#sambucky masterlist

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G-Rated Sam/Bucky Masterlist

5 Times Bucky Fell And Sam Caught Him (ao3) - annhamilton G, 10k

Summary: ….plus the one time he didn’t.

5 Times Peter Was Suspicious About Sam and Bucky (ao3) - 27dis G, 2k

Summary: And one time he was sure about it.

Ache For You (ao3) - tavana_lee G, 5k

Summary: “Sam. There’s things I feel for you, things I cannot even begin to explain and I- I get nervous around you. I can’t concentrate, I lose my train of thought and I ach- I ache for you.” _

Bucky & Sam get stuck inside, and the tension is too much to bare.

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn’t like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn’t part of the team.

All I Ever Wanted (ao3) - alby_mangroves, seratonation G, 14k

Summary: Florist/tattooist AU. When Steve and Tony decide to get married Bucky and Natasha volunteer to organise the wedding for them. As it turns out the florist is one Sam Wilson and Bucky really didn’t stand a chance.

as fate would have it (ao3) - glittercake G, 3k

Summary: “Red very lost,” It says, surprising the shit out of Bucky.

He stares at it and says, “What?!”

The bird honest to god sighs and repeats, “Red. Very. Lost.”

“Yeah, no shit, pal.” he murmurs, making his way down the sidewalk. “So, your name’s Red, huh?”

“No shit, pal,” says Red.

or, Bucky meets Sam in a very roundabout kind of way.

Covert Coffee & Flirtation Special (ao3) - glittercake G, 5k

Summary: The reporter says “—for Captain America to—”

And Bucky rolls his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. “Not a fan?”

“Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield? Come on.”

“Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he’s on?” Kate says. “Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?”

“He’s a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not.”

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

double dare (ao3) - ohjustpeachy G, 8k

Summary: “Forget it,” Bucky grits out. “Forget I said anything. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Samuel, I’m sure I can get another train.”

“Oh no, don’t you ‘Samuel’ me. Come on, be my friend, Buck, I dare you. I double dare you,” Sam grins.

(Or, Bucky follows his therapist’s advice to cultivate friendship, Sam makes him work for it, and by the time he’s sure they’re friends, Bucky has an entirely new problem on his hands.)

((LOVE))

family man (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Sam has always been a family man, and Bucky’s heard so many wonderful stories about his family. Sam suggests Bucky comes with him to meet them on his next visit, but just the thought of meeting new people gives Bucky anxiety.

Home (ao3) - stinkykingcharles G, 7k

Summary: To watch someone act completely in love with you one second, then the next moment, they look at you as if you don’t exist to them. Their heart was closed off to you, when they had once worn it so openly in your presence. To watch helplessly as your love… your home was ripped from your grasp. That was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

I'll Take Your Nightmares Away (ao3) - inthesorrows G, 1k

Summary: Of course Bucky’s safe, as long as he’s with Sam he’ll always be safe. But how do you tell that to someone so used to getting hurt and tortured that they’ll do anything to protect themself?

i’m gone (ao3) - bi_marvel G, 3k

Summary: After infiltrating a Hydra base, Sam and Bucky are sent to a safe house, and there’s only one bed. Oh, golly, I wonder what will happen!

just won’t do right (ao3) - glittercake G, 7k

Summary: Sam’s eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres’ shoulder, “This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really.”

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres’ cheeks.

Oh, he realizes.

Oh.

Fuck.

Like the sweetest serenade (ao3) - scotchandwhitelies G, 2k

Summary: Bucky wants to propose but he’s an anxious mess.

lists (ao3) - horjuvuus G, 4k

Summary: “I hate you,” he says once he’s finished. Sam has a bright yellow bandaid on his cheek and it looks ridiculous. Better than blood, though.

“Love you, too,” Sam murmurs and closes his eyes. “Hey, I’m gonna sleep on your couch. Hope that’s ok.”

(or, bucky falls in love and it’s easier than he imagined.)

Luminous Beings We (ao3) - dancingloki G, 9k

Summary: In which Bucky Barnes eats cake, pines over Sam Wilson, and has one good god damned day without anybody trying to kill him

Not Just A Piece Of Tech (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam is more than a little upset that Redwing got destroyed, and Bucky does something about it.

Not Okay (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 960

Summary: Bucky has some feelings about the way Sam was treated by the police.

only wanna be with you (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam is terrified of coming out as asexual to his already current boyfriend, but it turns out he had nothing to be afraid of.

taking shots (ao3) - wilsonsnest G, 2k

Summary: Sam learns three things about Bucky - he can keep a secret, he might be a genius and he knows how to take some good shots.

you are the sun, the moon and all of my scars (ao3) - winterfalconwarrior G, 4k

Summary: When Sam’s born, everyone looks at the baby in horror. The little boy has a big, angry scar all around his left arm. Everyone knows where it comes from without saying a word. Soulmates always have the same scars.

Your Eyes Are my Sunrise (ao3) - patchwork_daydreams (orphan_account) G, 9k

Summary: “Can you pass me the last slice?” Bucky says, motioning to the box next to Sam.

He’s not sure what makes him do it – maybe some last ditch attempt to break this weirdness between them – but Sam picks up the remaining slice of pizza and stuffs the whole thing into his mouth.

“What last slice?” he asks thickly, through his mouthful of pizza crust.

A smile breaks onto Bucky’s face, and Sam thinks thank god. He holds his gaze, just a little too long, and is surprised when Bucky responds by glancing very deliberately down, running his eyes down Sam’s body. Holy fuck, what is this?

“Dick,” Bucky mutters after a moment, his eyes flicking back up to Sam’s face, and quirking an eyebrow.

[livingincolorsagain]

a’s sambucky master-list 2023:

ao3:

Rough Surfaces

There was an inherent loneliness to being Captain America.

And it wasn’t like Sam had never been lonely before. He'd been lonely, he’d been alone, and he’d been lonely and alone, but there was something about this, a feeling so old he was surprised he could still feel it; that it still affected him.

That hollow silence that was once filled with the sound of life.

Figaro meowed and Alpine didn’t answer, and for a split second, Sam forgot. He panicked.

Then he remembered, and it weighed him down, an ache so deep it felt engraved into his very being.

And really, it was fine. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this alone, he could, but.

He didn’t want to.

Mostly, he had started to believe he wouldn’t have to.

The Chance of You

It’s a bright winter morning, with clear skies and a gentle breeze, the sun a welcome kiss of warmth on Bucky’s cold cheeks, when they meet for the first time.

the great war series:

if we survived the great war

The rev of Bucky’s motorcycle cut through the quietness like a clap of thunder in the middle of the night. Sam straightened unconsciously, feeling something bitter and burning rising up his throat.

