𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜/ 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢‎✪

Jealous
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have been dating for a while but this girl (could be Sharon) keeps hitting on him and stuff and it's making y/n jealous and kind of self conscious and just thinking that he wants that girl and not her but Bucky doesn't realize it until one of their friends

Requested by @hi_lol1453 I changed it a bit but I hope you like it. 😊

The fight had been the worst we had ever had. Bucky and I had been dating for six months - long enough that we had exchanged the 'I love you's' but short enough that him hanging out with his beautiful ex-girlfriend Sharon made me insecure and jealous.

It had occurred a week ago and we had yet to speak to each other since, going out of our way to avoid one another, as far as I could tell at least. Normally our fights were resolved within one or two days of it occurring.

But even during this fight, I could tell it was different.

"What is your problem?" Bucky demanded, slamming the door to my apartment closed behind him as he stormed into my apartment, following me as I threw my bag onto the couch.

"Oh, so now you can see me?" I question, scowling at Bucky who rolls his eyes heavily at that.

"What the fuck is wrong?" He questions again and I scoff.

"I'm sure Sharon could tell you," I mutter, turning my back and storming towards the kitchen.

"Don't turn your fucking back on me," Bucky roars and I freeze, unused to his terrifying tone being directed towards me.

"But it's okay when you do it to me? It's okay when it's you ignoring my existence?" I question, walking back towards him, glaring at my boyfriend.

"I don't understand what you mean!" Bucky says, running his hand through his hair and tugging at the strands in distress.

"Sure you don't, Bucky" I mutter and turn away once more. Bucky's metal hand shoots out and clamps around my wrist and I cry out as he yanks me back towards him. "Bucky! What the fuck!" I shout, desperately trying to get out of his grip on my wrist.

"We're going to talk about this," he orders. "We're going to sort this out," then he realizes how much pressure he's putting on the soft skin of my wrist and loosens his hold a little so I can wriggle free.

We stand facing each other, breathing heavily as we leveled one another up, both of us unsure of what to say next.

"What if I don't want to talk about it?" I finally ask, wrapping my arms around myself.

"What do you mean, doll?" he questions, trying to take a step towards me but I shake my head and move back a step.

"I mean... I mean that Sharon's beautiful-"

"Is this seriously about Sharon again?" Bucky questions, looking fed up with having this conversation again.

"Yeah, Buck, it is," Bucky goes to argue with me but I hold my hand up, also exhausted from having the same fight over and over, "let me talk Buck!" I exclaim and the super soldier stares at me for a minute before snapping his mouth closed and nodding, taking a step back, away from me. "Sharon's... incredible, Buck and-and the two of you are... good together! Were good together..." I trail off, trying to collect my thoughts.

"Sharon is... beautiful-"

"Bucky wait!" I say and my boyfriend shuts up again, glaring at me, clearly unimpressed. "And I'm a step down from that, Buck. I'm not her. And from the amount of time, you're spending with her, you... you know that too! You think you can do better and I just... Just leave if you think you can do better," even I can hear how defeated my voice sounds as I say those words to him.

"That's really what you think?" I nod stiffly and Bucky lets out a dry laugh. "I'll see you around, Y/N," he hisses, turning and storming out of my apartment.

My apartment felt different with Bucky's absence. Quieter... sadder. Bucky would spend much of his time at mine, wanting to get away from the noise and bustle of the compound. Too much noise freaked him out, he had once confided in me that it was because of his Hydra days. He had cried the night he had told me. It was the first time I had seen him cry and that was the day I gave him a key to my apartment.

I would often come home from work to find my door already unlocked and Bucky in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner ready for my arrival.

I missed him, though I did have to consider that maybe it was for the best, his leaving. He did deserve better. He did deserve Sharon. I tried to push him to the back of my mind, piling work on top of me in a way to distract myself from the gaping hole that was left behind by his absence.

I didn't think he was coming back.

Which was why it was a surprise to come home a week and a half after our fight to find my front door unlocked and Bucky curled up on my sofa underneath a blanket my mother had made when I first said I was moving here.

"Bucky?" I question, flipping the light switch on. Groggily Bucky raised his head to look at me. His hair was a mess, tangled from lying down and there were dark circles underneath his eyes. And there were tear tracks on his face.

"You made the nightmares go away," he whispers hoarsely and my heart cracked a little.

"What?" I ask, stepping further into the room, and Bucky sniffs.

"You stopped them," he murmurs and I frown.

"Oh, have you not been sleeping?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"I thought I'd be gone by the time you got back, it helped to be in your apartment," he admits.

"Okay, you wait here, Buck. I'm going to go and make some tea, alright?" I say but he shakes his head.

"I want to come with you," he whines and a small smile makes its way onto my lips at his child-like tone.

"Come on then," and with that, the 101-year-old puppy/super-assassin I fell in love with stood up from the sofa with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders and followed me through to the kitchen and watched as I turned the kettle on, getting two mugs out from the draw.

"I don't love her," Bucky informs me, and my hands are still in the middle of putting sugar into his tea. "I never did and she never loved me, it's why we broke up. She loved Steve and I... I've been in love with you since I first saw you," Bucky's voice lowers as he admits his feelings. As he reaches the end of his words, his voice loses the final traces of sleep. I turn around and look at him, a small half-smile on my face.

"I'm sorry, Buck,"

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked out. I don't think I deserve better because you're the best there is. If anything, I think I deserve worse." Bucky admits a smile on his face too. I shake my head, my grin growing.

"Always such a charmer, Barnes," I say and Bucky shrugs.

"It's the forties charm, doll," he says, standing from the chair, blanket and all, and engulfing me in a hug.

"Now are you sure you're not just doing this so you can sleep?" I question, a teasing smile on my face as I mumble the words into his chest.

"I can't believe you'd even accuse me of such a thing, doll," Bucky grins, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss.