#sambucky fanfic

[lullyannie]

Hey, you

I need your favorite sambucky fanfic. The one you can read a thousand times, the one that took a special place in your heart. Written by you or not, finished or not.

Gimme something so I can feel alive again. Please??

[th30ra3k3n]

“it was the eyes.

the secret of love was in the eyes.

the way one person looked at another,

the way eyes communicated and

spoke when lips never moved.”

(v.c. andrews)

[abarbaricyalp]

Give Me Toothaches Just From Kissing Me

"But March 10th was two weeks ago!" Time doesn't exist. Happy Birthday to Bucky Barnes

The first time Sam had gotten Bucky a birthday cake, it was a joke. It was 2016, just a few scant months before their whole operation went to hell in a handbasket, and Sam had texted Bucky without expectation of a reply. Just a picture of the view from his fancy hotel balcony in Monaco or something, with a fancy chocolate cake on the wide balcony ledge. He was in town for a military tech conference, so his morning jogging schedule had been interrupted. Eating a whole cake on his own over four days would totally be in the realm of possibility. 

An hour later, when Sam was more than half a bottle of wine down and two albums in on a 'crooners' playlist, a shadow peeled itself off of the wall and greeted him with a, "Hey, birdbrain."

Sam, perhaps, did not do any work towards proving that nickname stupid by flailing dramatically and knocking the cake with his forearm. With twin movements, they watched the cake sail to the ground seven stories below and explode into a shower of sugar and cream. Then they turned to look at each other. There were three beats of shocked silence and then they both burst into laughter together.

"That was a really good cake," Sam whined in between the laughter as he leaned into Bucky's space and Bucky wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah, I could tell. You already had half."

"I didn't figure you were gonna actually show up," Sam pointed out.

"Why wouldn't I show up? You called."

"That hasn't stopped you before," Sam pointed out. He spent a few extra seconds staring at the mangled cake on the ground before he sat back on the balcony furniture. Bucky followed him down. He kept his arm around Sam until it was unfeasible, and then he let his hand fall to Sam's, fingers tangling together. Sam allowed it because it was his birthday, even though it was vastly out of the range of usual activities for them.

"Well, this time I was promised cake," he added after a few seconds of amiable quiet.

Sam looked over at him to discern if he was serious or not. The grin pulling at his usually severe mouth said all Sam needed to know. They burst into quiet giggles again.

“Good thing I got all the sweetness I need right here,” Bucky eventually conceded. He tucked a knuckle under Sam’s jaw and leaned in to kiss him beneath the moon and the lights and everything but a cake.

. . .

The second time Sam tried to give Bucky cake, it was a year later. It felt almost impossible that the world had slowed down around them long enough to justify an impromptu visit to Wakanda to check in on Bucky.

When their jet had touched down, Bucky was waiting for them with a wide smile that Sam had never really seen before. "Now, I know I told T'Challa not to do anything for my birthday, but he went a step further and got me everything I didn't want," he joked as he and Steve collided in a fierce hug, the kind of thing that always made Sam want to look away.

Then Bucky was extricating himself from Steve's hold so he could crowd around Sam instead, ducking his face down to Sam's neck as he squeezed his waist. If it was supposed to be a hug, it was like no hug Sam had ever had. He could get used to it though. After a few heartbeats shared between them, Sam pinched Bucky's hip and stepped back.

"Hey, old man," he greeted. Bucky grinned at him, boyish and a little smitten. It was a look Sam was more familiar with. "Happy birthday."

"Is that what this is about? You stop paying attention after 90," Bucky joked. For a split second, his fingers lingered over Sam's but he didn't take his hand--Sam didn't take Bucky's either--and he turned back to Steve to amble along together as they instantly fell into a conversation like they hadn't just been apart for the better part of half a year.

By the time they got around to dinner and a small party, Sam felt silly for bringing a dozen store bought cupcakes--hidden away in his room upstairs. The dinner had been more of a feast, despite Bucky's protestations, and the dessert spread that followed was unlike anything Sam had ever seen. No expensive wedding or VA event or Stark fundraiser held a candle to the cakes and cookies and sweet bars that were available. Sam ate more Wakandan desserts than he could name American desserts and each one was better than the last. Bucky, for all his talk of not wanting anything, had at least sampled every chocolate food on the table and gone back for full servings of most of them.

By the time they managed to crawl into Bucky's room--which branched off into Steve and Sam's rooms and connected bathrooms--all of them were groaning about stomach aches and sugar comas. Bucky crawled under his blankets, becoming nothing more than a groaning lump, and Steve settled along the bench at the end of the bed, laying back on it and resting a hand over his stomach, while burping and then apologizing every few minutes.

Sam ducked into his room while the others settled and grabbed the two bags from him and Steve, as well as the plastic carton of cupcakes. It was absolutely not going back with him at this point. His stomach hurt just looking at it.

