Goodnight (America x Male!reader) [for Emers]

It had only been a week since you started rooming with Alfred F. Jones at your new school, World Academy, and you already hated him. What can you say, you don’t always get along well with people, and he’s annoying! Everything he does, really. He’s always way too loud, he never tells you when his friends are coming over, he has no sense of personal space, he’s way too excitable, his hair is stupid, he’s scared easily, his face is annoying, his smile is way too fucking cute, his eyes are so damn distractingly beautiful, his stupidass lips are-

Okay maybe you lied a little when you said you hated him.

If you were being completely honest, which you really never were, you would have said that you had a little crush on that stupid blonde. And technically, you did say it. Many times. It was just your choice of words while saying it that threw people off.

“He’s so goddamn distracting.”

“Alfred F. Jones is getting hard to look at, he’s such an idiot.”

“My roommate is so embarrassing, help-”

“Tch.”

-and so on. Really, you were being pretty truthful. He was amazingly distracting. His face, his soft hair and his voice, his eyes were always stuck in your head. When you two went to bed, you would sometimes lie there for hours, staring across the room at Alfred, and you saw how beautiful he looked while he slept, and found how mesmerizing he was. Even when you finally got to sleep, you would sometimes dream of him as well. You were barely functional in class, you zoned out often, you were even losing sleep because of this boy. Your mind was plagued by Alfred F. Jones.

This stupid little crush was certainly getting out of hand.

.


It was after dinner, and you really had no plans for the rest of the afternoon. Your closest friends here, two irritable asses who went by the names of Emil and Erik, had plans already. Emil with his boyfriend, Leon, a guy you thought was pretty chill and fit well with him, and Erik with who-knows. He had quickly given you the excuse of needing to water his plants and dashed off. Yeah right, plants. Consequentially, you were going to spend the night in your dorm, probably on Netflix and stuffing your face while wearing PJs.

When you got to your dorm, Alfred wasn’t there, thank goodness. He probably had plans, which was more than likely, as it was a Friday afternoon. This was perfect for you, really, your date with the internet could go uninterrupted. You dropped your things on the floor and walked to the bathroom, running a hand through your (h/c) locks. You quickly changed and looked in the mirror. Somewhat messy hair, long sleeve black and green stripped t-shirt, green and black polka dot flannel PJ pants. Standard night time clothes around the dorms. The only thing that wasn’t customary about this scene was that the clock in the main room you shared with a certain blonde read 6:30pm (18 ½ hrs).

You yawned and trudged to your bed, where you burrowed into the covers with your (f/c) laptop, a bag of pretzel sticks, and a can of Arizona* nearby.

“Hello, Netflix, my dear.”

. four hours later .

You had fallen asleep.

You had fallen asleep on your bed, surrounded by blankets and a few stray pretzels. The screen on your laptop had gone black a while ago, so it was rather dark in the room. That was, until a certain obnoxious roommate came in and flipped on the light. He moved around the room relatively quietly for once, humming a tune. It was a full ten minutes before he realized you were indeed there, asleep in one of the most adorable poses he had ever seen. Truth be told, Alfred F. Jones liked you just as much as you liked him, so of course he couldn’t resist sitting on the edge of your bed and leaning over to get a better look at you.

This was the most peaceful he had ever seen you, and he was completely entranced. Entranced by the way you breathed, the way your lips were parted slightly, how your hair had fallen, how soft you looked. At that very moment all he really wanted to do was kiss those beautiful lips, but that would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it?

.

To hell with it.

At the very moment you drearily blinked awake, Alfred F. Jones had placed a hand behind your neck to steady you, and was pressing his lips against yours with a tender care that you would never had expected from him. He didn’t want to wake you, after all, not knowing that it was already too late for worrying of that.

You were still in a daze from your sleep, and without thinking, looped your arms around your roommate’s shoulders. The roommate in question visibly tensed and fumbled for words, attempting to make everything look like an accident, somehow. But instead of spitting out an excuse, the blond was struck with confusion as he was pulled into the arms of the boy he had just kissed- as if he was a giant teddy bear.

Alfred wasn’t as much of an idiot as you liked to call him. In reality, he was rather good at figuring things out if given the right clues. Smiling softly, Al moved your laptop and snuck on top of you, letting your tired form mindlessly use him as a big warm stuffed animal.

“Goodnight, ya dork.”