#athlete steve

[orbitingrook]

Alternate Steves and Alexes

[oh-my-damn]

Philosophy 101

Pairing: Jock!Steve Rogers x Sassy!Tutor!Reader

Status: Read on Wattpad!

Summary: You've always been the smart girl. Be it in school or in life, but especially when it came to boys. You always steered clear of them, knowing they were nothing but trouble. Until a blue-eyed, muscular blonde turns your life upside down, and makes you question everything you thought you knew.

Word count: TBD

Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut. Mutual pining, alcohol consumption, college boys being assholes. Steve being a jock/frat/fuckboy but also somehow a sweet puppy.

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

SNEAK PEEK OF FIC UNDER THE CUT

You spent two hours tutoring Steve in the library until it was time for your morning class. For some inexplicable reason, it was like time flew by, and you didn't even realize it was time to leave before you noticed people filtering out of the library.

Steve had progressed tremendously even in the short span of two hours, and you had to give it to Professor Adler – he was right.

Steve wasn't an idiot, far from it actually, but you suspected he had a hard time prioritizing. You got the sense that his main concern was football, and you couldn't fault him for that, knowing that's the case for a lot of the guys at your school.

Steve is reading through a paragraph when you notice the time, making you gently whisper, "I think we need to wrap it up, class is starting soon."

His head lifts in surprise, his face turning towards you, "It is? What time is it?"

You inhale quietly when he turns to face you, those baby blues practically inches from your face as you sit next to him. Steve is beautiful in a different way than the usual jocks around here; he is clean-shaven, his features had an innocence to them while simultaneously being devastatingly manly and handsome.

It was hard to describe it, really, and it made you a bit enamored with him. You'd caught yourself watching him for the past two hours, subtly of course, to ensure he wouldn't notice. You'd had to hide your smile when you noticed the dent in his nose, disrupting the straight line of it, undoubtedly from a football injury.

You'd also caught yourself staring at his long lashes, fluttering and touching his cheek whenever he blinked. They were thick, too, such wasted potential on a guy who would never understand what a blessing they are.

You noticed the small beauty marks on his skin; littered across his face, down his neck, branding him in a delicate way. Part of you wanted to trace them, run your fingers over his skin to feel whether it would be as soft as it looked.

Even his blonde hair, unkempt and mussed up as it was, made you yearn to run your fingers through it. His expressive eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his sharp jawline; staring at Steve was undoubtedly more interesting than studying – he was like a work of art, so effortlessly gorgeous, you weren't even sure he realized.

Of course he does. A guy like that knows how hot he is. You can tell by the way his large biceps are visible even through the lumpy fabric of his hoodie, his thick thighs not well hidden by his sweats. He was built, tall, muscular; a handsome football player, of course he realizes how gorgeous he is.

You offer him a small smile, glancing toward the clock on your laptop, "It's 9.10. We have class at 9.30. And I need to get something to eat before, I think, or I don't know if I'll make it through."

Steve lets out a chuckle at your words, and the melodic sound warms your veins in a comforting way. He's got a great laugh, of course he would, that beautiful bastard.

"You have a point, getting through Professor Adler's class on an empty stomach is near impossible."

You nod, mirroring his chuckle, "Yeah, exactly. But we made great progress today, you'll be just fine for the test, Steve. You're all good." You smile as you get up from your seat to gather your things, and Steve watches you for a moment before he blurts out, "Oh, uh, I don't know, I think I need a little more tutoring, just-"

You shake your head as you chuckle, "No, really Steve, I think you'll be alright for the test. You know this stuff, you just need to be confident about it."

Steve frowns as he watches you pack your books in your bag, glancing down at the textbook in front of him. He hadn't even realized that two hours had passed, it was like being in a different world this entire time.

He's noticed you before, more times than he can count. Not just because you were the smartest girl in class, and constantly had your hand up, but also because you were strikingly beautiful, in an understated way that made him curious to know more about you.

He wasn't sure if you even realized how pretty you were, he had a suspicion you didn't, or that, even if you did, you simply didn't care.

And that was fascinating to Steve. It had been from the very moment he first saw you in freshman year.

