#collegebucky x reader

i’m special

synopsis:y/n and bucky were always bickering, bucky loved to tease and make fun of y/n, y/n didn’t enjoy it as much as he did though. but bucky does something stupid and reckless much to y/n’s surprise.

pairing:college!bucky x college!reader

warnings:cheating, violence, blood, she/her pronouns will be used for y/n, hints of enemies to lovers, cursing

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author’s notes: hi everyone!! sorry for being super inactive :( i had covid for a little bit and it made me eat shit (not literal shit) worst experience of my life! please wear ur mask!!

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“hey, where’s the princess today?” bucky laughed, a smirk growing on his lips as he sat down at the table his friends were sat in. it was the group of friends’ regular hang out, the great ‘lucky cat café’, that was not so great, the coffee was shit, but at least that meant the group always had somewhere to sit.

sam, natasha and steve all looked at each other, an uncomfortable and uneasy atmosphere suddenly arising at the mention of y/n.

“what? what happened?” bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, originally thinking that maybe y/n had been running late, but the awkward side glances the three were sharing said otherwise, “seriously guys, what’s up?”

“well, um..” natasha took a deep breath, “y/n can’t make it today, she’s busy.”

“that’s bullshit.”

“what? miss her already, buckaroo?” sam teased, trying to distract him.

“i’m being serious, what happened?” bucky questioned, staring at steve. bucky knew steve the best out of the three and he especially knew that steve would be the easiest to crack, “c’mon punk, you seriously keeping secrets from me now?”

“uh..” steve stared right at natasha, who just stared him down as intensely as bucky was, “this isn’t fair, you both aren’t playing fair.”

“fine, if no one is going to tell me, i’ll find out myself,” bucky rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat.

“barnes, wait.” natasha stopped him before he could even attempt to leave, “don’t. she doesn’t want anyone to bother her.”

“tell me what the fuck happened then,” bucky didn’t sit back down, but instead stared at the redhead. she looked guilty and the grimace on her face told bucky he wasn’t going to be receiving good news.

“you know ben, right?” natasha asked.

“yeah, her douchey boyfriend, what about him?” bucky narrowed his eyes.

“he cheated on her, now sit your ass down before you do something stup-“ natasha was interrupted by bucky.

“i’ll be back.”

“james, don’t you dare.” natasha glared at him and he took off running before the redheaded woman could even attempt to stop him.

“JAMES!” natasha yelled, watching him run out the cafe through the windows.

steve started to awkwardly laugh and put his hands up, “hey, i’m just glad it wasn’t me that cracked!”

“shut up, rogers.” natasha hit him on the arm, making him let out a whiny ‘ow’.

“we should really go after him..” sam pointed out, bringing attention back to the fact there was a wild bucky on the loose.

“yeah, we should.” steve agreed.

“you both say not moving an inch out of your seat?” natasha raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“y’know maybe he can actually confess to her instead of acting like a school boy and picking on her,” sam suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“we all know he’s not going to y/n.” steve sighed.

“c’mon let’s get the dog back on a leash.” natasha got up from her seat, dumb and dumber quickly following after her.

after catching up to bucky, sam and steve each grabbed one of bucky’s arms pulling him away from the unconscious man laying on the ground, bucky may have knocked him out, but ben still managed to get a few decent hits on bucky, the bruises along his jaw and around his eye telling that much along with the blood trailing down his face from his nose.

“buck, enough! leave it!” steve yelled at bucky, who was still struggling in both steve’s and sam’s arms.

“i’m not done! this fucking asshole-“ bucky’s yelling was interrupted by steve.

“i said leave it! it’s not worth it!” steve yelled at his childhood friend, who slowly stopped resisting the two men holding him and just let his arms hang around their shoulders.

“jesus james, are you trying to get kicked out of this college? c’mon, let’s get you somewhere you can get cleaned up.” natasha sighed at her friend, “don’t think i won’t be kicking your ass later.”

“wouldn’t doubt it for a second..” bucky chuckled, then groaned at the metallic taste in his mouth. he spat the blood filling his mouth at the ground and sam started to scold him.

the four of them all rushed into nat’s dorm room, the one she shared with y/n and they laid bucky down on the small couch the two had managed to squeeze in there.

“what the fuck is going on?” y/n got out of bed quickly, staring at the four that had just barged into her dorm.

“hey doll, how’s it hangin’?” bucky smiled lazily, putting his arm up to wave at y/n.

“what the fuck happened to him?” y/n stared at natasha and then walked over to bucky, “what did you do, james.”

“what ever happened to… ‘hello!’, ‘how are you?’, ‘what’s up’?” bucky laughed, staring up at y/n’s face that was looking at his bruised face.

“you look like shit, barnes.”

“should see the other guy, doll.”

“y/n, sorry about this, but do you mind.. fixing him up?” steve asked, feeling guilty about even asking her for a favour.

“yeah, yeah, of course, just someone tell me what the fuck is going on,” y/n responded, getting out a first aid kit and taking out some alcohol wipes.

“ben.” was all that natasha had to say for y/n to understand and it was really only what she could say. y/n’s body stiffened and she turned to bucky with a sad expression. sure, she didn’t really hate him, but the two always bickered, why the hell did he go after ben.

“bucky, did you fight ben?” y/n asked, now crouching beside him, whilst ripping open the alcohol wipes.

“that’s our cue to get the hell out of here, see you!” sam grabbed steve and nat, making a beeline to the door.

“more like i beat his ass, darling,” bucky chuckled.

“what is wrong with you, why would you do that?” y/n sighed, cleaning the blood off his face.

“i know what he did,” bucky’s voice was more serious now, “i can’t believe he would even fucking think of doing that to you, let alone actually doing it! no one gets to be an asshole to you, y/n.”

y/n smiled slightly at his sincerity, “buck, you’re an asshole to me all the time.”

“yeah, well i’m special, no one gets to be an ass to you, but me.” he smiled back at her.

“you’re so stupid, bucky..” y/n grabbed the nearest bin and threw away the bloody wipe, “seriously, you didn’t have to do that, i know you’re constantly itching for a fight, but .. you really shouldn’t have done that.”

“it’ll teach a lesson to your next boyfriend for sure.” he grumbled, a hint of jealousy laced in his words.

“yeah? what if you were my next boyfriend,” y/n joked, but bucky’s eyes widened and he stared at her.

“i’d treat you a lot better that’s for damn sure!” he laughed, but his laughter was cut short as he groaned in pain at the bruise starting to hurt on his jaw.

“you really are a reckless idiot, james.”

“what can i say? reckless is my middle name,” he smirked.

“yeah, okay, buchanan.”

“not funny, don’t call me buchanan,” he tried to be serious, but seeing y/n smile just made his heart soften, “you know, you can talk to me about it if you want?”

y/n sighed and her gaze dropped, “i already knew.”

“what?” bucky looked confused at the confession.

“i knew he had been cheating on me.. for months now, but i thought.. hey, he’ll stop.. he loves me really, y’know?” y/n chuckled bitterly, whilst bucky just stared at her in shock, “i loved him, but every time i checked his phone i loved him less and less, i just felt trapped in the relationship. i guess in a weird way, i’m glad i caught him with my own eyes, because i’d have an excuse to dump him without sounding like a paranoid girlfriend… i’m so stupid.”

“hey, hey, hey, you aren’t stupid,” bucky sat up and let y/n lean her head on his knees whilst she was crouched on the floor, “you are one of the smartest girls i have ever met in my entire life, y/n, jesus sometimes you speak and i just don’t understand what on earth you are saying! would it kill you to speak at a dummies level for once, so i can understand ya? y/n.. he’s just a dumb guy and there will be so many more guys for you, hell, any guy out there would be winning the lottery to call you their girl! i know i’d kill to get to call you that, you’re an amazing girl, don’t doubt it for a single second, okay?”

y/n had looked up at him and he held her face in his bruised hands gently, smiling at her. she had a shaky smile on her lips and the tears were spilling out of her eyes, but not for ben, but because of how touched she was by bucky’s words.

“you’re such an asshole, buck.” y/n laughed.

“wow, okay, not the response i was expecting!” bucky sarcastically joked, sliding down on the the ground next to her and opening his arms for a hug, which she gladly accepted. the smell of his cologne made her smile, it was a cologne that only dads and old men would wear and it made y/n smile.

“how can you say that stuff and expect me to not be in love with you,” y/n mumbled into his shirt, hiding her face from him, dreading the rejection she expected to get from him. bucky’s arms just wrapped around her tighter and he squeezed her, a dopey smile spreading across his face.

“maybe i’m hoping that will happen,” he whispered into her hair.

“you still gonna make fun of me for doing stupid shit, right?” y/n chuckled.

“wouldn’t dream of stopping,” he smiled, placing a kiss onto the top of his head, “when you’re feeling better and after you’ve healed from that asshole, how about i take you out somewhere? like.. a date.”

“i’d love that.”

“the only asshole you’ll be seeing from now on is me.”

“buck, as romantic as that is, you realise how weird that sounds,” y/n laughed, pulling away slightly to look at his face.

“i didn’t mean.. no, i didn’t mean it like that! you little weirdo, get your head out the gutter!”

“my bad, my bad!” y/n laughed at the flustered man in front of her.

Summary: You weren’t sure if you were witnessing a real change or if you were just a completely naive idiot… or both.

Pairing:College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: Mate I know how late this chapter is but my hormones have been kicking my butt recently. I ate a whole pack of mini scotch eggs yesterday. Anyway, enjoy!

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The day swiftly came around, kill-or-cure time for your relationship with Bucky.

You tried to reassure yourself that a disastrous date wouldn’t be the end of the world, that if there was nothing meaningful there then the two of you would just move on, but that way of thinking did absolutely nothing to calm your anxiety. For some reason, a real, proper date felt so much more intimate and high-stakes than anything you’d already done together. This was the big time.

Unfortunately, your nervous disposition wasn’t being helped at all by the fact that you hadn’t spoken to Nat since the big blowout. You figured it’d be good to let things cool off a bit, give her time to realise she might’ve overreacted a little, but by this point you were beginning to worry that time might never come.

You resolved to just push Nat out of your mind for the day, your brain could only cope with one calamity at a time.

