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[thatmexisaurusrex]

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SamBucky Prompt Game

Oooh great choice! I hope you're good with a Sam Searching for Bucky Era ficlet 👀

Hidden Weapons

Sam had been following Bucky through the streets of Lisbon for days.

Observing him.

Watching where he went.

Down narrow streets of calçada portuguesa, of black and white stone that bled into quads of vast space. To farmers' markets selling plums; to hole-in-the-wall bars; to scenic cafes; to a small apartment over a wine shop.

He kept to himself. He didn't seem to want to interact with anyone.

It was.

Quiet.

And kind of peaceful to trail Bucky. And he seemed to notice Sam; coffee on the house and a free beer and a nice little plum pie from a woman who seemed to talk Sam's ear off about a nice young man who had his eye on Sam.

And.

Okay.

That was fun too.

To see when Bucky had spotted Sam as well. This little week-long game of I Spy.

Sam had acted on instinct when he felt someone behind him. He barely knew what he was doing before he pulled out his pocket knife, hidden for protection; his knife clattering with the knife of the mysterious assassin behind him.

Or maybe just a henchman.

And it was muscle memory. Parrying each and every glide of the blade as this man came at Sam with all his power.

Before Sam could do more, though, Sam.

Sam saw the man yelp in surprise as someone.

Picked.

Him.

Up.

"You don't threaten Sam," hissed Bucky as he held the surprised man in the air by the scruff of his shirt.

He seemed horrified by this turn of events. He tried to turn, tried to swipe at Bucky, but -

Sam knocked the dangling man out cold with the butt of his pocket knife.

"I had it under control," said Sam, which was true.

He was sure he would have won.

"I know. But it gave me an opportunity to say hi," said Bucky as he placed the man on the ground, his back propped up by a wall, "Hi."

And.

What a way to really introduce themselves to one another.

Sam.

Couldn't help but smile at that.

"Hi. I'm Sam. But you already know that."

"Bucky. But you already know that too. Uh. Would you like to get a drink?"

"Definitely," said Sam, and - and maybe Sam should tell Steve he found his friend.

But.

Sam was okay with getting a drink with Bucky first.

[katatonicimpression]

@jemgirl86 i somehow lost your ask, but I answered both prompts! This one is fluffy, the other is angst.

14. things you said after you kissed me

“Called it.”

Bucky pulled back, but didn’t take his hands off Sam’s waist.

“What?”

“Sorry,” Sam smiled, reaching up and trying to pull Bucky back in for a second kiss.

“You said “called it”, Sam.”

“Ok.” Sam pulled back a little, resting his forearms on Bucky’s shoulders. “So… Don’t make it weird, but Joaquin owes me twenty dollars now.”

Bucky blinked, then frowned.

“You had a bet on me kissing you?”

“I said don’t be weird about it.”

“I’m the one who’s weird?” Bucky’s face contorted into something outraged, and adorable. “I didn’t even know I was going to do that!”

Sam shrugged in lieu of an answer.

“What, and you did?” Bucky wasn’t done, although his hands still hadn’t moved.

“Maybe,” Sam said. He was still smiling, a little bit smug. “I know you’ll do it again.”

Bucky glared at him for a second, then relented. He leaned down to kiss Sam again.

“I hate you,” Bucky said against his lips.

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.”

[jemgirl86]

Anyway, let’s play a SamBucky WIP Game to cleanse the tag lol

Rules: List your WIPs and tag 5 ppl, and we’ll send each other asks for a snippet

Temptation

Cheap

New

Things You Didn’t Say At All

Working My Way Back To You

Football AU

NYE

Supernatural AU

No pressure tagging @siancore @katatonicimpression @sunsetmaidenwrites @funsized-loser @abarbaricyalp

[cobrafantasies]

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Thank you for tagging me @sunsetmaidenwrites!

I currently only have two wips and one is a Halloween fic, which would be my first :)

No pressure, tagging @heyitsyav, @sambambucky, @ateerys-punctuationpanic, @soliloquent-stark, @bastianfruit

Since becoming Captain America, this may be the dumbest shit Sam has ever done. But he wanted a night out. One where he didn’t have to pose for thirty selfies and sign people’s sneakers or forearms with whatever shitty pen they could find. Where he didn’t have to fake-smile through an elderly man’s proclamation about history changing right before his eyes.

