bucky barnes imagines

iii. cuddles

                                    (rewritten)

  You can feel the uncomfortable throb of a headache coming in, sitting in front the heap of work that you had willingly decided to help Tony with for one of his new "projects". Let's just say bad decision.

You stare at the laptop on your desk, the brightness of the screen just making everything worse.

It would be rude to just suddenly tell Tony that you don't feel like helping him anymore, so you continue to sit there helplessly.

You rub at your temples and then place your head in your hands, closing your eyes for a moment. Just a moment.

• • •

Bucky exits the training room, rubbing at his sore flesh arm and holding the sweaty shirt he previously wore in his hands. He hadn't seen y/n all day because of some project she had decided to help Tony with. The poor thing, he thought.

When he enters her room, she is laid out over her desk, head resting on the many papers, her hair pushed across her face. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Bucky walks over to her and gently tucks the strands of hair that had fallen on her face behind her ear. The corners of his lips turn up at the sight. How can someone be so beautiful when their sleeping?

He shuts off the laptop on her desk, and attempts to try and tidy at least some of the mess on it.

Bucky picks her cup from the chair, placing a soft kiss to her temple before laying her down on her bed and pulling the warm covers over her.

• • •

You wake up, rubbing the sleep from your still tired eyes.

You then realize you're pressed against a still sleeping Bucky, so you turn around to face him, staring at him almost creepily. You let out a small accidental laugh at your thought.

"I know you're staring at me," he says suddenly, his voice having the morning rasp it always has. You almost jump, you didn't know he was awake.

He grins softly at your reaction, eyes still closed. "Yeah?" you say slyly, knowing the tone will make him on edge. You continue by kissing up his jawline, leaving light, taunting kisses.

  "Don't tease me this early in the morning, doll." You smile slightly, "Why not?" you reply as he opens his eyes.

    Bucky lifts your chin up with his hand slightly, pulling you in for a kiss on his lips, "Just," he moves your chin so that your neck is exposed to his liking."Don't," he says under his breath as he plants harsh kisses down your throat.

   Your hands find his hair at the gesture and pull him closer. He comes back up to face you, "I'm hungry," you abruptly say, smiling as he lets out a chuckle at your words.

   "For me?" he says, plastering on a fake smirk but failing as you let out a laugh. "Always. But actually. Let's go," you start to get up, him doing the same.

   "We should make pancakes," you say. "Really? after last time?" Bucky says. "It was a learning experience for the both of us," you grin.