Before It’s Too Late (part 1)
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: none…. yet.
A/N: I have a thing for friends turn to lovers so here’s another one :) Hope ya like. Also I got my first piece of hate guys!! Does that make me legit now? Do all the cool, awesome writers get hate??
“You doin’ okay?” Bucky questioned as he sat down on your bed, a bag of Cheetos in his hands.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” you nod, looking over your shoulder before looking back at the paper in front of you. With your head in your hands and your elbows resting on your desk, you sigh.
“Your brain is gonna pop if you continue to think hard like that.” the brunette spoke before munching on a Cheeto.
“I really have to get this done, Buck.” you let out another deep sigh while turning around to face him.
Bucky Barnes. The man you have been in love with since your junior year of high school and now that you’re a junior in college, that makes it about 5 years. 5 years. You had met him your freshman year of high school when you had a panic attack upon entering the high school campus, being overwhelmed by the new scenery and older kids - that you didn’t know - that were attending as well. He came up to you, calming you down and reassuring you that high school was going to be fine. It helped and the two of you found out that you had first period together. You’ve been inseparable since.
“Get what done?” he reclined back, shoes kicked off as he got comfortable.
“My creative writing professor wants us all to write a two to three paged paper on the time we felt the most pain in our lives. She wants us to really dig deep into it, put a lot of feeling in it but I’m blank. I can’t think of anything.” you explain while running your fingers through your messy hair.
“How much time do you have to write it?” Bucky questioned.
“Two days. She said she was giving us extra time so we wouldn’t feel rushed. She really wants us to get in depth about it.” you respond.
Bucky closes the bag of Cheetos and sits on the edge of your bed. “The most pain you’ve felt in your life… hmm..”
He looked up into the corner of your room as he tapped his chin. After a few seconds, you sigh. “I’ll just write about the time I fell off my roof and how my thigh got impaled by that broken glass.”
Bucky winced. “I remember that day. I tried grabbing you, ya know.”
“You didn’t even notice that I fell until I screamed.” you roll your eyes.
“I was trying to get your damn Christmas lights up, woman.” you chuckle, shaking your head as you tap your pen on the desk. “But you survived and you’ve got a killer scar too.”
“Shut up, you’re annoying.”
He smiles, flashing you his pearly whites and you turn around, back to your paper.
“Just write about that, I’m sure you’ll do great. You’re an amazing writer.” he spoke from behind you. Thank god your back was to him or else he would’ve seen you blush.
“Alright, alright. Stop being so nice, it’s gross.”
The two days were up and you turned in your paper before walking to your car with Clint who was also in your creative writing class.
“How do you think you did?” he asked, pulling a juice box out of his backpack.
“Uh… decent. I guess.” you shrug.
Clint turned his head to you and quirked an eyebrow. “Just decent?”
“Well it wasn’t my best work but I couldn’t think of anything else to write.” you tell him.
“What did you write about?”
“The time I fell off my roof and had my thigh impaled by broken glass.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “That was six years ago, Y/N. Stop bringing it up.”
“I had to go to the hospital!”
“You sound just like Vince Vaughn’s character from Couples Retreat when he keeps bringing up the fact that he got bit by shark when really, he cut himself while climbing up the latter to get on the boat.” he says, sipping from the juice box.
“But I got seriously injured. I had to go to the hospital so that they could get the shard of glass out of my thigh because it was way in there.”
“Whatever, Dave.” Clint calls you the name of the character and you burst out laughing.
Once it dies down, you look over at Clint. “I know my truth.” you say, causing Clint to laugh. “Alright, back to a serious note. What did you write about?”
“I wrote about the time my dog died.”
“What do- Scruffy?”
“But you hated Scruffy.”
Clint let out a dramatic sigh as his left arm flopped to his side. “Yeah but he used to eat all my broccoli and now when I visit my parents I have to eat them.”
You chuckle. “You’re such a child.”
Before he could respond, you heard a deep voice shout your name, causing you to stop walking and turn around. Bucky ran over to you, cutting across the green grass as he held the straps of his backpack. He stopped in front of you, bent over and breathing heavily.
“What’s up, Naruto?” Clint smiled, causing the brunette to glare up at him.
Bucky stood up and pushed his hair away from his face. “I need your help.”
“I have a date with a girl from my history of art class.” he smiled.
That was another thing. Whenever he had dates, you would help him get ready for it. It sucked, yeah but he never went on a second date with any of them. “She was insane,” he’d say, or, “she was already talking about marriage!”
Something was always wrong with the girls he went out on dates with which gave you hope. Maybe you had a chance? If you ever got the courage to confront him about your feelings.
Pfft, yeah right.
“Okay.” you nod.
“I’m telling ya, she’s the one.”
You scoff. “That’s what you say about all of them.”
“I know, I know but I have a good feeling about her. I can feel it in my bladder.” he replied and Clint laughed.
