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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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secrets and slip ups- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, tony stark

warnings: secret dating, started this so fcking long ago i kind of hate how i wrote it

about: secret dating

warm skin resides underneath your palm, tender fingers lightly rubbing shapes into bucky’s chest to get a glimpse of the striking blue underneath fluttering black lashes; his eyes are always so vibrant in the morning.

rather than saying his name in a careful whisper, you brush your lips against his sternum, kissing your way up to his neck, where you feel the gentle vibration of his hum when he begins to wake. you press a gentle thumb into the little cleft at his jaw, tilting his head down so you can plant a kiss on his nose. he blinks slowly, arms tightening around your figure as bucky accepts the love you’re peppering all over his face. his eyebrows tickle your cheek when you tilt to peck his forehead, tracing a nail over the cheekbones that nuzzle against the crook of your neck.

“good morning, honey,” you greet quietly, hesitant to break the near-silence of the comfort you reside in. bucky finally blesses you with his open eyes, the color you remember from the night before brighter in the way it always is when he wakes up. a subconscious smile tugs at your cheeks, moving to kiss his nose when he suddenly tilts his chin so your lips land on his instead.

you only hum against him, noses nudging when you begrudgingly pull away.

unwilling eyes flit to the clock next to your bed, and you hold back a small groan when you catch the time, leaning your forehead against his. you appreciate the heat of his skin, tightening your grip on him during the little time you can hold him. fingers thread in your hair, while others sink deeper into your waist, tugging you even closer.

“they’re gonna start waking up in an hour or something,” you let bucky know, observing the planes of his face as the sun hits him, adding a shine you don’t want to leave to his already lovely eyes. “and they’re executing us in three.”

“that’s plenty of time,” he mumbles, eyes already closing again as he settles himself in your arms, unwilling to let go. “‘m not in a without-you mood right now.”

you let a soft laugh bubble from your lips. “me neither,” you agree, running a finger along his eyebrow. “but they’re gonna get suspicious.” they as in steve and his random habit of waking bucky up to go run. it’s happened before that he arrives to find the room lacking its owner, and your excuse barely cut it.

“let ‘em.” bucky shrugs, kissing you again, the grip he has on you tightening as if he’s thinking about it, thinking about the possibility of this not being hidden away behind locked doors—holding you in public, loving you freely like he has all the time in the world, all the support, none of the restrictions.

you allow yourself to indulge in the possibility for a second, lids fluttering shut as you relish in what you could have, but reality looms over your hazy fantasy. “we can’t,” you groan against him, and he knows, slumping in your arms.

“how’s this gonna be when i ask you to marry me? ‘you gonna marry me at a courtroom and not tell anyone? live in my apartment without anyone knowing?”

it heats your cheeks to know that bucky has thought about a future with you in it, but you push it away. “by that time,” you start patiently, hopefully. “we’ll be free of this. no rules, no hiding.”

“‘don’t think you realize how not far away this is right now, dove,” bucky mutters, making your breath falter and your heart beat faster, a sigh falling from your lips as you kiss him again before he ducks his head and nuzzles into you.

“this is not for forever, buck, i promise.”

“i know,” bucky groans against your chest. “i know we have to. ‘doesn’t mean i’m happy about it. because i’m not.”

your lips kiss the top of his head. “i know. me neither, honey.”

you let yourself revel in the moment with him for a minute more, and, as if he was reading your mind the entire time, he stands when you’re barely about to tap a finger against freckled skin, kissing your forehead in a sweet goodbye before slipping on a shirt and sweatpants.

you sit up to watch him, bouncing to your feet when he’s about to leave to kiss him one more time. long, addicting like sugar in a way that knocks bucky off his train of thought, too preoccupied with the feeling of warm skin underneath his hands. he sighs into it, trying to not be too saddened by the thought that it’ll probably be the only one until nighttime—when he’s back in here after sneaking in, hands itching for you, lips tingling to feel yours—that isn’t a peck, where he hasn’t been pulled into closets, in the dark, in the silence, in secret. he’s blushed by the time you begrudgingly pull away purely because of the need for air, lips swollen and removed with a quiet pop.

“i love you,” you tell him, smiling at the repeated words before you let go of him, watching him silently open your door, soundlessly heading back to his room as if he’d slept there for the night, as if his sheets weren’t cold because he was wrapped in yours, in you.

you settle back in your bed, trying to ignore the fact that something is clearly missing underneath your covers.

your arm goes to bucky’s side of the bed when you blink yourself awake for the second time, a frustrated sigh slipping past your lips when you remember he’s gone. you let your head fall against the pillow, hating how unfair your situation is.

whining for one more second, you force yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, spying the clock and realizing you’re going to be late, but you don’t really care. they deserve it, you think bitterly.

you’re lazy in your movements to get ready, not feeling particularly motivated to get ready today, when your day is overflowing with boring meetings that have old white men whining about things they have no idea about. you want to roll your eyes and crawl back into your bed. you’d rather be on a mission, bullets whizzing past your head instead of doing this.

