Just realized after reading WaW for the nth time. We all want a Steve in life. A doting, loving, fully devoted, caring, sensitive, faithful, unafraid of showing emotions partner, smthng that relates to non-toxic masculinity. It seems lengthy when I put it that way. But from how I see it. Steve is just a man who does not feed on his ego, pride, and so called made-pretend masculinity that ultimately breeds a big ass insecurity to men. Which then hinders them to treat other women right; e.g cheating, neglecting the other, etc.
Rather, he embraces love without bound, unafraid to look or even be called “whipped” or “simp” whatsoever. For he has no “reputation” to uphold as a “man”. He doesn’t mind his “pride” as a “man” too.
Idk just dumping these thots! Can ignore this in ur inbox if ya want 😉
AHH I LOVE THIS !! I completely agree. WaW!Steve is a dream man and I love how you put it, friend ! He allows himself to feel those emotions and be in tune with them, he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable and sensitive. And pride can be such a dangerous thing sometimes.
he embraces love without bound <- 🥺
Oddly enough, my prof was talking about hegemonic masculinity in class yesterday, and how all of that hyper masculinity is what confines boys and men into boxes, ultimately creating a never-ending cycle of toxic gender roles and inequality <- most of that is from a movie we watched.
⚠️: Maybe a tiny bit of technical angst (🤷🏽♀️ lol), fluff💕
“P-Pooch?,” you stammer unable to fathom that your supposedly dead brother was standing in front of you and his wife who was about to give birth to their son in any minute.
“Hey peanut,” he smiles stepping further in the hospital room. “I’d hug you, but I’m w-,”
You didn’t even let him finish before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Good thing he was already wet from the rain, your tears would just be a welcomed addition.
“Wait. D-Does that mean-”
“Hey babe,” the all too familiar voice speaks making more silent tears fall as you lift your head. Just as soaked as Pooch, he nervously smiles removing his hat to reveal his spiked frosted tips. He pretty much looked the same as you last saw him. Toned arms and chest shielded by his dripping jacket along with your personal favorite, his black circular frames bringing even more attention to those crystal baby blues.
There were plenty of times you thought about what you’d do if granted this moment. Cry, scream, maybe jump into his arms clinging onto him like a koala on a tree. Possibly all three even. Now, finally being granted your wish after all these months, there was one main thing on your mind.
“Wow,” he smiles as you slowly move closer to each other. “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.” Just as the words left his mouth, the back of your hand connecting with his abdomen in the hardest hit you could muster nearly knocks the wind out of him as he keeled forward.
“And apparently stronger too..,” he coughs.
“How could you?!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose! We had to so we could go after the guy who set us up. And why didn’t you hit Pooch?! He was in it too.”
“He’s got one coming after my nephew safely enters the world, right now though it’s your turn,” you glare before smacking him again.
“Told you she had a strong backhand,” Pooch states quickly closing the room door before his sister decided to direct her rage at him.
The rest of the team merely watch in entertainment as your hits move to his shoulders and biceps until Jensen can grab your wrists pinning them by your sides.
“I’m sorry for putting you through all that, but it’s not like I completely left! I could still see you.”
You tilt your head in confusion ready to ask what he was talking about, until seeing Clay nervously scratch the back of his neck as he and Cougar shift their gaze clues you in on what he meant.
“SERIOUSLY JAKE?!”
“Wha-? I-,”
“Did you really think that would make me feel better?!”
“...Honestly at this point I’m afraid to answer.”
Annoyed groan falling from your lips, you tried to escape his grasp, but his larger hands slightly tightening their grip on yours, along with him following your every movement, keep you in place. “When we go home I can explain everything.”
“Will you? Or are you just gonna lie some more?”
“I promise I’ll tell everything,” he whispers, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple before flashing one of his ‘please don’t stay mad at me forever because I love you’ smiles. So far, it’d gotten him out of any argument you had. Including this one.
Darn those good looks of his.
“Fine,” you reply as you cross your arms, leaving him to find a seat in the nearby waiting room.
“Any tips here Colonel?,” Jake sighs.
