I feel like every time I read anything to do with Steve he is completely out of character and misinterpreted. Everything I read about him feels like i'm reading about some frat boy. So hopefully these head cannons about Steve having a crush do him some justice. Enjoy!
Steve doesn't "get crushes" the way most people do.
His feelings build slowly, quietly, almost against his will. The attraction is never immediate or purely physical.
His feelings would occur when someone feels safe to him - emotionally and morally.
He would definitely struggle with his self-image when it comes to liking someone.
His core insecurities:
Being from the wrong time:
He would worry he wouldn't understand the modern dating norms (not that he fully understood them from his own time)
Would so overthink his tone, pacing and expectations
Probably afraid to come off as awkward, old-fashioned (though he is) or naieve
Would hesitate because he doesn't want to misstep
He feels like he missed the rule book.
Doesn't actually know how to be with someone:
Steve has lived little romantic experience
Unsure how much attention is too much
Fears emotional dependency - both yours and his
Worries he'll fail at the "normal" parts of a relationship
He knows how to sacrifice himself, not how to choose himself.
Still feels like his pre-serum self:
Intellectually, he knows he's changed but emotionally he still carries the pre-serum self-perception
Most likely suprised when someone finds him attractive
He would interpret any sign of interest cautiosly, sometimes with disbelief
Remains sensitive to rejection
Would be afraid you'd see the symbol, not the man
Downplays his heroism in conversations and would become uncomfortable if he sensed idolisation
Feels immense pressure to live up to an image, would feel it even more when his feelings for you develop
Confidence doesn't erase old wounds.
Internally Steve would feel:
Calm, but deeply aware. Grounded yet distracted
Afraid of wanting/expecting too much
Hopeful in a restrained way (he wants to have hope but often puts himself down and tries to contain it)
Worried about misinterpreting anything
How Steve would act:
Slightly more reserved than usual
Overly attentive
More deliberate and careful with words
Deeply respectful of boundaries
His communication style:
Listens closely and asks thoughtful questions
Definetley remembers small details
Would give sincere, specific compliments
Avoids flirtation that could be misread because he hasn't fully grasped modern flirting
His compliments would be more to do with character than appearance
Other:
He would be hyper-aware of his size and strength
The last thing he wants is to come across as intimidating so he'd let you set the physical pace and would rarely initiate touch without clear clues
I think his preference would be someone shorter than him (which wouldn't be hard considering this man is TALL)
Wouldn't dislike if your taller, he's just less accustomed
He would show up consistently and make time without announcing it
Notices mood changes immediatley
Would adjust his own behavior to your comfort
Definetley fixes his hair or jacket without realising when you approach
When it comes to jealousy I can imagine Steve feeling guilty for it
He would constantly remind himself you are your own person
Wouldn't act on his jealously but would withdraw himself slightly instead
Now when it comes to rejection I just know he prepares for it internally ( poor babe :( )
If you did reject him he would accept it immediatley and calmly
He wouldn't question or pressure your decision
But would quietly carry that weight with him. It wouldn't make him bitter, but instead reflective
Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed and found this accurate to the Steve we all know and love!!
More Steve head-cannons will be coming soon however please feel free to let me know who else you want me to write for.
I'm sick of Steve being portrayed as a 7ft alpha daddy mogger guy, so here are some REAL headcanons about Steve having a crush:
- He tends to adjust his jacket or shirt every time he sees you, as if he's getting ready to impress you.
- He fiddles with his gloves or shield (if it's nearby) while talking to you, because he doesn't know where to put his hands.
- He tries to maintain eye contact but quickly looks away if he feels like he's staring at you for too long.
- He laughs awkwardly every time you say something funny, then blushes a little when he realizes it.
- He stumbles over his words or says things that are too formal for himself, like, āI'd like to... uh... talk to you about... that,ā nervously but sweetly.
- He stand between you and anything that might hit or bother you, even if it's minimal, just to protect you.
- He opens the door to the lab or office for you, with that shy smile that he's not sure you'll like.
- He makes sure you have everything you need on your desk: water, coffee, organized papers, working pens.
- Takes extra notes to help you, even if you haven't asked, just because he wants everything to be perfect for you.
- Remembers things you said days ago and brings them up as an excuse to talk to you or surprise you, like, āHey, I remembered you liked X, I got this for you.ā
- Very enthusiastic about explaining something he's passionate about to you, just to see your reaction, and deep down hoping you will admire them a little.
- Leaning in to see you better when you are doing something, even if there is no need, as if he just want to get closer.
- Clumsily imitating your gestures without you noticing, as if he's unconsciously want to be closer to you.
- He accompanies you while you work, keeping a respectful distance but always close by, just so he doesn't miss a thing.
- He takes small risks to interact with you, like walking by you to hand you a document or asking you a trivial question just to talk to you.
- He gently teases you with jokes to make you laugh and see your smile.
- He watches you when you're not looking and quickly looks away when you catch him.
- He gives you awkward compliments, like āthat... uh... the project you did is... very well doneā with an instant blush.
- He is genuinely interested in things you like, even if he didn't care much about them before, just to have something to talk about with you.
- He thinks about you when you're not around, then tries to hide it when he sees you again.
Summary: after you kill the men who sought after Frank, everything goes haywire.
Warnings: angst
WC: 1K
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The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixed with the faint scent of gasoline and iron. The warehouse was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few flickering bulbs overhead and the occasional flash of lightning outside. It was rainingāa storm was in full swing, but inside, it was quiet. Too quiet.
You stood in the middle of it all, your pulse racing, your breath shaky. Bodies littered the floor around youāmen who had once been allies, now nothing more than casualties in the war you had been dragged into. The war that was Frank Castleās life.