but you agreed you’d do it for bucky, who was already on probation for breaking an executive’s wrist.

after your shower, your fingers find the necklace on your dresser without your permission, a soft smile making its way to your face as you put it on. you shouldn’t be wearing it—maybe you’re being too cautious, but you live in a tower full of spies and nosy avengers who will ask who gave it to you with waggling eyebrows, refusing to accept any of the easy lies you slip to them—-but the locket is gorgeous and simple and when you look at it, you can feel the cool touch of bucky’s vibranium fingers on your neck as he clasps it closed, his other hand holding your hair back. his bright smile is projected in your vision when the pads of your fingers reach the intricate details of the necklace. it’s a genuine antique he’d found at some antique store, nearly identical to the one his father gave his mother back in the twenties.

you finger it in silent thought, eyes drifting up to your mirror. tilting your head at yourself, you close your fingers around it before tucking it into your shirt collar.

you imagine the feel of the engraved words underneath your fingers as you step out of your room, heading down to the main lobby, and thinking of lies to respond to the questions that could be asked. you test one out the moment you step out of the elevator when you find wanda on the other side.

you’re quiet as you open the door, planning on sneaking into your seat with no fuss, but it’s not your first time dealing with the avengers, and tony is standing at the conference table with his hands at his hips, a long, colorful—and unnecessary—pointer, a white plastic hand with an extended pointer finger extended loose between his fingers.

“you’re late.”

you blink and then no., “yeah. i just came back from a mission yesterday and these meetings are ridiculous. you have a stick to point at things, tony, come on.”

bucky snorts from the other side of the table, not even bothering to hide it in the way that steve tries to conceal his smile with a hand.

tony narrows his eyes at you. “it’s a hand pointer and these meetings are important. attendance required and there is an absence next to your name.”

“yeah, required for those who jump out of airplanes without parachutes and throw cars like crumpled tissues.” you look pointedly at steve.

“also for those who jump in front of their teammates when they’re getting shot at like they’re bulletproof,” tony reminds, pointing at your seat with his hand pointer. “sit.”

rolling your eyes and subconsciously rubbing at the bullet wound on your thigh, you slip into the chair next to bucky, shooting him a look when he shrugs as if to say he’s right. “shut up,” you whisper at him.

“you got in trouble,” he teases quietly.

“your fault,” you argue, shutting up when tony flips to self-sacrificial idiots and why they don’t survive on his powerpoint. you’re sure someone in hr spent time on the stupid presentation and tony decided on some creative changes.

he moves on to protocols fury left in a file on the table, and you bite back a yawn at tony’s droning, impact lost each time tony scoffs and scrunches his nose when he’s done reading and just flips away from the page. it finally turns interesting when warm fingers begin to crawl over your thigh, quickly meeting your hand.

you sneak a look at bucky out of the corner of your eye, unsurprised to find his attention falsely on tony, his real concern the feeling of your fingers as they thread with his, the heat of your thigh comforting beneath his hand.

the both of you hold hands in the same room you found out your relationship was forbidden, pushing the thought down with tender circles pressed into your skin.

it’s a few hours after the meeting and since you last saw your boyfriend, only having been able to sneak brief glimpses of each other between the day. you’re unable to help the smile that curves your lips when you finally spot his form, only resisting the urge to wrap him in a hug because it is absolutely ridiculous how much you missed him in the hours he wasn’t with you. he makes his way over to you with an easy smile, curling a “friendly” arm around your waist because he just can’t help it.

“hey doll,” he greets, offering only a look towards sam in front of you. sam’s eyes run over the both of you, making a smirk quirk at his lips, and the urge to annoy bucky strong as he pulls you back to him.

“don’t go stealing her now. i was talkin’ to her first,” sam warns, making you laugh and bucky scowl. you pat sam’s arm around you and send a subtle glance at bucky.

“she’s not yours,” he informs sam, biting back the taste of possessiveness that resides on his tongue and makes his skin tingle for your touch. it’s the most he can do.

“she could be,” sam winks at you.

you shake your head, spouting the guidelines you’d read continuously in attempt to find a loophole that didn’t exist. “not according to avenger rules or whatever. avengers can’t date each other, not after the disastrous nat and bruce relationship.”

“nah, but we would be good together,” sam argues. “we’d be a power couple,” he insists. “a power couple.”

you nod your head sadly. “too powerful. it’s why we can’t date.” bucky feels guilty at the satisfaction that runs through him, although the tinge of annoyance is streaked across his face.

just as sam is about to speak again, steve calls him over, and your eyes finally meet bucky’s without any restrictions. “hey,” you smile, moving closer to him with your hands twined together behind your back.

“hey,” he says back, edges of his lips beginning to turn up as you come closer. you look at him through your lashes, biting your lip. “yeah?”

“i think i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell him. “the one upstairs, next to that abandoned conference room.”

bucky chuckles. “oh, doll, i think you’re confused. there’s no bathroom there.”

