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[sambuckylibrary]

TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Anniversary Event! The event will start on March 18th and run until April 28th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

This event is not just for the creators, but for the commenters. You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, edits, podfics, fic list recs, comments, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #tfatwsanniversary2024 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it toTFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 Collection.

Each week will have a different theme with prompts from Monday to Friday. Each prompt will also come with a badge you may use for it when you post. The weekly themes and their prompts will be:

For the text version of the information above as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

WEEK 1 (March 18 - 24): THE WINTER SOLDIER TO PRE-INFINITY WAR

MONDAY: “I don’t think he’s the kind you save.”

TUESDAY: Sam Searches for Bucky

WEDNESDAY: “Can you move your seat up?”

THURSDAY: Team Up at the Airport

FRIDAY: On the Run

WEEK 2 (March 25 - 31) : INFINITY WAR TO PRE-TFATWS

MONDAY: Laying Low

TUESDAY: Reunite in Wakanda

WEDNESDAY: Soul Stone

THURSDAY: Victory Party

FRIDAY: 6 Months of Ghosting

WEEK 3 (April 1 - 7): The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

MONDAY: Couple's Therapy

TUESDAY: “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.”

WEDNESDAY: Madripoor

THURSDAY: “You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

FRIDAY: The Cookout

WEEK 4 (April 8 - 14): Post-TFATWS

MONDAY: Meanwhile, on the Boat...

TUESDAY: Divorce Arc

WEDNESDAY: Skrulls

THURSDAY: Better Thunderbolts Ideas

FRIDAY: Better Captain America 4 Ideas

WEEK 5 (April 15 - 21): AU Week

MONDAY: No Powers AU

TUESDAY: Period Piece

WEDNESDAY: Sci-fi/Fantasy AU

THURSDAY: Based on a Movie

FRIDAY: Ghost/Zombie AU

WEEK 6 (April 22 - 28): Sambucky Week

MONDAY: Didn’t Know They were Dating/Friends with Benefits

TUESDAY: Redwing

WEDNESDAY: Hurt/Comfort

THURSDAY: Separate, Long Vacations

FRIDAY: Dealer's Choice

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all five prompts that week at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

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

How long will this event run?

It will run from March 18th and run until April 28th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! You can find the badges here.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

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

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #tfatwsanniversary2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 (TFATWS_Anniversary_Event_2024).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least five fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

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

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

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

For Bucky

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

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

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your TFATWS Anniversary fics!

- The Mods

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):

September 1 - Free Space

September 2 - First Flight | Riley  

September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana

September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam

September 5 - Fishing | Camping

September 6 - Day Off | Vacation

September 7 - Memories | The Future

September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day

September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Captain America Week:

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

September 11 -  Workout | Team Training

September 12 - Shield | Legacy

September 13 - Interview | Rumor

September 14 - Magic | Multiverse

September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia 

September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor

AU Week:

September  17 - Wings | Angel

September  18 - Western AU | Cowboy  

September  19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU 

September  20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing

September  21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU 

September  22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

September  23 - Birthday 🎂🧁

Canon Week:

September  24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.

September  25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run

September  26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda

September  27 -  Post-Blip | TFATWS

September  28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat

September  29 - Uniform | Cap Suit 

September  30 - Sam Wilson 

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember​ - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! 

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

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

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

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

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

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

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!

[samwontshare]

In regards to Scott getting more mentions, in world it makes sense. Scott wants attention and recognition. He obviously spoke to the makers of Rogers: The Musical and acted as if he was originally there. Sam seems more private. Also I’m pretty sure all the Scott mentions (haven’t seen What If, Moon Knight or Ms Marvel yet) have happened before the events of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

With respect, I think you’re missing the point that Sam fans are making, which is racial bias in media.

But even if I wanted to entertain that the MCU exists in a vacuum, uninfluenced by real writers with their own biases who choose what’s prioritized in verse…

We don’t actually have a clear timeline for Phase 4 so it’s genuinely hard to say. Certainly every single project couldn’t take place pre TFATWS.

Given the massive PR push for John Walker as Cap, Walker killing a guy while the world watched and Sam taking the shield back would have been huge news. It would have been a massive scandal. Cap is so glorified in verse, they tried to stick the shield on the Statue of Liberty. They made a musical about Steve. You cannot walk around in this verse without being slapped with Captain America everything. Even Sam donating the shield brought senators and the media.

You genuinely think Sam, famous in his own right as an Avenger for years pre-Thanos, wouldn’t make the news? Wouldn’t be asked for help? Wouldn’t show up at all at a con? That Scott, a huge fan of Sam, wouldn’t have pumped him up? He saved a bunch of politicians on national TV. Sam being Cap should’ve been everywhere.

Take the con: every single character who featured at the con in Ms Marvel has an upcoming project. It was a teaser. It wasn’t about what made sense in verse. And we still didn’t see Sam, who has an upcoming project.

At the end of the day, Sam fans notice which characters get more mentions in verse and that they tend to skew white, regardless of how much sense it makes in verse.

[anothersebastianblog]

for having these rules or whatever they are at private parties of/with his friends.

i think he just takes precautions to protect himself and others at said events. it's not like people would do a "Taylor swift" on him (a lot of people showing up to where he is) but people show up and he's got crazy fans, like... I think most celebs if not all have them but Sebs crazy fans are so unhinged and he knows that. I remember when they were filming tfatws in Prague, I followed one of the stunts and he once did a q&a and I asked why wasn't Seb present at some group photo they had at some restaurant and he said because Seb didn't go out of the hotel because he had fans waiting on him, so he knows this happens

[haflacky]

HAPPY TFATWS ANNIVERSARY!!! Year ago the first episode was released. Big event in my life, because I have been waiting for it for the long time. I have drawn so many Sambucky arts for this year , I even published a Sambucky artbook. 🤯 I’m in love in this show and it’s just perfect to me. As you know it was the hard year, but this show is my comfort zone and thoughts about make me feel a little better. I’m really happy that I meet most of you because of this show! You’re good people and good audience, I love you and I appreciate your support. I’m really happy we have this brilliant show and I will always continue to make my fan content, because I know it makes you feel a little better in these hard times too 💕

happy anniversary and stand with Ukraine 💙💛

P. S. I’m going to open new slots for donation commissions to Ukrainians next week. Ukraine still need your help. Please never stop talk about it

[sergeantxrogers]

| missed you |

Summary: When Bucky finally got home, you realized you had missed each other more than you thought. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (post TFATWS)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut!!!, swearing, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), spit kink maybe?, praise, dog tags- they deserve a warning all on their own

___________________________

The clock always seemed to go twice as slow if you were waiting for something. Or someone. Each minute felt like 10, and each hour felt like 5. 

