#sambucky fluff

[irontinystar]

he’s begging and whining and whimpering btw

inspo

[wikiangela]

the moments we share stay a secret from the world

ship: sambucky rating: G words: 1.7k spoilers for captain america: brave new world

[also on ao3]

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As soon as the door closes behind Sam, he slumps against it with a groan. It’s been a long few days. He’s tired, a little bruised and broken, and all he wants is to get in bed and sleep for a week straight. He knows that’s impossible, this job being really a full-time, 24/7 thing, so he’ll take any rest he can get. If he can get to his bedroom, that is – he feels like any energy left him as soon as he stepped foot in his apartment, only now the adrenaline leaving him, worry seeping out now that he knows Joaquin is okay, and all that’s left is pure exhaustion. He could fall asleep right here, at the front door, standing up.

With a deep, heavy sigh that feels like it comes from deep in his soul, he pushes away from the door and forces his legs to take him to the bathroom. He desperately needs a hot shower first.

The walk seems to take forever, and in between the front door and the bathroom, he manages to pull out his phone and shoot a quick text that just reads ‘ur full of shit, could’ve used that serum right about now.’

He doesn’t wait for a response, he doesn’t expect one anyway. They usually text, but at this hour there’s a bigger chance the old man would call instead. He doesn’t wait for that, either. Just tosses his phone on the bed when he walks through the bedroom, then strips out of his clothes and hauls his aching body into the shower. He stands under the hot water for as long as his legs let him, letting it soothe the strained muscles, but careful of all the stitches and wounds. He’s way too used to those by now.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he finally leaves the bathroom, just a towel around his waist, dragging his feet on his way to the bed – only to see an unexpected visitor sitting at the end of it. 

“Hey,” Sam says, barely even phased. As unexpected as it is to see Bucky here, it’s not all that surprising at this point. “So we don’t knock anymore?”

“I don’t.” Bucky shrugs, a hint of a smile on his face, as he leans back on his hands, eyes scanning Sam’s half naked body up and down, worry carefully hidden, visible only in his eyes, only to Sam. He looks comfortable as if he was at his own place. He’s not dressed in a suit anymore, now wearing his usual black jeans, and a leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a plain black t-shirt. Some things never change – and not all should, he looks damn good like this. Sam thinks he prefers this version. “And you don’t mind.”

“Hm, well, as long as it’s you and not someone who tries to kill me, break into my place all you want.” Sam waves his hand, walking over to his closet to grab some sweats to sleep in. 

“You don’t have to get dressed on my account.” Bucky says, that flirtatious tone in his voice that Sam hates and loves at the same time. 

“If you want a show, you gotta earn it,” he throws back with a grin over his shoulder, that might come off more as a grimace, with the way his whole body aches. He feels Bucky’s eyes on himself as he shamelessly drops the towel on the floor, grabs some sweatpants and puts them on. 

“Eh, you don’t look so good tonight, I’ll pass.” Bucky teases, the usual humor covering up what he’s not saying, the worry and concern at all the cuts and injuries and bruises all over Sam’s body, the regret about not being there to help. “Seriously, Sam,” Bucky adds, a complete change in tone, “you look awful.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sam rolls his eyes, turning to face Bucky again. He can feel his eyes analyzing all his wounds and bruises. The stab wound in his chest stings, but he ignores it. “I’m fine, Buck. Nothing new, nothing I haven’t survived before. It comes with the job,” he shrugs, one of his shoulders protesting and he can’t hide a wince.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Bucky adds quietly, blue eyes finding Sam’s. 

“Me too.” Sam sighs. “Could’ve really used that super strength of yours,” he adds, trying to keep it light. The truth is, he misses being a team, out there, on the battlefield. He’s never been more in tune with anyone, especially now. They know each other inside out, they can communicate without words, it’s like Bucky lives in his head – which isn’t untrue.

“You did amazing without it. You can do it without it, without me. You know that, right? You don’t need me.”

“Yeah,” he takes a step towards the bed, then another. “Yeah, I know. I’m doing my best.” He might not need Bucky, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want him, as a partner, as a friend, in whatever way he can. But he also knows he’s capable by himself. He has to be. Steve chose him for a reason, and he needs to stop doubting that choice, doubting whether he deserves it. It’s easier said than done, but he’s trying. He did a damn good job today, though, if he says so himself.

“I’ll always have your back.” Buck promises, and Sam knows that. If he could, he’d be there, fighting by his side. He’ll be there if Sam ever needs him. 

“I know.” Sam stops in front of Bucky, whose curious eyes look him up and down again. 

“How’s Torres?”

“Awake. He’ll be okay. I just-”

“Feel guilty?” Bucky guesses. He really knows Sam so well. “Sam, none of what happened was your fault. Including him.”

“I know,” he repeats with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “Hard not to feel that way sometimes.” 

“Yeah.” Bucky nods, understanding better than anyone. They don’t need a lot of words, not right now. They’ll talk, debrief, and discuss everything at some point. Tonight, Sam is just so damn tired.

He climbs into Bucky’s lap, straddling him – he wishes he could say he did it without wincing in pain, but alas. Bucky’s hands immediately rest gently on his hips, gripping lightly but firmly, careful not to hurt him further. Sam knows he’s dying to examine all his wounds and make sure he’s okay, but Sam’s been to the hospital, he’s fine, he doesn’t need him to fuss.

“Now, what did I do to deserve a visit from the future congressman James Buchanan Barnes? It’s a rare sight lately. And twice in two days?” He teases. Bucky rolls his eyes. They haven’t been seeing each other as often as they’d like, both busy with their new jobs, and keeping this relationship private, but they try. Sam would rather have those few moments once in a while than none at all. 

“I meant it, I missed you,” Bucky shrugs, earnest and genuine as he smiles softly. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m fucking exhausted and beaten up, and I could sleep for a week.” Sam sighs, slumping against Bucky. Bucky’s right hand gently moves up his side, caresses his skin, mindful of his bruised and cracked ribs, until he cradles Sam’s cheek. Sam leans into the touch. “Can you stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t have anywhere to be until morning.”

“Good.” Sam whispers, and finally presses his lips to Bucky’s, his hands finding his jacket and helping him out of it. All he wants is to fall asleep in his man’s arms right now, he wants to keep him here as long as he can, until they both need to go back to their roles and titles, and keep their personal life under wraps.

They kiss slowly, lazily, until Sam’s yawn breaks it, and Bucky chuckles, standing up with Sam still in his arms, then gently places him down on the bed – any other night, if Sam wasn’t half asleep and what feels like half-alive, it’d get him going immediately, his boyfriend’s strength always such a turn on. As it is, Sam forces his limbs to work a little bit longer to scoot up the bed and onto the pillow, then waits for Bucky to take off his jeans and join him.

He tries to wrap himself around Bucky, but he can’t breathe on his side, his ribs are not in the best state, cuts and bruises on the rest of his body are hurting. So he settles on his back, as comfortably as he can, and brings Buck as close as possible. Bucky slips his right arm under Sam’s head, the metal of the left one lightly pressing against his abdomen, as Bucky holds him.

“Can you promise me something?” Sam asks sleepily, already starting to nod off.

“What’s that?”

