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[androidtwin]

In lieu of that minute in 10x 22 we don't talk about of Hawaii Five 0 and my love for all things McDanno...

Danny and Steve are have a seemingly trivial conversation when Danny just goes,

Danny: Did I ever tell you the story of how I got kicked out of the Boy Scouts?

Steve: You were a Boy Scout?? How did I not know about this?!

Danny: You're such a control freak, Steven. I swear to God. And yes, I was a Boy Scout, briefly.

Steve: On with the story, Daniel.

So Danny goes on to tell Story of how he didn't know at the time that becoming the boyfriend of a fellow Scout was a big no-no and how they got caught kissing and their parents got called and they were "politely" uninvited from any and all Boy Scout activities in the future.

Danny: Ma was livid. Apparently so was Ricky's parents. But they are New Yorkers, they're always mad.

Steve: You're bisexual?!?!

Danny: Seriously? That's all you got from the story, Steven?

Steve: Oh no, I got plenty from that story like how the Williams' rage is a genetically acquired trait but back to my question, Danno.

Danny: Christ! Yes, Steve, if the fact of childhood boyfriend escaped your notion. I am in fact a mythically acclaimed bisexual.

Steve: Uh.

Danny: Uh? That's all you gotta say? Uh?

Steve: Well this is information that I would have liked to have many years ago. But it's never too late I guess.

Danny: What are you on about now, you weirdo?

Take note that Steve might be across the globe and maybe planning on going home to finally, finally to ask Danny on a date or propose because at this point dating just seems like going back and he is tired of backtracking.

And maybe, he buys a ring, perhaps he stops in Jersey and possibly goes to Grace and quite certain he makes it home and blows Ricky Bonaducci's ribs out of the water with a romantic dinner overlooking the horizon as he finally gets the peace he'd been looking for.

Danny's kisses feel like everything he didn't know he'd been needing all this time.

#mcdanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #hawaii 5 0 #h50 #h50fixit #antwin writes #remember when i used to write fanfic? good times #post finale

[beeblebouse]

time for the au literally no one asked for: my guide dog au!

(i literally don’t know when or where i came up with this, but it exists, and i wrote 3 pages on it, so buckle up, it’s gonna be a long post)

lydia’s trip to the underworld didn’t come without a price. while charles wasn’t affected for more than a week or so following, lydia wasn’t so lucky. whereas charles only felt a general weakness in the week following their escapade, lydia’s persists.

the reason this is is because lydia is a child and medium, meaning that she was both very lucky and unlucky. the reason charles could remain in the netherworld for a brief period of time without too big of a drawback was because he was an adult, and as such, his soul is firmly tethered to his body. lydia is a different story, as an average human soul isn’t properly tethered to the body until about age 21.

however, lydia is a medium, and as such, her soul would be naturally tethered by about 17-18 years (although it’s closer to 16-17 for more powerful mediums such as lydia.) before their soul is properly tethered, they’re only supposed to use their power in minor ways (like seeing/interacting with spirits, and low powered summoning rituals like beej’s. yes, humans can see spirits and demons, however, they need a strong power present to see them initially, aka beetlejuice)

seeing as lydia was only 15 when this occurred, her power and soul weren’t properly tethered to her, and so keeping herself alive in the netherworld taxed her powers heavily. (without her power, she would’ve died soon after they entered the netherworld.) the general weakness is caused by her powers focusing on keeping her alive, and seeing as it’s not much more than the weakness, and charles had weakness as wel, everyone shrugs it off. however, after about a month, everything changes.

during a movie night, lydia suddenly falls unconscious, and can’t be woken up by anyone, living or dead. the maitlands start to see a purple aura surrounding her (her power attempting to hold her soul to her body), and tell the deetzs to summon beetlejuice, in hopes that he would be able to fix whatever was happening. charles hesitates, and so delia is the one to summon him.

he appears, jokes already coming out of his mouth, however he immediately quiets down upon seeing his best friend unconscious with an aura surrounding her. (the aura is strong enough that even charles and delia are starting to see it.) everyone watches as a green aura leaks from beej’s hands, carefully “pushing” the purple aura back into lydia. as soon as this is done, lydia boots awake, asking about what the hell just happened.

it’s beetlejuice’s time to talk, as everyone looks to him for answers. he explains how the netherworld must have affected her, and how left untreated, this would kill her. it would take her a bit longer for her soul and powers to settle, 18-19 years old, but if they could keep it in check, she would be fine. everyone is wary about having him back, but he’s the only one who can do this, as the maitlands are nowhere near powerful enough, and so it’s decided he stays. (lydias glad to have her friend back, the maitlands kinda missed him, charles really isn’t a fan, and delia knows there’s more to him than meets the eye.)