“oh, really?” you ask in faux surprise, shaking your head at yourself. “seems like i still get confused around here. do you mind showing me what i’m actually referring to?”

bucky agrees easily, following you into the elevator, letting you go inside first, and standing silently next to you as someone gets off. the moment the doors close, your eyes drift over to him, and in a split second, your lips are against his.

“‘missed you,” you murmur against his mouth, humming when his hands pull your hips closer.

“i’m really starting to not care if we break the rules or not,” he says between kisses.

it’s like honey how dangerous it is that you’re beginning to not care either.

it’s a while after the meetings are over and done with, and the avengers are free for the night—meaning the obligatory movie night so the super soldiers catch up on popular media and the others can throw popcorn at each other. everyone is scattered in their designated spots; wanda and vision are sitting together on a small couch next to clint, bruce is sitting on a lonely couch at the back next to an eager thor, steve and tony are across from each other with some of the others, and natasha is draped over an entire empty couch that you used to occupy with her until you moved—gradually, because you might be overly cautious, but knowing natasha, it may not be enough.

you’re on the carpet beside bucky’s legs, bent with his feet set on the short table in the middle of the room. your excuse is that no one is going to get up and walk over to you to steal yours or bucky’s snacks, and you can splay out to paw at bucky’s legs above you like a cat if you feel like it. it’s your new seat—at least until it gets dark and you can crawl up to lay on top of him, anyway.

you’re at the table, separating candy into little bowls, a suggestion made by tony after a scary movie that had him finding a month-old gummy worm in the sofa and pitching a fit; bowls are safer, he claims, and none of you feel like arguing with him seeing as he buys the candy and the couches.

as the avengers settle in, bucky alternates between looking at you and paying attention to the brewing argument about which movie the group should watch. you poke bucky’s calf to ask him if he wants skittles as tony mentions the movie he continually insists on watching no matter if no one liked it the first—or second—time.

natasha is observing the debate with interest, her brows furrowing at the absurdity. “we’re not going to watch the bet again,” she states after a while.

you nod sympatheticallyy. “come on guys, you know nat’s a little sensitive about bets after losing three to me two days ago.”

some of the avengers chuckle, and you look up to meet natasha’s eyes as she squints at you. you pause before getting on your hands and knees to crawl your way to bucky, ducking underneath one of his legs to sit between them.

bucky pats your shoulder in comfort, and the others ignore it as they get back to arguing.

you don’t bother finding a reason to move out from between him, choosing instead to settle in and watch the movie leaning against bucky’s legs. it’s a movie and a half after, when it’s dark and everyone is distracted, when bucky taps your shoulder gently, shiny blue eyes meeting yours, cold fingers finding the ones that wrap loosely around his calf. you peek out at the others, smiling when you nod at him and he carefully pulls you up until you’re nestled between him and the couch, low enough to be hidden from view.

you grin at him, pressing your lips to his nose before he tilts his chin up and your lips are on his. you hum lowly, pulling away after a second to look at him, the joy of simply being with him dulled by the soft sadness that lingers at the fact that your love had to be behind closed doors, under covers, in the dark, nonexistent to anyone else.

in that moment, you don’t care, caring only about the constellations you can see in bucky’s eyes and the glitter in his smile. it’ll be back soon, you know, but you’ll revel in the feeling of unapologetically being his for as long as your fear lacks.

bucky is warm underneath your cheek, his smile unbridled and the comfort drowning both of you until the scenes of the movie have blurred into background noise, fingers tangled together, noses nudging, settling into each other until the both of you are lulled into sleep.

it’s hours later that you open your eyes again to the sound of voices arguing. it barely registers that the noises should be further away, muffled by walls and doors when you can feel bucky’s chest rising and falling underneath your jaw and his thumb lazily wrapped around your pointer finger. you can feel heavy sets of eyes, but you aren’t startled, knowing that bucky would be able to feel them too, and if he wasn’t alarmed, you shouldn’t be either.

but then you remember the pride that burst in your chest when you finally got bucky to be completely comfortable in your presence; it took a long time to convince him that he needn’t be so alert and cautious when it was just you and him, in hidden domestic bliss.

all of his tendencies would never go away, but they were lessened enough now that he might have disregarded the conversations and the staring, so you open your eyes, hoping for the image that you’re expecting to not be the sight you actually see.

however, the avengers are staring at you, whispers cut short when they notice your eyes on them. you freeze, tensing on top of bucky as your eyes catch natasha’s, a glint in her eye that tells you you might not have been as discreet as you thought and a lifted brow that shows she’s amused.

“oh no,” you mumble softly, lifting your head up to them and trying to think of a way out of this, but what they saw was too raw, too open for someone like bucky and someone like you to be an accident.

“it’s not what you think,” you settle on, voice still hushed in order to not wake up bucky, but you can feel him beginning to stir with the gentle way you try to detangle your fingers, pulling you back sleepily. tony raises an eyebrow while steve purses his lips.

