Writing prompt: Cupcake for #sweetboybucky1k and @sweetboybucky
Summary: There’s a cupcake fairy abound.
Bucky had come back from a hard mission a couple months ago. His outfit still covered in dirt and someone else’s blood. The mission had gone so poorly that they had been unable to recover any information. He walked into the kitchen late at night but the lights were dimmed as if someone were expecting him. And there on the counter was a cupcake waiting for him with a note that said:
“Bucky, You can’t be sad when holding a cupcake.”
His eyes went from the handwriting to the sprinkle covered cupcake, confused. Who the hell left him a cupcake? He went through a list of names and couldn’t come up with one who baked. Part of him worried it was poisoned but he was hungry so he picked up the cupcake unwrapped and ate it. But kept the note and reread it over and over on his way to his room.
Then it happened again the next month. This time it had been pink and topped with a strawberry.
“Bucky, A cupcake is just a fancy muffin.”
This time he stared at the cupcake long and hard. The first time it had happened he just passed it off. Was someone trying to kill him? He didn’t know how long he had been staring, when a voice popped in. “It’s just a cupcake,” Steve said, taking in his friend, glaring at the cupcake.
“I know what it is?” He grumbled.
“You sure?” Another voice piped in.
“Of course I do, bird brain.”
“Ok, gramps. Whose it from?” Sam replied.
“Doesn’t say.”
“So you have an admirer who can bake, cute!”
“Or I have someone trying to murder me!”
“Why would someone murder you with a cupcake?” Her female voice cut in. “Cupcakes are the best kind of cake.”
His blue eyes moved across the room to her standing there in her pjs, her hair in a ponytail, looking like she was about to crawl into bed. “So you did this?”
“I don’t bake, sweetheart. But whoever it is…” she paused looking at the note, “is smitten with a James Buchanan Barnes.”
He blushed and she grinned.
The third time, he had been coming back from the gym in the morning, after getting in a fight with y/n. He had accidentally pushed her so hard she dented the wall, which caused her to lay him flat on his back, while she raged at him about not trying to kill his teammates and him yelling that If she had a better stance and actually trained it wouldn’t have happened. He watched as her eyes turned dark and she left quickly. He had spent another hour punching the bag in anger. Didn’t she know he just wanted her to be ready.
This time it sat on the table without a note. This time chocolate with chocolate icing. He sighed and picked it up, walking over to the trash can. He was about ready to throw it away when he saw the piece of paper on top.
He put down the cupcake and picked up the note, spreading it out.
“Bucky, Wanna go on a cupcake tour? -y/n”
He stared at, realizing you had lied last month. He went to her room knocking but no answer came. He changed and waited again. Night came and she never showed.
A large crash came startling him awake, Bucky looked at his clock 01:37. He heard a very soft fuck reverberate down the halls. What was she doing up in the middle of the night he wondered?
As he walked down the hall in his sweats, he noticed the kitchen lights were dimmed and a soft whirring sound could be heard with soft pop music. She had her back to him in shorts and a tank top. On her right shoulder was a purple bruise what he assumed was from him pushing her into the wall. She had no knowledge that he was there, concentrating only on whatever she was doing.
He glanced around the kitchen, flour, sugar, eggs…. all the ingredients for cupcakes. “So you are the cupcake fairy?” He said.
He watched how she jumped at his voice. “Fucking shit!” She yelled as she turned to face him.
She had flour on her cheek and a flour handprint on her shorts. “Jesus, Bucky! Don’t do that!” she voiced as she continued whisking.
“What are you doing?” He asked as his eyes went around the countertops.
“Stress baking,” turning her back on him.
“And you do this … often?”
“About once a month.” She poured the ingredients she had been working on into the other bowl.
He sat on the stool and watched her move around the kitchen, measuring ingredients, grating carrots, adding the batter to the cupcake pan. Her eyes never met his and she never continued the conversation he had started.
Whenever, her back was turned, he was reminded of pain he had caused her that morning. When she did finally turn after placing the pan in the oven, her eyes fell back on him. The hardness in them was laced with tiredness and pain. “What do you want, Bucky?” She asked bluntly.
He held her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know …”
“It’s fine. We both were tense this morning.”
She pushed off the counter, walking towards the lounge, when he grabbed her wrist. She stopped and looked at him. “I didn’t know you were the cupcake fairy.”
She shrugged and moved to leave, he held on. “I liked the cupcakes, y/n.”
His fingers went to intertwine with hers, feeling the contrast between his callous ones and her soft ones. “And I’d like to take you on that cupcake tour.”
Her eyes went from his to their hands. “You do?” She whispered softly.
His metal hand went and tilted her chin back up. “I do,” he said with all sincerity.
He watched her eyes soften and her fingers squeeze his. He moved his metal fingers across her cheek dusted with flour. “We’ll call it date.”
Her eyes brighten and a smile crossed her face. She hummed, “That sounds perfect.”
He brought her between his legs. “But for right now I need to know, what the cupcake fairy is making?”
She laughed. “Carrot cake.”
“Vegetables don’t belong in cake, doll.”
She pulled away, “To bad for you Barnes, this cupcake fairy believes they do.”
Ahhh! I love the way you used the prompt in this piece! It’s very sweet, making Bucky cupcakes. He deserves all the cupcakes in the world ☺️
Thank you so much for participating in the challenge! 💗
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