Summary: “You’re super short and I’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” AU - @marspersonified
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 403
A/N: So, yesterday i found @dailyau and i found this prompt. I am going to continuing using them to help me with my writers block. Plus i am short. this is for all my fellow shorties.
Once again, I couldn’t reach a book in the bookstore. Why do all shelves have to be so damn tall? It’s like all these companies believe every single person is over six feet tall! Even on my tippy toes I was still at least six inches too short. Jumping didn’t even help, trust me, I tried.
“Come on. Fall this way. Fall towards me.” I whispered like my voice had some magical quality to it.
“Please please please, I need you to fall towards me.” I begged the inanimate object.
I was still on my tippy toes, but this time I was also making grabby hands toward the book. I needed it so bad. It was the only copy left and it was the last book in my series. I would stand there all damn day if I had to.
“Wingardium Leviosa.” I whispered while waving my pretend wand.
Maybe magic was real and Harry Potter will do me some good.
“Are you really reciting a levitation spell to get a book?” I heard from behind me.
I spun around at the voice. Standing there was, of course, a fucking tall man. He had bright blue eyes that were hidden behind thick-rimmed black glasses. His long hair was tied back, but hidden by a dark red beanie. With all the sass I could muster, I popped my hip and cocked my head,
“Well not all of us are twenty feet tall, Mister. The only arsenal I have are spells.” I told him.
And god, his laugh was the most angelic thing I had ever heard.
“Here, let me. The kind stranger lightly held my hips and pushed me to the side.
“This one?” he asked.
I nodded my head slightly. He didn’t even have to stand on his tippy toes. I huffed at his luck.
“Six feet.” He whispered to me after he grabbed the book.
“I’m six feet tall, not twenty, but considering your height I am not surprised you were wrong.” He teased me.
“Hey! It is not my fault I’m so little. You have to blame my parents!” I defended.
“Well, maybe you could tell me your actual height if you want to get coffee with me.” He flirted.
My cheeks turned a bright red, and I hung my head to hide the appearing smile.
“I’m Y/N.” I told him.
I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”
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