“someone owes me fifty dollars,” sam laughs, looking around at the crowd. “i don’t remember which one of you fools said he wouldn’t make a move, but you owe me fifty dollars.”

“i’m surprised you were able to hide it this long,” natasha quips. “or tried to. always no concrete proof, y/n, i have to say i’m impressed.”

“what?” you blurt, searching their faces confusedly until you land on tony’s and steve’s, cocking your head at them. “what?”

bucky wakes up then, blinking at you until he looks at the avengers, removing his hand from yours. “uh—”

“don’t even try, robocop,” tony cuts him off.

“are we fired yet?” he asks you.

“i don’t… i don’t know, i am so…” you reply, squinting at tony. “are we fired?”

“i would love to, but i don’t see a reason for that,” tony mutters.

“the… the no dating rule,” you clarify. “after nat and bruce—avengers can’t date each other.”

bruce blinks at you. “that hasn’t been a rule for a while.” his eyes dart to wanda and vision. a few features mold into surprise.

you laugh in shock. “you mean we’ve pretended like we haven’t been together for—for over three year for no reason?”

“three years?” bruce repeats, “wow, that’s kind of impressive. i think we need to update our training.”

“i thought it was one year.” natasha shrugs.

you groan in annoyance, a hand settling on bucky to help you sit up when you catch sight of steve, who has been uncharacteristically quiet on the situation, avoiding your eye. you look back at bucky, who is staring at steve, who is staring back.

you narrow your eyes at steve in suspicion until he notices and clears his throat, “i, uh.” his eyes flit back to bucky’s. “no idea,” he admits.

but you continue to observe him until you realize it, gasping. “steve knew the whole time?” you ask bucky, “i held myself back from telling natasha for the entirety of our relationship and—”

“told wanda,” bucky interrupts knowingly. “you knew natasha would find out at some point but told wanda.”

wanda bites her lip.

“i lasted longer than you did,” you point out.

“doesn’t matter anymore,” bucky sighs, throwing an arm around you. “because now, no one can tell me not to do this.” he grins before pulling you into a kiss, making the others groan around you and turn away,

“this is why we let you guys think you can’t date!”

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gothamsglam · 3 years

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Can I have Your Name? (a SamBucky ficlet)

for @samshield hope you enjoy 😘

(also on ao3 under @/the_fifth_marauder101)

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“Thanks, can I have your name?” asked Bucky with a charming smile on his face, pulling out a sharpie. However, instead of writing on an empty class as the poor customer thought, he scribbled down “Tony” on one of those ‘Hello, my name is…’ stickers.

“That’s a wonderful name by the way,” Bucky compliments, because fck you Steve, he can be polite.

He fcking told Steve going into customer service was a great idea. Idiot wanted to continue doing door to door shit, or, even worse, mope around forests for wandering travelers. He told him it wasn’t the 1400s anymore, and to grow up. Damn the supernatural council and their ‘hunt in pairs’ rule, he will go rouge and leave Stevie, he will do it.

“I’m this close,” Bucky had hissed, holding his fingers in the air so Stevie could see,

“Your fingers are touching,” Steve deadpanned.

“Exactly.”

The man doesn’t look up from his flurry of typing, “Thank you, it’s a family name.”

“Sure,” Bucky replies quietly “Alright, your order will be right out,” Bucky grinned, replacing his name tag with the new one without looking away from the brown-haired customer. The second the tag sticks to his shirt, he feels a refreshing rush of energy. Kind of like what he imagines those ‘caffeine/sugar rush’ those damn teens keep harping about.

“Thank y—” The customer—Tony—looks up from his phone to flash him a grin, only to have it fall from his face when he sees the name tag.

This was the fun part. Bucky didn’t break eye contact, maintaining it with the same smile, only now he could tell it felt eerie to the human. Like something wasn’t right.

The man’s brown eyes flitted up and down between Bucky’s face and the name tag, before he surged forward, “What di—”

“Have a good day,” Bucky bit out, still keeping the smile and cheery customer service tone. His eyes were blank, he made sure of it. Honestly, this whole song and dance was unnecessary. Stevie usually just wrote the name tags, and then stuck them on as he was making the drinks. Their shop was typically slow enough that there wouldn’t be people behind to question why the tender had a new name. But Bucky loved to fck with humans. What the hell else was he supposed to do? He’s been alive for 70 generations, let him have his fun.

However, today was a bit different. Another two walked into the shop, Bucky didn’t see it as much as he felt it. Bucky kept his back turned, hollering “Welcome to Stars and Stripes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” over his shoulder as he made the three drinks. What asshole ordered three drinks?

Bucky’s question was answered when he saw the two men walk over to Tony’s table. One of them kissed Tony on the cheek and the other just faux-gagged before giving Tony a hug as well. Bucky called out the order, eyes tracking the way Tony mumbled something to the two men and both reacted oddly, as they probably should. Bucky would expect no less.

Apparently, he jinxed himself, because the man who hugged Tony came to pick up the drinks.

