Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Drunk Confessions

Bucky stumbled into the apartment he shared with you and threw his keys somewhere across the room. He clumsily pulled his jacket off and dropped it on the floor as he made his way down the hall. He was somehow able to kick off his boots without face planting onto the floor. His plan was to come home and crash in his bed, then wake up with a horrible hangover all while regretting his choice to get absolutely plastered.

Apparently his plans changed once he got home, though. He looked over towards your closed door and walked into your room. You laid on the bed in cotton shorts and a tank top with your bedspread thrown half off your body. Bucky swayed for a moment as he watched you sleep. If he wasn't so drunk, his brain would be chastising him for being a creepy lurker. But thanks to the bottle of whiskey he had drowned his sorrows in, he found himself laying down next to you instead.

You rolled on your side to face him and he reached out to gently move the hair that had fallen into your face. He listened to your even breaths and watched as your eyelids fluttered. He wondered what you were dreaming about. Were you dreaming of him, because he sure as hell dreamt about you. Every. Damn. Night.

You shifted again, this time onto your stomach. Your hand slid across the sheet until it was resting on his bicep. Bucky smiled at the contact and continued to stare at you. He wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, but when you began to stir, he didn't even care about trying to move from the warmth of the bed.

You woke up to find someone laying in your bed causing you to scream and lurch backwards. It took you a moment to realize it was Bucky laying beside you. Piercing blue eyes gazed back at you and with each exhale from him, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Bucky! What are you doing in my room?"

"You're so pretty and I like looking at you. I wanted to watch you sleep." He slurred.

"Okay, that's a little creepy, Buck."

"No 's not."

"Yeah, it is. Come on, I'll help you get back to your room."

"Nope, 'm gonna stay here with you." A big, lopsided grin broke over his face and you felt your heart melt.

Bucky flipped onto his back and spread his arms above him, tucking his hands under his head. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. You couldn't have Bucky Barnes in your bed. You had been friends ever since you punched a boy in the face on your first day of kindergarten for making fun of Bucky. Over the years, that friendly feeling morphed into something stronger. As much as you wouldn't mind sharing your bed with him, you were pretty sure he would regret it in the morning.

You rolled out of bed and walked to the other side. You reached down and grabbed Bucky's hands from behind his head and tried pulling him up.

"Come on, get up."

"No, I wanna stay here. Don't wanna move and you can't make me."

"You sure about that?" You asked.

He crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.

"Okay, have it your way."

You reached down and tickled his sides, causing him to sit up abruptly in the bed, but you continued tickling him until he rose unsteadily from the bed.

"That 's mean, Y/n."

"Got you up though." You smirked. You took his arm and placed it around your shoulders then grabbed his waist to help steady him.

"God, you're heavy!" You exclaimed while supporting his weight and trying to help him into his room. "Why did you go out and get drunk?"

"Cause I broke up with Bethany."