they sit down to talk, and he explains that he’ll basically have to shadow her, as he would need to be around her in case she has an “attack”. he would also need to stay summoned, as getting summoned and banished would take a toll on his powers. he also can’t stay invisible, as it would drop and he would be visible the second she had an attack on the stronger side.

they all think about it, before adam pipes up with an idea: beetlejuice could turn into an animal that wouldn’t be too taxing on his powers, and they could register him as a service animal for lydia (she didn’t start school for another week.) they all agree, and they obtain (aka forge) papers for a service dog for lydia, as it would be an easy shape for him to maintain while helping lydia out of an attack. he’s a bit on the bigger side, so that if lydia passes out high up/standing up, he can catch her. (think mix between a caucasian shepard, and tibetan mastiff, with pointy ears. his fur is mostly black and white, and he has a few green patches that they explain away with “pet safe dye”)

beej is waned to behave, and even though he really isn’t looking forward to it, he’d do anything for his bffff safe. they decide his name will be beetle (although lydia kept suggesting things like antwine and bugdrink)

people are kinda skeptical, and many don’t believe that her need for a service animal is real. however, this changes when during an ap bio class, she’s standing up at the board writing something, and she suddenly collapses, completely unconscious. beetle springs into action from where he was by her feet and catches her, lowering them slowly down to the ground. everyone rushes to check on her, but beetle’s growl is enough to keep them at bay. he uses his nose to poke at her face and neck, miming “waking her up” as he uses his power to stabilize her. after about a minute, she wakes up, groaning and holding her head. the teacher lets her leave to go to the nurse, and they go, lydia leaning a bit on him as they walk. she murmurs a thanks to him, and tosses him a dead beetle from the bag of “treats” she keeps for him.

(a little bonus)

lydia and beetle are at a concert in a pretty large venue, and they get barrier in the pit (beetle safely tucked between lydia and the barrier so that he doesn’t get stepped on) lydia’s having a good time, jumping around with everyone else. however, at one point she jumps up, and crashes down, as she goes unconscious mid jump. people around her freak out as beetle catches her and lowers her to the ground. the performers also stop, seeing as they just witnessed A Child go unconscious for seemingly no reason. (the performers also announce what has happened, as they seemingly stopped for no reason)

people try and check on her, but beej growls until they back off. medics show after a minute, but are wary of getting near the hulking dog. after another minute or so, lydia wakes up, and looks around. she sheepishly says “so, what did i miss?” and everyone breathes a collective Sigh Of Relief. the medics still check her over as the performance resumes, but deem her ok and she stays.

(they get invited backstage to see the band after the show, and they end up on the band’s social media. videos of beej protecting lydia also pop up, as people had filmed the whole thing. they definitely end up on some talk sho, and lydia proceeds to have another attack.)

aaaaand that’s it! i’m gonna add some doodles i did of dog beej below, plus a rough size comparison of him vs lydia. hope you guys like this au!

[androidtwin]

Ok, ok, ok but think about this:

Stiles stays in the East Coast for his FBI job, he is a competent young agent making a name in the Bureau, even if he’s a little weird nobody can really argue about his results. 

The thing is that every once in a while a message would come through and send the energetic man into a frenzy. Most often than not it was the sender that made his eyes go wide and Stilinski would lose his cool.

“Um, Agent Stilinski, your husband is downstairs.” And it’s all it takes to make Stiles go a little pale and scramble to the door. 

“Agent Emory, can you do me a solid and take over? Be sure to ask him about that cabin in countryside he thinks we don’t know about. Please and thank you!”

He makes his way to the lobby and out the building at a neck breaking pace and then he stands in front of a grumpy looking Derek, that as is customary waits with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows essentially lecturing Stiles.

The truth is, Derek and Stiles are not married, Hell, they’re not even dating but it is easier to explain to his colleagues why this man would call and leave messages, or would stop by or pick Stiles up from the hospital at times where cases get a little dicey. Derek likes the East Coast, he’s filthy rich and basically the system between them just work. There is no way though that they can explain their relationship away as just a regular human and a werewolf that became friends very reluctantly on both parts and now share an awesome bond of keeping track of the supernatural going ons and sometimes have meetings with the local creatures of the night and yeah...

They had agreed that their status at the agency would be that of  a married couple because it was the least suspicious with the advantage that Derek could have an easier access to Stiles as his husband. It works, they have codes and everything.

And look, it’s not like they hang out all the time when Stiles is at home or like they take turns cooking or like they have developed routines or that Derek takes care of Stiles when he is a little convalescent or that Stiles had filled Derek’s personal library with books from his work travels. 