He strained his ears, waiting with a held breath as Bucky walked in, steps silent, even now, with no other sound to soften them.

All week, Sam didn’t know what he would do when he laid his eyes on Bucky, and now that he was getting closer and closer, Sam felt the last remaining bit of his patience shatter.

somewhere in the haze

It was raining outside still, or maybe again, the lightning momentarily brightening the room, and Sam thought that was what disturbed his sleep, but then the sound of footsteps registered, and his heart skipped, his body jerking in shock. He tried to push off the bed, grab the gun underneath it and investigate, but his body refused to comply, sore and raw as he felt.

The footsteps grew closer, until Sam heard the creak of the bedroom door opening, and the steps stopped and light poured in from the hallway, and it was only then that Sam realized the footsteps were familiar.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Bucky said, sounding faraway.

secrets i have held in my heart (and check out the wonderful gifset made by @saryasy)

The thing about falling was, it was impossible to forget.

You could never forget the drop, the way your heart moved in your chest, as if trying to reach out and hold onto something, to break the fall; the way it jumped and skipped and stopped and raced. You could never forget the roaring wind, the sound of your shout echoing and fading. You could never forget the crash, softened by white snow that grew crimson around you.

Bucky fell once, and it was burned into his memory like a lightning scar on skin, permanent and tender to the touch.

when you unfold me (and tell me you love me)

In the quiet, subdued safe house, the heater groaning was the only sound inside. It was almost, but not quite, masking the howling of the wind outside.

Sam stared out the window, watching the whirlwind of snow as it painted everything a bleak white.

He was hyper aware of the ice pack on his left shoulder, right where Bucky had left it, trying to stay still so as not to pull on the new stitches that went from below his ribcage down to the middle of his stomach.

let me put my lips to something

Bucky took a firm hold of Sam’s wrists, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him in place.

“No,” he said, trying to bite back his smile and be firm, but it was hard when Sam’s eyes were that bright, his gapped-tooth smile so wide and infectious.

Then, Sam’s smile turned a bit mischievous, and he surged forward, mouth open as it latched onto the closest part of Bucky—which happened to be his neck—and bit down.

A small moan escaped Bucky’s lips before he could stop it.

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(also can be read on ao3: love in a few words)

cats, scarfs, and homemade soup

pumpkin spice latte proposal

things you said after it was over

where it hurts

because the world is ending

rules

sock drawer

[wwilsonbarness]

sambucky masterlist

MINORS DNI

requests are open!! please read rules before requesting

✨= angst 🌸= fluff ❤️‍🩹= hurt comfort 🫧 = smut 🖤= dark themes

fair love ✨🌸

wings 🌸

sam takes Bucky out flying.

when we get home 🌸✨

bucky opens up to sam about his past.

still not funny 🌸

basically a continuation of the deleted scene <3

[ronearoundblindly]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist]

Bucky x Reader --

Bath 🌼🔥🦆

Noise 🌼🔥🦆

Fear 🔥⛈️🦆

Clean 🌼🔥🦆

A Long Walk In Winter *** 🌼🔥

A Casual Kiss *** 🌼🔥

A Kiss As Encouragement 🌼🔥

Guilty As Sin (fic title only ask, stucky x reader) 🔥🦆

Companion Animal (Masterlist)

platonic Bucky Barnes x Alpine!Reader Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader

Bucky x OC --

The Stark Legacy (Masterlist)🍀

Ao3 Series: Bucky x Stark's Daughter from an Alternate Timeline to Endgame (epic action/adventure with minor romance)

SAMBUCKY --

Alternate Moves *** 🔥⛈️🌼

When You Wake, Love, I’ll Be There *** 🔥⛈️🌼

What Was Said, We Said For Good *** 🔥⛈️

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[jabbotmohan]

series

sucktember 2022 series E, pairings include m/f, m/m, m/f/m; completed

stay high E, bucky barnes x black ofc; completed

sarahbucky bingo prompt fest E, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, in progress

stand-alone stories

hope on the horizon G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, coffee shop au, completed

not too tired E, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, pwp au, completed

brighter than ever G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, pre-relationship fluff, completed

stevie’s mom has got it goin’ on T unrequited sarah rogers x bucky barnes, eventual sarah wilson x bucky barnes, completed

but keep your heart up T, sam wilson x bucky barnes, domestic fluff, completed

something to talk about G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, au, in progress

the holidate G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, fake dating au, completed

a perfect end to a perfect day G, sarah wilson and bucky barnes, pre-relationship drabble, completed

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Enchant's SamBucky Library Summer Bingo (Camp Edition) Masterlist

[ID: a banner of several green hues with a circle of a campsite at the right and a tree at the left with text that reads 'Enchant Presents: SamBucky Library Summer Bingo Camp Edition Masterlist' / finish ID]

just a list of stuff i've written for the @sambuckylibrary's summer bingo event for the camp edition.

tales beneath the cut.^^

Out on a Supposed Excursion - Hiking

Speaking in Avian - Avian Telepathy

Exchanging Antecedotes by Nearby Bonfires - Campfire Stories

Piling it All Differently - S'Mores

Local Sightseeing of Some Birds (And Some Extreme Appreciation) - Birdwatching

Couple of Co-Counselors - Summer Camp AU

Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong - Stuck in a Tent

Seeking Shelter Through Rainfall - Free Space

Woodsy Stake-Out - Mission Fic

[cobrafantasies]

ALL CAPS BINGO 2023 Masterpost

My final Masterpost for All Caps Bingo 2023, Round One, from @allcapsbingo!

9 fills isn't bad, I'm actually surprised with some of the squares I ended up writing over others

Masterlist below:

B2 - Build My World of Dreams Around You | SamBucky | Rated M | 14,561 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Celebrity AU

B4 - Pizza, but first a date | SamBucky | Rated G | 1,632 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: First Date

B5 - Lately, It's Not Hurtin' Like It Did Before | SamBucky | Rated M | 5,887 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: "What's Going On In That Big Cyborg Brain Of Yours?"

I2 - You Make Me Feel Alive | SamBucky | Rated M | 4,262 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Vibranium

N3 - Across the Multiverse and It All Leads Back to You | SamBucky | Rated T | 12,625 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Free Space

N4 - Love on the Line | SamBucky | Rated E | 7,181 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Long Distance Relationship

G2 - Love Can Touch Us | SamBucky | Rated E | 3,181 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Touch-Starved

G3 - Dancing in a Minefield | SamBucky | Rated M | 5,661 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: "This Isn't Payback, Is It?"

