#kits requests

Can you write for Bucky taking care of reader while she recovers from surgery? 🤒 I figure I’m a week and a half into my own recovery. I could use some fluff 💜💜

Love Me Well

Pairing: Bucky x Recovering!Reader

Summary: Reader is antsy after being bedridden after surgery, but it's still fluffy <3

Warnings: Mentions of surgery (unspecified reason) if those are even warnings? Fluff. My writing needs it's own warning :\

Word Count: 614

A/N: Hello lovely! I hope you like it! I had no idea where this was going when I started. The reader had surgery on her stomach but it's unspecified what for, I hope that's okay.

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You groan in exasperation, sick of being sick. Well, not sick, but recovering. Recovering and bedridden until your nurse, also known as Bucky, allows you out of bed.

"Baby, don't you think you're being a little excessive?" You say, unable to suppress a chuckle but regretting it when you shift uncomfortably and pain shoots to your incision, a quiet 'hmph' passing your lips.

"No, it's not," he huffs, hovering over you like a mother hen, "you need rest."

"I am resting, I don't need more rest. I need to be able to do something and have something to focus on."

"Focus on getting better, darlin," he tries, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were doin that for me," you tease, tilting your chin up to accept another one, this time on your lips. His are slightly chapped but warm against yours and you melt into him, pulling him nearly on top of you and making him chuckle, his large frame braced against the bed frame as it creaks precariously under his weight.

"Easy, sweetheart, wouldn't wanna pull out those stitches too soon," he reminds, lifting your shirt to check the will-be scar.

You let out an amused huff of air as he drops to his knees beside the bed, his calloused fingers pushing the hem of your, or rather his, faded black t-shirt up over your stomach, revealing your newest battle scar. You fidget uncomfortably, feebly attempting to cover your exposed skin. His hand stops yours, fingers wrapping around your much smaller wrist ever so gently, his eyes finding yours. Knowing your stomach is your biggest insecurity, he keeps his eyes locked on yours as he slowly peppers sweet kisses against your skin, his lips barely ghosting the sensitive area. “I love you,” he drawls, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing slowly. Tears blur your vision and you avert your gaze, trying to blink them away. Not because he said he loves you, but because he means it. “Hey,” he murmurs, his free hand cupping your cheek, tilting your face towards him again, forcing you to look at him. “I love you,” he repeats, trailing kisses across the back of your hand and up your arm slowly. “All of you, darlin. You’re beautiful.” 

A tear slips down your face as you lean into his touch, his lips brush your shoulder and then your collarbone through your shirt. “I love you too,” you whisper, sniffling slightly. “God, I really love you. How’d I get so lucky?” you murmur, leaning forward ever so slightly to capture his lips. A moment that lasts an eternity passes and you pull away, resting your forehead against his contentedly. 

“You’re not lucky, darlin. You deserve to be taken care of. And you deserve someone’s love who’s gonna treat you well. I just happen to be the one lucky enough to get to take that spot in your heart,” Bucky says sincerely, his stormy eyes never leaving yours as more tears trickle down your cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumb tenderly before untangling himself from you slowly, huffing in amusement when you chase his touch. His laughter changes to concern when your face twinges with pain at your attempt to move. 

“Hold still, love,” he admonishes, rounding the bed and ever so slowly crawling across it to you, careful to shift the mattress as little as possible as he settles in next to you. You reach for his hand instinctively as he turns on reruns of Friends and you rest your head on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut to the sound of the tv and Bucky’s breathing as his fingers trace random patterns on your forearm.

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Hi everyone!! I'm alive! Merry Christmas!!! (a little early but still.) I just wanted to let yall know that I will be attempting to complete my 12 days of Christmas one shots this year (I did 7 before losing inspiration last time) so I'll be continuing that soon!

I also wanted to announce I will no longer be writing requests with explicit smut, so any requests I've previously received that haven't been complete will be written either without smut or with slight implications. This is a decision I've made for personal reasons and I hope yall understand! I may still occasionally post my own creations (without a request guideline) that contains sexual themes.

With all of that in mind, I'm accepting Christmas/new years' requests!!! Christmas prompts may be turned into a 12 days of Christmas fic depending :)

Merry Christmas lovelies!!

-Kit

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The Christmas Tie

Thank you my love for the request! I hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None? Just fluff

Request: 💎 - Adjusting your/their jewelry/necktie/ etc.

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Word Count: A couple hundred?

