Summary: You’ve moved into a new apartment in Brooklyn. Your neighbour starts getting friendly, and you wonder where it could lead.
A/N: Decided to try a series, if it’s awful I won’t continue. (Who am I kidding, it’s going up either way) Also, I’m from the UK, so if you think any words are spelled wrong, it’s just how we spell them here, im keeping in my goddamn U’s) if you want to be tagged, please send me an ask or message me :) (i need a longer tag list)
Key: [Y/F/N] – your full name (I know some people use this as ‘your first name’)
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You found yourself breathless as you placed the last box on your new apartment floor. You settled on the sofa that was already in the middle of the living room. Slumped over and almost half asleep, you suddenly noticed you left the front door wide open.
“First day in your new apartment and you’re already making it easy for people to break in,” you spoke to yourself as you begrudgingly got up off the sofa to close the mahogany brown door. “Not like I have much of worth anyway.”
You laughed slightly, pushing the door, but something stopped it from closing. A hand on the door. You opened it slightly to reveal a tall man, with tousled brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. They caught you off guard. The man cleared his throat, looking down at your smaller figure.
“Sorry, I-“ you started, trying to think of an excuse for staring too long. “I wasn’t expecting anybody on my first day.” You smiled, catching his eyes which you could visibly see light up.
“Apologies.” The man said. His voice was low, and raspy, but not unwelcoming. “I’m your neighbour, just wanted to make sure you weren’t some mass murderer or whatever.” He laughed, revealing a heart-warming smile.
“Well, you’ll have to give me a few days to settle in before I plot.” You joked, opening the door wider so that you weren’t just glancing through a small slit.
“Ha ha, I might have to report that.” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, revealing some huge muscles you were not surprised he inhabited.
“I’ll put you first on my list then,” you paused. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?” You looked into his eyes once more, careful not to get entranced.
“James Barnes, my friends call me Bucky, though. In fact, everyone calls me Bucky. I don’t even know why I told you my real name.” He visibly cringed, scrunching up his nose before laughing, a sound that echoed throughout your empty apartment.
“Bucky, huh? [Y/F/N]. It’s nice to meet you.” You held out your hand for him to shake. His hand was warm, strong. It almost shocked you when he gripped your hand so tight.
“Nice to meet you too, [Y/N]. I’ll be over in 2B if you need anything. A strong man to help you unpack, I don’t know.” He smiled, his eyes shining as he did so.
You laughed, looking him up and down. “I’m sure you’re fully capable of doing so, but I think I can manage on my own.”
“Alright then, doll. I’ll see you later.” He waved slightly as he walked off back into his own apartment.
You stood at the door for a second. Doll? Your heart fluttered at the thought. I’m sure it’s just a thing he calls everyone. You tried to convince yourself, though you had a hard time believing.
You began unpacking your boxes. It didn’t take long, you didn’t take many things with you from your old home back in the country. You thought it was best to not over-encumber yourself. You sighed however, looking at how empty the apartment was. Almost all the walls were an awful off-white colour, the laminate looking bland. It didn’t look like it was yours. You needed to add some personality.
You were locking your door as Bucky came out of his apartment. You turned, flashing a quick smile.
“Hey, neighbour.” He said, leaning against his doorframe. You gathered that was a thing he did a lot.
“Hey… Are you stalking me? I’m finding it hard to believe it’s just coincidence we left at the same time.” You giggled, leaving back against your door, shoving your key into your purse.
“Well, that’s an idea…” He started, laughing afterwards. “No, I promise. I was about to go out and get milk because, silly me, I forgot I ran out yesterday.”
“The old milk excuse. Gotcha.” You winked as you went to make your way down the stairs.
“Hey! It’s not an excuse.” Bucky followed you down the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing.
“Sure it isn’t.” You said sarcastically.
“It’s not!” He ran down a few steps to catch up to you. “Where are you going anyway?”
“An art store. Though, I don’t know any near here.” You stopped as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “Do you?”
“Yes, I do. There’s one a few blocks down, I can walk you to it.” He grinned, looking down at you.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine. But that’s only because I don’t know where it is.” You walked out the building, Bucky following quickly behind.
It didn’t take long to get there. You spent most of the journey answering Bucky’s questions about you, where you were from, what your favourite colour was and so on. He was very eager to get to know you, but you didn’t think much of it for the time being.
“Wait, you’re coming in with me? I don’t need a babysitter you know,” You laughed as you held the door open.
“Yeah, why not? I love art, my friend, Steve, used to study it.”
“Ah,” you said wandering around the shop, looking for the paint section.
“And, I figured I should also take you to the convenience store. I need milk, and you most definitely need some food.” He followed you around, like a puppy. Only taller, and a lot scruffier.
“You would be right to assume that,” you giggled.
Finally, you reached the paint section. You traced your fingers over the shelves, trying to decide which colours to pick.
“Uh, I think you might need more than little 25 millilitre pots to paint your apartment.” He remarked.
“I’m not going to paint the whole wall, silly. I like art, I’m going to draw patterns on them.” You picked up a turquoise green, studying it carefully.
“Oh? That’s different. Wish I was that smart.” He studied you while you were looking at the paints, though you didn’t notice.
“It’s what I did at home. I didn’t really feel the vibe of solid colours. Patterns are more pretty.” You settled on the turquoise, along with a vibrant red and a few other colours.
“It’s unique. I like it.”
You paid for the paint, then walked into the cool night air. You shivered slightly.
“Should’ve worn a jacket.” You mumbled to yourself, crossing your arms.
“Here,” Bucky started taking off his jacket.
“No, no. You don’t have to do that.” You smiled, silently thanking him for the gesture.
“Who said you had a say? I’m wearing three layers. You’re wearing one.” He handed you his jacket and you, reluctantly, took it.
“I guess you have a point. Thanks.” You said, slipping the jacket on. It was far too big, which made Bucky chuckled at the sight. But it was cosy, the warmth enveloping you. You sighed at the feeling.
“No problem, doll.” Bucky walked a few paces ahead, not noticing the blush rising to your face. “Store’s up this way, you coming?”
You nodded ‘yes’ as you walked back up to him.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
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