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last square for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo : ghost stories

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for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo square: costume!

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A SamBucky Divorce AU, 5K Words

Squares: Trick-or-Treat & Costumes @sambuckyhalloweenbingo

Summary:

It took everything in Sam to keep a straight face and not let his expression mirror her perplexed look. Because, what was going on? What was this? Sure, when Bucky and he had first separated, they’d had to sit down with Aisha and have this conversation together, and then he’d had to have smaller, more simple, versions of the same conversation without Bucky, on more than one occasion. But they were all a long time ago, at least they were all a relatively long time ago. As far as visitation and custody were concerned, things had been pretty settled for a while now. So where was this coming from?

Or: Sam is just trying to do right by his family and his boyfriend.

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Sambucky Halloween fic! 🎃

Title: The Murderer Must Be Here Tonight

Summary: Sam and Bucky go to the new Avengers compound to prepare a public Halloween party. Except, on the first night, Hope gets attacked and there's only 7 of them present. So, who is the culprit?

No gore this time but expect characters suspecting everyone else and lying to everyone including you.

Posting schedule (planned): once or twice a day

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This fic is written specifically for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo. Each square will be completed through a chapter except this time I won't say beforehand which prompt is completed by which chapter so you'll have to figure it out by yourself!

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For the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo 2024

Here are a few fics that I haven't already previously recommended on a list:

Up at Night by bioloyg | Rated T, 6K words

Sam's in the mood to watch a scary movie with his roommate/crush.

A Candle Still Burning by anactoria | Rated T, 9K words

Sam is hired to exorcise the ghosts of a manor in the Austrian Alps, where he meets a persistent ghost.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You by Impala_Chick | Rated T, 5 chapters, 10K words

Ghost hunters Steve and Nat enlist Sam's help to track down an old friend.

Jonathan Frakes Has Questions And So Does Sam by chase_acow | Rated E, 22K words

Sam, Bucky, and Peter Parker find refuge in a slightly haunted house.

[Podfic] i close my eyes until i see (i don't need hands to touch me) by sisi_rambles | Rated T, 15 minutes

Bucky is briefly transformed into a tentacled monster.

The Looking Glass by @six2vii | Rated M, 18 chapters, 75K words

Wizards and werewolves and so much love.

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Seriously, there are so many fantastic fics out there, but I know I tend to rec the same fics over and over. So, go through the tags and feel free to add to the list!

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SamBucky Bingo 2024

Rated G | Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes | Horror

Title:

i run through the deep dark forest long (the trees were dead)

Summary:

He stalked past Sam, heading to the back hallway and the bathroom without acknowledging him. Sam picked up his head from where it was resting on his arm and watched him pass.

He was wearing all black, a leather jacket over a hoodie, and gloves, which must have been suffocating in the late summer-early autumn Louisiana air. Sam didn’t catch more of his face than stubble and downturned lips. The distinct smell of a wet dog hit Sam in the face, so hard that his eyes began to water. He blinked back tears and wrinkled his nose. Disgusting.

Or, Sam can't catch a break while working the night shift

Word count: 2488

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Written for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo !!!

No archive warnings apply for this story

In Every Mask, I See You

Bucky was in DC on Halloween. Which sucked because he'd promised Cass he'd help with the werewolf costume and all the bloody makeup. He'd gotten two sets of sad Wilson eyes when he'd face timed to let him know--from Cass and Sarah, which he hadn't understood until a few hours ago when he'd seen Sam posting about being home to take the boys trick-or-treating that year. Sarah had totally conspired to get them in the same house at the same time.

What doubly sucked was that the whole reason he was in DC and not down at a neighborhood party, watching Halloween projected on someone's garage door and stealing candy from the boys, was a super important meeting, which had ended up being canceled an hour beforehand. He hated this job.

The house he bought--and pretended like he didn't share with Sam when they were not both in DC at the same time--was in a nice enough neighborhood and the sounds of kids shrieking and laughing had started up well before dark. Bucky didn't have a costume or a kid or even a dog to justify wandering around outside, but he couldn't help himself. His chest literally ached with missing Cass and AJ, and it's not like he really wanted to stay in and watch horror movies by himself.