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"Bucky! We're gonna be late!" You holler over your shoulder from your vanity seat as you put in your earrings which are composed of multiple shining stars that jingle slightly when you move; Classic yet modern with a hint of holiday cheer. Perfect for Tony's annual Christmas party.

"I know!" He returns from the bathroom sink where you can just make out his stout form in the mirror as he trims his beard. You stand, adjusting your dress with one hand and swiftly applying your new lipstick with the other. Titled snowfleek, it's a deep, matte red that accentuates the dress you're wearing, which accentuates the rest of your body.

Taking one last glance you turn on your heels, practically running straight into Bucky who's standing less than a stride away, his eyes taking in your outfit with a sort of awe-filled, possessive gaze. You get the feeling he'd been standing there for longer than it had taken you to see him.

"You're killin' me, darlin," he sighs, running a hand over his face and taking half a step back, eyes still glued to you.

"Many have tried, none have succeeded, Sergeant Barnes," you tease, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, feeling the warmth of his hands against your hips.

"Yeah but you get closer to succeeding every time I look at you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before you can do anything but melt into it.

Pulling away you let out something between a gasp and a sigh of exasperation when you see your new lipstick now coating Bucky's lips instead of yours. You can't suppress a laugh as you grab a tissue from the nearby dresser and begin wiping it from his lips. "Now look what you did, didn't even give my lipstick time to set," you hum, biting your lip in concentration.

"Worth it," he mutters and you giggle, unable to stop the smile that spreads across your now unevenly tinted lips as a blush dusts your cheeks and you look down, eyes catching on the lopsided, haphazardly done tie he's wearing.

"Bucky," you laugh again, eyes sparkling in amusement. "What did you do?"

"What?" he says, brows furrowing in confusion, his eyes following your hands as they go from his shoulders to his chest.

"Your tie," you explain, undoing it slowly, the material unwinding from the confusing twists and turns he put it through.

"What's wrong with my tie?" He pouts, having all the looks of a kicked puppy. You let out another chuckle. Men.

"There's nothing wrong with the tie- the colors look amazing on you," you say, shooting him a heart-stopping grin. "You just need to have someone else put it on right," you tease, tucking the end over, around, across, and back up again smoothly before pulling it down through the loop and snugging it against the collar of his white button-up.

You glance up, finding Bucky staring at you with a sort of confused, impressed, loving gaze. "What?" You ask, reaching behind him to pull the shirt collar over the back of the tie, gently tugging at the soft material before smoothing your fingers down the front of the tie, your hand resting against his chest.

"Nothin. Your just so beautiful, doll. Dunno how I got so lucky."

"I think I'm the lucky one," you smile, untangling yourself from him and making your way to the vanity once more to reapply your lipstick.

He says nothing, taking in the way your lips part as you swipe the dark silky, matte substance over them in a well practiced motion before shooting him that smile in the mirror. He knows you don't believe it, but he's the lucky one, and as long as he has you, he always will be.

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This really wasn't about the tie? But like? IDK I thought it was cute maybe?? I don't even know if I'm a writer anymore. I hope it was okay my love

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Requested by @i-padfootblack-things

I misplaced your ask after I finished writing this but I finally got it done!!! I hope it's okay:/

Warnings: Brief depictions of violence (AKA Hydra losing) a little cursing, mostly fluff. I'm rusty so sorry this isn't what it should be! 

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: 🚫🚫My works are not to be reposted on any other platforms or copied/translated in any way without my permission🚫🚫

A/N 2: dividers by @firefly-graphics

"Y/N, what's your location?" You hear Bucky's voice in your ear. 

Raising your free hand to your earpiece you respond, "Southwest wing, I'm in their communication room. Where are you?"

"Headed towards you. Steve's sweeping the basement but otherwise it should be clear."

"Copy that." Relaxing slightly you begin to download their entire database, tapping your nails on the desk impatiently. 

"Don't move." 

You tense, hearing the masculine tone sound behind you. Relaxing your shoulders you ignore his warning, turning around slowly with your hands up in the basic 'surrender' position, coming face to face with a 6 foot agent holding a glock-19 which is now pointed directly at your head. 

"Stupid girl. You should never let your guard down. Don't they teach you Avengers anything?" He says with disdain. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't do anything stupid," you say with a smirk. 

"I'm the one with the gun." The agent huffs, obviously amused and slightly baffled. 