O5 - Safe Place | SamBucky | Rated G | 1,734 words | Complete | AO3 Prompt: Sharing Clothes

[fawniswriting]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Synopsis: The story of a girl and her fallen flowers, as well as a boy who can't seem to forget either of them.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): 1940s!Bucky. 1940s!reader. winter-soldier!Bucky. TFATWS!Bucky. non-linear timeline (time-jumps). childhood friends to lovers. kissing. profanities. canon typical violence. bucky in the electric chair. brief mention of suicidal thoughts. fluff. kinda cheesy if you squint. mild angst. implied death (?). platonic sambucky. bittersweet ending I guess?? (you'll see what I mean)

Author's Note: okayyy so this didn't quite turn out the way I thought it would, but I loveeedd the concept as soon as I got it in my head and still wanted to share this story with you guys 🥺 idk why I seem to struggle translating my ideas properly lately 🫠 anywho, this is officially the shortest piece I've ever written, and I'm actually kind of challenging myself to start writing shorter pieces because I always end up blabbering non-stop in my fics (a side effect to being a yapper, I guess 😭). but despite all, I hope you'll still like this one and find it enjoyable! ❤️ and if you do, please don't forget: like, comment, and reblog 💞

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

“This is for you.”

Twelve-year-old Bucky Barnes looked up from the wriggling worm on the ground and squinted his eyes against the blinding sun. The sky of Brooklyn was the color of his eyes today, bright and vast as if someone had splashed a painter's brush across the horizon. Under the stretch of blue, his gaze landed on you—the new girl at school, the one his classmates had been whispering about since Mr. Morris decided to take everyone out to the park for today's PE lesson. 

Johnny Hurst told Bucky that you were the prettiest dame he had ever seen.

And boy, if the punk weren't telling the truth.

Bucky's eyes flitted over you from head to toe—taking in the slight tilt of your head, the subtle curve of your lips, and the worn blouse that clung to you at least half a size too big—before they finally landed on the hand outstretched towards him.

“What's this?” he asked.

“It's a flower.”

“I can see that.”

Abandoning the worm, Bucky rose to his feet and brushed the dust off his slacks. You observed his movements with fervor, your hand still curling around the yellow daffodil as if its petals held the cosmic tethers that kept the entire universe from falling apart.

You extended your palm further, positioning the flower directly under his nose until he could smell the fragrance caressing his cheeks.

“It's for you,” you repeated.

Bucky's eyes flicked twice between your face and the daffodil. “Is this a trick?”

“No.”

“Someone put you up to this?”

“No.”

“Where'd you get the flower?”

“From there.”

Bucky's eyes followed the direction of your finger, spotting the daffodil bushes located just a few paces ahead. Not in full bloom yet, but nearly. A golden oasis in the midst of a playground of gray and trampled grass.

You turned towards him again, your expression remaining unchanged as you told him, “I picked it up from the ground.”

Bucky stared at the daffodil in silence. “You're giving me a wilted flower?”

“It's not wilted.”

There was a shadow appearing in the center of your forehead. Your fingertips twitched where they hovered attentively around the yellow petals, as though the accusation had offended you, as though Bucky had spoken blasphemy against the flower by calling it wilted.

“It's been on the ground,” Bucky pointed out.

“So? It simply fell off. Doesn't mean it's wilted.”

“Ain't that the same thing?”

“No.” You pouted, your forehead creasing deeper as your hand cradled the daffodil closer to your chest. “A wilted flower is dead. It doesn't have any love remaining inside it. This flower is not like that.”

And then, like some kind of switch had been flipped, you angled your head towards him—entwining his eyes with your steadfast gaze, rendering his legs motionless with the sight of a brilliant grin stretching across your beautiful face.

“This flower still has a lot of love to give to the world,” you proclaimed.

Bucky's heart stuttered.

It must have been a premonition from the heavens when Bucky's arm began lifting of its own accord, receiving the daffodil from your hand and relishing in the elated hum that the gesture elicited. The petals were delicate against the skin of his palm, and Bucky suddenly feared the possibility of crushing them due to his overt carelessness.

“She's yours now.” You beamed, swaying slightly on your feet as your hands clapped in infectious joy. “She'll give you all of her love if you promise to take care of her.”

His lips quirked. “It's a she?”

“Of course,” you replied, the sun glinting radiantly in your pupils. “All the beautiful things in life are a she.”

Bucky couldn't find it in himself to argue.

He watched you leave with heart on his sleeve, bewitched by the ribbon of your laughter dancing in the wind. His fingers curled protectively around the yellow daffodil, his heart singing in tandem with the rhythm of your skipping feet echoing through the earth.

“Hey!” Bucky called out. You stopped halfway in your tracks, smiling at him from the distance like his wildest daydreams made into flesh. “Why me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why'd you decide to give the flower to me?”

The grin on your face widened, and Bucky—bless his heart—thought for a moment that his entire limbs might collapse.

A breeze rustled the surrounding trees, cavorting around until it floated across your cheeks. You stumbled back a step upon its intrusion, your eyes peering shyly under the harsh judgment of the sun. And yet, your smile prevailed—still soft as a wisp, still managing to make Bucky's chest alight with something more precarious than a raging flame.

“Cause you're handsome,” you answered at last, the sound of your giggles resonating throughout the air and straight into Bucky's soul. “Take good care of her, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Blue eyes trailed along as you disappeared around the hedge, remnants of your melodic voice still dithering in the sky, a gentle lull against the wild thumping of his heart. As the world settled into its insipid normal, Bucky Barnes knew that there were two things of which he was absolutely certain.

One: the flower in his hand had now become the most prized possession in his otherwise monotone life.

And two: he had actually never told you his name.

Somehow, Bucky found that he didn't quite mind both.

“Say, handsome. Any chance you could tell a girl where to find a good time around here?”

Bucky hadn't even turned when the smile broke across his lips. 

His soul meandered towards your voice, his heart leaping out of its cage as he took in your entire figure for the first time that night—flowy dress and red lipstick, platform heels and a pair of lips that looked like they held whispers of a secret he would spend a lifetime trying to unravel. Your own smile blinded him as you approached closer, the cadence of your steps a harmonious symmetry with the surrounding ruckus of the carnival. 

“I'd show you a good time, doll.” He smirked once you stood in front of him, your chin tilting up in a way that made Bucky want to drop to his knees and worship the ground you had walked on. “All you gotta do is ask.”