Back in Bucky's room, he passed off the bounty. Bucky set aside the gift bags, but his eyes gleamed at the sight of more sweets.

"Come on, open the gifts," Sam jostled, sitting on the bed nearest where Bucky was sprawled.

"Nah, I'll look at them later," he said as he peeled the safety seal sticker away from the cupcakes.

"Oh, come on," Steve laughed. "You're still shy?"

"I'm not shy," Bucky snapped. "I'm civilized. Not everyone has to tear into their gifts as soon as they're within reach."

Sam snorted and tried to hide it from Steve.

"I do not do that," Steve objected, but not with much conviction. Actually, he wasn't that bad, Sam had to admit. But clearly Bucky had better stories than Sam.

“What are these?” Bucky asked instead of fighting a battle he knew he’d already won. He took the cupcakes and deftly opened the package without making a cacophonous sound, which meant he knew perfectly well what they were and clearly had had his share of them.

“I know they’re not anything special after that whole show,” Sam acknowledged, waving his hand in the general direction of the kitchens. “But these are packed so full of preservatives, you’ll be able to keep ‘em until his birthday,” he joked with a gesture towards Steve.

“Way to sell ‘em, Wilson,” Bucky chuckled. He was already halfway through one of the cupcakes and he held a blue one out to Steve. It was the middle of march, so most of the predesigned things were spring flavored. This set, blues and greens swirled around, was about as festive as Sam could find. “I love the frosting on these things,” he added around a mouthful of cupcake.

Steve shot Sam a knowing, slightly gloating look. He’d been the one to insist Bucky would enjoy these, no matter what else was going on with the day. Then he shoved the entire cupcake in his mouth just like Bucky because apparently manners hadn’t been invented yet back in the ‘40s. Sam shook his head at their antics, both of them trying to one up the other until almost the whole carton was gone.

Bucky reached over to snag a smear of frosting off of Steve’s cheek and sucked his knuckle into his mouth while Steve cried foul about uneven division of frosting.

“You two are gross,” Sam laughed and made sure his own face was devoid of any frosting before their turned their attention on him.

It didn’t work. By the time Bucky had turned his playful, teasing expression on Sam, his eyes had darkened just a little and one eyebrow rose in a challenge.

“No,” Sam warned, holding up the half of a cupcake still in his hand. “Whatever it is, no.”

But Bucky didn’t listen. He reached out to and shoved the cupcake against Sam’s cheek, frosting first, then pinned him back against the headboard with a broad hand across Sam’s shoulder and collarbone. Sam swallowed thickly, couldn’t help the way he went lax beneath Bucky’s weight as the other man settled across his thighs and leaned forward to lick a stipe of the icing off of Sam’s cheek.

“Stevie, you might wanna think about gettin’ to your own room,” Bucky warned without taking his dark, hungry stare off of Sam.

“Ah, come on. You two are gross,” Steve complained, but he did hustle out of the room pretty quickly. Took a cupcake for the road.

Sam tried to put some structure back in his bones, tried to posture up under Bucky’s hold. He reached up for the frosting, wiped most of it off of himself, and then smeared it across Bucky’s cheek, down to his mouth.

That mouth split into a grin before it was against Sam’s, lips parted, tongue hungry as he licked over Sam’s lips, chasing after the frosting he was depositing.

Sam had to admit: this may be better than the desserts downstairs.

. . .

The next time he actually got to sit still for Bucky’s birthday, it was a few lifetimes later. He had every intention of sleeping in just a little bit, skipping his run to get up before everyone else and make a cake, wake up the house to the smell of chocolate and buttercream, the way his mama used to always.

Instead, he slept in a lot a bit and woke up to the sound of nothing short of chaos in the kitchen. Sarah was out already, he surmised when he finally dragged himself upright and grabbed his phone from where it had fallen the night before to check the time. He and Bucky had gotten in late the night before, stuck in New York doing paperwork after some giant worm appeared out of a sinkhole in New Jersey. He had no idea how Bucky had the energy to get up, much less start making noise in the kitchen.

Groggily, maybe a little grumpily, he pulled on a hoodie and a pair of shorts that wouldn’t aggravate all of the scrapes he was covered in and went out to see what was happening.

Bucky did make it a point to clean up the kitchen any time he was near it. Especially after himself, but even when Sarah cooked. He insisted that she did the cooking, so he should do the cleaning. And somehow this reflected badly on Sam, as far as Sarah was concerned, which seemed unfair. Sam cleaned plenty.

The cleaning never seemed to justify the mess beforehand.

“What in the world is going on here?” Sam asked, leaning on the wide doorjamb that led into the kitchen.

Cass whirled around first, clutching a too large mixing bowl to his chest. “Nothing!” he exclaimed.

AJ, less practiced in the ways of subterfuge, said, “We’re making cupcakes! For Bucky,” he clarified

Bucky, who was remarkably clean for the amount of flour and egg otherwise splashed across the kitchen, grinned at Sam. “I didn’t ask, by the way. They brought it up. I dunno how you and Sarah say no to these little faces.”