“Nice name,” said the man.

“Thanks,” Bucky flashed his uncanny valley smile and offered nothing else. The man winked and then walked back to the table.

Bucky did not look at his ass, he didn’t.

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The next day, the man comes in. Not Tony, but other guy. The cute one.

“Hi my name’s Jacob, how may I help you today?” Bucky asks politely.

The man, to his credit, didn’t bat an eyelash, “Hi I’ll have three—” And he rattled off the same order that Tony had. Bucky resisted the urge to frown, maybe it was just a two-time thing? This group has only come into their shop once before, what are the odds of it happening again, for a third time?

“Perfect,” Bucky slid the receipt across the counter, “Can I have your name?” Bucky asked, as he reached for a pen.

“Nope,” the man replied.

Bucky froze in his moments, “What?”

The man shrugged, face showing nothing but politeness, “I’m the only person in this store, you’ll be able to find me.”

Bucky was stunned as he watched him walk back to the spot the trio was in the other day. As he sat down, the man gave a nod of acknowledgment to Bucky, who was still staring.

His brown—almost hazelnut with the light of the sun—eyes stared into Bucky’s own, and in them all he saw was mischief.

Fck.

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For the next two days, Bucky kept a—subtle, he wasn’t obsessed or anything—watch out for Tony or The Man. And for those two days, he didn’t see hide or hair of them. Bucky figured they must have been college students from nearby campuses, wandering in when Starbucks was too full, which happens often enough. Then on the third day, he returned.

“Hey, Jacob” greeted The Man, his smile so bright—so bright that Nat would have burned like she does under the sun and threaten to bite the man in the jugular. Bucky, who was too gobsmacked to even deliver his customer service opening, stared at him.

“Not Jacob,” Bucky said, his voice strangled.

The Man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the same look from the first day he ordered, “Ok ‘Not Jacob’, may I have—” And repeated the same order from the last two times.

“Um, right, uh” Bucky stammered, face growing hot as The Man raised an eyebrow at him smugly, “Can I have your name?”

“Put Redwing,” The Man said, shrugging. The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a happy smirk—how can a person have a fcking happy smirk?—, not that Bucky was only looking at his lips or anything.

“Redwing?” Bucky asked, stupidly. Because why ask, idiot, why ask for clarification? He read somewhere that the psyche is powerful enough to make the body do things, like fake pregnancies. Whether that’s something only reserved to humans is up for debate, but maybe, if Bucky doesn’t ask and lives in blissful ignorance, he can feed off of a fake name. But no, because he’s a bloody fool, he asked.

“It’s my pet’s name,” The Man answered, then looked tilted his head, giving a sheepish smile, “Or at least, that’s what I want to name a pet, I don’t have one.”

“Right,” Said Bucky, suddenly feeling empty in ways that have nothing to do with hunger, “Your order will be right out.”

Their conversation was longer than normal, so when the man went to sit down, the couple came in moments afterward. All three sat in the same place as before.

‘Oh no,’ Bucky thought in dawning horror, ‘Regulars.’

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“Falcon,” grins The Man, now foregoing any attempts to be subtle and simply being a little shit.

Bucky looked at him, face void of any amusement. At this point, he’s shucked the polite customer service voice and snarked back and forth with the regular like there’s no tomorrow—only in this situation, there is a tomorrow, there always is tomorrow.

Their staring contest probably goes on for a bit too long, judging by the way Tony and his boyfriend—Bucky can feel comfortable calling the two a couple, based on how disgustingly affectionate the two get in the cafe—walk in.

The Man flashed a smile and turned away to greet the couple. An audible ‘Rhodey!’ reached Bucky’s ears. Now, finally, he has a name for one of the dark-skinned men, the one who kissed Tony’s cheek and was currently walking in with said Tony, arm around his shoulders. Only Bucky doesn’t feel that familiar warmth pool in his gut, refreshing his energy levels.

‘Oh,’ Bucky thinks, and watches as the man—his regular—laughs with his friends but also how his eyes flit back to peek at Bucky as names are spoken. ‘oh, loopholes.’

Bucky is so screwed.

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The names his regular gives become increasingly goofy, and Steve teases him about how flirty they get—Bucky absolutely didn’t have a favorite, and it absolutely wasn’t Angel. But Bucky only believed Stevie when he got a number instead of a random moniker.

“What?” Bucky short-circuited.

The man just sighed, “Come on, I gave you my number, work with me here.”

“You finally did it, huh, Sam?” Tony called out from where he was typing away on his computer, which rested on Rhodey’s legs. Rhodey, who was sprawled out in one of their chairs, nudged Tony with his foot, “Shush, let them have this.”

‘Sam,’ Bucky thinks, and all he can come up with in his blue screened mind is, ‘Perfect’.

In his phone, the name Sam’s contact is under is ‘Angel’.

Steve heckles.

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“How did you know, Angel?”

