Fluff & angst if you squint
Was what you were thinking the moment your eyes adjusted to the light and you were met with an angel laying next to you. His eyeâs were shut, softly snoring but you didnât mind, his dogtags reflected sunlight atop his blue Henley that hugged him in all the right places. You brushed your hand through his short somewhat spiky hair. Totally not fair. You thought as you saw how it fell perfectly framing his face.
It wasnât always like this
You recalled only a few months ago the weeks of sleepless nights, you never knew how horrible it had been until you started spending your nights in his room. He was constantly plagued by nightmares, he often slept in shifts, he couldnât stand to sleep too long. His body was always in fight or flight, even asleep he could wake up in an instant and fight. You hated those nights where youâd wake up to see him curled in a corner like a kicked dog, and when youâd inched closer his voice would raise, he felt dangerous, and he would rather hurt your feelings than hurt you. Urging you to stay away, insisting he was fine, going as far as to say he didnât want you near, anything that would keep you away and safe. Safe from him.
But slowly you both started adjusting, and trusting. He couldnât stand seeing you struggle to stay awake in meetings, or slowing down in training. The last thing he wanted to do was weigh you down. So trying to be better for you turned into trying to be better for himself as well. Which is what led you to this.
This beautiful sight, his slow breathing, the rise and fall of his chest. The fact that he felt so safe and comfortable to sleep so soundly, it made you emotional.
He made a small sound from the back of his throat as he mindlessly reached out his hand for you, it found its way to your waist and suddenly you were dragged flush to his chest, his flesh arm tight around you, face buried in your head. He mumbled into your hair, you couldnât help but smile at his clingy sleepy behavior, he was usually so stoic.
âGmornin babyâ you cooed.
The thing about Sundays was that you two had absolutely nothing to do, no meetings, missions, training, nothing. And it was bliss. It first started when you were having your usual sleep-in-Sunday, at the time Bucky was not a participant, but in your half-awakeness you tugged on Buckyâs arm as he started to leave the bed. Seeing you half-asleep, begging for him to stay, he was a goner. He didnât really have anything to do, and once you were soft and warm in his arms it didnât matter if he did.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by him groaning as he awoke, shifting onto his back and rubbing his eyes.
âUgh baby itâs so bright.â He groaned. You giggled at his sleepy complaint; prying yourself out of his grasp to turn down the shades.
âSo much betterâ he said grabbing you back down to bed and enveloping you in a warm hug.
âYou sleep okay?â You asked, hand gently going through his short locks.
âMhm. Always sleep good with you hereâ
You sighed, half in comfort half in relief.
âBaby I gotta tell you somethinââ he said all soft, you looked up at him, eyes half closed.
âI love youâ he confessed like it was the first time he had ever said those three words, it was just so sweet, so raw, so rewarding in a way. Your heart bloomed like a flower.
âI love you too. So much James.â
âYa know what else i love?â He said shifting so you were on top of him, he pressed a kiss to your head.
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