#college!bucky banres

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She’s Not Mad

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways. 

Words: 9k (if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been...)

Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn

A/N: thanks for the patience! 

Masterlist

A Couple of Weeks Ago…

“So, you’re not a thing?” Bucky asked as he shoved his laptop and notebook back into his bag, grabbing the handle of his water bottle and choosing to carry it with him for the walk. 

The two boys were higher up in the rows of the lecture hall as they peered over the two girls talking to the professor. Steve had his eyes drilled into Natasha, the girl standing off to the side as her friend went over a question she had. 

“She told me she is still figuring out her feelings since her last serious relationship,” Steve sighed as he packed up as well, “and I told her I’d wait- apparently this guy’s parents had given their family engagement ring and everything.” 

Bucky pulled the corner of his lips out tight as they began to walk down the stairs, “who’s the other girl?” 

“The one that was just asking the question is Y/N,” Steve watched as both girls left the room, “good friends, met last year, live together now.” 

“She’s cute,” Bucky said purely, no smirk or innuendo.

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You sat over your laptop in the library with both hands acting as a brim to cover your eyes from the people around you. Tears rolled down your face as you studied the practice question, you felt pathetic and you tried to sniffle as quietly as possible. If anyone saw you silently bawling you’d drop out, it was stupid enough already when the librarian walked over and dropped a tissue box off without saying a word. 

“What do you mean?” you whispered to the page for the hundredth time, hoping for some answer. 

You had done the homework, you went to the study groups, you even extended your prof's office hours because you wanted to make sure you were doing everything right. Yet here you were, sitting alone on a Friday night because you still can’t do the practice assignment. Quitting felt like the only option, it wasn’t like everything was going to click; it was too late. 

This was just going to become the thing that you could never do, simple as that. Sometimes there are subjects that no matter how hard you try, you don’t have the flair. It was a tough pill to swallow but you’d never be able to do any work if you’d continue to hold yourself to a high standard, it was a win to get the little things right, not the entire question. 

The idea of failing was new to you. The jump from high school to college was still something you never adapted to, you always expected nineties on everything and not the mindset that C’s get degrees. 

Trying to do the question was like beating a dead horse, you needed a break. You ran your hands over your face and leaned back in your chair, hearing pops from your back as you did so, until you were leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. When you looked straight you saw someone already staring at you. 

He had longer brown hair that hit his jawline, blue eyes that jumped out at you, and a very concerned look on his face. He was familiar but you didn’t know what it was from. 

“Are you Natasha’s friend?” The guy came up to your empty table. 

“Yeah?” You wiped away your tears, extremely confused as he pulled out the chair right beside you to sit at the eight sided table. 

“I’m good friends with Steve, I think the two of them have something going on- not important, but I kind of know you and I'd rather not leave someone I kinda know alone crying, so…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” you rolled your eyes and faced your computer again, “the absolute last thing I need is something watching me cry, alright?” your bottom lip wobbled as you kept your eyes away from his at all times. 

He was still staring at you, “come on,” he sighed and moved his hand to comfort you but thought otherwise, “I’m not going to laugh at you or run and tell everyone I know I saw a girl crying in the library- y’know what they’d say?” You could see him tilt his head, “they’d say what’s the big deal, haven’t we all?” 

You scoffed, “no they wouldn’t.” 

“You’re calling me a liar?” 

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Bucky,” he stuck out his hand, “Bucky Barnes.” You shook his hand, “and since I am a Barnes and was raised by my ma I simply can not let this continue, it’s my obligation to either cheer you up or take you home.” 

You scoffed again and tried your best to hide your smile, “and I’m Y/N, and in my family we stress about everything and never give up so I can’t leave until I get this question, so…”

Bucky’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he flipped the laptop to face him a little better, “this is the class all four of us have together, alright,” he read over the question and immediately furrowed his brows before looking at you again, trying your best to hold it together. He knew the answer but couldn’t bear to see your reaction, it was painfully obvious you were beating yourself stupid over these questions. 

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” he asked like he was talking to a child. 

“I barely know you, dude,” you crossed your arms and ripped your laptop back to face you, “and I’ll have you know I don’t need a man to come in here and explain everything to me, alright, I’m going to figure this out on my own and I don’t need you, okay? So just head home, tell Steve I say hi.” 

Bucky took a deep breath himself, “that question isn’t marked on the homework, the reason you can’t get the answer is because the way to get it has most likely not been taught yet,” he paused and saw your face crumble, “and I didn’t want to freak you out because you look like you’ve been here a while and you seem to be beating yourself up and I just couldn’t-”

“Stop,” you whispered and covered your face with your hands, “just stop talking.” 

And he did. 

Trying your best to calm your breaths, it didn’t work. So fucking stupid, unbelievable, there’s no way you just spent close to an hour staring at a problem you didn’t even have to do in the first place. 

“Can you walk me home?” you squeeked. 

“Of course,” Bucky stood up right away and started helping you pack your bag, “I have some water, do you want it?” He held up his water bottle. You nodded and began drinking as you both made your way outside and towards your off-campus house. 

“Did you need to study?” you asked as you screwed on the cap. 

Bucky laughed and looked up at the night sky, “I was going for a walk because I heard there was a blood moon tonight, and there is, look,” he point up and saw the red mood looming above both of you, “and I just happened to walk past the library, I looked in the window and recognised your laptop as well as your hair, funny enough,” he laughed as he looked forward again. 

“So you just came in to see me?” you needed to make sure you were hearing this right, it’s not like it happens often. 

“I was going to introduce myself to you actually,” Bucky shrugged and looked over at you, “I know Steve and Nat are trying to figure things out and I thought friends of two people who might date should know one another. Then I saw you crying so I changed my game plan.”

You just nodded, slightly brushing into Bucky’s arm as you walked. It was hard to stay straight with the exhaustion taking over, every now and then you’d brush your knuckles past Bucky’s. He was a cute guy, and something about him being oh so caution around you made you feel important. 

“This is me,” you said later as you walked up the steps, “thanks Bucky, I hope we can be friends.” 

Bucky smiled and stood at the bottom of the steps, “if you ever get in your head again like that and need someone to pull you away, let me know- even in the middle of the night, alright?”

“Alright,” you laughed with your hand on the door handle. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. I look after the people close to me, I look after friends of friends like siblings,” there was no joking in his tone, it seemed other people doubted him on this promise. “I’ll give you my number,” he hand reached out for your phone. 

“I’ll be fine, you seemed to have good luck running into me,” you giggle and open the door to your house. Before it fully closed you felt resistance, looking over your shoulder you saw Bucky holding open your door. 

He was smiling, “then give me your number for another reason.” 

“Oh?” you turned and placed a hand on your chest, “you’re rather forward. 

“Well being cryptic didn’t work, did it?” He laughed and held out his hand again, “come on, I might need a study buddy one day- or even better, a lunch buddy.” you laughed as he tried to duck to meet your eyeline, “you don’t want to be my lunch buddy?”

“I’ll be your lunch buddy,” you giggled and handed him your phone, he wasted no time adding it in. “Goodnight,” you whispered and made it into your house, leaning back and resting against the door. You thought for a moment before breaking into a massive smile, replaying how he tried to keep eye contact with you. Or how he’d been so proud of how his mother raised him- “son of a bitch,” you whispered. 

He walked you back home and cheered you up. 

Just like he said he would. 

A Few Days Later…

Your phone must be hacked or something because your weather app said it would be completely clear today and sunny in the afternoon. As you sat in the cafe you thought it would clear up but it was only getting worse. 

All you needed to do was brave the rain and make your way home, but waiting for the perfect time when everything would let up for a moment was pointless. 

Walking as fast as you can with your head down, you saw your grey sweatpants become a darker shade instantly. It was a straight downpour with absolutely no sign of letting up, you swore you heard thunder when you waited at the crosswalk. Due to your phone lying to you, you had not brought a hooded article of clothing or umbrella so you just had to deal with everything going wrong. 

There definitely was thunder and the lightning was right above you, it seemed like you were the last person on Earth because everyone else was smart enough to stay inside right now; but not you. Down your little street you began to run, trying to get away from the lightning that was chasing you. 

If you could guess you’d say most people who had been struck by lightning most likely thought they were too far away, in denial as the sky opened up from above. It was hard to admit you were actually a little scared at that moment, rain getting in your eyes as you sprinted down to your house that was now in view. 

With your key at the ready you fell inside, slamming the door behind you. 

Natasha rounded the corner, “you idiot, I was trying to call you!” She screamed and saw your state, “Steve and Bucky are over-they drove over they could have picked you up,” Natasha got in your face to peel off the sweater, taking it off right over your head and leaving you in your bralette and those drenched sweatpants. 

“You took off my shirt when there’s boys here?” you whispered as you began to shake, covering your chest with crossed arms. 

“We guessed you were walking back so we put towels in the dryer,” as if on cue Bucky rounded the same corner with your fluffy towel ready, “thank you Bucky,” Natasha wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“Hi, Bucky,” you squeeked, “glad we keep meeting like this.”

Natasha had walked upstairs, most likely getting different pants. Bucky got down on one knee and slipped off your shoes, “like what?” he asked as he looked up, he reminded you of a little puppy somehow. He was as big as a great dane but there was an underlying softness that made you want to hug him or just let him wrap his arm around you. 

You huffed as you pulled the towel tighter, “when I’ve just done something embarrassing and you’re there to save the day.”

Bucky stood up with his arms crossed, “only you would think crying or getting caught in the rain is embarrassing,” he shook his head and reached out to rub your shoulder that was covered by the towel, “I like helping and I like making sure people I know are okay, you know this.”

“I do,” you whispered and walked further in your house. Before you could get anywhere near comfortable Natasha whisked you away to change your soggy pants as well as throw on a sweater, they had also been thrown in the drier, everything was very toasty and warm.

Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intensely at the football game going on. Natasha guided you back in and towards the couch. There was enough room for four of you but you knew thighs would be pressed up against one another, you were okay with that if Bucky was sitting beside you. Though you don’t see him often it was nice when you did even though you made it seem like it was embarrassing. Something about having someone who loves taking care of people take care of you so well caused you to crave it a little more. 

