rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + his arms

steve offers to do a lot of little stuff for you

you know it doesn't necessarily come from his upbringing amongst the restrictive gender roles of the 40′s, he's just a sweet boyfriend

still, he's busy, and you're busy, and you'd rather just share chores equally to cut the time in half so you can maximize time spent together

this philosophy applies in almost every situation

washing the dishes. doing laundry. shopping for necessities

but

the line is drawn at carrying heavy things

he doesn't mind. he'd rather you not overexert yourself, anyway, because you might get hurt. plus, carrying all that stuff feels like nothing to him

you appreciate the sentiment, but you mostly let him take the reins on this type of chore because you're there for The Show™

the muscles bulging against the sleeve of his t-shirts and sweaters

the veins revealing themselves as he flexes

god forbid he wears a sleveless shirt and you can see his shoulders and delts too

and you know that his skin is super soft even with the hard muscle underneath

you're sitting on a stool at the kitchen island and you let out an audible whimper when he sets all six of your heavy grocery bags on the counter

he blushes. "you're serious right now?"

"c'mere." you pull him by the forearm until you're nearly face-to-face with his upper arm. you pinch it playfully, smiling big when steve flexes a little for you.

as you dot kisses on his bicep, he laughs. "i love you."