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fluffymcu · 5 years ago

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Confessions (Bucky x reader)

Okay so..... to my surprise, I was able to finish this fic tonight. @dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss suggested I make this a funny fic with Bucky. I tried my best lol. I do my funniest in person, not in writing but hopefully you enjoy. Also the reader will be drunk. Again, I’m not at all good at writing drunk behavior. I’m 17 so I’ve never drank or been around anyone who is drunk. So I’m basing it off of what I would imagine being drunk would be, and of what I’ve seen in movies. :)) thank you.

You and Bucky were best friends. You were the one who helped him mentally recover when he escaped from hydra. He had met you in a gym. He was working out and...you were cheering your friends on from a bench. Eating. Donuts. Bucky found the scene to be quite funny so he confronted you, introducing himself and asking for a donut. You both got to talking and you had a lot in common. You know, except for being captured and tortured for years and the passion for fitness. That was 4 years ago. Your relationship has grown so much since. And you both had a slight crush on each other. And by slight, you mean giganticus.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he dug into his pocket trying to take out his cellphone. When he took it out, his heart fluttered for a half second as he noticed there was a notification with your name on it. He opened it.

Ican’t stopp thinking abt uuuuu!❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️💕❤️❤️❤️

He furrowed his eyebrows again at the text. Was it meant for him? Did you accidentally send it to him?

Y/n?

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😘🤣🥰😘🤣😝😛😛💕alllllll these guys here and I still only have eyesss 4u!

He wondered what could be the reason for these strange texts...and emojis. You never used emojis. Except for when you were....

Are you drunk?

Nop. You? Noppp I’m not even drinking. But I AM THINKING about uuuu! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️

Bucky sighed and got up from his couch and put his jacket on, ready to pick you up. He made sure to wear some comfy clothes since he had a feeling he was staying the night at your house.

Where are you?

Mmmmmm at the bar on 41st street. But I’m nottt drinking tho. Toatally sober :)))))

*tatally**

***totally** lollll

Stay where you are. I’ll be there in ten.

Yayyyyy🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Bucky got in his car and pulled out from his driveway as fast as he could and made his way to 41st street.

Meanwhile, you were at the bar, dancing away and falling repeatedly on the floor. Random guys would help you up every time you fell. You would thank them, they’d ask you out, and you’d say you were taken. But only for today. Thank god they were drunk as well, so they believed your lie and left alone. About 10 minutes later, you fall once again, only to be picked up.

You’re about to thank the random man only to realize that this time, it’s Bucky. Your eyes light up and you squeal, wrapping your arms around him.

“Bucky!! You’re here!” Bucky wraps his arms around you to hug you back.

“Yeah, I am, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” He said, lifting you up bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gazed your glossy eyes into his.

“I’d go anywhere with you, Bucky Barnes.” You gushed. This making Bucky blush slightly. But you were too drunk to notice or call him out on it.

The ride home was relatively quiet. You were stretched out in the back seat, humming to no music and tracing shapes on the hood of the car. “So...sober, huh?” He chuckled. You giggled loudly and nodded.

“Yyyyup! 100 percent sober!” You slurred.

“Liar.” He scoffed. He finally pulled up to your apartment and helped you out of the car. Once you both got inside, you wobbled over to the fridge, immediately opening it and searching for food.

“Step away from the refrigerator.” Bucky slowly said. You turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“But... I’m hungry.” You whispered.

“I think you’ve had enough stuff in your body. You drank excessively and knowing you, you probably ordered everything on the menu; I still don’t understand how you don’t gain any weight. I don’t think you’re hungry, I think you’re bored.” Bucky said, leading you away from the refrigerator.

“Then entertain me!” You groaned. Bucky scoffed and lead you to your bedroom.

“It’s too late for entertainment, young lady, you need to go to bed. Come on. Get undressed while I get your pyjamas.” He walked torwards you drawers and picked out some shorts and a matching tank while you took off your heels. When you were just in your undergarments, Bucky, still facing away from you, passed you your pjs and you put them on, occasionally tripping over.

“Mkay, I’m done.” You sighed. Bucky turned around and layed you on your bed and tucked you in. You stared into his eyes shamelessly before sighing. “You’re so handsome.” Bucky looked down, blushing.

“That’s just the alcohol talking.” He murmured out loud; even though it was mostly directed towards himself. You shook your head and hummed.

