Stucky One Shots

OTP Story Collection

I'm gonna write several short stories, each according to one of the above prompts.

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Bucky turns the stereo up as loud as it can go, blasting the song '1940' by The Submarines. It was a catchy tune and had a lot of bass.

He nods his head along to the song, his hair flying every which way. The floor was thumping along with the bass line, rattling the cups on the table. Steve wanders down the stairs cautiously, his eyebrows raised.

"What are you doing?" He asks loudly, stepping over and turning the volume down. Bucky folds his arms across his chest and pouts at him.

"You're gonna go deaf," Steve adds, with a slight frown on his face. Bucky huffs.

"Will not," he dismisses with a wave of his hand. He turns it up slightly in defiance. Steve sighs and rolls his eyes in defeat.

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Steve lies against Bucky's chest as the brunette wraps his legs around his waist. Bucky cards through the blonde's hair with his fingers absent-mindedly as they watch a kid's cartoon, late into the night. They were cuddled up in their pajamas and Steve realised, that even though it'd been nearly a year, they hadn't said those three fateful words: I love you.

He did love Bucky, he realised. He loved him for all his ups and downs and everything. Tilting his head up, Steve addresses the issue.

"I love you, Buck."

The brunette pauses, then a shy smile breaks out on his face. "I love you too, Steve." He kisses his forehead and Steve smiles up at him, looking like a lovesick puppy. Bucky smiles back. They continue to watch the show and Steve sighs softly in content.

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Bucky pokes at his food quietly, stabbing his mashed potatoes repeatedly. While, on the other hand, Steve was on his second plate of food. Because of the serum, his metabolism worked much quicker, and he could actually keep it down, unlike when he was younger.

Bucky lifts his head to stare at him incredulously. Steve finishes off his second plate. "How?" Bucky asks, looking honestly confused. Steve shrugs as he goes to clean up his dishes.

"Well, my metabolism is a little quicker than before," he explains as he starts washing up. Bucky scoffs and stabs his chicken.

"That's a little bit of an understatement, pal."

Steve places the washed dishes on the drying rack, dries his hands and puts the leftovers in the fridge, while Bucky slowly eats another bite of his potatoes.

"Don't eat it if you aren't hungry, Buck," Steve says as he looks over at him. Bucky leaves the table and clears his plate and Steve pretends to look hurt.

"Was it really that horrible?"

"No, no, I'm just not hungry," Bucky assures, cleaning his dishes. "It was good, Steve, thank you."

Steve smiles a little and nods. The two, once finished, watch a movie together.

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Bucky surveys the surrounding enemies with a frown. This was not how he wanted his day to go.

"So we're trapped. Perfect," he growls through grit teeth, gripping his guns tightly as he watches the enemies' guns start to charge, their power heating up. It was Stark tech, stolen of course, by Justin Hammer, and sold to HYDRA for quite the profit.

"Look on the bright side," Steve breathes, his back pressed up against Bucky's as he raises the shield defensively, "now we can attack from any side."

Bucky looks at him briefly over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, muttering to himself.

"We're going to die."

"Hey, at least we'll be together."

"...This time, Stevie."

"Come on, Buck. Let it go."

"Right, Steve, just... shut up. Please."

"Rude."

"This is not how I wanted to go."

"We'll be fine, you wuss."

Bucky rolls his eyes and quickly calculates just how badly they're outnumbered.

"Steve, there are roughly forty-six of them, and two of us."

"We're super-soldiers," Steve reminds as the guns are at their peak charge and the enemies all get themselves ready.

"What's that gonna do against forty-six guns?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to be positive about this!"

"That isn't going to work, Steve!"

The fight begins. The two didn't stand a chance.

But, somehow, miraculously, almost half an hour later, the two stumble up the street away from the bodies littered on the road.

Bucky gasps for breath as he shakily lowers himself to the ground and leans against the base of a building, splattered in blood. Steve joins him with a groan and leans his head against the wall.

"I told you," he breathes, elbowing Bucky lightly in the ribs. Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stretches his legs out.

"Shut up, punk."

"Jerk."