Bucky came around the couch with a mug, “hot chocolate for you,” he whispered and took the spot beside you, next to the arm rest. You thanked him and let your hand slightly burn on the mug when you held it, liking how the warmth began to spread up your arms. Natasha found her spot on the other side of you while Steve stayed on the edge, leaning forward and never looking away from the game. 

“This is really good,” you sipped it and whispered to Bucky, he just smiled and leaned into your side for a moment. 

“What were you working on?” he asked after a moment. 

“I was at the cafe for a little treat but before I was doing my elective course,” you spoke softly. It seemed like everything happened for a reason because you only got food at the cafe which left room for this hot chocolate now. 

“And that is?” Bucky giggled as he leaned forward again. 

“Art history,” suddenly, you were coy. Most people thought your elective was a bird course but to you it was actually interesting, it wasn’t often you were met with a positive response. 

His eyes got wide, “that’s sick!” Bucky readjusted himself off the couch, “I would have never even thought of that course, wow, that’s really cool. So, like, what do you-”

“Bucky, I love you, brother, I really do but-” Steve sighed, “can you please be quiet, this game is very important.” 

“I didn’t think the Big Game was on today?” you asked as you took another sip. 

“It’s not that,” Steve places his beer down, “it’s the State Cup Finals, it’s college football.” 

Natasha smiled and looked over, “his team’s the underdog and are actually on the road to winning the entire thing!” She giggled and linked an arm with Steve who was happy to cuddle up with her, “it’s actually very exciting once you learn the ins and outs of it.”

You just nodded and faced forward again, seeing Bucky out of the corner of your eyes rubbing his thumb on the neck of his beer bottle, staring off into space. The moment you leaned your head on his shoulder he looked over at you, your heart broke when you saw a sad smile. He was just trying to talk to you, he got excited for you and here he was being scolded. 

“Do you want to come look at some of my notes, or are you into this game?” you whispered and saw his eyes light up, both of you quickly stood and headed up stairs with your bag slung over your shoulder. 

The moment you walked into your room you felt everything slow down, Bucky slowly walked in and looked around. He was smiling to himself as he l took in your photos on the walls or posters, even your to do list seemingly growing on the white board you have mounted to one wall. 

You sat on the corner of your bed as he flipped through your notes, “so you’re, like, breaking down these paintings, it's not just the history of when they were painted?”

“Oh yeah,” you fiddled with the hem of your dry sweater, “most of these artist go insane and we look for that in the work or even just what was happening during the time with stuff that you’d learn in a normal history class but we look at if and when it get put into art,” this was your little thing you could talk about for ages, “very cool stuff.” 

Bucky nodded and flipped the pages, “your notes are amazing,” he whispered, “you’re a pretty good student, huh?” he looked over his shoulder and saw you sitting there, just staring at him as he made his way around your room. “What?” he giggled and made his way over to you, holding his hand out to get you to stand up. 

“Nothing,” you tucked your chin to your chest, getting coy at the attention. “You’re just…y’know, sweet.” 

Bucky just smiled and rubbed your arm, giggling as you both stared at one another for a moment. “Do you want to go back down?” 

“Sure,” you nodded and leaned forward, smiling as you both made your way back downstairs. 

The rain still worked its way down your windows as the beers and wine kept flowing. The game had ended a while ago but Steve and Bucky didn’t see a reason to leave, it was a good moment that no one wanted to end. You had finished your hot chocolate and moved onto wine, sipping it slowly as everyone talked. It was nice to be brought into this group even though it stemmed from Nat and Steve, there was good chemistry between the four of you. 

Talking to everyone was effortless, you didn’t need to act like someone else to fit in. no one was yelling over someone else to get their point across, there weren't any passive aggressive tones in anyone's jokes, it was carefree. It was relaxing to have people this easy to talk to. 

The only thing that wasn’t relaxing was the amount of times you caught Bucky staring at you. Everyone had migrated to the floor with their backs against different furniture so you could break out the board games, Bucky was sitting adjacent to you on your right and Steve adjacent on your left, Nat right in front. Every single move whether it be placing a card down or moving your little object around the board Bucky would find a reason to look at you. 

“Good one,” he’d pat your shoulder. 

“Let me move your piece for you,” he’d say before you could reach across the table. 

“Sorry…” he’d smile before taking your little object and moving it back four spots. 

He was very attentive, always watching and scanning. But the more you noticed it the more you figured out he was doing it to everyone, including Steve. Something happened whenever Bucky would either move Steve’s piece for him or go get another beer so he wouldn’t have to stand up, Steve would give this look. It seemed as though he was silently telling Bucky he knew something or he was pointing something out that had been a topic of conversation before. Bucky would try to laugh it off but Steve was very protective of Bucky, you just didn’t know why. 

The games had slowly come to a close, everyone not drunk but a little more than tipsy. Giggles flowed freely around the table as the conversation resumed again, your eyes were growing heavy as you traced the rim of your glass. 

“I’ll be back,” Bucky muttered as he headed to the washroom. 

The moment the door closed Steve sighed, “this kid.” 

“What?” you were getting protective, why was Steve about to talk shit about his best friend? 

Steve just shook his head, “It’s hard to see how badly Winnie fucked him up.” 

Your heart plummeted. Any tiredness had left your body faster than the little gasp escaped your lips. Who was this Winnie girl and why did he mess Bucky up? The thoughts circled your head, was he in an abusive relationship? Natasha looked like she didn’t know either, pouring more wine into her cup. 

When Bucky came back he sat closer to you and you couldn’t help but reach out and wrapped your arm around his. He must have been a little surprised but you rested your head on his shoulder and continued on like it was nothing. 

You were half asleep when Bucky tried to do something for Steve, maybe get him another beer but whatever it was it left Bucky looking like a sad puppy because Steve said, “Buck, relax, I can get my beers, thank you, but I got it, alright?”

Steve's tone was soft but also commanding, he wasn’t annoyed at all. With your eyes closed you pieced it together that Steve was trying to help Bucky in some way, maybe get him to relax a little more. It was out of love but Bucky was very quiet for the rest of the night. 

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You and Bucky had started hanging out a lot more on your own. There were a lot of late night drives or study sessions, Bucky always came to the library to walk you home if you stayed late or had turned your brain into mush during your studying. 

What Steve had said stuck with you more than you thought it would, it didn’t impact how you saw Bucky but it made you more aware of his people pleasing tendencies. You wanted to do the same as Steve, tell him it was okay but you weren’t as close. You saw how hurt he was the last time and you just couldn’t do it to him. 

Currently you were both sitting on his bed, the movie was wrapping up. Half of his laptop sat on one thigh and the other half sat on Bucky’s, your arms were linked and there was a steady brushing of your thumb on his forearm. In all honesty, you thought you were lulling him to sleep when you looked up five minutes ago to see him fighting his dropping lids. 

When the movie faded to black both of you sat there for a moment, content with the sitcom that was coming up next. You looked up again to see him with his face scrunched up, his other hand was on his back. 

“What is it?” you asked and leaned over, he was rubbing a specific spot on his lower back with his thumb. 

Bucky held his breath as he leaned forward to move his hand, “I was working out this morning and there weren't any belts left for my deadlifts and I did something to my back.”

“Do you want a massage?” you offered, he’d do the same for you. 

“I’m okay, thanks,” he looked down at your head resting on his bicep. 

“I didn’t know you worked out,” you smiled, “you don’t have the, like, bodybuilder physique.”

Bucky laughed and wiped at his eyes, giggling to himself before answering. “I don’t want that look, but…” you could see the boast on the top of his tongue, he poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek. 

“Tell me!” you sat up, taking the laptop off your lap so you could fully face him now, “are you, like, ripped or something?” you both laughed as he hugged himself so you couldn’t feel or see anything, “you are, shut up!” you placed both hands on his shoulders, his face so red from laughing and embarrassment you just wanted to take a bite out of it. 

“Steve calls it a sleeper build,” Bucky managed to wheeze out, he was trying to play-fight you off of him. 

“What the fuck is that?!” you gasped as your hands reached out but he copied you and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“It’s when someone has muscle but you can’t really see it in normal clothing,” his face was calming down as well, but that stupid smile was still on his face. “It just kinda happened, just how I am.”

You tried to move his arms around but you couldn’t, his fingers were still tightly woven with yours. You just laughed and fell back into him, cuddling up again. “I had a friend's mom who was an actual masseuse, so…” you shrugged, “I actually know what I’m doing because she’d give me massages and walk me through her process.”

“You just want to take my shirt off, don’t you?” Bucky taunted. 

“I want to make sure you’re not uncomfortable the entire time we hang out and for the rest of the week,” you giggled before snuggling into his arm again and watching the show that had come on randomly. 

It took three days before Bucky came back for that massage. 

You were hanging out again like normal and he was still trying to relieve the ache in his lower back. It was becoming sad to see him so uncomfortable so you kept reminding him of your excellent massage skills. After what you counted as his third groan of pain you just looked at him and soon enough he was asking you to turn around so he could take his shirt off and lie down. 

Choosing your angle to stand with your back to him was a science, you wanted to make sure you had the mirror to look at but you also didn’t want to make it obvious. Part of you hated yourself for wanting to catch and peek at his body but it was infamous now, you just had to look. 

And my god was it worth it. 

It wasn't an obnoxious amount of muscle that made it seem like the strength drained from his brain and into his arms. The sleeper build comment was right, you had no idea. His chest made you feel comfortable and protected, the kind of chest you’d want to fall into when the subway starts up too quick and you’re not holding onto anything. His arms were, and you already knew this, amazing at covering so much surface area for hugs. They were secure and trustworthy, you knew that when you hugged him he had you; it also helped to remember when he’d whisper it in your ear. 

“Okay,” his voice was muffled by pillows at the top of your bed. 

You turned around and were greeted by his back which was also an amazing sight, the kind of body sculptors would use and their go-to subject if no one else was there. “I have some lotion on my hands,” you warned and pressed your palms onto his back and quickly began spreading the lotion around. 

Though this wasn’t a proper table and he was resting on one cheek instead of face down you knew this was the best he’d get for a college kid. You started all over and slowly worked your way to focusing on his lower back. When you felt the knot you knew you found it, the thing was massive. The low groan Bucky let out was close to pornographic as you dug into him. 

Something about seeing him grip the sheets, making his veins pop out, did something to you. At first you only really saw Bucky as another friend or a good member of the friend group you stumbled your way into. But the more you spent one-on-one the more you realized he was your perfect guy. Any guy can be perfect physically but his personality enhanced your view for him, it made you appreciate his looks even more. 

