hands up if you agree that being in a rut is the worst
feeling ever. it just sucks to be in a rut, wanting to do things but
just cannot get yourself to do them. but don’t you worry
friend; I got you.
step one : acceptance
first thing you got to do is accept that you’re
in rut. you’re in a rut but you want to change that, right? let’s begin!
step two : figure out why you are in that rut
here are some general reasons and solutions for you being in a rut :
1/ you have had a couple of rough days because of some issues say relationship and family issues -
solution :call up on a close friend and take a day off with him/her. you
might also want to talk it out with that person because talking helps; i promise.
2/ you are stressed about upcoming deadlines be it exams or assignments -
solution : study for the exam or work on that assignmentnow, yes now. after you’re done, take a day off to do your favorite thing,
whether it is shopping, or going out with friends, do it; you deserve it
3/ you’re burned out, stressed and/or tired -
solution : take few days off. you won’t be able to focus at all, and
taking rest will do wonders. you might also want to de-stress (by yours
truly) and do some self care (by @stuydies)
4/ you are dreading a event in the near future -
solution : yo fam, stop worrying now. you have no control on that event
whatsoever and it won’t help stressing about it. what will come, will
come and when it comes all i want you to do is embrace it.
step three : getting back to reality
now that you’re done resting, its time to get
back in track with your work and something you want to do when you’re in
a rut is to go baby steps.
here’s some things you can do to get into
that ‘get-shit-done’’ mood -
clean your room; vacuum it, dust those curtains and fluff up those pillows.
go for a long walk or a run to get your blood pumping
dance to some music with fast beats
write down the things you got to do
break all those above tasks into really really tiny tasks (say,
a - write down the topic, b - find the first point to write about and
then just say “she believed she could and so she did” and just dive right in, you got this!
step four : those laid back days
these are so essential, I swear. this is especially important when its
just been days with you getting out of a rut.
you can, for example, work
for one day and you take the next day off. after a few days of this,
you can change it a bit say, you work for two days then take the third
day off and so on. most importantly, don’t hurry yourself. go slow and
be patient, you’re going to do great things lovely.
and that’s it, it’s a wrap! if you’re in a rut - trust me,
you’ll get out of it soon enough. I hope this helped you in some way,
remember to stay wonderful love! :’) x
you have any questions regarding anything I said up there, feel free to
send in a message!
go check out my other masterposts here and you can always send in a request
is always open!!
You turned hurriedly at the smooth sound of a familiar voice, a quick pain appears in the muscles of your neck at the sudden movement but you payed no mind to it. Not when you noticed who exactly spoke your name;
“Oh my god- Baekhyun, it’s really you.” You smiled widely at your old friend, receiving an equally wide smile in return before you’re buried in the embrace of the holder of those pearly white teeth.
It had been so long, so long since you’d seen Baekhyun. Three or so years, and recalling it, the only message left for you: a note after your last time together, was an outstanding, bitter memory;
“Be back soon, hopefully. Will miss you.”
In the beginning, his absence was mostly hard for your shallow pleasure and burning desire, but as two years without him went by, something else started - something more genuine triggered a tightness in your chest at the sheer thought of him. Your sweet, oblivious, fuckbuddy. But now, having him before you again, so suddenly - your heart didn’t race as you had imagined it do.
He hummed as you let your own arms wiggle around his waist, your hands falling down against his lower back.
“I missed you Y/N.” He started, loosening his hold around you slowly before departing completely. “No one was as good as you were.”
You scoffed, startled, punching him lightly in the shoulder while your cheeks flushed at his sexual innuendo. “Stop, Baekhyun, you’re just here to get laid again?” You chuckled and Baekhyun shrugged, smirking.
“Depends.. You want to reignite the flame?”
Your cheeks lost their warmth and color as a feeling of neutrality, perhaps light excitement, filled your body. You smirked lightly, shrugging your shoulders with an easy said “Sure.”
