Marvel One-Shots

Symphony- Steve Rogers x Any!Reader

Information for Context: I headcanon that Steve can play the piano, since Chris Evans can. Check out his instagram if you wanna see it :)

Any!Reader

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"Sweetheart, have you seen my sketchbook? I put some lyrics in there and I can't find it."

You weren't sure where exactly Steve would leave his sketchbook, but you agreed to find it for him nonetheless. His beautiful composure was the perfect background music while you shuffled around the apartment you shared, determined to find the book for him.

You went into the bedroom and found it laying open on the bay window seat. You smiled to yourself and went to it, stopping when you noticed what was drawn on the pages.
A portrait of you reading on the couch took up one side of the open pages, the other had close up sketches of your smile, your eyes, your lips...

Curiosity got the better of you and you gingerly flipped through the thick pages, softly smiling when you saw the different drawings of you.

You standing on the balcony outside with a steaming cup of coffee in your hands, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
You doing your hair with the most concentrated face you've ever seen.
You peacefully asleep in bed, curled up under the covers, your hair messily framing your sleeping face.

One page, to no surprise had a sketch of Bucky holding the shield. He was in a fighting stance, smiling, almost as if he was making fun of Steve.

You closed the book shut when Steve called your name.

As you returned to him, Steve noticed a new blush that danced across your face. He raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"

"Hm? Nothing," you said, shaking your head, "it's nothing."

Steve's brows knit together, but he didn't pry. You held out the sketchbook to him and he took it, but he caught you off guard when he set it down and put his arm around your waist, stopping you from going to the couch.
He turned you to face him, looking up to you from his spot on the bench in front of the piano. His head tilted slightly, "Tell me what's going on."

You nervously wrung your fingers, "Um, I uh...I saw that the sketchbook was open...and I flipped through some of the pages," you shrugged and looked to your feet, "I'm sorry."

Steve smiled, "You saw my drawings of you?" you nodded and he chuckled, "Awe, it's okay sweetheart," his hands ran along your torso, bringing you comfort, "I'm not mad that you saw them, you can always look at my work."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer, "Yeah?"

Steve kissed you, "Yeah. Now come 'ere."

He pulled you around the bench and scooted over so you could sit next to him. He opened his sketchbook to the lyrics he was writing and double checked his melody, a habit you noticed he did before he played anything. He cleared his throat, placed his hands on the keys, and began a soft and beautiful piece for you, quietly adding in the lyrics he wrote.
You suddenly realized what was going on. He was showing you a song he wrote.

A song he wrote for you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as he continued, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall into the song. When it ended, you picked your head up and looked to Steve.

"What'd you think," he hopefully asked, "I hope it wasn't too cheesy."

You smiled, pushed back a strand of stray hair that had fallen in his face, and leaned up for a gentle, loving kiss. You pulled away to whisper, "It's beautiful, I love it."

Steve smiled and kissed you again, his beard ticking your skin in doing so, "And I love you."

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A little short, but that's okay. I'm a sucker for the domestic fluff, if you couldn't tell lol. Tomorrow, I'll be uploading three One-Shots since I'll be out of town this weekend for a concert, enjoy!