Bite Sized Bits of Fic

any, any (or any/any) rained out holiday

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any any (or any/any) movie marathon

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Star Trek (any tv), any + any doctor, getting physical therapy from the doctor (not the naughty kind, the crunchy joints kind)

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Dragon Age, any dwarf + any non-dwarf, constant short-arse jokes

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Star Trek (any tv), any or ensemble, making food from scratch because replicator food just isn't the same

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Any (please no SPN), any +/ any, gifting someone this chonky boi, this absolute unit (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Blivener-Chubby-Pillow-Stuffed-Cotton/dp/B07ZVBTX8G/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?dchild=1&keywords=seal%2Bplush&qid=1622305650&sr=8-1-spons&smid=A2EWZQ7NDJC1MN&spLa=ZW5jcnlwdGVkUXVhbGlmaWVyPUEzSkpTR0hPTVBJQ0oxJmVuY3J5cHRlZElkPUEwODA2MDI4MlBPR0RVM1lIV1JVTiZlbmNyeXB0ZWRBZElkPUEwNzczNjI3MTMwNjNMWlFMVVVCQyZ3aWRnZXROYW1lPXNwX2F0ZiZhY3Rpb249Y2xpY2tSZWRpcmVjdCZkb05vdExvZ0NsaWNrPXRydWU&th=1) as both a joke and an acknowledgement that they Need it in their lives (for whatever reasons, romantic or platonic)

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And I thought my full-sized Squishables was big!

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I discovered him yesterday and I'm trying to a) justify and b) find room for buying the Chonky Boi

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I hope that you are successful in procuring the asset!

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Title: Needful Things

Summary: As Malcolm recovers in the hospital after being stabbed by Watkins, Edrisa has something for him that she thinks he needs. It was something Malcolm never expected

Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31640048)

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This is absolutely wonderful! Thank you so, so much! I did not expect my ridiculous Chonky Boi to get a serious fic and I just love this!

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Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid it might be too serious but I knew I had to write something for the chonky boi.

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No, it was utterly perfect, thank you!

Edrisa is I think the only one in the whole crew who gets the idea that people need play and fun sometimes.

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Oh good, so happy. Yeah you might be right about that, well her and JT. If nothing else he likes to go to the bar and play pool.

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Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley + any, they meet a human who is struggling with figuring out a nonbinary identity and help that person figure out what pronouns are best

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Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard, getting entangled with John again hadn't been a part of the plan, but then again any plans involving that man usually went awry...

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Any, any, you frustrate me to no end, but I can't stay away.

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Any, any,

The world's in trouble, there's no communication
And everyone can say what they want to say
It never gets better anyway
Half Cocked, "Bad Reputation".

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Evan Lorne, it takes a while for John to realize his 2IC is trying to seduce him and not just being his usual helpful self.

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Any, any, all s/he had wanted was a cold drink and some time to wallow, but that changed when s/he saw someone from their past.

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Memorial Day cookouts

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The Baby-Sitter's Club, Claudia & Janine Kishi, makeover

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Any, any, trying to win a stuffed animal from a rigged carnival game

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[My brain: I’ll have them lying around in bed talking about it. My fingers: I’mma write like a thousand words of emotional preamble before we get to the actual prompt. Me: ….Hope you don’t mind a little past Steve/Bucky angst in your Sam/Bucky fluff…]

Sam’s arm tightens around Bucky’s chest and he tucks his face in closer against his neck. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, lips tickling.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking it. I can hear the antique gears turning in that cyborg brain of yours.”

Bucky snorts and turns to press his lips to Sam’s temple, feels his pulse finally falling towards normal. “You realize that only my arm is cybernetic.”

“S’what you say,” Sam murmurs, mouth dragging against Bucky’s skin, kissing his throat, pleased humming sound reverberating deep in his chest.

Sam finally pushes himself up on one elbow, looks down at Bucky. Haloed by the late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, he looks like he’s glowing and Bucky loses himself for a minute, gazing up at him, the perfection of his mouth, the warmth of his gaze, the absolutely unprecedented pleasure of his body, of their bodies together, of the untold joy of letting himself want Sam; of letting Sam want him in return.

“Hey,” Sam says, voice so soft and warm and rich Bucky has to close his eyes, it’s like sensory overload between that voice and those eyes, but Sam is relentless, now he’s touching Bucky’s chin, thumb skimming beneath his bottom lip. “That was pretty intense. You all right?”

Bucky reaches up, blind, gets his arms around Sam and rolls them, pinning Sam down beneath his both, opening his eyes to look down at him. He’d meant to grin, crack a joke, instead he looks down into Sam’s face, all open and trusting and ready for anything Buck wants to give him, and gives him the truth. “Everything with us is pretty intense.”

Sam makes a complicated sort of face, not outright disagreement because Bucky knows that’s not in him, to tell someone that what they’re feeling is wrong. The he says, “I don’t know, most of the time it feels pretty chill, to me. Feels like we fit, feels like we make sense. You get that?”

Bucky nods because he does, he absolutely gets that. Most of the time, just being around Sam helps him feel like he’s got both hands on the wheel, like all the nuts and bolts are in the right place and none of the screws are too tight or too loose. It that wasn’t the case, Bucky never would have dared to reach out the rest of the way. Which gives him the answer to the unspoken part of Sam’s question.

He lays his hand on Sam’s chest, over his heart, and amends himself yet again. “Everything about this part of us is really intense, for me. Nothing I’ve ever…done, felt, nothing’s ever brought me this much…” He works his jaw over the start of a few words, then looks away, overwhelmed at the effort of putting these fathomless experiences into words while Sam is looking at him like that.

