its late and im floating but u know what BOTHERS me every time i think back on it? when paul’s nasty ass came up with the “fake tits” nickname and by the time nat found out about it, that person on twitter flew a drone over the backyard with a naked blow up doll and nat legit thought america was making fun of her along with the guys bc the doll had black hair and visible breasts. like ppl on twitter thought nat was being self-absorbed but she literally found out the house has been talking about her body as an inside joke then a naked doll is seen in the sky. why wouldn’t she connect dots???
but yeah it fucken lights me up when i think about her thinking we were shaming/ridiculing her and it just gives me yet another reason to celebrate paul losing again
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
It’s a sunny day and the streets of your city are exactly as you love them: full of life. People chatting animatedly next to stands full of fruit from which their grangers boast, children running through the crowd and mothers behind them yelling to the kids to behave. Inhaling deeply you are pleasantly surprised by the sweet smell of your favorite buns fresh from the oven. Decided, that will be your next stop.
Just before you mislead the two guards James especially chose to follow you around all day, of course.
Looking at them from the corner of your eye you see how bored they are, one of them can’t stop yawning while the other seems to want to nail himself with something sharp just to feel something. You smile to yourself, that’s part of your plan. You’ve been wandering around the market for hours, looking around, buying here and there but not really doing anything interesting, just making the two poor soldiers dizzy and waiting for they to get their guard down, so you can “get lost” and visit Nat once for all.
I’ve been thinking about bliss (the fourth power puff girl) and honestly her hair is pissing me off. Firstly we had a great opportunity to showcase natural black hair. We could’ve seen her with afro puffs or corn rows or dreadlocks or bantu knots. Or beads in her braided hair. But secondly teal hair and a purple outfit is clashy from an artistic standpoint as well. It doesn’t look good and the hair doesn’t animate well at all. I have issues with her wide hips too and how “aged up” she looks for being a little girl. CN and the ppg reboot really screwed the pooch on this one
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”.
reasons molotov jukebox should be your new problematic faves
● their lead singer is natalia tena (y'know, tonks from harry potter and osha from game of thrones) and she plays the goddamn accordion
● bUT their semi-famous lead singer isn’t even the main selling point of the band
● really great music. like really great. in a wide range of styles and genres but always upbeat with lyrics that can be quite dark
● their albums are completely crowd-funded and you get rewards for whatever you contribute
● it also means that they have so much time for their fans and will speak to everyone who waits to see them after gigs and they’re v generous with hugs and compliments
● gigs are (in my opinion) underpriced so you can have a really great experience without bankrupting yourself
● they give out chocolates and pineapples at very gig for the best dancers/best dressed
● their aim is to “make you feel like you’re on holiday for an hour and a half”
● the entire band are feminists and give some of the proceeds from their albums to international women’s charities
● honestly this band is so underrated
For the character writing meme, could you do Liam? I've been trying to write some stuff but have had some problems getting in his head space :|
@shepurrd I understand this feeling! I find Liam pretty tricky to write as well – hopefully these tips help in some way because goodness knows the world needs more Liam content.
@keroseem I have, but! Always willing to spread around the Liam love. :>
1. Motivations: Liam, at his core, is an idealist: he had a perfectly loving family back home, a decent job, things were pretty good, but he wanted to be making a bigger impact, doing something that mattered. He has a vision for the universe which involves everyone getting along and working together to succeed and is so disgruntled at the way things were back home that he wanted a blank slate. He’s not a particularly patient person and believes that doing the right thing is more important than doing the thing correctly, which results in a lot of the conflicts that he experiences in the first half of the game. Definitely not a ‘rules and regulations’ type of man, but he at least means well. (Does he ever!)
And even though his views keep being challenged (e.g., they end up in Andromeda, people end up being the same anyway), he doesn’t ever give up his fundamental beliefs; he really is the kind of person who’ll hold onto his ideals until the very end. He does, however, promise to take less risks and communicate more after the culmination of his loyalty mission. In a way, in gaining Liam’s loyalty, the implication is that Liam trusts that the Pathfinder will listen to him and give him the resources to tackle the issues that he sees. Which makes one kind of wonder how much of that support Liam had (or didn’t have) in the past.
2. Character: Liam is often praised for being really in-touch with his emotions. It’s not often we see men in fiction (especially men of color) who are emotional as he is, and it’s really refreshing. A lot of the time, especially in this genre, men are often written as emotionally-stunted; they shove down their sadness, they’re ignorant to the feelings of their friends and acquaintances, they can only express anger. While this is pretty reflective of the way society raises boys to be, it’s just…really nice!! to see something different in Liam Kosta.
That being said, being in-tune with his emotions doesn’t mean he’s perfectly in control of everything ever. He doesn’t hide his sadness (the man is a crier!), doesn’t hide his rage (see: that scene in the prologue where he just keeps shooting at the dead kett), nor his happiness (just… look at his entire romance path). He feels his emotions intensely, recognises them, experiences them, and most importantly, is not ashamed of them.
