#collegebucky fic
Summary:Hiding your phobias from your closest friends may not have been the best idea- you were definitely about to pay for it.
Pairing: College!Bucky x y/n
Word Count:1.8k
Warnings:Language
Author’s Note: So, bit of a weird one- this series is partially inspired by the request above but also by my deep horrific fear of the ocean. Bear with me, it will make sense soon, I promise.
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All you could see was blue. A deep, murky blue stretching in every direction.
You looked upwards, hoping to see the glimmering of the water’s surface above you, but there was nothing. You were deep this time.
You tried to swim upwards, but no matter how hard you kicked you could still feel yourself sinking. Dark shadows started to circle. Your lungs were burning, panic reaching fever pitch, urge to pull in a deep breath becoming too much to overcome.
‘Y/n!’
Your eyes shot open.
Nat was pretty harshly shaking your knee while doing her best to still keep an eye on the road. ‘What the hell, man? You were kicking my dashboard in your sleep.’
You scanned your eyes over the spattering of faint muddy footprints in front of you. ‘Shit, sorry. Bad dream.’
‘About what? Fighting the fucking Karate Kid?’
‘Something like that.’
You would’ve confessed the truth, but you figured that the drive towards a long weekend in a beach-house wasn’t exactly the best time to tell her about your phobia-inspired reoccurring dream.
‘I get nightmares too, sometimes.’ Wanda’s quiet voice came from the backseat.
‘Yeah? What about?’
‘That time I saw Nat’s butt by accident.’
You burst out laughing and dangled an open hand over your shoulder, swiftly receiving a high five. ‘Nice.’
‘You guys suck.’ Nat dug into her pocket, pulling out her phone and throwing it into your lap. ‘Check if Steve’s texted, he should be there by now.’
‘Mhmm, he says they’ve arrived. He also says that he can’t wait to get you alone on the beach and make you-’
She grabbed the phone away. ‘That’s great, thanks.’
You’d only met Steve a handful of times, cause he went to a different college on the other side of the city, but he seemed nice enough. That being said, you were pretty sure that he’d originally organised this weekend as a lads’ holiday but didn’t have the heart to say no when Nat hinted her interest.
You and Wanda had basically just been roped along to keep her company while the guys butt-chugged beer in the sunshine.
You finally arrived and Steve greeted you at the door, quickly informing you and Wanda that the two bedrooms left to choose from were pretty inconsistent in quality. One was a spacious master with an en-suite and full view of the beach, the other was one of two cramped attic rooms with owls nesting in the walls- guess which one you ended up in.
After unpacking all your stuff and communing with your new avian roommates, you flopped onto the bed, folding your arms over your face in exasperation.
You’d spent weeks before this holiday compiling as many excuses as you could think of not to get into the ocean, but you were convinced they still wouldn’t be enough. If anyone tried to coerce you into anything more than a paddle then shit would hit the fan and you’d have to start attacking-
‘Hey.’
‘Jesus fuck.’ You physically jumped, bolting upright.
Snapping your head in the direction of the noise, you were pretty taken aback to see a brick shit-house of a man standing in the doorway that you’d forgotten to close.
‘Actually, most people call me Bucky, but for you I can probably make an exception.’
You clambered to your feet. ‘Well, Bucky, you scared the shit out of me. Are you one of Steve’s entourage or are you just some creep that’s broken in?’
‘Depends. Which answer gets me invited in?’
Yikes.
‘Oh, second one, definitely. Criminally dangerous perverts are kinda my thing.’
‘For real?’
‘No, you fucking idiot.’ You walked over to the door, hoping he’d shift himself when you began to close it. He didn’t. ‘Could you move? I need to get changed.’
‘Move in or out?’
The look on your face seemed to answer that question for you, cause he put his arms up in surrender and took a step back, an unholy smirk plastered on his face as you slammed the door.
Low mumbling came through the wood. ‘If you need me I’m just across the hall, neighbour.’
‘I won’t.’
You tried to shake him off while rooting around for some beach-appropriate clothes but, unfortunately, just that short conversation had started the cogs turning in your mind.
Yeah, he was pretty clearly a massive slag with no boundaries and an attitude problem, but you couldn’t deny that he was also the hottest thing that’d spoken to you in months. All of your recent relationships had been absolutely abysmal, so it might be nice to just bang it out with some asshole for the weekend…
Eh, you’d just have to see how it went. What did you have to lose?
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Nat and Wanda were waiting for you in the kitchen. Apparently the boys were already on the beach setting up a fire pit for the evening, so you figured now was a good time to get a little more information about your potential weekend fuckbuddy.
‘So, I met Steve’s friend. He’s pretty hot.’
