Roommates, Routines and Best Friends
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Summary: (AU) being roommates with the infamous womanizer Bucky Barnes is tough, especially when all he does is bring home different girls every night and complain about you and your choice of men. masterlist
Words: 2990
Warnings: this looks really crappy :) there might be typos :)))
Roommates, Routines and Best Friends - Epilogue
You mentally cursed yourself the second the sun began to brighten your room. Why the hell did you go to sleep so late? Sighing, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and rubbed your eyes. The shirt you were wearing was the most comfortable thing on earth, next to your king sized bed of course. Yawning, you stood up and stretched. The white button-down shirt crept up on your thighs, exposing your freshly shaven legs.
Your bare feet made soft patters when you walked across the floor and into your kitchen. The new apartment that was now under your name- and someone else’s too- was beyond perfect. You had always dreamt of owning a loft-style apartment. Yeah, the rent was pretty up there but your new, well-deserved position at your new dream job provided the perfect income. Plus, the rent wasn’t paid by you but if needed- you had the money. You still didn’t know why, since you were extremely old-fashioned and believed in combining incomes with your partner, but he was also a gentleman. Yeah, you combined your money with his but it’s not like he ever took the card and started adding charges left and right. No. He never did that- not without you at least.
There was something about the smell of fresh coffee brewing on an early Saturday morning that just made your insides melt and freeze into a beating heart. And the smell of bacon. God, the smell of crisp bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove hit right at home. And then there was the view of him standing there, with those annoyingly stupid grey sweats hanging low on his waist, sneaking bites of bacon- very nonchalant.
You stood against the counter and tried to be as quiet as possible. You rest your elbows on the countertop and softly held your chin up. The sounds of him humming some very old song made you smile. This is exactly what made your stressful week disappear behind you. It was just you and him. And occasionally some friends, but mostly you and him. And this is what made you happy.
You continue watching him cook breakfast for the two of you, poking at the bacon and placing it on a plate covered with napkins. You raise your eyebrows at that. Just last week, he was complaining about how greasy the bacon left his fingers until you told him to place it on a napkin. He was extremely awestricken. You swore right there that that was why you fell in love with him.
Tiptoeing your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his shoulder. You smile against his bearskin as you immediately felt his warm, big hands rest on top of yours. You rest your chin on his shoulder and feel him lean into you. “‘Morning, sleepy head,” he teases. The sound of his voice carries into your chest.
“It smells so good in here,” you say after you playfully rolled your eyes. He grabs your hands and turns himself around, placing your hands on his shoulders. You smile lovingly, feeling his arms rest around your waist made your whole world spin. And when he looked at you like that, like you were the only girl he’s ever laid eyes on. You were his. For certain. He clenches his jaw and smiles, moving his hands up to the sides of your face. His thumbs caress your cheek. His hands were so warm. They were always so warm. You look at the man that’s been by your side for more than two years now. The man that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, which you were pretty sure that would happen.
His thumb runs across your lips and he pulls you closer, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. The way he always does when he sees you. “You’re so beautiful,” his raspy voice barely above a whisper. You shake your head and lean into his chest. You grip around his neck tightens as you pull him into your embrace. The sound of his chuckle echoes in your ears as he rests his chin on top of your head.
“You’re crazy,” you mumble against his skin. “For you,” he says, not even a second later. You snort and break out into a fit of laughter. It was early, and he always did that. He would say something super cheesy, knowing damn well you would laugh at anything when you’re half awake.
You push yourself away from him and walk over to the plate of bacon. “So,” he begins as you bite into the crispiness and look up at him, “I just got off the phone,” you turn around and watch him place his arms on the counter behind you, trapping you in, “and we got invited.”
Raising your eyebrows, “invited where…,” you motion for him to go on with the bacon in your hand.
“Invited to an engagement party.” You raise your eyebrows more, your eyes wide open. You quickly chew the bacon in your mouth and swallow.
“Oh my gosh, what? When? Whose,” you shout over excitedly. He chuckles and looks at you. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything either. You furrow your brows and stand up straight, his height towering you. He tugs at the shirt you were wearing- his shirt.
“(Y/n), doll, I um- I’ve.. well I just got off the phone with Steve. And-,”
“Steve and Peggy are engaged,” you interrupt. He hums and looks up, shaking his head, trying to put his words together.
“Lemme talk, doll,” you nod and wrap your right arm around his waist while you let him take a bite of your bacon with your left hand. He swallows the piece you shared and clears his throat. “I was talkin’ta Steve. And well, I was just- we were talking about you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you,” he bops your nose, “And I was just telling him how much I love you. How much I adore you. How much I like the way you crinkle your nose when you don’t like something and you’re too afraid to hurt my feelings and say no. I um- I told him last week that I went somewhere.”
“Oh yeah? Where’d ya go,” you curiously ask as you wrap both arms around his neck. The sound of the oven dinging made the two of you jump. You watch your boyfriend pull himself away from you and grab a hand towel next to the stove. He opens the oven and takes out his famous cheesy biscuits.
“Um, that place you like. It’s very high-end and sparkly,” he says as he places the hot sheet pan on the countertop with a loud clash. He hisses and pulls his hand away quickly. You step towards him and he holds his hand up, letting you know he was fine and he was just overdramatic.
You gasp playfully. “You went to Jared,” you exclaim jokingly. He chuckles softly and grabs a spatula, unsticking the biscuits from the foil. He clears his throat and doesn’t say anything. You stop giggling and swallow the lump in your throat. “You went to Jared?”
