40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

steve rogers - costume party

summary: steve rogers x fem!reader
request by GreysonMavis

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Oh, God.

You stare at the daring costume laying on the bed.

Should I really do this? What if someone says something? What if I don't actually look good in it? Oh, no, I know I'll just look dumb, I'm so dumb for getting this costume, I'll look horrible-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door of your apartment. You immediately suspected it was Steve, your neighbor and closest friend.

You turn from your bedroom and negative thoughts and walk briskly to the front of the apartment to answer the door. You take a deep breath before turning the handle.

"Boo!" The blonde in the hallway cheers, a cheesy grin on his face.

It was, indeed, Steve Rogers.

You laugh at him and let him into the house, greeting him happily.

"Where's your costume? We're leaving in a bit aren't we?" Steve whines, pulling on the sleek black collar of his Dracula costume.

"I'm getting there!" You reply in defense. "I was just about to put it on!"

"Well go on ahead!" Steve smiles, taking a seat in the living room.

You were dressing as a witch to attend a Halloween costume party with Steve in downtown Brooklyn. The closer you got to your room where your edgy costume lay, the more the negative thoughts kept prodding your mind.

And then you were back in the same spot as before, staring nervously at the beautiful but oh-so-daring Halloween costume on the bed. It must have been a while because soon enough, Steve is at the door, softly rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame.

Your attention is caught, and you turn to him.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to put it on?" Steve asks from the doorway.

"Y-yeah," You stammer. "I just - I don't know, I'm afraid I'll look dumb in it."

"(y/n), it's a costume party, everyone will look dumb. I'm Dracula, for pete's sake. And besides, you look great in everything, Doll."

You blush lightly at the affectionate name, looking back at the witch costume.

"You're right, I'll put it on now. Thank you, Steve."

Steve smiles at you and exits, closing the door behind him for your privacy.

Once the witch costume was on, you didn't feel as bad. It didn't look as horrible as you thought it would. You admire yourself and your boldness in the mirror before turning to leave.

It was a bold move. The witch costume was edgy, sexy even. You could never see yourself as "sexy". Never. This was just for fun. No one else would think any more of you either.

"Ready?" Steve pops up from the couch as you enter the living room.

"Yeah," You reply, grabbing your purse from the counter.

"You look stunning," Steve compliments on your way out the door.

"Thanks, Steve, you do too."

The costume party was being held in downtown Brooklyn, out on the streets. Signs of the party begin to become more noticeable as you approach the destination. Halloween decorations adorn the street lamps and fences.