#sambucky drabble

[honeeysagee]

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯? - sambucky drabble

sam doesn't notice the recent changes in his life until he looks up one day and sees them all standing in front of me.

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞!

Sam Wilson didn't notice the change around his house. Sure, it needed a little cleaning, and the floors squeaked a little more these days, but he paid no mind to that. However, he didn't notice the extra pair of boots or the new coat that hung on the coat rack by the door. No, he barely even noticed the extra toothpaste in the bathroom.

He didn’t question the way the fridge stayed full or how the coffee never ran out. He didn’t pause when dinner started showing up in warm containers instead of takeout bags. And when he woke up to the sound of someone fixing the leaky faucet he’d meant to deal with three months ago, he just grunted a sleepy thanks and went back to bed.

It wasn’t that Sam was oblivious. He just… wasn’t looking too closely.

Not until he tripped over a pair of boots that weren’t his size and swore loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Jesus, Buck—”

Bucky poked his head out of the kitchen, dishtowel slung over his shoulder like he lived there.

“You okay?” he asked, like he belonged.

Sam blinked. Then stared.

At the boots. At the towel. At the man in his kitchen.

"Yeah." He muttered and then left the conversation before he could register what he was seeing.

For the next couple of days, he noticed everything.

The way Bucky always left the sponge on the wrong side of the sink. The faint smell of Bucky’s cologne lingering on the couch cushion. The sound of the shower running even though Sam hadn’t turned it on. The quiet hum of someone else moving through his space like they’d always belonged.

He noticed the folded laundry that wasn’t his. The way his playlist had mysteriously gained three old rock songs he didn’t remember adding. The jacket draped over the back of his favorite chair. The half-read book on the coffee table with a metal bookmark tucked in neatly.

Everywhere he looked, there was Bucky.

And the thing was—it wasn’t unwelcome. Just… unsettling. Like finding a familiar rhythm in a song you didn’t realize you were humming.

It wasn’t until Thursday night, when Bucky was halfway through chopping garlic and asking if Sam wanted rice or potatoes, that Sam finally said it.

"When did you move in?"

Bucky didn’t look up right away. He scraped the garlic into the sizzling pan, the scent filling the space between them. It gave him just enough time to decide how honest he wanted to be.

“Couple weeks ago,” he said casually, like it was nothing. Like it was normal. “Give or take.”

Sam blinked. “A couple weeks? You didn't say anything.”

“Mmhm.” Bucky stirred the pan. “I didn’t wanna make a big deal out of it.”

Sam folded his arms. “You brought a coat rack.”

“It was on sale.”

“You reorganized my pantry.”

“You had cereal next to canned beans. That’s chaos.”

Sam tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “You brought oat milk.”

Bucky shrugged. “You were out, and I bought whole milk for myself.”

There was a pause. A long one.

Sam stared at him—at the man who was comfortably barefoot in his kitchen, wearing a T-shirt Sam was pretty sure used to be his, acting like he hadn’t just casually confessed to squatting in his house for two weeks without permission.

The part that rattled him wasn’t the fact that Bucky had moved in.

It was the fact that Sam hadn’t noticed. Hadn’t minded. Still didn’t.

He exhaled slowly. “You gonna keep doing this?”

Bucky looked over, brow raised. “Doing what?”

“This. Showing up. Making dinner. Sleeping in my bed.”

Bucky set the spoon down. “Do you want me to stop?”

Sam didn’t answer right away. The silence between them stretched—thick, warm, familiar.

Finally, he shook his head once. “No. I'm getting free food and things fixed around here. Stay forever if you like.”

And Bucky, eyes soft and hopeful, smiled like he’d already known that. Like maybe he’d just been waiting for Sam to say it out loud.

[saikiflm]

sambucky’s first encounter is very important to me because i can just imagine how flustered and embarrassed bucky gets whenever sam reminisces on the meeting.

