honey yellow

Steve realizes he's become too much of a distraction for you as you prepare for your test tomorrow. But surely, there’s nothing he can do to fix this, is there?

tags: steve rogers x you; established relationship; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; steve 'the-best-boyfriend-ever' rogers; warning: steve isn't a goody two shoes; he's still the best boyfriend ever, though!

warnings: the reader is implied to be in med school (there's only one line of medical jargon). steve calls you 'doll', 'honey', 'sweetheart'. there's also one slightly suggestive sentence.

word count: 2106.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @inklore. mcu and its characters are not mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The soft clatter of a wooden spoon against the pot punctuates the quiet hum of the kitchen. Steve stands by the stove, stirring the bubbling soup, his posture relaxed but focused. The savory aroma of simmering vegetables fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of your pen scratching against paper at the dining room table. Or, well, it should be scratching. Steve’s senses, always sharp, pick up on the distinct absence of that sound far too soon. He feels it—your gaze—warm and unwavering, resting on him like sunlight.

He doesn’t say anything at first, biting back a smile. The attention, as always, makes his heart skip a little faster, but he wants to see how long you keep staring before realizing he’s caught on. Minutes tick by, the quiet growing thick with your distraction. Finally, he can’t resist anymore.

“Is there something on my face, doll?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, tinged with amusement as he glances up from the cutting board where he’s been scooping vegetable peelings to toss into the bin.

You startle visibly, jolting upright with a flustered, “N-no! Nothing!” Your cheeks flush, your eyes wide and guilty as if you’ve been caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. Then, almost as if the words slip out before you can catch them, you add, still stammering, “Except…except your beauty.”

Thank you!! 🤗💖

OMG—thank you so much, Stella!!!! 🥺🥺 You've no idea how happy your sweet message has made me, bestie!! And I too adore & admire your love for Steve, your amazing writing and your bright personality So Very Much, friend!! Thank you so much, once again. 🥹🥹💖💖 @stellar-solar-flare

OMG!!! 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you so much, Janie my sweetest!!!!! Words can never express just how Happy your message made me—thank you very much, sweetheart. I'm very happy to be friends with someone so bright, so sweet, so amazingly talented as you, bestie!!!!!

Wishing you too a very happy belated Valentine's Day!! And sending you tons and tons of love, hugs and forehead kisses right now!!

💖💖💖 @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

dusky pink

Steve knows he's lucky to have you in his life. He knows he's incredibly lucky to be with you. But it isn’t until he sees you, lost in a quiet, simple moment, that he truly understands just how lucky he is.

tags: steve rogers x you; established relationship; gentle romance; domestic fluff; kissing; steve rogers is an artist, he's a romantic, but most importantly, steve rogers is a total goner for you; finding beauty in mundanity.

warnings: none except this that the reader's hair is long enough to be tied into a bun. no gendered language used for the reader.

word count: 574.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @inklore. mcu and its characters are not mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The living room is wrapped in stillness, save for the soft clack of your fingers on the laptop keys and the faint hum of distant traffic outside. Steve sits slouched on the couch, thumb idly scrolling his phone, his mind half-absent as he flips through post after post he doesn’t care about. He barely notices when his hand lowers slightly, his gaze drifting up and—

He sees you.

You’re seated on the carpet, cross-legged in front of the coffee table, the glow of the overhead light spilling down like a halo. It hits the curve of your cheekbone, the soft slope of your nose, the tiny frown that’s pulled your brows together as you stare intently at the screen. There’s a strand of hair falling loose from your haphazard bun, one you’ve probably shoved up without thought, and you’re dressed in one of his old shirts—thin and worn, slipping lazily off your shoulder like it belongs there—paired with baggy shorts that swallow you whole. It’s the most mundane of moments, the kind most people would overlook, but Steve feels like his heart stops.

i just—whuaa? words? to describe? this softness?

(ignore me, thorne, lol. i'm just re-reading and smashing that reblog button like my life depends on it).

Thank you so much, sweetheart. 🥰🥰

your honour, i love him. oh lovie, absolutely needed some more of your steve in my life. school's already a bit hectic and i needed some of his sweetness 🥲

Thank you so much, sweetheart!!!! And wishing you the best of luck for school!! Don't be too stressed; I'm sure you'll do very well!! 💖💖

oh, you're the sweetest! 😭💕

You Too, Bestie!! 🥰🥰🥰

I LOVE YOU, KASS. 💖💖

your honour, i love him. oh lovie, absolutely needed some more of your steve in my life. school's already a bit hectic and i needed some of his sweetness 🥲

Thank you so much, sweetheart!!!! And wishing you the best of luck for school!! Don't be too stressed; I'm sure you'll do very well!! 💖💖

moonlit silver

Four times Steve and you don’t share a New Year’s kiss, and the one time you do.

