many things he didn’t like about the modern world was light pollution, but somehow, this little area always had an amazing view of the brightest stars. Something in him just told him that you’d love it. And you did.
“Bucky... this is amazing...I don’t know what to say.” You continued to look around, counting all of the stars you could see above you. A warm hand intertwined itself with yours as Bucky joined you by your side.
“I just thought you might like it,” he shrugged. “Made me think of you, its just pretty and quiet and feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when I’m here.” He looked at you filled with nothing but adoration.
“Thank you for showing me, Buck.”
“S’alright, doll,” he smiled.
You blushed at the name. “I like that.”
Bucky laughed. “Alright, noted.”
Bucky adjusted the blanket to keep you covered and as warm as he could, pulling you closer into a hug. You hummed as he rested his chin on your head and gently trailed his hands up and down your back. No words needed to be said in that moment. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, neither of you even noticed the silence that stretched between you, it was just nice to be in each other's arms.
After a few minutes, Bucky broke the silence. “I don’t think I could score me and Steve theatre tickets these days.” You wondered where he was going with this, pulling away and looking into his eyes with curiosity. “When you wrote me that note, and all you’d heard of me was stories, did you expect me to be like this?”
You were confused. “I’m not sure. I guess I just expected a big mixture of all the things I’d heard...maybe? I don’t know what I expected, why are you-”
“I’m not who I used to be, is what I’m trying to say.” Bucky’s breaths were shaky as he spoke.
“That’s okay, you don’t have-”
“But I want to be. At least a little.” You listened as he spoke. “I don’t think I could waltz into a theatre and flirt my way to some free tickets anymore, but I think... there are some things I think I miss.”
“What sort of things?” you asked.
His gorgeous smiled returned as his confidence built. “Did Steve tell you anything about my dancing?”
You giggled, “No, no he didn’t.”
Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m starting to feel like me again,” Bucky began, “and it’s all cause of you, Y/N.” You cupped his face gently. “When I look at you, I feel like I did back then, before the war. I don’t think I’ll ever fully be able to be like that again, but I really wanna be.” You smiled, finally understanding what he was trying to tell you. He was beaming now. “I wanna take you dancin’, doll.”
You giggled as he grabbed your hand and twirled you around, the moonlight you stood beneath casting shadows across the dips in his face. You stared in wonder as he pulled you close, gently swaying you side to side. “I wanna take you dancing and out for dinner. I wanna win you prizes at a carnival and hold your hand wherever we go, and I might be a little rusty with it all, but I finally feel like I’ve got a reason to try, you know?”
You nodded and gave a big, cheesy grin. “I’d like that a lot, Buck.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you laughed.
And at that brief confession of reciprocated desires, Bucky asked a question he’s wanted to ask for a few weeks now. A few weeks of silly notes and learning each others routines, a few weeks of late night conversations and stories, and a few weeks of falling in love. Not just with the stories and versions of each other told by the team or S.H.I.E.L.D files, the versions of you that you shared with each other.
“Can I kiss you?” Bucky whispered.
You nodded with a small smile.
Bucky lowered his head, hands cupping your cold cheeks before pressing his lips gently to yours. You kissed him back and gripped onto his shirt, lips moving in unison and only parting for small breaths and unstoppable smiles. The kiss remained gentle but grew more and more sure as you moved closer into each other's embrace. Buckys thumb stroked your cheek and his other hand reached round to your hair, softly running his fingers through the strands.
Finally, you separated. Foreheads resting against each other, smiles wide and giggles aplenty. You’d be disappointed that the kiss was over if you didn’t expect there to be more, but as Bucky looked into your eyes you just knew, the two of you had so much more to come...
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