Summary: A songfic based on ‘Intertwined’ by Dodie - It’s just a fluffy little fic about waking up in bed with Bucky.
Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Warnings: none! (Implied smut if you squint)
Words: 1200
A/n: I really recommend listening to the song! It really sets the mood for this fic and it’s honestly just so sweet and lovely. Leave feedback if you can, I love you all xx
A beam of warm orange sunlight shone through your open curtains, warming your face as your eyes twitched open. It was one of those mornings - when you wake up and you know you don’t have to leave the bed anytime soon. The kind of morning when no alarm shocks you into consciousness. The kind of morning when the world seems to be on your side for once.
Warm fingers, tangled between your own, sent sparks of electricity through your veins. His arm was underneath you, trapped around your torso and pulling you tight against his chest, leading to your waist where your fingers met his. He took deep, heavy breaths, each one escaping his lips with a sigh and traveling across the skin on your jaw, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
His nose pressed against the back of your head, as close to you as possible. With each intake of breath, you wondered how he didn’t inhale your wild bed-head of hair. You traced your own fingers across the skin of his arm, disturbing the thin hairs that resided there and tracing across a healing wound. He had received it on last night’s mission that was no longer anything but a faded pink scar. Your own knuckles were littered with purple and yellow bruising, hiding behind angry, red split skin. You do not heal as fast as him.
You felt his legs shift, his ankles entangling with your own, somehow bringing you even closer and enveloping you in his warmth. His metal arm wrapped itself around your torso, squeezing you tight. You heard a groan rumble from deep in his chest.
“You awake darlin’?” the words fell from his mouth like a prayer - quiet and hopeful, murmured through a thick layer of exhaustion.
“Yeah, Buck, I’m awake,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut at the raspy sound of his voice. You lived for this. For the moments the two of you could just be together. It felt like a dream - like the rest of the world was dulled and all you could see, all you could hear, all you could feel was this. Just this.
Skin
Heat
Hair in your mouth
Feet touching feet
Oh you
And I
Safe from the world
Though the world will try
You twisted in his arms, the material of his large t-shirt twisting around your body and tightening around your waist. He chuckled mildly as you continued to adjust until finally, you relaxed back into his arms, a smile still painted on your face, your forehead pressed against his shoulder.
“How’re you feeling?” he mumbled against the top of your head, a mixture between a kiss and a question.
“’m okay,” you mumbled back, your fingers brushing across his spine. “Little achy.” You thought about the bruises on your legs and torso, the discoloured skin that was hidden under the sheets.
‘Mr. Barnes, Ms. Y/L/N, your presence is request–
“No,” he groaned, cutting FRIDAY off. “We’re not coming. Tell them we’re not coming.”
“Shall I give them a reason, Mr. Barnes?”
“My sanity.” you huffed, burying your face further into his chest. “I’m not leaving this room.”
You heard Bucky chuckle above you and FRIDAY fell silent.
Oh, I'm afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear
Numb
Fine
You lifted your head, stretching towards him to press a soft kiss to his lips. When you attempted to pull away, he tilted his head forward, catching your lips is another kiss. His hand traveled up your back, tangling itself in your hair and keeping your lips pressed against his. You smiled against his mouth.
You don’t know how long you were laying there, pressing lazy kisses against each other's lips, running fingertips across the warm skin, attempting to memorize each other's fingerprints. You ended up on top of him, your face pressed into the warmth of his chest, your legs tangled together.
“Y’know I was scared for a second last night.” His fingers ran lazily through your hair. “Your comms cut off and I swear… god, I swear my heart stopped.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Buck,” you mumbled into his chest, “not if I have any say in it.”
“But what if you don’t, darlin?” He asked timidly, his voice suddenly quiet and filled with worry.
You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes focussing on the ocean that was his eyes and ran a hand along his jaw, feeling the stubble against your finger. “That’s the job, baby, that’s a risk we have to take. God, every time you leave this place I can’t sleep with the worry.”
You lifted onto your elbows so your face hovered over his, your eyes still connected. “I love you, Buck, and you love me. That’s all we need.”
His lips raced to meet yours again, pulling you down to meet him in a fiery kiss. It spoke more words than you ever could.
You create a rarity of my genuine smile
So breathe
Breathe with me
Can you drink, all my thoughts?