“Can you wake me up when you have to go, no matter what time?” He just wants to say goodbye, he doesn’t want Bucky to just disappear into the night. He could get out without waking Sam up, his stealth skills as impressive as always. But Sam wants to see him, kiss him one more time, watch him leave. Get one more second together.

“Of course, Sam. Now sleep, I’m right here.” Sam feels a soft kiss to his head.

“I love you, Buck.” Sam mutters, blinking as he tries to get one more look at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love you, too.” Bucky whispers with one more quick kiss to Sam’s lips.

Sam falls asleep to the sound of Bucky’s breathing, feeling his heartbeat where their chests are pressed together, familiar cool metal fingers drawing soothing patterns on his stomach. He’s out within seconds, feeling calm and safe and loved in the arms of his man, knowing that he’ll get woken up way before sunrise, and he’ll have to say goodbye to him again. That’s okay. He’ll have a busy day tomorrow, as well, back to Captain America duties, having to deal with the aftermath of… this whole mess. But for now, it’s just him and Bucky, in the quiet of the night, sleeping in one bed, like a regular couple. Maybe one day it’ll be the norm for them. If not, he’ll take what he can get. 

[also on ao3]

[wwilsonbarness]

still not funny

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes

summary: basically a continuation of the deleted scene <3 

warnings: fluff, tinyyyyy bit of angst

word count: 1932

a/n: I love them so much and after seeing the deleted scene I just had to write this!! 

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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“Thank you for bringing us cake uncle Bucky!” Aj shouts across the table. 

“You’re welcome boys.” Bucky responds, playfully nudging Sam with a smirk. 

“I’m still their favourite uncle so don’t go getting any ideas.” Sam says shooting Bucky a glare.

“We’ll see.” Bucky returns the same look.

“Alright, alright I’m sure the boys love you both plenty, right boys?” 

A mix of “Yep” and “Mhmm Mama” come from Aj and Cass making everyone laugh lightly. 

Bucky couldn’t help but look to his side, focusing on the smile lines on Sam’s face. The way they moved as he looked around at his family. The way his smile kept growing as Sarah and the boys speak about the activities they’re planning tomorrow. He doesn’t realise how long he’s staring until Sam turns to him, toothy grin and all. “Something caught your eye Buck?” He says, his smirk only growing. 

He blinks as Sam’s voice breaks him out of his trance. “Hm? What? No I was just-” He rambles, only stopping when Sam moves his hand towards Bucky’s arm and squeezes slightly. 

“Chill man, I’m just messing with ya.”

Bucky laughs but before he can respond, Sarah calls his name. “You staying here tonight, Bucky?” 

“Oh, I- no that’s okay. Thanks Sarah.” Sam shoots him a look of confusion and answers again for him.

“Yes, he’s staying here tonight.” Bucky looks at him and mirrors the confusion on his face. 

“Guys I really don’t mind getting a room at a motel.”

“Nonsense!” Sarah exclaims as she stands up from the table. “Boys, get ready for bed and I’ll set up the couch for Bucky.” 

“It’s okay Sarah, I’ll do it. You just chill for the night.” Sam says. He gets up to hug the boys and Sarah goodnight. Bucky does the same.

“You sure?” She asks. 

“Yeah I got it.” He says. 

“Okay, goodnight then.” 

“Night!” Bucky says as she walks away before he turns to Sam.

“You know I really don’t mind getting a hotel room Sam.” He says slightly quieter than his normal voice. He didn’t really want to get a hotel room but he equally didn’t want to impose on Sam and his family.

“Come on now, you’re part of the family now Buck, there’s always going to be room for you here.” Sam reassures him with a pat on the back. They both begin to walk up to the house and Bucky heads for the couch. 

“Hey Sam?” Bucky shouts through to the kitchen where Sam was quickly finishing the clean up from the cookout. 

“Yeah?” 

“You got a spare pillow? Maybe a blanket?” 

“Yeah, in my room, hang on.” He puts away the last bowl and strolls through. Bucky could almost see a slight smirk on his face but had no idea why. 

“You know, I can’t really be bothered going all the way up, back down the stairs and all the way back up again.” Sam groans. He had been subtly hinting at Bucky to make a move but he hadn’t caught on, so Sam decided to up the stakes.

Bucky’s a bit confused but responds anyway. “Oh umm, I can get it? Where are they?” He heads for the stairs but stops on the first step, turning to Sam to wait for his answer. 

“Or” Sam trails off. “You could just stay in my room. Beds big enough for both of us.” Sam notices Bucky’s eyes practically fall out the sockets in surprise and suddenly worries that he might’ve overstepped. 

“Oh.” Bucky clears his throat before continuing, he pushes together his thumb and index finger, a nervous tic he had recently developed. “Yeah.. I- okay. If that’s okay with you?.” Truthfully the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Sam was a lot. He hadn’t even really admitted it to himself but there were feelings there, on his part anyway. Spending time with Sam, whether it was fighting on a mission or just sitting with him on the jet made him get a funny feeling inside his chest and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“Wouldn't ask if it wasn't.” Sam responds with a light chuckle. He follows Bucky up the stairs. Sam’s heart was beginning to race and he prayed Bucky couldn’t here it. 

Bucky walks into Sam’s room and looks around. He’d only ever seen it in photos and once on a video call, but it was just as he imagined. It was tidy but had loads of little trinkets around. He sees photos of Sam with Riley, his parents and a baby he assumes is Cass or Aj. There’s also a diary, it looks like it had been read a lot but it had a pen sticking out. Maybe a journal, Bucky thought.

Below the photo wall is a bottle of aftershave, he couldn’t smell it but he guessed it was the smell he had become so used to smelling on Sam. The one that he had grown so attached to recently. It made him feel silly, being attached to a smell but it also made him feel safe and that was a feeling he had been craving ever since he fell off that train in the 40’s. 

He turns to the left and sees Sam’s bed, it was covered in blankets and looked so comfy. It had been a while since he had slept in a bed, his apartment back in new york had a bed but he hadn’t once slept in it. He begins to think about whether he’ll be able to sleep okay but Sam’s voice cuts him off. 

“It’s a hard one.” 

Bucky turns around quickly and looks at Sam, he turns his head slightly, urging Sam to continue. 

“The mattress I mean. Soft beds are the worst. Ya know?” 

“Right.” Bucky says. He hated that Sam had those struggles but it  made him feel better that he wasn’t the only one who did.

Bucky goes to the bathroom first and changes into a pair of sweatpants and vest. He brushes his teeth and heads back to Sam’s room. Sam does the same but takes a little longer, he had a more detailed night routine. He changes into a pair of shorts and leaves his shirt off. He takes the time to wash and moisturise his face and walks back to the room. 

You got a side you prefer Buck?”

“By the door? If that’s okay with you?” 

“Yep.” 

They get into bed and Sam turns all the lights off, just leaving a lamp on his side table on. The room is silent but he can hear Bucky’s deep breathing. “You alright?” 

“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles to try to hide his embarrassment but Sam notices his cheeks warming up and turn a shade of red. “Just been a while since I shared a bed with someone.” 

“Are you uncomfortable?” Sam asks. 

“No! God no!” He wanted to tell Sam he could never feel uncomfortable with him around but he held back. “I just.. The only time I ever really shared a bed was with a girl back in the day.” He admits with a shy grin. 

