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but what about second breakfast?

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Zainab. Ancient being, but the benevolent kind.
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seeking out physical affection

  • comparing hand-sizes to hold their hand against the other's and then just holding hands
  • leaning against the other one in close spaces
  • acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets
  • brushing a strand of hair away
  • grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"
  • turning their cheek to get the other one to give them a peck
  • brushing their arm against the other's, hoping the other would finally catch their arm and hold it close
  • fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair
  • draping the arm around their shoulder while sitting next to each other
  • lightly tickling the other one, almost hoping it gets retaliated
  • reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it
  • linking arms when walking around together
  • trying to get the other to dance with them
  • bumping shoulders into each other
  • wrapping arms around the other's neck when standing behind them
#this is not a call for prompts I just want to save this somewhere and it's gonna get lost in my drafts#reference
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forget the invitations, floral arrangements, and bread makers

sam/bucky | alternate universe (bake off au) | 2.8k words | rated g

“I should’ve known you were scheming,” says Sam, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to curb his grin. “You’ve been way too agreeable this week.” “I’ve never schemed a day in my life,” says Bucky. Sam and Bucky sneak away from a party, sign some papers, and settle some debts.

Springtime in Louisiana means that the sun tends to linger in the evenings. It’s always beautiful, the sky a riot of pinks and oranges, but it’s still less-than-ideal light to navigate by. To be fair, Sam’s pretty sure he could pick his way around the Wilson house with his eyes closed if he wanted to, but he’d rather not do it in dress shoes and a tailored suit.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Sam,” AJ says again, leading the way as they leave the dance floor behind. “It’s just that Uncle Bucky asked us to handle it and I don’t want to disappoint him on such a big day.”

“I’m not sure Bucky could ever be disappointed in either one of you,” Sam says.

AJ makes a considering noise. “We got pretty close that time Cass said he liked Chicago style pizza.”

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#woke up @ 6 AM for no reason compelled to post this to AO3 at once#Sam x Bucky
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forget the invitations, floral arrangements, and bread makers

sam/bucky | alternate universe (bake off au) | 2.8k words | rated g

“I should’ve known you were scheming,” says Sam, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to curb his grin. “You’ve been way too agreeable this week.” “I’ve never schemed a day in my life,” says Bucky. Sam and Bucky sneak away from a party, sign some papers, and settle some debts.

Springtime in Louisiana means that the sun tends to linger in the evenings. It’s always beautiful, the sky a riot of pinks and oranges, but it’s still less-than-ideal light to navigate by. To be fair, Sam’s pretty sure he could pick his way around the Wilson house with his eyes closed if he wanted to, but he’d rather not do it in dress shoes and a tailored suit.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Sam,” AJ says again, leading the way as they leave the dance floor behind. “It’s just that Uncle Bucky asked us to handle it and I don’t want to disappoint him on such a big day.”

“I’m not sure Bucky could ever be disappointed in either one of you,” Sam says.

AJ makes a considering noise. “We got pretty close that time Cass said he liked Chicago style pizza.”

( read the rest on AO3 )

#sambucky#sambucky fanfiction#don't call it a comeback etc etc#tbh this one's been in the works for a WHILE now and I hope y'all like it#my fic#the gbbo au#I have fully forgotten how to format fic posts on this website
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Written for the @sambuckylibrary Anniversary Event! Y'all don't even know how many of these "no-power" stories I started for this prompt. Instead I hunkered down and finished one of my favorite (and oldest) WIPs (What is the life of a writer, if not creating four WIPs for every one finished?)
CW: blood and injury There is also glib discussion of limb loss by Bucky throughout.
Yeah the title is from that one poster. You know the one.

Hanging In There 🐱

Bucky Barnes was very good at free climbing. (Yes, even with the prosthetic arm, thank you very much, terrible-gym-trainer.) Mostly because he'd taken up free climbing after he was situated with the arm. It had become his ongoing PT and his proof of freedom. Once he'd gone a few months without flattening himself on the gym floor, everyone in his life (so, his sister Becca and his best friend Steve) finally left him alone when he was doing other things. So long as he could scale rock walls, he could do his own grocery shopping.

He got as much of a kick out of watching people's reactions to him climb with a prosthesis as he did from watching them finally work up the courage to tentatively ask if he lost his arm climbing. His answer changed depending on what mood he was in or the elevation he'd stopped at if he was outside. "Sure, it got caught in a rock shift. I had to cut it off with a pocket knife." "Yeah, I put my hand in a hole and got bitten by some poisonous reptile. Lost the whole thing." "Actually I fell off a cliff and ripped the whole thing off when I tried to get some purchase on the way down." He'd lost it in the line of duty overseas, but nosy people always managed to miss the dog tags around his neck.

The point was, Bucky was really good at free climbing. He'd been doing it for years now. He thought he knew his body better now than he did when he joined up with the military in the first place.

This was all his cat's fault.

No, that wasn't fair. This was all some other cat's fault. Some street cat rascal had gotten Alpine pregnant and Bucky was just trying to see who it was. Plus maybe figure out who was so irresponsible to let their cat roam. And, no. Alpine getting out to meet with this cat Casanova was not the same thing as someone being irresponsible because she slipped out the window by knocking the plastic accordion of the window AC unit out of the way. Bucky hadn't let her out. He was not an intentionally irresponsible cat dad. He was just a new cat dad. Who even knew he’d have to cat-proof window units?

He'd been watching her ever since he'd found out she was pregnant. He fully planned on following her to whatever back alley she met Tom O'Malley in. When Alpine had climbed out his window and perched on the wide railing of his balcony, he'd figured she was going to jump down the fire escape to the ground and carry on. Instead, she walked across the narrow decorative ledge of his building and he...

Well, he followed on instinct. That was the plan, right? Follow his cat to the culprit?

He could not stress how much he wasn't thinking in the moment. 

#okay this is cute as hell#but also...we love to see Figaro not being the stepdad but the dad who stepped up. inspirational.#sam x bucky#fic rec
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