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Ok...but how that Gojou?

Hnnngg

I love a man.

[tisfan]

Valentine's prompt #12 with Winteriron?

@androidtwin, @fightingforcreativity, @scriptatur, @hddnone Valentine’s prompt #12 with Winteriron? Your crush givingyou advice for the night of Valentine’s Day when they think you already haveanother date

Show Me Your Ankles

“So, hypothetically,” Tony said, looking up from where he wasdoing a replacement servo on Bucky’s thumb, “if someone was to ask you out,what sort of things might you be interested in doing. As, you know, a date?”

“I know what a date is,” Bucky said, trying not to read too muchinto the conversation. Tony talked about anything and everything when he wasworking on Bucky’s arm. Although, admittedly, dating had not yet come up inthose conversations. “We had ‘em, back in the stone age, an’ all.”

“Yeah, ha ha, but back in your day, you called it courting, andheaven forfend you should see her ankle by the third date.”

“Are you offering to show off your ankles?” Bucky leaned back tolook down the length of Tony’s legs. “I could get into that.” Tony was, infact, barefoot in his shop, which seemed both a little dumb (Tony worked withheavy engines and metal shavings) and oddly cozy.

“Uh, no, no ankle showing here,” Tony said, and as if to emphasizehis point, he tucked his leg up under his thigh, sitting on it. “I was justwondering– I’m told I’m terrible at dating and you know, relating to normalpeople… not that you’re, well–”

(more below the cut)

“I ain’t normal,” Bucky said. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Must besomething I said.”

“Anyway… back to me here, this is about me.”

“Being bad at dating, which ain’t really seem likely,” Bucky said.

“Oh, sure, you want to have a night of wild, drunken monkey sexand breakfast in Paris, I’m your guy–”

Wish you were, Bucky thought, alittle resentfully.

“–but that’s just throwing money at the problem. For Christ’ssake, Justin Hammer could jet you to Paris if he wanted to.”

“Ew. I think I’ll be skipping dinner.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Tony said. “I’m not good at the… the other stuff.Dating with intent to actually… relate to someone. Have a relationship. That’sbuilt on more than just money, or fame. Someone… someone who likes me, and thatbeing there with them is part of the whole good time thing. I mean, having agood time, because I’m there. Not because I’m paying for it.”

Oh.

“You got your eye on someone?”

“It’s possible,” Tony said. “I just, you know, I don’t want toscrew this up.”

“So why are you askin’ me? I haven’t had a date since I wasbrainwashed.” Depressing. Bucky was sort of hoping Tony might, finally,be willing to consider it an option.

“You’re the most down-to-earth person I know,” Tony said. “So, ifit’s something you want to do–”

“Your crush’ll like it?”

“I’m hoping, yes,” Tony admitted.

“Well, best to stick to your basics, right? If what they want isthe Tony Stark razzle-dazzle, you’ll want to keep it on the down low. Moviesare always a good option, gives you something to talk about before, no need totalk during, and then you can discuss the movie afterward. Or… bowling. Bowlingis a good option.”

“Bowling? Really?” Tony looked dubious. “I was thinking more like,a motorcycle ride up to a nice picnic lunch. And then dancing at some littlebackwater dive bar. Nothing fancy, but nobody would know who we were. You know,white guy country line-dancing things. Silly, fun, no expectations.”

Bucky’s mouth all but dropped open. That– “That sounds amazing,really,” he admitted. Shit, shit, shit, he was going to lose Tony to whoeverTony was romancing, because Bucky would have been swept off his feet bysomething like that.

Tony shifted in his seat, looking delighted. 

Bucky tried to smile, he really did. He wanted Tony to be happy,honest. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but be disappointed. It wouldhave been nicer if Tony could be happy with him. Bucky waited until Tonyclosed up the panel in his hand, then stood up. “Well, I hope it goes well, an’if they don’t like it, well, you can always come back to the Tower and show meyour ankles.”

He couldn’t help it, he reached over and brushed one metal fingerover Tony’s ankle, where it stuck out from under his thigh. Tony shivered,hitching in a breath– Bucky looked down and there was, in fact, writing onTony’s ankle.

“What’s this, you got a tattoo? I didn’t know–” He squinted atit, a few black and blue loops were all he could make out.

Tony flushed, pulling his ankle back under his leg. “It was a longtime ago, and I was really drunk at the time. Rhodey gives me hell about it. Orhe used to.”

“Yeah? What is it? I wish– the serum, you know, I can’t get atattoo. It’d just fade out, like… in a few months.”