You paced around the kitchen and tied yourself in nervous knots as you waited for Bucky to arrive, the eventual shrill of the doorbell making you jump out of your skin. Your knees wobbled slightly as you descended and you winced at the idea of your first date starting with you in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. 

That’d be so fucking typical.

You just about managed to reach the front door in one piece, timidly swinging it open, your jaw immediately crashing to the floor at the sight that greeted you.

There was Bucky, arms folded across his chest, smugly leaning against the hood of an incredibly expensive-looking sports car.

You just gawked at him. It felt like a good minute passed before you even attempted to speak, but too many conflicting sentences tried to escape at once, so all you could produce was a sort of low mewling.

Bucky pushed himself onto his feet with a chuckle, holding his hands out sideways and walking towards you. ‘Neat, right?’

‘That’s one word for it. What happened to your Jeep?’

‘Nothing,’ he stopped right in front of you, ‘I just thought I’d borrow something a bit more flashy for our date.’

You shot him a suspicious frown. There was still a great deal you didn’t know about this boy, so the possibility that he’d stolen this car to impress you did briefly bubble up in your mind, but you quickly decided it was a risk you were willing to take. Riding in the passenger seat of that thing with Buck at the wheel would finally mean you fulfilling one of your saddest, guilty rom-com fantasies.

You gave a wide smile and brushed past him, pretending not to notice the way he’d begun to lean in. ‘Where are we going?’

‘You’ll see.’

‘Is that code for you have absolutely no idea yet?’

‘Usually, yes,’ he held open the passenger-side door for you before hopping into the driver’s seat, ‘but not this time.’

‘I’ll believe that when I see it.’

With a confident wink, Bucky draped his arm over the back of your seat, the car suddenly roaring into life beneath you and making your heart leap.

You drove for quite a bit longer than expected, the built-up city slowly falling away to rolling countryside. Eventually, much to your confusion, Bucky pulled into the driveway of a grand country manor. You were half-convinced he’d dragged you to some kind of weird cult initiation.

‘The hell are we doing here?’

‘We’re buyin.’

He switched off the engine and pointed out a yard sign you hadn’t noticed yet, which read:

For Sale

Open House Today

Bucky jumped from his seat and excitedly rounded the car to open your door, holding his arm out as you hesitantly joined him on the driveway. He tried to lead you towards the house, but you stayed firmly planted in place, giving him a prompting look when he swivelled round.

He gestured at your feet. ‘You gonna stand out here all day?’

‘I’m gonna stand out here until you tell me what the hell you’re up to.’

‘I just told you.’

‘Seriously? You can’t even afford to replace that beer-stained couch that smells like eggs, Buck.’

He shrugged. ‘I like the smell.’

‘Alright, now I know you’re bullshitting me.’

‘Fine.’ He reached for both your hands with a sigh, an earnest look spreading across his face. ‘I just wanted to do something different, to impress you, but the only stuff I could think of was a little outta my price range. Then my friend with the car told me how great these things are.’

You side-eyed the sign with slight suspicion. ‘Go on.’

‘There’s music, free champagne, cheese tasting and, best of all, buttloads of rich assholes to laugh at.’ 

You felt the corners of your mouth begin to curl upwards. It definitely wasn’t what you were expecting, but you could tell he’d put so much thought into it, and it did sound fun as hell. 

‘Alright, I’m sold,’ you had to tug on Buck’s arms to keep him in place, ‘but you could’a given me some warning. They’re gonna take one look and throw me out on my ass.’

‘You kidding? You always look like a million dollars.’

You gave an eye roll before finally letting him drag you towards the grand entrance. After walking underneath a chandelier that looked like it cost more than your yearly rent, the reception room opened up before you, Bucky immediately becoming so distracted by the array of hors d'oeuvres on display that he didn’t notice the horrified-looking agent.

Her heels obnoxiously clicked over the marble as she shot in your direction. ‘Can I help you? This open house is for potential buyers only.’

‘Of course. I’m James, this is my lovely wife Anoushka.’ You had to abruptly point your face upwards and pretend to closely survey the ceiling in order to hide your growing smile. ‘We’re very interested in this property.’

‘I don’t recall speaking to you in advance.’

‘Well that’s just a lack of professionalism on your part, really. I’m sure your manager would love to hear about it.’

After frowning and eyeing you both suspiciously, she actually backed off, leaving you absolutely gobsmacked that Bucky had managed to pull that off.

You turned towards him and whispered. ‘Anoushka?’

‘What? It’s sexy.’ His arm snaked around your waist. ‘Suits you.’

After just ten minutes, you were a bottle of champagne deep and he’d annihilated a whole cheese board. This was the greatest date of your life. 

The two of you slowly wandered around the rest of the gaudily decorated rooms and the extravagant garden, Bucky having great fun threatening to throw you in the pool because he obviously still hadn’t grasped the basics of what an ocean phobia entails. You eventually reached a huge, grand bedroom with a four poster super-king standing proudly opposite a fireplace. 

Bucky shot you a smirk and, before you could begin to object, you’d been thrown onto the bed in just the same way as he’d done back at the beach house.

You swiftly sat yourself up. ‘Jesus, Buck, what the hell? This place is teeming with rich assholes.’

‘Exactly,’ he climbed on top of you, ‘they’re so straight-laced they’d just faint at the sight of us naked and rubbing together.’

You smothered a loud chuckle, your guard immediately dropping as Bucky’s lips connected to yours, a stray hand beginning to wander under your shirt. The feeling of him combined with the unbelievably comfortable bed sheets really had you lost in the moment for a second there.

That was, until a deliberately loud cough echoed from the other side of the room.

Both your heads snapped towards the agent, who was standing in the doorway, looking like a swarm of hornets had just flown up her ass. Bucky jumped up and pulled you with him, straightening out his clothes with a cheeky grin.

‘Sorry, I tried to talk her out of it but Anoushka was desperate to sample the goods.’

You couldn’t hold it in that time, your laughter echoed through the room, making her twitch with rage as she clacked out of the doorway and gestured through it.

‘I think you should both leave.’

‘On it,’ Bucky grabbed you by the wrist and made a beeline past her, ‘we were looking for something more tasteful anyway.’

You grabbed a couple unopened bottles of champagne on your way out, Buck loudly revving the engine of his rent-a-car before the two of you sped away. A giddy grin stayed plastered on your face for the whole ride home.

You eventually pulled up outside your apartment, your over-confident date turning towards you with a smile. ‘So, we going in?’

‘Nope, Anoushka’s going home alone tonight.’ You chuckled at his instant puppy-dog eyes. ‘This is our first date, Buck. I’m not gonna give up the goods straight away.’

‘I’ve literally seen every part of you in every position.’

‘Yeah, me and every other woman in this city.’ An unimpressed eyebrow shot up his forehead and made an ounce of guilt bubble in your chest, prompting you to place an apologetic hand on his knee. ‘Look, today was really nice, but blank slate means blank slate. I wanna do this properly.’

‘You’re gonna drive me crazy, aren’t ya?’

‘Hell yeah.’

‘S’alright, I can wait.’ He checked himself with an incredibly shocked expression, his own words obviously scaring the crap out of him. ‘This love stuff is messing with my brain.’

‘It does that.’

‘I like it.’

You leaned in and gave him a quick peck, smirking at his desperate expression as you pulled away. ‘Me too.’

—

When you got back to your apartment, Nat was sprawled out on the couch. She didn’t look round when you walked in, so you took it upon yourself to attempt a conversation, just to see how things stood.

‘Hey, you had a good day?’

‘Mhmm.’ There was definitely still a weird atmosphere. ‘How was your date?’

‘Yeah, really nice, thanks.’

You waited in silence for a few seconds to see if a truce was on the cards, but she didn’t even look at you, so you just started to retreat towards your bedroom. 

You almost shat yourself in fear when she yelled after you.

‘Y/n!’ She appeared in the doorway to the living room, looking incredibly reluctant and avoiding your gaze. ‘Look, I get that I overreacted, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt.’

You squinted at her suspiciously. Nat never conceded like this, there was definitely something up. Then it dawned on you. 

‘You spoke to her, didn’t you?’

‘Who?’

‘You know who,’ you took a step towards her, ‘your friend from high school. She told you the truth about not sleeping with Buck, about him apologising, didn’t she?’  

‘She might’ve… mentioned it.’ You couldn’t prevent a smug smile spreading over your face. ‘But it doesn’t matter, cause one right doesn’t erase a thousand wrongs.’

‘I know, but the fact that he’s at least trying has to count for something.’

She finally met your gaze. ‘Are you sure you can trust him?’

‘I’m getting there.’ A wave of relief passed over you as her face began to soften, the glistening hope that you might be getting your closest confidant back prompting you to vomit up another confession. ‘Oh there’s, uh- there’s something else I haven’t told you.’

‘Go on.’

‘He told me he loves me.’

Her eyebrows almost shot off her forehead. ‘Shit. Do you…?’

‘I’m getting there.’

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Summary:Well, time for you to navigate this emotional labyrinth and do your best not to get lost or die in the process.

Pairing: College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: I fucking love autumn man. I hope everyone is happy and doing well.

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Your feet were numb by the time you reached the parking lot.

Bucky popped the trunk of his worn-out Jeep and helped you up, leaving you perched there with your legs dangling over the edge as he retrieved the blanket. He wrapped your feet up tight before standing back and folding his arms across his broad chest.

‘Feeling better?’

‘In some ways,’ you kept your gaze away from his and added under your breath, ‘worse in others.’

‘I’ll take it my outburst wasn’t appreciated.’

‘I mean, you saw a fire and decided to add more fire, I’m really not sure what you thought would happen.’

‘Yeah, good point, sorry about that.’ He stuffed his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. ‘I’m not good with all this feelings stuff, I tried to do some research last night but it obviously didn’t help.’

You gulped, part of your brain screaming at you not to delve any deeper into that as you pushed the word out. ‘Research?’

‘Mhmm, I watched The Notebook.’

‘Course you did.’ An exasperated laugh escaped your lips as you rubbed your hands across your face. ‘Alright, in that case, it’d be a waste for me not to ask. What do you want, Buck?’

He chuckled and lowered himself down next to you, the car dipping slightly under his weight.

‘Well I figured, since I helped you with your phobia, maybe you’d be able to do the same for me.’ You finally let your gaze meet his, your dubious expression obviously making him panic slightly. ‘We could take it slow, just float for a bit, y’know? Don’t want to risk either of us drowning.’

