Summary: Bucky takes the last box of frozen mac and cheese, takes your phone, and makes you fall in love with him. The audacity of that man.
Prompt: “This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket”
Pairing: bucky x reader
a/n: i wrote this and was fully done formatting it and everything, like, 6 months ago. i didn’t post it because it’s approx. 82% nonsense but i figured why not post it now when it’s still 82% nonsense but im struggling to finish everything else. so taal, long time vegan, writes a story about mac and cheese and, listen, idk what this fic is either. can i write a fic without adding sam to it? no.
Mac and cheese. That’s all you want. Disgusting, frozen, usually-quite-mushy-if-not-microwaved-correctly mac and fucking cheese.
The kind with the layer of cheese on top. The kind with that real elbow pasta, not rotini or penne or seashell pasta— real macaroni. The kind you try to only eat one serving size of before you eat everything in the package. The kind you always gravitate to when your eyes are stained red, swollen, and too proud to be anything other than dry.
You take the subway. You switch lines. You endure the smell of the F train during rush hour when you aren’t sure where your thigh ends and the thigh of the woman sitting beside you begins. All for that one Trader Joe’s, out of many, in Brooklyn the hipsters abandon before six because the coffee shop next door closes at five.
Your feet ache in your boots and you’re pretty sure a rock has somehow lodged itself between your toes, it’s starting to rain and you have no umbrella, you don’t think your throat has ever felt so parched.
But you tuck your phone into your back pocket and march into that store with the hideous overhead lighting that makes your skin look like it hasn’t seen a bottle of toner in days like you’re Hades, the box of mac and cheese is Persephone, and Trader Joe’s is Mount Olympus.
To anyone who still sees Steve as the calm and rational one in the Steve-Bucky dynamic, I would just like to point out that Steve lied to the US Army, got into fist fights with strangers in alleys, disobeyed direct orders and went alone across enemy lines with a toy prop as a shield on the off chance that his boyfriend might be alive, and crashed a plane into the ice and made no attempt to save himself because he was feeling dramatic whereas the first thing Bucky did with his freedom is learn how to be a goat farmer
Hey love, if you find the inspiration for it in that freaky lil heart of yours today I would love some ‘got to stay warm at this frigid outpost’ kind of thing with Steve or Bucky or both. Either way, I hope you get to put on some fuzzy socks and curl up in bed and take care of yourself soon. That’s most important!
A/N: FLUFF OMG. DP’S. COLD WINDS. STEVE BEING STEVE.
It’s your first Christmas Eve after the war with Thanos.
It’s your first Christmas Eve and the three of you are stuck in Barrow because Steve demanded that you follow up on some intel regarding AIM activity in Alaska. Three nights in - the three of you get trapped in an underground bunker and you haven’t been able to get a signal out to call for help.
“It’ll be fine,” Steve assures you. “They’re going to look for us as soon as we don’t check-in.”
You turn on Steve so fast that he takes a step back. “You owe us. Big time.”
Bucky pisses Tony off one day and so while the team are out Tony rewires the entire framework of the communal living area in the tower so that it’s like a giant electromagnet and the next time Bucky walks through the door Tony pushes a button and Bucky gets sucked up to the ceiling by his arm.