#i hyperfocused too hard on him and now my brain clings on every bit of fan material of him just to see if its him coded

[berryworm]

My friend just complimented how good i am with in character hcs... and i think its so funny cuz i gained this ability last summer by hyperfocusing on chip whistler the whole 3 months, so i understand how to analyze a character's personality and actions better than i ever could before

[mellowswriting]

Hi lovely!! 😊 so I was browsing the soft writing prompts and thinking of Bucky and I couldn’t choose between:

being stuck in a closet and they’re too close

AND

resisting the urge to kiss forever and then muttering “fuck it” before kissing

Is there a way you could combine them somehow?? I can’t get that image out of my head 🥵

fuck it. 

pairing || Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count || 1,815

summary || Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you. 

content || alcohol consumption, Bucky is Drunk and In Love, pining, fluff

a/n || I just adore drunk Bucky, okay? my lil baby

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It’s been nearly eighty years since Bucky has been drunk. It isn’t something he would really feel all that upset about normally, but watching everyone else slowly devolve into tipsy giggles stokes a little bit of jealousy in him. He wishes he could actually partake in all the shenanigans - especially when he sees how much fun you’re having.

The alcohol loosens you up, makes you more free with those little touches that drive him crazy with want. Your hand falls to his shoulder as you toss your head back to laugh at some stupid joke he made and it makes pride flutter in his belly. He loves that sound. He would do anything to hear it a million times over. It doesn't take long for you to reach out for him again; you carefully pick a piece of lint from his hair, eyes bright and hyperfocused. You’re just so adorable, clinging to him without hesitation anytime you get unsteady on your feet.

To Bucky’s surprise, Thor offers a solution to his woes - a bottle of Asgardian liquor. Despite the god’s insistence, he really doesn't think it will actually work. The first two shots go down easy, a barely-there burn tingling at the back of his throat. It's warm and subtle, doesn't hit hard like he remembers liquor to, but it brings out that carefree feeling nonetheless. Maybe there's something to this Asgardian liquor after all.

By the time he’s actually enjoying himself, the majority of the little impromptu party had already died down. Natasha had gone to her bedroom, Thor was already almost asleep on one of the couches, and everyone else was paired off and chatting in little groups.

Bucky doesn’t care about what they’re doing.

No, he’s just glad that you decided to sit with him.

Maybe it’s a little silly, but it makes him feel special. There’s intention behind everything you do, encouraging him to be more open with you through your genuine curiosity and kindness. He finds himself more comfortable with you than he's felt in forever, a feeling of contentment blanketing him in warmth every second he spends with you.

It’s downright adorable to watch you tell a story because you become so animated, your hands gesturing wildly as you go on, and fuck, he just wants to take your hands in his. They’re probably so soft. Speaking of soft - your lips. Every time your tongue peeks out to wet your lips or your teeth nibble at your lower lip, Bucky is nearly overcome with the urge to pull you close and kiss you.

Shit. Maybe the liquor was a bad idea. He can feel his self control waning - and he isn't the only one, either.

The amount of times you’ve found yourself distracted by him tonight would be embarrassing if the shots you took hadn't numbed that part of your brain. You keep touching him without really thinking about it and the fact that he leans into it every time makes your belly erupt with butterflies. God, he’s just so pretty it kills you. And funny, too. Not to mention sweet and caring and ridiculously fucking sexy.

The small part of yourself still ruled by logic knows you need a distraction. Those pretty blue eyes are going to draw you in too far to be saved if you aren’t careful - even though you just know kissing him would be heaven right now.

“Hey, is Steve back yet?” You ask out of the blue.

“I don’t think so. Why?” Bucky’s eyebrows pinch together in confusion and you want to smooth the little crease away with your thumb so badly.

“Wanna prank him?” You expect that you’ll have to convince him, to tell him it’ll be fun to mess with his best friend, but the second the words fall from your mouth, his eyes light up with playful mischief. You find that you love how it looks on him.

That’s how you end up sneaking down the hall after subtly slipping away from the common room, dragging Bucky along behind you with your hand wrapped around his. Jarvis took a little more convincing when you asked him to give you a heads up if Steve came back, but with the promise not to cause any real property damage or grievous bodily harm, he eventually relented to you and Bucky’s drunken whims.

Barely contained bouts of giggling and whispers that could hardly be considered quiet echo from the otherwise empty hallway as the two of you tiptoe towards Steve's room, playfully shushing and swatting at each other for being too loud. Bucky can’t even remember the last time he did something so stupid, purely for the fun of it, and he wants this moment to last forever.