You inspect your nails lazily before shifting your gaze to the man before you, looking up at him through your lashes. "There you go, you've done it now," you sigh disappointedly as a confused expression crosses his face. "Weren't you taught to never bring a gun to a girl fight?" Darting your hand out you twist the gun away from you, a shot sounding through the air. Before he can react you clock him; his head jerking to the side from the impact. Using his momentum against him you swipe his legs from under him, the gun skidding away as he falls. 

Turning around you scramble for the gun, hitting the ground hard when he grabs your ankle and pulls it from under you, a jolt of pain shooting through your foot. Kicking out behind you, you smirk in satisfaction when your boot connects with what you assume is his head and a grunt falls from his lips. 

Scrambling forward again you grasp the pistol, rolling over and not hesitating to stop the enraged man with a bullet. 

You jump as boots sound in the hallway  aiming the gun again you tense, ready to defend yourself. 

"Y/N are you okay? I heard gunsh- oh my god put the gun down! It's just me."

Sighing in relief you lower the gun as Bucky rounds the corner, his eyes darting between you and the form on the floor.  

"Are you okay?"

"Never better, I got the harddrive so let's-" you cut off as you begin to stand, a pained sound leaving your lips as you try to put weight on your ankle. "Go," you finish your sentence, taking a painful step slowly. 

"Oh, no you don't." Bucky admonishes you, taking two long strides before sweeping you off your feet, mumbling something about you being reckless and stubborn.

Back on the quinjet, Bucky sets you down gently, propping your foot up on the bench. "Hold still, doll." He slips out of his tac vest and grabs the medical kit before turning back to you. 

Wrapping a warm hand around the back of your knee, he lifts your injured leg with care before sliding his large frame onto the seat where it had been moments before. Gingerly he sets your ankle on his lap before starting to wrap it gently. 

"I'm fine, Buck," you huff, a warm lilt on your lips. 

"Like hell you are! You could have died, Y/N!" Bucky lifts his blazing eyes to yours. 

Grasping his hand reassuringly you stifle a giggle. "James, I'm fine aside from a few bumps and bruises. I've been through much worse than a 6 foot Hydra puppet," you chuckle. "Now stop worrying about me before you hurt yourself," you smile lazily, eyes meeting his blue orbs as he looks at you sheepishly. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, a concerned edge lining his words as a blush dusts his cheeks.

"Positive. Thank you, though." 

"For what?"

"Being so sweet." You smile, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek; leaning back in your seat leisurely as your eyes flutter shut, catching the slow smile that crosses Bucky's lips. 

"James, I'm fine, really. Can I please get out of bed now?" You plead, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

"No, you cannot get out of bed now. You're hurt." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while frowning. 

"Ughhhhhh," you whine, burying your head into a pillow. 

A knock sounds at the door and your head shoots up as you holler, "COME IN!!!" before Bucky can tell them to go away. 

You smile when Sam flings the door open, a stack of movies in his hands along with a pile of snacks piled precariously on top.

"What's he doing here?" Bucky scowls, turning to you in obvious dissaprovement. 

"I asked him to bring me all this." you smirk victoriously, waving your hand to the stack of junk food. 

"Where was I when you did this?" Bucky interrogates, scowl deepening. 

"In the bathroom. Now stop being so grouchy," you giggle, accepting all the goodies from Sam with a smile. 

"He's not staying, is he?"

"Dude I'm right here, stop talking about me like I'm not," Sam chortles, sending you an amused eyeroll. 

"Thank you, Sam," you exaggerate, ignoring Bucky's charade as Sam saunters to the door lazily, shooting finger guns at both of you; causing you to giggle and Bucky to roll his eyes again. 

"Okay Sergeant, now you can stop brooding or pouting or whatever you call that."

"I'm not brooding," Bucky huffs.

"Okay… so pouting," you smile as he glares at you. "And stop doing that thing where you look at me like you want me to disentegrate and sit down already… I had Sam bring your favorite movies…" you smirk, waving Five Easy Pieces, Ace Ventura and several of his other favorites. 

Your smirk widens when he mumbles something under his breath while putting in a movie, crawling onto the opposite side of the bed; as far away from you as possible as he continues to frown. 

Rolling your eyes at him you shift your leg, letting out a dramatic groan of 'pain' causing Bucky to immediately scoot towards you, eyes scanning worriedly. "Are you okay?" 

You curl into his side and let out a comfortable sigh. "Yep, now I'm good."

You give him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes as his eyes widen with the realization of what you did. 

"Brat," he mumbles, wrapping his arm around you in defeat.

"Yep, that's me!" You giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his jawline as he tries and fails to suppress a smile. 