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”.
Omg!! Thank you all so so much!! Wth!! Wasn’t it last week or something that I hit 500!! Heck, I appreciate it so much!! I feel I don’t deserve this but oml thank you!! You all are so kind and sweet,and mean so much to me!! Ilysm <333 I’m not sure if I should do something, but if you have any suggestions to help me out that would be cool lol. Once again thank you all so much and I hope you all have a wonderful day/night,and stay hydrated lovelys !!!
i love the whole album vibe. she sounds amazing and this is nothing like closer, which i bet people were anticipating. this is just a huge step up from badlands (which i love dearly, not sure if i like HFK more yet)
skipping the prologue b/c i have no real interest in it
100 letters: i think this is a strong opening song. surprised with the lyrics b/c i thought we were getting a love like romeo/juliet feeling. whatever. i love this song and it just starts off with proper halsey lyrics
eyes closed: i prefer the stripped version because it highlights her voice and gives the song a whole softer meaning/feeling. the original is also good, but i get the depth with the stripped version
heaven in hiding: this could easily be a single. this could also be an excellent opener for her concert. i feel like i should just go for a run (which i hate). pump up jam is a easy way it describe it
alone: wasn’t too into the music but the lyrics are heartbreaking. much like recent paramore and 21pilots it sounds like a fun song but it just makes me wanna give halsey a giant hug
now or never: this was such a smart song to release as a single and set up the album. i will continue having this on repeat
sorry: unexpected and beautiful. reference to her bipolar disorder? i wish she stripped her songs down more. she sounds perfect and the lyrics are just so real. again just wanna give her a hug. the bridge/post chorus is almost like a mantra to herself but then it ends with someone itsn’t me and that makes it even sadder
good mourning: i really didn’t expect that sort of interlude but weirdly liked it
lie: lyrics that shouldn’t surprise any hasley fan. kinda wish it was just her. possibly my least favorite on the album
walls could talk: def about lido and this is again just sounds awesome. the instant the song started i was hooked
bad at love: she teased this on snapchat and it haunted me for months. i LOVE this song. the whole sound, the lyrics. A JAM
don’t play: that music intro?!?! into in. drops that beat and says fuck. into it. rihanna vibe? hell yes and i am not complaining at all
strangers: adding lauren was genius. they sound great together. i really can’t put into words how much i love this collab
angel on fire: sounds like it could of belonged on badlands, which is not bad or mean it doesn’t fit. it just feels like a halsey song all around
devil in me: up there on the favorites list. i love the way she sounds during the verses. that shift in lyrics was interesting whether its addressing her personality as a whole, in pieces or her bipolar disorder all depends on how you interpret it. either way gonna go find halsey and give her a big hug
hopeless: definitely a cool take on production. i love the lyrics that just end the album. it just wraps everything up
Ok Earpers. That Season 2 trailer was RIDICULOUS and AMAZING and just jam-packed with good stuff. I dunno about you, but even after several (more than 18, less than 20) viewings, I still couldn’t catch everything. Sooooo I decided to grab screenshots and put them together for ya’ll! Feast your eyes, my friends, feast your eyes.
Some of this trailer includes stuff from Season 1 but this is definitely S2- looks like the same space we either see right away next or later in the trailer (v. cool lighting, spiderweb-y stuff on the walls?). Could be Wynonna holding the person (is that a holster on their hip?) or it could be a rescue and the person kneeling is on Team Earp. Also, is it me or does Waverly’s body language suggest she’s holding a gun? (I’m thinking big-ass shotgun. Anyone else?)
Scary (awesome) Wynonna: “We’re on the fury road express baby girl and there aren’t enough flaming guitars and gassy generals to bring us down.”
1. Their faces.
2. SO excited to see what they’re running from.
Anyone else pumped to see different pairings of our favs teaming up?
I think this is S2? I think I would remember that scarf. Either way, I’m always here for more dramatic shots of Wynonna wielding Peacemaker.