3. Voice: The last time I’ve written a British character was in my Potterhead days, and Liam has a really… casual way of speaking that I personally find difficult to nail. I often find myself listening to clips from the game as I write him to try and get the cadence right, and imagine his voice saying the dialogue. Instead of vexing myself over my word choice, a lot of the time I will just write some dummy dialogue and go back over it and edit it to sound more ‘Liam-like’ once I’m done with a particular scene.
It definitely helps with immersion to use Britishisms when writing Liam, so keeping one’s self familiar with the common ones would come in handy! If you have a Londoner in your general circle of acquaintance I find they are often willing and ready to go into a two-hour spiel of things they miss and love about their home so you can use that as inspiration if you have access to such a resource. (This last part is a bit tongue-in-cheek, my main boss at work is a London man born-and-raised and has no idea how much his rants have been fuelling me lately…)
In conclusion, it turns out I actually had more to say than I anticipated, but if anyone wants to add on to this please do, because I welcome any and all insight into the way Liam Kosta’s brain works.
Hello lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day, I’m trying to sort my life out so that I’m not flat out broke once the expo comes along, so wish me luck! Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Love Divided” and I hope you enjoy. xoxo
Description:The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?
Hot tears silently streaked down your cheeks as you turned away from his room, letting your hand fall to your side. Could you ever forgive yourself? But, maybe the two of you would be together again when things got better. Well, you could only hope so.
You walked down the hall back to your room to change. In your luggage was a black hat, some sunglasses, and a maroon hoodie. You swapped your outfit out for a more civilian one and slipped out the hotel, keeping your head down to avoid the security guards around your car that knew your face too well. The building where the conference was being held wasn’t too far away, so you decided to avoid as much conversation as possible, you would just walk.
As you rounded the corner, the tall government building was in full view. There were journalists gathered at the entrance, trying to catch anybody for any information on the conference before they went inside. The road was blocked; the news vans were cluttering both sides of the streets with cameras set up everywhere. You slipped under the caution tape to weave your way through, making sure to keep yourself from being noticed. On the other side on the blocked off street section was a small cafe, and you decided that was where you would observe the signing from.
Following you from above was Redwing who was going to give you full visual and audio of the conference by hovering just outside the window. You pulled back the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a watch that gave you a live feed of what the drone was seeing. And frankly, the first person you saw was Peter.
“Mr. Stark, where’s F/N? Did she say she was coming? She did come on the trip with us..” Peter was beginning to ramble as he paced back in forth, wringing his hands together.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Peter.” Tony wasn’t going to lie to him, nor was he going to tell him the truth. It pained him to see you both being put in this situation, and he partly blamed himself for it. Nevertheless, he was to keep his promise to you and not say a thing about you not coming. “You should stop pacing. People are beginning to stare.” He shifted his eyes around the room, trying to take the topic off of you.
“Oh, sorry. When does this thing start?” Once he stopped, he in turn began tapping his foot frantically. He pushed back the sleeve of his suit to check the time. Just as Peter was about to ramble, Nat joined the conversation.
“Peter, what are you so jittery about?” She raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossed over her chest. In her heart, she knew why, but she also promised you to keep her mouth shut.
“I’m getting worried about, F/N. If she doesn’t come then…” He took a moment, realizing what was going to happen. He thought back to what he said to you all those weeks ago. “Then we’re through…” His eyes became wide with fear, and he forced his tears back.
Tony and Nat both looked grim, they didn’t want you two to fall out, but each of them knew the circumstances around the situation, and knew that you were making the best choice for yourself, even if it meant going against them. Even if it meant going against Peter. Before anybody could say anything else, the King of Wakanda took to the podium. All of them took their seats in the middle of the front row. And still, Peter was constantly turning his head to scan the room for you.
“Thank you all for coming…”
You watched Peter’s every move. It felt like someone was slowly ripping your heart out as you watched him pace in front of Tony, watching as your name inaudibly fell from his lips. By the pained looks on Nat and Tony’s faces, you knew it was about you. Your tears began to slowly blur your vision underneath your sunglasses. You took them off, wiping away your tears. People began glancing over at you, taking a double take as they passed.
“Shit.” You quickly regained your composure and fitted the glasses back onto your face. The waiter brought over a cup of coffee and you mindlessly prepared it to your liking, watching the conference intently with your earbuds in.
“Thank you all for coming, and thank you especially to some of the Avengers for attending. It’s truly a shame that not all of you attended.” The King of Wakanda shifted his eyes to the empty seat next to your sweetheart, and Peter diverted his eyes to the floor. “The Accords are a peacekeeping method to ensure that both the governments of the world and the Avengers can work in harmon-”
Your watch went black when you heard a resounding boom from across the street. You stood up from your table, gaping at the explosion. Someone had bombed the conference.
