Warnings/tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, soft but stern Bucky, forced bed sharing.
Summary: It's 5 in the morning, Bucky caught you gaming by the PC again after he comes home from a mission..
A/N: Soo... this might have been inspired by real life scenario.. like maybe last night, *cough* morning *cough*..
I have also been working more on the "Little Bird" story, but that will take a bit more time, as it's becoming a bigger project than first expected.
The sound of clicking down the keyboard keys rattled throughout the space. Lights from the powered on computer tower were the only source lighting up the living room. Hints of blues and reds embraced the little corner you had taken for yourself. Your eyes glued to the screen, and your hand fiercely clicked, and moved, trying your best to not lose your focus as imminent death approached on the monitor just ahead. You could feel your breath being held as you tried to roll away. However, you weren’t fast enough, and the familiar death screen lit up in front of your eyes. It had been hours, you’ve been fixated on trying and failing for hours on getting further in this game. One step forward, two steps back.
In the back of the room, the front door opened, and heavy steps followed. The silhouette of the man got lit up by the lights from your corner. You hadn’t noticed, too engrossed in your game, your headphones blocking all sounds, as you were once again trying your luck on continuing forward in the game. He sighed when his eyes met the back of your head, and his hand reached for his phone to look at the time. It was a bit after 5 AM. Bucky shook his head, and pulled off his shoes, carelessly putting them aside, and quickly walked to his bedroom to find clothes so he could get in the shower.
He knew he should interrupt your gaming, especially as he knew that you hadn’t seen a wink of sleep at all. Never assume that if you are awake at 5 in the morning, it would mean that you woke up early, he had come to realize that after living with you for a while now.
The moment Bucky stepped into his room he could smell the difference. You had cleaned his room, and recently too. As if you knew he would be home from a week-long mission. The muscles around his mouth worked into a small smile, and he knew that he couldn’t dirty the freshly cleaned sheets now lining his bed. “You still take care of everyone else, except yourself, huh?” he mumbled to himself before finding some clean pajamas, and found his way to the bathroom for a shower.
You still hadn’t realized that your roommate had gotten home. Your fingers danced over the keyboard frantically. The muscles in your thighs tensed up, because you knew you were so close to beating this one boss. A roll here, quick step there, and a couple of parries. You could feel it. The health bar was so close to being gone. Goose bumps crawled up your arms and to your neck. Stop focusing on anything else, this is it. The boss will die here, by my hands. You dodged a bit more, and finally, the fatal blow fell upon the beast.
“FINALLY!” You slumped into the chair, the adrenaline rushing through your body as time finally seemed to flow normally around you. The headset had fallen half away from your head, and the vacuum you had been sealed in, no longer existed.
“You should be in bed.”
A shriek escaped your mouth and you quickly turned around in your chair. Your heart felt like it tried to escape the planes of the earth. Your eyes blinked and gazed upon him, as he was leaning onto the back of the sofa, his arms crossed staring at you.
“Fucking hell, I- uhm, what-”
The adrenaline from before had been boosted by the scare of finding Bucky at home. When did he get here? He doesn’t look like he just got home. His hair is slightly damp, and he has already changed into more comfortable clothing. Wasn’t he supposed to still be on the mission?
Oh.
You knew he was gonna come home today, Steve had told you. That’s why you had cleaned, and fixed everything up earlier. And that’s also how you ended up playing games until super late, because you hadn’t allowed yourself to even touch the air around the desk where the computer was on before you had done your tasks around the apartment. And now it’s probably super late, because he is standing there like that, because you got too distracted and forgot yourself. You slowly let yourself look at your second monitor, where the time stood clearly in the corner.
It was half past five in the morning. Quickly, you closed your eyes, and you felt the air change, the judgement from Bucky making itself known. Too many times has he found you in front of the computer, lost in time, too focused on whatever fixation you have had. In small movements with your legs, you turned around to fully face Bucky, and you looked up at him. His eyes looked tired, and you were surprised to even see him still standing. He’s been gone for a week, and still he took his time to show his disapproval of your lack of sleep.
“Hi,” you innocently said, as if you hadn’t been in front of the computer for hours, hoping that it would help you out of this situation.
“Hi?” he questioned back, a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes as he straightened up and walked closer to you. “That’s what we are going with?” He stepped even closer, towering over you. He could see how you were curling up in the chair, finally realizing what you had done. “I don’t want to hear any excuses,” he murmured softly, as he leaned over your shoulder, and pressed a couple of buttons on your keyboard, fully pausing and saving the game, and putting the PC to sleep.
“Bucky! What did you do? I was playing that,” you finally found your voice again and your hand caught his arm as it was retreating from his actions. He quickly looked down at where your hand was now splayed on him, then back to your face. Not even a second later, he grabbed you from the chair and lifted you up, his strong arms held you close to him, his warmth seeped into your skin.
This was new, Bucky had never done something like this before when he caught you up late at night with a book, or your computer. He usually would just give you the look, and force you to bed.
“Stop resisting, just accept your fate,” he nearly growled into your neck as he continued walking away from the living room, and towards the bedrooms. You looked up at him, blinked a couple of times just to make sure that this was real. However, as you were too focused on watching him, you did not realize that he didn’t make a turn towards your room, and instead are now in his.
You opened your mouth to question Bucky, but before any sound was made, he threw you down at his bed, and he watched how you half-bounced on the mattress, your eyes snapped up toward him, wide with questions. He could see the thoughts that were racing through your mind, questioning everything between the two of them. A smile formed on his face, no longer lying to himself, loving the view of you on his bed. You could feel how the mattress dipped as he lowered himself to it. Your eyes no longer knew where to look, everything was a bit too much.