He just wanted a normal night out and Halloween seemed like the perfect pick when he found a bar hosting a costume party. So, yeah, Sam decided to wear a full-concealing, goblin mask that hides every inch of his face. It’s quite ugly. The rest of him is decked out in dark green. Suede, forest green suit pants and a long-sleeve, green turtle neck. A goblin has got to dress up sometime. 

He’s not going to win the costume contest and he doesn’t want to. His whole goal tonight is to relax in the glorious anonymity. Maybe dance a little dirty with a guy and if he’s lucky, find a dark enough room for him to take his mask off and make out with someone.

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

Hi! While You Were Sleeping?? (Over the holidays I was kinda jonesing for an AU of that movie)

Hey there! Thanks for your ask! I was actually hoping to do this one this past year for the holidays, but it didn't work out. This one is kinda wild. Hopefully I can live up to the original spirit of the movie and still make it uniquely SamBucky.

Snippet:

What the ef kind of name was Alpine?! Rich people, Sam thought morosely. He couldn’t help but fret over the whole thing though. “I can keep coming over here to feed her, but maybe you ought to take her until Tony wakes up.”

Bucky was already shaking his head. “I’m not taking Tony’s cat. You’re his fiancé. You take the cat.”

“I can’t take the cat. I already have a cat, and he might not take too kindly to this princess infringing on his space.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and stewed on that for a few seconds. “How exactly were y’all gonna handle this when ya—ya know!—got effing married?”

And look, okay. Sam knew he had no business being offended that Bucky was calling him out over a fake engagement to a guy he knew fuck-all about. Sam knew that, all right…but still. Bucky had a way of being so unbearably smug and cynical; Sam couldn’t help but react sourly. “We haven’t figured out the logistics yet.”

“Seems like y’all haven’t figured out a lot of things,” he said, some bite in that tone.

“Yeah well, until he wakes up, we gotta make do, and you should take the cat. I don’t like the idea of her here all alone.”

“So, move in then. Isn’t that what most engaged people do anyway?”

Oh! Now this asshole was just arguing to argue. Sam wished he could say it wasn’t kinda hot. This thing had spiraled way out of control, but there was no earthly way he was plopping his sweet self down in Tony Stark’s swanky digs.

[exbex]

Hi! For the intimacy prompts: SamBucky + 21?

Sam’s heartrate is probably returning to its normal resting rate. 

Bucky’s, on the other hand, is definitely increasing.

Sam is standing in the kitchen, wearing what he calls runner’s leggings, what Bucky calls an imminent danger to motorists, and the royal blue hoodie that threatens to do Bucky in. He’s drinking from a metal water bottle and Bucky is losing his mind because he’s jealous of a damn bottle.

Sam turns to him and grins, and Bucky’s heartrate increases at the way his eyes light up, as if Bucky is the best thing he can think of coming home to. “Morning Sleepyhead.”

“Morning,” Bucky murmurs, and crosses the few feet between them. He takes the hem of the hoodie of excellence in his fingers, pauses, giving Sam time to put the brakes on, and when Sam just gives him a playful look, he begins to inch it up. “You look like you need to cool off.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Sam smirks, but he lifts his arms to allow Bucky to pull it over his head and off.

Bucky leans in, kisses the pulse point in Sam’s neck. “Gotta check your heartrate; make sure it’s returning to normal.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna do that with you this close,” Sam says as he tilts his head to give Bucky easier access.

Bucky pulls away, slots his hands on the backs of Sam’s thighs. “Up,” he says, and lifts Sam in one easy movement. He relishes the way Sam gasps and wraps his legs around Bucky’s waist, leans his ear against Sam’s chest, and listens to his heart.

It’s strong, and steady, and reminds Bucky, more than the hoodie of excellence, more than the danger leggings, more than anything else at all, that he is damned lucky to be alive.

[questinwitchface]

FANFIC TAG! When you get this, share three of your favorite fan fics or fan fic writers, give a shoutout to those who deserve it! Then send this ask to three people, on anon or not, doesn’t matter, just spread the love for the amazing writers on here 💕 📖💕

Ooh, thanks for sending this to me! What a fun idea! All of these are SamBucky fics :)

@sunsetmaidenwrites (SunsetMaiden on AO3). I recommend Destination Wedding (rated M, 31k, complete) because there's a really good balance of humor and heart to it. Also the banter is top notch!

@sambambucky (sambambucky on AO3). I recommend a fair day's work (rated M, 34k so far, work in progress) because it's got a fun blend of action and humor, and the world is so complex and interesting!

