late night talking

summary: just days before graduation, steve finds out about your feelings for him in a very unconventional way

pairing: frat!steve x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: consumption of alcohol, wasted bucky, drunken confessions (kinda), a little stucky x reader if you squint

a/n: here is day 6 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt  “wait, you think i’m cute?” i actually had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you all enjoy!

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The thump of the bass throughout the house faded into the background as the burn of liquor made its way down your throat. Natasha’s only reason for getting so watsed being we’re graduating, bitch! and well, that was more than enough for you.

You’d lost track of that amount of shots you had taken, despite Nat giving you a marker to keep tally, and you were feeling tipsy enough that you finally took a step back, leaving her and Sam to go shot for shot with one another. You had a feeling you knew who would win that easily.

The music around you got louder as you made your way through the living room, pushing through crowds of people dancing, trying to get to the hallway on the other side where you knew the bathroom was. You tried to catch a glimpse of one of your friends as you waded through the party, but didn’t spy the tall blond anywhere. It didn’t surprise you - Steve wasn’t the party person despite being the president of his frat.

Finally, you emerged on the other side of the dance floor unscathed, stepping into the surprisingly empty bathroom, and made a mental list of the places Steve could be hiding as you washed your hands and fixed your hair.

Staring in the mirror, you took in your glossy eyed reflection and tried to splash some water on your face to sober yourself up. No matter the celebration, you had a feeling you would need to be a little more stable on your feet tonight.

As you opened the bathroom door, you ran right into the chest of Bucky, who looked even more drunk than you did.

“Hey, Y/N!” he shouted over the music, wrapping you in a hug. “Stevie’s lookin’ for ya.”

His words were slurred, and you were honest to god impressed that he was even able to stand on his own. For his own good, you slung an arm around his waist and tried to herd him towards the stairs toward his bedroom; but he wasn’t having any of that.

“Jus’ gotta pee, hold on.” He, as gently as a man so drunk could, removed your arm from his body and walked into the bathroom, clumsily closing the door behind him. You winced as you heard a crash on the other side, and debating the risk of opening the door to help him out.

You had just grabbed the doorknob, deciding that seeing one of your oldest friend’s dicks was worth it if he didn’t give himself a concussion, when a much larger hand covered yours, and you turned to see Steve.

“I promise you don’t want to do that.” His voice was a little husky, as if he had been shouting all night, and a shiver ran through you at the sound. Stupid drunk brain. “He’s pretty messy tonight. I was looking for you and ended up babysitting him instead. I blame the drinking game Nat came up with.”

“You mean the one where she bets she can out drink every one of your frat brothers and four years later they still don’t believe her?”

“That’s the one.” You both laughed, then stopped when another crash came from the bathroom. “Maybe we should help him, huh?”

Steve opened the door to find Bucky with his pants around his ankles, sitting in the bathtub. Thankfully, his underwear was still on, so he wasn’t exposing himself - though you were sure that wouldn’t have been a first for Steve - and the two of you managed to get him on his feet with his pants back on before Steve practically carried him to his room.

The two of you worked together to get Bucky changed and tucked into bed, and by the time you had coaxed some water into him, you were swaying on your feet. Bucky, somehow, noticed and pulled you into the bed with him.

“Aw, sweetheart, you needa lay here with me. You’re drunk as a skunk, too.” He wrapped his arms around you and you swore, even in the dim light of the room, that Steve’s jaw clenched. “C’mon, Stevie, you can join. I know you wanna.”

You laughed at that, even as Steve stood rigid, and your still tipsy brain was having trouble coming up with reasons for why that was a terrible idea. You must have really lost track of those shots, because the drunk part of you was screaming shoot your shot! even as sober you tried desperately to stop the whole mess.

Drunk brain won out though, and you helped Bucky pull Steve into the bed alongside you. He huffed as his large frame flopped down on the bed, and for a moment you were perfectly content to be in close quarters with two of the most handsome men you knew. Until Bucky spoke again.

“Quit poutin’, Stevie.” How he knew that Steve was pouting when his eyes were closed and his face was buried in your neck was a mystery to you. “You’ve been waitin’ for this day for forever.”

That sent a jolt to your brain. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised either, Y/N,” Bucky continued. “As if you haven’t been talking about how cute Steve is since freshman year.” He drug out the cutein a sing-songy way, and you felt your face heat, especially since he was exactly right.

“Wait, you think I’m cute?” Steve wasn’t hunkered down beside you anymore. Instead, he was sitting up, looking at you like you were a whole new person.

You groaned, wishing you could choke Bucky for outing you. You had spent this long hiding your huge crush on Steve, just for him to ruin it days before you all graduated. No matter that he had been telling you that Steve felt the same for years, and you had ignored him every time. Mostly due to the fact that he also told you that he was in love with you from time to time, so you weren’t inclined to believe a word he said.

“Yeah, whatever, don’t make a big deal about it.” You rolled your eyes, and he gently flicked you in the forehead.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re telling me Bucky hasn’t been lying for the last four years?” He scrubbed a hand down his face, both exasperated and amused. 

“What has he said?”

“That you liked me and have been pining for me for years.” You almost rolled your eyes again, then thought better of it. “He always followed it up with suggesting we form a throuple, so I always figured he was joking around. Fucker.”

You both stared adoringly at him, a laugh escaping you as he smiled innocently, still with his entire body folded into yours, obviously pleased with himself. He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arm across your body and Steve’s, pulling you all together.

“I can’t believe we’ve wasted four years,” you whispered as you realized how close he had gotten to you, his lips only a breath away as he laid beside you again.

“I don’t want to waste any more.” You breath caught in your throat, and his lips just barely brushed yours when Bucky let out a deafening snore. You jerked back from Steve, then felt a wet spot on your neck.

“He just drooled on me.” You wiped the spit on Bucky’s comforter, tempted to yank on his hair to wake him up to give him a piece of your mind, but Steve stopped you before you could.

“He’s not letting either one of us go,” he gestured to the arm that was still tightly holding the two of you. “May as well let him sleep it off.”

“We’re not done here,” you practically accused.

He pinched your cheek, affectionate and beaming. “No, we certainly are not.”

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