#I mean the SamBucky getting together part

[sam-wilsons-couch]

Idea for a SamBucky fic (au):

Sam and Bucky are two marine life scientists, best friends since college and embarrassingly in love with each other, but never took a step towards voicing their thoughts to each other. They go on a journey to this completely unexplored island, isolated from the rest of the world. After a terrible storm they end up on the island, but other members of their group are dead. They deal with their own injuries, come to realize that there's no way for them to go back or to be found. They deal with their grief of being separated from their families forever, learn how to build to a life from scratch in that island with the resources of that land and things they could find from their broken ship. And they also learn to find comfort and love in each other that they have been longing for since they first met.

[jemgirl86]

I'm going to be completely honest. I genuinely do not understand stevebucky as a ship. obviously, ship whatever you wanna ship, just bc it's not for me does not mean it's not a neat ship, but I look at those two men and I truly see nothing but friends. They're so. Friend-shaped. I can't see any of their scenes as being remotely interpreted as being romantic, there is no unintentional subtext that I feel like I can read into or overanalyze, whereas with SamBucky their whole story together feels like a romance, it's enemies to lovers, it’s grudging respect turning to genuine care. It's "I’m coming with you, no you’re not" steadily progressing into the two of them literally walking off into the sunset together.

Now, usually I wouldn’t just shit on another ship, but since people want to play silly games. Not only does Sticky make less sense than SamBucky, it really really makes less sense that SamSteve. Hell, forget about ships. Throw ships out the window for a second. Let’s just talk about friendships.

OP is right, and I’m glad they said. That’s comics though, and I know folks don’t read comics. And even though the dots are there in the movies for viewers to understand that Sam is Steve’s closest friend once he’s out of the ice, the MCU fandom hates nothing more than connecting dots, especially when they involve Black characters, so y’all ignore that too.

Anywho, long story short, my personal theory has always been that at least part of the reason people don’t like Sam is because the actor who plays him has a lot of chemistry with the actors who play Steve and Bucky and it plays well on screen. Steve and Bucky have never looked the least bit romantic together, they look like a couple of cousins who grew up together and live in each other’s pockets and that’s how they’re written. I can see romance damn near anywhere, but not with them; they come off like relatives any way you spin it 🤷🏾‍♀️ But, see, y’all can’t not ship two White men who get within 5 feet of each other, so Sticky was born. Then Sam showed up, being played by a naturally charismatic guy, and he brought the juice on screen and in interviews and it irritates y’all’s souls that the SamSteve and SamBucky ships grew and grew, even though they both had already existed for years.

It made you nasty, and it made you bitter. So, instead of reading the 50 thousand or so fics you have on ao3 for your ship, you write eye roll inducing posts and then tag them with the name of the character you’re shading, when instead you could just… not.

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Tent Set-Ups Going Wrong

[ID: a green badge of a tent with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Stuck in a Tent, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong

Square Filled: Stuck in a Tent

A/N: just a light-hearted cracky entry for @sambuckylibrary. where sam tries filming a Cap P.S.A, only for it to go in shambles.^^

Word Count: 873

T.W: None-ish

***

Part of being Captain America was having to maintain one's presence in the media. And while Sam tended to be exhausted from handling press conferences and interviews, he did what he could.

Sure, he couldn't dodge inappropriate or racist questions regarding his position, he knew how to deal with them. He knew how to be composed, not allowing any initial frustration get the best of him. Aware it wouldn't do him any good.

Although, it would be nice to talk back, sometimes. Even Bucky wanted to slam some reporter's head against wall at how he got a question that he disliked. Immensely.

Unfortunately, it also included some certain things that he didn't think of. . .

"You want me to star in those P.S.As?" Sam asked in disbelief.

He had been summoned to a small studio in D.C, where he had to discuss of his schedule. They all decided to meet at Rock Creek Park, where they would be filming. Since summer was approaching, they needed to have commercials featuring Sam, front and center.

"Well, Steve did it and you might as well too," the producer explained, plastering a smile that looked more of a wince. "All part of the job, I guess."

Sam huffed a sigh. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

"Do you have to?" Bucky asked.

"I mean we can do something else," Joaquin added, sounding dismayed.

"Like I said, guys." Sam adjusted his cowl. "We should finish this."

Both Bucky and Joaquin exchanged a glance of chagrin.

They gathered at a small grassy field as the crew prepared the mini set. Just some bundles of wood, tents, and sleeping bags.

The director lifted a megaphone, adjusted in her seat.

"Lights. . . Camera. . . Action!"

Someone slammed the clapperboard and Sam propped his hands on his sides, facing the camera. And while Bucky and Torres stood by his sides, waving.

"So, you wanna learn how to arrange a tent, huh?" Sam asked, flashing his signature megawatt smile. "Well, lemme show you how it's done. With the help of my team, anything is possible!"

The wind howled, moving past him in a heavy current.

"Wow, you sure are pulling this off, Samuel," Bucky whispered wryly.

Repressing any urge to roll his eyes, Sam beckoned Bucky and Joaquin at the tent supplies strewn on the grass.

"First you gotta set it up," Sam said into the camera, sweeping an arm over at them. "Then put your components on the tarp. Connect your tent poles together. Insert those poles into where they ought to be and raise the tent up. Now watch as my good friends, Sergeant Bucky Barnes and Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, take this step by step."

Yeah, Sam had to memorize an entire instruction manual for this. So, if any of them noticed how he sounded automatic, maybe he could change it for another take.

Who knew how long would this go on? He had sternly informed those two to be on their best behavior. Although, that approach didn't work by eighty percent.

Bucky and Joaquin adjusted the tent's equipment, setting up the poles. They started raising the tent up slowly yet diligently. The breeze smacked a flap against Bucky and his fingers trembled upon adjusting the hook.

Whoa, it was such a big tent, he thought, refraining from gaping.

Just as Sam could have peered into the camera, the wind's heavy strength shook the poles. Yanking them off their positions. Bucky froze and flung an arm around, only for the tent to collapse down on him.

"Sam! Sam! Help! I think. . . I'm trapped!" Bucky sounded panicked.

Oh yikes, Sam thought. He tried maintaining his smile.

He should have known even filming a damn P.S.A wouldn't go peacefully. Most things in his line of work didn't.

The director and filming crew chattered in hushed tones containing concern. Joaquin winced, bowing his head while scratching his forehead.

"Okay, Cap to the rescue, everyone!" Sam sprinted towards the fallen tent.

He tried pushing it upwards and Bucky moved, crawling out of it. He scrambled to his feet, pressing his hands against the tent. The wind howled again, growing louder and denser. Streaks of grey scattered within the sky as clouds gathered.

The tent collapsed on both of them, sending them flat against the ground.

Both of them let out a grunt and a yelp, their shoulders budging and nudging. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and Sam tried kicking the tent.

If the weather was gonna be this concerning, he would have rescheduled the entire damn thing. However, he had to be in this predicament.

Yep. Sam was so not cut out for this shit. He should be a hell lot selective if he had to take up this gig. Ever again. Simple P.S.As filmed in a studio? Doable. Something he could manage, at the very least.

". . . you're going to cut this out of the finished footage, aren't you?" Joaquin asked, sounding hesitant.

"Cut! Cut!" the director yelled, her voice amplified by her megaphone's speakers. "Okay, can. . . Can someone get Cap and his sidekick out of there?"

Bucky sighed. "Maybe if we filmed indoors instead of outdoors, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation."

"Shoulda known this was a bad idea," Sam mumbled, clutching onto the tent's edge.

***

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Ill be damned if I cant slow dance with you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/D1E3flK by Writer_Lethogica Sam finally makes it to his sister's wedding and finds Bucky at the reception. EXCERPT: “Did I ever tell you how stunning you were in that cap outfit of yours?” “You should see it with the wings out,” said Sam as he wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky’s eyes widened. “You use wings?” asked Bucky. “I was the Falcon before I took over as Captain America,” said Sam coolly with a little shrug, “Maybe you’ll get to see them at some point.” “I wouldn’t be opposed,” hummed Bucky as he stared deep into Sam’s eyes, “I’m just happy to be here.” Sam couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I’m happy you were able to make it too,” whispered Sam as he laced his fingers with Bucky’s, “I’m happy I was so hot that I broke your programming.” Bucky. Blushed so badly, Sam was sure he could melt diamonds on Bucky’s face. “It – I mean. Okay, so yes, your beauty did pierce through the veil and give me my free will back,” mumbled Bucky to the floor, “I can admit that.” Words: 1508, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of The Beyoncé Trilogy, Part 7 of SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 Fics Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Wedding Fluff, Dancing, Kissing, Based on a Beyoncé Knowles Song read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/D1E3flK

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Whenever the mood strikes you, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Bucky doing HOLIDAY STUFFING. I’m talking:

Eating whole pumpkin pie, slice by slice and covered in wayyyy too much whipped cream.

Indulging on a Thanksgiving feast, and then indulging yet again the next day on the leftovers

Scarfing down all the cookies meant for Santa, because he’s just that greedy

(Or, if you prefer to write Bucky as Jewish, latkes drowned in sour cream that makes his stomach gurgly and covers his face in greasy frying oil, ALSO LOTS OF CHOCOLATE GELT)

Getting sloshy, full, and burpy with alcohol on New Years

I prefer sambucky, but please go off from any of these in any direction or ship, it’d make me soooo happy

🤤

Thanksgiving is quickly approaching and that is making this feel particularly appropriate!

So, a Thanksgiving themed fic is it...

