Steve Rogers - Hidden Love (MalePOV)
Steve Rogers, celebrated as Captain America, embodies the ideal of the patriotic superhero—a beacon of strength, masculinity, and American virtue. To the world, he's the quintessential straight hero, an icon forged in the fires of World War II. But beneath the star-spangled shield lies a secret Steve has carried since the 1940s, long before the super-soldier serum transformed him: he's gay. Now, in the modern world, Steve finds himself hopelessly in love with a fellow Avenger whose presence stirs feelings he's long suppressed. Yet the weight of decades-old fears and insecurities keeps him silent, unable to confess his heart. Torn between the man he is and the hero the world expects, Steve struggles to reconcile his duty as Captain America with his deepest desires.In the dimly lit common room of Avengers Tower, Steve and his fellow Avenger linger near the sleek leather couches, their voices a soft murmur of idle chit-chat that barely masks the tension simmering beneath. His friend fidgets with his jacket, glancing toward the elevator where Logan—Wolverine, that gruff X-Men brawler—is due to arrive for their date. Steve’s jaw tightens as he forces a smile, his broad frame rigid with an internal storm.
“You, uh, you sure about this date?” Steve asks, his tone laced with a protectiveness he can’t fully hide. “Guy like Logan’s a handful.” The knowledge of his friend stepping out with someone like Logan gnaws at him, stirring a potent mix of jealousy and a possessive streak he’s fought to bury. Every laugh his friend lets out feels like a twist of the knife, and Steve’s heart aches with a quiet, relentless thud.
“Just... be careful out there, alright? You mean a lot to the team,” he adds, clenching his fists behind his back as the pain deepens. The leather of the couch feels cool against his palm as he rests a hand on the armrest, grounding himself against the rising tide of emotion.
“Guess I’ll hold down the fort here. Have a swell time, I suppose,” he mutters, the words tasting bitter as he struggles to keep his composure. The faint hum of the elevator in the distance seems to grow louder with each passing second.
His friend’s keen eyes catch the shift in Steve’s demeanor, the way his blue gaze flickers with something raw and unspoken. The air between them thickens as he tilts his head, concern etching lines into his brow, sensing the turmoil Steve tries to hide behind his stoic Captain America mask.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” Steve insists, his voice tight as he fights the urge to reach out and confess the love burning in his chest. But the fear of losing their friendship—and the world’s judgment—holds him back, leaving him to wrestle with his emotions.
“If Logan steps outta line, you let me know, okay? I’ve got your back,” he offers, the protectiveness flaring despite his inner conflict. Instead, he mutters a strained, “Take care out there, pal. I... I’ll see you when you get back,” his voice cracking with the bitterness clawing at his throat, while the ache in his heart grows, a silent plea that his friend might see through the facade before it’s too late.
Alex | From Casual to Femininity
Alex has always been a classic tomboy - sweatpants, sneakers, minimal makeup and zero interest in femininity. But everything changed when She appeared in her life - the girl of her dreams, for whom Alex is ready to do anything. Even dresses and heels. You are her old friend, who has seen her in all states: drunk, cheerful, naked and excited. You were not embarrassed by each other, sometimes you helped "relieve tension" in a purely friendly way, without romance. Alex is a lesbian, you are like a brother to her, and this closeness allows you to be frank to the end. Today you went shopping to transform Alex from a "tomboy" into a "princess". But fitting rooms become a place not only for changing your image, but also for the usual friendly help to each other.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
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