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all out on the edge

pairing: sam wilson/bucky barnes

rating: e

word count: 4.6k

summary: It's not like Sam didn't find it bizarre and definitely of note the first time Bucky spontaneously appeared at his side, because he absolutely did. It's just that he was tired, immediately having come off of a mission and just having stripped down to his compression top and underwear, was ready for a shower. So, when Bucky appeared—presumably from his room across the hall—shirtless, with a hand down the front of his tac pants, and his eyes wide as saucers, Sam just sighed.

Or, Sam and Bucky seem to be cursed to teleport to each other when their thoughts stray a bit too far from being classified as strictly friendly.

a/n: for @samsseptember day six: magic!

ao3 link

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For @samsseptember Samtember Day 5: Multiverse

Gaby Dunn // Maybe in Another Universe, I Deserve You

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And words are futile devices

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A story in 3 acts

(CW: tb*)

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Title: the goatfucking paradigm

Author: Lies_Unfurl

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV Series), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America

Rating: M - Mature

Category: M/M (James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson)

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 10,950

Summary/Excerpt:

“A man walks into the bar. The bartender says, ‘Aye, tell me, what’s got you lookin’ so upset?’

“So the man shakes his head and sighs, and then he says, ‘It’s just not fair. I’ve laid down walls all around my village, and do they call me O’Malley the Mason? No. For decades my fields have been blooming and bountiful, but do they call me O’Malley the Farmer? No. I’ve put shoes on more horses than I can count, but do they call me O’Malley the Smith? No! But you fuck one goat…'

“Except I’ve never fucked a goat,” Bucky adds after a moment. “I just shot the president.”

(or: influencer apology video, but it's Bucky Barnes and the Kennedy Assassination.)

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Drawn for @samsseptember Samtember Day 4: Feathers

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

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“you don’t need to take care of me. i wouldn’t ask that of anyone.” for sambucky plss

16. “You don’t need to take care of me. I wouldn’t ask that of anyone.”

Sam sits up at the edge of the bed, his good hand clutching at the edge of the nightstand, gritting his teeth as he tries to steel himself for the pain of standing up. He put it off for as long as he could, dozed fitfully after a night of awful sleep, but his painkillers are in the kitchen, and he should probably eat something at some point, so he can't wait any longer.

He blows out a long, slow breath, then shifts to stand and instantly loses his nerve at the pain that lances through his side. He feels stupid enough for ending up hurt like this, benched for a rookie mistake. That some part of him now flinches away from the kind of pain he used to walk off feels like insult to injury.

It's a low point, and it's unclear how much longer he might have sat there wallowing in self pity if he hadn't heard the front door open. Instantly, he feels his spine straighten and ignores the burst of pain that follows. He reaches into the nightstand, grabbing the knives tucked into the back of the drawer and listening out for how many people are there.

Sam's brain is so busy running tactical assessments and accounting for exit routes that he almost doesn't clock that his would-be intruder is making no effort to be quiet. It's the sound of his own name that shakes him out of superhero mode, a familiar voice that he doesn't hear nearly as often as he'd like these days--not that he plans to admit that anytime soon.

"Sam?" Bucky calls, his voice drawing closer to Sam's bedroom door. "I know you're exhausted, Sam, but you need to eat, and I know you haven't taken a new dose of pain meds yet."

"No, you don't," grumbles Sam, in spite of the fact that it's true. He sighs when a knock sounds at his door, raising his voice a little. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?"

The door opens and Bucky leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I had more pressing things to attend to back home. Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy?"

Sam scowls, partly in irritation and partly as he contemplates having to stand up in front of Bucky, who almost certainly won't miss it if Sam flinches. He's frustratingly attuned to that kind of thing, part drill sergeant, part mother hen. "Who told you I wasn't?"

"There are dishes on the drying rack," Bucky says, crossing into Sam's room without waiting for an invitation. He reaches for the window and pushes it open with no effort at all. Sam tries not to think about how much he'd struggled with that stupid window last night before giving up, and focuses on Bucky's words. "What kind of man tears his rotator cuff, bruises basically his entire body, and still does the dishes after dinner?"

"What, I was just supposed to let them sit in the sink for a week? I do have to live here, you know."

"You were supposed to order delivery, like any other person would do," says Bucky, moving around to the other side of Sam's bed. It would hurt too much to turn to see what he's doing, but he can hear the clinking of glasses.

