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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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Curly Girl

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: Steve sees you with your hair down for the first time and insists you have curly hair... and that he should style it for you.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings/tags: Some skin to skin contact, but this is all super fluff.

A/N: I diffused my curls the other night and got this idea when I realized I was out of hair spray lol haven't posted my fanfics before but I figured I should start. Thanks for reading ❤️

No matter if it was hot or cold out, you always found a way to wear your hair up…. Except today you were about to compromise. The day was especially frigid and just breezy enough to freeze your ears to the point they hurt. To add to it the sun wasn't even out AND you forgot your scarf. A shiver struck down your spine, violent enough to catch Steve's attention next to you as he walked you home from work.

He sighed, dejected, and began stripping his jacket off. "Look I told you, just take my coat-"

"I don't need the coat, Steve," You insisted as you attempted to stuff your neck into your own jacket. It didn't work, the jacket barely had any collar to snuggle into and no hood. "I need a scarf…. Or a hat."

"Damn, I knew I should've driven today," He muttered.

"But I like walking with you."

Steve shook his head, a knowing smile on his face. "You're miserable."

"I was late, okay? I know exactly where my scarf is at home too. Besides, I can manage." You replied. Another breeze bit at your face and made you wince. Everything seemingly against you, you gave in and reached up to take out the neat bun resting at the back of your head. Funnily enough, getting the bun just right was what had made you late that morning.

You used your finger tips to loosen your roots and let your hair fall down over your ears. You could tell just by feeling it that it had gone frizzy again, the dry winter air definitely not helping matters. To try and retain some heat you pressed your hair to your ears with your palms.

Steve gazed over at you and realized your hair was longer than he had initially thought. "I don't think I've ever seen you with it down." You heard him say, muffled slightly by your hands.

You turned slightly and looked at him. "Well mom won't let me cut it and it's always frizzy anyway. Trust me, I wouldn't have it down right now if my ears didn't feel like they were about to fall off," You chuckled, beginning to get self conscious as you pet it down a bit.

"It's probably because you have curly hair," He replied without missing a beat.

You pointed a baffled expression at him. "Huh?"

"The frizz," he gestured towards his own hair, "It's probably because your hair is curly."

You laughed sardonically. "Steve, I don't have curly hair, it's just damaged."

"What do you mean, I see it trying to curl right here," He argued as he reached over and tugged at a piece of your hair in the back. "And here," He tugged another.

You batted his hand away half heartedly. "Shut up, no it's not." You replied with a smile, however there was a tinge of seriousness behind it. You hadn't had curly hair a day in your life, just frizz and troubles. The fact that your mother never commented on it either sealed your conviction as well.

Steve's face lit up suddenly and he sped up to be slightly in front of you as you two walked. "I can prove it!" He exclaimed with a goofy grin and a sparkle in his eye. "Let me do your hair."

Your head swerved back in surprise. "Do my hair?"

"Yeah! I'm like 99.999% positive you have curly hair just waiting to bounce up and frame that face of yours."

You gave him a skeptical look. "Yeah right."

"Listen-" He shuffled in front of you, making you both stop on the sidewalk, "I’m so positive we can just make it a bet."

You smirked and crossed your arms, leaning over on one leg. You liked the sound of that, now it was a game. "Alright, fine. You lose and you have to…” You pondered for a moment, trying to think of something you would pay to see. Then it comes to you. “You have to run around your block in nothing but your underwear.” A little dumb, but it was on the spot. Plus it was something you would find hilarious... and you also wouldn’t mind admiring the sight of him doing that from afar.

Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. “Seriously?”

You nodded once. “And you have to jump in the pool after.”

He put his hands up, stopping you from adding anything else. “Okay, sure, sure,” His eyes were wide and he shook his head exasperated. Now you really hoped he couldn’t make your hair curl naturally. “But if you lose,” He continued and pointed a finger in your face. “You have to go on at least one date with me.”

You raise a brow at him incredulously. This wasn’t the first time he’s asked you this. The amount of times you’ve rejected him could fill up a notebook as this point. It wasn’t because you didn’t like him or weren’t attracted to him though, quite the opposite in fact. But you had told him before and you would tell him again: You don’t want a relationship to ruin the friendship. You didn’t want to take any chances when it came to possibly losing him. The scar on your arm from battling demo-dogs with him was evidence of that.

But if you lost… a single date couldn’t hurt. It was only one, right?

He held your gaze while you thought it over. “What’d’ya say?” He asked like you both had nothing to lose.

You pulled your fingers down along your frizzy hair, which was growing worse by the second. There’s no way you had curly hair.

“You’re insufferable, Harrington…. Deal.”

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The water felt magical on your face and ears as it cascaded down, covering you in a blanket of calm and warmth. You could finally feel your ears again and the weight of the grime from work was finally off your shoulders.

“Hey,” A voice from the door drifted through the steam to you, “Be sure that when you get out you don’t use the towel to dry your hair, just leave it dripping wet.”

“Okay,” You called back.

“And remember to let that conditioner sit in your hair for a while.”

“I know.”

“Oh and brushing it out while you’re in the shower with the conditioner on is better-”

“Steve, I know!” You laughed. He already gave you this run down before you got in his shower. “You’re a control freak, you know that?”

