~ kayleigh, but everyone call me kayle! | she / her | 20s | reader | gemini | multifandoms | english is not my first language!
~ favorite actors / actress!
▪︎ sebastian stan, josh hutcherson, noah schnapp, chris evans, ryan gosling, fachri albar, ario bayu, tom holland, joe keery, finn wolfhard, andrew garfield, david corenswet!
▪︎ scarlett johannson, jennifer lawrence, emma stone, florence pugh, rachel mcadams, hailee steinfeld, elizabeth olsen, angelina jolie, winona ryder, brittany murphy, elle fanning!
my favorite films!
• lalaland, the hunger games, the hunger games : catching fire, the hunger games : mockingjay part one, the hunger games : mockingjay part two, avatar, frankenstein, now you see me, girl interrupted, the note book, roman holiday, captain america : the winter soldier, late night with the devil, the perks of being wallflower, 13 going on 30, tinggal meninggal and pintu terlarang!
Bucky sending his fiancée (reader) dirty texts and nudes while she’s hanging out with her friends and when she gets home Bucky acts like he didn’t get her hot and bothered while she was out
You know you shouldn’t check your phone.
You really, really shouldn’t.
Natasha is mid-story across the table, hands moving animatedly as she recounts some ridiculous mission detail, Wanda nodding along beside her, Maria half-interested while she picks at a basket of fries. It’s loud, warm, normal—exactly what you needed after a long week.
Your phone buzzes against the table.
Once. Twice. Three times.
You try to ignore it. You really do. But something in your chest tightens, that familiar pull—like a string tied straight from your ribcage to Bucky.
You glance down
Bucky 🖤
miss you.
Your lips twitch despite yourself. It’s innocent enough. Harmless.
You type back quickly beneath the table.
miss you too. behave.
You barely have time to set your phone down before it buzzes again.
You hesitate this time.
Natasha’s still talking. No one’s looking at you.
You check.
can’t.
Another message comes in immediately after.
thinking about you.
Heat blooms low in your stomach.
You shift in your seat, pressing your thighs together just slightly, trying to ground yourself. You don’t respond this time. You shouldn’t encourage him.
Your phone buzzes again anyway, this time with an image, that has you doing everything you can not to choke on your drink.
Bucky is sitting on the edge of your shared bed, shirt nowhere in sight, dog tags resting against his bare chest. His hair is a little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. His thighs are spread just enough, sweatpants slung low on his hips, one large hand wrapped loosely around himself.
Not fully, ust enough to make your mouth go dry.
Just enough to make it very, very clear what he’s doing.
You snap your phone facedown against the table so fast it almost makes a sound.
“Everything okay?” Wanda asks softly, tilting her head.
“Yeah,” you say quickly, voice a little too high. “Just—uh—work thing.”
Natasha narrows her eyes at you, suspicious, but doesn’t push. Thankfully.
Your phone buzzes again.
You ignore it.
It buzzes again.
And again.
You swallow hard, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind is gone. Completely gone. All you can think about is the image burned into your brain—his hand, the way his muscles flexed, the implication of what he was doing while you sat here pretending to be normal.
You cave.
You flip your phone back over, shielding it slightly with your hand.
wish it was your hand instead.
Your breath stutters.
Another message follows.
or your mouth.
You nearly choke.
“Drink,” Maria says, shoving your glass toward you with a raised brow. “You look like you are dying.”
“I’m fine,” you manage, grabbing the drink and taking a long sip just to give yourself something to do.
Your phone buzzes again.
You shouldn’t look, but you do. This time there's an even worse picture
His head is tipped back, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. His hand is higher now, grip tighter, veins standing out along his forearm. His other hand is braced on the mattress beside him, fingers digging into the sheets like he’s holding himself together.
Your thighs press together hard this time.
You can feel the heat pooling between them, can feel how soaked you’re getting just from looking at him.
you like this, doll?
You don’t respond.
You can’t.
Your fingers hover over the keyboard, trembling slightly, but nothing comes out.
bet you’re squirming right now.
You shift again in your seat, biting your lip.
He knows you too well.
come home soon.
Your heart pounds.
You lock your phone this time, shoving it into your bag like it’s burned you.
“Alright,” you say abruptly, pushing your chair back. “I—uh—I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. I should head out.”
