a writer's inspiration (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 6

Monday came by faster than you would have expected and, even though your creative writing professor had given you your assignment a week ahead due to an upcoming operation from his side, university was nothing but stressful. You had spent your Sunday in your bed, reading all day.

Now, nothing of your relaxed state was left. You grabbed your bag and swirled through your room to grab some papers along with a bunch of pens. Then, you rushed into the living area and grabbed your laptop from the coffee table and stuffed the charger in afterwards. You grabbed an apple and brushed out of your door.

After hurrying down the stairs which seemed endless whenever you hurried for your courses, you nearly sprinted over campus and after speed-walking down the halls, finally arrived at the lecture hall.

Studying literature meant not only reading books and analyzing poems all the time. It also meant taking courses like language history, journalism, modern literature and so on. To your luck, you had finished the most unenjoyable semester. Linguistic history was nothing you enjoyed ever. As you sat there, thinking too much again, the professor had entered and started her welcoming speech for linguistic.

It was not until someone pushed open the doors hurriedly, that you snapped out of your daze.

"And who is this young man?" your professor asked the man with sandy blonde hair that had just entered.

"Mike Clark, Miss. I'm sorry for being late," he answered still standing near the door.

"Mister Clark are you planning to stand there near the door or are you going to sit down and listen?" the black-haired woman asked sternly. The blonde made his way down some levels and settled down in the seat next to you.

"Hey," he whispered, his steely grey eyes fixed forwards.

"Hey," you answered, your pen in your hand tapping against the sheets in front of you. Silence followed but after somewhat like half an hour, Mike spoke again.

"Since when are you studying already?" You were straddled by his question but answered anyway.

"This is my third semester."

"Cool. I just started. By the way, do you know where the cafeteria is?" he asked.

"I can show you later on," you offered. He accepted happily. The two of you kept on whispering now and then. After class ended, you lead the way towards the place, most scholars wouldn't survive without.

"Thank you for showing me the way," he stated, entering the hall with you.

"Anytime," you smiled, getting in line for lunch. You had spotted your friends at your usual place and so decided to eat with them. Mike followed suit and made some more small talk as you both got your food.

"It was nice meeting you, Mike," you stated after swiping your food card through.

"Yes, it was," he smiled. You were about to head towards your friends as he called your name. You turned around again.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" a sheepish smirk sat on his face as a blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Sure. Friday evening at 8. House D, top floor, second door right," you said, walking away.

After lunch, you hurried to your next course. It was not often that a linguist took the option to attempt the songwriting course but here you were, arriving at the music section of the campus. Some glances were thrown your way since everyone wondered what you were doing there. The lecture hall was filled quite well and you looked around to try and find a seat. Your eyes searched and landed on a person with brown hair. His long curls were pulled up into a male bun that looked really good on him even from behind.

You made your way to the very front where you slid into the row and stood next to the brunette.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked friendly. James looked up at you as you offered a soft smile.

"No, not at all," he stated, removing his bag from the chair for you to sit down.

"Didn't you study literature?" he asked as you settled down next to him.

"Yes," you answered and continued before he could ask.

"Well, I want to specialize myself in the application of language and literature. Also, I like music and so I took the chance and now attempt this class." The brunette nodded and directed his attention to their professor that had just entered.

"Music. It is called a universal language since every note, every tune, every harmony can be understood by everyone all over the world. You don't need words to express yourself if you play a song by heart. Your way of playing speaks for and to you. What we play expresses us. Our favorite songs tell our stories and show who we really are better than words ever could." The man with wild brown locks spoke.

A smile crept upon your lips. Sure, you decided to study literature but music and art were your passions as well. Bucky noticed the grin on your face but decided to remain silent.

"I want each of you to pick a song and arrange it. Play with the lyrics, modify the beat and use other instruments. This is the task you get till next week."

10.03.2021