#lmao so close to classifying this as a crackfic but idk

[shieldedreams]

tangled mess (s.r.)

summary ⇾ steve braids your hair (and sam is a tough critic) details ⇾ 993 words / steve rogers x reader / 🌸a bunch of fluff / with a small side of bestfriend!sam+bucky ✨ notes ⇾ idk man, the idea came and i just went with it 🥴

take a bit of hair together with the section you’re holding and go over the middle section. with the newest left section, take a bit of hair and now bring that over to the middle. repeat the process and... “okay... o-kay... doesn’t look complete shit,” you mumble to yourself, nimble fingers picking apart the strands of hair as your eyes trail from the laptop screen, back to your reflection to the mirror even if you can’t quite see what it looks like at the back of your head, “i don’t hate it just yet–”

“honey?”

"jeez!” you feel your heart stopping, your hands frantically letting go of whatever you had been working on. your heart feels like it’s about to fly out of your chest and–”stevie...” you grumble, hair already falling out of place but you can’t let your anger simmer when such blue, bright eyes are already sparkling at you as he makes his way in.

“one of these days, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,”

“and let you get away from me so easily?” he scoffs a laugh, striding towards you and easily taking over your seat by the vanity so you’d use his lap as a new seat instead. (don’t tell him, you prefer this much more) “nice try, doll. not gonna happen.”

“now i gotta start all over again,” you tap on the spacebar to pause the video tutorial you were following, now capturing steve’s attention to: “french braiding for beginners?”

“yeah...” you lean back against his firm chest, hands sliding over his forearms wrapped around your waist. you’re comfortable in his embrace especially after he’s just showered from his morning jog, “just figured i’d try. nat mentioned i should try the other day so...”

"you’re taking fashion advice from her?”

“maybe,” you chuckle, patting his arms to loosen so you can get up. steve follows suit, only to gently grab you by the waist and push you down onto the seat. he’s hovering behind you to see if he could see the screen properly and he manages to press it into full screen.

a small smile crawls onto your face at what he’s doing but you don’t question it just yet. it’s not until he’s figuring out how to play the video from the start that you place a hand over his above your laptop.

“rogers, what’re you doing?”

he seems a bit too shy to say it but ultimately he relents.

"what? i can’t give it a try?”

"stevie,”

“hm?”

“is there a retirement plan revolving being a hair stylist i don’t know about?”

“well...” he nudges you to face the mirror, so he can start to brush your hair and follow along with the tutorial that begins, “you were almost done and i messed it up. so i wanna make things right,”

“as sweet as you are, i probably ruined it myself. i have also accepted the fact that i suck and will probably just ask nat to help me,”

“you think she will?”

“if you can’t resist my puppy eyes, neither can she,”

“i beg to differ,” steve shakes his head with a grin, remembering very well how you tried to pull the puppy eyes on her once and she hesitated for a second before turning you down.

“i’ll settle for you, then. more than enough for me.”

steve doesn’t respond with words, only fondly gazing into your eyes through the mirror when you’re already staring at him back. with reflected smiles, steve easily diverts his attention back to braiding your hair with a smile lingering on his face. though it’s in a different context, steve likes how he’s able to depict your words to take them as they are and they’d still fit.

i’ll settle for you then. more than enough for me.

that regardless of what steve does, be it if he still doesn’t understand pop culture references or if even when he’s still behind in quite a lot of things when it came to learning about today’s world day after day, it always felt like having you by his side made it easier–no, it made it all better.

it felt like instead of saving the world, maybe–just maybe–his purpose of being back is to be saved by you.

“um... stevie?”

“yeah, hon?”

“it’s all falling out of place again,”

at your words, steve is reeled back into reality and he gapes at the mess he wasn’t paying attention to. he frowns at this, creases to his forehead as he grabs the hair brush to–”lemme try again.”

this was gonna take a while. thank goodness you didn’t have any plans today. and, well, with the way steve was determined to get this right (for you) made it all the more bearable to sit here even for hours if he needed it.

((”wow, uh... trying out a new look?” sam comments, just as you step out of the front door (planning to pickup lunch), already bumping into two familiar faces showing up unannounced. bucky only offers a small smile, as if he’s trying to bite back a grin forming on his face as he takes in your... new hairdo.

“what’d you think? i call it: ‘the à la steve rogers’,”

both sam and bucky give each other a side glance; as if to communicate that you’re lucky your face is cute. that hair’s not cutting it.

“...steve did that?” sam doesn’t even hide his tone of amusement.

"that’s highly believable,” bucky nods, lips pursued slightly in agreement.

“eh, luckily he doesn’t plan on being a hair stylist,” you snicker, leaning in close and the two of them instinctively dive in to listen: “i double checked. hair stylist’s not part of the retirement plan.”

“good to know there’s something cap’s horrible at,”

“i heard that!” steve voice bellows past the walls, already building sam’s rebuttal as he lightly nudges you to the side to yell past the gap of the unclosed door, “good to know your ears work fine, old man!”))

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers #) #also in my head no one dies ok #so #: #lmao so close to classifying this as a crackfic but idk #that ending took a course of its own :)