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for the Early Adoption/Always Brothers AU ✨
following @nalivaa's idea that Han-seo was introduced to the Jang household earlier in this one so a younger, even less patient Han-seok decided he was just Not Gonna deal with a whole stupid toddler so he dropped him of at an orphanage (where Vincenzo found him<3
(there's a lot of details that don't,,, make sense so just posting on tumblr for now)
When Han-seo was dropped off at the orphanage, Vincenzo had already been there for a while.
The weeks, months, years had bled away his hope that his mother would ever come back for him, and the realization had poured like molten lava around his heart and, hardening, turned it to stone. Since then, he had kept to himself, glaring away every well-meaning kid that approached him with doe-eyes, kept everyone at arm's length because he hated the world, he hated his mom, he hated himself.
Other kids came and went.
Kids with similar fates as Vincenzo’s. Kids without parents. Kids who were all alone in the world. Kids who were angry like him, empty like him, lonely and lost.
But Vincenzo didn’t care about their fates. Because nobody cared about Vincenzo’s either.
Because most of the kids here, Vincenzo found, were here because their parents had died, and not because their mom dropped them off somewhere only to never show up again.
Kids left and came. Some ran away. Some got adopted, by young couples, rich couples, middle-aged couples. Couples whose gazes drifted right over Vincenzo because Vincenzo wanted them to. His mom hadn’t wanted him, and so Vincenzo didn’t want anybody else either.
Mostly, Vincenzo never even learned the names of the new kids. They’d be gone soon anyway, and their stories were all the same. So when a young boy walked right into the orphanage one day, an even smaller boy tucked in his arms, Vincenzo didn’t even lift his head from the little figure of a bird he’d been carving from a chunk of wood while everybody else was out on a field trip.
“Stop crying,” said the boy. It’s possible he’d been saying more to the younger before that, but it was the sudden sharpness in his tone that made Vincenzo prick up his ears.
Turning his head slightly, he chanced a glance at the pair. The older of the two looked younger still than Vincenzo, and what was strange about him was that he was dressed very formally: instead of streetwear, he was wearing one of those little suits for kids that Vincenzo had worn only once, when his mom had made him attend the funeral of his grandfather. Back then, Vincenzo had found it very confining, the suit. He’d kept pulling at his sleeves and his collar, but this boy seemed to feel right at home in his clothes, confident even.
The other boy, the smaller boy, was indeed crying. Vincenzo must have simply blocked it out before.
“You’re just useless, you know? Stupid,” continued the boy in a voice that was in stark contrast to the words he spoke. The sharpness gone, it was like he was just stating a simple fact, like water is wet, the sky is blue. “Stop crying,” he said again. “Nobody wants you anyway. So this is the best for everyone, you see?”
Between the sobbing, the boy hiccuped, “H-hyung.”
The older boy, the brother, as Vincenzo assumed now, slammed his fist on the table, right next to where he had placed the younger. “Cut that out!” The venom was back in his voice. “I’m not your brother! We’re nothing, not even by half from now on. Got it? Bye forever.”
Vincenzo looked around. None of the adults were in the room at that hour, just old man Don who was too drunk most of the time to notice what was going on in the world around him.
There was no one there to witness how another little boy was abandoned at the very same orphanage. No one to witness his fate, the beginning of his story, except for Vincenzo.
Vincenzo, who watched the older brother walk past him, out of the orphanage without a single glance back, looking much lighter now, like a burden had been lifted from him.
And the little boy continued sobbing.
Vincenzo abandoned his woodwork and stepped closer to the table. The other boy had pushed a chair to the table and climbed onto it to be able to place his brother there, but Vincenzo could reach it without any help. He had a round face, the boy, red from all the screaming, with puffed cheeks that made him almost look cute, and head full of dark hair, curling slightly behind his ears. He, too, was wearing a little suit, and Vincenzo wondered if they had indeed been at a funeral. Looking at the boy now, he couldn’t be much older than 2 years. Maybe less.
"Nobody wants you, huh?"
The moment he spoke up, the boy stopped crying.
Not because all his tears were dried up, Vincenzo guessed, but rather because listening to Vincenzo seemed to take up all his attention. With big eyes, he tracked each and every movement Vincenzo made like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"No mother, no father? A bastardo of an older brother?" He shot a venomous look at the door through which the boy had disappeared, moments ago. When he turned back to the boy, though, he made sure to keep his face neutral. "Well, you’re in good company. Nobody wants me either.”
Tears welled up again in the boy’s eyes but he stayed silent and that was almost more tragic. And for the first time in a long time, Vincenzo felt something in his chest change shape. Like a crack running up a stone. But nothing can break stone, can it?
This boy, though.
This boy was like him, more so than any other kid that shared this fate, it seemed. This boy was wrong, like Vincenzo – no! This boy had something about him that made other people cast him out, discard him like yesterday’s trash. This boy, who was only beginning to learn how to speak or walk on his own two feet. No, it wasn’t his fault that people couldn’t accept him.
So, before the thought had even reached his mind as anything more palpable than a mere idea, Vincenzo had already made a decision.
“Let's just take care of one another from now on, huh?" He stretched out his index finger and the little boy reached for it, little fist closing around it with surprising strength. Vincenzo smiled. The stretch of his cheeks felt foreign on his face. "I'll take care of you." He turned the word around in his mind before he said it, "Dongsaeng."
It felt right.