tags: steve rogers x you; 4 + 1 things; strangers to friends to lovers; fluff and angst; hurt/comfort; angst with a happy ending; slow burn; loosely canon-compliant until the ending of 'avengers: endgame' (2019); eventual happy ending.

warnings: mild angst—heartache and insecurity—present at one or two points in the story. no gendered language used for the reader.

word count: 19,912.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @saradika-graphics. mcu and its characters aren't mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! happy new year 2025, everyone!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[1] December 31, 2013

The Stark Tower New Year’s Eve party is everything you imagined it would be—and more. Glittering lights cascade from the high ceilings, reflecting off the sleek glass walls and filling the room with a golden glow. Laughter and chatter echo from every corner as elegantly dressed guests mingle, glasses of champagne and colorful cocktails in hand. You’ve read about parties like this in magazines, seen them in movies, but to actually be here? It’s almost too much to believe.

You clutch your glass of sparkling cider a little tighter, feeling the fizz tickle your nose as you take a tentative sip. Non-alcoholic, because the last thing you need right now is to embarrass yourself in front of half the Stark Industries elite. Or worse, in front of Tony Stark himself. It’s your first time at one of these events—your first New Year’s Eve party of this caliber—and as the youngest, newest employee at the Stark R&D Labs, you already feel like a small fish in a very big, very glittering pond.

You’re thrilled, of course. Who wouldn’t be? This is the kind of thing most people would kill for—an invitation to the most exclusive party in the city, surrounded by some of the world’s most brilliant minds. And yet, there’s an overwhelming edge to it, a sense of being utterly out of place amidst the glitz and glamour. That’s why you’ve planted yourself in the corner of the room, tucked just far enough away from the main crowd to breathe while still close enough to soak it all in.

People-watching becomes your anchor, your way of grounding yourself in the chaos. You watch the shimmering gowns swish past, the way conversations ebb and flow, the way laughter ripples like waves through the room. It’s fascinating, observing how everyone seems so effortlessly comfortable in a setting like this. And for a while, it’s enough to distract you from your own nerves.

Until your gaze lands on him.

Steve Rogers.

crying but okay.

Thank you for the read and reblog, bestie!! 💖💖

when I’m scrolling through a blog and see they reblogged one of my posts

honey yellow

Steve realizes he's become too much of a distraction for you as you prepare for your test tomorrow. But surely, there’s nothing he can do to fix this, is there?

tags: steve rogers x you; established relationship; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; steve 'the-best-boyfriend-ever' rogers; warning: steve isn't a goody two shoes; he's still the best boyfriend ever, though!

warnings: the reader is implied to be in med school (there's only one line of medical jargon). steve calls you 'doll', 'honey', 'sweetheart'. there's also one slightly suggestive sentence.

word count: 2106.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @inklore. mcu and its characters are not mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The soft clatter of a wooden spoon against the pot punctuates the quiet hum of the kitchen. Steve stands by the stove, stirring the bubbling soup, his posture relaxed but focused. The savory aroma of simmering vegetables fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of your pen scratching against paper at the dining room table. Or, well, it should be scratching. Steve’s senses, always sharp, pick up on the distinct absence of that sound far too soon. He feels it—your gaze—warm and unwavering, resting on him like sunlight.

He doesn’t say anything at first, biting back a smile. The attention, as always, makes his heart skip a little faster, but he wants to see how long you keep staring before realizing he’s caught on. Minutes tick by, the quiet growing thick with your distraction. Finally, he can’t resist anymore.

“Is there something on my face, doll?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, tinged with amusement as he glances up from the cutting board where he’s been scooping vegetable peelings to toss into the bin.

You startle visibly, jolting upright with a flustered, “N-no! Nothing!” Your cheeks flush, your eyes wide and guilty as if you’ve been caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. Then, almost as if the words slip out before you can catch them, you add, still stammering, “Except…except your beauty.”

THIS IS THE SWEETEST COMPLIMENT EVER, BABES!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! I'M SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU LIKED READING THIS FIC. 🥹🥹💖💖💖💖

thorne, any time i see you've posted a new fic or reblogged an older one, i'm tripping over my feet to come here and read it. you're exceptionally talented and deserve all the compliments! <3

SERIOUSLY, THANK YOU SO MUCH, ONCE MORE, BESTIE!!!!

honey yellow

Steve realizes he's become too much of a distraction for you as you prepare for your test tomorrow. But surely, there’s nothing he can do to fix this, is there?

tags: steve rogers x you; established relationship; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; steve 'the-best-boyfriend-ever' rogers; warning: steve isn't a goody two shoes; he's still the best boyfriend ever, though!

warnings: the reader is implied to be in med school (there's only one line of medical jargon). steve calls you 'doll', 'honey', 'sweetheart'. there's also one slightly suggestive sentence.

word count: 2106.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @inklore. mcu and its characters are not mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The soft clatter of a wooden spoon against the pot punctuates the quiet hum of the kitchen. Steve stands by the stove, stirring the bubbling soup, his posture relaxed but focused. The savory aroma of simmering vegetables fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of your pen scratching against paper at the dining room table. Or, well, it should be scratching. Steve’s senses, always sharp, pick up on the distinct absence of that sound far too soon. He feels it—your gaze—warm and unwavering, resting on him like sunlight.

