Steve Rogers Imagines

Art, Anxiety, & Cuddle Cures

Imagine being roommates with Steve. He's taking a break from the Avengers to breathe a bit. Like Clint's short vacation but actually longer. He has his own apartment and you. Well he didn't have you. He just happened to be a nice guy that was nice enough to let you live with him.
It was nice living with Steve you both had a lot in common. You liked history and he could provide you that. You both like classy things and were considered old fashioned. You both were only children and you had good parents with a relationship that lasted even after death when they went to heaven. Also one of the big things was that you were both very artistic souls. In fact Steve was going for an art major in college before he went to war. You also were wanting a major in art, but you weren't sure which art degree to pursue. It was that dreaded time of year. Exams. You were really bad at stressing, but this was ten times worse. Steve knew about your stress and anxiety and often times when you helped him with PTSD, he was helping you vice versa with your anxiety and stress.

"Ugh. I'm never gonna get this portrait right." You sighed in frustration. It was a pencil drawing of your great grandfather who served in WW2 alongside Steve. Steve never knew him, but you couldn't help it. He was strong and brave very chivalrous. Pushing your thoughts away you went back to work.
"Y/n. Please don't do this to yourself. You're stressing to much again. I know you want to do good. But you always do. God is with you and I know you're going to exceed in this like I had hoped I would so long ago. Please don't stress out. I know it makes your chest hurt. Take some deep breaths."
Steve tried to soothe you. He was walking around grabbing snacks as he made some hot tea to settle you down.
"Here at least have some tea. My Ma used to make it for me a lot when I was sick or couldn't sleep. I mean I know you've had it plenty of times I just... Thinking about ma that's all."
He said as he stuffed his face with Doritos. He knew not to look at your work till you were through because he knew it would only make your stress worse. He sighed looking at you as he lay on the couch.
He knew you were restless. You had bags under your eyes, your hair disheveled, and you probably had not eaten in at least two days. He heard you mumble under your breath and he was scared you might start to hyperventilate. It wouldn't have been the first time though. He remembered the very first time you did. He wasn't in the room, but he heard a loud thud in the other. He ran to find you passed out on the floor. He grabbed you cradling you in his arms brushing your hair out your face as he called 911. He could've given you CPR but he was so scared he didn't think he just called. He realized he could've lost you that day. He realized he loved you that day as well. He came back from the flash-back and looked at you again. He held a breath.
"Y/n"
You turned around and looked at him.
Be cool Steve be cool it's all good. Should I add a little flirtation... I don't know just say it already.
He closed his eyes
"Come over here and lay down with me."
You didn't know what to say. It became very awkward. You turned back and started to fiddle with your pencil.
Steve however would not give in so easy. He went to y'alls record player putting in a vinyl CD of Sinatra. You both loved Sinatra.
The music was helpful because it did help you calm down. Steve slowly approached you. He placed his hands on either side of your shoulders.
"Please y/n" he barely whispered. "Just for a while. You need a break."
You sighed maybe it wouldn't hurt. It's not like the paper could sprout legs and run away.
"Okay Steven. I suppose."
Dang wow she just said my real name and do I like it rolling off her tongue. Yes.
Steve escorted you to the couch him laying first then you slowly went after. As soon as you stretched out Steve cuddled into you carefully as to make sure it was okay to do. Was it? Would it affect what we have... Nah. It's all good, I mean I'm stressed and tired he's just being nice. But I mean he's done so much for me the past two years. And ... He is kinda cute. And respectful. A good Godly man.
You were slowly falling asleep when you could've sworn Steve kissed your forehead saying sleep tight y/n. Whatever it was you could get used to it. Well if something might happen between us, I will fiiinnally be where Natasha won't be nagging me about getting a you: boyfriend. Steve: girlfriend.