You glanced at your phone, waiting for any new messages, but all you saw was the one you had gotten a couple hours ago.

Bucky: I just landed. On my way back.

6:38 p.m.

The clock above your TV in the living room read 8:40, and a frustrated sigh left your body. Bucky had been away too long, in your completely humble opinion, and New York had never seemed farther from Chicago than tonight. 

The growing anxiety you felt when he was in Europe, with Zemo, had reached it’s peak when you watched the events in New York happen live on the news. All your worries melted from your mind and body when he finally answered his phone and you heard his voice telling you he was alright. 

When Bucky had first told you he was moving to Chicago, claiming “the people were better” (or whatever bullshit reason he had pulled out of his ass), you thought it would be easier on your nervous heart. You were wrong, obviously. The whole ordeal just gave you more reasons to be worried and afraid.

Lost in your thoughts, with your legs kicked up on the coffee table, you hadn’t heard the front door open and shut, and hadn’t noticed the heavy footsteps walking down the hall, and hadn’t recognized the dark figure at the doorway, until he called your name. 

Your eyes widened when you saw him, your body immediately jumping up from the couch. He dropped his duffle bag on the ground by his feet and opened his arms, and you ran into them like your life depended on it.

Bucky’s arms tightened around your waist and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin. Your arms made their way around his neck, and he lifted you off the floor a few inches, squeezing you.

“Okay, okay, Buck!” you said through a strained laugh.

“You’re gonna kill me,” you breathed.

He hummed into your neck, placing a kiss to it before pulling his head back. His hands held your cheeks, and a smile played on his lips. His eyes were tired. Tired, but relieved.

“I missed you,” he whispered, as if it was a secret.

Your hands gripped his wrists and held on, squeezing once as you said:

“I missed you more."

“I highly doubt that, baby,” he insisted, “Ya know how annoying it is to be surrounded by men all the time?”

Your smile dropped and you gave him a pointed look, and he laughed at your incredulous face.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But Bucky, I’m always surrounded by men- I get it,” he chuckled. You shook your head, trying to keep the smile that was threatening to appear from showing. 

Bucky let out a happy sigh and his eyes took in every inch of your body standing before him. 

“I could kiss you right now,” he said quietly.

You lifted your hands to his jaw, angling his head up to make eye contact with him.

“Then why don’t you?”

And that was all it took for him to surge forward, soft lips meeting yours, and you sighed into the kiss. Your hands went up to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to let him in, almost ritually. His hands travelled from your face to your waist, then to your hips, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible. 

His lips left yours and started leaving wet, heavy kisses on your jaw, then down your neck, and your eyes closed. You let out a short sigh when you felt his lips meet the skin above your collarbone, biting at the skin and claiming your body as his own. One of his hands left your hip, but quickly came down in a short, light slap on your ass, and you knew him well enough to know what that meant. Jump.

So you did, trusting him to catch your legs when they wrapped around his waist, and he did, holding you against him with a strong hold on your thighs. 

Your hands held you steady, gripping onto his shoulders. Bucky moved his kisses from your collarbone to the base of your throat, and you threw your head back, fingers digging into his jacket. He placed three sweet kisses up the column of your throat, before meeting your own lips again. 

“Buck,” you breathed into the kiss, hands tugging at his hair. He just hummed, hands rubbing the back of your thighs, and your legs tightened reflexively around him. 

“Couch,” you managed to get out before his metal hand came up to hold the back of your head, and before you knew it, you were on your back on the large couch you had decided to splurge on a while back exactly for this reason. 

Bucky hovered above you, in between your legs, the hand that was on the back of your head now resting against your neck. No pressure, it was just enough for you to be aware it was there, and your heart started racing faster. 

Bucky straightened himself, on his knees in front of you, and you watched him take his jacket off, pulling his shirt over his head too.

Your hand reflexively reached out to touch him, but he grabbed your wrist and pushed it back, into the couch next to your head. You felt the familiar heat growing deep in your stomach when he dropped his head down to kiss you again, the metal of his dog tags cold against your neck. 

Your brows furrowed and your hips pressed higher into his, but he moved away from you as soon as you made contact. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips when he pulled his lips away, the air around you feeling colder without him on top of you. An amused smile tugged the corners of his lips and he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“You know, babe, I don’t think this is fair,” he teased, and you gave him a confused look, to which he answered by giving a slight tug on your cotton shorts.

“You still have all your clothes on,” he stated simply, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he pulled the shorts down your legs as fast as humanly possible. A chill ran down your spine and another wave of heat washed over the pit of your stomach when he pulled his body back, dropping lower so his head was level with your clothed pussy. You lifted your head to get a better look at him, heavily breathing dangerously close to where you needed him and you groaned inwardly, tangling your fingers in his hair in an attempt to bring his face closer. Keeping his head in place, Bucky faked a pout at you, hands running along the insides of your thighs. You tried closing them, out of habit, but he kept them in place.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he cooed, tracing his nose along your thigh, lips teasing the edge of your panties. 

You whimpered as your hips writhed underneath him, his eyes watching you intently.

“Use your words, honey, c’mon,” he said softly, tracing a finger down your slit, still covered in your panties, and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sudden contact. 

“Wanna tell Bucky what’s got your panties so wet, baby?” he teased, and you met his eyes again right in the moment when he pressed a kiss to where he knew your clit was. Your hips bucked into his touch, but his metal arm held you in place.

“Bucky, please-,” you let out breathlessly, eyes screwed shut at the feeling of him running his nose up and down your pussy, so close yet so far from where you were burning for him. 

“Please what? All you gotta do is ask, baby,” he spoke against your core, and you pulled even tighter on his hair.

“Please, please touch me, please,” you begged through a desperate whine, and as soon as you did, he hummed against you and pulled your soaked panties to the side, the cool air meeting your hot pussy sending goosebumps down your legs.

Your back arched and a moan left your lips when Bucky swiped a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit. He took his sweet time, watching you throw your head back into the couch when he sucked on your clit. You felt him smile against you and you panted slightly, opening your eyes to see him buried between your folds, eating you out like he was starved. You supposed he was, after spending that much time away from you. He quickened the pace of his licks, alternating between lapping at your entrance and teasing your clit, and you preened when his fingers gripped your hips. You knew they would leave bruises, dangerously pressed into your skin and bones, but all you could focus on and care about now was Bucky humming against your pussy and his beard scratching your inner thighs. 

His hands went up from your hips to your waist, and your hand found one of his, gripping it tightly. Your legs wound tightly around his head, he felt his jeans getting tighter by the minute, and it took everything in him not to grind into the couch with every whine and plead that left your lips. 

You felt the familiar coil tighten in your belly, and you dug your nails into Bucky’s hand.

