#leave them alone they’re so tiredddd

[wardenamelll]

finished absolution and i liked it so much, but the ending got me absolutely in my feelings thinking about my bird hero so my current mood is just like:

[hopesbarnes]

10 Things I hate about you (7)

Summary: Inspired by the movie of the same title. Some lines will be direct quotes from the movie. Story follows movie’s plot.

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, party scene

A/N: Next chapter will be back to social media format!

By the time Y/N arrives at the party, it’s in full swing. Drunk girls hanging off guys, music playing, and people dancing. It’s the stereotypical high school party. She can’t help but be in shock that she’s actually in a cliche like this. Her sister better be really grateful. 

Brock is here, and sadly her sister likes the douchebag. But Nat doesn’t know the past between Y/N and Brock, despite being sisters they’re not close enough to talk about their lives. It was mostly just bickering and snippy remarks. 

“You look, good baby,” Y/N hears the asshole say and turns around.

“The fuck you want Brock?” She turns to leave.

“Don’t go babydoll.” 

“Gross, leave me alone.”

“Where’s your hot sister, Y/N?”

“Leave her alone too.”

“Bet that’s not what she wants,” he says with a disgusting smirk. She walks away not wanting to be apart of this conversation any longer than you have to. She goes to get a soda and returns to the room to see Nat snuggled up against Brock.

“Guess someone wanted to see me.” He says and turns to walk away.

“Wait, Nat. Can I talk with you?” Nat looks pissed but steps away from Brock to talk to her sister. 

“What do you want?” Nat snaps.

“There’s something you should know about Brock,” Y/N warns.

“Unless it’s how cute he is, leave me alone.” With that Natasha walks back to Brock and they leave the room. Y/N is annoyed, and slightly concerned for her sister and grabs a shot from the kitchen and downs it before processing what she’s really doing. She manages to down two more before a strong arm grabs her wrist.

“What the fuck Y/N, since when do you drink?” Bucky asks.

“Since I’m at a party I don’t want to be at, and my sister is hanging out with the worst guy ever. Leave me alone Bucky, I don’t know you.” She pushes away and leaves Bucky perplexed. Why did he suddenly care what the hell a girl is doing? 

On the other side of the house is Steve walking over to where he sees Nat and Wanda. 

“Hey Natasha,” Steve says shyly rubbing his neck.

“Hi, Steve. Have you met Wanda?” 

“Uh- no. Hey,” he says awkwardly. 

“We have science together right?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, yeah.” It’s silent stiffly for a moment.

“You uh- look good,” Steve says to Natasha and she blushes slightly. 

“Course she looks good, she always does,” Brock says entering the room and both girls giggle at the guy. “C’mon girls let’s go see what’s up around the house.”

“Bye Steve,” Nat says before leaving with Brock. Steve is a little bummed, Nat still prefers that douchebag over him. 

Natasha has been listening to Brock drawl on for 20 minutes about himself. She realizes this is one of the first times they’ve actually had a full conversation, and it’s boring. All she can think of is Steve’s goofy behavior, and wonders if he’s more interesting than this self-conceited guy. Brock is so engrossed in himself, she’s able to slip away without him noticing she’s gone. She finds Wanda.

“This party sucks,” she tells the other redhead. 

Bucky looks around for Y/N. He shouldn’t have let her run off earlier if she really doesn’t drink then it’s not safe for her to be drinking in a house party. When he finds her, it’s because she’s standing on a table, drunk, dancing.

“Finally, she acts like a real fucking girl!” Brock exclaims and eyes the girl dancing. Bucky rushes to get her down only to end up catching her as she missteps. He’s not quick enough to help her from hitting her head against the wall though.

“I think you need some air,” he declares.

“You caught me!” She giggles. He never thought he’d hear this girl giggle. She must have a concussion. 

“Okay, drunky! Let’s go outside.” He laughs.

“Mmkay. Can I sleep though, I’m tiredddd!” Y/N whines.

“No doll, can’t sleep if you might have a concussion,” Bucky states.

“Well, that’s not fair!” Bucky laughs at this. They find a seat on a bench outside and Steve comes over.

“Can we talk?” Steve asks.

“Kinda dealing with something,” Bucky says motioning to the drunk maybe concussed girl who can’t seem to sit up by herself. 

“It’s off. There’s no point in doing all this! She wants that asshole Brock, not some dumb guy like me. Why did I think she would ever go for someone like me. She’s the most popular girl here!” Steve rambles.

“Hey. No. Do you like her?”

“... Yes,” Steve admits.