@livingincolorsagain (livingincolors on AO3). I recommend must've been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this) (rated M, 3k, complete) because the angst is just so, so delicious and makes me cry every time!

(I know this is supposed to be an ask game, but idk which of my mutuals would be most likely to do it, and I know a few of my mutuals are going through some stuff right now, so I was worried about pressuring people, so if you see this and want to participate, please consider yourself tagged!)

[underwhelmingalchemist]

11 for the drabble ask game?

Full disclosure, I haven't ever written a drabble before, so keeping it exactly 100 words long was a challenge. But here's one with Sam and Bucky!

11. "If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass."

Sam turned to Bucky, holding up a newly unpacked sheet ghost decoration. “You think actual ghosts look like this?”

Bucky shrugged. “Who knows. All I know is that when I die, I’m haunting your ass.”

“What? What did I do?”

“Remember the other day when your wings weren’t working, so you threw yourself off a roof because you were just that confident I would catch you?”

“And you did.”

“Exactly. If I don’t haunt you, who’s going to save you from your own stupid bravery?”

“Using that logic, I guess we’ll just have to haunt each other.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

Drabble game ask game here!

[livingincolorsagain]

Hi! For the ship ask game: #20 for SamBucky?

hi! thanks for the ask 💖

from this list

What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Well, they definitely ‘borrow’ sweaters and sweatshirts and henleys from each other, especially before they moved in together. Sam’s favorite cozy sweater disappeared one day and the next week when he went to Bucky’s place he found him wearing it with a sheepish smile. He couldn’t even be mad, not when he was wearing Bucky’s blue henley under his jacket.

Then, after they started living together and Bucky retired, he would wear Sam’s clothes while he’s away on missions. He found that it made him feel calmer and closer to Sam when he’s not home. Sam only found out about it when he was in a hospital bed, Bucky sitting on the uncomfortable chair next to the bed with a pale face and Sam’s old, fraying sweatshirt.

[bisamwilson]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

hello! thanks for the ask!

i did this a few weeks ago BUT i have more than five fics so here's five more!

(some nsfw text below the cut!)

i just met you (and this is crazy), M, 19.2k, complete

Sam finds the Winter Soldier ordering an americano in Paris. The rest of the patrons are drinking tiny plain espressos, as whatever God that rules over Europe intended, but Sam can hear the voice he recognizes from old audio tours of the Smithsonian asking for “café Americain” while the barista turns up her nose. Sam watches as he receives his drink and an éclair, walking calmly over to a small empty table and pulling out something that resembles an iPad. “Didn’t know being a fugitive afforded the salary for tech like that,” Sam says, sliding into the chair across from him. 

2. la vie en rose, E, 6.1k, complete

They mostly stay out of the drama, and they’re both more than charming enough to keep Lexie Grace happy, so they both pass through the next three rose ceremonies with flying colors, no doubt at all that either of them would make it through. Sam thinks it might be a little strange that he looks forward to being with Bucky more than Lexie Grace most days, but he chalks it up to the fact that they spend way more time together due to living together and the impersonal nature of group dates. He’s gotten to know Bucky in a way he hasn’t with Lexie Grace yet; he’s sure his feelings will change when they get more solo dates going. When Bucky follows him to an empty bathroom, turns on multiple showers to drown out any noises from the microphone outside the doors, and backs him up against a shower wall, lips brushing against his neck, he thinks he might’ve made a miscalculation.

3. tell him that his lonesome nights are over, E, 1.5k, complete

They’d figured this out a few months before, after entirely too many mornings and nights and three AMs where Bucky would wake up hard and needy, caught between waking Sam up and letting him get some much needed rest. Usually, they’d end up with the worst of both outcomes: Bucky trying and failing to get himself off quietly by rutting into his hand or the mattress, but too keyed up by that point to do it quietly. It would wake Sam up anyway, already too late to join in any of the fun.   They have a long discussion about consent and boundaries after the eighth or so time this happens, ending up with the perfect solution: Bucky fucks Sam without waking him up first.

4. one of those nights, E, 3.8k, complete

There’s a kind of greasy man holding up the bar near Sam’s normal spot, and he’s admittedly not too happy about it. “Come here often?” he asks once he reaches the bar, words flirty but tone irritated.  The man turns around and blinks, giving Sam a full view of his face. He’s entirely clean-shaven, a surprising look considering his just-past-shoulder-length dark hair, and his lips are cherry red, likely from being constantly bitten. His expression is entirely blank, almost unsettlingly so, but when he notices Sam’s discerning look he snaps on a charming smile, his blue eyes brightening. If he’s looking for a partner to bite him tonight, more power to him, but Sam’ll be damned if he does it from his barstool.

