#yobucky

[iam93percentstardust]

AND!!! “Call me that one more time, see what happens.” for buckytony k bye ♥️

“Hey, hot stuff,” Tony says the first time Bucky walks into the workshop.

He pauses, one foot in the doorway. When he’d moved in, Clint had warned him that Tony gave nicknames to everyone but he and Tony don’t really interact enough for Tony to call him anything, let alone...that. He glances behind him, wondering if Steve came down behind him even though he said he wouldn’t but no, there’s no one there.

Tony looks up from whatever it is he’s doing and smiles reassuringly. “Yeah, you. Come on, what’s up?”

When Tony doesn’t say anything else, just waits patiently, he decides that it must have been a fluke. “My arm,” he says, having to heft it with his right arm. “Think a wire got pinched or something.”

~

“I notice hot stuff over there is being suspiciously quiet,” Tony says, cutting across Bruce and Nat arguing. “Buckaroo, what do you think?”

It takes Bucky a moment to realize that Tony is actually talking to him and then he frowns. So, not a fluke then. But what’s up with the nickname then? 

~

“Hot stuff, can you come try the alfredo sauce?” Tony asks, holding out a spoon. Almost instinctively, Bucky looks around, still convinced that Tony can’t possibly be talking to him. Tony rolls his eyes and motions with the spoon again, seemingly not noticing the sauce dripping onto the floor. “Bucky. Come try the sauce.”

~

“Bucky Babe, hot stuff, light of my life,” a drunken Tony slurs as Bucky helps him out of the limo. “Why don’t you like me?”

Bucky freezes, almost dropping Tony on his ass. “I don’t - why would you think that?”

Tony eyes him balefully. “Cause you don’t.” And then his eyes roll back into his head and he slumps. Bucky scrambles to catch him before he can hit the ground, hoisting him up into his arms and sighing as he sets off for the elevators.

~

The thing is, he does like Tony.

A lot.

He likes the way Tony smiles and the way his hair is fluffy in the mornings before he has the chance to style it. He likes Tony’s snark and sass and how he always has a quip ready but can turn serious in a heartbeat if he needs to. He likes the way Tony curls up on the couch during movie nights and how, if Nat has a bad day, he snuggles up beside her before draping a blanket over the two of them.

He likes Tony. He just hadn’t realized Tony likes him back.

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“Hey, hot stuff,” Tony mumbles when he drags himself into the kitchen the next morning.

“Hey, sweet thing,” he replies easily, flipping the omelet in the pan.

He feels, more than sees, Tony still. Feigning a casualty that he doesn’t feel, he nudges a cup of coffee in Tony’s direction, waiting to see how Tony reacts. After a moment, Tony relaxes and reaches out for the mug.

“Thanks, babe,” he murmurs before inhaling half the cup.

“Anytime, doll.” He has to turn around quickly to hide his grin when Tony nearly chokes on his cup.

~

“Light of my life, will you pass me the remote?” Tony asks, making grabby hands for the remote on the other end of the couch.

Clint points out, “You could get it yourself,” but Bucky stands and says, “Sure thing, darlin’.” He pushes the remote close enough for Tony to grab and continues on to the kitchen, ignoring the way Tony’s cheeks go bright red. “Anyone else want a drink?”

~

“Hey, hot stuff, what are we doing here?” Tony asks him when they’re in the workshop. Bucky is working on one of the cars. Tony is doing...something with a mass spectrometer, he thinks. It might be a different instrument.

He wheels himself out from under the car. Tony is fidgeting nervously, tapping his fingers along the edge of his table. 

“I thought,” Bucky says slowly, “that we were trying to court each other, right?”

Tony blinks at him. “Really?”

Oh shit. “If I’m making you uncomfortable-”

“No, that’s fine,” Tony says quickly, waving his hand. “I just - I didn’t think you like me like that.”

Bucky pushes himself to his feet, crossing the room in seconds to take Tony’s hands in his. “I like you a lot,” he says honestly. “I just didn’t know you were serious about it at first. Clint told me you call everyone nicknames.”

“I don’t call anyone else ‘hot stuff.’“

“No, you don’t, do you? You call Stevie ‘Capsicle’ and Natalia ‘Itsy Bitsy’ and Clint ‘idiot.’ But I’m the only one you call ‘hot stuff.’“ He lets go with one hand, reaching up to cup Tony’s cheek, smiling when Tony leans into the gentle touch. “I just wanted you to know that I felt the same way.”

Tony turns his head to kiss his palm, eyes bright with happiness. “I like you too,” he admits shyly and Bucky can’t stop his grin from getting wider. “So, if you don’t mind, hot stuff, I think I’d like to kiss you now.”

“Call me that one more time,” Bucky murmurs, bending his head until his forehead is pressed against Tony’s. “See what happens.”

Tony smiles. “Hot stuff,” he whispers.

“Sweet thing,” Bucky groans and kisses him.

[ad1thi]

*waves* meeting in the E.R/A&E au for buckytony pls

#15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au // from this list

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There’s a lot to be said for the life of a doctor who works at A&E, Bucky thinks to himself as he blinks himself awake - but it can never be said that it’s boring. 

“I’ve got a Code 10,” he hears Steve’s voice call out, and he splashes his face with the water from his water-bottle before grabbing the nearest pair of disposable gloves and snapping them on, “Thermal burns; hands and the side of his neck.”

“Out of the way!” Bucky yells, managing to push through the throng of nurses so that he can grab onto the tail end of the gurney that Steve’s pushing, “There’s nothing to see here folks out of the way. No celebrities, just regular hospital business.”

“Actually,” the man on the gurney says, and Bucky turns to get a good look at his patient for the first time, “technically there is a celebrity to see.”

Tony Stark looks back at him, cradling his arm close to his chest, and if Bucky was a lesser man - the presence of his celebrity crush in his A&E wing might’ve caused him to stumble in shock. 

But Bucky is a professional above all else, so he schools his features and replies, “right now all you are is my patient Mr Stark, and its my number one priority to get you to the closest Trauma Room so I can take a look at those burns.”

As if suddenly reminded of the reason that he was in the hospital in the first place, Tony Stark shivers. 

“Did they not give you any pain medication on the way here?” Bucky asks, noting the flinch of pain, before lifting his head to yell for Sharon, “Sharon I need - “

“No pain medication,” Stark cuts him off swiftly but firmly, “No pain medication.”

Bucky wants to push, its his duty as a doctor to make sure that his patient gets the best possible care, but there’s something in Stark’s gaze that makes him back off. 

“I can’t force you to take the pain medication Mr Stark,” Bucky says softly as they wheel him into Trauma Room 1. He draws the curtains before he turns back to Stark, gesturing for him to lift up his hands. Gingerly, Bucky strips him off his half burnt shirt, and then turns his arms so that he can get a better look at the burns, “but I do suggest you take them, for your own comfort if nothing else.”

There’s a couple seconds of silence and then, “We have doctor-patient confidentiality right?”

Bucky looks up at Stark with furrowed eyebrows, “That generally applies to therapists but if you ask me to keep something to myself I will.”

Tony nods, but doesn’t say anything else. Bucky wants to wait him out, but some of these burns will need to serious nerve damage if he doesn’t act soon; so he turns around to pull out the gauze and scalpel. 

“Im an alcoholic,” Tony says quietly, and there’s something vulnerable on his face, “thats why I can’t accept the pain medication.”

“Okay,” Bucky says, equally soft, “then I’ll try my best to keep your pain to a minimum Mr Stark.”

“Tony, my name’s Tony.”

“James,” he says, before he can talk himself out of it, “but my friends call me Bucky.”

“My best friend’s name is James,” Tony muses, “I don’t call him by his christian name either. Must be a James thing.”

He smiles at Bucky, toothy and wide, “nice to know I’m in good hands though.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky says with a quirked eyebrow, “I’m good hands?”

“All Jameses are good hands.”

fin

[s-horne]

hellooo, are you still taking prompts? if so i nominate b12 “put your finger here while I go get the tape.” your choice on the pairing. you’re amazing k bye

“What are you doing?”

Not looking up from his wrapping, Tony reached for another piece of wrapping paper to cover the massive box between his legs. “Christmas,” he said absentmindedly.

“Right.” Steve laughed as he wandered over to Tony and knelt down next to him, shaking his hand when a bit of discarded tape stuck to his fingers immediately. “How many people are we giving to, exactly?”

Tony hummed as he looked around him, behind him. There were presents littered just about everywhere and he ducked his head to look between a few of the boxes. “We know quite a lot of people. Have you seen the roll of tape?”

“Which one?” Steve asked, twirling two empty rolls of tape around his forefingers. “‘Cause I think these are out.”

“Crap.”