Sam’s eyebrows raise at that and he takes a deep breath before responding “Is this so different?” He can’t help but chuckle when Bucky’s eyes do that thing again, they really would fall out if it kept happening. 

“Hm?” 

“Is this so different from then?”

“Sam.” Bucky calls his name.

“Bucky.” Sam responds in the same tone.

“Do you..”

“Do I..” 

Bucky takes a breath, he knows what he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “Do you feel this.. thing between us?” Sam really can’t help his full laugh coming out this time.

“Thing?” He asks, waiting for Bucky to say what he’s really thinking. 

“Sam, If I’ve taken this the wrong way please tell me now to save me the embarrassment.” 

“How can I know unless you tell me?” He was really gonna make him say it wasn’t he?

“Sam, I like you.” 

“I’d hope so, we are partners after all.” Sam teases, he regrets it as he sees Bucky’s face drop. 

“Right.” Bucky nods his head slightly. “Partners.” He starts to turn back and lie down but stops when he feels Sam’s hand on his arm. 

“Oh my god, you idiot! Come here.” With that, Sam pulls Bucky towards him by the neckline of his vest and plants his lips against Bucky’s. The feeling of Sam’s soft lips melting into his was one he didn't think could ever be beaten. It’s a messy kiss and both of them don’t want it to end. Bucky’s the one to pull away, needing a second to catch his breath. He pulls away only slightly and presses his forehead against Sam’s. 

Sam’s tongue comes out his mouth and licks along his lips, chasing the taste of Bucky he had finally gotten after craving it for so long. “I do.” He whispers. Bucky pulls away further and looks at Sam, urging him to continue. “I do feel that thing.” 

Bucky chuckles at that, he feels shy and hides his head in the crook of Sam’s neck for a second. He couldn’t believe he had finally gotten to touch Sam in the way he way too often thought about. 

“What took us so long?” He asks softly but it comes out as a mumble against Sam’s skin. Sam pulls away slightly and places his hands on Bucky’s face. 

“What was that?” He asks and Bucky repeats himself but can’t bring himself to look in Sam’s eyes. 

“I’d say we’ve had a lot on our plates, it didn’t exactly leave us a lot of time to be alone.” Bucky nods along, it’s true. There was always someone or something in their way. “Plus, I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute so I had to play a little.” Sam teases. 

“Hey! I was not flustered.” Bucky argues playfully to which Sam laughs at.

“Buck, I honestly thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when I suggested sleeping up here.” Bucky feels his cheeks heat up even more.

“How else was I supposed to react? Sleeping in your bed with you in it.” 

“Aw baby are you getting all flustered again?” 

“You’re so annoying Sam.” Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and hides his smirk.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” They look into each other's eyes for a moment before he responds. 

“Yeah, I really do.” The unspoken true meaning of their words float between them but neither of them bring them to light. 

“Alright enough swooning.” Sam teases. “As much as I’d love to look into your eyes all night, we need to sleep.” 

“Come here then.” Bucky responds, pulling Sam down towards the bed with him. He pulls Sam into his chest and lets him wiggle around until he’s comfy. Their legs tangle under the blanket and Sam rests his arm over Bucky.. “This okay?” Bucky asks. 

“Mhmm. S’perfect.” Sam mumbles. 

It’s silent for a few moments before Bucky breaks it. 

“Sam?” 

“Yeah Buck?” 

“You think Sarah is free after their plans tomorrow?”

“Buck! It’s still not funny!” 

Bucky can’t hold off his laughter.

“It will never not be funny Sam.” He speaks more softly as he continues. “Don’t worry, there’s only one Wilson I got my eyes on.” 

With that he pressed a gentle kiss onto Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. 

“Goodnight Doll.”  He heard Sam giggle at that and it was the best sound he had ever heard, until Sam responded in his sleepy voice. “Goodnight Babe”

[sweetcocopowder]

Sambucky Throw Away Fic

Synopsis: Bucky has a nightmare and Sam is there is help

Word Count: 802

Warnings: Trauma. angst. Fluff

Notes: This is a throw away fic because I realized after writing this for a request, it wasn't what they wanted. So this is just, eh. Here you guys go ahaha. Also this is very much unedited!!!

All Sam can do is watch and wait. He’s tried to stop the nightmares before, once. And that led to him having a black eye for up to two weeks. And it honestly pains him to sit here and watch Bucky toss and turn in his sleep.

He breathes heavily and sweat lathers his body in a thick sheen that can be seen in the low lighting of the bedside lamp. His face is scrunched up into a painful expression, his mouth mumbling words that don’t quite make sense. His metal arm shifts and shutters Bucky grips the blanket that he’s stolen completely from Sam.

Then Bucky’s metal arm swings out, just missing Sam by a hair before the owner of it sits up straight with a strangled cry. Bucky was quick to look around the room in a panic, almost like he wasn’t seeing reality, but what was still replaying in his mind. This was something that always has Sam’s heart aching… wrenching to reach out and touch the solider. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t bear to scare him anymore than he already is. The sweat makes Bucky’s skin look like a wet mess, his short hair sticking to his forehead.

“Another nightmare?” Sam asks.

The voice in the dimly lit room catches Bucky off guard. He quickly looks to Sam, blue eyes wide in the night almost an iced expression with nothing but pain swirling in them. He tries to calm down quickly though as he realizes who’s next to him. Running his cold metal fingers through his soaked hair, he cringes at the feeling. No one else would be in the same bed as him. He wouldn’t let anyone see him like this not even Steve, but yet... Sam’s an exception.

Bucky swallows thickly as Sam finally reaches out and places a hand on the other man’s sticky forearm. His shoulders slouch at the touch, his features relaxing.

“Yeah,” Bucky says as he turns away, flinching slightly at the touch of his lover.

“Wanna talk about it?” Sam asks.

And like all those other times, Bucky’s back is all he sees. Hunched over and almost embarrassed. Silence comes naturally. To Sam’s annoyance. His hand falls from Bucky and he flops back down onto the bed with a groan, rubbing his eyes slightly from the lack of sleep.

“It’s better to talk about it. Get it off your chest,” Sam can’t help but grin into his words. “Feels reeeaaaal good.”

Bucky sighs, running his Vibranium hand through his hair again this time trying his best to flatten out the spikes and stray pieces of wet floof. “I dreamt of the train again,” his voice is all but a cracked whisper, one that Sam only just catches.

He sits up fully this time, searching for the soldier’s face in the dim street lights that shine through the apartment window. Bucky’s eyes stare down at his hands, as if the memory places right in front of his eyes. Sam’s seen this so many times with other soldiers. But Bucky always feels different to the rest. He’s always been different to the rest.

“Bucky,” Sam softly says.

Blue eyes quickly look to him, snapping out of thought. Sam holds onto his flesh and blood arm again, squeezing tightly this time.

“That’s all in the past. What’s now is now,” Sam states.

“That’s easier said than done,” the soldier almost snaps.

Sam rolls his eyes while shaking his head. “I know it’s easier said than done. But saying some shit out loud helps, even if it may seem fruitless at first.”

Bucky swallows thickly, watching Sam intently. Sam can see so many thoughts flickering and spiralling around his head. He’s just gotta make up his mind to what he’ll choose to say.