‘Cause I can’t stand them
A few moments later you’re laying on your side again, his arms wrapped around your waist, chest against your back. You can hear his breathing begin to level and assume he’s falling asleep again.
Your own eyes are no longer weighted with exhaustion and you know you won’t be getting back to sleep.
Carefully, you untangle yourself from him. Your bare feet hit the carpeted floor and you pull yourself out of bed, groaning internally at your aching legs. You feel blindly around the bedside table for your phone, only getting a brief chance to look at the screen before Bucky rolled towards you, wrapping his arms back around your waist and pulling you back into the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He sleepily mumbled. “We’re not leaving this bed all day.”
You felt the laugh in your stomach as it bubbled through your lips, your eyes crinkling as he pulled you on top and over him to the opposite side of the bed. You were still giggling when he began to attack your neck with brisque kisses, his arms tight around your waist.
“We have to leave at some point,” you giggled, attempting to wriggle from his arms.
“No, we don’t.” He mumbled against your skin. “Not today. It’s for your sanity - gotta keep my best gal sane.”
Finally, his lips traveled up to yours, pulling a groan from your chest and causing you to curl your fingers up into his hair.
You lifted your leg across his waist, pulling him closer to you. His lips disconnected from yours once more, traveling across your jaw and trailing wet kisses down your neck. He kissed you until you couldn’t even think about anything other than his lips, your skin, his hands, his hair - any thoughts or worries were gone and it was just you and him. It was just love.
“You’re right,” you groaned. “Let’s never leave this bed.”
Hey! Congratulations on 2k! You deserve it ! 💕❤️ Can you do Steve drabble with prompt 28 and 38 please?? 😄😄
A/n: Hiiiiiiiiii!!! Thank you so much, love. This got a little out of hand and the pacing is a bit weird but I think it’s okay! I hope you like it 💛💛Part two of my 2K Celebration
Prompt(s): 28 - “Woah… you look… different.” and 38 - “No offense, but didn’t you just say we weren’t going to be violent?”
Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: slurs and derogatory terms
Words: 1252 (whoops, that’s not a drabble)
You pulled uncomfortably at the navy blue fabric that clung tightly to your torso, a groan rumbling through your chest as you blinked at yourself in the mirror.
There was a bang on the door and Natasha’s voice rung out. “Come on Y/n, we gotta get going.”
You turned, brushing the material down on your stomach and swinging the bathroom door open. “Why do I have to be the distraction? You’re much better at this stuff.”
“Exactly. You need practice. Now, here.” She passed you a thigh holster for your gun and you sat down, pulling it up your leg and tightening it. “The plan is; get in, distract him and then Steve will go get the info. We’ll be right outside if you guys need backup.”
“I know, I know,” you huffed, pulling yourself up from the bed and attempting to straighten out the dress again.
At that moment, the door opened behind you and a deep voice rung out. “Nat, Y/n, you ready to g– woah… you look..” his eyes trailed down your body and you suddenly missed your usual combat suit even more. He cleared his throat. “Uh… different.” he finished.
You blushed and Nat let out a quiet scoff at his words. You watched as a blush began to run up his neck and he cleared his throat again. “Umm, you ready to go?”
You ran a hand through your hair and pulled a jacket over the thin straps. “Yeah… yeah, let’s get this over with.”
Moments later you were sitting in the back of a black van with Steve - Natasha and Sam in the front seat. You sat across from each other, and you couldn’t help but continuously pull at the edge of the dress, the high slit kept falling over, exposing your thigh.
“What I meant to say before - I mean, when I walked into your room - I uh- I meant to say you look… you look beautiful.”
When that word left his mouth, rolling off his tongue like butter, your head whipped up and your eyes connected with his. His blue eyes shone with nervousness and you felt a grin tugging at your lips as your face burned hot.
“Th- thank you, Steve.” you placed your hand on his, squeezing gently and he smiled over at you. “Thank you.”
You both flinched slightly when there were few bangs on the side of the van and you quickly pulled your hand away, leaning back.
“Alright, we’re here!”
He stepped out of the van before you, holding out his hand for you to take as you stepped down, pulling off the jacket and throwing it back into the seats.
“Alright, in and out operation - you go in there, distract him, get him into his office and I’ll be there waiting. We don’t want to cause a scene so no violence. But we need the information.”
