and every lyric is perfect in it

my favorite kind of wincest is backwater towns with humid days in the shade where they’re both sweating and used to it, boys who aren’t only looking but watching for every new scar on each other’s body. nights alone in separate beds in separate rooms because the place they’re at has the extra space but it’s killing them. my favorite kind of wincest is sound of iron and wine lyrics, their music is so perfect for them. you’re not listening. iron and wine. and. radical face is beautiful for them too. are you listening? give me country brothers who have never belonged, or belonged anywhere for that matter, they definitely don’t prefer the city. fuckin spoon feed that shit to me. i want to feel their endless pining that grows as big as the trees they pass on the long way to the next state. listen, you’re not listening, sam and dean were always meant to be together with nothing else in between, they’ll go swimming in the nearest lake when it gets dark out with the crickets and fireflies around them. they’re not afraid. they love each other. listen, listen, i have all of this stashed in my heart,

The Signs and Their Style

**Refers to sun sign and your 5th house**

ARIES: bold, lots of edgy attire, but they do keep it casual. Hobbies include sports, drama, and music. Most likely hair slicked back or in a bun. always doing shit.

TAURUS: comfy and laid-back but still likes to keep it classy, decorative items in the house, probably always in their pajamas or big sweaters / shirts. candles, clean house, probably got their house smelling like a bakery, their rooms tend to be either clean as hell or dirty. no in between.

GEMINI: ALWAYS changing their house theme / aesthetic, as well as their own style’s aesthetic. Usually trendy with boho vibes. Lots of flowers and plants in the home, color schemes brown, green, mustard yellow, and navy blue.  Somehow makes all their unique items look stylish and put together in their home. 

CANCER: major mom vibes. probably owns an suv / mom af car. home is clean and cozy, smells like flowers or fruit. usually up to trend with the area (like in Louisiana, it’s all about flour de li, LSU, brown / black / white color scheme) also has a comfy style at home but dresses like a queen out in public. Definitely owns a collection of movies.

LEO: bright sunny style, lots of reds, yellows, and oranges. Usually smells fruity or musky. Styled hair, style that gets you noticed. Home is elegant and pops, modern style is likely. 

VIRGO: SUPER fucking clean, obviously. Probably has a different scheme for every different room in their home. Colors of green, brown, blue. Usually very minimal and practical with their style, but perfection is key. Expect them dressing a bit professionally, classy and hipster styles are common.

LIBRA: hues of red, pink, purple, blue. all about looking stylish and attractive. decorative pillows and curtains, antiques, vintage items, food they prepare has to look aesthetically pleasing as well. lit candles, probably a few statues, decorative picture frames, etc. 

SCORPIO: darker hues of every color, but mostly grey, black, red, and blue. Dim lighting, lots of posters, paintings, song lyrics on their walls. Edgy, alternative style. silk sheets, lingerie, home décor probably includes vines, patterns, or flowers. Can have a vintage style like that of Libra.

SAGITTARIUS: Home is typically a fucking mess. Style is minimal but eccentric. Lots of different schemes, definitely not pertaining to one. Lots of books, journal, movies, magazines, etc. Clothes laying around everywhere. Colors include pastels and lighter shades. Clothing style is the same.

CAPRICORN: nice furniture, sectionals and huge leather rocking chairs. Throw blankets. Down to earth clothing attire. Classy paintings, perfectly decorated scheme of photos. 

AQUARIUS: Modern, hippie, or eccentric style. Probably has a salt lamp from a hippie shop. Colors include shades of dark blues and purples, home smells like fruit or candy. Vintage clothing style, prefers dressy shoes over sneakers and flip flops. 

PISCES: the biggest hippie, boho sign of them all. probably has clothes laying all over the floor, home is inviting and smells like freshly baked pie or cookies with a lingering scent on incense. their own artistic expression is very visible in their style. always has lots of snacks and comfort food in their home. shades of blue, purple, and pink.

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The Signs As Lyrics By The Cure.
  • Aries: Every night I burn, every night I scream your name. Every night I burn, every night my dream is the same.
  • Taurus: I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night, can't stand here like this anymore. For always and ever is always for you. I want it to be perfect like before.
  • Gemini: And every time I try to pick it up like falling sand, as fast as I pick it up, it runs away through my clutching hands.
  • Cancer: But if I had your faith, then I could make it safe and clean. If only I was sure that my head on the door was a dream.
  • Leo: I'll show you in spring it's a treacherous thing. We missed you, hissed the lovecats.
  • Virgo: Remember how it used to be, when the stars would fill the sky. Remember how we used to dream, those nights would never end.
  • Libra: Strange as angels, dancing in the deepest oceans, twisting in the water, you're just like a dream.
  • Scorpio: Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am free again.
  • Sagittarius: When I see you happy as a girl that lives in a world of make-believe, it makes me pull my hair all out, to think I could've let you leave.
  • Capricorn: The secrets I hide, twist me inside. They make me weaker. So I trick myself, like everybody else.
  • Aquarius: And the way the rain comes down hard, that's how I feel inside.
  • Pisces: If only I'd thought of the right words, I could've held onto your heart. If only I'd thought of the right words, I wouldn't be breaking apart, all my pictures of you.
Imagine

Here’s my meta about the last clip of episode 5.

  • Our intro shot of the karaoke bar introduces our players. I’m especially interested in how we see Mari and Sara twice each (and sharing one shot).
  • May I just say: I am glad my son Eskild is alive and Extra.
  • We have Chris talking to Sara (we don’t see Sara’s face but it’s her jumper) 👀
  • In general we have a big focus on couples (including Evak) and russebussen people. Showing, again, this season’s themes (love and identities/belongings).
  • We have some Chris and Eva talking about wiring money, which seems like foreshadowing to the russebuss contract and payment.
  • Even is about to sing and no one ships Evak more than Magnus.
  • @newlevelofdesperate​ wrote a great meta about Even singing “Imagine” by John Lennon. I agree with most of it.
    I’ll just add that the song is ironic, just like “I’m Not In Love” in s3e5. “Imagine all the people living life in peace.” Sana is feeling the song at the moment. She feels that everything came together, finally. But it’s not true. She wished she could create world peace (if you gave her the power to do so she would, she really would). But she can’t. Some things are beyond her reach and she still hasn’t managed to reconcile her two identities (Norwegian & Muslim).
    Also, I think the song is as much an Even song as a Sana one. Once again.
  • We barely see Mikael walk in, and Elias and the gang look around. Yousef seems to be looking in the crowd for Sana. 
  • No shot of the squad until we get a shot of Even seeing them. Then Magnus and Jonas turn to see where Even is looking (not Isak or Mahdi) and we get another shot of balloon squad: no Mikael. Adam and Mutta seem unconcerned. Elias though sees Even and is not smiling (but he’s not looking mad either).
    He grabs Yousef who was smiling towards Sana and…the smile falters.