AJ preened and gave another spin with the spatula, sent more frosting over the edge of his too-small bowl.

“You guys are working at a disadvantage, trynna listen to Bucky,” Sam said, coming into the kitchen. “I know you know how to use paper towels. Why does the kitchen look like this?”

Cass let out a little noise of guilt, but Bucky saved him from having to answer by producing a roll of paper towel from behind himself. “It’s probably supposed to be my job, but I’m a better taste tester.”

“Uncle Sam, is it true he can’t get salmonella ‘cause of the super soldier serum?” Cass asked.

“Can I have some?” AJ added.

Sam shot Bucky an unimpressed look, but he was nothing but cheeky smiles and not a shred of embarrassment. “I guess we’re gonna find out if it’s true or not,” he said. He snagged the paper towels from Bucky to begin wiping up at least the bits of cracked egg that lined every countertop. “Lucky it’s me in here and not your mama.”

Cass made the same kind of noise again as he searched for a place to put down his mixing bowl. It must be an oldest sibling gene, because Sam remembered Gideon making the exact same kind of sounds. Usually when Sam was about to do something like jump off the stair bannister.

“Mom’s out at the restaurant,” AJ said, unbothered. He was usually unbothered.

“Come here,” Sam said, gesturing more for AJ to make space than for him to actually move closer. “Bucky let you pick the wrong bowl, so you’ve gotta be careful,” he said, holding AJ’s hand as he held onto the spatula. “Go slow, like this.”

He looked up as AJ failed to do that, more frosting going flying, and caught Bucky’s eye. Bucky grinned again, soft and lovely in the mid-morning light coming through the kitchen window.

“A guy could get used to this view,” he said with a warm honey tone.

“A guy will not,” Sam said. “Get to actually cleaning.”

Bucky gave him the laziest of salutes and took the paper towels back.

By the time Sarah came home, with balloons and, hilariously, an ice cream cake, the kitchen was clean and they’d managed to make the best cupcakes Sam had ever had.

. . .

It took finding their own place, saving the world a few hundred times, a lot of missed events, and one perfect spring day for Sam to finally have a cake on the table on Bucky’s birthday. Handmade, from the same recipe he always got for his birthdays as a kid.

“Happy birthday, old man,” he said, kissing Bucky’s temple.

Bucky caught Sam’s hand against his shoulder, tugged him down to sprawl across Bucky’s lap. “Is that what all this is about?” Bucky teased, like he did almost every time Sam tried to do anything for his birthday, no matter how delayed the celebration was.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam laughed. He dragged the cake closer and lit the handful of candles–he was not putting a hundred candles on a cake–before sitting back a little. “Make a wish before you keel over.”

Bucky laughed, bright and loud, and his arms tightened around Sam. “I haven’t had to wish for anything for a long time, Sammy.” And he kissed Sam without even trying to blow out the candles.

[soliloquent-stark]

🍀 maybe love was always near by soliloquent

4,6k words // pairing: bucky barnes & sam wilson

—⎊—

“Bucky doesn’t think anything of it until the day Torres decides to open his mouth and make things awkward.

They’re friends, and co-workers, and now roommates. It’s not weird.”

or: Five times Sam and Bucky’s friends wrongly assume they’re dating and one time they get it right.

[holodeck-enthusiast]

[questinwitchface]

SamBucky AU Fic Recs

So @archivistirl and I were chatting in the comment section of one of my fics about AU fics, and I offered to rec some of my favorite SamBucky AU fics I've read. I thought I'd share that list here just in case anyone else is interested in some recs!

Here they are, in no particular order:

Big Black Boots, Long Brown Hair by @funsized-loser - T, 3k, No Powers AU

Tell It to the Bees (and the birds) by ElisabethMonroe - T, 19k, Neighbors AU

Not Like I'm Counting the Days by @yammz - E, 14k, Modern AU: Captain America Sam Wilson/no powers paramedic Bucky Barnes

The First Gentleman by @glittercake - M, 56k, Presidency AU: first gentleman Sam Wilson/bodyguard Bucky Barnes

Out of Your League by @cobrafantasies - G, 2k, No Powers AU, Baseball AU

Somewhere in the Crowd There's You by pouringinsheets - E, 26k, Hockey AU: hockey captain Sam Wilson/assistant coach Bucky Barnes

Sky Crypt by Six2VII - Future AU, Space AU, Police AU

If We Are Celestial Bodies series by @thatmexisaurusrex - E, 88k, Fantasy AU, Medieval AU, Arranged Marriage AU

Can't Stand Him by @thatmexisaurusrex - T, 11k, No Powers AU, Modern AU

Destination Wedding by SunsetMaiden - M, 29k, Destination Wedding (movie) AU

Please feel free to reblog and add your own SamBucky AU fic recs!

