a/n: just something I thought of while studying and decided to write it instead of studying. First post of my writing on here sorry if it sucks. I’d love feedback so I can get better and open to request.
Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 586
Warnings: none I think
Summary: Bucky has a nightmare about reader so he decides to check up on her.
Bucky woke up sweating and breathing heavily. He sighed and put his in hands grabbing at his hair and tugging lightly. It had been months since he last experienced a night terror. He thought they had stopped for good until tonight.
It started usually with him being locked up in a cage and tied up against a wall, masked men continuously hitting him with anything that would leave a mark. But this time it was different he wasn’t the one being tortured, it was you. The person he managed to feel something so deeply for that he himself didn’t understand it.
There was something addicting about you that made Bucky’s stomach twirl, like a goddamn ballerina. And he hated it, he hated the fact that he was a goddamn super soldier. Gone through intense training used for both good and evil. And you made him feel like a giddy school girl.
Even worse was seeing you in his night terror all tied up, helpless, close to the brink of death. Bucky didn’t want to be dramatic but he would’ve rather died than to go back to sleep. If it meant that his dream would replay over and over again until sleep was once again foreign concept to him.
Instead, he stood up and decided to check up on you, just so he can ease his thoughts. As he exited his room and walked down the hallway that the lead to your room. Bucky’s pulse quickened, something that he still hadn’t gotten used to. But you see all these feelings he had were weird a new experience if you will. None of the girls had been with a long time ago (a very long time ago) had made Bucky feel the way had been feeling for months.
Often times he would lie awake on his bed thinking that maybe everything that had happened to him was faith bringing them together. That if God had a way of knowing his life story before it even happening and written it down. Everything he had seen, done and gone through was for a reason. Although he would soon discredit phenomenon because damn God for him go through so much.
But as he stood in front of your door he found himself wondering that maybe the reason he was trying so hard to ignore; was this. Him awake at three in the morning standing in front of the door of the women he had helplessly fallen for.
“When did I become such a wuss,” Bucky whispered to himself as he grabbed a hold of the door handle. He turned it slowly trying to be as discreet as possible, but his attempt to be silent failed since the door creaked horribly. But Bucky continued with his self-assigned mission, he wasn’t going to leave until he knew that you were okay. He managed to open the door without waking you up.
Bucky looked down at you as you slept peacefully, blankets wrapped around her body (at least five the tower was an igloo) hugging what seemed to be a stuffed animal of a turtle.
And despite the slight snores that were escaping your full lips. Bucky thought he was experiencing the most beautiful sight in the world. He wanted nothing more than to lay down next to you and hold your body in his arms. He wanted your eyes to be the first thing he’d see every morning.
But for now, Bucky quietly exited the room and walked back to his. Maybe he would try sleeping again knowing that you were safe and sound.