When the kids ask the couple how they first met, Sam was already beaming to tell the story. Bucky knows that it’s one of Sam’s favorite story to tell but for him, as much as he’s thankful to whatever power above introduced him to this beautiful man he now calls his husband, he loathes this story. Only because of how much Sam likes to exaggerate the encounter and add in new details that surely wasn’t there last time and not because of how flustered and shy he gets when Sam describes how “badass” and “good looking” he was ripping that steering wheel from it’s hinges.

But when Bucky sees how soft Sam’s eyes get and how giddy and light his voice is—he falls in love all over again and wouldn’t wish to meet Sam any other way. So, with a small groan and a grin on his face he’s ready to hear whatever new detail and bask in his husband’s light that radiates off his skin as Sam tells the story of how they first met.

[th30ra3k3n]

“sometimes you think that you want to disappear

but all you really want is to be found.”

(anonymous)

[cobrafantasies]

"Hey Buck, you see this quiz?"

Sam shoves his phone in front of Bucky's face, the screen showing an online quiz where the public has guessed what the Winter Soldier might call his lovers in bed.

Bucky takes a moment to digest the absurdity of it all. That people even need to speculate on... this. But then he scrolls down to read the winning response and it's good girl.

Bucky scoffs, pushing the phone back toward Sam, "They got it all wrong."

Sam's smirk extends a mile wide, "Oh yeah, what'd you say?"

"It wouldn't be good girl. It wouldn't even be a..." Bucky pauses then finishes shyly, "girl."

"So, good boy?" Sam teases immediately.

Bucky deflates with mild relief like he was unknowingly waiting for Sam to freak out over the revelation Bucky never properly shared since returning to the 21st century. The general public clearly hasn't caught on...

"No," Bucky shrugs. "Just doll and mainly, sweetheart."

Sam's quiet for a beat long enough that Bucky looks over.

"You're so old school," Sam shakes his head but there's no heat in his voice, not even teasing anymore. He sounds almost fond like he might care for the pet names, might want to take them for himself.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What do you call — you know, in bed?" Bucky asks, surprised he's not more flustered asking it.

"Why, you curious?" Sam grins.

Bucky loves that grin, it makes him smile too, but it also shakes his confidence. He turns his gaze away, drops his smile.

"I'm not..."

"You're wondering what I'm like in bed now," Sam interrupts smugly.

"No, I never said— never mind."

Sam sits down next to him on the couch, close, and leans toward his ear. Still not as close as Bucky would like but close enough to break their usual, unspoken boundaries of male friendship. Bucky ceases from it. His breath across his ear.

"It's baby," Sam whispers. He leans back again and smiles, "I ain't original."

It's not but Bucky's never loved the way a word sounded more on the man's tongue.

Baby.

He wants that name to be his.

[usoppshoneydew]

Just thinking of sambucky angst

Bucky laying next to Sam while he sleeps and tracing his finger over the scars on his body, specifically the ones he just knows are from their first encounters.

Most of them are small, and it's likely that Sam doesn't even remember when exactly he got them, but Bucky does. No matter how small, he just knows when it's from when he rolled on the highway after falling off the car door. Or from landing on on the ground after, God, after bucky had thrown him by his face. The first face he'd seen after coming to, and the one he couldn't live without now.

Sam says he doesn't mind, doesn't remember, doesn't resent him for it. That it was was the winter soldier, not Bucky, and deep down Bucky knows that too.

But still, there's that part of him that feels he remembers each encounter with Sam so vividly while other things are still foggy sometimes, because he doesn't deserve to forget any of the ways he's hurt the absolute angel sleeping next to him.

[th30ra3k3n]

this is so beautiful wtf 😭😭😭

It may have been the stars. It may have been the crackle of the fire behind them. It may have been the way the water danced beneath the docks. It may have been the chatter of insects around. It may have been the song of cicadas. 

Or it may have just been Sam. It may have been the way Sam’s lips wrapped around his beer. It may have been the way Sam was gazing out into the midnight sky, searching for nothing but silence. It may have been the way that Sam’s eyes burned with the same intensity of the fire lit behind them. It may have been the way Sam fell into a lull on his home soil. 