[cobrafantasies]

"Hey Buck, you see this quiz?"

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

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

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

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

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

"So, good boy?" Sam teases immediately.

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

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

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

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

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

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

"Why, you curious?" Sam grins.

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

"I'm not..."

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

"No, I never said— never mind."

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

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

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

Baby.

He wants that name to be his.

[siancore]

A Good Fit

Came up with this because of this.

For @runzu as part of the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Gift Event

Read on AO3

Washington DC

The slight thrumming in Sam’s head persisted a moment as he walked away from Bucky and moved towards the aircraft.

“I’m coming with you,” he had heard the other man say, and even though it was futile to do so, he protested.

They stepped aboard the plane and Sam turned around, dragging his gaze up and down Bucky’s body. His lips quirked when he saw the crimson heat creep up Bucky’s neck and cheeks.

“You’re wearing that to go and possibly get your ass beat by one of the Big Three?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow and a glint in his eyes.  

Bucky rolled his and then ran his hand over his front.

“What’s wrong with this?” he asked.

“Jeans are a bit tight for starters.”

“Yeah, yeah, “Bucky replied leaning into the teasing. “You sure never complained about the view before.”

“Of your narrow ass? Boy, please,” Sam rolled his eyes then and went to the cargo hold.

He dug around for a minute and then turned to face Bucky, who was staring at him as per usual.

“Here,” said Sam, holding out a dark garment bag. “Try this on.”

Bucky raised his brow before taking the bag; their fingers brushed and both swore that there was a flicker of a spark there.

“This better not be a clown suit, Sam,” Bucky warned, causing Sam to laugh.

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that? Look, just try it on for size.”

Bucky held the bag up and undid the zipper. He opened it and saw the dark blue leather. He ran his hand over it. The garment resembled the uniform he had worn when he was part of the Howling Commandos. It resembled the uniform he had worn in Wakanda, and then again in New York. Whomever had sought it out for him certainly knew what he liked. Sam knew what he liked.

“You like it?” asked Sam as he retrieved his own uniform and jetpack from the hold.

“I do,” Bucky replied, removing it from the bag completely. “Where’d you get it from?”

“I had it custom made for you,” Sam explained without looking in the other man’s direction.

Bucky felt something happen inside of his chest. He was touched by the gesture. He was about to say as much when Sam continued to speak.

“Didn’t think I’d get to give it to you, though,” Sam said as he turned to finally face Bucky. “Seeing as you’ve been too busy ignoring me. But, I’m glad you decided to reach out when it suited you.”

Bucky could see the hurt behind Sam’s eyes; hurt that he masked with sharp words.

“You’re welcome,” said Sam as he walked out of Bucky’s sight.

Bucky cursed under his breath and listened to the sound of Sam laughing at something the young lieutenant had said.

…

After both men had gotten changed, they sat across from one another and did not speak. Sam’s gift fit like a glove and felt like a hug. Like a warm embrace. It make Bucky feel safe and held, just like Sam made him feel.  Instead of letting Sam know that, Bucky chose to antagonize him. That was easier than admitting to the other man how his heart was fluttering at the thought of Sam taking the time to have the gift made for him.

xXxXx

Madripoor

Sam wasn’t happy with his undercover outfit, but Bucky thought he looked great.

Thought he was a nice distraction from the outright dolefulness of the Madripoor night.

Sam was like a pretty little light in a dark world, dressed in that fancy suit. He couldn’t run in those heels? Well, if he’d had asked, Bucky would have carried him happily.

xXxXx

Delacroix

They made their way up to the Wilson family home. Sam showed Bucky where everything was. Told him he could wash up in the upstairs bathroom; told him the couch was for him for as long as he needed it – or for however long he wanted it.

Sam thanked him when he carried the case for him to his bedroom; the case he had gifted him with. The case he had surprised him with.

“So, you grew up in this house?” asked Bucky as he leaned against the doorjamb of Sam’s room.

“Yep,” said Sam as he stared down at the case sitting on his bed. “Shared that other room with my older brother right up until he left for college. Sarah’s been great letting me stay a while, y’know, until I get back on my feet and figure shit out.”

Bucky nodded his head, thankful that Sam had family to take care of him. Thankful that he wasn’t alone.

“So, you any closer to figuring shit out?” asked Bucky as he took in Sam’s stoic demeanor.

Sam ran his hand over the case, looked up at Bucky, and said, “Yeah, actually. I think I am.”

…

“Here,” said Sam as he ducked his head around the open door where Bucky was getting ready for dinner. “Wear this.”

Bucky caught the light blue Henley in his hand.

“I got clothes, Sam,” he replied in protest.

“I know,” Sam replied before backing away. “But all of your clothes are dark. And I know tall, dark, handsome, and broody is your thing, but try this for me? This color will look good on you, Buck. It’ll really bring out your eyes.”

xXxXx

New York

“How is she?” asked Sam into the phone; he heard Bucky sigh on the other end.