5. from ear to ear, E, 7.1k, complete

Sam mindlessly pinches at his ears again, and Bucky only barely keeps himself from banging his own head against the back of the diner booth to physically chase away his thoughts. “Yeah, I usually only push an earring through to keep ‘em from closing up; it was a bitch to get them done the first time and I’d rather not do it again.”  He switches to the left ear, and Bucky thinks he might just melt into the booth. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done that, though. Kinda surprised they haven’t closed up yet.” He tilts his head, a little tic that Bucky has started labeling as “considering,” and then nods whenever he’s apparently made up his mind. “I’ll throw some studs in when we get home tonight, wear ‘em around for a bit. No use keeping them open this long only to let them close up now.” Bucky takes a sip of his beer and, for once, feels grateful that he can’t get drunk. He’s pretty sure he’d say something not so platonic to his very platonic earring-wearing best friend if he was just a little less sober.

[ineffable-snowman]

Hey there! For the wip tag game, I'd love to hear more about Alpine and Figaro saving the relationship because I'm a sucker for Cat-Dad's SamBucky! (Also, thanks for the tag!)

Cat-Dads Sambucky my beloved 😻

So this is a no powers AU where Sam and Bucky had an ugly breakup and haven't seen each other in years. Then Steve and Sharon marry and of course Steve wants his two best friends to be there. Then this happens (snippet from chapter 2):

I need your help, he texted Sam.

Almost immediately, Sam called him back.

“Bucky? Where are you? What is going on?”

“I’m in the hotel parking lot. And, uh, there is a situation.”

“What did you do?”

“Can you come?”

“On my way.”

Bucky exhaled in relief.

“You better not have a dead body in your trunk,” Sam said when he came jogging towards the parking lot.

“Quite the contrary.” Bucky opened the passenger door to show Sam the cardboard box.

“What the hell is this – and what is this smell?”

Bucky carefully opened the lid so Sam could peer inside. “I found them at a gas station, in the dumpster. I heard their meows and there was no mother cat in sight and, well, I couldn’t just leave them there, could I?”

“Some people are just assholes,” Sam said. Then his voice changed completely when a pitiful little meow came from the box. “You poor little things, were you abandoned? Are you hungry? Where’s your mom?”

“The hotel doesn’t permit pets,” Bucky interrupted that conversation.

Sam turned back to him. “So what’s your plan?”

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For the Sambucky romance ask: 💕

SamBucky Romance Asks

Ooh, "💕 Who Fell First"! Great option, Leslie 😆 It was so good, I accidentally 😂 wrote enough to post on AO3, so it's on there too 😂 I hope you enjoy this little fic! 🥰

Link to AO3 version!

Plum Jam

Sam hadn't meant to bump into the man when he was at the grocery store.

Honestly, Sam's entire day had been a bit of a mess.

Sam had talked to Steve about Riley earlier that day. And it wasn't that Sam didn't like thinking about Riley. Sam loved to remember the ridiculous dad jokes Riley loved to tell; he loved how Riley would find a way to tangle himself in Sam's personal space whenever he had the opportunity; Sam loved how Riley's arm always rested on his chest when they slept like a comforting weight.

But thinking back to that moment.

Back to the fall.

Sam always forgot how much pain that dredged up in him. How it could feel as if that guilt and heartbreak were fresh again, like a reopened wound.

Sam had asked to go home early when he realized how unfocused he was at the VA after that. He had gone home and realized he had no food, and without really thinking about how he could have just ordered in, decided to go to the grocery store.

And now, Sam was bumping into random strangers.

"Sorry," said Sam, frazzled as he noticed and picked up the plum jam on the ground that had thankfully not broken during the fall, "I'm all over the place. Here."

Sam extended the plum jam to the man.

The man wore mostly leather, with a baseball cap on greasy, long hair that needed a brush and a mask Sam assumed had to be heavy duty - maybe the man had a cold?

The man didn't look down at the jam.

No.

He stared at Sam with piercing blue eyes that pinned Sam where he stood. He stared at Sam as if Sam were the first person he had seen after a long coma. He started at Sam as if Sam had just moved mountains, had just performed a miracle.

He stared at Sam like Sam was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.

