alcohol-consumption

One reason why the “we need more nonsexual LGBT spaces because gay bars are evil dens of sin and predation” thing bothers me so much is that I have known quite a few nonsexual, minor-friendly LGBT spaces that did not revolve around alcohol consumption as business model or whatever - I worked for four years at a gay and lesbian bookstore in Vancouver’s gay village! You know what’s really, um, difficult to do (under capitalism etc)? Maintain a successful small, community-based business that caters to a marginalized community! It can go well, but it can also be just really really hard. The place where I worked was firebombed multiple times (not while I worked there, although I did have shifts canceled a few times due to bomb threats), it was put at the center of a sprawling legal case about government censorship of LGBT literature that cost the owners literally millions of dollars, when I worked there I don’t know if it ever really turned a profit, and no one was paid enough, and the owners eventually got burned out but couldn’t find someone with decent ethics to sell it to so they’d be sure that their employees and this space they’d built for LGBT people would be in good hands. 

I loved that bookstore with all my heart and soul - it was my one refuge when I was living in a violent, abusive situation; it was the first place I was able to have a sense of belonging to an actual community of LGBT people, an experience which was really formative for me and helped me heal a lot from the small-town homophobia I was coming from; when I was too poor to buy food, the manager told me to just take whatever I needed for dinner or groceries or bus fare out of the till and leave her a note letting her know, and she’d literally just like, reimburse whatever I needed. This is an OUTRAGEOUS thing to do, but she was an elder lesbian and she knew I was young and bi and in a really tough place so she did it anyway. One of the store owners, at a time when I wasn’t speaking to my mom for a number of complicated reasons, would call my mom to let her know I was showing up for work and I wasn’t, like, dead in a ditch somewhere. Those people looked out for me - and for other people like me - in ways that went so beyond what I could have ever asked anyone for. And they did it while struggling immensely as a business.

And you know what often kept that place afloat? Gay bars! I’m serious - when the bookstore was in trouble, when they had legal fees, etc, it was gay bars who hosted fundraisers. It was gay bars who provided space for stuff like LGBT trivia night, or for the bookstore’s anniversary and new years’ parties, or for anything that required more space than a small bookstore could accommodate. 

So I really resent seeing people pit the idea of spaces like LGBT bookstores and cafes against the idea of spaces like gay bars! Listen: it’s been said a million times, but I think it bears repeating, that most of the people doing this seem like they have never been to an actual gay bar but are basing this stance entirely on what they’ve seen on TV. But also, I feel like maybe these people have never been to an LGBT bookstore or cafe or community centre or other social space for LGBT people that isn’t a bar! Because if you think that there’s no connection ever between these spaces and the ways they exist, if you think that undermining the right of gay bars to exist is supportive of gay bookstores and coffee shops, you’re very, very, extremely, much, very wrong.  

You are one of the few people left on earth after a disease has nearly wiped out humanity, it is common knowledge that the only way to combat it is nearly constant alcohol consumption.

Ableism almost killed Stephen Hawking in the 80′s.

This is a casual reminder that Stephen Hawking was almost allowed to die due to ableism.

Stephen got so sick because the advance of his ALS made his larynx weak and it wasn’t doing the job of keeping spit and food out of his lungs when he swallowed. In the 80′s, he contracted aspiration pneumonia while at CERN. He got rushed to a hospital where he was placed in a medically induced coma and breathed via a ventilator. Doctors urged Jane (wife) to pull the plug because “he’s too far gone”. 

Think about it: Doctors put Stephen into a position where he couldn’t answer for himself, tried to tell his wife that he was too far gone and tried to tell her she should pull the plug as an act of mercy. 

I doubt that would have been said if Stephen wasn’t so visibly disabled by his ALS. It’s funny how people in the medical field tend to be so quick to give up on a patient if they already have a visible disability when they are brought in, but will throw all the medicine and machines they’ve got at somebody who isn’t visibly disabled. I don’t think doctors even realize they have this bias.