‘You really thought it’d be that easy?’

‘Oh, no, of course not.’ He brushed his hands over his thighs, shifting himself around awkwardly for a few seconds. ‘Actually, yeah, I kinda did.’  

‘Wow, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d never been in a relationship.’

‘Why d’you always think I’m lying?’

That question didn’t really warrant an answer, both of you were more than aware of his reputation.

As the two of you fell into silence, the only discernible sound being the waves crashing in the far distance, you figured this was as good an opportunity as any to finally drag that story out of him. He’d already dropped the big L, surely there was no excuse for clamming up now.

‘Alright, since you’re all about the truth today, are you finally gonna tell me what the hell happened to you? I genuinely can’t think of anything other than a bad relationship that could’ve made you like this.’

‘It was a bad relationship, it just wasn’t mine.’ He paused to glance in your direction, so you shot him your best sympathetic-but-incredibly-curious expression. ‘My mom was an asshole, she fucked around then just up-and-left when I was a kid. After seeing what it did to my dad I…’

‘Decided never to trust any other woman? You think that makes sense?’

‘Who’s the one without any sympathy now?’

Feeling a couple pangs of guilt in your chest, you nodded apologetically, pulling your leg up so you were facing him.

‘I appreciate you telling me. I get it, I really do, but you gotta remember that you’re not your father. And I’m not your… mother.’ You winced slightly. ‘That’s the first time I’ve had to clarify that to someone I’ve seen naked.’

‘Wish I could say the same.’

His stupid grin prompted you to shove him in the shoulder. ‘Idiot.’

‘I might be an idiot, and I’m definitely still figuring out how to navigate all this, but I know how I feel and I meant what I said.’ A hand gently came to rest on your knee. ‘I do love you.’

‘You really have to stop saying that, it gives me the jitters.’

‘You realise I’m just gonna say it even more now?’

‘Mhmm, should’ve predicted that.’ Your gaze wandered down to his hand and you just about managed to hold back the urge to lay yours on top of it. ‘This is insane, Buck. We’ve never even been on a real date.’

‘We should probably change that, then.’

You let out a long breath, knowing the hurt of losing some stupid friends-with-benefits scenario with him would be absolutely nothing in comparison to the breakdown of any kind of serious relationship.

‘I’ll think about it,’ you leaned over to free your feet from the blanket, ‘but I just wanna go home now.’

Before you could stand up, Buck grabbed onto your shoulder to keep you in place. ‘Before you go, I should warn you, Steve’s probably told Nat.’

Fuck.

You genuinely considered waiting around until Buck had driven off so you could jump into the sea properly this time, but you eventually traipsed back to Nat’s car and fired up the engine, mentally preparing yourself for the absolute shit-storm you were about to enter.

—

As you opened the apartment door, you were greeted by your roommate, standing in the middle of the kitchen with her arms tightly folded.

‘Hey, you.’ You tried your best to soothe the obvious tension but she looked like she was ready to shoot lasers from her eyes. ‘Have you, uh- spoken to Steve today or…?’

‘You’re unbelievable.’

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ You dropped her car keys on the counter with a defeated sigh. ‘Alright, have at it.’

With that, she exploded.

‘I fucking warned you. I told you everything, told you exactly what that motherfucker does, and you just ignored me. Then what happened? He went and fucked someone else. You happy now, hmm?’

‘Look, I know how all this sounds but I talked to him, he said it was just a misunderstanding.’

‘And you believed him?’ You shrugged, cringing and nodding slightly. ‘Jesus, you’re even more stupid than I thought. You really think this guy is boyfriend material?’

‘It wasn’t anything serious before, it was just some fun.’

‘And what is it now?’

‘I honestly don’t know.’

‘People don’t change overnight, y/n. He’s gonna hurt you, for real this time, and I’m not gonna be a shoulder to cry on when he does. You’re on your own.’ She stormed towards her room, turning back just before disappearing down the hallway. ‘Oh, and don’t bring him back here. Ever.’

The door slammed with an almighty noise that shook all the walls. 

Well, that could’ve been worse. It definitely could’ve been better, but you were alive and she hadn’t physically harmed you at all, so you’d actually gotten off pretty lightly.

You collapsed onto the couch. You really did want to try things out with him, you were sure of that, but now your closest friendship was at risk if it all went pear-shaped. Bucky would have to prove to you and Nat that he’d genuinely changed, and you really weren’t sure if that was too much to ask of him- if he fucked up, there was a chance you’d lose both of them.

This was a lot for you to trust him with.

Then again, so was letting him lead you into the ocean with no idea of his intentions after only knowing him for two days. Most of the damage had already been done with Nat now, so you couldn’t see the harm in rolling the dice just one more time.  

Cursing your own stupidity before you’d even made the stupid decision, you pulled out your phone, finding Bucky’s number and hitting the call button.

Hey! What’s up? You okay?

‘Yeah I’m good, and I’ve thought about it. Let’s go on a date. Fuck it.’

Awesome! That was fast, just couldn’t stay away huh?

‘Don’t get cocky, you’re on crazy thin ice. This is make or break.’

I’ll pull out all the stops.

You smiled to yourself. ‘You better.’

See you soon, sealegs.

‘Bye, Buck.’

Love you.

‘Stop.’

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Part 9

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Summary:You’d jumped into a shark tank and ended up getting bitten, you really had no right to be upset about it.

Pairing:College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: Going to a 100th birthday party tomorrow. Gonna get absolutely twatted. Say oops upside your head say oops upside your head.

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A few quiet days passed. 

You weren’t sure if Bucky was waiting for you to reach out, or if he’d just completely lost interest now that you’d openly added emotions into the mix, but either way it really fucking sucked. His silence spoke volumes that you weren’t sure you were ready to hear yet. 

The weekend came around and you were hanging around your apartment with Nat, halfway through a movie when her phone started to vibrate on the coffee table. Her face immediately scrunched up when she checked who it was. She said she’d just be a minute, pausing the TV before hurrying into her room, a move that made slight concern rise in your chest. She was never usually cagey like that around you.

A few minutes later, you heard her stomping back down the corridor. Swivelling your head in the direction of the sound, you almost had to do a double-take, cause you swore you’d never seen her look so pissed.

‘Everything alright?’

‘Unbelievable.’ She muttered to herself before flopping back down on the couch, turning to face you with slight redness rising in her cheeks. ‘Remember how you wanted to sleep with Steve’s friend, Bucky?’

Just the mention of his name made all the hairs on the back of your neck jump up. ‘Vaguely…’

‘And how I told you he hypnotises women, like when he fucked over my high school friend?’

‘Mhmm.’

‘That was her. She saw him again last night, apparently. Such an idiot.’

Your heart sank. 

All the breath instantly left your lungs like you’d been punched in the gut, every ounce of emotional strength you had left kicking into overdrive in an attempt to hide your distress from Nat.

‘You mean they…?’

‘I assume so. I mean, that’s what he does, gets his claws in then fucks off.’ She shrugged, letting out a deep sigh before grabbing the remote and pressing play. ‘I’ll meet up with her soon, try talking some sense into her again. Feels like I spend my life picking up the pieces behind that fucking asshole.’

You just nodded, too caught up in your racing thoughts to appreciate the immense irony of that statement. 

It was a struggle to keep yourself together while sitting through the rest of the movie, but you didn’t want to arouse any suspicion, so you just about managed to wait it out before retreating to your bedroom.

You sunk onto the edge of your bed, and everything just felt flat. An ending of this nature was always inevitable, there was never any doubt about that, but you never anticipated just how much it would hurt having that tiny ounce of hope decisively snuffed out. As much as you’d consistently tried convince yourself otherwise, you knew full well that there’d always been a delusional corner of your mind that was convinced Bucky felt the same about you.

Now, it was stinging.  

You lowered yourself sideways, squeezing your eyes closed and hugging your arms across your chest. As you fell into a brittle, fractured sleep, one thought lingered in your mind, taunting you right up until the last second of consciousness. 

Nat had been right all along.

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You felt like you were simply going through the motions of life for the days following that conversation. You were on autopilot, somehow managing to maintain your schedule while remaining firmly locked inside your own head. 

You’d get over it with time but, for now, you were just numb.

Bucky did finally try to call, but you let him go to voicemail every time, deleting any messages he left without listening. You figured all he could do was tell the truth about having moved on or lie and claim he missed you, neither had any value to you at this point. 

All you wanted was to be alone for a while.

Then one day, seemingly out of nowhere, you got an idea. A plan that had the potential to kick-start your journey out of this fucking misery pit you’d found yourself in.

You asked to borrow Nat’s car, responding to her suspicious looks with a web of lies about needing to go to an emergency dental appointment at the edge of the city. Your desperation must’ve leaked into your tale because, after just a few minutes of pleading, she reluctantly handed over the keys. 

The drive was just over an hour. 

Your body stiffened against the biting wind as you climbed out of the car, hair blowing in front of your eyes and partially obscuring your view. You brushed it back with one hand while taking a moment to fill your lungs with the sweet, briny sea air. 

You walked along the sand until you came across the familiar beach house, the grim weather making it look more like the setting for a low-budget horror movie than a lazy summer holiday. Glancing down the vast beach stretching in both directions, you smiled to yourself, relieved that there wasn’t another soul in sight.

This is exactly what you needed.

You sat on the ground a few feet in front of the house, slipping off your shoes and slowly letting your eyes flutter closed. Trying to centre yourself, you took a few deep breaths, focusing on the sound of crashing waves ahead of you and the soft feeling of sand between your toes. 

It was only a few minutes before you head to finally began to clear. The knot that had taken up permanent residence in your stomach recently had started to loosen, and you felt good for the first time in a long while.

It made sense, really, that you were able to find some closure in this place; your found your feelings on this sand, so it was only right to bury them here too. You started to wonder whether you should come here to lay all your problems to rest in the future, there was something so incredibly cathartic about-

‘Hey.’

Your eyes shot open. 

You’d been so wrapped up in your emotional cleansing that you hadn’t heard him approach, just the sight of him making that knot immediately tighten back up.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Could ask you the same question.’ He smiled, obviously trying to lighten the tension, but quickly reverting to sincerity when he sensed how unhappy you were to see him. ‘Look, I told Steve everything. He said Nat was really worried about you, mentioned you’d borrowed her car. I figured this place was a pretty good bet.’