Dropping them back onto the floor, Steve picked up a few discarded pieces of torn wrapping paper and tried to clean the space a little. As he did so, he couldn’t help but hope that he wouldn’t be getting anything wrapped in the one with the dancing reindeer. He didn’t think he would mind the blue paper with the glittery snowflakes, though.

Tony was still looking around them for another roll of tape and Steve joined him, brushing aside a few empty cardboard tubes.

“Have you got any more?”

“I hope so,” Tony said with a grimace, “I’m only halfway through and the stores will be shut now.”

As he looked around the living room floor, Steve’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “This is only halfway?”

Tony chuckled, letting go of the wrapping paper he’d carefully positioned to smack Steve on the knee. “You can be in charge of the shopping next year.”

Steve gave a derisive snort. “If we haven’t gone bankrupt after all this.”

“Shut up. Put your finger here while I go get the tape,” Tony said, beckoning Steve closer with a weird sort of gesture with his shoulder. “No – no, Steve, here.”

“What?”

“Where my finger is,” Tony said exasperatedly. He poked Steve’s hands where he wanted them to keep the paper covering the present when he took his own hands away. “Keep the two bits – no, Steve, come on. I can see the box through that.”

“No, you can’t,” Steve said, ducking down to look between his arms at the gift.

“Yes, I can! You could walk between those two bits of paper.”

“You are such a bloody diva,” Steve said on a laugh, elbowing Tony and earning himself a yell when the movement moved his hand from the paper. “They’re fine where they are.”

“Steve! You need to hold them straight.”

“How about,” Steve lifted his hands from the present and reached out to take Tony’s instead, “you hold the paper, and I find the tape?”

Letting his fingers tangle with Steve’s, Tony went willingly when Steve tugged him close. “That’s a good idea.”

“It has been known to happen,” Steve said, his lips a hair’s width away from Tony’s. When he leant forward to close the gap, the paper fell away from the box completely.

“I thought you were getting the tape?” Tony murmured against his mouth, shifting his weight so that he was sitting on Steve’s lap. “There’s a mountain still to wrap.”

“Later,” Steve said, the word lost into their kiss. When they pulled apart, Steve dropped Tony’s hand to curl it around his hip instead, fingers dripping below his waistband. “Let me enjoy my present first.”

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[dadd1e]

*waves* “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.” for buckytony pls!!!

AND!!! i didn’t see this one “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” for buckytony k love you bye

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#41: “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”+ #61: “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” 

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It must be noted, for the record, that New York is currently facing a record summer.  ‘Course, there are other clothes that Tony could be wearing during this time, but he would just like it to be known that his decision to wear shorts that barely cover his ass is justifiable. 

The real reason is the slack-jawed look on his boyfriend’s face when he comes down from the penthouse and into the Common Room. Bucky’s jaw falls open, and if this was a cartoon - Tony would put money that he’d been drooling and his eyes would be popping out of his head.

However, this was reality, and in reality - Bucky pushes off the chair and corners Tony instantly, and Tony has to submerge his odd urge to giggle at the way Bucky is so obviously trying to maintain a modicum of control. 

Honestly, Bucky’s lucky that Tony deliberately chose to come down after checking with JARVIS that Bucky was the only one here. 

“What you got on there doll?” Bucky says in a low murmur, arm snaking around his waist to pull Tony’s back flush against his chest. 

“They’re called shorts,” Tony says with an exaggerated pout, “why - do they not look good?”

“You look damn well delectable and you know it,” Bucky juts his hips out to punctuate his point, “and those aren't’ shorts. Shorts have - more fabric to them”

“Its hot,” Tony says with a wiggle, “I was letting my legs breathe”

“Why don’t you let your legs breathe in a nice pair of linen trousers instead,” Bucky grunts, “because if you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time”

“You said that like its a bad thing,” Tony says with a huff, canting his hips back to show Bucky just how he likes that idea.

Bucky tightens his grip to still Tony, chuckling when Tony whines.

“Oh no doll you misunderstood me,” he says, licking up the shell of Tony’s ear and revelling at the way he shivers against him, “you keep acting like a brat and i’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching”

Tony feels it that idea shouldn’t make his cock twitch against his shorts, but then again - that was a common occurrence around Bucky.

“Well if you want me to go up and change out of these shorts so bad,” Tony says demurely, tilting his head back so that his neck’s bared, “perhaps you should take me up yourself”

Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of one of Tony’s cheeks, “I’m going to give you a ten second headstart and then I won’t be held accountable for my actions,” and abruptly moves away from Tony. 

