Summary: Bucky x reader shenanigans on a sleepless night
A/N: So this is one I started over a month ago and sort of forgot about, but I’ve finally finished it! It’s the longest oneshot I’ve written, but I just couldn’t bring myself to cut any of the scenes. I don’t think I’ve ever put so much time and effort into a fic before (I mean, his scrabble score is legit. I actually went into my games cupboard at like 12am to check bc I get caught up on pointless shit like that lmao) so I would be so grateful for any feedback you have! x
Genre: little bits of angst, playful and romantic fluff, and even a little bit (; at times (which is not where I expected it to go, but hey, Bucky started it) Warnings: bit of adult language and neck kissing if that’s worth mentioning
A blood curdling cry filled my ears, jolting me out of my sleep and rattling through my body. It was a sound that was unsettlingly familiar. Countless times it had happened, but it still shook me to my core whenever he screamed in his slumber, unable to escape the terror that lay there waiting for him.
Trembling, jerking, moaning, wailing, his legs thrashing with the violence. “Bucky. Bucky, wake up. You’re dreaming, Buck. It’s all just a dream.” I stroked my hand across his human arm, trying my best to rouse him gently away from his demons. It took all I had not to reach out and wrap him in my arms, but in these moments his space was vital. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for the time I had, and ended up on the business end of his metal arm, pinned to the wall as if I weighed no more than air itself.
He inhaled sharply, his eyes bulging open in fear and confusion as he was wrenched from his nightmare. His eyes were red and swollen with tears. His cries were reduced to a panicked breath that heaved his chest and dried his throat. His eyes remained lost and stunned, staring into the dark, but in the blue glow of the moonlight I saw his hand reach out in search of me. I crawled over to where he sat upright on the bed and buried myself against his chest.
“Shhh… It’s ok James… It was all a dream.. I’m here… you’re ok… we’re safe..” I breathed my comforts into his neck, holding him tight in my arms as his trembles became less and less. “I’m here…”
“Y/N?” Bucky whispered from next to me in bed. “Are you awake?” “Mfhmmf…” I mumbled into my pillow. I felt the bed shift as Bucky sat up. “Whasa mtter?” I asked, my words slurred with sleep. “I can’t sleep.” He sighed heavily. I rolled over to face him and traced my fingertips over the skin on his arm, the way I knew always made him feel better. I felt the rigid muscles relax under my touch.
“They’re always just so… real.” Bucky’s voice wavered on his last word, making my heart sink like a rock in my chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him softly, a little more awake now. He shook his head weakly in response. “Do you wanna do something?” I suggest, willing to try anything if it had a chance of helping him. “Help you take your mind off it?” “Like what?”