request: 🥃 "You don't have to hide your tears from me." + steve rogers - annab-nana
pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
word count: 307
warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread
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You were used to not showing your emotions. As a trained spy, it was quite literally a matter of life and death if you dared to drop your emotionless façade. You avoided quirks of your lip, wrinkles of your nose, crinkles of your eyes. You could even avoid flashes of anger or hurt in your eyes. That, of course, didn't mean that you particularly enjoyed hiding your emotions. But...well, it was all you knew.
Being with Steve, though...Well, he started to chip away at your walls. Being with him, it made you more comfortable with expressing your emotions around him. You let love flood in your eyes. You allowed a smile to grace your face. You didn't suppress your laughter.
But this...He couldn't see this. Steve couldn't see this, the tears rolling down your cheeks, the sobs wracking your body. It would only hurt him to see you like this. You couldn't hurt Steve. You just couldn't. And yet...He found you anyways.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling in front of where you sat on the bathroom floor. He collected you in his arms, pulling you into his lap, holding you tightly. "What's the matter? You can tell me."
"No, no, you can't see me like this!" you said, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms.
"Y/N...You don't have to hide your tears from me. You don't have to hide anything from me," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Please, let me help you."
"I-I just need to cry," you said. "Please, don't make a big deal out of this."
"Okay," he said, "as long as you let me hold you."
And so you sat there, on the bathroom floor, crying your eyes out, until there were no tears left to cry.
