Bedtime should work like in computer games where I lie down and click "yes" on a menu and then there's an eight hour timeskip and I can get up again all refreshed.
Summary: Bucky comforts you after you mess up the cake you were so excited to make.
Word count: 454
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and warm butter. You had been buzzing around the kitchen all afternoon, humming to yourself as you mixed batter for what you were absolutely certain would be the best cake you ever made. Youâd even told Bucky earlier, proudly, that this one was going to be amazing.
He just smiled, kissed you, and said, âI believe in you, doll.â
Everything was perfect. The cake batter looked good. You dipped a finger into the glossy batter for a taste before pouring it into the pan. The moment it hit your tongue, your whole world stopped.
It tasted wrong and salty. Your eyes widened. Your soul left your body. You stared at the bowl for a while, gears turning in your head. And then it hit you, you checked the unlabeled containers with salt and sugar, and realized that you used salt instead of sugar.
Then you did the only reasonable thing. You abandoned the bowl, marched straight to the bedroom, buried your face in a pillow, and cried like the universe had wronged you on a cosmic level.
Bucky peeked into the bedroom, brow furrowed, trying to figure out how you went from âcake goddessâ to âdevastated puddleâ in under two minutes.
âSweetheartâŠwhat happened?â he asked gently, sitting beside you and soothingly rubbing your back with his hand.
You sniffled dramatically. âI ruined it.â
He blinked. âThe cake?â
You nodded into the pillow.
âWhat happened?â
You lifted your head just enough to mumble, âI put salt instead of sugar.â
There was a long pause.
A very long pause.
Buckyâs lips twitched as he bit down on them, his jaw tightening and his shoulders shaking, he was definitely, 100% trying not to laugh.
âBucky!â you warned.
He cleared his throat, forcing his face into something resembling seriousness. âThatâŠis very tragic,â he said, voice wobbling.
You glared at him through watery eyes. âItâs not funny.â
âI know,â he said, failing miserably to hide the smile tugging at his lips. âItâs not funny at all.â
You sniffed again. âIt was going to be such a good cake.â
Finally, he got into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. âHey. Weâll make another one. Together. Iâll even be in charge of the sugar so we donât end up withâŠwhatever that was.â
You groaned into his chest. âIt tasted like sadness.â
He laughed softly and brushed away your tears. âAlright, sugar. Letâs try this again.â He scooped you up and headed for the kitchen. âIâm officially your sousâchef now. And I promise to keep the salt far, far away.â
Summary: Bucky comforts you after you mess up the cake you were so excited to make.
Word count: 454
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and warm butter. You had been buzzing around the kitchen all afternoon, humming to yourself as you mixed batter for what you were absolutely certain would be the best cake you ever made. Youâd even told Bucky earlier, proudly, that this one was going to be amazing.
He just smiled, kissed you, and said, âI believe in you, doll.â
Everything was perfect. The cake batter looked good. You dipped a finger into the glossy batter for a taste before pouring it into the pan. The moment it hit your tongue, your whole world stopped.
It tasted wrong and salty. Your eyes widened. Your soul left your body. You stared at the bowl for a while, gears turning in your head. And then it hit you, you checked the unlabeled containers with salt and sugar, and realized that you used salt instead of sugar.
Then you did the only reasonable thing. You abandoned the bowl, marched straight to the bedroom, buried your face in a pillow, and cried like the universe had wronged you on a cosmic level.
Bucky peeked into the bedroom, brow furrowed, trying to figure out how you went from âcake goddessâ to âdevastated puddleâ in under two minutes.
âSweetheartâŠwhat happened?â he asked gently, sitting beside you and soothingly rubbing your back with his hand.
You sniffled dramatically. âI ruined it.â
He blinked. âThe cake?â
You nodded into the pillow.
âWhat happened?â
You lifted your head just enough to mumble, âI put salt instead of sugar.â
There was a long pause.
A very long pause.