He threw on a baseball cap (even though his neighbors knew Bucky Barnes lived in the neighborhood) and put on a shirt with the shield on it and a jacket. It had been getting a little cooler in the evenings and he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than was necessary by flashing the metal around. Besides, he was not in the mood to hear any how the colors weren't right or the plates didn't align or whatever other inane thing people could critique a Winter Soldier costume for.

He had expected the usual fare of costumes--ghosts and zombies and princesses and whatever teenagers passed off as costumes nowadays. He had not been expecting to open his door and immediately see Captain America running down the street, shield jostling on his little back.

There were so many Sams. There were plenty of other heroes too-- Captain Marvel, Bishop and Khan, Thor, the spider kid. But by and large, Captain America had the run of the night. There were babies in shield themed onesies and kids in bought costumes and adults in fancier handmade ones. Boys, girls, young, old, all decked out in Sam's white outfit or the sleek, new, darker one he'd been wearing recently. All of the wings were pretty priceless. Everyone was trying to take off in flight.

It was a little disorienting, actually. Since Bucky had been assigned to the whole Thunderbolts bullshit and Sam had had to take on whatever fresh hell Ross concocted, they hadn't seen much of each other. Bucky had fucked that up. He usually did. It was complicated. It was stupid. He was stupid. And none of it was fair. Especially not to Sam, but not to him either when he was reminded of how good and noble and wonderful and inspiring Sam was by a hundred people in his neighborhood. He hadn't been able to so much as look at or smell or even hug Sam in months and now he was completely overwhelmed with Sam and people's love of him.

Someone tapped Bucky's hip while he stood at an intersection and greatly debated going home and going to bed. Night had fallen, but there were enough streetlights, car lights, and patio lights illuminating houses doing far more than they needed to for trick-or-treating to keep visibility fairly high. Bucky turned and found yet another Sam staring up at him. The kid couldn't have been even ten yet and he looked just about on the verge of tears, big dark eyes shining.

"Hey, Cap," Bucky greeted and then felt like he was on the verge of tears too.

"I lost my Bucky!" the kid cried and then plastered himself to Bucky's leg, just about taking out his knee in the process. "I don't know where I am!"

"Woah, woah, hey," Bucky babbled while he freed his leg and squatted down in front of him. "It's alright. We'll find him together, okay? That's what Cap and Bucky do best. Work together. Do you live in this neighborhood?"

The boy looked at him again, tiny fingers twisting in Bucky's jacket sleeve fretfully. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers where I live."

Fair enough, but deeply unhelpful. "You know me," Bucky cajoled. "I'm Bucky. I'm Captain America's best friend right? If you want, I can call him and you can tell him where you live." And wouldn't Sam love that. Bucky using a lost kid as an excuse to call. But desperate times and all that.

The boy's eyes alit for a split second before his whole face shuttered in embarrassment. "No! I don't want Captain America to know I'm lost." He let go of Bucky's sleeve only long enough for it to unwind so he could twist it in the other direction. "I live on Oak Drive. But we weren't anywhere near my house."

"Well, do you know where you last saw your Bucky?" Bucky asked. "This is Magnolia Lane.

Captain America's lips trembled. "No. There was a big Frankenstein in the yard."

Bucky had not seen a big Frankenstein yet this evening. "Hey, buddy, can I see your shield for a second?" he asked.

It was hurriedly handed off and Bucky checked down the back of it and across the straps until he found a piece of masking tape with a sharpie'd phone number on it. He grinned, pleased with himself. Sarah had done the same thing a few years ago when AJ had been Sam.

"Is this your mom's number?" he asked, looking up at the boy, whose eyes went wide.

"Oh! Yeah!"

"Is she with your friend?"

"Yeah! Can you call her?"

Bucky could do that. "C'mere, little bird," he said, holding his arm out so he could lift the boy when he stood and hold him on his hip. "You can have this back," he added, handing off the shield. "Go ahead and tell me what that number is." He pulled out his phone and typed in the number as Cap read it off to him.

The line barely rang once before a worried voice answered, "Andre?"

"Uh," Bucky said unhelpfully. "Is your name Andre?" he asked the Captain America pinching the corner of his jacket collar now. The boy nodded. "Yeah, this is Bucky Barnes. I've got your Captain Andre," Bucky said. "He was helping me cross the road. Real Captain America stuff. Helping an old guy out. Can I return the favor and help him back to you? We're at Magnolia and Deer Ridge."

