Bucky Barnes Oneshots

insomnia hc (fluff/angst)

"I'm staying up with you"when Bucky couldn't sleep, you didn't either"no, I want you to rest,"you'd hush him and slip out of the bedhe'd follow you, picking you up before you made it to the bedroom dooryou'd wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the kitchenhe'd lean against the counter as you turned on the kettle to make tea he likedyou never made him talk about the memories that kept him up"I love you," you'd press a kiss to the red star on his vibranium armhe'd smile, whispering it back in the dim lightonce you had two cups of tea, you'd settle in on the couchbucky and you had shows to watch that would soothe the anxiety when he didn't sleepit was usually silly sitcoms, nothing that would be tensesometimes, loving Bucky looked like watching old nature documentary reruns on repeatthat was okay, because it relaxed himhe always liked the ones about penguinsBucky would hold you in his arms, wanting to feel the rise and fall of your steady breathingyou grew used to his arm draped over your chestor sometimes even his hand on your skin, to remind him you were realif that wasn't enough, the two of you would go for drives along the coastsometimes you'd sit on the beach, watching the sunrisethose nights were followed by napping all dayyou never minded, thoughyou'd convince him to drive by Starbucks on the way homehe'd make you swear not to tell Steve he liked the frappuccinosyou'd curl up under weighted blankets togetheronce Bucky finally went to sleep, his head would be on your stomach, laid between your legsyou'd seize those opportunities to watch the horror movies that scared bucky"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you'd apologize for waking him up, jumping when the movies startled you"it's fine," he'd murmur, drifting back offyou were always patient with Bucky's insomnia