#shy steve

Summary: You enjoy the summer with your boyfriend, Captain America, who, sometimes, need assurance that you’ll love him no matter what

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS!, the warnings will be before and after the smut, so that those who aren’t comfortable reading, won’t have to), semi-public sex, jealousy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2402

A/N: This piece was written for the loveliest @the-soulofdevil​, who requested a one-shot for my 500 Followers Celebration, and her song of choice was either Love or Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, and I kinda combined the two of them (I got carried away, I’m so sorry if it isn’t what you expected love). Also this is my first Steve fic, so be gentle with me. Hope you’ll enjoy it guys.

Masterlist

Steve has been home from a mission for about a week, and you couldn’t get enough of him. It was mid-July, so you could spend most of your time outside, either beside the pool at the compound, or just wandering through the streets of New York, and especially Brooklyn.

Steve loved to show you around his once own neighbourhood, his stories revolving mainly around places where he got beaten up. You would always caress his cheek, letting him know that you were there and that even if he got shrunken back, you’d still want him and kick the asses of those guys.

Steve was always a little worried, that most women wanted him for his looks, once he got enhanced, and that nobody really saw through it. It was a huge struggle at the beginning of your relationship, because whenever you’d compliment his physique, he would always go into this defensive state of mind, and would be pissed for pretty much the rest of the day. You didn’t understand it, because, sure, his body was a blessing and you couldn’t look at it without your knees going a little soft, but other than that, you loved Steve for who he was, and not for what he looked like.

It was only when you found out what the problem was that you sat him down and talked sense into him. It was that night that you and Steve made love for the first time. Until then, you always fucked, but that night was a breakthrough in your relationship, and something shifted to the better. There were still moments when you had to remind Steve of why you actually loved him, and today was one of those days.

Masterlist here.

Word count: ~1160

Requested: no

A/N: google chrome crashed just as I was about to upload this so I’m lowkey pissed but I hope you enjoy! Please like and reblog and comment, it really means a lot to me! As usual, requests and submissions are always open!

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The first time you heard about the bet, you had shaken your head in disbelief. Natasha was the one to tell you.

 Of course she had been the one to tell you.

 It was during one of Stark’s ridiculous parties, when the redhead sidled up to you. You’d been unconsciously staring in Steve’s direction when Natasha bumped your hips together.

 “You know, we have a bet running.”

 “A what?” You turned to her, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

 “A bet.” She shrugged casually, her leather jacket bouncing up and down on her shoulders. “Half the team thinks that you and Cap will be sleeping together within the next few months. The other half says it won’t happen for another year.” You stared at the assassin, your mouth agape. Was the whole crush really that obvious?

 “What side are you on?” You sputtered. “How much did you bet?”

 Nat smirked, hooking her thumbs in the pockets of her jacket. “I said a few months, and I’m not saying how much, but I know that Stark has a thousand dollars riding on this.”

 You rolled your eyes. Of course Stark was in on this too.

 “He doesn’t like me that way.” You insisted, taking a sip of your beer. At Nat’s suspicious glance, you insisted even more. “Really, he doesn’t.”

 “Where’s your evidence?” Nat raised an eyebrow and you groaned. Nothing could get past her, no matter how hard you tried.

 She laughed at your frustrated expression, and patted your shoulder sympathetically. “Good luck, then.”

 A similar conversation took place a month later between Bruce and Steve. Steve had been in the lab, keeping Bruce company as he looked into the possibilities of stones that carried the same abilities as the tesseract.

“So, uh, Steve, have you been talking to anyone lately?” Bruce joked, a small smile appearing on his face as he overlooked his research. “Nat says you can’t walk down the street without someone coming on to you.”

 This was true; Steve couldn’t go anywhere without being ogled. He’d tried everything: wearing a disguise, baggy clothes, keeping his head low. Despite his efforts, he was always found out eventually. It was getting harder and harder to be polite.

 One of the things Steve had learned quickly was that being in the twenty first century with his body type meant that he would be objectified. While his teammates did it jokingly, the people on the street practically undressed him with their eyes.

