29.01.2017 // It’s been a hectic week, but a good one. I got a conditional PhD offer from King’s College London on Thursday! I’m not sure if I’ll be able to afford to go, because I’ll need funding in order to do it, but I won’t hear back about any decisions regarding that for quite a while yet, as it was a separate application…
Pictured: me reading a C18th play I printed out, with a desktop background feat. James Joyce.
One more time, I blame @pimpdaddysebastian for this. Here’s +1k words of barista!Bucky headcanons. <3</p>
Bucky’s job isn’t very exciting or fancy or classy at all
but he loves it anyway. Every morning, he opens up the small coffee shop in
Brooklyn and waits for the ever up and coming flow of people coming in and out
with their coffees everyday.
He puts his long hair up in a tight bun, cleans up his
stubble a little bit and serve everyone in the kindest way he can – even when
people don’t seem to care about kindness at all.
It’s a slow day when she comes in for the first time. There’s
barely 3 people scattered across the room but she still chooses the farthest
spot around before bringing out a pile of books, several colored pens and notes
plus her laptop. He swears he tries to hold the thought because that’s most definitely
something he should not think about but
she’s just way too pretty for him to
Their first interaction goes as good as it can be but even
so, Bucky doesn’t think she’ll be back. Too
much flirting, he thinks to himself once he’s about to close the shop later
in the night, too unprofessional.
She surprises him in the next day when she comes to him in the counter and asks for his
opinion about the greatest drink in their menu. Then, the next day again. And
He’s labelling her as a regular by the middle of the second
week and by the end of it, he’s writing messages on her cups that makes her
smile every time once she sits on her usual spot. He catches that moment every
day but he never mentions it to her. Even after they get together.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to say her
order anymore because he knows. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t
need to look for a spot because he always make sure her usual one is available.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to buy anything to eat
because he always sneaks up a pastry for her.
(Sometimes it’s on the house and sometimes it isn’t. Bucky
pays for it occasionally but he figures she doesn’t need to know that).
There’s this one day that his shift ends while she’s still
there and he can’t help but go to her to see if she’s satisfied. That day also
happens to be the first day they spend together. Maybe our first date, as she says to him in their first anniversary.
Their first date of many, given she started waiting for his shift to end almost
every day from that moment on.
Bucky realizes she’s way more than just a crush when she
arrives at the coffee shop later than usual with puffy eyes and red cheeks. An
exam gone wrong and she’s upset and he’s suddenly asking for an early leave,
just so he could stay with her rather than just watching from the counter.
It takes some time until they officially start dating but his co-workers at the shop say that he’d
been dating her since the moment she stepped in the place.
Their life isn’t fancy or classy at all but neither of them
would have it in another way. It can sound silly to other people’s ears but the
domesticity they live in is just enough for them and to be honest, with the
amount of stress they endure every day, it’s just what they need.
A part of their life revolves around cooking and baking and Bucky
is pretty sure she’d say it’s her favorite.
Working in a coffee shop earns him some pretty mad skills
with food in general, while her constant studying and working routine gives
little to no time to think about cooking at all, leaving her to rely on takeout
menus constantly. Bucky never really
says it but she just can’t seem to cook or bake at all.
But she’s a good helper when it strikes in him to do a new
recipe, even if she ends up sitting on the kitchen’s counter while eating half
of the ingredients before it makes to the bowl.
Sometimes she tries to cook under his supervision when she
finds a nice recipe in the internet and more often than not, they end up in the
nearest grocery store with way too
much ingredients and unnecessary things on their basket. Still, 99% of the time
the recipe fails.
(Though she blames him. Apparently, it’s impossible to cook
with her body all wrapped up in your big
arms, Bucky, and your chest pressed against my back. Jesus!).
The takeout menus are still there but with time they’re
totally forgotten over his homecooked meals and fresh baked pastries that she
swoons and kisses him for everytime. Bucky knows he doesn’t have much to offer
but he loves the fact that he can do this for his girl and that she loves it so
Pancakes and fresh coffee in the morning that results in content
hums against his mouth, nuzzles against his neck and lazy thank you’s until she
realizes she’s late for class. Instagram food posts that she jokingly sends while
asking for him to cook only to come back home to the said dish and a cute
She has credit in this too, given she’s the one who
introduces him to different and peculiar
types of food and sweets like Japanese seafood flavored Kit-Kats and hot chili
lollipops. She’s the one who suggests a day out every week just so they can
taste weird food.
(She’s the one who comes up with the idea but she never
finishes what they buy).
But there’s normal restaurants and new introduced dishes
that it suddenly becomes his new favorite. There’s feeding each other between
laughs and scooping a little bit of the other’s dessert. There’s kisses that
tastes like wine and tomato sauce or chocolate and strawberry. There’s finding out new restaurants and cheap
diners and low-key bars with acoustic music and a local singer.
Also, it’s funny how people at the coffee shop are already used
to her presence.
Sometimes she just pays these little visits and Bucky starts
to notice that not just his co-workers but other regular clients also know her. It’s pretty impossible not to, even
more when they make a point of asking about your
girl, Barnes, or when they tease him to death with the help of his
Ever the worried and busy woman she is, Bucky isn’t
surprised to know she often overworks herself with study and her job. She’s
incredibly smart and he genuinely admires how dedicated she is.
He’s seen her spend nights awake just to finish a college
paper, he’s seen her cry in frustration over that one subject she didn’t
understand while studying for an exam, he’s seen her run up and down the city
in order to do something for her boss. There isn’t much he can do to help
except his little things.
Back rubs and massages and 5 minute breaks when she needs to
stay up until late, tea and coffee and sweet pastries and sweet good luck
kisses in the next day when she’s got dark circles around her eyes. Slow
readings and quizzes when she needs to grasp a hard subject. A way or two of
carrying her up to the bed when she falls asleep in weird positions on her
desk. A celebration coffee as he waits for her outside the university building
after a good exam.
Their first five years together pass by as a lightning.
She’s nearly over with college after several times of him leaving
hickeys on her neck and thighs, almost getting her in trouble for it, after
several glares when she sees him at the coffee shop, after several of his
smirks as a reply.
She’s nearly over with college when he buys her a puppy,
brown and caramel and grizzly with blue eyes that she insists it looks like
She’s nearly over with college when he realizes that maybe, this is just the beginning.
And then, it’s her graduation day and he feels like he can
burst with pride and joy for her but also of nervousness because nobody knows,
but there’s a little red box inside his black tuxedo that might change
everything for them.
do you ever get that moment when you’re listening to your favourite song and the best bit comes up and you just get a swell of something in you and it’s not quite excitement or adrenaline but it just fills you up and you can’t stop smiling and it’s just like “this is it.”
Pt 5 of Anti Anxiety is giving me fits, you guys. I think I’ve finally worked out what I want to do with it, but it means scrapping everything I’ve done so far and starting over, and I just don’t have the energy to do that tonight. I promise it is coming; thank you for being so patient.