Sam looks at Bucky, and Bucky’s struck into silence, The whole world falls around them in muted sounds and lights fade into balls of blurry color, because as they lock gazes all Bucky can notice is Sam’s eyes. Sam’s eyes—his wonderful, soul-deep eyes that shine with mischief and laughter, that glow so bright and rival the heavens when the sunlight reflects off it just so—are sad.

“My friend,” Sam says quietly, “Riley. He was one of yours.”

Bucky nods, and reaches out with his metal hand—an injury from decades ago and a gift from a shapeshifter who hissed that his debt was repaired before slithering off into the night—pulling Sam closer to him. They watch the sun go down from the top of the roof, the stars revealed one by one, twinkling against the darkness of the dusk.

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(One day, Bucky will ask for Sam’s name again, specifically his last name. Only then, will Sam reply honestly.)

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AN: This is a more bastardized version of faeries/fae, I just made up my own creature for what Bucky and Steve are. Simply because I just wanted to write a little ficlet about SamBucky and didn’t do much research. Don’t think too hard about it :)

(and the link to the Tik Tok I saw on tumblr that inspired this is also linked on my ao3 fic)

Hope you enjoyed!

-vix

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madmadmilk · 5 years

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hey sooooo what would it be like taking a pic with tom??

thank all of u for asking,,,,,,so here ya go!

… u… you can’t believe it. somehow you ended up at a starbucks (god, of all places) with Tom Holland™– and that you worked up the courage to ask for a picture? magnificent.

you were just waiting for your drink at some ungodly early hour on a sunday, avoiding the rush while begrudgingly starting a day of studying with some good ole sugar and caffeine. the place was empty except for a sleepy-eyed barista, you, and an older couple. not uncommon.

you scroll through your email on your phone, then quickly switched to instagram, totally ignoring the sound of the door opening and closing. you had music playing in one earbud while you played with the other in your hand– you could hear the whir of machines and laughter of new patrons strolling in.

but you weren’t able to ignore the customers for long; their conversation was loud and quick, and a certain voice was familiar.

you took a short sideways glance towards them, now ordering through the sleepy-eyed barista. there were two tall and relatively attractive guys, and then….. one that you recognized all too well.

holy….. fcking……… … . shit.

you faced forward quickly, your heart racing stupidly fast. you suddenly don’t know what to do wit your hands, even thought they were occupied with a phone and an earbud– you were suddenly sweating.

what the FUasldfalskdfKCK

you blink, there was some god damn shawn mendes song playing in your ear and suddenly the barista is coming over calling your name and you blink hard.

“oh– uhm,” you wave, stepping up. you feel the stare of everyone in the room, “thank you” you smile crookedly at them.

you start to back away but the barista motions for you to come closer, wide-eyed now. they tip their head, looking at you from under the brim of their hat,

“dude… that’s like… spider-man over there right?”

they discreetly point at the three guys squabbling over the menu. you glance, the man in question is looking back over at you, of fucking course.

“m-mmhmm,” you smile, lips pressed into a hard awkward line, “that’s him.”

“oh, dope, gotta ask for a picture then,” they say smiling. they quickly go back to the register, giving tom a good handshake or something and asking for a pic.

wow, tom suddenly made that person’s day–

could he make yours?

you fidget with the phone in your hand, shakily dropping it to the counter while you punch the straw into your iced coffee. your mouth drops as the trio gets closer, moving towards the waiting counter where you are.

w o w.

ok so, u had a policy, or you thought u had a policy, of not wanting to interfere with, like, celebrities and their daily activities— but— but this was like 6 AM on a sunday and there’s not really anyone here and he’s not busy and he took a pic with that guy and like— god u love spider0man or tom holland or both and this is just like one in a million and uhm

“hey, uhm, do you mind if i uh–?” you immediately blurt after spinning around, catching everyone in that group off guard. your face is fucking FLAMING. your voice gets small when you get to see his features in the flesh, “ take a picture with you?”

the pretty face you’ve only seen in pictures smiles right in front of you. his brows twitch into a pinch, before softening,

“of course.”

and god fucking dammit, you don’t know what to do with your hands again, your phone is slipping through your fingers and you’re holding a drink and shawn mendes is still fuckign singing in your ear–

“i can take it,” he says, voice lovely and close. he takes it from your hands, and navigates to find your camera easily

“thanks, tom” you say, slyly taking a chance to say his name.

he laughs, taken a bit aback by the forwardness. these days most people call him spider-man. or the full “tom holland”— curious

he holds up the camera, aimed towards your faces and you’re embarrassed to see yours on the same screen as his– it doesn’t feel like you or him.

tom’s smiling already , his arm straightened, you take a step closer to him your arm coming up to hover over his waist, “can i–?”

“go right ahead”

you hug his waist and lean in closer, ice coffee still balanced in your freezing fingers. his hand naturally holds your waist too

“alright, 1,,, 2,,, 3,,,,”

your smile is lopsided and your eye is twitched, while he still looks pretty and perfect–

“hey, you gotta look at the camera, not at me,” he teases suddenly, making eye contact through the screen. he’s smiling with his head tilted; so close to leaning it against yours.