Now, though, it was certainly the way Sam was looking at Bucky. It was certainly the way Sam had been able to catch both the fire and stars in his deep brown eyes. It was certainly the way Sam reached for Bucky’s hands, a small smile occupying his lips now that his drink was finished. 

Bucky grazed the scar on Sam’s thumb as he intertwined their hands. He had Sam’s body mapped out, his heart as a compass as his eyes crossed the seven seas of Sam’s body. He knew who Sam was from the inside and out. He knew his constellations of scars, he knew the blemishes scattered across. He knew that man better than he knew himself, some days. 

“Hey, lovely.” Sam muttered. Bucky smiled as Sam pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth. 

Bucky has been lost at sea for years, lost in his own pain. He finally let himself drown in Sam Wilson.

[whtactch-dawnie]

bucky haircut headcanons bc i can’t stop thinking abt it

in my mind, bucky has had several haircuts in his life, but only a few styles that were important.

the first time he cut it was when he was drafted.

before that, it hadn’t been cut in at least a few months. not long, not like it would be later in his life, but enough. enough that boys and girls alike would run their fingers through soft brunette ringlets, because it was just long enough that it had this sort of youthful wave to it. it was nice.

and then, it was gone.

short and strict, but he kept as much as he was allowed to. there’s no room for your bangs to fall into your eyes when you’re on the front lines, y’know. and bucky didn’t necessarily like having his hair short, but it drove home a point he hadn’t been able to swallow when he was younger: sooner or later in his life, he’d have to conform. i he couldn’t always get steve out of fights, or let his hair get long and messy. at some point he’d stop having a playful boyish charm and start being seen as an immature man with no life direction.

bucky never did have to conform the way he thought he would. he didn’t leave the army and settle down, or have kids. instead he fell from a train into an infinite winter and impossibly endless pain.

his hair grew.

not that he noticed it. those years were a haze of pain and fear and anger and missions. he didn’t cut his hair. he was a soldier, not a barber. sometimes he would be deployed and notice it shorter, but that never mattered. the only thing to ever matter was completing the mission and going back to sleep and praying they wouldn’t wake him up again, but they always did.

and then he was free. his hair was messy and unkempt, but so was he. from fight after fight to the wakandans saving him, and it never occured to him he should cut his hair. it didn’t seem all that important anymore, all things considered. people these days didn’t seem to care too much either.

but when bucky was alone? when he left wakanda, when he got his own place again, when the quiet was too quiet? he needed something, he needed some sense of normalcy, some reminder that he’s still him. so bucky hacks at his hair and he grabs razors and by the time he’s done the bathroom is a fucking disaster and the sun is peaking over the horizon but his hair is short again, he looks like some ghost. he looks like sargent james barnes, he has his face but stole his smile and replaced it with frown lines long ago. he looks like he should’ve died in the 40’s.

when sam sees him, he doesn’t ask questions. they’ve got bigger things to worry about.

and it’s with sam, some several months later, when bucky is resting his head in sam’s lap and sam is carding his fingers through dark hair, that bucky feels a bit more like himself again.

“hair’s getting long,” sam might say. he’ll ask bucky if he wants it cut.

bucky will faintly wonder if sam cares, if sam has a preference in whether or not his hair is long. maybe he asks him, and maybe sam laughs gently and kisses his cheek.

so bucky grows his hair out. it’s a bit uneven, it doesn’t look the best, but it’s the best bucky’s felt in a long time. he can look in the mirror and know he is all that he was before, but he’s also everything he can be in the future, and maybe that’s okay. besides, sam seems to like tugging at his hair, and who is bucky to take that simple pleasure from his newly announced fiance?

[kinamiiii]

Drabble 🩷💜💙

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Pair: Bucky x F!Reader; Bucky x Steve/Bucky x Sam

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, bi bucky, pegging, sub bottom bucky, threesome, soft dom reader;steve/sam, oral (m + f receiving), spit as lube, unprotected anal sex, voyeurism, creampie.

a/n: happy pride month to you peaches!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 oh and to note, Steve is bi too and Sam is pansexual (only cuz I like to see him that way :3) and you can chose either steve or sam when you read this to suite your preference!

image by barnesonfilm

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

In honor of pride month, would it really be so crazy to think about Bucky getting pegged by you, his girlfriend, with a strap on through some wicked backshots.