Buckyâs lips twitched as he bit down on them, his jaw tightening and his shoulders shaking, he was definitely, 100% trying not to laugh.
âBucky!â you warned.
He cleared his throat, forcing his face into something resembling seriousness. âThatâŠis very tragic,â he said, voice wobbling.
You glared at him through watery eyes. âItâs not funny.â
âI know,â he said, failing miserably to hide the smile tugging at his lips. âItâs not funny at all.â
You sniffed again. âIt was going to be such a good cake.â
Finally, he got into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. âHey. Weâll make another one. Together. Iâll even be in charge of the sugar so we donât end up withâŠwhatever that was.â
You groaned into his chest. âIt tasted like sadness.â
He laughed softly and brushed away your tears. âAlright, sugar. Letâs try this again.â He scooped you up and headed for the kitchen. âIâm officially your sousâchef now. And I promise to keep the salt far, far away.â
Summary: Bucky comforts you after you mess up the cake you were so excited to make.
Word count: 454
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and warm butter. You had been buzzing around the kitchen all afternoon, humming to yourself as you mixed batter for what you were absolutely certain would be the best cake you ever made. Youâd even told Bucky earlier, proudly, that this one was going to be amazing.
He just smiled, kissed you, and said, âI believe in you, doll.â
Everything was perfect. The cake batter looked good. You dipped a finger into the glossy batter for a taste before pouring it into the pan. The moment it hit your tongue, your whole world stopped.
It tasted wrong and salty. Your eyes widened. Your soul left your body. You stared at the bowl for a while, gears turning in your head. And then it hit you, you checked the unlabeled containers with salt and sugar, and realized that you used salt instead of sugar.
Then you did the only reasonable thing. You abandoned the bowl, marched straight to the bedroom, buried your face in a pillow, and cried like the universe had wronged you on a cosmic level.
Bucky peeked into the bedroom, brow furrowed, trying to figure out how you went from âcake goddessâ to âdevastated puddleâ in under two minutes.
âSweetheartâŠwhat happened?â he asked gently, sitting beside you and soothingly rubbing your back with his hand.
You sniffled dramatically. âI ruined it.â
He blinked. âThe cake?â
You nodded into the pillow.
âWhat happened?â
You lifted your head just enough to mumble, âI put salt instead of sugar.â
There was a long pause.
A very long pause.
Buckyâs lips twitched as he bit down on them, his jaw tightening and his shoulders shaking, he was definitely, 100% trying not to laugh.
âBucky!â you warned.
He cleared his throat, forcing his face into something resembling seriousness. âThatâŠis very tragic,â he said, voice wobbling.
You glared at him through watery eyes. âItâs not funny.â
âI know,â he said, failing miserably to hide the smile tugging at his lips. âItâs not funny at all.â
You sniffed again. âIt was going to be such a good cake.â
Finally, he got into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. âHey. Weâll make another one. Together. Iâll even be in charge of the sugar so we donât end up withâŠwhatever that was.â
You groaned into his chest. âIt tasted like sadness.â
He laughed softly and brushed away your tears. âAlright, sugar. Letâs try this again.â He scooped you up and headed for the kitchen. âIâm officially your sousâchef now. And I promise to keep the salt far, far away.â
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky finds out you like his scent.
Word count: 813
You had always been drawn to Bucky. It wasn't just his rugged charm, those piercing blue eyes, or the way he carried himself with an effortless blend of strength and quiet intensity. No, it was his scent. Something about it was impossibly alluring, a mix of worn leather, faint cologne, and the unmistakable warmth of home.
You knew it was ridiculous. Who got weak in the knees over someone's scent? But every time he walked past, leaving just a trace of it lingering in the air, you found yourself closing your eyes and breathing in deeper than necessary.
Thankfully, Bucky was completely oblivious about it.
"You're staring again," Sam muttered one day, elbows perched on the table beside you.
You snapped your gaze away from where Bucky was standing by the window, nursing a coffee and looking out into the city. "I donât stare," you argued, voice a little too defensive.