This is new, he must be too tired to know what he is doing. Or he must have hit his head on the mission and no one knew, that’s the only explanation that can make this real. Or it’s a cruel dream. Yes, that must be it. You definitely are still in front of the computer, your head passed out on top of the keyboard, drooling half over it.
Warmth wrapped around your waist, and dragged you down to the bed fully. A small yelp escaped your mouth, and you heard a chuckle, more so felt his chuckle vibrate through your body. His broad chest against your back. His breath sent shivers down, making you want to escape his hold, but he instead tightened his embrace, making sure you knew that you had been trapped. His other hand left for a moment, finding the comforter to drape it over you both, sealing the warmth inside. You didn’t expect it to be so grounding, and the heavy weight of both the comforter and Bucky’s arm, but also the soft feeling of the mattress under you, revealed how tired your body was.
“Sleep,” he gruffed out, his warm breath hitting the nape of your neck, his nose softly brushed against the skin as he shifted in bed to get more comfortable, then tightened his hold, not letting you leave. “Bucky,” your words breathed out into the air, but it quickly died as you felt a careful, but still confident kiss on your skin, between the neck and your shoulder, where your shirt had shifted. His stubble softly scraped against your skin. “Tomorrow, we’ll speak tomorrow, just sleep.”
You felt the tingle of where his lips had lingered, your mind raced through a lot, but the warmth of his arms around you was just enough to ground you, and the hours in front of your machine finally seeped into your bones, allowing you to feel safe enough to relax the muscles in your body, melting into his embrace, and welcoming sleep.
Warnings/tags: Mafia AU, pre-relationship, strangers to something, ambiguous meeting, slightly dark?, possessive behaviour. Meet cute, but make it mafia (not sure if you can put a shady and possessive Mafia!Bucky in a meet cute).
I wanted to share this idea I have written of something I might want to build on further in the future. I haven't written like this in years, so please be kind to me.
The familiar aroma of sweetened coffee and freshly baked buns permeated the air of the corner café. Your hand remained tightly wrapped around the pencil, hovering over a well-worn notebook filled with notes and scribbles with thoughts, ideas and small doodles. It’s been about 30 minutes, and you were supposed to meet a coworker for a coffee, and had only said yes to be polite Especially as you had realized the last time you actually had stepped outside the apartment outside of work, grocery shopping and an occasional café visit alone, had been a while ago. Your eyes slide over at the phone laying screen up on the table next to your favorite drink. Still nothing. The hand glides slowly over to grip the phone, finally feeling pent up with sitting here, hearing nothing from your coworker. Just then, the bell above the door of the café chimes through the room and you look up, hoping for your late colleague.
“MARTIN! I know you are hiding in the fucking kitchen again, get the hell out of here, now!”
The gruff sound of the man’s voice breaks through the cafe’s soft atmosphere. Everyone, including you, froze, not daring to even blink. You could feel how you wouldn’t allow yourself to fully breathe in to not draw attention to yourself, but after a second more, you finally let yourself inhale unsteadily. The man, now standing behind you on the open floor behind you, seemed to drain all the air from the room. A disruption of noise came out from the back before a scrawny boy leaped out of the room.
“Mr. Barnes, sir, I am so so-”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses boy. Out, now, Sam’s waiting on you.”
A shiver ran down your spine. It’s Barnes, Bucky Barnes. What is he doing here? Doesn’t he have his men to run errands for him, to bring him the people he needs to speak to.
You expected the head of the notorious mafia to leave after the boy. Instead, heavy footsteps approached. The thoughts racing through your head. “Please don’t come towards me, please let it be someone else. Please.” Every muscle in your body tensed, as you can feel the ominous presence hanging over your body.
“Didn’t expect to see you here, little bird.”
“Little bird? Who is the little bird? He must think I’m someone else, right?”
You slowly turned your head towards his voice, afraid to look up at the powerful man standing directly behind your chair. Your eyes looking straight at the tiled floor, desperately not wanting to accidentally piss him off. You can feel how your mouth dries out as you try to open your mouth to tell him he has the wrong person. However, the sound of his footsteps came closer, moving around the chair. He crouched down, his gloved hand finding your chin, his thumb resting just underneath your lip. The little force he uses is enough for your face to be guided to look into his eyes, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“There you are, little bird.”
His blue eyes up close, are much more vibrant than what the media depicted. They are looking straight into yours with so much intensity. As if he had found his whole world. You finally manage to swallow the heavy feeling in your throat. He is beautiful. How can a man that dangerous look so soft up close?
“I’m..” You struggle to get the words out, and your efforts to not form words is amusing for the man holding your chin. “I think you have the wrong person,” you carefully say, your eyes dropping down away from his face, it’s too much, the intensity of his gaze. His grip on your chin tightened, and he lifted it up, as to tell you to keep your eyes on him. A smirk graced his face, and amusement filled his eyes.
“No, little bird, I don’t think so.”
He quickly stands up, as if any of his actions was just a figmentation of your mind. Your eyes follow him, and it’s like his whole presence is back to how it was before he came towering over you. The softness completely vanished, except for a small glint in his blue eyes looking down at you. The gloved hand quickly caressed the top of your head before he turned and stepped away, pausing. “We’ll meet again soon, doll.”
I don't have much to say about this, but here. This might have happened when I should've been asleep... But that's details and I'm blind to that kind of stuff.