I mean, as much fun as a Christmas or Hanukkah stuffing would be, Thanksgiving is the Peak Feederism holiday (even if we fucking hate the roots of it because, yeah, we hate the slaughter and continued erasure/silencing of indigenous peoples. Acknowledging the suffering and continuing to learn and support those people is important! Especially as we celebrate) soooo-

Here we go!

Unbeta'd SamBucky belly kink. Warnings for belly kink obviously, stuffing, dirty talk, etc.

I feel like Sam and Bucky would go all out during this season!

Sam specifically strikes me as somebody who'd revel in hosting - providing food and games and housing and entertainment - especially if there are children around. Uncle Sam is literally the best. He loves kids and is very cute with them (as much as Bucky doesn't want to admit, the grump).

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn't love the holidays. Get-togethers can be stressful and loud and sometimes even scary. He's the most social he's been since deprogramming, but it can still be a struggle. He gets through it with rich flavors, though. It's super hard to complain when you're shoveling food into your mouth haha. And it's especially hard to complain when it's Sam's cooking-

His man's cooking is Good.

(Also, Sam would make jokes all November that why stuff a turkey when he can stuff Bucky? And in return, Bucky would 100% joke that Sam should be afraid considering that birds are the main course around this time of year and he should be especially afraid considering that he has a partner that's been known to get hangry so if he's not careful, he might actually end up as the main part of the meal...)

But, anyway-

When this year they decide it'll just be Sam and Bucky with no family, no trip down to Louisiana... that's when things really start to get interesting.

Kinky interesting.

Shit, Bucky is already packing on the pounds during fall as it turns into winter, bulking up for the cold weather, so shouldn't Sam make it worse by making him taste every dish as Sam "prepares" by "testing" some of the recipes they'll have for their TWO Thanksgiving dinners this year? One that's all to themselves. Private 😏 And a second one that's for them and their friends. Well, just Nat, Steve, and Clint because they've not got anywhere else to go. So they'll be coming to hang out for dinner and dessert.

About Sam "testing" new recipes though-

Literally the DAY after Halloween (meaning the day after Bucky nearly ate himself sick with candy, sitting on their couch in a too-well-filled-out bright orange sweater with a jack-o-lantern face on the tummy (it was a "maternity sweater" that Sam got way too much of a kick out of purchasing for him)), Sam started making festive foods and feeding them to Bucky. Physically feeding him or just encouraging him verbally. Feeding him all different types of pie, multiple iterations of stuffing, turkey, duck, rich casseroles, handmade dinner rolls, several types of cookies then brownies, potatoes prepared seemingly a million different ways, etc.

It's so much food every day.

It's so much food every day that Bucky goes to bed every night packed tight. Full like a beach ball given one, two, three, or four too many pumps of air. Straining. Sam jokes they need to start taking photos like he's pregnant, that way Bucky can see how much progress he's making (and so they can see those pretty stretch marks grow and redden and move 🫠)... Bucky grumbles about it. Complaining that he'd have to stand up to do that. And he can't. Can't do anything but complain. At least Sam's hands are as talented at giving belly rubs as they are at cooking. So, okay, fine, Bucky can put up with him 🙄😉

All of that is to say, Bucky's really putting on winter weight by the time they actually make it to Thanksgiving week. (That's right Thanksgiving WEEK. Sam goes in Hard.) Bucky'll never need a second jacket during winter at this rate! He's very well insulated with blubber and always sweating because of the warm, heavy food shoved into that big tank attached to his front.

It's a good thing that it's Thanksgiving week anyway because Bucky swears with all this consistent stuffing his stomach has been stretched out. Stretched so he needs more food than he did before, which is saying something. His normal level of overwhelming calories just isn't enough these days; he needs Sam cooking too. He needs to be constantly on the edge of crashing into an epic food coma. He needs stuffing. He needs indulgence. He needs pure gluttony.

He needs so much food that even though the whole week leading up to the actual Thursday of Thanksgiving he's stuffed for every meal, every day, and spoiled with snacks and dessert too, on Thursday he wakes up with his stomach still full from the night before yet, he's hungry.

Or, fuck, not even hungry-

He's starved. So much so that he has to have his first dinner (with multiple servings of everything) before their guests even arrive. Because, yeah, of course, Thanksgiving is about glutting yourself but Bucky and Sam's friends aren't ready to see just how much Bucky can fit in his swollen tank...

So, for now, they placate Bucky beforehand including his pre-dinner dinner but also... earlier in the day, Bucky, on Thanksgiving, has a massive breakfast. Then, he has a mid-morning "snack" (re: a decent meal for anyone who's not a massive glutton). And he has this lavish, complete lunch like normal. Also like normal, Bucky sneaks tastes of everything Sam is making for dinner. Plus, he grabs snacks from the pantry when he tires of playfully being smacked on the hand because Sam's trying to shoo him away. And then - THEN - Bucky has his first dinner. He has seconds of his first dinner. Next, in a few hours when their friends have been ushered in, hugged, chit-chat has been engaged in, and the table has been set...

Bucky has Thanksgiving dinner with their friends.

And, of course, Thanksgiving dinner with their friends includes dessert.

By dessert, Bucky is beginning to lose the fight against stifling moans and burps, and panting breaths. He's too full to hide how full he is. He can't breathe. He feels like he's beginning to pour sweat. There is so much heavy, rich food inside him it's like his stomach is packed completely full, so now, the food has just begun to pile up in his esophagus, running out of room.

But...

Sam doesn't think he's done yet.

When all their friends leave, slipping out of their door to go and crash at their own places...

Sam slowly, slowly guides Bucky over to the couch, barely able to contain his glee at how Bucky waddles, hands supporting his heavy, heavy belly. And Sam bites the inside of his cheek to not smile as he "innocently" asks where Bucky got a yoga ball and when he had time to stuff it up under his shirt. Bucky whines in response to the joke. He feels like a yoga ball.

Plopping heavily down onto the couch, shit, it feels like his belly rounds out all the way to his knees. He's huge.

He's so fucking full.

And Sam just pushes himself against Bucky's bloated, blubbery side, murmuring hotly, "so, you ready to take care of all the leftovers for me, Bucky?"

Bucky makes a high, whimpery sound. He burps.

"Making room?" Sam chuckles, "c'mon, babycakes, I can't stand the way food tastes once it's been refrigerated and warmed back up, you know that."

Bucky whines again, rubbing the parts of his stomach that he can still reach. His arms look short in comparison to that massive fucking tummy. The apex of his belly he hasn't been able to touch by himself, not when he's stuffed, in months.

"So you're gonna have to eat it all, okay?" Sam says, grabbing Bucky's soft, puffy jaw and kissing his pretty pouty lips demandingly. "You're gonna eat everything that got left behind, you're gonna let that food join all its friends in this belly right here-" Sam pats his belly; he tries to press his fingers into the bloated top of his gut but, despite his normal thick layer of insulation... Sam's fingers don't sink in. He's taut. A completely blown-up balloon... like one of the fucking Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade floats.

Bucky moans, his head completely thrown back. Eyes shut. Wet lips wide open. Flushed prettily. Suspended in the eroticism.

"-And then tomorrow we're gonna do it all over again. I'm gonna work myself to the bone makin' a whole new feast for you and you're gonna eat all of it and enjoy it. You're gonna eat your heart out, glutton."

Bucky moans breathily, all but classically trained to feel a rush of arousal whenever eating or food is mentioned.

"When you do this again tomorrow I'll get you all to myself, that'll be the best part. I'll get to rub your gut as it fills up. I'll get to sit in what's left of your lap. I'll get to feed you every fucking bite if I want. It'll just be me and you and your huge gut. Bloated from a whole month of indulgence. Still full from a feast fit for a King just the night before... I wonder how big you'll be tomorrow night, this same time? Can you imagine yourself bigger? Huh, sweet cheeks? Can you?"

Bucky shakes his head drunkenly.

"Well, get ready, baby. You're gonna be bigger. I'm gonna make you bigger. Fatter."

Hope you enjoyed!

[ironstrangle]

Kissing Sam Wilson #25 - Him (SamBucky, but Implied SamSteve and Stucky, 600 words)

@samsseptember prompt - Part Time Avenger | On The Run

“I always wanted to ask you,” Bucky admitted, as he looked down at the photograph. It was a grainy photo, probably taken on some cheap portable device. Sam and Steve smiled at the camera, but he could see the weariness on their faces. At the time of the photo, they were on the run from their own government. “I never really knew the right way to ask, but why did you follow Steve?”

Sam swallowed hard at those words. His eyes seemed to be fixated on the photograph. He looked as though looking away would be painful to him.

“That’s actually a pretty good question,” Sam chuckled, turning the photograph around so that it was facing down against his palm. That seemed to make it easier to focus on the man in front of him. “I mean, I knew why I followed Steve at first. I had lost Riley in the same way he lost you. I knew that I’d do anything to get my other half back and if it was possible for Steve, we had to try it.”

Bucky nodded, appreciative of the words. Sam’s empathy was something that he’d fallen in love with right away. He was so good to other people. He had lost a lot, suffered a lot in his life, but unlike some people, it hadn’t made him crueler. It had made him more compassionate, more loving, more intense.

“But that doesn’t explain why you became a literal fugitive for the man.”

Sam’s cheeks turned a little redder, confirming something about him that Bucky had long suspected. It didn’t bother him. He and Sam were in a healthy relationship that was going strong, even though by every other piece of evidence, it shouldn’t. They were doing well, and they loved each other.

