#clingy!reader

Then you came along.

And suddenly, Steve couldn’t go five minutes without feeling some part of you touching him. Your fingers curled into his sleeves to keep a tight hold on him, your head tucked beneath his chin whenever he sat down, your legs draped across his lap during movie night with the party. Half the time Steve couldn’t move around your place without you trailing after him like a shadow.

“Baby,” he laughed under his breath one late night, glancing back to catch you following him. “You know I’m just getting a glass of water, right? Go back to bed.”

You only rubbed your bleary eyes with a pout, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t.” You mumbled into his soft sleep shirt.

“Why not?” Steve asked, furrowing his brows.

“Because the beds cold without you, and I already missed you.”

Steve nearly dropped the glass in his hand. Every single time. Every damn time you said something like that—a simple yet effective soft confession, his chest did this stupid aching thing.

No one ever looked at him like he held the whole world in his hands.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” He sighed affectionately, turning in your arms to pull you against him properly. “C’mere, baby.”

You smiled immediately, burying your face into his chest as you cocooned yourself soundly, Steve lifting you up to carry you back to the bedroom.

And the way you relaxed the second he touched you? It was a huge difference to people that recoiled away from him, like your body trusted him completely.

“Needy girl,” he teased affectionately, rubbing his hands up and down your back in slow motions.

The nickname stuck after that—his needy girl, and you loved it more than anything. Because you wanted to be his needy girl, to show him that you loved him deep enough for your heart to hurt.

“Needy girl, move over.”

“I love you even more, needy girl.”

“You tired, needy girl?”

And the party had no trouble noticing it immediately, especially Dustin.

“This is actually disgusting.” Dustin looked at you two curled up on the wheelers basement couch with a grimace. “You guys are attached at the hip like some kind of parasite from the upside down.”

Steve didn’t even look up from where he was absentmindedly playing with your fingers, rubbing featherlight touches over your knuckles.

“She likes me.”

Dustin rolled his eyes, groaning. “You’re literally holding her hands while she’s asleep.”

“She can’t sleep when she’s alone.” Steve responded, keeping his gaze on you. Your cheek was smudged against his chest as your hand remained clutched in his own.

“Do you hear how you sound right now? That’s crazy!” Dustin pointed out with disbelief.

“Don’t call my girl crazy.” Steve said almost threateningly, finally glancing upwards to glare at the younger boy.

If there was one thing Steve wouldn’t stand for, it was for anyone who shamed your relationship. There was nothing wrong with being attached to him, the truth was—he loved showing you off like this.

Loved when you sought him out first in a room.

Loved when you automatically climbed into his lap like that was your designated seat.

Loved when your hand reached for his without looking.

He loved that you depended on him. Not because you couldn’t do it yourself, but because you chose him constantly. And he used to be a man who felt replaceable every second of his life, but with you, he only knew what feeling permanent meant.

When the party left that night, you were still half asleep while he lazily stroked your hair.

“Stevie?” You asked.

“Hm?”

“Do you care that I’m clingy?”

Steve stared at you for a moment like the answer was the most obvious one in the world. Then he leaned down, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “You could cling to me forever and I still wouldn’t get tired of it.”

Your face flushed instantly, but his response sounded so genuine, relaxing you until your shoulders sagged.

“I missed you,” you said, voice muffled into his chest. You didn’t let go. Two weeks without him had been too quiet, too empty.

He laughed softly, resting his chin on your head. “You could’ve at least said hello.”

“This is my hello.”

You followed him inside without breaking contact, trailing him from room to room like you’d forgotten how to exist without him nearby. You sat beside him on the couch, basically on top of him, legs tangled, shoulder pressed to his arm. When he reached for a book, you leaned into him harder.

“You're touchier that usual,” he teased.

“Correct.”

Xavier shifted, wrapping an arm around you, tighter this time. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled against his shoulder, finally home.

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Zayne:

Zayne was used to solitude. After long hospital shifts, his evenings were predictable, jasmine tea steeping, a book open, a comfortable silence surrounding him.

That routine disappeared the moment you started dating.

Now, when he unlocked his door, you were always there. Dinner already made. Shoes kicked off by the entryway. You greeted him before he could even set his bag down, arms around him, a soft kiss to his cheek.

Sometimes you talked immediately, about your day, your thoughts, things you’d missed while he was gone. Other times, you just held him. Minutes passed like that. Zayne never rushed you.

Tonight, you followed him through his apartment as he moved, into the kitchen, then the living room, hovering close, fingers catching on his sleeve whenever he tried to step away.

“You know,” he said gently, setting his tea down, “you don’t have to stay glued to me.”

You tilted your head. “But I want to.”