The mother on the other end of the line told Bucky where she was without nearly as much babbling as Bucky had provided. They were only one street over from each other. Bucky let himself be thankful for that, especially when Andre started to explain to Bucky why he was Captain America and his friend, Dylan, was Bucky. It did not seem to matter that it was Bucky holding him when it came time to explain that Andre was the better action star, but don't tell Dylan. Also Dylan had blue eyes.

"Dre?!" someone called before Bucky had spotted a worried mom. Then yet another little guy was trying to take Bucky off of his feet by way of his knees.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bucky cried, putting a hand down to slow down the racing kid. He let himself glance over the Winter Soldier costume. It had had the silver arm, but someone had gone in and tried to recolor it. Which was kind of cute. "I'm gonna drop Cap. His wings are faulty right now."

The tiny Winter Soldier stared up at him, a hard set to his jaw that was kind of familiar. He could understand how he got relegated to playing Bucky. "Don't. Are you okay?" Dylan asked.

Bucky almost responded, but Andre, reasonably, beat him to it. "Yeah. I found another Bucky," he said. He let go of Bucky's collar and hopped out of Bucky's hold when he was close enough to the ground as Bucky squatted down again.

Dylan put his hand on Andre's shoulder solemnly, then they tucked into a half hug that quickly turned into a brawl when Dylan tried to snatch the shield away.

Bucky kept half an eye on them, ready to pull them back from the street, even though it seemed like this street had been blocked off for traffic. When a woman hurried over, he felt some of his anxiety bleed out of his shoulders, but a new wave of social anxiety took its place.

"Thank you!" she sighed as she caught up to the boys and stood a few steps from Bucky. She was younger than he was expecting and dressed like a 50s ad. He could see Andre's features in her face plainly. She took a second to look over him and her eyebrows rose a little. "Oh, wow, you're actually Bucky Barnes. I thought you meant you were dressed up."

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. He recognized me, so I guess I was safe enough to ask for help."

"Yeah. It's kind of weird to be able to tell your kids they can ask superheroes for help if they need. Got any sugar I can borrow, neighbor?" she joked, then cringed at herself. "Is, uh, Cap around?"

"Oh, uh, no," Bucky admitted, cheeks reddening. People still expected them to be connected at the hip, even though they were never in the house together. They were never together at all anymore. "He's with his family down south."

"Why aren't you too then?" she asked.

Bucky's cheeks warmed even more. He could feel it scorching down to the bone. "Well it's his family, y'know. And I had to work, so. "

The woman's brows knit towards each other a little. She looked over at the boys still roughhousing with the plastic shield. "You know, they'd call each other family," she said slowly, measuring her words. "Those two are such a handful. They'd rather be in trouble together than out of trouble alone. They get antsy if they can't see each other."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, I know how that goes."

She shrugged. "I'm just saying, I can guarantee Dre was more concerned with getting back to Dylan than to me."

"Well, Cap shouldn't be without his Bucky," Bucky said before the words actually sank in. The blush erupted into flames. He needed to go climb a tree and sit in it for a few days.

"Yeah," she agreed with a grin. "I think that's right. Boys!" she called. The roughhousing calmed and they both turned to look at her expectantly. More candy imminent in their future. "Would you mind a picture?" she asked Bucky.

"No," Bucky said quickly. "I love taking pictures with celebrities," he said louder for the boys to hear.

They beamed at each other, ran over in a race, and attached to his knees again.

Once the pictures were taken care of--Bucky even asked for one on his phone--he retreated from the thick of the party, towards a house with all of its lights cut and the only decorations ghosts drifting in the breeze on invisible strings. He pulled out his phone, faced the tree trunk, and dialed Sam's number.

He wasn't exactly surprised when Sam didn't answer. Kind of disappointed. Kind of relieved. When the answering machine picked up, he took in a shaky breath and said, "Hey, Sammy, it's Buck," exactly the way he knew Sam would make fun of him for. What else is the Caller ID for, Buck? "I just wanted to say I miss you. Like, so much. I don't... I don't wanna be doing this without you. I kind of hate it without you, actually. I've always hated it. You know that. But with you, it means something. I felt like I was doing the right thing if you were next to me. But now I don't have that and it feels bad. Everything is bad and wrong and I just miss you so much. God, it's so obvious Buckys shouldn't be without their Caps and I'm the first example of that. The worst example. I don't even wanna watch scary mov--"

The machine cut him off and he dialed Sam's number again instantly. It went to voicemail again, but it rang all the way through, so it's not likely Sam was ignoring him. It was much more likely he'd turned the noise off on his phone to focus on the boys.