His laugh always brought out the crinkle in his nose and those pretty teeth, the sound of him giggling was music to your ears and also was the perfect accompaniment to his squinted eyes or broad smile. The same with his little fist pumps he does when beating you at a game either around a group of friends of a video game, that stupid celebration he does every time causes him to flex his bicep but that’s secondary to the little circles he makes with his fist.  

You kept working away and looking at his rested face once in a while, seeing his eyes closed and the relieved look on his face. There was something so pure about watching the guy your slowly obsession over fall into simple relaxation all because of you, it was a treat. 

“How’s that?” you whisper, “Bucky?” trying to make sure your pressure wasn’t too hard for him you wanted to check in, but he had fallen asleep. With the opportunity in front of you, you reached out and placed your bent knuckles along his cheek, feeling the stubble tickle your fingers. 

You found him blanket on his bed and covered him up so he wouldn’t get cold with his shirt off, before leaving you placed a kiss on his forehead before heading downstairs for a snack. You also wanted to give him space, let him sleep peacefully. 

Steve was down there when you got there, another roommate of his cooking as you found Bucky’s section of snacks to choose from. 

“Where’s Bucky?” Steve asked as he looked over his shoulder, not for long due to the football playing on the TV. 

“Sleeping upstairs,” you ate the goldfish as you rounded the couch to watch the game. 

He seemed taken aback at your casualness, “what did you guys do…?” he slowly looked over, most likely trying to see if your hair was disheveled or anything was blossoming on your neck. 

“I gave him a massage,” you shrugged and fell back onto the couch, “his lower back has been killing from his workout a while ago.” 

You could see Steve look over his shoulder to see if his roommate was also hearing this, he looked over at you again and squinted. “So- and correct me if I’m wrong here- you gave Bucky a massage and put him to sleep and now you’re down here getting a snack?” 

“You would be correct,” you smiled, “would you like to do a once over of my neck for hickies or maybe rummage through the trash for condoms?” you sassed and plopped a few more goldfish in your mouth, “I was helping him.” 

That statement made Steve look over his shoulder again. The roommate just shrugged with a smile before heading down to his room in the basement, noodles steaming from the cup. You just looked at Steve as he tried to piece together everything, it was actually funny to see him try to understand. 

“Bucky doesn’t accept help from anyone,” Steve turned to face you, “it’s his thing to never want to be in debt with anyone when it comes to favours of any sort.” 

“Well,” you just sighed, “I’ve been picking up on that too but I got to him I guess, he let me do something for him.” That was all you could say because you didn’t have a full background of why Bucky didn’t accept help from anyone you just knew he didn’t; the only clues you had were Winnie and her role in this. 

“That’s good,” Steve quickly added, “I’m far from saying it’s bad, trust me, it’s just he’s been in a funk for a while when it comes to that stuff, it ebbs and flows.” 

“Do you think he’ll ever tell me?” you asked as you watched the game, too embarrassed of the question to look at Steve. It seemed there was this vital piece of information that made Bucky who he was that was dangling right in front of your face, you were falling for him but that thing that made him him was out of reach. When Steve first made the statement he siad that this Winnie girl fucked him up which implied something bad much have happened and that can also mean something isn’t necessarily right. You were never going to fix Bucky but you did want to understand so you could help be a better friend to him and not unconsciously get in the way of his mindset. 

Steve nodded, “he’ll definitely tell you,” he looked over and smiled, “I mean, you’re all he ever talks about, this kid is head over heels for you  it’s just…some guys have hard times coming to terms with their past, he’ll get there though.” 

“I know,” you nodded, “I’ll obviously never force it out but I do want him to be aware I’m here to listen, y’know?” 

“He knows,” Steve laughed and stood up, going to the cupboard and grabbing a little snack for himself as well. 

You took a deep breath before standing up and heading back upstairs, you were guessing Bucky was still fast asleep. When you opened the door you found him still laying on his bed in the exact same position, only now there was little snores coming from him. 

With a pout you crawled back onto the bed and sat next to him, placing your hand on his back and sliding it down to his arm that was bent up so his hands could rest under the pillow. Your thumb gently rubbed his arm for a moment before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it. 

The boredom ate away at you, instead of scrolling through your phone you went to his dresser to find some clothes you could change into so you could crawl under his sheets and sleep over. When you pulled open his top drawer you were met with his underwear and socks as well as a box of condoms tucked to the side, you just giggled to yourself at the painfully college male sight in front of you. 

Something about wearing his boxers made your face heat up, that was a level of intimacy you wanted to reach with him one day but you didn’t know if it was time. Looking over your shoulder after a particularly loud snore you smiled to yourself and picked up a black pair, as you held it up you remember seeing the waistband sticking out of his jeans while he reached above his head to grab something for someone - you weren’t focused on his actions at the time. 

Quickly slipping your pants off and pulling up the boxers you maneuvered to his closet, finding your favourite hoodie he wore very often. This moment of intimacy, moving around Bucky’s room while he wasn’t aware, caused a surge of confidence to shoot through you. Though you had never talked to Bucky about what the relationship between you was, you knew both of you could agree there was no room for girlfriends or boyfriends for either of you, this was the time to build the foundation for something better later. Having this idea of only being the girl in his room you took off your bralette and tucked it back in his top drawer, across from the condoms.

You didn’t choose this bra specifically but you were wearing a slightly lacey bralette, it was far from lingerie but the lace added something to it. Making sure you put it where it wouldn’t be obvious but also not hiding it, you grew giddy at the image of Bucky finding it. 

Before getting in his bed you tugged and tugged the sheets under his body before managing to get the covers fully out from under him. You scooted in and pulled the sheets up to cover both of you, it seemed he really needed the sleep because nothing was waking him up, not even the little hug you gave him before turning off the lights and falling asleep beside him. 

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You were sitting in class aimlessly scrolling through your phone during your five minute break in your lesson, your art history professor was one of the best teachers you've ever had. She was funny but also well informed, she also had a big heart and didn’t need a eulogy as a form of proof if someone asked for an extension due to a funeral service that day. 

Bucky: What the hell is in my dresser? 

Without knowing the tone or context your heart dropped. You read the text with Bucky’s voice as if he was screaming at you, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. It was in your head, you didn’t know if it was a flirty tone either. 

You: Just my bra, when I stayed over a couple of nights ago I changed into your clothes and just absentmindedly put my bra in your top drawer. I probably was just going through the motions and thought I was at my place. 

Bucky: Can I pick you up from class, when does your lecture end?

Something about him completely disregarding your explanation - lie or not - gave you the worst feeling in the world. Ice poured down your back as you watched your prof make her way back up to the little stage she teaches on, you couldn’t keep the conversation going and just needed to deal with it later. 

You: sure, it ends in an hour. 

Bucky: I’ll be there. 

Part of you didn’t want to leave when your lecture was over, you stayed in the hallway for a moment and thought of every single end of the world situation that could happen in the car. Bucky didn’t seem like a guy who hit women but your anxiety didn’t let you leave out that thought. He also didn’t seem like the guy who’d reveal he’d been dating another girl the entire time but who knows, he could be in a three year long relationship as you stood there. 

With all these terrible situations playing out in your head you decided to face it head on, you’d walk in there and wouldn’t let him talk; just saying your apologies with your eyes closed before he could get a word out. 

You walked down the steps and to the right to find Bucky’s car parked in front, coming up in the blindspot. You took a moment to take a deep breath, opening the door and sitting down as quickly as possible. 

“Do you-”

“Bucky,” you put your hand out but kept your eyes casted down, “I am so unbelievably sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I don’t know if you already have a girlfriend and she found it and it caused a rift in your relationship, or if you like to sleep with other girls and one of them found the bra and got jealous so you lost your credit. I don’t know what made you angry but please, I am so sorry for what I did, I wasn’t thinking and I just put it in there and I-...” you just held your mouth open as you looked at the center console, you had run out of things to say. “Um,” you slowly looked up to see him frozen in shock, mouth still slightly open from when he began to say something, “sorry, you were about to say something?” 

Bucky had to physically rattle his head to get out of the shock he was in, “do you want to get some coffee?” 

Your eyes flicked up and it was your turn to stay frozen, “what?” 

Bucky pulled his brows together, “I was making a joke about the bra thing,” he seemed concerned at your extremely anxious state, “I don’t care what you leave at my place, I really don’t,” normally someone would laugh in awkward situations but Bucky didn’t, it felt like it made everything worse. “Do you want coffee?” 

“What is going on?” you couldn’t believe the situation you had put yourself in, nothing was making sense. 

“Don’t get all mad at me,” now it was time for him to scoff, “you’re the one that thought I was sleeping with multiple women while I’m actively pursuing you, you idiot.” 

“Don’t call me an idiot,” you huffed and faced the front of the car, crossing your arms after putting on your seatbelt. 

Bucky laughed as he reached over and turned your face so you’d look at him, “that’s what you took from that statement?” He giggled, “babe, I just said I was pursuing you, does that just fly over your head?” 

“Wait, what?” you grew more interested, “you want to date me?” 

Bucky nodded, “have I not made it obvious?” You just shrugged and began to feel small, curling yourself further into the seat of his car, “I would like to take you out and I would like to continue to collect little pieces of you at my place while doing the same to yours, does that make sense?” 

“Then what were those condoms for?” 

“The same reason our house keeps tampons in our main bathroom,” Bucky put the car in drive and began working towards to coffee shop, “if you ever need a tampon you go and grab one, if Steve ever needs a condom and he’s out of stock in his room he comes to me,” Bucky looked at you at the stop light. 

“Oh,” was all you could say. 

“But let me get a few things straight,” Bucky placed his hand on your thigh, “I’m not sleeping with other girls, I do not have a secret girlfriend, I am not mad you left your bra in my dresser and I tried to make the text seem flirty, and finally,” he went at the green, “I really like you and I would like you to be my girl whenever we get there.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, “I’d like that too.” 

“Then it’s settled,” it was a short drive to the cafe, “let’s celebrate over coffee, shall we?” 

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, “yeah, we shall.” 

********

Your body felt like it was floating, your legs tingled and it was hard to catch your breath. As you laid on your back with your hands on your bare stomach Bucky worked his way back up from between your legs while leaving kisses on your hip bones as well as your stomach when you lifted your hands. 

