#thats his emotional support jarvy

[tiger-balm]

@ canes : this kid 😂

[doubleshotofsomething]

Publicity Stunt

Publicity Stunt | Part Five

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff?? Idk man just like a bunch of mushy mushy feely stuff

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader is a Fixer/PR and longtime friend of Pepper Potts. There’s literally two parts left and thats just sad.

PS: So i was sick the past week and i decided to google my symptoms (even though it was literally a cold), and i found out that there was a US President that died of a flu shortly after his inauguration and i have never valued modern medicine more in my entire life. Idk why im telling you guys this, it was literally in my head and i just felt like “hey. maybe they wanna know??” and here we are. we have a strong immune system that can withstand the illness that once killed a president. now thats a superpower. pow pow. 

PPS: please ignore the PS

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 Bucky hated your assistant.

He loathed the poor guy more than he should have, more than he thought was possible. The random resumes that found their way through the slit at the bottom of your door, each one containing a female graduate far more qualified than the other, were just a small indicator of that.

You practically rotated around Jonah; wherever he was, there you were a few feet away and visa-versa. You had skipped morning jogs, always starting and ending your days in the boardroom amongst paperwork and your assistant. You were watching less Disney movies, spending less time with Morgan and the team, even Wanda had to drag you out of the boardroom just so you can drink coffee with her in the morning.

“You know, he makes her coffee now,” Wanda had said bitterly to Bucky, glaring at Jonah as he walked out of the kitchen with a fruit salad. “And he doesn’t even make it the way she likes it.”

Bucky frowned, turning in his bar stool to look at her, “you don’t make it the way she likes it.”

Red eyes glowered back at him, daring him to continue. “You starting to sound a lot like that walking lump of meat.”

“I’m not trying to offend you,” he raised his hands in surrender, “I’m just saying, she only drinks your coffee because she likes you.”

“Bullshit.” Her nose flared, “Bullshit and I’m gonna prove it!”

You had drunk her coffee and assured her that you liked the way she made it, told her not to listen to Bucky because you never did. Then your phone rang and you bolted out of the room before he could even say anything.

 You weren’t you anymore, not the you that he was getting to know these past few months. You weren’t cooking with him anymore; your nights were strictly takeout nights. You weren’t scolding everyone like you used to, too occupied with whatever Jonah was saying or with whomever you were on the phone with to even cringe when Morgan clung to. You weren’t calling him a monument anymore and he was hating Jonah for it.

It was past midnight when he found you. You were sitting on the floor, barely awake, with papers scattered all around you and the TV on that news channel you always played in the background.

You jumped slightly when he sat down next to you, and that bugged him.

You let out a breath and laughed softly at your racing heart, with your hand on your chest, and that annoyed him.

You barely glanced at him when you said you thought he was sleeping, and that tipped the boiling pot.

“I made a list,” he said, one leg bent under the one stretched out behind you.

You nodded, focusing back on your laptop and the papers in front of you. “Are you gonna check it twice?” You retorted, “find out who’s naughty and nice?”

Your heart hadn’t stopped racing since he sat down. It had been days since your last encounter alone with him, you’d like to think that was the reason your stomach was knotting –given that your last encounter wasn’t a fond memory of yours – but you’ve known that sensation since his sea blue eyes met yours. Your heart had since forgotten its rhythm, beating at rates you couldn’t understand but accepted, nonetheless. The only problem now, was that you don’t remember how you smothered, how you ignored, those feelings before.

“I already checked it, and had Jarvis check it,” he said, his head tilting to the side a bit to get a clear view of your face, “but you haven’t interviewed them yet.”

“Jonah is irreplaceable.”

“The five years and three assistants you had when he dusted say otherwise.”

“Barnes—”

That’s not how you used to say it, he thought as he stared into the side of your face.

It used to sound so beautiful when you said it; so natural, so fluent. He couldn’t remember how many times he told people to call him ‘Bucky’, it was already an automatic response to being called anything else. But his tongue felt heavy every time you called him Barnes; his frostbitten heart warmed just a little, just enough to let him breathe again – live again. Suddenly, he didn’t want to correct you, to ask you to call him Bucky, because his last name had never sounded so good, so right, cloaked in your voice.

It would sound so much better, next to your name. He almost smiled at the thought.

Now, though, it sounded… worn. Like a part of it died when he fell of that train. Like it somehow survived the fall but wasn’t fully itself – in and out of consciousness – with only glimpses and fragments of what it used to be, pieces that were only scraped away with a rusted knife every moment they occurred.

“You might as well call me Soldat, if that’s how you’re gonna say my name,” the words left his lips before he could even stop them, acidic in their true form.

Because you said it in the same way you had once said Winter Soldier.

You visibly tensed, slowly turning to face him. You weren’t sure what to expect when you eventually looked at him, hostility perhaps – even blankness would have been acceptable. You certainly did not expect a sea of emotion staring back at you.

You glared into the kind of blue you never thought you’d like. “Don’t,” you began through gritted teeth, “don’t you ever say that to me, ever again.”