“B-Buck-,” you breathed, and he nodded in between your legs. The hand that you weren’t holding disappeared from your waist, and you didn’t have time to miss the warm contact before you felt one of his thick fingers draw slowly into you. He pulled it out and back in once, before you fell apart. You arched your back and moaned his name out, hands shooting down to push his head closer to you. You writhed underneath him as your orgasm washed over you, and he placed soft kisses on your clit as you rode it out, eventually your legs falling limp on his shoulders and back. 

“Baby...,” you called for him, too spent to open your eyes just yet, and you felt him come up to you again, kissing you. You groaned softly at the taste of yourself on his swollen lips, your hands running across his shoulders and back. 

A deep breath left his lips when they left yours, eyes meeting yours, and you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.

Bucky’s head dropped down to press a long kiss on your neck, his hands pushing your shirt up your stomach and over your breasts. His lips made their way from your neck to your boob, kissing the area right above your bra softly before nipping at it, eliciting a yelp from you. You felt him smirk against your skin and he kissed further down your stomach, cold metal of his dog tags trailing down your torso, before he pulled your panties down your legs completely. 

“God,” he muttered, lips pressed to your right hip.

“I fucking missed-” a kiss to your stomach.

“This fucking body-” a kiss to your ribcage.

“So much-” a kiss to your chest. 

You were at a loss for words, instead focused on the hard outline in his jeans, pressing insistently at your inner thigh. Kitten-licks to your neck, fingers tracing your sides, he wanted to take his sweet time with you.

You, on the other hand, weren’t as patient, hands making their way down his bare stomach and fumbling with his belt buckle. Finally unbuckling it, and unbuttoning his pants, you teased your fingers under the hem of his boxer briefs, bringing them around to his sides, raking your nails up his back and soon your hands came back to his messy hair. 

“Bucky please,” you moaned, hips pushing up to his to find any sort of relief, and he chuckled.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” he quipped, almost sarcastically, and you bit your bottom lip.

His thumb came up to pull it from your teeth, tracing it over your lip then down your chin, pulling your mouth open. You watched with desperate eyes as a strand of spit left from between his lips, falling onto your tongue, and a needy whine sounded from the back of your throat when he forced your mouth closed again. 

“Swallow,” he demanded quietly with furrowed brows, leaving no room to argue, so you did. 

In the blink of an eye, Bucky grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your stomach, pulling them so you were ass-up in front of him. Your heart jumped at the fast action and you arched your back, pushing your butt towards him. His hard cock, still in his tight boxers, met your pussy and you knew there would be a wet spot on them. A low groan left Bucky’s lips, and you felt his hand wrap itself around your throat, pulling you up against his torso. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me, baby?” he muttered into your ear, and you gave no answer.

The hand around your throat tightened its hold and his other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, and your head was pulled down to rest on his shoulder 

“I asked you something,” he whispered, lips moving against your ear in close proximity. 

“I do,” you answered simply, and you felt him tense behind you. Gotcha.

Without saying anything else, Bucky let go of your neck and your hair, and your body dropped in front of him to the position it was in before. You heard a shuffle behind you and before you even realized he took his boxers off, you felt him. 

Teasing you with the head of his cock, Bucky leaned over your body, and from where your head was laying on the end of the couch you saw his metal hand next to you, holding himself steady. You couldn’t help pushing your ass into him more, but he pushed it back and gave you a low chuckle. 

“No, no baby, we’re doin’ it my way.”

Without warning, his flesh hand landed in a sharp spank on your ass, and a greedy whine escaped your lips. He massaged the area that was already starting to burn deliciously, and he leaned down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“Please, Bucky-,” you stammered, squeezing your eyes shut when he pushed the tip of his cock inside you. 

“What? Please what?” he asked lowly. Letting out a frustrated huff, your hand reached forward, searching for anything to hold onto, and wrapped around his vibranium wrist next to your head. 

“C’mon, princess, use your words,” he teased. You hated how unaffected he seemed, and hated how little it took for you to turn into putty in his hands.

“Buck- Bucky, please fuck me,” sighing out the last few words when he pushed himself into you slow and steady as soon as you said his name. 

You felt him bottom out, and buried your face in the couch cushion under you, never being able to get used to the size of him. Your pussy clenched around him involuntarily, and he groaned deeply when you whimpered.

“Please,” you wanted to say, but it came out no louder than a soft whisper, “Please move.”

Bucky let out a low fuck at your begging, pushing the side of your head into the couch and pulling out, before pushing himself back in. A moan left your body at the burning stretch in your lower abdomen, and he took that a sign to move faster. So he did. 

Sometimes, when Bucky fucked you, he fucked you hard, and fast, leaving bruises on your hips, hand prints on your ass and hickeys on your thighs where only he could see them. Other times, he fucked you deep and slow, whispering words of affection in your ears that sent you over the edge. He knew how to send you spiraling, knew what buttons to push and how to push them. This time, Bucky fucked you like he missed you, because he did. With every hard, steady thrust of his hips, a soft, whiney moan escaped your parted lips, and you couldn’t form words. 

His hand on your head kept it from moving, and you couldn’t form a coherent thought as you stared, eyes heavy lidded and mouth open, at his hand next to your head. Your fingers tightened their grip around his wrist, moving up slightly to grab his arm, and you gasped when the hand on your head moved to push your back down even more than you thought was possible, causing it to arch more and him to hit new angles. 

“B... ,” you couldn’t even call out his name as he drilled into you, whispering into your ear words that you just barely registered, something along the lines of “my baby’s doing so good” and “pussy made just for me”. 

A wave of something hot washed over your body, and all of a sudden you were hyperaware of the slight sheen of sweat that covered your body, underneath your shirt, and the heavy breaths leaving Bucky’s mouth.

He pressed your back even harder, ruthlessly pumping into your pussy like it would run away from him. 

“My sweet baby,” he groaned through his thrusts, dropping to place a kiss to the back of your neck, and you whined at the simple touch.

“So- so good, Bucky,” you managed to stutter, and he hummed in affirmation against your neck.

You felt your stomach tighten, signaling the wave that was about to wash over you. After hearing the urgent, desperate moan that came from you, Bucky’s hand moved to your hip, gripping it harshly. 

“Buck, I’m gonna-,” you warned him, and he reached his hand around under you. All it took was three rubs to your clit for you to fall apart underneath him. 

Letting out his name in a prolonged, loud, almost embarrassingly pornographic moan, the coil in your stomach snapped and your legs went numb. You arched your back, pushing your ass hard against his hips, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your hand gripping his arm went limp, dropping to hang over the side of the couch. A few tears fell over your lashline, without you realizing you had even teared up, and then your whole body relaxed in his hold. 