"You don't need to pick those up," he says, his face going warm. There have to be a dozen mugs and glasses scattered around the room by now. Making it back to the bedroom with water or tea had been such an effort that he could rarely bring himself to take the cups back afterwards. "I can handle this. Seriously."

From somewhere behind him, there's a sigh and the sound of multiple glasses being set down. Footsteps follow, and then Bucky is within Sam's line of sight again, a furrow between his brows. Up close, Sam can see dark circles under his eyes, too.

"Are you not sleeping?" he asks, frowning up at Bucky. "You have that fancy watchtower and no one bothered to put in beds?"

Bucky smiles a little. "There are beds," he says, shrugging. "Some of 'em just feel a little empty, is all."

Sam is too tired to parse what Bucky isn't saying, so instead he just does what his mama would've wanted him to and tries to be a gracious host. "Well, the guest room is yours if you need a nap."

He's pleased to see Bucky's smile widen at that, softness settling over him. "Maybe I'll take you up on that," he says. "But I have to get you fed first. Come on, your food's gonna get cold."

Just the thought of standing up makes Sam wince, his muscles already anticipating the cascade of pain again. "Maybe later, Buck," he says. "I'm not that hungry right now."

Naturally, because the universe is playing an extended practical joke on him, Sam's stomach punctuates his excuse with a very loud growl. He sighs and closes his eyes. Maybe if he waits long enough, Bucky will just leave him to his indignity. Maybe if Sam just stays very still, Bucky won't see any more of the ways that he's managed to break himself.

But no matter how long his eyes stay closed, there are no retreating footsteps. There's just Bucky's soft breathing and the rustle of clothes and then, after a moment or two, a gentle hand on Sam's cheek, just about the only un-bruised spot on his body.

Sam leans into the touch before he can stop himself.

"Sweetheart," says Bucky, and he waits to continue until Sam opens his eyes. "I know a little something about figuring out how to move through the world when you're down an arm."

"It's not the same," says Sam, around the quickly-forming lump in his throat. "It's just a sling; it's not even that bad. You don't need to take care of me. I wouldn't ask that of anyone."

Bucky sweeps his thumb along Sam's cheekbone, humming in understanding. "I know, Sam," he says softly. "But just because you wouldn't ask for it, doesn't mean you shouldn't have it."

Sam closes his eyes again, feeling the sting of tears. It's quiet for a long moment, and then Sam feels Bucky shift, feels the warmth of him devastatingly close before he feels a kiss pressed to his temple.

"It hurts," Sam says quietly, and even those two words feel like they cost him. He can't manage any more.

"I know, sweetheart," Bucky says, with another kiss to Sam's temple. "Let me make it better."

Sam does.

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my icarus returned to me

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ok professional yearner

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★Sambucky Saturdays - Themes & Prompts★

Welcome to the first ever Sambucky Saturdays Theme Calendar!

Sambucky Saturdays begin on October 4th 2025. Themes and prompt weeks will be the second and last Saturdays in each month.

Themes & prompts have so far been assigned up to the end of January 2026. For a text-only run down, read on in this post or visit the Themes page on our blog!

11/10/25: Autumn/Fall + “Don’t look at me like that.”

25/10/25: Spooky/Halloween + “You scared me.”

8/11/25: Music/Songs + “Why are you like this?”

29/11/25: Family + “I’ve got you.”

13/12/25: Trust + “Tell me the truth.”

27/12/25: Holidays/Winter + “We are not doing that.”

10/01/26: Animals + “You’re cute.”

31/01/26: Rainy days + “No one’s ever…”

Questions, comments, concerns? Have a theme or prompt suggestion? Don't hesitate to send an ask! 💙

We are still looking for co-mods! Please reach out if you're interested.

See you soon!

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Sam and Bucky post workout.

Drawn for the @sambuckylibrary SB Summer Bingo On the Road Card - Square Fill: Workout.

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Lets dissect uncle to find his wish gland

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Orange cat ruins it and blames the other cat

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WHUMPTOBER 2025: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2025 — The Eighth Year!

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation CHALLENGE (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are four prompts for each day of the month, giving 124 for you to play with! There is also a list of 18 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

All prompts are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

You can produce work in any media you choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). You can participate as much or as little as you want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

Information on how to TAG is here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year’s playlist can be found here.