“How was that?” Bucky asked breathlessly, licking his lips before kissing you. 

You kept your answer waiting, probably because he knew it already, kissing him slowly as he wanted. He was fully in control right now, setting the pace and tone of this entire afternoon. When he pulled away for a moment you complimented him like always, your hands reached up to his shoulders and tried to push him to lay on his back but he stayed strong. 

“Flip over,” you whispered and ran your hands down his chiseled stomach, working your way up to his shoulders as your fingernails raked up his back. 

“I’m all good,” he shrugged. 

“But you’re painfully hard,” you tried again to get him to move but he just fell beside you on his stomach, not allowing you to touch him where he was in fact, extremely hard. “Come on, you always do this.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled and pulled you down with him. 

“I just want to do something nice for you, you never let me do anything for you or give you any favours,” in your head it seemed like a normal observation, it was true that Bucky didn’t let anyone do anything for him while he actively tried to help everyone in anyway he knew how. 

That seemingly struck a nerve, “alright then,” he sighed and got up from the bed, heading into the bathroom as he left you naked and alone on his bed, the most lonesome feelings in the world. 

“Where are you going?” you sat up, grabbing your shirt from the edge of the bed. 

“Going to go jerk off in the shower,” he said as he closed the door. 

“You can’t be serious,” you quickly stood and made your way to the bathroom that was connected to his room. You opened the door to see him already adjusting the tap before starting the shower. “Bucky, it’s the truth, it’s who you are but it’s the truth and as your girlfriend I want you to feel good, I want to give you pleasure like you do to me.” 

You reached forward and placed your hands on his back, slowly working your way to his shoulders so you could turn him around. There looked like shame had overtaken him as he stood before you, though he was larger in size he shrunk himself down to look small. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, he didn’t know what to say. 

“If I can’t give you head then can I come in the shower and wash your hair?” you didn’t even put on the shirt you grabbed, it was dropped to the floor. “Come on, honey, it’ll feel so good.” 

Bucky only nodded before stepping into the hot shower with you. You made sure he got most of the stream on him, you stayed in front and made sure his hair was soaked before getting any product. You could see his tenseness at first but the moment your hands made contact with his scalp his eyes rolled back, his shoulders relaxed. In that moment it occurred to you that you had actually never seen his relaxed state before. 

“Doesn’t this feel good?” you whispered, making sure you used your nails to really cleanse his scalp. “Doesn’t letting yourself relax and breathe feel so good, Buck?” 

“Yeah,” it came out quiet and broken. 

Your eyes were focused on his hair the entire time, making sure you lathered up and took your time. You needed to savor this moment for both you and Bucky, you wanted him to be relaxed for a s long as possible as well as taking advantage of doing him a favour; never knowing when your next opportunity would come up. 

Gently tapped his forehead, you got him to lean back. The water immediately took off the top layer of suds but you needed to rub out the deeper layers as well. Your fingers scrubbed until the trail of water rolling down his body was pure water and had no shampoo in it. 

“I’m going to- oh, my gosh Bucky,” you reached out and saw his red eyes, “when did you start crying?” 

“I can’t remember,” he whispered and tilted his head down, the water pushed his hair to cover his eyes. 

You pushed his hair back and pulled him out a step further so the water hit his back, your thumbs quickly wiped away a mixture of water and tears off of his face. He couldn’t stop crying as you tried your best to keep his face clear, “honey, what’s wrong?” 

“I-” he choked on his own words, “I’ve never let my guard down this much,” he admitted before breaking off into harder sobs, you swooped in and pulled him tightly against your chest. 

“I know it’s a new feeling,” you whispered, “but I want you to be able to do this all the time, let your guard down around me,” it was a shot in the dark by saying this but you did it anyways, “I promise I won’t hurt you, I’ll never take advantage of your guard down, love.” 

It must have struck something because his knees buckled, his hands gripped tighter as he desperately kept you close to him. You didn’t know if you were making him feel better or worse but the act of letting go was needed for him, you kept holding him until there was nothing left to cry. 

When he pulled away he stayed close, close enough that you kissed him under the gentle rain of the shower and played with his hair at the base of his scalp. His hands stayed on your back and held you close to him, making sure you were always touching him in some way. You tried to get a good read on him but he kept his head low and gently ran his hands up and down your sides, just feeling you. 

“You’re very safe,” you whispered. 

Bucky looked up at you for a moment before keeping his eyes down for a while, his brows pulled together and it seemed like he was trying to say something but didn’t know how. Both of you were open and vulnerable, naked in the hot shower. Tears threatened to spill over at the picture of Bucky crying in front of you. 

“It was my mom,” Bucky whispered, “the one who broke me-”

“You’re not broken,” you quickly corrected, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb, “don’t say that.” 

Bucky just shrugged, “I’m the oldest, I have four sisters younger than me - all different dads.” Bucky took a deep breath and pulled you closer, “my mom…Winnie was an interesting woman who never wanted to be pregnant but somehow always ended up pregnant anyways, it also didn’t help none of the guys wanted to stick around.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the easy opportunity to hug you if he needed to. Nodding along, you encouraged him to keep going. 

“When my mom realized I could do the dirty work she would take advantage of that. I basically raised my sisters and somehow she managed to worm into my head,” he let out an angry laugh, “she’d say she loved me if I did things for her and I was a bad boy if I couldn’t or wouldn’t help her, she would say I didn’t love her if I didn’t change my sister’s diapers or bathe them while she sat on the couch.” 

“Bucky,” you were the one to instigate the hug, “that’s awful.” 

“And I’m aware of how I act now, all I’ve ever known is helping other people to make sure they love me,” he laughed again, “and it sounds stupid but I can never break out of the cycle, I always think I’m doing a good job or not being overbearing but then I start to second guess myself, you know?” he pulled away and looked at you, you quickly nodded. “I start to think about what people are saying behind my back and so I keep doing what I’m doing to stay on the safe side, I know it’s fucking annoying but I can’t help it.” 

“It’s not annoying, baby” you leaned past him and turned off the water as it grew cold, “and if you’ll let me I can help with that, I don’t want to fix you or change you, I just want you to be comfortable in this relationship and not think I’m secretly mad at you because you didn’t get me a glass of water.” 

Bucky nodded, stepped out of the shower with you and grabbed two towels. The conversation had naturally ended, Bucky didn’t have anything else to say. It was hard not to think he was overthinking again, the idea that you were causing him to stress out stressed you out. You were being truthful when you said you wanted him to be relaxed in this relationship, the last thing you wanted was underlying tension. 

Back in bed Bucky rolled over and cuddled into your breasts, holding you closely as you watched his head rise with your breath. You had no idea if he was asleep or not, you knew he wouldn’t mind either way if you played with his hair. 

“Thank you,” was all he whispered before falling asleep. 

********

You all sat around the couch to watch another big game. Though you had no idea what was going on you were just as into it as Steve. Half time had just started and you all took a collective breath, the two college teams were close. 

“Want another beer?” you asked as you stood up, looking at Bucky who was sitting on the couch. Steve and Nat had already filled up, you wanted another cooler and Bucky was almost done. 

“Yeah,” he quickly downed his final sip of beer before handing the bottle off to you. 

There was this anticipation in the room, you smiled and took the bottle and walked past Steve who was already looking at Bucky. The room seemed still when Bucky didn’t move, just pulling out his phone to look at something while the commercials played. Before making it into the kitchen you looked over your shoulder and saw the back of Bucky’s head, you bit your lip to suppress the smile that was growing. 

The moment you got back and sat next to him Bucky took your hand and pulled it into his lap. He fidgeted with your finger before looking over at you, “how’d I do?” he whispered. 

You laughed and leaned into his side, “how much did that make your cringe?” 

“I was in pain for a moment,” he answered as fast as possible before giggling with you as you clink your glasses together and take a long swing. With a deep breath he looked back at the game and kept your hand in his. Bucky must have not been paying attention but his phone buzzed, illuminating and accidentally showing his lockscreen. 

It changed from the photo of the two of you to a black background with white writing on it: 

Trust me, she’s not mad at you.

********

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[buckyalpine]

OKAY!!! Hear me out...

Lemonade AU but holiday drabbles!!

Like the thought of y/n spending Christmas at the Barnes household makes me 😭

Or like y/n forcing Bucky to dress up for Halloween or vice versa 💘💘💘💘 and Winnie can’t help but laugh at their ridiculous costumes

OMG this au is underrated, yessss and we're just in time for Christmas. We love our sweet College Bucky with his pretty older reader (for reference, Bucky is in his early to mid 20's and reader is later 20's to mid 30's or just pick your own ages)

Lemonade Lemonade AU drabble Sour

Bucky spent the whole day with his mama putting up the tree and getting the lights set up outside. His nose and cheeks are red from the cold and he runs straight to you to warm up. You coo at how cute he looks, letting him nuzzle his face into your neck for warmth, sighing contently. He smirks, slipping his icy cold hands up your sweater making you squeal but he doesn't relent, hugging you tighter, stealing all your body heat. Imagine how excited Bucky gets when you come over later in the evening, dressed in the comfiest of clothes; his college sweats and hoodie which you love so much. You giggle at the way he trails behind you as you make your way to the kitchen, letting down the bottle of wine you bought for you and Winnie to share later.

Christmas is in a few days and you've already spoiled him by filling his stocking to the top and he's acts like a little kid, poking and prodding at the little gifts you've wrapped up, blushing whenever you catch him.

"Bucky, put that down, you'll get to see what I got you soon" You shake your head while he pouts, still clutching onto a red box.

"Just one, c'mon" He whines, only setting it down when you tempt him with some hot chocolate. He doesn't want you to lift a finger though so he scoops you up in his arms, plopping you down on the kitchen island before getting started on making some. He knows you love his ma's recipe and he's perfected it, seeing her make it every year, chopping a few slabs of dark and milk chocolate.

"Wan exta marmallows?" His voice is muffled after stuffing about 3 in his mouth and you snort in response, while he blinks at you with his cheeks full.

"Yes please, baby" You kiss his sugary sweet lips while he adds them to your mug, before pouring some for himself as well.