The boy tilted his head at him. "T'seng?"
"No. Not me." He tapped his palm against his own chest. "I'm Vincenzo."
"'Cenzo."
Vincenzo crinkled his nose at the messy pronunciation. The word must feel foreign on his tongue, too. "Actually, for you it would be hyung,” he decided instead. “Can you call me hyung?"
The boy laughed, and forgotten seemed all the tears he had spilled just a minute ago. "Hyung!"
His chest almost hurt from the debris behind his ribcage. "That's it!” he agreed. “There you go."
Vincenzo would remember that day, as clearly as when it happened, for the rest of his life.
Han-seo, though, would forget how exactly he came to be at the same orphanage, right when Vincenzo had needed him most. He would forget the older boy, no longer his brother but a stranger now, who abandoned him at the very doorstep where Vincenzo lost his mother. He was still too young, then, to remember. He would’ve forgotten that he and Vincenzo had ever been anything other than brothers, too, if not for the other kids and the adults at the orphanage reminding him that legally, biologically, they were not.
It didn’t matter to them, anyway.
Not until a new couple entered the orphanage, and their gazes didn’t just drift over Vincenzo.
#ofc what happens after is vincenzo throws a fit when these ppl want to adopt him#and refuses to go anywhere without his lil bro<3#and they get adopted together obv#vincenzo#early adoption au#always brothers!au#jang han seo#how old is everyone exactly?#who knows definitely not me lmao#actually i'm thinking han seo like 1.5 years and vin sth over 8#that's basically the ages of my cousins so i have a reference#not me picking don as a surname/nickname to get out of the question#whether they are in italy or in korea#maybe han seok is dropping him off during vacation in europe huh#maybe that's why vin is already thinking in italian lol#idk idk don't ask me
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final installment of fratboy!luke x poseidon reader :)
graduation, luke being h-word lol, im sad this is over.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
tagged trideltumm.
yn_yln: last bid day 🩵 welcome home new pc 🔱
lukecastell4n: gonna steal that little jeep from ur house
lukecastell4n: come over im tryna get u like the last pic
poseidonsfavchild: RHIS IS A PUBLIC APP
bethchase: have some decency, i beg of u
chrisr0driguez: BRO 💀💀💀
clarisselarue: too far
charliebeck: AYO?
yn_yln: pick me up pls
liked by lukecastell4n.
silenabeauregard: U LOOK SO PRETTY
yn_yln: thank u angel 👼🏽
trideltumm: i know you’re a senior now but don’t leave 🥲
yn_yln: i dont wanna go ☹️
tagged ksigumm, yn_yln, and chrisr0driguez.
lukecastell4n: went out with a bang ‼️ thanks for the memories kappa sig
ksigumm: our president 🫡
liked by lukecastell4n.
chrisr0driguez: can’t believe it’s almost over 💔
lukecastell4n: me either bro 💔
yn_yln: ur frat cooler is sooo real
lukecastell4n: what can i say 🤷🏻♂️
bethchase: thank god the reign of terror is over
poseidonsfavchild: fr im tired of seeing his posts every weekend
lukecastell4n: hater
poseidonsfavchild: and what about it
charliebeck: gonna miss the kappa sig parties
lukecastell4n: gonna be hard to live without the sigma nu darties
clarisselarue: my liver needs a break!!!!
chrisr0driguez: nobody said u had to finish half a handle every weekend
clarisselarue: U REFUSE TO DRINK THE BITCH CUP FOR ME
chrisr0driguez: NOT MY FAULT U SUCK AT KINGS CUP BABE
tagged lukecastell4n, clarisselarue, and others.
yn_yln: bittersweet goodbyes.
clarisselarue: i love you so much
yn_yln: love u always clar ❤️🔥
silenabeauregard: MY SWEET GIRL 🥹🩷
yn_yln: couldn’t have done it without you lena 🤍
lukecastell4n: im so proud of you baby
yn_yln: right back at you, my love
poseidonsfavchild: why r yall in the comments acting like youre not all going back to chb
yn_yln: percy im going to grad school 😭
poseidonsfavchild: oh
poseidonsfavchild: this is news to me
poseidonsfavchild: i was kinda hoping you’d come back 😕
yn_yln: i’ll visit over the summer
poseidonsfavchild: it’s not the same
yn_yln: stop im gonna cry
bethchase: congrats yn!!
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gr0verunderwood: CONGRATULATIONS!!!
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lukecastell4n posted a story!
where to next yn_yln? i’ll follow you anywhere 🤍
yn_yln replied to this story:
yn_yln: you and me forever
lukecastell4n: wouldn't have it any other way baby
poseidonsfavchild replied to this story:
poseidonsfavchild: ok if u tell anyone this i will VEHEMENTLY deny it
poseidonsfavchild: but if my sister had to end up with someone, i'm glad it's you ig
liked by lukecastell4n.
poseidonsfavchild: just tell her to come visit sometimes yeah?
lukecastell4n: your secret's safe with me perce
lukecastell4n: dw we'll come back. we can't stay away from our siblings too long
poseidonsfavchild: thanks luke
lukecastell4n: anytime lil bro
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#hehe silly post#frances writes#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke pjo#luke castellan#luke castellan fanfic#fratboy luke castellan#luke castellan x yn#luke castellan x y/n#luke castellan x you
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Alternate version + lore under the cut
I've had this thing finished for about a month now. Sooo I figured it was time high time for me to properly introduce this boy to you all! His name is Times New Roman or otherwise know as Frak and Merl's hubband.