Bucky’s thrusts, in the meantime, had slowed, becoming sloppier, and the heat from his cum pouring into you was almost comforting in a way, spreading warmth through your already sore lower abdomen. 

“Shit, doll,” he hissed through clenched teeth, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his body onto yours, and you let out a small grunt accompanied by a lazy giggle when he started peppering the side of your face with kisses, moving strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. 

“You were so good for me, baby...” he whispered into your ear between kisses, and all you could do was nod, eyes drooping tiredly.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of you carefully, and you whimpered at the sore burn between your legs from your thighs being stretched so much for so long, not to mention his hips snapping into yours at a bruising rate. You laid face down on the couch, spent and tired with your eyes closed, hearing Bucky walk away behind you. He came back after a few moments, floor creaking underneath him, and you slightly jerked with a start when you felt something cool against your legs, before realizing he was wiping the aftermath between them, presumably with a towel. You honestly couldn’t tell, you were too tired to focus on anything but the sound of Bucky’s steady breathing behind you. 

He walked away again, coming back quicker this time, and you cracked one eye open just enough to see him walking towards you in his boxers again, carrying a pair of your panties in his hand. A tired, dopey smile graced your face when you felt his hands pull your panties up your legs softly, and you pushed your hips up slightly to help him put them on. Goosebumps attacked your bare skin when he pressed his lips to the tender skin of your ass where it had been slapped, and you sighed.

“Buck,” you muttered, half of your face smushed against the couch, muffling your voice. 

“Yes, bubba?” he asked behind you, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs.

“Lay with me a bit?” you asked.

And you had asked him so prettily, so sweetly, he couldn’t bear to say no. So he laid beside you, pulling you into him by your waist, carting his fingers through your hair. 

“That was great,” you muffled against the couch sleepily, “Missed you.”

Bucky chuckled at your tone and buried his nose into your neck. 

“I missed you more.”

“Not possible,” you drawled, but you were too drained to pull any sort of sarcasm or playfulness through the remark. You felt his soft lips on your neck, hot air blowing through his nose against your jaw, and you let out a yawn.

“Sleep.”

You whined softly, not wanting to fall asleep when he had just gotten home, wanting to spend as much time as you could with him, but you felt his fingers smooth out the crease above your furrowed brows, relaxing your face.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

[raifenlf]

Was Loki The Series Truly A Success?

One thing I keep noticing in posts both from people who liked the Loki series and didn’t like the Loki series is that the show was a success. And the show was certainly not a gigantic flop. Just as no one thought a project with Tom Hiddleston as Loki would be.

But was the series a success? I mean, sure, first week, definitely. It had the highest ratings for a premier in Disney+ history. So, yeah, after the first week, you could definitely say Loki was a hit.

But this wasn’t a one-time event. It was six episodes. And ultimately, a show is not judged by the premier ratings. That’s why you can see a show get cancelled after one season after a premier that got amazing ratings. Ultimately, just the thrill of tuning in to see Hiddleston play Loki again is going to wear off. People have to at least somewhat like the actual series itself to keep watching. Or the buzz about the show has to be so great that even if original fans don’t continue watching, new fans will replace them. So did the show do that?

Because it’s not unheard of for a show to do great in a premier and then fall off so hard they don’t last much longer. This is a dated reference so some of you younger fans on here may not know this (or you may not remember this), but have you heard of the show My Big Fat Greek Life? If you haven’t, you can google it. Or I can just tell you about it here.

I thought this show would be a great comparison because there are similarities to it and Loki. Which I know sounds weird, but this show was based on a popular movie (My Big Fat Greek Wedding) with the same actress in a similar type role as the movie. Just like with Loki being a character from popular movies with the same actor in the same role. So both shows had a lot of people interested in the beginning. And the premier of My Big Fat Greek Life was a huge hit ratings wise. But after the premier of My Big Fat Greek Life, people stopped watching and the show only lasted a season.

So how did Loki do after the premier? Well, let’s look at ratings given by Samba TV. They judge viewership by household. All viewers have to be unique viewers. It’s obviously not a perfect way of tracking viewership (what is?) but it gives a good picture of what the viewership looks like.

So, Loki started with 2.5M viewers. And the last episode had 1.9M. Which obviously is a big drop.

Just how big of a drop? Well, to compare it to its two Marvel show contemporaries, look at its ratings projection versus WandaVision and TFATWS. I made this because I think it really shows the difference between the shows:

Sure, the finales of WandaVision and TFATWS also had less viewers than their premiers. But the way that Loki dropped viewers versus the other two shows is kind of mind-boggling, really. TFATWS had a decrease in ratings of about 5.5%. WandaVision had 12.5%. Loki had a 24% drop (!!!). That is really bad. There are no other ways around it.

But ultimately, this is just one number metric. And I’d like to look at more. Because I love numbers. And I had a marketing professor once tell me in college she would also give out a good grade if people had the numbers to back up their point even if she didn’t agree with it.

I think the best post with the best numbers is this post on Reddit, so I want to give credit where credit is due. After I messed around looking at the numbers provided by Samba TV, they pointed me to find other useful numbers:

This post shows how Loki’s ratings dropped over lots of different metrics. I definitely recommend a read. One thing I found interesting from reading this post is to look at how the show did post the premier.

Now, if a streaming show really catches on with viewers, people should start watching after the series ends, right? Like, I didn’t watch Stranger Things season one right away but after so much buzz, I tried the first episode and then stayed up all night watching the whole first season. That’s how viral shows work. People like to binge watch and series with good buzz people binge watch, right? Additionally, if the show was truly wonderful for all of Loki’s many fans they’d want to keep watching the show over and over, right?

So one thing I find interesting then is the numbers provided by Nielsen. Nielsen tracks minutes people watch rather than unique viewers like Samba TV. That is why I prefer numbers by Samba TV because it gives you a better indication of overall viewership rather than just what show has huge fans who watch the show over and over. But, it is still definitely worth looking at Nielsen’s numbers. They tell you not only numbers of different viewers but also can show you how passionate viewers are of a show. And the numbers by Nielsen paint an interesting picture. Especially when you look after the show ends.

So I made a chart showing the number of minutes watched during the week of the finale and then the two weeks after that for Loki and for TFATWS and WandaVision.

Now, all three shows had worse numbers after the finale. Which of course makes sense. There were no new episodes to watch and most people (outside of dedicated fans) don’t watch a series over again right after they watched it the first time.

But where it gets interesting is two weeks after the finale. That’s where, if the buzz was good, people should be trying this show and watching the whole season. Or it should be when satisfied fans watch their favorite scenes again and again.

But after the initial drop of views after the finale, when you look at the second week after the finale, the numbers for TFATWS and WandaVision kind of leveled off. But Loki’s numbers continue to nosedive. So much so that Loki had the worst numbers for all three shows two weeks after the finale. Even though they had the best numbers for the finale (and the premier)!

Numbers can always be spun positively. That’s how things work. I took enough marketing classes to know this. But it’s hard to spin those numbers positively. It just is. Numbers don’t lie.

And here are some other numbers that don’t look great for the series. I took this quote directly from the above mentioned Reddit post:

Flexpatrol says Loki dropped out of Disney+ top 10 faster than the other two shows (Loki stayed in top 10 for only 60 days vs 95+ and 105+ days for the other two shows in most territories).

Sorry but again...these numbers don’t paint the story of a show that was successful.

One thing that’s interesting, too, when you look at these numbers is that it’s not people deciding they dislike Tom Hiddleston or anything. Not that anyone would (or should) think that, of course, but if you click here, you’ll see that Tom Hiddleston was, per Parrot Analytics, the most in demand actor for the entire United States for July 20th through August 18, 2021 (and 9th for the world!). So people want to see Tom Hiddleston. Just, it appears, not the Loki series.

And I know I said I like numbers and if you’re like me, you may not take the next information as seriously. But I also noticed some non-number metrics.

From my own eye test, the show didn’t feel like a success. And what I mean by that is word of mouth. I’m talking about with the general public. Not with just Marvel fans.

Now, we are living in a world with a pandemic still going on, so there really can’t be “water cooler” moments like there used to be. A lot of us (myself included) are working out of the home still so we can’t really use office buzz as a metric like we used to. And I don’t go out of the house like I did pre the pandemic.

But I can say from my own experience, during the first two weeks of the show, I did hear random people talking about how good the show was as I went out and about during my day, like in the line at Zaxby’s.

But after the first two weeks? I haven’t heard a peep. I have worn my Loki Mickey ears at Disney World after that. I have gotten compliments on it. But when I have talked to people about It and about Loki I’ve mentioned I didn’t like the show, and the other person without fail always says oh I never watched the show (I promptly recommend to them not to watch it!).

And I do participate in other non-MCU fandoms online. One of those is a Los Angeles Lakers Reddit, and when WandaVision was going, people would talk about that show on the Lakers reddit and someone even posted a video of the trailer redone with LA Lakers players. But Loki the series? The only time someone brought it up was to say the show was dumb. That’s it.

Now, I am not surprised so many people think the show was a success. Disney and Marvel have deep, deep pockets and they work very hard to make sure people think all of their projects are a huge hit. And there are good numbers they can tout, like the numbers for the finale. They brag about the numbers when they can and stay quiet when they can’t, and they spin everything to look as good as possible.

But you know Disney and Marvel have to notice these numbers. Now obviously the show is coming back for a season two. But from everything I heard before the series even started, that decision had already been made before the first episode aired. So they might be “stuck” with a season two in a way.

But other things we have learned since the show ended don’t exactly paint the best picture in the world. Kate Herron immediately announced she wasn’t coming back. She said it was her decision. And obviously I don’t know her and of course it could be. Though she said it was to do her own projects and so far nothing has been announced.

But it seems like even if she wanted to do her own thing, she could have worked her own things around the schedule for season two. If the show had been really successful in Disney and Marvel’s eyes, you think they would have worked hard to keep her. At the very least, it would have been days before she announced she was gone as they tried to coax her into a salary she couldn’t refuse. But...none of that.

And then there’s Michael Waldron. He said he might or might not be back next year. Why not just say he’s back? If Disney wanted him gone, unlike with Herron, it would be a bit more complicated. Because he already wrote the Doctor Strange sequel before the show aired and the movie is already done. So Disney and Marvel want everyone to think Waldron’s writing was as successful as possible to help the movie. But if they really loved his writing, wouldn’t they have secured him for season two? And why would be so vague? Wouldn’t Disney and Marvel want fans to be reassured at least Waldron was coming back if they thought fans really liked season one?

And then’s look at what Feige said recently about season two. Here’s a snippet from this Collider article:

As for when Loki Season 2 might start filming, Feige promised he’s “not being evasive” but said he’s “not sure exactly where it falls between next year and the year after.”

Okay, now it sounds like there are a lot of things up in the air about season two. Which doesn’t seem likely if Marvel and Disney were happy with season one. I do understand that in the MCU it’s trickier than with standalone shows and everything has to work together on a schedule. But at the same time, if it was a big hit, you’d think they’d want to get a season two out as soon as possible.

I’ve paid a lot of attention to Disney as a company the last few years because I am a super business nerd and I know a big part of their business plan is wrapped up in Disney Plus. They believe streaming is the future. They have assured their shareholders that this will earn them a lot of money. If they thought Loki really helped Disney Plus, they would be begging Marvel to get a second season out as soon as possible. But, they’re not.

Which of course leads me to believe that Disney does not view Loki as a success. They had already renewed the series. And they know the potential of the show. They saw the early numbers. So that makes me think wonder if there is a break because Disney wants Marvel to retool the show. Because Disney saw the numbers that are out there and can plainly see no matter what they tell us viewers and (more importantly to them) their shareholders, they know the show did not live up to its potential and it needs to be changed if it is to be successful. Because season one, by all metrics I can see, just wasn’t.

TLDR: Marvel & Disney want you to think Loki was a success. And initially it was because of Loki & Tom’s popularity. But if you look at lots of numbers, the ratings declined at rates far worse than WandaVision & TFATWS which really makes you think the show wasn’t as big of a success as Disney & Marvel would have you believe

[wenellyb]

Is Sambucky Canon or Not?

TL;DR: Yes, it is

I've seen some people saying that they only see friendship between Sam and Bucky, and I can understand that. Because depending on your education, the environment you grew up and the kind of media you’re usually exposed to, you will have a different interpretation of different situations, in real life or in TV. Just let me insert a short story before I dive into the Sambucky topic:

My best friend's uncle is in his fifties and has been living with his roommate (a man) for more than 10 years. They lived together, went on holidays together but officially were just roommates. My best friend wondered if they were a couple, but never talked about it to her parents because it wasn't her business. Two years ago, they decided to come out and get married. My best friend's parents and his parents were genuinely surprised, they were not expecting that, at all, not even a little bit. Let me tell you that it didn’t even cross their mind that it was a possibility, at all. For them, it had always just been two men who had decided to live together because they were single. And preferred to have a roommate rather than living alone.

What I want to say with this story is that people will see what they want to see, or what they're used to see, or what they were raised to see. It’s human.

What I mean is that you will have different perception of a same event, depending on your own circumstances. And I think the writers of TFATWS were counting on that a little bit when it came to Sam and Bucky’s relationship. They obviously didn't want to make some big announcement or big love declaration.

And yes, of course, I have my own circumstances as well, influencing the way I see things. I have shipped SamBucky since Civil War, when they were supposedly enemies. I never expected anything to happen between them on screen. But then they got a show together and I was so so happy about it but I didn't expect anything other than friendship between them.

I was perfectly fine with that because a show was already more than enough: my man Sam Wilson was becoming Captain America, the show was great, the characters were great, their interactions were great, and this wasn't a love story anyway but a superhero show. I thought that here was no way the showrunners would ever go there. I changed my mind after episode 5. I tried to stay objective, but it was clear to me that the writers were hinting at a relationship that went beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky. In some of my previous posts, I explained that there are some scenes and writing choices that make absolutely no sense if you read them as a scene between two friends. I can link them if anyone’s interested.

Side note: I would like to know if one person on this website can tell me what was up with Bucky's behavior with Torres (in episode 5)? What other explanation is there, if not jealousy? It's a scene they chose to keep, so it was probably written this way, there must be a reason. Please I’m begging someone explain it to me. I'm genuinely asking, because otherwise that scene alone is canon Sambucky.

After episode 5, I was convinced they would make Sambucky canon, one way or the other and I started speculating about the ways they could do it. What I said was that if they did make Sambucky canon, they would do it in a very subtle way, in order not to make it too obvious because that’s generally how Marvel movies deal with love stories. And also because they wouldn’t want to scare away their homophobic audience ( I guess Disney needs their money...who knows)

So here are the scenes of how I imagined SamBucky becoming canon and the comparison with reality:

1.

- What I thought we could get : AJ and Cass calling Bucky "Uncle Bucky" - What we got: AJ and Cass running up to Bucky and playing with him. This point is interesting because it’s also related to the point I made about how the environment you grew up in influences your perception of things. I grew up in a big family and I know that, at least in my family, kids don't run up to an adult like that just because it's their uncle’s friend or just because he's nice... There's a real bond there. They haven't seen Bucky just that one time when he slept on the couch. They're obviously close. But some people might just see this as kids being kids. Also, if you watch at how the kids were fake punching him, they were really coordinated with Bucky. They have done this plenty of times. 2.

What I thought we could see: A non-explicit scene where we were supposed to draw our own conclusions. I thought they could show us Bucky staying over for the night, and the last scene would be an empty couch, meaning we would have to understand that Bucky slept in Sam's room this time.

-What we got: Bucky arriving in Sam's car ( A few people on Tumblr pointed out that it was the car Sam was driving in episode 1) So here again we have a scene that a lot of people will not notice. But they still chose to put it there. 3.

What I thought could happen: Sam asking Bucky to stay in Delacroix

What we got: Bucky wrapping things up in New York, as if he was leaving the city for good and coming to Sam's party as if he already knew everyone there. You can read my take on this here. 4. What I thought could happen: The scene in the trailer where we see them looking in the same direction and then we get a shot from very far away where they're holding hands but it’s not so obvious because they are being filmed from a disctance. -What we got: The scene in trailer and then a blurry shot of Sam holding Bucky and then fondling with his neck to find the best spot to rest his hand on. So none of the scenes I was imagining happened exactly like I had imagined, but it felt like all of them happened but in a different versions, which is still crazy to me. If it had been only one scene. I could probably understand the people who see them as just friends. Actually, I still do understand the people who see them as just friends, because everyone has their own interpretation. What I am saying is that they are NOT being portrayed as just friends. There are TOO many scenes in the 6 episodes for it to be a coincidence. One or 2 would be ok but friendship doesn’t explain everything:

The therapy scene (not the therapy scene itself since it was improvised) but the therapist saying she had heard a lot about Sam and wanting them to do a couples’ therapy

Bucky following Sam no matter what

Sam saying ok as soon as Bucky says "do it for me"

Sam asking "what about Bucky?"

Bucky starting to touch Sam whenever he has the chance

Bucky being the one to bringing the suit for Sam

The boat repairing montage

Bucky wanting to stay at Sam's place, when a hotel room would have been more comfortable than a couch

The second day of boat repair in closed quarters with an intense staring scene.

And there are so many other scenes, soft touches, looks,...

These writing choices are not a coincidence, it’s not involuntary, and it’s not fan service ( Fan service is the roll in the flower field scene, or the therapy session). This is them telling a story.

Let’s not even talk about the scenes in Endgame:

Sam comforting bucky at Tony’s funeral

Sam looking up to Bucky for approval before accepting the shield from Steve.

So yes, Sam and Bucky are canon in the sense that Peter and Gamora were canon in the first movie, or Wanda and Vision were canon in Captain Civil War. Meaning that there was no big moment, kiss or anything, but the show is consistently throwing elements clearly showing Sam and Bucky as a romantic item and hinting at a lot more than friendship between them.

It is normal that some people have a different opinion. Because it is extremely rare, in big productions like this to have two male leads with romantic feelings towards each other, so not a lot people who see it will interpret it as such (I don't think it ever happened). You’ll see what you’re used to seeing.

I guess it also depends on what you expect from a love story. For me, the storyline between the characters, their scenes, their chemistry, the way their feelings towards each other are described, are the most important. The kiss scene is just there as a bonus, but I don't need it when the love story is told perfectly. If you’re used to seeing love stories with many kissing scenes, that’s what you will be expecting to see in most love stories.

If you're only used to seeing male friendships in superhero or action movies. The 1000th time you see men interacting in that type of movie or show, you are more likely to assume it is a friendship and nothing more, no matter how many codes and tropes usually associated with romantic movies, the writers and show makers are using.

Add to that the conviction that Disney would never approve Sambucky in a million years, and there you go, I can understand the people who see only friendship.

But, just think about it, if we had the same show, same scenes, same dialogues, but minus the action scenes and the project was being marketed as an Indie movie, would you think they were just friends or a blossoming couple?

If you read Sambucky’s relationship like a friendship: some scenes don't make sense. If you read it like a developing romantic relationship: it all makes sense. "When you hear hoofs, think horse, not zebra" If a writer or a film director chooses a last scene with a romantic setting and the two leads are staring at a sunset, smiling repeatedly at each other and then walking away together with one of them touching the other's neck, with a love song in the background, maybe friendship isn't the first thought they had in mind.

Some people may say “I see them as just friends” and other people may say “ I see them as lovers” and both are fine, because people have different perceptions, and that’s ok.

What I am saying is this post is that the show and the writers are portraying them as more than just friends, they’re portraying them as two characters who are romantically involved.

Perceive what you want but that’s how they are being presented in the show.

Bucky’s therapist said that the exercise she gave them was for couples who want to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Then, the show ends with Sam and Bucky, staring at a sunset together, looking in the same direction.

“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. “  - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

What else do you need???

This show had more romance than half of the Marvel projects out there. Not every love story needs a kiss (for now...)

We'll see in their next projects which direction the writers want to go with this. But since it was said that the writer on the movie is the same as the writer from episode 5, there's no doubt in my mind that we'll keep seeing this dynamic. I don't think they would have made the same choices if this had been a movie. But I won't complain that we got this. I hope they keep this going even if it stays subtle like in the show. Just hope they will add one explicit scene where one of the characters acknowledges their relationship. But even if we only ever get this show, it’s already a great love story. Let me know what you guys think and sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes, I was tired when I wrote the last part. I hope it still makes sense!

If you think they're only being portrayed as friends let me know why! I would also like to know about the way you see this!

[winterfalconevents]

WinterFalcon Events is proud to present TFATWS Anniversary Week 2022! This event will run from April 18-23, 2022 and has a set of prompts for each day, based off of the episodes:

April 18 - New World Order - Joaquín Torres, Reuniting, Raynor’s 3 Rules

April 19 - The Star Spangled Man - The Big 3, Therapy Session, GRC

April 20 - Powerbroker - Madripoor, Zemo, Sharon Carter

April 21 - The Whole World is Watching - Supersoldier Serum, Going Rogue, Lemar Hoskins

April 22 - Truth - Taking the Shield, The Wilson Family Boat, John Walker

April 23 - One World, One People - Walking into the Sunset

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[sambuckylibrary]

TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 Badges

Here are all the badges for TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024! For more information about the event, please check out the main post for the event.

WEEK 1 (March 18 - 24): THE WINTER SOLDIER TO PRE-INFINITY WAR

MONDAY: “I don’t think he’s the kind you save.”

TUESDAY: Sam Searches for Bucky

WEDNESDAY: “Can you move your seat up?”

THURSDAY: Team Up at the Airport

FRIDAY: On the Run

WEEK 2 (March 25 - 31) : INFINITY WAR TO PRE-TFATWS

MONDAY: Laying Low

TUESDAY: Reunite in Wakanda

WEDNESDAY: Soul Stone

THURSDAY: Victory Party

FRIDAY: 6 Months of Ghosting

WEEK 3 (April 1 - 7): The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

MONDAY: Couple's Therapy

TUESDAY: “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.”

WEDNESDAY: Madripoor

THURSDAY: “You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

FRIDAY: The Cookout

WEEK 4 (April 8 - 14): Post-TFATWS

MONDAY: Meanwhile, on the Boat...

TUESDAY: Divorce Arc

WEDNESDAY: Skrulls

THURSDAY: Better Thunderbolts Ideas

FRIDAY: Better Captain America 4 Ideas

WEEK 5 (April 15 - 21): AU Week

MONDAY: No Powers AU

TUESDAY: Period Piece

WEDNESDAY: Sci-fi/Fantasy AU

THURSDAY: Based on a Movie

FRIDAY: Ghost/Zombie AU

WEEK 6 (April 22 - 28): Sambucky Week

MONDAY: Didn’t Know They were Dating/Friends with Benefits

TUESDAY: Redwing

WEDNESDAY: Hurt/Comfort

THURSDAY: Separate, Long Vacations

FRIDAY: Dealer's Choice

[samsseptember]

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[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

You know this is gonna sound like an conspiracy theory, but I wonder if it was on purpose that the only characters and series with bad characterization are Loki and TFATWS? Who you know are "fan girls" favorite. Not saying that the other series were terrible, but they didn't screw them so hard you know? I wonder if this isn't so they can kill them without upsetting us too much. Cause right now most of us are like 'You know what? Just kill them, they will be better of out of your hands'. Strange isn't?

Maybe, who am I to judge? 😜 (hehe, sorry, couldn't help it)

You might be on to something there. I don't think it's necessarily that they're two of the guys with the biggest female fanbase but more the fact that both of those series were aimed at hooking up the audience for a future project: Loki's purpose was to claim the attention of those who hadn't watched the MCU before so they could get a rundown of important past events + more info about the future (time shenanigans, multiverse, variants), and TFATWS is the prelude to Cap 4.

The problem I see in these two cases is that in order to do that (promote the multiverse saga and Cap 4) both Loki and Bucky are mostly irrelevant. It's likely Loki won't be appearing much in future installments, in fact they might try to shoehorn Sylvie instead, and given that Sam is now Captain America the writers might not know what to do with Bucky, not that he doesn't have a lot to tell but I just feel like they're not too interested in him.

Now, the reason they might not care could be that both Loki and Bucky are not the typical male characters (and with that I mean they're so far removed from toxic masculinity that it doesn't even touch them with a ten-foot pole). See how gladly they addressed Stark's trauma because he handled it the way they deemed right: alcoholism, misogyny, wealth and casual sex. But Loki and Bucky are entirely different which is probably the reason so many of us love them.

So yeah, you might be right in a way and they've chosen to assassinate and retcon their characters just so they can kill them off soon with little to no backlash.

[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Truth Or Dare | Dysfunctional Quartet Imagine P.3 | Post TFATWS

Set after the events of TFATWS

Catch up on parts 1&2 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Bucky Barnes x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Helmut Zemo x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious)

Content Warnings: slight angst but ends in fluff. profanity, banter, mentions of past criminal behavior. Mentions of violence & death. Mentions of Deadpool and Daredevil | gn!reader (they/them)

Premise: It’s been roughly two weeks since the dysfunctional quartet were put together for a heist against Hydra. There’s been quiet the chaos since and finally they’ve found some peace and quiet on the plane to their next target. And of course because there’s never a dull moment, some games are played and histories are understood.

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“Truth or Dare?”

The question interrupted the once peaceful silence on the plane housing the team as they made their way to Vienna for the next stop in their mission. Bucky, who had been seated in front of Y/n, looked up from his book with a confused expression. “Excuse me?”

“Truth or dare?” Y/n repeated, a bored look plastered on their face. Again, the super soldier didn’t understand the meaning of the question.

“I have no idea what that means, Y/n.”

The hacker made a nose, “You’ve never played truth or dare yet in your time since freedom? C’mon, Jamesey—first ‘Pulp Fiction,’ now a schoolyard game?” Y/n ignored the glare he was giving them. “We need to get you up to date on everything.”

“We’re too busy for that,” Bucky grumbled, but Y/n rolled their eyes.

“I’m gonna explain the rules—they are very simple so you’re hundred year old self shouldn’t get confused.” Y/n adjusted their position in their seat, aware Zemo and Sam were listening in from beside the two although they were trying to act like they weren’t. “When you play the game and someone asks you ‘truth or dare’ you chose one or the other. If you chose truth, then the person asks you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you say dare then they will ask you to do something and you have to do it. Simple.”

“What if I don’t want to,” Bucky says without looking from his book, tone blank making Y/n sigh.

