Bucky Barnes imagines

Roses

A/N: Hey! A new imagine! This one took a day or so to write, so I hope it's some what decent. Enjoy!

"Y/N, please just talk to me." Bucky's voice pleaded to me as I walked down the hallway, but it fell on deaf ears. I was angry. No, I was beyond angry. I was furious. He had forgotten our one year anniversary, which I figured after I waited for over an hour dressed up in one of his favorite dresses at a fancy restaurant I had made reservations at a month ago.

I had no idea if people in the 30's recognized anniversary's in the way we do today, but I had hoped he'd have at least remembered the date. But he did not even say a single word about it, even now as I was storming down the hall away from him.

I'd let him figure that one out on his own.

I had simply ignored every word he said to me, and stormed off the moment he tried to touch me. If I was quite frank... I wasn't in the mood for any PDA. I made my way to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate, before I went to bed. As the cup spun around in the microwave, two arms wound around my waist, and I turned to shove him off.

"I don't understand what I did wrong." His voice was full of hurt, and I swallowed away the lump growing in my throat.

"Check the calendar." I sighed, as my hot chocolate finished it's final rotation in the microwave. "Maybe that will give you a clue." I heard him pull his phone out of his pocket and mumble a curse.

"Fuck."

"Language."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." His voice was sincere, and his blue eyes were sparkling with sadness. "I didn't mean-"

"Where were you?" I interrupted, and looked at him as I took a sip of my hot chocolate.

"When?" Bucky looked confused.

"At six o'clock, when we were supposed to have dinner to celebrate our fucking anniversary." The venom in my voice caused Bucky to wince. He looked away before responding.

"I was with Steve and Sam having drinks." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "It... It was Sam's birthday."

I wasn't even that angry even more. I was hurt. I was hurt that my boyfriend would remember the birthday of his friend, who wasn't really his friend, but forget our anniversary. And I could tell that Bucky could sense my pain.

"Fine." I shrugged as I tried to hold back my tears, and put my half-full cup of hot chocolate back on the counter. "You know what? That's fine. Have fun celebrating Sam's birthday. I'm going to sleep."

"Y/N, please..." Bucky's voice was almost a whisper as he tried to catch my wrist, but I shrugged out of his grasp.

"I'll see you in the morning, James."I pulled out a medium sized package from my sweatshirt pocket, and put it in on the counter. On it, was a small note:

Happy anniversary, James.

Thank you for being the light of my life for one whole year.

Love,
Y/N

Without another word, I left the kitchen, walked back to my room, and slammed the door shut. And after that... I climbed in my bed and cried myself to sleep.

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Bucky's POV

I watched brokenly as my girlfriend quickly exited the room, her eyes watery with tears that I had caused. I had fucked up. Really fucked up.