Steve Rogers: History Nerd
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve x Male!Reader
Summary: Steve is a proud boyfriend.
Request: Steve X Reader? Something like the reader is in college? Or going back to college and made Dean’s List/ Honors And is shy about it since he is doing a history degree?
“I’m glad you’re going back, but I’m going to miss you,” Steve said. You smiled and shook your head a little.
“You’ll manage just fine without me,” you said as you picked up some papers you needed. One slipped out and you failed to grab it in time. Steve picked it up and his eyes scanned over it.
“Wow,” he said softly. Through the paper, you saw the bold text at the top of it.
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “Ah, yeah. That,” you said, a nervous laugh escaping you as you rubbed the back of your head. “Forgot to mention that,”
“How can you forget that you made the Dean’s List?” he asked, looking up at you with those wide blue eyes. It was hard to look away from him. “Y/N, this is amazing. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m doing a history degree and made the Dean’s List. I was kinda shy about it, considering you’re the famous man out of history.” You shrugged a shoulder. “I was gonna tell you, promise. I just … kinda got distracted. You’re really distracting,”
Steve smiled. He knew he was mischievous and quite distracting at times. “So I’ve been told, multiple times by you. But, Y/N, you don’t ever have to be shy about telling me these things. I’m just so proud of you,” he said. You smiled in return, and found yourself wrapped up in his arms. “I’m telling everyone you made the Dean’s List,”
“You are not,” you said as you put your arms around him. “I would much prefer not letting anyone else know. Tasha probably knows because she’s Tasha.” Steve made a humming noise because, yeah, Natasha most definitely knew. She had been the first one to figure out about you and Steve before Steve had had the chance to tell Bucky.
Steve had a habit of talking about you a lot to Bucky. He found it endearing, but Steve talked about you nonstop. Especially when you were away at college. “When I’m not here. I won’t be able to stand the look on his face,” you said. Because Bucky would be proud and be happy, but he’d most likely murder-glare you for giving Steve something else to blather on about for about six months.
Steve laughed and then kissed the side of your head. His embrace tightened and it got a little harder to breathe, not that it particularly mattered. “He’ll be proud, but not as proud as I am. You’re gonna ace this year, I know it,” Steve said, releasing you from his hold. “My boyfriend, the amazing history buff who got onto the Dean’s List,”
He sounded so proud. As he looked at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes, in the way he smiled at you. Even in the way his hands were on your body softly. As daunting as it was sometimes to know that he cared deeply for you, it was reassuring to know how much he cared.
You sighed, looking up at him, unable to wipe the smile from your face. “You’re never gonna drop that, are you?”
Steve grinned, then leaned down to kiss you. “Never.”