Sam's face heated at that thought, because, no, not everyone Sam bumped into at the grocery store thought Sam was hot. Sam wasn't going to feed into that idea.

"I'll... put it back on the shelf," said Sam, about to place the jam back before the man's hand instantly reached for the jam.

His hand wrapped around both Sam's fingers and the jam.

"Bucky!" blurted the man, still holding the jar of jam with Sam.

It felt like they were holding hands.

Sam couldn't find it in himself to let go.

"My name is Bucky," said the man as if he was only certain of that fact at this very moment.

Sam couldn't help but answer back, "I'm Sam."

Bucky didn't look down at the jam. He kept looking into Sam's eyes. Sam couldn't keep holding onto the jam with this man, could he?

"You like plums?" asked Sam, which sounded awkward when he was saying it.

"Do I - " Bucky started before turning his gaze to the jar, "... I guess I do."

Weird way to answer that.

"My Ma, when she was very young, used to go to this one stand in Constanța that had these fresh plums," continued Bucky, his voice soft, "She would look everywhere for plums that reminded her of home. When she found some we could afford, she would scrounge up whatever supplies we had at home and try to make găluște cu prune - plum dumplings. She could never make them as well as her bunica, but I always loved them."

Sam couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. This man reminded of home and family by something so small.

"We had this pecan tree in the back of our house - we still do, my sister owns our family home now," Sam explained, "And my mama would have us help her pick pecans and make pralines. It was usually during a Saturday afternoon and our entire house would smell like pralines for days. She talked about how her own mama had taught her, and her mama's daddy had taught her. And when I miss her, sometimes I'll buy a thing of pecans and try to make pralines."

"You're beautiful," Bucky said, stumbling before correcting himself, "That's beautiful. That's."

Sam really needed to stop basically holding hands with this man.

Bucky was wearing these gloves, these fingerless gloves. Sam wasn't sure if he had ever seen fingerless leather gloves before, but here they were, on this man.

There was a distinct contrast between the gloves and Bucky's fingers.

The gloves were smooth; a soft, thick black leather that felt almost comforting.

Bucky's fingers were calloused to hell and back. They rubbed on Sam like a strangely addictive sandpaper. They radiated heat; they were almost scorching to the touch without the leather. But it was a nice heat; the type you nestled in after a long, tiring day at work.

Sam wanted to crawl into that heat and close his eyes.

Fuck.

Why was Sam still holding onto this jar?

"I'm not even sure why I'm in this aisle," Sam confessed, "I meant to just get myself a roast chicken."

Which sounded sad. It was a little sad. But hey, a man can live alone and eat pre-cooked chicken if he wanted to.

"They roast the chicken for you?" asked Bucky, as if he had never been to a grocery store in his life.

"Yeah. They do," said Sam, still holding the jam with Bucky, "I usually shred it up, put it on some rice with some veggies I cook with the rice. Shishito peppers and onions and garlic. Pretty simple easy meal."

"Sounds delicious," said Bucky, still gazing into Sam's eyes as if they were the only things for miles.

"It can be," said Sam as he finally, finally, let go of the jam, "I should probably get that chicken for it. Hope you like the plum jam."

"Yeah," said Bucky as he straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Yeah. Thank you for the jam."

Sam walked away from Bucky. He could still feel Bucky's gaze on him as he left the aisle.

[katatonicimpression]

I remember you by the fic where bucky blurts out "marry me" with no context after a hundred chapters of angst

Gets me every time 😭

This one?

Spoiler alert! But THANK YOU!

[writerkenna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Hey! Thanks!

Here are my underrated favs of my fics, in no particular order:

Bringing Her Up (sambucky, WBF verse, 21k): I love this one bc of all the big emotions and intimate moments it allowed me to explore! There is something that calls to me about writing Bucky and Sam with a newborn, and I could write a million more fics about them in their first days of parenthood, discovering it all.

Stumble and Fall Your Way to Each Other (nelsonxlisa, 46k, slow burn, second person pov): This one is a fav, despite how small the fandom is. It took me two years to write, but I’m really proud of the plot and character arcs here. I think these characters, despite being based on cartoons, are the most human I’ve ever written.

mixed ingredients (clintasha, au of The Switch, WIP):

I know this one isn’t finished, but I’m LOVING writing it!!! I have never written clintasha or Clint pov before, but both are very fun and also I think I might be good at it? Stay tuned for more of this bc I’m definitely invested.

