summary: Why had Dan agreed to this? Pretending to be Phil’s boyfriend at his ex’s wedding had seemed like a nice idea at first, a way to meet some of Phil’s old university friends while helping him avoid humiliation, but already Dan’s on edge.
If Dan allows himself to relax for a day, lets himself watch Phil as much as he wants, touch Phil as much as he wants, carry on their flirtatious banter when normally he’d laugh it off… he’s worried about what Phil might see.
word count: ~3800
a/n: this is my fill for the sfw prompt for day 4 of phanweek, fake dating!
this fic is a couple of firsts for me! it’s my first ‘getting together’ fic, and my first attempt to write from Phil’s perspective (as much as anything is from anyone’s perspective in a third person fic), so i really hope you like it!
I think the saddest part about all of this is that it’s Nicole who is convincing Corey about all of this stuff, not the other way around. It would be bad enough if she was “blinded by the Mayo” but in all reality, she IS the Mayo that is blinding people…
Imagine Bucky buying himself something nice for the first time and he's super happy about it. Maybe like a new pair of shoes or a leather jacket or something 😊
“Okay, seriously, Bucky. I love you like a brother, but you gotta stop stealing my shoes,” Sam said as he shoved a tattered running sneaker in Bucky’s face. “These were damn near new before you got to them.”
Bucky took the shoe and visually inspected it before tossing it back to Sam. Aside from some dirt, frayed shoelaces and a hole forming in the sole, they were almost new. "Looks fine to me.“
“No more raiding my closet, Barnes,” Sam said. "Not until you get some stuff I can snag from you. That’s fair, isn’t it?“
"All I have are my combat boots.”
“You stole them from Steve.”
“Whatever. Anyway, ‘steal’ is a really hurtful word, Sam,” Bucky began with humor dancing in his words. “I like to say I’m…temporarily taking possession with intent to return. Eventually.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, go get your own shoes so you won’t have to do whatever it is you just said. Oh, and put it on Stark’s expense account.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "We can do that?“
"No one said we couldn’t.” Sam shot Bucky a wink and left the room, busted sneakers in hand.
“Can I keep those, at least?” Bucky asked while Sam was still in earshot.
Since Sam’s closet was off-limits for the time being, Bucky figured he should take his friend’s advice and get his own shoes. Trouble was that there was such a huge selection in the store he picked and he didn’t feel like going anywhere else. How was he supposed to pick the perfect pair? There were some fancy ones that looked more up Stark’s alley, some shoes without laces that looked like he’d fall out of them the first step he took and some strange knee high boots with a terrible tactical advantage.
“Who the hell would wear these?” he said to himself as he held onto a sneaker covered in faux fur for some strange reason.
“Oh, that happens to be one of our best sellers,” a store employee said from behind. "Would you like to try them on?“
"Looks like they’d attack me in my sleep,” he joked. "But, I do need some help.“
"Certainly! What are you looking for?”
“Anything that doesn’t look like this,” he answered, motioning to the furry shoe in his hand.
“How many pairs did you buy?” Sam asked. He’d entered the room Bucky shared with Steve and walked into a valley of shoe boxes, stumbling over one. .
“Lost count after 10,” Bucky said, as he stood in the mirror, admiring the pair of very expensive, Italian leather motorcycle boots on his feet. His face broke into a bright smile as he looked back at Sam. “Fucking nice, right?”
“Very nice. Can’t wait to borrow them,” Sam said with a grin. “You know Stark is gonna kill you, right?”
Bucky shrugged and turned back to the mirror. “I can take him.”