Mess is mine - Bucky Barnes
Summary: “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
Bucky had been out working the late night shift again. He was ready to come home, hopefully, catch you before going to bed, and relax in front of the TV. He opened the door, keys jiggling, smiling when he saw the light in the living room still on.
The sight that met him though wasn’t what he had pictured in his head. You weren’t half asleep on the couch snuggled up in a blanket watching the latest episode of your favourite show. A dishevelled head of hair, flannel pyjamas and a mess of a room was what he saw instead.
“Oh hey, Bucky. Don’t mind the mess, I’ll clean up later.” You gave him a tired smile returning to your book, fingers scrawling notes down faster than he had seen you write before.
Papers were strewn across the room in what looked like a frustrated rage and in the eye of the hurricane you sat. Multiple cups of coffee stood on the ground next to you as an ironic trophy of your accomplishments and a half-eaten bowl of ramen you forgot about.
Your notebook was full of your increasingly messy handwriting and random doodles when you got distracted. In between other classes and assignments, this exam had been left in the bottom drawer of your mind. You were paying for it now.
He knew he should convince you to get some rest knowing that this all-nighter cramming session would do you no good in the long run. He was, however, unable to move and let his mind wander past the thoughts of how cute you looked. His fingers were itching to reach out and move that fallen piece of hair out of your face. Even as a complete mess you looked beautiful and he hated you for it. Falling in love with his roommate was something he had promised himself he would never do. He wouldn’t be part of another cliché story but somehow you made him break his promises without even trying.
“Are you gonna stand there all night?” You didn’t look up from your book but you could feel his eyes on you. If you hadn’t been running on your last energy and only using that to study, your body might have felt the effect of him giving you all his attention.
He blinked surprised noticing he was stood at the same spot staring at you. He coughed embarrassedly before plopping down next to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you study, so you can go to bed.” He grabbed a book and mentioned for you to grab one, too.
Bucky spent the next 2 hours cramming with you and even with his own body screaming for sleep he kept going for you. You’d laid down on his lap after about an hour with a smile hoping he didn’t mind, and a book raised over your head. He definitely didn’t and after a while, he noticed he had absentmindedly been playing with your hair. He blushed a deep red but since you hadn’t said anything, he continued.
After a while of not hearing you softly singing along to the playlist you put on, he realised you had fallen asleep on him. Gingerly he put his book down contemplating how to get you to bed.
He tried gently lifting your head up but the position made it difficult for him to do it without waking you.
“Doll, you need to wake up so you can go to bed.”
Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up in a panic.
“Did I fall asleep? I have so much to do,” you began gathering your books and opened your notebook, “I don’t have time to sleep.”
Bucky gently grabbed your wrist, “You’re done studying for tonight,” he could see you were about to protest, “I’ll help you study tomorrow, okay?”
Your features softened at his words and you nodded. Was he really willing to spend all this time studying with you when he could do literally anything so much more interesting?
“Thank you.” You threw your arms around his neck hoping he could feel your gratitude. He was caught off guard but you soon felt his arms encasing your waist and holding you close. You could almost swear that you heard him sigh contently into your neck.
You drew back slightly, arms still wrapped around his neck.
“I really do mean it. Thank you.” You searched his eyes hoping he understood.
He brought up a hand to caress your cheek and you subconsciously leaned into it. Emotions flickered through his calm blue eyes and he seemed to be battling himself.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.” He leaned forward stopping just as his lips were about to touch yours. You could feel his warm breath sweeping over your skin and with no hesitation, you closed the distance.
You always hear people talking about feelings sparks and fireworks when they have their first kiss and with Bucky that feeling was magnified. His lips were soft but behind the sparks, a feeling of comfortableness was transferred through the kiss. There was no rush between the two of you and time seemed to go on forever.
When you had to break the kiss to breathe he rested his forehead on yours. He smiled laughing slightly in disbelief at what had just happened. He would have never guessed that the evening would have gone this way but he was definitely not complaining. He stole another little kiss from you just because he could. No words were spoken, neither of you wanting to break the little bubble you had created together.