“I know this may not be the time, but c-can I kiss you?” Bucky asks, his gaze wondering back down to his hands, picking his nails anxiously. He always felt so stupid asking for affection. Feeling guilt when he only asks for a simple kiss.

Sam chuckles lightly. “Only if you don’t change the topic next time.”

Bucky doesn’t respond to that. He cups Sam’s face without a second thought softly with his Vibranium hand and kisses him with only a grunt in response to the other male. Gently at first before deepening it with a neediness that is borderline touch starved. Sam holds on tightly to Bucky’s arm, letting the other man lead. He kisses like some romantic idiot from a cheap romance movie. But it’s perfect for Sam.

And if this eases the pain a little in the soldier’s mind. If it helps him navigate his words, or just simply makes him feel better in that moment alone. Then Sam would allow himself to be the distraction to the nightmares.

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:3

[k1tk4ttt]

Yeah sex is good but have you ever found a 200k word fic of your favorite characters with your favorite trope?

[azriona]

Thanks for the reblog! ❤️❤️❤️

Beach Day (MCU ficlet)

Pairing: Sam/Bucky

Deets: Gen (it's a meet-cute!), 2.5k words, No Powers Beach AU

Summary: Bucky is thirsty for many reasons. (Spoiler alert: one of them is the lifeguard on duty.) (Second spoiler alert: Sam's the lifeguard.)

“You’re staring again,” says Steve, which is all it takes for Bucky to whip his head back from where his gaze had strayed to where he’s meant to be looking instead, off into the horizon like he’s trying to ignore the girl wrapped around his leg without falling off the sea-sprayed rock he’s standing on. “Can you blame the guy?” says Natasha lazily, as if she’s not dead-ass weight trying to pull Bucky off the damn rock. “The lifeguard’s cute.” “The lifeguard is on the beach,” says Steve, cold and uncaring and not looking up from his sketchpad. “And Rudolpho Alfonso McHunk is supposed to be staring off into the sunset.” “Then someone should’ve let Rudolpho Alfonso McHunk wear sunglasses, the sunset’s burning my corneas,” grumbles Bucky. “Stop squinting, you’re ruining the lines on your face.” “Draw faster,” retorts Bucky. “His shift’s nearly over.” “How do you know when his shift is over?” “Because he’s been sitting on that goddamn lifeguard chair as long as you’ve had us posing for this goddamn drawing,” complains Bucky.

Will Bucky get to flirt with the cute lifeguard? And more importantly, will the cute lifeguard flirt back, or squash him like a sand bug? Find out on AO3.

[oneofstarkskids]

girl back home

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1822 (new record?? 🤭)

genre: a lil bit of everything, but mostly fluff. you know.

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD ‼️

It was already February, and you were long overdue for some sunshine. The snow is always beautiful, especially with twinkling lights reflecting off of it. But those lights are gone now, and all you're left with is this chill to your bones.

You cling tightly to Bucky's arm, watching your steps carefully. "You okay?" He asks with a pink nose.

You can't speak without your jaw shaking violently, so you simply nod.

"I told ya' you should've brought gloves," he says with a know-it-all essence. The low temperatures must've been slowly freezing your brain cells because you didn't even make a snide remark.

The two of you finally reach your apartment building and make your way up to your floor. As soon as you're in the door, he takes your coat for you. "And you wanted ice cream," he snickers before hanging the coats and starting on a pot of coffee.

"I'll admit, I've had better ideas," you say before hurrying over to the messy pile of blankets on the couch, desperate for warmth.

After a few moments behind the counter, he walks over carrying your favorite mug. The one with the little yellow duck on it.

"Here ya' go, doll."

You give him a grateful peck on the cheek and grab the mug, careful not to burn yourself.

He moves to scooch in close to you, but his phone rings right on que. He sighs before pulling it out of his back pocket, "Hello?"

There's a pause and Bucky's face falls. "Not really a good time," he says with annoyance.

After a much longer pause, he nods as if the person on the other end can see him. "Alright, I'll be there."

He takes the phone away from his ear and hangs up. You give him that look.

"They're calling me into Washington. They want to have another meeting about the whole congress thing." Bucky trails off.

You nod, "Well, when do you leave?"

"Tonight."

The word hangs in the air for a moment as both of you contemplate the next move.

"And when are you supposed to be back?" You asked.

Bucky gave you an apologetic smile, "Valentine's Day."

You tried not to overreact. This was his job. It was important to him, and you wanted to be supportive. Besides, it wasn't like Valentine's Day was any more special than the other days when you got to spend your entire life with the man you loved.

"That's okay! We can work with that, we'll just celebrate later that night. Dinner, maybe?" You tried to be optimistic.

Bucky's demeanor changed, "You know, that's what I love about you?" He set his mug down on the coffee table and leaned over you.

"Oh, really?" You asked with the biggest grin.

"Mhm," he placed a soft kiss on your jawline.

You bit your lip to keep from grinning, "What else do you love about me?"

And Bucky did leave that night, with a dazed look and smirk on his lips. If that was how you said goodbye, he couldn't wait to see how you welcomed him back.

He kept in touch with you the entire time he was in Washington. Phone calls, FaceTime, endless texting. It was only for a couple days, but he never wanted to go a minute without hearing your voice.

But the plane ride there. It was hell. Not being able to see your eyes light up. Not being able to kiss those perfect lips. The guilt of leaving you behind began to weigh him down. Another fight he couldn't avoid.

The only moment he got a break from his self loathing was when he visited Sam. "Hey, buddy." The two patted each other on the backs.

"Got a knack for getting yourself in trouble don't you, Sam?" Bucky teased.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "If I recall, a lot of the trouble I've gotten into has been on your behalf."

Bucky laughed and nodded his head as if to say "touché".

"How's the girl," Sam asks, his smile reflecting his fondness for you.

Your beautiful boy just grins from ear to ear, "She's great. She's always great."

"Would you look at that," Sam says. "The man who never smiles just can't seem to stop."

Bucky shakes his head, still the flicker of a smile on his face, "She makes me...a better man."

Sam looks down at the ground. Grappling with his thoughts.

Bucky notices and turns to him.

"None of this," he gestures to Joaquin in the hospital bed, struggling to maintain stability, "is your fault."

"I don't know, Buck. I'm not cut out for this," Sam said. It wasn't something Bucky hadn't heard before. He knew his friend had always dealt with feeling unworthy of Steve's title.

"This shield was made for you, just as much as it was made for Steve. He wouldn't have given it to you if he didn't believe that himself," Bucky reassured him.

Sam let it sink in for a minute before cocking his head towards Bucky, "Damn. We're doing pep talks now?"

Bucky let out a laugh that was partially a scoff. He couldn't catch a break. "I meant it, Samuel. This was my last day here, and I had to make sure you knew that before I left."

Sam nodded, "Thank you, Bucky."

"I love you, Buddy." The blue eyed man said back.

"Now, I've got a plane to catch and a girl back home to surprise," He said with a skip to his step.

Sam watched him leave before muttering under his breath, "Damn soldier's gone soft."

The airport was packed with people. Long lines wrapped through the hallways. Bucky tried to push his way through. Tried to get an answer.

"What's going on?"

A stranger turned around, "They're delaying all the flights. Something about a security issue nearby."