“No. I mean it. I’ve liked you since I layed my eyes on you at the gym. I’ve loved you.” You smiled slightly. Bucky’s eyes met yours at your words. He stared at you for a second before snapping out of it.

“Right. Well, I’ll be in the living room if you need me. I’ll sleep on the couch. Goodnight y/n.” He smiled, leaving you to drift off into sleep.

He plopped down on the couch and thought about the words you had just told him. He didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to believe that it really was just the alcohol talking yet he never wanted anything more than for those words to be true. He needed to stop being afraid of being hurt, and let himself be happy. He smiled to himself, optimistic about tomorrow to see if you meant what you said.

The next morning, Bucky was up making breakfast for the two of you, waiting for you to wake up. He had a smile on his face, and a bounce in his step. It was now about 11:30 when he heard your dragged footsteps come out of your room.

He heard a long groan from your direction, making him smile widely. “Good morning, sleepy head!” He greeted, making sure to sound extra cheery to annoy you.

“Ughh, more like hungover head. What’s for breakfast?” You sighed. You looked over at the stove and saw eggs and bacon. You smiled then instantly frowned. “Did I have bacon?”

“No, I ran to the store real quick this morning and got some. I had already started the eggs when I noticed you didn’t have any.” You nodded your head and hummed.

You took a seat on the island and watched him cook. “So... do you remember anything from yesterday?” He asked, turning around to look at you for a brief second before attending the food again.

You thought back to the night before but couldn’t remember much. “Mm, not really. Just taking the taxi to the bar and then being in the backseat when you drove me home. Oh and I texted someone a bunch of emojis.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, you sent them to me.” Your eyes widened.

“Really?” Bucky nodded.

“And...” Bucky paused, making sure to get his words right. “You also described with detail your profound liking to me. Or well, quoting you: “love.” Your eyes widened even more as your face went completely red.

“What? No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you kinda did.” He pointed his finger at you with an apologetic smirk on his face.

“No. I couldn’t have. I know how to keep myself under control when I’m drunk.”

“Ehh, I beg to differ.”

“Shut up. No, you’re making this up.” You said, getting up and walking to the couch. You were so embarrassed. Suddenly everything that happened last night started flooding into your mind. The texts. The emojis. The flirting. The confessions. The confessions! You confessed your love for him! You swallowed thickly. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even realize that Bucky had sat down next to you.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-”

“I still think you’re making this up. I don’t even remember saying that.” Bucky chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Come on, doll. I can show you the texts you sent me as proof. I know you remember. Just admit it. Come on.” He said, getting tired of going around in circles and poking your side, making you flinch.

“Don’t.”

“Admit it then.” He said with another poke. Your lips curling up a bit.

“But I didn’t say-”

“Yes you did.” He nodded. You smiled and tried to hide it by looking away. He then moved to your ribs, one of your worst spots, starting with a squeeze. You squeaked, and shuffled away from him.

“Bucky, I- I can’t. I don’t remember saying that.”

“Oh come on! Just admit it! Admit it so I can tell you I love you too!” Your eyes almost popped out of your eye sockets as you turned around to look at him.

“Wait, what?!” You weren’t allowed to think any further as you were now victim of a full blown tickle attack to you ribs.

“What??” Bucky asked, acting oblivious to what he’s doing.

“Whahahahahat?” You giggled hysterically, trying to wiggle out of his trap without success.

“What, what? I’m not saying anything else until you admit it. It’s easy.” He said nonchalantly, blowing a raspberry on your neck. You squealed and cackled when his hands traveled down to your hips, him pushing you down and straddling your legs. “It’s gonna get worse by the second y/n, admit it while you still can.”

You shook your head, jolting as his thumbs dug into the space right about your hips. “STOHOHOHOP! YOU CAHAHANT JUHUST DOHOHO THIS TO MEHEHE WHENEVEHEHER YOU WAHANT SOMETHING!” You slapped at his hands repeatedly.

“Yeah, but this is important. We’re confessing. Well, we would be if you weren’t being so stubborn!” He smirked before blowing a raspberry on your belly, making you cackle and kick out your legs. You groaned audibly.

“Arrrh, IM HUNGOVER!” You screamed all in one breath, making Bucky burst out laughing. “LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHONE!”

“You know I don’t give up easily, y/n/n. Just admit it already. I’ve already told you I feel the same way.” He said, slowing down, now only scratching lightly at your sides to keep you giggling.