Or like today, they were supposed to make it home on time for their bi-monthly video call with everybody and obviously Derek had to make sure Stiles made it home on time, otherwise he’d be stuck with answering questions. And oh my god!

Stiles just opens and closes his mouth, basically doing his best impression of a fish, and sure the make it back with time to spare and the camera is already set up but OH MY GOD!

“What?! You’ve been doing that for the last half hour, what?” Because their level of tolerance of each other’s quirks is something they both have grown into too, you know in their co-habitation! 

“We’re dating!” Stiles finally blurts out.

“No, we’re married, Stiles.” Derek deadpans, because he’s an asshole with a dry sense of humor. 

“No, no. I mean yes, in the eyes of the Bureau and my coworkers we are indeed married. But we’re also dating, beyond the... we’re fucking fan fic trope.”

“By that logic we are several fan fic tropes, Mieczyslaw.”

Stiles throws up his hands as if Derek had just proved his point, “THIS! Derek not even my dad calls me Mieczyslaw, you call me by my full name and we cook for each other, and you take care of me and don’t mind my nerdy habits, though you’re also an epic nerd-”

“The point, Stiles?”

“We’re dating. Like dating dating, like I look forward coming home to you and trusting you and venting about my job... I like you, Derek.”

He sees Derek sigh and approach him, he waits and that truly is a remark on his maturity because he is nervous as hell! “You’re an idiot.”

Stiles deflates, he’s not really paying attention to the words, Derek has said them to him over the course of a decade with different inflections and tones and volume and over various degrees of injury but...

“We’ve been dating for at least a year now.”

Ah, what? “A Year!?”

Derek huffs because this is the hill he has chosen to die on, this is the person he’d picked. “Yeah, I remember clearly telling you ‘I trust you with my life, Stiles’ and you beamed and said ‘No takebacks, wolfie, I’m marking it down in my calendar.”

And yeah he remembers because they have been in each other’s pockets even before they’ve been willing to admit, because Derek trusting him was worth more than other accomplishments he’d achieved, because...

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me!?” Stiles wailed as he left himself fall onto Derek’s chest. “We could have been breaking the furniture in the house and christening all the rooms, like the library.”

Derek made sure to wrap his arms around Stiles’ waist and huff again, “We’re not fucking in the library, Stiles.”

“Does that mean the we’re gonna?” Derek turned his face into Stiles’ neck and planted a soft kiss there, just to feel his pulse; alive, warm and excited. Nuzzling at his jaw and kissing him there too.

“An idiot, I’m in love with an idiot.”

#Eternal Sterek #FBI Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Teen Wolf #Aged up #fake relationship #The FBI thinks they're married but they're not #Derek is a soft househusband #Stiles is oblivious #AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES #Short fic #(Antwin writes) #androidtwin headcanon #stiles stilisnki #sterek

[androidtwin]

Ok but low-key suicidal Tony. Like he's not actively trying to die but he's always willing to rush heading into danger, always just a bit slow to dodge hits, and eager to take them for someone else. Nobody even notices until Bucky and/or Rhodey come by

The Weight of Living

(TW: Suicidal behavior) Note: Hey anon, I know it’s been a long time since you prompt it this, inspiration had a bit of a leave of absence. So I hope it lives p to the hype and the wait. Kisses.

Old habits die hard -if they die at all,- and that’s why he notices. How Iron Man plays it fast and loose and reckless, how everybody yells and huff but say nothing that hasn’t been said before. Tony’s eyes are miles away, he’s not listening and after they’re done, he smirks and walks away; every word sliding off his back like old snakeskin.

Bucky notices how Tony rarely joins them for meals, or anything really; how he would dance and deceive Colonel Rhodes and how the War Machine would narrow his eyes like an old shrew as if he is trying to see beyond the smiles and the quips and the easy affection. Only when Rhodes visits do Tony looks there.

Something is coming and they all know it, it’s why they’re all in New York again. In the meantime, Bucky wanders throughout the place and trains; gets some more memories back and fights off his nightmares in the gym. Because old habits die hard -if you remember to kill them- does Bucky see the silhouette blending in the shadows.

Tony on the ledge of the rooftop, when he was supposed to be in medical after a crash with a tank. Tony shuffling closer and…

“Stark?” His heart lurches when Tony turns his face to him but doesn’t step away. “Stark, what the hell are you doing? Get back!“

No matter how enhanced he is, Bucky wouldn’t be able to catch him if he falls. Something in the back of his head tells him that from everything he’d observed so far, Tony would most likely jump. 

“Stark! Get down from that ledge!” Tony doesn’t seem to hear him and Bucky won’t be fast enough. “You don’t wanna do this, man. Come back before you hurt yourself.” 