"How come spam calls can leave ten minute voicemails but I barely get two minutes, huh?" he asked Sam's voicemail when it clicked through. "Listen, I just want to say it again. I miss you. And when you feel up for it, call me back. Maybe I can dig myself out of this one. I just need to come home to you again. Love you. I mean...shit. Just. Whatever. Miss you, Sam."

Bucky really considered climbing the tree. But it wasn't his tree. He beelined back for his house (there was a giant Frankenstein on Moss Lane that he had to pass again). He'd never been so happy to close the door and block out most of the noise of the neighborhood.

By the time he was dragging himself into bed half an hour later, a text buzzed in. He opened it as he plugged in his phone. It was a picture of Sam, surrounded by about as many Captains America as Bucky had seen, and a fair few Winter Soldiers too.

You're grumpy at every age, btw.

Okay, yeah, I miss you too.

You in DC? I'll see you soon.

Like tomorrow.

Love you too, old man.

Bucky let out a long breath and dropped himself across the bed. Finally, whoever he had been pretending to be fell off of him, like a bad mask. Bucky Barnes settled back into his bones.

How'd the werewolf turn out? What did AJ decide to do this year? He hadn't picked last time I called.

Hey, when you get home, do you wanna call? We can watch that new witch demon haunted house movie on Netflix together.

And maybe he did thrill when a text came in almost immediately. And he answered immediately again.

"Trick or treat?" Sam asked later that night, both of them half asleep on their respective couches, another shitty horror movie starting up on the autoplay.

"Treat," Bucky answered into the throw pillow Sam had bought.

"I still miss you."

"What was the trick?"

"I dunno. Making you fall asleep finally. What would your trick be?"

"Probably making you fall in love with me."

"I dunno, Buck. Seems like a lot of people dig us being together. Can't be such a bad idea."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed. "Buckys belong with their Cap. I dunno how I messed that one up so damn bad."

"Yeah, I think Cap needs his Bucky too," Sam laughed.

"Trick or treat, Sam?"

"Treat."

"I love you."

And if Sam answered, Bucky didn't hear it as he fell asleep easy to the sound of Sam's breathing.

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Baby, It's Halloween and We Can Be Anything

SamBucky | Rated M | 2,185 words | Complete | AO3

Written for SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024 by @sambuckyhalloweenbingo, prompt: Costume

Summary: Sam and Bucky end up at the same costume party. Sam's not sure if Bucky recognizes him when he starts flirting.

Excerpt:

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.

The night isn’t going as stellar as he’d hoped. Almost every guy has resorted to teasing Sam into taking the mask off. And when Sam flinches away, dragging the mask back down after they attempt to slip it off, they all think he has something to hide.

He is trying to hide. He’s Captain America. And unfortunately, the more he hides behind his goblin mask all night, the more guilty he feels.

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A Meeting in the Bayou

Hey, people! This is for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo for the prompt "Transformation". Enjoy! 🥰

A Meeting in the Bayou

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 1.7K |

Summary: Sam Wilson gets dared by his friends to hang out in the woods for ten minutes. There, he meets a mysterious young man.

Excerpt:

“Dare, huh?” asked Misty as she looked around for inspiration, taking a sip of her solo cup, “What about… the woods?” “The woods?” asked Sam, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah! The woods,” said Colleen, pointing her solo cup to the woods, “Ten minutes in the bayou, Sam.” “Sounds like the start of a horror film,” said Nat, shaking her head, “You can’t ask him to just walk into the woods.” “Hey. No. Dare is a dare. It’s not like I don’t know the woods next to my own house. It’s not even dark yet,” said Sam. There wasn’t really a fence between Sam’s backyard and the woods that backed up to his home. He spent most of his childhood exploring those woods with his siblings. He would be okay at the edge of the woods for ten minutes in broad daylight. “Better save me some of those cupcakes for when I return,” said Sam as he began walking to the tree line. “Will do!” yelled Misty as Sam made it into the woods.