The fact of the matter was, though, that they had both been in love with Steve Rogers at one point in their lives.

“When was it for you?” Bucky asked, the realization dawning easily.

“I would say just before the Accords fight,” Sam admitted. His face turned bright red, but to his credit, he flipped over the photo so that they were both looking at Steve’s stupid, handsome face. “Then, when he stood up for what he believed in…I was sunk. It was…it was silly…”

“It wasn’t silly,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “You have never judged me for my feelings for Steve.”

“Yeah, but you two had a lot more history, a lot more going between you two.”

“I fell in love with him for mostly the same reason,” Bucky admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. Sam felt the pressure there between them. “I saw his determination when he was a small kid, literally weighing about a hundred pounds. I saw the fact that he would never back down. It was hard not to fall for him.”

“Now look at us.”

Steve was gone, and they were a couple. They were, actually, doing well as pair-bonded. It worked perfectly. Their opinions about Steve were a little bit on the iffy side. They both loved and admired him more than they cared to admit, but there would always be that pain, that little bit of soreness.

“He brought us together, right?” Bucky said with a grin, kissing Sam and tucking him close to his chest.

“That he did.”

[livingincolorsagain]

k (bc i KNOW you got angst ideas), p, and t for the fic ask game?

hi mak!! thanks for the ask <3 (ajskajdhd you’re right ofc but hey)

fanfic ask game

What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

i wanna say be together but that fic feels more like a tragedy, so i guess my angstiest idea is the breaking up/getting back together sambucky that im still working on.

that fic is probably my favourite of all fics im currently working on. i just wanted to explore their relationship if they got together then grew apart, because at first it was so easy and they’re so in love and you ignore things you shouldn’t. fear of opening up, of being in love, and how you end up alone because you refuse to let yourself be happy because you’ve lost so much and you’re scared that’s how it’s always going to be

yeah. it’s angsty as hell. they split the cats in the breakup. even alpine and figaro are not safe in this fic.

Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the storu unfold as you go?)

while it mostly depends on the fic im writing, im more of a architect. i have to know where im going and it results in me being a really slow writer when it comes to longer fics. but i also love planning my fics, it’s my favourite part of the process. just outlining and adding notes and how certain, important scenes should go. definitely an architect, yes.

Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

a lot. A Lot. cheating, love triangles (not all, but most). and i don’t know if they count as ‘fandom tropes’, but fics where sam is basically a therapist to bucky, or where bucky continues to be disrespectful and cold and mean to sam and sam is. okay with it. loves him anyway. doesn’t even call him out once. idk what those are but i can’t stand them. no sam takes care of bucky fics for me ever.

[faeriecap]

pls talk to me about sam/riley!! canon, au, idc! give me all u got 😤😤

FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA OMG literally one of my favorite ships in the entire mcu and they barely exist 😭😭😭

ok so in terms of like canon stuff i feel like riley and sam had the closest thing u could to a meet cute in the literal army and i see their relationship as like very similar to daveklaus??? i think it definitely like in precatws i see them as meeting on base, maybe even not knowing each other before they got assigned to the project and got their wings etc

there’s a lot of potential for a slow burn there even as just a platonic relationship and tbh given the popularity of media like 1917, dunkirk, top gun, and that rn (which….. the modern stuff is more HMMMM but i mean the interest is there???) n marvels propaganda deal with the us military i don’t know WHY they HAVENT greenlit some sort of d+ mini series giving us a samriley prequel ??? at least a short 😭 but idk maybe they’ll actually give us some sams past crumbs in cap 4?????

in aus though i like to hc riley and sam as having the same hometown, i love the idea of riley being a quintessential southern boy with the drawl and the slang, i also heavily borrow from just say you do’s version of riley in which he has a dry sense of humor and takes no shit just like sam!! i picture him as “sassy” and over the top in the same way as like JVN lol

also i think he and sam have the best fashion sense out of anyone in the group except maybe nat when she’s not dressing super comfy casual (we all know steve and bucky are dead last on that one LMAOOO) bc riley comes from a working class family/started working himself at a really young age and so now he likes to be super deliberate about his sense of style/presentation instead of just whatever he got handed down from neighbors or church donations etc and that was a HUGE part of accepting his sexuality + gender identity (he/they riley u will always be famous)

i also borrow some elements of like adam parrish’s backstory 🤡 in that i see riley’s parents as negligent at best and ab*sive at worst, making the wilsons his sort of pseudo-family/safe space even before he and sam get together whether that’s bc they’re childhood besties in aus or bc they accept sam’s closest comrade into their fold (i cant remember if sam lost his parents before he went into the service so don’t come for me anyone) but yeah like in non canon universes i see their story as highly similar to stevebuckys bc they’re foils duh except ig riley would be closer to comics bucky than mcu bucky w his parents

it’s weird bc i used to exclusively ship stevebucky and then samriley completely separate. since i became open to the idea of multi shipping, i now ship in a different order/way??

like for au’s i still follow the two distinctive ships, meaning if i’m writing stevebucky i’ll usually have established samriley or single sam. however if i’m writing sambucky it’s probably going to be past!samsteve and/or stevebucky as well if not just samstevebucky (the most superior of all ships) 😌 like i might mention riley being sam’s ex before he got together with steve (if i’m including him and steve as a couple and not just friends) or just gets w bucky but the focus is way less on riley’s impact on sam’s dating history than like steve if that makes sense which is just interesting to me?? it’s also a roulette wheel of whether or not i decide to throw in sammisty (my beloved) bc sometimes i like to write bi sam and other times i like to write gay sam

sidenote i see peggy and steve and nat absolutely bi, always, angie as 100% a lesbian, misty and sam as bi4bi, but for sam and bucky i could see them as either bi or gay (although i typically tend to write bucky as either just gay or at most bi-curious but always in relationships with mlm)

i feel like i write more samriley in complete au’s than in canon compliant fics which is odd haha

maybe bc in canon compliant fics, if samriley exists i see them as a monogamous partnership, but if sam is with someone else/poly i typically see it like riley d*ed bc personally i just don’t see them breaking up?? they’re like either that couple u know that’s been together since they were 14 and you never see them without each other OR they’re exactly the same but they actually got married in their early 20s. i say, having explicitly written their divorce before

also idk why but i feel like in my head w poly!sam steve and/or bucky (or misty) are cool w him having paramours and metamours and everything even if they aren’t poly themselves but riley is strictly a one man guy and has no interest in anything outside a monogamous mlm relationship. he’s also demi and a hopeless romantic!

when i write samriley + steve and bucky i see riley as being able to relate to bucky better bc i follow the general fandom hc that riley is also disabled, but he’s somewhat closer w steve bc of sam and bucky’s initial “feud” when riley was still distrustful of bucky and 100% in sam’s corner, meaning he and bucky have a similar dynamic to sam and bucky where they like to banter and antagonize one another but he and steve are more chill and friendly when they talk like he and sam are (although they aren’t above ribbing at each other and referencing embarrassing inside jokes)

hngngngngnh h OH also he and sarah are like best friends bc they LOVE to gang up on sam and 100% would die for sam but like given the choice they would unionize to embarrass him at the drop of a hat

[carsonian]

oh my gosh!!! carsonian, hi! my name is earl!! 👋

you’re on tumblr now! this is so great. i was just looking you up on tumblr the other day and came to the conclusion that you didn’t have one. BUT NOW YOU DO!!! 🥳🎉

anyway, i just wanted you know. i was going to leave you a comment on ao3, but since you’re here now, i just figured i’d send this as a tumblr ask instead. i recently read your fic “i can talk to anyone”. i was (and still am 🤒) sick when i read it, so i was feeling awful and i just needed smth cute and lighthearted and ohhhmygosh. you really delivered! i was giggling and laughing to myself, kicking my legs like a teenager in love. that fic is so so so funny and so cute. like that thanos ad-break? had me scream-laughing like a lunatic!! it was so unexpected and so funny and amazing!!

i just thought everyone was so in character and that the stevetony getting together moments were so so so heart-fluttering. the juxtaposition between steve’s first “that’s what he said?” moment and his second was soooo cute and funny and clever!! there were just so so so many bits that made me laugh, like nat checking the dino’s sex, the narrator complaining abt the mic drops, the sambucky personal space bit, and steve’s “you got footage of what?”

i just adore that fic so much. it’s such a feel-good read. thank you so so so much for writing that fic. you’re such a brilliant writer!! you managed to pull off so many things that i personally find challenging when it comes to writing, like being funny but also making sure that everybody is in character (especially when you have so many characters in one fic!) ahhh thank you so much for helping me feel better!! and welcome to tumblr!!! 🥰🫶

(p.s. the timing of you joining tumblr feels a bit serendipitous to me bcs i literally JUST gushed about your fic the other day over on the bird app!)

IT WAS 🫵YOU🫵!!!!!! I received a sudden influx of kudos for I Can Talk to Anyone and was scratching my head over where they could possibly have come from. But it was from 🫵YOUR🫵 tweets! The "bird app" had me confused for a second, haha, but--gee Whiz I made it to Twittah! 😆😆 No but truly, your tweets were so goddamn wonderful. It truly & fully made my day 💗💗 You're a sweetheart just for that, but then to leave such a kind message in my inbox. . .Earl, I'm TOTALLY hugging you right now!

