mob!bucky shouts at his sensitive!wife (2)
warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader has some self doubt, reader being petty as she should, mention of them wanting a baby, no use of y/n, bucky regrets shouting at his sweet girl sm pls forgive him 💔
bucky rubs a hand down his face with a frustrated sigh. what the fuck did he do? why on earth did he shout at his sweet wife like that? he promised himself that one thing he’ll never do is project his anger onto you and that’s exactly what he did.
and it’s not like it was was something small, no! he kept on going. he kept on going even when your soft, kind eyes were glistening with tears. even when your hands started to shake with fear. even when your shoulders curled inwards like you were trying to hide yourself from the world. he was seeing all of those signs that your heart was breaking in little tiny pieces and he still thought it was a good idea to keep spewing out aggressive words towards you?
fuck how is he going to fix this? is he even going to be able to fix this?? it’s not like you’re one of those smart mouthed women that he used to date in the past. no, you’re nothing like that. you hate confrontation, you hate violence, you hate everything that he thrives on. it’s been years and he’s still confused on how someone like you ended up with someone like him but he wouldn’t dare change it for the world. you’re good for him. you changed him. you’re not only the sunshine in his life but you’re also the person that gives him the perfect balance of the brutal shit he sees and does everyday. you help him realise that life is worth living, and look what he did. he made you cry. he made you scared. he’d rather cut off his own dick then make you feel like that again.
bucky let’s out another sigh, before getting up and walking out of his office. fuck his paperwork. you were right, it can wait until tomorrow. hell, it can wait until whenever he decides to fucking do it. all that matters is comforting his wife.
carefully, he opens the bedroom that you both sleep in seeing it covered in complete darkness. he shuts the door quietly, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. once he’s able to see clearly he sees a small lump under the covers at the far edge of the bed. quickly walking over to your side of the bed, he squats next to your form, not giving a fuck about creasing his expensive slacks and peels back the covers, his eyes softening when he sees your tear stained cheek.
“oh, doll.” he whispers, gently using his thumb to wipe off a stray tear. he never thought his heart could shatter even more when he realises that his sweet girl just cried herself to sleep, and the fact that it’s his fault.
you stir, your nose scrunching slightly from bucky’s light touch before your eyes slowly open. your eyebrows furrow, confused on what woke you but once you see your husbands face. the same face that curled up in a scowl and yelled at you, you immediately turn your back on him, squeezing your eyes shut.
“baby no, cmon.” bucky mumbles, trying to pull the covers back again but this time you hold onto them tight. if you weren’t sad you might’ve let out a giggle when he lets go of the covers because you know that if he really wanted to he could’ve just lifted up the whole mattress with you on it.
you hear bucky huff behind you, before you hear him kick off his shoes and squeeze himself on the edge of the bed beside you.
“tch,” you let out a frustrated sigh, scooting yourself to the middle of the bed so you can get further away from him.
“stop running from me.” bucky grunts, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. you try and fight against his hold but no matter how hard you try his arms don’t budge.
since you have basically no where to go, you attempt to hide your face in the pillows below you. even that doesn’t fucking work because in the next second bucky hooks his hand under your chin, forcing your gaze onto his.
“talk to me, please. baby, im begging you.” your lips start to tremble at the sweet, softness of your husbands voice but you just can’t. it may seem like you’re overreacting over some measly shouting but the truth is it fucking hurt. it hurt that you’ve never ever had bucky shout at you before, not once. yes you’ve heard him yell at his men, or yell at his phone but that’s not the same as being on the receiving end of his yelling.
you hate how fucking sensitive you are. why couldn’t you just snap back at him? why do you have to be so damn weak. especially as the wife of a mob boss. in all fairness bucky doesn’t let you see any of the harsh and dangerous things he does on a daily basis but it doesn’t matter. if you can’t even handle your husband lashing out every once in a while, what makes you think you can handle being the wife of one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the country?
you don’t even realise that you started crying again until you feel bucky’s hand swipe away the tears even though they continue to fall.