Ok now with the introduction over on with the actual lore!
Roman is from an au I made with my friend @smokbeast called Betatale. (You can see more about Merl, Frak, Roman and a buncha other characters on his blog, go check it out!) As the name says, Roman is meant to be from some sorta beta of Undertale.
He sorta had Sans' place in his au, but not entirely, he's def his own thing. He is not a sans, and he is not in any way related to Frak. His family is all dead thank you very much.
Much like Sans he only has one hp, but that's due to his lil condition. He was born with an immense amount of magic which his soul and body is way too weak to hold. So he's on perma hardcore mode, one hit one kill. (Well- most of the time ;3)
Roman has the power to travel the multiverse. It takes a lot outta him and he isn't able to do it without touching Frak. Mostly because it wouldn't be possible without his other half, but also cuz Roman wouldn't even attempt to go anywhere far without him. (Merl came into their lives after me and Smoki had traumatized these two so much they refuse to not be near eachother pretty much constantly anymore).
Roman is the token 'extrovert' outta him and Frak. On the outside he's very friendly and disarming. Bro will attempt to charm his way into just about anyone's good graces. He jokes and jabbers, easily sliding on the mask of a well adjusted monster. (Something he defiantly is not).
Oh also he's 5'0, my boy is short short.
Roman's an artist and he tends to sketch the people around him a lot, like some sorta romance movie main character. (His sketchbook mostly consists of Frak and Merl but don't tell them that-) A lotta his quiet time is spent drawing, tinkering with random machines, or talking his beloved's (proverbial) ears off about his latest ideas.
I almost forgot to talk about his attacks- how silly of me. Ok so my boy's head is basically a Gaster Blaster, from which he can admit devastating blasts of magic. It's his most dangerous weapon, and something he can easily manage to do with his high levels of magic.
Mostly he just tries to stay outta range so he has time to snipe a hit with his blast attack. Staying out of range often means hiding behind Frak, who he stays very close to in battle. Mostly it's so Roman can lead an enemy into one of Frak's attacks or heal him.
Speaking of which! Roman has a kindness/patience soul. He just likes to pretend that his only soul trait is patience because I traumatized him of course.
Alrighty, I think I'm done for now- if you read all that I'ma give you the biggest pat on the back. Feel free to send me asks about him! The aus I have with Smoki are seriously my biggest brainrot atm.
#This is prolly one of my longest posts to date daum#I went a lil bit feral there#But yeah if anyone has any questions or anything feel free to shoot me an ask!#I will happily lore dump#I'll prolly be posting more about Roman Frak Merl and everyone else soon#I'd post more art of them but I honestly havent had much time to draw for a hot minute#bookcat draws#roman oc#undertale ocs#undertale au#betatale#friend ocs#Frak oc#Merl oc
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Dere, babe, my love
S-Spare pyramid head Bakugou hcs?🥺🤲🏾
Ana oop 👀. I wasn't expecting you to send me the ask LMAO. But welcome to my main bby 💖. (Honestly maybe I should start using this blog more o3o.)
Here to deliver those headcanons uwu.
For context, there was a patreon post about Pyramid Head Bakugou's haircut n stuff. Not gonna go spoil too much about it. Go support Miggi if u wanna see >:D. N E WAY. Threw this in the comments of that post:
"Lmao just thinking about how he uses only his most trusted blade (the big boi he carries around to slash ppl) to cut it. It seems like it would be MAD difficult but this absolutely built man somehow manages it.
Despite being in this death trap of a town for years, mans knows blunt blades (and even worse rusted ones) are a bitch to use on your hair and he’s not trying to go bald too soon.
So one day you catch him doing it (after becoming his of course) and you’re just like “??? What the??? Hell???”
Eventually you get used to it too and start having him cut your hair with it also when you need a lil trim (but nothing more cus you don’t want your head hacked off, though you know he could never be imprecise enough to do THAT to you).
After he’s filled you up enough to give you kids he straight up just refuses to cut their hair period because he doesn’t want them anywhere NEAR that blade. So all your kiddies hairs stay dummy long until they’re like 18.
Bro what if like,,, you manage to sneak out and escape the town literally just to get him some regular, if not hair cutting scissors from another HELDJSKDHKDHDK. Just going into the town, tattered clothes, hair mostly messy, skin kinda grimy cus of how you got used to being in Silent Hill. You look like you’d been kidnapped and tortured or smth and people just look at you like “…” You manage to scrounge up some extremely crumbled money and dulled old coins you had in your pockets from the day you entered silent hill to pay for scissors, a comb, and a brush for your little family. And then just walk out. Only AFTER do people become unnerved enough to think about calling the police for a possible missing person or kidnapping. Cus u looked way to scary to just be ol’ regular schmegular homeless.
And then you go back home bearing gifts, which Pyramid Head Katsuki admittedly appreciates but also decides to punish you for cus who the fuck said you could go anywhere without his permission? Time to get pumped full of another kid >:)."
