steve roger x reader oneshots (requests open!!!)

Inseparable - fluff

"awe you two are so cute" clint teased, giving you both a look

"if only steve was straight" you pouted, earning a little complaint from him, as well as a laugh from clint

"you suck"

"i know" 

the two of you focused on the movie, trying to understand why this clown wanted to commit murder. but movies just don't make sense. you could feel steves arm gently hold you, not squeezing, not forcing you to stay. just reassuring. it was nice

then there was a jump scare

you felt your body clench, muscles tightening at the fear of this thing murdering you. you felt steves arms tighten as well, thumbs gently rubbing against the skin on your forearms. you calmed your breathing, letting your head fall back against his chest. the two of you stayed that way, only moving when you remembered the snacks you had placed on the floor momentarily. you offered to share and he took you up on that offer instantly, taking a small handful, dropping the snacks into his mouth while the other arm stayed secure around you

as the movie went on, you hardly remembered you were so close with steve. it had always been this way, you two were just similar. you had a unique sense of humor he loved, he could be is truly nerdy and weird self around you. you weren't going to judge him. 

you guys were the best of friends. nothing more. sure you had a dream once, telling him about it immediately. it was just a dream of you two kissing, it didn't mean anything. he even laughed at it with you

you shifted a bit, feeling steves arms loosen, letting you get comfortable before holding you close once again. his head rested on top of yours as screams came from the screen

you watched the victims run, trying to escape. it wasn't until they saw the police car that you knew this story was going to have a happy ending. those really were the best stories. you watched, the protagonist told the police everything, they arrested the murderer. you watched them drive off, talk and look back and see the killer was gone. not shocking. as the credits began to roll you let out a hefty sigh, sitting up from your spot on steves chest. you stretched your arms above your head, a quiet groan leaving your lips

"that wasn't too bad" steve admitted, standing up beside you, extending a hand which you graciously took

"shockingly good"

"now you're gonna get all scared arent you?" he poked your side, earning a frown

"i don't get scared" you pout

"sure. go to bed loser" he pushed you towards the door, gently but enough to get you to move

"i hate you"

"no you don't" he grinned "now don't come crying to me when you can't sleep"

"can it, i'm fine"

three knocks on the door before you let yourself in

"steve?" you whispered

"huh?" he squinted, sitting up slightly before noticing the time "whats up y/n?"

"i uh... you were right. that movie kinda scared me. can i hang out in here tonight?" you asked, your eyes locked with the ground

"get over here" he chuckled, throwing the blanket back. you smiled, rushing to the side of the bed. you quickly hopped in, letting him throw the covers back over you. you rolled onto your side, facing him

"thank you stove"

"no problem y/n/n, get some rest" he opened his arms, giving you a knowing look as he watched you scoot closer to him. you fell asleep in his arms, not the first time and definitely not the last