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The SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024

Hey! It's almost the spooky season, and as such, it's time for the SamBucky Halloween Bingo! From October 1st to November 7th, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckyhalloweenbingo in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbhalloween2024 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024 Collection.

The Bingo Card:

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine prompts on the card at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single bingo card in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from October 1st and run until November 7th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @sambuckyhalloweenbingo in the post as well as #sbhalloween2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Costume”, use “#costume” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to the SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024 Collection (SamBucky_Halloween_Bingo_2024).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Halloween Bingo fics!

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These Hands Had To Let It Go Free

Late Halloween fic & moodboard for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo, filling the prompts: cat familiar, Hocus Pocus & candy bowl. You can find the story on Ao3 here. 🐈‍⬛️🕯🍬

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff

Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Cat Sam Wilson, Halloween, Humor, Wizard Bucky Barnes

Summary: Sam has always been a cat. Until he meets a certain wizard and witches one Halloween.

Wordcount: 2,2 k

Also created for: @halloweenhorrorbingo — Abandoned Building at Night + What Goes Around Comes Around / @buckybarnesbingo — Darcy Lewis / @darcylewisbingohq — Magical realism + Human / @lyricalescape — “But you took their side, and you pulled them to freedom.”

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For the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo Based on a weirdo dream I had where Sam and Bucky were Louis and Lestat. Only this didn't need the full AU works 😄

Less of a plot, more just concept and vibes

CW: fake blood and fangs

Hearts Dancing Together

Sam pretended he couldn't hear Bucky loitering the the doorway. He kept his attention on the mirror in front of him and not squishing out all the fix-o-dent in the fake fangs he was putting on. It was a slow process.

"If I ever need dentures, just put me out of my misery," he said to acknowledge Bucky's presence.

"We'll get you a nice set of veneers," Bucky promised with bemusement. "Let me see the suit." He reached for Sam's hips and turned him from the mirror.

Sam almost spit out the fangs. "You're blond!"

Bucky didn't react to the teasing. Instead, his eyes darkened in a way that spelled out them being late for the party. "And you're beautiful," he breathed. He hooked a knuckle under Sam's chin and stared at the green contacts Sam was wearing. "I prefer your big browns, but this is pretty great too."

Sam felt himself flush and pushed Bucky back a step before he let Bucky make them late. Or he let himself make them late.

He hadn't meant to watch the new rendition of Interview With The Vampire. (Actually, he hadn't even known it was 'THE vampire' and not 'A vampire' until the title card) He wasn't a fan of the movie. Or really vampires in general. But he and Bucky had happened to catch the premiere while they were channel surfing. He'd really meant to watch just enough to make fun of the inaccuracies about Louisiana, make fun of an insulting accent or two, maybe make Bucky watch the movie to see his opinion on it. That was it.

They did not turn it off at any point. They watched the rest of the season religiously. Actually, they were kind of obsessed with it. (Sarah banned discussion of everything to do with the show)

Bucky had mostly come up with the costume idea. It came in fits and starts. The first time was as he stared at his neck in the mirror and prodded at a bite mark that actually had teeth marks in it.

"Goddamm, Louis de Pointe du Lac," he'd said, trying to rub away the indentions.

"You complain when they're gone in the morning, you complain when they're rough," Sam had said with no thought towards Bucky's words, except to add to his eye roll. "Get back in bed. 'S gettin' cold."

And then again a few weeks later when Bucky had tied his hair back. He curled the tiny ponytail around his fingers and then grinned at Sam and asked, " Is it very in fashion for the French vampire style?"

It earned another eye roll, but an appreciative once over nonetheless.

He'd finally broken down sometime around the beginning of September and said they should dress like the characters for Halloween. Then promptly spent weeks bitching that the movie Lestat had better clothes. Which was maybe true, Sam had to admit.

Even so, he must've gotten over the complaint because he looked like he wanted to take all the parts of Sam's burgundy three-piece suit off with his teeth. Bucky himself had cheated and was only wearing a Gothic type shirt and vest covered in blood, with regular--if slightly tight--dress pants. Sam wasn't sure which blood bath it was a reference to, but he had his suspicions confirmed that Bucky could look like a vampire effortlessly if he dressed all old-fashioned.

"You're blond," he repeated and finally reached up to touch Bucky's hair.

"Is just a spray on. Silver on top of yellow. Cass helped. It was a trade-off for me making his hair purple."

"I thought he was going as a Transformer. Why does he need purple hair?" Sam asked before waving his hand. "Nevermind, he probably only did it because he knew you wouldn't say no."

Bucky scrunched up his nose in offense. "I couldn't say no. I was buying it for myself. What kind of example is that?"

Sam had lived through this exact conversation with Sarah before. It was about ice cream at the time. He was not eager to rehash it right then.

"How come you got your shirt bloody but not you?" he asked instead.

"Well, I thought I might come in here and we could hang out for a while. Didn't want to ruin your outfit with any fake blood."

"Nuh-uh," Sam said, putting out a hand to stop Bucky walking closer. Stalking closer. "You are not making us late. If we hang out, we'll never leave the bedroom."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Bucky offered. "We'll take pictures beforehand and post them later. And people who know won't be able to blame me when you look like this." He reached for Sam's hips and suddenly they were flush together because the hand that had been on Bucky's chest, creating space, was now in Bucky's hair.

Fangs caught on lips almost immediately. They were both clumsy with the extra length of the fake teeth. He understood now why the fangs in the show were retractable. Although it felt like Bucky was going to make a point of learning to kiss like this. Which was kind of hot.

He walked Bucky back against a wall, shoved his hands under Bucky's flow-y shirt, smoothed them up his abdomen. Bucky rattled off something in French that ended with a moaned, "Mon cher," which earned him a few extra kisses. He was loose and pliant under Sam's attention, which is how Sam knew this was exactly what Bucky had wanted.

"Why are you trying to get out of the party?" he accused, stopping in the middle of a kiss to Bucky's neck.

Another string of French, this one considerably lower and sharper, followed. "I'm not trying to get out of the party," he defended. "Just think you look too good to let go right now."

"I'll look this good when we get home too."

"And tomorrow morning and all the sunsets and sunrises after that," Bucky agreed. "But you'll be tired tonight and I'm gonna be covered in fake blood that you're gonna make me wash off before I can get in bed and by the time I'm done, you're gonna be passed out."

Sam looked affronted, but he wasn't sure how well it played while he had sea glass green contacts in. "I have never fallen asleep waiting on you."

Bucky looked at him blandly. "You fall asleep on me all the time. One time, you fell asleep while I was kissing your neck."

"Now, just wait a minute. You were so warm and I was so cold that night--"

"I don't care, mon amour," Bucky interrupted. "You need to sleep. I'm not mad about it. I'm just saying that you're so damn handsome right now and I don't wanna wait."

He held Sam's face in one big hand and leaned over to kiss and nip at his jaw and his neck. The fangs scratched over Sam's skin, which just about made Sam melt under the attention and the fantasy of it all.

Then he pushed Bucky back and ducked away from his warm touch. "Later," he promised. "We said we'd go to this party so we're going."

Bucky scowled, which was only softened a little by the fangs. It was also incredibly heightened by those fangs. This was too dangerous. Sam had to look somewhere else.

"Let me do your blood," he suggested. A distraction was needed.

Bucky slipped around him--hands on his hips again, warm body pressed way too close for how much space they had, being generally too damn distracting on purpose--as Sam dug in the closet for the bag of Halloween supplies they'd gathered over the last few weeks. When he turned around again, Bucky was sitting on the lid of the toilet, face turned up towards Sam and the soft light of their bathroom.

Too damn distracting in dangerous situations.

They did make it to the party. Late. Very late.

And Louis was also covered in blood from the cheek to the collarbone and back to his ear, but he was a vampire, so what did it matter? Just added to the costume, Sam thought. Sarah bursting into snickers as soon as she saw them did not sway his opinion any at all.

And it was Bucky who crashed before they even got home. Evidently neither being a vampire all night nor a super soldier serum could affect the sugar crash of going head to head with all of the neighborhood kids in a candy eating contest. Sam did still wake him up to wash off the fake blood before being into bed.

As he did curl close to Sam, still wearing that silly puffy shirt, he mumbled something into Sam's neck. In French again, but Sam was able to parse it out this time.

"Accepte la beauté qui est en toi."

Be all of the beautiful things you are.