And as you’d pound into his tight hole silly, having his soft plump ass bounce on your pelvis, and pull at his short, brunette hair from behind, you would whisper and tease into his ear about how much he’d think that your thick, pink silicone cock was either Steve’s/Sam’s. About how much he’d want to feel a more raw cock spoiling and filling his insides with cum.

You had already known he was bisexual, and about his big crush on Steve/Sam but had been too shy to act on his feelings towards them, so you offered to let him use you until he had found his courage to confess, with you by his side of course for support.

And eventually, when he does finally tell them his feelings, they were more than happy to indulge their favorite cyborg in his fantasies.

Bucky’s mind would turn into complete mush once you and Steve/Sam had your hands on him all at once.

With you’re fully sat on his face, grinding your soaking mound onto his eager tongue and nose, all whilst he’s laid down with Steve/Sam between his legs, sucking his cock down to its hilt. He would think he’s in a dreamland with the amount of pleasure he had been getting, especially from the people that he loved.

His whiny moans muffled between your thighs as they squished the sides of his head. That combined with the sensation of Steve’s/Sam’s hollow cheeks being stuffed with his veiny dick.

And after you cumming in his mouth, letting him taste your sweet juices, you’d climb down from his face, cupping it in your hands and plant a deep kiss while he whimpered in your mouth.

Steve/Sam would pull Bucky’s cock from their mouth and position their hips between his legs, using their fingers to tease and prod at his puckered hole before spitting at it to get it wet.

“H-haah…fuck!” He’d gasp as he felt the glob of saliva between his round cheeks.

You’d soon sit next to Steve/Sam, relishing in the sight of them lining their cock to Bucky’s hole, as it slowly penetrated your boyfriend.

And with that, Bucky would be a moaning mess, back arched as he took Steve/Sam all the way to the base, and their balls hitting against him, creating the lewdest sounds of smacking skin. His vibranium fingers along with flesh ones would claw at the bed sheets beneath whilst his legs wrapped around Steve’s/Sam’s waist, with his heels digging into their ass.

“Is this everything you’ve hoped for, baby? Is his cock making you feel good?” You asked Bucky with hooded eyes and a wide grin, looking at his blissed out, reddened face. He nodded frantically with eyes shut tight and more of his moans escaping his lips, unable to form the proper words for you.

His prostate being tapped repeatedly, causing him to clamp down on the wide dick inside him. And without fail, he’d cum all over his own stomach making a mess as Steve/Sam filled him up with their own thick seed.

Bucky would lay weak, quaking in the bed and panting profusely as the dick that stuffed him full pulled out, leaving him leaking from his gaping hole with warm cum.

You’d go back up to him, holding his face gently as you cooed and peppered all over it with light kisses.

“Hey there, big guy. You did so well and looked so adorable taking something that intense. Just like the good boy I knew you were~”

[reginaphalangelobster]

Heyy, because I love your writing so much I wanted to ask something!

So what about Wanda Maximoff x reader like romantic... like wands and y/n are really really close friends, but also they're in love with each other, and because of the Valentine's Day Wanda will take a step and will send her secret love greetings all week long such as (flowers, love letters...) and y/n, She's so curious about who's sending them to her that she finally catches Wanda in the act.

And they 💋

I hope u understand, because I'm so sorry about my English!

THANK YOU!

This is SUCH a cute request, I love it!! I decided to turn it into a drabble series, I hope you enjoy!

Not So Secret Admirer - February 7th

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You start getting anonymous Valentines and you're determined to find out who is sending them.

Warnings: None, just cute

Word Count: 400

Part 1 of 7

February 7th

You had just finished your morning training session with Steve when you walked back to your room. As you approached you saw a single red rose placed delicately in the door handle. You tilted your head to the side as confusion painted your features. You plucked the rose from the door and took a deep breath. The beautiful aroma coating your senses, it was sweet and fresh, you could smell the faint remnants of water droplets.

