#i am the smol who is determined to kiss and love on every inch of my giant

[story-thief]

I absolutely love this!! Like look how hungry the smol looks for those kisses!!! I love that the big is even calling them out on it like AH!!! They really do look like they are so eagerly eating their love up (which is adorable given the size scenario) like smol just really loves big and will do everything to make sure that’s abundantly clear!!!! I love and so heavily relate!!!!

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[mojofun]

A Sunday Kind of Love (Pre-Serum Steve x Reader)

Hello y’all. This is a new entry for a new writing challenge I’m participating in. It was launched by @iliveiloveiwrite​ and I want to give them a shoutout not only for hitting 500 but also for the wonderful prompts! Thank you :) The prompt for this story was Etta James’s song “A Sunday Kind of Love”. I decided to write about pre-serum Steve because beefcake Steve is hot and handsome but smol bean Steve is handsome and wonderful and he deserves this. That said, I hope you enjoy the story :)

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last

Past Saturday night

Steve groaned when a ray of sunlight hit him square in the face. He slowly sat up on the worn mattress, bringing his hands to his face; when he did, he cried out in pain.

His right eye throbbed painfully, and his lip stung.

With a sigh, the lanky blond threw back the threadbare blankets off and stood up, traipsing to the bathroom. There, in the small and dirty mirror that was too tall for him, he saw his reflection: his eye was black and swollen, and his lip was split. As if that wasn’t enough, his hand hurt quite a bit.

Memories from the previous night came back to him: the group of guys twice his size ganging up on him in the back alley, simply because he’d dared to defend an innocent waitress from their sleaziness…

He turned away from his image in the glass: he had no regrets, not at all. He simply wished he could do something more, actually take down at least one of his opponents.

He felt as though there was a hidden purpose within him, but he was angry and frustrated because he did not have the means to put it in action.

Thus thinking, he trudged to the small space that he called a kitchen. Something made him stop though.

A strange smell. It was unexpectedly pleasant and sweet, luring him closer to identify the source. He even heard cluttering noises

<<Hey Buck, what are you do->>

Words died on his lips as soon as he spotted the person fumbling with utensils in his kitchen

That’s not Bucky

No, that was far from Bucky.

A beautiful woman was standing in front of his jalopy of a stove, flipping something that looked like pancakes in a pan.

So that was where the mouth-watering scent came from.

She had H/C hair that fell loosely on her shoulders and she donned a pretty D/C dress that complimented her S/C skin

Am I still dreaming?

She heard him and turned around with a smile

<<Oh, hello Steve>>

And I’d like to know

It’s more than

Love at first sight

Steve was amazed. She remembered him? How?

<<Hi, Y/N>>

He could have sworn he’d seen her blush

And I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yeah

Yeah

I want a

A love that’s on the square

<<What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, I’m just wondering…>>

Usually, girls only spoke to him for one reason: getting to Bucky.

Well, none had ever gotten as far as to turn up at his apartment to cook pancakes, but he couldn’t see any other explanation for it

Can’t seem to find somebody

Someone to care

<<Oh, I ran into Bucky while on my way home from the store. He told me about the fight of last night, and I thought I should check on you>>

The short, headstrong boy felt his heart skip a beat, but he told himself it was probably his asthma. His cheeks felt hot… Did he have a fever? 

And I’m on a

Lonely road

That leads to nowhere

<<Oh. Thank you>> He mumbled

I need a Sunday kind of love

<<You’re welcome, sweetie>>

Sweetie?

<<Take a seat. I made pancakes!>>

For me?

He nodded numbly, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. It felt all so surreal, but it was incredibly heart-warming.

As he watched Y/N waltz around the small, dim-lit room, bringing him a plate filled with more pancakes than he could count and a glass of juice, Steve felt his face grow even hotter.

It probably hit supernova temperatures when she pecked his cheek and told him to enjoy the meal.

He had admittedly entertained this kind of scenario a few times- ok, more than a few, in his mind, but it never got this far…

Usually, it was just him kissing her on the cheek.

He never dared to go any further for fear of heartbreak

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yeah

And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute, every hour, every day

<<Aren’t you gonna have any?>>

<<Oh no, I ate this morning>>

<<But you cooked them>>

<<For you, Stevie. Now eat>>

He did so in silence, watching her as Y/N ran around the apartment to fix this or that. There wasn’t much to fix, to be honest, but she found something.