“She’s fine,” Bucky reassured him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Did all of the perimeter checks. Helped to get folks to where they needed to be. Spoke to the media. I’m beat.”

“Where are you? I’ll come to you,” said Bucky, sounding worried and not holding it back.

“I’m still on the ground, but what about Sharon?”

“Sharon is fine. They’ll keep her in for observations, but she’ll survive. Where are you, Sam? I hope you don’t think you’re flying back to Louisiana tonight.”

“Bucky.”

“I’m coming.”

…

“Your place is – nice. Very minimalist. Liminal, even.”

“I don’t know what any of that means, Buttercup.”

Sam laughed and then said. “I was kinda expecting to see a poster of Walker that you’d been using as a dartboard.”

Bucky laughed at that and his whole face lit up. It was a good look on him, Sam mused.

“I hope you’re not gonna agree to be on posters,” said Bucky. “All of that unnecessary hype bullshit. It doesn’t really suit you.”

“What? And not show off this awesome suit you had the Wakandans make for me? I think I look damn good, besides looking like the American flag threw up on me.”

Sam’s teasing kept the smile on Bucky’s face.

“You look good,” said Bucky as he pushed off the wall and moved towards Sam. “But, you always look good.”

The pair stared at one another a beat before Sam said, “I should probably get out of this suit.”

“You need a hand?” asked Bucky too eagerly.

“Easy tiger,” said Sam with a little laugh. They had been dancing around their attraction to one another for the longest time. There was a tension in the room that made them both feel heady. It was all about to culminate in something they could not come back from, a shift in their relationship, and both Sam and Bucky were ready.

“I just wanna help you,” said Bucky, low and soft, as he inched closer to where Sam was standing. “Let me help you, Sam.”

“Okay,” said Sam scarcely over a whisper. “Okay.”

Bucky stood in front of his partner and reached up for the goggles. He removed them from Sam’s face and then placed them aside.

“I love this design,” said Bucky as he ran his hand over Sam’s cheek. “Offers a lot of protection for you.”

Sam leaned into his touch.

“I don’t know what I’d if you ever got hurt,” Bucky added as he cupped Sam’s chin. “If anything ever happened to you.”

He then placed his hands to Sam’s broad shoulders and turned him around. He pressed a button and the cowl retracted into the neck of the suit.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” said Sam, with his voice sounding a little shaky. “Not while I’ve got you by my side.”

Bucky undid the clasp and zippers at the back of Sam’s suit and then helped him draw his arms from it. Sam shivered when he felt Bucky’s warm breath on his neck.

“Always,” said Bucky as he turned Sam around to face him. “I’ll always be by your side.”

The pair shared a small smile before leaning in and capturing each other’s lips in a languid kiss.

...

“I’m so proud of you, Sam,” said Sarah as she smiled at her brother through the FaceTime call. “The boys are so proud of you. We can’t wait for you to get home. Make sure you – hold up. Is that? Bucky’s jacket? You’re wearing his jacket? What’s going on? Oh my goodness, did you let Bucky hit?”

“Oh, lord. Goodbye, Sarah.”

xXxXx

Washington DC

“We’re ready to go, Cap,” said Torres as he walked into Sam’s office at the New Avenger’s HQ.

Sam was about to reply when Bucky came stomping into the room with a face like a cat’s ass.

“Hey, Baby,” said Sam with a sweet, knowing smile.

“Don’t hey baby me, Sweetheart,” said Bucky as he gestured towards Sam’s new Cap suit; the suit that replaced the one he had specially made for the love of his life. “What the hell is this?”

[sambuckylibrary]

SamBucky Gift Event 2023!

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a gift event!

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The event will start on December 1st and run until January 7th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

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

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What are the guidelines for the bingo?

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

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d) Fan video.

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

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

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

For Bucky

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

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

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[wwilsonbarness]

when we get home

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes 

summary: Bucky opens up to Sam about his past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mention of Bucky’s being held by HYDRA, flufff

word count: 1271

a/n: i’m trying to get back into writing so this isn’t written the best but I really wish we got a conversation like this in the show :( 

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Sam almost whispers. Not one word had been spoken between them since they arrived at Sharon's safehouse. 

Bucky doesn’t move his eyes from his hands where he was playing with his fingers. “Talk about what?” 

“You know what.” Bucky takes a deep breath, he wishes he didn’t know. He knows already that him and Sam aren’t really friends, yet something in him feels safe enough to open up to him.

Sam moves closer to Bucky, close enough that their thighs brush together. “Buck..” 

Bucky can feel his eyes grow wetter as the flashbacks of his time at Hydra flash through his mind. He turns to Sam and looks into his eyes, they’re full of trust, full of care. “I just.. I haven’t spoken about that with anyone before.” 

“Look, you don't have to talk about it.. just know that you can anytime and I’ll listen.” 

“You won’t judge me? Or look at me any different?” 

