Tiny Socks and Scraped Knees
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Warnings: fluffiest fluff
Word Count: 300
Summary: Sometimes love looks like cookies, cuddles, and no regrets. Just a sweet moment in the life of househusband Bucky Barnes.
EVENT MASTERLIST
You unlock the apartment door and step in. It’s quiet.
You lean against the frame and close your eyes. Just for a moment.
There is cinnamon in the air, and somewhere down the hall on the floor lies a forgotten book. You pick it up. SpongeBob grins back at you from the page, and you can't help but smile.
A pair of arms slides around your waist. You never hear Bucky coming. Once it startled you, now it simply feels familiar.
"You look exhausted," Bucky murmurs and kisses your neck.
He takes your bag from your shoulder and puts it down by the door. You let him guide you toward the sofa and pull you down next to him.
A glass of wine waits on the coffee table. You reach for it, but misjudge the distance and the glass slips.
You barely register what happened before Bucky catches it in the air.
“Force of habit,” he chuckles, handing it back to you.
You notice traces of flour on his forearm. Little Natty must have talked him into baking cookies again.
Bucky’s hand cups your cheek, and you nuzzle against it.
You love him so much it aches sometimes. The super soldier who can kill a man with one arm and assemble a bomb from your kitchen supplies. The man who folds tiny socks, kisses scraped knees, packs lunches, and makes every room feel warmer just by being in it.
He leans forward, lips almost touching yours.
"Do you ever regret it?" you ask quietly.
Bucky's smile appears slowly together with tiny creases around his beautiful eyes.
"Never," he says, his thumb brushing your cheek, "and every night's another reason why I left it all."
