The Intruder
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author: Lil Lambie (@papyrusinfinity)
Words: 1,111
Warnings: Light swearing, anger, and mention of harassment
Request:
Bucky x Reader, Anon
#1: What if I kissed you right now?
#13: I need you
#20: It’s 3 in the morning!
A/N: My first imagine in over a year! This was really fun to write and I missed doing this! Let me know what you think!
MASTERLIST
You woke to the sound of an intruder. Your heart pounded as you jumped out of bed, and crept to the kitchen, picking up a frying pan from the stove. (You didn’t have a baseball bat, because that’s a weird thing to have by your bedside). The door handle shook, and you tiptoed to the door and stood at the entrance, waiting to knock out the intruder. Finally, the door gave away and flew open. Without a second thought, you swung with all your might.
“Shit!” you heard a husky voice shout. In an instant, your frying pan cracked in two as it made contact with metal. The intruder was masked in the darkness of the night. You screamed, and his hand clasped over your mouth. He discarded the frying pan to the floor, hand still over your mouth, and closed the door behind him. Once the two of you were inside, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you screamed.
“Shhh!! It’s me!” The stranger moved for the light switch, which he seemed to know by memory. As the light washed over his features, you could see it wasn’t a stranger at all. He looked worse for wear, bags under his eyes, and he had started to grow a beard. His hair was unkempt, all bundled under his trademark red baseball cap.
Despite seeing his soft and wonderful face, it only filled you with rage. “Bucky! What the hell are you doing in my house! I thought you were trying to kill me!” you screamed. “Get the hell out of here!”
“Whoa, Y/N, hey, I needed to see you.”
“It’s 3 in the morning, James!”
Bucky frowned. “You only call me James when you’re mad.”
“Well of course I am! You broke into my house at the asscrack of dawn!”
“Actually, I had a key.” Bucky dangled a rusty key in front of you, and you snatched it away.
“You were supposed to give me that back! Or did you forget that you don’t live here anywhere? That we broke up. Is it too hard to get through the thick skull of yours?” You could see the hurt and pain on his face. You swore you saw a tear ran down his cheek.
“Please,” he cried as he reached for your hands, you pulled away, “I need you.” His voice cracked. “I am so sorry, I was just a jerk to you, Y/N. I got jealous when I shouldn’t have. I was just so afraid of losing you.”
Your blood boiled, “So you decked my friend in the face?! Why didn’t you believe me when I told you, repeatedly, he/she just a friend!”
“Y/N...I was trying to protect you. He/she isn’t a good friend.”
“What? What the hell are you on about, James? This isn’t time for one of your self-righteous tyraids!”
“Please, Y/N...just listen.” You wanted to scream, you wanted to yell, but then Bucky sighed and stared at you for a moment. It sent a chill through you. “I - I…” Bucky was speechless.
Deep down, you knew Bucky would never do anything to hurt you. He always protected you. It broke you when you watched him sink to his knees. Something had broken him. You couldn’t help but try and comfort him. You got down next to him, and the anger left you. Bucky looked up at you, tears in his eyes. “Y/N, they were a…” he started to sob.
“Oh, Bucky...what is it?” you reached for his hands. He squeezed yours.
“Y/N, your friend was- is a predator.”
You let go of Bucky for a moment. Almost repulsed by his touch, “What? That’s impossible. I’ve known her/him since we were kids! They would never...what…” you stood up fast and the anger rose again. “You’re lying, James! You are just looking for some excuse for your actions!”
“No…Y/N, please.” He reached up for you in desperation. “Just listen.”
Fuming, you threw his hands away. You retreated to a corner of the kitchen and started sobbing. You sunk to the floor against a cabinet. “No, it can’t be true…” But deep down, you knew it was. You had noticed your friend before, in undesirable situations. Invading people’s personal space at work, being overly affectionate, cornering people...sometimes they did it to you too. You just didn’t want to admit it. How could someone so good, be so...bad? Your body shook with each sob. Until you felt a warm hand, and cool metal against you.
“Y/N,” Bucky cried, “I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner. But then I saw them at the company party, kissing someone against their will and then he/she approached you. I couldn’t let them hurt you too. I am so sorry, I just wanted to protect you. I...I love you, Y/N and you know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
You could only cry, but you squeezed Bucky’s hand, and let yourself lean into him. “I am sorry, Bucky. I didn’t know...I just thought…” your words descended into sobs.
“Shh...it’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m so sorry.” Bucky lifted you into his lap, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. After being cradled by Bucky for an hour, on your kitchen floor, you felt safe and protected. All through the hour, Bucky had affirmed your safety and brushed his hands through your hair.
You sat up, and Bucky stirred. “What is it?” he asked.
After a flood of tears, you smiled. You reached your hand up to touch his beard, and run your hands through his hair. He smiled too. You looked up at him, and traced his cheek with your finger and pulled him close. He made you feel safe, protected and loved. You whispered softly, “Bucky?”
He responded with complete love and adoration, you knew he would do anything for you. “Yes, Y/N?”
You leaned in closer, and whispered with all the yearning in your voice, “What if I kissed you right now?”
You didn’t get a chance to see the wide grin on his face, as he kissed you. You expected it to be full of passion, angry and hungry. But it was soft and gentle. He drank in every moment with you, and you matched his pace.
He tasted like home, and he felt like home.
He was your home.