If you've got more thirsts or wanna bring up more topics for more Pyramid Head or really any Bakugou or other character headcanons hit me up <3
This ask box, my @weird-dere-fics inbox, my dms. you're always welcome Miggi~
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Dating Poly!DoDaeng
Request: “Hi can you make a Yoojung & Doyeon(Weki Meki) Poly Dating? Thx”
A/N: this is my favourite ship of ALL time bye
- C
Get ready for the #1 Tol and Smol girls
seriously Yoojung and Doyeon really are the most loving and bestest girls aroundld like you couldn't be LUCKIER
CEOs of tiktok like y'all be going viral every other day of the week
which often involves learning new tiktok dances until like 3am in the morning but god damn it's worth it for your girls
Yoojung really being the greasiest out of all three of you and making you and Doyeon 'cringe'
though we all really know you two are just whipped for every little thing that she does
not only are they the best girlfriends, but you guys are best friends as well!!
you always have SO much fun together like there is never a single minute of boredom in the relationship, it's simply not allowed
which also means your dates end up being chaotic asf like who even KNOWS where you'll end up
however when you don't feel like going off the rails and being the crazy trio you usually are, staying at home and cuddling is also an amazing way to spend the day
especially when Doyeon goes in the middle and you and Yoojung cuddle into her, it really couldn't make you feel more protected and loved
and then Doyeon gets to give you two as many forehead kisses as she wants,,, which is usually a whole whole whole LOT
Yoojung loves to be held or holding either of you, she seriously cannot go 5 minutes without some form of contact with you and Doyeon
like she will hold your hand for HOURS don't even try her because she will take on that dare
100% THAT couple that matches your outfits, phone cases n y'all even got matching socks for sure
as well as sharing clothes, nothing comfier that being all wrapped up in your girlfriend's hoodie let me tell you THAT
n when Yoojung steals one of Doyeon's hoodies and Doyeon is like "Did anyone see that hoodie of mine???"
and Yoojung is standing there in a hoodie that goes down to her ankles and she's like "mmm nope sorry!!"
Doyeon and Yoojung always reach you weki mekis choreographies, especially when you come to keep them company in the practice room when they've been stuck in there practicing for a while
which also means the rest of Weki Meki end up being your great friends too
you always get invited to performances and special stages, and it's so amazing being able to see the two girls you're in love with fulfil their dreams of being performers :')))
Karaoke dates for SURE BRO
Yoojung be like let me just SCREECH into this mic for a hot minute while you and Doyeon end up rolling on the floor laughing from your girlfriend's antics
you usually end up staying there until you get kicked out, either for being way too loud or for literally staying there till the early hours of the morning like guys.... let the poor employees go hOme f 😔😔😔
Doyeon loves to take you and Yoojung shopping because she can pick out so many outfits for you two to try on that you wouldn't wear usually
the shop often ends up becoming a runway, all three of you strutting your stuff up and down the aisles in the most ridiculous of outfits
Doyeon also refuses to walk ANYWHERE unless her arms are wrapped around both yours and Yoojung's shoulders
not only does it make her go uwuwuwu to have her babies tucked into her side, it also assures her that you're both safe n sound :D
both of them would probably get jealous quite easily, but at the end of the day it would be more playful than anything
plus all you gotta do to put their minds at ease is give them all the kisses they could wish for uwu
speaking of kisses, Doyeon is definitely the one who acts shy about it, but then grabs either you or Yoojung and just kisses you like there's no tomorrow
and you and Yoojung are like.... why are you so good at that do it AGAIN
Yoojung is definitely the CEO of neck kisses (mainly because it's the only place she can reach bye JDSJS)
Scrapbooking dates!!!
sounds cheesy asf but it's so adorable, you guys take Polaroids wherever you go and keep a scrapbook with all the pictures in it
n you love to write little notes and details about that day and what happened so you guys can look back and remember all the amazing times you've spent together
like that time Yoojung took you and Doyeon to an amusement park on a date but then got too scared to ride any of the rides herself
but you just won her a big teddy bear from one of the claw machines and she was a happy little bub once again 🤩
And those days when Doyeon whips out her leather jacket and you and Yoojung are just DROOLING LIKE SHE IS SO HOT HOW-
Yoojung would 100% be the hopeless romantic out of the 3 of you, not going 10 minutes without confessing her love to either of you
10/10 the most loving and secure relationship, and the three of you truly have the closest bond that nothing will ever break 😔🥺♥️
NSFW From Here:
Yoojung the CEO of foreplay let's be real here
she will tease you and Doyeon until one of you is just like 'fuck it' and drags the other two to the bedroom
well... Doyeon certainly wouldn't be limited to the bedroom, she will take you and Yoojung wherever she feels like it
Yoojung loves being choked for sure
and Doyeon loves choking,,, the perfect match mayhaps
Yoojung absolutely loves sending nudes to you two when you least expect it as well, always wanting to catch you off guard and rile you up to no end
you best believe Doyeon saves every single one of yours and Yoojung's nudes, just a lil something to help when she's away from you guys and misses you ;)
Doyeon absolutely LOVES watching you and Yoojung put on a show for her, it actually drives her insane
until she's finally had enough and needs to make you two feel good herself
Yoojung is 100% so into experimenting with different things, like blindfolds, sensory play, wax play like anything she can try she will
and somehow, even though Yoojung is the one who loves marking you and Doyeon up, she always ends up being the one with the most marks on her
you cannot deny Doyeon has such big dick energy... which equals big strap energy iykyk
Shower sex is an absolute MUST in this relationship like when they both come back worn out and sweaty from practice it's their favourite way to wind down for the evening ;)
like when you were apartment shopping together for the first time the main thing that you guys wanted was a big ass shower to get freaky in... but that's your business honey
aftercare usually consists of Yoojung passing tf out and needing to be tucked into bed n you and Doyeon snuggling up beside her until you all fall asleep uwu
but you best believe that when you wake up the morning... that's just time for another round because Doyeon LOVES morning sex
because it's sleepy n soft n lil whines and you guys just being so close and intimate 🥺
#femifics#weki meki#ioi#yoojung#doyeon#choi yoojung#kim doyeon#dodaeng#weki meki reactions#weki meki imagines#weki meki scenarios#weki meki fluff#weki meki smut#ioi fluff#ioi smut#doyeon fluff#doyeon smut#yoojung fluff#yoojung smut#doyeon imagines#yoojung imagines#girl groups#girl group#kpop girl groups#girl group scenarios#girl group fluff#girl group smut#girl group reactions#kpop idols#kpop girls
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The Passcode
Prompt by Anonymous: Okay, so I've read a lot of wonderful bodyguard AUs with these two, but it is always Bucky as the bodyguard (understandably). Anyone up for trying the reverse, Tony as Bucky's bodyguard somehow? Maybe it's an AU where Iron Man's identity isn't known, and when Bucky for some reason or another (maybe he isn't even the WS, maybe he's just suddenly famous and/or in danger) needs a bodyguard, Tony sends his own personal one - the Iron Man.
