Till The End Of Time (Steve x Reader)

                                    

                                          
Till The End Of Time sung by Perry Como
Some of y'all already read this. Sorry!
                          
You had a long day at work. Your feet were aching and all you wanted to do was lay down on the couch and curl up in your favorite blanket and binge watch something on Netflix. 
                          
You place your keys on the hook and drop your purse onto the counter beside the door. You let out a long sigh and shake out your (h/c) locks. It wasn't unusual that you were greeted to silence. You typically get off work first. 
                          
You kick off your heels and began heading for the bedroom to put on your favorite pair of sweatpants. 
                          
You freeze, seeing his back to you. 
                          
He glances over his shoulder, those blue eyes lighting up at the sight of you. 
                          
"(Y/N), you're home." He smiles, quickly rising to his feet. In his hands, he holds (f/c) flowers. He rushes to you, holding them out.
                          
"Steve, these are beautiful." You gush. Quickly, you take them from his hands and look up at his face. "What are you doing home so soon?" 
                          
"I just wanted to do something for you since you seemed to be having a stressful week. That's all." He says, a tint of red on his cheeks.
                          
When it comes to acts of romance, Steve has always been on the shy side. He's never been good at delivering lines you know he practiced for hours. He tries his best to impress, but never fails to have something go wrong. 
                          
To come home and find him waiting with flowers made your heart flutter. 
                          
"Thanks, that's very sweet of you." You say, referring to the flowers. You take a quick sniff then go and get a vase to put them in. As you walk further into the house, you see that dinner is already prepared and ready to be served. 
                          
You pause, taking in the scene. 
                          
He fills a vase with water then grabs the flowers from your hands. He places them inside and sets them as a center piece on the table. He opens his arms, showing off the table with grin. 
                          
"Should I be worried?" You ask. 
                          
"Possibly. We both know I'm not much of a cook." He chuckles, his cheeks flushing. He suddenly stops then rushes to you. He leads you to the table and pulls out a chair. Feeling like you were in a trance, you take a seat. 
                          
He sits across from you, scooting his chair forward. "Well, dig in." He smiles, serving you first. 
                          
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As he talks about his day, you let out a soft sigh, watching his face illuminate the room. You place your elbow on the table and rest your head in your hand, gazing at him. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours. He begins to look worried. "This is okay, right?" He asks. 
                          
"Oh, Steve. This is perfect." You smile, reaching across and grabbing his hand. 
                          
He smiles, holding your hand tight. "I was afraid I had screwed up somewhere." He chuckles. 
                          
"The only thing you screwed up on is now you have to try and top this the next you plan on being romantic." You tease, making him shake his head at you. 
                          
"I did that good, huh?" He plays along. 
                          
"Yupp." You nod. "I didn't have to cook and I got gorgeous flowers. I'm not sure how it could be any better." 
                          
"I'm glad you're enjoying this cause we both know that this won't happen again for a while." He laughs, making you giggle along as well. Curse his infectious laughs. They always get to you. 
                          
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"What's taking you so long?" Steve asks from the couch. He was laying down, waiting for you to return so you could watch a movie. Yupp, it was a fact. He knew you like the back of his hand. 
                          
"I'm coming. I'm coming." You say. You plop down the record player, setting it on a shelf in the living room. 
                          
You hear Steve sit up, trying to see what you are setting up. Thankfully, you're covering it with your body. You try your best to hide your smile as you place the vinyl on and set the needle on the groove. After a few laps, a love song begins. 
                          
You turn around, seeing Steve with his eyebrows furrowed above his blue eyes. "(Y/N)?" 
                          
"Dance with me." You say, grabbing his hands. 
                          
He shakes his head, unwillingly standing up. 
                          
"Come on." You encourage. 
                          
"No, (Y/N)." He refuses as you pull him into the center of the room. 
                          
"It'll be fun." You brush off. "It's one dance." 
                          
"I don't even know how to dance. No." He argues, his playfulness being replaced with hurt. You stop, looking at him. Was he being serious? His eyes darted between the floor and you. "I just. . . It was never my thing." He mumbles, his cheeks deeply flushing.
                          
You slowly pull him to you. "I can teach you." You softly say, an inch between your faces. 
                          
"You know I'm a slow learner." He quietly replies, his eyes staring into yours. 
                          
"I don't care." 
                          
"I'll step on your toes." He whispered, a soft smile on his face. 
                          
You place your hand on his cheek, holding his face. "It'll be worth it." You say, your voice barely audible above the music. 
                          
His hands find your waist. 
                          
Your arms wrap his neck. 
                          
You begin swaying to the music, your eyes locked. 
                          
It seems like everything is frozen in time. You feel like the only two people left on earth. You and Steve. Steve and you. No one else. 
                          
Your heart begins beating faster and faster as his grip tightens. You close your eyes and place your head against his chest. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your body. You feel protected in his strong arms and you never want to leave. It's warm and safe and smells like him. The deep scent of sweet caramel makes you melt into him.
                          
You step onto his feet, relying completely on him. You hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he rests his cheek on top of you head. Your arms slowly run down his chest and wrap around him. 
                          
"I love you." You whisper. 
                          
"I love you, too." He quietly replies. He kisses your head then returns his head again, still holding you tight.
                          
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