Another night spent missing yaaa. If I’m not wearing your sweatshirt, I’m sleeping with it cause it still smells like you kind of and it makes it easier for me to sleep. I dunno why but I always miss you the most at night. :( 28 days until you’re laying next to me againnn
(A/N: I’m lowkey in love with Christina Perri and this song. So what to do besides write a fic based on the song. Angsty, which is my forte, but it’s an angsty Bucky fic the likes of which you haven’t read since Supernatural stuff. So I’m sorrynotsorry. Also, for any military wives/girlfriends/significant others, you may relate.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Death, swearing.
Word Count: 3k )
You knew the risks long before you started a relationship with Bucky Barnes. You knew what it would mean when he went out of missions and you knew what it would be like to wait anxiously by the phone. You’d dated military men before, though this was different. One of the only things that helped you through it, you knew, was the fact that Bucky Barnes wasn’t like the rest of the men you’d dated. No, he was different. He wasn’t the same fragile human the rest of them were. He was stronger.
And while you did feel more confident when he was gone, that stinging, worrying sensation was still there. It was the same thing that made you look out the window on rainy days and realize he was out there somewhere without you. He was alone, and he was worrying just as much as you were.