#figaro and alpine are curled up next to them

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Just Sam and Bucky, watching a comfort show after a rough day.

[omg-just-peachy]

It would cool to see a little fic or something about Sam and Bucky being cat dads, or just anything related to the fact that they both have cats.

ahhh this is so cute?? i'm going to use this for the "laundry basket" square on my @marvelpetbingo card, too! 🐈 🐈‍⬛

creator: omg-just-peachy | square filled: G4/ laundry basket | rating: G | warnings: none | main character/main ship: sambucky

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Bucky unlocks the door, drops his keys in the basket by the door, and is pouring himself a glass of water when it hits him.

Alpine hadn't come to greet him when he walked in.

He can't remember the last time he'd come home and hadn't seen the small white cat making a beeline for him, purring loudly and curling herself around his ankles, begging for attention.

"Alpine?" Bucky calls. He would not be resorting to pspspsp unless absolutely necessary.

He pokes his head into the bedroom, half expecting her to be curled up on his pillow, but the bed and all the pillows are empty. He checks the living room next, double checking to be sure he hadn't walked right by Alpine's sleeping form on the couch, but he strikes out again — no cat.

"Hey, Sam? Babe?" Bucky yells, changing tactics.

"Laundry room!" Sam calls back, and Bucky jogs down the steps, following Sam's voice to the laundry room. Realistically, he knows it's not like Alpine's missing or anything, it's just that he's gotten spoiled by her constant attention; she's as attuned to his movements as he is to hers at this point.

"Hey, have you seen—" Bucky starts, but before he can even finish his question, Sam points to the laundry basket at his feet, where Alpine and Sam's own cat, Figaro, are curled up, the best of friends, amid their their clean clothes.

"Can't get 'em out," Sam says. "Hi," he adds, pulling Bucky in for a kiss. "They followed me down here," he explains. "Made themselves right at home in there, the little gremlins."

"Aw, they're not gremlins," Bucky says, already pulling out his phone and taking a picture of the two of them. "Remember when we thought they'd hate each other?" He smiles down at his phone, posting the picture to Instagram. Sam would laugh at him when he saw it later — the vast majority of his account is dedicated to various pictures of Sam and the cats these days, but he doesn't care.

"Yeah," Sam laughs. "Now they run the house and we just live here," he shakes his head in mock defeat. "Those were clean clothes, you know," he says to cats.

"Brother and sister in arms," Bucky smiles.

"Evil step-siblings."

"Perfect, beautiful creatures who have never done a thing wrong in their lives."

"Is that the caption on your latest post?" Sam teases.

Bucky scowls, affronted that Sam already knew he'd posted the picture, then just shakes his head. "No, but that would've been a good one. Next time," he says.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam says. "You wanna carry your basket of beautiful creatures upstairs for me?"

Bucky rolls his eyes but picks up the basket nonetheless, Sam trailing behind him, talking about lint rollers and dinner plans while the cats slumber on.

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Kiss the cook

Words: 1121

Warnings: Fluff, mention of blood (nothing graphic), stitches 

Summary: Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand.  Sam normally texted him after each mission was over, and right now it was 1:45 am and Bucky hadn’t heard from him. He was panicked, to say the least. He chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the black of his phone screen. Maybe his phone was dead, or broken. That was rational thinking, but Bucky was well past that. All he could think was that Sam might not be ok, and that was enough to make him shake

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Sam stumbled onto the jet, clutching his side, where blood was promptly oozing out. He lied down on the bench while Torres rushed over holding a first aid kit. “Sam, what the hell happened?” Torres questioned, examining the wound. “Knives happened, Joaquin.” Sam answered shakily. “This isn’t too deep, I can probably stitch it up.” Torres told him, and Sam sighed in relief. “Thanks, man.” Sam said, and shut his eyes, imagining the hell Bucky’ll give him when he gets home.

Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand.  Sam normally texted him after each mission was over, and right now it was 1:45 am and Bucky hadn’t heard from him. He was panicked, to say the least. He chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the black of his phone screen. Maybe his phone was dead, or broken. That was rational thinking, but Bucky was well past that. All he could think was that Sam might not be ok, and that was enough to make him shake. 

After a while, he decided it was useless to just sit there. He made his way to the kitchen and pulled out ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Bucky was a stress baker, that was for damn sure. He pulled out the dumbass apron Sam bought for Christmas that says kiss the cook. Unfortunately, it's the only he owns, so he is forced to wear it. Sam was all too pleased by this information. It was ridiculous. He started measuring flour, glancing anxiously at his phone every few minutes. Still nothing. Bucky shook his head and continued baking, letting all his worries wash away for a moment.

Sam closed his eyes tight as Torres stitched him up, biting his lip as the needle threaded through his skin. He let out a sigh as he heard Torres step away, and opened his eyes. “Thanks again.” Sam said, offering a small smile. Torres smiled as well, going to put away the first aid kit. “That’s what I’m here for.” Torres stated, moving into the cockpit. Sam went to lay down as he remembered. Text Bucky. Sam grabbed his phone from the bag beside him and goes to turn it on. “Dead.” Sam muttered, shaking his head. He sighs in annoyance and shuts his eyes, trying to get some semblance of sleep. 