You didn’t want to feel the way you did whenever he was around, or whenever you thought of him. You had tried, countless of times, to rationalise it, make it into something you could understand. He was a monument of a man, you had tried to justify to yourself, a legend in the making. That had to be why you felt like your chest was going to explode with rage, why you couldn’t stop seeing red when you finished reading his files. It had to be because those timid blue eyes and that cheeky grin were forced behind a wall of ice, that the government was planning on putting him behind another inhumane wall, right? You were all sorts of angry because of the violations made by others, not because of the horrors suffered by him, right?

His blood was bluer than blue, because he was a war hero story waiting to be told. Not because you thought he was worth far more noble, far more royal, than any monarch.

He was Celestial-like because he lived through things no other human could, he survived terrors that people couldn’t even imagine. Not because he was the first person to ever make you believe in something… believe in him.

He was a monument, because… because, damn it, you had a thing for monuments and that had to be the reason you felt the way you do.

“Then don’t say it like that,” he fired back, moving an inch closer to you. “Say it like you used to.”

“I’m—”

“And get rid of him,” he interjected, reaching for your laptop and closing it.

“Jonah is not leaving.” You accentuated every word, glowering up at him. “That’s not even up for discussion.”

But you are, he wanted to say, you’re leaving me.

He shouldn’t feel like this about you. He wanted to believe that this, the feelings, was only temporary, was only one-sided. But he couldn’t. Not when his every decision, since he met you, revolved around whether you would approve. Not when his every thought, every word, every idea seems perfectly crafted to fit you in any and every way. Not when you let him rile you up – he’s watched your previous press conference; nothing gets under your skin. It couldn’t be one-sided, this unrelenting pull he feels towards you had to be reciprocated, especially when you’re staring at him like you just read his mind.

You weren’t Wanda, you couldn’t read minds, but you would have liked to. Especially when you swear you just witnessed an entire ocean dry up in those moody blues of his.

“Then what is?” His voice is softer, the knee of his bent leg laying just beneath you criss-crossed legs.

“What?” You breathed out, wondering when he had gotten so close so quickly. Was his file the one with super speed?

“What is up for discussion?” He clarified, removing the supporting hand to pluck the out of your hand and tossing it behind him. “Can we talk about how you’ve been avoiding me, since you passed out in the woods?”

You were staring into a filling ocean now, one that was filling rapidly and with hush waves you had never seen before.

“Can we talk about how you scared the shit out of me that night?”

They were relentless as they stared back, crushing into you so mercilessly that you thought you might drown.

“Can we talk about—” he swallowed, fighting to find the right words, “—what I want, for once?”

His hands were hot on your cheeks, your hands felt soft and delicate as they rested on his shoulders, your legs on either side of his. When had he moved you onto his lap?

“What?” You rasped out in confusion, unsure of how you ended up on his lap, unsure of why you wanted his hands back on your waist but still on your cheek.

Your chest was pressed to his, close but not close enough. “I wanna go back to that night,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “I wanna go back to that moment, when it was just you and me. When you held onto me so tight, like you were scared I’d disappear if you let go. I wanna hold like that—”

“Ba—”

“I wanna hold you like that, every morning, so fucking close, so bloody tight—” his metal arm moved to wrap around your waist, hugging you closer to him, “I wanna wake up to you, in my arms, every time. Not just in the morning, in the middle of the night too, when you’re turning or when I just wake up because—” his right hand moved to cup your jaw, his thumb gently treading below your bottom lip, “—because I… I wanna give you my last name, make it yours, put a ring on every one of your pretty little fingers. Maybe give you one or two of those babies you pretend not to like, fuck, sweetheart. I wanna know what you feel like—”

“Bucky,” you tried to warn him to stop, but it came out as more of a whine than a scold.

“I know,” he breathed out a short laugh, pressing his forehead against yours and shutting his eyes. “I just—” he swallowed, “—I wanna love you so fucking bad, give you everything, give you all of me and more. Because, fucking hell, you deserve it all. I wanna build you that monument you never shut up about, wanna make an honest woman out of you—”

His lips brushed yours accidently, at first, then tentatively – as if checking to see if you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you – and when you didn’t pull away, he went all in. And, damn it all to hell, your lips were softer than he had imagined, better, intoxicating. He didn’t want to stop, he kept pressing closer into him, even though there wasn’t a breath between you both. You didn’t think you could stop, not when it felt like this; like something you couldn’t place, but somehow knew what it was, and it was exactly what you had been lacking all these years.

“Lemme—” his right hand tangled into your hair, his attempt to bring you closer, “—love you, darling, I can love you good.”

Next part

[ad1thi]

More title asks bc im bored : 'everytime I turn around you disappear'//'that's the kind of love (I've been dreaming of)'//If Tomorrow Never Comes (basically kal ho na ho but im shit at translation)// I'll send more when i think of them zkzkzk

oof okay strap in

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everytime i turn around you disappear:  (this is super long so ive broken it up into paras)

so its spooky season right??

so an au where tony “dies” after im3 and leaves his assets to the Avengers Initiative. After the events of winter soldier, Pepper divides his assets amongst the team; since the will explicitly states “The Avengers Initiative” and not the Government. 