Bucky found a group of people crowded around a television and squeezed in to get a better view. "President Ross reportedly transformed into what people are already calling 'Red Hulk' after massive White House meltdown." Footage flashed across the screen of what was indeed a cherry tomato colored Hulk surrounded by a burning white house.

The growl that erupted from the beast vibrated the speakers. Bucky's shoulders dropped in disappointment as he picked up the phone to call you.

You answered almost instantly, "Buck?" Your voice was weak with worry and it sounded like you were already expecting bad news.

"The flights are delayed, doll. Turn on the news," Bucky said.

"I've seen it," You replied softly.

"I don't know how long-" Bucky started but you cut him off. "Hey, don't worry about that. Just, get home safely. Please."

Bucky swallowed, "I will."

"I love you, James."

"I-" The line went dead. He quickly checked the phone to see what had happened. NO SERVICE.

Bucky was desperate to find a way back to you.

Meanwhile, Sam was getting his ass kicked by a giant blood clot. "Ross, listen to me. You know this place. You used to go here all the time with, Betty."

The creature that was once the president growled in his face.

"Alright, that didn't work."

Sam dove behind a car, narrowly avoiding another blow from the hell hulk. "You don't want to talk it out. Fine by me," Sam rolled away from the car just as the hulk smashed the gas tank.

The explosive vehicle flew towards the now Captain America, and with his improved vibranium wings from the Wakandan's he was able to slice the car in half.

His victory was short lived as the hulk grabbed him by the wing and ripped it off. Sam fell to his knees, feeling like he'd lost the war. At that moment, a spray of bullets bounced off of the angry monster's back. It turned around, focusing it's deep red eyes on the all too familiar Winter Soldier.

Sam was now an afterthought as the Red Hulk raced towards Bucky. The soldiers vibranium fist made a loud clank as it collided with the much larger one.

The high pitched whip of metal rang through the air and Sam's shield dug into the President's back. Bucky smiled like a proud father.

Together, Sam and Bucky were able to keep the hulk away from civilians and wear him out until backup arrived. But it was the memory of his daughter and the drive to be a better man that transformed his outer appearance as well.

Bucky was slouched against a police car as paramedics carried the President away. "What happened to the girl back home thing?" Sam walked over to him.

"Couldn't catch my flight. Besides, I figured you needed me more." Bucky said.

"Stop tryna butter me up," Sam shook his head. "I'll get you on a private jet, but you owe me."

Bucky extended his fist, starting off their handshake. "Take care, pal."

Sam finished it off, "Same time next week?"

You were curled up on the couch, exactly where Bucky had left you. It was Valentine's Day, and your husband was off to God knows where probably risking his life.

And the only thing you could do about it was sit here and wait. With a box of chocolates. And a few Ryan Gosling movies.

Then, you heard the rattling of a key in the door. It was so unexpected that you almost considered it had just been people that had come to take you away.

Bucky pushed the door open, dropping his heavy duffel bags and extending his arms to you. You quickly jumped up, chocolates flying, and ran over to him.

The contrast between being out in the cold and now being in your warm embrace was a shock to Bucky's system.

He smelled like ash and sweat, but underneath that he smelled like him.

"I thought-" Your eyes involuntarily began to tear up.

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes with an intensity that made you blush, "I couldn't leave my best girl alone on Valentine's Day."

Your heart skipped a few beats and your face was permanently carved into a smile.

"Oh, almost forgot." He reaches into his pocket.

When he held out the palm of his hand, a silver chain with the letter B dangling from the end of it replaced the empty space.

"Bucky," you said, wiping away more tears to no avail. It was so much more than jewelry to you. It was proof that time after time, Bucky would find a way. That you were his priority and that would never change.

"It's beautiful."

He unclasped the necklace before gently turning you around to put it on you. "For the most beautiful girl," he said when he was done.

You turned around and kissed him, combing your hands through his hair. He looked into your eyes, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

"I've got something for you too," you smirked.

"You do?" He asked knowingly, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Mhm," you pulled him closer by his shirt. You were going to do more than just tell him how much you missed him.

[caxapthecat]

John Walker is a bad person!!

hope this helps 🥰

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Okay, kind of in a moodboard mood, so here's two for the @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Valentine's Day Week 2025 prompt "Gifts". Enjoy! 🥰

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Thank you for reading and reblogging 🥰

Cock Warming - Bucky Barnes Bingo - Y1

AN: So this ended up being a lot fluffier than it was supposed to be, lol. Massive thanks to @christywantspizza for spitballing the ideas for this with me and beta-ing.

This fits in with my SamBucky Stories 'verse

Series Master list | Main Master list

Relationship: Sam x Bucky

Word count: 2.4k

CW: Fluff, Undernegotiated kink, Dom Sam Wilson, Sub Bucky Barnes, Sub space, Self-loathing and issues with self-worth, boys in love

“God damn it!”  Sam winced at Bucky’s exclamation, and also at the way the door bounced off the wall behind him, as he stormed into their room at the new Avengers compound.

“C’mon, Buck. It wasn’t that bad.”

Bucky just let out a grunt and stabbed his knife down into the table. Sam was glad they were here in upstate New York and not at home. Bucky continued to huff as he practically tore his tac jacket off, dropping it on the floor, before striding over to the small fridge in the kitchen area. Pulling the door open, practically yanking it off its hinges - wouldn’t be the first time- he grabbed the carton of juice and brought it to his lips, gulping down the tart liquid and wiping the excess off with the back of his hand. 

Sam, still in his suit, minus the wing pack - ‘cos that shit was heavy - stood, watching.

“I almost fucked up, Sam.”

Bucky moved to the couch and dropped down onto it, elbows resting on his knees and arms dangling between his spread thighs.

“I almost got those civilians killed. Fuck! There were kids in that group, and they almost…”

He dropped his head into his hands, and Sam could tell his mind was going a mile a minute, reliving that horrifying moment over and over. Sam knew Bucky well, knew him well before they got together. Knew that without some kind of intervention he’d get stuck in a spiral of self-doubt and self-destruction. An episode like this hadn’t happened in a while, not since the change in their relationship and Sam was musing over the best way to deal with it. He had a thought, wasn’t sure how it would go, but just maybe…

Shutting the door to their room, he leant the Shield up against the wall, out of the way, before walking over to Bucky.

“Bucky, Sugar, it’s alright. Almost isn’t did. You saved them, baby. They’re all okay.”

Bucky lifted his head and worried at the nails on his right hand with his teeth. Emotions were swirling in the grey depths of his eyes. Sam dropped to a crouch in front of him, taking hold of both his hands, the difference in temperature between them both familiar and odd at the same time.

“You need to get out of your head. I’ve got a plan to help, but I need you to agree. You trust me?”

Bucky’s lips twitched in a small, albeit brief smile.

“Always trust you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a tender kiss to Bucky’s brow, and tightened his grip on the hands in his own.

“You got a colour for me then. Baby?”

He saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, realisation hitting him, and then a flush started to make its way up the supersoldier’s neck.

“Green, Sammy. I want you to help me.”

“I know. I know. Always so good for me, when I ask.”

Sam leant forwards and kissed him, trying to put all his love and reassurance into it, and taking Bucky’s hurt and vulnerability. It didn’t last too long; Sam had further plans, but it lasted enough to send Bucky just a little bit sweet. Sam pulled Bucky to his feet and then turned around.