You nodded, foolishly hoping he’d just decide to leave now that you were confirmed to be alive and stable. 

He didn’t, obviously, instead crouching down beside you with a sigh. ‘Can we talk?’

Those words made a hard lump form in your throat. Just being in close proximity to him like this was making every muscle in your body tense up, you weren’t sure if you could stomach a whole conversation. 

You needed to get away from him. 

Your hostile refusal was sitting right there on the tip of your tongue but, for some reason, the words wouldn’t come out. All you could do was stare blankly at him with tears welling in your eyes. 

Your head started swimming, you couldn’t get your thoughts straight, everything felt tangled. 

You mentally scanned through your limited options on how to free yourself from him, still unable to express your anger and knowing full well he’d just follow if you took off along the beach. Staring directly ahead, your clouded mind only managed to come up with one immensely fucking stupid idea. 

It was definitely much too cold for him to follow you in there. 

Without a word, you lifted yourself onto your feet and started to vacantly march forwards, roughly wiping away a few stray tears with your sleeve.

‘Y/n?’ Bucky only sounded a little concerned at first, but his muffled footsteps quickly sped up behind you when he realised you weren’t breaking stride. ‘Y/n, stop!’

Your calves were almost submerged by the time he reached you, grabbing you by the arm and wrenching you backwards.

‘Jesus, what the hell are you doing? Tryna get yourself killed?’

‘Why the fuck do you care?’ Your words finally tore from your throat, the sheer venom in them taking even you by surprise and making you shrink back a little. ‘Please, just leave me alone. If I wanted to talk I would’ve answered your calls.’

‘I know, but Nat told Steve you’ve been pretty much comatose. I was worried,’ he gestured towards your soaking feet, ‘obviously for good reason.’

‘Worried? Great. You fucked around with my feelings then jumped into bed with someone else straight after, but hey, at least you’re a little concerned about it.’

‘What? What the hell are you talking about?’

‘Don’t Buck, just- don’t.’

‘Genuinely, I have no idea what you’re on about.’

‘You’re a fucking liar,’ another hot tear dropped onto your cheek as your voice started to swell again, ‘next time maybe don’t fuck someone who knows my roommate.’

You saw realisation dawn on his face, one hand exasperatedly diving into his hair as he began shaking his head. ‘No, listen, you’ve got it wrong. I know how this is gonna sound, but I swear I just asked her to meet up so I could apologise.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘Ask her. I’ll give you her number, you can ask her.’ His frustration was becoming more obvious with every word. ‘If you’d just answered my calls I could’ve explained this days ago.’

‘I’m sure it would’ve been much easier for you to lie about fucking someone else over the phone.’

‘You really think I’d do that to you?’

‘Oh, like I’m not just another plaything you’re gonna throw aside when you’ve finished?’

The two of you were borderline shouting at each other by this point, your emotionally-charged howls echoing over the empty sand.

‘You’re more than that to me and you know it.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

‘Jesus Christ y/n I fucking love you!’

Everything fell silent.

You were frozen, staring at him in shock, reeling from his words. Your legs were so wobbly you had no idea how you were still standing and you felt a little like you were going to puke.

Your eyes began to rapidly scan over the sand and the water as you tried to come to terms with what you’d just heard but, for some reason, all you could focus on was how fucking freezing your toes were. You’d obviously just gone into complete overload, so your mind had chosen something to fixate on to prevent you breaking down entirely.

‘So,’ Buck was gazing at you intently, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him, ‘you gonna say anything?’

‘My feet are cold.’

He let out an exasperated chuckle. ‘S’what happens when you go paddling on a freezing day.’

‘Appreciate the sympathy.’

‘You did this to yourself, don’t try to make me feel bad about it.’

‘Wow, true love huh?’

He smiled slightly and nodded, eventually stepping forward and reaching his hand out to you.

‘C’mon, I’ve got a blanket in the car.’

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Part 8

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Summary: Your agreement was balancing on a knife edge but Bucky just wouldn’t stop pushing

Pairing: College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:Language, creepy behaviour

Author’s Note: Can’t believe it’s been a week, apologies, I want to post more regularly but just been super tired recently. Anyway I hope everyone is having a v nice week, much love, enjoy this next part!

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You told Nat you had a date this evening, but you flat-out refused to tell her who with.

When she saw you dressed to the nines in black tie she almost waterboarded you to get the information, but you held firm, insisting that you didn’t want to jinx the evening by giving too much away. There was no way she suspected the truth, but you still got the hell out of your apartment as swiftly as you could- just in case.

Bucky said he’d meet you outside the venue. Your taxi pulled up a little early and you climbed out, feeling your heartbeat in your throat as you hastily walked towards the address he’d given you. You really shouldn’t have been this nervous, it was just a favour, but you couldn’t help getting in your head about your first proper outing together.

Man, this whole friends with benefits situation would be a helluva lot easier if he just stuck to the fucking rules every once in a while. 

You turned the final corner and saw the grand-looking building, lit up like a Christmas tree with faint music coming from inside, Bucky casually leaning against the wall outside.

You had to give it to him, that boy could rock a tuxedo.

He started grinning like an idiot as soon as he spotted you, pushing himself upright and prowling towards you like a leopard approaching its prey. Your heart was close to punching clean through your rib cage by the time he was in touching distance.

‘Well would’ya look at that,’ he took both of your hands in his and pulled you towards him, ‘my date doesn’t look half bad.’

The way he said that made some of those feelings you weren’t allowed to have bubble up in your chest, so you quickly had to bag them up and go drown them in the river; you were just here as his friend, you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

‘You can chill out with the date shit, I’m only here to make you look less lonely.’

His hands started to explore the length of your back, fingertips pressing lightly into your skin when they reached your hips. ‘Oh yeah? That’s the only reason you came?’

‘Course. Why, what’re you getting at?’

‘Nothing at all.’ He shot you a wink, moved to your side and offered out his arm. ‘Showtime.’

You audibly gulped before letting him lead you up the stairs.  

As soon as the two of you stepped inside, you sensed half the eyes in the room shooting in your direction, some low-level whispers starting as you made your way through the crowd. Bucky obviously had a reputation amongst these people too, because they were staring at you the same as they’d stare at a dress-wearing dog walking in on its hind legs. You’d never felt like such a spectacle. 

He guided you over to a bunch of guys standing in a circle, squeezing the two of you into the group and greeting a couple of them with elaborate handshakes. They seemed just as surprised by your presence as the rest of the crowd, a couple of them exchanging confused side-eyes, but they thankfully kept their mouths shut and greeted you politely.

Looking around the sea of tuxedos, you couldn’t help noticing a slight issue.

None of them had dates.

So, either every single other person in the circle had been bailed on this evening, or Bucky had flat-out lied in order to get you here. Why the hell would he do that? Was this some kind of stupid fucking bet?

You’d definitely be having strong words later.

Before long, the group managed to locate some seats, and you couldn’t help noticing that Buck was starting to acting a little weird. He scooched his chair as close to yours as was physically possible and planted an arm firmly around your waist, a position that must’ve been at least little uncomfortable for him but it barely moved all evening.  

The two of you obviously had very different ideas about the definition of a friend-date.

Nevertheless, despite his weirdly clingy side coming out, you actually found yourself having a really nice time with Buck and his friends. The drinks and the chat were flowing, you almost started to wonder what the hell you were so worried about coming here. 

Then a new member joined the group. He sat directly opposite and just began to flat-out stare at you, his erratically fluttering eyelids and inability to keep his head up straight telling you that he was far more drunk than any of his friends. You tried to ignore him, but he was directly in your eye-line, so your agitated gaze kept inadvertently flicking back his way.  

All you could do was just hope he’d fuck off in search of his next drink very soon.

Unfortunately, the seat directly beside you just happened to become free after ten or so minutes, and he pounced as fast as someone in his condition was capable of. 

‘Nice to meet you.’

He went in for a handshake. You began to reciprocate but he quickly switched tactics on you, suddenly going to kiss the back of your hand but not quite managing to make contact before you wrenched it away. The laugh he let out at your reaction made you shudder. 

Trying to get as far away from this creep as possible, you scooched yourself further into your date’s side, the slight nudge diverting his attention away from his conversation and over to your new seat neighbour.

Even Buck seemed surprised at the state he was in. ‘What time did you guys start?’

‘Dunno,’ the creep gave a sloppy shrug and took a long swig from his beer, ‘a while back.’

‘You think maybe you should slow down?’

He just huffed in response.

You tried to go back to chatting with Bucky’s other friends but, just a few minutes later, you felt a firm tap uncomfortably high on your thigh. By that point you were fully prepared to bust out your wide range of self-defence moves.

You reluctantly turned back to the sloppy drunk, finding his face just a couple inches away from yours, foul whiskey breath spreading over you as he spoke.  

‘So, what, you got a magic mouth or something?’

Buck’s keen ears picked that up straight away, cause his head snapped in the direction of the question, arm immediately tightening around you. ‘The hell you say man?’

‘Oh c’mon Barnes, you never stick around, there must be a reason you haven’t ditched this one yet.’ His gaze moved back to you, a look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. ‘You wanna share with the rest of the group, sweetheart?’

This motherfucker was really pushing his luck now. 

You went to respond, feeling the venom building in your throat, but Buck got in there just before you.

‘You wanna shut the hell up before I make you?’

Creep leant back, chuckling to himself while holding his hands up in surrender. You hoped that’d be the end of it, but no, this asshole really didn’t know when to quit. 

‘No need to get so defensive over a piece of ass.’

Bucky shot up from his seat, shoulders squared and fists clenched. 

As much as you didn’t want a full-on fight happening over your lap, you had to admit to being a little entertained, cause the drunk asshole scrambled out of his chair and shot away so fast he almost left skid marks on the ground. The rest of the group seemed to notice the slight kerfuffle, but Buck calmly sitting back down and reverting his attention to you made them lose interest. 

One arm curled round your shoulders while the other hand came to rest softly on your knee. ‘You okay?’

‘Mhmm. No thanks to your friend.’

‘Nah, he’s not my friend, I barely know that asshole.’ His eyes started to vigilantly scan the room behind you. ‘If he comes near you again I might have to do more than scare him.’