Edited Date: 2021-05-31 04:21 am (UTC)

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“Hey. Babe.” Sam doesn’t force Bucky to look at him, just strokes his cheek with the backs of his fingers. “It’s okay, you don’t need to go there, I don’t need that kinda grand declaration from you. I know it’s real, and I know I’m not… I know that you…”

Sam gives a short huff and sharp shake of his head, drawing Bucky’s eyes back to his face; he can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Sam stumble over his words like this. Sam looks back up and him and Bucky is caught by his gaze, feels close to paralyzed while Sam says plainly, “I ain’t Steve. And I know that what you felt for him was a once in a lifetime thing. Two lifetimes,” he adds with a smile. “I’m not gonna compete with that. I don’t want to.”

Bucky blinks. Drops his eyes between their bodies. The dog tags Bucky wears are hanging still on their chain, the toe tag is almost brushing Sam’s chest. He sits up abruptly, pulling Sam with him, impatient with the tangle of sheets. Sam is still and quiet, waiting him out, but so present Bucky feels like they’re still in the midst of a conversation.

When he’s got them arranged, facing each other, legs bracketing hips, he looks Sam in the eye and says, “You’re not competing with Steve. I got no reason to lie, man, so when I say that this,” he gestures between their naked bodies, “that everything we do is more…is just more. I’m not making it up. And I’m definitely not comparing you to Steve,” he says, rueful twist to his lips, and Sam’s gonna hear the self-deprecation in there whether he tries to hide it or not, so he doesn’t even try as he gesture between them again and adds: “seeing as we never even got close to anything like this.”

Sam’s chest jumps with his quiet huff of a laugh, he’s shaking his head and then he’s pulling Bucky to him with a hand on the back of his neck, murmuring, “I’ve said it before, but man… his loss.” He kisses him soft and slow, Bucky can feel the muscles in his thighs rippling under the surface of his skin. His whole body singing out for more of this, more of Sam, more of them. Sam pulls back, thumb caressing the side of Bucky’s neck, expression thoughtful and a little sad. “You said you almost told him once. I didn’t want to pry, so I didn’t ask, but…now I kind of want to pry. You wanna tell me about it, that almost?”

Edited Date: 2021-05-31 04:22 am (UTC)

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“You know, that was some pretty great sex we just had, are you sure this is what you want for dessert?” Bucky heaves a sigh when Sam just tilts his head and gives him a look. “Fine. All right. So we were Rockaway beach one time, there must have been a carnival going or something, anyway, we’re watching this spoiled rich kid blow all his money on this ring toss game that’s clearly rigged, laughing at him and every time he loses another dollar, Stevie and me we’re just coming up with what we’d spend the money on ourselves. Sketch books and stuff for him, a present for his mom, stuff like that. I don’t remember what I said. Anyway, the kid gives up, and the hawker turns to me and says, ‘Try your luck, win a stuffed bear for your sweetheart?’ And god help me I just…I looked right at Steve. I thought that was it, I thought my secret was out, but he just. He just smiled at me. Oblivious, I guess. So I said I’d play, thinking to myself that if I won, it’d be a sign. I’d give him the bear and I’d tell him. Of course I didn’t win, and by the time I’d blown through all my money I’d lost my nerve. Steve was laughing at me, thought I was so down because I hadn’t won the stupid bear, he goes and buys us hot dogs with the last of his money. We had to stow away in the back of a freezer truck to get home.”

Sam’s watching him close, that look he gets whenever Buck shares something from way-back, like he can’t believe his luck that he gets to hear about the ‘30s from the mouth of someone who was there, but there’s also that tinge of sorrow that Bucky just does not want to deal with. He gives him a crooked smile and says, “Hey, not my worst day ever. The truck was so cold, we kind of put our jackets together and—”

Sam cracks a grin at that, breaking in with, “You huddled together for warmth?”

“Conserving body heat,” Bucky says with an eloquent shrug. “It’s a real solid strategy.” He feels his smile slip, into something a little softer and a lot more genuine. “And you know…things really weren’t so bad. We were close, you know? Really close, in ways that mattered more than…I told myself they mattered more.” He sighs and rubs his forehead. “Steve brought it up once, the day on Rockaway beach. I couldn’t believe it. When we were racing to Siberia trying to head off Zemo. I guess the cold reminded him of the freezer truck. For a second it felt like a do-over, my second chance to tell him. But then he goes and says…he remembered it different. He thought I was trying to win the bear for some girl named Delores. I assume she was real but I don’t even remember her. But that…that’s what he remembered about the day. So I let it be.”

Sam cups Bucky’s chin in his hand, catching his eyes, and says so soft and fervent, “His loss, Buck. I really mean it.”

Bucky’s lips twitch, but he can’t help it. “Your gain, though, huh?”

Sam heaves an exasperated sigh and lets his hand fall to Bucky’s thigh, grasping it and shaking him a couple times. “Well I wasn’t gonna say it but since you went there first, yes, absolutely, my gain. Definitely prefer this here situation where we’re the ones in bed together even if we just spent the last ten minutes talking about some other dude—”

“Hey!” Bucky shoves at his hand. “You brought him up! Nosy,” he adds under his breath, narrowing his eyes, and Sam…well Sam has definitely got his second wind because almost before Bucky clocks the movement Sam’s bucking up his legs, getting one around Bucky’s waist to flip them, and then Bucky’s flat on his back staring up into Sam’s face where he’s crowing in triumph on hands and knees above him.

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This is lovely, so sweet and I love that Sam respect's Bucky's boundaries and Bucky trusts him enough to let his guard down a little ♥

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