Queen-honeybee-stories - Aly

I Love…

Summary: A request from @rororo06: “Chris Evans x reader where something is really bothering her and she says she’s fine but Chris doesn’t buy it.“

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~900

a/n: As always, let me know what you think, and feel free to send me requests :)

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You thought you were concealing it well, but he noticed.

He noticed when you went to sleep three hours earlier than normal.

He noticed when you didn’t sing along to your favorite song in the car.

He noticed when you stared off into space during breakfast and barely ate before leaving for work.

Now you’re sitting together watching a movie like you do most Friday nights when you’re both home. Admittedly, you’re having a hard time focusing. You can feel Chris stare in your direction all of a sudden, though.

“I can feel that,” you mumble.

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OMG YES YES YES.

State Your Name (for the Record) - S.R.

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert, emotional H/C

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader       Word count: 5560

Summary:  For a man haunted by nightmares, waking up was an ambivalent process.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love. 

In which Steve feels blue, but he can count on his girl to raise his spirits – especially since she can convince his whole team to do something nice for him.

Warnings: implied mission going not so well, angst, crying, self-doubts,  swearing ,fluff and cheesiness of the highest order

Waking up was an everyday process most people considered unpleasant.

For a man haunted by nightmares, either made up by his traumatised mind or simply by pressing re-play on one from the stack of torturous memories, the action was both relieving and exhausting.

Waking up meant the nightmares were over; waking up meant he had to pick himself up and, despite all odds, face another day, even when his body ached and his soul seemed too tired, yet determined to continue to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love.

A woman he proudly called his girlfriend was nothing less than everything he could wish for; she carried beauty in features she considered imperfect, she never failed to make him smile for at least a fraction, her laughter filled his chest with delight as it lit up the room and she was gentle and dorky to a fault. And for he was willing to give her the world, she reciprocated his feelings to full extend.

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↳ for @captainevans

can we talk about braiding eddie’s hair bc I feel like he would melt into a puddle at someone playing with his hair. mean metal man goes from >:( to :)

of course we can because i absolutely believe eddie relishes in you playing with his hair and running your nails against his scalp, massaging gently.

it starts while he sits on your bedroom floor, sifting through your mess of records and cassettes. you are as much a music junkie as he is, making dates at the record store long and very expensive.

you make your way to the edge of your bed, legs dangling on either side of his shoulders. your hands subconsciously land on the crown of his head, fingers slotting through the wavy strands and combing down to the ends.

he hums at your touch, rolling his neck to the side and bumping your calf. you begin raking his hair back, pulling it all off of his shoulders. eddie closes his eyes and forgets about finding the perfect album to put on- just wants to feel your hands in his hair.

“can i braid it, baby?”

“hmm?” eddie’s unfocused, distracted by the way the gentle pull against his roots stirs something inside of him he’s unfamiliar with.

“your hair,” you say gently. “can i braid it?”

“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs. “anything you want, princess.”

you opt for two french braids, cascading down the sides of his head. eddie finds it soothing to have his hair played with and styled in a way he could never manage on his own. you absently hum “my love, my life” by abba (a band you’ve yet to sway eddie onto) but he pays no mind to it. he just relaxes beneath your touch, warmth spreading from his chest down to the very tips of his toes as he realizes he’s never felt more safe in his entire life.

you are indeed his love and his life.

your post just made me think--ok so Steve's ready with foods for every part of your cycle. he comes home from grocery shopping a couple weeks later with tampons and chocolate and is like "ok we're ready for the storm" and reader's just going "...what storm?" and he's like uhh your period should have started today, right? but it did not start today and

bada bing baba boom it's baby time

you’re so right anon!!! steve short circuits at the new info too!! cw: a couple poor period analogies and 1 bad impregnation joke

he’s come in the house whistling away with bags of groceries for your period.

“steve, did you rob a store?” he’s got way too much food for the two of you.

“you’re funny, though i might have the slight of hand for that.” he really doesn’t, “this is for shark week.”

steve jingles the bags as you polish off a glazed donut. “shark week?”

“yeah, the bloody battle between you and your uterus.” your eyebrows pinch together, “it’s supposed to come today.”

“i haven’t gotten my period at all.” you say and steve’s confused, dropping the bags to the counter unceremoniously.

“you’re pregnant.” he says with finality and you scoff.

“i’m a day late harrington, not a week.” you go to reach for another donut.