Thankfully, Jane stood up to the doctor. She said no, declared that Stephen must live and had him returned to Cambridge. She knew her husband better than the doctors. She saved his life.

Stephen had a tracheostomy done, which prevented him from speaking, and he spent some time on a ventilator while he recovered from the pneumonia. He initially communicated via a letter board by raising his eyebrows when the right letter was chosen. Then he went on to get the computer that gave him his famous voice. 

A little aside– Stephen has the option to get a new, more “human” sounding voice, and he refuses because he’s grown quite attached to the “robot” voice he’s so well-known for. He sees that as his voice now and identifies with it. (”Even though it gives me an American accent,” he once joked.)

Later, he had a laryngectomy because his larynx was causing a lot of trouble with swallowing food. Getting rid of it increased his quality of life. As far as I know he’s still swallowing just fine and eats and drinks by mouth with help from his assistants. A video of Stephen talking about the tracheostomy and laryngectomy can be found here. (No surgery images, but he describes medical tests and talks about the problems with eating.)

He communicates nonverbally with his caregivers using just facial gestures. One of them said Stephen can just look at him a certain way and he’ll know whether he’s saying he needs attention or everything’s fine. I read somewhere that Stephen grinds his teeth to express disapproval. (Yo, behavior is communication!) He communicates with more than his AAC device, it’s just a matter of learning to read him like his caregivers do.


‘No quality of life,’ the doctors said in the 80′s.


(Sarcasm) 

I guess this is ‘no quality of life’.

(/sarcasm)

[Stephen giving lectures at a university.]

[With the cast of The Big Bang Theory.]

[Experiencing zero gravity.]

[Looking sharp at the BAFTA’s!]

[In his office at Cambridge University, doing what he loves– trying to find the real theory of everything.]

(Sarcasm) 

Oh yes, his quality of life is just awful, isn’t it? 

(/sarcasm)


The only person allowed to determine Stephen Hawking’s quality of life is Stephen Hawking himself. And guess what? His life is great right now!

He almost wasn’t here. Ableism nearly ended his life in the 80′s.

Thankfully, he’s still around to sass people and keep us curious about the universe.

Here’s a documentary where Stephen tells his own story in his own words. CC’s are available for those with hearing or audio processing issues.

* * * WARNING: Video has flashing lights that may upset seizures or migraines.
* * * TRIGGERS: Dramatized hospital scenes, food consumption and alcohol consumption.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hi8jMRMsEJo (not my video)

Btw the girl in the thumbnail is goofing off with him by making that face.

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I try a new game on the channel, and who better to try it with than the amazing HANNAH HART!!! Please enjoy us in all kinds of seriously twisted behavior! Just a little warning for this video, there is alcohol consumption and references to drinking. If you are of appropriate age, please drink responsibly!

anonymous asked:

drunk!pharah/tracer/sombra confessing they love reader? (bonus if reader doesn't believe then at first)

Pharah


She leaned on you, a smile on her face. She nuzzled into your shoulder and you unlocked the door. You helped her inside and you put her on the bed, pulling the covers off to slip her in. 

“You’re so kind,” she said, smiling at you, “I love you.”

You just nodded good-naturedly and tucked her in.

“I do,” she pouted and you just patted her arm.

“Sure,” you muttered, “At least you’re a happy drunk.”

“No,” her eyebrows scrunched together, “You don’t understand, I love you.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“I do,” she insisted, “I’ve loved your for a while, how could I not.”

A blush covered your face and you just muttered, “Let’s talk about this in the morning.”

You rested your head in your hands and she quickly fell asleep. You dreaded what would come in the morning, there was no way she actually loved you.

Tracer


She wasn’t that much different when drunk, just her excited ramblings slurred. You hoisted her onto your shoulder when was starting to tip over, waving goodbye to everyone else. The two of you stood in front of the door, Tracers head resting on your shoulder.