Ok suuuuuper blurry but that looks to be Wynonna hitting/striking Dolls. Also, same blue shirt from later when he’s beasting out…?
Season 1 shot.
Badass Earp sisters. (Also v. slimey. Creature goo?)
Wynonna twirling Peacemaker all casual-like. Revenant or just some poor sap she’s intimidating at the end of the hall?
Aw. Who’s she smiling at like this?
“Wynonna’s not a flowers and chocolate kinda girl.”
Wynonna mid-punch. See what I mean about the cool tones and spider-web stuff? Same location I think.
Agency Lady is back and as terrible as ever.
(sorry I’ve got that control bar in some of these pics. oops.)
Preeeetty sure that’s Dolls she just threw through a banister. Tons of property damage in this scene and I’m hoping it’s not the Homestead!
More Wynonna punching people. Dunno who this is.
Season 1 dance scene. #classic
As yet unidentified woman fighting with Wynonna in what appears to be a hotel room.
You didn’t like this lamp, right?
“You have amazing taste in underwear.” Love this. Emily Andras, giving us top-notch dialogue again.
Millions of particals and lights and whirlpools of dust and little balls of gas made up all that she was.
She had stars running through her veins, pumping their brightness into her.
She was starlight, in it’s finest form.
But starlight could fade.
It could start to flicker, disappear, cease to exist.
She could go away, be at her worst at times.
Red, glassy eyes and a stuffy nose, complete with his sweater suiting her shoulders, way too big on her bodice. Tissues clutched in her hand, puffy cheeks.
“Oh, sweet girl.” His loving hands stroked her cheeks, soft and sure. “You look…”
“Terrible. I know.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
“You never look terrible, pretty girl.”
He couldn’t tell if she was blushing, for her cheeks were already red from the burning hotness of being sick. But he could bet anything that she was. He’d noticed things about her, about his starlight; and her cheeks turned a ripe strawberry colour when he called her pet names, or when he complimented her on simple things.
“I’ve been sick for the past week, Parker”, she murmured, voice breaking, hands pushing her door closed slowly, “I really don’t wanna get you sick-”
He brushed past her gently, hand latching onto her own, lifting her gently, her warm cheek pressed against the soft material of his sky coloured sweater.
Peter set her down on her bed, pushing her back for her head to rest on her pillows. A cool hand pressed to her forehead, which made her lean into his touch.
His soothing voice made her eyes flutter shut, breathing steadying little by little. She sniffled, and he smiled sadly, kissing her cheek.
Starlight could darken.
It could falter.
She was starlight that couldn’t fade, something everlasting and present. Something forever.
“M'sorry I didn’t tell you”, she mumbled, half asleep. “I didn’t want you to worry. You already worry enough. A-And you worrying would make m-me worry, and everything right now is just too much, Peter.”
His eyebrows furrowed, hand that was stroking her forehead halting.
“I can’t deal with you being worried for me when I just…can’t.”
He sat down beside her, lifting the comforter covering her body and sliding underneath it with her. Silently, slowly, he pulled his starlight towards him, the warmth of him covering her entirely.
“I got you, sweetheart.” He was kind with his words, slow and steady confidence streaming through him as he talked to her. “I always got you, always.”
Starlight had interferences.
With stuff that starlight couldn’t control.
And starlight could be pulled away from other things.
His starlight was in need of saving.
“A-And I know that sometimes I can be a little much…just thought you needed a break…”
Could she not see it?
Could she not see that she was made up of galaxies?
Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU Pairing: Reader/Jimin Length: 2.4k Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into. A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update this series TT^TT I promise I’ll be focusing on this for the next few weeks!
Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.