“Really? Just ask?” You hummed, fluttering your lashes and sending a whole swing band loose in Bucky’s gut. “Shame. Here I thought I'd bargain a smooch for your company. Guess I'll just have to give it to someone else, then.”

You didn't have a chance to turn before Bucky yanked you back towards him, firm fingers curling around your wrist like a ship finally mooring to land. He swallowed your surprised yelp with a kiss, devouring your gasps as if the two of you weren't standing under caramel-slicked air and a parade of balloons and shrieks.

“Quit jokin’ about kissing someone else, sweetheart,” he rasped against your lips, fingers resolute where they squeezed around your hip. “Lest you're lookin’ to see me die of a heart attack.”

Your smile bloomed. “Then why don't you kiss me some more, Buck?”

He was more than happy to oblige.

His lips found yours again, slower this time, savoring every second as if he were living on borrowed time. The world around you faded away into an abstract background, centering you in the moment, where everything you yearned and cared for was the hint of sugar you could taste on your boyfriend's lips.

When the two of you parted for the second time, Bucky studied your face as though memorizing a miracle right before his very eyes. It made something stir in the depth of your chest.

“Got you something,” Bucky admitted, excitement and joy spilling out of his skin.

You waited patiently as he reached into his pocket, pulling out an eyeglass case that made your eyebrows pinch in wonder—since when did he wear glasses? But before you could ask, Bucky was already opening the lid, and the view of its content managed to coax a gasp of awe from somewhere within your ribs.

“Bucky, this is amazing.”

You picked up the tiny arrangement between your pointer and middle fingers, admiring the way the flowers were bound together into a miniscule bouquet. They were tethered to one another by a string of stem and twine, a thread of nature and mankind, existing side by side in an eternal waltz that fate had bestowed upon them.

Your chest tapered, bringing the tiny bouquet closer to your heart as you captured the giddy blue of Bucky’s eyes. “You made this yourself?”

“I did.” Bucky nodded, his chest inflating in a pale delight. “Well, Becca helped. Who could've guessed that tying a yarn around flower stems required nimble fingers, huh?”

You laughed along, concealing the way your insides were melting into a puddle as if this weren't the nicest gesture anyone had ever done for you.

“Ma gave me an earful when she saw me in the garden, dirt on my hands and knees, lookin’ for fallen blossoms. Said I'd better get some proper flowers for my girl if I didn't want her runnin’ off with another fella.” Bucky chuckled. “But I told her this was more special. After all, these buds ain't wilted yet, which means—”

“They still got love to give,” you whispered, void of air and yet brimming with boisterous affection. You kissed his chin and rewarded him a grin. “You know who else got love to give, Buck?” 

Bucky laughed, that rare, beautiful sound that always seemed too big for the world to hold. He cupped your cheek like he was holding a precious porcelain, leaning closer until your foreheads rested against one another.

"Yeah, sweetheart." He breathed, nudging his nose to yours. "I sure as hell do.”

“Mission report,” a voice commanded.

In the center of the room, the Soldat sat on a throne made of metal and terror. A cushion designed not for rest, but for bearing witness to the drips of blood pooling beneath restraint-bound limbs. Other soldiers stood all around the room, their cowardice louder than their breathing, their backs refusing to peel from the walls as if it could absolve them of their complicity.

The quiet stretched.

Out of the shadows, the tall, fiendish man emerged, carrying the kind of cruelty that even hell would cower from. He examined the Soldat and raised his eyebrows, noting down the asset's lack of response—an observation for later, an error to repair as if the Soldat had been a mere machine instead of a living soul.

The man stepped closer, repeating himself with a bellowing voice that would beckon the dead from their graves, “Mission report, Soldat.”

Still no answer.

The tension sweltered.

“What's wrong with him?” another man chimed in.

The first one shook his head, his mind already gearing, going through the motions on how he could pick apart and assemble the Soldat into something new, something better. But before he could jot down the evil plan on his notepad, his gaze slid downward, spotting the defensive curl of the Soldat's flesh fist hidden partly by his right thigh.

“There is something in his hand.”

The second man sprung into action, approaching the chair and demanding the frozen man on it to unclench his fingers, now. But the Soldat didn't move, not even a single indication to acknowledge the receival of the command. Even when the smack thundered across his cheek, the Soldat continued to stand his ground, a show of defiance through the very last thing he could still afford.

“Soldat.” The first man attempted again, a cold edge coursing through his words. “Give us what's in your hand before we put you back in the cryo.”

The Soldat didn't say anything, but his fingers flexed—just a tiny bit—though it was enough to help the second man pry the mysterious object out of the Soldat's hand.

“What is it?” the first man asked, a hint of impatience leaking through his practiced image.

“It's, uh… It's…” the second man stammered. 

He turned his palm around, confusion palpable in his eyes as he showed his colleague the mysterious object that the Soldat had guarded with more ferocity than any weapon they’d ever placed in his hands.

A slightly crumpled yellow daffodil.

“It's a flower?” the first man nearly roared. “It was just a fucking wilted flower?”

“It's not wilted.”

The room fell into an instantaneous hush. Every pair of eyes inside ambled towards the center of the room, towards the assassin who had just decided to break his silence over the trivial matter of flowers.

The first man turned towards the Soldat with a menacing stare, his eyes a pair of blades as he stepped closer towards the seat of torture, studying the Soldat who was still sitting stiffly as if awaiting the next round of nightmares. But beneath the blue eyes, usually steely and cold, something else had clawed its way through—something fiery and reckless, something akin to humanity.

The first man sneered, turning to the entire room to bark his orders, “Wipe him. And put him in the ice until further notice.”

People moved in a flurry of limbs as soon as the instruction had settled. Amidst the havoc, everybody failed to notice the silent tick of the Soldat's jaw, the scintillating shift of his pupils as unsolicited hands forced him back against the chair, strapping his entire body with restraints that felt more like burning coals against an expanse of skin.

The Soldat kept his eyes trained on the drab surface of the ceiling, bracing himself for the pain to come, for the same searing agony that had muddled his brain far too many times to count. He wouldn't remember much afterwards—wouldn't remember how desperately he kept wishing for death in those horrifying moments—but he would certainly remember the fear. Thrumming under his skin like lightning against a drowning man's ribs.

At the first descent of the machine upon each side of his head, the Soldat suddenly heard it—the voice. 

The one who wasn't his own but sounded like a missing piece of his soul.

The one who always appeared in times when he needed an anchor and something to hold.

The one who had told him to pick up the daffodil while he was on the field.

