FYI: (Y/H/A) = Your home address.
(Y/H/P/N) = Your home phone number.
You wake up with a dry throat, it feels like you've been coughing. You stretch and sit up in bed, sighing and feeling extremely tired. Suddenly you get a weird feeling.
How did you get home? You don't remember ever actually walking in your front door.
Just then you realise that you in fact aren't actually in your own room. You don't recognise this place, in fact, it looks like a guys room.
What the fuck? You think confused and slightly terrified too. What did you do last night?
Wait what even is the time? It's dark outside.
As if on cue everything comes rushing back to you vividly. Falling in the water and thinking you were going to drown. That's all you can remember before blacking out.
Someone must've rescued you and brought you back to their house. That's the only solution right?
Well what are you going to do now then? Do you stay or not? You can't really just leave without saying thank you but surely if you stay that would just be awkward.
After a few minutes of debating on whether or not to stay in bed and pretend to be asleep until someone hopefully eventually checks on you you decide to just leave a note on the pillow and quietly leave. You find a pen and pad of paper on the table of whoever's bedroom it is and right a note.
Dear Home Owner,
If I am here for the reason I believe I am thank you very much for rescuing me. It is much appreciated. You saved my life!
I didn't want to disturb you or take up any more of your space and cause you more trouble than I already have so I thought it best that I just head off now.
Once again, thank you so so so so much. If I caused you any trouble or money for whatever reason that may be, my home address is (Y/H/A) and my phone number is (Y/H/P/N). Please do not hesitate to contact me and I am more than willing to repay you in anyway you seek fit.
Kind regards, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).
You're just about to sign the letter off when you think of something else to write.
P.S. Sorry for using your, pen, paper and bed.
Needless to say you are feeling extremely guilty about the whole thing.
You make the bed and place the note on the pillow. Now that you're kind of up and about and no longer wrapped up in blankets you realise that your clothes are still damp and you're actually really cold.
It's so tempting to take one of the blankets for warmth but you know you can't do that. Instead you leave the room as quietly as possible trying to keep your chattering teeth in check, tiptoe down the hallway and into the lounge and head straight for the front door. The whole apartment is dark apart from a soft orange glow emitting from the fireplace. and it's quite hard to see. As hard as you try you do bump into a few things and make some noise, your breath hitching and causing you to cringe every single time.
You had thought that you were sleeping in the spare room and that your rescuer must've been sound asleep in the other bedroom. However just as you are reaching for the door handle you quickly learn that that is not the case.
"Oh your up!" A hoarse voice exclaims tiredly.
Completely not expecting it you jump and scream, whipping around and pinning your back against the door. You look around desperately trying to find a body or at least some kind of source to match the voice. Finally you spot a shadowy figure sitting on the couch, their silhouette barely illuminated by the meager amount of light provided by the fire.
"Woah! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." They chuckle, you see them move to hold up their hands in reassurance.
By now you can tell that it's a man.
"Wh-who are you?" You stutter scared.
"You're making it sound like it's your house." They laugh again.
"Oh, your right. Sorry." You mumble embarrassed.
"What's going on?!" Another voice suddenly shouts as the other bedroom door flings open and suddenly the whole room lights up.
"Ah! There's two of you?!" You yelp and can't help but jump again.
Caught off guard, you look between the two men in shock. Both men look youngish, maybe around your age. The one in the bedroom you can't help but notice is unusually small - in a weight respect - with hollow cheeks, pale skin, a concerned look on his facd and blonde hair. That's about as much of him as you can see because the rest of him is hidden in the darkness of his room except for a blue striped pyjama sleeve as his boney hand reaches out, still resting on the light switch.
Meanwhile the man on the couch who is shirtless with a woolen blanket covering his lower half is extremely good looking. His skin has a healthy, olive glow, his eyes are so blue you can see it from across the room, his cheekbones and jawline are sharp and chiseled and his chocolate hair is a little messy on his head, obviously from being asleep on the couch. And this isn't even mentioning his abs that are still defined even as he lays back, relaxed against the arm of the couch. There is a sprinkling of hair on his muscular chest and a dusting of it trailing up his lower abdomen to his belly button. He grins at you and shuffles to cup his hands behind his head causing his biceps to bulge on full display, clearly amused by your startled expression.