 You never participated in the joking, even though you were always around when it happened. That was one of the qualities Steve liked about you.

 “I haven’t… I’m not… No.” Steve said finally, thrown off by the question. He’d expected it from Tony, but Doctor Banner?

 The former must be rubbing off on Bruce, Steve thought to himself.

 “Really? Not even (Y/N)?” Bruce asked, his smile growing more apparent.

 Steve thought about it for a second. He did enjoy talking to you, and while his heart still longed for Peggy, he knew he was “beating a dead horse”, as Tony had phrased it. You had a certain kind of softness that rounded out the team. Unlike the others, you didn’t have too many emotional scars, and you fought purely for the good of your heart. The first time they all asked about your powers, you’d said that if you had the abilities, you might as well use them.

 He decided then and there that he wanted you as a friend.

 But more?

 Maybe.

 Kind of.

 Okay, yes.

 “Um..” Generally Steve didn’t vocalize his nervousness, but Bruce picked up on it immediately. The scientist turned around, a sheepish expression taking over his face.

 “Well, I can’t give you advice, since I’m pretty bad with feelings,” Bruce waved his hand in the air, “but we may have bet on you two.”

 “What do you mean?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

 Bruce turned back to his work. “Oh, you know, Stark. He and Natasha have this bet that you and (Y/N) will get together.” He shrugged. “Nat bet a couple of months, Stark said over a year. I may have joined in on the bet.”

 Steve blinked, processing the information. Even if you returned his feelings, would you really date a team member? You didn’t seem like the person who did that sort of thing.

 He headed out, wanting to go to the gym downstairs to clear his thoughts.

 “Oh, and Steve? You weren’t supposed to know, so don’t say anything.” Banner pleaded, and the team leader nodded, walking out without an audible response.

 A month later, you found yourself on the couch on the common floor, calmly filling out reports (for who, you weren’t sure - maybe for history’s sake at this point), when Steve sat next to you.

 “Oh, hey Steve.” You said, looking up to figure out who was walking to you. “Sorry, I’m filling out reports right now. Did you need something?” You placed your hands in your lap, away from the computer that you had set down on the coffee table.

 “I wanted to talk to you about this.. Thing. A month ago, Bruce said something involving you and me. Apparently, the rest of the team is betting that we end up together.” You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. Steve looked so awkward, but he maintained eye contact, however uncomfortable he seemed. For a guy with a body like his, it always surprised you that inside he was still the little, sickly kid from Brooklyn.

 “Yeah, I know.” You tried to hide your smile, bowing your head for a second before straightening up. “Nat kindly told me at Stark’s party a while back.”

 “What do you think about it?” God, this must be the first time you’d seen him so shy. On the field, he practically radiated confidence, but now, it seemed all that had gone.

 “I think it’s a little ridiculous, but, it depends on how you feel about it. Would you - and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but - would you be open to being in a romantic relationship with me, Mr. Rogers?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “Yes.” His answer seemed so sure, so definite. “Would you?”

 You nodded shyly. “Can I be honest?”

 “Go ahead.”

 “I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.”

 “I don’t either, but we can learn together?” He proposed, and you nodded.

 “May I?” Steve leaned closer, reaching out to brush a small strand of hair out of your face. You didn’t need to give him much of an answer as you leaned closer, meeting him in the middle to give him a sweet kiss.

 When you pulled apart, you gave him a wide grin.

Part Two!

Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Genere: Fluff, 

“You know what Sargent? Cool it.”

“Maybe,” he says, stalking towards me.

He then leans over, and whispers in my ear, “Or I could just tell Steve that you like him…” I look at him, shocked.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, yes, I would doll…”

Shit. Nodding my head, I say, “I’m going to finish stretching out my quads, and then I’ll start to do some warm-up sparring, alright?”

Nodding, he backs away from me until I have enough space to go back down to the floor and repeat the stretch on my right leg.