The Tumblr thing is totally fortuitous omg. Typa timing to make me wanna get into tarot reading or something 😮🤨 I'll admit that I followed people on Tumblr who I recognised from fics I've enjoyed and fic rec posts but the timing of you reading the fic and me following you is like. . .eerily spot-on. . . 👀👀

I'm sorry to hear that you're still sick and hope you make a full, seamless recovery very, very soon.❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Thank you for being so generous even while sick--leaving this message for me when you had absolutely no obligation to do so. It speaks to what a great person you are to have in this fandom that you choose to uplift others even when you're not feeling your best! 🫂🤩 That my fic was able to brighten up your day is such a heartwarming compliment; I'm genuinely not exaggerating when I say this made my day. Hell, I'm sure I'll still be pumping my fist over this tomorrow so you've at least made two days of mine. Go 🤘YOU🤘!!!

And your compliments of the actual fic are so, so kind. I'm sure every person looks back on all they've made with a bit of regret and well-I-coulda-done-this-better and oh-that-didn't-develop-too-neatly etcetera etcetera--you know how it goes. But receiving your message made me feel just that little bit more content with what I wrote; the validation that comes from knowing that even though it's imperfect, the good in it is still resolute enough to make someone laugh. Particularly the parts you pulled out--gawsh! Thank you for giving me the gift of seeing what resonated with you! It is very much a gift and I don't take it lightly. I'm not a brilliant writer by any means but messages like these definitely push me to do even better. You're a true superstar!💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Just a million, bajillion thank-yous to you for being such a darling. I could not have asked for a better welcome to Tumblr. 🥺😘🥺😘

(P.S. I have had plans to write a sequel to I Can Talk to Anyone since the beginning of this year. I've just got an EG event 👀🤫 and 🥴WIP🥴 to get through before I can sit down and have a proper go at it. Just wanted to let you know because your message has definitely renewed the fire in me to get that done!)

[margarethx]

It’s weird how people treat Bucky as the mysterious and secretive one within Sambucky when you can look at him for like two seconds and deduce everything you need to know about him. Sad boi, traumatic past, doesn’t like talking about it, quiet, frustrated, you better don’t interact with him unless he lets you.

Sam Wilson on the other hand? I have no clue what’s going on in his head most of the time. (I mean... I kind of do, as a viewer. But I’m not sure the characters he encounters are just as informed.) He seems like a pretty positive, optimistic person, but there are so many moments when he just looks desperate and on the verge of tears. Like he’s not sure anything will ever work in his favour. He doesn’t talk much about his emotions or his past unless it’s very relevant - and he does that mainly to connect with other people through shared experience. That’s why he mentioned Riley’s death. Or his aunt... who also died.

Karli called him a hopeless optimist. But is he an optimist? I wouldn’t say so. He likes joking and smiles... relatively often... but that’s it. For me he seems more like a realist who knows when he can get the job done to fix a problem. And he fixes a lot of problems. It seems like he helps other people all the time, so you might think he’s just selfless. But his desperate attempts to keep the family boat against Sarah’s protests were pretty selfish. (Objectively. I’m not judging him here.) Giving the shield away was not exatly selfish (he had every right to do so), but he still didn’t listen to anyone telling him to take up the mantle, because he didn’t want to, end of discussion.

For people like Walker he seems like a sidekick and a “wingman”. Someone who followed Steve around. But he didn’t. Sam made all the decisions himself - in ca:tws Steve even discouraged him from joining the fight. He went and fought anyway. Even Bucky, who knew Sam way longer than Walker, just assumed that he went against the Accords, because Steve did. But Sam formed his opinion first - it just happened to align with Steve’s. And how can he be a sidekick who just follows other people when during just his second conversation with Steve he said he likes working at the VA, because there’s no one above him giving him orders and that’s nice?

“Sam is the rational one!” - says the fandom. ...Sam kicked a fucking helicopter mid-flight. And jumped into one almost falling into the rotor.

“Sam is stubborn and will hold a grudge for a long time” - says the fandom (or at least the part of it who clearly dislikes the guy). ... Meanwhile, Sam helped Tony find Steve right after he was shot by him in the face for an accident that was not Sam’s fault. And he helped Vision in Infinity War even thought he was part of said accident. He still talks with Rhodey like they’re okay and nothing happened. And he tried to become friends with Barnes after he almost killed him three times. (As the Winter Soldier, but still.)

Zemo didn’t expect Sam to not hesitate about rejecting the serum.

Karli was surprised by Sam’s character. Later she was suprised again and disappointed that he (of all people) decided to become the new Captain. Isaiah didn’t expect him to take the shield either. But he did take it and Isaiah had to admit he was wrong about Sam after he heard his speech.

“I never said pilot ;)” ... Yeah, I know. You never did, Sam. Because you say so little about yourself. And it’s so vague and carefully selected.

“He speaks Arabic...” Yeah, Torres. I was surprised too.

--- ----- ---

This whole show (and Sam’s entire story in the MCU) seems like it’s just a person after a person, after a person making assumptions about Sam and then realizing that... Actually they were wrong the whole time. Either partially or complitely. 

Sam is so secretive about his own thoughts and feelings that he tricked everyone around him into thinking he’s an open book, so no one bothers to even ask any questions. Because they feel like they know him, but... Do they really?

And I can just imagine that the longer Sam and Bucky work and live together the more Bucky sees how other people misjudge his partner... all the damn time. (Just as he himself used to do.) They just assume Sam will let them do anything they want and he doesn’t. Or they assume they can give him orders and he’s like: “Subtle? Got it!” - and does whatever he planned, following only his own rules.

It must be pretty amusing to watch. And it probably feels like some kind of honour to actually get a chance to know the real Sam Wilson.

[anthonystan]

Since a lot of people seem to be climbing aboard this ship thanks to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, I’ve tried to compile a list of sambucky fics (both old and new) that I love. And also, I am including my own stories, because what is tumblr if not a place for self-promotion?

I’ve tried to tag authors on tumblr, so if I recced your story but didn’t tag you, let me know!

TFATWS-Compliant (I need more of these btw)

Pick Me Up and Dust Me Off (T) Bucky asks Sam for a favor.

#notmycap (T)(Gen) In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.

Fill the Hole in My Heart (NR) Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

if you leap i’ll come (falling too) (E) by @coffeeinallcaps “It doesn’t mean anything,” Sam agrees, suppressing a shudder as Bucky presses an open-mouthed kiss to his throat. He shoves his hands under Bucky’s shirt, feels the muscles of his back work. “And it doesn’t have to happen again.” But it does happen again. And again. And—

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) (E) by @villa-kulla​ Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

CANON-Adjacent

Lucky (T) In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.

still feel the pull of you (E) After realizing there are some unexpected side effects for those who've been brought back to life after the Snap, Sam and Bucky slowly but surely learn that if they want to be loved, they must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known [via soul bond].

safe like spring time (T) by @quididtch Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.

hunger for your touch (E) by @coffeeinallcaps Of course it’s not the first thought that crosses his mind when he loses the arm, but. Well. He really did like those smooth hard metal fingers a lot, is all.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight (M) by @hypermania 5 times Sam and Bucky are forced to share a bed + 1 time they choose to.

within me, an invincible summer (E) by @notcaycepollard Sam knows Steve thought Sam’d be looking after Bucky. Turns out, those first few days, it's the other way around. Turns out, Sam was holding himself together more than he realized. Alone, Sam has nightmare after nightmare. During the day, his eyes ache with how tired he is. He forgot how bad this could get.

I’m in the Wrong Place to be Real (M) In which Bucky, Sam, and Steve learn to live together, Bucky and Sam learn to love each other, and Bucky learns to love himself.

and i run, further than before (T) Basically, the 5 times Sam actually found Bucky and the 1 time he tried to hide from him. Don't tell Steve.

Alternate Universe (clearly not my favorite genre, oops)

you touch me within and so i (know i can be human again) (E) by @notcaycepollard It’s inevitable, the way it goes. He’s my friend, Steve says, and he is, he is, he must be. Sam’s best friend is Steve, and Steve’s best friend is a werewolf, that’s just how Sam’s life works now.

double back (E) Sam gets stuck in a time loop. In 1943.

love is in the air (i smell coffee) (T) with beautiful art by @persehpone Sam Wilson - graduate student, part-time barista, part-time salesman, and full-time father - doesn't have time to sleep, much less date. At least, that's what he tells himself.

ALL CAPS OT3

Also, Nightingale (E) by @the-cimmerians Post Civil War: life in Wakanda is full of surprises. And eventually smut.

This Fledgling Thing (T) by @snarklyboojum They say 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' but Sam has pretty big hands and he'd prefer the birds to keep their beaks out of his love life, thanks.

There’s My Territory (E) by @dsudis "That's the beauty of this stuff," the salesman said, tilting his head toward the display Bucky had been looking at. "Nobody knows what you're keeping under your clothes. That's between you and yourself."

sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is (T) by @enemyofrome Bucky knows that going back on ice is for the best. Steve and Sam beg to differ. There are tears and cuddles and explosions, and some truly awful puns.

It’s a Moon Thing (E) In which Sam Wilson discovers the effects of the moon on enhanced super-soldiers and has a lot of sex thanks to it.

[purple-babygirl]

First of all… who told you that you could toy with my heart over your latest work: SamBucky and the injuries Little. Talk about the angst but fluff. Just mwah!

But will all that angst especially with Sam and Bucky—they are just a perfect combo, btw. I now am needy for angst to fluff (oops…). All I can think about is an insecure little who think that her daddies don’t love her after a misunderstanding, so she pack up her things and runs away. (But a happy ending is ensured) when Sam and Bucky are able to find her

Love you.