“Wait… what are we even gonna do?” He whispers as you peek around the corner before pulling him by his hand to follow. Thank god for the alcohol that flows through him; it's the perfect cover for the blush that tinges his cheeks at the feeling of your fingers laced with his.

“I don't know,” You shrug. “Hide the TV remote somewhere crazy, steal all the lightbulbs. Oh, we could hide all of his left shoes! And -”

Your excited half-baked plans get cut off by the familiar voice of Jarvis. “Good evening, Captain Rogers. Welcome home.”

Neither of you catch Steve’s polite response. You're too busy ushering at each other, desperately flailing to find a place to hide before you can get caught like a couple of idiotic drunken teenagers. Is there any real danger? Not in the slightest, but are the two of you rushing like it’s life or death? Absolutely. There’s no stopping the constant laughter bubbling up from you both in the miniature argument of, “go, go ,go - stop laughing!” “you stop laughing!”, as you shove each other into the small storage closet nearby.

Fuck, you can barely both fit and the ridiculousness of it all only makes you laugh harder. As your eyes adjust in the darkness, you’re blessed with the image of Bucky. He’s managed to bite back his own fit of hysterics, but he’s still looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars in the sky, and your heart nearly breaks in it’s yearning for him.

“Shut up, you’re gonna get us caught.” He breathes out with a soft chuckle, but you can’t, so he takes a preemptive move and covers your mouth with his hand.

The air of hilarity screeches to a halt. Your senses are overwhelmed with Bucky. The smell of leather and spice, the amplified huffs of his breathing, the slight brush of his chest against yours with every inhale, the feeling of his metal fingers warming up against your skin. You’re drowning in him. He’s more intoxicating than the liquor that sings in your veins like a siren song, drawing you closer and closer to crossing the line of no return that has been tempting you for months.

You aren’t the only one who senses the sudden shift, the tilt-a-whirl of emotions that sweeps the rug out from under your feet. Bucky’s eyes widen as he realizes the position he’s unintentionally put the two of you in and he’s almost certain you can hear the embarrassing way his heart starts to pound in his chest. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you can read him even better than usual as he lets his hand slip away from your face. There’s an apology threatening to bubble up to the surface, but it’s held back by an innate curiosity that has his eyes dropping to your lips for a mere second before locking eyes with you once more.

The absentminded flick of his tongue against his bottom lip is what does you in.

“Fuck it.” You mutter and with a surge of confidence, you lean up to capture his lips in a soft, barely there kiss.

Bucky freezes for a millisecond before he melts into you and presses you back against the door with a stuttered breath. Everything else is wiped away in that moment. The alcohol simmers down to a low warmth thrumming through your entire being, the worries of being caught flicker out into nothing - anything that isn’t you and the way you feel under his touch doesn’t exist.

You’re so… soft. Yielding. You accept the hand that cups your cheek and tilts your head to kiss you deeper without hesitation, your fingers tangling in his shirt to hold him close. It’s been so long since Bucky has known any gentle, loving touch and he knows he will never be able to get enough from you. All he can hope is that you’ll give him more, because god knows he’ll take anything you’re willing to give.

Your hand slides up his chest and settles on the side of his neck, your fingertips teasing the hair that curls behind his ear, and Bucky whimpers. Holy fuck, what a pretty sound from such a big tough man.

He has to break the kiss when you suck his lower lip playfully, a rough groan rumbling through him as he lets his head drop to your shoulder. Despite the pleasant haze of alcohol and affection, Bucky knows this is as far as this can go tonight in good conscience. Some sweet kisses, maybe some cuddling if he plays his cards right. But as much as he wants to let those base needs take over, he wants to wait until you’re both clear headed even more.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I wanted to do that for so long.” Bucky whispers, shuddering and nuzzling his face into your neck as you keep playing with his hair. The feeling of his body pressed to yours, trapping you between him and the door, has him emboldened. He can't imagine not spending the night sleeping in your bed with you safe in his arms. “Can...can I stay with you tonight?”

“Someone's feeling bold.” You chuckle.

Heat rushes his face as he groans in embarrassment. “C’mon, you know I don't mean - well, I do mean that but not now, not when -”

“I know what you mean, Buck, I'm just teasing you.” You gently tug on his hair until he leans back to look at you, and the sight of his subtle pout has you huffing out a laugh. “I'd love to have you in my bed tonight, baby.”

Bucky hums, a low and content sound that rumbles through his chest, and captures your lips in another soft, appreciative kiss. He can't stop his hands from wandering, exploring the soft curve of your waist. After everything he's been through, Bucky tries to do at least one thing for himself everyday, just to make him smile, and he's found his new favorite thing: kissing you.

It takes you both a little while to stumble out of that closet, but at least Bucky was smiling the entire time.

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