“Okahahahahay! Okahahay, I admit it!” You sighed, pushing his arms away. Bucky chuckled but stayed on your lap.

“And that is...” you rolled your eyes.

“I love you, Bucky. I’ve loved you since I saw your sweaty self approach me at the gym and ask me for a donut all those years ago.” You smiled at the memory that felt like yesterday.

“You know, you made it sound much more romantic when you were drunk.” He squinted his eyes at you, laughing with you before leaning down and finally doing what he had been wanting to do to you for 4 years.

By that I meant kiss you. Come on, let’s keep it PG-13 guys. Thanks.

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piperjistic · 3 years ago

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Fanfic of the events following House, a horror game involving g a little girl (Tabby) escaping her home. (After House [the game])

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It's been years since I lived in that damned place. Now I live in a apartment with my new cat, Itty. Our old one died a few years ago, she passed peacefully in her sleep; a good way to go out.

It's been such a long sense I felt any type of really life-threatening fear or sadness, which is good. Even the reminder of it doesn't heighten enough fear in my body to cause me to paralyze.

I still have occasional dreams of that place rather than nightmares, because I know it's not real and defeated the evil that lived there. Plus it's nice to have my left arm back time from time.

I step inside and remove my coat & scarf, leaving me in my teal sweater and sweat pants.

Itty wanders through my legs, rubbing me with her furry little tail. I crack a small smile, squatting to pet her; she purrs in response.

Unlike the house where light flickered and dimmed, the need to check every corner rumbled in your gut, shadows would lurk, the need watch you back and pick up the pace through every corridor or open space.

I didn't have to worry about whether or not I could trust the walls, the carpet, the toilet or even myself. I didn't need to worry about the darkness of those walls flooding and swallow me whole to never reach daylight again.

Here I was safe, everything was warm and fussy. Bright lights, birch cabinets, pastel shaggy carpet and a comfy fuzzy couch in front of the TV.

Itty leaves to do whatever cats do as I kick off my shoes at the door way and plop on the couch; rubbing my face into its soft exterior. A sigh escapes my mouth, the weight of work melting off my shoulders.

Moments of peace like this, was always my favorite. No one or entity around, it's just me, myself and I, the comfortable silence and the knowing not only that I'm safe, but I'm safe to live life and cherish every moment while every object around me reassures that safety.

I glance at my prosthetic arm, casually flexing it and messing with my fingers. It was abnormal and weird at first, compared to the rest of the things I faced.

From the old doll that was alive and mocked me, to a giant rat whom I tamed and that damned place "facial" features. The large crab eyes in my parent's bedroom, they weren't a threat but they would just stare. Iris dilating and following me where ever I ran. Then there's the mouth consuming whatever that was laying upon it and would race to catch me in it's jaws, to chomp me in half in our basement. Heh, until I smashed a bowling ball into its disgusting crooked teeth. The bulky human fingers sprouting out the ground like wild grass to crush me like a soda can in the music room. Finally, that giant fleshy beating heart, pumping with so called life; it feed off of suffering so it couldn't be life, more like death. A shutter goes down my spine, I shake it off.

However constantly seeing me and my family die or suffer numbed most of the anguish or filled me with determination to destroy the evil coiling around our bodies and mind. Through thick and thin I stuck to my guts, my wits, my abilities and my body. That was all that could save us, I couldn't trust it but using them were the only way to for me to progress and win.

That was until I lost a part of me, a physical part of me anyways. It didn't bother me I couldn't use things normally such as wave or holds heavy things, nor waiting until my family were put in the right hospital to treat me correctly and give me a prosthetic arm. My arm would be replace with an indifferent cold heartless attachment but even then it was just a reminder.

It was the fact it was no longer there and I had to sacrifice a piece of myself in order to defeat the "house". The final detachment.

My phone rings, breaking me from my trance. I pull out my phone and squint at the screen; okay, yeah, it's too bright.

Once readjusting the brightness, the alert reminds me of visiting my family. First there's Melody, the mom and lastly... dad. Letting out a heavy sigh, I sluggishly roll off the couch, landing on the shaggy carpet.

My hands outstretch, fingers gliding across the carpet and fiddling with the carpet shrubs.

I chuckle at myself, I can't believe I'm here rubbing and playing around on a carpet. I even told myself I would be done with carpets after the creeping death carpet that impaled my chest using spikes the instant I came in contact with it.