Bucky doesn’t run away at the end of the film; and instead Sam and Bucky hole up in the Malibu mansion while Steve work with Nat and Pepper to legally exonerate his name. (there’s a side pepperstevenat here btw). JARVIS is alive ofc, and one of the things that helps Bucky out of his disassociate states is listening to stories about Tony. 

This is cuz, initially Bucky still associates Tony to Howard, and its a sense of familiarity- but slowly Bucky starts falling for Tony; and the idea of Tony starts pulling Bucky back into normalcy. Sam warns him that its no good for his psyche to fall in love with a ghost; but is otherwise understanding and supportive.

And the more Bucky learns about Tony, the more he gets obsessed with Tony. He learns everything there is to know about Tony- and he starts noticing some gaps in the story; things that don’t add up. Like the way JARVIS seems to go offline for a couple of seconds every couple of days, even though Steve swears that Tony’s tech was the best of the best. The way that Pepper always seems to be, distant and worried about something. The fact that Rhodey didn’t show up for his own bestfriend’s wedding.

He does some investigating; and basically he figures out that Tony isn’t dead- but that Aldrich somehow survived and kidnapped Tony while Tony was under anaesthesia from the surgical suite. Pepper had him declared him so she could get access to his funds, and Rhodey and Pepper have been looking for him ever since. 

Eventually, Tony breaks himself out- because essentially he would’ve been Aldrich’s guinea pig which had the bonus of being continuously pumped with variations of EXTREMIS that, once stabilised, just made him strong enough to escape

But Tony’s been under capture for almost 2 years now; and the only people he responds to are Rhodey, Pepper and surprisingly- Bucky.  (it later comes out that those times that JARVIS went offline was Tony hacking into his systems through EXTREMIS and trying to send a signal but he was never strong enough to keep the signal. but he was there long enough to catch glimpses of Bucky’s adoration of him)

And there’s a lot of emotional healing but eventually buckytony happens and rhodey&tony are besties yay

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thats the kind of love (ive been dreaming of): this would be a rhodeytony fic; probably just pure fluff- maybe mit era?? or pre im1 era?? or just post im2

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kal ho naa ho: 

i would straight up write kal ho na ho. with tony as shah rukh, rhodey as saif and pepper as preity; complete with the heart condition- kanta bhai thinking that rhodey and tony were gay for each other and tony’s undying love for pepper. i would also write a healthy amount of rhodeypepper because i actually really like that ship. 

or actually, i could even do stevetonybucky with steve as shah rukh; bucky as saif and tony as preity. i could see that happen as well. 

idk im conflicted now but basically i would just straight up write kal ho na ho (maybe i SHOULD damn)

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send me titles and i’ll tell you what fic i would write for it!

[awstark]

You know how when Tony went thru the portal during the first avengers movie he lost contact with JARVIS?? So when he went to space on the donut he lost contact with FRIDAY too. Which means he fought thanos all on his own without the help of his A.I which he appeared to rely on heavily during Civil War when he was fighting Steve. Is this revolutionary or does everybody already know this

You know what? It is pretty fucking cool.

In the CW fight, it’s only emotions for Tony. He’s hurt, he’s angry, he acts out of grief. FRIDAY is essentially his support, the level-headed part, helping him keep track and calculating Steve’s fighting pattern. Here, he wasn’t ready to take on that fight, hell, he didn’t think he’d have to face that.

In Infinity War, Tony knows the fight is on. He knows he doesn’t have FRIDAY and that he has to try and be one step ahead. Which, to be fair, is really fucking hard when you got someone as powerful of an opponent as Thanos.

The fight with Thanos essentially shows how capable Tony actually is, just on his own. But upon thinking about it, I don’t know how effective FRIDAY would have been against Thanos himself, considering he has fighting patterns and essentially powers unknown to her and the knowledge on Earth. I believe she would’ve needed a lot of time to actually have it calculated down. If he had been able to have FRIDAY along, she would’ve been used to probably keep track of surroundings, of the people around Tony, etc.

Because both JARVIS and FRIDAY works as extensions to Tony, they him able to act quicker and extend his perception of the battlefield. Tony uses something that’s called brain computer interface, which translates brain EEG signals to control the suit - especially shown in Iron Man 3. With Tony’s extraordinary mind and knowing how the suit works, he can control it as if it was a part of him. Which is why, for example, Pepper wasn’t able to control the repulsors in Iron-Man 3 (or at least from what I can base it on). This technology is actually something that is in the making, but nowhere near the advance the kind Tony has.

In Infinity War, Tony is down to his own devices. He doesn’t have the extension of his AI, the Google to his computer, essentially, is gone. All he is left with is the hardware and his own mind, together with the team.

But also, I remember reading this and thinking: But, Tony is that capable. So it never really surprised me? He doesn’t need to rely on an A.I. during fights, he can still do partake and fucking kick ass. Because, again, he’s still the one controlling the suit once he’s in it, not FRIDAY, or JARVIS.

He’s not an Avenger because he’s got an A.I.

His ass is capable as fuck.

Also I’m really tired and I love Tony and I have so much more to say about how his suits function and everything but yeah.