You opened your door and were met with rose petals beneath your feet. You let out a soft giggle and your face was painted with a huge smile. You looked into the rich red and it reminded you of one person and one person only. Wanda. The depth and complexity mingled with the soft nature and beauty.

You had known Wanda for a long time, you became an Avenger around the same time she did and you bonded with each other very quickly. You had lost people close to you so you were able to help Wanda with her brother's death. She told you all about Pietro and Sokovia, she even taught you a few words and recipes. Wanda was your best friend, the person you trusted, the person you always turned to, the person you loved.

"Y/n" The sound of Sam saying your name startled you out of your thoughts.

"Yes?" You ask as you open the door.

"You busy?"

"No, is something the matter?"

"I need your advice"

"Come in" You usher him over to the couch and sit down.

"See I've got this friend. And my friend is in love with their best friend and they won't say anything. Their friend is clearly in love with them too but my friend can't see or maybe is afraid of seeing it"

"I think I know the solution"

"You do?'

"It's simple. Tell Bucky how you feel"

"Bucky?! What?!"

"Just tell him, Sam. Like you said, he clearly loves yo back"

"He does? No, that's not my point. The friend isn't me"

"Sure they aren't"

"No, I really mean it"

"And I believe you"

"Stop that"

"Stop what?"

"Saying you believe me when you don't"

"Okay, Sam"

"You know you are just so-" He took a deep breath "I have to go, I'm late for training"

"With Bucky?"

"Yes, no, just stop it!"

You laughed to yourself as he stormed out of your room, you knew he was crazy but this was new.

Tags:

@impetusofadream @goldfishthegr8 @avengers-official-recruit-agent @goreygirl03 @xenasolos @sparklyturtlefox @rios-sythe @nekoannie-chan @ilovemarvel12 @hayneyney @n3ponen @8812-342 @everyonesfriend @pinkthick @craftytacopiecash @meryuniverse @aliljaybird @justhereforthememesnangst @lonely-core @leloishere @macbaetwo @castielshunterwife @scarletluvsdanno @marcelinethe-vampire-queen @twentyonetornmyheart @yelldontwhisper

[flaminandgooo]

Me? About to write some Sam angsty feels? Because of Joaquin and his ptsd about watching people he cares about fall out of the sky? Throwing in Bucky dropping everything to come make sure he's ok and Joaquin being a cutiepie and a great friend? Yeah. Absolutely. Is it probably above my skill level? Also absolutely. But I have big SAM FEELS and I need this man hugged and kissed on the forehead and wrapped in a blanket so Imma write it anyway and you will have to witness this trainwreck with me

[seanom1lk]

so on a side note

bucky didnt mean to seem creepy or anything, he was just driving past when he heard AJ and Cass yelling and playing in the backyard that him and sam used to share. he just slowed down at first, not exactly stopping his motorcylce, but something in him told him to pull over.

so he sort of just leaned up against his bike, watching the house and the shadows of his once family run around. it wasnt until sam stopped where the fence met the road and stared at bucky. at first, he had thought sam was happy to see him. but then he sighed and marched over to bucky to ask him 'what the fuck do you think your doing?'

he had paused and stared like sam just stopped his whole world. like time itself ceased to move because of how beautiful sam was. after sam talked, very agressively, to bucky, he left.

and from then on he would do that, watch sam from the street below the window, or look at the backyard where he was sitting torres as he drove by. but he never got caught again.

because he kept his distance. distance he wished, deep down, wasnt there.

[chasingdreams05]

Bucky Barnes Thunderbolts* Pride Drabbles

pairing: Bucky & Thunderbolts* (platonic besties)

summary: Bucky comes out to the thunderbolts*.

word count: 766

a/n: Hello gays! Happy Pride month! I kept thinking of a scenario where Bucky came out to the thunderbolts* and I finally wrote it down. I am not a writer by any means so this is just me having some fun. Also don’t take everyone’s sexualities too seriously this is all in good fun and if you headcanon a character differently that’s great. I tried my best to keep everyone in character. Enjoy the silly gay people!

☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆

Bucky is at a point in his life where he is secure about who he is and his sexuality. He has done a lot of work on himself and now lives in a new world where he is allowed to be himself, and he does. He doesn’t have to repress his feelings for men when they were more than just casual hookups like he did in the 1940s. He could breathe and love freely. Bucky was never one to be really loud about his sexuality though. However, it was never a secret to the Thunderbolts*. It just had never come up. That was until a conversation with all the Thunderbolts* in the common area in the watchtower. 

Ava was panicking because she actually liked a guy for the first time. Like ever. Convinced she was the biggest lesbian in the book and this stupid guy suddenly made her question everything. She was freaking out and part of her wanted to ask him out.

“Guys, I don’t know what to do,” Ava says pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the living area. “I don’t know how to flirt with GUYS. I can’t just tell him he is beautiful or say how good a dress looks on him.”

“I mean you could if he is wearing a dress,” Yelena says with a smirk, chuckling after seeing Ava scoff in frustration.

“Do not worry Ava. He will say yes,” Alexei states looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are beautiful and intelligent woman, it is that simple,” Alexei responds.

“It will be fine Ava. You’ll think of something,” John says sitting on the chair next to the t.v. half listening

Bucky joins in, “Well when I want to ask a guy out I usually just ask if he has been to the new gay bar downtown and if not that to go to some old shops in the heart of Brooklynn. But I don’t know if that first one will work for you.” 

There is a slight pause for a moment. Then Walker shoots up out of his chair and walks over to him.

“WHAT? Wait wait.. You’re gay?” Walker says not meaning to come across as judgemental, however it is hard for him to do that in a normal circumstance.

“Bisexual, but yes.” Bucky gazes at him with a furrowed brow trying not to get defensive.

John stands there confused.

Yelena turns to John and starts saying, “Walker what is the matter with you it is 2025. Everyone can be who they are-” She is cut off by Walker saying, “I know that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” 

John pauses.

“I am just so surprised I just thought we were the straight guys of the team.”

“You seriously thought Bucky was straight? You couldn’t tell?” Ava asks.

“And you could?” John responded befuddled.

“Walker, what about Bucky seems straight?” Yelena questions with genuine confusion on her face.

“YOU knew too? Was I the only one not told anything?”

Yelena responds, “No Walker he hasn’t told any of us but come on he gives the fucking GAYEST energy!”

“Wait-” Ava starts, staring at Bucky with a perplexed but amused look. “Are you dating Captain America?”

All the Thunderbolts* turn and stare at Bucky.

“I- uh- well- uhm..” He stammers.

“Oh, you guys didn’t know they were dating?” Bob asks the team, emerging from the shadows after staying quiet the whole conversation.

Bucky turns to Bob shocked and panicked, “Wait, how did YOU know?”

“Oh, Joaquin told me.”

Bucky began, “Oh my god. Sam couldn’t keep his mouth shut-” Bob interrupts him, “Sam didn’t tell him anything, he just figured it out because everytime you call or text Sam, he acts like a kid in a candy store.” 

Ava joins in, “Ohh that’s why you are so giddy when you tell us Sam and Joaquin are coming by the tower.”

“Lovebirds they are,” Alexei says with a grin on his face. Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You have a type, wowww. First Steve, now Sam. Walker, you better be careful Bucky might start coming after you because of those stars and stripes and that taco shield,” Yelena says with a smirk staring at Bucky.

“Oh shut up Yelena,” Bucky says annoyed.

The team goes back to helping Ava ask out the guy she likes. He sits there for a moment and smiles. Bucky didn’t realize how relieved he would feel with the people he cares about knowing who he truly is.

☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆

thanks for reading!

[saikiflm]

My favorite part about sambucky is how unsaid everything is, those stares, brief moment of contact between them, those toothy grins whenever one of them makes an A1 comeback. It’s all airy, light, something they can sit in forever and never get tired of.