“Help me out of my suit, Buck. Nice and steady. No need to rush. Then when you’re done, you’re gonna strip off, tidy the clothes, including your tac jacket over there, back into their proper places and then come and join me in the bathroom, okay?”

No reply. Sam rolled his eyes to himself. Bucky had probably nodded.

“I need words, sweetheart. You gonna do what I’ve asked?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Bucky’s voice was soft and low. That was the voice of James Buchanan Barnes, as opposed to Sgt. Barnes. Sam loved that it was mainly reserved for him, this gentler, sweeter persona. It sent a frisson of warmth up his spine.

Bucky’s hands came to Sam’s back, slowly working the zipper, dragging it down to where it stopped at the swell of Sam’s ass. The only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing and that particular metallic sound of metal teeth unmeshing from each other. Bucky moved round to Sam’s front and eased the suit over Sam’s shoulders in turn, pulling the vibranium fabric off of each toned and muscular arm. Despite the ease of the task, he was putting all his concentration into it, being as delicate and reverent as possible.

When both of Sam’s arms were free, Bucky dropped to his knees so he could push the suit lower, sliding it off Sam’s backside and down his strong thighs. A quick pause, so he could remove Sam’s shoes, and then the suit was over each of Sam’s feet, leaving him only dressed in his long suit undershorts and tight fitting tee. 

Bucky looked up from his position on the floor, and Sam felt his heart jump and heat suffuse his body.

“Help with the rest of it, Buck, then you can tidy up while I get the shower ready.” Sam’s voice was husky, and his heart started to race as Bucky nodded again (Sam let him off this time) and curled his fingers, those fingers that could touch so gently or maim so violently, around the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down.

His blue-grey eyes lingered momentarily on Sam’s cock, which was sporting a half chub, before he stood and pulled Sam’s tee up and over his head, rendering him naked.

“Thank you, Buck.” Sam cupped his boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the scruff tickle his palm, and aware of how Bucky leant into him. 

“Being so good for me, baby. I’ll see you in a few moments. Don’t take too long. We need to get washed up.”

Sam turned away and strode through to the bathroom, a sway to his hips. His Bucky radar let him know he was being stared at, as he went. It wasn’t the ‘murder’ stare though. No, this was the ‘lust’ stare; Sam was familiar with the feeling of both by now.

He left the door to the bathroom ajar as he turned on the shower. There were various jets and heads, and Sam was more than thankful for them, given the state of his muscles after this latest fight. He needed to relax as much as Bucky did and he hoped his plan would allow that for both of them.

Bucky appeared on silent feet. Sam was used to that by now, and luckily, because he was expecting it this time, it didn’t make him jump. 

“Arm off, Buck. I’ll help you clean it properly later.”  

He grasped Bucky’s left arm, to take the weight and stop it from falling to the floor when released, and Bucky brought his right arm up to type in the disengage code. A whirl and a series of fast clicks and vibranium came free from Bucky’s shoulder joint.

Sam placed the prosthetic on the bench and turned back, with a soft smile on his face. He held out his hand, and Bucky placed his right into it, allowing Sam to pull him underneath the spray. Both of them let out moans as the hot water pummelled at their bruises and knots. For a moment, Sam just stood there, Bucky in his arms, as the water caressed them, and cut out the outside world, but as much as he might like to, they couldn’t stay like that forever.  

Easing back, Sam directed Bucky to turn, before plucking the correct shampoo from the shower caddy; he’d accidently used his shampoo on Bucky’s hair once, and it hadn’t gone well. Sam lathered some up in his hands, before setting to massaging Bucky’s scalp, humming a Marvin Gaye tune as he went. Bucky’s body relaxed slightly, making Sam smile. With Bucky’s chestnut locks all soaped up, Sam grabbed the washcloth and shower gel, and started to work on cleansing Bucky’s body. 

When he got to the angry mass of scar tissue on Bucky’s left shoulder he stopped briefly.

“Hard or soft, Sugar?”

Sometimes Bucky needed the shit pummelled out of his shoulder, and sometimes he could barely stand for it to be touched. It was better for both of them if Sam checked each time.

“Hard,” came the choked out reply, and Sam pressed a kiss to the juncture of Bucky’s shoulder and neck before digging into the solid flesh.

Bucky’s head dropped forwards and his right hand closed tight into a fist before reopening again.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Mmm-hmm. Feels good, Sammy.”

After spending a few minutes working the muscles, Sam turned Bucky so that one of the side jets continued to press into that spot. He then set to work cleaning the rest of Bucky’s war weary body. 

He displayed his love without words, soaping and stroking and rinsing, pressing kisses to the larger scars that littered the canvas of Bucky’s skin. Each kiss was an ‘I love you’, a ‘you are wanted’, and by the time Sam got to Bucky’s feet, and looked back up, he was almost certain there were tears in Bucky’s eyes. 

He rose back up, tilting Bucky’s head back and rinsing out the shampoo bubbles, before applying a small amount of conditioner to the ends. He kissed Bucky’s wet, closed eyelids and then gave his own hair and body a wash. The last thing was to wash out Bucky’s conditioner before shutting off the shower and wrapping Bucky in a large, warm towel.

“Still green, baby?”

“Of course, Sammy.”

“Come on then.” 

Towel around their waists, Sam led Bucky back to the lounge. He sat down on the sofa, splayed his legs, causing his towel to fall to the sides, and turned on the TV. Bucky, sensing he was supposed to be doing something, but not sure what, looked down at him, expectantly, his right hand toying with the edge of his towel.

“Kneel down, Sugar. Get yourself all comfortable and rest your head on my thigh.”

Bucky shuffled forwards, moving down as Sam said, and shifted his head, including damp hair, on Sam’s warm skin. Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s head, a gentle weight to help Bucky relax.

“Colour?”

“Still green, Sam.”

“Okay. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and keep me warm while I watch some TV. Don’t suck. You just gotta keep it all nice and warm, alright? Sound good, baby?”

Bucky met Sam’s gaze and let out a small whine.

“Good boy. In your own time, Buck. You can get me hard first if you want to.”

Sam settled back against the cushions and started to surf through the channels, searching for something mind numbing, and trying to ignore his sweet boyfriend between his legs; a near impossible task.

Bucky’s warm breath fanned against the sensitive skin of Sam’s thighs and balls. His cock stirred in anticipation, coming back to the half chub it had had before their shower. Then, Bucky’s hand moved, coming up to take hold of Sam, firmly but gently. Sam’s eyelids fluttered at the familiar touch and he let out a small sigh. This was going to be… well… hard.

Only a few touches later and Sam was fully erect. Bucky lent further forward and gave him a few kitten licks, trying to cover Sam in saliva to make it easier to get as much as possible in his mouth. Sam tried desperately to pay attention to what Abi Shuto was telling Gibbs about the latest naval officer death, as Bucky swallowed him down and then stilled, head resting on Sam’s inner thigh and the breath from his nose tickling the trimmed patch of hair on Sam’s lower abdomen.

Sam stroked Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through the damp locks that were trying to curl slightly as they dried and relaxed into the feeling of Bucky’s mouth around him. Bucky’s always warm body pressed against him, the sound of the two of them breathing the only thing accompanying the television. He was aware that, gradually, Bucky’s breathing slowed, that he was resting more against Sam’s leg than holding himself up. Bucky’s eyes were shut and some drool was escaping, dampening Sam’s balls, but he couldn’t complain. Bucky might not be asleep, but he was quiet and relaxed. Escaping the demons that plagued him, for at least a short time.

The episode finished and another one played, and Sam finally realised they’d been there about an hour. He moved his hand to Bucky’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the prominent bone, rousing his lover back to reality.

“Hey, Jamie, baby, you good?”

Bucky pulled himself off Sam’s cock, that was back to the half chub stage, and blinked, sleepily. He looked so delicate and sweet, a thousand miles away from the deadly assassin the world thought him to be. Sam took the edge of his towel and wiped at the edges of Bucky’s mouth to remove the bits of drool.

Bucky swallowed heavily.

“Mmm good, Sammy. Sleepy.”

“I know, baby. So good for me. So pretty and sweet.”

Bucky flushed again and Sam felt that familiar thrill ripple through him. He didn’t often get the urge to dom Bucky, but, hell, the man was just so beautiful when he went all submissive; when he allowed himself to be cared for. This was the first time, though, that they’d done something like this, and it felt good. The plan to get Bucky out of his head had worked.

Bucky blinked again, and yawned, looking for all the world like a sleepy kitten, and Sam decided it was probably time for bed.

“Come on, Sugar, let’s get to bed and sleep. If we wake up hungry in a few hours, we’ll sort ourselves out then.

They walked through to the bedroom, hand in hand, discarding their towels to deal with later. Sam helped Bucky into some sleep shorts, grabbed some for himself, steered his sleepy boyfriend into the bed and then climbed in himself.

Bucky cuddled right up to his side, arm thrown over Sam’s waist and holding on tight.

“Love you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a kiss to the top of his head.

“Love you too, Jamie-baby.”

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shh! they’re in love they just don’t know it yet!🤭

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— bucky barnes in black panther and tfatws ep. 5 —

I’m totally fine….not crying at all…on my mind 24/7 [ also i know the first pic is from bts…just used it for the parallel ]

[sporadicallychill]

Sam and Bucky cat parents

Sam and Bucky forced to bath Alpine after she made a mess of the leftovers cooling on the counter.

Alpine internally: Fathers are cruel? Fathers are unloving? Fathers drench Alpine?!? Fathers soak Alpine like the dirty dish?!? Jail for fathers! Jail for fathers for 1000 years!!!

Alpine externally: Meow? MEOW? Meorrrrrw!!!!!

Sam: *sudsing up Alpine* What's this? The consequences of your own actions?! Maybe we don't "if it fits, it sits" in the lasagna next time?

Bucky: *holding Alpines paws gently, but firmly with his metal hand (so she doesn't scratch them to shreds) Sorry buddy, but I'm with Sam on this one.

[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 :( 

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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.”

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For your milestone can i order a sambucky heart fill confess with the prompts, another nightmare and can i kiss you.

I found your blog recently from the cyberpunk fics so to know you also write mcu stuff is rad. ✌️ you write excellently man.

Prompt 5 | SamBucky

Synopsis: Bucky wakes from a nightmare and Sam is there to help him through it.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Trauma.

Notes: thank you so much. i haven't written Sambucky stuff in ages but i reckon i cooked up something fucking gawd.

For once in Sam’s life, he was the only one up in the shared apartment. It’s quiet in the place but New York never sleeps as everyone says. Which is true. The hum of cars can be heard through the shutters and the thin walls. It’s small, but it’s comfortable. And cheap enough because hero work doesn’t really pay the best. Or at all.

It had taken a lot of convincing to make the former Winter Soldier move in with him. Bucky had been struggling with keeping his apartment. Rent in the great city of New York isn’t cheap. And being in between transfers with his veteran payments, he isn’t all too finically stable. It’s a lot of court cases to convince the Government that he isn’t going to go deadly assassin again after his time in Wakanda.

Sam nurses a two-litre bottle of orange juice, chugging down as much as he can. He knows for a fact that Bucky will want some of the stuff in the morning, but he couldn’t give too damns at the moment. The bastard ate his leftover muffins that Sarah had given him. So, this is pay back. Even though Bucky didn’t know Sam was keeping those aside for himself. Orange juice can be bought. Sarah’s muffins can’t be made.

At first, the muffled shout that hits Sam’s ears is soft enough that he thinks it’s some crack job outside. Shouting about random shit or that Thanos is upon them again. But when the next shout comes, Sam is quick to put down the juice.

He walks to Bucky’s door a little too urgently for his own good. No more noise comes, but he already has a feeling that Bucky has woken himself up. He hesitates to knock, his knuckles hovering over the wood.

He’s aware of Bucky’s nightmares. The ones that don’t seem to leave no matter how much he talks about them or opens up. Some things don’t leave. Especially with the shit that Bucky has gone through in his life. He can’t blame the man and he doesn’t judge him for it either. Sam finally knocks, softly as to not scare the century old man.

“Bucky?” Sam calls just loud enough to be heard through the door.

There’s shuffling on the other side before the door opens up a tad. The New York lights shine in through open windows, illuminating Bucky as a dark shadow peeping through a hand width crack. Even in the dark though, Sam can deep just how tired Bucky is. His short hair spikes up every which way and he only wears a bear of boxers.

“Why are you up?” Bucky asks with a furrowed expression.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Sam lies. “Another nightmare?”

The vet looks Sam up and down, but not in a threatened way. There’s so much going on his mind right now that Sam can almost hear his thoughts. He opens the door a little further, looking past Sam to try and figure out just why he’s up so late. It’s close to two in the morning.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asks as he leans against the door frame.

This isn’t out of the norm. Getting stuff like this out of Bucky was almost like dealing with a child at first. But Sam had patience and it won over. He hasn’t done a group therapy with other soldiers dealing with their own ptsd in months. But he thinks he’s alright at the moment with helping Bucky. It makes him feel full. Despite how odd that sounds.

Bucky’s eyes flicker to the ground for a moment before he opens the door wider. He lets Sam in with a grumbled, “Come in then.” He doesn’t close the door fully, leaving it open a crack.

Sam makes himself at home by sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over to turn on the lamp. Bucky throws on a random white shirt from the ground before sitting on the bed as well. He places his face in his palms, his Vibranium arm reflecting light from the bedside lamp. Sam doesn’t pay it any attention, the awe having worn off ages ago.

“Was it the train again?” Sam asks.

“No,” Bucky shakes his head.

Sam hesitates before asking the next question. He’s read over Bucky’s reports once. Once and never again. He knows from the reports on what experimentations Hydra had put the soldier through. But hearing the stories from Bucky’s lips is enough to make Sam feel nauseous.

“Do you remember the year?” Sam asks.

He’s realized that in asking so, it seems to help ground Bucky. His memories of going in and out of cryo are so jumbled and hazy that he didn’t realize just how many years he was losing.

“I-“ Bucky pauses, “I couldn’t tell you.”

“What happened this time round?”

The vet sits up straight but doesn’t dare make eye contact with Sam. He tries to smooth out his hair but it’s too no avail. It sticks up every which way, as if his hair is still not use to being so short.

“I’ve told you how I was used to train the other super soldiers. The ones that hydra made after me,” Bucky asks rhetorically before he continues on. “There was this one in particular, I forget his name now. Gone with everything else. But he wouldn’t listen. Didn’t understand that there was no way out of this.”