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ever since i got into paramore, every album they’ve put out has spoken to me at the perfect time, like every album release came with the perfect instrumentals and lyrics to speak to a certain group and fit a certain mood and mental state and they do that perfectly, like i needed after laughter, this lyricism, the upbeat tone behind the dark themes that still leave you feeling like, “life sucks but we’re gonna get through it” that? i needed that and i’m just always so grateful for this band like wow

1. If you can’t help yourself to smile whenever you hear something about her. Everything around reminds you of her. From the songs, you listen to every day to the people you meet from the streets. You can smell her fragrance on your clothes. You can feel her presence on your bed. Your world starts to breathe through her and you allow it because you love it.
2. You wake up every day with happiness on your face because, you know, it’s another day you’ll going to spend with her.
3. You can’t last a day without having any conversation with her. You keep checking your phone every time to look if you have received any text messages from her even if you’re at school or at work. You keep re-reading the previous messages you’ve had with her and can’t help yourself to feel happy because, in this life, you had the chance to talk with her. You keep sending her long and sweet messages just to brighten up her day and sometimes, in the middle of the night just to know how important she is in your life.
4. When you see her, you’ll hear songs in your mind and your lips will whisper lyrics even if you don’t know the words at all. Your heart will race and your eyes will dilate as she comes near to you. You will do ways to keep the conversation alive with senseless topics and even weird questions. Because in that way, you’ll hear her voice that gives you the solace. And whenever she laughs after you cracked a joke, it’s a heavenly feeling.
5. If you are willing to give up everything for her and wait for God’s perfect time, you are rapturously in love. Don’t let the feelings die, adore and love her every single day.
—  E.J. Cenita, 5 Signs That Prove You’re Already In Love With Her

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm the one who gave you my idea of lance being a piano prodigy and to answer your question, of course you can write it! Your writing is so good it would be a waste other wise!

Thank you so much <3

Original Prompt Here! 

Growing up Lance had always watched his grandmother play the piano. Whenever he stayed the night at her house she would play piano long past his bedtime. 

Lance always found himself mesmerized with how her fingers glided across the ivory or how certain chords clashed together but never ruined the song. 

Lance learned the basic of piano when he was around five years old and from there he learned more skills. Around the age of nine Lance found himself “performing” in front of his family almost every night. 

When Lance turned twelve he started to perform in music festivals in and around his community. Lance loved it, he thrived off the attention and his family always came out to support him. 

Lance became a master by the time he was thirteen. There was nothing Lance couldn’t play and his siblings requested songs nearly everyday. 

Lance played piano for any reason. Someone was sad? Lance would play a happy song for them. Someone got their heart smashed? Lance would play an emotional song. No matter the what the person was going through Lance always had a song for them. 

Lance’s favorite songs to play were songs that had lyrics to them. Lance would play and his siblings would sing, it was a perfect thing. It brought all of them closer and gave them something to do in order to bond. 

-

A few weeks after Lance joined the Garrison he realised how much music meant to him. He found his fingers playing notes along his thighs throughout his classes. He found himself humming the songs he used to play every night with his siblings. He could still hear the chords and see the music notes whenever he laid his head down to go to bed. 

It made Lance homesick and he found himself calling his family more at night time just to see if it would help fill the gap that was left when he left home. 

Nobody knew about Lance’s talent, not even his friend Hunk. Lance didn’t tell them because it wasn’t important. After all how can paino help Lance pilot an aircraft? 

-

The longer Lance was in team Voltron, the more he missed the instrument that grounded him. Missing this instrument resulted in Lance missing his family which resulted in him being homesick. He couldn’t avoid it, it consumed him whenever Lance was left alone or everyone was silent. 

Lance would find himself playing the notes along his leg or on the arm of the chair in Blue. He would hum during missions and whenever he was in the shower. Lance would also walk on nights he couldn’t sleep. The nights where he would wake up with his family’s name on his tongue. The nights where he would give anything to be home. 

Lance was in a new part of the castle, he was slowly exploring the castle on his midnight walks. It was a long hallway that was lit up by lights scattered along the floor. There weren’t many doors but everytime Lance encountered one he would open it and pear inside. It was around 3 in the morning and Lance opened a door and stuck his head inside. The room was dark but as Lance walked into the room anyways, lights turned on one by one illuminating the room and revealing the objects in the room. 

Lance nearly cried when he saw what was in the middle of the room. It looked just like a grand piano, just slightly different shape. Lance slowly approached the piano, his heart beating louder every time step he took. He reached out and brushed his fingers against the smooth material and cleaned off the seat that had collected dust from not being used. He opened the lid and stretched his finger over the keys. After a few moments of making sure he was awake he began to play. 

Lance was shocked, he couldn’t believe it. It sounded just like a normal piano. It sounded just like living room on a normal night or right after school when he practiced the most. His fingers flew over the keys with ease and Lance played a little bit louder. He wasn’t sure how long he was playing or when he started to cry but Lance ignored his new audience that slowly filtered into the room. 

He snuck a glance at is friends who were watching from the doorway. The only way to describe their faces was utter shock. Keith’s and Shiro’s mouths were hung open, Hunk had a small smile and Pidge was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Allura and Coran were mumbling about the memories that they each had in this room. 

Lance closed his eyes and imagined his family sitting around him and singing with him. Yet when he opened them he was met by people that weren’t his family. Lance shook his head and stopped playing, he lowered his hands and looked at his team that had grown to be his new family. Sure he still had his blood family but who were to say that he couldn’t have two families. 

Lance took into everyone expression, wiped his tears and broke into a huge smile, “what did I surprise you all?” 

I love this idea so much tbh 

Thank you for letting me write this! I hope I did it justice!!!!! 

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you <3333

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on this robot harry?For me it's so annoying he can't even pretend to be excited for his own tour, his social media presence is such a turn off

Well I’m sort of digging myself a grave with this one, but since I haven’t seen a post I can fully agree with, here we go. Disclaimer, I actually study this at uni. I was the Social Media Manager for the planning and putting together of a fashion show, on all platforms. I just handed in last month a 6-months marketing plan that was based around social media promo. So I do have a bit of knowledge in this area. I am by no means an expert, but this is my future field of choice, so I like to think I’m at least educated.

The situation isn’t as black and white as people have put it so far. All I’ve seen is “he’s horrible at engaging with fans” and “he doesn’t own you shit so stop complaining”. The answer is a very big grey area in which Harry’s actual social media presence fits perfectly in my opinion. First of all, there’s two main templates we studied for marketing purposes this year, Gaynor Lea Greenwood’s promotion suggestions (2009) and Burcher (2013)’s Paid, Owned and Earned media concept. Long story short, the first one is your traditional marketing campaign and the second one relies more on social media and advertising on it. Now, I think Harry’s team went for the more traditional approach, and let me explain why.

Harry started distancing himself more and more from twitter and Instagram ever since the hiatus started.Even before, during OTRA and MITAM promo, most of his tweets were promo stuff, lyrics I’m not sure we fully understand even now, charity work, promoting friends or tweeting about holidays/important days or events. His fan interaction has been low for quite a while, and I’m honestly baffled people are acting like this is news. Looking through his Twitter in 2015, there are some tweets to fans, yes, but they’re very sparse.I counted about 12 in 5 months, most of them in September, when Perfect came out, and around the release of MITAM.His tweets were mostly thanks to fans for various awards and nominalisation, promoting the songs/album, some lyrics and, without fail, after every concert he tweeted a thank you for coming.

It felt more personal than what we have now (tho in all honesty, his tour hasn’t started yet and if we eliminate the OTRA tweets it’s already a different story), but Robot Harry has been a thing then, and people were riding along with it instead of condemning it to the extent they do now.But, the thing is, Harry didn’t have the entire burden of engaging with the fanbase like he has now.Louis, Niall and Liam always took turns in taking the lead in replying to fans and interacting with them, which allowed Harry to do his part and everyone was mostly happy.