“Are you sure you just don’t have to go to the bathroom?”
Bucky gives him a harsh look. “Don’t you have go complain about how you don’t have a girlfriend, Barton?”
“Ooo, look at my like that again. I think I just got aroused.” Clint shimmied and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes before laughing.
“Alright, meet me at the apartment.” you say, digging your keys out of your pocket.
“Can you just take me? I rode my skateboard to campus today.” he turns around to show you his skateboard which was hanging out of his backpack.
You smile. “Sure, Bucky. Hop in.” he smiles back at you before shrugging his backpack off. You turn to Clint. “I’ll see you later.”
Clint leans in close, whispering; “You still haven’t told him that you’re in love with him?”
You pull away and slap his arm. “Clint! Shh!”
“Ow!” he rubs the spot. “Sorry, Nat told me you were gonna tell him soon!”
“Tell who, what soon?” Bucky asked from behind you, causing you to jump.
“Y/N was gonna tell Sam that he should stop wearing socks with sandals on dates because it’s unappealing.” Clint responds smoothly and you silently thank him.
Bucky chuckles. “Ew, I know right? I always tell him to put sneakers on or somethin’ but he never listens.”
Clint smiles, pursing his lips as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Well I’m gonna go, Vision said he rearranged our snack cabinet and threw out old ones so now I need to see if he threw away my Twinkies.”
You nod, both you and Bucky saying goodbye before hopping in your car and driving off.
You pull up to your apartment building and park before getting out. You lived with Wanda and Nat both whom you met your freshman year of high school. Natasha punched a guy in the face for making fun of the dress you had worn to school and Wanda made you laugh when you came into class crying. You all have been so close since.
Bucky also lived in the same apartment building as the three of you. He lived with Steve and Sam. You also met them your freshman year. Bucky introduced you to them. Steve had been his childhood friend and he met Sam through Steve. Come to think of it, you met your other friends, Peggy, Tony, Clint, Bruce and Vision your freshman year too. All of you were such a tight bunch, like family.
You, Wanda and Nat decided to move into the apartment building right off campus in the beginning of your junior year and once you told Bucky about it, he convinced Steve and Sam to move into the apartment building with him. “I want to be close to you,” was his reason. Bucky was a clingy person.
They lived just down the hall from the three of you. There was a lot of apartments to fill considering most of the people who lived there were seniors and had graduated.
Peggy lived in the dorms with her two roommates Cynthia and Pepper. Tony lived in the dorms as well with Bruce and Clint bunked with Vision. They all wanted the college experience, living in dorms and all but both Tony and Bruce were thinking about moving into an apartment due to all the shit they own.
You get to the door and look over at Bucky. “Open it.”
“You have a key.”
“I don’t wanna get it out.”
“Well, neither do I.”
You almost buzzed your apartment before remembering that Natasha was with Bruce and Wanda was at softball practice. Your finger circles before landing on Bucky’s apartment number, buzzing it.
“Who is it?” Sam voice comes out of the speaker in a sing-song tune.
“Y/N, open up.”
“Why yes, of course.” There’s a buzzing sound and you pull the door open, the both of you walking in.
You ride the elevator up to your floor and walk into Bucky’s apartment, being greeted by Steve and Sam. “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey guys,” you smile. “What’s crack-a-lackin’?”
Sam shrugs. “Nothing much. All I did was score a date with Cynthia!”
You rush up to him and take him by the shoulders. “You’re joking right?! Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being serious.”
Sam laughs. “I’m being serious.”
You thrust your fist in the air. “Finally!” you bream. “Now I can finally come here without hearing you talk on and on about how you’re gonna ask her out.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Bucky pulls you to him. “Leave her alone, she’s helping me get ready for a date.”
“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Sam questioned and Bucky shot him a look before relaxing.
“Kristen, from my history of art class.” he responds.
“No way! The girl you’ve introduced us to?” Steve exclaimed and Bucky nods with a smile playing at his lips.
“Hey! How come you’ve never introduced me to her?” you turn to Bucky.
“Wanted to make sure she was good enough to bring home to you. Wouldn’t want my best girl to meet some asshole now would I?” he grinned, draping his arm over your shoulders.
“But I met you.”
His smile drops as Sam and Steve burst out laughing. Bucky pouts and moves away from you. “When you’re done being a meanie, I’ll be in my room waiting.”
He turns and walks into his room, shutting his door behind him. You turn to Steve and Sam as their laughter dies down and Steve gives you a sad look.
“Why would she be okay? The love of her life is going on a date with someone.” Sam responds in a whisper.
“ ‘The love of my life’? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t ya think?” you scoff.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“Then I rest my case.”
You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m gonna go. Peace out losers.” you say, throwing up the peace sign as you made your way to Bucky’s room.
A/N: I got some issuessssssss. So here’s the first part, I hope ya like. Tell me what ya think and if there’s any mistakes I’ll fix it when I wake up :)
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