help ok this based on a prompt @kitkatpancakestack sent me a million years ago but basically it’s like: buddie got married in vegas in early s2, quickly annulled the relationship and didn’t tell anyone + never talk about it, but then on the 10th anniversary of their annulment buck plans Something. it’s literally so stupid but like. what else is new with me
Eddie wakes up to flowers on his front doorstep.
He closes the door. Opens it again. Checks the date on his phone. It isn’t Valentine’s Day, or Father’s Day, or April Fool’s. It’s just—July 18th. As far as Eddie’s aware, it’s a nothing day. A random Tuesday in the middle of a sweltering summer, and yet, there’s flowers—at least two dozen bright red roses that are starting to wilt a little in the heat.
“Dad?” Christopher says, appearing at his side. He’s got a hand hovering over the wall for balance, the other clutching a particularly vibrant mandarin orange that Buck left for him last week. Sometimes, Eddie will look at him and still see his seven-year-old kid, not the seventeen-year-old in front of him. “What are those?”
“Flowers,” Eddie says, once he unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Uh, roses.”
“Yeah, Dad,” Chris says, with enough teenage-attitude Eddie almost grins. “I can see that. But why?”
“I have no idea, bud,” he replies.
“Are you gonna bring them in the house?”
“No?”
“Why not?”
Eddie thinks that’s probably a valid question. “I don’t think we own a vase.”
This time, Eddie sees Chris roll his eyes. “Then use a cup, Dad. Obviously.”
OK LISTEN U BRILLIANT. GENIUS??? I just read you’re fucking reverse shooting fic and I. I am in shambles. The way you adjusted the entire scene to fit their personalities??? The use of the word “wine-red”????????? Eddie trying to atone??? The image of Maddie holding his face in the bathroom while he wears Bucks too long clothes??? THE FACT THAT BUCKS TOO BIG FOR A HOSPITAL BED??? HAvent read a good one on the shooting like that in a while and you fucking killed it.
also. your fic with the office twist and the one where eddie leaves 118 (which is like. my fav coda from 5x11) is just so brilliant you are suuuuuuch a good fic writer and I think ur the coolest
omg PLS this is the loveliest message, brb as i get this framed (also me?? cool??? from miss ao3 user colonoscopy who wrote it's nice to have a friend aka softest buddie fic ever? stawpp)
im so glad u liked reverse shooting fic!! honestly it's a fic i feel probably the most torn about re whether i love it or hate it but ur lovely comments (both on here and ao3) made me be like 🥺 maybe its not too bad after all. (also documentary and 5x10 coda fics my beloveds!!!! 🤩) thank u so so much for ur kind words, YOU are the coolest actually
the parallel between the fact that it was athena and lou and buck and taylor is so. wonderful. not lovers ! just semi-work-partners baby
i didn't even consider this but yeah! like the bt scenes were unequivocally not scenes between a happy romantic couple. at least in other eps this season they've tried to spin the romantic angle? e.g. with taylor having food for buck when he gets home in whatever ep that was... even though all of that came off stilted anyway. this time though... honestly the bt scenes gave treasure hunt vibes? i.e. FRIENDSHIP, if anything, or, yes, semi-work-partners
For @buckbuckbuck: a simpsons episode predicts stucky
So the shit did hit the fan, dispersed randomly across tabloids, legitimate publications and tumblr as expected, in about the proportions expected. The vitriol burned a couple holes, the outpouring of love and support almost soothed the hurts, yadda yadda. No big deal. Tony had sex tapes causing more of a splash than this sorry little affair.
And it was sorry. Because seriously?
Seriously?
"Seriously? That's who you're been saving yourself for? Of all people?" Tony said. "I don't see the appeal."
"Bullshit." Barnes stared at the eviscerated insides of his arm in curiosity. "Why is this thing twitching?"
"This thing is a mini power cell, and it's twitching because the loose wire is overloading it."
"Okay."
"What do you mean, bullshit?"
Barnes looked up at him and blinked a couple of times. "Bullshit, as in you must see the appeal."
"Of Captain Tight-ass? Not really."
Barnes smiled like he was posing for a Dreamworks animated feature poster. "One might argue that's the appeal."
"If you're going to be vulgar about it, you can fix your own goddamned arm."
"Okay," Barnes said and stared picking up parts.
Oh, fuck you, Barnes.
"Fuck you, Barnes."
"You just said you don't see the appeal."
"I said I don't see the appeal of Captain Tight-ass. You wear eyeliner and leather jackets, that's sex appeal 101."
"Steve wears a leather jacket."
Tony's eyes rolled back into his head so far he was admiring the coils of his own brain. "Rogers wouldn't know a leather jacket if it sat on him." And before Barnes could make good on the promise of the no doubt vulgar and unbecoming innuendo which was this close to making it out of his mouth, Tony continued, "it's not enough to wear a jacket made of leather, you have to have attitude to go with it. Swagger, if you will."
"Sunglasses and no ballcap, you mean."
"Exactly."
"Steve is very attractive."
"So is that sculpture with the head-tilt and clever use of projected lines of sight, it's still made of marble and thus not fuckable."
Barnes looked down at the inner workings of his arm. "He's not made of marble."
"Yeah, well." In Tony's opinion Rogers might have been might of marble. Marble was stiff, unyielding, and a pain in the ass, should one be so inclined. Tony was maybe a little bit jealous he was being dethroned as the avenger-king of sex scandals, even though he earned his stripes scandalizing people, instead of drumming up a fake controversy by having homosexual relations. That, for those who actually cared about the integrity of their reputation, was cheating. Rogers was a fake, a poser, and unworthy of being called scandalous. "I'm just saying, what's he even do in bed, lie back and think of the flag?"
"Something like that."
"How does that get fun?"
"I guess you had to be there." Barnes grinned up at him, and fuck this man for being so absurdly pretty. It's gotten to the point where Tony could stare at him and not think of the murder tape at all.
The phone in Barnes' lap beep, he looks down and frowns.
"Don't read it," Tony said, and went back to poking at the power-cell. Clever idea, mini power-cell. Gave the digits come independence. He'd have to consider replicating it with more reliable technology.
"Huh?"
"Twitter, or whatever. Not worth it."
"Oh. No, it's a cartoon? I think. Well. That seems excessive." On the screen there's a gif of Simpsonesque art of Captain America, cuddling a life-sized Bucky Bear on a bed. The lightning strikes outside, revealing the walls to be covered in portraits of underaged comic-book Bucky Barnes, he of the blue booty shorts and domino-masks, and pans out further, leaving the fortress of starred-and-striped solitude behind. "You're tagged in this one: 'Hey, @iamironman, thanks for the spoilers!' and a wink emoji."
Tony dropped his quantum spanner onto his foot and cursed.
"Tony?"
"FRIDAY, please tell me—"
"The video has already gone viral, sir," FRIDAY replied.
"Fuck!"
"Tony?" But it was too late: the very next tweet contained a link, in which the scene continued panning out, until it stopped at what was unmistakably Tony himself, sitting in front of a massive screen with a drink in his hand and a bikini-clad model on his arm. "And that," cartoon!Tony said in Tony's own voice, "is why we keep him in the ice."
"In my defense, that was so season fourteen. And it was a joke."
Barnes raised a brow.
"I wouldn't seriously make fun of—"
"Sir, Colonel Rhodes is on the line. He says he'll be wiring the money to your 'bets won' account, and adds," and here FRIDAY's voice gives way to Rhodey's, "'Nice try, but since Barnes is in fact legal, drinks are still on you'."
