"Would you like to explain to me why you're here?"
"I think you already know why I'm here."
Your therapist eyed you annoyingly at the bitter response. After your little episode during sex, Bucky had finally put his foot down. He realized you clearly weren't getting anywhere on your own and he wasn't the most equipped to give you the care you needed, so he set up a therapy appointment for you.
The therapist was under the same practice as Bucky's own but he made it very clear you two couldn't see the same doctor. You'd never admit it, but you were thankful for that. You couldn't imagine sitting across from the woman who Bucky also dumped his trauma onto.
So, that was how, after some intense back and forth with Bucky, you ended up in front of a therapist you couldn't remember the name of. It was pathetic, really, but in your defiance, you hadn't learned her name. As if that somehow kept you disconnected from the whole process. At best, you knew her name started with a G and that's all you were going to go off of.
"Sure," Dr. G shrugged and glanced at your file. "I know what happened to you but why are you here? What made you want to see someone?"
You sighed. "It was just time."
"Why?"
You slammed your hand on the side of the couch in frustration. It had been this weird back and forth for the last ten minutes. Honestly, you were hoping you could just drain the time but this doctor wasn't giving either of you the luxury.
"What would you like me to say, huh?" You spat out, a new kind of anger springing within you. The dam wall had broken. "Do you want to hear about how for almost my entire life I haven't been able to escape the nightmares of my soulmate? Or about how I get one little moment of peace with him and then it all goes to absolute shit? Because that's just how the cookie fucking crumbles, isn't it?" You bit your lip, holding back from the sob rising in your burning throat. But you certainly weren't done. You forced on, "Maybe you'd like to listen to me ramble on about how my own goddamn apartment feels like a prison. Or how I can't even have sex with my soulmate because everything, every little fucking thing, reminds me of that night. And it's not just enough to remember it, I guess. Huge shoutout to whatever kind of soulmate bond this is." You paused. "I was barely gone for two days and somehow it hurt me, it damaged me. But, really, it shouldn't have, right? It was nothing compared to-," Him. His experiences. Your words got stuck as you gasped, letting the sadness roll over you. The tears were flowing freely now.
You just didn't understand. You didn't understand your reaction to any of this. You were barely touched, never even experimented on yet you couldn't seem to actually escape it. You were flinching at touches. Backing out of sex. Not to mention the images of Bucky. Real images, no longer just dreams, but almost like your memories came into play. You were forced to be stuck in a tragic playback of that time. Over and over, every night, and you were to move on? Yet how does all of this come about from being gone for a few hours? You felt there was maybe more to this all and anxiety gnawed at you about it.
Your therapist sighed and placed your file on her side table. She leaned forward, hands clasped together. "Trauma is trauma, no matter how small or insignificant your brain thinks it is." She passed you a tissue which you accepted.
You dabbed your eyes. "It's just not fair," you mumbled. "I finally found him and now I fear I'm ruining it."
"You aren't ruining it," the therapist insisted. "You went through something catastrophic and your mind is reacting. It's beyond justified. Don't you think he, out of everyone else in this world, understands that?"
You gave a pathetic shrug knowing she's completely correct. But that wasn't how this was supposed to work. You should've been his rock, right?
"Well," Dr. G sighed as she leaned back in her seat, "I think he understands and you have no reason to beat yourself up over it. You aren't responsible for any of it. You're just responsible for recovering and, sorry to say, that isn't exactly done overnight."
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while you sleep | bucky barnes x reader
Fanfiction{Soulmate!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader} Throughout life, you're given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate re...