Summary: You're the light guiding him away from the nightmares.
Warnings: Fluff, teensy bit of angst.
A/N: I know I've written something similar but this is my favorite troupe (is Bucky dreaming about me ahem reader a troupe?)
Flashes of his prior life plagued him at night, when he was alone in his apartment. Nightmares about when he was a prisoner in his own mind, a silent witness unable to stop the atrocities caused by his own hands.
The nightmares spiraled out of control, leaving him restless, sweat laced, and shivering on his hardwood floors. He had given up hope for one night of rest, one night of peaceful slumber. He wondered if he deserved that.
He met you by accident. Call it fate, luck or some merciful wizard had pity on him and placed you in his life.
All he knows is that having the chance to be around you is a gift. To speak to you, sit next to you, to love you is beyond anything he had dreamed of and well, he cherishes every moment.
You’re an oasis after a lifetime of pain.
You kissed him one night, cuddled up on his couch, the dim light from the tv flickering across the dark living room, your lips grazed his cheek and he felt it in his bones.
He bought furniture for you, wanting you to be comfortable in his space. The first night he could sleep in his bed was with you. Bucky became restless after a few hours, still not used to all the softness, he eased out of the bed and onto the floor. You woke up and found him in the living room by the couch.
Bucky tried to explain, but you gave him a sleepy, understanding smile, holding up a blanket, and he knew he was safe with you. He could talk and share without fear of judgment. You laid next to him on the frigid floor, using his chest as a pillow, and you stole his heart.
It’s been a few years now.
He bought you a home, a little place that was perfect for the two of you. His grandmother’s ring fit around your finger like she made it for you. The wedding was small, with a few of your friends and family, and he had Sam, Sarah, the kids, Sharon, Torres and Yori on his side.
It was all more than he expected.
Even after all this time.
It’s often the little things that remind him how lucky he is, like the way your hand finds his when you’re walking through the local farmers’ market. Or how your face lights up when you’re happy. The way your nose scrunches when you’re angry. He loves the way your mind works, how you’re funny without even realizing it, kind and genuinely beautiful.
No matter how much time passes, no matter what happens in the future.
He knows three things for certain.
He loves you, he’s going to cherish you until the last breath leaves his body and he’s going to always dream of you.
