One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

47th (BUCKY BARNES)

Summary: In another lifetime, Bucky Barnes would have been your happily ever after.

Warnings: Angst, implied cheating, just pain overall

A/N: I really don't feel like writing for real people anymore. It feels like I'm invading someone's privacy and borderline creepy. But here's Bucky, though. I love this idiot. I hope you enjoy reading!

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Three years.

Three long years of a blissful relationship with a beautiful broken man who managed to piece himself into a wonderful work of art despite his past.

Every day with him was like a dream. Something you never wanted to wake up to. Yet the words coming out of his lips, the same lips who gave you those sweet kisses and had said words of nothing but love was what woke you up from that dream. From the bliss. From the happiness. From what you thought was a love that would last.

"I'm sorry..." He had said, "I don't think I can do it anymore, it... it's just not the same for me. Or for you, I'm sure. Everything's just...different. I can't find it in myself to keep this up."

Between saving the world and breaking your heart, Bucky Barnes was really good in doing both. When had it came to this? You were okay from the last memory you've remembered him.

The Bucky standing before you now, in the middle of your shared apartment, had been different. How could he manage to turn into someone else you used to know with only a deliberate choice of words? He was not the man you had dinner with last night. Or the man who laughed at your jokes and made you laugh with his outdated one-liners. How could he?

"Why?" Your voice was barely audible, given the distance between you two, "I don't understand, Buck. We've been together for those years, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"This...what I'm saying isn't a spur of a moment decision." He breathed deep, eyes darting away from yours. "I've thought about this for a long time. I mean... you're a great woman. But it's just...I feel like...I don't want you anymore. Or whatever this thing we have."

You reeled back. You couldn't believe whatever he was saying. Everything was a haze to you. Like a blur imposing on your thoughts. Clouding. Passing through. Not only your brain was a mess, but do was your heart. It rang loudly, deafening almost. It hurt.

Whatever this thing. The whatever this thing he referred to was your three year relationship with him. He can't even bear to put it into the right words.

Your breath hitched. You couldn't find it in yourself to speak. Your lips trembled in shock. Of it all. His confession. His distance. His wary eyes. And the fact that he looks just wha he says. Tired and fed up.

"How did this happen, Buck?" You blinked, the tears finally seeping their way into the sides of your eyes, "there's gotta be something I've done that you never liked. What is it--"

"I met someone else."

You gasped.

"I met someone else and I found happiness and comfort in her that I never found in you." He winced, probably shocked with his own confession. "I just...I met her two weeks ago. And...I just can't keep going home to this and look at you...like I don't wish to be somewhere else."

This time the tears found their way down to your cheeks. They fell one by one. Until it flowed freely, racing all the way down to your chin and neck. You sniffed as a lump filled your throat.

It hit you like a kick to your gut. No, this was even painful. Looking at Bucky now, clearly, you knew nothing was the same anymore and he just wanted it to be done with. He was doing it for formality. You could tell by the way his jaw ticked and the twitch on the side of his lips that there was no holding back. He had thought of it.