You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘S’alright big man, I can handle myself.’

‘I know, but I’m not gonna sit here and let him talk to you like that.’

‘Very noble considering, in this agreement, I am basically just a piece of ass.’

Any trace of triumph quickly fell from his face. He was silent for a few seconds, eyes searching yours while an earnest look you’d never seen before spread over his features. You were actually a little nervous about what was coming next.

He went to open his mouth, but was instantly distracted by a tap on the shoulder. The two of you had some brightly-coloured shots forced into your hands and, just like that, the moment was gone.

You could see Bucky getting progressively more hammered as the night went on, every drink apparently convincing him more and more that you two were the happiest of couples. The possessive arm stayed firmly round you all evening, but he also began kissing you on the side of the head and neck at random intervals, sometimes whispering slightly slurred compliments directly in your ear. It made you giddy every time he did it. 

But, as nice as it was, you knew it was dangerous.

There was no way in hell he would ever maintain anything serious with you, so in acting like this he was really leading you on, even if it wasn’t intentional. You were doing your best to stick to his terms despite your feelings, yet here he was just carelessly breaking all of them.

It was getting close to midnight when he stumbled to his feet and sauntered out of the room without a word. You waited a few minutes, figuring he’d probably just gone to piss out the twelve or so beers he’d already necked, but there was no sign of him returning. 

You eventually got up with a sigh and headed in the same direction. A few other students directed you out to the front of the building, where you found him swaying side to side in time with the muffled music, having a smoke. 

‘You alright?’

He spun round, a wide smile spreading over his face. ‘Am now.’

The cigarette butt was unceremoniously dropped from his fingers as he approached. He wound his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and kissing you gently. 

Usually, being close to him like this made all other thoughts melt from your mind, but you were really struggling to get lost in the moment this time. You just couldn’t ignore the slight unease in your stomach, you had to work out what his game was.

‘So you were worried you’d be the only one without a date, huh?’

His mouth curled into a crafty smile. ‘I might’ve exaggerated a little.’

‘No shit.’ He leaned in again but you put your palms against his chest to stop him. ‘Why am I here, Buck?’

‘So I can show you off.’

What the fuck did that mean? 

Apparently not at all picking up on your hints, he decided to dip his head sideways, so he could begin to plant kisses under your jaw. 

‘Buck,’ you pushed him away this time and took a small step back, ‘you need to stop.’

Alarm quickly spread across his face. ‘Shit, sorry, what’s wrong?’

‘You’re not my boyfriend, alright? You made that abundantly clear when we started this, but for some reason you’ve been happy to act like we’re the perfect couple all night.’

He nodded apologetically. ‘I get it, I do, I just…’

‘Just what?’ You tried your best not to let your frustration show, but this was like trying to get blood out of a stone.

‘Nothing.’

‘Right, of course.’ You were starting to get a little pissed now. ‘What the hell happened to you Buck? You’re happy to do all this sweet, caring stuff for me but at the first mention of anything remotely serious you just completely close up. What messed you up so bad?’

‘You can’t ask me about that shit while I’m hammered, it’s not fair.’

So there was something, then. Had he lied about having no previous relationships too? 

You were so sick of trying to work him out. 

It didn’t matter anyway, you knew that as soon as you dug deep enough to find the answer he’d just cast you aside for a new fling. That’s just the kind of guy he was.

‘I’m gonna go home.’

‘No, don’t leave, let’s just have a good night. We can talk about all this shit another time.’

You’d loved to have believed that, but deep down you knew you’d always be waiting for another time with him. The two of you were playing a game you’d never win.

‘I think this was a mistake, Buck.’

‘What, coming here tonight?’

You shook your head slightly before turning away and heading inside to get your things. He didn’t follow you, probably figuring you’d have to face him again when you tried to leave, but you managed to find a back entrance to sneak out of. You called a taxi to take you home, holding back your tears as you waited by the side of the road. 

Typical, really, that your shittiest breakup was with someone who’d never even been your boyfriend. 

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Part 7

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Summary: For someone so averse to commitment, Bucky seemed to be getting awfully comfortable in your company.

Pairing:College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:Language, idk what counts as smut like there’s no humping but it’s a little risque I guess so just avoid if you’re a super holy joe

Author’s Note: I came across an ex on a dating app the other day and I’m still in a bad mood about it. I’m sure author’s notes are supposed to be related to the story they’re prefacing but I maintain my right to just use them as spaces to rant into the void.

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Well, you honestly never predicted this.

Here you were, waking up in your own bed, with your head comfortably resting on Bucky’s chest. Your arm was slung over him, while his hand was tucked snugly around your waist. You half-expected to pinch yourself and wake up in class with a professor shooting daggers at you.

Slowly shifting upwards, you moved to prop yourself up on your elbows, only stopping when you were nose to nose with your guest.

A smile spread over his face. ‘Morning.’

‘You stayed over.’

‘Mhmm.’ One of his eyes opened a slither. ‘Did you not want me to?’

‘I thought we said no strings attached?’

‘Sleeping over isn’t a string, it’s a well thought-out gamble to maximise potential sex time.’

‘Seems like you’re having your cake and eating it.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Without a hint of warning, his eyes shot open and he bolted over, taking you by surprise and managing to pin you on your back. ‘You make it sound like I’m the only one getting my kicks here.’

You flashed him a mischievous smirk. ‘I never said that.’

He dipped his head downwards, burying his face in your neck, the sensations of his lips against your skin making you melt a little. His body came to rest flush against yours, the firm pressure on your stomach sending tingling waves down all your limbs.

You were teetering on the edge of becoming totally lost in this moment when an obnoxiously loud knock echoed through the room. Both your heads snapped in the direction of the noise.

‘Hey, you up?’ Nat’s muffled voice came from behind the door. ‘How did last night go?’

‘Shit.’

Bucky turned back towards you, obviously trying to fake disappointment. ‘Damn, guess we have to tell her now.’

‘The hell we fucking do.’ You shoved him off of you, frantically jumping out of bed and throwing a sheet over his head. ‘Just- pretend to be asleep.’

He sat up, fully covered by the fabric, looking like a cockblocked ghost. ‘This is a little much, don’t you think?’

‘Hey, Casper, either shut the fuck up or our deal is off.’

He raised his hands in surrender, huffing like a toddler on the verge of tantrum, and rolled over so his back was facing the door. You kept a suspicious eye on his shrouded form while pulling on your dressing gown, half-convinced he’d dive into a big reveal as soon as he heard the lock click.

Cracking the door open slightly, you gave Nat your best innocent smile through the gap.

‘Hey, how did-’ Her eyes immediately skipped past your face and landed on the thick set of calves poking out from underneath your bed sheets, her voice lowering to a whisper. ‘You fucked him on the first date?’

You shook your head sheepishly, wincing. ‘I fucked someone else on the first date.’

‘You what? You brought home some random dude from the bar?’

‘Mhmm, yep. I did.’

Amazing, really, that you’d rather Nat think of you as someone who dumpster dives for bed companions than someone who’d dare go within ten feet of Bucky. Oh well. 

She gave you an amused head shake before backing off, at which point you took the opportunity to firmly slam the door closed and turn the lock. 

Well, you’d gotten away with that bit, so now all you had to do now was figure out how the fuck you were gonna get him out of here.

Bucky dramatically tossed the sheet away and sat up, crossing his arms indignantly. ‘Some random dude?’

‘I mean, pretty much.’ You strolled back over to the bed, deciding to climb onto his lap with your legs straddling his in an attempt to placate him. ‘I still barely know anything about you.’

His hands disappeared under your dressing gown, his words escaping between the soft kisses he was planting on your collarbone. ‘What you wanna know?’

That was a big question. Naturally, your curiosity around Bucky had been off the charts since you first met, but the only deep stuff you’d ever discussed with him was your own issues. 

You figured that it would take quite the set of circumstances to mould someone like this, and you had an inkling about at least one of them.

‘Did someone hurt you?’

He stopped abruptly, face turning upwards towards yours. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘People who close themselves off like you have usually have a pretty good reason for doing so.’

‘You speaking from experience?’

You gave him a faint smile. ‘Alright, we can change the subject, sorry I asked.’

He let out a deep sigh, face still pointed upwards but eyes desperately avoiding yours, hands staying planted on your hips.

‘Look, I know what you’re getting at, but you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’ve never had any kind of serious relationship.’

You narrowed your eyes at him. ‘Could you point me towards the right tree to bark up?’

‘Nope.’

He launched himself forward, pinning you on your back yet again and pretty effectively ending the conversation. Just as he was beginning to get to work, you heard a shower start on the other side of the apartment, reluctantly realising this was probably your best chance to get him out without being spotted.

He wasn’t best pleased, the look he gave you as you pushed him into the elevator with his clothes half-hanging off his body was absolutely priceless. 

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That first morning had been too much of a close call for you.

From then on you insisted that, unless Nat was literally out of the city, the two of you would have to meet at Bucky’s. He seemed a little resistant to the idea at first, you guessed because he wasn’t accustomed to having sexual partners hanging around in his personal space, but with him living alone it just made more sense. He’d just have to put his big boy pants on and suck it up. 

Your initial agreement was pretty much that you’d arrive, have sex and then leave straight after, but every time you went over you found yourself lingering in his bed a little longer. It got to the point where the two of you would just lay there for hours, talking and laughing about nothing.

Much to your surprise, it was Bucky who eventually initiated the next stage. You were heading from his bedroom to the front door, straightening your clothes, when he piped up behind you.

‘You’re welcome to stay for a bit, if you want.’

You swirled round to face him, bewildered at the extent of his sex drive. ‘I would, but I’m super beat. I almost had to stop you a couple times there cause I was cramp-’

‘No, I didn’t mean for that.’ A puzzled eyebrow shot up your forehead. ‘We could watch a movie or something?’

Well, this was an interesting development.

‘A movie?’

‘Yeah. Deep Blue Sea? Jaws?’

‘You’re such a dick.’

You rolled your eyes, figuring he’d only asked to set up that fucking stupid joke, and started heading back towards the door. You were stopped pretty abruptly when he reached out and grabbed hold of your wrist.

‘I’m just fucking with you, we can watch something else.’