He doesn’t say anything at first, biting back a smile. The attention, as always, makes his heart skip a little faster, but he wants to see how long you keep staring before realizing he’s caught on. Minutes tick by, the quiet growing thick with your distraction. Finally, he can’t resist anymore.

“Is there something on my face, doll?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, tinged with amusement as he glances up from the cutting board where he’s been scooping vegetable peelings to toss into the bin.

You startle visibly, jolting upright with a flustered, “N-no! Nothing!” Your cheeks flush, your eyes wide and guilty as if you’ve been caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. Then, almost as if the words slip out before you can catch them, you add, still stammering, “Except…except your beauty.”

THIS IS THE SWEETEST COMPLIMENT EVER, BABES!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! I'M SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU LIKED READING THIS FIC. 🥹🥹💖💖💖💖

honey yellow

Steve realizes he's become too much of a distraction for you as you prepare for your test tomorrow. But surely, there’s nothing he can do to fix this, is there?

tags: steve rogers x you; established relationship; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; steve 'the-best-boyfriend-ever' rogers; warning: steve isn't a goody two shoes; he's still the best boyfriend ever, though!

warnings: the reader is implied to be in med school (there's only one line of medical jargon). steve calls you 'doll', 'honey', 'sweetheart'. there's also one slightly suggestive sentence.

word count: 2106.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @inklore. mcu and its characters are not mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The soft clatter of a wooden spoon against the pot punctuates the quiet hum of the kitchen. Steve stands by the stove, stirring the bubbling soup, his posture relaxed but focused. The savory aroma of simmering vegetables fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of your pen scratching against paper at the dining room table. Or, well, it should be scratching. Steve’s senses, always sharp, pick up on the distinct absence of that sound far too soon. He feels it—your gaze—warm and unwavering, resting on him like sunlight.

He doesn’t say anything at first, biting back a smile. The attention, as always, makes his heart skip a little faster, but he wants to see how long you keep staring before realizing he’s caught on. Minutes tick by, the quiet growing thick with your distraction. Finally, he can’t resist anymore.

“Is there something on my face, doll?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, tinged with amusement as he glances up from the cutting board where he’s been scooping vegetable peelings to toss into the bin.

You startle visibly, jolting upright with a flustered, “N-no! Nothing!” Your cheeks flush, your eyes wide and guilty as if you’ve been caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. Then, almost as if the words slip out before you can catch them, you add, still stammering, “Except…except your beauty.”

Ohhhh Steve ❤️❤️❤️

Who’d want to study when Steve is there cooking for you, Not me! Nah ah, I’d rather study him in detail, ya know 🤣😋🥰

When you have deliciously gorgeous specimen as your boyfriend, you’ll always be distracted 😂

I absolutely love this ❤️

Thank you for writing Steve so delicious beautifully and sharing him with us.

🤭🤭🤭🤭

Thank You for reading and reblogging this with such sweet and kind compliments, bestie!! 🤗🤗💖💖

ivory mist

Steve and you are like the opposite poles of two magnets—drawn together no matter the distance or obstacle, always finding your way back to each other.

tags: steve rogers x you; angst with a happy ending; hurt/comfort; one domestic quarrel followed by one ton of domestic fluff; steve 'the-best-boyfriend-ever' rogers.

warnings: mild allusions to abandonment issues present in the story. steve calls you 'sweetheart' and 'honey'. no gendered language used for the reader.

word count: 972.

a/n: pictures used in header are from pinterest. dividers used here are by @saradika-graphics. mcu and its characters aren't mine. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! hope you'll enjoy reading this!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The apartment feels lifeless without Steve.

No sound of his steady footsteps on the hardwood floors, no low hum of his voice as he tidies up or works on a project. Just the hollow, echoing silence and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, counting every agonizing second since he walked out.

You sit curled up on the couch, your knees drawn to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. The blanket you grabbed earlier is tangled around you, but it doesn’t offer the comfort you’re seeking—

Nothing does.

My heart...

Thank you for the read and reblog, bestie!! 💖💖

just going to say that you’re not a real steve rogers stan if you think endgame made sense for his character. you prefer fanon, and that’s ok, but the real steve rogers would never go back in time rather than March forward. he would never abandon his friends. he would always choose a pickett line over a pickett fence. bc that man could retire from being captain america, but never from being steve rogers

In my humble opinion