It would not be Christmas without cookies and it's a Barnes holiday tradition. Winnie and Becca join to measure ingredients and roll out dough while George gets started on a roast for dinner. It's absolutely chaotic and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, surrounded by love in the kitchen, your cheeks heating up every time Bucky tries to sneak in a kiss when no one is looking.

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As usual, this wasn't meant to be part of the story BUT imagine on Christmas day, everyone is unwrapping presents and its a house full of wrapping, sparkles, bows, hot chocolate and cookies. Winnie got everyone matching Pj's like she does every year. Steve and his family had joined as well, adding to the madness while Bucky cozies up with you on the couch, the fire place keeping you toasty along with how warm your boyfriend is.

Winnie gives George a knowing smile, the both of them proud of the son they raised, their little boy head over heels in love with you and ready to treat you right. They also know the gift you'd just opened from him isn't what he actually got you.

He brings you your actual gift later that evening when it's just the two of you in his room. A tiny box, wrapped perfectly with a gold bow on top. Everyone knew exactly what Bucky is up to because he'd been planning this for months. Working extra shifts, saving money on the side, anything and everything he could do just for this.

For you.

"Open it" he whispers, nervous while you pull at the bow, the both of you sitting in his bed.

"Jamie-baby, what did you do" You gasp, lifting the box, tears already welling along your lash line. The little diamonds on the tennis bracelet sparkle under the low light with a small note on the inside, reading from your Jamie.

"I-I couldn't get you anything for stocking because I wanted to get you this" He says with a small smile, feeling bad he couldn't spoil you more the way you deserved. "Do you like it?"

You wordlessly nod, biting down on your lip to keep from crying while he takes the box from you because you want him to put it on you. He takes the dainty bracelet, carefully clasping it around your hand, admiring how pretty it looks on you.

"You didn't have to baby" You whisper, sniffling while he pulls you onto his lap, "Bubba, it's too much-

He shuts you up with a kiss, shaking his head.

"It's not too much for you. I wanna spoil you" His puppy eyes are so sincere; you're it for him and he's it for you.

Let's not act like the night doesn't end with you wearing just the tennis bracelet with your hands covering each others mouths to keep your voices down while he-

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[elixirfromthestars]

Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played. 

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff 

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖 

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      “ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today. 

     You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

     “ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.” 

     “ In your dreams, Barnes.” 

     “ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

     Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.   

     The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it. 

     It was you and Bucky. 

     There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety. 

     “ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed. 

     You wanted to kiss him.

     This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

     “ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

      “ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

     Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you. 

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

Chapter 3

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

Summary:

Bucky and y/n are childhood friends and both are children of biggest companies in New York. Y/n has a secret crush on Bucky but never showed a sign of it. Both always act like best buddies who support each other in their hard time. But what if suddenly someone decides to come between their relationship? What happens then? What's secret behind y/n's career? Why y/n acts so mysterious?

Warnings: angst.

Dream

"Don't run away, u can never run away. You also know you are a monster who killed your mother. You are the one to blame" "No, I am not" "You are gonna kill everyone" "No, it's not true." "You killed her too" " No, no, NO"

After waking up from the dream

I jolted up with a slight headache remembering all the incidents that happened yesterday and the dream I had today" Ughh!" I winced touching my forehead and rubbing it to soothe the pain. Fuck! I register the surroundings around me and sighed. I am finally here. I moved to take my phone from the bedside and opened it to get flooded with msgs notifications. Ughh! Soo noisy in the morning. All my friends (Nat, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Clint, Pietro) everyone was worried. I msged each of them informing them that I am ok. Then, I checked to see Bucky's one and read 'Doll! Where are you?''GODDAMIT Y/N PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE''Doll please answer me. I don't know what happened but at least tell me you are safe. I am worried' I didn't dare to answer and meet Bucky. I am still hurt. I want some time away from him to cope up that my love is unrequited and always will be. I sighed and stood up from bed. I went to the kitchen and saw him, Jake, he is the world's famous hacker and no one can beat him except me. "Good morning! Y/n.Dear.Heard you sleep talking again. Did your inner desire again try to take your senses?" He asked in worry. I sighed and said "No, it was just a bad dream and you know I have been taking therapy so, I don't think it is gonna happen again," I said in full seriousness. Jake sighed "I know, it's just. Everyone was scared you know in that" "STOP. OK STOP. I UNDERSTAND. U don't have to tell this always" I exclaimed not wanting to remember anything. I looked away and asked in shame "H.. How is she? " "She is doing good from all the trauma u gave her. She is doing better now though she has nightmares" I winced hearing that. I never wanted to hurt anyone in my life but I couldn't control it. "You know I was pretty scared the way you were breathing, you are gonna do something again and I have to clean your shit up," He said worriedly. "What happened yesterday to make you even faint? I only once saw this condition when you were informed your mother died" He interrogated and I knew he would not take no for an answer but I didn't want to discuss it so, I just said "I... I don't want to talk about it, please" I asked him and looked at him desperately not to ask that question again. He sighed and messed my messy hair up. "Ok! Just eat. Don't force yourself too much. You know me and your sister are both here for you. Call us if you need anything." He kissed my forehead and went out taking his suit with him. After I heard the clicking of the door, I slumped down on my chair and started thinking about what should I answer after I went back. How should I face Bucky? "Shit!"

Back at dorm

When I arrived at my dorm, I saw my friends at the table and when they noticed me they all started to give me a look of sympathy. I rolled my eyes at their expression feeling irritated each second. "Where were you? Do u even know how worried we all were? " Asked Wanda and Steve. "Yeah yeah. Don't worry I was at my friend's house." I informed them casually sitting on the table and taking the knife and an apple from the bowl and peeling them. "God, Y/n Do you even know how worried we were? Do u have any idea? We were all pacing up and do... " "I AM SORRY OK! GOD GUYS I AM SORRY THAT I WAS HEARTBROKEN. CAN U GUYS PLEASE STOP BUGGING ME?. " I asked and the room became silent. Suddenly Bucky burst open through the door and was very worried "Hey! Guys! Is Y/n here? Heard she came back! Damn sh.." He suddenly noticed me and was shocked then angry. I felt a pang in my heart and clenched my fists and looked away and then suddenly "WHERE THE HELL YOU WERE Y/N Y/L/N? DO YOU EVEN HOW MUCH WORRIED WE ALL WERE?DO YOU EVEN KNO..." Stopping him midsentence I also screamed "GODDAMMIT BUCKY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY WHY WERE YOU WORRIED? CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME HATE YOU? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ACT LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT ME? GHOSH U R SOO ANNOYING. GODDAMMIT BUCKY! JUST SHIT THE FUCK UP ALREADY. I WAS AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE OK! AND STOP SCREAMING CAUSE I CAN ALSO SCREAM." I said then looked away in frustration. I was panting heavily. I am already frustrated after that dream and now he. God! Just kill me. I was panting heavily after all the screaming. I regretted it yess I regretted every word saying to them. I was just soo annoyed that I couldn't control myself. I saw Bucky's face break after I screamed at him. I felt bad. Shut! What did I do! "I... I am so..." He suddenly raised his hand in front of my face to stop me from saying any more words. I clenched my fists. "U know what! If u r fed up with me then u should have told, me I wouldn't have bothered u anymore" Bucky said. I looked at him with shocked eyes "God! no Bucky, it was just, I was frustrated with all your askings that I suddenly lashed out on you. You are never annoying to me baby. I am sorry" I begged him for forgiveness but he didn't take any and went out of the room. Shit! I messed up a big-time and before anyone could say I locked myself in my room to think about a thousand ways to apologize to him."Shit!"

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University S.L.U.T 9

Summary: Steve isn’t usually the one to hate or judge people. But when it came to you, he just wanted to rip his hair out. So his dismay, you two are partnered for a class project. Can you change his mind in time to get a good grade? Or will his feelings get the best of him?

Warnings: Cute and angry stuff

Part 8 and Part 10

A/N: Here you guys go!! Sorry its short! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once again, it was another morning and you did not want to be heading to the library. Why you may ask? All thanks to Steve. He finally broke down your wall and you guys kissed. You spent the whole night talking, kissing, and getting to know each other. You wanted to spend all day cuddling and talking. But it was time to get back to reality. The project was due and you needed to get it done. Steve had been too much of a distraction. You were ready to sit down and dig deep into the books and websites awaiting your eyes, ears, and mind.

So here you were, seated at a table with Steve, books scattered everywhere, your nose deep into one of them. You were about to flip a page before a sour patch kid hits you on the nose. You were taken aback before looking up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary… So you flipped the page and continue to read.

“What the?!” You ask as a another hits you in the nose. You look back and everything sits still. Who in the world was throwing candy at you? Steve seemed too focused to be throwing them at you… or was he?

“You okay?” Steve asks as he looks up at you from his laptop. You narrow your eyes but go back to your book. You were a few pages deeper before another candy hits you again.

“Okay. That is it. Give me the bag rogers.” You whisper yell at him. He tries to hold back a bright smile as you move your hand towards him. “I am trying to work on OUR project. So please focus! I would like to pass here.”

“That is no way to talk to your boyfriend!” Steve whisper yells back. You roll your eyes as you try to snatch the bag from him. But he pulls it from you.

“Steven Rogers! I swear if you don’t gi-” He cuts you off by leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. And like that, your anger and sentence were stolen from you. You melt into the kiss as you slide onto Steve’s lap. Steve places the bag of candies behind you before he wrapped his arms around you.

“Seriously! Get a room!” Sophie whispers as she taps harshly on your back. You swat at her, trying hard not to break the kiss. “The librarian is making her rounds!” And with that you were pushing away and off of him.

“Look. We get you two are officially dating. But it’s like watching to bunnies trying to figure out how to mate. Either go have sex or stop making the rest of us uncomfortable!” Bucky whines. Emma and Sophie nod in agreement.

“I mean…” Steve says as he goes to grab your leg. But you move away and sit back in your seat.

“We have a project to get finished. It is due in a few days.” You wag your finger at him. He huffs as he nods his head.

“It’s no fair! I finally get the girl i have been wanting and i’m stuck doing work instead of wrapping myself around her.” Steve whines as he annoyingly stabs at the mouse to click new page.

“Steven. It’s due in a few days. After that, we can be all couply and such.” You explain as flip another page of the book. You eat up the small pile of candies that had grown and continued your work.  