Reblogs and comments are so appreciated! Thank you for reading!❤

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Starved

Pairing: Soft! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Light cursing, mentions of monsters, implied smut, grammar mistakes

Word Count: 373

A/N: Sorry this is really short, also I didn't edit so it is what it is😶

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"Babe, I'm back!" Dean called while slamming the door behind him, throwing his duffel bag onto the couch haphazardly. He follows the unmistakable scent of baked goods into the kitchen where he sees you pulling something out of the oven, blowing a strand of hair out of your face that had fallen out of your messy bun. He would have laughed if he wasn't so tired- laughed at how domestic and normal it looked when your lives were anything but. You were monster hunters for god sakes! 

You smile brightly when you see your boyfriend standing in front of you. Setting the pan down on the counter you wrap your arms around his waist as he envelopes you in a warm hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head gently. He missed you. He had been gone for over a month, and even though his job required long weeks away, he still hated that you couldn't always go with him- it wasn't that you weren't capable of handling yourself… you were very capable, but your 'normal' life required you to be home for school and your other job. So you settled for surprising him with his favorite thing when he did come home. Pie. 

"I missed you," you mumble against his chest, tilting your head to press a gentle kiss on his jaw. 

"I missed you too babygirl… What did you make?" He questions, hands moving to your hips before he peers over your head to look at the covered pan on the counter. 

Beaming up at him, you giggle out, "Your favorite."

You swear he looks like a puppy as his face lights up excitedly. "Apple pie?" 

"Apple pie," you confirm, laughing as he walks you back so you're pressed against the counter next to the pie. "I'm starving," he says, looking down at you. 

"Lemme get you some then." You try to move out of his grip to serve the pie but he holds you in place, kissing you slowly, a slight rumble in his chest. Grasping the underside of your legs, he hoists you so you're sitting on the counter next to the pie; Dean standing between your thighs. 

"I didn't say I was hungry for pie babygirl." 

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Migraines

A/N: This is my first request so I hope it turned out okay! It went a different direction then I planned but I hope you like it! Sorry it's pretty short :)

Warnings: none? pregnancy migraines and fluff 

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"Love?" Loki calls, entering your shared bedroom in long, worried strides. Your migraines have been more intense and more often since your pregnancy; you haven't been eating properly, barely sleeping, more often than not you spend curled into Loki's chest as tears roll down your cheeks in waves as he rubs your back and does what he can to ease your pain, unnable to fully rid you of it even with the help of his magic. And now this… He finds you crouched over the edge of the toilet, retching helplessly, tears streaming down your face.  

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry," He murmurs, kneeling next to you and pulling your hair away from you face, rubbing your back gently.

"It hurts, Loki," you sob. 

"I know, love, I'm sorry our little princess is causing you pain." He sighs, letting some of his seidr seep into you to ease your pain as best he can. 

You chuckle fondly at this. You've both decided to wait until your baby is born to find out the gender, but Loki is convinced it's a girl despite you reminding him it may not be.

"Are you done?" He questions gently. 

"Yeah," you mumble, feeling your pain subside from the effects of his magic. 

Helping you to your feet, he hands you your much desired mouthwash. "Would you like a bath, love?"

When you nod your head he walks behind you, running the water and making sure the temperature is the way you like it before adding peppermint and rosemary oil. 

"I can't wait for her to get here," he tells you excitedly, grinning as he helps you slip into the warm water slowly. 

Sighing, you smile as brightly as you can. "Neither can I." 

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Request: I’m actually working on the request you sent me weeks ago when I was on my tumblr break. I got so excited when I saw your post about taking requests. ;) This is one of my favorite things and super cliche, but can I have Steve with a coffee shop AU??

Requested by: @star-spangled-beard-burn

Request status: Open! Feel free to send me something!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Literally none besides my grammar errors because I didn't edit fully, sorry

Word Count: 1,208

A/N: Sorry this took me so long! I hope you like it! I had fun writing this <3

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You were at the small coffee shop in Brooklyn every morning with your laptop and notes, studying. Or you were supposed to be studying anyway- most of the time you were writing. Steve was also there every morning with his sketchbook and pencils. He was the best part of your day, no doubt, with his easy smiles and stormy blue eyes. How could you not fall for him? Surely that would be impossible for any woman. You just didn’t know if your feelings were unrequited. God, you wanted to know, but you didn’t ask. You were afraid of the answer, with good reason. How embarrassing would that be? What would you say? “Hey, I was wondering if you're as desperately head-over-heels for me as I am for you?” No, that wouldn’t do, so you keep quiet. At least for now. 