A/N: I’ve opted for a 616-kinda setting, but not really? It’s come out more like a mix of MCU and 616 and I don’t even know how that happened...but anyway ;D Secret identities are a thing and Tony (and Bucky) is a pining mess ^^ Hope you’ll enjoy it! <3 ~Lantia
“You want me to…what?” Tony stares at the Captain like he grew three extra heads.
“It would be temporary, just until we locate the HYDRA strain and deal with it,” Cap raises a placating hand and initiates the puppy dog eyes he refuses to admit he has.
Not even half a year after Bucky Barnes - the Winter Soldier joined the fold, HYDRA is already scheming to get their former assassin back. So Cap may stand here and sound all casual but Tony’s not fooled.
He’s anxious and worried and wants to wipe HYDRA off Barnes’s back as soon as possible…because God forbid they would succeed and get their slimy tentacles back on the man.
“But if Iron Man is otherwise engaged - ”
“No! I mean…I’ll have to double-check with him but I’m sure he’ll make some space in his busy schedule after I lay down the situation to him.”
It’s times like these Tony wished everybody would know he is Iron Man. Or at least the Avengers. As it is, Cap’s sweating it over here thinking Tony will refuse to let Iron Man bodyguard his bestest friend until HYDRA’s dealt with because Tony and Barnes aren’t exactly friends.
That’s where the split personality sets in. Iron Man and Bucky are friends. They hang out after missions all the time. No way Iron Man wouldn’t lend a helping hand to his metal bro and aside from Cap, Iron Man is the only one Bucky would voluntarily spend time with.
Tony is…well, he’s just the eccentric engineer that has a giant hidden crush on the former HYDRA assassin and occasionally fixes up his metal hand so Cap really has no reason to believe he’d go out of his way to help Barnes beyond that.
These secret identity shenanigans are giving him a headache.
“But if you need him - ”
“Cap! It’s fine. I’ve got no big plans ahead other than working on the new version of the armor and I don’t need Iron Man to cover my ass while doing that. In fact, I don’t want him anywhere near the lab…the guy’s a menace around tech,” he laughs, a little too high-pitched for his own liking but Capsicle pays it little attention.
“I’ll owe you one, Tony. A big one,” he smiles at him, squeezing his shoulder gently.
“Hey now, anything for friends. Besides, Iron Man is going to do all the work so take it up with him,” Tony shrugs.
“I will. Thank you, Tony.”
Another mission, another week of pretense to get ready for. Just his luck.
(read-more ahead!)
“I told Stevie I don’t need no bodyguard,” Bucky rolls his eyes, but greets him – the Iron Man – with a smile the next day on the common floor.
“He didn’t want to lock you up…which was the only other option. And it’s not like I mind. Any HYDRA that dares slither near us I’ll happily blast away to dust.”
He chuckles, flipping a gun into his thigh holster. “You and I both, man. Stark okay with this?”
Is he okay with this? Nope. He needs Bucky to stop calling him Stark. And more importantly, he needs to stop these…these…feelings. “Pffft, sure. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Dunno. I don’t think he likes me very much.”
Is this guy for real?! Tony’s been positively giving him the bedroom eyes for months!
Behind his back. Secretly and cowardly. God dammit.
“If he didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here,” he points at himself, the entire sentence entangling his brain with its ridiculousness. There’s only so many more times he can refer to himself in third person while pretending to not be himself before he goes certifiably insane. “Even if he didn’t like you, I doubt he would hate you enough to let HYDRA just have a go at you. The man hates HYDRA with a passion.”
Bucky hums, not looking very persuaded. “Anyway, we’ve got a hella lot of time on our hands…I’m thinkin’ we make the most of it. Any ideas?” he grins.
A wide range of variously dirty ideas, yes. “No video games. Thor is destroying enough controllers for all of us, I don’t need Tony on my back because of that too.” Not to mention Bucky is way too good at Mortal Combat.
“Movie?”
“The last time I checked, you like Star Wars. I don’t want to be seen watching that anywhere in this time, space and dimension.”
“A TV show then.”
