#steve/reader

[stevemc37]

Hook, Line, and Sinker - MC Steve x Reader

"You're staring," She said, glancing over at Steve from the corner of her eye.

They were sitting on the back porch at his place. Late Spring was dancing in the air with just a smidge of Summer creeping up. The breeze was heavy with the smell of jasmine and rose from the garden, and newly cut grass from earlier in the day. The sun was close to setting, but not quite, and it passed through Steve's short, chocolatey brown strands of hair to reveal shades ranging from dark leather to dripping honey that were usually hidden by the dull nature of fluorescent lights in equally dull lecture halls. The grass was soft under their feet, and the wood from the porch was warm after baking in the sun all day.

He hummed in response, a small grin resting on his face. His chin was sitting on his hand as he watched her, not even trying to hide the way he stared. "Maybe I am."

It wasn't hard to guess why, but the dance they circled one another in, lingering touches and dopey smiles, pretending like nothing was different, was the only thing keeping her from completely falling. After all, she was far too busy with classwork and studying to be thinking about dating her best friend. Yes, that's right. She should keep her head in the game and focus on taking notes and listening to her professors. Not on the scraps of paper that Steve slid across the table when she had already bit down her smile and scolded him with a silent look before allowing her heart to flutter at the way he could make her laugh, even with such a terrible dad joke. No, she should pay attention to the slides she was reading at midnight when he would crack open another energy drink for her, and she would almost swear, if not for her sleepless delirium, that he would brush his fingers against hers on purpose as he handed it off. Anything but the way he was looking at her right now like she was the most beautiful thing on the planet; the only thing worth seeing in a lifetime. 

Okay, I'll bite. 

"And why are you looking at me?" She asked, turning her gaze more fully onto his, even if it made her more jittery than the butterflies in her stomach.

"Because you're beautiful."

Her heart caught in her throat. 

Hook.

It was so casual, the way he said it. He had shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but his smile was unchanging. She was imaging this, right? Was this actually happening right now?

She settled for playfully rolling her eyes. "Okay, you're just messing with me."

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh."

"Really. How could I just go about my day without letting the gorgeous woman sitting next to me know that she's beautiful?"

She could feel the blood rush to her face. 

Line.

"Well," she said, praying the heat didn't completely consume her face as she attempted to regain her footing, "How could I let a charming man get away with a compliment without returning it?"

He raised a teasing brow at her.

"Yes, how could you?"

She blinked at him for a moment. 

"I-" She absolutely could not believe that she was fumbling this right now. "You're beautiful too, of course."

It was true. It wasn't fair how his smooth, dark skin always seemed to be glowing in the fading light. His hands were always soft despite the calluses he maintained after coming home from the gym. He always smelled like the coconut vanilla body butter that he swore by, even though her hands would still get dry during the wintertime, even after lathering it on like concrete. And his eyes--ugh!--they were the kind of bluish-purple the sky would turn just before the sun had completely set. 

"Wow, charming and beautiful, huh? Is there anything else you think you want to tell me?"

The sound she made at that could only be described as a mix of choking and wheezing. Her face was so hot, she wouldn't have been surprised it she saw steam pouring out of her skin. His shoulders were shaking with as he huffed out a laugh between his bit lip, and she couldn't help the laughter than began bubbling out of her at the way his face was scrunched up in mirth. 

Sinker.

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[creativityiskey]

I need help friends. I remember reading this fic where basically the reader is pregnant with Steve’s baby but he decides to go back in time to be with Peggy instead. He returned a few years later to discover the ready and Bucky are really close and he has a kid. It’s a second person pov. Please help!

