just started writing a Clint/Bucky diner fic and also am deeply missing fannish group hangouts and this feels like the kind of thing I would have thrown out there at a con room party for drunken group brainstorming in the beforetimes, so—tumblr room party, anyone? toss some diner ideas in the pot, crowdsource some shenanigans? here’s the beginning:
Clint will never admit to anyone, ever, that there was a 20-minute gap between the moment he thought huh, the guy pouring my coffee has a metal arm like the Winter Soldier and the moment he thought wait… ohhh. In his defense (which is unnecessary, because defending himself would require admitting it) he did successfully connect the dots as soon as the caffeine kicked in.
bucky as a short order cook just like using his hand to grab shit out of the fryer lol
clint shows up at 2am and orders enough for like 4 people from all over the menu. pancakes and spaghetti and an egg salad sandwich
anyone else wanna hop in the sandbox? tbh I have no idea if this kind of thing ever gets any traction in this fandom, and 11:45 PST on a Saturday night probably isn’t the ideal time to find out, but fuck it! let’s give it a shot!
Yesssss.
Bucky assumes Clint is high af, naturally.
This is potentially a Waffle House-esque diner where shit gets rowdy after midnight? Hooligans arrive. Hooligans are dispatched with quickness.
There should always be more fic involving the two of them rescuing animals from dumpsters, so… some of that, maybe?
Clint keeps making up secret menu items. Putting random words in his order: hash browns smothered, covered, and bounced — double-double burger, arrow style. Bucky has no idea what he’s talking about, makes something new every time.
It is even later than that where I am, this might be incoherent, who knows. @noxnthea you would appreciate this game.
why yes I DO appreciate this game!
I can’t help but think about the diner’s regulars, and how Bucky has developed some truly a+ relationships with them. like the crotchety old man who Bucky commiserates with about how all these youngins can’t appreciate plain black coffee anymore. always off with their dang Starbulls and Dippin Donuts.
Not sure if this is a Clint-is-an-Avenger AU or not, but regardless: Nat or Steve at some point indicate they want to come with him and Clint performs some truly incredible linguistic gymnastics to prevent that
sticky menus. STICKY MENUS. the opportunities for innuendos abound
hell why not make the floors sticky too
this is the kind of diner where there are rotating pies/cakes/etc in little glass stands on the counter. Bucky helps bake them and/or delights in getting Clint to try a new one each time and/or is caught off guard by the frankly embarrassing noises Clint makes whenever he tries a new flavor
looking forward to how this develops! I saw @mightymightygnomepriest had some great additions, and can’t wait to see @bittercape ’s adds, and any of the other folks who see this!
There are sometimes homeless kids or people that come into the diner, and Bucky always doesn’t let them pay, and Clint will always buy six extra things and just tell Bucky to hand them out to whoever needs them
I like to think that this diner becomes neutral ground, where hooligans/villains can come inside, but only if they promise not to cause problems. and if they do, they will be dispatched with extreme prejudice
Bucky and Clint have an ongoing waffles v. pancakes war where bucky makes delicious pancakes with all sorts of things in them but clint stubbornly sticks to waffles and its revealed at 2am one night that his mom used to make them for him and then bucky starts making him waffles
Clint checking several times that the endless refill policy is accurately named
Clint drinking so much coffee the staff start to reconsider their endless refill policy
Bucky having to pause work to watch this guy all his colleagues are talking about, who’s eating the insane order and drinking enough coffee it’s potentially medically notable
when he’s done with it all, Clint asking if there’s any pie left
Bucky ends up driving Clint home after his shift because no one with that much caffeine in his veins should operate machinery
Clint starts ordering increasingly bizarre combinations of food just to get a reaction.
Also, Bucky in a paper chef hat thing.
I said:
Steve and Sam are out searching for Bucky all over the globe and he’s right here in Bed-Stuy with his metal arm in full view
adding on to @there-must-be-a-lock’s idea about the hooligans: someone tries to make some real bad trouble in the diner (tracksuit bros maybe?) and Bucky shoots them all the way from the kitchen while still prepping food with his other hand
someone (one of the other staff members) tells Clint dogs are only allowed in handbags (like certain subway/tube rules) and Clint is like oh okay! and dumps everything out of a giant bag (hate to say it, but a body bag?) and hauls Lucky in with him in that
Clint has at least one disaster per visit - knocking boiling hot coffee over while gesturing too enthusiastically, tripping over his shoe laces/dog lead, walking into the door because he did the notice it was shut… and Bucky keeps adding more to the diner first aid kit to keep up with Clint’s first aid needs
I can’t help but think f how the Waffle House is the last place to close in a hurricane, so this diner would stay open during alien attacks, inter dimensional incursions, hydra resurgences, the occasional time dilation….I mean, sure, the world may be collapsing, but people NEED COFFEE.
Calvin’s parents decide to take a Hawai'ian vacation. They’re not sure how much of it their son will tolerate but they would like to do at least a few things that involve sandy beaches and scenic cycling routes. They are therefore pleased when Calvin seems to make friends with a local girl about his own age and the two of them run off to play
Now, from Calvin’s point of view what has happened is that he spotted actual aliens, and starts trying to bring this to the attention if the adults. But the tourists are like, “that’s nice, go shoot ‘em with your water gun, have a good time,” and the locals are like, “yeah, they’re an older couple who decided to retire here. Happens all the time.” Eventually, it becomes clear that Spaceman Spiff is going to have to handle it himself.
From Lilo’s point of view, Jumba and Pleakley are her gay uncles, do you mind? Calvin does mind, and so the two of them spend the rest of the afternoon terrorizing Kaua'i in the effort to destroy one another while the aliens alternate between bailing them out of trouble and attempting to escape.
Hobbes and Stitch, meanwhile, are calmly playing checkers and drinking non-alcoholic margaritas.
OP I’m sorry but the last sentence painted SUCH a vivid picture in my mind I had to draw it immediately.
I love how Stitch looks more like a stuffed animal then Hobbes does.
real question to all of my fellow book reading people. how do you guys mark your place? do you use a bookmark, dog ear, memorize the page #, or a secret other thing???? 📚
bookmark, but “bookmark” can consist of anything from a kleenex to the edge of a placemat to an entire second book
In fairy tales and fantasy, two types of people go in towers: princesses and wizards.
Princesses are placed there against their will or with the intention of ‘keeping them safe.’
This is very different from wizards, who seek out towers to hone their sorcery in solitude.
I would like a story where a princess is placed in an abandoned tower that used to belong to a wizard, and so she spends long years learning the craft of wizardry from the scraps left behind and becomes the most powerful magic wielder the world has seen in centuries, busts out of the tower and wreaks glorious, bloody vengeance on the fools that imprisoned her.
That would be my kind of story.
When
Princess Talia was fourteen, her eldest sister was placed in a tower.
Princess
Adina was eighteen by then, and so of a marriageable age. She had grown quite
beautiful, though she was more willful than winsome, and she did not care for
the notion of the tower very much at all. Their mother did her best to persuade
her on the subject. After all, the queen herself had been eighteen when her own
parents had sent her to live in that very same tower, to be safely tucked away
until her husband could be chosen, and then ride out to claim her. A tradition
going back ages and ages.
“Find the story, Granny Weatherwax always said. She believed that the world was full of story shapes. If you let them, they controlled you. But if you studied them, if you found out about them … you could use them, you could change them …”
