Marvel Imagines

Late Night Confessions (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Prompt: Late night confessions.

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Sure, it was late.

Sure, you were tired.

But could you sleep?

Absolutely not.

Tossing and turning around your bed, you finally bolt upright in rage, raising your gaze towards the ceiling.

"I'm just so tired," You sigh aloud, stifling back a yawn. "Why can't I sleep?"

Muttering something unintelligible under your breath, you settle back down against the pillows and blankets, deciding to give sleeping one last shot.

You begin to steady your breathing, allowing your eyes to flutter close...

But as you lay there, desperately trying to fall into the hands of sleep, nothing comes.

"Okay. Alright. Fine," You huff, practically fuming with anger at yourself as you aggressively swing your legs over the side of your bed and jump to the floor, stalking towards the door.

Once in the hallway, you begin to wander aimlessly, your socked footsteps making a soft echo throughout the quiet areas you pass through.

Your meandering manages to wind you up in the kitchen, though as you shuffle into the tidy space, you pay no mind to the other person already there, sitting silently at the breakfast bar, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" His voice cuts through the silence, startling you slightly as you nearly drop the glass you'd managed to reach from one of the taller cabinets.

You just shrug with a yawn you don't bother to stifle, pouring yourself some water.

"Can't sleep. You?"

"I guess I could say the same," The man in the opposite side of the kitchen replies, offering you a small smile.

You pause your sipping of water momentarily, looking though the raised glass at his figure.

Bucky's always been one to catch your eye, regardless of how he may appear on the outside at any given time.

Something about him always drew you into him, whether that be his scarred past or heart of gold, it's hard to tell.

Though, as you mentally nod at his current messy haired and bleary eyed state, you can't help but figure it's a bit of both.

"You okay? You've been staring at me through the bottom of that glass for about a solid minute now," Bucky chuckles softly, the noise sending your heart into a sudden tizzy, causing you to practically choke on your water.

"Y-Yeah!" You stammer hastily, lowering the now empty glass and placing it on the counter you'd been leaning on. "Just lost in thought. That's all."

At this, the man in front of you just smirks almost knowingly, leaving his seat and nearing your form, struggling to stay fully alert.

"Thoughts about what?"

"You," You instantly blurt out, your brain too exhausted to realize what you'd said until you've already said it.

Almost instantly, Bucky's smirk widens, a glimmer in his comforting blue gaze suddenly appearing in a way you'd never seen before.

"Me?" He teases, continuing to come closer to you, your back now firmly pressed up against the counter behind you. "And why would that be, Doll?"

Your heart does backflips upon hearing that four letter nickname he's always casually called you since the moment you both met, your brain becoming too overwhelmed with emotion to even begin to formulate some sort of reply.

Chuckling, Bucky draws even closer to you, so close that your bodies are actually touching, his warm breath tickling your your cheeks.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teases, his smirk not vanishing as his arms wrap around your torso, pulling you snug against his chest in one swift motion.

"No," You finally manage to croak out, pushing yourself away from him a bit, fighting against his firm grip.

"Then why are you blushing?" The ex-assassin continues to taunt, seeming to be enjoying your now extremely flustered state.

"I'm not blushing!"

"Yes you are," He hums lowly, pulling you against him once more, his head lowering towards the crook of your neck, his voice becoming barely a whisper, breath sending goosebumps dancing over your skin. "I'm not letting you go until you finally confess what I know for a fact you've been hiding."

"I'm not hiding anything!" You protest, though when you try and begin to free yourself from his arms, your body doesn't move a muscle.

"Are you sure about that, Doll?" Bucky murmurs, beginning to rock the pair of you back and fourth to some imaginative tune in his head, waiting for your reply.

"Yes... No..." You trail off, too tired and flustered to handle everything going on at once.

"You sound confused about all this. Why don't I just ask you some questions?"

You resist the urge to laugh at his sudden shift in tone, almost sounding like a salesman or something.

"Oh, why not?" You reply instead, yawning. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can hopefully finally get some sleep."

The man holding you firmly against his chest chuckles, the sound rumbling against your own frame pressed against his.

"In that case, let's be point blank here: are you in love with me, Y/N?"

Your heart stops, your brain freezes.

How did he know?

"I..." You sigh, your words not coming to you. "I mean, I don't really know..."

You could swear his expression becomes somber at your words for a moment, though as soon as it shifts, it comes back to his usual cheeky grin.

"I mean, I know that I'm in love with you, if that counts for anything," Bucky confesses, earning a sharp intake of breath from you.

"Really?" You murmur in awe, your gaze wandering up to meet his, already looking down at you. "Bucky, I..."

"Hey, if you don't feel the same and I was wrong about this, it's completely fine. We can still be friends and-"

"I think I'm in love with you too." You cut him off, his eyes widening upon hearing your words.

"I knew it," Is all he mutters happily as his lips smash against yours in a rather bruising kiss, the abruptness taking you off guard.

Though, as his hands begin to roam across your arms and into your hair, you can't help but melt against him, whimpering softly.

"Bucky," You breathe against him before breaking apart, your foreheads resting together.

"Yeah?"

"I think you just solved my inability to sleep," You yawn, snuggling into his chest, his arms swiftly embracing you securely.

"You're just gonna fall asleep on me? Standing in the middle of the kitchen?"

"If you don't mind," You drawl with a droopy grin, feeling sleep finally begin to tug at your bones.

And as you drift off into sleep, literally standing wrapped in your now lover's arms, the foreign sensation of being swept off your feet and laid down somewhere else barely resonates with you.

"Night, Doll," Bucky murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead that once again barely comes to your senses.

That's the last you hear from him until the next morning.

When, to your surprise, you awake back in your own room, in your own bed, a small, hastily scribbled note on the bedside table.

Grinning madly to yourself, a surge of butterflies take over.

Whatever happened last night must've been good.

Maybe late night confessions aren't so bad after all.