“Then this is worth it. Brock is a fucking jerk, and she’s gonna see that. When she does, she’ll realize how great you are. Have some fucking confidence. Okay? Now I gotta deal with her so,” Bucky tells him and picks up Y/N to help her get to the car.

“God, you’re so condescending. Think you’re such tough shit.” Y/N babbles as they walk.

“Only you would use big words while hammered. Kinda endearing.” Bucky points out. 

“I hate you. Why are you even driving me home?” 

“Gotta make sure you’re okay.”

“But whyyyy?” she whines.

“Who would I bicker with without you?”

“Probably nobody. Don’t know who’d pay you the time of day.”

“See! Such sweetness. Wouldn’t wanna throw that away,” Bucky laughs. You smile back, too far gone to worry about the mask you usually have on.

“So why did Brock get to you? Bucky asks in a more serious tone.

“I shouldn’t, right!” you say standing up and slightly swaying before getting your footing. “Break me once, shame on you! Wait- that’s not the saying.” she giggles and Bucky just stares confused. 

“What’s that mean?” he asks but she’s too drunk to even notice.

“You have such pretty hair,” she gushes and tugs his strands. “Bucky with the good hair!” Y/N giggles before getting nauseous and completely losing her entire stomach contents on his Doc Martens. 

“Time to get you home!” he declares grossed out. 

Nat is left alone at the party, Wanda’s brother took her home and she was too pissed at her sister to even locate her. She went looking for Brock, hoping he would give her a ride. When she found him, though he was surrounded by his asshole friends.

“Hey Natty! We’re going to Killians to finish this party, you coming?” she sighed. This night had shone her how boring Brock was, and the last thing she wanted was to spend another couple hours with him. Plus she had to be back before curfew or her father would kill her.

“I got curfew! So sad,” she said sarcastically. She would have to call her dad for a ride home, and that sucked.

“Your loss, babydoll,” Brock said and the words left her feeling gross.

Steve was just leaving when he saw Natasha standing alone.

“Have fun?” He asked.

“Loads,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Need a ride, babydoll?” he said laughing at the nickname.

“Gross, don’t even repeat it! But yes please.” 

Bucky and Y/N are in the car on the way home. She’s still partially drunk, enough where she can speak what’s on her mind without worrying what everyone else says.

“I wish I could be this,” she ponders picking up a book on the floor of his car.

“An author?” he asks.

“No, a book,” she laughs sarcastically. “Yeah be an author. Bet dad would love that,” she grumbles.

“Didn’t take you as the kind to care what your daddy says,” Bucky points out.

“You hang out with me like once and think you know me,” Y/N grumbles. “Males are annoying,” she mutters.

“I’m trying to get to know you. You’re making it incredibly hard though!”

“All anyone knows about me is that I’m shrill,” she sighs solemnly.

“What a pair we are,” he says in a similar tone. The two of them share eye contact and Bucky feels something. It’s more than what he should for this being just a service he’s paid for.

“So your dad? What’s the deal?” he asks.

“Wants me to be what I’m not.”

“Like what?”

“Like Natasha,” she shrugs. They pull into her driveway and remain seated.

“So like, I get that everyone is in love with her. But I don’t get it, she’s just a girl. Not sure the obsession,” Bucky adds. Y/N looks at him again. Everybody always prefers her sister. Why have the complex bitch when you can have the cute girl next door? It’s the first time anyone has liked her more than her sister, and it leaves her stomach in knots. 

“Everybodys got you all wrong,” she decides. In a moment she’ll blame the amount of alcohol in her head, she leans in wanting to kiss Bucky. But Bucky pulls away and taps his hands against the wheel.

“I should get home,” he says. Y/N gets up and slams the car door angerly. The first guy she’s let herself like in years doesn’t want to kiss her. What the hell is wrong with her? She doesn’t even bother to look back as Bucky pulls out of the driveway.

Slightly later on Steve and Natasha pull in to the driveway too. Steve breaks the silence.

“You never really wanted to date me, did you?” 

“I did!” she squeaks out. It’s obvious she’s lying.

“No, you didn’t,” he sighs.

“No, I didn’t,” she repeats. 

“You could’ve just told me that. God, have you always been this self-centered?”

“Yes,” she mumbles in such a low volume he barely catches it.

“Just because you’re hot, and have that amazing hair doesn’t mean you can just stomp all over people. I mean, I do have feelings. I like you, like a lot. And this whole time you were just messing with me. It’s unfair. You shou-” Steve rambles but is cut off. Nat meets his lips in a kiss. It’s the most innocent thing, and lasts all of 5 seconds but he doesn’t care. The two part dumbstruck and she smiles before leaving the car, practically skipping back to her house. 

“I can definitely do that all day,” Steve smiles to himself shamelessly.