Zayne studied you for a moment, then sighed. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, one arm around your waist, the other warm against your back.

“…I suppose I don’t mind,” he admitted.

You curled into him instantly, satisfied. His book remained untouched, forgotten. Instead, he rested his chin against your shoulder, breathing you in.

For someone who once treasured his quiet routine, Zayne realized that this was better.

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Rafayel:

“I’m clingier,” Rafayel announced confidently.

You scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

He leaned closer, invading your space on purpose, eyes glittering. “I literally hate being alone.”

“And yet,” you said, hooking an arm through his, “you’re not the one following me around the studio.”

“But I invite you over more because I need you to be by me,” he countered. “Big difference.”

You trailed him everywhere, through his workspace, onto the couch, even hovering behind him while he painted. If he moved, you moved. If he sat, you were already there, pressed against his side.

“You realize,” he said, glancing down at you, “I haven’t taken a step without you attached to me all day.”

You smiled sweetly. “And?”

He laughed. “Unbelievable cutie. You’re stealing my brand.”

You tugged him closer, resting your head against his shoulder. He tilted his head toward yours, brushing his temple against your hair.

“Fine,” he said. “Maybe we’re both clingy.”

You grinned. “So it’s a tie?”

He smirked. “No.”

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Sylus:

Sylus had to notice everything. Throughout every life, there was always someone, or something out to get him.

So when footsteps echoed behind him in the corridor, soft, deliberate, his hand was on his weapon in an instant. He spun, ready.

“…Kitten?”

You froze mid-step, holding a bag of takeout like a peace offering. “Hi?”

He stared for a beat, then exhaled loudly. “You’re going to get yourself shot.”

You walked closer anyway, unfazed. “You heard me and thought enemy. That’s kind of rude.”

“You’re always there,” he muttered, shaking his head.

And it was true. You followed him everywhere, leaning against doorframes, sitting beside him no matter how big the room, drifting closer like gravity pulled you in. A shadow he hadn’t asked for…bout could never push away.

Sylus crossed his arms. “Don’t you ever need space?”

You stepped even closer, hands resting lightly on his chest. “Not from you.”

He hesitated, then sighed, placing a hand over yours.

Later, when you curled up beside him, head on his shoulder, he adjusted automatically, allowing you closer. Maybe he wasn’t used to having someone always at his side, but now he couldn't imagine another moment without you.

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Caleb:

Growing up, you and Caleb were inseparable.

Same scraped knees. Same shared snacks and whispered secrets under the stars. Being together had always felt natural, effortless.

So when life pulled you apart and eventually brought you back together, nothing felt strange about how close you were.

You gravitated toward him without thinking, standing shoulder to shoulder, sitting on top of him, reaching for him in crowded rooms like it was instinct. Caleb never complained, he just pulled you closer.

“You still do that,” he said one night, smiling softly as you leaned into him.

“Do what?”

“Stick close, pips. Like you’re afraid I’ll disappear.”

You shrugged. “Feels like home.”

Caleb pulled you into a tight hug, arms strong and familiar. “Guess that makes me home too, huh pipsqueak?”

You’re the quietest person on the team. When they’re talking to you, you respond with head nods or simple answers like yes or no. Even though you’re shy, you talk to Bucky the most. He’s the only person who can get more than one word out of you. You also cling to him a lot. Bucky doesn’t mind when you cling to him. He thinks it’s cute.

“Do you want to go out with us tonight?” Yelena asks.

“No thanks.” You answered quietly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“You sure?” Ava asks.

You nodded. You glanced out the window, noticing that it’s raining. It’s not raining as much as it was earlier. You’d much rather stay in the tower and relax.

“I’m staying here too.” Bucky says.

“Why?” John asks.

“For the same reason as Y/N. Plus, I don’t want her to be lonely in this big tower.” Bucky says.

“That’s so sweet!” Ava says.

The team said their goodbyes and left the tower. You went to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable, which consists of sleep shorts and a t-shirt that belongs to Bucky. His t-shirt may have gotten “mixed up” with your clothes when you did laundry a couple days ago. You got something to drink and a snack before going to the living room area of the tower. Bucky was sitting in the corner of the couch, reading his favorite book. He looks up from his book, noticing that you’re wearing his shirt.

“Is that my shirt?” Bucky curiously asks.

“No…” You answered shyly.

Bucky chuckles softly. “Don’t worry about it. It looks better on you anyway.” He says.

You shyly smiled and put your drink and snack on the coffee table before making yourself comfortable on the couch next to Bucky. Actually, you were snuggling yourself against his side.

“Comfortable?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes.” You answered.