“alright, i’ll give it a week, but i’m telling you, they’re swimmers baby.”

all i want is a stranger things reboot where everything is exactly the same except david harbour plays eleven and hopper, joe keery wears his djo wig at all times, joe quinn switches his american & british accents between scenes and nobody acknowledges it and every time someone says something dumb gaten looks straight at the camera in complete silence like he's on the office. is this too much to ask for?

no words. just this. imagine papa munson. *heart eyes*

Steddie with Nurse!steve

I can’t get out of my head the idea of Steve becoming a nurse.

Most likely he doesn’t even see college as an option, so when someone (Robin) suggests becoming a nurse, he laughs it off with “I need college to do that” and “that’s a woman’s job”.

After being kindly smacked for saying that (Robin again), he starts to think about it more seriously.

He does it when he babysits his favorite fifteen year olds, when he helps Lucas out after a minor basketball injury, but especially whenever he’s taking care of Eddie’s battlefield wounds.

He feels a sense of pride and accomplishment every time he changes his bandages, helps him out with simple tasks or relieves him from the pain, but he also grows frustrated when Eddie has symptoms he has not the knowledge to recognize and has to take him to the doctors for check ups.

«Why not a doctor?» He asks Robin one day, completely out of the blue.

«You hate doctors» she replies, after one second of astonishment.

«Do I?»

«Yes??? Don’t you remember how pissed you were when we brought Eddie to the hospital and you kept cursing at them?»

«They were all assholes! None of them cared about him, even if he was half dead! They barely spoke to any of us, and he stayed for like, a month??»

«They were fine, they helped him right?»

«It wouldn’t kill them to be a little kinder…”»

«… like a nurse?»

Steve flips her off and she laughs.

Contrarily to any prediction, he tells Eddie first.

He doesn’t want to give Robin any chance to say “I told you so” before being 100% sure about his choice. He and Eddie got insanely closer since Steve decided to take care of him until he got back in shape, and after that their routine was so entangled that felt more natural to keep it up.

Steve knows they’re weirdly attached to one another, he drives Eddie everywhere, they spend the night at each other’s places, they sleep in the same bed, they talk about the smallest things to their deepest thoughts and fears. Every time his minds wonders about their dynamic, Steve brushes it off as “Platonic with a capital P” like what he has with Robin, but he’s lying to himself.

He doesn’t look at Robin the way he does with Eddie, he doesn’t think about holding hands with her and well, kissing her. But he knows he can’t do any of that, so he buries these thoughts and hides them under the “platonic with a capital P” like he did with Robin months ago.

They will go away, he hopes.

«I’m thinking about becoming a nurse» he says, casually one day. They’re hanging out in Eddie’s trailer, lazily sprawled on the couch.

Eddie sits up, rigid, and looks at him like he has grown a second head.

«Eddie?»

«I fucking hate you» Eddie bursts «do you enjoy making me suffer?»

Steve is absolutely shocked by the reaction «w-what?»

«taking care of me daily like I had a hot personal nurse wasn’t enough?? You want to do the real thing? I bet it’s because of some selfless reasons like “I wanna help others” “think about the kids” and all of that bullshit» he gets up, pacing around the small space as he speaks «it was hard enough to make sure you wouldn’t notice how it made me feel- fuck, you’re going to wear the uniform to? Fucking hell-»

Steve stands up as Eddie is pouring out every single thought he had bottled up, pretty much like Steve Did, probably not realizing fully what he is doing.

Steve steps closer while Eddie is too busy with his stream of consciousness to notice «-just a poor man Stevie, what can I do when you take off my shirt and touch me everywhere? I even dream about it! And I don’t know why I’m telling you this and why are you so close I told you I-» his sentence dies as Steve presses their lips together.

The kiss effectively shuts him up, not that Steve wasn’t enjoying the heated confession, but knowing they feel the same about each other, he doesn’t want to waist one second more.

Bonus:

«are you ready?»

«no I’m not» Eddie groans, sitting on the bed «just come out already»

Steve steps into their bedroom, wearing his nurse uniform for the first time.

«Fuck!» Eddie groans, dramatically throwing himself on the bed. He brings a hand over his heart «help! I’m having a stroke, I need a hot nurse to do CPR on me!»

Steve laughs «there’s so many wrong things with everything you said I don’t know where to begin» but he leans down to kiss him nonetheless.