Sam raised a brow. "Mhm. And you donât take deep breaths when heâs near?"
You felt your face heat up. "Thatâs insane."
"Is it?" Sam smirked. "I bet if I pointed it out to him, he wouldnât even notice. Manâs got the observational skills of a rock when it comes to women."
You shoved Samâs shoulder, laughing. "Donât you dare."
Unfortunately, Sam dared.
A few days later, you caught Bucky looking at you differently. A little longer, a little more curious. His brows knit together like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
It was during a mission debrief when he leaned in closer than usual, speaking in that low, raspy voice of his. "HeyâŠdo I smell weird or something?"
Your heart nearly exploded. "W-what?"
"Sam said that you-uh-you like my scent or something?" Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably puzzled. "I donât know. I just-"
You were going to murder Sam.
Heat rushed to your face as you cleared your throat. "I-itâs not weird! I justâŠitâs nice? Comforting, I guess. Maybe it's the shower gel or cologne you use."
Bucky stared for a second. Then, his lips twitched into a smirk. "Comforting, huh?"
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "You know what, just forget I said anything."
"Hey," he chuckled, reaching out to gently pull your hands away from your face. "I think itâs kinda nice that you notice things like that."
Your eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yeah." He rubbed his stubbly jaw, seeming thoughtful. "If it makes you feel better, I notice things about you, too."
"You do?" You looked at him, surprised.
Bucky nodded. "You always pick up your pen and twirl it when youâre nervous. Your laugh, especially when Sam annoys you, kinda lights up the whole place. And you lean on people you trust."
"Oh."
"Would it be weird if I asked you out?" Bucky smiled.
"No," you breathed out, lips curling into a soft smile. "Not weird at all."
His smile grew, almost shy. "ThenâŠhow about dinner?"
"Are you asking me on a date, Barnes?"
Bucky shrugged, chuckling. "Guess I am."
Your grin was impossible to contain. "Then yes."
Sam, watching from across the room, pumped his fist in the air. "Finally!"
Bucky rolled his eyes, but his attention never wavered from you.
Bucky picked you up at your door, a little nervous but playing it cool, wearing a dark leather jacket. He smelled exactly like you loved it, maybe even better. âYou ready?â he asked, with a softness in his smile.
You ended up at a cozy little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of Brooklyn. It was dimly lit and warm. Bucky ordered his usual black coffee, and you teased him about being predictable, while he countered with a smirk, âWell, youâre pretty predictable too, considering how much you like sniffing me.â
You groaned, covering your face. âYou are never letting that go.â
âNope,â he said, sipping his coffee like he wonât stop teasing you for the next century.
But then the teasing melted into something gentler, real conversation, stolen glances, the way his fingers brushed yours on the table, the quiet click of everything falling into place.
After coffee and dinner, you walked through the streets, talking, laughing, hands inching closer, closer, until Bucky just took your hand.
Eventually, you stopped on a quiet bridge overlooking the water. The city glowed around you, but all you could focus on was him. His warmth, his presence, the scent you had always loved.
âYou having fun?â he asked, thumb running gently over the back of your hand.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. âYeah. You?â
Bucky didn't answer with words. He just stepped closer, eyes flickering over your face, and then he leaned in. The kiss was soft and slow. It felt perfect.
And when you pulled apart, you exhaled shakily, grinning. âYou still smell amazing, by the way.â
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky finds out you like his scent.
Word count: 813
You had always been drawn to Bucky. It wasn't just his rugged charm, those piercing blue eyes, or the way he carried himself with an effortless blend of strength and quiet intensity. No, it was his scent. Something about it was impossibly alluring, a mix of worn leather, faint cologne, and the unmistakable warmth of home.
You knew it was ridiculous. Who got weak in the knees over someone's scent? But every time he walked past, leaving just a trace of it lingering in the air, you found yourself closing your eyes and breathing in deeper than necessary.
Thankfully, Bucky was completely oblivious about it.