You reached for the TV remote and turned the TV on. You flipped through the channels, trying to find something to watch. There wasn’t anything good on so you went on Netflix and put on your favorite show. Then you grabbed the bag of chips, snacking on them as you watched your favorite show.

“Can I have some?” Bucky asks, referring to the bag of chips.

You hummed softly and nodded in response. An hour goes by and you and Bucky are still cuddling on the couch. You readjusted yourself and laid one of your arms across Bucky’s stomach. Then you looked up at Bucky, admiring his handsome features. Bucky didn’t notice, because he was so deep into his book. Then he drops his book. It fell on the other side of you. He leans over to get it when his lips touched yours, accidentally kissing you. It was only for a second and then he pulled away. Your eyes were wide and blush was appearing on your face. You didn’t know whether or not to be shocked or embarrassed. Maybe it was a mix of both. Even though you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” You apologized fast. “I-I didn’t mean for that to happen!” You say.

Instead of Bucky telling you that you have nothing to apologize for, he catches you off guard by pulling you onto his lap. Your legs are on either side of him. He puts his vibranium hand on the back of your neck. The coolness of the vibranium helped cool down your heated skin. Then he pulled you in for a kiss. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you grabbed onto the white tank top, clutching the fabric in your hands. The kiss was so passionate that it took your breath away. His lips felt soft against yours. You never wanted it to end, but you two have to come up for air sometime.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Bucky admits softly after he pulls away.

“Me- Me too.” You breathed.

“Oh yea? Why didn’t you?” He curiously asks, slightly tilting his head.

You shyly shrugged your shoulders in response.

“I need a better answer than that, doll face.” Bucky says softly.

“I- umm- I like you. Actually, I’m- I’m in love with you.” You admitted nervously. “I just- I just didn’t know if you would feel the same way as me.” You say shyly.

“Of course I feel the same way as you, doll.” He admits. “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I laid my eyes on you.” He says.

“Really?” You asked.

Bucky hums softly and nods, gazing deeply in your eyes. To the team, Bucky always looks grumpy, except when you’re around. When you’re around, he’s sweet and soft like a teddy bear.

“Would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?” Bucky asks softly.

“I-I would love that.” You answered.

Bucky smiles and kisses you again.

“Can- Can we watch a movie and cuddle?” You asked.

“Of course we can.” He says softly.

Bucky put his book on the coffee table and you put a movie on. Then you two laid down on the couch. Bucky protectively wrapped his arms around you. Your head was resting on his chest and your fingers were playing with his Army dog tags.

You two ended up falling asleep sometime during the second movie, which is around the time the team came back. They walked the living room area of the tower to see you and Bucky sound asleep on the couch. They couldn’t help look at you and Bucky in awe at how cute you two look right now. Then they went to bed.

The next morning, you woke up, feeling Bucky’s fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm. You rubbed your eyes before looking up at him. Bucky was looking at you with a loving gaze and a smile on his face.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky says softly, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Good morning.” You say softly, snuggling yourself against him. “When did you wake up?” You asked.

“A few minutes ago.” He tells you. “You know, you’re cute when you’re sleeping.” He compliments softly.

You blushed and hid your face against his chest.

“You’re cute when you’re shy too.” He compliments.

Now you’re blushing uncontrollably.

“C’mon. Let’s get some coffee.” He says.

You stood up first, getting off of Bucky so he can stand up. You two walked hand in hand into the kitchen. The team was sitting at the table, staring at you and Bucky as you two got coffee.

“What?” Bucky asks.

“Are you two a thing now?” John asks, getting straight to the point.

You weren’t sure what to say so you looked up at Bucky.

“We’re going on a date on Friday night.” Bucky says, looking at you and smiling.

You shyly smiled up at him. Then he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Where are you guys going on your date?” Ava asks.

“Oh- um- we- we haven’t thought about that yet.” You say nervously.

“That’s ok, doll. We’ll think of some place to go.” Bucky says softly, wrapping his arm around your waist.

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When Friday night comes around, you were a nervous wreck about your date with Bucky. You didn’t know what to wear. You were standing in the middle of your closet and looking at the dresses you have hanging up in there. Bucky told you this morning to wear something casual. You wanted to look cute too. You finally settled with a sundress that you bought at the beginning of Summer, but you haven’t worn it yet. You stood in front of the full body mirror that’s leaning against the wall, rubbing your hands on the fabric of your dress to smooth it out. Then you sprayed on some perfume before walking out of your bedroom and to the living room area here Bucky was waiting for you.

“I’m ready.” You say.

Bucky looks up from his phone, immediately stunned by your beauty. He shuts his phone off and put it in his pocket before standing up and walking over to you.

“You look beautiful.” Bucky compliments softly.