“Take it,” the voice had adjured. “Take the flower. It's not wilted yet, it has simply just fallen.”

So he did.

And right now, the voice was returning once more, only this time, it didn't come alone.

It came with flashes—images.

An image of laughter and smiles, of promises and dreams. An image of two bodies tangled beneath the sheets, spent breaths and a humming pleasure rushing through bloodstreams.

It came with an image of you.

“It's gonna be alright,” you told him, so gentle and kind that he almost believed it. “Everything's gonna be alright, honey. I'm right here with you.”

The machine awakened with an ominous snarl, triggering a low whine inside his skull, rising gradually until it split the edges of his mind apart. He tried to hold onto something, anything, but there was nothing left inside him except for scraps of bones and a heart mangled beyond any devastation the world could ever imagine.

He was no one. 

No name. No face. No soul. 

Just a body, wired and broken, as mechanical as the chair he sat upon.

As good as wilted.

“You're not wilted.”

The Soldat blinked.

“You've merely fallen, honey,” you assured, smiling so sweetly he could almost taste it on his tongue. “Fallen things aren't wilted. And fallen things—oh, sweetheart—they still have so much more love to give.”

“You dropped one, Sarah.”

Bucky bent down to pick up the flower on the floor, the one that had fatedly fallen from the bouquet of fragrance and colors that Sam's sister was currently moving to a clear vase. The petals fluttered like silk on the skin of Bucky's palm, and his knees nearly gave out from underneath him when he finally took a proper look at the blossom in his grasp.

A yellow daffodil.

“Just throw it away, Buck,” Sarah said from her place in the kitchen. She crumpled the parchment wrapper of the bouquet before throwing it into the bin, the arrangement of flowers now sitting proudly on the kitchen counter. “It's been on the ground, anyway.”

“Just ‘cause it's fallen, doesn't mean it's wilted yet.” Bucky sauntered towards the kitchen, stopping to position the bud amidst the array of petals and stems. “They still got a whole lot of love left to give, you know?”

Sarah's eyebrows rose.

Before she could comment on Bucky's surprising sentiment, Sam came striding into the house, his dark eyes immediately zeroing on the two people standing by the kitchen counter.

“What's this?” Sam asked, suspicion dripping from his voice. “Yo, man, I told you to stop flirting with my sis.”

“Nobody's flirting, Sam. We were just talking,” Bucky clarified. Then, just to ruffle Sam’s feathers, the super soldier flicked his gaze towards Sarah, tilting his lips in the way he used to do when he wanted to coax something out of you. “Right, Sarah?”

The woman giggled, and Bucky could almost beam in satisfaction at the imaginary smoke coming out of Sam's ears.

“He was just helping me, Sam,” Sarah told him. “One of the flowers fell, so he returned it to me.”

“Nuh uh. I don't believe that's all there is. That must be him tryna make a move. That was you making a move, isn't it?” Sam demanded, his gaze jerking aggressively between his sister and a smug Bucky. “What'd he tell you? Whatever it was, don't listen to it. Don't believe him. It's just a bunch of bullshit.”

“God, Sam, he didn't say anything.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “He just told me something about flowers. About how they aren't wilted if they fell, and… what was it again, Buck?”

The man tensed.

Bucky regained his composure in the blink of an eye, keeping the other two oblivious to the surge of turmoil that the simple question had sent. Keeping them in the dark about the way Bucky's heart had stumbled at the mere memory of your smile flaring across his mind and straight into his soul.

“It was nothing,” Bucky said. “Just a silly saying.”

“Oh, right!” Sarah snapped her fingers. “Fallen flowers still have lots of love to give.” She smiled proudly, eyes flickering towards Bucky with conspicuous excitement. “Was I right?”

Bucky's jaw clenched.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam questioned, his forehead knitting, vexation melting into incredulity. “That your game, Buck? Sounds lousy as hell.”

Bucky sighed. “Sam…”

“Did that kinda thing really work in the forties? ‘Cause damn, I could've been a real ladies man back then. Would've been so easy if all it took was one lame shit about flowers, and—hey, where you goin’?”

“Getting the hell away from you!”

Bucky heard Sam's laughter echoing from behind him, mocking and unaware of the wound in the former's chest that was beginning to crack and bleed all over the floor. The sound of your voice lingered in Bucky's mind, a ghost only he could hear, a cursed rapture that broke him apart at the seams before stitching him together all at once.

Before Bucky could exit the house, Sam's voice erupted again, “Hey! At least tell us how you got the idea for such a cheesy saying!”

“I didn't.” Bucky's grip contracted around the front door's handle, a shaky smile stretching his lips before he caught Sam's gaze from the distance. “Someone taught it to me. A long time ago.”

[buckybabybaby]

always pretty

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (gender neutral)

(established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive, Bucky being beautiful, bff Joaquín has 3 lines)

Word count: 1k

*** SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS UNDER THE CUT ***

Plot: you see Bucky with his new hairstyle for the first time

Warnings: none :)

A/N: a small piece inspired by Bucky's hair in the post credit scene because I think we all agree its one of his best looks <3 that and the bit where he took his jacket off were very much for me

I haven't posted a Bucky x reader fic for 4 years now. New content = more inspiration apparently!

I saw thunderbolts on Friday and started this yesterday, it may only be 1000 words but I've never finished a drabble so quickly.

Also a little fix it for the Sambucky plot line </3 I didn't go in to detail as I don't know how they would resolve it, but after bnw I can't have them end like that :(

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You sit outside the photography studio, nervous energy preventing you from even being able to scroll through your phone, eyes darting from the door, to the view out the window, to the many posters of previous work on the wall, and back to the door on repeat. It's been hours, but you are determined to wait.

Bucky's first time in his new avengers suit? Yeah, you weren't missing this.

He'd been so anxious this morning and your heart had melted. You understand though. Not only was he having his final fitting of his suit, they were also doing promotional shoots for the many magazines and websites that wanted an interview, so hair, makeup and endless poses were all on the schedule today.

Every time the door opens you look up expectantly, until eventually you see what you've been waiting for.

The new avengers file out, some acknowledging you, others clearly wanting to leave as quickly as possible. Joaquín bounds up to you, ever enthusiast, showing off his slightly altered falcon suit.

"You like?"

"I love." You grin at him. "Did it go okay?"

He nods, glancing back. "And Bucky did well, managed to tone down the grumpy old man vibes for once."

You make an offended noise, pushing at his chest lightly. "Don't be mean."

His teasing smile is infectious as he guides you towards the studio. "Go find him. He's probably exhausted after having to smile for more than five minutes."

