Bucky X Reader Oneshot

Good Morning

A/N: Hello dear readers!

So here is a new one-shot about Bucky and the reader. It's cute and fluffy.

I hope you 'll enjoy it.

Please leave a vote or a comment. 

PS: I can take request if you like.

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An awful scream woke you up from your dream. You sat straight up and threw your sheets away. Immediately, you rushed out of your room, fairly aware, that the scream of pain you heard was from Bucky. He got nightmares almost every night and that night, Steve wasn't here. Usually, he would come and help Bucky to go back to sleep or help him release all pain through punch bags. But Steve was on a mission with the team so there was only you and Bucky in the tower. You ran to his door and opened it carefully. You knew you shouldn't be here, that he could possibly hurt you, but you also knew that you could help him to find peace. You switched the light on, which revealed you the sleepy trembling form of the broken soldier on his bed. You felt your heart hurt at the sight of him. You approached him calling his name at each step. Once you arrived at the bed, you slowly brushed his arm with your fingers. Immediately, he tensed and opened his puffy eyes. You realized he had cried and that he was shirtless, only wearing a sports pants as a PJ.

" Hey, Bucky, you're okay. It was just a nightmare, nothing more."

He let go of your wrist with his metal arm and looked at you when you sat on his bed, talking to him. He listened to you for a while because your voice was pushing the nightmare and pain away. How? He didn't know but all it mattered was that was working. You paused for a little, worried. You saw that he didn't react at your words and that you were maybe just annoying him which was not what you wanted.

"Bucky?" You asked.

He raised his head up, looking at you.

" Yes?"

You played with your fingers, unsure.

" Do you want me to leave? If you prefer to be alone, just tell me, okay?"

He remained silent for a moment and you took that as a yes. You were going to leave when he grabbed your wrist.

"Don't, please don't go."

His eyes were pleading you to stay and you could see the dark bags under his blue eyes. He pulled you towards him and you laid next to him, Bucky still holding your wrist. You gently stroked his cheek, brushing his soft hair at the same time.

" I'm not leaving, Bucky. Now try to sleep. I'll be there in the morning."

You adjusted the sheets around the both of you and kept on stroking Bucky's cheek until he fell asleep. You followed soon after, buried in the arms of the soldier.

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When you woke up, you were on your back, a heavy weight resting on your body. You opened your sleepy eyes and noticed a pressure on your chest. You watched the clock: 8.00. and sighed. Then, you saw Bucky laying on top of you, his head resting on your breasts, his arms wrapped around your waist and the rest of his body between your legs. You blushed at this sight and tried to move away but you were stuck. Your heart sped up and you pondered on what the hell you were going to do now. You've always had a soft spot for the broken soldier but you knew he didn't feel the same so you kept your feelings hidden, masked by the wall of friendship. When you tried to escape his grasp he held you tighter and groaned so you didn't move. A few seconds later, he stirred and he began to wake up. You instinctively started to stroke his hair which was falling in his eyes and he hummed in delight, a sound you've never heard before from him. He rose his head and saw you. His now quite sleepy and awake eyes locked with yours and a genuine smile crossed his face. You smiled back, admiring his gorgeous features. He came closer and leaned towards you until his face was only inches apart from you. He kissed you slowly, brushing his lips against yours. You froze, completely surprise whereas your heart seems to make a rollercoaster in your chest. He said in a hoarse voice:" Good morning" before returning to his previous spot: your breasts muttering under his breath " So comfy".

You blushed and hesitantly took his metal hand in an attempt to convey your reciprocated feelings. You felt him tensed and pushed his head further in your "comfy pillows". You gently intertwined your fingers with his and let your breathing calm down. From your other hand, you stroke his hair and you felt him relaxed under your touch. The wings of sleep wrapped him, laying safe in your arms while you fell back to the arms of Orphée.

A/N: So what did you think about it? Do you want a next chapter, where Bucky realized what he had just done?