“uhm!” you let out a laugh, shutting your eyes tight, “sorry, i’m just like– stupid nervous and you’re like— you’re you”

jfc– someone PLEASE shut me up

his hand comes up to rub your back and he shakes his head, “i’m just me, haha no worries, let’s take another one”

he pulls you close into his side and you can smell a soft cologne–

“hey, you did it again” he says, playfully pouting. he takes a step away from you, going in front of you. your eyes follow.

you see his thumbs swipe through your phone, and he squints into a wink as he looks at it. you finally take a sip of your drink, cooling you down a little. you laugh,

“sorry, i dont’ wanna take up too much of your time– what’s there is fine–”

he shrugs looking down, “i have time, it’s ok” then he looks back up, dark eyes and crazy brow, “’wanna make sure everyone thinks we look good together”

uhm ???

you laugh, he’s a lot easier to talk to than you thought, suddenly talking about the weather and asking you what your plans were to do today. he comes back to your side, taking your drink and setting it down, and sliding his hand across the small of your back,

“smile, babe”

you smile brightly, your cheek brushing against his for a moment as your screen flashes white for a second. he brings the phone back and you look at the picture together.

tom tries to tease,

“hey, you’re just looking at me again!”

but then you notice, that in the picture his face is turned towards you, eyes twinkling and lips lifted–

“no i’m not, you’re the one thats–”

you laugh breezily, bumping into his shoulder and looking up.

tom holland is standing in front of you, stupid dopey smile and all, with his face flushed a pale pink. his doe eyes are trained on you.

“spider-man?” the barista cuts in, calling him back for his drink. tom blinks, turning around and back to you.

reality sinks in and you remember that you’re borrowing his time, so you blink and step back. you smile gratefully, “hey, thank you so much, it was so nice to meet you and–”

he puts up a finger, making a face, “one second, please.”

you nod almost robotically. watching him walk to the counter, sauntering actually. his friends give him some solid pats on the back, and pushes him back to you.

“hey, hey!” he snaps at them hunching his shoulders up, before timidly(???!) coming back to you, “hey, you.”

you can’t stop smiling, “hey, you.”

tom lifts the coffee close to his lips, eyes darting to the side, “so– i dont’ actually have much time right now–”

oh,

“but i do.. a bit later. and i’m just wondering if you had some time, later, to you know. take a picture we can show everybody.”

“show everybody?” you hum, sipping your coffee to mirror him, “what?”

you could barely swallow that sip.

but it’s a good thing you did cos

“yeah, i’d like to capture a pic of you as beautifully as i see you, to show the world the person who stole my heart at starbucks”

you woulda spat that shit right out

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King Alfonse x f!summoner fcking on his throne please

YALL DONT ASK WTF THIS IS OK. NSFW BELOW

How funny life could be sometimes. Time had passed in Askr.No longer was she the timid girl who was summoned to this world from out of nowhere.No longer was she the inexperienced tactician fumbling in her strategies. Now,she was the lead tactician and Summoner of this world, a world that wasn’t evenher own. Along the way she met countless friends, and even more foes. But she hadalso met a special loved one here. Her sweet prince.

Alfonse wasn’t thesame prince she first met. No, he had changed and matured along the way. Hisface had become sharper, his eyes focused and determined, his body strengthened,and his demeanor, fit for a king. He wasn’t the same prince who questionedhimself on his every action or that let others dictate his worth. No, thatprince was long gone, and now a king was in his place.

That same blush and smile was still there, however. Eventhough he was now older, he still found himself flustered around Kiran. Stillthat hint of shyness around his Summoner. Kiran always found that amusing abouthim.

He sat on his throne, looking so regal and handsome. Hisgentle eyes taking in every inch of Kiran as she sat on his lap. She pepperedhim with kisses all over. On his cheeks, on his forehead, and even trailed evenfurther down to his neck. He squirmed under her attention, the odd breathy gaspescaping him. He looked so cute…so vulnerable under her grasp.

Every movement of herhips made him moan. She was just teasing him, playing with him for just a littlebit, but just that little bit of movement was driving him wild. His kissesbecoming more desperate, his grasp on her even tighter, and breath becomingshaky.

Finally, she wiggled out of her pants, and managed to takeoff his as well, and plopped back down on his lap with just her panties on. Shecould feel just how needy he was for her, his member already poking her throughher underwear. She barely did a thing and he was already in this state. Ah,perhaps the prince never did change.

She continued to kiss him, leaving small little bites along hisneck. Every nip elicited a moan from him, every rub of her hand against hisgroin, a shudder. His hips bucked in rhythm to her hand, trying to continue tofriction even further, but it wasn’t enough for him. She didn’t want to givehim everything he wanted right away. Her hands roamed and groped whatever theyfound, every sensitive spot producing a whine from his mouth. The poor king waspractically becoming undone before her, and what a sight it was.