“doll, please stop crying.” bucky whispers, trying his best to wipe away your tears.
you hiccup, your shoulders starting to shake. “i-i can’t” you sob.
“fuck, what did i do?” you hear bucky say, before he pulls your body into his chest. “im sorry. im so fucking sorry.” he keeps one hand rubbing your back and the other one on the back of your head, stroking your hair. just hearing him say those sweet words to you make you cry even harder. and you hate that with every apology that he coo’s into your ear makes you hold onto his shirt tighter.
once your sobs have subsided to mere sniffles, bucky looks down seeing that you’ve cried yourself to sleep yet again. even though it hurts seeing the residue tears stuck on your flushed cheeks, he can’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest when you still seek some form of comfort from him when he was the one that made you upset. that thought only makes him hold onto your small form tighter. because damn him for making you feel like this. if this was any other man for making a single hair move on your head he would’ve killed them immediately. and here he is being a fucking hypocrite and making you feel so sad. fuck, how is he going to fix this?
you open your eyes slowly, feeling like absolute shit. your head feels like it’s about to split in two and you’re sure that if you look in the mirror your eyes would be puffy and red. memories from last night come flooding in and you look to the side to see the bed cold and empty.
you sigh, not wanting to leave the bed at all today. so you don’t. you get up just to take a quick shower and splash warm water over your face and instead of your normal routine where you’ll go and help the chefs or you’d go sit in the spacious living room and read, you decide to just sulk in bed.
just as you get comfortable back in bed, you hear the bedroom door open. you look behind you to see your husband standing at the door wearing a fresh, tailored suit. he looks like perfection, ugh damn him for looking so good when you’re trying to be mad at him.
“how’re you feeling?” he whispers, not moving from the door.
you shrug, pulling the covers even more over your shoulders.
“the chef just told me that you didn’t come down for breakfast.” you hear his footsteps, before you feel the bed dip next to you. you stay bundled up under the covers even when you feel his hand settle on your waist. he sighs, “sweetheart, i know you’re upset and trust me i am so fucking sorry. but you have to eat.”
“m’ not hungry.” you mumble.
he says your name softly, “okay enough. ive given you room to sulk and ive apologised as much as i can. what more can i do so you can forgive me baby?” you raise your head slightly, seeing the pure heartbreak in his eyes.
“you were mean.” you whisper.
“i know.” he nods. “and im sorry, it’ll never happen again i swear.”
“and y’know i hate it when you overwork yourself.” he nods again cupping your cheek.
“i know doll, im sorry for taking my anger out on you. because i wasn’t mad at you, im never mad at you. it was just late and i was tired.”
“and you said you hated me.”
“i know— wait i never said that.” bucky looks down at you with a frown.
“you basically did.” you mumble. “you told me that im not welcome in your office without knocking so in girl terms that means you hate me.”
he lets out a small chuckle, pressing a kiss on your lips. “i could never hate you sweetheart. and about the knocking. i don’t want to see you ever knock when you need to come in my office. you’re my wife, not one of my men.”
you let a small smile take over your face, leaning into his touch.
“so, does this mean im forgiven?” bucky asks, quietly. who knew that the scary mob boss gives a fuck about being forgiven, that thought almost made you laugh, almost.
“hmmm,” you pretend to think about it before you shake your head.
“oh cmon. what more can i do, doll?” he sighs, pulling you closer so you’re tucked into his chest.
“how about a new bag?” you ask, shyly.
“we go book shopping tomorrow and you let me get all the books i want?”
“done.” you smile at that thought, before you say something that you’ve been wanting to ask for a while.
“and we can start trying for a baby?” bucky looks down at you with his eyebrow raised.
“is that what you want?” he asks.
you nod, looking at him with hope.
you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck and planting him with kisses.
“i love you.” you whisper, against his lips but right before he can kiss you back you say, “if you shout at me again i think i might have to kill you.” you giggle.
bucky chuckles before pulling you closer. “good. that’s why i love you.”
a/n - omg thank you guys sm for the love in part one i did not know i would get so much followers and notes from that one singular fic <3
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