Yet god forbid one of them even has the thought of trying to contextualize it—scared that if they say it out loud everything will fall apart. All those moments read wrong because they both can’t commit to their obvious desires, desires that feel so far out of reach ever since their respective tragedies. But the heart wants what the heart wants and theres no way neither of them can will themselves to back away or put some type of distance between each other because fuck—that lingering touch, those stares, those smiles its all too much but so little it craves them wanting more, way more than they allow themselves on a good day.

It’s ironic that they both aren’t the type to dwell on feelings especially one that makes them this restless. So really, it’s only a matter of time before they feel as if in that moment tomorrow won’t exist when things are left unsaid.

[th30ra3k3n]

“it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, it is.”

[cobrafantasies]

Nothing feels better than lying in bed with Sam. Nothing feels better than feeling just the silk sheets on his bare skin, the breath of his boyfriend by his ear, and a fingertip making lazy trails across his chest.

It could almost put Bucky to sleep, his eyelids droop lower as Sam loops his finger in a circle, then stops around his collarbone.

“This one’s new,” Sam says, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?” Bucky mumbles, not fully paying attention.

“This freckle, here,” Sam says, pushing his fingertip deeper into the skin. “It’s new.”

The freckle Sam’s pointing to is too close to his neck. Bucky can’t look down and see it, he doesn’t try to move anyway.

“You probably just don’t remember that one," Bucky argues noncommittedly.

“Nope. I’m certain,” Sam says, resting his head down on the cushion of Bucky’s left pec. “I know all your freckles.”

Bucky huffs out a breathy laugh. Sam must register the disbelief in it.

“You don’t believe me,” Sam says.

“Course not, how can you remember every single freckle on my body?”

Sam picks his head up, stares straight into Bucky’s eyes.

“Cause I kiss them every night. I’ve counted them, all fourteen.”

“Fourteen?”

“Now fifteen,” Sam says and puts his finger back on the one by Bucky’s neck. The one he just discovered tonight.

And that’s when the moment hits Bucky. Sam’s studied his body, paid such close attention to each inch so carefully, he’s even counted the imperfections.

It hits Bucky unexpectedly, makes his eyes water a little too quickly because he’s only had very bad people pay that close attention to him. He’s only had insane people write down every detail of his existence so they can’t forget them and even they didn’t count his freckles.

Bucky closes his eyes slowly hoping the tears will dissipate and hugs Sam against his chest to get his boyfriend’s eyes off him. 

He considers for a moment whether he should admit that he’s touched by the sentiment. And he wants to believe he knows Sam’s body just as well, better than his own, but he fights the instinct instead.

“Stop counting my freckles,” Bucky murmurs.

He feels Sam smile against his skin, press a kiss to his collarbone, and then sigh. 

“Can’t.”

Bucky's mouth pulls into a smile and that only makes him want to cry more but he swallows through the tightness in his throat. He only hugs Sam tighter.

He won't say it, he can't, but he knows how lucky he is. To have a man who's counted all fifteen of his freckles.

[here4thefanart]

#1099 take on Sam and Bucky divorce spat:

Sam had expected Bucky to be a part of his Avengers. It never crossed his mind that he wouldn't be. Considering everything they had gone through together, Sam thought of him as an honorary member already. Sure, he was doing his congressman thing, but he knew if asked, Bucky would be by his side, no questions asked. So when he learns about the "New Avengers" through the media, he's crushed. Sam couldn't make sense of it. It felt like a betrayal, of sorts. Why didn't Bucky say anything to him? Why is he hanging around the likes of Valentina and Walker, two people he thought Bucky despised. Suddenly it felt like he hardly knew Bucky at all. Sams stomach twisted every time he saw a new photoshoot, or, God forbid, a cereal box, with them standing proudly, as a unit, with Bucky front and center. Ugly thoughts would pass through his mind. Was I not enough? Did he not believe in me?

Their phone conversation hadn't done much to ease Sam's frustration. When less than amicable reports started coming out about how the "New Avengers" were handling things, Sam put his foot down. Questions were left unanswered, thoughts were being half thought through. If Bucky wanted to start his own team, he has every right. Though Sam will be damned if he lets them tarnish the delicate public opinion and legacy of the Avengers. He says as much to Bucky, before promptly hanging up.