You must’ve looked at him like he’d suddenly started speaking another language. ‘Oh, you actually want me to stay?’

‘Yeah, why not.’

You could think of a whole list of reasons why not, all of them being the ground rules you’d both laid out at the start of this little agreement, but he’d vaulted over the back of the couch and started to make himself comfortable before you could even begin reeling them off.

Eh, you had nothing else to do today.

He draped an arm over your shoulders as you settled in next to him. ‘What happened anyway, I thought you were over all that ocean stuff?’

‘Think you might’ve overestimated yourself just a little there.’

‘Impossible,’ he shot you a suggestive smile, ‘but I’m happy to go back and keep trying until you’re better.’

‘Going on holiday together definitely counts as a string.’

He shrugged. ‘I’m sure we can cope with a couple strings.’

That definitely set alarm bells ringing. Never in a million years did you think he’d be the first to overstep that mark, there was definitely a chance he was testing how far he could push this without fully committing.

‘Oh, that reminds me,’ he casually added while scrolling through Netflix, ‘I have a favour to ask.’

‘Right…’

‘I have this college formal coming up and I found out earlier that all my friends are taking dates. I don’t wanna be the only one on my own, but I don’t wanna ask someone else and give em the wrong idea, y’know?’ A cheeky grin was shot in your direction. ‘So you’re my only option, really.’

‘You should write that down and send it to Hallmark, it’d make a beautiful card.’

‘Nah, I don’t share my hopelessly romantic side with just anyone.’

‘I’m honoured.’

He turned towards you slightly, pitiful desperation in his eyes. ‘C’mon, please?’

‘Why on earth would the infamous ladies’ man Bucky Barnes want to be seen in public with anything even vaguely resembling a girlfriend?’

‘Why would I be bothered about trying to pick up chicks when I have a great regular thing set up here?’

Yep, he was definitely starting to get a little too comfortable, domesticated even.

‘What if someone else there knows Nat and recognises me?’

‘That’s a risk I’m willing to take.’

You rolled your eyes at him. In all fairness, a night out in black tie with Buck did sound fun, but you’d be the one getting your clopper kicked in if Nat found out. Besides, this definitely lied outside the bounds of your agreement.

You’d have to weigh up the risks.

‘I’ll think about it.’

‘Do.’

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Part 6

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Summary: You assumed that leaving the beach house would mean leaving Bucky behind too.

Pairing: College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: Apologies this one took so long, in the midst of a fucking global pandemic I somehow managed to get a regular cold and I’ve just been feeling sorry for myself all week.

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You spend the rest of that last day in a placid haze.

When questioned, you simply explained away your serene mood as the result of a whole weekend relaxing on the beach. A suspicious frown was shot in your direction, but there was no way she could prove you were lying, so you couldn’t have given a fuck.

As you were packing your things, you found yourself wondering whether you’d ever see Bucky again. The two of you lived in the same city, so it would definitely be possible, but you reasoned that a guy like him probably wouldn’t be interested once other girls were readily available. Besides, your flat was too small for you to sneak around without Nat hearing.

You all said goodbye and, with one last mischievous wink, Bucky packed himself into Steve’s car.

—

It was weird, and frankly pretty depressing, going back to your normal grind.

Sitting in class, you found yourself daydreaming about being back on that beach, fingernails tracing down the curve of his back as the sun came up. Your professors caught you smiling with your eyes closed a couple of times, all of them looking spectacularly unimpressed once you came to your senses and reeled off an excuse or two.

You knew that your feelings for Bucky would just dissipate naturally as life dragged on but, for the time being, you couldn’t help being completely hung up on him.

A week passed, then another, and the events of that weekend started to just feel like a story that had happened to someone else. 

Nat must’ve noticed you were a little low. She obviously didn’t know why- cause if she did you wouldn’t have received any sympathy whatsoever- so in her blissful ignorance she took it upon herself to cheer you up a little. She set you up on a blind date, and you figured you had nothing to lose.

He was nice.

Just… nice.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure if that was the reason the date wasn’t terrible or the reason it wasn’t great. He wasn’t a jerk or a creep with serial killer eyes but, an hour or so in, you almost found yourself wishing he was just for the excitement of it. 

It felt like you were out for a drink with an elderly, dull but well-meaning great uncle. It wasn’t unpleasant, per se, but you weren’t really having fun.

So, naturally, your heart almost leapt out of your chest when you spotted Bucky stroll through the door.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if a crowd of women had pursued him in, but he just seemed to be accompanied by a couple guys you didn’t recognise. They all took a seat at the bar, far enough away from the corner you were nestled in that he wouldn’t easily spot you, but apparently that wasn’t enough of a cover. It was only a few seconds before his keen eyes started scanning every nook and cranny of the room.

He was searching for something, and the look that appeared on his face when he spotted you suggested that he might’ve found it.

You quickly broke eye contact. Dull date was talking about the type of glue they use on postage stamps or something equally as banal, and you tried your best to get engrossed, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from periodically flicking back towards Bucky.

He couldn’t be, could he?

He was, you couldn’t believe it, he was coming over.

The absolute fucking nerve of this guy, you were quite clearly on a date and here he was casually strolling over like a middle aged woman who’s just spotted her friend from book club in the grocery store. Obviously you were incredibly excited to see him again, but there was a time and a place for reunions- and this was not it. 

You had no choice but to cut your date off mid-lecture. ‘I apologise in advance for anything that happens in the next few minutes.’

‘You- what? Is everything alri-’

‘Hey sea-legs,’ he planted his beer down on the table and flopped into the chair opposite you, ‘good to see you again.’

‘Mhmm. You too, Buck.’

The most incredibly painful silence settled around the table. A wide set of eyes were darting between you and the date-crasher, obviously sensing some kind of deep tension. Bucky’s gaze was firmly fixed on you while a playful smirk danced over his lips. You just stared blankly at your drink, hoping for some kind of natural disaster. 

Your date was the first to pipe up.

‘So…’ The obvious suspicion in his voice made you cringe. ‘How do you two know each other?’

‘Funny you should ask-’

‘Through friends.’ You cut the uninvited guest off with a firm glare. ‘Our friends are dating.’

‘Oh right, that’s nice.’

‘It’s real nice.’ Bucky shot you a blatant wink as he spoke. ‘They’re good together, they help each other out with all kinds of deep stuff… and I’ve heard the sex is incredible.’

Unbelievable.

Dull date was definitely starting to suspect something, but you weren’t exactly surprised, cause Buck’s intense gaze hadn’t wavered from you once since he sat down. You downed the rest of your drink and started to weigh up the risks of faking a heart attack.

Bucky sat forward in his chair, clasping his hands on the table like a police interrogator. ‘So how did you two meet?’

‘It’s quite a funny story, actually.’ Your date was leaning forward now too, trying desperately to insert himself in the middle of whatever atmosphere he was sensing. ‘I was in the library, for no reason in particular, and y/n’s roommate came up to m-’

‘Great story.’

‘Oh, I haven’t got to the good part yet, she-’

‘Man you really don’t know how to take a hint, do you?’

You gave Bucky a look of disbelief. His blatant rudeness had caught you off-guard a little, you’d never experienced him behaving so much like a shameless ass before. His cockiness had been kind of a turn on back at the beach house but, in this context, it was just off-putting. 

Maybe this was the real him, the one Nat had warned you about. Maybe he’d left all remnants of the sweet and tender Bucky you remember scattered on the beach like jagged pieces of sea glass.

The three of you fell back into silence. 

It was only a few seconds before the rising tension got the better of you, causing you to jump out of your seat with a vague excuse and scurry towards the bathroom, where you collected yourself for a few minutes and fought off the urge to climb through one of the windows. 

You eventually built up enough courage to hesitantly venture back into the bar, jumping when you heard a voice from behind you.

‘Those sharks stopped biting yet?’

You eyed him as he waltzed round to stand in front of you, just raising an eyebrow rather than responding- he knew full well it was nothing to do with sharks, he was obviously just trying to get a reaction out of you.

‘Bad joke, got it.’ He buried his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, that familiar knowing smile making an appearance. ‘Your date seems nice.’

You did your best to sound stoked on this painfully boring guy. ‘Yeah, he is, really nice. I’d quite like to get back if that’s alright with you.’

‘Oh, he’s gone. I gave him twenty dollars to get lost and he almost bit my hand off.’

‘He what?’ You strained your neck until you could see your table, where the poor guy was still patiently waiting, looking more than a little confused. ‘Right. Good one. Funny.’

‘Might be the funniest thing you hear all night if you stick with that dead fish.’

He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to admit that. ‘How the hell would you know? You barely even let him speak.’

‘Don’t have to hear a dog bark to know it’s a dog.’ He took a step towards you. ‘Why don’t we blow this place off? I could show you some real fun.’

Ordinarily, you’d have jumped down his throat before he could even finish his sentence, but there was no fucking way were you’d give in to him after how he’d behaved this evening. 

‘Tempting,’ you let a thick layer of sarcasm coat your words, ‘but I’ll pass this time.’

‘What about next time?’

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him without giving an answer and heading back towards your table, hoping to god he didn’t follow. 

He thankfully returned to his bar stool, but you soon realised he had no intention of letting you escape his gaze. You managed to maintain the date for another hour or so, nodding along to the most soulless stories you’d ever been subjected to, all the while trying to forget about the pair of sinful eyes that were targeting you from across the room.

How the hell had you managed to find yourself sandwiched between two complete polar opposites? If only you could mix them together, they might actually average out to make one pretty normal guy.

You made your excuses and let your date walk you out onto the street, where you gave him a very awkward goodbye hug. You did your best to let him down gently when he suggested meeting up again, but he really wasn’t getting the message at all, so you eventually just had to tell him outright that you weren’t interested. He immediately stormed off. 

You pulled out your phone with a sigh, debating whether to spend money on a taxi or risk the streets alone, when someone piped up behind you.

‘Need someone to walk you home?’

You turned your head slightly towards the voice. ‘You’re like a bad smell, Barnes.’

‘Nah, I’m just not a quitter, that’s all.’ He stopped beside you and held his arm out. ‘C’mon, let’s talk.’

You deliberated for a second, eventually giving him a reluctant nod when you reached the conclusion that you really couldn’t afford an Uber. You made a point of ignoring his arm offer before setting off at a hurried pace.