“If you say Star Trek, I will puke all over the inside of this armor.”
“Widow recommended somethin’ new to me a while back…what was it…a Game of Dragons?”
Tony laughs, moving on to the sofa. Leave it to Widow to have some proper cinematic sense…and sense of humor. How many times do they say ‘Winter is coming’ in there again? “Game of Thrones. Sure. I’m up to re-watch that. JARVIS?”
“I shall queue up the first season for you then.”
They sit down, lifting their feet on the coffee table – since Cap is nowhere around to scold them about it – and JARVIS rolls the intro.
“Winter is coming? Seriously?” Bucky laughs at the title of the first episode, but enjoys watching the rest of it anyway.
They spend the next few days in the Tower – watching TV, sparring in the gym, having lazy conversations over ice coffee. With majority of the Avengers deployed to deal with the HYDRA problem, they’re mostly left alone.
Spiderman hangs out with them one afternoon after school – that he still stubbornly denies to still be attending, Wolverine goes for a couple rounds with Bucky in the gym and Deadpool drops on them out of nowhere after they’ve had a couple of drinks and were failing at karaoke - singing Careless whisper with them…twice.
Cap keeps them updated on the mission and by the looks of it they’re hot on HYDRA’s tail. Tony’s both relieved and…disappointed. Cap’s efficient work means there will no longer be a threat to Bucky’s wellbeing – that they know of – and so there will be no need for Iron Man’s services anymore. Which is good. Bucky safe and sound is good.
Tony will have to find another excuse to keep the man company – preferably one that doesn’t include imminent threat of kidnapping or death.
So much for him being the cocky flyboy flirting with everything that moves…when it comes to Bucky, he’s completely useless.
It’s easy to quip with him in the armor. Bucky likes Iron Man. Tony on the other hand…just the idea of striking up a friendly conversation with him as Tony is…scary. He never did good with rejection after all. And it would be the worst…to be accepted as Iron Man, rejected as Tony. As if he’s two people instead of one.
It’s all over on day six.
“We got them, Iron Man! We secured the base, got all the evidence we need and when Widow’s done with the agents, we’ll have even more.”
“That’s…great news! Well, take your time, Cap. We’ll be waiting for ya right here,” he tells him, hanging up on the call after Cap gives him an ETA of their return.
In few hours, the HYDRA scum are going to be stuffed in prison and the Avengers will return victorious. They’ll celebrate, Iron Man will make some likely excuse to why Tony wouldn’t be attending – not that he expects to be invited – and by tomorrow morning, Tony will be locking himself up in the lab for a week, moping like a lovesick teenager.
When did he get this pathetic?
Before his brain can conjure up some disturbing reply, Bucky appears in his line of sight, beer in hand. “Everythin’ alright?”
“Uh…yeah. Everything is…perfect. Cap and the team found the HYDRA base and are in the middle of raiding it as we speak,” he tries going for a happy tone, failing quite miserably. The helmet does have its uses at times like these. His face would betray way too much right now.
“Oh,” Bucky frowns, which is definitely not the reaction Tony is expecting. “I mean, yeah, that’s…good. So. How about we start the celebration of mission well done a lil’ early?”
“Sure…looks like you already started,” he points at the beer.
“Heh. Anyway…we could invite Stark up here. Did he even leave the lab for one second in these past few days? Or is he back to working himself into oblivion on some fancy new tech stuff?”
“Yep, you said it. There’s no bringing him out of the lab when he’s working on an exciting project. What do you say, JARVIS? Think Tony might be up for a party?”
Poor JARVIS had to get used to this hidden identity bullshit as well. He finds it amusing most of all. That little…
“Uhm…JARVIS?” Bucky frowns at the lack of a reply from the AI and unbeknownst to him, so does Tony.
“JARVIS! Report,” he demands but the comms remain ominously quiet.
“That ain’t good,” Bucky whips up a knife out of nowhere, grabbing onto his forearm and trying to push him out of the open.
Tony doesn’t budge. He has the perfect view of the hallway leading to the emergency stairwell exits and that’s why he sees it coming. It being three different grenades flying their way. Without JARVIS to do some quick thinking for him, he pushes Bucky as far away from the expected impact as he can, shielding him with the entirety of his body.
A flashbang goes off first, followed quickly by two explosions. What are they trying to do?! Get the Winter Soldier back in pieces?!
He stands up, repulsors at the ready while Bucky scrambles behind the sofa for cover – and the gun conveniently hidden underneath it. They shower the hallway in gun and repulsor fire, keeping the intruders at bay.
Just as Tony makes his way towards the stairwell to introduce them to Iron Man’s fists up close, a deafening explosion rings throughout the room, shattering all the windows and sending him flying against a wall.
A wave of HYDRA agents flood the room from both the stairwell and the outside – likely coming down from the roof and before Tony can get back on his feet and blast them all to hell, they’re surrounded and most – if not all – of their weapons pointed at Bucky.
Those bastards came prepared, he curses, his brain already going through possible ways out of their predicament.
“Better stand down, trash can. Or your buddy’s toast,” one of the agents steps up to him, hands in his pockets – must be the wannabe leader.
“Better toast than back with HYDRA,” Bucky spits, his gun sill pointed at the closest agent in front of him.