Itty plants herself in front of me and meows. She tilts her head, I follow. My smile grows as I reach out to her, she crawls over and purrs into my hand, rubbing her soft neatly brushed head all over my hand. Soon enough, she's resting in my arms, slowly wagging her tail in delight take the long slow strokes to her fur from me. I prop my head on her and stare at the white fluffiness, counting each strand shining in the light....

I'm still cautious and methodical, being thorough and keeping everything tidy. Grinding for every detail and seed of information on a given subject or project to make sure there aren't any surprises. It can be annoying to people but thanks to my dry sense of humor they seem to let it by. Yayyyyy.....

My phone rings again, times up already? Sighing, I get up, letting Itty hop onto the couch, and head to the front door. I grab my needed items and dress appropriately. Whistling, Itty grabs "her" scarf and runs out, where I quickly flip on off the lights and dash out without looking back, door slamming behind me.

I take a few breaths, my heart accelerating a little, before locking the door.

"Itty, come on..!" She follows me as I make my way down the apartment building second level sidewalk and stairs. We cross the road and stand at the bus stop.

-•-•-

I open the door to Melody's hospital room. There she lies in bed, staring out window; unknowing of my presence. Itty doesn't go to my sister yet, my eyes wander to the doll... Itty stood defensively, hissing, looking back and forth between me and the doll; waiting for me to make a move. She even knew this so called- doll was bad. It doesn't really resemble one or should. The only reason why I give it the profligate to be called that is due to a lack of better words. She had the supposed doll out once again.

There was no face, rather three dots aligned like it was a bowling ball. The was stitching all across her face and neck, where I went "crazy" on her as one would say. Tattered faded dress, pale worn out doll skin. I could never connect with it, nor shall I. Been a while since I've seen that thing.... the only reason why it's not burned is because Maddy loves it. No matter how much it taunted me, watch me died, just sat there when I was being dragged to my death, it did nothing but sit there. Yet when I brought a day to a close, it would mock me and ridicule the ending I got no matter how good or bad it was.... However Melody doesn't know that, no one does.. but me.

"Hello there Tabby... Oh and hello there Itty..!~"

She breaks my trance as I quickly step forward to respond. Itty hisses at the doll once more before scurrying and climbing to Melody. Once she embraces her, Itty forgets about being my cat and rubs herself all over my noirette sister.

Always more affection with my cat once again. I sigh again, letting go my twinge of jealousy escape.

"You seem to love my cat more then me." She cattle's curtly while stroking Itty all over who adores every one.

"As if, you know I love you more on a deeper level...." She smirks. "But it's more fun to give her more obvious affectionate love than you, I mean after all you don't need it~"

I shake my head, chuckling a little. She sighs, scheming grin fading, shifting over to look at the window once more; snowflakes fluttering gently down.

I glance back over at that old creepy doll. It... didn't move did it? It's not going to mock me again? It's just a regular creepy doll....

Itty's purrs brings me back to reality, I shake off the past once more. It can't hurt me nor interact with me anymore. Maybe in my dreams, our dreams, but not here in real life where darkness can not roam and my family is safe and I finally have a comfy home. It left a scar, a deep one; it doesn't define me however it still causes a shudder to pass or heighten my alertness.

I sit on her bed and hold her hand, squeezing it gently. She stares at me, eyes sharp yet sad and concerned; her hand squeezes mine tighter. "T-Tabby..? I.... feel as if I'll have a dream of that place tonight, and I-"

I could see her heart rate quicken without the monitor, the primal fear in wide eyes as she swallows and blink rapidly.

Foiling, I keep my calm demeanor on display; patting a hand on top of ours. "It'll be alright."

"I don't know how you did but again, thank you Tabby. I love you so much." I plant a kiss on her forehead and smile as I pull back.

"I love you too Melody. Now relax and get some rest. I'm going to be visiting mom and dad afterwards, so might as well get comfy while I visit." She covers her mouth to hide her laugh before nodding along with a rare bright smile.

"Alright Tabby, you know best." I nod and pick up Itty, who nuzzles her cheek on more time before curling up in my chest. "That's right. See you Melody."

"Bye~" I close the door behind me and head to the Coma-ward. Once I arrive and gain permission, I wander into a lit up room. There lies my mother resting on the white sheeted bed. No word, no movements and no irregular reading, as expected from anyone in a coma.

