This is a drabble for @friskycupcake
First, I would like to say Happy Birthday! And may all your wishes come true!
Title: Birthday Mess
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
I woke up, the sun shine pooling in through my window. I stretched and the arm around my waist tightened. I turned to face Steve, half asleep, slightly snoring. I giggled turning over. He looked so good in the morning, I gently traced his jaw with my index finger, stifling my giggles as I watched him move, his nose twitching. I lifted my hand ready to get him to awake when his eyes suddenly flew open and he pinned me onto the bed. I laughed trying to get him off me, his blue eyes raking over my features as his baby blues settled on mine.
“Happy Birthday Doll” he whispered and pressed his lips onto my forehead, his arms wrapping around me. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. Steve slowly lifted me up, my eyes glanced at the clock and the numerals 1030 stared back at me. “I’ll make you breakfast” I said as I attempted to get up, only to be pinned down, my head sinking into the pillow. “It’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be the one cooking? I’ll make you those pancakes you love” he said a grin on his face.
“Steve honey, you nearly burnt our kitchen down the last time you tried for our anniversary” I stated chuckling when he seemed disappointed. “But we could do it together!” I suggested tickling his sides laughing as he tumbled off me, I got up grabbing one of Steve’s shirts and ran off to kitchen. I heard his footsteps and laughed as he held me close.
“You’re never getting away from me doll, I love you so much” he said softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips pressing against my head. “So, about the pancakes?” I asked. “Let’s do it” Steve replied enthusiastically.
“Steve the flour!” I yelled and burst into laughter as I watched him end with the whole packet on flour on him. He glared at me playfully and stretched his arms out. “Steve, come on, we’re not doing this” I said backing away as he came closer. I giggled and ran for the room only to have him pick me up, holding me tight. “I want a hug (y/n)” he said as I struggled laughing. He wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you, happy birthday sweetheart” Steve said a smile on his face.
“And I love you Rogers”
Hope you liked it!