Bucky had to jog to catch up with you. ‘So he seemed pretty pissed, did you break it off?’

‘Mhmm. Not that it’s any of your business.’

‘It is, actually, considering what I wanted to talk about.’

That was enough to shock you into slowing down a little, a suspicious frown creeping across your face. ‘What?’

‘Look, I know Nat gave you the speech about me, and you probably think I’m some nymphomaniac asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about hurting people.’ He paused, as if to give you a chance to object, but you just shot him a look that confirmed his suspicions were accurate. ‘I promise, I’m really not that bad.’

‘You could’ve fooled me, you’ve acted like a proper cunt this evening.’

He could obviously tell you weren’t joking, but he laughed anyway. ‘Hey I could see from across the bar that you weren’t interested in that wet wipe, I was just trying to spice up your evening a little.’

‘I don’t need you to swoop in and fix my love life, thanks.’

‘Alright, that’s fair.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, wincing a little. ‘Sorry, I was out of line, he seemed like a nice guy.’

You gave him a forgiving nod, definitely still pissed but intrigued enough by his intentions to forget it for now. ‘So what is it you want?’

‘Well, I suppose I have an indecent proposal for you.’ Oh Christ, here we go. ‘Hanging out back at the beach house was great and I really like you, but I really suck at relationships. I always fuck them up somehow. I just-’

‘Get to the point, Buck.’

‘Alright, I was basically wondering whether you’d want to come to some kind of arrangement where we just hang out and have sex with no strings attached.’

Right, well, you couldn’t fault his frankness there.

‘You’re finally tired of fucking your way across the city?’

‘I mean, that’s part of it. Having a regular arrangement, with feelings left out of the equation completely, would be so much easier.’

‘Life isn’t supposed to be easy, Buck. It’s the hard stuff that makes it worth it.’

‘Can you vouch for that?’

You paused for a second and, thinking back on the string of cheaters and fuckboys you’d worked through, you realised that you really couldn’t. All of your relationships up until now had left you completely broken, maybe this was the answer you’d been looking for.

It did sound like a bit of an emotional minefield, especially after the feelings you’d experienced for him that day on the beach, but you figured you could always just duck out if it was getting too much.

Besides, you’d really, really like to have sex with him again.

Then something dawned on you. ‘Hold on a second, how long have you been planning on asking me this? Did you know I’d be at that bar tonight or something?’

‘Ah.’ This was the first time you’d ever seen him look even slightly embarrassed. ‘Well, Steve might’ve mentioned something about Nat and a blind date…’

‘You followed me?’

‘No, I tracked you down based on information from a third party. It’s romantic.’

‘You’re unbelievable.’

He chuckled. ‘I’m sure you’ve told me that before.’

The two of you reached your front door, and you turned to face him, the definition on his arms as they folded across his chest really not helping you make an unbiased decision. 

A smirk curled in the corner of his mouth as he leant against the wall. ‘So?’

As you internally debated whether or not to take this dangerous gamble, you suddenly remembered that Nat was staying at Steve’s tonight, and apparently that was enough to tip the scales.

Grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, you pulled him towards you, crashing your mouth against his and throwing your arms around his neck. He quickly reciprocated, pushing you up against the door and letting his hand slowly dance up your thigh. You decided it was probably best to find your keys before he took things too far out on the street. Both of you spilled through the gap, breathlessly scrambling up the stairs.

He grabbed you from behind once you got into the apartment, burying his face in your neck and growling. ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

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Part 5

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Summary: Life would be so much easier if bad guys weren’t allowed to have any redeeming qualities

Pairing:College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: I meant to post this yesterday but I was invited to play dnd for the first time and it was actually a wonderful experience. Try new things loves, you never know how they’ll turn out. Enjoy this next part!

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By evening, you’d almost forgotten about your close brush with death.

The whole group had agreed on taking a stroll to some abandoned dock that Steve and Nat had found on their long swim, seemingly all deciding to ignore the obvious subtext of their discovery story- that they’d banged on it. Fortunately for you, it was fully accessible by land, so you managed to convince the others to walk there rather than swim. It would’ve been a very boring evening on your own at the house otherwise.

Everyone else did a running jump off the end pretty much as soon as you arrived, your period pains conveniently resurfacing at that exact moment. Excuses were made and you happily settled yourself on the edge to watch them swim.

Bucky gave you a knowing look but, thankfully, stayed silent.

It only took around ten minutes for Steve to start randomly challenging people to chicken fights. That was typical Steve, no surprises there, but one thing you sure as hell didn’t expect was him teaming up with Buck. 

They looked like some kind of comically muscular totem pole, you just had to stand up and get a better view. After a couple of rounds, you’d became so engrossed watching Bucky’s arms at work that you didn’t notice Sam was missing from the group.

There was a lull in the game, during which Bucky glanced in your direction, his face immediately dropping.

‘Sam, no!’

You only managed a split-second of confusion before being shoved off the pier.

You hit the water like a pallet of cinder blocks. The shock left you completely paralysed for the first few seconds but, as soon as you came to your senses and actually tried to swim, the realisation that you were in too deep to touch the ground sent you spiralling into a frenzied panic.

The more you thrashed around trying to get back to the surface, the more you seemed to sink. All you could hear was your own heartbeat and all you could see was the sun’s glimmering reflection getting further and further away.

Your mind was just beginning to cloud over when two arms shot through the water and yanked you upwards. 

Your instincts kicked in and you grabbed onto Bucky with all the strength you could muster, wrapping yourself around him tight while gulping in deep breaths. You squeezed your eyes closed and just hoped to hell that he’d get you out of this situation as quickly as he possibly could. 

He sprinted to the shore. He’d obviously learned some kind of lesson earlier because this time, rather than just dropping you onto the sand, he lowered himself to his knees and kept you firmly in his arms.

Sam appeared on your other side less than a second later. ‘Shit, are you alright?’

You did your best to nod through the hysteria, for some reason still trying to keep up your pretence after that pathetic display.

‘What the hell was that man?’ Bucky sounded genuinely pissed. ‘You tryna kill someone?’

‘I’m really sorry, it was just a joke.’

‘Great joke, maybe next time you could hit someone with a speedboat.’

The two of them kept going back and forth but you stopped listening to just focus on bringing your heart rate down. It was weird, but you had to admit that being held by Bucky seemed to be helping a little. Ordinarily you’d have been violently sobbing and shaking, probably on the brink of passing out, but the firm grip around you and the soft repetition of him stroking your hair was really helping soothe you.

Sam eventually retreated to join the rest of the group, who were huddled a few feet away looking extremely concerned, and Bucky’s attention turned back to you.

‘You alright?’

‘I think I’m doing pretty well, considering.’

‘You’re doing great,’ he glanced towards your friends, ‘but I think your secret’s out.’

‘Really? I thought I played it off.’

A low chuckle vibrated through his chest. ‘I guess we’ll see.’

You buried your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes in an attempt to deflect the suspicious looks Nat was giving you.

You almost just died for Christ’s sake, surely she’d have to give you a pass this time.

—

Clambering into bed that night, you’d never been so pleased for a day to be over. Every muscle in your body was aching.

You still weren’t sure how, but under cross-examination you’d actually managed to play the incident off as a fluke, claiming to your friends that a mixture of shock and the two beers you had with lunch made you forget how to swim- how the hell they bought that you’d never know. 

Obviously you’d tell them the truth at some point, you were just glad you could do it in your own time.

Just as you were nodding off, there was a faint knock on the door, and Bucky’s head appeared in the gap soon afterwards. 

‘Thought I’d make sure you’re all good, two close calls is a lot for one day.’

‘Tell me about it.’ You gave him an exhausted smile. ‘I’m okay though, thanks Buck.’

He was silent for a second. You could tell he was dying to come in, but after everything that’d happened he was obviously reluctant to impose. You had no idea why he was so desperate, you probably looked like an absolute mess that needed at least ten hours sleep and maybe some kind of sedative, but it was flattering nonetheless.

‘Well, g’night.’

‘Hey.’ You stopped him just before the door closed. ‘You can stay, if you want to.’

‘You want me to?’

‘Yeah, I do.’

—

A light shake of your shoulder dragged you out of sleep. You grunted, keeping your eyes firmly closed, and rolled away from your tormentor.

‘Hey,’ he scooched across the gap you’d created and shook you again, ‘wake up.’

‘What time is it?’

‘I don’t know, like seven.’

You aggressively shrugged his hand off your shoulder. ‘Fuck all the way off.’

Just as you thought you’d gotten rid of him and started to feel yourself relaxing back into sleep, Bucky jumped off the bed and ripped the sheet away from you, laughing at the incredibly irritated frown you shot him while still curled up in fetal position.

‘C’mon, we got stuff to do.’

‘The fuck you talking about?’ You were awash with grogginess, the boyish excitement on his face kind of starting to piss you off. ‘Am I still asleep? Is this a nightmare?’

‘Close but no cigar. Now get up.’

He basically dragged you off the mattress, the expression on your face frozen into one of angry confusion as he coaxed you into your bathing suit and down onto the beach. He, for some reason, tried to start leading you into the water, but you stopped dead as soon as your toes started getting wet.

‘What the hell are we doing out here, Buck? It’s way too early for another brush with death.’

‘Alright, look, I have an idea. I want to help you out and I figured we should probably do it before Nat wakes up.’

You gave him a suspicious scowl. ‘Help me out with what?’

‘You know,’ he gestured vaguely to the water surrounding him, ‘your thing.’

You let out a deep sigh. The thought behind this was obviously very sweet and well-intentioned, but you weren’t sure how to break it to him that any kind of improvement was a huge long-shot. You’d been in the water numerous times since the incident, in a variety of different circumstances, and every time it’d ended in disaster.

Your gaze locked with his, the naive optimism in his eyes melting something inside you and willing you to at least let him try.

‘Okay. I’ll give it a shot.’

A wide grin spread over his face. ‘How far in can you get before freaking out?’

‘Um, I guess I can just about cope as long as I’m touching the ground, but anything past that is panic attack territory.’

‘Alright, let’s go.’

He held his hand out to you, your knees already beginning to shake as he led you in. You waded until the water was past your calves, then your thighs, then your stomach. By the time it hit your chest you were squeezing his hand like a vice and really struggling to make your legs carry you any further.