Natasha smirks immediately. “Early morning, huh?”
You don’t dignify that with a response.
You say your goodbyes as quickly as possible, ignoring the knowing looks, ignoring the way your entire body feels like it’s buzzing under your skin.
The drive home is torture.
Every red light feels too long. Every second drags. Your mind replays every message, every image, every word.
By the time you get to your apartment, your patience is gone.
You shove the door open, kicking it shut behind you.
“Bucky—”
He’s in the kitchen, fully dressed and calm as if its any other day.
Leaning against the counter like he’s been there all evening, flipping through something on his phone.
He looks up at you, brows lifting slightly in mild surprise.
“Hey,” he says, voice casual. “You’re back early.”
You stare at him.
Your brain short-circuits.
“What—” you start, then stop, gesturing vaguely at him. “What are you doing?”
He frowns, pushing off the counter. “What do you mean?”
“You—” You take a step toward him, incredulous. “You were just—”
“Just what?” he asks, completely innocent.
Your jaw drops.
“You were sending me—” you lower your voice, glancing around like someone might hear, “—pictures. And texts. And now you’re just—standing here?”
Bucky blinks at you like he has absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.
“Pictures?” he repeats slowly.
You stare at him.
He’s serious.
Or at least, he looks serious.
Your frustration spikes.
“You know what I’m talking about,” you snap, heat flooding your face. “You’ve been torturing me for the last hour and now you’re acting like—”
Before you can finish, he steps closer.
Close enough that your words falter.
Close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.
“Was I?” he murmurs, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
Your breath catches.
His hand comes up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, tilting your face up toward his.
“You seemed fine,” he continues softly. “Out with your friends. Having fun.”
You swallow hard.
“You know I wasn’t fine,” you whisper.
His lips twitch with a hinr of smugness that confirm his intentions.
“Yeah,” he admits quietly. “I figured.”
Your hands ball into fists at your sides.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Mm.” He leans in slightly, nose brushing yours. “And you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
You inhale sharply while his smirk deepens.
“Been thinking about me this whole time,” he murmurs, voice low and rough now, all pretense gone. “Sitting there, trying to act normal while I had you falling apart.”
Your knees feel weak.
“Bucky—”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenges softly.
You can’t.
Because he isn’t.
He knows it.
His hand slides down, fingers brushing your hip, your waist, before settling at your thigh—squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.
“Next time,” he says, voice dark with promise, “you answer me.”
You shiver.
“Or I’ll make it worse.”
By the way your body reacts, you know you'll let him.
Hey so cow can Finn simultaneously be the cutest but hottest but smallest but funkiest but most handsome man on the planet like he’s so UGH cutie
his duality 😍😍
no it's genuinely GOBSMACKING. the way he serves all of those and it'll all be within. like. a day. #1 shapeshifter i tell u. but i love it and that's the #beauty.... of him.... 🤍
on tiktok everyone posts the funky photos of him in comment sections like it's supposed to ick me out like no mama i want him at his funkiest too sorryyy😢😅✌️ missing out
Can we all agree this is one of the CUTEST byler scenes of all time, i mean, Mikes excitement is everything to me. Because in that moment, he sees Will and everything he’s been through. His Will who has been through hell and back has POWERS. The sheer excitement on his face giving us a small glimpse into his personality from seasons 1-2. Not to mention the line he says is so cute because Will is, “A sorcerer. A real-life, honest-to-God sorcerer”
This scene is so important to me as a Mike fan because for a second we get his sweetness back and even though i’ve loved him throughout the show it’s nice to have him back.
Two 12 year olds not being interested in anything about each other beyond the girl feeling safe with the boy, and the boy liking that the girl has superpowers.
It didn't really get any better from here. They were separated a week later and didn't meet back up for a year. The boy even thought the girl was dead, while the girl spied on the boy.
They had a train wreck of a relationship where they never got on the same page, not once. They fought and broke up, only getting back together after the boy made amends with his gay best friend, who he also fought with.
Their most romantic scenes together paled in comparison to other couples, and their interactions in the final season were stiff and emotionless, as if their actors hated every second of it, up until a melodramatic final scene that may or may not have even happened.
Yet most of the audience shipped them.
The bar is so low for straight pairings that it's on the floor.