He puts the spatula down and turns to you, resting his hands on the countertop behind him. His eyes a light blue, the light blue you love so much. A smile creeps up on his lips and you just fucking stand there staring at him. “I did. I told Steve about it and he was just asking about that.”
“Did you- did you buy anything,” you ask, stepping forward. He nervously laughs and shakes his head.
“Na, no I didn’t,” he watches your reaction. He couldn’t help but notice the way your chest fell and the way you blinked, the slight frown you quickly covered with that bright smile of yours.
“Good, cause that place likes more than three zeros, yanno,” you tease. He chuckles and nods, pushing himself off of the counter. He walks closer to you and ruffles your hair.
“Like I said, we got invited to an engagement party,” he repeats as he rests his hands on your waist. You tilt your head up at him and wrap your small hands around his wrists.
“James, baby, whose?”
“Remember when I said I didn’t buy anything from your favorite place? Well,” he begins, you chuckle nervously and knit your eyebrows together. You feel a cold breeze on the spot he had his right hand on and watch him raise his hand above his head to catch something. You quickly whip your head around to see a smirking, blonde familiar man standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a girl with a huge smile next to him. You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it, trying to piece everything together. Like how the hell they hid from you in the very open floorspace.
“We hid in the restroom,” Peggy says. Over the course of two years, there wasn’t really anyone you’d rather get closer to than Peggy Carter. The two of you became fast friends. Ever since that day you met her. After explaining who you were and well, explaining the part where you dated the love of her life, the two of you began hanging out a lot more. And Steve couldn’t have been happier. Because in the end, all that he needed was for Peggy to give him another chance. After all, they were soulmates. Well, Steve and Bucky were soulmates. You two were just the girlfriends. The iconic duo needed each other, it was pretty damn obvious. So while you and Peggy went out for mimosas, Steve and Bucky went for a morning jog.
You turn back to Bucky, quickly looking for his eyes. You let out a breath and look down. And there he was. With the most nervous look on his. “Um, Steve. Steve bought something. For me. For you- for me to give to you,” he says in a rush. You shake your head and watch him shift the box in his palms, his elbow resting on his knee.
“Bucky,” you say softly.
“Shh, angel. Don’t make me even more nervous than I already am,” he chuckles. He swallows again and nods to himself, looking up at you. “(Y/n). I love you. You know I do. Before you came around, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever use those three words. And every time you’re around me, you make my heart race a thousand miles a second. Just hearing your voice, looking at the gorgeous smile of yours and knowing that I’m the reason behind it. It’s heaven. You’re not hard to get. Not at all. You’re hard to earn. And I am so fucking happy that you’re mine. Because that means I earned you. I fucking earned you, (y/n). I never earn anything nice. But here you are. Looking for a damn apartment,” he chuckles. You laugh softly and roll your eyes playfully, ignoring your watery eyes. “It’s uh, it’s funny how things work out. Steve, he went to buy the ring for me. Since I’m shit at hiding things from you, I let him hide it. Even though he sucks at that too. Fuck, I really wish I knew good words and romantic lines.”
“Maybe you should finally sit down and watch The Notebook with me,” you say with a sniffle. He laughs breathlessly and grabs your hands.
“I’ll watch anything with you. Whenever you want. At six in the morning at two in the afternoon. In the middle of the night. I will. I’ll watch whatever with you. I love you. And I love the way you say my name and the way you know how much mayo I like in my sandwich. I love the way there’s always fresh plums in the fridge when I get home form work. I love the way you look in my clothes. And I love the way you look when you’re laying on our bed. I can go on forever and ever so I’m just gonna stop and save those ‘I love you’s for another day. Because that’s what I want with you. I want days. No, months- years. I want forever with you. That engagement invitation. Hopefully.. it’s ours. If- if you want it to be. Marry me, doll. Say yes. Or no. Will you marry me,” he rambles. You swallow the lump in your throat, your mouth dry as hell. Your eyelashes soaked as you blink. You hear a sniffle. And you’re pretty sure it was Peggy. She likes to act tough but really, she’s more emotional than you are. You stare into Bucky’s blue eyes, his hands shaking as he holds open the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. It was simple, just the way you had always dreamed of it being.
“Are you serious,” you croak, a smile following fast behind. Bucky chuckles and nods.
“Very.”
“You wanna do this,” you ask.
“Do you?”
You look at him with a smile he only knows. “Yes. Hell yes,” you say. His eyes open wide and his smile stretches across his face as soon as he hears the first letter. He nods quickly and stands up, grabbing your face and pulling it to yours. He kisses you like he’s never kissed you before. His happiness radiating from the kiss. You kiss him and continue kissing him as you help him slide your finger into the perfectly sized ring.
“I love you so much,” he says into the kiss. You giggle, grabbing his face with your now decorated hand.
“I love you, James,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away for air. His hands lost in your hair as he looks into your familiar eyes.
“I love you guys,” two voices say as you feel extra arms wrap around you and your new fiancé. You giggle and let go of Bucky, extending your arms around the other two people as well.
“So this means we’re having a bachelors party right,” Steve blurts out. Peggy slaps the back go his head playfully and snorts.
“Only if it it means we get to have a bachelorette party,” she says.
You chuckle, shaking your head as you look at Bucky again. This time, you caught the way he was looking at you. You caught the way his gaze stayed glued to yours. The way his lips curled in a smile you love so much. The look in his eyes. Everything was in that look. Everything the two of you went through to get to this moment. The many times you broke each others heart only to find out nothing would feel better than holding each other. You mouth those three words to him and send him the same look he sends you after he says it. You watch him smile and nod, pushing Peggy and Steve aside as he grabs your face for another kiss.
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