Tony would prefer neither option. But there’s too many of them. Even if he targets them all, chances are one of them gets a lucky shot…and that’s all it takes. He lowers the repulsors – they are not his only weapon after all and this way he might get some more time. Maybe…hopefully…
Bucky growls, definitely not approving of the gesture. “Just shoot ‘em all, Iron Man!”
“Good move,” the leader snickers, taking another step toward him. “Now…you’re going to tell me the passcode to Tony Stark’s lab.”
“What?!” Bucky blurts out, the gun flying sideways to aim at the leader.
“What?” Tony frowns, confused more than anything else.
“You think we bothered with all of this just for you?” the man glances at Bucky. “Nah…now that we’re here, we’ll be leaving with everything we can get. So,” he turns back to him. “Surely Stark’s very own bodyguard knows the code to get into the lab. Turns out just disabling the AI isn’t enough to get in there.”
Despite the situation, Tony finds himself grinning from ear to ear. “What do you want with Stark?” he asks, trying to hide his mirth.
“Oh this and that. Now, trash bucket. The code or we’re shooting this one through and through.”
He would usually point out how ridiculous that threat is – if they were to do that, he would just shoot them all and they’d get nothing. But Tony would lose…everything. So he keeps his mouth shut and instead focuses on the tiny plan already taking shape in his head.
“That’s a little greedy of you, isn’t it? Tell you what…I’ll give you the passcode,” he offers, ignoring the pair of widened eyes that pierce through him. “Take Stark, do whatever the hell you want with him…but you’ll leave Barnes here.”
“Hell no,” the former assassin growls some more, this time deep and threatening.
The leader smirks. “Done.”
“No! You can’t do that!” Bucky yells at him.
“I can and I will,” Tony shrugs, noting the sting of betrayal in Bucky’s voice. “How do I know you’ll honor your end of this bargain?”
“If we get Stark, what’s the point of having this…broken thing,” the man sneers at Bucky. “He’s obsolete. And we’re looking for a new model, if you know what I mean. Stark can provide us with that and more.”
“Fair enough.”
“What are you…you’re supposed to protect him!”
“Yeah…I’m tired of doing everything he tells me, what am I, his slave? Stark’s a jerk and a damn handful…chances are, you’re not even gonna want him once you find that out for yourself,” he tells the leader, ignoring Bucky altogether.
“You owe him…everything! He made you!”
Oh Buckaroo, you have no idea. “Exactly. And I don’t need him anymore,” he gives Bucky a look, the neutral face of the helmet betraying nothing.
The amount of hurt and disbelieve on his face is painful to see…and at the same time interesting. It would almost seem like he cares. About Tony. Which is unexpected, but plays right into his hands.
“We have a deal then, Iron Man,” the leader finally addresses him properly and they shake hands.
“The code is 12161991,” he tells him, barely containing his grin.
The leader nods at his lackeys. “You and your team stay here – just as a precaution of course. Once we have Stark, we’re out of here before the Avengers get back.”
Just as Tony predicted, most of the agents move along with the leader, which leaves only seven agents guarding them. And seven is much better than twenty. He can work with seven. They can.
Despite the raging schizophrenia he’s beginning to sport because of their hidden identities, they are good for something after all. Everybody knows Tony Stark is the genius – and Iron Man is just a guy in a can. If they knew Tony Stark is in fact inside the armor, nobody would ever be so easily fooled by him into anything, under no circumstances. This way, he is being underestimated from the get go.
Perfect.
“How could you!” the now quite furious supersoldier growls at him, the gun actually pointed at him. “I thought…I thought…,” he trails off, his steely gaze never wavering though. “If anything happens to him, I’ll never forgive you!”
Tony reels back, falling out of character for a second before JARVIS’s voice brings him back to the mission at hand.
“Emergency reboot complete, Sir. I have regained control over the armor’s systems but I’m afraid my systems in the Tower are still not fully functional.”
“Never mind that, just target these assholes and let’s get this over with, J!” he commands only for JARVIS to hear.
The targeting initiates, locking onto all but one of the agents – the one positioned behind Bucky.
Tony tries maneuvering to the side a little but the still furious assassin moves with him. Looks like he has no other choice.
“Nothing will happen to him,” he says carefully, eyeing the agents for suspicious reactions.
“Do you have any idea what they’re gonna do to him?!”
“Bucky…”
“This is HYDRA! Not some wannabe villains of the week!”
“Snowflake?”
“If they get away with h - ” he pauses, blinking at him. A small frown caresses his forehead as he stares at Tony.
“You must be a real special kinda snowflake to jam a screwdriver up your arm thinking you could fix it,” Tony says, echoing the first sentence he’s ever told the assassin.
Not Iron Man. Tony.
Bucky cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed before they widen with realization.
“Sorry, you were probably about to shoot me. So why don’t you get down to it?” Tony adds and it only takes a second for the assassin to register the command and drop to the floor, leaving the last agent exposed to the armor’s gunfire.
It happens fast from there on. The agents have just enough time to look surprised before JARVIS deploys the shots against the locked on targets and a moment later, they are mere corpses on the ground.
“Targets neutralized,” JARVIS confirms.
“Thanks, J. You’re the best. Let me know when you’re a hundred percent back online.”
“Will do, Sir.”
Bucky gathers himself up from the floor, glancing around at the carnage before his gaze rests on Tony. Before either of them can speak up, the steady hum of the quinjet sounds from the outside and the room is suddenly full of very concerned-looking Avengers.