You share a love of art; He loved to read the stories you write, the words you make live and breathe. He often asks after them, your new ideas, plans and plots. And you're in love with his sketches, the way his drawings seem to jump off of the pages and into your heart. You have sort of a… trade of sorts; His sketches for your stories. Except for the one drawing he never lets you see, always saying ‘when it was time, he would show you.’ And it drives you crazy. You want to know what it is, but you wouldn’t push him for it. You would wait. Not patiently, but you would wait. 

Today’s no different, you’re sitting in the corner booth with your laptop in front of you, wrapped up in the world you were creating, painting with your words when a familiar figure slid in opposite of you, giving you a mug filled with steaming liquid. You look up into blue eyes, smiling your thanks. 

“Hey doll, what are you writing?” He asks, enjoying the way you look away and your cheeks tint pink at the nickname.

“Nothing right now,” you murmur, “I’m just trying to outline this story, but it’s not working very well,” you chuckle lightly. 

“Can I read it?” He questions, looking like a hopeful puppy. 

“When it’s done, silly,” you laugh, shaking your head at his childish manner. 

You go back to your writing while he pulls out his pencils and sketchbook, you stop when you feel his gaze resting on you. Glancing up at him you give him a confused smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, looking back down while a blush creeps up his neck. 

Smiling to yourself you go back to writing. Or at least you try to... It’s not your fault he’s so distracting. 

You don’t have to look up to know he’s staring again. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that!” You chuckle.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he mutters unconvincingly, eyes once more downcast. 

Not a minute later you feel his gaze resting on you again. “Captain, if you keep looking at me like that you’ll have to ask me out,” you tease, your eyes gleaming with amusement as he blushes furiously. Of course, you would love if he actually asked you out, but for now you’ll settle to tease him and watch that adorable, embarrassed look color his features. 

A few minutes later you look back over, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion at his expression. “Steve?”

“Hmm?”

Tilting your head you look at him more closely, trying to figure out what he’s so focused on. “What are you drawing?”

Your eyebrows furrow further when he doesn’t even look up much less answer, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and what looks like a slight frown appears on his face. “Hang on, doll. You’ll see.”

Knowing you won’t get an answer until he’s ready to give one, you turn back to your story. The only sounds are the muffled talk of the occasional customer across the coffee shop, the click of your keyboard and the soft scratch of his pencil. 

An hour later and you’ve finally finished most of your story and your craving a cup of coffee. Looking across the table you watch Steve silently for a moment, noticing how he looks nearly exactly as he had an hour ago. 

“Stop staring.” 

“I wasn't stari- Okay, maybe I was staring, but that’s only because you are being super secretive and quiet,” you explain, rolling your eyes playfully and watching a slow smile spread across his face. 

“I’m almost done, just a second and you can look, okay?” 

Arching a brow, you smirk. “One.”

You laugh as he huffs and shoots you a non-convincing glare. 

“Okay, I’ll be back in one minute,” you sass. Standing, you make your way to the counter, ordering cheesecake for the both of you before taking your seat again. “Here, I got you the cherry one cause I know it’s your favor-” you cut off after setting down the plates, your eyebrows knitting together again when you see a piece of paper lying face down next to your computer. “What is it?”

“Well turn it over and you’ll see,” Steve chuckles. But he looks a little- anxious?

Turning it over, you glance at Steve and back at the paper, a slight feeling of anger stirring in your chest. “Is this a joke?” you ask, staring at him. 

Shock and then confusion flash over his face. “What? No- I wouldn’t joke about that. Why do you think it’s a joke?”

“I dunno,” you murmur, looking back at the picture with the beautifully scrawled message below. “I thought maybe you just knew I like you and you were making fun of me…Why else would you do it?”

He scoffs a little, a smile playing about his lips and his eyes gleaming. “I’m not making fun of you, am I not allowed to want to go out with you?” he asks, gesturing back to the paper as proof; It’s a picture of you with your hair down and a smile dancing on your lips, your eyes seemingly bright. It looks so… Real. Beneath the life-like version of you in a swirling, outrageously pretty handwriting is written, “Go out with me?” 

“It’s so beautiful…” You breathe in awe, tracing your fingertips over the edges of the paper gently. 

“Is that a yes?” Steve laughs, eyes fixed on your face. 

“Absolutely!” You beam, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your lips. “I’d love to go out with you.” 

