40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

bucky barnes - drunken confessions

Summary: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

- drunkenness, kinda sad fluff
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The air is cooling and the city of Brooklyn has settled down for the night. The soft rumble of automobile engines can be heard down on the streets. People are coming home from late shifts at work.

The bright moon hangs in the starry sky, shining down on the city. Street lamps are glowing outside. The window in your apartment is cracked open, and currently, you are getting ready for bed.

That is, before you hear the singing. You furrow your eyebrows and listen to the slurred notes. But then you recognize the voice and roll your eyes.

"I need your love so badly, I love you oh so madly, but I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!"

You wander over to the open window and peek your head out. Bucky Barnes is standing outside, drunk as ever, and singing off-key at the top of his lungs.

You and Bucky have been best friends for as long as you can remember. As much as you want to be more than just friends to him, he's a skirt-chaser. He's never been with a girl long enough to call it a relationship, and that is the complete opposite of what you want.

"Barnes!" You hiss down at him. Bucky looks up and smiles.

"Well, hey, Doll! I was just comin' to see ya." Bucky slurs in a thick Brooklyn accent, his hands resting on the first bar of the fire escape ladder.

"James, you're drunk as hell. Go home." You sigh scoldingly, turning away. But you don't try to stop the boy when you hear him climbing up the ladder.

"I just wanted to see ya, s'all." Bucky replies, hoisting himself onto the window sill and letting his legs dangle into the apartment. "An' Steve don't like it much when I come home drunk."

"Well, I don't particularly like it when you're drunk either." You reply with a huff, watching as the moonlight casts onto his face. The boy just laughs, letting himself slide into your apartment.

"Bucky! I'm in my night dress! It's indecent." You turn away from him and cross your arms over your chest.

"Aw, it ain't like I haven't seen you in less before, (y/n)." Bucky says cheekily, grinning at you when you glare at him.

You sigh, giving in. You walk towards Bucky and usher him in before shutting the window. "What do you want, Buck?" You ask softly, leaning against the dresser.

"I got somethin' to tell you." Bucky replies, smiling at you.

"Can't it wait till you're sober?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

But Bucky had gotten closer to you before you realized it. His cheeky mood was gone, and his piercing blue eyes gaze into your own. You can feel his warm breath on your face, and smell the alcohol he drank before.

"I couldn't wait, Doll. I couldn't wait any longer, and you just - you just gotta know." Bucky lightly places a hand on your waist. "I-" He hiccups. "am in love with you, (y/n) (y/l/n)."

Your mouth falls open before you can stop it. But you close it sadly, remembering how drunk he is right now. "Bucky," You sigh, placing your hands on his chest. "You're drunk."

"Nuh-uh." Bucky says, hiccuping again. "Well, maybe just a little, but I mean it, (y/n), I really really do." And before you can stop him, Bucky tentatively kisses your lips.

And you let him. You let him run his hands gently up and down your sides, and grip your hips. You let him pull you closer to his warm body and squeeze your skin with angst. You let him kiss your lips passionately, and you let yourself kiss him back, because, honestly, this was all you ever really wanted. But his lips and tongue taste of alcohol, and you sadly push him away.

"What's wrong, Darling?" Bucky asks, looking at your upset expression with concern.

"You're drunk, Bucky." You reiterate, looking up at him with tired eyes. "You don't even know what you're saying."

"But I do!" Bucky protests, pecking your lips quickly. "I do know what I'm saying (y/n)! I love you, and I always have!"

"Then why haven't you told me when you're sober?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows sadly as you stare into his blue eyes.

"I will, I promise! I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life if you just give me the chance!" Bucky slurs, his hands gripping your waist.

"You say that to every girl." You state in a quiet voice, pointlessly playing with the collar of his shirt.

"But they don't compare to you, (y/n). You're all I ever wanted."

"How can I believe you?" You whisper, eyes closed.

"Let me prove it to you, Sweetheart." Bucky purrs, leaning closer to you. Your heart flutters excitedly in your chest at his voice and choice of words. He knows what that name does to you, even as drunk as he is.

You let Bucky kiss you again. You're so lost in the moment you don't realize that you have wrapped your arms around his neck. You tangle your fingers in his soft hair. You let Bucky run his tongue across your bottom lip, but pull away soon after.

You look at Bucky, studying his features. The way his lips were several shades darker and a little swollen, the way his dark hair was messy, the way his blue eyes stared straight into yours.

"Bucky, if what you're saying is true, come back when you're sober." You whisper, hesitating before kissing his lips slowly, one last time, before pushing him to the window.

"I will, Doll. That's a promise." Bucky replies, winking at you before disappearing down the fire escape.