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🎃 My Sambucky/Samsteve Library - Zombie Edition

🧟‍♀️ Best and Last of All Things by @anactorya 🧟‍♀️ Escape to Wakanda by @thatmexisaurusrex 🧟‍♀️ You Have Suffered Enough (It's Time That You Won) by @rocketnebulas 🧟‍♀️ Love, Zombies, And Barry White by @zevlore 🧟‍♀️ You, Zombie by cm 🧟‍♀️

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Here is a list of various spooky fics I've made that I like, whether I made them for Halloween or they're just fun horror. Enjoy! 🎃 👻 🦇

Canon Compliant/Divergent:

Tarot Cards and Sleepy Time Tea | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K | Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Slice of Life |

What Lived in the Woods | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K | Fun Uncles, Eastern Screeching Owl, Domestic Fluff |

What Do You Think, Mr. America? | Rated: E | WC: 1.1K | Crack Treated Seriously, Established Relationship, Costumes |

ESCAPE TO WAKANDA | Rated: E | WC: 41K | Zombie AU, Post: CATWS, WITH Something Angsty This Way Comes |

Before You Go | Rated: M | WC: 1.6K | Dark and Stormy Night, Post CATWS, Pre-Relationship |

Canary in the Coal Mine | Rated: M | WC: 28K | Kid Fic, Vampire Apocalypse, Time Travel | (Part two is still in progress, don't worry, I'm working on it)

Sam-O'-Lantern | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Pumpkins, Getting Together, Dorks in Love |

The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life | Rated: T | WC: 3.3K | That Weird Louboutin Comic, Movie Night, Forgotten Romantic Halloween Traditions |

Taste Test | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Situationship, Candy, And They Were Roommates |

Just One Night | Rated: M | WC: 1.5K | Post CATWS, Club Fic, Meet-Cute Two: Werewolf Boogaloo |

Fantasy and Sci-Fi AU:

Summoning the Seelie King | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Fairy AU, Strangers to Lovers, Summoning |

Midnight Lover | Rated: E | WC: 3.7K | Vampire AU, Bittersweet, Demisexual Sam Wilson |

my mind has changed my body’s frame (but, god, I like it)  | Rated: E | WC: 9.1K | Werewolf AU, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together |

Impractical Magic | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Practical Magic AU, Curses, Witch Sam Wilson |

A Feast of a Man | Rated: M | WC: 4.1K | Incubus Sam Wilson, Asexual Sam Wilson, Dorks in Love |

come along now (run away) | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Fairy Bucky Barnes, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Romance and Action |

every time it rains (you're here in my head) | Rated: M | WC: 9.7K | Paranormal Investigator Sam Wilson, Haunted House, Getting Togther|

Paint the Town Red | Rated: T | WC: 3.4K | Sorcerer Supreme Sam Wilson, Demon Bucky Barnes, Urban Legends |

No Powers AU:

Totally Would Kiss Him | Rated: E | WC: 2.8K | College AU, Dorks in Love, Crack Treated Seriously |

Can't Stand Him | Rated: M | WC: 10.6K | Childhood Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Costume Contest, Crack Treated Seriously |

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Howling Halloween

Sambucky | 3,642 words | Rated T | 1/1

AO3 Link

Summary: Bucky walks over to introduce himself to Sam but Sam punches him in the face. That does not stop Bucky from trying to get his number and a first date.

Snippet:

"Is that how you greet all your admirers?"

"Admirers? Man, you came at me like an aggressive kangaroo!"

"Kangaroos aren't aggressive."

"Tell that to those dudes who almost lost their dogs."

Sam asks a coworker to bag some ice for Bucky's face. Steve approaches and apologizes on Bucky's behalf but Sam claims it's he who owes them an apology.

"Don't apologize, I scared you."

"Not scared, just learned the hard way to stay ready."

"You ready to give me your number so I can make it up to you?"

"No,” Sam says, then walks away.

This covers the Halloween Prep and Jack-O'-Lantern squares of @sambuckyhalloweenbingo and concludes my participation in this event. I had a great time.

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You had to know I was at least going to get this one filled : Full Moon

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Rated E // CW: bite injuries, typical werewolf appearance descriptions (no violent body horror!) // READ ON AO3

Don't Deny the Animal That Comes Alive

“How is it that when something happens, it always happens to you two?”  Amanda asked. “Did you say a wolf did this?”