Bucky was now covered in flour, stirring in the chocolate chips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Alpine decided now would be fun to jump up on the counter, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “No, Alpine, go play with Figaro, for god’s sake.” Bucky shooed her off the counter, and starting rolling up the dough into balls and placed them onto a baking sheet. Bucky set the timer for 10 minutes and began cleaning up, having more of a mess since his damn cat decided that she would play in the flour. “How the hell did I end up here?” Bucky muttered to himself, wiping off the counter.

Sam unlocked the front door and walked through, being greeted by the smell of fresh baked cookies. Sam grinned widely as he walked through the door. He caught sight of Bucky Barnes, eating a chocolate chip cookie, wearing the god awful apron, with flour in his hair. “Sam!” Bucky cried through a mouthful of cookie and pulled Sam into an embrace. Sam let out a slight noise of discomfort, and Bucky stepped away. “What happened?” Bucky asked, his voice more urgent, his hands still resting on Sam’s hips, and eyes fixed on the stitches on Sam’s side. “Sorry I didn’t call.” Sam said, but Bucky shook his head. “We are well past that, what happened?” Bucky insisted, eyes still on the wound. Sam shook his head, eyes fixed on Bucky. “Just some guys with knives, nothing major.” Bucky looked at him like he was insane, eyes flickering from the stitches to Sam’s face. 

“Are you alright?” was Bucky’s next question, and Sam smiled up at Bucky. “Buck, baby, I’m fine.” Sam said, and Bucky met his eyes. “You sure?” Bucky muttered, and Sam shook his head softly. “Yes, you idiot.” Sam replied snarkily. Bucky grinned at Sam, and it made Sam’s heart flutter. “So, you like the apron?” Sam asked smugly. Bucky rolled his eyes, a grin still on his lips. “I do not, but it's the only thing we have, thanks to you.” Bucky answered, that caused Sam to grin his toothy grin, and snickered. “I knew you’d wear it.” Sam said smugly, and Bucky shook his head, rolling his eyes. 

“To be fair, it does have pretty clear instructions.” Bucky stated, his grin now being replaced with a smirk. Sam nodded. “So it does.” Sam stood on his tiptoes to kiss him, but Bucky stood on his tiptoes to mess with him. “Do you want me to kiss you, or not?” Sam asked snarkily. Bucky laughed softly and went back down to his original height. “Yes, I do.” and so Sam kissed him. It was short and sweet, with the taste of cookies and coffee. They pulled away slowly, their noses brushing. They both smiled widely. “Thanks for not dying.” Bucky muttered. “Of course.” Sam said, intertwining his fingers with Bucky’s. “Want a cookie?” Bucky offered, and Sam chuckled. “You sure you didn’t eat them all?” Bucky gives Sam a pointed look, and Sam began laughing harder. “I did not.” Bucky countered, and Sam shook his head. “It sure seemed like it.” Sam retorted, and Bucky rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous. 

Bucky didn’t reply, and Sam wasn’t gonna let him get away with that. “See, your silence tells me you at least ate most of them.” Bucky sighed deeply, still smiling. “I’m too old for this nonsense.” Sam barked out a laugh, and Bucky grinned at him. He couldn’t believe he got this lucky. Bucky dragged Sam to the oven, and gestured to the remaining cookies. “See. I ate like 3.” Bucky said pointedly, and Sam chuckled. “Ok, ok, you win.” Sam said as he bit into a cookie. 

Bucky leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder, sighing in contentment. Sam smiled down at him, the flour still somehow in his hair. He planted a kiss on the top of his head. “Alpine started playing in the flour. It was a mad house.” Bucky told him, and Sam chuckled softly. “You sound surprised she would do that.” Sam said, and Bucky hummed. “You have a point.” Bucky agreed.

The two decided that they were far too awake to try to sleep, so they took to the couch, turning on whatever was vaguely interesting. Sam played with Bucky’s curls, and Bucky listened to the steady beat of Sam’s heart. It was calming, comforting.

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Just Sam and Bucky, binging the entirety of season one of the new Willow TV series in one day.

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Just Sam and Bucky, watching all the Halloween specials that Sam can think of that he loved. The both of them giggling and crying and screaming at funny and sweet and horrifying moments.

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Just Sam and Bucky. Having a cuddly evening. Putting on face masks made from the avocados they bought on the way home and yogurt and honey and lemon juice and rolled oats. Making homemade hot chocolate and pistachio thumbprints. Deciding to decompress by doing some freestyle painting while watching Glow Up and waiting for the Ding Dong of each episode.

Realizing belatedly that they made a huge mess.

Bucky volunteering to clean since Sam's day gave him a pretty intense workout. Sam thanking him and telling Bucky he'll clean next time. Sam won't. He never cleans. But Bucky enjoys cleaning, enjoys the ability to bring order to his environment out of chaos, make things nice for Sam, so he's okay with that.

Bucky walking over, handing Sam the last mug of that hot cocoa they made, the two of them drinking it together, throw blanket on both of them, Figaro and Alpine curled up next to them. Just Sam and Bucky. Having a cuddly evening.