“P-Please, K-Kiran,enough with this teasing…I need you,” he finally admitted.

“You need me?” shequestioned with the grind of her hips.

“I- “his requestwas cut short with a loud enough moan that resounded through the empty room. Adesperate, and whiny sound. “P-Please…”

She let out a laugh, feeling a little bad for teasing him,but the end result was always worth it. She grasped his chin gently and lookedat her handiwork. His hair disheveled, his eyes glossed over, his cheeks a cutepink, and his breath ragged. What a sight.

“Of course, my king.”

With the quickness of her hand, she moved her underwear asideand guided him to her entrance. She slid down on him slowly, enjoying hownicely he filled her up, how hot he felt. The pleasure was already too much tobear, if he moved just a little bit, she felt like she could come undone fromjust that.

His head was tilted back and slightly to the side, his eyesshut tightly, and his mouth slightly agape. He must already be at his limitstoo. After finally becoming adjusted, she decided to move her hips slowly. Hefelt amazing, every bit of him hitting all the right spots. Even she couldn’tcontain the gentle gasps leaving her. But he was already too desperate frombefore, poor Alfonse needed more.

He grabbed her hips tightly and made her follow his ownrapid rhythm. He was done with these games and the teasing, he needed to finish,now. Kiran didn’t expect his rough and fast pace, feeling herself alreadyreaching her limit from just the few thrusts of his. She leaned forward and letherself be taken by him, letting her moans out at the back of his neck.

After just a few seconds, his needy moans finally halteredafter one strained, choked gasp. He finished inside of her, letting out a quiet,‘gods, Kiran’. Kiran laughed as shefelt numb from the waist down. It was a good, pleasure-hazed feeling, a finalrelease from the long teasing session. She gave him a final kiss and thankedhim, “thank you for the wonderful sightsand sounds, my king.”

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skylarkuvalis67-blog · 5 years

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I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you

*YOOSUNG:

- Ithought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

-He’salways making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

-Whenthe two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving infront of your character to make sure you don’t die

-Alwaysjoining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’reinterested in

-Thatway, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

-Not tomention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about youevery time

-He’seven managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red orstuttering!

-Butyou still! Don’t! See it!

-Youalways think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretlylike him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

-Saeyoung’smade it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosungjust won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell

*ZEN:

-He’salways hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

-Alwayshas an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two ofyou are sitting

-Forfucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of youwalk anywhere are you DENSE??

-Alwaysbringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it

-HEEVEN MAKES UP SONGS TO SING TO YOU

-He’sso dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romanticgesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

-He’seven held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how muchhe really likes you

-Youjust responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. youlike-like me?”

- hoWHAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

-EVENAFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW

*JAEHEE:

-She’snot exactly surprised that you don’trealize her feelings

-Moresubtle with her emotions than the rest of them

- evenjumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

-She’salways inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

-Alsomakes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

-Thetwo of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, andtheorize about those that abruptly ended

-Alwayslooking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a lightshade of red

-Butyou don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here tomake her red like that? Is she alright?

-You’realways putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it justmakes her blush 10x more

-DammitMC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just noticethat she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning asred as she does!

*JUMIN:

-You’dthink it’d be really obvious

-I meanthe man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically apuddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

-Alwaysmaking sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

-If heinvites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel hisreservations and find a new place immediately

-AND HEDOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of histo set up plans or grab something for you

-Listensto your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whateveryou suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)

-HELETS YOU PICK UP ELIZABETH? CUDDLE WITH HER? GIVE HER KISSES? DOESN’T THAT TELLYOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU??

-Thedude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how canyou not tell

-Completelyshowers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receivethem, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

-Hethinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time itlowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L EA S E

*SAEYOUNG:

-Thislil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he justcan’t take it anymore

-Come onhe’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more,what do you waNT FROM HIM

-Sendsyou memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

-Callsyou at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end ofthe phone

-He’salso buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he sawit, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

-You’rethe only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

-Alwayslooking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completelyadorable he gets as red as his hair

-He’lllightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking closetogether, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

-Givesyou the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do isgiggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whYCAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

-HEEVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes thelyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ONHIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.

*V:

-He’sgentle with everyone, but you??

-Well,he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

-Playfullypushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okaybut i do the same

-Leansclose to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you,staring into your eyes

-Y'alleven spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talkingabout life

-Howthe hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

-Alwaystaking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

-Hisfavourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed whichterrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOUARE

-Heplans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see thesights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivalstogether.

-He’salways holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Orthat’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC pleasehe’s so cute just kiss him already

*SAERAN:

-Hejust plain sucks at sharing emotions

-But hethought he was pretty obvious?

-Likethere are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s prettyself-explanatory there MC

-Hetakes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want.He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

-Alwaysinvites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, orsometimes just to nap

-Evenasks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time withyou!

-Sometimesyou give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’teven look at you

-Youalso like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you alittle bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

-But hesteps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and youabsolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! Youhave no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

-Pleasejust admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward toask you out himself

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