Request from anon: Steve Rogers imagine? The reader gives Steve a list of songs that he should know from when the time he missed. The list includes famous songs and her personal favorites. One night, they’re both at her apartment and she has her music on shuffle. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (from the list) starts playing. They dance around the living room and share their first kiss. Flash forward. Steve and the reader are dancing their first dance as husband and wife to the song. Thanks much. :)
“So, I finally had time to listen to a few of those songs you suggested to me. Seems like a missed quite a bit.”
Steve smiled as he stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.
“Well, nearly 70 years of music culture is bound to be a pretty extensive thing.”
Giggling, you shut off the credits of the movie the two of you had just finished viewing and walked over to the iHome you had recently purchased Steve, in hopes of helping him catch up with the times.
“I guess so. Wine hasn’t seemed to change too much though, and for that, in grateful. Would you like a glass?”
“Yes, I would. Thank you.”
You flashed a sweet smile back at him over your shoulder as you hooked up your iPod to the device.
“Hey, where’s the remote for this thing? I wanna make sure you know how to use it, Gramps.”
Glancing around, you scoured the coffee table for the small black remote, until Steve cleared his throat. Lifting your gaze to look at him, you could see he had the remote in his hand and a smirk on his face as he clicked play.
“Let’s leave the name-calling to Tony.”
With a grin, he walked toward you, extending his arm to hand you your glass of wine. However, before you could take it, he set it down on the counter beside you, where he also placed his own glass.
“Nice try, but my hand is over here.”
You laughed and went to reach for the glass of crimson liquid, only to have your hand stolen away by Steve’s own.
“We’ll get to that in a minute. This is one of your favorite songs, right?”
Listening to the song laying through the speakers, you recognized it as “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Frankie Valli; a song you had made it a point to include on the list.
“Yes, it is. You remembered.”
Returning the smile that he beamed down at you, you placed your free hand on his shoulder, allowing him to slip his other hand around your waist delicately as he began to lead you around the living room of his apartment, swaying you back and forth to the music as he began to him the tune softly in your ear.
You sighed gently, allowing yourself to relax in his hold as you pressed your forehead into the crook of his neck, thinking sadly about how the words resonated with your own personal feelings towards the man before you.
‘But if you feel like I feel
Please tell me that it’s real
You’re just to good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you’
“This one is my favorite too, you know.”
Steve spoke thoughtfully as he pulled away, just slightly to gaze down at you.
You gazed up and found your eyes locked with his.
“Because it reminds me of you.”
His gentle voice sent shivers up your spine as he loved closer once again, this time leaning in to press his lips to yours, sending fireworks shooting off in every nerve ending your body held.
You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. This was one of those moments that you would remember for the rest of your life.
'The rest of your life together.’ You thought to yourself happily as you pulled away from the kiss, smiling brightly at the man who had just become your husband.
The both of you blushed as everyone around you clapped and cheered, watching you take your first dance together as husband and wife.
“You know, I still can’t take my eyes off you. I don’t think I ever will.”
Steve was as suave as ever, looking so handsome in his tux that you swore it should be a crime. You bit your lip as you took in the magnificent sight of him, lifting your eyes to his as you spoke.
“I don’t think I will either. Great song choice, by the way.”
“Well, I had a little help.”
With a small wink twinkling in his eye, he leaned down and pressed his lips yours once more in a sweet, chaste kiss.
“If you take anything away from Frankie Valli’s personal story it’s this: Everything is temporary, but talent and heart are forever. When I was researching the role, I had a long lunch with the real Bob Gaudio. I asked him, "What was your first impression of Frankie?" He said, "He was a little man with a big heart." And the first time I met Mr. Valli, he pointed to his heart and said, "They’ll tell you no, but they can never get at this." What’s been confirmed for me through JERSEY BOYS both onstage and off – mostly off – is that they’ll never get at that. Your talent and your heart are eternal, no matter what anyone says or does. No matter what tricks they might try to pull to take off its lustre (and they will pull tricks), if it’s real, it will shine through so brightly that no one can ever extinguish it. Once, when I was a young teenager, I told my Italian grandfather, Mike Cianciola, "I don’t want to sing anymore." He said, "God gave you a gift. It is your obligation to use it." Anyone with a talent, a gift, or a higher goal has an obligation to themselves and to the world to get it out there, to aggressively bushwack their way through the naysayers, and, most importantly: Never. Give. Up.”
– JOHN LLOYD YOUNG, Jersey Boys: the Story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, companion book, 2007 (OUT OF PRINT)