Nat raised an eyebrow at you. ‘Which one? Sam?’
‘Bucky.’
To this day you have no idea how she did it, but in an instant Nat somehow managed to turn into human fire at the sound of that name. Her eyes widened, head starting to erratically shake, an accusatory finger pointing right between your eyes.
‘You stay the fuck away from him.’ You looked over to Wanda, both of you stunned into silence. ‘Y/n, I’m saying this because I love you. Every woman he touches turns to crap. Stay away.’
‘I mean, it’d just be a bit of fun, it’s not like-’
‘That’s what they all say.’ Your intensely puzzled expression obviously made her realise that she needed to back up these wild claims with some evidence. ‘Look, he goes to the same college as one of my high school friends. They had a thing, she was super into him, but it ended because he slept with three of her best friends. In the same weekend.’
Ah.
You couldn’t say you were surprised. If he spoke to all women like he spoke to you back in the bedroom then, by law of averages, he probably got laid a lot. You weren’t an idiot, though, you could easily separate sex from feelings- especially if you knew that the guy was a huge player going into it.
‘He’s probably pretty good after all that practice though, right?’
Wanda found that pretty funny, but it earned you a severe case of daggers from Nat as she grabbed you firmly by the shoulders. ‘Look at me and repeat. I will not sleep with James Barnes.’
‘Who is James Barnes?’
‘Bucky. I will not sleep with Bucky. Say it.’
You rolled your eyes. ‘You can’t be serious.’
‘I’m as serious as a kick in the vulva, say it. NOW.’
‘Alright alright, I won’t sleep with Bucky, Jesus.’ You managed to shrug her hands off. ‘Happy?’
‘Yes. Now let’s go set some wood on fire.’
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The fire pit was really going by the time it got dark. You paddled with everyone for a little while, hiding how on edge you were the whole time, but managed to get out of a midnight swim by claiming you were too tired. They went ahead and you just laid out on a blanket in the sand, happily relaxing on your own.
Then your peace was disturbed.
Bucky emerged from the water, wearing nothing but some rather clingy swimming shorts, and somehow started walking towards you in slow motion. He gave you a knowing smile before laying himself beside you on the blanket, about as close as he could manage without actually touching.
‘Nice swim, James?’
‘James?’ He flipped onto his side to face you, propping himself up on his elbow. ‘You been talking about me already?’
Shit. No way out of that one.
‘Well, you’ve got quite a reputation.’
‘Tell me about it, apparently I can’t even escape it all the way out here.’
‘Things spread, James.’ You glanced down to his crotch with a smirk, then back to his face. ‘You should know that better than anyone.’
A low chuckle vibrated next to you. ‘Real nice.’
Smiling to yourself, you folded your arms behind your head and let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sounds of the ocean and the distant warmth of the fire. You could sense that Bucky was still staring at you, the feelings that elicited really making if difficult for you to keep the promise you made just a few hours earlier.
‘If you’re tired, maybe we should go to bed.’
You couldn’t help but burst into astonished laughter. ‘You’re unbelievable.’
‘Life’s too short to mess around.’
You heard the vague sounds of the rest of your group wading out of the water. The blanket moved underneath you as Bucky shifted towards you slightly, his voice right next to your ear when he spoke again.
‘I’ll be waiting, if you’re up for it.’
Your eyes flicked open just in time to see him climb back onto his feet, wave goodnight to everyone and slink back towards the house.
This was an interesting situation. You could either keep your promise to Nat by heading straight to your own bed and avoiding Bucky for the rest of the weekend- cause, let’s be real, that’s the only way you’d be able to resist him- or you could head to his room and have possibly the best sex of your life, which Nat would never find out about anyway cause you’d blackmail him into silence.
It seemed like kind of a no-brainer.
You were young and single, damn it, you could have great meaningless sex with whoever the hell you wanted.
You gave it ten minutes before following him.
His bedroom door swung open and you were lifted clean off the ground before you could even manage two knocks, his goofy expression face making you giggle as he dropped you on the bed and climbed on top of you.
He leant towards you, but you shoved a hand over his mouth before he could make contact. ‘No-one can’t find out about this, especially Nat. Understand?’
‘Mmmph mmphm?’ He mumbled into your hand, making you roll your eyes and let his face go. ‘Why not?’
‘I, uh- I basically promised her I’d stay away from you. Plus, I don’t want everyone to know I’ve had a ride on the city bike.’
‘Yeah, I get that a lot.’
‘Jesus Christ.’
He gave you a cocky wink before dropping his head and closing the gap between you, slowly lowering himself down and letting his body come to rest against yours.
This definitely wasn’t a terrible idea, right?
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