“No,” Bucky grunted back, holding his arm perfectly still as she wrapped an unlordly amount of gauze around his forearm. “I said an alien dog. You said a wolf.”

“I didn’t say wolf,” she corrected. “Someone else said wolf. You have an indestructible arm. Why did you use this one?”

“It didn’t really ask for my permission before it bit me,” Bucky pointed out drily. “I threw both arms over my head. It had its own pick.”

“And you,” she added, turning her attention to Sam. “How did you end up with the exact same wound?”

Sam was doing a noble job of staying still, but he was more out of practice than Bucky and kept flinching each time the ragged edges of the wound were nudged by the bandages being wrapped around his arm. “I did that thing you’re not supposed to do in a dog fight–put my hand right in the middle of it.”

“I was doing fine,” Bucky snapped.

The creatures had come from nowhere. One minute, the mission had been standard fare. Aliens had landed in a forest, razed half the trees in the process, and were doing something to the wildlife that had the Forestry Service concerned. Sam’s diplomatic envoy had turned into a full fledged fight before he could even get a word out, and the fight had ensued normally. They’d even been about to settle the whole debacle with much less bloodshed, and tree-shed, than usual.

But then these creatures had appeared out of thin air. Or maybe the trees. Bucky maintained forests were the worst place to do anything. Fight, hang out, camp, sleep, get frisky, lick wounds. Old growth trees were just harborers of every creepy thing that could exist. He wouldn’t call these things wolves. He hadn’t, thank you very much Amanda. They walked on two legs sometimes. They were all the wrong size and shape. If anything, they were like wolf-man hybrids. Werewolves, he would say if he’d ever seen werewolves before. Aliens, magic, whatever. Storybook creatures? Absolutely not. He wouldn’t believe in it.

He’d been stupid to let his guard down just because they’d first turned their razor teeth and claws on the aliens. They tore through the aliens with a ruthlessness that even the Winter Soldier couldn't have competed with. So much for less bloodshed. And Bucky stupidly thought the creatures would just leave them alone. Clearly they had their sights set on the entities that had crash landed in their backyard or whatever, so Sam and Bucky would definitely be in the clear. Creatures had taken out creatures and disappeared again several times. They didn’t offer up any explanation or history, just took care of business. Bucky thought that was what was happening again.

The attack was so fast, Bucky couldn’t even say what actually happened. He’d turned to talk to Sam, examine a bruise on his browbone.  And then he was on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, confused and with pain shrieking through his bones as he registered very large teeth in his arm. And, indeed, not the vibranium arm, which just figured.

When he suddenly saw Sam try to join the fight, his brain came back online. He’d punched the thing in the head, up around where he figured there was a temple, and it worked. The thing cowered away with a whimper and great big dog eyes, like Bucky had stepped on its paw and not like it had just been using Bucky as a chew toy.

And, as soon as they’d come, they were gone. If it wasn’t for the gaping hole in his arm and the split bone that kept making itself known, Bucky would have assumed he’d fully lost the plot and hallucinated the entire thing.

Sam fared slightly better than Bucky. His bite wasn’t as deep. There hadn’t been time for the thing to rip into him. It was just a series of puncture wounds along his forearm.

“You know, if you wanted a couple’s tattoo, you should’ve just asked,” Sam said, like he wasn’t the second one to get the bite.

Bucky glared at him for this oversight. The pain was starting to really seep into him though, so he didn’t have the brain function to give some mature response back, like ‘stop copying me, Wilson.’ He waited for Amanda to finish wrapping his arm and then stood up with a huffy sigh.

“I’m gonna go sleep for a year.”

“Should we tell someone about the alien dogs?” Amanda suggested.

“Go for it. I’m not talking to anyone for a month.”

Amanda rolled her eyes and turned to monitor the last bits of Sam’s bandages being applied. She gave them the same aftercare instructions she always did and foisted another bag of supplies onto them. Which, actually, was good. They’d already run through the last one she’d given them.

“Hey,” she called when they were almost to the jeep that would take them back to HQ. “There’s a full moon in a few days. You should think about chaining yourself to the radiator.”

Bucky scowled at her and Sam gave a genial sort of wave in acknowledgement of her joke.

It wasn’t a fucking werewolf.

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