[sweetcreaturetm]

PLEASE I need a football au Steve like a safety or a corner and he’s super fast and Eddie does sports photography cause it pays the bills ya know? Anyway Steve is covering a receiver and tackles him and they stumble through the sideline and he lands on top of Eddie. And Steve’s like omfg I’m so fucking sorry but he has to get back to the game. And Eddie’s shook up but he’s like omfg that guy was so fucking hot. After the game Steve gets his name and shows up at his apartment and Eddie’s like omg and Steve’s like listen I’m so sorry I want to make sure you’re okay and Eddie’s like yeah the trainers checked me out I’m fine. And then Steve’s like trying not to leave and then he’s like… can I tell you a secret?

[n8thegr8-stickanime]

Tfw you a black kid on mcxbox and you ain't have other skin packs

[tonystarktogo]

Do you have some fluffy WinterIronWidow for me? I'm felling kind of sad without a reason and your writing always makes me smile 🕷

Since you’re said this seems to me like the perfect time to introduce you to a The Breakfast Club AU. If you don’t know the movie don’t worry, it’s about five kids from different cliques spending a Saturday together in detention and becoming friends.

The Athlete is Steve. (I’m gonna twist his character here and say that his strong anti-bulling attitude later in life stems from the incident that landed him in detention, where he gave in to peer pressure and humiliated another student) 

The Brain is Tony. (He’s a genius, alright, and also his father sucks and there’s a shit ton of pressure on him, so yeah, he had a damn gun in his locker, and no he wasn’t trying to kill anyone else)

The Basket Case is Natasha (She’s just–weird. In the most terrifying way. She’s a brilliant pick-pocket and has all these weird tricks up her sleeve and when she stares at you, you pray she isn’t plotting a way to kill you)

The Princess is Thor (He’s sheltered and popular and yeah, he cut classes to hang out at the mall instead, so sue him. But he also doesn’t let anyone walk over him and his family life is a Mess)

The Criminal is Bucky (There’s his resting bitch face that’s just plain scary, and also how he fights when he gets jumped by a couple of jocks and okay, he’s got a huge problem with authority and he definitely carries a knife that Natasha steals because come on)

And now here they are, locked into the school library together for a whole day and they just–get to know each other. With a lot of insults, and a lot of people saying the wrong things and rubbing each other the wrong way. 

And somehow Tony goes from being a tiny little bit intimidated by Bucky to weirdly relating to him and he’s not blind alright, and yeah, maybe he’s got a bit of a crush but whatever. They’re sorta almost friends, and that’s enough of a miracle as it is.

The flirting means absolutely nothing. Bucky flirts with everyone.

And Natasha notices a lot. She definitely notices that Tony smiles at her when he sees her entering. Which is weird, cause people don’t smile when she comes along. Not even Barnes, who’s the closest thing to a friend she’s got in this place. Not that they talk about it. Whatever.

She definitely notices that she really doesn’t like to see Tony cry.

And Bucky has been in a bad mood all week, he’s half-glad to be at detention. It sucks, the way Stark flinches away from him, even though he tries to hide it, and yeah, maybe Bucky pisses Rogers off on purpose after that. Because he’s got to fight with someone and he’s not gonna do it with Stark.

He just won’t.

Only then Stark’s flirting back, and Rogers’ is knocking their shoulders’ together in an almost friendly way and even Thor is actually a lot nicer than Bucky gave him credit for. He totally blames all these weirdos and the long hours locked up together for almost kissing Stark.

But then Stark kisses him and Natasha hits him in the upper arm so hard it’s gonna be bruised for days because I saw him first you fucker.

And somehow when detention ends he’s almost sad. Somehow, that evening, the world seems to suddenly hold a whole lot more chances and possibilities than it did in the morning.

I just realised that this probably still makes a lot more sense if you know the movie, so I really hope you do because I wanna make you smile!!!

(Think about Natasha pouting for weeks because Tony kissed Bucky first, and think about her interrupting future almost-kisses with the world’s sweetest smile and a genuine compliment for Tony that makes him flush delightfully and duck his head a little and Bucky’s just glowering at her because I Know What You’re Doing but can’t say anything because it makes Tony happy damn it Romanoff!!)