Once again, another candy hits you in the face. You slam the book shut and look him dead in the eyes. He smirks and dips his hand back into the bag. He pulls a handful out and picks one from his hand. He leans his arm back and tosses the candy at you. You open your mouth just in time and lands perfectly in your mouth.

“Ahhh!” Steve calls. He earns a few shs from the librarian. You both laugh quietly before he picks another. “Open.” You do as he says and he throws another one. You catch it perfectly in your mouth once again.

“Mr. Rogers. Please either focus on your work or leave.” The Librarian speaks. You and Steve try very hard to hold back laughter as you try very hard to focus on your books in front of you.

You and Steve walk towards the dorms together, talking about everything to do with your project. But Steve soon stops you in your tracks. He pulls out the bag of candy from his sweatshirt pocket and hands it to you. You happily take it, dipping your hand into it. You scoop a few from it and plop them in your mouth. He smiles at your cuteness but keeps quiet.

“We have to do laundry tonight, do you want to join the group?” You ask after you swallow a few handfuls.

“Sure. I have Snuggles.” Steve says as he opens the door to the dorms. You smile, thank him, and move towards the stairs. You both run up the stairs, you stopped at your level.

“Well this is my stop.” You say as you lean against the wall just next to the door. Steve smiles as he places an arm just next to your head. He leans against it.

“So i see… I mean if you have to go ma’am.” Steve says as he got closer to you.

“I do sir. My roommate is awaiting for me to show up.” You say back. He pouts as you push a strain of hair behind your ear.

“I will see you.” He says as his hand grips the back of my neck. He brings my face to his, kissing me. I smile as we pull away.

“Okay. Don’t keep me waiting for too long.” You say as he starts to turn away. He soon disappears up the stairs. You go to open the door and soon meet with Melissa standing right next to the door.

“Oh, look what the trash brought in.” Melissa says as she eyes you up and down. You roll your eyes as you try to step past her. But she moves in your path once more. “Here’s a fun reminder slut. I am still hotter and better than you. You and Steve are honestly an ugly couple. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s only dating you for pitty. Remember that when you see Sam and I walking around, happy.”

“Melissa. Your sad attempts to make me upset is just that. Sad. Grow up. You are in college. Act like it.” You say as you shove past her, causing her to jerk back.

“Whatever Bitch. You will pay for being such a terrible person.” Melissa calls to you before you disappear into your dorm room. You slam the door shut and throw your bag on your bed.

“You okay?..” Emma asks as she jumps from you throwing a few things here and there.

“I saw Melissa in the hallway. She was going on how Steve is pity dating me and how

she hopes we are unhappy. And that i will pay for being a terrible person to her even though she’s the one who stole my boyfriend. And when i think i am can finally be happy with someone, she always ruins it!!” you explain as you angrily gather your clothes into your basket.

“Hey.Hey HEY.” Emma exclaims as i go to throw a ug at the wall. “No throwing glass unless you plan on buying me another one. Calm down! She is not worth the anger! You are with Steve now! You are happy and content and do let the little people ruin that.” You take in a few deep breaths as you nod your head.

“You’re Right.” you huff as you place the mug next to the coffee maker.

“Let’s go. Bucky said he and Steve are already on their way to the laundry room.”

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Oops

Bucky Banres x Fem!Reader

18+, minors do not read

Warning: smut, oral (female recieving), spanking, squirting, alcohol ingestion, unprotected sex, drunk sex, dub!con, wear a condom, couch sex.

Summary: the a/c is out in the apartment complex and Bucky asks if you have an extra fan available.

***I, the author, do not consent to stealing, plagiarism, or posting any of my work anywhere unless done so by myself***

I awoke with a shortness of breath. I was groggy and sweating. It's hot, when did it get hot? I laid in bed for a few more seconds, waking up. 'Ugh, I'm all sweaty and gross'

Making my way out of my room and into the hallway, I see the soft glow the electronic thermostat is casting. Now facing it, it unsurprisingly reads "Error? How the fuck? I'll have to call the landlord in the morning, fucking apartments- I swear.". I suddenly jump and scream as there's an unexpected knock on my door. Looking down at my naked body I rush back to my room to grab a shirt and some shorts.

I opened the door, the light from the hallway burning my corneas. Retinas? My eyes. Burning my eyes. Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on a chest, perspiring and a heavily breathing chest. Well cut and damn, mouth watering. I could my laundry on those abs. Looking up I was met with a face. A grumpy face. "Its sweltering, do you have an extra fan?" "Well hello to you too lovely neighbor, James. Wanna come in?" He smiled and awkwardly "right, sorry. And yeah sure, also its Bucky" I walked backwards pulling the door with me letting him in. "I don't have any fans Buckmeister, but I could take you to the store and we buy some.". "At 2 in the morning? And with your shirt on backwards?" "Hey! At least I have a shirt on and Wal-Mart is 24 hours.". I pulled my arms into my shirt and twisted it around while Bucky tried not to stare as the shirt rode up over my stomach. I smiled to myself. "You go get a shirt and some shoes on and I'll get some shoes on. Are my shorts on backwards too?". I pulled my shirt up over my ass and turned to show him. He cleared his throat and smiled his usual dopey cute smile "nope, all good". I walked away to my room to put shoes on. "Please tell me your car has A/C!" He shouted after me.

"Oh fuck yeah" i moaned "feels so good" Bucky replied in a groan. We were ecstatic to feel the cool A/C hit us in the car. Pulling out of the multistory carpark, we started our journey to find some fans.

"I can't believe this has been happening literally every other week, what a shitty landlord." "I know, he's being such a douche. When I moved in, he glared at me- I think he hates "disabled people". He has made so many weird comments". "Are you kidding me? What a dick!" We chatted as we made our way to the fan aisle. Turns out the landlord is much shittier than we both thought. "So what brings you to New York?" "College, I'm a teacher, ASL". "ASL? What's that?" "American Sign Language." "Oh yeah, where do you teach? Like Kindergarten or something?" " College students.".

We picked out two big kitchen fans and two small desk fans. After checking out, Buck's stomach growled. Loudly. I laughed and looked at his stomach "Hey I'm hungry too but you don't gotta scream about it."

Finally home after stuffing our faces with McDonald's and due to Bucky's super soldier metabolism, we got Taco Bell too. And stopped for ice cream at Walmart again. "Fuck my guy, how much can you put away? Hell yeah!" "What? I'm a pig, you arent grossed out?" "No, I like people who can eat.". "Well, wanna go to the liquor store?" He posed the question. "Oh hell yeah, you read my mind.".

Now home I unlocked my apartment when- "oh shit." "What?" "I think I locked my keys in my apartment." "You're shitting me", I deadpanned. "I'm so sorry." "Ah don't apologize, I'll put you up on the couch. Yay! Sleep over" I poked at his ribs. "Yay, cause being an 107 year old adult and locking your keys accidentally in your apartment is something to celebrate" he rolled his eyes. "Well jeez party pooper, if you'd rather sleep in the hallway then.." "shit, no I'm sorry. Thank you. But we can drink together" I faked a gasp "that is very true. And hopefully it'll distract us from the heat of a thousand suns in here. A warning, I do tend to get shirtless when drunk." "Well then I guess I'll just have to get pantsless" he wriggled his brows. 'Oh dear Gods, yes'.

3 liquid marijuanas

5 shots of caramel Smirnoff

And 3 games of mini shots pong later, we were floored. Well I was. Buckmiester was off his ass too. We were sitting on the floor eating our melted ice cream. Bucky missed his mouth with spoon and spilled the ice cream on his shirt. "Shit, I like this shirt" he whined before pulling it off. I bit my lip, my inebriation not caring about hiding my attraction to my neighbor. "You like what you see, Doll?" His voice dropped. I blushed and nodded. He leaned forward and crawled on his knees to me. Being drunk, and an absolute genius, apparently, I dropped ice cream on my shirt too. "Oops." I whispered and looked up at him, trying my best to look innocent. Bucky longed forward and ripped my shirt off, well over me. And pulled me in for a kiss. Hit teeth it mine, I could taste the alcohol and mint chocolate chip ice cream on his tongue. It was messy and perfect at the same time. I groaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled back, "bedroom.". He nodded "bedroom.". He stood up a little too quickly and had to sit on the couch. I made my way up the couch. "You know, the couch is a perfectly suitable place" he said as he grabbed me forced me onto his lap. "We're both too drunk to go to the bed". His metal hand was warm too, no doubt because of the apartment, even will all four fans set on high. His lips kissed from the shell of my ear to my collarbone, "ssshhhh. No need for logic right now". Metal hand on my breast, and flesh one on my ass, he reared his hand back and slapped my ass hard. "Oh fuck, do it again". He rolled us over onto my back and him on top. He literally ripped my shorts off, pushing my knees to my stomach, he spanked me again. "Dirty girl" he whispered as his stubble graced my breast as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. His flesh hand made it's way down, caressing my sides and my stomach and the top of my thigh, he forced my legs apart and thrusted his clothes bulge against my unclothed sex. I grabbed his neck and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, I felt him grow harder against me. "You're not naked enough". "Yes ma'am" he smiled and got up, this time a little slower. "Just curious, why no panties?" The smile on his face was wide, "I sleep naked". His smile grew wicked, "oh, really?". He suddenly went to his knees. He grabbed my ankle and pulled my sideways. "That's hot" was all he replied as I corrected my self and rested my legs on his shoulders. "Fuck that feels good" My voice shifted, wavering, as his mouth marked my thighs. Kissing, biting, nibbling, hickied, light teeth marks.