It made him smile.

Just for a moment though, until he was brought back to reality by the pain in his injuries

Oh, I’m hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

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When he was done, he jumped off the chair and brought his plate to the sink. The H/C-haired girl moved toward it, but he stopped her

<<Don’t. It’s the least I could do>>

<<But->>

<<Y/N, stop. I said I’ll do it>>

<<Ste->>

<<I don’t want your pity!>> He shouted. The young woman froze, mouth agape << I don’t want your pity, Y/N. I don’t need you to take care of me>>

And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

The world came to a screeching halt. 

Steve simply opened the tap and rinsed his plate and his glass, not daring to turn to look back at her.

The room suddenly felt colder

To keep me warm when Mondays

And Tuesdays grow cold

<<I… I just wanted to do something nice for you…>>

Shit.

Her voice was cracking.

He abruptly dropped everything he was holding, and it smashed to the floor, breaking into millions of pieces.

Just like you broke her, his subconscious reprimanded. Look at her: you made her cry

It was true: he could see tears pooling in her E/C eyes. It made him feel worse than the lowliest worm in the deepest pit of the Earth.

He was frozen in place, staring at her but unable to say anything

Love for all my life

<<Do you want some help to clean that?>>

Steve still didn’t reply. His heartbeat was drumming, making his ears ring with a dull noise. 

He was scared and ashamed. Ashamed of himself, because he hurt her

To have and to hold

<<Wait, no, you said you don’t want me here>> Y/N snivelled, wiping away a tear that trickled down her cheek <<You know what? I might as well go, so->> She trailed off abruptly, spinning on her heels and making a beeline for the door, leaving him standing there like a fool.

Oh and I want a

Sunday kind of love

What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting her go?

He knew he couldn’t do that: he couldn’t let her go, not like that; not without making things right.

Not while tears poured down her cheeks because of him

Oh yeah

He broke into a run, ignoring everything else. He did not care about the rattling in his lungs, the shaking sensation in his legs or the pain in his wounds.

He had to reach her

Yeah, yeah

<<Y/N!>> He shouted, barely avoiding a disastrous fall down the few steps that lead to his apartment <<Y/N! For crying out loud, stop!>>

The girl heard him and stood still, but she did not turn around. He jogged up to her, out of breath but filled with determination

<<Y/N>> He wheezed <<I’m sorry>>

She winced, but still did not turn around

<<You have been so nice to me ever since we met in that diner, a few months ago, and I never even gave you the time of day… I’m so damn sorry.

I’ve been horrible to you>>

Silence met his words.

Steve bent his head low and sighed, ready to turn around and leave: he didn’t want to surrender, but he would not bother her if she didn’t want to talk to him.

Just when he was about to go, a broken whisper left her lips

<<Why?>>

He bit his lip and cursed when he was painfully reminded that it was wounded, but brushed it off for the moment

<<What was that?>>

<<Why are you mad at me, Steve? What did I do wrong?>>

<<It wasn’t you, I swear. It’s me>>

<<That’s what people say when they’re trying to let someone down gently>> She muttered

<<No, I swear. I… I’m scared, Y/N>>

That seemed to get to her. She finally turned around and Steve jolted again when he saw the faint traces of teardrops on her cheeks

<<Scared? Of me?>>

He gulped.

The E/C-eyed woman a few feet from him flinched, furrowing her brow

<<I hate pity, Y/N. I hate it>>

<<But I’m not->>

<<I know you’re not, but sometimes… It just gets to me.

I even tell Bucky off now and then, because of this>> The boy sighed, clenching his fists and ignoring the pain that shot through him again

<<I’m not used to people just being nice to me for no reason; they ignore me, bully me, or they feel sorry for me.

I’m just the silly, lanky kid with asthma>>

<<I’m so->>

<<That’s not all>>

<<It isn’t?>>

<<I…

Y/N, girls have never looked at me like that. They only speak to me in hopes of getting me to put in a good word for them with Bucky. You don’t know how many times they strung me along just for that.