"Hey mom... Don't know if you can hear me, but uh..... Hope you do... Melody doing great today... Haven't uh.. visited dad yet... He's probably good... I.... I miss you... You and your sandwiches..... I miss em...." Itty meows and rubs against my leg affectionately. Feeling something wet at the edge of my eyes, I blink a few times before rubbing them. I stare at her hand and reach out, taking it in hand and rubbing it with my thumb.

For a moment, I stood there quietly. I don't know what to say or do. If only I could of done something more to help mom.... Maybe she wouldn't of ended up like this. It may have been a few years so far, but she's been doing good. Her warm peach skin hasn't paled once nor could I feeling her bones without flesh. The doctor have kept me up to date with her condition so she'll wake up, there's a high probability.

I glance at her face and move a strand of her head- I jump and move back; eyeing my hand.

Mom..... S-She squeezed my hand... Reacted to me and squeezed my hand... ever so gently... I could barely feel it, like if a bug landed on me yet I still felt it. I know I'm not completely crazy.

"M-Mom? Is that you? Are you.... there..? Well just know I'm doing great and I love you, a lot! I'll always be here and visit." I press my lips to her forehead gently and squeeze her hand tightly in return; smiling.

I arrive to the psychiatric hospital and head up to my father's room. He rests on his bed, hands resting on his stomach faced up & staring at the ceiling. I lightly knock on the glass, not trying to smudge it too much.

"Dad." He snaps his attention over to me, his lips forms a wide yet slightly eerie smile. He unfolds from his bed before me and lumbers over. "Tabbyyy... Hello there my little girl... How are you...?"

"Good, so is Melody & mom." He nods along, rumble through something under the glass and stands back up, still managing to tower over me regardless of the years I had to grow. In his hand there was a pamphlet. "Did you visit the museum I told you about yet?"

Twirling the pamphlet around behind the glass and pressing it, maybe too much, against the window. The Silvermist Museum, it does seem fun. "No I haven't, but I plan to."

He presses his face against the glass, practically staring into my soul. His voice got deeper and more jaded, eyes gleaming darkly. "Are you lying to me?"

"No." He chortles to himself, spinning and there he stood in his regular demeanor. He slide the pamphlet through the slot, smiling to himself. Eyes practically screaming his excitement and whatever else he had left.

"Heh heh... Of course you aren't. You're my little girl and would never lie to me." I pick it up off the floor and fold my arms.

"Yeah." I sigh.

Sadly, out of everyone, dad got it hit the worse. Probably due to being the one to buy the house... anddddd attempting to kill everyone once he came home; including the giant rat. Oh yeah and he was controlled by the evil puppeteer so that might have something to do with it.

"Did you receive the gifts I sent?" He looks behind him and waves his hand as if he was beckoning me to come in.

"Of course, and I cherish each & every one." He scoots over and I see a shrine. Books, flowers (dead and alive) , sit on a shelf where they surround a old picture of the entire family. My mouth twitches up slightly.

"That's good, is therapy going too hard on you?"

"No, you're father can handle this. I mean after all, my lovely daughter Tabby is visiting me often." I nod. He smiles back, his eyes relax as I see how tired he was. I may not see him exactly the same, but I love him and care. I smile small and place my hand on the window, he grins brightly, gratitude circulate his gaze as he repeats my gesture. "Love ya dad."

"Love you too Tabby. Now go run along, I know you have to work in the morning." I nod again.

•-•

Finally, I make it back home after visiting Melody one more time. Nighttime had fallen upon the town. I remove unnecessary articles of clothing until I'm wearing shorts and t-shirt. I whip up some hot cocoa, turn on the TV & get comfy in a blanket with my coco in hand and Itty. I rub my cold faint red nose before sipping my hot chocolate. Sooo good...

I sigh and take a moment to look around me; pictures hanging from the wall of my family, a tv, large window to the snowy outside, fridge/freezer decorated in magnet letters, next to the birch counters and cabinets holding my food and items. A sink where a cloud sponge hangs, beautiful bouquet of flowers on the island and finally the fuzzy white couch with the fuzzy white carpet, a few feet away is a glass coffee table where I'm resting my sock covered-feet on.

Itty on my lap and cocoa in hand....

The surrealness was unreal.

This really is home. This really is my life. This is all real. I smile. So when I sleep tonight, I'll still know that house, that walls of darkness, that bubble of evil, is not my home and never will or could be, because it's gone and I have a life to live.

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