Bucky doesn’t have the words, he doesn’t know how to help; old habits die hard and somewhere else he’s seen that slump of the shoulders and that faraway stare (a lifetime ago), not seeking the cold embrace but not shying away from it. 

“Do you know The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Barnes?” Tony’s voice carries with the wind and dread pools in Bucky’s stomach as he inches forward. “I like to recite the last stanza of the first part, do you know how it goes?”

“I don’t remember much, no.” Good God! What could he say if Tony pitched himself off his fucking Tower? ‘I didn’t remember some old timey poetry, sorry Stevie.’ Maybe… he just has to make the guy talk? “Care to share with the amnesiac?”

There was a bark of laughter, the genuine kind; apparently Stark have been faking even that. Tony turned his face to the starless heavens. “Ok, Barnes. It goes like this:

‘God save thee, ancient Mariner! 

From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— 

Why look'st thou so?‘—With my cross-bow” Bucky was so close now, just a few feet more. That’s when Tony finally pivoted around. It took a second for Bucky to realize he’d been played. Tony opened his arms like a wingless Icarus and his voice thundered, “I shot the ALBATROSS.”

“Tony, NO!” Despair kept him immobile, his mouth opened in a rictus of horror and pain, that was it; the impotence of watching Tony leap into the abyss below with no way of bringing him back. Of failing, of…

Oh god! His eyes were still fixed on the empty spot when the Iron Man suit whizzed by, the sound of repulsors startling him into breathing again. Bucky sagged in relief and waited until his limbs stopped shaking.

He was gonna fucking kill him. He was! He didn’t care about being pardoned, he was gonna end Tony Fucking Stark. He…

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, UH?” Bucky couldn’t give two shits and a blind penguin about getting in Stark’s face or the volume of his voice. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Tony just stood there, against the glass with his eyes zeroed on Bucky’s. “You asked.”

That threw him off, “What?”

“About the Ancient Mariner.”

Bucky spluttered, enraged and confused and fucking scared witless. “That’s not how the fucking poem goes, Stark!”

Tony cocked his head a little as if he was the one confused by Bucky’s behavior. “Well it does, when you’re the albatross, does it not?” He narrowed his eyes then and shook Bucky off. Until then, Bucky hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten. “Besides, why are you getting your long johns in a twist?”

“Wh-why?!”

“Yeah, why? Why do you even care?” Tony slipped away then and Bucky couldn’t help but ponder.

In the morning, Bucky had decided he needed no reason to care, he just did. 

“Going somewhere, Buck?” Steve’s voice was jovial and friendly, it warmed him like a hug. But he wasn’t about to spill his guts over the breakfast table.

“Stark’s workshop.” He was carrying a tray with food and a fresh pot of coffee. Stark wasn’t gonna waste away on his watch. Fucking asshole.

“Sta- Want me to go with you?” Steve asked as he stood; like his frame could be a wall of protection; cute but unnecessary.

“Is he rabid or something?” Bucky quipped and Steve took a step back. They avoided Stark just as much as he avoided them but Steve was their leader and he hasn’t seen. “I can take of him, Stevie. Go hen, Wilson or something.”

“Jerk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later you little punk.”

There had been a tiff over ‘shop access when he moved into the Tower, apparently, now it was above their level of clearance and nobody like to ask the required permission. Bucky didn’t mind, much less if he’d to ask FRIDAY. “Morning, little lady.”

“Morning, Mr. Barnable.”

“Still won’t call me by my name, I see.” Bucky like the AI, she had no qualms about treating him like any other person and pranking him if she felt like it. It was nice. “I was wondering if you’d allow me to see your boss?”

“Whatever for?” There was a warning in her synthesized voice, Bucky heeded it.

“Well, he sucks at taking care of himself and I brought him food.”

“Boss’ security is my priority, are you alluding I’m bad at my job?” Was she, could computers hiss?

“He was playing Russian Roulette at the top of the Tower last night, you tell me.” Bucky wasn’t trying to antagonize her but she needed to understand the urgency of the matter.

“I don’t have arms, so I’m doing my best without violating protocol,” FRIDAY said,  could programs get tired? 

“Let me try then,” Bucky search one of her cameras, lifting the tray like a peace offering, “I’m just trying to feed him.”

“Very well,” She ceded as the doors unlocked. “Remember, I’m watching you.”

“Wouldn’t forget it.” He marched in before she had time to rescind. Tony looked like a steampunk bastard in the middle of his shop. In the harsh fluorescent lights, his skin looked ashen marred with grease. As if he was wasting away. “Stark.”

“FRIDAY, intruder alert.” He mumbled but remained hunched over whatever he was working on. 