“I’m probably not the one you’d want relationship advice from.”
Another heavy sigh leaves his lips as he follows your path down the hall to sit next to you. That is if you’d let him.
“Okay, is anybody else stuck on the fact that Jensen actually has a girlfriend?,” Aisha states breaking the momentary silence and making both men chuckle.
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It’s the happiest he’s ever been to walk into his small, outdated apartment. Things weren’t exactly the same as he left it with your few new decorations and pieces of furniture trying to make the place a bit of your own, but of course he didn’t mind. It actually warmed his heart that although he was “gone” you still chose to stay, sticking by his side when you easily could’ve moved on with your life.
“Jeez, the faucet always drip that loud?,” he lightly chuckles shedding his coat and placing it on the small hanger by the door.
“It started a bit after you left,” you sigh kicking off your shoes. “Think it’s loud now, it’s even louder when you’re just sitting here alone.”
Following you to the bedroom feeling like a dog with its tail between his legs, he sits at the foot of the bed looking down at his hands as you move about the bathroom getting yourself ready for bed. Your words were like the sharpest sting as his mind vividly showed an image of you just sitting in this apartment with nothing but thoughts of loosing your brother and boyfriend along with the hum of the AC. He knew for the sake of their mission, and the team, he couldn’t say anything, but it still didn’t take away his guilt of what you went through mentally and emotionally.
“I tried to write you.”
“What, your computer go down and you couldn’t watch me anymore?,” you counter over your shoulder before rinsing the soap from your face.
“That was only once okay? I was watching my niece’s soccer game and then I thought about what you were doing and kinda sorta hacked your office’s cameras, which yes I know was wrong. Speaking of, they really should update their software, a fifth grader could easily hack into it just guessing the password,” he answers making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.
“And who’s Tom?”
“Tom?”
“Yea. Curly brown haired guy, cubicle across from yours. Big head you can see a mile away.”
“I’m sorry are you somehow trying to turn things on me when you’re the one that’s supposed to be explaining why I’ve thought you were dead this whole time?,” you ask wiping the remaining moisturizer from your hands before crossing them in front of your chest as you step closer to the now nervous looking man.
“N-no, of course not! But I mean since he’s been mentioned...”
“He’s just this guy at work that apparently likes me and asked me out but I said no, because a small part of me kept hoping that you’d miraculously come back. Happy?”
“I-uh...y-yes?”
Sighing, you sit beside him tucking your bare legs under you and taking his hand in yours to trace the lines on his palm. You never knew how or why you started, but it was something you occasionally did while you two were talking or just lying next to him enjoying each other’s company. It brought a smile and giddy feeling to Jensen, just as it did to you.
“Listen, I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time, I know you didn’t have a choice, and understand. Selfishly though, I just missed you so much and wish I could’ve known. It definitely would’ve saved some sleepless nights and tears.”
With his other hand, his thumb and index finger gently grab your chin guiding you to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through having you think I was dead. The second we threw our tags in that fire you and my family were all I could think about. Like I said I wanted to write and give you some sign that I wasn’t gone, but I could never figure out how to start. Plus Clay threatened to cut off little Jensen if I did send anything back home once he found out, which only made it tougher.”
“Yea we wouldn’t want that,” you softly laugh following a short sniffle you were trying to hold back. You really were done with crying, having done so since you got that devastating call so long ago, and just wished your tear ducts would shrivel up already. “Sorry, I thought I was done with the tears.”
“Shh, don’t be.” Leaning forward, his soft as clouds lips meet the single salty droplet in the middle of you cheek erasing its presence before moving to yours in quite possibly the most delicate, tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. Any other time, you’d probably call it painfully slow, trying to take the lead to move things along. But as you both sat there taking everything in from each other’s scents to the feel of how one’s lips and mouth felt on the other, you couldn’t feel more connected.
Just barely pulling away, his swollen lips rest centimeters above yours ready to take them again as soon as he caught his breath.
“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed at myself or amazed at whatever powers you have,” he starts, a light chuckle escaping him. “But I think you just made me-,”
“Jensen!,” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”
“If it’s romance you want, say no more,” he smiles taking your hand in his and placing it on his chest as he clears his throat. To the best of his ability, he begins singing the opening lines to your couple’s song, as Jake proclaimed it, instantly making you fall back on the bed in laughter.
“You actin' kinda shady, ain't callin' me baby, why the sudden change. Say my name, say my name!”
“This is definitely not a couple’s song,” you laugh feeling his forearms rest on either side of your head and chest vibrate from his laughing.
“I’ll admit lyrically wise..yes, you’re right. But it’s still ours which makes it special.”
You’d never forget that day in the grocery store trying to find a pint of your favorite ice cream as the song played overhead. Without really looking, you thought you were on the freezing aisle by yourself and began singing along as you gently bobbed your head. Suddenly hearing a voice singing the background vocals made you slightly jump turning to see the taller man in a grey sweatshirt, blue and white basketball shorts, and sneakers holding up his hands.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I-It’s Destiny’s Child, I couldn’t resist.”
“It’s okay, and I mean who can?,” you respond, both softly laughing before shyly looking back at your respective sections to get your frozen desserts.
“Soo...you like ice cream?,” he asks interrupting the momentary silence.
“Yea, um my favorite’s moose tracks,” you answer briefly holding up your pint with a smile.
“You know who has a good moose tracks? Bennie & Bailey’s downtown. They make it from scratch and I don’t know what all they put in it, but it’s amazing.”
“Oh, okay thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”
“Well you should definitely go one day. I mean if you want,” he nervously chuckles.
“Will do,” you smile. “Only if you’ll take me though?”
At first, being met with his shocked, speechless expression made your newfound confidence falter thinking you might’ve been too bold with the cute stranger, whom you hadn’t even asked if he was single or not. However seeing his eyes shine bright and adorable smile grace his pink lips, your excitement returned as he moved closer handing you his phone.
Years later, the rest is history as you lie in bed with the man you were sure was the love of your life.
“Hey what’s going on in there?,” he asks brushing his fingertips across your forehead noticing you become quiet. Lightly scratching his goatee, you feel your eyes start to water again causing you to blink a few times trying to keep them at bay.
“I just don’t want you to leave again,” you whisper, moving your fingers to card through his chestnut and blonde mixed strands.
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a/n- Hey lovely people! this is my second entry for the shameless hoes for chris challenge, so i’d like to say a very happy birthday (and belated birthday) to the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 & @navybrat817 who are hosting this challenge! thank you for sharing your kindness, talent, and shameless hoe thoughts with us through this challenge and every day, i hope you both had great days! here’s this Frank one shot as a gift! also, disclamer: i know nothing about boats. thoughts are in italics, prompt is in bold. Enjoy! <3
Summary: You move into a new town in search of a new job, and you meet a very handsome man and his cute niece. Or more accurately, their cat finds you.
Word count: ~3,550
Prompts: Oops I caught feelings for you and I got ‘em baddd. & “Oh god, did I say that out loud?”
Warnings: SMUT, explicit sexual content, explicit language. please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above!
You opened the curtains of the small window, squinting a little as the morning sun hit your sleep-deprived eyes. It was the first night you spent in your new little house by the docks, and you’d always had a bit of a hard time sleeping in new places.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, getting the coffee started. You had another week until you had to work, giving you enough time to get to know your new surroundings and fix your sleep schedule before you took over at the local library. The pay wasn’t too high but you needed a job while you were working on your novel, and what better than being surrounded by books?
a/n - hey lovely people!! i’m so incredibly excited to finally share this series with you! this chapter is a bit shorter than the others as it’s more of a prologue / teaser even, but i hope you enjoy it! see you tomorrow with the next one (seriously, you have no idea how giddy i am that i can have consistent updates). enjoy!!<3
Summary: You were just doing your holiday shopping when you stumbled upon your neighbor. Friend. Crush? Oh, you weren’t going to label it right now… But he did ask for a favor. And it’s the holidays, so why not help him out?
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: a few curse words, thirst / innuendos (c’mon, it’s colin!)
You went up the stairs to your apartment, struggling to keep the many shopping bags you were carrying in your grasp. One of them fell and tumbled to the bottom of the flight of stairs, stopping once it reached the bottom. You sighed and went back down, reaching down to try and grab it but instead the other bags in your hand fell from your grasp as well, scattering on the floor.
“Ugh,” you groaned and started to get them all back in your hand. Sometimes you wondered why you knew so many people, and Christmas time was definitely one of these times. Coming back from a present shopping spree, you just wished to just lay down and do nothing after a whole day of running around. But apparently, you thought when you saw who was coming up the stairs, I’m not wishing hard enough.
a/n- Hey lovely people! it’s been a while since i wrote something for Colin and this tweet by the sweet @evansshine gave me the motivation to do so :) Enjoy!<3
Summary: enjoying a quiet afternoon with your boyfriend at the park leads to a slightly more serious conversation…
a/n - hey lovely people!! as promised, at last - a post! and this one is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club ‘s celebration for Chris’ birthday🎉 i chose to write for Andy because i love him:) hope you enjoy<3
Summary: as you and Andy wander in search of some furniture, some feelings are revealed…
Word Count: 800
Warnings: a tiny bit of angst / insecurity, but obviously a fluffy ending🥺
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The high ceilings stretch up, the path before you longer than you can see. You turn around helplessly, but you don’t know where you are. Your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice calling your name, and you whip around just in time to see him coming towards you.
a/n- Hey lovely people! this was written for @stargazingfangirl18 & @navybrat817 ‘s shameless hoes for chris challenge, and I can’t be happier that our baby Andy’s first appearance on this blog is for their challenge! thoughts are in italics and the prompt is in bold. also a disclaimer - i’ve never been to a singles mixer lol. Enjoy!<3
Prompts: We are the only two people at this god awful event who seemed to be utterly miserable, so let’s be miserable together & “Can you just not right now?”
Summary: you never believed in singles mixers, but something about this stranger might just change that…
Word count: ~2,570
Warnings: smut!!, explicit language. please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with those things!
Your eyes wandered around the room for the umpteenth time that night. It was packed full of people who were talking to one another, mostly paired up, usually leaning towards each other. Lashes were flattered, muscles were subtly flexed, arms brushed “accidentally”. The usual joys of a singles mixer.
a/n - hey lovely people!! i’m so happy i’m kicking the new year off with the loml andy barber aka if ‘husband material’ was a human. this is my entry for the Merry Hoemas Challenge, hosted by the absolutely amazing @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline. i know this is the last day, i’m sorry it’s so late but i hope you enjoy!<3
Summary: this year, christmas isn’t what it used to be. the story of you and andy through christmas, and the soft epilouge (angst with a happy ending because i’m mushy)
Prompts: sad memories of christmas past & new year countdown kiss
You Have Me, Heart and Soul - Ransom Drysdale x reader
a/n - hey lovely people!! we’re continuing the october fics with this two-parter (next part will be out next week). i wanted to write something maybe a little more true-crimey, since i love the genre, and what better characer to play around with in that genre than our beloved murder boyfriend. i feel like this one is the fluffier one, so savor it while you can, the next part will be A Lot. enjoy<3
Summary: it’s almost the last straw when your blind date goes sideways, but then the cute waiter swoops in to save the day. But there’s always more than meets the eye, and maybe Ransom isn’t as good as you thought. Though maybe, you’re not as good as you thought as well.
(Canon divergence - takes place after knives out but ransom’s never found to be the killer, and things go a little differently. i feel like you could read this even if you didn’t watch the movie, but it’ll probably spoil it)
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: mentions of death and murder, crime, reader is a police detective, jonathan is an original character (so “johnny” isn’t supposed to be johnny storm or anything, he’s just a dude lol), ransom drysdale is not a good person
“No!” Jonathan yelled from his desk, where he was going over some files. Whatever, you were sure they weren’t that important.
“Not even for your favorite partner?” you teased, as you came to a halt in front of him, leaving him no choice but to glance up at you, his annoyed expression melting into an impressed one.
“Damn, detective,” he laughed, “you look great.”
“Thank you, detective,” you replied, smiling. You knew Jonathan since the academy, and when you both made detectives in the same precinct, you started addressing each other by your new rank, and even though you weren’t as young and enthusiastic anymore, it stuck.
How about a Steve Rogers x gf!reader where he notices that she watches many romance movies and got flushed and always gets excited everytime a romantic scene (like kissing under a mistletoe, sudden backhugs or kisses, cuddling while it's cold, etc.) and Steve finds it really cute so he tries to recreate all those scenes together since he loves the reader very very much and he would like to show it
Prince Charming
a/n - nonnie, you're a person after my own heart. i LOVE this request sooooo much!! disclaimer - this is suuuper cheesy, but honestly it's me, what do you expect? lol, enjoy<3
the first movie steve ever watched with you was an action movie
he wanted to take you on a proper dinner-and-a-movie date, and this one apparently got very positive reviews
but he didn’t like it one bit, the fast-paced action sequences either seeming unrealistic at times and a bit too realistic for his liking in others
after a few dates, you went again, trying a documentary this time
but that just bored him
you just didn’t go to the movies together after that, agreeing that your taste is just different, and that’s okay, there were plenty of other places to enjoy each other’s company
the first time steve saw you watching a romantic movie, it was already when you were living together, so about a year into your relationship
(which, by the way, was a step he was unnecessarily worried over, not because he wasn’t sure about wanting to wake up with you every day, forever, but since in his time it would be improper, but he got over it)
steve has gotten home a little earlier than he planned to, pleased because he knew it was your day off, meaning you’d get to spend the afternoon together, maybe he’d even take you out to dinner
but his good mood was soured with worry once he came home to the sound of your soft sniffles
following the sound, he silently made his way to the living room, where he found you in a cocoon of blankets, a box of tissues in your lap, watching something on tv
the tv clearly captivated you, since you jumped when he laid his palm on your shoulder
“stevie!” you let out a teary chuckle, wiping at your eyes and leaning back to plant a kiss on his cheek, “i didn’t know you’d be home this early!”
you were beaming, happy to see him as usual, which made his heart swell with love, always grateful he’s the one (undeservingly, he thought) at the receiving end of this look
still, he was concerned
“are you okay?”
“oh, yeah!” you giggled, “i was just watching this movie, and it always just gets me so emotional,” you explained
“oh yeah, what movie?” he asked, intrigued as to what movie was getting this rise out of you, the movies he had watched with you months ago surely weren’t able to get you to cry
“it doesn’t matter,” you chuckled, waving him off, “you wouldn’t like it, and it’s the end anyway. i’ll turn it off, and we ca-”
“how do you know i wouldn’t like it?”
you laughed
“none of my boyfriends ever like this type of movies stevie, and you didn’t like the other movies we watched together”
“well, if you like it so much, we should watch it together,” he insisted, grinning at your affectionate eye roll
“i’m telling you, it’s fine, i just really don’t think you’d lik-”
but your protest got cut off by steve’s large frame plopping down on the couch next to you, wrapping you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses, making you laugh
“what kind of movie is this anyway that you’re so sure i wouldn’t like it?” he asked
“it’s a romance movie,” you admitted shyly
“i can be romantic!” he protested
“that’s not what i said,” you laughed, “i know you can, i just... i don’t know, everyone else i’ve been with kinda made fun of me for liking this type of stuff”
“well, it’s a good thing i’m not them then.”