Parts of a Whole (sambucky, mpreg, HTP, intersex!Bucky, 14.8k): In my own opinion, this is probably the best thing I personally have ever written. A lot of that is thanks to incredible beta reading from @lies-unfurl @livingincolorsagain, Niol, and a whole bunch of other people. Also, I wrote this and then let it sit unposted for a month before the Summer Trash Splash. When I reread it before posting it, I made some final edits that it’s definitely better for. All in all, thematically and emotionally, I think this is my best fic.

you’re havin’ my baby (what a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me) (stony, mpreg, 14k): This is another fic I just had fun with. It flowed out of me in a way few other things have, to the point where I was writing it in parking lots in the five min I would have before I went into work, just to get my ideas written down. I like that I went a little bit more crack-y and comedic than I usually do and I think it works here. This is a fic I definitely wish got just a little more attention.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[cobrafantasies]

Hello dear! I wanted to do the writer ask game thing. Could you please do either Do Over or Flip Flop for So, This Is Jealousy? If you do Flip Flop, I'd love the scene where they're trying to get Bucky to prove he can flirt and Bucky ends up saying "you're the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my life!" because I love that scene! But if you want to pick a different scene, I'd be happy with that, too, no pressure! Thank you <3

Hi! Thank you for the ask! lol, what a great scene, thanks for picking it out :)

Rewritten from Sam's pov:

"Just pretend the person you like is standing in front of you and tell us what you'd say to them."

Bucky swallows. He looks uncomfortable, but to be fair he always looks uncomfortable. He's not a very relaxed person. And dating should do him good, that's why Sam's pushing it.

"I..." Bucky stutters, peering down.

His cheeks are already blushing, that's something else he does a lot. Goes all red at the smallest comment. Even Hannah has noticed and told Sam she finds it adorable. He never told her he secretly agreed.

"Don't be shy," Hannah pushes, Sam smiles wider at his girlfriend's insistence.

"Just show us what you'd say," Sam presses.

"Bucky, just try it," Hannah pokes again.

"It's not that hard, man," Sam fuels. "Just say something."

They're staring him down and Sam can already see that Bucky's caving. It's a benefit to being partners you can't really explain. He can recognize all these little signs in Bucky's face that give away when his guard is waning.

Sam doesn't tell people how often Bucky gives in to him and how much Sam likes to use that to his advantage. It's all harmless stuff, but Sam enjoys that little power shift nevertheless.

Sam's staring right at Bucky when he sees the walls coming down and his partner's expression changes to something like panic.

It's so sudden, Sam barely has a chance to react before he yells, "You're the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my entire life!"

The room goes dead quiet. Sam's smile falls off his face in shock. It's maybe the first time he's at a total loss of what to say and the air grows so thick in the looming silence.

Sam blinks slowly, trying to process the fact that Bucky just called him attractive. Like more than attractive — the most handsome guy he's ever seen in his life.

"I'm sorry," Bucky says swiftly, backing away a few steps.

Sam can feel Hannah look at him, but Sam's still drawing a blank. He's got nothing. And he feels god-awful because he can see how terrified Bucky looks, how embarrassed.

It's his job to make it better. That's his partner and he's just leaving him hanging. Sam never does this.

"No honey, don't apologize," Hannah steps in.

Sam shakes his head, he has to say something.

"I'm sorry, I just need a minute," Sam finally states.

"I gotta go," Bucky murmurs and runs to his room.

Shit, Sam needs to fix this.

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

Hello dear! I simply must ask about 3 bed, 2 bath, 1 ghost. I am guessing this is Bucky/Ava?

LOL No, it's SamBucky, but you may have helped me figure out my ghost.🤣 This is actually based on a Hallmark movie. I'm still working my way through the movie to see if there's enough plot there to make a compelling SamBucky story. But basically, a realtor (I'm thinking Sam) is trying to sell his first house. There's just one pesky problem...it's freaking haunted by a ghost who is not ready to move on. The ghost becomes super interested in his love life and decides she must reunite him with his ex (Bucky, who conveniently keeps popping up everywhere, because this is a Hallmark movie) before she can move on.

I actually had someone a while back encourage me to do a SamBucky story with Alexei as a ghost (there was a prompt in the tag; kinda a nod to the movie Anthony Mackie and David Harbour did together), and this was my starting point, but I'm not sure I can convincingly write Alexei, so I'm still working out the details on this one. Plus, it would be my second SamBucky ghost story wip, and maybe that's overkill. LOL Thanks for your ask/interest!