“Uh, no,” Tony said. “I’m not showing you my ridiculous sixteenyear old tattoo. If you got a tattoo–” he was changing the subject, which wasnot working, because now Bucky was really curious – “what would it be of? Youever think about it?”

“All the damn time,” Bucky said. “You’re gonna think it’s silly.But– I think I’d tattoo my name, right here… I am Bucky Barnes.Because… because I forgot. And I think I’d feel better if I could never, everforget that again.”

Tony sucked air. “Oh. Uh… okay, so–”

“Now I’ve told you about mine, so you can show me yours?”

“Okay, but you have to say yes.”

“To what?”

“The date, haven’t you been paying attention?”

“Wait, what? You were asking– you didn’t ask me! You just told mewhat you were takin’ someone else on–”

The look Tony gave him was dry enough to spark a fire.

Oh.

Oh.

“All right, yes, it does sound lovely,” Bucky said, teasing. “Butreally, you could just try asking, instead of getting all diabolical. I swear,you’re one lab accident away from supervillainy. Now show me your ankle.”

Tony took a breath. “Okay, this is old, remember that, I want itmade perfectly clear that I did this before there was any potential of…anything, so don’t get all freaked out, okay?” He tugged up his jeans cuff

“Never tell someone not to freak out, that never works,” Buckysaid, but he leaned in.

On Tony’s ankle, in pretty flourished script, blue andblack. 

James “Bucky” Barnes

“You– you have my name… tattooed on your ankle?”

He was beet red and his eyelashes were fluttering nervously, andit was the most gorgeous thing Bucky had ever seen. “Yeah, well, I grew up onstories of Captain America and the Commandos. Teenage boys get crushes.” 

“So do adult men,” Bucky told him, cupping his jaw. 

[five-wow]

And another concept: one day, Danny fed up with the mausoleum that is Steve's house texts him "Carte Blanche" no context whatsoever and Steve bless his heart goes "Sure, Danno." Hence why Danny goes off and remodels the McGarrett house. Out with the ancient and in with some new stuff that won't give Steve an aneurysm. Danny "immunity and means" Steve's house.

Fdjfkd, I will be honest and say that I kind of want Steve to be there for the remodeling because it feels like a vitally important emotional process for him, BUT ALSO I love this anyway. Danny taking charge and doing a thing that Steve might not have done but is very important for Steve’s wellbeing is so very in character and lovely.

I’m imagining Danny keeps sending Steve cryptic texts (blue or green? mahogany or walnut? two or three?) and Steve keeps answering them thinking Danny is probably just very bored and playing some kind of weird get-to-know-your-bff game, and when Steve eventually returns, he finds that he unwittingly chose blue curtains for the kitchen, a walnut dining table and a medicine cabinet in the master bedroom’s ensuite that has two mirrored doors.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Sterek with unexpected professions AU?

1. Stiles fucking hates needles and blood, but he does love to give people meaningful tattoos so that’s what he does. He’s known to turn more people away than acutally accept, because he refuses to let anyone leave with two black bands around his arm, but the people who do get a tattoo from him praise him and his delicate, intricate work.

2. Derek works in a rescue center for animals. Animals hate him and he doesn’t like animals much, but they are better than working with people and having to interact with them on a daily basis. If he wasn’t a werewolf he would be scarred all over, because these animals really do not enjoy his company. Derek doesn’t care.

3. Derek’s left side of his body is reserved for tattoos that relate to animals he managed to safe and get back out there. His right is reserved for those he failed. He’s slowly running out of place on the left one.

4. Stiles fucking hates tattooing Derek, because not only are there needles and blood, but he also has to get the blowtorch out and he fucking hates that. He would love nothing more than to turn Derek away but, goddamit, his tattoos mean something and Stiles would never allow anyone else to mark Derek anyway. He’s still mad at whoever did that triskele on Derek’s back.

5. Stiles’ shop is almost an hour away from his flat, but Derek will be damned if he ever again lets anyone else work on him. Stiles loves hearing about the animals he saves and more importantly Derek loves talking about them to Stiles, so he does always make the drive out there.

6. When Derek’s favourite wolf dies and he arrives at Stiles’ shop with redrimmed eyes and even grumpier than usual Stiles silently immortalizes that loss in Derek’s skin before he closes up the shop and drags Derek away to get black out drunk.

7. Derek never really leaves afterwards.

[27dragons]

*tumble rolls into the dragons' den* 1, 8 and 32 from the Writer Ask? *blows kisses*

(from this list)

1. Do you listen to music when you write?Not usually. I like music, but I’ve got weird hearing issues and I prefer quiet to sound most of the time. I really only listen to music when I’m driving and don’t have anyone to talk to. (Or when @tisfan sends me a link and demands that I check it out immediately right away now.) I do sometimes put on some music if a) I’m having trouble getting into the right mood for a piece, or b) some other noise-thing is happening that I can’t control, so I’ll put on earbuds and tunes to drown it out.