"You're staring again," Sam muttered one day, elbows perched on the table beside you.
You snapped your gaze away from where Bucky was standing by the window, nursing a coffee and looking out into the city. "I donât stare," you argued, voice a little too defensive.
Sam raised a brow. "Mhm. And you donât take deep breaths when heâs near?"
You felt your face heat up. "Thatâs insane."
"Is it?" Sam smirked. "I bet if I pointed it out to him, he wouldnât even notice. Manâs got the observational skills of a rock when it comes to women."
You shoved Samâs shoulder, laughing. "Donât you dare."
Unfortunately, Sam dared.
A few days later, you caught Bucky looking at you differently. A little longer, a little more curious. His brows knit together like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
It was during a mission debrief when he leaned in closer than usual, speaking in that low, raspy voice of his. "HeyâŠdo I smell weird or something?"
Your heart nearly exploded. "W-what?"
"Sam said that you-uh-you like my scent or something?" Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably puzzled. "I donât know. I just-"
You were going to murder Sam.
Heat rushed to your face as you cleared your throat. "I-itâs not weird! I justâŠitâs nice? Comforting, I guess. Maybe it's the shower gel or cologne you use."
Bucky stared for a second. Then, his lips twitched into a smirk. "Comforting, huh?"
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "You know what, just forget I said anything."
"Hey," he chuckled, reaching out to gently pull your hands away from your face. "I think itâs kinda nice that you notice things like that."
Your eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yeah." He rubbed his stubbly jaw, seeming thoughtful. "If it makes you feel better, I notice things about you, too."
"You do?" You looked at him, surprised.
Bucky nodded. "You always pick up your pen and twirl it when youâre nervous. Your laugh, especially when Sam annoys you, kinda lights up the whole place. And you lean on people you trust."
"Oh."
"Would it be weird if I asked you out?" Bucky smiled.
"No," you breathed out, lips curling into a soft smile. "Not weird at all."
His smile grew, almost shy. "ThenâŠhow about dinner?"
"Are you asking me on a date, Barnes?"
Bucky shrugged, chuckling. "Guess I am."
Your grin was impossible to contain. "Then yes."
Sam, watching from across the room, pumped his fist in the air. "Finally!"
Bucky rolled his eyes, but his attention never wavered from you.
Bucky picked you up at your door, a little nervous but playing it cool, wearing a dark leather jacket. He smelled exactly like you loved it, maybe even better. âYou ready?â he asked, with a softness in his smile.
You ended up at a cozy little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of Brooklyn. It was dimly lit and warm. Bucky ordered his usual black coffee, and you teased him about being predictable, while he countered with a smirk, âWell, youâre pretty predictable too, considering how much you like sniffing me.â
You groaned, covering your face. âYou are never letting that go.â
âNope,â he said, sipping his coffee like he wonât stop teasing you for the next century.
But then the teasing melted into something gentler, real conversation, stolen glances, the way his fingers brushed yours on the table, the quiet click of everything falling into place.
After coffee and dinner, you walked through the streets, talking, laughing, hands inching closer, closer, until Bucky just took your hand.
Eventually, you stopped on a quiet bridge overlooking the water. The city glowed around you, but all you could focus on was him. His warmth, his presence, the scent you had always loved.
âYou having fun?â he asked, thumb running gently over the back of your hand.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. âYeah. You?â
Bucky didn't answer with words. He just stepped closer, eyes flickering over your face, and then he leaned in. The kiss was soft and slow. It felt perfect.
And when you pulled apart, you exhaled shakily, grinning. âYou still smell amazing, by the way.â
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky finds out you like his scent.
Word count: 813
You had always been drawn to Bucky. It wasn't just his rugged charm, those piercing blue eyes, or the way he carried himself with an effortless blend of strength and quiet intensity. No, it was his scent. Something about it was impossibly alluring, a mix of worn leather, faint cologne, and the unmistakable warmth of home.
You knew it was ridiculous. Who got weak in the knees over someone's scent? But every time he walked past, leaving just a trace of it lingering in the air, you found yourself closing your eyes and breathing in deeper than necessary.
Thankfully, Bucky was completely oblivious about it.
"You're staring again," Sam muttered one day, elbows perched on the table beside you.
You snapped your gaze away from where Bucky was standing by the window, nursing a coffee and looking out into the city. "I donât stare," you argued, voice a little too defensive.
Sam raised a brow. "Mhm. And you donât take deep breaths when heâs near?"
You felt your face heat up. "Thatâs insane."
"Is it?" Sam smirked. "I bet if I pointed it out to him, he wouldnât even notice. Manâs got the observational skills of a rock when it comes to women."
You shoved Samâs shoulder, laughing. "Donât you dare."
Unfortunately, Sam dared.
A few days later, you caught Bucky looking at you differently. A little longer, a little more curious. His brows knit together like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
It was during a mission debrief when he leaned in closer than usual, speaking in that low, raspy voice of his. "HeyâŠdo I smell weird or something?"
Your heart nearly exploded. "W-what?"
"Sam said that you-uh-you like my scent or something?" Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably puzzled. "I donât know. I just-"
You were going to murder Sam.
Heat rushed to your face as you cleared your throat. "I-itâs not weird! I justâŠitâs nice? Comforting, I guess. Maybe it's the shower gel or cologne you use."
Bucky stared for a second. Then, his lips twitched into a smirk. "Comforting, huh?"
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "You know what, just forget I said anything."
"Hey," he chuckled, reaching out to gently pull your hands away from your face. "I think itâs kinda nice that you notice things like that."
Your eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yeah." He rubbed his stubbly jaw, seeming thoughtful. "If it makes you feel better, I notice things about you, too."
"You do?" You looked at him, surprised.
Bucky nodded. "You always pick up your pen and twirl it when youâre nervous. Your laugh, especially when Sam annoys you, kinda lights up the whole place. And you lean on people you trust."
"Oh."
"Would it be weird if I asked you out?" Bucky smiled.
"No," you breathed out, lips curling into a soft smile. "Not weird at all."
His smile grew, almost shy. "ThenâŠhow about dinner?"
"Are you asking me on a date, Barnes?"
Bucky shrugged, chuckling. "Guess I am."
Your grin was impossible to contain. "Then yes."
Sam, watching from across the room, pumped his fist in the air. "Finally!"
Bucky rolled his eyes, but his attention never wavered from you.
Bucky picked you up at your door, a little nervous but playing it cool, wearing a dark leather jacket. He smelled exactly like you loved it, maybe even better. âYou ready?â he asked, with a softness in his smile.
You ended up at a cozy little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of Brooklyn. It was dimly lit and warm. Bucky ordered his usual black coffee, and you teased him about being predictable, while he countered with a smirk, âWell, youâre pretty predictable too, considering how much you like sniffing me.â
You groaned, covering your face. âYou are never letting that go.â
âNope,â he said, sipping his coffee like he wonât stop teasing you for the next century.
But then the teasing melted into something gentler, real conversation, stolen glances, the way his fingers brushed yours on the table, the quiet click of everything falling into place.
After coffee and dinner, you walked through the streets, talking, laughing, hands inching closer, closer, until Bucky just took your hand.
Eventually, you stopped on a quiet bridge overlooking the water. The city glowed around you, but all you could focus on was him. His warmth, his presence, the scent you had always loved.
âYou having fun?â he asked, thumb running gently over the back of your hand.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. âYeah. You?â
Bucky didn't answer with words. He just stepped closer, eyes flickering over your face, and then he leaned in. The kiss was soft and slow. It felt perfect.
And when you pulled apart, you exhaled shakily, grinning. âYou still smell amazing, by the way.â
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky finds out you like his scent.
Word count: 813
You had always been drawn to Bucky. It wasn't just his rugged charm, those piercing blue eyes, or the way he carried himself with an effortless blend of strength and quiet intensity. No, it was his scent. Something about it was impossibly alluring, a mix of worn leather, faint cologne, and the unmistakable warmth of home.