You go to push him again but he's too fast, bidding you goodbye as you enter the doorway. Inside the screens and lighting supports are already being disassembled, staff streaming around you to get the place cleared quickly and making it a struggle to spot Bucky. Eventually you do, facing away from you talking to Sam on the far side of the room. You hesitate to approach, knowing how their friendship has been rocky recently, but then Sam laughs loudly at something Bucky's said, a natural laugh that has you relaxing as you make your way over. Their disagreement was almost as difficult for you as it was for Bucky, a horrible tense episode you don't want to return to anytime soon.

Sam notices you first, leaving Bucky with a final hand shake before pausing next to you on his way out.

"Who knew your man could look so good, huh?"

"And you. I'm sure your solo shots will be the cover photos."

He snorts. "Me and Bucky are cool now, no need to butter me up."

"Oh, I wasn't! I wouldn't-" You splutter before Sam takes pity on you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I'm joking." He squeezes you gently, smile softer now. "See you soon, yeah?"

You nod, watching him go. Turning back to Bucky, you walk over slowly, waiting for him to detect your presence. It takes him longer than usual, you're almost beside him by the time he does, like Joaquín said he must be worn out by all the attention and not quite his usual sharp self.

"Hey doll." He says, tilting his head towards you without getting up.

Moving in front of him, you step into his space to kiss him like always, until you get a good look at his outfit.

And his arm.

And his hair.

You stare. The 'a' on his chest has your own chest tight, knowing how much it means for him to be seen as a hero officially. It doesn't hurt that the top fits perfectly, that both his arms are defined in different ways, that the way they've styled his hair makes him look even more prince-like than ever.

"Is it bad?" He asks when you don't say anything.

"No, no! It's great-lovely-so nice." You rush to reassure him. "Did they blow dry you?"

"I think so? I just sat here and let them work." He shrugs.

"Okay, so you know I love your hair however you do it. But this," You reach out to brush the wave falling over his forehead. "This is my new favourite. You're always so pretty, I'm happy they managed to enhance it like this."

His smiles shyly at the floor, an unusual look for the former winter soldier. You're so endeared to him. This man is well over one hundred years old and a real life super hero, but you can still reduce him to a blushing mess with the right choice of words.

Tilting his head back up, you do kiss him now, only quickly as you need to take the whole look in again. He pouts as you pull away, only adding to his charm. One day you may get used to just how pretty he is, may find a way to not be left breathless just by his existence, not get distracted every time he looks your way.

Today, though, is not that day.

Climbing onto his lap, you bring him into a deeper kiss, feeling his body tense for a second before he relaxes, one arm snaking around your waist to hold you tight. Pressing yourself as close as possible, you can feel every firm edge of his uniform through your clothes, thoughts turning filthy in record time.

You break the kiss with a gasp to ask, "Are you allowed to take the suit home?"

"Oh?" He seems surprised but not displeased by the shift in mood. "It's like that is it?"

You whine in answer, not caring that the room is still very busy. Bucky cups your face to get a clear look at you, smirking as he sees how far gone you are just from a few kisses.

"I can take the suit home," He tells you, making you giggle in excitement. "Probably shouldn't mess it up too much too early, though. I know how you get"

You frown. "I can control myself."

"No you can't, sweetheart," Bucky argues correctly.

"Well, at least don't brush your hair through," You demand, delicately repositioning the loose strands around his face. "That is the best part."

"I can do that." His mouth meets yours again, briefly letting you get a taste of him before he releases you. Standing up, he drags you with him towards the exit, smiling cheekily over his shoulder. "Let's go prove how much you really like it."

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REMY!!! REMYYYYYY

"Beyond Misconceptions" is EXACTLY what I needed today oh my GOD my anxiety has been acting up and this was such a tonic 🥹

The fact that Joaquin is the kind of lover to truly and selflessly go "if you'd be better off with someone else, then I want that for you even though it would break my heart" but then he is so comforted I'M CRYING I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH

Also, bc you said requests are open, if it's not too much to ask... could we maybe get something where Joaquin is very serious about reader and wants to introduce her to Sam and has a convo w Sam about how he feels? Idk if that's too sappy ofc you don't have to im just swooning thinking about it 👀 - ips anon

Between Sips

about this: wc: 658, characters: joaquin torres, sam wilson (f!reader mentioned), contents: alcohol mention, canon typical injury, joaquin’s a simp, SAMBUCKY if you squint, an: hope u enjoy this my sweet love & as always thank you for your support! <3

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Joaquin stands up from his desk, walking across the room to plop down on Sam’s. “Hey, come get a drink with me.”

“Man, I’m going home. To bed. You see this?” Sam points to the sling his arm is in.

Joaquin raises a brow at him, “What if I add in pizza?”

“Dude—“

“I wanna tell you about my girl. Please?” He presses his palms together, pleading. 

“Oh now you wanna tell me about your girl? After I’ve got a couple of broken ribs?”

Joaquin tries to bite away his grin but can’t. “You getting the shit beat out of you kinda made me realize I want you to meet her.”

“Little shit— you’re getting me dessert too,” Sam grumbles, grabbing his bag and heading toward the door. 

“That late night cookie place is right across the street,” Joaquin calls after him.

—

Sam watches Joaquin fidget with a smirk on his face. He’s never really seen the man like this, he’s always overly confident. “So, you gonna stall until the food gets here to stall again or—“

Joaquin’s grip on his beer tightens as he gazes down into the amber liquid. “Nah, man. I just, I don’t know— I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

Sam sobers a little bit, realizing how serious Joaquin is. Sitting up, he leans in a little, curious.

“Tell me more.”

Joaquin takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It was kinda random, y’know? One of those things where you meet someone and think, this person might change my damn life.”

Sam raises a skeptical brow, waiting.

“I met her on a mission—nothing crazy, just some intel work. She clocked me right away, which should’ve been my first clue she was special.” Joaquin huffs a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“She’s got this way of looking at me, like she already knows what I’m gonna say before I say it. And she’s funny, man. Not just funny—sharp. Quick with it. Keeps me on my toes. But she’s also… sweet. Kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. And when I’m with her, it’s like—” He stops, searching for the words.

Sam tilts his head. “Like what?”

Joaquin’s grip tightens on the beer again. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me.”

Sam lets out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Joaquin laughs, feeling a little shy. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Joaquin fishes out his wallet, pulling out the photo booth film strip he keeps there. 

Four photos, all of them where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— not when you were looking so angelic. Looking at the photo along with Sam makes him miss you more right now. 

“Oh, she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“I…I would do anything for her. I think anything, for real.”