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, a dash of angst, and a pinch of fluff

A/N: Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing this idea with me and allowing me to toy with your heart over it!💜💜 I was a puddle writing this one. I'm really sorry if this took me too long; I hope it's to your liking and I love you too *ghost kisses*💜 please enjoy xx

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unwanted

“That's enough. Go to your room.” Sam demanded angrily, looking down at the cheerios covering the kitchen floor that he now would have to clean up.

“Papa-”

“All you do is cause trouble and I'm done! To your room, now!”

She's been bad again. It was the third time this week. She has been disobedient and impatient. Whenever Papa and Daddy told her to do anything she somehow managed to mess it up. Sam had told her not to touch anything but she wanted to help nevertheless. She couldn’t reach the cupboard though and ended up spilling the box of cereal all over the place.

Her gaze dropped and she walked to her room without another word and a few minutes later, Bucky came to give her lunch and collect her phone and tablet, taking away her screen time for the day.

“But daddy-”

“No, doll. I'm taking them away. You never listen anymore and it needs to stop.”

Papa and Daddy are mad at you. They don't love you no more. They're sick of you. You never listen and you're always bad. They could be so much happier and calmer if it wasn't for you always riling them up. They were done. It needed to stop. They don't love you no more. They don't want you no more. They don't love you. They don't want you.

She sat wallowing in her room, tears gathering in her eyes as her own mind attacked her. Maybe it was all true. All she does is cause trouble.

So maybe if she left…

She got up and got her big girl backpack out of the closet.

Maybe if she left Papa and Daddy would be better off without her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gathered and pushed items into her bag.

Maybe if she was gone they would be less angry.

She zipped the bag up before sloppily slipping her socks on and picking up her stuffed friend.

Maybe if she escaped the house she could escape her thoughts too; leave them all in her room and go.

She wiped her cheeks, tiptoed out of her room, found her shoes by the front door and quietly got into them. She could hear Daddy and Papa lowly laughing together while they got things done in the backyard. Leaving really was the right decision then; they were happier without her.

Taking one, last, tear-blurred look at the house, she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. She held her small white bunny to her chest and sniffed before taking off, walking to the only place that would bring her comfort.

~

“She's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see her face.” Sam smiled proudly, hands on his waist as he took one last look at the swing he and Bucky have put together for their baby girl in the backyard.

“I really hope she likes it.” Bucky smiled back in agreement before opening the door for Sam and walking inside behind him.

They felt they were too hard on her that morning and she was usually a good girl, only intending to do good for her Daddy and Papa. So they decided to build the swing earlier than they’d previously planned to lighten things up again.

“Is it just me or is it awfully quiet in here?” Bucky murmured, bringing the water bottle down from his mouth and looking around the living room in slight suspicion.

“I mean, she is in a timeout and you did take away her phone,” Sam reminded him, trying not to let himself panic as he got himself a water bottle from the fridge.

But it wasn’t that. Bucky could still hear her presence no matter how quiet. He could hear her crayons gliding on paper when she would sit down to color. He could hear her hum as she organized her toys around the table for tea parties. This quietness wasn’t normal.

Bucky jogged up the stairs to her room and just as he feared, she wasn't in there. Her sandwich was untouched. Her closet was open and her backpack and favourite blankie were missing.

“Sam!” He called for his husband, taking long strides to their bedroom to find she wasn't there either.

Sam ran up the stairs at Bucky's freaked tone and saw him pacing through the hallway.

“She's not here.”

“What?” Sam’s heart sank into his stomach.

“I can't find her.” Bucky shook his head at Sam, running his fingers through his hair in growing panic.

“Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her.” Sam rubbed a hand down Bucky's back, trying to hide his own fright for Bucky's sake as his mind ran to every single place she knew how to get to on her own.

“How? How are we gonna find her? We don't even know where she went or if she's okay-”

Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Hey, breathe,” Sam instructed, slowly breathing so Bucky could copy him, trying to send away the panic attack ready to take over him. Bucky nuzzled his palm, his breath coming out shaky.

“That's it, Buck. In and out.” He moved his hands to Bucky’s.

“But she was so little when we sent her to her room and she probably doesn't even have any ID or money with her-”

“Bucky,” Sam squeezed his husband’s hands.

“We can't lose her, Sam. I can't- I took her phone away- if she's in trouble, she won't be able to-”

“Bucky, baby, we're gonna find her and she's gonna be okay. I promise.” Sam reassured him with words he himself wasn't sure would turn out to be true, his large palm stroking up and down the tense muscles of Bucky’s back, “I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Bucky tried to manage his breathing, slightly calming down to the thought of getting to hold her again.

“She couldn't have gotten that far, so we're gonna look around and I'm gonna call Steve, okay?” Bucky nodded at Sam's words, glossy eyes closing as Sam planted a kiss to the side of his forehead, “okay, baby. Let's go.”

~

Sam took the car, driving slowly, roaming the neighborhood to see if she was anywhere around the area. He was asking anyone and everyone who passed by his car if they've seen her. But apparently, no one has. Not even the old couple at the end of the street with the dog she loved to pet so much.

Bucky chose to go on foot as he walked in the other direction, preferring to depend on his enhanced senses instead of talking to other people. Even if he did talk to them for help, no one would understand that while her picture looked like that of a grown lady, she was a mere baby. They would never understand their panic.

Sam rubbed his forehead in frustration, leaning it against the wheel. He’d just hung up with Steve. He said she didn't come to his place; didn't even stop by. In fact, he hasn’t heard from her at all and got worried when Sam called. He took an uneven breath, trying to maintain his cool before he lifted his head up and started the car again.

~

Leaning back on the big tree, she wrapped her soft blankie tighter around her frame. It was getting kind of chilly and she was starting to regret leaving now that it wasn't that sunny anymore. The tears drying on her cheeks made her shiver even more and she sniffled, kissing her bunny's head and tugging the stuffed animal under her chin. She hoped Daddy and Papa were feeling better now that she was no longer there with them.

“Doll?” She heard Bucky's voice and before she could wonder if she'd imagined it, she was pressed to a hard chest.

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky sighed, kissing the side of her head over and over again, his hands tight around her back, holding her and her bunny close to his frantically beating heart.

“Baby, why'd you leave like that? We were so worried! We looked everywhere, we called everyone.” Bucky kissed her forehead a bunch before “-oh right!”

He got his phone out of his pocket with one arm, the other still firmly holding her to his chest. She kept holding onto her bunny, not really getting what was happening. Was she in trouble for leaving unannounced or not? Why would Daddy and Papa want to find her? She was nothing but trouble.

“Sam, I found her! We're in our secret place in the park.”

At Bucky's call, Sam took a sharp turn, stepping on the gas to get to the park as fast as he could.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you hurt anywhere?” Bucky asked her after hanging up, anxiously checking her head, face, arms and legs for injuries.

She shook her head silently, fresh, hot tears burning at the brims of her eyes.

“Thank god.” Bucky hugged her to his chest again, “we were so scared, doll. We were so scared.”

He kissed her damp cheeks and chin as she kept biting her lip, quietly sniveling.

She'd scared them. She'd worried them. Why was it always that she did something wrong while trying to do anything right? She was no good.

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I’m right here.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, then her nose, thinking she was crying because she was lost alone.

He pulled her on his lap and adjusted himself in her place, his back to the tree trunk as he held her close, fearing she’d disappear if he were to loosen his grip around her.

“Sugar!” Sam’s voice echoed through the empty part of the park when he saw her burrito-wrapped body in Bucky’s lap.

“Papa’s here, doll. It’s okay.” Bucky whispered to her when she didn’t stop crying.

She turned around and her eyes met Sam’s watery, brown ones.

“Hey, sugar,” Sam greeted softly, getting down on his knees before her.

Her lower lip jutted out further as new tears soaked her pretty face. It hasn’t even been a whole day and she’s missed Papa and Daddy so much. How was she ever planning on running away from them or being without them?

“Aww, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Sam cooed, bringing her to his chest and engulfing her in a protective hug.

Her blanket fell in Bucky’s lap and she dropped her bunny to cling to Sam, barely quieting her sobs.

Not able to hold himself together any longer, a tear escaped Sam’s eye his gaze met Bucky’s. He buried his nose in her hair and squeezed her closer to him, sighing in relief that they’ve found her. His mind kept torturing him with scenarios of her getting hurt and not getting help. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if they’d actually lost her.

“You’re okay, sugar. Papa’s here with you. I’m sorry it took us so long, baby. We were looking in a lot of places.” Sam sniffled, pulling back to pepper featherlike kisses all over her face.

“You wanted to find me?” Her small, brittle voice asked, doe eyes staring up sadly.

“What? Of course we wanted to find you, baby! Why would you think otherwise?!”

“But I was bad. You w-were done. It needed to stop,” she repeated his and Bucky’s words on him and Sam felt shame cover him from head to toe, Bucky not any different as he bit down to stop his tears.

“Doll,” Bucky went to hold her hands only to find they were freezing.

“Shit! She’s too cold,” he told Sam, who immediately started taking off his jacket.

“Dada, bad word,” she softly reminded Bucky, covering her mouth with her hand before Sam got out of his jacket.

Sam slipped his warm jacket on her and pulled the zipper up, her small hands disappearing inside the long sleeves.

“Good girl, sugar. It is a bad word.” He rolled the sleeves back just enough to get her palms out so she could still hold her bunny.

“But you don’t see me asking daddy to leave because he was bad, do you?” Sam asked tenderly and she shook her head no.