“You got out,” Sam interrupts.

Bucky’s icy eyes finally glance his way. “After how many years?”

Sam only hums at that, not sure how to answer. He waits for Bucky to continue, his gaze never leaving him.

“Then finally one training session,” Bucky endures as he hunches back over, twiddling his thumbs between his knees, “he snapped. He came at me with blood lust. And with everything that was pent up, and with me being worn down and just so damn tired from all the work… he easily overcame me. He beat me bloody. Beyond bloody even. I can still remember the pain, the bruises that didn’t leave for months afterwards. Even with the serum in me, my wounds didn’t heal for weeks,” Bucky voices cracks here and there as he tries to cover it up with clearing his throat.

But Sam can see the memory playing as freshly as if it’s happening now behind those pale blue eyes. A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

Sam frowns, exhaling slowly before reaching out and places a hand on the vet’s shoulder. Bucky doesn’t flinch away, instead looks to Sam like a hurt street pup.

“That pain is in the past,” Sam enquires softly. “Nothing can change that. But maybe you’re holding onto it because it’s familiar. Or because you thought you did something wrong. Maybe because you thought you could keep that man in line.”

Bucky exhales shakily, his gaze becoming long once again. “That’s the thing. I did set him in line at the end. They- They made me-” he clears his throat, looking back down at his twiddling thumbs. “They made me put him down like some dog, Sam.”

“So you think you didn’t do him just?” Sam asks, squeezing Bucky’s shoulder.

The soldier shrugs softly. “I’m not sure on that. Is it bad that I think it’s more just putting him down than allowing him to become Hydra’s little plaything?”

Sam is quiet for a heartbeat, not wanting to stay silent for too long. “No. But at the same time, I don’t think you should hold yourself accountable because you were both under Hydra’s thumb. Both being played a game you didn’t you head or tail of.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I did it,” Bucky grumbles.

“But it’s the fact that you’re trying to do better on top of that, Buck.”

Bucky glances at Sam, opening his mouth to snap at him for calling him that. But he stops himself, his gaze flickering off again. A taxi horn honks loudly outside, but neither of them pays it any attention.

“Look,” Sam squeezes Bucky’s shoulder again before sliding down and grabbing onto his forearm gently. “Those things you did. That person you were. Is all gone now. Wakanda made sure of that. There’s only Bucky.”

The vet looks to Sam’s hand on his arm, a sad look coming to his eyes. But he receives a soft, sweet smile that warms Sam’s heart. He’s won tonight. Even if it’s a little victory, he’s won.

“You’re too sweet on me, Sam,” Bucky mumbles.

It seems so out of character yet not at the same time. Sam raises a brow at him, waiting for him to continue on with what else is on his mind. A warm, metal hand is placed over his own instead and Sam can feel his heart skip a beat. But he collects himself quickly.

It’s hard though when Bucky looks at him like that. With a soft smile on his lips and his warm yet icy gaze looking directly at him. He’s always had a staring problem, but Sam’s never been truly bothered by it. The soldier that Sam always sees is gone in this moment. It’s just the Bucky he’s grown to know that’s under all the fucked up shit.

“I’m going to ask you something stupid right now,” Bucky says, his voice low and barely a whisper. But Sam hears it all the same in the night.

“Go right ahead,” Sam blurts out a little too quickly.

Bucky turns to Sam a little bit more, squeezing his hand in the process.

“This might be one sided but I’ve lived too long to care,” Bucky chuckles breathlessly to himself, as if what he’s just said his humorous. Sam can’t take his eyes off him, swallowing a thick lump in his throat. “Can I, kiss you?”

Sam short circuits, staring blankly at Bucky for a tad too long. He feels his heart skip a beat again, as if he’s about to have a heart attacked or something, blinking a few times a tad shocked. The vet sighs deeply, pulling away his hand from Sam’s.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky says as he looks down.

But Sam snaps out of it, grabbing onto his Vibranium arm to draw Bucky closer. He crashes their lips together a little too harshly, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know what’s taken a hold of him, but having this, flag waving above their heads now saying it’s the all go is all Sam needed. The kiss is warm and everything Sam would have expected.

He’s seen the little flirts and flashes of who Bucky use to be in the 40’s. He’s heard Steve talk about him from before he got all jacked with super serum. And Bucky doesn’t disappoint.

Bucky pulls away first with a breathless chuckle. He holds onto Sam’s hand tightly, as if he’s afraid he’ll run away from him. But Sam is still as stiff as ice, frozen in place as he looks to Bucky as if this isn’t real. If it was this easy to shut Sam up at times he would have done this much, much sooner.

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Hope your enjoyed this ;)

[reginaphalangelobster]

Heyy, because I love your writing so much I wanted to ask something!

So what about Wanda Maximoff x reader like romantic... like wands and y/n are really really close friends, but also they're in love with each other, and because of the Valentine's Day Wanda will take a step and will send her secret love greetings all week long such as (flowers, love letters...) and y/n, She's so curious about who's sending them to her that she finally catches Wanda in the act.

And they 💋

I hope u understand, because I'm so sorry about my English!

THANK YOU!

This is SUCH a cute request, I love it!! I decided to turn it into a drabble series, I hope you enjoy!

Not So Secret Admirer - February 7th

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You start getting anonymous Valentines and you're determined to find out who is sending them.

Warnings: None, just cute

Word Count: 400

Part 1 of 7

February 7th

You had just finished your morning training session with Steve when you walked back to your room. As you approached you saw a single red rose placed delicately in the door handle. You tilted your head to the side as confusion painted your features. You plucked the rose from the door and took a deep breath. The beautiful aroma coating your senses, it was sweet and fresh, you could smell the faint remnants of water droplets.

You opened your door and were met with rose petals beneath your feet. You let out a soft giggle and your face was painted with a huge smile. You looked into the rich red and it reminded you of one person and one person only. Wanda. The depth and complexity mingled with the soft nature and beauty.

You had known Wanda for a long time, you became an Avenger around the same time she did and you bonded with each other very quickly. You had lost people close to you so you were able to help Wanda with her brother's death. She told you all about Pietro and Sokovia, she even taught you a few words and recipes. Wanda was your best friend, the person you trusted, the person you always turned to, the person you loved.

"Y/n" The sound of Sam saying your name startled you out of your thoughts.

"Yes?" You ask as you open the door.

"You busy?"

"No, is something the matter?"

"I need your advice"

"Come in" You usher him over to the couch and sit down.

"See I've got this friend. And my friend is in love with their best friend and they won't say anything. Their friend is clearly in love with them too but my friend can't see or maybe is afraid of seeing it"

"I think I know the solution"

"You do?'

"It's simple. Tell Bucky how you feel"

"Bucky?! What?!"

"Just tell him, Sam. Like you said, he clearly loves yo back"

"He does? No, that's not my point. The friend isn't me"

"Sure they aren't"

"No, I really mean it"

"And I believe you"

"Stop that"

"Stop what?"

"Saying you believe me when you don't"

"Okay, Sam"

"You know you are just so-" He took a deep breath "I have to go, I'm late for training"

"With Bucky?"

"Yes, no, just stop it!"

You laughed to yourself as he stormed out of your room, you knew he was crazy but this was new.

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