And yet, I personally don’t feel this frustration many people feel. I think it’s quite interesting actually. A bold move that wouldn’t work for other artist whose career relies on people who live and breathe social media (maybe Beyonce or Adele, but they are in another league). I was very intrigued by Harry’s statement in the Behind the album video, in which he said that there was a time in his life when people knew everything about him, and he didn’t like it.He has been overexposed since 2012, his personal life splashed across tabloids, fake relationship or not.And now he disappeared for a year (and has been retreating into himself for at least 2) and he wrote this mysterious™ album, trying to see if people can listen and understand it without knowing much about the current him. In this context, having an album that surrounds itself in mystery and then doing 4 Q&As on twitter and 3 livestreams sends…extremely contradictory messages. I can, and will fault his team for presenting a dual image of Harry that sometimes makes 0 sense, for handling a lot of things so poorly, and for the entire Carolina mess, but I will say that his social media fits this old school mysterious rockstar image they’re showing of him. I also think his actual reason is very personal and very real, and I respect the fact that he didn’t compromise this choice he made for promo purposes.

His promo relied on more traditional channels. TV and radio appearances, print magazines, and most importantly, the secret gigs. Now, I’m sorry, but I felt entirely more connected to Harry running across London at 8AM in my pyjamas than by any twitter spree he’ll ever do. I never did this before. This reminded me of the stories my dad told me, of queuing up for days in front of the box office so he’d get the tickets when they went on sale. It was very old school and it worked for me. It was a phenomenal experience, something I will never forget. And he did this for us. All profits went to charity, he didn’t do this for money. And while I know this was for a few selected cities and a handful of lucky fans, it was intimate and it was special and I think everyone, regardless if they were there, or vicariously living through pics and videos, felt a connection to Harry. We got emotional on his behalf when he sang with his idol on stage 2 weeks later, you don’t do that for someone you have no connection to.

Now, the actual reason I’m happy with what we’ve got is that it is genuine from my POV. Liam is the perfect candidate for a comparison, since he also took a bit of a break from social media (not as heavy as Harry’s, but he definitely wasn’t as active as Louis or Niall) and his promo is as textbook as it gets. He slowly, but surely increased his activity since January, a few more tweets, a few more pics on Instagram.A big turning point was April when he posted 13 pics on Instagram, compared to 8 in March, 4 in February and 3 in January. His Twitter went through a similar process.Now, the moment he started posting more, I knew his music was gonna be out soon. It’s pure marketing. You start your campaign weeks before the actual launch, it’s only natural. Unless you want to drop it as a surprise, but that’s another discussion. Actually Harry did it too, with the TV ad, but that was ruined by the info getting leaked beforehand and everyone getting pissed off by that so whatevs. Now, Liam is going for the approachable celeb route. Streams, Instagram stories, snapchat, tweeting fans, loads of pics, videos with popular Youtubers. It’s nice and about as well handled as it gets (apart from that weird video release earlier than it should have been and Liam just generally being a bit…odd?off?idk how to explain it, but a lot of people feel the same way from what I’ve seen). It fits with the image Liam is going for, it aims at the right target audience. He’s not trying to enter a new market like Harry is. He’s consolidating his place in the current market from what I’ve seen (and I’ll admit I haven’t followed his promo as closely as Harry’s). Trying to imagine Harry doing this sort of promo doesn’t really work for me.

Niall has been present on and off social media ever since he came back from his trip last year. Literally, if I pull up the calendars people have been making each month, he doesn’t get more than a handful of days without doing something, so it’s unfair to compare him to the others, since he’s always around and posting and doing stuff.

Louis deserves a better team and I won’t have anyone uttering anything else in my presence, and yet somehow, despite Niall’s constant presence and Liam’s textbook engagement, I’ll never feel as connected to them as I feel to Louis. Louis’ tweets are the perfect mixture of absolutely adorable fan service (“our year” 😭😭) and some of the things he’s passionate about (tv shows, fashion, footie/sports). His promo for JHO was….I have no words for it and I’m gonna have a rage fit if I start thinking about it, but his overall persona is charming and endearing when he’s posting things himself. He created a real communication channel between us and him and he knows how to use it when he needs to send a message (warning selfies anyone?Only you?). There’s an actual analysis of Instagram stats that shows he’s the number 1 male account in engagement and overall likes and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Louis is a smart businessman, he has a loyal fanbase who is here for him through thick and thin.

And on top of everything I said so far, none of them owe us anything outside the promo bubble. Apart from shoots, songs/albums/tours info and official announcements, they do not owe us anything. If they chose to share a picture from their home, that’s their personal space, and while it’s good for PR, amazingly good in a society that thrives from the feeling of knowing everything about everyone (like what’s your fave’s breakfast and how’s their cat is doing), it’s still a part they can choose to keep private and no one should be entitled to ask for more.

Have you seen Adele’s Instagram? It gives you this illusion of closeness to her, with make up free selfies, funny poses and landscape shots. Too bad literally everything is from touring and other official appearances right? There’s one picture of her home, and that’s to celebrate the end of the tour. Harry sort of did the same with the booklet pictures. He allowed you into his personal space in a controlled manner, just like Adele did. Only he did it in a different way. His promo is just different and you have to think a bit outside the box to see that he actually did a lot of things other artists do. Just a bit differently. Was it perfect?Fuck, no. Was it as bad as many people make it look like?Personally, I don’t think so. It was just different and people are entirely justified to see it as a good or a bad thing. I see it mostly as a good thing. Mostly.

The Signs and Their Style

**Refers to sun sign and your 5th house**


ARIES: bold, lots of edgy attire, but they do keep it casual. Hobbies include sports, drama, and music. Most likely hair slicked back or in a bun. always doing shit.

TAURUS: comfy and laid-back but still likes to keep it classy, decorative items in the house, probably always in their pajamas or big sweaters / shirts. candles, clean house, probably got their house smelling like a bakery, their rooms tend to be either clean as hell or dirty. no in between.

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“When you walk in a room
you bring in joy and dispel gloom
Your sunny side
makes my smile a mile wide
Your charisma is profound
True love follows you around
and lays its head upon your shoulder”

- Notes and Rhymes by The Proclaimers

Or Nah (One - Shot)

Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.

A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment. 

You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist. 

Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him. 

You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day. 

You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely. 

The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began. 

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit. 

You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had. 

His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself. 

And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him. 

After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song. 

You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah?
Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up. 

Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together. 

Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics. 

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shit or nah?

Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap. 

Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away. 

You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face. 

Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome
Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him. 

“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!

You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down. 

Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile. 

“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym. 

Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight. 


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wanna one as prom dates

lai guanlin

  • i imagine guanlin to go all out for prom
  • definitely would rent a limo to pick you up in
  • he’d be leaning against the door as he waits for you to come out
  • when he sees your front door opening, he kinda just like looks to the side, with his hands in his pocket 
  • u know, tryna model for you
  • but another reason he’s looking away is because he’s trying not to laugh at himself
  • then he’d finally side glance at ya
  • and he’d smile and say “you look beautiful”
  • in the limo, of course there’s strobe lights, a mini disco ball, and an abundance of cookies to choose from
  • at prom, YOU KNOW this boy would be up and down the dance floor
  • so he might forget you at times
  • but only because he’s caught up in dance battles
  • when a slow song comes on, you and him would be the only ones gettin fkin h y p e d

lee daehwi

  • daehwi is all about the perfect memories
  • plans a pre-prom photoshoot at the beach
  • which lasts like 5 hours
  • but worth it because you ended up having like 53987 photos
  • the corsage he gave you is just STUNNING
  • each part of it symbolizes something in your relationship
  • he actually hands you a beautifully decorated note with what each part means
  • he would never take his eyes off you all night
  • definitely cherishes the slow dances
  • would constantly ask if you’re thirsty/hungry/having fun
  • is proud to have you on his arm so he can show you off to everyone else
  • literally is talking to everyone he can just so others can compliment you
  • and he’d pretend to be all non-chalant but actually
  • hes the happIEST KID EVER

bae jinyoung

  • part of the shy baby club
  • overplans everything
  • like down to the very secOND
  • when plans go awry, he gets SO flustered
  • like he wanted to go the fanciest restaurant in town beforehand
  • however,, the reservation he made somehow wasn’t put into the system correctly so there were no more available tables at that time
  • to make it to prom on time, the closest eating establishment was a small diner
  • he apologizes countlessly but you two end up having so much fun there that you end up being late for prom
  • so late, its practically almost afterprom
  • he apologizes agaiN
  • but you two end up having more fun doing afterprom activities anyways
  • i mean you two end up playing minigolf until 2am

park woojin

  • hello president of shy baby club
  • is so nervous about everything
  • in pre-prom pics you can see the terror in his eyes
  • his hands had been shaking the whole time he held yours
  • is constantly wiping the sweat accumulating in his palms onto his pants
  • also can’t get the corsage to stay pinned
  • so he just ties a strand of your hair onto it to hold it
  • at prom, he loosens up more
  • only because he’s dance battling against guan
  • and suddenly he’s gaining so much more confidence
  • in the middle of a battle, he pulls you in
  • and twirls you around
  • although he began to get more confidence, he was tired of the hustle n bustle of other people so
  • at the end of the night, you two skip afterprom to stay home and have a movie marathon together

park jihoon

  • final member of the shy baby club
  • constantly scratching the back of his head out of nervousness because he’s afraid of making your prom experience anything less than amazing
  • but he’s also gelled his hair to the extreme so he has spikes of hair sticking out the back of his head before prom has actually even started
  • nonetheless, you two have the perfect pictures
  • jihoon would wanna join dance battling with woojin and guanlin
  • but he cant bear to leave your side 
  • so he prompts you to dance with him even if you dont want to
  • ends up making you want to dance more than he does
  • cant wipe the smile from his face for the ENTiRE night
  • keeps reminding you of how much he enjoys prom with you and will constantly thank you because he feels you could always do better and is grateful you’re there with him

kang daniel

  • he’d be waiting for you to be done getting ready
  • so he’s like talking to your parents about how grateful he is for you and wont shut up about you at all
  • once you come down, he’s like 
    • HOLY SHITSIES
    • YOU’RE HOT AS FUCC
    • GAW DAMN
  • totally oblivious to how your parents react because he’s literally hopping to you 
  • he grabs you and spins you around several times
  • he’s dizzy as fuck when he’s driving you to prom and is so happy he can’t stop saying everything that comes to mind
  • so you know, a cop pulls him over for driving all wonky 
  • after the cop deems daniel to not be drunk or anything
  • the cop drives you and daniel to prom because daniel is too happy to even think straight, let alone drive
  • daniel isn’t the master of cliches but this makes prom even more memorable for you

kim jaehwan

  • has the worst luck of the bunch
  • but that just makes prom better
  • “i’m sorry i had to take you in my moms minivan, my car just lost a tire this morning like dude wtf”
  • also forgot to make dinner reservations like you asked
  • “mcdonalds it is bb!”
  • he would drop the nuggets and fries all over the cars seats
  • “i think its still edible”
  • at prom, he’s that toe-tapper-and-head-bobber
  • but doesn’t actually dance
  • but when you convince him
  • he basically turns into your uncle jerry when he’s had 2 jello shots & is at an 80s themed disco party

ong seongwoo

  • loves eyes on him and you
  • so he insists on wearing matching gold sequined dress and suit
  • “we’re gonna shine brighter than that dinky discoball in the gym just u watch bby”
  • and he was right
  • when he stands in front of one of the spotlights
  • he blinds everyone that looks his way
  • dances as silly as he possible can because he loves to see you laughing 
  • during afterprom, he insists only you two do the activities together because now he only craves your eyes on him
  • tries to impress you in every activity
  • but actually kinda fails at everything
  • which u enjoy anyways 

hwang minhyun

  • one of the kindest, sweetest, cheesiest prom dates ever
  • he is graceful in everything and hides his nerves well
  • definitely takes the lead in prom activities
  • like
  • he would be doing his booty dance on the dance floor to lure you out
  • grabs you food and drinks before you even can ask
  • is a god at every afterprom activity
  • BASICALLY
  • THE MOST
  • PERFECT
  • DATE EVER
  • to help minhyun save face as being a graceful god, i’ll just leave out the fact that minhyun only did his booty dance all night, even when he was thrown into a dance battle with woojin and guanlin. :)

ha sungwoon

  • ok but like the. most. perfect. prom. date. ever.
  • super sweet and genuine
  • really isnt nervous at all
  • just is overflowing with confidence because he doesn’t want to overthink anything
  • you’re just super impressed by how sungwoon is super laidback so you don’t feel nervous either
  • .. ok so u know how i said he’s the most perfect date ever?
  • well, you know thiS BOI WOULD BE that one person screaming the lyrics to every song that plays
  • would also remember the dance moves to every song
  • to him, its a performance
  • and. he. kills. it.
  • you and him dance to gg songs flawlessly together and are stared in awe by the other people at prom

yoon jisung

  • only the sweetest prom date you could ever ask for
  • would tear up the moment he saw you in your prom dress
  • he made dinner for you because he wanted it to be more intimate before going to prom
  • also doesn’t really try to dance seriously
  • only dances goofily to try to make you smile and laugh at him
  • would hold your heels when you dance with your friends
  • or like if your feet were hurting at all
  • and when you come back, he’s grabbed all the deserts from the snack table and has them all waiting for you
  • keeps mental notes of how you’re doing
  • so when he sees you’re getting tired
  • he gives you a piggyback ride back to the car
  • once at home he’d massage your sore feet and shoulders to help you fall asleep

It’s really annoying when people act like every group has to be perfect at everything. Some groups are more about great lyrics, some have stronger vocals, some will focus on interesting choreography, others have impressive concept. Every group has a weakness and it’s not possible for every group to be perfect at everything, so stop expecting them to be.

Napkin List

summary: tony’s taste in music rubs off on bucky. much to his surprise, during a rock concert bucky catches the eye of y/n, an intriguing young girl who is planning to go out for drinks after the gig.  

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 6k+

warnings: drinking, lots of people in a small space, accidental elbow in nose resulting in some bleeding, marilyn manson bc he should be a warning of his own luv him

a/n: i’ve been thinking about bucky developing an interest in pop culture and exploring things he likes and just becoming his own independent person for so long. this is basically a drabble about bucky becoming a rock music fan after hydra

It all started off when Steve decided to make Bucky a list of all the things he had to catch up on.

He got the idea from Sam, who helped him make a similar list for himself when Steve was first recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.. Steve’s list was pretty short and undetailed; it took him less than a month to get through it, and frankly, once he reached the bottom, he felt as though he had lost a hobby he very much enjoyed.

That’s why, when sitting down to make a list for Bucky, Steve knew he had to make it long, detailed and interesting. First, he put down the obvious choices. Not only was he making the list to stop Bucky from pointlessly staring at the wall, but he also felt like after the many years that had passed, the two of them needed new things of common interest to talk about.

Things like Star Wars, Harry Potter, Rocky and Titanic were something Bucky had to get to know. Steve knew his best friend would appreciate the right amount of fantasty, action and romance movies on the list.

Steve sat and thought long and hard about the things Bucky would enjoy. He put down Jussaric Park, Pulp Fiction, Game of Thrones and Twilight which he personally found beyond interesting despite the rest of the team teasing him about it.

After over an hour of sitting alone at the kitchen island, chewing the end of his pencil and staring at the page in front of him, Steve heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

It was just Tony, taking a break from whatever he was doing in his lab in order to grab a drink from the fridge. When he saw Steve sitting alone, he glanced at the page he had in front of him with one dark eyebrow cocked.

”What do you have there?” Tony wondered aloud, sending Steve an expectant look before grabbing a bottle of ice cold water from the fridge. Tony unscrewed the cap, continuing to look at his friend curiously.

“I’m making Bucky a list of all the things he needs to catch up on. I pretty much have all the movies down, but I’m not sure what next.”

Tony thought about it for a moment, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. He hummed thoughtfully, tapping his foot against the black tiled floor and finally smiling a little.

”Music is a big one, and I think I might have a few ideas.”

And even though Bucky and Tony didn’t exactly get along, Tony knew what the ex-assassin would take an interest in. Tony and Steve sat together for almost forty minutes. Their time spent together consisted of Tony gushing about his favourite bands and Steve grimacing at the mention of their names.

Truth be told, Steve didn’t particularly like the music Tony listened to in his lab. Maybe it was the violent drums or the harsh guitar solos; or maybe just the fact that Tony had a habit of turning up the volume at three in the morning when Steve was trying to sleep. Whatever the reason, he didn’t think Bucky would be into this kind of music and he felt somewhat hesitant to put it down onto the page, scared that it might discourage Buck from exploring the rest of the list.

However, after a lot of nagging and elbowing in the ribs from Tony’s side, Steve rolled his eyes and scribbled down several of the bands the brunette recommended. And much to Steve’s surprise, within a week of receiving the list, Bucky was blaring Nirvana, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Green Day, Slipknot and Sex Pistols in his room, and all Steve received was a knowing look of “I told you so” from Tony.

Every day during his morning run, Bucky would plug in his earphones and listen to another couple of songs by the bands Tony recommended. The unforgiving drums, the brutal thumps and fierce screaming pushed Bucky to run faster, feeling hot adrenaline pumping through his veins with each verse and line.

After a long, lively and frankly draining run, he’d return to the compound and toss his phone onto the bed, then switch on the stereo in his room, turn the volume up loud and head for the shower.

Bucky would listen to Tony’s favourite bands while training, while lying in bed, while reading books and even while trying to fall asleep at night. It was safe to say that within a few days he became a diehard fan.

By the end of the month, Bucky’s closet was filling up with new band t-shirts, and there was a growing stack of CDs on his bedside table.

Steve couldn’t believe how much Buck had taken to liking this violent music he personally couldn’t stand listening to.

Every morning he’d watch Bucky with utmost disbelief when he entered the kitchen in another band tee. In the following months, the guy had even started wearing black skinny jeans, which was something not even Natasha could wrap her head around.

She liked that Bucky was slowly finding himself and exploring his interests. But if three months ago someone would’ve told her Barnes, the born pre-war golden boy turned master assassin would become a rock band fanatic, she’d probably laugh in their face. Anyone would say it was the most unexpected turn of events.

So, when Bucky’s birthday rolled around, everyone pretty much knew what to get him. Whether it was band posters, wristbands, CDs or t-shirts, Bucky’s childish grin remained as he opened box after box of presents on his birthday morning.

Over the weeks between Buck receiving the list and his birthday, he had grown surprisingly close to Tony. Despite the rough start of their relationship, the two bonded over their shared love of AC/DC and every couple of days the two of them would hang out in the lab, talking, and sometimes Tony would even let Buck help him tinker with his work.

It wasn’t a surprise, therefore, that among the sparkly gift bags and wrapped boxes Buck was handed on his birthday, was a small present from Tony. It was an envelope with two concert tickets inside, a post-it with a message for Buck stuck onto one of them.

Your arm won’t be the only thing metal at the venue.

Bucky shook his head with a grin, glancing up at Tony and expelling a laugh. Tony only shrugged, obviously proud of his lame pun, a bright grin stetching across his face.

“There’s two tickets, and while I’d love to go with you, I’m afraid I’m busy that evening so you will have to take someone else,” the brunette sighed, honestly kind of bummed he couldn’t attend.

“Whose concert is it?” Steve asked, wondering briefly if he’d be able to withstand two hours of aggressive drumming and screaming.

“It’s Manson,” Tony answered casually as Bucky scanned the tickets. Tony was pleased with Buck’s reaction to the gift; a wide smile stretched across his face and he could already sense the soldier’s excitement.

“The murderer?” Steve cocked a brow, eyes narrowed. To say he was oblivious about this type of music was an understatement.

“Rogers, your lack of respect for rock music is honestly quite startling,” Natasha shook her head, smirking at Steve who only rolled his eyes. The redhead’s grin remained as she made her way towards Bucky and plucked one of the tickets out of his hand.

“Marilyn Manson’s career was at its peak during my teenage years so there is no way I’ll let you bring someone else,” she told Bucky with a threatening point of her index finger. The brunette only chuckled; he wasn’t going to protest in the first place. “I’m coming and that’s that.”

Another few weeks had to pass before the concert rolled around, and it felt that the more time passed, the more excited Bucky became. He hadn’t previously listened much to the artist they were going to see, but after listening to Nat ramble about how great the music was, Buck went on to listen to every single song on every single album.

It was a different kind of music to what he had previously been engrossed in. These tracks were filled with rage, and passion and emotion that Bucky always knew he felt but never saw the need to express. This type of music, the lyrics and the fast beat was perfect for late night training sessions with a punching bag, his knuckles aggressively slamming the cold surface until the bag would fall to the floor.

The music made Bucky want to scream; to express his frustration and anger in a way that didn’t involve hurting others. He wanted to punch and kick and scream and shout until he couldn’t no more, and then lay on the floor, feeling nothing but utmost calm.

This type of music allowed him to deal with his rage and angst without hurting anyone and honestly, Bucky found the feeling to be addicting.

So, when the night of the concert finally arrived, Bucky couldn’t stop the feeling of adrenaline and excitement from making his heart beat faster as he pulled on a Manson t-shirt and tied his hair into a low bun.

Natasha was waiting for him downstairs when Bucky emerged from his room and they spent the duration of the ride to the venue discussing their favourite songs and wondering how the night would turn out.

Bucky had to admit he was a bit nervous to attend. Sure, he loved the music and to hear it live was something he yearned to experience. However, he was a bit anxious about the packed venue, the screaming and pushing crowd. He wasn’t exactly a fan of small spaces but he hoped this wouldn’t ruin his night.