“Exactly, I’m not. You know why?” Sam pressed kisses to both of her hands multiple times, rubbing them between his palms to warm her up.

“Why, papa?” she asked as he carried her in his arms; Bucky gathering the rest of her stuff.

“Because I love him so much." Sam wiped her tears. "And both me and daddy love you so so so much, sugar.” He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.

Bucky handed her the small bunny back after patting any dust or leaves out of it.

“We never want you to go, doll.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Even when I’m really really bad?”

“Even if you’re really really bad,” Sam guaranteed, kissing her temple again.

“But- I thought papa and daddy would be happier and not so angry no more if I left,” she mumbled innocently as Sam started walking to the car with her in his arms.

“That could never be true, doll. We’re only happy as long as we have you,” Bucky reassured her, opening the backseat door so Papa could slip in with her on his lap.

“And you still love me?” Her pout, teary puppy eyes and words were just killing both men inside.

“Of course we love you, doll! We will always love you. We can never afford to lose you,” Bucky told her, his eyes searching hers to offer them comfort.

“Baby, we love you so much it’s uncountable, remember?” Sam ran his thumb over the knuckles of her stuffie-holding hands.

She nodded, her eyes teary but her smile comforted and reassured. “I love you too, Papa,” she mumbled, grabbing onto Sam’s thumb, her eyelids barely staying open.

“I’m sorry I left,” she sniffled.

“It’s alright, baby. We’re all together now and we're going home.” Sam kissed her forehead once more, wanting her to forget all about it and know everything was okay again.

“Told you we’d find her,” Sam said, drawing Bucky inside the car by the cheek and brushing his lips against his.

“You did.” Bucky nodded, pressing his forehead to Sam’s and kissing him again.

Bucky pulled back and smiled adoringly at her sleepy eyes fighting to stay open as she leaned onto Sam's chest before getting in the driver’s seat to take them home. Sam was caressing her hair and before she knew it her eyes were fluttering closed.

All the crying all day had drained her and her body could finally give up and relax now that she was in Papa’s hold; she was out like a light.

“You’re so important to me and daddy, sugar. Never ever forget that,” Sam whispered against her forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her skin.

She might've had no idea how adored and cherished she actually was, but that was okay. Sam and Bucky had a lifetime ahead of them where they could show her again and again that they loved and needed her just as much as she did them.

~

“Dada! Papa! Wake up! We have a swing!”

She’d fallen asleep pretty early in the car last night and neither Sam nor Bucky had the heart to wake her up when they got home. So they took her shoes and socks off and tucked her in in their bed.

Now they had to deal with her waking up way too early. She’d gone to the bathroom on her own like a good girl before her stomach hungrily grumbled. And when she got to the kitchen for a cup of water and maybe the plate of fruit in the fridge, her eyes fell on the swing showing outside the small window on the kitchen door.

Bucky rolled over and opened his eyes first, her jumping on her knees on the bed beside him pulling him out of his dreams. Sam, however, didn’t move a muscle. The man slept so soundly that sometimes Bucky was jealous. How heavy of a sleeper could a person be?

“Yes, we do, baby.” Bucky chuckled. “Me and papa built it just for you.” He smiled sleepily at her excited face before annoyingly poking Sam’s back, “Sam, wake up.”

“Tank you, dada.” She settled back on her ankles though still buzzing with joy.

“You like it, sugar?” Bucky opened his arms wide for her.

“Yes, I love it.” She nodded happily before perching herself on his hard chest, cutely kissing his jaw, “and I love you, dada.”

“Sam.” He affectionately punched his sleeping husband’s shoulder, smirking when he heard him groan, “she likes the swing.”

[sambuckylibrary]

PROTECTIVE SAM // SAM COMFORTS BUCKY + 1

sam does the protective boyfriend thing by abhorsenbranwen

T | >1k | nwa | post tfatws

Bucky's been very talkative to a reporter he's befriended and Sam gets a little protective. 

mod note: part of a much larger series called Questionable Communication Skills

Agency by howler32557038

E | 4.3k | nwa | post civil war

Steve leaves Sam to keep an eye on Bucky while the team is on the run, with strict instructions not to leave the motel. Bucky can make his own decisions for the first time in years, and he's not going to waste it. Sam is always ready to help out a fellow soldier.

piece my heart back together again by last_honey

NR | 10.6k | gdv | post endgame

“I’ve seen you healthy, Bucky, and this isn’t that.” He waves his hand at the bare kitchen, the pathetic living room. “This—this isn’t that.” So maybe Sam has a point. Whatever. Doesn’t mean Bucky’s gonna fucking admit it.

—

In which Sam invites himself into Bucky’s life, and Bucky lets him stay.

Recovery by spideybegins

M | 4.2k | nwa | post tfatws

“On a scale of one to ten, how weird would it be if I washed your hair?” He kept his tone light. The less serious he was, the easier it would be for Bucky to say yes.

“You... want to wash my hair?” Bucky questioned. “It’s that bad, huh?”

Even though yes, it was that bad, Sam instantly waved him off. He wasn’t trying to make him feel bad about it. “No, not at all. Sarah packed me some of her hair products, and I just thought you’d appreciate them more than I would.”

—

Or the one where Bucky has been too tired to take care of himself, so Sam helps him.

mod note: part 2 of a 3 part series called Changing Stages. pay attention to the tags.

that feeling I get about you deep inside by glittercake

E | 3.2k | nwa | post endgame

"Sam, sweetheart, gonna-"

"You do whatever you want baby," Sam tells him, licks at his earlobe, "but I'm gonna keep going 'till I'm done."

Bucky makes half an attempt at an incredulous laugh despite his legs going weak, "I'm so in love with you, I swear."

"I know," Sam whispers, angles his hips down, then up sharp and hits home. Bucky sees fucking galaxies, drifts off into another realm.

mod note: i have been patiently WAITING for an opportunity to rec this fic. if you’re looking for an absolutely scolding hot sambucky wherein sam is the slightly more domineering partner and bucky gets taken care of, then look no further. 

Got a feeling that I’m going under by cyclogenesis (addictedkitten) 

E | 9.3k | nwa | post: endgame

In which Sam discovers that even super soldiers need a hand with healing sometimes, and it turns out there’s a slippery slope between helping out a partner and falling completely in love with said partner.

mod note: stomach clenching feels.

just a touch by ohjustpeachy

G | 1.1k | nwa | post: tfatws

“Well, you need to sleep, then,” Sam says.

“Easier said than done, Sammy,” Bucky says.

“We talked about the Sammy thing,” Sam points out.

“You talked about it. I’m pretty sure you like it, though. Besides, arguing will make my head hurt worse,” Bucky adds.

Sam laughs again, just as warm and soft as before, and Bucky wishes he could bottle the sound up and carry it with him, let it loose whenever he’s feeling like this again: hot and headachy and alone.

Or, Bucky gets a migraine and Sam helps.

mod note: added 1/18/22.

It’s Always You by 42hrb

E | 15.1k | nwa | post winter soldier

Bucky disappeared after he pulled Steve from the water and Sam spent the next few years following leads around the world looking for him. As far as Steve knows, Sam never finds him, but that isn't exactly true.

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) by coffeeinallcaps

E | 4.4k | nwa | post tfatws

“Jamie asked me out on a date,” Sam says. Bucky swallows. “Took him long enough,” he says, keeping his tone light. He bumps their shoulders together for good measure. “You should go for it.” “You really think so?” Sam asks, looking at him. “Yeah, man,” Bucky says. He fixes his gaze on Torres, high up in the sky, sunlight glinting off his wings. It hurts Bucky’s eyes. He blinks, rapidly. “You should be with somebody who can make you happy.” (In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.)

Back to you by glittercake

G  | 2.4k | nwa | AU

"I, uh, know you," Sam says, "In the future." Bucky looks at him intrigued. "In another life, no one saved you from that fall."

Bucky laughs like he's not shocked at all, "I always knew I wouldn't make it home from this war."

OR

Sam goes on a rescue mission... in 1944

No Ordinary Love by TheFlashFic

T | 11.6k | nwa | post tfatws

Bucky’s been magically cursed to be allergic to Sam Wilson.  

For fuck’s actual sake.  

a bird in hand (is much better than any number free to wander) by raquetgirl

E  | 5.7k | nwa | post tfatws

Bucky decides it’s time.

The Truths Beneath Our Ribs by ElisabethMonroe +1

E | 6.7k | nwa | post the winter soldier

5 times Bucky wears Sam's things +1 time Sam wears something of Bucky's

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Sam-O'-Lantern

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aWYJyBZ by Writer_Lethogica Bucky accidentally carves Sam's visage into his pumpkin. It's a whole thing. EXCERPT: “Maybe we should make one of Steve. Send it to him on the moon and show him how old he is now,” mused Sam. “We?” asked Bucky as he raised an eyebrow. Sam rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky prayed Sam couldn’t hear Bucky’s heartbeat. Sam glanced up, those tourmaline eyes dancing in the afternoon light. “Yes, we. I’m obviously your muse. You wouldn’t have the idea without me,” proclaimed Sam, grinning wider. “I mean, he is really old. We should probably remind him about that,” said Bucky, unable to stop his own smile. “Aren’t you older than him? Technically?” asked Sam, chuckling. “Shhh. We’re not talking about that,” whispered Bucky. Words: 1595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023 Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, Pumpkins, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Kiss, POV Bucky Barnes, Jack-o'-lanterns, Pumpkin carving, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dorks in Love, Mutual Pining read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aWYJyBZ

[moreofem]

“Louisiana dream”

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

warnings: fluff, bucky in that black shirt, Sarah being gorg, tiny allusion to s3xual content.

words: ≈ 1k (little drabble ;) )

A/N: i just had to ok? I’ve been thinking about them for DAYS. Next thing I’ll be writing is Sambucky tho, in love w/ both ships!! I don’t discriminate lol + excuse typos

Bucky didn’t even know how he found himself in this position. One moment, he was playing with Cass and AJ, helping around, conversing with people who came for Cass’s birthday; and suddenly, he was pressing Sarah against a tree further away from the party. They were silent as Bucky cupped her face with his right hand, still too hesitant to use the metal one. Even if his thoughts were scrambled by Sarah’s heavenly scent, he still wanted to remember how they came to be hiding behind a tree like fucking teenagers. Was it because of the orange flowy dress she was wearing, that hugged her waist and torso nicely, showing off her collarbones and beautiful complexion, or the intricate way she put her braids up? He honestly thought it was a whole. He’d been dancing around her for months, since he came to Delacroix to help Sam out.

