a collection of oneshots i've written on tumblr via @/ladyvesuvia of both angst and fluff! some of these have already been published separately on my account.
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PAIRING: Architecture Student!Bucky Barnes x Roommate!Reader SUMMARY: After your apartment room burns down, you're left with no choice but to live with your neighbor for a while in his spare room. That is, until something comes up and temporary becomes permanent. In the midst of the situation, Bucky's unwillingness to become friends wavers when you fall sick. WORDS: 8.6k REMINDER(S): fluff. apartment fire. whump. food. showering scene. arguing. jealous!bucky. cursing. drinking. intoxication.
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I. When You Moved In
It's unfair, you thought to yourself as you walked into your room upon seeing the blackened bits of walls and burnt furniture.
You had just come home as fast as you can after shopping for groceries and this ghastly sight is what greets you.
You had lost all your things except for the ones you had brought along with you. It was a bit of a relief that you had your backpack containing all of your textbooks, notes, and laptop.
The rest left in your apartment were either burnt to a crisp or just straight up trash now.
It has only been four months since you moved in yet here you are now, struggling to come to terms with the situation. No way you were going home. You won't just give up and leave this home you've made for yourself just because of a stupid hair straightener you forgot to unplug before leaving.
Thankfully, the fire hadn't spread to the other rooms. Apparently, the guy who lived next door immediately called the emergency hotline.
Problem, however, is that it'll take about a month or two to fix it. The landlord is not pleased as well as the other neighbors. As the firemen began to leave, you tried hard not to look back at the other tenants looking from their slightly open doors.
You knew exactly what they were thinking: "Better you than us."
You had hesitantly knocked on the door. He opens up. "Hi. Bucky, right?"
"No, it's James."
Ignoring this, you put some of your grocery bags down and began explaining yourself: "First of all — er — thank you for calling the fire department otherwise I'd be in court sometime in the future and I know that this is a very big favor to ask of you but ... could I stay here until it gets fixed? I'll pay you rent."
Much to your surprise, he closes the door on you.
You knock again. He opens the door, annoyance very much visible on his face. He could not be more blunt.
Of course, out of sheer desperation, resorting to respectful negotiation was a safe choice. "I'll cook, I'll pay you rent, and I won't be a bother."
He raises a brow. "You won't be a bother?"
"Yes, I won't. I swear. I'll follow your rules and whatnot," you answer. "I'll cook, clean, and pay rent. And that, yes, I won't be a bother."
"I seriously doubt that. You burning down your own apartment when it's right next to mine sounds like a bother to me."
