The story
Summary: She's not going to let him down.
Pairing: TFATW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, self-loathing, Bucky feels not worth being loved, written in Bucky’s PoV, fluff
A/N: Inspired by the song “The Story” by Brandi Carlile. Lyrics are taken from the song.
Sequel to: Ruined
No one wants to hear my story. I get it. I’m a relic from the past most people want to forget about.
Why think about dark times and the monsters I worked for? Or what I had to endure.
Even my best friend, the man I considered my brother, left me to go back to better times.
Steve wanted to live the dream he believed he wanted. He didn’t care that I had to hold his hand when he died.
I’m stuck in this world, with my past hanging over me like a dark cloud. There is nothing I can do about it.
The only light in my life is her. She makes the world brighter, and my life bearable.
Sometimes I believe I’m not attractive enough for her. I have lines across my face, and scars litter my body and mind.
She’s perfect, looking like an angel. Every man turns their head when she enters a room. I always wonder why she chose me.
My girl left this perfect guy. He had it all. The looks, a shit-ton of money, and a good reputation. I can’t even hate him. It’s not his fault that my life got fucked up so bad that I can’t even sleep.
No wonder he fought tooth and nail and even played dirty to get her back. He spread rumors and lies about me, and Sam. Telling everyone we turned dark and tried to extort him.
Y/N refused to go back to him. She even sent the huge diamond ring I’ll never be able to afford back to him. My girl told him to fuck off and grow up.
Still, I hate the man I see in the mirror. He’s not the cocky man going to war, or dancing with the ladies.
I feel like my body and soul are scared so badly that I’m not going to heal. And I don’t mean my missing arm, and the pain I feel most days.
“Baby,” her soft voice brings me out of my thoughts. She breaks the endless circle of self-loathing once again. “Stop it right now.”
Y/N wraps her arms around my waistline from behind. She dips her head to look at me in the mirror. “I love you the way you are,” Y/N says and kisses the scar tissue around my metal arm. “There is not a single thing I’d change about you, baby.”
“Y/N,” I stare at the man in the mirror as she steps next to me to take my hand. “I—”
“Look again, B,“ she says. “For me. I want you to see the man I see.”
I exhale sharply and drop my gaze. It’s so hard to look at myself and like what I see.
“What do you see in me? I’m…no good.”
“Bucky, look again,” she squeezes my hand, holding it tightly. “Please…”
I lift my gaze, and oddly I see a different man.
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
The longer I stare at myself, the more I see.
I see the young man, full of dreams, who tries to lift his small and weak friend up.
I see the soldier, becoming a man during endless nights spent in fear of getting killed.
I see the prisoner, praying that the monsters capturing him end his life.
I see the man, freed of his shackles as his best friend became a hero.
I see the man fighting alongside Captain America. Brave and fierce.
I see the wounded man, torn apart and put back together by the enemy.
I see the Winter Soldier.
I see the man buying plums first thing after he escaped his handlers.
I see the man fighting alongside his best friend.
I see the man losing it all again.
I see the man finding love when he is about to give up.
“I’m nothing without you, doll. You helped me become this man too,” I dip my head to glance at my girl. “I want you to look at yourself too and see the woman I see.”
She smiles, and we look at the mirror again. Together.
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you
“You came a long way, Bucky,” she says. “I know that there are still things you don’t want to talk about. But if you are ready, I’ll be here to hold your hand. Always.”
“Always.”
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Day six of the @klaineccfanficlibrary event ❤️
This sixth poem is called Since that day in November, but it doesn't fit into the show.
This is what Kurt would have written if he had been given a real marriage, time to think, time to grow and learn.
This (and I could have written a thousand more words) is what Kurt carries in his pocket on his wedding day to Blaine. The paper is folded, it's a page he tore directly from his bullet journal; there are no pressed flowers or colored ribbons, tape or other unnecessary things.
Just his vows to the man and love of his life.
Since that day in November
it seems a lifetime ago.
And it's curious how for you
it was love at second sight,
while I already imagined us
like this.
You see
the smile that's on my mouth
it's hiding the words that don't come out.
The words I've never been able to express
to you; yet
you have always understood me and my mess.
You have welcomed me and
listened and
mended my wounds and
watered my dry branches.
You are a resource,
my heaven.
The best part of a dream;
that wind that always blows but
manages to keep me from falling.
And today I promise you
that I will always walk with you on the paths
that lead to essence and
I will save you from the melancholy and the
injustice and
your fears.
And today I promise you
that I will always take your hand and
I will lift you up
as you have done every time
for me
Since that day in November.
kha
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All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you
Oh yeah, well it's true
That I was made for you
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