“Boss.”

“Breakfast’s here,” Bucky announced.

“Not hungry, bye bye.” Tony still didn’t face him. Bucky felt the surge of anger and fear; fresh and ugly and terrifying.

The servos shifted as he found a table for the tray. God, he wanted to pull his hair; this asshole. This tired, miserable asshole. “I didn’t really ask if you were hungry, Stark.”

“I’m not, so you can go away.”

“Or, I can call your friend and let him know what you’ve been doing when everyone sleeps.” That was a low blow and uncalled for but he was running out of options and no one else seemed to care. Tony froze and his shoulders bunched up.

“Don’t- Don’t bring Rhodey into this.” There was a catch there. “I can take care of myself just fine. I don-”

“You threw yourself from the top of the Tower, Tony!”  Bucky promised himself he wouldn’t lose his temper, he swore he was gonna be calm. This wasn’t calm. He took a deep breath and tried again. “You think nobody noticed but I did. I notice how you’re not really here and how fast you fly towards danger, how you hardly eat and how sometimes you let that beard get out of control.”

Bucky waited, even when the silence was suffocating, perhaps he’d said too much. Perhaps…

“That’s very stalkerish behavior. It’s creepy.”

“I brought you a whole pot of black coffee.” He offered because maybe Tony was right, not that Bucky cared much, not if it kept Tony alive. 

“Should have opened with that,” Tony said and finally moved towards the food. Bucky sat back and watched.

Things didn’t get better and Bucky didn’t say anything; he did cover Tony’s back in the field, sniping things and clipping goons before Tony could catapult himself into danger. He brought at least one meal to the shop every day and made sure FRIDAY had a take-out order ready when Tony was out of his reach. He’d watch closely but sometimes Tony would slip away and jump off the roof.

Bucky hated those days; he would stick to Tony and glower at anyone trying to say something. 

“Could you fucking stop?” 

“Some days I’m the albatross,” Tony said not looking at Bucky. “Most days, I’m the Mariner.”

Bucky read the fucking poem. He hated the fucking romantics but found himself connecting with Coleridge. With the penance that had to be paid, the albatross around his neck, the fucking weight of living. He understood it, lived through it, still does. 

That doesn’t stop him from trying to bring Tony ashore. 

It’s weeks later, so many days upon days upon days when it happens. Tony was having a good week, needed little prompting to eat and left the lab, talked about some upgrade for the Spider-kid of his, even played some of that loud music he was fond of, he’d smiled at Bucky and thanked him for the food and coffee.

So, of course, the Thing they’ve been preparing for attacked then and Bucky was too far away to catch Tony. Tony who compared himself to a dead bird and looked more like a myth. 

“You want to fall? Then fall!” Thanos pitched Tony from the sky and he looked like a star aflame. Bucky could do nothing but scream. 

“Tony!” He roars and fear is pumping through his veins because this had been a good week and Tony had smiled and FRIDAY called him ‘Mr. Barnes’ and it had been a good week, fuck!

“Bucky, stop!” 

“Tony!” The world stops, as he runs and tries to reach before Tony plummets. Tony never reached the ground before. He was meant for the skies, he couldn’t…

Like some ethereal being, Tony is surrounded in light. Suspended above the ground, Bucky is mesmerized by the image and on the other side is a woman whose face shifts between flesh and bone. Bucky feels heavier than ever but even in that feeling of swimming through molasses, he hears it. “Get Stark, get him!” 

Bucky narrows his eyes at the woman and moves, drops the weaponry and runs as if his life depended on it, maybe it does. Because Tony smiled and she didn’t get to win now. He launches and grabs Tony with his metal arm, the bubble breaks and everything starts to move in real time again. 

Bucky slumps with Tony half on his lap, half off; he cares very little about blood circulation at the moment. “Tony? Tony, hey dollface talk to me.” He begs but the suit is dead, nothing but a metal coffin and he is terrified. “Tony, please. Don’t do this now. Tony?”

“Allow me.” She’s right there, just like in the poem. Dead and alive, powerfully sublime but she can’t have him. Bucky snarls. “You have plucked him from my grasp, Soldier. I won’t take him, not yet.”

The armor falls back as if she had melted it with nothing but a thought. Bucky stared in fascination, his eyes on Tony; flesh hand over his chest, trying to feel a pulse. 

“Go on. It’s not every day that Love beats Death.”

“I-”

“Icarus loved the Sun too much, this one had nothing but an empty sky. Show him the map of stars you’ve crafted in his name. Call him home.”

Bucky’s heart thumped wildly in his ribcage. What if Tony chose to leave all the same? What then? “Tony? Sweetheart, please. Come on, are you really gonna let that purple blob become the protagonist? Tony, darling. Please, for me?”

