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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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flower-of-the-desert · 7 years ago

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2x10 Thoughts

That should have been the title of the episode tbh. It would have been a really solid good ending to this part of the season if they’d paid a bit more attention and didnt take the easy way out of every tricky situation.

Sidenote: dispite the beginning, this is not a total hate post. In fact, I dont think it’s hate at all but more so discussing the writing issues that I think exist in the show. I’ve also included some more of my thoughts and an explanation of why I’m perhaps being a bit harsher on the show and certain characters (yes, I mean Alec) than might be strictly necessary and where exactly my problems with them stem from. So if you wanna read about silly old me and my thoughts, give it a try.

We need the vampires to attack Clary but Magnus is there too? No problem, just have someone hold his hand because apparently he cant do magic without waving his hands around??????

We need a dramatic reveal of Dot in the cage but Luke just said everyone there was either dead or gone? Lol, what werewolf senses???

Maia needs to confront Luke but she doesnt know where he is? Just have her wait in a random sreet in the hopes he might pass by!

Have Simon knock Valentine unconscious but we still need him to go be the Big Bad Guy? No worries, Jace and Simon are just gonna leave him there on the ground because... reasons.

Then we need someone to steal the soul sword? Pff, Clary can just drop it onto the ground and leave it there, no biggie.

And so on. I think the thing that really gets to me is not exactly that there are plot holes, I mean every story has them but it’s just... because I think the writers are in fact capable of creating good solid storytelling. When they decide to do it right, they do and the result is great! I havent shied away from praising the things that I think were done well. So they proved that they CAN do it but apparently sometimes they just... dont want to? Dont care enough? And that pisses me off. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I think the show has amazing potential, the idea at the core of the worldbuilding is hella interesting, the characters could be well-rounded and appealing, the plots could really suck you in with interesting action scenes and emotional confrontations and just... it could be so much MORE than what it is and I WANT it to be that. Instead I get episodes like this one and I want to flip a table or two.

Anyway, moving on to the rest of the ep. I love Maia continuously calling out Luke for his clear favourism of Clary and shadowhunters in general over his own pack. And I hate how Luke is treating her like some naughty child that needs a time out. Honestly, I’m even surprised he didnt just leave her on the street there.

And Aldertree’s sob story... man, you finally got me. Look at the tears streaming down my face. *sarcasm font* His story was tatal bullshit as much as his claim that he had warned Izzy of the risks. Dont make me laugh, pal. When exactly did you warn her? When you were trying to get her to spy on Clary? Or when you came onto her? Yeah, didnt think so. And frankly, this would have been the PERFECT chance for Alec to stand up for downworders and show he’s slowly but surely changing - have him defend Aldertree’s poor dead girlfriend and say something like it wasnt her nature, you dumb asshole, anyone in her situation would have reacted like that, you just killed the woman you claimed to love to save your own ass (which is true).

This is why I’m harsh on him (and shadowhunters in general). Because yeah, maybe it’s a small thing in the grand scheme of things, maybe it seems like I’m nitpicking. And both the narrative and some fans seems intend on ignoring those small things like they never happen (or are totally acceptable). But they matter to me. Because it’s those small things that make up the bigger picture. It’s those small things that pile up and shape a character who doesnt come across to me as what I’ve been told he is. So here I am being harsh on poor Alec because someone needs to. Someone needs to point out his mistakes, big and small, because otherwise it seems like it’s tots ok for him to an ass and casually racist, it’s only an issue when the “bad” shadowhunters do it.

This is especially true within the canon itself because if someone doesnt sit him down and explain to him what he did/said wrong and WHY it’s wrong, how is he supposed to learn to be better? How am I supposed to believe he really doesnt view DWs (Magnus included) as either soulless demons or children in need of his management when we dont get to see him work though these things and come to the conclusions that he needs to come to in order to improve. And the same goes for Jace and Clary and Izzy and all the others. This is what I want for him. I want him to get better. I want to cheer for him and be ridiculously sappy about his love life. But I need to see him changing and getting better, not just have someone tell me he is from one episode to the next. I dont think he’s some evil bastard that needs to die but he’s not as innocent and “woke” as people think either. His casual racist remarks and actions show that clearly enough and I want that addressed beyond a simple I’m sorry (do you even know why you should be sorry or why you acted like that in the first place?) and I forgive you

And since we are on the subject, the I love you scene was actually... quite nice? I mean I thought I’d have a issue with it but it was really good, all things considered. I liked the display of emotions and affection Alec portrayed and the whole omg, I thought you were dead so now I just need to tell you how I feel is a true and tested romance cliche but damn if I dont fucking love it to bits so yeah. I think the thing that bothers me more is the overall context rather than the scene itself. The last time Magnus and Alec saw each other was when Alec confronted Raphael and was rightfully pissed at Magnus for keeping it a secret. And then they dont interact at all after that (and I dont believe it’s mentioned that they’ve seen each other off screen either) till the love confession scene. So it just feels a bit disjoined. Plus I think there really needed to be some kind of closure on that. I mean Alec beat the crap out of Magnus’s son and Magnus didnt tell Alec his sister was off getting high all this time. I’m pretty sure this classifies as something that needs talking about.

I still feel so bad for Jace. I honestly cannot believe the show has managed to take this character I was so annoyed with at best and couldnt stand at worst in s01 and turn him around so much that I can honestly say I like him now. See what I mean about the writers being capable of good storytelling when they want to? I wish they’d do the same with Simon because as much as I’ve come to enjoy Jace, my annoyance with Simon has been raised to the same level. And this whole daywalker thing isnt helping because I still think it’s stupid as hell. What has Simon deserved to be given his special ability anyway? And why should he not have to deal with any consequences of being a vampire? I wouldnt be surprised if next season he finds a way to stop drinking blood too. If you’re gonna have a vampire character, then why remove all his limitations and characteristics of being one???

#my SHS02 posts

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