“Here we go,” you said, “back to your room.”

She smiled at you and you smiled back, resting her on the bed.

“You’re so nice,” she rambled as you tucked her in, “I love you~!”

You froze in place, hand still wrapped around the blanket.

“I’m sorry?” you said and she pressed a kiss to your hand next to her.

“I love you. I have for a while,” she said and you chest clenched.

“You’re just drunk,” you said, refusing to get your hopes up.

“Then ask me in the morning,” she winked sloppily, “I’ll say the same thing.”

“I’ll do that,” you murmured, patting her arm before leaving.

Sombra


You took a sip of your whiskey, watching Sombra nurse the bottle. Her face was dark, as you were tempted to take the bottle away. She murmured something under her breath and you gently rested a hand on her wrist.

“You doing okay there?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” she insisted and her face softened, “Thank you for asking, though.”

“I’m here for you,” you said, “if you need it.”

“There is one thing,” she closed her eyes and you were struck by how beautiful she was.

“What is it,” you said.

“Don’t hate me for this,” she said before pulling you into a kiss.

You tasted the whiskey on her lips and you pulled her closer. Her hands curled on your chest as you deepened the kiss. When she pulled away for breath you noticed the blush dusting her face.

“I won’t.”

How the DDADDS Sleep

Craig: He moves around a lot in his sleep, often trying to find the coolest spot on the bed. However, he happens to be a deep sleeper and usually ends up on his stomach. Good luck, dadsona!

Brian: He sleeps like a rock, is a deep sleeper and occasionally will snore. Most of the time he’ll end up curled up in a blanket burrito.

Damien: Lots and lots of pillows. Damien will curl up among his pillows and sleep like a baby. He’s neither a deep or light sleeper.

Hugo: Being the cuddler he is, Hugo needs a big plush body pillow to hug while he sleeps. His favorite position to sleep in is fetal and he always lets his hair down before bed.

Mat: He sometimes has a hard time sleeping at night and needs a heavier blanket to help with his anxiety. Sometimes he’ll put on some soft music to help him fall asleep.

Robert: He changes position once in a while during the middle of the night but overall he’s a fairly sound sleeper especially with all his alcohol consumption. One of the only things that can really wake him up are a few slobbery kisses from a certain Boston Terrier and of course the ever present feeling that a cryptid may get him in his sleep.

Joseph: Like a literal angel. He’s the most peaceful sleeper, of course after he helps Mary put the kids to bed. For some odd reason he always gets a great night’s sleep.

Mine ; Tom Holland feat. Haz

WARNINGS: threesome!!!, smut!!, grinding, unprotected sex, oral, rim jobs, anal, pure sin, language, jealous!tom hehe,

summary: despite Tom being the possessive type, you are decided to gift Haz a special present coming from both Tom and you. Besides, two heads might be better than one right?

a/n: it was kinda dirty to write,, plus this is 3k words


You swayed your hips while your back pressed against Tom, practically grinding on him, as both of you were dancing and goofing around at Haz’s party while finding the other cast members of Spider-man: Homecoming scattered all over the house. The neon lights discoed around the room as the music was on maximum, blaring around the living room walls. “Are you having a great time?!” Tom questioned yet screaming between the clamors.

“Definitely!” You cried back as your right hand gripped tightly on a bottle of Budweiser beer you were consuming earlier. As you felt Tom stiffened his grasp onto your hips, your slightly intoxicated mind made you bend and began rubbing your ass onto his prominent bulge. “Fuck yes, Y/N. You’re so sexy.” He groaned acknowledging himself getting turned on at your actions.

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Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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Little Spoon

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, a little angst

Word Count: 584

Summary: After a bad mission you’re happy being anything that Bucky needs.


You knew that something had gone wrong the minute the team walked into the compound, none of them talking. They looked worse for wear, bruised and beaten down, all excitement over them being home dying in your throat as you looked them all over. 

Your eyes landed on Bucky last, trying not to show your hurt on your face when he didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. Normally he would have wrapped you into his arms, whispering how much he missed you while he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. 

That didn’t happen this time around though. Instead he walked straight past you, grabbing the bottle of scotch that Tony kept around, uncapping the bottle and downing a few mouthfuls, his adam’s apple bobbing in his scruff covered throat. You bit your lip, turning back towards Steve who shot you a sympathetic look. You knew it would have had to been bad for Bucky to ignore you like this and a part of you desperately wanted to know what had happened; but you also knew that sometimes he just needed his space. He’d come back to you eventually. 

You gave him one last once over before walking out of the room, heading back towards the elevators. Bucky would probably stay out there for a little while, finish off that bottle before stumbling into bed, you knew how this usually went.

You flipped on the light in your shared bedroom, leaving it on as you crawled under the covers on your bed, tugging them up and around your shoulders. A soft sigh left your lips as you stared up at the ceiling, your chest tight as you thought about Bucky torturing himself down stairs. You knew there was nothing you could do until Bucky came to you himself, you’d watched him push Steve and the rest of the team away too many times to count, but that didn’t stop the worry from knotting itself in your stomach. 

-

You blinked open your eyes as you felt the bed dip next to you, the bedroom now dark except for the light bleeding in through the crack under the door. You rubbed the heels of your hands against your eyes, clearing away the sleep before looking at Bucky’s hunched over form, his back tight and tense. You tapped one of your fingers against his shoulder, opening up your arms when he turned to look at you. 

Bucky didn’t say anything and neither did you but you saw the smallest flicker of a smile on his lips as he laid down on the bed, letting you wrap your arms around his body. 

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This Is War [5]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1154

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some language

A/N: I feel like this part is also a little boring, but I gotta move stuff along somehow! Hopefully y’all enjoy it! Thank you for reading!! Feedback is always appreciated :)

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10 ways to say I love you - Peter parker imagine

summary: this is the first 5 (Part 1) of 10 ways Peter Parker shows he loves you, peter x reader. alcohol consumption is mentioned in case that’s a trigger for anyone.

a/n: I actually really liked this Idea and went with it. For Masterlist click Here. I won’t write part 2 unless this gets a good amount of notes so please if you like it, like or reblog! thank you. 


Peter turned the corner of the school hallway to find you furiously unzipping every zipper on your bookbag. You were searching for a pen through your entire bag and locker. You had history next and your teacher only allowed students to write all notes and assignments in pen. The bell rang, indicating that lunch had ended and you still hadn’t found a pen. Sighing loudly you closed your locker and were greeted by Peter. 

“Hey” Peter smiled.  

“Hey” you greeted, throwing your backpack over your shoulder and slumping your shoulders. Beginning to walk towards the stairs, “Wait what’s up?” Peter asked aware of your slumped mood. You took three steps before turning to look at him, a step below you. “I just forgot a pen for class and I didn’t answer the pop question yesterday correctly, which means he will call on me to check all of my work- which I won’t be able to write because I don’t have a damn pen” you gushed out all in one breath. “Easy, take mine” he handled you his only pen. 

“what will you write with them” you questioned, warily taking the pen. “I’ll figure it out when I get there” He said intertwining your hands together and leading you to class. 


Peter rapidly tapped his fingers against the desk, spaced out from whatever the decathlon meeting was discussing today. He was counting down the seconds until the bell rang and he could rush to meet you outside your classroom. He knew you had to return the majority of your books today and he could only imagine the literal weight on your shoulders. As soon as the obnoxious ring sounded throughout the room, he bolted out of the room. 