“Oh thank god!” he chuckles, “I've been working on it for weeks, but today I knew I had to finish it. I wasn’t sure if you would say no or not,” he admits, slightly bashful. 

You turn his question on him as he smiles brightly at you. “Am I not allowed to want to go out with you?”

“You are, I just wasn't sure if you would want to… Now give me my cheesecake,” he laughs, trying to take the plate away from your side of the table.

“No way, I’ll trade you though.”

Arching an eyebrow he looks at you suspiciously. “For what?”

“Cheesecake for a kiss,” you say, smirking at him. 

He leans across the table towards you, murmuring, “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

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Request: How about a Bucky drabble where they both have insomnia, but they sleep better when they’re next to each other. (Requested by @hermionesalvatore84 )

Warnings: mentions of past physical and mental abuse, nightmares, a lil fluff

Word Count: 782

A/N: this went slightly different than I imagined but I hope it's still something you like!

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Closing your eyes wasn’t an option. Every time you tried to sleep you would wake in a cold sweat, fear seizing your heart so tightly you couldn’t breath, your senses overloaded with panic. Most people sleep to escape their hell, but not you. The real demons come out when you close your eyes. So you opt not to sleep at all, instead trying to fill the night with distractions, anything to avoid your nightmares. It was on a night just like that, where you were looking for a distraction, that you stumbled upon Bucky in the living room of the Avengers tower, he had an old 90’s show playing but he didn’t seem to be watching it. He looked lost in thought. As gently as you could you fold yourself into the spot next to him, not saying anything for fear of startling him.

You haven’t talked to him much since you joined the team 2 months ago, he always seemed so distant and cold. A Soldier. But tonight he looked different… his face not drawn into a stern, unforgiving look but instead an expression you recognized from the mirror; Fear. “Bucky?” you whisper, afraid to get too close. Not afraid of him, but afraid for him. “Buck?” you say again, gently touching his forearm, jolting when his head snaps around to look at you. “ They had me again.” He whispers, tears trailing slowly down his face, his usually bright eyes clouded. You don’t have to ask who it was, you’ve heard what Hydra did. “They were making me- I didn’t want to.“ he chokes out, unable to continue. Knowing exactly how he feels you link your fingers with his slowly, tracing your thumb over the back of his hand. “I know Buck. I know.”

“Tell me something good. Please,” Bucky begs you, his grip on your hand tightening, his voice shaking. You can’t say no. You won’t. You begin recounting your happy childhood memories even though they’re far and few between, telling him about your dreams and where you want to go, your biggest plans. After what feels like mere minutes he relaxes into your touch, comforted by the sound of your voice washing sweetly over him in gentle waves. Tentatively you lean your head on his shoulder, humming a soft tune your mother used to sing to you and smiling softly when you feel his head lean against yours. When you wake up in the morning still on the couch, you find the space next to you empty, the only evidence he was there is the faint scent of his cologne.

--next week---

You gasp, bolting upright in bed, the sheets a blazing tangle around your legs, hot tears pouring down your cheeks and panic blazing in your chest. Kicking the sheets off your overheated body you head out your door on shaky legs. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Standing uncertainly outside of Bucky's door, you shift from foot to foot, wondering why you showed up here. Not knowing what to do you turn to go back to your room, fresh tears welling In your eyes when his door opens suddenly. He’s looking at you tiredly, his hair tangled and dark circles beneath his eyes. “Doll? Are you okay?” he asks, voice rough and full of concern. Looking up at him you burst into tears again, trying to explain. “I didn’t know where else to go- and I had a-“ you sob, arms wrapped around your body protectively. Understanding lights in his eyes and he pulls you close, his large frame swallowing you. “Shhh, Shhh it’s okay, I've got you, your safe now. No one can hurt you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can I- Stay here?” you ask, voice trembling. You would have blushed if it were in different circumstances.

“Sure, doll. C'mon,” he says, pulling you into his room gently and guiding you into his bed. “There ya go. I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” He turns to leave

Clutching his arm you plead, “can you stay here please?” More tears welling in your eyes, the pressure in your chest subsiding slightly. “Just to sleep, Bucky. Please?”

Sighing he gives you a questioning look. “Are you sure?”

Nodding your head you bunch your hands into the fabric of his t-shirt when he slides in next to you, your head wresting on his chest and his hands finding a place on your back, rubbing soothing circles until you both drift off into the peaceful sleep you've craved.

That’s how you spend most of your nights now, curled into Bucky's side or running your fingers through his hair while his head rests in your lap, finally able to sleep in the comfort of each other's arms.

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