#softbucky x reader
Pairings:Bucky x F.Reader
Words:1.5k~
Warnings: mention of injuries.
Type:Fluff with some angst at the end but it’s okay.
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Bucky’s cold toes brushed up along your legs and you stirred, sleepily kicking him away as a chuckle rumbled behind you. “Baby, wake up,” Bucky whispered, and you groaned, burrowing further into your pillow when his nose began to trail along your neck. “Sweetheart.” He continued, trailing kisses along the skin of your neck up to behind your ear and further to your temple. “My love, my life.” The scruff of his two-day beard scraped along your cheek as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “My beautiful wife.”
With heartbroken whine, you turned over in his arms, trailing your hands across his torso to pinch his side. “What is it?”
“Ow—woman,” he exclaimed, but pulled you closer to him so your head rested against his chest, “Let’s go for a drive.”
“What?!” you said, frowning as you sat up enough to look him in the eyes. He couldn’t have been serious. “You’re joking? Hon, it’s like…three in the morning,” you said after a glance to the clock on the nightstand.
“Let’s go get ice cream from that shop—what was it? Jerry’s or something?” He said with a growing smile. It was still sleep worn and quirked at the edges just a bit, but he was as awake as he could be, begging you with the softness of his easy eyes. “Please, baby?” he topped on, and it was the cherry on top of his already ridiculously cute features.
You groaned, flopping your head down on his shoulder and he chuckled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your cheek and you caved. “I’m getting two scoops and you owe me waffles in the morning, and not just plain waffles. I want it with all the fillings and such.”
Bucky smiled, already sitting up and taking you with him, “Deal.”
You begrudgingly slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants and a tank top while Bucky seemed to finish in a snap. By the time you met him at the door though, you were awake enough to actually be a little thrilled at the three-a.m. date Bucky was pulling. He grabbed his keys and led you to his car where you hopped in quickly to escape the ice-cold temperatures outside. Bucky clicked on the engine, and you grasped his hands in your frozen ones, taking in what heat he had to offer, and he laughed.
“Gonna do me in with those icy fingers,” he teased, but he held your hand, bringing them to his lips to blow some hot air on them as the car heated up.
“Gonna do me in with those frozen toes of yours every night,” you said, leaning halfway over the middle console towards his radiating body heat.
“Doesn’t stop you from cuddling with me.”
“It’s winter, and for everything but your toes, you are furnace,” you said, a smile quirking on your lips as he gasped playfully.
“So I’m just a heater to you?”
“Yes, I married you specificallyso that I could have something warm to snuggle with at night.”
“I’m hurt,” he said, tossing you a soft smile, “Truly hon. I thought we were so much more than that.”
“Aw,baby, it’s okay. I married you for your charming looks too.”
“So a heater and eye candy,” he said, increasing his dramatics as a laugh bubbled up his throat. “Damn, I’m really just around for your convenience.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I love you.”
His thumb began brushing circles into the back of your hand as he drove, smiling in the light of the headlights passing by. “I love you.”
Easy silence settled in the car till Bucky pulled into the ice cream parking lot, and you both hopped out of the car. Bucky ran up behind you and opened his jacket, swallowing you whole as you both awkwardly shuffle-ran to the shop with him pressed against your back and arms twisted along your front. The attendant at the counter smothered a smile as you stepped inside. You laughed as Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling against you as he refused to let you go as you walked to the counter.
“You’recold,” he insisted, wrapping his arms snug around you when you tried to escape. Arriving at the counter, you both ordered and paid, settling down at one of the booths. You licked at your two-scoopedcone as Bucky spooned at his sundae.
“So, what inspired this sudden escapade?” You asked, elbowing him in the side, “Dream of ice cream monsters and felt like taking revenge?”
Bucky shook his head, chuckling, “Just missed my wife.”
“Iwas in bed next to you,” you tease, but you nodded anyway.
“Yeah, well…I haven’t been able to do much with you lately,” he admitted quietly, “Our schedules have been out of whack, and we haven’t gone on an actual date in over…what? Two months now?”
You frowned a bit, licking your ice cream. “It hasbeen a while.”
Bucky nodded. “I know it’s early, I just thought it’d—”
“It’s nice, Buck,” you say before he can continue and he smiled, scrunching his nose so the corners of his eyes creased. You puckered your lips, and he laughed, leaning over to kiss you. His lips left the lingering taste of vanilla and strawberry as he pulled back. Sighing softly, he lifted his arm and tucked you in close. The night grew colder as you both finished your ice cream, and the run back to the car felt immensely colder with the ice in your bellies as well as on the roads.
Bucky yelped as your frozen fingers found his neck once the car doors closed. “Damn it—” he shouted, craning his neck to try to avoid your fingers but he only made the situation worse. You chuckled softly as you pulled away.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he mocked, unbuckling his seat belt and tossing himself over the center console, “I’ll show you sorry.”
You squealed, falling back as Bucky pulled the seat lever and laid you both back. His metal hand found its way under your shirt and onto your belly, effectively freezing you as you squirmed. His barrage of kisses along your neck were interrupted by his laughter as you fought to push him away.
“Bucky—oh my goshhiittt,” you shouted, laughing as you wiggled around trying to escape his frozen hands. He paused, sitting up and looked down at you with so much love you couldn’t breathe for a second. He still had you wrapped around his finger even now. His smile was illuminated by headlights, and you only noticed too late that the car horn was getting closer. Your panicked scream hollowed out Bucky’s eyes but not as much as when the car roof caved in, and glass shattered across the two of you.
Bucky fell on you as the metal screeched and your whole body froze when Bucky let out a scream bitter and pained. It echoed in your bones as the lights went out.
The lights burned your eyes as you rolled through a hallway. They rolled you into some room and you couldn’t think straight, but when your head flopped to the side, you knew more pain in that moment than you had in your life. Bucky was rolled up next to you, but he was mangled. His face was bloody and torn, his arm looked crushed and god,his legs. A neck brace was secured around him along with straps to keep his spine in place, but what made you scream was the compressions they were pushing into his chest. They were pumping oxygen into his lungs with a bag, and damn you felt like you could hear every cracked rip when they pressed into his heart. The constant, unwavering scream from the heart monitor ripped your voice free and tore at your lungs.
Come back.
The doctors scrambled to stop you as you sat up, shoving them away as you tried to stand, falling halfway to Bucky. Only then did you notice your legs were broken. Doctors pulled back at your arms while you pushed forward to Bucky, grasping at his hand that had fallen off the side of the bed. His wedding band cold on your fingers. Come back.
“Bucky—” you screamed, and the world was black. Your throat was raw and was swollen with the knot that pressed the tears continuously down your cheeks. They landed in the soft blankets beneath you as the door to the room burst open. You choked, sobs breaking your chest as warm hands grasped your face.
“Honey, baby, it’s alright—” he whispered softly, familiarly deep, and gruff voice, raspy with sleep. Your tears blurred your vision, but you knew the voice. You knew it with every fiber of your being and the cold brush of his wedding ring on your cheek made you sob. You quickly sat up and pressed your lips to Bucky’s, the kiss breaking with another cry. Your hands ran along his face and down his chest, searching for every injury you were sure was there not two minutes ago.
Bucky wiped away the continuous streaks of tears as you grasped at him, pulling him closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it was a dream. It was a dream.”
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