It takes a couple of seconds for Tony to steady himself and digest what Bucky just said before he starts running up the stairs, the sound of Bucky’s chuckle following him all the way back to their bedroom

fin

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smut prompt list

[softtbucky]

I love doing these so thank you @yobucky for the tag. This is way prettier than what I am in real life lmao but whatever.

link here to create yours

[rayshippouuchiha]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

[feelingsinclouds]

if i had to see it so do you. stuckony wing fic right? perfectly normal until............. tony finds out that maria had a bastard child right before they died AND THE CHILD IS FUCKING DARCY LEWIS goodbye world.

NOOO WHAT THE F NO skaalshs im-

[iam93percentstardust]

*waves* hi, i love your writing! for the prompt thing — buckytony “I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.” don’t forget you’re amazing! bye

Don’t forget I love you! okay bye 💙

“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”

Tony doesn’t get drunk often. He cites reason after reason - he’s a messy drunk, the paparazzi would love to get photos of him drinking, his 40th birthday party. The truth isn’t any of those. The truth is that Tony, when he’s being Tony and not putting on one of his personas, is an adorable drunk.

“One time, he bleped,” Rhodey tells them one night. “You know, that thing that cats do with their tongues? He did that and then didn’t notice for an hour.”

“He cried over a pomeranian,” Pepper informs them on a different occasion.

“He adopted all the cats out of an overfull shelter,” Happy says flatly. “There were a hundred and eighteen of them. He named them after the elements on the periodic table. They all live on a ranch down in Texas.”

Bucky, however, doesn’t have any occasion to see Tony drunk - at least not real Tony - until Nat and Clint’s wedding. It’s a private wedding with a bunch of ex-SHIELD agents to make for it stays private so Tony apparently feels no shame in getting drunk off of the expensive champagne he’d provided for the reception. He listens to all of the speeches while sobbing into his hands, proceeds to inform everyone that he’s so sad his friends are leaving him even though they were only changing floors in the tower, and then gets distracted by something fluffy and purring that Thor apparently brought just for him (Bucky’s pretty sure it’s an actual Tribble and that has him a little concerned but Thor isn’t worried at all so he decides it isn’t his concern).

At some point, Tony disappears and when Bucky eventually manages to track him down, he’s drunkenly threatening one of SHIELD’s mechanics, a burly guy named Mack who might actually be bigger than Bucky.

“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass,” Tony slurs, pointing a waving finger at Mack. Fortunately, Mack just looks amused.

“Okay, sweet thing,” Bucky says. He picks Tony up, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Sorry about that,” he tells Mack.

“It’s fine,” Mack says, waving him off. “If this is the worst trouble he gets into all night, he’ll probably consider it a good one.”

“It better be the worst trouble. We’re going back upstairs to bed.”

“No,” Tony pouts, somehow managing to cross his arms even when he’s upside down. “Don’t wanna.”

“Yep, we’re going. Come on, we need to go say bye to Nat and Clint.”

“Don’t wanna talk to them. They’re abandoning me.”

Bucky’s really glad Tony can’t see his grin. “They’re not abandoning-”

Tony suddenly realizes that they’re walking away from his new enemy and exclaims, “Wait! Take me back! I hafta tell him I can take him.”

“I think he knows, sweet thing,” Bucky says. He glances over his shoulder. Mack is waving at them, not even bothering to hide his laughter. 

He decides that saying bye to Nat and Clint is too much work when Tony suddenly attempts to squirm out of his arms and slither down his back so he can go right back to where he was. “Nope,” Bucky says and shifts Tony so that he’s being bridal carried instead. “You’re staying right here.”

Tony blinks owlishly at him before snuggling into his chest. “This is good too,” he informs him. He yawns, closes his eyes, and promptly starts snoring.

Bucky doesn’t sigh but it’s a close thing. “Alright, baby doll,” he mutters. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He catches sight of Nat and Clint dancing together and waves at them to catch their attention. They see him and then see Tony. Nat is nice enough to hide her laughter behind her hand but Clint doesn’t even try. He mouths back a sarcastic, “Yeah, yeah,” and motions at the elevators. Nat nods and makes a little shooing motion.

As they stand in the elevator, he solemnly tells Tony, “When we get married, you’re not going anywhere near the champagne.”