[ hey, i brought you this soulmate ]

[thefreakout]

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

Comments

[starkingenuity]

“Now. But if you say it’s Basketcase, we can’t continue.” Tony doesn’t really have a lot against Green Day but he has to keep up the running jokes in his head. He’s still fishing around for that connection after all, especially now that he’s seen a flash of teeth behind a smile. Bucky’s is really lovely, once he flips his hair out of the way.

He’s always liked longer hair on both men and women. It’s something more to touch. He’s a glorified mechanic, and his hands are his business. The rest is just gravy.

“You’re the only version of you I know,” he points out. That makes him so very different from Steve. Neither of them are fighting against childhood memories here.

[freightcars]

You keep on crackin' those Green Day jokes, pal, he's heard of them but he couldn't tell you a single thing they play. Just something mentioned in passing one time, the name of that band, but the thing is...

He's already goddamn sad all the time. The last thing he wants to listen to is music that makes him more sad, or angry, or anything like that. He's from a time when people used to love swing, and they only loved it because it was the best thing you could dance to at the time.

These days, if you're looking for cardio the options are a hell of a lot better.

So there's another long pause, and he clears his throat in that way only people ashamed of themselves can be, and then finally admits to the ceiling of the car, "Anaconda."

Queen Nicki. Doesn't know half of what in the hell she's talking about, but she sounds strong as hell while she does it.

Don't you go putting him in a box, Stark.

[starkingenuity]

As ashamed as Bucky is, Tony just looks incredulous. His mouth is slightly agape and his eyes are wide as he stares at his soulmate. Tonight has been the world’s most insane rollercoaster and yet Tony doesn’t want to give up his spot on it for anything.

The lyrics of the song flash through his mind and he tilts his head to the side as Bucky avoids eye contact. The beat is good. The rap is clever. The samples he can do without and the drug and sex messaging is about as in your face rock and roll that there can be.

But that doesn’t keep him from laughing.

It’s a good, deep belly laugh, the kind that people like him never do because he’s the funniest guy in the room and it’s tacky to laugh at yourself like that.

He might start crying again. This is just beautiful.

“Go to a lot of clubs in Romania?”

[freightcars]

It's the god damn laughter that gets him, cracking up his composure and tugging at his lips into a sort of sideways, reluctant grin. It's a good sound - Jesus, might actually be the best sound, and rewinding their reactions clean through to the first meeting, he thinks this might be the first time he's heard Tony actually laugh.

"I like girl rap," He says, some note of defensiveness in his tone, crossing his arms over his chest. "If they sound like they could snap your neck with their thighs, it's pretty much guaranteed."

He's not gonna dignify that clubbing question with a response - like hell they'd let his homeless, shaggy ass into a club, even if he had the money to pay a cover.

Admittedly, though, his musical taste is spotty as hell. He knows chart-topping hits from the last year or so, he knows things people consider classic enough to replay on oldies stations, he knows bits and pieces of stuff that cropped up while he was the Soldier and he somehow stored away the sound of it only to rediscover it recently. He likes weird Europop and the most random stuff they play in the different countries he's passed through while on the run.

But yeah, he god damn loves Nicki Minaj.

Time to deflect, get the spotlight back off of him, "Okay, yeah, yeah, shut up. What's yours?"

[starkingenuity]

“Oh no. I want to hear more of James Barnes’ Infinite Playlist,” Tony says, shifting again to sit beside Bucky. They don’t touch. Tony doesn’t want to touch his soulmate again for a little while, but he still craves the closeness. “Do you have Rhianna on there? Missy Elliot or was she before your time?”

Bucky does look younger than he does by at least fifteen years. It doesn’t matter that he was born just after the turn of last century. He has a baby face when he smiles and despite the metal arm and the penchant for frowning, he still looks so young.

For a moment, Tony had to bite down the urge to tuck Bucky’s hair out of his face. He doesn’t. He won’t. No touching, he reminds himself and is already mad at his own rules.

“Okay, okay, if I tell you my favorite song we have to swing back to all of your favorite songs. Back tin Black.”

[freightcars]

Back in Black he thinks he knows - he's pretty sure, because it's that rock song they play on a whole lot of movies and on the classic rock radio he scans through sometimes. It's interesting, a little insightful as to Tony's personality really, and it has him tilting his head a little to study the guy anew.

But of course, they're still talking about his admittedly unusual taste. With a sigh, he reaches his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. Taps the Spotify app, and hands over his liked from radio list.

It's all over the god damn place.

It's girl rap and big band and euro trap and german pop, but it's mostly girl rap. And yes, to answer both questions - there is both Rihanna and Missy Elliot. Strangely enough in his weird rabbit hole of female rap, there's even a blast from the past in the form of Salt-N-Pepa, though he's got no idea that it's considered old. None of it seems dated to him.

[starkingenuity]

I love this, is all Tony can think as he thumbs through the playlist, eyes scanning the artist names and songs in samples. He can hear bits of the songs as he goes and while he doesn’t know all of them, he has to say he approves of the majority.

He himself is not a one hit wonder sort of guy. He’s not a metal head by any means, but before he had built the tech he uses to help him fabricate more tech, most of his projects were loud and required equally loud and thumping music to overcome the sounds of industrial construction.

For the R&D portion of his work, he’d say he’s more of a smooth jazz sort of guy.

Both eyebrows are raised as he hands the phone back to Bucky, actually deciding not to go snooping in Wakandan technology. He wants to, but what Bucky had said the first time they’d met about trust makes Tony want to try to meet him in the middle.

Even if the phone may be tapped and spying on them out of Rogers’ need to protect his friend.

Hopefully that failed bond hadn’t completely translated over.

“Can you Charleston to Nicki Minaj?” Inquiring minds need to know.