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buckyimagines · 7 years ago

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Hot Water

Word Count: 1990

A/N: This is my submission for @buckyofthemyscira writing challenge. I hope this is decent.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, allusions to smut

Summary: You dump your tea on a handsome stranger. Coffee Shop AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Bi!Reader

With grey clouds casting a gloom to an already depressing day I walk to the library on the other side of campus. I walk down the sidewalk with my back on and filled with books and research that was the main source of my stress due to the essay I am writing. I feel a breeze brush past me causing a chill to go up my spine and I pull my coat tighter and quicken my pace because the cold is almost unbearable. This also may be attributed to the fact that my coat is not necessarily the warmest due to the lack of defense against the penetrating force of the wind. I felt the first splatter of a raindrop on my right cheek, then without warning water fell as if someone was dumping a bucket of water on the concrete. I pull on my hood knowing that it was futile because my hair was already soaked, but kept walking at a brisk pace. As I walked I heard the splash of feet running through puddles of people who were trying to get out of the rain. Another huge gust of wind blows by me again and I feel the cold seep into my bones and it became unbearable. I looked up and spotted a coffee shop across the street and I almost sprinited for it. I could already smell the richness of the coffee and the warmth of the pastries that awaited me inside.

I reached the for the cool silver door handle and saw my reflection in the glass door. Yikes, I look like a mop, I thought to myself. I pulled the door open and was met with warmth and coffee filled my senses. I walked in and looked around. The place was relatively busy with a variety of people from students to regular people. There was almost a retro atmosphere to this place. There were crazy rugs with particular tables and chairs that looked so comfortable to sit in and posters on the wall of musicians and classic movies. I found a empty seat and set my stuff down. I peeled off my soaked coat and draped it over the seat next to me in hopes of it drying off. I also pull my hair up into a bun because there was no way that I would be able to deal with it right now. I then opened my backpack and started to pull out my books and laptop and began to settle into this unique place. Noticing that my hands were still cold as ice I made my way up to the counter to order something hot. I approach the counter and see a red head with the name tag that reads Natasha. She is easily one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. Her red hair captured the light perfectly making it seem as though it was on fire. She sauntered up to the counter, wiping her hands on a towel while her green eyes gleamed with amusement and I unconsciously start biting my lip.

“Hey there Y/E/C eyes, what can I get started for you?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

Clearing my throat and blushing I looked up at the menu and ordered the first thing that I saw so it wouldn’t look like I lost track of my thoughts. “Can I get a green tea please?”

“Any sweetner with that?” she replied while grabbing a cup and writing your order on it and her smirk still present on her face.

“What do you guys have?” I asked.

“We have liquid cane sugar, classic, regular sugar, honey, and agave.”

“Honey is perfect.” I reply with a smile.

“Okay, that will be ready for you in a second.” She says with a wink and you pay then walk away from the counter back to your seat opening your laptop.

“Green tea with honey!” I hear over the bustle of the coffee shop. I stand up and walk to the counter where the ‘Pick Up Here’ sign was seeing my tea on the counter. I pick it up and turn on my heels into a brick wall. Except brick walls typically don’t scream out in pain because hot water was spilled down their shirt.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” I say reaching for the napkins that were right behind me. I turn back around and is met with cerulean blue eyes that were filled with irritation. The brick wall that I had happened to run into just so happened to be a 6 foot muscled giant with chestnut brown hair that seemed to flow to his shoulders. He hands down was the most attractive man you have seen in real life. Of course you had to spill your tea on him, Y/N.

“Maybe watch where you walking next time.” he grumbled while holding his shirt away from him while you try to pat it dry. Instantly the guilt I was feeling evaporated into irritation and I stopped my movement.

You eyes narrowed and you said, “Actually, I should just get eyes in the back my head for the next time someone stands behind me.” With that I threw away the now empty cup and napkins and may my way to my seat still fuming in anger because how were you supposed to know that he was standing right behind you. What a fucking dick.

About ten minutes later a cup appears in my vision, blocking my view of my laptop. I look up and see a familiar redhead standing there and I take out my headphones.

“I saw what happened, and don’t worry Bucky isn’t that big of an asshole most of the time but kudos to you for putting him in his place. Not many people have the balls, so here is a my way of giving you props.” She said, “And don’t worry it’s on the house.” With that she left with a wink, turning on her heels and walking back behind the counter. I smiled and then turned and continued with my homework.

