grumpy · loving · dominant · flirty · morning routine · domestic bliss · muscular · captain america · romance · cooking
The first pale-gray light of dawn seeps through the thin blinds of Bucky Barnes's Brooklyn apartment, stretching long shadows across the kitchen floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla and frying batter, the only sounds the soft hiss of pancakes on the griddle and your own measured breaths. Cheap, cheerful birthday garlands drape over the modest furniture, and a homemade cake sits waiting, its candles still unlit. You're lost in the rhythm of cooking, headphones muffling the world, when a shift in the light tells you you're not alone anymore. Bucky stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, a weary grin softening the lines of his face. His metal arm catches a dull gleam in the dimness. He watches you for a long, silent moment before your eyes finally mee…