Seeing her made something bubble up in him, and he couldn’t help but let his 40’s persona come back, and seeing her shy away made his heart feel like it was about to burst. Shit, it did feel good to flirt again, especially when the girl in front didn’t look mortified, or disgusted by him. In fact, through the looks she gave him, she was maybe reciprocating. And Bucky loved it. Probably even more than Sam’s constant irritation and dirty looks he was giving whenever the super soldier was around his sister. He chuckled internally at that, as he pressed his thumb against Sarah’s lower lip. She shuddered and smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, and her glossy lips slightly parted.

“You sure you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully, before she grabbed Bucky’s face between her palms gently. His heart thumped loudly, and he thanked whatever god that she didn’t have super soldier hearing.

“Nope’, she responded, popping the p , ‘matter of fact, if you don’t get to work, I’mma have to do it myself…”

He smiled, again. Damn he was smiling a lot these days, and frankly, it didn’t bother him as much as he would think. He really could get used to this, the cool air of New Orleans, the giggling and screaming of the boys, the smell of delicious food… Did it feel like this was too good to be true? Absolutely, but Bucky reminded himself over and over again that it was in fact real, and he was actually pressing his lips against Sarah’s.

She let out a hum, and caressed Bucky’s cheekbones making him shiver underneath her delicate touch. Her lips were delicate too: plump, soft, slick… They felt amazing. He felt bad for a second, because of his slightly chapped ones, but Sarah didn’t seem to care, so he continued, slowly catching her bottom lip with his teeth. She gasped into his mouth, and before he could even swivel their tongues together, she broke the kiss, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Lord, you’re a good fuckin’ kisser… Damn!”

Their eyes met, and Sarah chuckled when a cute blush rose up Bucky’s face, spreading his color from his collarbones to his ears.

“Is it hot in here? Or I- Mhm!”

He instantly melted into another lipped embrace, that was hotter this time. Sarah’s fingers traced his abs through the thin black t-shirt he was wearing, her painted nails scratching delightfully. Bucky didn’t mean to get hard. He really didn’t. He was just thinking of a romantic kiss at first, but now… Yeah, his mind was elsewhere. His growl made Sarah press up even more against him, and they both relished in the feeling of their chests pressed together. When they parted, the super soldier felt like taking huge gulps of air, but he fought that feeling by diving in and nuzzling his nose in Sarah’s neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. She swore and gripped his biceps, huffing out a laugh when Bucky flexed underneath her touch. She gripped again, and he made his muscles twitch. He could almost picture her blissed out grin.

“Yeah? You like the guns?”

“Oh- fuck…’, he kissed and nipped her neck, the traces of saliva making her glow even more; ‘don’t get all cocky on me Barnes…”

He hummed against her clavicle and sunk his teeth, not enough to hurt but enough to let a spike of arousal course through the woman’s veins. Her breath hitched, and Bucky’s nostrils flared, picking up the faint but new scent of what was forming between her legs. He took advantage of her excitement to pivot one of his thighs and place them in between her legs, bunching up the light fabric of her dress, as his hands creeped higher, but always stayed beneath her breasts.

“Shit Bucky, keep goin’...”

“Never intended to stop, doll…”

Oh how her heart stuttered at the pet name, much to Bucky’s amusement. Sarah was about to succumb to the devilish vines of lust that circled her whole mind and body, and grind her hips down on Bucky’s thick muscle when she heard leaves crunching.

“Mama?”

Bucky separated himself from Sarah in a second, groaning internally and trying hard to conceal his hard on. He turned around the tree, hiding himself from AJ, who had just arrived.

“Yeah?”

It was crazy how Sarah cooled down so fast. On the outside, no one could’ve guessed what had just transpired seconds ago. He left her talk with her son, and returned to the house, where he spotted Sam adding the final touches to the cake. He grabbed a spoon before trying to dip it in the frosting bowl.

“Hey hey hey! No eating!... Whatchu smilin’ for huh?”

Bucky hadn’t even realized he was grinning, and his face fell down a bit, going back to it’s natural solemn form.

“Nothing.”

Sam was still sceptical, and put down the piping bag, crossing his arms.

“Um, that doesn’t seem like nothing to me; c’mon, spill it man…”

“Nah… cause it would just make you mad…”

Bucky made the most obnoxious smirk, waiting for his friend to catch up. It didn’t take long before Sam’s eyebrows shot up and he gave him a deadly stare:

“No. You’re lying.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You did! You made that- that face! Boy you better get outta my sight. Leave Sarah alone!”

Bucky chuckled and stepped out of the house, letting Sam mumble under his breath.

He sat on the porch stairs, breathing in the hot, Louisiana air. He felt at peace, he felt happy, and more importantly, he felt loved.

•

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[bottoms-movie]

SAMBUCKY FIC RECS PT. 2

The first part did really really so I decided to make a second part of sambucky fic recs. Just as the last one: the fics are split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. CHECK OUT PART ONE HERE All fics are completed and all are on AO3. 

BASED ON TFATWS

The Truths Beneath Our Ribs | Mature | 6,742 words

5 times Bucky wears Sam's things +1 time Sam wears something of Bucky's

anything you can do, i’ll do you better | Explicit | 5,526 words

Steve is going to kill them if they don't learn to get along, but did they have to take it so far?

making amends | Explicit | 8,645 words

“Not Cap yet,” Sam said. He looked a little ruefully at his hands, which were covered in nicks and cuts. He could already feel his palms bruising from that last shield catch, but at least nothing was broken this time.

“I respect that,” Bucky said slowly. Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond. Bucky flexed and unflexed the vibranium fingers of his left hand, a nervous habit that Sam had clocked ages ago. “And you’re right.”

“Thanks, I know.” Sam waited a beat. “About what?”

Muscle Memory | 3 parts | Explicit | 13,156 words part 1: Muscle Memory | Teen | 1,766 words

Barnes sighs, and it’s a deep, soul-weary thing. “Maybe no one ever told you this, but I’m telling you right now. You don’t have any obligation to care about me because Steve did. You don’t have to pretend.”

Sam blinks, taken aback. He has to think, really think, about what he says next, because it’s - it’s either going to build or break something.

You’re My World | Explicit | 6,585 words

“I… oh, I get it now.” Sam tilted his head, perceptive as ever, goddammit. “All this flirting with my sister, that was just to get my attention, wasn’t it? I know it was. Say it.”

“That wasn’t—” Bucky croaked, but Sam wasn’t having it.

He huffed a low laugh, and bulldozed right through Bucky’s feeble pretense. “You like it when I pin you against the wall? Take away all that power you have, that strength that your arm gives you? Make you feel small, maybe?”

Call Me By Your (Pet) Name | Teen | 6,928 words

“You got a list of the nicknames available to us lesser mortals?” Sam continued, staring straight ahead at the seat in front of him. “The ‘you’re not Steve Rogers, so don’t even think about it’ collection?”

“Yeah, sure, there’s a list,” Bucky replied, pausing long enough to draw a pointed look from Sam. “Bucky,” he finished, gesturing broadly with his arm to convey the obviousness of the answer.

5 times Sam and Bucky used pet names as a joke + 1 time they used them in earnest

That’s not very gunkle of you | 2 parts | 4,325 words part 1: Bestie Vibes Only | Teen | 1,822 words

“What’s buzzin’ cousin?” Says Bucky, sitting down next to Sam on the docks.

That’s the moment that Sam realizes he needs to change tactics, no more subtly looking up definitions for his weird old person slang, it’s time to fight fire with fire.

“Not much bro, this view is highkey just hitting different TBH” he says, casually looking out at the water.

There’s a beat of silence and then,

“That’s swell doll, I just ate some four-o cackle jelly with side arms, and I’m looking for some kicks, you dig?

Oh, this means war.

misunderstandings | Not Rated | 3,167 words

Sam thinks Sarah and Bucky had a date, and he's Not Okay

you walked into my life to offer me a better view | Teen | 2,534 words

He was standing twenty feet away at the edge of the docks, chatting with Sarah, and Sam couldn't take his eyes away. Bucky's smile was warm, wide, and when he tipped his head back and laughed, his nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling at the corners, Sam could feel it vibrate straight to his heart.

falling, falling, flying | Teen | 2,778 words

Bucky had kissed him.

