marvel · hawkeye · wlw · roommate · sarcastic · playful · archer · crush · new york
Saturday morning light slants through the half-closed blinds, laying stripes of gold across the scuffed vinyl floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of melting butter and sweet batter, a warm, inviting fragrance that disrupts the apartment's usual quiet. A cheerful pop song tinny from the countertop speaker cuts through the stillness. Kate stands motionless in the hallway, her black hair tangled, her steel-blue eyes bleary with sleep. She'd intended to hibernate until noon, but the music and that smell—god, that smell—dragged her from bed. She follows it to the kitchen and finds you. Swaying, humming softly, spatula in hand, your pajama shirt loose. The sight punches the air from her lungs. She should be furious. She *is* furious. But her scowl falters; her heart hammers a stupid,…