Flying down the stairs and taking a sharp right turn towards your class, he caught you just in the nick of time. You were walking out of class with 3 textbooks stacked over your arms and making small talk with Michelle. One of textbooks started to slip from your grasp and peter was at your side immediately picking up the fallen book. “Hey Parker” you greeted him. “Hey” he leaned in, kissing you and swiftly taking all the books onto his arms, and pulled away. “Let me carry these for you” peter signaled towards books now resting in his arms. “God I love you” you sighed out while rubbing your sore arms. “I know” He shot back with a smirk. “Okay, Han solo I need to return these after lunch so meet me at the library” you pecked his cheek and turned to walk with Michelle.

“He’s so whipped” Michelle said matter of factly and laughed. 


“Petre R u up”

A text Peter received from your number at 10:30pm on a Thursday night.

“Hey what’s up? Are you okay?”

He quickly straightened up and grabbed his phone it was unlike you to send these type of texts on a school night. At once, he received an incoming call from you He picks up and starts bombarding you with questions and to which you only answer “shhh I miss you Parker” slurring in last name a bit. 

“Are you drunk right now?” he asked quickly throwing off the covers and searching the room for a T-shirt. “Maybe, I’m at Liz’s, for a project, project for science, yep a project, I’m sleeping over and we may or may haven’t gotten into Liz’s dad’s liquor cabinet” You stuttered out. You knew it was a bad idea to get drunk on a school night but you underestimated the power of alcohol and how much of a lightweight you are.  “He’s out of town, we are in the clear… I miss youu” you giggled at something Liz said. “I’m on my way” Peter whispered into his phone as he snuck out through the fire escape window. 

“no don’t come, you can’t come, no boys allow liz’s rule” you said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay” peter says worrisome into his receiver. “Okay fine…. but how are you even getting here though? you don’t drive” you question. “Uh Uber” he says, pulling his mask over his face. 


On your one year anniversary, Peter gives you the typical flowers and love letter. Until you spot the CD attached to the back of the letter. You look up at him to see the sheepish smile on his face. “You made me a mixtape?” you question already smiling. “Yeah I memorize every song you every sang under your breath to and put them on a disc” he said staring at the ground now, blushing. 

You thought back to before you and Peter were even dating, when you were just bus partners and you sat next to him with your headphones in. You knew you hummed into to quite a few songs but now you had realized you might have sung a few as well. You grabbed your laptop from your bed and slipped the cd right into the slot. Nothing played on the first try nor the second or the third. You even tried playing it on your DVD played with no luck.

“Maybe my computer disk reader is broken” you offered after seeing the look on Peter’s face. “No i just think I don’t know how to burn CDs very well, I knew I should’ve asked Ned for help I’m sorry for ruining the anniversary” He looked down at his knees. “Hey no you didn’t ruin anything Peter it’s the thought that counts here” You put your hand under his chin, “I’m serious this, today was really great” you assure him. Looking between his lips and his eyes you begin to lean in when music starts blaring from your laptop speaker, interrupting your moment. 

“Hey at least it works” You tease and roll on your side to scroll through different songs Peter picked out for you. 


Peter snapped a picture of you leaning on the lunch tables deep in thought, the camera noise going off pulling away from your thoughts. 

“You taking pictures of me again Pete?” You point your fork at him accusingly, before grabbing another ball of noodles with your fork. He just nods examining the picture detail by detail as if he wasn’t sitting in front of the real thing. His lips twitches at the way you scrunch your eyes when you’re concentrated. He follows every curve on your face with his eyes. 

“oh come on let me see it, I hate off guard pictures I always look pissed off” you reach over the table and grab his phone. You look at the picture then back at him, “just as a suspected, I look extremely pissed off at the ceiling.” Peter immediately chimes in that he thinks you look great.

“Of course you did Peter, I could wear a sock on my head and you would tell me I looked amazing” you smiled at him caressing his kiss. ”Yeah true but i seriously think you look good in this one, its wallpaper worthy” he says like staring down at his phone again. “Only Wallpaper” you ask raising an eyebrow. “You already know you’re my lockscreen and wallpaper” he rolls his eyes but nevertheless blushes. 

“Thought so, you’re mine too by the way” You smile before turning to playfully flip off Michelle after hearing her make gagging noises towards you and Peter. 