Sam shoots Bucky a slight smile. “I promise.” 

“I only remember parts.. a lot of my time with Hydra is still full of gaps, it comes back sometimes at random times but I remember..” Bucky pauses for a second and tries to think of a way to word this.

Sam puts his hand on Bucky’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Once his hand makes contact he worries he might have overstepped but Bucky leans into his touch and pushes those concerns away. 

“At first when they found me in the snow it wasn’t bad, I honestly felt relieved that I had been found, but then they told me who they were and I knew I wasn’t safe. I noticed too late, there was no way for me to escape. They locked me in a room and left me there for what felt like days. Food and water would appear in my room but I never saw anyone come in or out. I later found out that they would put gas into my room to knock me out.” Bucky feels like he is going off topic but Sam reassures him he’s okay to continue. 

“Once they’d gotten in my head with those damn words, they controlled everything I did. They would use me for their missions as you know, but it didn’t stop there. At one point, I don’t even know when but they moved me to a room and it had windows. At first I thought this was a good thing but then I realised they were only one way windows. I couldn’t see out but they could see in.”

Sam didn’t say anything but nodded, urging Bucky to continue. 

“They would take turns coming into my room, one at a time but I could hear the others on the other side of the window. They made me do different things and I’m still putting the pieces together but I remember one in particular. He would make me stand right in front of the mirror and take my clothes off.” Bucky felt Sam tense beside him and looked at him, checking if he should continue. Sam’s heart melted at Bucky, even at his most vulnerable he was checking on others. 

“It’s okay, only keep going if you want to.” 

Bucky nodded before continuing. “Once I had my clothes off, sometimes he would make me..” Bucky’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he continued, so much so, Sam could almost not hear him. “He would make me touch myself, whilst they all watched. I could hear them laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. The guy in the room, he would keep telling me what to do but he would stop right before I..” Sam gave Bucky a look of understanding, Bucky was thankful he didn't have to say it. “He would do it over and over again, never letting me finish.” Bucky cringed slightly at his wording but kept going. “Once they'd had their fun they’d just leave me there in pain.” 

Bucky suddenly felt like he had to defend himself. “And it’s not like I wanted to.. but anything would have been better than having to wait it out.” 

Sam can feel his anger rising, thinking back to earlier in the night. Zemo asking Bucky to go back into that mindset and let him touch him was uncalled for. He felt guilty for letting it happen even though deep down he knew it had to happen. Still he made a mental note to apologise to Bucky when the time was right.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. I can’t imagine how hard that would've been.” Bucky felt relieved at that, he almost felt silly for thinking Sam would judge him but after a second he realises probably not everyone would react this way. He really was grateful for having Sam. He made him feel safe and listened to so he kept going. 

“There was another man, he only came in a few times and he would touch me.. but…” Bucky took a deep breath and paused for only a moment. “He wouldn’t use the words. He just told me to lie down and I would do it. I just let him.” 

Sam didn’t want to interrupt Bucky but he couldn’t let him blame himself for that. “Bucky.. That wasn't your fault. Whether he used the words or not, it was against your will.”

“But I could have stopped him, If i’d just been toughe-”

“Bucky no. Please listen to me when I say this.” Sam shifts sideways slightly and grabs Bucky’s hands. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes and continued. “None of what happened to you is your fault, you had no choice in what happened.” 

Bucky can feel a tear run down his face before he can stop it. He quickly brings his hand up and wipes it away. “I’m sorry for this. I know you probably don’t want to hear about it.”

“Buck” Sam chuckles lightly. “I like to think we’re close enough now that we can vent to each other. This is gonna be pretty tough if we can’t.”

This brought a little smile to Bucky’s face. “Thank you for listening to me Sam, and thank you for not looking at me like I'm some freak.”

“You’re not a freak. You’ve been through a lot, that doesn’t make you a freak, that makes you strong. I know this was hard to look back on but I’m glad you felt safe enough to..with me. I’m here for you okay? From now on, we have each other's backs, no matter what.” 

“I’m here for you too. You can talk to me, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick in the past but I promise I got you. You can talk to me about anything, I know you’ve been through a lot too. It must be ha-” 

Before Bucky could finish speaking, the door swings open and Zemo walks in. “Gentleman.” Bucky pulls away from Sam and wipes his face once more, he absolutely does not want Zemo to crack any jokes about this. He shoots Sam an apologetic look but there's no need, Sam understood and nodded slightly to show that. “ Are you two ready to leave? We’re waiting.” 

Sam and Bucky both clear their throat before standing up. Both mumbling a response that sounds like a mixture of “Yes” and “Let’s go” 

Zemo leaves the room first and Bucky goes to follow but not before looking back at Sam and grabbing his hand. 

“When we get home.” They both smile slightly and Sam squeezes Bucky’s hand. 

Sam nods before responding “When we get home.”

