Just Roommates

Prologue

Just a few things from the author:
I do NOT write smut. I'm tired of getting comments saying "robbed" on chapters that are my version of leading up to it. I don't feel comfortable writing it, so I ask kindly not to leave comments that put down my type of writing.

Besides that! Thank you for choosing to read my story, and I hope you enjoy it! I read through each and every one of your comments and love to see your thoughts and feelings throughout❤️
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Bucky ran down the hall at full speed after hearing his "lady friend" stir as he threw on some boxer shorts to semi-cover himself.

Usually, they were dressed and out the door, before he even had the chance to wake up. That's how he liked it: no awkward morning-after conversation or tense trying-to-show-them-out small talk.

Yet again, not all girls knew how one-night stands worked, and this one seemed to be one of those individuals. Katie? Karlie? Kristen? Her name started with a K and was an easy one, but he couldn't even remember it if someone held a knife to his throat. All the more reason to not be there when she woke up.

But he wasn't fast enough...

He heard the door of his room creak open and a tired voice say his name. He did what he had to do. He saw the light on in the bathroom, the closest door to him, and without hesitation, turned the knob and slipped in before she could see him in the hall.

"Buck-!" Y/N started at almost being bulldozed by the brunette stone wall of a man.

"Shh! Shhh!" he hushed, throwing his hand over her mouth and grabbing her arm, unconsciously pulling her into him, trying to quiet her.

"Hmph, hmm!" she mumbled into his palm, trying to push away but being in a position that kept her from getting the upper hand.

"I know. I know. I'll explain in a second, but for now, I need your help," he said, staring from the bathroom door to her eyes and pleading with his own for her cooperation. She rolled those Y/E/C eyes of hers and stopped fighting him.

He nodded and slowly pulled away his hand. He took in their predicament and realized that she had just gotten out of the shower... The only thing keeping them from skin-to-skin contact was the towel she had tightly wrapped around herself.

He pulled away suddenly, embarrassed, and tried to play off the fact that he was struggling to look away from her. But he had other issues ahead. He cleared his throat before avoiding eye contact and turned back to the door.

"Uh, so I had a girl over last night-"

"As you usually do," Y/N chuckled dryly under her breath. Bucky watched her ruffling her wet hair in the mirror as she returned to her routine. Seemingly unbothered about the little clothing she was wearing or Bucky's sparse amount of clothing.

This wasn't anything too big of a deal, considering they had lived together for the past two years. They had seen each other in vulnerable states before, as roommates tend to do without meaning, but this seemed a little more intimate in the small space.

"Ha ha," he faked laughed, sending her a bitch face in the mirror before backing up and distancing himself from the door. "But really. She won't leave, and I think she's looking for me."

"What? A girl looking for something more than a one-night stand. Who would have thought?" she sassed, pausing in her motion for a second to send him a "you're joking, right?" look.

"OK, usually I'm all for your sarcasm and sass, but with it being directed toward me, I-"

"99% of the time, it's directed toward you," she interrupted. "Get to the part where you explain why you just came crashing in while I was in the shower," she went on, grabbing product for her hair.