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emotchalla · 7 years

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Nothing Like the Sun - One

A/N: Okay so I’ve been ranting about how I want to write Werewolf!Bucky for weeks so here he is! No worries I’ll still be posting Suga Mama as well as taking requests, but in order to keep myself from getting burned out on one thing I’m giving myself options. ALSO I felt like it was about time I brought in another OC of color because representation matters!!! Hope y’all like this one. It’s a little different than what I usually post on here, but there’s something about writing with OCs that do something different with my writing. Thanks for reading <3

Summary: Belle Evans has loved James “Bucky” Barnes for what seems like forever. Despite the inconsistency, the missed calls, and the secrets, she’s remained steadfast in her loyalty to him. Bucky’s hiding a secret that’ll turn everything on its head.

Warnings: Werewolf!Bucky AU x Human(?) OC, Swearing, Slight Manipulation, Mentions of sex, Bucky’s gonna be an asshole for a while I’m sorry

Word Count: 1.8k+

He always did this to me. He thought it was fun, a kind of game. And like an idiot, I continued to let him do it because I was in love with him. I thought he loved me too, but deep in my heart I knew he was lying. I knew that he only wanted sex, but I thought he’d be better about hiding it. He’d come, fuck me like some one night stand, and then leave saying that he loved me. Right. My phone glows, illuminating the room with the light of a new text message. I open it, and my heart sinks. I can feel the tears fall as I reread the text.

Had a great time, baby. Taking some time off. Love you. - Buck

Of course. I roll my eyes and throw my phone down on the bed. I roll over, pulling the comforter over my head.

I stare at myself in the mirror that hangs on my closet door and groan. Why does he even want me? People tell me that I’m pretty, but no way am I gorgeous enough for Bucky. I’m plain in every sense of the word, and being with someone as flawless as him never lets me forget it. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and pull my dress up my body. My mom’s in town for her gallery show and she wants me to come to one of her viewings tonight. Bucky was supposed to be my date, but I guess that’s a lost cause. I frown as my arm bends at and awkward angle in an attempt to pull the zipper of the dress up my back. When I reach the halfway point between the bottom of the dress and my shoulder blades, I jump up to help my hand further the distance. When I hear the satisfying sound of the zipper reaching its destination, I let out a content sigh. I stare at my reflection in the mirror again. The peach dress my best friend forced me to buy falls awkwardly on my body, ballooning out at my hips and giving the illusion that I am chubbier than I actually am. I don’t know why I’ve come to despise by body the way that I have, but it probably has to do with Bucky’s active practice of neglect.

He makes me feel worthless despite his proclamations of my value to him. I sigh and walk away from the mirror; that’s enough self-loathing for today. I slide my feet into the tan wedges I’ve left at the entrance to my closet, glancing at the pile of clothes scattered across the closet floor. They’re probably a metaphor for my life, but I’m too lazy to figure out what it means. My phone trills as I plop down on my bed, startling me. I wasn’t texting anyone. I pick up my phone from its place on my bedspread and my eyes widen. Bucky’s name flashes across the screen.

Promised I’d go to your mom’s art thing.

I’m outside, Bells.

Oh my God. He actually came. I had given up hope and was convinced that I’d be spending the night avoiding my mom’s creepy patrons. She’s a freelance artist, and she holds her own gallery shows at least once a month unless she comes across a dry spell in artistic inspiration. At her last gallery event, one man tried to lure me into the bathroom while no one— specifically his wife— was looking. At an event before that, a man spilled his drink on me while we were sitting down at dinner, and when he tried to pat me dry, he slipped his hand under my skirt. Of course, when I told Bucky about this he was pissed, and in order to placate me, he spent the night lavishing me the way my princess deserves to be taken care of. I take a breath to steel myself, trying to rid my skin of the flush that has assaulted it as a result of my thoughts of Bucky. I not so calmly sprint out of my room and down the hall, eager to see him. I reach the door just as he knocks.

“I’ve got it, Mom!” I call, my voice wavering as my nervousness increases.

I don’t want her saying anything to Bucky that’ll ruin this sudden wave of good luck. I smooth my dress down and take another deep breath. I don’t know why the mere anticipation of being in contact with Bucky sends me reeling, but I cannot say that I don’t love it. I grab the door handle, and open it to reveal my coveted Adonis in all of his glory. He looks incredible. He’s dressed in skinny black slacks paired with a white button down and an open black suit jacket. His feet are adorned with dress shoes instead of his usual beat-up black combat boots, and the single gold hoop earring in his left ear glints in the light of the setting sun outside. I feel another blush flood my cheeks as his gaze covers the scope of my body, a small smile of approval on his lips.

