rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + his cheeks

from an outsider's perspective, steve rogers is a hard man

his suit is stiff, his cowl is fitted to his skull

his vibranium shield is essentially indestructible

impressive, defined muscles cover his entire body, his brow is strong, and his jaw is angular

a jaw that often clenches, making him look stern and serious

but this all disappears when he's sleeping next to you

his face utterly relaxed, his cheek squished against the pillow 🥰

even though you don't have work until 9am, steve wakes up early each morning to go for a jog

(not that he needs it to stay in shape, but it keeps him more focused the rest of the day if he works out, and he gets to hang out with sam)

your body has naturally started waking up a few minutes before 5:30am, when his alarm usually goes off

this tendency annoyed you initially, but nowadays it gives you the brief opportunity to just look at steve

the pale sunlight drifting into your bedroom through the translucent curtains and reflecting off his pale skin

snoring lightly, all curled up

you usually can't bear cuddling with him the whole night, because your shared body temperature makes you too hot, but you use this precious moment to push yourself into his arms

he squeezes you.

"stevie," you whisper, peppering his exposed cheek with a couple of kisses before settling back down on the pillow. "stay with me?"

you ask him this every morning.

"i gotta," steve mumbles, wiping at his closed eyes as he rolls over, letting you spoon him. "make you coffee and breakfast, then..." he trails off. "go for a run with sam."

using your whole leg, you clutch at his narrow waist. "you won't take even one day off to stay in bed with me?"

another running joke. in reality, about twice a week, sometimes more, you successfully convince him to not leave you in the mornings.

you smoosh his other cheek with even more kisses, smiling at the faint lines from the pillow that have imprinted themselves there.

he chuckles, drifting off to sleep again.

five minutes later, his phone chimes and he climbs out of bed, but not before kissing the little scrunched-up frown off your face.