He was getting desperate, he knew. Bucky buried his face in the crook of Tony’s neck and fought to breathe. He caught him, he was there. He loved him and it still wasn’t-

“Don’t tell Rhodey.”

Bucky pulled back, eyes awash with tears and couldn’t stop the sobbing laughter. Hugging him tighter, because he fucking could. “How about we kick this guy’s ass. Then, when we get home, I’ll make us some coffee.”

Tony’s eyes lighted up and smile. “You should have lead with that…darling.”

Bucky denies blushing when Tony kissed his cheek, he swears he wasn’t. Death is not a reliable witness anyhow. It’s hard to kill old habits if you do it by yourself. 

So, Bucky Barnes takes Tony Stark’s hand and they go kick some Titan butt. They have a coffee date, after all.

#anon! #androidtwin answers #winteriron #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #TW: suicidal behaviour #tw: self destruction #(antwin writes)

[androidtwin]

Number 61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me." + winteriron for the drabble challenge please?

This, it was definitely not what expected to see when he came back from his business trip. Tony is a genius and not even his ginormous brain had a logical explanation for what he was seeing. 

“Well…”

Bucky turned his eyes towards Tony and heaved a relieved sigh. “Hey Tiny, welcome back.” When he realized Tony wasn’t moving at all, Bucky grunted. “Now fucking help me, wouldja.”

Tony chuckled, the sight was ridiculous and a little bit of a turn on -if he was being honest- but mostly hilariously ridiculous; Bucky was twisted like a pretzel, locked in place and by the exasperated groan he’s been there a while. Leaving his carry on and making a show of discarding his suit, Tony moved behind Bucky.

“Got a little ambitious with the positions while I was away, did we?” Tony teased as he slowly guided Bucky’s limbs. “Breathe now.”

Bucky grunted as his flesh arm finally unlocked. “I thought I could try it. Seen you do it plenty ‘o times.”

He carded a hand through Bucky’s hair, knowing how soothing it felt. “I’ve been doing this for long time but I had to work up to it, Bucky-bear.”

It takes another 5 minutes of coaxing Bucky and his cramped extremities into position but they do it, Bucky slumps a bit in defeat. “I really thought I’ve got it, ya know? Wanted to show you my progress when you returned and all.”

Tony wants to coo but refrains at the dejected expression on Bucky’s face, it was a very sweet gesture indeed. Tony kisses his hair. “I was very impressed, believe me.”

Throwing himself back on the yoga mat, Bucky huffed. “What if I showed you?”

Arching a brow in question, Bucky gave him a minute nod; Tony maneuvered himself only using his hands and practically bent over backwards above Bucky, leaving him smirking inches away from Bucky’s mouth. “How is this fair?”

“Hmmm?”

Instead of answering, Bucky tilted his head up and kissed Tony, quick and chaste. A breath later, Tony moved from his hovering position to straddle Bucky’s hips. “Yeah?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Tony breathed and closed the distance. Later, when they pulled away, he proposed. “I have some advanced techniques that might help you in the quest of becoming more bendy. Yeah?”

Bucky smiled against his mouth, grinding his hips. “Oh fuck yeah.”

#arwenxs #androidtwin answers #(antwin writes) #winteriron #first kiss

[androidtwin]

For the man who has everything

...and nothing.

Or I was working on LULIR but then decided to listen to Ariana Grande’s One Last Time on repeat and wrote this while crying occasionally. ENJOY!

Bucky knows coming was a mistake, but in order to truly move on he had to face this hurdle: Tony Stark, the man who broke his heart.

In true Stark fashion the party was in full swing, people mingling or dancing and alcohol flowing. The "life" of the party was sitting on a high stool nursing a glass of scotch as he was wont to do when feeling pensive. He looked sad, and Bucky wanted to smack himself for remembering all this still.

It's been a year already and after what Tony put him through…he almost turns around to leave, but Tony looks miserable.

Bucky gathers his courage and marches over to the bar, Tony doesn’t raise his head from where he is looking at the sloshing liquid. Once upon a time he would have spend countless hours looking at the genius, studying and memorizing all of his expressions. He huffs frustrated with himself.

"So, what do you want?" Bucky asks and fights the lump of emotion lodged in his throat at having those brown eyes zeroed on him.

"James." It sounds reverent, like when they used to…No! "You--you came!"

Bucky scowls, "Well, you were very insisting even making Pepper call me." Which happened after the 12th time he screened Tony's call. "What do you want, Anthony?"

Once he would have fallen for the wide eyed routine, he knew better now. He wouldn't allow it to happen, ever again. He sees Tony open and close his mouth several times, but nothing comes out.

