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You think you’re so cool

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: There’s curse words and mentions of sex

Summary: Reader is in college with three roommates. Bucky Barnes is one of her sweet but rude roommates.

A/N: I don’t think smoking is the best option so I suggest that y’all should quit!! You can if you want but I want everyone to be healthy and safe! I don’t own this gif! Also I did not proof read this so i’d like to apologize. this may not be the best, I just felt like writing and I wanted to post something.

You finally got accepted to the college of your choice, it wasn't the number one choice but you were still happy you got in.

Worrying about classes was your main focus, your second focus was on who your dorm mates were gonna be.

This college doesn't seem to mind the fact that they're allowing boys, girls, or whatever the person chooses to be, dorm together.

Most people are happy about this, the sex craved fanatics and maybe the people who just genuinely like hanging out with their opposite sex better.

All you want is to pass. You've just been passing most of your educational life.

You were told that you'd be getting three other roommates, two boys and one girl. Their names are James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Grant Rogers, and Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

"All of their names seems to have such a nice ring to it" you mumble to your self, staring down at the sheet of paper handed to you at the front desk of your dorm.

You finally found your room, 122.

You struggled to unlock the door for a bit but when you finally did it revealed a nearly empty living room. It had some boxes on the couch and the TV left on.

You smiled and let yourself in.

"You must be y/n."  There stood a rather attractive red head. She had a warm smile on her face as she made her way over to you, holding her hand out.

You quickly placed your bag down and shook her hand, "That's me! You must be Natalia?"

She slightly cringed at the sound of her name and shook her head, "Please, call me Natasha. Natalia is way too formal for my liking."

You nodded and lifted your bag back up. "Is anyone else here yet?"

Natasha went back to a box on the floor and nodded toward one of the rooms, "Steve. He's in the second room down. I took the first."

"Okay thanks."

She made a clicking noise with her mouth and kept searching through her box.

You decided to head to your room seeing that Steve's door was shut. You took the last room of the four.

You noticed there was only one bathroom, hopefully that won't be an issue.

You started to unpack your bag, taking in your new room. Then you heard a small knock on your open door.

You quickly turned to see a very handsome fit man, he was way taller than you and had dirty blonde short hair.

"Hey, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm Steve!" He said taking you into a hug.

You laughed and stepped back a little after the hug, "It's alright! I'm y/n."

He smiled. "I kinda guessed so.."

He searched around with his eyes for a bit, you could tell he was shy.

"Alright well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope we get along, I'll see you!"

and with that he went back into his room.

It only took about 20 minutes for you to unpack all your clothes, you had enough to make it look like you don't over wear the same clothes for the whole year.

You decided to keep most of your toiletries in your room so no one takes them.

You heard movement from the third room and looked out to Natasha in the living room.

"Is James here?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "He walked in, said 'sup' then kept walking." She said mimicking him.

You looked over at Steve and he had a sorry look on his face, "Don't take offence by it. He's always been like this."

You sat next to Steve. "You know him?"

Steve replaced his upset look with a happy one, "I grew up with the punk, he's basically my brother."

"Oh, it's nice that you get to room with him."

Steve nodded, "yeah!"

Then James' door swung open, "Talking about me punk?"

He had his eyes trained on Steve.

"I'm just telling these lovely ladies not to worry about your rather rude entrance."

He scoffed and plopped on the other side of Steve, he hasn't even glanced at you.

"So you must be James then?"

He sat up and finally looked at you. He seems like he's caught at the throat.

Steve nudges his shoulder, "Don't call me that." was all that came out.

Steve gapes at him then looks at you. "What he means to say is that he'd like you to call him Bucky."

"hm, Bucky. Okay!" You say standing up and going right in front of him, holding your hand out.

He stared at your hand for at moment then looked back up at you.

"I'm y/n."

He slowly took your hand, then quickly took it back. looking away.

He got up, pushing past you and went to his room again.

"That was tense.." Natasha says under her breath.

She finally picks up her belongings and brings them into the kitchen. You stand there in thought for a moment when Steve finally speaks up.

"Please don't think too badly of him. I can tell he likes you, he just isn't good with words."

When you didn't respond he got up and went into the kitchen.

You decided to call it a day since the ride out here was pretty tiring. When you shut your door the sound of soft rock started playing through your wall.  You knew it was coming from Bucky's room. You threw a pillow over your head and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the scent of breakfast. You decided to follow the smell, dragging yourself out of bed. You honestly don't care what you look like.