“Bells, you look amazing,” he gushes, his voice soft and husky.

“Thanks Buck. You do too.”

He chuckles, walking inside. His hand falls comfortably in the curves of my waist as he closes the door behind him. He pulls me close to his side, and nibbles on my ear. I feel my knees grow weak as I almost bow to his mercy, right there in the foyer of my house. Before he can speak and send me reeling, my mom walks in from the guest room. She’s gone all out with her ensemble tonight, seeing as her best pieces will be on display. She’s donned her favorite red dress, complete with matching heels and daring, sultry lipstick to complete the look. She looks like she could be my age. In fact, she’s better looking at my age than I am.

“Ms. Evans, you look beautiful,” Bucky says, drawing away from me to greet her.

I fight back a frown at the loss of contact. I know it’s foolish to be jealous of my own mother, but I rarely get to spend time with Bucky. My mother beams at him, and envelopes him into a hug. She’s very fond of him, because she says he reminds her of my Dad. Dad was really sick when I was a child, and ended up dying due to surgery complications. At least, that’s what I was told by my mom. There’s always been a part of me that believed otherwise. From what I can remember of him, he was a fighter. He wouldn’t just give up and die like that. He wouldn’t have left me before I got the chance to get to know him.

“Belly didn’t tell me that you were coming, James!” she gushes, grabbing ahold of his cheeks and squeezing them.

He laughs, but I stand there mortified. How can she be so casual with him? It is when my mother speaks to him that I get to see Bucky actually smile. And while I’m grateful for that, I wish I could be the one that draws him out of his guarded, brooding demeanor.

“Mom,” I groan, complaining about her use of the nickname I created for myself at age four.

She waves her hand at me and rolls her eyes. Bucky chuckles as he sidles up next to me, his hand reconnecting with my waist.

“Let’s go sell some art!” my mother cries enthusiastically.

I groan and follow her out of the apartment, Bucky attached to my side. At least I have him to suffer through the night with.

Oddly enough, I really didn’t mind being at the gallery show tonight. It’s probably because Bucky remained ever present at my side, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck, and telling me how much he wanted me. And as much as I wanted to resist him, I couldn’t. He set my body on fire with his promises of what was to come when we got home. It’s no surprise that we ended up in my bedroom, half-naked and kissing like our lives depended on it. Apparently Bucky loved the dress a lot more than I did, because he took his sweet time taking it off. I’m snapped back to attention by Bucky’s teeth pulling at the skin on my neck.

“I want you now, baby,” he rasps, his voice full of carnal desire.

You can have me if you stay, I think. I cannot bring myself to endure another night of him staying long enough to fulfill his need for pleasure and then leaving me for God knows how long. I pull myself away from him. I cannot think or speak rationally when he touches me.

“On one condition,” I say, fighting to keep my voice strong.

I look into his blue eyes and get lost in them. He possesses this inhuman beauty that often leaves me unable to speak in his presence. His skin is always warm to the touch, despite his steely eyes. It pains me how a color as deep and vibrant as blue seems almost frozen when reflected from Bucky’s irises. His hair is dark, restrained in a tight bun with some tendrils framing his face. His body is amazing, especially his strong abs. He laughs when I get mesmerized by them, always saying it’s just a body, Bells. I beg to differ. He’s always working out, always becoming stronger, perfecting the surface.

“Baby?” he calls, snapping me out of my reverie.

“What?”

“What’s your one condition?”

I take a deep breath to steel myself. There’s no backing down now Belle.

“If I let you have what you want, you have to stay here with me tonight.”

He sighs, running his hand across his face. He gives me an apologetic smile and shrugs.

“You know I can’t, Bells.”

My heart sinks into my stomach and I want to cry, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Fine. Night, Buck.”

I start to turn away from him, but he’s faster. He pushes me down on the mattress as a low growl emits from his throat. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I stare into his glowing eyes.

“Mine,” he growls through clenched teeth.

“So you’ll stay?” I ask, my voice as breathless as a whisper.

“Yes, Belle. I’ll fucking stay.”

He presses his mouth to mine, prohibiting me from asking anymore questions. In my head, I’m dancing at winning this small victory over him. I get to fall asleep in his arms, the way I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of doing. I lose myself in his kisses, finally happy for once. Happy that he’s going to stay.

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