“Would she do the same?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Sam nods, taking a pull of his beer. “And have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Joaquin’s cheeks warm. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Was hoping you could give me some pointers?”

Sam sighs. “Maybe I can finally give you some after this weekend.”

“Finally gonna tell him, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s about time. He’s got a weekend off appearances, we don’t have a mission. I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, letting his eyes drift to the mounted tv screen playing an old sports game. 

“It’ll be perfect man. Just be yourself.”

Sam scoffs playfully, his eyes returning to Joaquin. “How’d you end up giving me pointers?”

Joaquin shimmies his shoulders. “Must be the natural leader in me.”

“Yeah, yeah. So when am I meeting her?”

“I don’t know, let me pull up our calendar,” Joaquin starts to type in his password, scrolling through the date. 

“Our calendar? As in your shared calendar with her?”

“Fuck off.”

Sam can’t stop laughing. “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

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Under 5k Sam/Bucky Fics Masterlist

5 Times Peter Was Suspicious About Sam and Bucky (ao3) - 27dis G, 2k

Summary: And one time he was sure about it.

8PM - avintagekiss24 E, 1k

Summary: Sam and Bucky being in Louisiana together in Sam’s sisters house.

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn't like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn't part of the team.

Be My Great Escape (ao3) - ionsquare T, 4k

Summary: Who the hell is Bucky Barnes? Sam has no idea, but he's about to find out. At least his sophomore year of college is shaping up to be an interesting one.

family man (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor T, 2k

Summary: Sam has always been a family man, and Bucky’s heard so many wonderful stories about his family. Sam suggests Bucky comes with him to meet them on his next visit, but just the thought of meeting new people gives Bucky anxiety.

Fate's Tricky Ways (ao3) - endlesstwanted T, 2k

Summary: Bucky is planning to make a move on Sam now that they have the compound for themselves for a couple of days, and when he shows up with pre-heat symptoms and asks Bucky for help, he realises it’s time for him to shoot his shot.

Glow (ao3) - glittercake E, 3k

Summary: Sam showers Bucky with compliments and ridiculous nicknames. It's not Bucky's fault that he starts falling for the guy.

He's just a friend (ao3) - Gxlyleo N/R, 4k

Summary: While Sharon talks to her contacts Sam and Bucky get some time to bond, dance and bicker.

(i mean baby) Do You Know the Game (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe T, 3k

Summary: Post-game slice of life for professional baseball players Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson

I'm wasting my time when it was always you (ao3) - freshlemonade T, 3k

Summary: Sam and Bucky try and sort out there feelings over some late night pizza and Peter "bumps" into them.

Quiet Little Voices (ao3) - Mollshka (CaptainAmelia22) T, 3k

Summary: It starts with a text. Ends with a text.

Reach Out and Hold the Sun (ao3) - Aluxra T, 4k

Summary: When you touch your soulmate skin to skin, you leave a colour unique to you on them. 106 years and Bucky never received a mark.

Until Now.

Sam and Bucky's Grand Adventure (ao3) - everybodylies T, 3k

Summary: Steve is away when Sam finds the Winter Soldier. This does not bode well.

six months in winter (ao3) - CapnWinghead M, 3k

Summary: In an attempt to break Bucky out of a Russian prison and bring him home, Sam gets tossed in alongside him.

so brand new (ao3) - helahler E, 3k

Summary: “Two weeks,” Sam murmurs, breath hitching as Bucky pulls back to mouth at the sensitive spot on his jaw, “is too damn long.”

“I think I can make it worth the wait,” Bucky shoots back.

surprise (ao3) - ragnarokdad T, 3k

Summary: Sam finds a picture of Bucky in his 1940's uniform, and discovers that he looks really, really good in it.

take me to the bedroom (show me how to get offended) (ao3) - redwing (1sttimefeeling) E, 4k

Summary: In Delacroix, Bucky’s all polite. He’s yes ma'ams and no sirs, always offering a hand, always starting his sentences with pleases, ending them with thank yous.

It pisses Sam off.

Not because he minds Bucky’s manners, but because he knows for a fact that Bucky’s mouth is fucking filthy.

What are “friends” for? (ao3) - EideticMoose E, 4k

Summary: Bucky hasn’t had a heat since HYDRA had him ‘fixed’ in the 50’s. He didn’t plan on his body’s super healing fixing that.

you deserve everything (ao3) - itsmoonz_thatbastard N/R, 3k

Summary: bucky is hurt sam isn't around so he calls peter to take care of him

or where Peter figure out they're in love before them

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Piltover's Pollen - Caitvi

SWH Jayvik - Kink Viktor

Counselor Talis's Cold

Jayce Essential Oils Allergy - Kink Viktor

Sick Professor Jayce - Part One

Sick Professor Jayce - Part Two

Unexpected Allergies Jayce & Kink Viktor

Unexpected Allergies Jayce Fic Part Two - NSFW

Sickness in Solitude - ViktorxJayce

Sick Jayce Fic — Kink Viktor

Confessions — Sick Jayce and Kink Viktor

Photic Viktor

Sick Viktor

Sick Vander - Zaundads

A Sneeze Worth Applause - Vander Drabble

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Jayvik Bath Sneeze Headcanons

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Vander Headcanons

Ekko Headcanons

M/arauders

Remus Christmas Allergies

Stubborn Remus Sickfic

Remus Stifle Drabble

Sirius with Hayfever

Sirius Sick Denial Part One

Sirius Sick Denial Part Two

Allergic Snzkink Sirius (Wolfstar) Part One

Snzkink Sirius Part Two (NSFW)

Remus Lupin Allergies (Wolfstar)

Allergic (trans) Regulus — Jegulus

S/tranger T/hings

Eddie w/ Pollen Allergy (Steddie)

Steddie Roomate au w Snzkink Eddie + Allergic Steve

Steve Cat Allergy (Steddie)

Steve Cologne Allergy (Steddie)

Sick Stubborn Steve

Sick Steve Caught In the Rain (Steddie)

Steve Cat Allergy Denial (Steddie)

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve

Sick Eddie + Snzkink Steve Ficlet

Steve Cat Allergy Drabble

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve: A Perfect Storm

Stubborn Sick Steve + Platonic Stobin

Pollen Allergy Eddie (Steddie)

Eddie Cologne Allergies (Steddie)

Sick Steve (Implied Steddie)

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve Drabble (CW: smoking)

Allergic Eddie Munson

Dead/pool and Wol/verine

Headcanons/Scenerios for DP & W

Headcanons (Kink DP — some Pool/verine)

Pool/verine Snz Rambles

The U/mbrella A/cademy

Klaus Sickfic (Klave)

Allergic Klaus + Snzkink Dave

Sick Klaus + Caretaker Dave

G/ood O/mens

Sick Crowley Fic

M/arvel

Allergic Bucky (Stucky)

Sneezy Bucky (Sambucky Ship)

A/cross the S/piderverse

Miguel Sickfic (+ Peter B Parker w/ kink)

Miguel Snzcanon

T/ed L/asso

Sick Jamie Part One

Sick Jamie Part Two

C/riminal M/inds

Allergic Spencer (MorganxSpencer)

A & B Scenarios

A stifles — B has the kink

Sick B — Kink A

Sick A — Caretaking B

Kink B — Inducing A

CW for Mess — Sick A — Kink B

CW for Mess — Allergic A

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: Bucky and Sam’s first pride parade together.

Bingo Fill: ‘Pride Parade’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: none!

Bucky dropped a gray shopping bag at Sam’s feet. 

“What’s this?” Sam glanced up at him, looking at what’s in the bag. A white tank top, and a white t-shirt. Plus…fabric paint?

“Stuff. For the parade.” Bucky said, vague as always. 

Sam pulls the stuff out of the bag. “You are so cheesy.” 

“Shuddup.” Bucky huffed, pulling all the stuff onto the carpeted floor, before sitting down in front of it all. Sam shook his head, a small grin on his face as he sat down across from Bucky, both of their legs crossed.

“You’re really gonna do this over carpet?” Sam raised a brow.

“It’s my apartment. Besides, I’m careful. Maybe you should put some newspaper under yours.” Bucky taunted. 

Sam rubbed at his brows. “Man, landlords must hate you.” 

Bucky grumbled something before opening a bright pink paint. Sam watched as he took a large foam brush and started slathering it onto his shirt. Sam had previously realized that of course Bucky had wanted him to show off his muscled arms. 

“Y’know, I forgot that’s your favorite color.” Sam murmured as he painted some sky blue onto his tank top. 

Bucky shot him a look. “Leave me alone,” he grumbled, but Sam knew there was no bite to it.

“It’s a nice color on you.” He continued. “I..think I’m just gonna make a rainbow in a sky on mine. Maybe a yellow circle on the shoulder for a sun.” 

“You should do that.” Bucky said, still focusing on his..pink monstrosity.

Sam was impressed. Bucky had genuinely smeared several shades of pink on the shirt. 

“You wanna call Yelena and Kate and see if they wanna come with us?” Sam gives the option.

“We can.” Bucky agrees. “I don’t know if Yelena will go for it, though.” 

“I’m sure Kate’ll drag her into it.” Sam chuckled. 

Bucky smirked softly, his weird and awkward smile making Sam swoon. 

“…We really should’ve put newspaper down, huh?” Sam realizes after a moment. 

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. 

Bucky smiled, walking hand in hand with his boyfriend. This was his first ever pride parade—and he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Not even his internalized homophobia—as Dr. Raynor and Sam had called it—could stop him from enjoying this. 

He enjoyed seeing other people’s outfits, seeing all of the bright colors and flashy statement pieces and skimpy clothing that he could never wear comfortably. 

Sam, God bless him, had opted out of doing more public stuff with the other Avengers in favor of just walking with everybody else—most likely because of Bucky’s introvert ass.

Sam was good at it all—talking to people, sharing experiences with people, and the like. Bucky loved it about him.

“This is..nice. I like this.” Bucky murmured. 

Sam just smiled, the gap in his teeth making Bucky want to kiss him right then and there. 

So he did.

Sam chuckled, handing Kate his phone and whispering at her to get a picture. He was driving, the younger woman in the passenger seat. Bucky and Yelena were in the backseat, dozing. Yelena leaned on him, and he rested his head against hers, the two of them decked out in pins and fun hats and little flags. They both had glitter on their faces, and in Bucky’s right hand was a handheld electric fan, which ran on batteries neither Sam nor Bucky likely had at home.

Sam focused back on the road. He had no idea what it was like being queer in the 1940s, but he sure as hoped it was all worth living through if it meant getting to live like this in the future. 

Glancing in the mirror at his boyfriend, at the flecks of rainbow glitter on his cheeks, and a part of him was sure that Bucky believed it was.

a/n: the picture was based off of this lovely piece of art by @betterthanworse

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happy pride!

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Account overview (please tell me if I forgot something):

Character name: Sam Wilson

Pronouns: He/Him

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Alias(es): The Falcon, Captain America, Captain Falcon

Age: 45

Main Blog: @my-rp-blog-command-center (basic blog rules are there)

Pet(s): Redwing (even though Bucky says I shouldn't count him), Figaro the cat , and I'm going to count Joaquin

Children: Joaquin (I've adopted him so shut up) @thenewfalcon @official-baby-falcon

Sibling(s): Sarah Wilson

This is the same universe as @white-wolf-actually //me// and @probably-steve //not me//

In this universe Steve retired (but did not go back in time cause that was dumb), Tony and Natasha survived, and the snap did not last more than a few months. Bucky and Sam do work together and fws did happen, but tweaked to fit the timeline. I don't ship sambucky (they're cute, I just love Stucky), but I'm not going to be that asshole who says "don't interact if you do" cause that's stupid.

I really love Sam's character and I wanted to see more of him on here, but I probably won't post a lot.

A rp masterlist curtesy of @leaderoftheavengers

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✩Lil' Milestone Masterlist✩

As said in the title, this is just a small lil' masterlist for all the fics I wrote for said event. Just to make things easier in finding them since there were so many haha

✯Prompt 1: Destiel - "I've missed your touch/Just like me promised"

Word Count: 2.9K

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

✯Prompt 2: SilverV - "You blush so beautifully"

Word Count: 1.3K

Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.

✯Prompt 3: Haytham Kenway/Male Reader - "I've missed your touch"

Word Count: 2.2K

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

✯Prompt 4: Shaytham - "If I asked you to stay, would you?/You said wouldn't fall in love with me. I lied"

Word Count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Shay is reckless in battle and always ends up finding himself in trouble. And so Haytham has to be the one to save him.

✯Prompt 5: Sambucky - "Another nightmare?/Can I kiss you?"

Word Count: 1.8K

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

✯Prompt 6: Crossroads Demon Dean/Male Reader - "Take it off/Are you afraid of me?"

Word Count: 3.7K

Synopsis: You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal.

✯Prompt 7: Shaytham - "Please."

Word Count: 2.3K

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone