Steve whose wrapped around your finger and can’t help but give in everytime you ask for a kiss or hug or to be held, will literally drop what he’s doing
Oh I’m soooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaa <3 <3
Steve would fold completely as soon as he sees that pout on your lips and you’re asking him so sweetly, “Stevie, can I have a kiss?”
He wouldn’t dream of saying no.
No matter how many times you ask, each time his head spins like he’s never heard the question before.
At first he’s a little confused why you even bother asking. You could come up and smack your lips on to his, no questions asked, and he’d allow it every time.
He comes to realise that you like it when he kisses you, specifically. You like the way he leans into you, the way he reaches for your face or your waist to bring you closer.
So you ask him whenever the feeling of want strikes you.
Which is pretty often, and can be at inconvenient times.
You poke your head into the shower when he’s washing his hair. Steve is about to say something suggestive about you hopping in too but before he can, you ask, “kiss, please?”
He stops his lathering, brings a sudsy hand to your cheek and presses his lips to yours. You smile against him and you feel him do the same.
When you pull away, having gotten what you wanted, you draw the curtain back and leave the bathroom like you haven’t just left Steve soapy and dripping like nothing happened.
It’s not just kisses you ask so nicely for.
One day you show up unannounced at Family Video. The bell above the door rings as you walk in and you giggle when you see Steve’s hair pop up from between the shelves.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” He’s striding over to you, completely abandoning the stack of tapes he’s supposed to be shelving.
“I just wanted a hug,” you say, your voice small like you’re a little nervous about it.
Steve chuckles, not in a teasing way but like he genuinely can’t believe you came all this way just for that – just for him.
“C’mere then,” he says as he snakes his arms around you. He squeezes you tight and you return his grasp, clutching at his green work vest.
The two of you stay like that, in the middle of the store, for a while.
At one point you hear Robin come out from the break room and mumble ‘Jesus Christ…’ as she averts her eyes from the sickening sight of the two of you swaying to some imaginary music.
When you finally part, you go to walk out the door but Steve’s hand holds on to yours not letting you leave just yet.
“Wait,” he says. Then he says something that he’s heard you ask many, many times, but never said himself – until now, “can I have a kiss?”
You think to yourself if you are half as cute as Steve is when you ask, it’s no wonder he’s down bad for you. Those big brown eyes plead with you, his supple lips pouting as he patiently waits for your answer.
You don’t say anything, just step back into his space, snake your hands around his waist, underneath his vest, and ever so slowly kiss him.
Steve lets you take the lead for once as your tongue swipes at his lips. He opens up for you just for a moment, your tongues softly brushing against each other in a way that feels just about socially acceptable to do in the middle of Steve’s workplace. (Luckily it’s a Tuesday afternoon and the only person there to witness the moment is Robin, much to her dismay.)
He rests his forehead on yours when you’re finished.
“Anything else?” You whisper.
“I can think of a few things but I think we’ll have to save them for later.”
“Hmm.” You nod as a few more things spring to mind for you. “Well, you can always write them down, you know, so you don’t forget.”
“Oh, there’s no way I’ll forget.”
As you exit the store, Steve stays staring at the empty space in front of him as if he can see the imprints of your shoes in the carpet.
“Man, you got it bad, my friend,” Robin comments.
“So bad,” Steve sighs.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Additionally, I would probably also just make grabby hands at Steve constantly to get him to cuddle me…….. need that rn :((((
My crappy day may be over soon but if you still wanna send me fluffy Steve thoughts… I’m all ears <3
Everyone thinks Steve is taking home economics as one of his electives because it's an easy grade and you're surrounded by girls. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting front row like, "Please teach me how to hem my pants. Please."
just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.
every day i am thankful to ancient humans for the domestication of the cat. fucking genius idea. agriculture was a good one too btw but you really outdid yourselves with the cat thing
