'You're Perfect To Me' - Bucky/Reader OneShot

You're Perfect To Me

To anyone outside of your friendship group, you and Bucky would never work as a couple. You were sweet and shy and owned a popular bakery on the East side of town while Bucky was tattooed from head to toe and part of the Achlys MC who ran the West side of town. You were complete opposites but worked perfectly together, it was true what they say about opposites attracting. Bucky was everything you could possibly want in a man despite his rough exterior.

The day you met would forever be ingrained into your brain. You'd been in a bar and dancing with friends when some creep had started hitting on you. You'd made your disgust obvious but he still wouldn't leave you alone. He had grabbed your wrist when you tried to walk away but never got the chance to do anything else because he'd been knocked out with a solid punch to the head. Your eyes had widened at the tall, brunette, tattooed man now standing in front of you. Bucky had just given you a charming smile, "You alright sweetheart?" he'd asked. Immediately you were smitten with the handsome biker.

Now you'd been together for two years and it had been the happiest two years of your life.

Lately though things had changed and Bucky had been spending more time at the clubhouse. You didn't want to be the nagging girlfriend or to seem needy so you'd just kept silent over his constant absences. Tonight you'd reached your breaking point, he was supposed to meet you at a local restaurant for date night but had never turned up. You'd sat there alone for well over two hours waiting for him. You were so angry and upset even more so when he wouldn't answer your calls after you left the restaurant. You get in a cab and give the address for the clubhouse to the driver.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled up outside the clubhouse. You say a soft thank you to the cab driver and step outside into the cold air. You rub your arms to try and warm yourself before hurrying across the gravel towards the door. Sam was standing by the door and let his eyes trail over you, "You alright sweetcheeks? Are you looking for Buck? Unless you dressed like that to come and see me" he says with a playful wink. You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that comes to your face, "In your dreams Sam. Is he here?" you ask gently. He laughs and nods his head while stepping to the side to let you inside the building.

You step inside of the clubhouse and look around for Bucky. You couldn't find him anywhere but you did spot Steve so you went over to ask him where Bucky had gone. He smiles when he sees you and hugs you gently, "Hey Y/N. You look beautiful. Buck just went into the back to grab some more beers for the bar" he says softly. You smile and blush slightly, "Thanks Stevie" you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You go over to the door that leads into the back part of the clubhouse, you push it open and head towards the storage room at the end of the hallway.

Once you get there you open the door expecting to see Bucky grabbing some crates of beer, but instead you're met with some blonde bimbo pressing herself up against him. You felt your heart drop and you swallow thickly trying to keep the tears at bay, "Bu..Bucky?" you say quietly. His head immediately darts towards the door, "Baby?" he says in slight surprise. The blonde hanging off him giggles and looks over at you, "Who's that babe? She's not one of your hookups is she? Well, I mean even if she was, you've clearly upgraded. Just look how fat she looks in that dress" the woman cackles. You couldn't stop the tears from falling at that point and quickly rushed out of the building bypassing Steve and Sam who both tried to talk to you.

"Baby! Stop, please. It's not what it looked like. I swear!" Bucky shouts as he chases you out of the clubhouse and into the night. You shake your head and wipe your eyes, "I don't want to hear it Bucky. If I wasn't good enough for you anymore, you could have just told me. You didn't have to leave me alone in a restaurant for two hours so you could hook up with some bimbo" you snap. Bucky shakes his head and grabs your hands gently to stop you from walking away, "No..No..Baby, listen to me. I've never touched her. She's just some whore that Tony slept with one time. And now she won't stop pestering everyone in the club. Ask Sam or Steve. Hell, even ask Tony. I could never cheat on you. I'm in love with you. Sweetheart, you're perfect to me" he says firmly.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the firm declaration of love, "That doesn't explain why you've been so absent lately. Or why you stood me up tonight" you say quietly. Bucky sighs gently, "I know baby. And I'm so sorry about that. Things with the club have just been really tense. We..We nearly lost someone. You remember Clint that you met at that New Year party? Someone shot him and left him on the side of the road to die. Since then it's been all hands on deck" he says truthfully. Your heart sinks and you gasp softly, "Oh my god that's awful! Why didn't you tell me?" you exclaim. Bucky shrugs his shoulders, "I didn't want to worry you. I don't want the darker parts of my life to taint the goodness in you" he says softly.

A small smile comes to your face and you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, "You're a good man Bucky Barnes. But you don't need to protect me. I know what your life involves. I just want to be here for you. It's us against the world, remember?" you say softly. He chuckles gently, "Yeah, I remember baby. I'll start being more honest with you from now on. And I promise that I won't stand you up ever again" he says while raising your chin with his fingers to press a passionate kiss to your lips. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" he whispers against your lips. You smirk slightly, "Partly, I think you need to take me home and really show me how sorry you are" you say seductively.

Bucky grins and pulls away from you, "You don't need to tell me twice. One night of makeup sex incoming" he says before picking you up and placing you on the back of his bike. You giggle softly and he grabs your helmet, he puts it on your head and double checks that it's fastened securely before putting his own on and kicking the bike into gear. "Hold on tight baby, I'll get us home in record time and make sure to spend the rest of the night showing you how sorry I am" he says softly. You smile brightly, "Promise?" you ask. He revs the bike and nods his head, "I promise baby" he confirms before speeding out of the clubhouse parking lot.