He was also quite scared of standing out. He half expected the venue to be filled with teenagers covered in eyeliner and college students who reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He didn’t exactly fit either of these descriptions and with Natasha - who always knew how to blend in - by his side, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of being the only person over the age of twenty five there. Let alone the only person over the age of one hundred.

However, upon their arrival, Bucky and Natasha found themselves being welcomed by a group around Nat’s age who seemed to be just as excited to see the performance as they were. They were a nice bunch and Bucky liked the jokes they made and the fact that they included them in their conversation as they stood in the queue outside the venue, waiting for the door to open.

Just as expected, the place was packed by the time everyone was let in, but somehow Bucky and Nat found a spot to enjoy the concert from less than five rows from the stage. They were standing to the left of the stage, and when the music began to play, Bucky was thankful they were this close to the bar.

For almost an hour Buck and Nat screamed along to the lyrics, clear plastic cups of beer in the air, long hair falling in front of their eyes. It wasn’t long before Bucky spotted some guy with his girlfriend on his shoulders and soon he was yelling into Nat’s ear, telling her he wanted her to get up onto his back.

Unfortunately, only moments passed before one of the security guards told her to get down and although Nat wanted to tell the bald guy to piss off, she didn’t want to get kicked out of the venue. And while they were disappointed for a while, their dismay quickly evaporated when Bucky did the unbelievable and got into the mosh pit in the centre of the crowd.

Nat watched from the sidelines, trying to keep her eyes on Buck and failing miserably when he disappeared among the chaotic crowd. When he returned, his hair had completely fallen out of its original bun and Buck had lost the beer he once held.

“Didn’t take you for a mosh pit kind of guy,” Natasha yelled to him over the piercing music, and Bucky laughed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think I elbowed some guy in the stomach,” he admitted, his wide grin remaining. His face was reddened from the heat of the venue and adrenaline. Bucky had never felt so alive; not even during missions and he promised himself he’d attend more concerts from that moment on.

“These things can get pretty violent,” the redhead screamed back, taking a sip of her beer. Bucky’s eyes fell upon her plastic cup, noticing that she was slowly beginning to run out.

“I’ll go get us more,” he shouted, and Natasha nodded, turning her attention back to the stage.

Buck’s heart thumped rapidly as he pushed through the crowd, his smile wide despite the apologies tumbling past his lips for stepping on people’s feet. His hair was sticking to his face and neck, and his fingertips burned his skin when he touched his cheek. However, despite the high temperature, Bucky felt beyond fantastic and he didn’t want the gig to end any time soon.

Finally, after what felt like minutes of pushing through the crowd, Bucky reached the bar and slowly made his way towards the counter. His grin remained as he waited for the bartender to get through the people ahead of him, rushing to get everyone the right drinks.

He continued to watch the concert from his spot in the queue, tapping his foot to the beat of the song until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head slowly, eyes falling upon a girl in denim shorts and fishnet tights, looking up at him with a bloodied tissue pressed to her nose.

“Just thought I’d come say thanks, eh, for breaking my face,” she announced, and despite the crimson tissue covering the lower half of her face, Buck could tell she was frowning. He could already feel the colour draining from his face, his lips parting in utter surprise.

Up until that moment he was convinced he had elbowed the blonde guy with the dreadlocks next to him in the mosh pit. What he didn’t expect was a girl the crowd could’ve easily squished in the pit.

“I’m so-” he began, wanting nothing more than to apologise but she cut him off, removing the tissue from under her nose to reveal an amused grin. She laughed heartily, obviously satisfied she succeeded in scaring him.

“Sorry?” She finished for him, one eyebrow cocked. “I figured. I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice shirt,” she nodded to what he was wearing.

When Bucky looked down, he realised they were wearing matching t-shirts, excepts hers was tucked into her denim shorts and she was wearing what looked like a long sleeved fishnet top beneath it. She was wearing a damn lot of fishnet and her heavy boots told Bucky she knew how to avoid getting her toes stepped on during concerts like these. She obviously felt at home at the venue and Bucky wondered if she was a frequent concert goer.

“Thanks,” he smiled back, laughing a bit. “I’m Bucky.”

Her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied him and for a moment the brunette felt somewhat awkward. Her eyes trailed from his face to the metal arm poking out from beneath the sleeve of his black t-shirt. She didn’t gawk at it as expected, just acknowledged its presence since she hadn’t noticed it before and lifted her gaze back up to his face. Bucky was thankful.

“Bucky Barnes? I knew you looked familiar. Big fan of your work,” she nodded, and he laughed quietly at her statement. Bucky glanced away when the music stopped, signalling a small break for the artist. Green smoke began to cover the stage like a sheet of radioactive fluorescent snow, the noise of chatter and laughter becoming louder. Buck noticed that a number of individuals were heading towards the bar where he was standing.

“A Manson concert would be the last place I thought I’d run into you.” She dabbed her nose with the tissue one more time, realising that it was no longer bleeding and releasing a contented breath at it.

“A Manson concert would be the last place I thought I’d find myself at less than two months ago,” he joked, his grin widening when Y/N laughed at his comment. “I’ve been exploring different rock and metal bands lately. We didn’t really have those in my day.”

The two moved up in the queue and Bucky was glad the younger girl followed him, continuing their conversation.

“Well, I can assure you there are plenty of them nowadays. I could introduce you to some really good, less known bands if you want. I’m here for different gigs every couple of weeks. My dad owns the place.”

Bucky smirked knowingly. “I had a feeling you came here often. You look like someone who knows their music.”

She shrugged her shoulders and Buck’s smile remained as the bartender approached them. He was a tall guy with dark hair and a white cloth draped over his shoulder. He nodded at Y/N, obviously knowing her well and asked Buck what he could get him.

“Actually,” Y/N cut in, flashing a bright grin. “I’d appreciate if you could get my friend here,” she placed a hand on Buck’s shoulder to prove her point, “and whoever he came with free drinks.”

The guy behind the bar chuckled at her typical antics. She had a habit of bringing friends to gigs and letting them drink for free. The bartender was familiar with all her friends but Bucky was a new guy. Despite this, he wasn’t going to protest.

“Friend, huh?” Bucky cocked a brow when the bartender left to pour them their drinks. Y/N ordered vodka and coke for herself while Bucky went for beer again.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” she pointed her index finger at him threateningly and both of them laughed.

“Anyway,” Y/N began after a moment of silence, and Buck could sense her change in demeanour. She bit her lip nervously and rocked on the balls of her feet. “My friend noticed it was you who elbowed me in the nose and she convinced me to come and talk to you.”

Bucky raised a brow, eyes narrowing. “Why?”

She chuckled, avoiding his gaze. “We thought you were cute and I kind of wanted to ask what you were doing after the concert. My whole group of friends are heading out for drinks and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?”

When Bucky hesitated, she tried to recover.

“I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want to. I totally understand. I thought maybe I could tell you about all those other bands I mentioned over a couple of drinks.”

She looked to the ground nervously as Bucky continued to stare at her as if she had grown another head. Was she asking him out? This was certainly unexpected.

“That sounds… interesting,” he nodded his head lightly, the corners of his lips curving upward. “I’m here with a friend, though. She’s gonna have to get home on her own.”

“She can come,” Y/N quickly piped up, smiling encouragingly. “The more the merrier.”

He laughed at her words, turning his head slowly when the bartender placed their drinks on the wooden bar. They reached out at the same time, grabbing their plastic cups and thanking the guy politely.

“I’ll find her and ask her about it,” Bucky announced, noticing that her grin was growing. “I’ll meet you outside after the concert?”

“I’ll be there,” she nodded solemnly, pressing her cup to her lips and slowly walking away to find her other friends.

It took Bucky another five minutes to locate Natasha among the crowd and by the time he reached her, the music break was almost over. She was indulged in a conversation with a guy with shoulder length blonde curls and glasses, laughing at something he said when she finally spotted Bucky approaching.

“Thanks Buck,” she smiled gratefully when he handed her the beer, then diverted her eyes back to her new friend. She introduced the two to each other and just as Bucky was about to ask Nat how she’d feel about going drinking after the gig, another person joined the conversation.

“So, you’ve found my shameless flirt of a cousin,” Y/N announced, smacking the blonde guy across the head. She introduced herself to Nat who shook her hand politely, then glanced at Bucky questioningly.

“And? Are you two gonna join us tonight or did this moron completely discourage you from it? I can assure you, the rest of the group isn’t as lame as this guy,” she told Natasha with a smile, forcing her cousin to roll his eyes at her.

“Join you where?” The redhead looked from Y/N to Bucky, waiting for one of them to elaborate.

“Y/N here invited us to join her and her friends for drinks after the gig. I elbowed her in the nose in the mosh pit,” Buck explained casually and when Nat looked at Y/N, the younger girl shrugged her shoulders.

“I should’ve punched him back instead of asking him out for drinks but I don’t think that would’ve worked out in my favour.”

Natasha’s lips curved up into a smirk and she sent Buck a knowing look. In response, the brunette looked at her questioningly. It seemed that something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint was going through Nat’s head and it made Bucky curious.

“I’m down for joining you guys,” Natasha nodded enthusiastically, and Y/N smiled brightly at both of them just before the music started again.

For the remainder of the concert Y/N and her cousin remained in close proximity of Nat and Bucky. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh at their passionate screaming of the lyrics at each other’s faces and when the concert ended, Bucky noticed that her face was red and her voice was lower from all the yelling.

Y/N led the way outside where the rest of the group waited for them; two guys and a girl, all of them in their mid twenties. Bucky and Natasha walked side by side as they approached the group.

“Steve is gonna be furious when he finds out you went out with a hot girl without telling him about it first,” Nat proclaimed, nudging him slightly with her elbow. “This whole thing is so spontaneous. I like it.”

They were introduced to the rest of the group and Bucky felt a little anxious when Nat abandoned him to walk with the curly haired guy from earlier on, but his worries melted away when Y/N appeared at his side.

“Turn that frown upside down,” she told him with a chuckle, studying his face until he did, in fact, smile.

“I’m the one who should be frowning,” she added. “My nose still tingles from the impact.”

Everyone seemed to be walking in pairs down the sidewalk and somehow Bucky and Y/N found themselves at the very back of the group. It was almost midnight and it was pretty darn cold, but thankfully the bar was only a few blocks away from the concert venue.

“For safety reasons I won’t be getting into mosh pits any time soon,” he laughed quietly. The group made a sharp turn to the left and suddenly they were entering a building Bucky had never noticed before despite walking down this very street on multiple occasions.

In contrast to the outside, the bar was warm and there was a bunch of people inside. Some were drinking at the bar, others munching on burgers in booths, a few standing around the mechanical bull in the centre of the room. The group quickly dispersed; Bucky noticed Nat heading towards one of the tables with her new friends, and the majority of the group made their way towards the bar.

“I think I’m in the mood for tequila,” Y/N said thoughtfully and Bucky nodded in agreement.

“Alright,” he answered. “How about you go get us a seat and I’ll grab us drinks?”

She didn’t say anything before nodding and walking off in the opposite direction. The queue at the bar was ten times smaller than the one at the venue and within moments Bucky was making his way towards where Y/N was already situated.

She chose a tall round table with giant stools on either side and a napkin holder perched in the middle of the circular surface. Bucky carefully placed the tray with six shots of tequila on the table and slowly took a seat.

The first shot made Bucky’s eyes screw shut and he thanked heavens for the sour lime which combated the bitterness of the drink. Y/N laughed at his expression, placing her own slice of lime in the now empty shot glass and blinking back tears at the sourness.

“Not a fan of tequila?” Y/N quirked a brow, pushing the first shot glass away and smiling in amusement.

Bucky shuddered. “I’ve never tried it before. It’s surely… interesting,” he announced with a nod.

“Not once? How did you know the salt came before the shot and the lime came after?”

Bucky’s cheeks reddened as he licked the remaining lime juice from his tingling lips. The alcohol made his insides warm and his tongue burn.

“I watched someone do a shot of it at the bar,” he admitted sheepishly and laughed at himself when the girl sitting opposite him expelled a quiet giggle. “I’m not much of a drinker. I mean, I like drinking, just don’t know much about it.”

“Neither do I. My knowledge of alcohol doesn’t go beyond vodka, tequila and rum,” she shrugged her shoulders. Bucky smiled at that and watched as she plucked a triangular folded napkin from the centre of the table. She placed it in front of her, smoothed it out and lifted her head.

“Oi,” she called out and immediately one of the guys they had arrived with was at her side. He was an artsy looking guy with blue hair and a brown leather messenger bag on his shoulder. He had a beer in his hand and seemed like the most quirky out of the whole group.

“Give me a pen,” Y/N told him with a grin and the guy didn’t say a word as he reached into his bag, pulled out an old, ragged, doodle covered notebook and found a black pen inside it. He handed it to Y/N, shook his head at her antics and walked off.

“He writes poetry. Really, it sounds as if he had swallowed a dictionary and started vomiting up words no one has ever heard of, but no one dares tell him they don’t understand it,” she chuckled, clicking the pen and taking a breath.

She looked to be deep in thought for a moment before finally pressing the pen to the napkin and beginning to write.

Bucky watched in awe as she scrunched up her face in concentration, her hair falling in front of her eyes as she wrote. He placed his elbow on the table, rested his head on his hand, and watched silently as she messily scribbled down song title after song title.

“I’m sure you’ve heard a few of these songs already but they’re my personal favourites and I couldn’t risk you going off and not knowing them,” she joked, cursing when the tip of the pen accidentally tore a bit  of the napkin, creating a small hole. As she continued to write, Bucky could see that the napkin was already covered in ink splotches.

Halfway through the creating process of the list, Y/N took a break and they downed their second shot of tequila, and soon after, the third. It wasn’t long before Y/N disappeared from the table and headed to the bar, getting them another round of drinks, this time coming back with blue cocktails with tiny umbrellas and a ton of ice.

“I told the bartender to surprise me,” she giggled, setting the bright drink in front of Bucky who studied it carefully before pushing the red straw past his lips and sucking. It was good, and by the time they were halfway through their first cocktails, Y/N was already calling the attention of the bartender and asking for four more of the same drink.

When the list was finally finished, covering the entire surface of the now unfolded napkin, Bucky’s head was buzzing and Y/N was telling him stories about her dog who Bucky was begging her to let him meet.

Buck liked the way in which the conversation seemed to flow between them; so easy and casual. They didn’t discuss any difficult topics that could make him feel uncomfortable, just funny stories and silly jokes. Bucky felt beyond relaxed and when the clock struck 2am, Y/N got up from her seat, took Bucky’s hand and began to pull him towards the mechanical bull.