You eventually stopped, the tugging on his arm making him turn around. ‘You alright?’

‘I’ve been better.’

‘Well, you’re better than last time we were here.’ With a smile, he took both of your hands in his. ‘Now close your eyes.’

‘Hell no.’

‘Trust me.’

‘You literally almost killed me yesterday.’

He tilted his head forwards slightly and gave you a pressing look from beneath his eyebrows. With a defeated sigh, you let your eyes hesitantly flicker closed, the idea of being chest-deep in the ocean completely blind making you feel slightly nauseous.

‘If this is some kind of stupid prank I swear to fucking g-’

A surprised yelp escaped your lips when Bucky suddenly scooped you up into a bridal carry. He chuckled, holding you firmly while wading in slightly deeper, only stopping when the water hit his chest.

‘Now, stretch your arms and legs out.’ You scrunched your face up, eyes still firmly closed. ‘I’m not gonna let go, trust me, you’re okay.’

You apprehensively slackened your arms, letting them and your legs begin to bob on the surface of the water. You were breathing a little fast and feeling somewhat shaky but, other than that, you couldn’t believe how little panic you were experiencing.

The feeling of Bucky’s arms supporting your weight from underneath stopped you from feeling too exposed to the depths, so you were able to just focus on the soft sensations of the water lapping at your body, something you’d never been able to enjoy before. A few mild palpitations surfaced whenever you let your mind wander into unsettling territory, but the control you felt over your situation meant you were able to recenter yourself pretty easily.

You were so focused on these growing feelings of tranquillity that you barely even noticed when it happened but, eventually, Bucky let go.

You were just… floating.

‘Feels good right?’

‘Mhmm.’ The corners of your mouth curled into a smile. ‘Really good.’

There were a few long seconds of silence. You turned your head slightly in the direction of Bucky’s voice, hoping to hear at least some movement, eyes still closed but an increasingly concerned look creeping over your face.  

‘I’m still here, don’t worry.’

A hand came to rest on your forehead, Bucky’s lips pressing softly against yours a few seconds later. You snaked your arms around his neck, keeping your mouth connected to his and letting him pull you away from the water when he straightened back up. Your feet were just dangling precariously in the water but you really couldn’t have cared less. 

Ah, fuck. This was bad.

You’d vehemently promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Bucky, but here you were, draped over him in the ocean while hopelessly trying to hold back feelings stronger than any you’d experienced before. You never fucking learn.

He pulled away and glanced over to the beach, scanning his eyes over the empty sand before looking back at you with a wicked smirk. 

‘Thoughts on having sex in the ocean?’

As nice as this experience had been, you figured it probably still wasn’t a great idea to mix your deepest, darkest fear with one of your favourite things in the world- it sounded like a recipe for psychological issues or some kind of weird kink development.

‘Anti. Fish pee in here, Buck, don’t be gross.’

‘Fair enough.’ He shrugged. ‘Beach?’

‘I could do that.’

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Summary:You weren’t even sure if you trusted Bucky to keep your little rendezvous a secret, but now he knew something even worse.

Pairing:College!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:Language

Author’s Note: I should’ve done this in part one, but I would retroactively like to set the tone for this story by directing your attention to this video. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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You woke up in Bucky’s bed the next morning.

You’d originally planned to sneak away after he fell asleep, figuring that’d effectively minimise the risk of getting caught, but you must’ve passed out from exhaustion before you could manage it. 

You were still behind enemy lines.

Bucky was fast asleep, snoring like a speedboat. This would’ve been an opportune moment for you to escape had he not been lying directly on top of your arm. You briefly floated the idea of chewing it off to get away, reasoning that the adrenaline produced by your fear of Nat would carry you through the pain, but the logistics were far too complex.

You were in a coyote ugly with with a hot person, there was literally no name for this situation.

It took a few minutes, but you painstakingly managed to wriggle free without waking him, only to hear movement while you were gathering up all your clothes from the floor.

‘Morning.’ You glanced over to see him sleepily smiling at you. ‘Round two?’

‘Interesting, I had you down as a one-and-done type guy.’

‘Can’t have too much of a good thing.’ He flipped back the sheet beside him, patting the bed in time with a series of suggestive eyebrow raises. ‘Quickie?’

‘I would, Ireally would, but I can’t risk anyone catching me naked in your bedroom.’

‘The risk just makes it hotter.’

He had a very good point. You definitely would’ve taken him up on it, but the idea of Nat finding out and literally crucifying you would probably stop you getting into the moment anyway.

‘I can’t.’

‘Fair enough.’ He flopped onto his back with a sigh. ‘She really has it out for me, huh?’

You shrugged, turning away and mumbling under your breath. ‘For good reason.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. See you later.’

You felt his eyes glued to your butt as you scurried out of the door and across the hallway, fully naked, with a ball of clothes in your arms.

You couldn’t believe you’d gotten away with it.

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You joined Steve and Nat in the kitchen for breakfast. 

Unfortunately, after you’d all finished, you were forced to pull out one of your big gun excuses to get out of taking swim with them. Period pains were a get-out-of-jail-free card you’d be able to play all day long, but you already sensed a little suspicion at your reluctance to go near the water.

You walked them down to the beach, watching them swim completely out of view before lying down and closing your eyes to sunbathe.

Only a few brief minutes of peaceful bliss had passed when, suddenly, you found yourself completely in the shade. You opened an eye to see a grinning Bucky standing over you.

‘Not swimming?’

‘Nah, not in the mood.’

‘C’mon,’ he prodded you with his foot, ‘just a quickie?’

The smirk on his face as he said it would’ve melted the strongest of women into a quivering puddle, but even that wasn’t enough- it’d take a great deal more than some horny flirting to convince you into anything past a paddle.

‘I’m good, thanks.’

You gave him a short smile and let your eyes flicker closed again, hoping he’d shift out of the sunlight and let you carry on with relaxing.

He did not.

Before you could even gauge what the hell was happening, you’d been yanked up off the floor and slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

‘What the fuck are you playing at?’

‘I’m forcing you to have some fun.’

He was heading towards the ocean.

Your heartbeat started picking up, a hard lump forming in your throat as your stomach tied itself in a knot. ‘Bucky stop, seriously, I don’t want to.’

He ignored you and just tightened his grip in response to your struggling. You were hitting his back as hard as you could by the time he waded in, trying anything you could to get him to stop. It was unbelievably frustrating hearing him laugh in response to your begging but, for some reason, he’d convinced himself you were just joking around.

As soon as you felt your feet hit the water, your first instinct was to scream as loud as you could- that stopped him.

‘Holy shit, alright, I’ll let you go.’

He loosened his grip and began to lower you from his shoulder, not realising that was quite possibly the worst thing he could do in this situation.

‘Don’t you fucking dare.’ Your shaking legs just about managed to get a grip around him before you were fully dropped. ‘Take me back, now.’

Obviously in shock, he quickly waded back to the shore, looking incredibly concerned when you collapsed onto the sand and started hyperventilating. The edges of your vision were starting to blur, hands desperately trying to grasp onto the loose ground.

Kneeling down, he reached out and tried to comfort you a little, but stopped when you aggressively swatted away his hands.

‘Shit I’m really sorry, you should’a told me you can’t swim.’

You just about managed to push some words out between gulped in breaths. ‘I can fucking swim, asshole.’

‘What is it then?’ Slight panic was rising in his voice, he obviously had no idea what the hell was happening. ‘You scared of sharks or something?’

You didn’t bother trying to answer that, figuring you didn’t need to explain yourself to someone who’d come dangerously close to killing you a moment ago. You rolled over and attempted to stand yourself up but you were really struggling, your body was still in panic mode, legs about as useful as cooked spaghetti.

Bucky was your only option for getting as far away from the water as possible. 

You stopped batting him away so he could help you up and walk you back to the house, where you collapsed onto the porch seat and tried to collect yourself a little. Just being back somewhere you felt safe helped you begin to calm down.

Bucky lowered himself down beside you, obviously feeling incredibly guilty and scrabbling around to come up with something that’d diffuse the tension.

‘So is it all sharks or…?’

An exasperated chuckle slipped through your lips. ‘It’s not sharks, dumbass. It’s just the water.’

‘Oh, right.’ He watched as you leant back into the seat, finally catching your breath. ‘You mind if I ask why?’

You let your gaze wander over to meet his. For some reason you couldn’t pinpoint, you were feeling inclined to tell this almost-stranger something you hadn’t even shared with your best friends yet. Maybe it’d be therapeutic- after all, it was unlikely you’d ever see him again after this weekend.

He turned his body towards you slightly, face still swimming with guilt but a look in his eyes that urged you into a confession.

‘It was years ago. It’s still a little blurry, all I remember is swimming with my sister when we got caught in some kind of undercurrent and pulled down. She somehow managed to escape and call for my dad,’ you shrugged faintly, ‘apparently he got to me just in time.’

Your skin was crawling just thinking about it. You must’ve looked uncomfortable, cause as soon as you’d finished speaking Bucky placed a grounding hand on your knee, squeezing slightly and giving you a reassuring smile.

Your eyes strayed back to the shore, the sight sending a fearful tingle up your spine. ‘It know it’s stupid but, whenever I’m in the water, all I can think is that there’s something underneath me, trying to drag me down.’

‘Nah, it makes sense.’ He nodded faintly. ‘Does anyone else know?’

‘I just figured now wasn’t the best time…’

‘Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.’

It was a relief to hear that. You weren’t really sure why you were still so intent on keeping this from your friends, it might’ve been reluctance to tell that story again or just pure embarrassment at this point, but you were glad you wouldn’t be forced into sharing. 

You’d tell them eventually, just in your own time.

‘Look, I know I said it before, but I am really sorry. I didn’t realise you were so scared.’

Your face screwed up into a bewildered frown. ‘I was literally punching you as hard as I could.’

‘For real?’ He clicked his tongue. ‘Man, you should work out more.’

‘Asshole.’

You were dangerously close to letting yourself get lost in a bit of a moment with him, but Nat’s distant voice made you snap back to your senses and instantly slap Bucky’s hand away from your leg.

‘Hey guys,’ she and Steve were strolling towards the two of you, ‘you been for a paddle?’

A smirk crept across Bucky’s face. 

‘Yeah, just a quickie.’

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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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