So, today is soshhy's birthday \o/
Apparently she doesn’t know how to do this birthday thing (or she’s secretly a hobbit) because she gifted me with fic earlier which you should all go and read because it’s amazing
But I had been doing some scheming and plotting of my own and have written a little fic for her as a gift. It’s silly and ridiculously schmoopy because that’s what birthday fic should be!
The last thing Steve expects when he gets back from his run is to walk into an apartment that’s warm and smells delicious. When he’d left Bucky has still been in bed, mumbling that ‘doing anything at this time is unnatural’. He’s not even sure if Bucky was awake or not since all he’d been able to see was some hair poking out of a huddle of blankets.