Stucky One Shots

Mini Shots

So I'm gonna do all of these prompts in this one shot. They'll be relatively short, of course, to fit each of these. They aren't related, so just read them as little stories on their own.

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Steve pokes his head into his and Bucky's bedroom, where the brunette still lay sprawled out across the bed, fast asleep. He had slept fitfully last night, so Steve didn't want to wake him now. He wanders towards the kitchen and gets an idea.

The blonde sets to work making breakfast. It wasn't a skill of his, Bucky was the better cook, but still, he wanted to at least try. He grabs eggs, bacon, and bread for toast, then gets some coffee brewing.

As it turns out, he is a terrible cook. Bucky wakes to the smell of burnt toast and wrinkles his nose, sitting up in bed. He rubs his face with his metal hand and yawns widely then blinks his eyes open.

Steve sighs at the mess in the kitchen. All the pans he'd used, egg shells were on the floor. He made two eggs, two pieces of toast, and some bacon. The eggs were hard in the middle and crispy around the edges, the toast was burnt to a crisp, and the bacon was terribly undercooked. Though, the coffee was good.

Bucky meanders out wrapped in their thick blanket, his brown hair everywhere. Steve looks over at him and Bucky smiles sleepily.

"G'morning," Bucky yawns, shuffling over and pressing his forehead against Steve's chest. The blonde kisses the top of his head.

"G'morning," he hums in response and Bucky pulls back and looks at the kitchen. He raises his eyebrows then looks back at Steve.

"What exploded in here?"

Steve sighs as he gestures to the ruined food that sat on a plate, next to a cup of coffee with two scoops of sugar, exactly how Bucky liked it. "I was trying to make you breakfast but I wrecked it." He frowns at the food. Bucky 'aww's.

"You made me breakfast? That's so cute," Bucky smiles, Steve blushes and rubs the back of his neck. The brunette takes the plate and coffee then sits at the table.

"You're gonna eat it?" Steve says incredulously, it looked horrible. Bucky nods in response and grabs a fork then stabs the egg and takes a bite. He doesn't make a comment as he eats and Steve feels grateful for that as he cleans the mess he'd made.

"Thank you, Steve," Bucky says with a smile, clearing away his dishes. He starts helping the blonde clean up and Steve smiles. He was so glad to have Bucky.

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"My turn to drive," Bucky chimes as he runs to the car. Steve groans and follows along reluctantly. Their rule was the driver got to pick the music and the passenger had to shut his piehole. Steve slowly gets into the passenger's seat and buckles up. Bucky does as well, starts the car and they head off down the road.

"Now, what do I want to listen to...?" Bucky hums thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. He glances over at Steve with a devilish grin. Steve frowns and shakes his head.

"Don't you dare," he warns and Bucky smirks, clicking the song he was referring to on his Ipod then facing the road once more. He turns the music up loudly and rolls down the windows. "Bucky, why," Steve moans as the song kicks in. He had taken a liking to some of the younger artists, like Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. He also really liked the Spice Girls, and just to annoy Steve, would blast their music. If he really wanted to embarrass Steve, he'd even play Justin Bieber.

'Baby' by Justin Bieber comes blasting through and Steve groans and drops his head into his hands.

"Baby, baby, baby, oh. Like, baby, baby, baby, no. Like, baby, baby, baby, oh. Thought that you'd always be mine, mine," Bucky sings loudly along with the song, which blasted through the speakers. People stop and look at them and Steve's face burns red.