One Lazy Morning
Prompts: “You’re beautiful, you know that?” + “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”
Word Count: 778
Rating: T (some language)
A/N: my phone is friggin broken and i am just… TIRED but here’s a lil short steve drabble anyway.
“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”
Rolling your eyes internally, you lazily turned on your side to meet Steve staring at you with loving eyes, a playful smile adorning his lips. Sunshine streamed in bright glowing stripes from the blinds-covered window, outlining the barely there wispy beginnings of a beard and tiny beauty marks that you could only see if you looked hard enough. Oh god, he was adorable. “Morning.”
“Morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Steve playfully messed with your hair, making you laugh and plead for him to stop, but not before gleefully attempting to smother you with kisses. A few minutes later, you lied back once again, dizzy with Steve’s canoodling. You were about to go back to sleep when he suddenly pulled the covers off of you. “Hey!”
Steve merely shrugged. “It’s almost 10 AM.”
“It’s a Saturday.”
“I have to watch Dustin, ‘cause his mom’s
going to some sort of kitten day camp or something, so move it or lose it,
sunshine.” You whined, but did as he said, helping him fix the bed while
occasionally complaining and asking if you could go to sleep once again. To which he responded by tossing a pillow at your face. (”Sorry ‘bout that. Not.”)
Steve finally allowed you to go back to sleep, then you heard your stomach growl. He rolled his eyes, before motioning you over and walking over to the kitchen. He scrummaged through the cabinets for a minute, sighing when he found what he was looking for. A waffle maker.
Quickly, you bolted for the pantry and grabbed the box of waffle mix. Running back just as quickly, you tossed it at Steve and his smile widened, popping the creamy batter into the maker. Since all you could do was wait, you hoisted yourself up on the counter and watched Steve scramble about, looking for something else. Smiling, you got an idea.
You grabbed a record from Steve’s parents’ collection and placed it carefully on the record player. The record paused for a minute, then smooth jazz started playing. Well, that’ll work.
When you got back, Steve was setting the waffles on plates and put two glasses of juice on the sides of each of them. He wiped his hands and shrugged at his work in satisfaction. “Breakfast is served.”
“Finally!” You sat yourself across from him and took a bite of the waffles, groaning. “Almost as good as Eggos.”
“Good. I worked hard on them.”
“You literally only poured waffle mix into the waffle maker. But I guess that’s hard enough for you.” You jokingly said and Steve pressed a hand on his chest in mock pain. “How rude. After everything I’ve done?”
Smiling, you remained silent, taking another large bite out of the waffle. Steve ate as well, taking sips of his juice from time to time. Out of randomness, you grinned at him after finishing a waffle and quickly going for another one. He smiled, chuckling. “You’re beautiful you know that?”
“Even though my hair’s a mess and I’m currently devouring a waffle?”
“Especially even though your hair’s a mess and you’re currently devouring a waffle.”