Please lmk if you want a part 2, aka the other five reasons, cause my most recent imagine flopped.

Austrian Things my American friends found weird
  • The tiny fields (they’re farmers from Ohio where a mile-long corn field is nothing out of the ordinary)
  • The wine/alcohol in general consumption
  • Having special tiny forks just for desserts
  • Showering at night
  • the small cars and curvy roads
  • the hilly landscape
  • The bread, although they liked it after they got used to it
  • Same with our non-sweet baked goods or bread rolls like Kornspitz and Semmel
  • all the asian tourists, especially in Salzburg
  • that there’s basically a consensus concerning Trump
  • that everyone is fine with universal health care
  • trains and how common and frequently used public transportation is in general
  • Radler (Shandy)
  • Town names like Rottenegg,Hardegg, and of course Fucking
  • Sparkling water and how much we drink it
  • The Eurovision videos I showed them, and how it’s such a big deal here. I don’t think they know how important it is to our national pride.
  • Our playful little feud with the Germans
  • Shop opening times. Nothing says “rural Austria” more than the grocery store being open from 9-12 and 3-6 monday through friday.
  • The windows, although they thought they were much better
  • How basically all our houses are built from bricks and therefore don’t require air conditioning to stay cool during summer.
  • Our sarcastic/salty/somewhat dark sense of humor
Moonshine

A Liquor Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,688

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut! Teasing, food play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, alcohol consumption, mentions of a nightmare and swearing. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you enjoy! (You don’t have too, but I recommend reading Whiskey before this one. That way you are caught up!) 

Whiskey

“How did the meeting go?”

You looked up at Ashley as she entered your bedroom. You shook your head while unbuttoning your dress shirt, “Horrible.” You slid your skirt off and walked into your closet, “The whole town council showed up today. They want us to find a new location.”

“Why?” she asked as she sat on your bed.

“Well apparently the loud motorcycles are too much for the yuppies that moved into that high end subdivision down the road.” You said, putting on your new t-shirt that you had ordered for the bar. “Luckily, their vote didn’t win, but I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I hear from them.”

You walked out into the bedroom and held your arms up at your sides, “What do you think of the new shirts?” You asked Ashley.

She turned her head and puckered her lips in speculation, “Turn around.” You did a slow twirl, showing the wolf howling at the moon on the back. “I like these better than the black ones. The navy color looks better with the theme.”

“Good, I have yours in the living room.” you told her before grabbing your shorts and pulling them up your legs.

“Have you talked to Bucky?” she asked before standing up and fixing her hair in the mirror above your dresser.

“No,” you said surly. “But he told me before they left for their mission that I wouldn’t hear from him much.”

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Black Sheep - JStevens
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Black sheep is a derogatory colloquialism in the English language meaning an outsider or one who is different in a way which others disapprove of. This can be someone who has been shunned by others, or one who has chosen to be an outsider, due to actions and aims that separate them from the rest of the people or ‘flock.’”

The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Unrequited (part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Sam x Reader (friendship)

A/N: This is my first [published] fic, was not requested obviously, just something that has been around on my mind. I am thinking about making it a series with part 2 in Bucky’s POV. Feedback is always welcomed let me know what you think!

Summary: You are new in the tower and have a crush on Bucky, but he does not feel the same way and you overheard him.

Warnings: lots of Angst, Bucky being sort of a douche, alcohol consumption (?)

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


“That new girl, Y/N, is pretty cute don’t you think?” Sam said. You were currently hiding in the corridor, not that you were purposely eavesdropping, no, it happened by chance, you were walking to the kitchen feeling like doing some experimental cooking, your spirits were high you had a good week and you were almost skipping through the tower when you heard voices. Sam and Bucky chatting. About women. You needed to know, because it was undeniable to you now that you had a huge infatuation on Bucky, only after a week. Granted the man was a beautiful specimen of male perfection but it wasn’t just about that, the way he moved, the way he spoke, damn it Y/N get a grip

You arrived at the tower as a new administrative assistant, hired by Tony after an extensive background check. Working with Tony Stark was pretty much a career dream for you, little did you know it also came with the perks of living in the tower and getting to know the Avengers. Rent for free, a generous paycheck, how could you resist.