Aye! The author is back! I was procrastinating and stalking RDJ and his gorgeous posts lolol; Anyways, I don’t really know how to introduce Spidey that well and sorry if he’s OOC I’m not really a big fan of Spiderman but found him as a great potential lover for the reader. Also hope you enjoy this story! AND ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE LOVING MY STORY, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM BECAUSE OF THAT! Ps. This chapter is more like a filler but I PROMISE THAT IT WOULD DO GREATER IN THE FUTURE AND ALSO MORE JEROMEYYYY SCENESSSSSSS!!!!!! Gotta love the joker ;)
You woke to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, filled with posters and blueprints around. Some old collectible stuff where there just sitting. You groggily sat up but were meet with a migraine, you scrunched your nose and stroked your forehead groaning.
“Where am I?” you asked yourself.
“I went to New York, Jerome called me and I destroyed my cellphone so they couldn’t track me. Then I stole some devices and then meet this spider dude who was powers or something…” just then with your re-calling you heard someone entered the room with a bucket, he was wearing a pizza shirt and a hoodie along with pants. You snatched the nearest thing that was beside you, a Gameboy and held it up high and moved your body into a fighting stance.
The boy apparently a teen looked shock and dropped the bucket as it collapsed onto the ground. Luckily the fall made it stand on a vertical formation not in horizontal. That would make it harder to clean. It spilled some water on the floor and now that you had a good look at it you found a cloth in it. He approached you as his facial aspect morphed and screamed hysteria, “N-no! That’s one of my collectibles.” He yanked the Gameboy and placed it gently on the counter.
“Damn… I spilled some water.” He said putting both of his hand behind his head and puffed some air. Stress overcoming him but he just sighed it away. He returned his attention to you, “Hey, umm. Miss? Are you okay now, do you feel light headed or anything?” his expression changed to a genuine worry as he looked at you placing a hand on your forehead.
“Uh, I’m fine? Who are you, why am I here? Do you see someone in spider costume, that bitch need to pay.” You slapped his hand away. He looked at you in a sassy way but when he opened his mouth to answer your questions you stood then looked at a trap door that was above. “Ooh, what’s this?”
“No, no! Don’t open that!”
As soon as you opened it a familiar spider suit fell down, your eyes widened and you looked at the brunette boy next to you that looked at you wide eyes too.
“That—eh ha-ha, well—“
Without letting him explain you started to kick him while he dodged it. It didn’t last long because the room was little. He proceeded to fire some web at you that made attached to the wall with an ‘”Oof!” You groaned in pain and glared at him.
He sighed, scratching the nape of his neck. “Please let me talk first, alright?” his index finger up in a telling manner. You spitted on him, which made him gape. “I did not expected that.” You mumbled incoherent words while struggling to get out of the sticky liquid. He proceeded to wipe the saliva stain on his face and clothes while he looked at it disgustingly and just removed his jacket.
“Alright listen to me ma’am.” He started, now pissed off.
“I am Peter Parker, alter ego Spiderman. The one you called, ahem ‘Bitch’. You are here because well, I don’t— Err it’s complicated to explain but I guess I felt bad and you know… Took you in I guess?” he explained, cringing because he found it cheesy.
“You have been here for a day because you managed to catch cold. Which is quite unusual since the last time I saw you running you look like you’re pumped up ma’am.” You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “Look, my intention is good. I just want to help, I even lied to the officer.”
“Wait, why did you lie exactly?”
“Well… I’m not sure if you want to hear this but I think it includes of a person named ‘Jerome’ that you kept screaming.” At the sentence of his, you now remembered. Your face full of embarrassment now as you stared down, you couldn’t believe yourself that you broke down in front of a spider, spitting, web, human, hybrid shit. “I know that you’re mentally ill, since it is quite obvious actually. I just want to help you.” He smiled “I know deep down that you want to be sane again.”
You stared at him, maintaining eye contact. “How do I know that I can trust you?”
He looked at you bewildered, “Funny that sentence came from a thief but—-Spiderman? Hero? The one who caught one of the mightiest hero’s shield? Does that ring any bell?”