After finishing the stretch, I get up and go over to the bench that my duffle bag is sitting on. After taking out my water bottle and phone, I put it back and walk over to the two soldiers, who are making a set board for water training later today.

“Alright fellas, I’m ready when you are.”

Steve looks at Bucky.

“Bucky, finish the set board. I’m going to get Emily warmed up right now.”

After Bucky’s affirmative nod, we walk over to where the floor is padded.

I wrap my knuckles with the bandage that Steve seems to make appear out of nowhere and square up.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

He comes at me, quickly, and immediately on the offensive. He goes towards my stomach with a sidekick, which I step out of. I launch a opposing side one-two counter-attack, with a hook to the left and a right-side roundhouse to his head. He catches the hook, but grabs my roundhouse, holding my foot in his hand. I decide to gauge the strength of his hold, and take the opportunity to swing up around his neck, wrapping my left around his neck and using it as leverage. After staying like that for a few seconds, he taps my leg once, then twice, signaling for me to get down. I loosen my hold and get thrown, quite suddenly on the floor, with Steve catching the fall with his body, and holding my back to his chest. He snakes his arm around my throat, and his legs on either side of me, pinning me down. I writhe around, trying everything I could think of. Elbow to the side, an upward breakaway, which worked for a second, and then failed, because his arm was now wrapped around my chest, and arms.

I stop struggling, as a sign that I was done, and he let go of me. I rolled off his body, flopping onto my back, heaving because that was beyond hard, and 

“I think that was enough for the rest of the year, alright?”incredibly tiring for a so-called “warm up.”

“Doll, that was just a warm up.”

“No, I didn’t. I just had a full workout. I’m just gonna lay here for a minute,’kay?”

I closed my eyes, to convince myself that I was just gonna lay there until I had the energy to get up.

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Bucky and Steve looked at each other.

“Doll, I’ve seen you fight for longer than that.”

I peeled open my eyes and glared at him. “If you don’t remember, I had a four hour Krav Maga session with Nat yesterday, and six-mile cross-country run. I think I’ve earned the right to be tired today.”

Steve scoffed. “I’ve seen you be on the run for three days, Emily. I think that you can go again.”

“That was when I was running from you guys! Y’all were chasing after me. I obviously didn’t run fast enough,” I teased while getting on my feet.

“Oh, you think you’re so funny, dontcha Emily?”

“Of course I do, I spend lots of time with Stark.”

“The doesn’t make you instantaneously funny.”

“I’ve learned from him.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, hush. Which one of you will I die with next?”

Steve and Bucky look at each other.

“Fight Bucky, I need to analyze your fight style. See what we can perfect and what new things we can train you into.”

Fuck. At least Steve would be nice about beating me. Bucky would tease me until the day that hell froze over. Nodding, I grunted, and walked over to the mats, trying to match stride with the Super Solider.

Once we got over to the mats, Bucky turned around, and came close to me, and whispered, “If you beat me, I won’t tell anyone that you like Steve. Don’t beat me, and I’ll tell Clint and Tony.”

I huffed and nodded. This little shit was going to get it. It wasn’t hard to make me angry, especially when I’ve had little to no sleep.

“Alright, you asked for it, asshole.”

“Language! Stevie doesn't like that kind of language!”

“It was one time Buck,” Steve says.

“But it was one hilarious time.”

“You weren’t even there, James,” I said. He glared at me.

“What did you call me?”

“I called you James.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Part Three

“It’s already been paid for,” the barista told him and then pointed toward the man that had been in front of Bucky. Even shadowed under the cap and hidden behind thick-rimmed hipster glasses, it was far too easy to recognize that face.

Steve Rogers.

That was most definitely Steve Rogers -- aka, Captain fuckin’ America -- in semi-disguise, loitering as he waited for his drink.

Steve Rogers paid for his drink. Steve Rogers heard what he said. Christ, that was embarrassing.

i have a human skull made of plastic a bit smaller than an average human skull

his name is steve and he doesn't have one tooth

that's it

that's the secret