“The process is important!” He whined back at you. “If you mess up the process your side of the bet is null and void and I win by default!”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight a smile from spreading across your face. You turned, putting down the comb and rinsed out the conditioner Steve had gotten for you. Running your hands through it you noticed a foreign smoothness in the texture. Your fingers glided through the strands more easily, but you couldn’t tell if that was from the brushing you just did or the conditioner.

Finally satisfied with the time spent warming up and treating your hair, you got out of the shower, dried, and began to put on your clean clothes. You weren’t about to put on your work outfit back on until you absolutely had to, so when you had gotten home earlier you grabbed a new set and went to the store with Steve for the conditioner.

Once dressed, you opened the door and felt a blast of fresh, cool air hit your face. Your new shirt was already soaked at the shoulders considering you hadn’t yet tried to dry your hair yet, per Steve’s instruction.

“Alright, dingus, I’m ready.”

Immediately Steve appeared in the doorway. “About time! The whole town’s probably out of hot water ‘cause of you,” He muttered, but the glee clearly written on his face told you he was genuinely excited to work his magic.

After wiping down the mirror from condensation, he grabbed hold of your wet shoulders and turned you away from the mirror. “You’re not allowed to look till I’m done.”

You scoffed “And what if I do?”

“Null and void,” He he sang into your ear with a cheeky grin. “Now flip your hair forward so your hair is hanging down.”

You did so, happy to get it off your soaked shoulders. You had no idea what he was doing and you could have sworn he was using one of his t-shirts to dry your hair, but you said nothing. At this point he was going through so much trouble that you wanted it to both succeed and fail.

Mousse squelched into his palm and you could hear it sizzle as he worked it into your hair, getting a dab of it almost inside your ear. You had pulled away and suppressed a laugh when his working hands got too close to your neck to wipe it away.

“Hold still, giggles,” He said in a playful tone, however when you glanced over at him his face gave off full concentration.

Eventually, after he was done making you flip your head every which way under the sun, he wiped his hands on your used towel, then bent down and grabbed the hair dryer from under the sink. He then began to attach another object to the nozzle.

“The hell is that thing?”

He plugged the cord into the wall. “It’s a diffuser, now shush,” he replied, switching on the dryer.

Over the course of 30 minutes he repeated the same movement over and over. Not once did you try to peak at your hair, even in your peripheral. If this worked, you wanted it to be a surprise. You could feel your stomach jump every time you felt him gently adjust your head angle or ran his hand up your bare neck. He was in such close proximity you caught a whiff of his cologne every so often. He was so close to you you began to just want to lean against him.

“Steve, my feet hurt,” You griped over the whir of the dryer, trying to ignore your thoughts.

“Almost done, I swear!” He responded.

A couple more minutes and you heard the dryer turn off, leaving an empty space in your ears replaced by the sound of an aerosol can spraying. Another smile fought its way onto you’re face.

Farrah Fawcett.

You knew the smell, your mother used it almost religiously. Only recently did you learn that Steve did too.

After some fluffing and a coughing fit from the both of you, you finally heard the can clink down on the counter. Steve rounded in front of you and began adjusting the top and sides framing your face. He delicately grasped your chin and turned your head as he adjusted your bangs. The brush of his fingers made your skin tingle, and when he let go it felt cold.

When he was finally content with his work, he grinned widely and grabbed your shoulders once more. “You ready to see?” His voice was dripping with excitement, he looked like he was about to burst at the seams.

With a smile and nod from you, he whipped you around to the mirror. You froze.

“What the….”

Shock. Utter and genuine shock.

“What do you think? It’s good, right? Well I mean good enough, I’ve only ever done mine and Dust’s hair and- and you have a lot more than I’ve ever worked with but uh….” He shrugged. “It’s hot.”

Your hand came up and began to feel at the fluff draped over your shoulders. How did he manage to get rid of so much frizz? And since when did your hair decide to be curly?

“This is insane!” You finally burst, bouncing up and down on your tip toes in happiness. “There’s so much volume and my face even looks slimmer- and look! A perfect noodle curl right here!” You pulled a strand down and watched it bounce back up when you let it go.

He beamed at you in the mirror, pride overlapping his features. “Yep, looks like you’re a curly girl now... And you know what?” He leaned in closer. “I told you so.”

It took a moment to register what he said while you admired your hair, but once you did you went stiff. .

His knowing smirk reflected back at you when you glanced at him in the mirror.

With a sigh of defeat, you turn to look at him face to face. “Alright, fine… you win-”

“What was that?” He cupped his ear at you obnoxiously.

You crossed your arms. “I said you win, Harrington.”

“One more time?”

“Are you waiting for a ‘null and void’ of your own? ‘Cause you’re pushin’ it.”

He put his hands up in surrender and he mocked by bowing his head. “Oh dear, my apologies, your highness.”

Shaking your head in annoyance, you turned back to the mirror for one last bout of admiration.

“Well, if you’re going to take me out, you better do it tonight. Lord knows I’m not getting it like this again on my own.” You imparted with a fluff of your locks. “But only one date, that was the deal.”

“No, no, I said at least one date. Very open ended statement, completely different-”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the hair dryer, blasting it in his face for a moment. He jerked back, resting his hand on it to press it down. “Pushing it,” You warned.

He leaned into your personal space. “Well can we at least push it to a diner? I’m hungry and I have my word to live up to.”

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 12

Home again

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

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