“Is everyone okay?!” Cap approaches them, glaring at the corpses. “We got here as fast as we could after Widow got the intel on their plan B.”
Right…back to Iron Man mode.
“Was this supposed to be it?” he waves at the dead agents. “So much for plan B, I’d say.”
“There should be more of them,” Widow warns them, still in full alert.
“Yeah, they’re in Stark’s lab,” he shrugs.
“What?!” Cap blurts out. “How did they get there?”
Tony sighs, raising his hands defensively. “Just relax, okay? They got a bit greedy and wanted Stark as well as the Winter Soldier…so I gave them the passcode to the lab that lets them in but also triggers a trap, locking them in there.”
“With Tony?!”
What’s with the supersoldiers today?! “He flew to London this morning. Some emergency SI business or something.”
Cap breathes out, nodding. “Good. Let’s go take care of the rest of them then.”
“Lead the way, Captain,” he prompts him and they all head down to the lab, subduing the now very salty wannabe leader and his minions.
For a week, Tony successfully evades the former HYDRA soldier. He even stoops as low as having JARVIS make sure the coast is clear whenever he emerges from the lab to go to the kitchen for snacks and coffee. It’s not like he wants to avoid him. But there are certain conversations he is so not ready to have, no matter how helpful they would be in the long run.
In fact, there’s not much to converse about anyway. Bucky knows.
There’s no way he doesn’t know, unless he has a brain the size of a peanut. Like Hawkeye. Nope. Bucky knows. So Tony sticks to his ninja play and spends his days sulking in the lab.
Maybe he should go on a vacation as well. If Iron Man can go on a vacation, why can’t he? He is Iron Man!
And if that isn’t the source of all his problems ever, he doesn’t know what is.
When he returns to the lab one evening with a Hulk-sized mug of coffee in hand, he almost spills it all over the workbench when he spots a certain soldier lurking in the shadows in front of him.
“The fuck - ” he places a palm over the arc reactor, the frantic beating of his heart drumming through the reactor’s calming hum. “Where did you come from?!” The lab can’t be accessed any other way than through the doors and with the correct passcode. Not unless someone dares to wiggle through the vents – now impassably rigged with tripwires and explosives, since a certain purple-clad superhero decided to use them instead of hallways.
Bucky emerges from the darkness with one of his rare huge smirks and nods at the entrance. “The door?”
“You don’t have the passcode!” he glares at him.
“I have a passcode. 12161991?”
Son of bitch. That’s…resourceful. “Why would you wanna lock yourself in here, you weirdo?”
“Because you’re here,” he shrugs, the smirk turning toothy.
“O…kay?”
“Thought it’s the perfect opportunity…with Iron Man on that vacation of his. He better send me a postcard or somethin’.”
He stares at Bucky like he’s just grown a second head, which only makes him smirk harder.
“Better be a good fucking postcard. In the meantime, I’m thinkin’ dinner. You, me, burgers…milkshakes?”
“Wh – what?!” he blurts out, shaking his head as if trying to wake up from this Twilight zone he fell into.
Bucky sighs, the smirk easing into a soft smile never before seen on his face. “You really think I jammed a screwdriver into my arm because I was trying to repair it? Who do you think I am, Hawkeye?! And what was the excuse after this one? That I tried stopping elevator doors with the arm and that’s why it looked like it’s been almost split in half with a vibranium shield? It was the shield…and it didn’t just slip from my hand either, I slammed it down real damn hard. The doombots didn’t even touch the arm the week after that, I actually stuck that bot claw into it myself and then the excuses to come down here to hang out with you got even more ridiculous.”
“You…what?!”
“I like you, you jerk,” he rolls his eyes, folding his hands over his chest, metal intertwined with flesh. “How much more obvious do I gotta get?! So when you just…ignored me, hell even flirted with everyone but me I figured there’s no chance. Guy can take a hint, you know?” he shrugs, the smile turning sad for a moment. “That said…I really can take a hint.”
Tony forces his brain to finally start working again and quickly absorbs everything the man has just said.
He knows.
And instead of interrogating him about it or demanding explanations he’s…he’s…using the newfound information to apparently continue flirting with Tony and actually asking him out. On a dinner date.
Tony. Not Iron Man.
Well, technically both, because he knows…he knows.
Tony emits a startled chuckle, lips twitching into a grin. “Uhm…I uh…guess I can be an idiot sometimes? Like, one out of a million times. Which isn’t really that often. Of course it isn’t, because I’m a genius after all. We do get to be stupid every now and then. Every ten years maybe, or twe - ”
“Tony?” Bucky interrupts his ramble, still with that stupidly perfect smile directed at him.
He could listen to the man saying his name like that all day. Or forever.
“Yeah?”
“What about that dinner?”
“Wh…dude. That rant a second ago? That was me saying hell yes I wanna go to a dinner with you…how obvious do I gotta get?!” he laughs, becoming unusually shy under the intense look Bucky’s inspecting him with.
“Hella obvious,” he winks and slips past Tony, lingering close to him on the way towards the doors, shoulders only just touching.
Metal and flesh.
“I’ll pick ye up in an hour,” Bucky looks back before JARVIS lets him out of the lab, leaving Tony absentmindedly nodding, staring at the door.
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe being just Tony beats being Iron Man. And maybe being both…and being seen as both isn’t as climactic as he thought it would be or have to be.
Because Bucky likes him – in and out of the can. And for tonight, that’s all that matters.
~Fin
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