[lullyannie]

Don't mind me, i just like to organize things before i start. here's the list of all the fics y'all recommended so far, thank you so much, that's exactly what i wanted. i'll definitely try to comment on every single one of them!

lost in the in-between (or so it seems) ✅️

The Legend of Winter's Hollow

Until the Last Rose

you know i didn't want to (have to haunt you)

Solicited ✅

oh so saccharine

Rough Surfaces

must’ve been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this) ✅

The Chance of You ✅

and you touch me (and i'm like)

Rìgh-Valk’bhòid

Friends Don't

all that we do (we do for love)

love in a few words

the boy who cried ghost ✅️

come on back to me

bloomed

stay, stay, stay

you're already home and you don't even know it

all these people think love's for show (but i would die for you in secret) ✅️

Routine Maintenance

i just met you (and this is crazy)

come on, guys

sleep well, beast

Perfect Landing

religion (u can lay your hands on me)

the thing is

all those jaguarsp0tted fics :)

Shoulder the Weight

After-Action

Routine Maintenance

old unfamiliar places

I'm On A Boat (Explicit Version)

there's a war inside of me

A Flash of Something Human

A Learning Moment

’Til Death Do Us Part

In The Middle of The Night

What’s the 411?

Last Christmas (I Gave You My Heart) This Year...

Cinnamon-Brown Sugar Coffee Creamer

Romance in Everything

hey princess

you were an army officer, and i just a rockette

Couch Sessions

[podfic] way too well (fic here)

[podfic] Your Very Own Christmas (fic here)

The First Gentleman

Lighthouse

The Looking Glass

Here I Go, Don’t Let Me Go

Fallen from grace (My love keeps writing, again and again)

Deception

Close Quarters

Kings of Everything

Double Back

Civilian

Impossible Man

From that Show

You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me)

We Need a Resolution

Your Secrets are Safe with Me

Giving Him Something He Can Feel

We’ve always been impossible

Not our Time

beggars and choosers

tell me you’re joking

wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)

Start Here

(it's your kiss) hey princess

behind everything that we do

someday; always

Love is Stored in the Dumb Jokes

patterns of recognition

in eyes not yet created

(check writerkenna`s masterlist)

Stolen Moments

A Dangerous Lifestyle

Peace Within Yourself

his hands in my hair

Out of The Fog

Baby Please Come Home

Don't shy from the light

cut and run (right back to me) ✅️

You're my Calling (Cure my Longing) ✅️

Ashes & Dreams

Take Care ✅️

[th30ra3k3n]

YEAH MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL

BUT HE’S NOT AS COOL AS ME

‘CAUSE I’M A BROOKLYN BABY

[abarbaricyalp]

Strawberries and Cigarettes (always taste like you)

Title from Troye Sivan

Bucky smoked like a chimney. It didn't matter how many times Sam said they'd figured out it was bad for you. Mostly because Bucky had a super soldier serum that made him think he was invincible. Sam had sat next to him on a Brooklyn balcony one night that they both couldn't sleep and watched Bucky go through an entire carton without coming up for air. He always had a cigarette behind his ear, waiting to be lit. A lighter in his pocket, even during missions. It wasn't like it was to help with anxiety or whatever. The dude was jumpy and jittery even while he was smoking. And Sam had never really seen him jonesing for a smoke break, but he took one every chance he got.

He'd asked Bucky to stop smoking around him because Sam didn't have a super soldier serum to save his lungs, which Bucky was slightly gracious about. Gracious up until the point that Sam slunk over because the smell of the smoke and Bucky's shampoo and his leather jacket was addictive, and then he was all smirks and silent 'I-told-you-so's. It at least put him in the habit of asking before he lit up. It really didn't help that he looked like a modern Marlborough man ad come to life. He was desperately alluring and sexy when he smoked. It was woefully unfair that such a foul hobby was so damn hot.

(Oddly enough, the grace came back on the rare nights that Sam sat beside him and wordlessly held out his hand for a cigarette too.)

Sam didn't condone the habit, but he didn't exactly hide Bucky's cartons from him or give him an ultimatum either. Hell, Bucky's smokes were usually on his grocery list when he knew the guy was going to be around.

"Hey, have you noticed if Buck's low on cigarettes?" Sam asked Sarah while she compiled her own list to send him with.

She turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "Bucky doesn't smoke," she said. "I've never seen him even hold a cigarette."

Sam frowned and thought before making an answer. After four decades, he'd found it was best not to argue with Sarah about something that may have an objective truth to it. He rarely beat her at this game.

True, he had woken up a few weeks ago, last time Bucky had been around, with the glaring thought that Bucky smelled good next to him. Not like smoke, but a clean, fresh smell. He'd chalked it up to him showering the evening before and not getting up throughout the night. And true that Bucky had a fidget in Louisiana that Sam never noticed anywhere else, where he flipped the cap of his lighter continuously or tumbled the lighter through his fingers. But he never actually lit anything with it. And true, he didn't smoke on the boat. And true, he'd never asked Sam where the cheapest cigs around were (a constant hunt in New York).