It is hard to not wonder how two people who seem so different in looks and personality just from first impressions have ended up living together. The blonde one seems a lot more shy and serious while the brunette who seems like a cocky asshole who to be honest looks like he could be friends with anyone he wanted, not a puny, geeky looking guy like the blonde one. Although, you know you can't judge them on first impressions.
"Where are you going?" The brunette one asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"U-um." You cough and clear your throat. "I guess you guys live hear?" you say changing the subject and feeling awkward.
"Oh yeah, sorry," the brunette one says as he sits back up and shakes his head to stop himself from staring at you. "I'm Bucky and this is Steve," he explains and turns slightly to point to the blonde one.
"Oh, I'm (Y/N)." You offer a small smile. "Did you um..." You trail off not really knowing what to say.
"Yes. I'll avoid all the sappy modesty. Yes, Bucky saved you. He jumped into the river and got you out." The one named Steve walks out of his room and huffs.
He's even scrawnier and unwell looking than you first thought.
Raising your eyebrows you look over at Bucky, the one on the couch, to see him smiling sheepishly and kind of avoiding eye contact. When you finally catch his gaze he kind of just bites his lip nervously.
"Wow, I don't know what to say except thank you so much." You say gob smacked.
"It was nothing." He shrugs modestly. "I wasn't just going to let you drown."
"Nothing?" Steve interrupts. "Bucky come on now, even I have to agree. You saved her life. That's no small feat."
Bucky only seems to blush more. You nod in agreement with Steve.
"And not just that. When you arrived home it was like... God, I don't even know, I've never seen you so like focussed and determined to help someone. And that's saying something," he continues.
"Shut up punk that's enough," you hear Bucky say through gritted teeth.
"Really? Wow." You shake your head in amazement. "What can I do to repay you?"
"Nothing seriously, it's fine." He chuckles and throws back his blanket to get up, revealing checkered boxer shorts that are just tight enough to give away his secrets.
You have to force yourself to avert your eyes as he strides over to you looking very confident.
It's confusing, both men seem different to how they come across. Steve, who seems quite serious and solemn is actually really friendly and Bucky who looks like - and kind of acts like - a jerk and so far seems to be quite a joker is actually unexpectedly modest.
"You didn't answer my question," he says quietly with a small smirk. "Where are you going?"
"Um," you start, not really knowing how to reply.
"You're shivering." Bucky frowns, cutting you off as he comes closer. "You're cold."
You'd been too side tracked to think about that at the moment.
"Sorry, I didn't want to um, take off your clothes or anything cos I thought it might be uh, you know, inappropriate." He mumbles embarrassed.
Add sweet and gentlemanly to the list of unexpected qualities too.
"Oh no, it's okay." You blush and look down, suddenly becoming self conscious and wrapping your coat around yourself.
"Do you want another blanket?" he offers.
"Oh no it's okay. I was just going to head home actually." You shake your head.
"Is that where you were sneaking off to then?" He grins and quirks an eyebrow. "You don't need to rush off."
"Oh no, I don't want to be a bother," you assure him.
"Easy now Buck, you don't want to scare her off by seeming too desperate," Steve jokes.
"Please, it's the middle of the night. At least stay until morning. You can stay in my bed still and we can make you breakfast," Bucky insists.
"You're not murderers are you?" you ask apprehensively.
"No I promise not," Steve assures you.
"Come on (Y/N), you shouldn't be out at this hour and you need to rest," Bucky presses.
"Oh alright I suppose so if you're offering." You sigh.
"Great." Bucky smiles. "Now I'll get you another blanket and you can head back to bed, there's no rush to leave.
"Oh no please, I'm happy to sleep on the couch. I don't want to kick you out of your own bed. Besides, the fire looks lovely and warm," you explain.
"Are you sure?" Bucky quirks an eyebrow.
"Positive." You nod.
Bucky's POV:
After getting you a whole pile of blankets Bucky heads to his room to go back to sleep. He sighs and smiles to himself as ye closes the door behind you, both in relief that you're okay and happiness about the fact that he got to talk to you. You're so sweet and even prettier than he first thought.
As he lays his head on his pillow he is startled by a crinkling and a rough surface meeting his ear. Frowning, he turns his bedside light on and sits up, grabbing what he can now see is a peace of paper with a note on it that of course he can't help but read.
He grins and let's out a breathy laugh as he finishes it. How sweet. You must've written it thinking you weren't going to meet him.
And that phone number and address could come in handy...