"How have you been?" Tony asks at last, small talk. Tony Stark didn't do small talk. "I mean…"

"I've been great, Anthony. Same can't be said from you, I bet."

"Could be better, I'll admit." Tony shrugs, there is something about him that nags at Bucky and he mentally stomps on it, viciously.

"I'm…" Bucky sees him stop himself and shake his head. "Can we go somewhere less…noisy?"

Careful, Tony is being careful with Bucky like never before; not when they started their thing and sure as hell not when he walked all over Bucky's feelings. Bucky wants to refuse him out of spite, wants to prove to himself that Tony Stark had no power over him but Tony is asking carefully and hardly looking at him. Also the music was too loud for his taste.

He gets off the stool and walks to the elevator, willing Tony to follow. Away from the crowd, Tony fiddles with the cufflinks of his dress shirt as Bucky eyes him suspiciously. "Do you want anything to drink?"

And ok, he's been patient enough. "Cut the shit, Stark!" He snaps, at feels vindicated at the visible flinch. "I no longer have time to make for you, so what do you want?"

"You." He whispers, "Just wanted to see you."

Bucky opens his arms with exasperation. "Well, wish granted. You've seen me."

He shakes his head, what else could he expect from Tony Stark if whatever he wanted, he got. Bucky knew this was going to be a mistake from the minute he considered Pepper's words: "It's the only thing he wants for his birthday."

Bucky turns to leave, he won't do this to himself anymore, he can't.

"I'm sorry." It makes him freeze in place. "I know I have no right, but I'm sorry."

He'd waited for those words so long, now they sat heavily on his chest. Bucky couldn't turn around.

"I…James, Bucky I know what I did was horrible, and I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Bucky scoffed, like saying sorry made anything better. Goddamnit, he shouldn't have come at all. "Yeah, right."

"You--I'm not asking you to forgive me." That makes him turn around again. Tony is tapping against his chest, some rhythm only he knows and it looks like he is gearing up for anything Bucky throws at him. "Just…don’t go?"

"You got some fucking nerve on you." And he lets some of the hurt bleed through, he wants Tony to see him; angry and raw. "You really think--"

"Just for the night, just this one time." The nagging is back but he is so fucking angry. "I promise afterwards I'll never bother you again. I swear."

Bucky just glares and bites the inside of his cheek to stop the words from coming. Tony, he knows will break the tense silence because he hates them, they make him antsy.

Hands start flying. "I know I fucked up, massively and I know there's someone else now. I'm not asking you to love me, Bucky. I just want you here with me tonight. Just stay tonight and tomorrow you can forget about your loser ex that fucked up and is so pathetically alone on his birthday that had to beg the CEO of his company to harass you into coming here."

What? Now, he has so many questions. "I know you have someone now that gives you everything I never could, someone that's way better for you than I could ever hope to be. And I-- every shred of good I had I left with you; I have nothing."

What the fuck?! "I only ask, just this one time…" Tony clears his throat and when he looks at Bucky, his eyes look shiny. "Stay? Let me remember how you feel around me?"

Lord above this asshole! Bucky wants to punch him, Hell, Bucky should fucking punch him and then leave and never again turn to look Tony Stark's way. He should let out all his anger on the brown eyed motherfucking asshole that walked out on him a year prior like it was the easiest thing in the world. He should, he…

Tony startles when his back hits the bar, but opens his mouth to the honestly brutal kiss, he'd feel it tomorrow. His hands automatically going to Bucky's hair and shoulders, accepting Bucky's anger. "I fucking hate that I loved you. Hate it so much."

Tony only nods and takes the manhandling and the biting kisses with breathy gasps that shouldn't get Bucky going, but do. He hates that too, the way his body still reacts to Tony. They're on the couch when he notices that besides holding onto him and touching his hair and face, Tony hasn't tried to reach for their clothes, hasn’t tried to push any further than the rough making out. They're both hard and once that had been excuse enough to get naked, anywhere.

Bucky stops, hovering over Tony, scowl in place. "What, isn't this what you wanted?"

Tony just nods, eyes closed -hiding- and cheeks ruddy, but his voice breaks. "Yes."

Bucky tries to move away as if burned by this meek imitation of his fiery ex, just to have Tony scramble after him in a weak attempt to hold him in place. "James."

And Bucky? He can't, he can't take it. No matter how angry he is at Tony and the end of their relationship, he can't stand to see Tony this fucking beaten down. He sits back on the sofa and pulls Tony onto his lap, the man goes readily. "What's going on, Anthony?"

No response, only hands cupping his cheeks and thumbs passing to and fro the stubble there. "Tony?"