You had known the risks when you got involved with Frank, but nothing couldāve prepared you for this moment. The world was spinning, the weight of your decisions crashing down on you all at once as you faced the man you had fallen in love withāthe man who now looked at you like you were the enemy.
Frank stood a few feet away, his chest heaving from the fight, blood splattered across his face and knuckles. His eyes were wild, dark with rage, and yet somewhere behind the storm in his gaze, you could still see the man you knew. The man you had come to care for, despite the blood he constantly shed.
āWhy?ā he asked, his voice low and dangerous, the words cutting through the silence like a blade. His hand twitched, gripping the gun at his side tightly, but he didnāt raise it. Not yet. āWhy the hell did you do it?ā
You swallowed hard, your hands shaking as you tried to find the words. But how could you explain something like this to Frank? How could you tell him that you had been forced into a corner, that you had no choice?
āI had to, Frank,ā you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting the roof. āYou donāt understandā¦ā
His eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he crossed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your arm in a bruising grip. āI donāt understand?ā he growled, his voice rough and venomous. āI trusted you. I loved you. And you went behind my back. You sold me out to those bastards.ā His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as if he was barely holding himself together. āYou betrayed me.ā
Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. āI didnāt have a choice,ā you said, your voice shaking. āThey were going to kill you. They came to me, they threatened meāthreatened us. I thought if I could just give them something, theyād let you go. I thought I could protect you.ā
Frankās eyes flashed with fury, and he released you, pushing you back roughly as he turned away, pacing like a caged animal. āYou thought you could protect me?ā he repeated, his voice bitter. āDo you know who the hell I am? What I do? I donāt need protecting, especially not from someone whoās supposed to have my back.ā
āFrank, pleaseāā
āNo!ā he shouted, spinning around to face you again, his chest heaving. āYou made a deal with the same people Iāve spent my life fighting. You handed me over to the enemy.ā His hands were shaking now, his fists clenched at his sides. āYou thought theyād let me live? They were going to kill me, and you know it.ā
The accusation hit you like a punch to the gut. You had made a mistake, a terrible, unforgivable mistake. But you had done it for him. To save him.
āI didnāt know what else to do,ā you said, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled down your cheeks. āI thought I was helping. I thoughtāā
āYou thought wrong,ā he cut you off, his voice cold and unforgiving. āAnd now, because of you, they know where I am. They know everything.ā He took a step toward you, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something darkāsomething dangerousācross his face. āYou signed my death warrant. You might as well have put the bullet in me yourself.ā
You took a shaky step back, fear creeping up your spine as you realized just how far you had pushed him. Frank Castle was not a man you crossed. And now, you had done the one thing he couldnāt forgive.
āI never meant for this to happen,ā you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Frankās expression hardened, his eyes burning with fury. āIntentions donāt matter. What matters is what you did.ā His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl. āI should kill you.ā
You froze, the weight of his words settling like ice in your veins. You knew Frank was capable of itāheād killed countless men for far less. But this was different. This was you. You had stood by him, fought beside him. You had loved him.
But now, that love felt like a distant memory.
āIāll kill you with my bare hands,ā he whispered, stepping even closer, his voice laced with so much venom it made your heart stop. āFor what you did. For betraying me.ā
A sob escaped your throat, your vision blurring as you looked up at him, your heart shattering into a million pieces. āFrankā¦ Iām sorry. Iām so sorry.ā
For a moment, his face softenedājust for a moment. You saw a flicker of the man you loved, the man who had held you after long nights of fighting, who had whispered promises of safety in the dark. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by the hard, unforgiving mask of The Punisher.
āSorry wonāt fix this,ā he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.
You nodded, tears streaming down your face. āI know.ā
He stared at you for a long moment, the silence between you deafening. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the warehouse, broken and consumed by the weight of your choices.
The rain outside continued to pour, but the storm in your heart was far worse.
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Who says we're happily voting for Kamala? Yes, I'm voting for her. Am I happy about it? No. If you want someone else to win. how about giving us people that YOU believe should win.
This whole thing with Chappell is pissing me off cuz yall begged and cried for Taylor's endorsement of Kamala but now it apparently doesn't matter. You think I support the genocide? no. but it's this kind of thinking that aren't gonna make people vote, and it's this kind of thinking that is gonna make Trump win.
no one who's in support of chappell's anti-endorsement stance was "begging and crying" for Taylors endorsement most people just wanted her to distance herself from the trumpie that was being used as a propaganda tool and she didn't even do that.
the people who were crying for an endorsement from her were liberals who're on the same side as you when it comes to being against chappell's position.
I guess you and I are on different sides of Twitter because they were literally doing so. If hugging your man's bf's girl makes you a Trumpie then I'm going to need u to touch grass fr.
I do agree that both sides are problematic. But I've already seen people say they don't want to vote because of our choices and to me as a woc and part of the lgbtq that dangerous.
like yall cannot be stupid enough to scream fuck israel all year (rightfully so) and then go happily vote for kamala and meme the fuck out of her like everybody did trump like she didnāt just get up on that debate stage and say israel has the right to blow the entire levant to smithereens, do notttttt piss me off
Who says we're happily voting for Kamala? Yes, I'm voting for her. Am I happy about it? No. If you want someone else to win. how about giving us people that YOU believe should win.
This whole thing with Chappell is pissing me off cuz yall begged and cried for Taylor's endorsement of Kamala but now it apparently doesn't matter. You think I support the genocide? no. but it's this kind of thinking that aren't gonna make people vote, and it's this kind of thinking that is gonna make Trump win.