There were even times when I let myself be fooled, when I chose to believe that->> He stopped for a moment, choking on his words <<You can imagine how that turned out>>

Y/N nodded, frowning still

<<That’s horrible Steve, but I promise you I’m not like that>> She approached him <<I like you, for who you are>>

<<I don’t want you to like me, Y/N>>

Those words made her flinch, but he rushed to explain himself before she could misunderstand

<<You deserve so much better than me doll>>

Did she just blush?

<<You deserve a man that you won’t get picked on for going out with, a man who can whisk you off your feet and who can actually withstand chasing you without feeling like he’s about to faint…>> He paused, took a deep breath and went on with his speech of self-loathing <<You are a fantastic woman, and you deserve someone in your league; someone like Bucky, someone like the guy who was trying his luck with you the day we met>>

When he was done with his tirade he finally looked at her, and he turned frantic when he noticed there were tears in her eyes again

For goodness’ sake, what did I do now?

<<Y/N? Why are you crying?>>

<<I don’t want Bucky, Steve>> She eluded his question and stepped even closer to him until their faces were inches apart

<<You don’t?>>

<<No, you fool, I don’t. I don’t want that guy either. Besides, he was an absolute jerk>>

<<Yeah, he was; a huge jerk>>

They chuckled together

<<And you stepped in to defend me without thinking twice>> She giggled.

He floundered

<<I didn’t mean to make it look like you can’t handle yourself, I swear! I just got so mad because he->>

<<I know you didn’t, Steve. Don’t you see? This is exactly why I want you>>

I don’t want a Monday

Tuesday or Wednesday

Or Thursday, Friday

Or Saturday

The blond was certain he’d gone mad

<<You- You want me?>>

She giggled

<<Yes. Does that surprise you so much?>>

<<Yes. I’m short, lanky, ugly and I->>

His flattering description of himself was interrupted when she pressed her lips against his. His eyes widened, and he froze.

When she pulled away Y/N giggled; her cheeks were cherry red

<<You are not ugly, you doofus. You are the most wonderful man I ever met, and I want you; no one else>>

Oh, nothing

But Sunday

Oh yeah

<<Mh…>>

<<Oh gosh, your lip! I’m sorry, I forgot about it… Did I hurt you?>>

<<No, doll, don’t worry>> Her cheeks grew even redder, and he loved it <<I was just thinking that I may need another one of those, to be sure that you’re telling the truth>>

The young woman gasped

<<You cheeky fiend! I didn’t know you had it in you!>>

He cackled, giving her a loving smile

<<Come on, doll. Give me another one>>

<<Spending so much time with Bucky is getting to you>>

<<I’m hurt, Y/N; I thought you liked me>> He joked.

Her expression grew softer and she took his hands in hers

<<I do, Stevie. A lot at that>>

I want a Sunday

Steve barely restrained himself from whooping with joy, giving her a smirk instead

<<Well then, won’t you give me one more kiss?>>

Sunday

He didn’t expect her to play along

I want a Sunday kind of love

<<I kissed you first; I think it’s only fair that you kiss me this time, lover boy>>

Oh yeah

Her grin cut his breath short, but he shook himself out of it pretty quickly, going on with his suave act

<<As you wish, princess>>

That said, he pulled her closer and kissed her, busted lip be damned.

They stayed like that for a while, until he pulled away

Damn, that was some kiss

Y/N was beaming at him, and his heart beat a mile per minute. It was everything he’d hoped for and more

<<Doll…>>

<<Yes?>>

<<I’m so sorry for what I said before>>

<<It’s ok, darling, I understand>>

<<Thank you. You make every moment of pain worthwhile>>

<<Steve…>>

Sunday, Sunday

Words were only a nuisance then, so they kissed again; it was even more spectacular than the first two, and they could only hope that every kiss they would share from then on would be as fantastic, if not more

Sunday kind of love

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Steve pulled away from the kiss, leaning on his elbow as he looked into Y/N’s eyes. He was about to say something sickeningly sweet, but she beat him to it

<<Oh, what’s the matter, Stevie? Are you tired of kissing me?>>

Well, that was not sweet.

No, it was more of a taunt. The teasing grin on her face only further confirmed his assumption.

But Steve was not someone to back down from a challenge.

Smirking smugly, he cradled her face in his hands before whispering

<<I can do this all day>>

Y/N swatted him on the arm with a snort. He kissed her again, immediately after.