and you knew there was no sense in trying to argue with him about it, so you caved
after dinner, you’d put on one of your favorite movies for the two of you to cuddle up on the couch and watch
and you had to admit, you were never happier about being wrong
steve loved it, eyes glued to the screen and, yes, getting a little glossy at the moving declaration of love at the end
“so... you didn’t hate it?” you asked once it was over
“it was great!” steve smiled, “i can’t believe you didn’t show me this stuff sooner, it’s much better than the action thing”
ever since then, at every opportunity you both had to spend a quiet evening at home, it was accompanied by you introducing steve to the wonderful world of romance movies
and he loved them all, even of some of the rom-coms were a little too outlandish in his opinion, they still made him laugh
and what he loved even more than the movies themselves, was watching your reactions
your bubbly laugh at the funny parts, your tears at the sad or moving ones
but he especially liked seeing you get all giggly and flustered at the particularly romantic bits
which kind of made him wonder if he could get you to recreate that in real life
so, to test his theory, he started quite small
“honey?” you called out to him from the kitchen
he found you struggling to reach for one of the pots in the top cupboard
“hold on, hold on,” he mumbled to you
“can you hel- oh,” you squeaked when you felt his broad frame behind you, pressing against you to reach the pot, his arms around you, his scent invading your senses
“thanks, stevie,” you giggled once he handed you the pot
“no problem sweetheart,” he smiled, leaning forward to peck your cheek, “do you need help with anything else? want me to cook with you?”
“i mean, you don’t have to if you’re busy, but it could be fun!”
“well then let’s go! what’re you making?”
you explained the recipe to him, and before long you were working side by side
steve made sure his shoulder was brushing yours when he needed to get past you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple every once in a while, pleased grin spreading over his face when he saw you smiling
the dish came out delicious, as he made sure to tell you, making you bite your lip shyly, smiling in thanks before mumbling, “it’s nothing too good, but thanks”
steve scoffed
“maybe we’re not eating the same thing here,” he scooped up some from his plate and placed his palm below the fork so he won’t drop anything, before bringing it up to your lips, making you laugh
“c’mon, open up,” he teased
you rolled your eyes before leaning forward to take the bite, chewing and licking your lips, feeling your cheeks heat up when he tilted your chin to look at him
he fixed you with an expectant glare
“fine. i guess it’s good,” you smiled
steve was pleased enough with that to continue eating his food
pleased with the results of his little experiment, he couldn’t resist peppering small gestures whenever he saw the opportunity to
or, well, created the opportunity himself
when you were passing by him once, he stuck out his leg a little bit, making you trip
but he caught you just in time, leaving you blinking up at him in surprise, giggling softly
“thanks steve”
“you’re welcome. i’m always here to catch you when you fall for me,” he winked
“god, that’s terrible,” you burst into laughter, and seeing your face light up in amusement was so worth the terrible pun
at christmas time, he made sure to pull you in and kiss you under every single mistletoe he spotted
you were walking at a winter fair, bundled up in warm sweaters
you more than steve, after all, he was always running warm, which is why he was always rubbing your hand or your back to keep you warm too
suddenly, steve pointed at a certain direction, claiming he wants to look at this stand
but the stand was empty, the owner presumably not having arrived yet
“steve, there’s nothing here,” you said, confused
suddenly, he pulled you in and kissed your lips tenderly, his hand reaching to cup your cheek
once you parted you looked up at him, confused and a little dazed
“mistletoe,” he explained, winking, and sure enough, when you looked up there was a mistletoe hanging above you, making you laugh heartily before taking his extended arm and cuddling close to him as you continued to make your way through the fair
but no matter how hard he could try, some opportunities just couldn’t be planned, but had to organically happen
one winter night, he wanted to take you on a date to the cinema again, this time to watch some new rom-com you were both wanting to watch
the cinema was close, so you made your way over by foot, holding hands the entire time, with steve pressing a kiss to the back of your hand when you laced your fingers with his
he opened doors for you and everything, complimenting you on how well you looked as well, even though you were dressed casually
you both loved the movie, and you were raving about it to him as you were making your way back home afterward
the night air was colder than it was when you went out of the house, and it made you shiver
of course, he noticed and gave you his jacket right away, pleased at the way you thanked him bashfully and tightened the big jacket around you, subtly enjoying the warmth
and as you were nearing the house, a soft rain started to fall, little drops at first, which made the two of you hurry your steps
but then it suddenly started pouring, making you squeal in surprise
you started trying to run towards the house, but before you could, steve pulled you into his arms
you opened your mouth, but all protest you had was wiped from your mind as soon as his hot lips found yours in a passionate kiss, his strong arms winding around you, lifting you up and spinning you around as he kissed you breathless
when he put you down, you broke apart and you looked up at him with a surprised grin
“i love you,” he said, dropping another kiss to your forehead before taking your hand and continuing to walk towards your house like nothing happed, leaving you chuckling as you tried to keep up
once you got home and you were a little more dry and warm, you asked steve what was on your mind
“steve,” you started, “should i be mad?”
