Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers X reader Smut Fluff and other things

You Are The Reason

(Steve Rogers X Reader): no warning, maybe some feels but that's about it.

Ok so I know I promised some more Bucky/Sebastian x Readers but I had to post this one. It's a short one so, you won't have to spend too long reading it. But I was able to finish this one before the Bucky one I'm working on. So stay up to date there's more to come!

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Often enough Steve had terrible dreams and nightmares that constantly scared him to no end. The nights he spent waking up screaming alone were the ones he'd always feared. Everyone told him how strong he was, how fearless and awesome he was. That he never needed anyone, that he could do this all on his own. Boy was the world wrong, Steve absolutely hated waking up in the middle of the night. Tears streaming down his face as his body trembled in fear from mostly flashbacks, memories. Others would just be fear of losing some one he loved. No one knew this but Steve always complained to himself how he was just a man and he had morals and needs too. He would never admit it but he hated being the shield the world used against the enemy.

Steve always told himself that just one night, someone would be there to save him. Or wake him from a terrible nightmare to prove to him that he was safe. He needed someone because he was always alone. He hated being alone. In all of his 93 years of being here on earth he'd come to the conclusion that it would never happen. Steve of all people needed love, needed security, needed safeness, needed to never be alone. He wanted most things other people had. It was almost as if he were jealous for the fact that he knew all too well that he couldn't. Especially with being Captain America, anyone he loved like that would be stripped from him. Steve couldn't bare to put himself through that kind of loss again. Deep down he knew that he was not made for that life. As much of a family man as he was, he knew he could never have that happiness. Not in a million years.

But then you came along, a clumsy bright smiled woman who just so happened to always bump into him. Not intentional either, you were just this goofy bubbly clumsy woman who ended up in the lap of Captain America. Just a regular woman who tended to her own things in life. One of those things that which just so happened to Steve. When the first meeting of you and Steve happened, it was like a ridiculous romance scene. Something almost unreal. Coulda fooled yourself that this was unreal, but when he helped you up from the floor. It was as if you were lost in time. After the first "Bump in" to Steve Rogers, plenty more unfolded. Sometimes coffee would leave nasty brown stains, a bruised kneecap from falling, sometimes a broken nail, and others paperwork flying everywhere. That of which you always lost and could never replace.

From the beginning of Steve and yours relationship, you both had become very close. Anytime he wasn't on missions or off saving someone in the world he was either calling you or hanging out with you. You of all people knew how risky a "Relationship" with the Captain America was. It was extremely dangerous and could be denoted as suicide. But who really cared, everyone eventually dies one way or another. Which also led to you guys just being friends and leaving it as that. But that never stopped the fact that you were slowly falling in love with Steve. And just Steve Rogers, the man before he became Super Soldier Captain America. His quirks, his blemishes, his battle scars, his internal scars, his cute memories, his terrible memories, his favorite things, his least favorite things. You even welcomed his ptsd, and every nightmare he encountered. Through it all, no matter what he put you through, you were the one there for him and never changed how you felt despite how loud or how scared he got. It was all perfect through your eyes something Steve never saw in himself.

A few times you'd found him screaming in the corner of his room curled into a ball shaking. He looked so broken, so terrified. You hated to see him looking like he had no one. You were lucky enough to have been there spending the night at Stark Tower for an interview with Tony the next day. Thankfully when he saw you he eventually calmed down enough to let you help him. He would never admit it, but he was so relieved to have someone cradle him. This big and brave and buff Soldier was nothing more than a man who had too many bad encounters. Eventually on the nights you were not there, which was more often than not, he called you to fall asleep on the phone with you. He always made sure to leave you connected to the loud speaker in his room. So if he ever did have a nightmare with you on the other end he could hear you calling his name. It was his form of safety and you always were obliged to give him that safety he needed. And the nights you didn't call you'd wake to him calling you. Crying profusely through the phone trying desperately to reach you through it. Eventually it was such a timed pattern you always knew when he was to have a nightmare or call you during the middle of the night.