a writer's inspiration (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 4

"See you guys around," you cheered as you shoved the boys out of the door. It was now nearly past one in the morning and Wanda was just staying to help clean the mess you all had made.

"Hell did you and James rock these songs. If you weren't such an amazing writer, I would have said the world has lost an amazing musician," Nat commented. You smiled at her while collecting the pillows, placing them back on the furniture and carrying the remaining into your room. Your bed was big since the three of you had gotten a VIP-dorm. Somehow, one year ago the dorm you guys were supposed to stay at, had had a broken pipe shortly before the semester started. Because nothing else was free, you were put into this big apartment and were never asked to leave it. It had been one of the best things that had happened to you and you were more than thankful for all the luxury.

The pillows landed on your king-sized bed as you returned to the living kitchen. The girls were laughing about heaven knows what.

"What is going on in here?" you asked, leaning against the fridge.

"Oh, nothing. Pep just joked around but I have better a question for you," Nat answered and turned to you entirely. You nodded your entire attention on her now.

"Is it better now with your writer's block?" You frowned. Surely, you felt better now but as you thought more about it, you still couldn't come up with an idea.

"I feel happier now but there is still nothing. It's like I've lost my inspiration. I hoped that music would help but it did nothing for my writing," you groaned.

"You need to go out and meet a guy," Wanda stated suddenly. You looked unbelieving at her.

"Wan, you know that I'm not someone to go out to party and meet people. I spent my time at home, reading or something along this." But the look on your friends' faces told you there was no way that you would stay in your room tomorrow night.

Half an hour later, you fell into your bed and took one of the pillows. An unfamiliar scent rose into your nose but it was not a bad thing. It smelled sweet and warm. At the same time, it had a hint of some seasoning but you couldn't put your finger on it. As you were thinking about it, sleep took you over and soon you were sound asleep, wrapped into a cloud of this wonderful scent.

The next morning, you just had to get out of your dorm. Your bare feet met the wooden floor, sending a chill down your spine. A thought popped up in your head and surely Steve would be surprised as soon as he read your message but you didn't care.

"Hey girls," you greeted as you stepped out your door.

"Hey Y/N/N," the two women said in unison.

"Whoa! When was the last time that you wore that outfit? It must have been a very long time since I don't remember it," Nat commented, looking you up and down. You were dressed in deep red leggings, a tight black tank top, the sports bray slightly peeking up from underneath and a pair of white sports shoes.

"It had been really a while since I last wore this but I felt like it," you answered.

"Where are you headed anyways?" Pepper asked.

"I'm going on a run with Steve," you answered as your phone buzzed, telling you that Steve was waiting downstairs for you.

"You never run or do any sport at all," Nat stated with a raised brow.

"Yes, but I feel like it now. Maybe it'll help me with my writing," you said, grabbing your headphones along with a bottle of water.

"See you later." Just as you were about to leave, you noticed a silvern etui on the coffee table. Bucky must have forgotten it the night before. You grabbed it and jogged down the stairs towards Steve's dorm. You knocked but no one opened. You knocked again and shouted. "Steve, it's me! Come on." Finally, the brown door opened but you were not greeted by the bright blue eyes and the wide smile but with blue-grey orbs. Out of nowhere, you were now conscious about your outfit.

"Steve is still in the shower," Bucky informed you and you nodded.

"If you want to, I can tell him that you are here." He was about to turn around and leave to hurry to the bathroom as you remembered the etui in your hand.

"James, I have something for you." The brunette turned around with a confused look on his face. You extended the silvern object to him. "You must have forgotten it last night. I thought you may need this when your classes start on Monday," you smiled. With a small smile, he nodded his head as if to thank you and left to make his best friend hurry up.

23.02.2021