[softcronch]

I REWROTE CH 10 OF GIVE AND TAKE and i like it so much more omg

it's over twice as long as the original wtf

“Don’t know what you’re laughing at, punk,” he says. “You’re helping. You wash, I’ll dry.” Bucky frowns, but it’s obvious that he’s acting grumpy for the fun of it. “Alright, alright. Jeeze. Move over.” He starts rolling up his sleeves, putting two pairs of impressive forearms on display. You have enough time to wonder if the vibranium arm is an exact copy of the real thing, but it’s hard to tell from just a glance; you’ve never seen anything past his wrist. They slot comfortably into place in front of the sink, side by side. Honestly, they’re both so broad shouldered, it’s a wonder they can stand next to each other so closely like that. Is that a super-serum thing, you wonder? Or were they simply born with similar body types? Steve’s got the most insane shoulder-to-waist ratio you’ve ever seen, but Bucky’s got some obvious tapering around the middle, too, even if his t-shirt of choice isn’t obviously a size too small. These are the queries of an artist, you tell yourself. Yeah, that’s right. Like studying a model in a life-drawing course. Shit… the things you could do with them if you had an HB and a pad of paper…

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[natti-ice]

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[stevemc37]

Enchanting - Prologue | MC Steve x Reader

To the tune of cheering, bursting fireworks, and the clinking of glasses, I wish that I could tell you that I was starting the new year off right. But that wouldn't quite be the truth, would it? With all of the sniffles of a new cold coming on, a healing two inch long cut on the back of my hand from my own pet cat, and hot chocolate resting in my favorite mug, I couldn't help but shudder from the coughing that I was trying to suppress. The tickling at the back of my throat was becoming more bothersome with each passing moment, and for some reason neither water nor hot cocoa were doing the trick.

Swiping a tissue from the box in the bathroom, I used the gentle cloth to wipe away what I thought was the phlegm at the corners of my mouth, glaring at the colorfully patterned cardboard I had grabbed my tissue from. I wished that I could just yell at the bright, happy colors to just shut up. It wasn't fair that I was having a bad day, and this box of tissues wasn't. It wasn't fair that the cat just had to scratch my hand, and then acted fine around the guests tonight because god forbid someone in my life loved and appreciated me (I love you mom, but sometimes I just wish the cat did too). And it wasn't fair that I was the one in the family to catch a cold when I literally don't talk to anyone at school.

Okay, that was a bit of a lie, I thought to myself, crumpling up the tissue before tossing it into the trash can, I have Alex. My best friend of almost two years now. We'd become unlikely friends in the middle of our freshman year of high school -- not because we didn't like each other or anything, but because our interests were so different. But I digress.

As I turned towards the door, my shoulders shook once again with a coughing fit, and I brought my hand up to my mouth to stifle the sound. Damn it. I could feel something small and soft crawling up the back of my throat.

Ew, what the heck?!

Whatever it was had finally travelled up to my mouth. I sputtered and spat, pulling out that wet, slippery, whatever the fuck that was from off the far end of my tongue between two fingers, holding it out in front of my body with mild disgust etched onto my face.

A single, bright pink petal innocently dangled between my index finger and thumb.

My stomach began to swim as my mouth filled with saliva. I put a hand to my stomach, scared that I was about to throw up as a single word filled my mind.

Hanahaki.

No. 

I slowly shook my head, letting go of the petal and watching it unceremoniously drop to the ground from the weight of my own spit as it stuck to the bathroom tiles. It was strange when I initially realized that I had the disease. I didn't shake, didn't cry, didn't even say a word. All I could feel was my heart sinking farther into my guts as I blankly stared at the nasty little petal lying on the ground. At that point, I hadn't really been surprised at the realization. My mind was temporarily soothed that I had finally labeled the reason why my breathing had begun to worsen over the weeks and it always felt like I had something caught in my throat that I just couldn't get rid of. 

I reminded myself that this disease had the potential to be deadly.

My skull began to throb with an oncoming headache.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

That's when a flash of red caught the corner of my eye, bringing my attention to the crumpled up paper resting at the top of the waste bin. Small splotches of crimson dotted the white of a discarded tissue, my tissue, that I had wiped my face with earlier. 

My eyes snapped to my hands to find thin ruby smears across my palms from when I had coughed earlier. How had I been so blind to have not noticed it sooner?

Damn it.

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The MC Steve/Reader Hanahaki disease fanfic you've been looking for. Maybe I'll even finish it...

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[babymangosworld]

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

[inknopewetrust]

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut