Stucky One Shots

Fan Fiction

One night, Bucky Barnes made the worst decision of his life. He joined Tumblr.

At first it was just for specuation, just to see how the world worked, technology-based. The next step was finding some art work, some writing, and it was rather good. His real problem began when he searched up Captain America and Bucky Barnes. He was shocked at what he saw. All the fan art, all the fan fictions, all the dedication to their lives. He wondered how anyone even knew about their lives.  Did they spend most of their time doing this? It looked like a lot of work. Part of it, if he was honest, unsettled him just a smidge. Some people knew more about him than he did himself, and they were strangely accurate about some aspects of his life. Though, another part of him kind of marvelled at it all; it was fascinating.

Bucky takes a seat at his computer and quickly types in his username then clicks the icon for Tumblr. He'd found a new fan fiction - yes, he read some of the fan fiction he found - and he was just hooked. It was amazing how well the writer wrote them all; Tony was spot on, as well as Clint. And he always fangirled over the ships.

Steve knocks on the door and Bucky jumps.

"Dinner's done, Buck," he says and Bucky nods a little, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Gimme a sec," he replies after a moment, not looking away. Steve steps into the room and Bucky twists around to face him, his back blocking the screen.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing," Bucky lies, looking at him innocently, his hands folded in his lap.

"Uh huh," Steve hums and Bucky nods in agreement.

"Yeah. Nothing," he says with more assurance this time. Steve shakes his head and kisses the top of Bucky's head.

"Alright, Buck. Come down before it gets cold, okay?" Steve chimes before walking back out.

"'Kay!" Bucky calls after him. He waits another moment before twisting back around and reading a little more. One more chapter, he thinks firmly to himself as he scrolls down.

Bucky had very little self control when it came to reading. Four long chapters later Steve reappeared with a plate of food.

"I think it's been a lot longer than a sec," he comments as he steps into the room and hands Bucky the plate of food. The brunette looks at it, then glances up at Steve, a sheepish look on his face.

"Sorry. I'm just... Reading."

"Reading what?"

"... A story. About adventurous lovers," he elaborates vaguely. Technically, it was partially the truth.

"Hmm, can I see?" Steve asks and Bucky freezes and blinks.

"Uh... Sure," he replies slowly, but doesn't move. Steve steps over and gets a hold on the chair Bucky was sitting on, a comfy spinning chair that would normally be reserved for a boss or something. He gives the chair a little push and it spins out. Bucky pouts up at the blonde when the chair spins to face him before continuing its circle around.

"Oops." Steve shrugs and Bucky grumbles something, using his heels to pull himself back over to the desk.

"You big jerk," Bucky mumbles before pulling Steve onto the chair with him, cuddled up next to him.

"Thank you," Steve hums and Bucky huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of his eye. The blonde kisses his forehead before beginning to read. Bucky leans forward enough to see his facial expressions.

Steve mainly looked confused. Bucky's face reddens when he remembers that he's just gotten past a smut part that Steve was now currently reading. It was intense and Steve looks at the brunette, looking confused and baffled and bright red.

"Uhm... What?" Steve's voice squeaks and he clears his throat. "What's that?"

"It's called fan fiction," Bucky explains, resting his chin on the blonde's shoulder. "It's about, uh..." he trails off, trying to think of a way to describe it. "Well, it's... Us, the Avengers," he begins slowly and Steve raises his eyebrows.

"All of it?"

"Well, no," Bucky confesses, scratching the back of his head with his metal hand. "It can be about anyone, really. You write sometimes, yeah?" Steve nods slowly, watching him. "Yeah, so... Think of it as writing a story but the characters in fan fiction stories usually already exist."

"So... Like Sherlock?" Steve asks and Bucky nods in confirmation.

"Yeah, and there's ships and canon and OTP's," he continues but pauses when he sees Steve's blank expression. He goes to Google and types in Stucky.

"What is Stucky?" Steve frowns as the photos load.

"It's out ship name. A ship is basically a couple in a show or something, like Sherlock and John, and people... Well, ship it," he explains as the photos load and images start popping up. Steve opens his mouth to respond but quickly closes it again. He leans forward a little to see the photos and Bucky watches his reaction.

"They, uh, really like..." Steve swallows and glances at Bucky, who tilts his head a little. "Your hair style," he says finally and Bucky nods a little.

"Actually gave me a couple ideas for what to do with it," Bucky adds, giving a tug on his brown hair that still dangled down to his chin, if not a little longer. Steve nods a little.

"Aww, that's cute," Steve hums when he points out one of them when they were young. "Inaccurate, but..." he shrugs and Bucky nods in agreement.

"And canon is what really happens in the show or movie or book," Bucky continues and Steve nods a little, leaning back and lazily folding his arms across his chest.

"Everyone just sounds like a pirate," he says and Bucky shrugs a shoulder.

"I guess, yeah," he agrees before looking back down at his untouched food. He pouts a little. "Pasta? But it's cold now," he whines.

"Wonder whose fault that is," Steve muses and Bucky elbows his side.

"You probably did something to it, stuck it in the freezer or something," he accuses, jabbing a metal finger at the blonde.

"Did not!" He protests and Bucky sticks his tongue out at him. "You're a brat, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know," Bucky replies, beginning to dig into his food. Which was a relief for Steve to see. It wasn't so much that Bucky didn't like eating, or couldn't keep it down, it was more often that he just forgot to.

"How is it?" Steve tests and Bucky hums something.

"Better than last week's attempt," he answers.

"It was a complicated recipe," Steve dismisses with a wave of his hand. Bucky looks up at him.

"It was spaghetti, Steve."

"Yeah, whatever. It was fine."

"You in this story can make spaghetti," Bucky points out, nodding his head towards the computer.

"Well, you're stuck with this me," Steve chimes with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Bucky's shoulders. The brunette pretends to pout.

"I have to see your face every day for the rest of my life?" He complains and Steve pouts at him. Bucky looks at him. "But my eyes'll burn."

"Rude," Steve mumbles. Bucky shakes his head.

"Nah, I'm not," he muses, his arms around Steve. "You love me just the same."

"I know," Steve responds and Bucky smiles softly.

"Well, good. You also know I love you?"

"Duh, Buck," Steve replies with a roll of his eyes, a playful grin on his face. Bucky smiles back and nods.