unrelated to anything except the fact that i am baking tonight…i can’t get the metal image of steve wearing oven mitts OUT OF MY HEAD. big ones that go halfway up his forearm and are so fluffy he can hardly grip anything….little mini oven mitts on his big bear paw hands…😭😭😭
SCREAM WHAT WHY IS THIS SO ADORABLE
fuck, i wish i had a more cohesive art style or i would DRAW THIS because i am going absolutely insane this is so cute
Bucky walking into the kitchen to see him sitting cross leggen in front of the oven, watching a cake rise with oven mitts already on his hands-- huge and puffy and designed to look like lobster claws, because Bucky had seen them at some kitchen store and couldn't resist. Melting, Bucky comes up behind Steve and crouches down, wrapping his arms around him from behind.
"Whatcha up to?"
Steve blushes, melting into him.
"Waiting for my cake to be finished. I'm watching to make sure it doesn't explode or nothing."
Kissing Steve's cheek, Bucky plops down next to him.
"Mind some company, lobster man?"
Blushing harder, Steve shakes his head. "No."
"Aw, your blush just completes the look, pal."
"Shut up."