You knew it was ridiculous. Who got weak in the knees over someone's scent? But every time he walked past, leaving just a trace of it lingering in the air, you found yourself closing your eyes and breathing in deeper than necessary.
Thankfully, Bucky was completely oblivious about it.
"You're staring again," Sam muttered one day, elbows perched on the table beside you.
You snapped your gaze away from where Bucky was standing by the window, nursing a coffee and looking out into the city. "I donât stare," you argued, voice a little too defensive.
Sam raised a brow. "Mhm. And you donât take deep breaths when heâs near?"
You felt your face heat up. "Thatâs insane."
"Is it?" Sam smirked. "I bet if I pointed it out to him, he wouldnât even notice. Manâs got the observational skills of a rock when it comes to women."
You shoved Samâs shoulder, laughing. "Donât you dare."
Unfortunately, Sam dared.
A few days later, you caught Bucky looking at you differently. A little longer, a little more curious. His brows knit together like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
It was during a mission debrief when he leaned in closer than usual, speaking in that low, raspy voice of his. "HeyâŠdo I smell weird or something?"
Your heart nearly exploded. "W-what?"
"Sam said that you-uh-you like my scent or something?" Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably puzzled. "I donât know. I just-"
You were going to murder Sam.
Heat rushed to your face as you cleared your throat. "I-itâs not weird! I justâŠitâs nice? Comforting, I guess. Maybe it's the shower gel or cologne you use."
Bucky stared for a second. Then, his lips twitched into a smirk. "Comforting, huh?"
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "You know what, just forget I said anything."
"Hey," he chuckled, reaching out to gently pull your hands away from your face. "I think itâs kinda nice that you notice things like that."
Your eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yeah." He rubbed his stubbly jaw, seeming thoughtful. "If it makes you feel better, I notice things about you, too."
"You do?" You looked at him, surprised.
Bucky nodded. "You always pick up your pen and twirl it when youâre nervous. Your laugh, especially when Sam annoys you, kinda lights up the whole place. And you lean on people you trust."
"Oh."
"Would it be weird if I asked you out?" Bucky smiled.
"No," you breathed out, lips curling into a soft smile. "Not weird at all."
His smile grew, almost shy. "ThenâŠhow about dinner?"
"Are you asking me on a date, Barnes?"
Bucky shrugged, chuckling. "Guess I am."
Your grin was impossible to contain. "Then yes."
Sam, watching from across the room, pumped his fist in the air. "Finally!"
Bucky rolled his eyes, but his attention never wavered from you.
Bucky picked you up at your door, a little nervous but playing it cool, wearing a dark leather jacket. He smelled exactly like you loved it, maybe even better. âYou ready?â he asked, with a softness in his smile.
You ended up at a cozy little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of Brooklyn. It was dimly lit and warm. Bucky ordered his usual black coffee, and you teased him about being predictable, while he countered with a smirk, âWell, youâre pretty predictable too, considering how much you like sniffing me.â
You groaned, covering your face. âYou are never letting that go.â
âNope,â he said, sipping his coffee like he wonât stop teasing you for the next century.
But then the teasing melted into something gentler, real conversation, stolen glances, the way his fingers brushed yours on the table, the quiet click of everything falling into place.
After coffee and dinner, you walked through the streets, talking, laughing, hands inching closer, closer, until Bucky just took your hand.
Eventually, you stopped on a quiet bridge overlooking the water. The city glowed around you, but all you could focus on was him. His warmth, his presence, the scent you had always loved.
âYou having fun?â he asked, thumb running gently over the back of your hand.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. âYeah. You?â
Bucky didn't answer with words. He just stepped closer, eyes flickering over your face, and then he leaned in. The kiss was soft and slow. It felt perfect.
And when you pulled apart, you exhaled shakily, grinning. âYou still smell amazing, by the way.â
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