Could I possible get a stucky prompt for "Birthdyay"? Cause, ya know, it's passed midnight here. SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR!!! 🤗
Awwww Sim! Thank you so much, my love!!!
(This isn’t my best but I needed some cute domestic stucky.)
The day started just like any other, with Steve waking up beside Bucky. He cuddled closer, looking over at the man he loved. He traced the wrinkle between Bucky’s eyebrows with his eyes, wishing he could soothe that out, could sooth out the tight look on his face. He wondered if Bucky was having another nightmare. He tightened his arm around him, trying to lend Bucky his warmth. The snow outside kept falling as Steve held him just a moment longer before finally getting himself out of bed. He made sure to stay quiet, not wanting to wake his boyfriend, especially not today of all days.
It was Bucky’s birthday after all.
Steve made quick work of making the breakfast spread up--eggs and bacon and potatoes and toast with orange marmalade and orange juice and the jasmine tea that Bucky liked so much. He arranged it all on the serving tray he found in an antique shop not long after he woke up that reminded him so much of his Ma’s--of her bringing him chicken noodle soup when he was sick and doing this same thing for Steve when it was his birthday.
Steve wanted to keep the tradition alive.
The food was still steaming when he made his way back into the bedroom. Bucky was awake now and he sat against the headboard, the blanket pooled around his waist. He smiled at Steve, his sleepy eyes lighting up as he took Steve and the contents of the tray in.
“Is that for me?” Bucky asked, voice still raspy from sleep.
Steve gave him a small smile as he came over to the bed, setting the tray on Bucky’s lap before scooting over next to him. “Not all of it.” He said, snagging a piece of toast, only to have his hand swatted for his actions.
“What, you too good to share, old man?”
Bucky snorted, sipping at the orange juice. “So? I look damn good for my age.”
Steve made a soft sound of consideration, sizing his boyfriend up. “Well, you don’t exactly look young anymore…” Steve laughed at the scandalized look on Bucky’s face and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.
“You’re a punk, Stevie.” Bucky shook his head but looked over at Steve, moving in to kiss him softly. “But you’re my punk.”
Steve smiled against Bucky’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, jerk. Now eat your breakfast while it’s hot.”
Bucky pulled back and rolled his eyes at Steve, turning back to the food. It wasn’t quite enough to hide the small smile on his lips from Steve though. He took the moment to steal a piece of bacon, Bucky letting it slide this time.