You looked down, blushing uncontrollably. Bucky gently lifts your head and kisses your lips softly.

“Let’s go on our date.” He says softly.

You smiled as Bucky grabs ahold of your hand and you two walk hand in hand out of the tower. You and Bucky decided to keep it simple with yours and his first date and went to the movies and got something to eat afterwards. Bucky was an absolute gentleman the whole night.

“I had fun tonight.” Bucky says as you two walked inside of the dimly lit tower.

“I did too.” You say.

When you two got to the outside of yours and his bedrooms, Bucky gently caresses your cheeks and kisses you passionately and softly. Your hands grasped onto his jacket, clutching the leather in your hands. You always get butterflies in your stomach every time Bucky kisses you.

“Goodnight, babydoll. See you in the morning.” Bucky almost whispers and smiles at you.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You whispered, smiling shyly.

his contacts had been broken after,,, well, a night of passion when spencer's hand caught on the nightstand, shaking it, and sending the container tumbling to the floor and opening. refusing to use them until he got them replaced, he wore his glasses to work.

spencer, a little upset about his contacts, decides to put off sex, scared that he'll accidentally break something else.

reader, finding this insane, decides that he needs to initiate something.

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the day at the bau was surprisingly calm. the no cases were urgent enough to be called in and there was just endless paperwork that needed sign-offs on. the lights buzzed in boredom as they watched reader helplessly try to get close to spencer, just for a kiss, just to be pushed away.

no hugs, no kisses, no glances, no nothing.

this was getting pathetic.

he was getting pathetic.

"that's the third time in the hour that reader's walked over to reid's desk." emily murmurs to derek, glancing over at him before looking back at the scene unfolding: reader holding spencer's should and spencer shrugging it off.

"they're dating. what'd you expect?" derek was unimpressed, just flipping though files, just as bored as the lights above him.

"yeah, but,,, spencer's denying the affection."

"maybe an argument."

they let it go. even if they intervened, they'd deny it with their lives, saying everything was peach perfect.

whatever.

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spencer's alone in the briefing room at this point, using the circle table to lay out crime scene photos

reader, being a little pressed now, decides to waltz in. spencer notices but doesn't say anything. just glances over, then back.

"my love.." reader murmurs, hands finding spencer's waist from behind as he starts to pepper kisses along spencer's neck.

"reader, i have work to do," spencer mumbles, hands moving to cover reader's, trying to remove them. that only earns a loud whine from him, reader burying his face in spencer's shoulder then as he holds on tighter.

"i know," reader drags out, starting to sway with him a bit. he was like a stupid, affection-seeking dog like this.

"give me love.. you've been ignoring me."

"have not."

"have too."

"have not."

"fine. take away my affection, i take away your ability to see."

and just like that, spencer's glasses were now on reader's face and spencer couldn't see past ten inches. he sighs and decides to turn in reader's hands, resting his own on reader's shoulders.

"were you really that desperate?" he says as he cups reader's face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks gently. reader smiles like an idiot at the small amount of love he was finally recieving.

"even more so."

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this is honestly my first public oneshot, but i've been writing stories since i was like 12. i know, it does not show at all because of the five years i took off before writing again a couple years ago

this is also one of my very short oneshots. they're usually at least 1000 words or more. i was just rushing this to get it out

whenever mel opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her attention was the weight on her chest. the weight on her whole body, really, she could barely move. half of your body was laying on her, your head in her neck and your arms around her as you slept.

mel did her best to move out from under you without waking you up, but almost as soon as she moved, you tightened your grip on her. this was a routine, every morning mel would wake up with you draped over her somehow, she'd try to move, and you'd just pull her back into you. she found it quite funny, but a little less so whenever she had a council meeting.

"darling, i need to get up." mel spoke softly, her hand coming up to card through your hair.

"do you?" you murmur, sighing as you nuzzle into her neck a little more. you really didn't want her to go, you couldn't even remember why she needed to be up. all you knew was that you were comfortable, and you weren't about to let her up.

"i do. council meeting, remember? it's important." she giggles, shaking her head at your lack of memory. "i'm not sure how you manage to forget every time."

you groan as she reminds you. of course she had a council meeting, you should've known that. you mentally kicked yourself for forgetting, you knew it was important. you knew you should let her go, but...

"ten more minutes? please?" you lifted your head a little, just enough to look into her soft, brown eyes.

"hmm... i really shouldn't, but i suppose it's okay if i'm a little late. don't make a habit of this, alright?" mel chastised, no bite behind it. she could never be mad at you for simply loving her. she leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling you closer to her.

you smiled, stealing a quick peck from her lips before cuddling into her. you hooked your leg over her hip, burying your head back into her neck as you fell back to sleep.