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Flatmates| Steve Rogers

By: malereader-inserts

Steve and you have been flatmates for two years now.

You know his superhero background, it’s not hard, but sometimes it is overwhelming to see him all bruised up from a mission. It’s not uncommon for you to be alone in your apartment complex because of his missions. But, you’d like to say that you and Steve got on well.

Truth be told, you were gay as hell for Steve Grant fuckin’ Rogers. However, you did not know where Steve lies on the dating scheme. So, you shrugged it off, bumped his shoulders and say “Good morning best friend!”. Steve does consider you as his best friend, you’ve been through shit together.

Here’s the thing with Steve, he is clueless. He doesn’t know where he lies within dating, who he is attracted to or if he is attracted to anyone. But, you were pretty close to each other, Steve has observed that you don’t bring anyone home or even mention about you dating - somehow Steve was thankful that you weren’t involved with that. 

“You’re really the best thing that’s happened to me,” You mention off-handled, putting a mouthful of popcorn in your mouth as you and Steve chill on Friday’s movie night.

Steve looks at you, “Oh, are you sure about that?”

You looked at him, your attention from Top Gun turns to him as you brightly smile, the television light being the only thing to illuminate your face. Steve can’t help but smile back, his heart was racing - thumping against his ears.

“Of course, Steve,” You nodded, “You get me through my shit days, times when I’m panicking. Life’s been better since you’ve been around.”

Steve doesn’t say anything after, you give him another smile before turning back to the movie. He doesn’t think too much of it, you had caught him once thinking too hard that you teased him - “Don’t think too hard, Steve, you’re going to give yourself brain damage.”

But, suddenly you’ve started calling him terms of endearment but honey had been the common one. It was unexpected, and Steve choked on his own saliva as you were washing the dishes you called him honey and asked him if he could dry the dishes off.

He nodded mutely, hoping you miss the hot red blush his face.

“I don’t see a problem here,” Sam said bluntly, as Steve looks at him with a gaping mouth. 

Natasha chuckled, “I think it’s cute,” Shrugging her shoulders as Clint tilts his head to her direction, agreeing.

“Nat doesn’t find most things cute, so if she thinks that’s cute then yeah - I agree with her,” Clint says, shrugging his shoulders before giving Steve a tight smile of reassurance, “Plus, honey is cute.”

“Yeah, well, how am I supposed to function when he says, ‘you’re honey because honey is sweet, just like you?’ I just don’t know how to react?” Steve exclaims as Tony walks into the room with an amuse look on his face.

“Sounds like you need to start accepting compliments, Rogers,” Tony smiles, patting him on the shoulder, “You’ve told us stories of your flatmate, he seems like a nice person - what’s the matter with that?”

“Because he’s afraid to admit to himself that he’s found himself in love with the man,” Rhodey says bluntly, his arms crossed over his chest as Steve looked panicked, “Oh, please, Steve, you’re like a little ray of sunshine when he makes your breakfast, the fact that you’re blushing when you’re retelling the tale that he calls you lovey dovey nicknames, says a lot that you’re crushing on him rather than embarrassed.”

“I don’t love him,” Steve says, as if it was common knowledge however, everyone in the room raised an eyebrow towards him, “Not that I know of?”

“Steve,” Bucky says, a small smile creeping on his face, “How do you feel when he calls you honey? How do you feel when he’s home and when you’re together watching a movie?”

“Well, I feel...nice? I guess, I mean you call me honey, Bucks, but it doesn’t feel like how he says it. I feel fuzzy inside?” Natasha had to hold back a sigh, “I like it when he cuddles up to me when we’re watching a movie, I miss him when he’s in the next room - like, I just want to be with him all the time?”

“Steve.” Bucky looked at him with a look, “Are you serious?”

Steve looked confused, his eyebrows knitted tightly together before undoing as his shoulders relaxed, “Oh shit,” He says softly, “I think I love him.”

“Well, go tell him!” Natasha shouts at Steve, who nods.

“Careful on the way out!” Sam jokes.

Steve leaves the room, to confess his feelings for you. Hoping it’s not too late.

Steve and you sit in total silence as Steve hesitantly eats his second slice of pizza, his favourite movie playing on the tv. There was the occasional side glance from Steve, but you seem more content in watching the film. As Steve leans back to relax as best as he could, your hand had landed on his. Turning his slightly so you could hold his hand, your face softening.

“You know I thought you would be coming to tell me that you had enough of the nicknames,” You admitted, drawing your eyes away from the screen, “In fact, I never knew if you were into men, let alone me.”

“I was figuring myself out.”

“That’s okay,” You say with a soft calming smile, “I’d wait for you, you’re the only person I rather have than anyone else, as cheesy as that sounded, I would have waited for you. I don’t mind, take your time.”

Steve doesn’t cry often, but he did then, there was acceptance in your words, reassurance within the tone and love within the words. You open your arms as he accepts the hug, you chuckled lightly as you rubbed his back gently. 

“You know, there’s a lovely bakery I’d love to take you to, you know, if you wouldn’t mind?” You asked, there was a hushed tone to your voice as Steve pulls back from the hug, his face tear stained. You give him a helpless smile as you pressed your thumb against his face wiping away the tears.

“I’d love to come with.”