You nodded along with the plan, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to warm them. You felt Steve’s eyes on you as he spoke and tried to stop the goosebumps that peppered across your chest.
“Let’s do it.”
The bar was filled with businessmen, suits hung across their shoulders and ties loosened around their necks, displaying wiry chest hair and sweaty skin. Every single one of them was the same - an arm thrown over a girl who has to be there, but doesn’t want to be there, pulling uncomfortably at her clothes. The men’s was breath tainted with whiskey or bourbon or rum.
You were about to be one of those girls.
You saw the target at the bar, leaning back with a predatory gaze and painted a flirty smile on your face. You stood at the bar, a few metres from him, sending the occasional glance and flirty smile. He had to approach you.
Half an hour later, the two of you had shared enough flirty glances to make you want to wash your own eyes out with soap, and finally, he was making his way towards you. “Hey sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear, far closer than necessary but you knew you were getting to him. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“How about we go somewhere… a little more private.” You walked your fingers up his chest, pulling your lip into your mouth with a smirk.
“Sounds good to me, honey’” He whispered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the bar. You concentrated on not tripping over the blue lengths of your dress as he pulled you through the door.
Immediately, you were pushed up against the wall and his hands were on your hips, pushing you back against it. His lips brushing across your ear as he spoke.
“You’re so sexy out there, baby. You have no idea what I wanna do to you–”
He was torn off of you, thrown against the opposite wall and you rearranged your dress to cover more of your body. Steve was standing in front of him, his shoulders tense as he stared menacingly at the man below him.
“What the? You- You’re Captain America…” the man on the floor spluttered, eyes wide as he scrambled to stand up.
Steve turned back to look at you. “You alright, doll?”
Before you could respond, the man on the floor connected the dots. “You fucking whore!” he snarled, attempting to rush towards you “you tricked me, you bitch!”
You smirked as he was met with Steve’s brick-wall of a body and was pressed up against the wall. Suddenly a fist connected with his face and his nose spurted with blood.
“You really shouldn’t talk to her like that,” Steve mumbled, before throwing another punch and sending the guy to the floor, knocked out. You smirked as Steve turned back around, breathing heavy, hands still curled into fists.
“Let’s go,” he stated, and suddenly he was helping you out the window, back to where Nat and Sam were standing.
“You get the info?” Nat questioned, giving Steve’s bloody knuckles a curious glance.”
“There was a bit of a complication, I–”
“Yeah, I got it,” you interrupted, holding up a USB you had swiped from the sleazy man’s pocket.
Steve’s eyes widened slightly, but you could see the relief in them as he smiled at you, mouthing a ‘Thank you.’ You all piled back into the car, Steve across from you in the back, Natasha and sam in the front.
You leaned forward, pressing your hand onto his knee and squeezing gently. “No offense,” you whispered, “but didn’t you say we weren’t going to be violent?”
He chuckled lightly at the words, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his legs. “He was insulting my best gal - sometimes you have to be violent,” he whispered.
“Your best gal?” you mumbled, imitating his position and attempting to hide the smile on your face.
“That’s right, doll.” his eyes met yours, the blue so full of adoration you almost whimpered at the sight, “my best gal.”
Finally, he pressed forward, breaking the barrier between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours gently. You felt the kiss through your entire body, sending shivers through your veins as you bought a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
When you pulled away a few minutes later, he was smiling at you, his hand still on your face.
“Fucking finally,” Natasha murmured from the front, sending her and Sam into a fit of giggles.
Alright - I have a new 3-part fic coming tomorrow. This is one that I have spent a lot of time on over the last few weeks, so I am really, really hoping you guys love it. It’s a Bucky x reader fic titled “One Hell of a Mission.” It’s gonna be fluffy and a little angsty, and I’m really excited about it.
Summary under the cut - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!!
Summary: You and Bucky escape to Wakanda for a weekend off, but are called in for a mission - unaware of how terribly wrong the mission will go, the two of you head back to New York, only to get caught up in an intricate plan to get a few of ‘The Avengers’ killed.
Alright, I’m sorry to say it, but Buddy will be going on a bit of a hiatus while I do my Drabble celebration - sorry to anyone that was waiting, it will be back soon!!