"Just a quick taste" he whispered, then licked my pussy, his tongue swiveling around my slit then up to my clit. He kissed my mound, then dove back in. My moans turned into screams as he worked his tongue on my clit as he slipped a metal finger inside of me. His flesh hand groped my breast, and trailed up to my throat and squeezed and he added a second finger and curled. I think my body took a screenshot as a I came on his fingers. His fingers pounded into me faster as I rode out my high and he stared at my face. I calmed down after coming down, I looked at him confused. "What?" "You're fucking beautiful when you cum for me, when you cum on my fingers. Wonder how beautiful you look when you come on my cock, darlin". Before I could reply, he thrusted his thick member into me. Stretching me open. "Oooh fuuck Bucky!" I screamed and hung onto his back. He didn't stop, didn't let me adjust. "That's it doll, say my fuckin name, scream it!". He pulled my hair, as he exposed my neck he bit it. I was a whimper mess, the punishing pace he was pounding into me, the feeling of the bite and the pain of my hair being pulled. "Want the whole apartment complex to hear you screaming my name. Want them to know who you belong to." I wailed as he hit the special spot in me, it made me see stars. "That's it bunny, let it all out, cum for me". He pulled out and flipped me over. "You doin okay?" He paused, all I could do to answer him was nodding. He laughed. "Are cock drunk already? I barely fuck you and you already can't speak". He slipped himself in again, "aaaaaah" "that's right" he thrusted, pulled my hips up. "Who owns you baby?" "You do". He moved again, spanking me, he shouted "I said, who owns you?!". I mustered all my strength, I took too long, he spanked me again and again, as the blows landed on my behind- he didn't stop his pace. This time he spanked me with his metal hand, "you do!" I cried out. He spanked me again and I came, hard. I wailed as my legs shook, I felt him pull out and something warm hitting my back.

For some reason I felt more tired than usual, and more sober. "Hold on honey, let me get you a wash cloth". I hummed in response. That was intense, amazing even. He came back shortly and gently cleaned me up. I felt the rag between my legs, he started wiping me knees and lower thighs first which was weird. Moving up I felt it gently rub my sensitive pussy, then my back. He kissed my head and helped me sit up. "Have you ever squirted before?" "No, why?" "Because you just did." "I'm sorry, what?" I looked at his lap as he was wiping at his legs, it was wet. And then I turned to look at my couch, also wet. "Woah." I whispered softly.

"Not to sound too arrogant but do you think you can walk?" I huffed a laugh "I don't think so.". With that, he picked me up and we stumbled our way to my room. It had finally cooled off and laid me down on the outside of my bed and he crawled on the other side. "Good night miss (Y/n)" he cuddled me and pulled my head to his chest. "Nighty night Buckmeister". He chuckled and kissed my head again and we snuggled in a soothing slumber.

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[subwaysurf45]

Don’t End Today

Summary: The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words.

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x reader

Words: 4,269

Warnings: none just fluff

note: I do have a mini series with a college!bucky but this is a different au, if you want to read the series for more college bucky click here! 

Masterlist 

As you laid in your small apartment room, hearing Wanda snore, you looked into your closet. You couldn’t seem to rip your eyes away from a small calendar. In red marker on every Friday slot, there was ‘tutor time’ written down.

You were in your fourth year, your major was English. You were also assigned the captain of the volleyball team as your student, his name was Bucky Barnes. It was obvious he didn’t want to be taught by you in the beginning, he hated the idea of missing practice time or workout time to learn how to cite. But because you had been tutoring him since second year you had created a bond. It took you a very long time to understand that he was bugging you to get a reaction, all he wanted was to waste time so nothing would get done. But as respect grew between the two of you he stopped bugging, it was now flirty comments and you’d throw some jabs back. Today was rough, all you wanted to do was sleep all day because your class got cancelled, the last you wanted was to teach. 

The walk to the study hall was short but you wished it was longer on days like there. Fall leaves scattered the ground and left the sidewalk an array of colours. With every step in your Timberland’s, the crunch made you smile a little more. A colder breeze curved around your face and made you pull your scarf higher on your nose, your jacket was done up tightly and your sweatpants rippled in the wind. The gig wasn’t too professional, you’d showed up in your pajamas before, so had Bucky - he does every time. The effects of last night’s party might be left under your eyes with your mascara you didn’t take off as you taught Bucky how to quote a journal. At one point Bucky had played a big game Thursday night and went drinking with his friends which made him run out of the study room to find the nearest bathroom. 

The only class he struggled in was English, he took it as an elective every year even though he wasn’t the best, you never knew why. But in first year he almost lost his scholarship because of how bad his GPA was tanking all due to English. The head coach of the volleyball team, Mr. Fury, found you randomly and assigned you to lift his grade, and you did. It was hard to take all the credit, Bucky actually wanted to learn but his mind would wander or he’d be too stressed about his parent’s reaction to his failing grade, so he’d give up. Bucky started reading because of you, he talked about books he’s picked up and how he added a famous line from his books into his essay; you sadly had to explain plagiarism, but it’s the thought that counts. 

As you opened the library door you were consumed by silence, everyone looked at you and then away, figuring out who disturbed their reading. The carpeted floor muffled the sounds of your boots, it made everything seem cozy. You passed by the law students whose noses were deep in their books, excessive highlighters were everywhere, sticky notes had fallen on the floor. Then you got to the small study rooms, soundproof and everything. You had to book them in advance but because you were originally assigned to Bucky by a teacher, Fury was able to get first dibs at the rooms, you only had a study session on a Thursday if Bucky had a tournament starting on Friday. 

Study room one was vacant when you walked in and it wasn’t surprising, Bucky was never on time. But it was better than him not coming at all. This gave you time to set up, you wiped down the whiteboard and set up your laptop on the table as well as a checklist. Bucky had sent a text on Wednesday saying he needed you to proofread his essay, which would take up most of the allotted time. 

The door opened, “seven minutes late isn’t a good sign, libero,” you spoke with your head down while signing into your laptop. 

“Fine, looks like I’m drinking two coffees today,” Bucky spoke and placed two cups down. Your head quickly looked up and saw two medium coffees, steam was curling out of the small hole. There were also two paper bags, most likely food. 

“Thank you,” you walked over and gave him a one-armed hug, “but we can’t eat in here, you know that.” your finger gently opened the bag and saw your favourite donut sitting perfectly, “but it looks so good…”

Bucky nudged your arm, “then eat it, we know no one comes in here and we need to celebrate,” he did a double punch on your arm again. He dropped his bag and shrugged off his jacket, piling it onto your scarf and jacket in the corner. 

“You guys had a game? I didn’t know that,” you walked over to the desk and pulled up some sheet you’d be using for the session. 

“We aren’t celebrating me,” Bucky walked over to you again, “I talked with Wanda because she came to the weekend game to see Vis’ and she said you had gotten a job at the Grand Central Library,” He paused but you gave no reaction, “y’know? The one you’ve been dreaming to work at?” Bucky paused again but you still didn’t react, “why aren’t you celebrating?” he jumped up and down, his hands grabbed your arms and flailed them around. 

“I didn’t-” your brain was short circuiting, “I didn’t think you’d remember- I haven’t talked about that in a while,” you looked over at your donut again, mouth watering. 

“And that’s how I know something was going on,” Bucky smiled triumphantly, “with the time I’ve spent with you I picked up on all the little things you do, I hope you know that.” Bucky giggled and grabbed both bags, “I know you get these donuts as a victory thing, and I know you don’t talk about something when you’re nervous about it, I know it all,” Bucky pulled out the matching donuts, “cheers, to a lovey librarian.” 

“And a lovely libero,” you could feel a blush as you gently tapped the donuts against one another before taking a bite. Right away you let out a loud groan at how good it was, “I haven’t had this in so long, oh my god!” you reached across for your coffee to wash it down, “mph!” your eyebrows raised as your cheeks were full with coffee, “you got order right this time!” you said after swallowing. 

“You think that low of me, doll?” he mused before taking a seat and pulling out a paper copy of his essay. You sat as well and continued to eat, the essay was long and slightly crinkled from sitting in his bag. 

“Perfect,” you took the package from him, “let me get my pen and stuff,” as you leaned over to get the things from your bag as Bucky took a few sips of his coffee, he also took out his laptop. When you sat up again you saw the online version of his paper. 

“Which one do you want me to edit?” You placed the editing tools in front of you. 

“So I was thinking,” Bucky leaned back in his chair, “you markup the paper one and I need to watch some video replay of our game- it won’t take long a promise,” Bucky knew your rule about no volleyball in the study room, “it really won’t take long but by the time I’m finished there will be things I can change on my paper and you can talk me through the rest of it, I’m really sorry about your rule and all that but I swear this is going to work,” Bucky had sat up and turned square to you, his palms facing you in a surrendering way. 

“Fine,” you sighed and began to read the paper. On a very low volume, you heard Bucky play his tapes. There was screaming and whistles but it wasn’t too loud, it was weird to see but he was actively taking notes. He’d flip back a couple of seconds and watch the same play over and over, a few times you heard a disapproving hum or him cheering on his teammates even though this was in the past. 

“Okay, okay, okay, wait,” Bucky tapped your shoulder, “you have to see this, just this one, I swear,” he turned his laptop to you and you put down your pen. “This is like classic stuff right here,” Bucky was smiling brightly, the play happened he talked you through what was going on, pointing at the little things he, and others, were doing. “-and boom!” he cheered, “that’s how we one the set, it was perfect,” Bucky sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking a second to reflect on how beautiful that play was. 

“That was very cool, I have to admit,” you smiled over to him. 

“That means a lot coming from someone who doesn’t know volleyball,” Bucky said absentmindedly before sitting up and resuming play. You scoffed and he looked back at you, “what?” he smirked. 

“I’ve known you for four years, Bucky, I know volleyball,” you tried to fight a smile but it came through. Both of you leaned onto one another as you laughed, your head going to his shoulder and his head sitting on yours. You stayed there as you laughed for a while, Bucky was adding extra punchlines to make you laugh more, your head turned in so your nose was right up against his neck. When you sat up again you could see a massive blush spread to his ears. 

“You’re cute,” he muttered before turning to his play. 

It didn’t take long for you to go through his essay, it also didn’t take long for you to explain the little things he did wrong. There were always a few times he’d fight you on, claiming he was right and you weren’t putting what he said in context but he normally lost that battle. Some things were just stupid and you could tell Bucky wasn’t happy that he used the wrong ‘there’ in a sentence, sometimes spelling mistakes showed up and Bucky would try to explain his laptop is broken and he couldn’t see the red squiggly line anymore, but that didn’t help his case. There were markings everywhere as well as highlights over certain things that needed to change but also things you liked. You found that Bucky got genuinely upset when you only pointed out the large amounts of errors in his writing before, in second year you heard from his team that he skipped practice, after feeling like he got berated by you, to re-write his entire essay. After that, you had begun to add little notes that made his eyes brighten. 

“I mean, Bucky…” you sighed and sat back in your chair. Bucky was on the end of his seat and waiting for you to give the feedback he so desperately wanted to hear. “I’m very impressed, this is your best work.”