The ‘Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt’ post can be found here.

And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics’ post is here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for yet another year of Whumptober! Go ham with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the best of luck, but most importantly: HAVE FUN!

Happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

Text versions of the prompts, including a google doc format, are posted below the cut!

A Google Doc of the prompts can be found here for easy copy-and-pasting!

Whumptober 2025 Prompt List

No. 1: “Please don’t cry” Lamb to Slaughter | Ceremony | Beg for Forgiveness

No. 2:  “You’ve got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.” Prophecy | Sewer | Taking Accountability

No. 3: “I look in people’s windows, transfixed by rose golden glows.” Isolation | Candlelight | Found Family

No. 4: “Don’t be scared, I’ve done this before.” Non-Human Whumper | Iron Rod | Loss of Powers

No. 5: “My panic’s at the ceiling, but I’m face down on the carpet.” Quivering | Dream Journal | Phobia

No. 6: “No grave can hold my body down.” Caught in a Net | Medical Restraints | Pinned to the Wall

No. 7: “Tell me that you’re okay, and I’m fine.” Trapped with the Enemy | Elevator | Pushed Beyond Breaking Point

No. 8: “Oh horror, oh horror, what did you see?” Self-Inflicted Injury | Held at Gunpoint | Dissociation

No. 9: “We’ll make it alright to come undone.” Touch | Flashbacks | Scalding

No. 10: “There’s nothing you can ever say, nothing you can ever do.” Without Consent | Secrets | Lips Sewn Shut

No. 11: “Can you get through all the pain inside you?” Hidden Injury | Laceration | Forced Reveal

No. 12: “It’ll be for nothing.” Cardiac Arrest | Sacred Place | Withholding Medical Treatment

No. 13: “How dull is it to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished.” Never Enough | Insignia | Forced Retirement

No. 14: “In the end, it’s worthwhile.” Ignoring an Illness | Body Bag | Wounded Caretaker

No. 15: “You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts.” Failed Rescue Attempt | Body Part in the Mail | Live-Streamed Torture

No. 16: “I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet.” Repressed Trauma | Permanent Marker | Disorientation

No. 17: “Tell me there’s a hope for me.” Internal Bleeding | Coma | Redemption

No. 18: “As the world caves in.” Dystopia | Ruins | Environmental Whump

No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.” Dehumanisation | Living Weapon | On Patrol

No. 20: "That's New." Symptomatic | Fancy Event | Resignation

No. 21: “Sold my soul, broke my bones.” Kneeling | Makeshift Splint | Brainwashed

No. 22: “All the battles I want to win, nothing matters but giving in.” Self-Sacrifice | Collar | Hunted for Sport

No. 23: “How’d I get to this place?” Intubation | ICU | Choking

No. 24: “I must confess that I feel like a monster.” Came Back Wrong | Painful Transformation | Amnesia

No. 25: “Have you earned your stripes?” Lost Faith | Collision Course | Left to Die

No. 26: “Nothing like a relapse to rehash the kid who was scared.” Relapse | Drawn Curtains | Power Cut

No. 27: “Would you even want me, looking like a zombie?” Surgical Scars | X-Ray | Bedside Vigil

No. 28: “I could always see straight through you.” Backstabbing | Constellation | Creative Restraints

No. 29: “I hope you see the sun someday in the darkness.” Fainting | Broken Dishes | Last one Standing

No. 30:  “I’m putting my trust in an entire half-empty glass.” Burn it Down | Mirror | Confrontation

No. 31: “Even with the smallest cuts. You can still lose so much blood.” Bleeding Out | Gunshot Wound | Rescued by the Enemy

Alternatives List:

"A smile so bright, he’s the devil in disguise.”

“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.”

“If all my days are numbered, why do I keep counting?” 

Concussion

Viral

Suicide

Immortality

Jealousy

Organ Theft

Ziptie

Deal with the Devil

Yearning

Innocent Bystander

Unreality

Soulless

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A quick drawing until i finish the others

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We literally have someone in the sambucky tag posting fanart with a homophobic slur (it shows Sam and Bucky, and Bucky using the f-slur to adress Walker). The comment section is full of walker stans who find the piece "oh so funny" and complain about Sam. If you call that or the homophobic slur out, you get blocked. I hate this fandom sometimes.