At first he didn’t understand why she’d taken such an interest in it all of a sudden, but when they got close enough and he noticed Nat struggling to stay situated on the animal’s back, Bucky’s bark of laughter was enough for Nat to make eye contact with him, lose her stability and fall onto the padded flooring.

Her shoes were gone, her hair was a wild mess and her eyes glowed with intoxication.

Y/N’s cousin jumped over the railing and hurried to Nat’s side, helping her up and laughing when she did, too.

“Can’t believe she hadn’t punched him for being annoying yet,” Y/N proclaimed, shaking her head in amazement. Then she turned to Bucky.

“Ten bucks says you won’t be able to last a minute on the bull,” she challenged, a smirk on her face.

Bucky cocked a brow. “Ten bucks? Please,” he scoffed, drunkenly scanning the mechanical beast with its furious eyes and red saddle. It seemed that the inanimate bull itself was looking at Bucky with a challenging smirk.

“Let’s bring it up to ten bucks, meeting your dog and…” he paused for a moment, wondering briefly what else could he claim as his prize. His eyes scanned the room. “If I win you’ll also read me some of your friend’s terrible poetry.”

“And if I win?” She asked expectantly, grinning up at Bucky.

“How about ten bucks, pizza and…”

“…And you’ll come to another concert with me,” she finished for him and Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment, swaying lightly on his feet, then nodded in confirmation.

“Deal,” he agreed, holding his hand out for her to shake which she accepted.

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Bucky climbed over the railing, nodded to the guy controlling the bull and clumsily got onto it. He held on tightly, sweaty palms sliding on the smooth surface of the animal’s horns and he winked cheekily just as the bull began to move.

Y/N laughed and watched in disbelief as Bucky swayed back and forth, left and right along with the bull. His hair was falling in front of his eyes but he seemed confident enough, steady on its back despite his drunken state. That is, until he decided to show off and let go of the animal with one hand, lifting it up into the air. The bull threw him off with so much force Bucky landed on the floor with a loud thud, laughing as he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling which seemed to dance above his head.

Y/N walked around to where he was situated on the floor and climbed over the railing.

“57 seconds. You were almost there.” She held her hand out for Bucky to pull him up but when he took it, he tugged her down onto the floor instead. She fell next to him, laughing.

“Let me catch my breath,” Bucky announced, one hand on his stomach, the other still clutching hers. He stayed on the floor for less than ten seconds before they were ushered off the padded flooring by the guy in charge of the bull.

“If I drink anything else,” Bucky began, helping Y/N climb back over the railing, “I’m going to throw up.”

She nodded in understanding. “Just watching you get thrown around like that made me nauseous.”

“Well, it looks like you won so how about we get out of here and get pizza?” Bucky proposed, honestly kind of surprised with his confidence. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or maybe just the fact he felt so comfortable around her. Whatever the reason, he didn’t protest when she eagerly nodded her head, grabbed his hand and led him towards the exit.

On their way, Bucky made eye contact with Natasha who stood across the room and who shook her head in disbelief when she noticed him leaving.

Outside, it was even colder than before but the alcohol blurring Bucky’s thoughts made it harder to notice. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, the now empty streets lit up by flickering lights. They continued talking, Y/N playfully teasing him about his inability to stay up on the bull and him challenging her to try it herself the next time they’d visit the pub.

By the time they reached the restaurant they had become closer friends than Bucky thought possible.

Y/N was the one to pick the restaurant, a small 50s style diner with red and white striped seats and funky decorations. It was empty apart from another couple of young adults who sat at the back, probably as drunk as them.

They ate in silence, until Bucky dropped pepperoni on his jeans and Y/N laughed at his clumsiness, adding to the mess by throwing a french fry at his head, the golden snack getting tangled in his hair.

“Gross,” he commented, attempting to remove it and then tie his hair back to protect it from another french fry attack.

Y/N laughed, and Bucky did too, grabbing a spoon and stealing some of the younger girl’s ice cream which she hadn’t yet gotten around to eating.

“Rude,” she narrowed her eyes and it was his turn to laugh.

Seconds passed, then minutes and finally an hour. The moments spent together seemed shorter than they’d expect them to be, and with each bite of crispy pizza it was getting closer to the time they’d have to part their ways.

Bucky didn’t want to leave her and honestly, Y/N hated the idea of going home and probably never speaking again. After all, they were strangers who spent one drunken evening together and in the morning they would go back to being who they were before.

So when the owner of the diner announced they were closing up and Y/N and Bucky were faced with the fact they had no where else to visit that night, they left walking side by side and continued talking until they reached a taxi parking. There, they said their goodbyes and got into separate vehicles, Bucky driving off first with the napkin she had given him clutched in his hands.

He smiled contentedly as he scanned the titles in her messy writing, a few doodles of stars and smiley faces from when she was trying to think of more songs and had to take a break from writing.

He got home just before 4am and his smile remained as he quietly tiptoed through the halls of the avengers compound, closed his bedroom door and collapsed on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, clutching a pillow to his chest, still in his jeans and shoes and just smiled.

He smiled because he had made a friend with whom he could be comfortable, who didn’t pester him with questions and with whom he could indulge in his interests. Bucky’s grin didn’t falter when he picked up the napkin again, unfolded it, shook his head at her messy writing and continued to read the titles.

And there, at the very end of the list, among splotches of black ink, doodles and small holes in the paper was a phone number, followed by the simple words, “call me so we can figure out what concert to go to next”.

5

The whole world trying, to tame the spark
But we’ve got fire, burning bright, hidden
Catch the shimmer of showering stars
The sky gets dimmer, and your light shows

You are the vision I’m looking for (looking for)
Make me remember all I forgot
Watch me become just an animal
Naked to nothing more than who we are

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The article (there are pictures from the movie!)

In Disney movies, princesses have always met their prince charming.

But, in a change of convention, one character in the new Beauty and the Beast film is set to have the studio’s first ‘exclusively gay scene’.

In the film, starring Emma Watson, manservant LeFou will explore his sexuality after developing feelings for macho leading man Gaston.

In an interview with Attitude magazine, director Bill Condon said: ‘LeFou is somebody who on one day wants to be Gaston and on another day wants to kiss Gaston.

‘He’s confused about what he wants. It’s somebody who’s just realising that he has these feelings. It is a nice, exclusively gay moment in a Disney movie.’

Mr Condon said the character, played by Josh Gad, is part of a ‘watershed moment’ for Disney. He said: ‘The studio is sending out a message that this is normal and natural – and this is a message that will be heard in every country of the world, even countries where it’s still socially unacceptable or even illegal to be gay.’

Miss Watson is also making the leading role of Belle more feminist. Once a dreamy bookworm, Belle has been transformed into an inventor.

In the original 1991 animated film, LeFou sings a pub ditty to cheer up his friend Gaston, a ladies’ man intent on winning Belle’s affection.

The lyrics are: ‘No one’s quick as Gaston, no one’s neck’s as incredibly thick as Gaston’s.’

‘For there’s no man in town half as manly. Perfect, a pure paragon.’

In the live-action remake, the beast is played by Dan Stevens and brought to life with state-of-the-art CGI technology.

Fans have mused over the sexuality of some other Disney characters for years, including Ursula, the seawitch in The Little Mermaid, who some think was inspired by a drag queen.

Others have hoped for a romance between The Lion King’s Timon and Pumba.