End of the Day
Bucky x reader
Warnings: kissy kiss kiss (fluff)
Prompt: You help Bucky calm down
You finally had a night to yourself. Everyone in the tower was gone and you could finally sit down and rest.
The T.V. was all yours, no one to fight over the remote with. You only had to cook for yourself, something you haven’t been able to do since you moved in.
Everyone was to be gone until morning, so you took advantage of every aspect of the tower. The couch was covered in blankets, your favorite movie was on, and you were happy.
But of course, all good things must come to an end.
The light of the room was flicked on, in coming a very out of breath Bucky. “What are you-”
You were cut off by Bucky rushing to you and wrapping you into his arms. His entire body was shaking, and you could tell that he had just relapsed into a fit of memories from before Steve found him and brought him to the tower.
You two were close, to say the least. You found him in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after he had a nightmare. You were an insomniac who rarely slept early, and it almost became routine to meet him in the kitchen at 3 in the morning.
You never wanted to sleep, but you always tried to so you would have more energy for him.
You learned his likes and dislikes, you learned how to calm him down and he was grateful for you. No one knew how to do it except for you.
His chest heaved, but you slowly wrapped your arms around his muscular body and rubbed his back comfortingly. “I was-” he choked on his words, “I was just at the gas station and he looked exactly like him. The man at the register.”
You opened up the blanket, allowing him to crawl in next to you and curl into your side. “Looked like who?” You questioned, leaning into him because human contact helped him best.
“Zola. He looked just like him.”
You sighed, resting your cheek on the top of his head. “He’s dead, Buck. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
“I’m still so scared.” He muttered, his face resting in the crook of your neck.
You felt bad for him, but you weren’t giving him pity because he hated that. He wanted someone who was going to be there when he needed it but treated him as they would anyone else at any other time of the day. You were that person for him. He could come to you for anything and he knew you wouldn’t coddle him when he didn’t want it.
“You don’t need to be, you’re safe now.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair.
He sniffled, “Thank you.”
“It’s what I’m here for, Bucky.”
The two of you stayed like that for a bit, waiting until he had calmed down before he sighed.
He crawled up, sitting up straight and allowing you to pull away from him. “I’m sorry I ruined your alone time. I’ll leave you be.”
You were about to let him walk out of the room but you knew you couldn’t, “No Bucky. Stay with me, watch the movie.”
He turned back to you, a slight smile on his face, “You sure?”
As he rushed back to the couch you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He pulled off his shoes and sat next to you, pulling you closer to him.
This was the first time you were cradled by him and not the other way around. Not that you were complaining.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., lights please.”
The lights turned off and the light of the T.V. was the only thing that illuminated the room. You glanced up at his face, watching as his eyelashes had perfectly cast a shadow on his cheeks. The scruff on his face had a sudden appeal to you, almost melting you at the sight.
You moved your eyes away from him as he turned to you, barely being able to keep your mind on the words being said in the movie. You could only feel his breathing underneath you.
It’s not like this was the first time you had felt like this.
“I don’t get it, why are they singing? They’re in a high school can’t they just talk?” Bucky said, his brows furrowed at the television as Grease played.
“That would make the movie awfully more boring.” You responded, smiling at him while you pushed your attraction to him away.
“It would make it realistic.”
“Realism is boring.” You bit back, sitting up and staring into his eyes.
His eyes turned to slits, but you didn’t notice as your eyes became focused on his lips.
He saw this as an opportunity, and took his bottom lip in between his teeth with a smirk. You swallowed, turning back to the movie and watching the sleepover scene.
“Nuh-uh, I saw what you were looking at.” Bucky teased, his teeth shining.
“Shut up, Bucky.”
“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” He chuckled.
“Would you please just shut u-”
Your sentence was cut off by his lips connecting to yours. He leaned forward, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you.
You were in complete shock, there was no possible way this was actually happening. You couldn’t believe it, and as he was about to pull away you began kissing him back with as much force as he had used on you.
His hands held your hips down and your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you.
Before you could fully slip into bliss, he pulled away.
“It’s okay,” he smiled, “because I wanted to kiss you too.”