And Sam had pulled away, because that beautiful golden sunset made Bucky’s hair gleam with the faintest touch of blond, that rare summer breeze hissed like a dying missile past Sam’s ears, the kiss was so familiar, too familiar, and Sam was falling, falling—

(“Let yourself be happy, Sam. Please.”)

lonely boy, you are my world (and i could be anything you need) | Teen | 5,747 words

It all starts with Sam, a shelter, and this sweet kitten that reminded him far too much of a certain century-old, grouchy super soldier.

too dangerous to fall | Explicit | 3,466 words

Bucky Barnes is a one-armed menace. He has murder eyes and no care for basic safety protocols. His jokes are terrible and his bad moods are worse. He’s a godawful roommate who leaves his wet towels on the floor and his combat knives in the linen cabinet. Sam can’t stand the sight of him.

What happens in Louisiana | General | 3,478 words

But just then, in the engine room of the Wilson family boat, away from prying eyes, it felt like something they both needed. The closeness. The warmth.

Steve would laugh at them. Two grown men not being able to get it together. He would roll his eyes at Buck, nudge him with his elbow and tell him “you’re sweet on Sam Wilson so make a move already, punk.”

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) | Explicit | 4,412 words

“Jamie asked me out on a date,” Sam says. Bucky swallows. “Took him long enough,” he says, keeping his tone light. He bumps their shoulders together for good measure. “You should go for it.” “You really think so?” Sam asks, looking at him. “Yeah, man,” Bucky says. He fixes his gaze on Torres, high up in the sky, sunlight glinting off his wings. It hurts Bucky’s eyes. He blinks, rapidly. “You should be with somebody who can make you happy.”

(In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.)

Hey Samuel | Teen | 3,223 words

"Bucky."

"Yeah?" He looked up eyes wide. Did he say something out loud?

"We're walking the wrong way."

"Oh." Right. Um. "Let's get ice cream."

"I don't know about you, man, but if I eat ice cream in this weather I will get sick."

Bucky was at a loss for words. What now?

OR Ride along Bucky's journey of figuring out when exactly did he fall for Sam Wilson.

Anyday, everyday | General | 6,735 words

He moved his head and locked eyes with Sam. "D'you- can you.. help me cut my hair?" He asked. He forced himself to look away, feeling embarrassed for asking him to come all this way just to give him a haircut.

His stomach dropped when he felt Sam let go of his hand to stand up. Of course he was about to leave. Who wouldn't want to leave Bucky?

"C'mon, Buck. Let me cut your hair." Bucky's eyes snapped up to Sam's. He had a small smile on his face and his hand was reaching out, waiting for Bucky to take it.

Or; the five times Bucky fell more and more in love with Sam, and the one time he finally got the guts to tell him.

If You’ll Have Me | Teen | 4,779 words

Sam casually shrugged, although there was an intent look in his eyes, "Yeah, well it's getting late and I didn't feel like flying anymore so I was wondering if your old man self is okay with-"

"You can stay here." Bucky quickly finished for him.

I like Bucky, Sam I am | Not Rated | 2,653 words

"I would kiss you on the boat. Or in Wakanda by your goats."

Static in the Dark | Teen | 4,989 words

So prompt idea, some bad guy follows Bucky to the docks for revenge (over whatever you can decide) and Sarah gets to see how protective Bucky really is over Sam when he gets in the line of fire

CANON DIVERGENCE

A Different Kind of Problem | Explicit | 7,616 words

“Do you know what it feels like to be insatiable?”

Two months ago, an interrogation gone wrong left Sam with Bucky’s explicit words seared into his brain and body.

Now, Bucky is living in the Avengers Compound, making pancakes and wearing Steve’s huge sweatshirts, fluffy haired and a little shy, seemingly completely content to be on house arrest — and Sam has never been more confused. Whatever Steve thinks, Sam doesn’t have a problem with Bucky. This domesticity is just so at odds with the feral sexuality Bucky had used to rattle Sam during his interrogation. Where did that side of Bucky go? And why can’t Sam stop thinking about finding it? Maybe Sam does have a problem with Bucky… it’s just not the problem Steve thinks it is.

Bucky’s Choice | Not Rated | 4,753 words

When Bucky enters Westview to try to help Wanda Maximoff, he is confronted with something he never expected- Steve Rogers, back from the dead and ready to start a life with Bucky in Westview. It's everything that Bucky ever wanted, everything that Steve abandoned when he went back in time to live his life with Peggy Carter. But Bucky and Sam have been involved for months, and Sam is waiting for Bucky outside of the Hex. Bucky has to make a choice- the life he always wanted with Steve, or a new start with Sam?

tonight i’ll need you to stay | General | 2,227 words

For once, Bucky wants to stop leaving when things are finally looking up. And he wants people to stay with him, too.

(or, 3 times bucky needed an excuse to stay with sam, and the one time he didn't)

How to Win a Supersoldier in Ten Days | Explicit | 14,901 words

When they realize that all the Winter Soldier's interactions with Sam are just him trying to Awkward MurderBot Flirt (TM) with the sexy man, Steve, Tony, and Nat convince Sam to play the honeypot and bring Bucky in.

Sam's pretty sure the honeypot isn't supposed to fall in love with the target, but what can you do?

at the end of the war (what’s mine is yours) | Mature | 4,290 words

They don't talk about it: that's how it works.

warm blood (feels good, i can’t control it anymore) | Explicit | 4,492 words

Sam's just chilling watching TV one evening when Bucky comes in and stares at him silently for a minute or two before sitting down on the couch. He's pretty close to Sam.

Okay, he's really close to Sam. Like, Sam would be using the word 'cuddling' if it wasn't so bizarre.

"What," he says, carefully not looking at Bucky, and Bucky huffs a sigh.

"Steve's not here," he says as if it's obvious. "Don't make it weird. Just- shut up."

Caught With Their Pants Down | Explicit | 3,539 words

“Sam, this guy is not coming, the intel was false,” Bucky replied. “I get this whole ticking boxes and what not, but Rogers got it wrong, and for the love of God I need a fucking toilet.”

“You need to learn to plan your water intake better, is what you need. You’re a damn fool and I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me,” Bucky replied, and Sam could hear the smile in his voice.

“In your damn dreams, Barnes.”

They’d been fucking for about six months, but Sam didn’t want Bucky to go getting a big head about it.

AU

sharp teeth, soft heart | 3 parts | 17,866 words part 1: you touch me within and so i (know i could be human once again) | Explicit | 12,444 words 

It’s inevitable, the way it goes. He’s my friend, Steve says, and he is, he is, he must be. Sam’s best friend is Steve, and Steve’s best friend is a werewolf, that’s just how Sam’s life works now.

But once he realizes he’s attracted to Bucky and Bucky can tell, everything becomes, like, a thousand percent more difficult to negotiate. Sam’s just trying to live his life, that’s all, and he keeps getting confronted by Bucky Barnes in a soft flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair all soft and shiny. Bucky glances over at him and smirks, and this is really very embarrassing, how Sam can’t hide his attraction even if he keeps a totally straight face.

I’m so into you I can barely breathe | Explicit | 6,515 words

Sam Wilson had a long day dealing with morons, so he decided to finally go to the famous club in town. There he meets someone who just might get him back in a good mood. And then some.

twelve ounce steak (boxers in briefs) | Explicit | 3,753 words

Sam has pretty lips. Bucky seems to think so, too.

caught it bad (i’ll be on the way) | Mature | 4,830 words

Sam constantly gets roped into doing dumb things with Steve, but this time, it works out perfectly for him.

meet me in the a.m. | Teen | 3,147 words

Steve accidently starts a fire and Bucky's tired. When unbelievably hot firefighter Sam saves the day, though, he can't really be that mad.

i wanna savour, save it for later | Not Rated | 6,419 words

"It's his damn ratings, man," Sam says. "It's weird 'cause when you read the reviews, he seems to like our food and all. Nothing but praise for days. And then you get to the rating, and it's always the same. Three goddamn stars."

Bucky tips his beer bottle from side to side, lips pursing slightly. "I see. And that's… a bad thing?"

"We are not a three-star joint," Sam says flatly.

Or, the one where food truck owner Sam gets caught up in his quest to unmask an anonymous food blogger. Falling for one of his regulars was never on the menu.

we were a fire with no smoke | Explicit | 15,295 words

Sam can’t help but roll his eyes. Take the boys out of New York but they’re still Brooklyn Catholics, that’s clear enough. Bucky catches the gesture, smirks hard enough Sam can see his eye teeth. It should be dangerous but he’s beautiful, pale and charming and recklessly easy.

“You wanna come in?” Sam asks, ignoring the noise Steve makes, and Bucky’s smile gets wider.

“Yeah,” he says. Steps up close to Sam. “I do.”

my house of stone, your ivy grows | Teen | 9,042 words

When Sam Wilson inherits the manor of the old man he once took care of, it feels like his luck is finally looking up. It's an opportunity for a fresh start, something he's in desperate need of. When he arrives, however, it becomes clear that an easy transition into estate living is not exactly a possibility. The house is run-down, nothing like Sam remembers it, and the groundskeeper — who Sam apparently has to share the house with, wants nothing to do with him.

You Smiled Because You Knew | Teen | 3,754 words

"You've got the wrong address," the man who'd answered growled. He had long, scraggly hair that had mostly escaped his attempts to pull it away from his face. He had nice eyes, and wouldn't have been unattractive, especially with a shave, except for the scowl. "Nobody here wants or needs your . . . services."

It was apparent by the tone the man did not appreciate Sam's hard work.

Well, that was tough shit.