You checked the time. 7:00am. You're surprised that anyone is up, including yourself.

When you finally got into the kitchen you saw a very shirtless Bucky Barnes leaning over some french toast.

He looked up at you and smiled at your sleepiness. "Grab some while it's hot."

You nodded thanking him and grabbed two from the stack.

You kept seeing him glance up at you. "What?"

He finally caught your eyes, "Why're you up so early?"

You pointed at the food, "This smelled amazing I couldn't just go back to sleep."

He laughed at looked back down, "I don't hate you..."

You tilted your head, "Thank you?"

"I just mean, most people think I hate them. So I just want to let you know."

You smiled and placed your hand on his. "Thank you for telling me Buck."

You glanced at his hand then at you, before pulling it away and threading it through his short brown hair.

As you finished up you noticed that Bucky had finished way before you did.

"Want me to take your plate?"

He jumped at your words and handed you his plate, "Yes, thanks."

You washed both plates and set them away, when you turned around to look at Bucky he was gone.

Two months have passed since you met everyone. One person in particular has been way too comfortable with everyone. Bucky has been rude and dismissive to you since you shared breakfast with him. He leaves all his garbage laying around for others to pick up and constantly brings home girls to screw around with when you're trying to sleep or study.

One day after getting home from class you found him sitting on the front porch with a cigarette between his lips. You can't lie, Bucky Barnes is attractive, but he was also a pain in the ass.

As you got closer you spoke up, "I'm surprised you're out here and not smoking up your room."

He didn't look at you, but he mumbled back. "Steve said he was sick of the smell."

His eyes stayed on the grass. You can tell Steve had yelled at him because he wouldn't be out here if he hadn't.

You felt a breeze and noticed that there was a bunch of recent cigarette bud on the floor. Bucky shivered.

You frowned and went inside. You saw Steve on the couch, frowning to himself, his hair is also a mess.

You went into Bucky's room and grabbed him leather jacket and headed back outside.

He looked like he hasn't moved an inch. You slowly placed his coat around his shoulders and he lightly jumped and looked at you. Noticing it was you he went back to staring at the ground.

You went to walk away and he grabbed your hand, "Please.. sit with me?"

You couldn't say no so you sat next to him.

"How is he in there?"

"He's sitting on the couch, he seems upset.. What happened?"

He grimaces and takes another whip at his bud. "He screamed at me for the millionth time... Guess he's sick of me."

You quickly place your hand on his arm, "I don't think Steve could ever be sick of you Buck."

"Why are you so nice to me y/n?"

You took your hand away and he gently took it. Captivating you.

"Why would I be mean?"

"because I'm an asshole." he says letting you go.

The two of you sat there silently until he pulled you closer to him.

"Hey, light me another one?"

You frowned as you watched him place a new cigarette in his mouth, handing you the lighter.

"Haven't you had enough?"

He gazed at you and led your hand to his bud. Helping you light it.

"This is the last one I'll have ever. I've gotta make it special doll."

You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder. Then you felt his breath on your face.

"Let me take you to my room tonight doll..."

You quickly stood up, "What?"

He stood up right in front of you, putting your hair behind your ear.

"Please doll? I know you want me, I've seen your wandering eyes."

You scoff and step back, pointing a finger at him. "I'm not one of your girls that you can just take into your room and fuck Barnes! How dare you?"

He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt, "It's not like I don't see you bring them home, like I don't hear you!"

he smirks and takes in his last cigarette before chucking it at the ground, stepping on it.

"Do you like hearing it? I bet you love it."

At this point you're fuming at him. "You think you're so cool, don't you? Well you're not! All you do is piss me off, leave your garbage everywhere, and mope around like we all don't care about you!"

He has that smirk still plastered on his face, "You're hot when you're angry doll."

Your jaw drops, "Fuck you, James."

With the sound of his name, his smile drops. Whenever Steve was extremely pissed at him he would use his first name. He has head his first name twice in one night.

"Look doll-"

"No. Enough of this. I'm going to bed." and with that you were marching to the door.

Bucky followed you inside, "Doll! I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!"

You stopped and turned to him, "You did James, you and your immature mind."

Then you slammed your door shut, leaving Bucky lost and Steve close behind.

Part 2