“Yeah—- The thing is I’m not from here.”
“Oh God Dammit! “
Peter removed you out of the web and started to tell you the latest news here in New York. You won’t admit it but it seems like you two became close friends in such a small amount of time, which amazed both of you. You told him your life in Gotham since you noticed that he started to trust you by telling his story and how he became Spiderman. You told about the former group you were in, your best friend Barbara and Jerome. He started to comfort you when he noticed you were starting to choke up on your own words and sob between sentences. You both continued telling the adventures of both of your life, laughing and crying. You both cherished this moment, between two strangers. Both of you appreciated each other’s company.
“You know what, I can’t believe that you are actually giving your trust to a former killer.”
“I believe in second chances.” He smiled, you stared at him smirking and punching him playfully on the arm. “That sounds so cheesy, may I ask why?”
“Maybe some other time.” He chuckled. “Oh, and by the way. You seemed actually pretty normal right now, you know with the disorders and thing.”
You nodded, “Well… I’m taking medications. I’m actually curable, just like you said spider boy. The reason why I’m in Arkham is because I’m like a disciple of Jerome.”
“Well, at least you’re doing okay now.”
A loud bang of the door can be heard outside of Peter’s bedroom. They perked up as he heard a woman’s voice following by a male, both were chortling and conversing. “Stay right here,” he stood and stepped towards the door. “What if they’re thieves? I could help with that!” you hoisted your hand in a childish manner, which made him roll his eyes. “You’ll probably just kill them if that’s the case.” Speaking of a dark humor. You stuck out your tongue at him as he left. You have nothing to do so you looked at the surrounding, you haven’t noticed the smaller details before actually.
The wardrobe was full of jackets, long sleeves, and the unfashionable ones. Again wandering you saw portraits, one was Peter playing the other one is a picture of an old man and woman, the little Peter Parker on the middle beaming.
“This must be his Aunt… Who’s the old man though?” you tried to remember other individuals he told about you but couldn’t think of any persons that could resemble the old man in the story he told about his.
Just you were about to look more, you heard the door open and shut with a panting Peter. He looked at you in panic and started to push you towards the large closet, “Hey! What are you doing? —“
“No time to explain, I just need you to hide—“
“Peter, remind me if you’re a superhero or not. Why is a top notch hooligan inside your room?”
A man wearing an aviator sunglasses and in a suit entered, not amused. Peter laid his eyes upon the man in fear, “M-Mr. Stark, funny seeing you he-here.”
“We just meet ago Parker. Also your unusually attractive aunt doesn’t really know how to bake scones, have you told her about it?” he said, spewing some of the food into the trash bin while wiping his mouth. He then proceeded to approximate towards you, palms pressed together. You couldn’t help but feel a little daunted.
“ (Y/N) (L/N), parents deceased from an accident at nine years old. Has been transferred to an Orphanage called TKOG but after a few months escaped. JeanBautista, a former gymnast from Haly’s Circus has found you. That’s the place where you befriend your current partner Jerome Valeska; he introduced you to killing when you were at the age of fourteen. First kill was at the birthday party of Steven Stewart, you were detained in prison thirteen times and has escaped from jail thirteen times without the help of your partner. Caught by some citizens red handed and has been placed to Arkham Asylum at the age of sixteen, diagnosed with mild OCD, HPD and a syndrome called Hybristophilia. Escaped and is a member of MANIAX, former for all I know now. I didn’t knew you called quits and gone to New York, at least the current news informed me that. Also, I think you have been replaced by a cute insane chick named Harley.”
You winced at the words he said, the name Harley and the word partner. “Who are you?” you looked at him in bemusement, this guy just literally summarized your whole life. He stared at Peter; amusement could be read all over his face.
“This is the first time someone didn’t knew me. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, the one and only Tony Stark kiddo.”
Peter looked at you, “He’s one of the earth’s mightiest hero, Ironman.”