“Fuck.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making your way towards the building. It suddenly hit you. “Peter!” You screamed, making a run for the building entrance. You slipped past all the journalists, but just as you were about to grab the door handle, a guard stopped you.
“Excuse me ma’am, but you can’t go in there! It’s not safe!” He pushed you back away from the building. You threw off your hat and glasses, revealing your identity.
“Get out of my way.” You glared at him, and he stepped aside, ashamed that he did not recognize you. Your feet pounded up the stairs, jogging up to the 34th floor. You choked on air as you flung yourself from flight to flight. Some cabinet members were stumbling past you, covered in dust and blood.
“Peter! Nat! Tony!” You reached the room that was blown in half. You scanned the room for their bodies. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You took fistfuls of your hair, your eyes wide with fear.
“F/N…” Tony was leaning against the back wall, blood trickling down the side of his face. You rushed over to him, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “No, no.. don’t worry about me. I can get myself down.” His breaths were extremely labored, each one a struggle with all the dust in the air. “Get Peter.. he needs you more.” You nodded, helping him the rest of the way up, trying to find where Peter’s seat would have been.
“Peter!” Your voice echoed through the hollow room, the sounds of sirens getting closer. You got no reply. “Holy fuck…” On the floor just at the edge of the crumbling building was Peter. His body was limp and bent in an unnatural position. It seemed like the world suddenly was moving in slow motion as you ran down to him, pulling his body away from the edge. “Peter, oh God.” Hot tears began to sting your eyes. “Please, no.” You cradled his head against your chest, sobbing. His face was cut up and bleeding, a spot of red soaking through his suit. “Don’t die on me. You can’t do this.” You threw your head back to the sky, screaming.
“Mmm…” Peter groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. He was still alive. He was breathing. Peter was still mostly unconscious, but he was still here. You lifted him up and tossed him across your shoulders, making the 34 flight trek back down to the ambulances.
“Come on, Peter. Hang in there.” You seethed through your teeth, your muscles beginning to burn. Paramedics were making their way up the stairs and when they saw you carrying someone, they quickly rolled a gurney to the bottom of the stairs for you to put him on. They hooked him up to tons of machines and fluids as they placed him in the ambulance.
“Ma’am, are you coming?” The paramedic was leaning out the door, raising his eyebrows at you. You debated whether that was a good idea or not, knowing that when he woke up, that he wouldn’t be too happy. But you nodded anyways and got into the ambulance. As the building became a small tower stack in the distance, you turned your attention to Peter, taking his hand. You brought it up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss against it.
The paramedics were putting pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There was something wet on your shoulder and you realized that it was his blood. His hands started becoming colder, and his heart rate began to drop.
“No, no, no, no.” The tears were blurring your vision again. “Don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hands.
Just when you thought things might have been alright, they took a turn for the worst. The paramedic’s next words seemed to stop your heart just the same.
“He’s flat lining…”
I hope you enjoyed it! I’m going to write and post the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” when I get home, so get ready! I love you all, you’re amazing. Have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo
Anyways this probably won’t be my last time saying this but; it makes me unbelievably angry that becky sucrose continues to perpetuate this idea that the diamonds and specifically Pink diamond can be redeemed.
From what the narrative is showing us the diamonds are nothing but fascist empiricilist slave and human zoo owning dictators. And in pink diamond’s case she was going to tear apart the earth for one geo weapon. They are not deserving of sympathy let alone redemption. I believe that pink diamond was cordial with the gems who served her and especially close to those in her innermost court. But do not for one second believe that pink diamond was nice.
bucky tweeting things like this and steve getting all jealous bc he can’t see that they’re about him:
*no offense but i wanna kiss your neck
*ideal date: stargazing, forehead kisses & justice
*how to break someone: love them & say nothing
* [vague tweets in russian, about unrequited love]
*i’m sorry, i love you. i’m sorry i never told you
* [self depreciating memes about being single]
*should’ve kissed you that night
*your lips on my skin, my name on your lips
* @notyournat re: date tell your friend i’m busy
*all those things i didn’t say, god i wish we could go back
*date idea: hold my hand at the aviation museum
*wanna show the world you’re mine but you don’t know it yet
*need your hands on my hips, your fingers in my hair
*this could be our song, we could be something
*how to unlove someone: you can’t
*RT if you’re still not over him
*RT if you support lgbt+ in the military
*i’m yours i’m yours i’m yours
* @wingslikefalcons @buckysbarnes man idc about your love life, tell steve
* @itsstarkbaby @buckysbarnes susan, 6:30, short blonde/your type, don’t be late
* @itsstarkbaby re: can’t, training with steve
* @thatsrogerstoyou @buckysbarnes nat told me, jerk. always loved you. date @730 don’t be late