“mad? why, what’d i do?” he frowned
“i don’t know, you tell me,” you chuckled. “you’ve been awfully sweet lately. what are you hiding?”
you poked his ribs, making him chuckle
“nothing. can’t i just be sweet on ya for no reason?”
you narrowed your eyes at him, and you engaged in a silent staredown for a few moments before he sighed, averting his eyes from yours
your heart dropped until he finally spoke
“look, i just... i love you. and when you told me your previous boyfriends didn’t like watching romantic movies with you, i’ll be honest it made me a little angry. i mean first of all, what kind of person doesn’t like romance? that’s just stupid,” he grumbled, his cheeks turning a little red. “and second of all, well, i really like how much you liked them. i liked seeing you smile and get excited. so, i, uh, may have been trying to recreate that. a little.”
you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt as you tilted his chin so he’d look up at you
“thank you stevie,” you giggled, “that’s adorable.”
“you’re adorable,” he muttered, before leaning in to peck your lips
“seriously steve. i appreciate this. and i just want you to know they’re all nothing compared to you, even without this. i love you.”
you both leaned in for a more languid kiss, taking your time showing each other the love no words could convey well enough, the love you had for each other
“i love you too,” steve finally rasped when you broke apart. “so just to be clear, you’re not mad?”
god, you loved this man, the kind of love you thought only existed in fairytales until you met him. and you wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
okay, someone else asked for “sunsets don’t seem as pretty” and i felt like they were really similar so here it it :) i hope you’ll like it<3
Sunsets Don’t Seem As Pretty
Steve and you just arrived at your sketchy inn room, the newest of countless previous ones, and honestly probably countless more. On nights like this, when running from the government with your patriotic boyfriend seemed like it was never going to end, all you wanted to do was sleep.
You were staring melancholy out of the small window, watching the sun setting, when Steve noticed your gloomy mood. You felt him come to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso. You leaned back, enjoying the warmth he radiated when he spoke.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be," you said softly, "it's not your fault."
"You don't deserve this life. I should be able to give you a better one," he said, the sadness in his voice evident. "If it were up to me, you'd be watching this sunset from a different place. A better one."
"But if I was somewhere else, I wouldn't be with you," you smiled sadly, "and sunsets wouldn't be half as pretty without you, Stevie."
He chuckled and you turned around to kiss him gently.
Right now, you were both on the run together. But one day, when you were done running, done fighting, Steve would take you to a beach, to watch the sunset "properly", and ask you a very important question.
And you'd say yes. Because there was no one else you'd rather spend the rest of your life with.
Hi! For your fake title game. Can I please request a Steve and reader with the title "Does Your Mother Know"
Please and thank you
here it is!! sorry it’s a little later than the rest, you just sent it in when i was already super tired lol. also, this reminded me of when Tony said “doth mother know you weareth her drapes” and gave me a good giggle. i hope you’ll like this!!
Does Your Mother Know
Steve was steering the car with his left hand, his right one on your thigh.
"So, I was thinking, what should we say when we get to my parents' place?" you asked, innocently enough, but your words nearly made him lose control of the car.
"What do you mean what should we say?" he said once he regained his composure. He stopped on the side of the road, ever so responsible, and you just stared at him and shrugged. "Sweetheart, does your mother not know we're engaged?"
"Well, maybe," you mumbled.
"I thought you told her already," he frowned.
"I really wanted to, but I also wanted us to break the news together," you smiled timidly, "I'm sorry it took you by surprise, but my parents love you, I'm sure they'd be really happy to hear we're engaged, and you're a part of the family now, I wanted you to be there and then we can tell them together."
He chuckled. "Well, that's a really great idea, I just wish you hadn't shared it with me when I was driving the car."
"Sorry," you bit your lip to keep a grin from blossoming on your face.