Brown eyes that seem to be memorizing him, taking every single detail; something is wrong, Bucky knows. He lays his right hand on Tony's left and holds it there. "Dollface."

It's all it takes for the tears to fall, and Tony is quick to hide against the curve of his neck. Tony doesn't make a sound as he shakes in Bucky's arms and Bucky Fucking Barnes is helpless in the face of the love of his life breaking down in his arms. He rubs his hands up and down Tony's back, gently rocking him and occasionally leaving tiny kisses on the side of his face. "Come on, doll. Let's go to bed, you ok with that?"

A nod and a sniffle. Bucky carries him easily and it shouldn't be so, Tony had loss weight. Bucky says nothing as he sits Tony on the bed and undresses him, until he's only wearing a tank top and his boxers. Tony looks at him from his place on the bed. "Can I?"

Bucky Barnes is a goddamn fool and he is well aware this is nothing but counterproductive to moving on. "Go ahead, doll."

Just like every touch so far, is slow and reverent as Tony removes every piece of cloth on Bucky, except his underwear. They lie in bed, face to face in complete silence. Against the dim lights, Tony looks pale and vulnerable. Bucky felt the urge rise up again; to know. "Why?"

Tony's hand over his heart. "Scared. Terrified. Stupid."

Bucky huffs but allows Tony to hide away against his chest. "Fucking moronic, I'd say." He won't mask the bitterness, he can't allow it. "You really fucking hurt me, Tony."

A full body shake and then Tony's forehead is touching his. "I know."

"How could you even--"

"Because, in walking away all I did was break my own heart." He confesses and goes tapping against his chest. The sound stops Bucky short…it sounds like… "All I accomplished was losing the best thing that ever happened to me; you."

They say nothing else and eventually fall asleep. It doesn’t last long because his body is cold and when he groggily opens his eyes Tony is staggering from the bathroom. Bucky catches him around the waist and the skin is cold and clammy; he wants to ask what the hell is going on, but Tony will most likely deflect.

"Tony?"

"Make love to me?" He asks, and maybe is the way he says it, or the tone or because Bucky Barnes is a fucking sucker that had never and probably will never be free of the thrall of Tony Stark, he does.

It's an old song and dance between them but it feels new, different and more. He almost stops when he sees the thing imbedded in Tony's chest, Tony pleads and lays kisses around it. Every touch and kiss, the whispered words and the moans; raw and unbidden, fragile. He undulates his hips and over him Tony cums looking sublime, Bucky helplessly follows.

Afterwards he can't fall asleep, Tony completely worn out doesn’t have that problem. A part of him that sound suspiciously like Steve, berates him for setting himself up for heartache, the other part, which is wholly Bucky can't help but worry about Tony. Yes, he is an idiot and he'll pay in tears later. For now, at least he gets to have this.

Later still, he feigns sleep as Tony moves away. "Jarv?"

"Yes, sir?" The AI ever proper asks his creator.

"What level are we this morning?" Tony whispers.

"43% blood toxicity, sir." JARVIS sounds mournful. "It would be advisable to let Mr. Barnes know, sir."

"God, he's gonna hate me, J." Tony mutters, "Fuck, baby boy, by all means he should; but I can't saddle him with this. You and I know there is no replacement element."

"Sir--"

"I just needed him to know, J." Bucky feels when Tony finally leaves the bed. "I wanted to see him and be honest, because my time is up, Jar-Jar. Now get my fresh dose of Chlorophyll going, Jeeves."

"Are you sure calling me unappealing names is way to gain my favor, sir?"

Tony chuckles, "I promise you can go full Skynet once I'm gone."

"World domination without you here to witness my reign sounds dull, sir."

"I love you too, JARVIS!" But his voice is closer to Bucky's side of the bed. There's a trembling hand on his hair, "And you, I love you so fucking much, James Buchanan Barnes."

Tony kisses his forehead and his cheek before leaving the bedroom. "A promise's a promise."

Bucky stays, completely shocked; fisting the soft duvet until JARVIS interrupts his turmoil  about 10 minutes later. "Mr. Barnes, sir has left the premises."

Bucky shoots off the bed and turns in place looking for his clothes, he needs to get home and phone calls…all the phone calls because…GODDAMNIT TONY! "…Because if you're asshole creator thinks for even a minute that I'll let him go just like that, he has another thing coming, buddy. I swear he lives to give me grey hairs, fucking asshole! Tells me he loves me and then goes off to die." Bucky rants as he puts on his boots. "Well, not on me he won't. Just you wait!"

"Glad to have you on board, Mr. Barnes." JARVIS says as the elevator doors open. "Welcome back."

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