8. Oldest WIPOf the WIPs that I actually intend to ever finish (as opposed to the ones that have been left to languish at the bottom of the drawer), the oldest is a Harry Potter fic (Drarry) based on this amazing art. I swear to Thor I’m going to finish the damn thing. Eventually. Want a snippet?

“I’m sorry,” the healer said, sounding genuinely regretful. He reached across the table to offer comfort, but stopped short of actually touching Malfoy’s arm. He looked around as he drew back and briefly met Harry’s eyes with a tight smile.

Harry looked away, suddenly aware that he had been rudely eavesdropping. Listening in on Malfoy’s conversations was an old habit, but probably one he should consider breaking now that they were adults. He hastily tossed back the last of his drink and stood to leave.

Which was the wrong move, because the commotion caught Malfoy’s attention. He turned sharply, and his lip curled the way it always did when he saw Harry. “Still sticking your nose into other people’s business, Potter?” he sneered.

32. Most difficult character to writeHoo, that’s a tough one! All of them have their challenges, from time to time. But Thor is especially hard to write for more than a brief scene if I’m trying to take him seriously (rather than jumping into the fantrope of a poptart-loving golden retriever). Especially if I’m trying to write from his POV, trying to imbue him with the knowledge and gravitas of a 1500-year-old prince without erasing his joy in life and optimism. And Bruce is hard get right, too, because I think fandom does him an injustice by making him calm and zen; he literally told us that he is always angry, and I always want to let some of that anger shine through.

*blows kisses back*

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

Ransom and Holster: Creature AU?

1. Ransom isn’t a small dude by any means, but Holster is huge. Logically, Ransom knows that Holster is only about 2 inches taller than him, but sometimes he just seems to take up way more space than even a 6’4 hockey player should physically be able to occupy.

2. It takes Ransom a while (mostly because nothing about and no one in the Haus can be called usual/normal/regular exactly), but eventually he starts noticing some weird things about Holster. Like that one time they were playing frisbee on the quad and it got stuck in a tree. At least 8’ above the ground. And Ransom turned around, scanning the area for a groundskeeper or janitor to ask for a ladder, but when he looked back, Holster was holding the frisbee. And he doesn’t care what Holster says, there weren’t any pebbles lying around that he could’ve used to get it down.

3. Holster also seems strangely indestructible, especially for a hockey player. Don’t get him wrong, Ransom is extremely happy that Holster never seems to get hurt, but everyone else gets at least bruises, cuts, and sprains. Never Holster, though. And don’t even get him started on that time one of the LAX bros nearly run them over with his car. And when he says nearly, Ransom means the idiot actually hit Holster, but Holster just brushed it off and insisted it wasn’t that bad. Despite the dent in the guy’s hood.

4. The thing that finally convinces Ransom that something about Holster definitely isn’t normal is the Reading Room Incident. Ransom is sitting outside on the roof, long after Nursey’s gone back inside, still a little high and floaty. Which is probably why he slips when he stands up to greet Holster as he comes back, loses his footing, and topples off the roof. And right into Holster’s arms. Because Holster is suddenly about 10 feet tall.

5. Holster sets Ransom down on the ground, and Ransom doesn’t see it happen, but from one moment to the next, Holster’s his usual self again. There are a lot of ways someone might react when they find out something like this about their best friend. Ransom’s way is to kiss Holster. Because whatever Holster is or can do, he’s been hiding it from everyone for years, but risked exposure to keep Ransom from getting hurt.

(6. “Wait, so, if Giants are real, does that mean the attic is actually haunted? Holtzy? Hey, dude, come on! Are ghosts real?” – “It’s 3:00 in the morning, Rans, go the fuck to sleep.”)

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Gamers AU with long distance get together?

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AN: It turned out to be a youtube Gamer AU, I hope the prompter doesn’t mind.

Bucky scrolled through the comments on his newest video. Most of them were positive or neutral and he replied to a few of them.  He was always anxious to find a negative one, he worked with a webcam when recording himself playing games and there was always the risk of someone commenting on his appearance, which wasn't what Bucky was worried about. He could deal with people making fun of his hair or his disheveled clothes, unshaven face. No big deal. And the few asshats that find his videos and see it necessary to comment bigoted shit on it when he talks about his LGBTAIQ+ related topics weren't anything new to him either. Block and move on. What he was more worried about was someone noticing.  