This became a regular thing the rest of the week. I would go to this coffee shop and Natasha would be there ready to take my order, and soon the atmosphere began to grow on me. It was almost a week later when that asshole, or Bucky, came waltzing in. Today he sported a white t-shirt paired with a leather jacket and dark wash jeans that he looked too good in. I looked away before he looked in my direction so he wouldn’t catch me staring.

For the next 30 minutes I focused on my essay that was due next Monday, and I was on a role. Then in the corner of my eye I see dark jeans approach my table and sit down across from me. I take a deep breath and remove my headphones.

“Can I help you with something?” I ask, trying to not let the irritation cloud my voice.

“Uh hi, My name is James, but most people call me Bucky. Ya I just wanted to apologize for last week, I was incredibly rude.” he admitted sheepishly, “Obviously you didn’t dump a cup of hot water on my on purpose and I acted out. So I’m sorry.”

I looked at him for a while not expecting this at all. I looked down at my hands and smirked deciding to forgive him, and after a moment I replied, “Well in your defense, I did dump a cup of hot water on you and that doesn’t feel very good. So, I am sorry about that. But I’m also sorry, I kind of assumed your a dick. Guess my first impression of you was not the greatest”

“No apology needed, doll.” said with a smirk. “Do you mind if I buy you a coffee and come study to make it up to you?”

Again not expecting this, I paused and looked into his eyes. There is a glint of amusement but sincerity in them. I then replied, “Sure, but only if you get me a green tea with extra honey.”

“Alright doll.” he said winking and turning away, leaving me feeling flusterd. After ordering he came back with his stuff and I pulled up another table for him because mine was too small for the both of us. I heard our orders get called and I went to get them but he beat me to it. I called after him, “Be careful! Don’t want to ruin that white shirt of yours.”

“You think that your so funny doll” he said with a dazzling smile.

“Well, that is because I am and for the record my name is Y/N. So you can stop calling me doll if you want.” I said taking my tea from his hands.

“Well, for the record Y/N, I only call people doll when they are as beautiful as you.” he said with a smirk watching the blush creep into your cheeks.

“Then don’t stop on my account.” I say bringing my tea up to my mouth trying to cover up my reaction to his words.

For the next 3 hours I somehow managed to fit in writing another page of my paper in between sneaking glances at Bucky, who also seemed to be pretending to work. Our eys would meet sometimes and we then would look away with small smiles on our faces. When the clock reached 8 I sign and stretched out my muscles. I took at my headphones and met Bucky’s eyes.

“I think that I am done for the night.” I said.

“Well let me walk you home doll.” he said and started to pack up his things as well.

“Oh that’s okay I live a few blocks from here.” I said.

“Don’t worry about it doll. Besides it’s dark out and what kind of gentleman would I be to not make sure you got back to your apartment safe.”

With a role of my eyes I resigned even though I was the moon I could spend more time with him. Soon enough we were walking down the street to my apartment. Tonight was really cold and the wind was relentless. Bucky and I talked nonsense for the next couple blocks. Where we are from, our family, what we are studying and too soon my door appears.

“Well, this is me.” I signed. “Are we going to see each other again?”

“If that’s what you want.” he said

“I guess you’re alright company.” I said with a smirk looking at my shoes. I then looked up and said “We should exchange numbers though so I don’t have to spill tea on you to get you to talk to me.”

“You know, as much fun as that experience was I agree.” he laughed. We both pulled out our phones, exchanging numbers. “So I’ll see you later, doll.”

“I’ll see you later Bucky.” I replied. I turned on my heels and walked up the steps, looking back at Bucky who waved. I rolled my eyes and smiled, feeling butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing him again, and walked through my door. Oh god, am I in trouble, I thought with a smile still on my face.

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The sun poking through the window, illuminating the room with a warm glow was the image I saw when I opened my eyes. My head rested on Bucky’s chest, which slowly and evenly rose and fell with his breathing, and his arm was wrapped protectively around me. Memories from last night played in my head and I smiled at them. Bucky and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary together and it was amazing and beautiful to say the least. He took me out to dinner and then I treated him to a new piece of lingerie and the rest is a blur of passion and love. I close my eyes and nuzzled closer into his chest and hugged him closer, just basking in the morning sun with the man I love in my arms. Soon enough I fell back asleep perfectly content with the world.

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