Bucky smiled and covered his blush, “god, doll, you flatter me,” he whispered, “thank you,” that was what he only wanted you to hear. 

Your eyes flipped between his writing and him, then you placed the paper behind you on the desk. “I want you to listen to me,” you turned square to him, “the progress you’ve made is amazing, and I’m so proud of you, I really am,” he nodded along, “and I know you’ve put you’re entire hundred percent effort into this paper, I can really read that.” 

He started to look at you quizzically, “what are you trying to say, doll?”

“I’m trying to say,” you let out a sad sigh. The best way you could explain was through a story, “when I was in third year, last year, I wrote a paper on something very close to my heart, I wrote it with every ounce I had. When I hit submit I felt on top of the world, I told myself and everyone it was my favourite thing I’ve ever written-”

“I remember that,” Bucky nodded. 

“I got a forty percent on it,” as you told him Bucky looked like he saw something get hit by a car, his teeth were gritted together with a quick inhale. “When you hand this in, I need you to know that no matter what you get on it, it doesn’t define who you are, okay?” 

He could feel how much emotion you were putting in your speech, your eyebrows were basically touching as you pleaded to him. “Alright,” he whispered and placed his hand on your shoulder, “I won’t let it define me,” he gave a quick smile before you felt everything go back to normal. But it didn’t for Bucky, he felt the little voice inside of his head whisper this is your chance.

You had begun to pack your things but felt the hair stand up on the back of your neck, you took a quick peek out of the corner of your eye but were stunned to see Bucky looking at you. There was a faint smile ghosting his lips as his eyes stayed transfixed on yours, it seemed like he didn’t blink through his hooded eyes. The intensity was too much, you giggled and looked down to the ground, maybe hoping to make him do the same. But he didn't. You looked up again and he seemed closer this time, his forearms resting on his thighs. The soundproof room had never been quieter, there was the faint sound of the air running through the vent and soft breathing. Bucky moved forward on his chair, one arm reached out to you and gently pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“What are you doing?” Your voice faded out through the whisper. 

“We study English too much, don’t you think?” He tried to whisper but it came out a soft rumble. 

“What?” You wanted to move away from his hand cupping your cheek but it was so warm and inviting. Neither of you looked at each other’s lips, you were waiting for him. 

“I think we should study something different,” Bucky’s rumble caught you again, “how about we study your eyes?” You shyly giggle again and looked down at the floor to avoid his piercing blue eyes, “no, no, no, none of that,” Bucky giggled with you, “I need to study them, maybe I can write my next paper on how they seem to light up like embers or how they make me feel like gravity is only a suggestion.”

“Oh god,” you whispered, “where is this coming from? We were editing two seconds ago,” you tried to laugh it off yet again but Bucky didn’t budge. “When did the libero start reciting poetry?”

“I’ve spent four long years loving you from the sidelines,” Bucky laughed but it was only to push past to pain, “and you are so nice, you care about things I never thought about before. You are the reason I drink almond milk and take the west train instead of the north, you could tell me to run away and I’d be tying my shoes.” He quickly moved his chair closer to you, only then did he glance at your lips. “I don’t want to kiss you right now, that wouldn’t be fair for me to spring this on you. But just know I want to take you out and I want to kiss you very soon. I want you to wear my jersey’s and come to my home games, I want to walk down the streets holding hands and I want to tell people I’m going to study with my girlfriend rather than my tutor, I want you to myself, maybe shrink you down and put you in my little pocket for safekeeping.” 

“Bucky…” you whispered, “I-”

A loud knock on the door made you both sit up straight, “let’s go, you’re times up.” the voice sounded very impatient. 

You both quickly packed up but the tension didn’t go away, you kept sneaking glances at him to find Bucky smirking and shaking his head as he pushed his volleyball shoes to make room for his water bottle. The people on the other side weren’t happy when you walked out, they claimed you wasted five precious minutes of their study time, but Bucky waved them off. You both headed out of the library with a different aura surrounding the both of you, you really wanted to tell him how you felt, you also liked him. but in the middle of the street wasn’t the time, it needed to be perfect like how Bucky told you. 

As you walked through the library door that Bucky was holding open for you the cold gust of wind smacked you in the face. Bucky quickly put his hands deep into his pockets and lifted his shoulders to keep all his warmth in. You both stood outside the door and just looked at one another, the little rope that connected in your study room was only pulling you closer together with no intention of giving either of you slack. The wind pushed you forward, and you also let it move you, towards Bucky. Your boots were almost touching and you were so close you could smell the same cologne he was worn all four years you’ve met him. 

“I kinda don’t want to say goodbye today,” Bucky giggled and looked down at you. 

“Me either,” you spoke softly as you looked up at him. 

“We should grab lunch, that will be fun,” Bucky smiled, “although we should make it quick because I’ve heard it’s going to rain and possibly wet snow today. I do have my ride…” Bucky thought out loud. 

Your heart flattened a bit when he said ‘make it quick’ because after what he said you wanted to spend tons of time with him. “I’m fine with whatever,” you looked around at the street, “we can go to that nicer one a few blocks south, where did you park?” 

“Right there,” Bucky pointed over his shoulder. 

“I forgot…” you covered your face with your hands. 

In all of its glory stood Bucky’s motorcycle. It caught the sun perfectly and reflected a gold hue. He walked you over to it and pushed the helmet on top of your head, it was safe to say by the way you fiddled with it you had never been on of these before. He walked you over and helped you get on while quickly giving your the rules. Some of them were easy to understand, you shouldn’t move your feet from the pedals. Others were funny, you couldn’t tickle Bucky when you put your arms around him. 

“I'm being serious,” he warned as he straddled the bike, your hands quickly looping around and locking. 

As the bike began to move you gripped tighter to Bucky, your eyes were screwed shut as he turned and sped down the roads. At one point you heard him laugh and you knew something was about to go down, all at once the bike sped up and the engine roared. You screamed so loud as Bucky laughed and pulled into a parking spot. 

Your legs felt like jello when you got off, Bucky was there to hold your arm as you swayed into the nice lunch diner. You were quick to be seated, Bucky pulled out your chair before going to his own, you could feel now was the perfect time to tell Bucky how you felt, and answer his speech to you from the library. 

“Bucky,” you said after the waiter took your drinks, “I want to...respond to what you said in the library because I didn’t get a chance,” you placed the menu down. 

He immediately got nervous, his posture was fixed and his eyes were on you. “Go ahead,” he tried to sound cool. 

“I really like you too,” you smiled as he slumped back in his chair with a dramatic sigh, “and I would love to try out dating, I think we can count this one as the first?” your voice got higher as you asked. 

He shot forward and took your hands into his, “really? Yes!” everyone looked over and he quieted down, “I would love for this to be the first date, and we can go as slow as you like as we try this out but thank you,” Bucky sighed into his smile, it was like a breath of fresh air. 

“For what?” you asked as you took a sip of your water. 

“I don't know,” Bucky shook his head and looked off to the side, “you’re like the only person who really believed in me with school and stuff, of course, coach Fury wants me to get better grades but it’s only to make him less stressed about volleyball. You’re the only one in my corner for the academic department and I really appreciate that.” 

“Where is all this sap coming from, libero?” you giggled. 

“I’m just finally ready to tell you, I guess,” Bucky muttered and straightened his back as the food was served. 

You both slowly worked your way through the meals, by the end Bucky had his hand over yours. You had insisted on paying because he bought coffee and donuts but right as you were about to insert your card his tapped the machine and it rang through, making the bill covered on his part. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the city, your knuckles would brush against him every so often and at one point you just took hold of his hand and laced your fingers with his. The blush that man got was something you wanted to see for the rest of your life. When it began to drizzle you found your way back to his motorcycle and you were a little more comfortable with it this time, he didn’t speed down the streets but he did place one hand on your locked hands that sat comfortably on his abdomen during a red light. 

He pulled in front of his apartment and helped you off the bike again, you both walked to his steps and stood under a little cover as the rain fell. “Well,” Bucky started, “I can’t let you walk home in the rain.”

“I was about to say,” you leaned closer into him, “I kinda don’t want to say goodbye today.” Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, trying to drop a hint. It seemed he was very happy with looking at you but all you wanted was to feel those puffy lips against yours. “Bucky,” you whispered and placed your palm flat on his chest, “can you kiss me,” you leaned in, “please?” you added. 

One hand cupped your cheek while the other went between your jacket and sweater to push the small of your back. It seemed he didn’t think twice as his eyes shut when he leaned in, you were almost expecting him to think for a moment. The hand that was flat against his strong chest pushed up and went around his neck to play with the shorter hair down his scalp, the bristles ticked your hand as you rubbed with the kisses. There was a quick one, then a long one, then one where he bit your bottom lip, then another long one. Both hands had secured you into pressing flat against this chest, you let yourself fall into him as the fire grew between you. Four years, forty-eight months, two hundred and eight weeks, one thousand-four hundred-and sixty days you both waited for this to happen, and Bucky wasn’t wasting a second, neither were you. 

He pulled away to catch his breath, “you have no idea how happy I am to be able to kiss you, I hope you know that.” 

You giggled at his swollen lips and red face, “I told you I didn’t want today to end,” you leaned in again and the kissing continued. 

Until the door opened and Steve, Bucky’s roommate, was standing in the doorway, “this is cute and all but our Ring doorbell,” he pointed to the camera right in front of them, “keeps telling me there’s movement and I’m trying to watch a movie, so please come in and stay awhile and leave our ring alone.” 

“Would you like to continue today in my room?” Bucky asked as you took off your jacket. You nodded and quickly followed him up the stairs, when you both were out of sight you were quickly pulled over Bucky’s shoulder, “you gotta be quiet or Steve will get mad,” you tried to quiet your laughing as Bucky ran to his room. 

Steve sat back on the couch and paused the movie on the TV, he grabbed his laptop from the counter and pulled the same movie back up but connected his headphones, on his device he switched on the noise-cancelling feature before curling up in the blanket again. “Finally,” Steve whispered. Steve finally could go a day without hearing about ‘the really cute girl who taught Bucky how to read’. Steve pressed play and watched his movie until he froze and pressed pause again. He realized he would start to hear about ‘the really cute girl who’s my girlfriend’ every day from Bucky.

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