He hadn't been using the webcam for long and he was always careful not to show anything, always keeping his shoulder covered, always keeping to the left of the screen. It had helped his channel grow a lot but he didn't want people to know about his missing arm. It was hard enough dealing with it in real life he didn't need to be exposed to hundreds of abelist comments on the internet too.

There were no comments that indicated someone noticed. A few general comments about how people loved his videos even though watching him try to do redstone was cringeworthy. It was nice seeing that people still enjoyed his content even though he made mistakes. He had tried to take everything with humor when his contraption hadn't worked after the third time building it. But that was Minecraft for you, he had made up for it by starting a new creative project for the end of the episode. The blanket he used to cover his shoulders had once again drawn some attention, it had become somewhat of a meme at this point because it had pictures of cats on it. Other than that there was nothing out of the usual in his comment section.

Bucky refreshed the page again and was surprised to see a new comment had already been upvoted several times.  People were commenting on it as well and when Bucky looked at the username he also knew why.

Ironman42 had commented on his video.

Bucky panicked and threw his phone across the couch.

"Fuck."

(More after the break!)

If that was a negative comment his youtube career could be over. The guy had 7 million subscribers which were about 6.99 million more than Bucky had. He didn't have any business commenting on one of Bucky's videos, how did he even know about him?

Not to mention that ever since Bucky saw the man in a PAX East panel live stream he had a tiny crush on him. The way he had swaggered across the stage, blowing kisses to the camera... it should have been obnoxious and arrogant, but it had stirred something in Bucky and maybe he had been a little bit jealous because that was something he could never have.

Bucky had to calm his racing heart for several minutes before he dared to pick up his phone again and actually read the comment.

Hey WinterSoldier,

I see you've got some problems with the falling edge monostable circuit, maybe I can help you with that. Do you mind if I contact you?

-IronMan

PS: You're cute! ;)

Bucky threw his phone away again, got up, walked around his room running his hand through his hair, then picked up his phone and read the message again. It still said the same thing.

PS: You're cute! ;)

Hesitantly Bucky pressed the answer button and typed out his reply.

I have no idea what you're talking about but I'm always willing to learn. Just message me. :)

The video was an episode of his Minecraft Let's play series, it was one of his lesser watched series, Bucky was mostly known for his strategy games Let's plays like Rimworld, Stellaris and now Surviving Mars. He had also tried his hand at more technical games like Factorio but he wasn't good enough to draw an audience with those. Ironman42, or Tony how most people referred to him, however, became big with his Minecraft series, hosting several multiplayer servers and it was every Minecrafters dream to be invited to play with him. An invitation to the server basically meant instant fame in certain circles of the youtube community. Now he mostly played Battle Royale games with his best friend Rhodey also known as Warmachine and more or less dominated the Fortnite and PUBG scene. Unfortunately, those games were too far paced for Bucky to keep up with and so he had never gotten into the hype.

Bucky had little time to think about what that meant for his channel because only seconds after he had pressed sent his phone vibrated again and he had an email on his business address. Something that rarely happened unless some indie game developer found him by accident and gave him a free code to try out their game.

This time Bucky held onto his phone only barely when he saw who the mail was from. Ironman had already messaged him. This was at the same time exciting and extremely terrifying and Bucky needed a moment to calm down again. He went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water then sat down at this desk and pulled up his emails there. It made him feel a little bit more professional.

The email was long and the nerdiest thing Bucky had read since that one time he had ventured too deep into a comment section under an Oxygen not Included video that discussed the behavior of pressurized gases on a meteorite.

Bucky wasn't a Minecraft crack, he mainly played it casually to build nice things and chat with his viewers. He had no idea about redstone or circuitry when he wanted to automate something he followed tutorials from others. He read the email a couple of times but he had no idea what Ironman was getting at, only after the third time he got through to the end and noticed the sentence at the end.

If this is too much how about we chat in (Discord? Skype?) and I'll show you on a server. Hope this is not too forward.

-Tony

Bucky sat in front of the email for a long time, not sure what to do with it. Was this an invitation to one of Tony's servers? Bucky had no idea what he had done to deserve that, how he had gotten Tony's attention. It was freaking him out and causing his anxiety to sky-rocket so much he thought about taking some of his meds to calm down. He certainly wouldn't be able to record anything in this state so he pushed the foot control further back under his desk and wrapped himself in his blanket to watch calming kitten videos until Steve came back from work and would make him some food. One thing just didn't want to leave his head.

PS: You're cute! ;)

[androidtwin]

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