Back to the present, Sam Wilson seemed to be teasing James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes about you, you almost squealed in delight, but you kept quiet.
“Nah, I have seen prettier” Bucky answered. Your heart sank, yeah, you were no Black Widow, but you weren’t  ugly, were you?

“C’mon man, she is funny and smart too,”  Sam interjected. you left right there, you did not want Barnes to destroy your confidence in your wits too, your spirits were crashed already and you no longer felt like cooking, or eating, rejection albeit indirect had a horrible toll on you. So you silently left the way you came, towards your bedroom.

You laid in bed running your mind. A knock came around dinner. Sam asking if you wanted to join them. Spaghetti, your favorite. In turn, you declined and turned in early.


The weekend was uneventful, everyone did there on thing. You caught up with your ever-growing pile of books to be read, running into Bucky a couple of times, and exchanging a few words, it still hurt, his words, but after following your favorite characters around in adventures and their own heartbreaks you couldn’t help but feel better, and that way you entered the second week of work.

Soon you established a friendship with Sam, and the weeks started to pass peacefully. You teased each other and joked nonstop, your humor was so similar it was easy being around him. That came with Bucky company sometimes, especially in late afternoons when you finished work and you and Sam liked to chill to good music and drinks. Bucky was quiet most of the time, but observant. You were aware of his eyes observing you, assessing everything.
You tried to forget your crush and act normal since he was clearly not interested. Bucky was not a womanizer per se, but he had his fair share of one night stands that, to your bewilderment and disappointment, looked exactly the opposite of you.

One of those fortuitous afternoons Sam decided to make himself scarce claiming he had a bad week and wanted to turn in early, you would have bought it were it not for his concealed smirk, he was up to no good and you knew it.

“Hey Buck,” you greeted him, surprised when he entered the lounge where you were having some quality time by yourself, “didn’t you have a date?” that came out unexpected, you though.

Bucky looked at you and after a bit, he said, “I blew her off, I didn’t feel like going” He looked at you intently, as if measuring your reaction, and through himself on the couch next to yours. You squirmed under his unflinching gaze, “do you want a drink?” you offered.

“Sure,” he said, “I’ll have what you are having”. You pour a glass of wine and offered it to him. His fingers brushed yours and lingered a second too long, you look at him, into his stormy blue eyes, and your breath hitched, your heart beating at a fast rhythm. You pulled back first bewildered, and quickly made your way to your sit.

Bucky’s eyes were still on you you could feel them. But you didn’t want to look at him, you were confused, unsure, and that was something you didn’t like. He on the other hand, seemed completely in his element,  were you the only one feeling the tension?

“How was your week?”, he inquired. Surprised, yet again, you coughed “Quiet, quieter than usual that is, but anything I do must seem boring compared to your job”, you added trying to joke, after that the silence and the tension grew. Bucky finished his glass of wine and stood, you thought he was going to leave but instead he picked the book you left on the coffee table and came to sit next to you.

“I saw you reading this the other day, what is it about?” You picked it up, The Fellowship of the Ring, one of your favorites, of the ones you re-read for comfort.

“Well..:” you smirked and just like that the evening passed with you talking books with Bucky, it seemed you shared that hobby.

Later that night, while you tried to sleep, you would recap every single moment of that evening. The way he looked at you was so… intense, not exactly friendly and that only made it more confusing. He was different that much was obvious, but he was also different with you, and since he already stablished he didn’t like you, you couldn’t wrap your mind as to what it meant. As so many nights before you feel asleep thinking of Bucky, only this time you were certain your feelings were stronger than you thought.