Bucky didn't smoke down here, Sam realized with a start. And he never smelled like smoke because he had a whole new wardrobe in Sam's house. Sarah had never seen him smoke.

Sam made for the backdoor, grocery list discarded. Sarah called after him, but he didn't quite catch it--something about the zucchini she needed him to remember and also lollipops--and he went out back.

Judging from the way Bucky had an arm around Cass's center, and AJ was rolling on the ground with laughter, and the swing set was still rocking up and down as Bucky held Cass still, Sam had a feeling he'd interrupted an attempt at swinging the swing all the way around the top of the set. Bucky looked much guiltier than either child, but it was Cass who insisted, "We weren't doing anything!"

Sam leveled a stare at him, but he knew these boys were forged under Sarah's gaze and nothing Sam had in his arsenal was going to be half as effective.

"Why don't you two head inside?" Bucky suggested, still looking guilty. "Your Uncle Sam and I were just about to head into town."

The boys grumbled their objections, but it only took them a few steps before they were jostling each other and starting a game of tag that would absolutely get them in trouble inside. Once the door was shut, Sam looked to Bucky again.

"No one was going to get hurt," he insisted sheepishly, wrapping the chain of the swing around one arm to lean his weight against it.

"Can I have a cigarette?" Sam asked without preamble.

Bucky's got-caught frown turned into a confused one. On muscle memory, but with no conviction, he patted his front pocket with his other hand. "I don't have any on me," he admitted with a shrug.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

Bucky flushed prettily, looking away from Sam in embarrassment. "I didn't wanna do it in front of your nephews. Didn't wanna be a bad example. And, when we were staying here, I didn't want to make Sarah's home smell terrible. You know how that smell is. Lingers."

It was more forethought than anyone had put into anything for Sam in a long, long time. Sam hadn't even thought about Bucky smoking around the boys. Bucky didn't usually smoke in front of other people, unless someone was passing by the alley he had stepped into, so Sam hadn't been worried about it. Bucky had never even seen the boys before he'd shown up on his own down here, new clothes, no cigarettes.

"You chew on lollipops instead," he realized as the fondness in his chest bloomed even further out. "I thought you just did that to give the kids an excuse to have some too."

Bucky scuffed his sneaker in the dirt under the swing. "Keeps me distracted enough."

"Buck, you spend so much time down here. More time than you don't. You must hardly smoke anymore."

Bucky's shoulders came up to his ears. It didn't hide the blush on them. "It's worth it. Guess I might've been looking for a good reason to stop."

Sam thought about all the movie moments he'd caught Bucky smoking--the moonlit balcony, a sunset after a fight, digging through files half naked in bed. All those moments he'd had an overwhelming teenage desire to pull Bucky to him and kiss the smoke out of his mouth. But they were all easily overshadowed by images of Bucky acting as a jungle gym for kids, or reading to Cass and AJ before bed, or helping with science experiments and baking days, or swinging Cass all the way around the swing set, ready to catch him if he fell.

Sam crossed the distance between them, pulling Bucky's face to him between the swing chains to kiss him deeply. He tasted like strawberry lollipops. "I like this look better," he decided.

He felt Bucky smile against his lips. "Well maybe you can help keep my mouth busy," he suggested before kissing Sam again.

Yeah, this was definitely better.

Don't smoke, kids.

Bucky absolutely has an old engraved lighter from the war

[bisamwilson]

Sam stands at his bathroom sink, splashing water on his face to rid his eyes of leftover slumber, and looks up into the mirror.

Every day, he finds himself older than he ever remembers getting.

Flecks of gray sprinkle his goatee, a leftover look reminiscent of his golden years, and a small roll of his tummy peeks out over the elastic of his briefs.

He stretches out his neck and his back, the cracking noises louder every day, and rubs at the spot beneath his shoulder that always seems just a little sore these days. It’s not enough to stop him from going on his morning run—even if it is more of a fast walk/jog these days on account of his poor knees—but it is enough to make him a little more careful when he stretches.

Strong hands take over the kneading at his shoulder, and Sam relaxes into his husband’s touch, groaning when he thumbs over a problem spot just right. His eyes close for just a moment, appreciating the fact that Bucky knows his body just as well as he does, before he opens them and studies Bucky’s face in the mirror.

Bucky’ll never show his true age, sure, but the weight of the years has run down his face all the same, if at a slower pace than it would anyone else’s. There’s a bit of silver in his short beard to match with Sam’s own, bits of hair near his ears that gleam against the rest.

He wonders how many of the smile lines on Bucky’s face are because of him.

finish on ao3 (M, 1k, fluff, complete)

(written for @winterfalconevents bingo square K4: not until i say so)

[holodeck-enthusiast]

"How bad your commitment phobia is?"

"I stop shipping my favourite fictional couples when it's canon".