"It's okay. Now, let's go tell your mother we're engaged. No problem."
Before he could restart the car, you put your hand over his. "Stevie, are you nervous?" you teased lovingly.
"Of course not," he answered too quickly. You raised your eyebrow at him, smirking slightly. "Maybe a little," he sighed in defeat.
"You have nothing to worry about," you giggled. "They wouldn't care that you didn't ask for their permission or something, that's not something you really do these days."
"Well, don’t be mad, but I may have actually asked your father. So he probably knows," Steve smiled anxiously.
"Probably?" you laughed. "Steven Rogers, you are unbelievable. But that's why I love you," you leaned across the console to peck his lips gently. "Now c'mon, let's go tell my mom we're engaged."
a/n - hey lovely people!! churned out this 9k word story in two days because I was very inspired. as always, feel free to tell me your thoughts at the end! also, please heed the tags! there are some warnings, but I also want to repeat that steve is the main love interest in this story, not bucky, the relationship between bucky and reader is in the past and they’re good friends, don’t want anyone getting disappointed because of the tags. now, on to the story! I honestly had a blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!<3
summary: You’ve met Steve and Bucky in middle school. Now, at Bucky’s wedding, some important information is revealed, and some important realizations are made in its wake. Steve was your first crush, Bucky was your first boyfriend. You three have stayed friends through it all, but now, when your best-friend-with-benefits Steve asks for your help, will the dynamic shift?
word count: 9.1k
warnings / tags: childhood friends to friends with benefits to lovers, high school au (some of it), fake dating, wedding, civil breakups, briefly alludes to smut multiple times, cheating (not a main character but is mentioned), responsible alcohol consumption, stucky x reader friendship, steve is the main love interest!! this story really has so many tropes and i regret nothing<3
This was wrong. You knew it was wrong, could feel the bit of dread surging in your stomach at the prospect of someone finding out, especially one someone in particular. But your thoughts melted away, and that dread gave way to something else, a pleasure that just felt right.
a/n - hey lovely people!! this one is for @s1utforfictionalcharacters, who asked for a Steve x reader enemies to lovers a while ago. thank you so much for bearing with me and being patient, and i hope you enjoy!!<3
Summary: Between figuring out what was the Tesseract doing at a Hydra base and if it even is the Tesseract, you need to navigate your relationaship with one annoying, broody Captain. Honestly, you might prefer the Hydra thing.
this isn’t set in the mcu timeline, but takes inspiration from a few mcu movies. it’s not canon compliant and everyone’s alive:)
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: lowkey angst and some tension, maybe a curse word or two? tell me if i missed anything!
“Rogers!” you heard Tony’s voice over the comms, “Where the hell are you?”
“Babysitting,” you heard Steve’s irritated voice, not only over the comms but also behind you, right before you saw him dashing past you to punch the Hydra agent you were fighting square in the jaw.
“Well, get America’s ass over here, now,” Tony grunted, clearly mid-fight himself, “we need backup.”
a/n - hey lovely people!! what’s up? i feel like it’s been sooooo long since i posted a fic, so here we are! this is my entry for the lovely @nekoannie-chan‘s challenge, and it is a whole ass 4 months late. i am so incredibly sorry about this, there’s literally no excuse. i’ll explain what happened with this fic in the end notes cause i don’t wanna go on too much. okay enjoy<3
Summary: When Steve goes back in time to return the stones, for a split second you’re worried he won’t come back. When he does, he has an interesting perspective about letting go and moving on.
Word Count: 2k
Prompt: the song “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)” by Pink
Warnings: nothing i’ve noticed, if you see something i don’t please tell me!
“Alright Cap,” Bruce said, ready to get Steve back to the past, “Good to go?”
Steve just nodded at him, and sent a small smile your way before the helmet covered his face.
“Going quantum in three, two, one,” Bruce pressed the button, and then he was gone, off to the past to bring back the stones you had taken in order to beat Thanos.
“Bringing him back in three, two, one,” Bruce pressed the button again, and nothing happened. You could hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, fear constricting your chest.