“Usually there’s something else you’d have to do—I don’t know people make different rules depending on how they play,” Y/n sent him pleading eyes. “C’mon lets just play a few rounds. Who knows we may learn something about each other.”

“Isn’t this the game that got you in prison?” Bucky finally closes the book, placing it on the windowsill. Y/n makes another sound of offense which has the three men biting back amused smirks when they mutter, ‘y’all are never gonna let me live that down.’

“That was triple dog by the way,” Y/n huffs, although they were also smiling. “There’s a big difference—and remember I was not in the right mindset.” The three chuckle and they lean back in their seat, “So what do you say tin man, shall we play a bit?”

Bucky looks to Sam before giving a shrug. “I guess, just as long as no dares involve getting arrested, killed, or haunting my dreams at night—I get enough of that already.” Y/n give a little mock salute before repeating the question. Bucky thinks for a moment, before doing the easiest bet in his eyes. “Truth.”

Y/n lets out a cheer of victory. “I’ll make it plan and simple for your first go—what’s your favorite book?”

He doesn’t hesitate, “The Hobbit.”

“Ooooo, a Tolkien fan,” They say impressed. “I’m not surprised considering the types of books I’ve seen you read when we have down time. Your turn.”

“So what I just ask you the question?” When Y/n nods Bucky then asks, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Bucky has to think for a moment, honestly wondering what was a good question to ask. By now Zemo and Sam were invested in scene they were witnessing—having discarded what they were doing to pass the time. Bucky bits his lip before saying, “How did you get the name Hotwire.”

“Oh here we go,” Y/n slumps, letting out a laugh while the others turn in their seats—also interested in how the name came to be. “Another thing to blame my dear friend Wade for. So basically y’all already know I’m a pretty damn good hacker—well I’m also pretty handy when it comes to cars. My uncle owned a garage and that’s where I learned all there is to know and Wade thought he was pretty damn clever when he thought that hacking computers was similar to hot wiring cars.” They let out another laugh thinking about how ridiculous it sounded. “Anyway homeboy has no filter especially when he’s drunk and called me it at the bar we used to frequent in front of everyone. They all knew what I did so the name stuck after that.”

“Damn,” Sam laughed. “That’s not what I was expecting honestly. I don’t what I should’ve expected, but it sure wasn’t that.”

“I’m not proud of it either,” Y/n leans their head on their arm that was perched on the armrest. “But that’s what happens when you have Deadpool as your best friend.” The hacker give another chuckle before nodding their head to Sam. “Truth or dare, Cap?”

Sam gives a sigh, but there’s a smile on his face. “Hit me with a dare.”

“Ha!” Y/n claps their hands together, putting their brain to work. “Okay I dare youuuuuuu, to tell us what the last text message you sent was.” Sam gives a shrug as if to say ‘that’s nothing,’ and pulls his phone from his pocket. After unlocking the device and opening the app, Sam reads out the last message he sent.

“It was to my sister first of all,” he makes sure to get that across. “—and it was saying ‘Yes, I’ll be in home by Ajs birthday don’t worry about postponing his party.’ There, Hotwire.” While the hacker ‘Awwws’ Same turns to Zemo. “Truth or dare, Zemo?”

The Baron interlaces his fingers, brow quirked. “Truth.”

“Considering you have the taste for alcohol,” he pauses when Y/n snorts, “What’s your favorite drink?”

“Whiskey,” Zemo doesn’t hesitate. “—but it has to be a specific whiskey. Top shelve you know, I would not subdue myself to a cheap one.”

“Rich boyyyyy,” Y/n teases under their breath, smirking when Zemo glares at them.

He thinks for a moment looking between them and Bucky before finally deciding. “Truth or dare, Y/n?” The Baron watches the hacker adjust in their seat, leaning forward a little with mischievous eyes.

“Let me see what you got, Baron. Dare.”

For several rounds the four continued the lighthearted game with simple questions for truths and uncomplicated dares. These included having Bucky instant message someone he matched with on Tinder, having Y/n speak a whole round in only Spanish—which Zemo had to translate, and finding out Sam was a theater kid in high school before joining the military.

About ten rounds in, there was a burning question for Y/n from Sam after choosing truth. “You don’t have to answer—if it’s too personal,” he warns but the hacker just shrugged.

“C’mon, Cap. We’ve been partners now for two weeks—we might as well get to the hard questions now.”

Sams eyes flicker to Bucky briefly before responding. “Why did you get involved in crime in the first place? I-I mean—I read your file and all, but I just want to get a better understanding from you.”

Silence fills the plane, all eyes on the hacker who had bit their lip—head deep in thought. They didn’t seem offended by the question, if anything they were expecting it sooner or later. Y/n was conflicted telling the group all the details—just because it was a little morbid and tragic.

“Well,” they take a deep breath, letting the exhale linger for a few seconds. “I mean I don’t know what to tell you—it’s kinda sad really,” they let out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t want to be on the wrong side of the law—but with my circumstances it happened. My parents were murdered and my uncle took me in,” Y/n gave a little shrug, putting their head back on their hand. “He was involved in some stuff and once he found out my certain talents and skills he fed on my vulnerable state in order for me to do his bidding. Once that happened it was a domino effect. His associates asked for my services in exchange for a generous payment—that’s how I got under Wilson Fisks radar, and considering I was an orphan who needed money I just fell into it.”

“I’m sorry about your parents, Y/n,” Sam tells them with sympathy.

The hacker gives another shrug. “It’s been a long time—I’ve come to terms with their loss and what happened as a result. Maybe I wouldn’t have turned out the way I did if they were here, but who’s to say honestly. The person to blame is my uncle. Don’t get me wrong—,” they raise a hand to emphasis their point. “—I’m grateful he took me in and gave me a roof and all. But he’s the one who used that as a way to manipulate me—make me feel obligated to help him.”

“What happened to him?” Bucky asks then adds, “If you don’t mind saying.”

“Oh he died a few years ago, during the whole blip thing. I had cut ties with him once I turned twenty-four because he had been arrested and gave my name up to the feds. They never proved anything which is why my record has that I’ve been ‘suspected,’” they smirk when they put the quotes around ‘suspected,’ “—of the leaks and breaches. But yeah once I found out he did that it was the last straw and I actually planted the evidence to lock a conviction for him.”

The group of men didn’t know whether to sympathize, be impressed, or slightly scared by what Y/n had said. They genuinely did feel for the hacker knowing what they had been through, but knowing they put the nail in the coffin after being double crossed—now that’s cold.

But then again this person did in fact kill four members of the Ten Rings for stealing their work.

“But anyway enough about me,” Y/n hums after a minute of silence and awkward staring. “Bucky truth or dare? Just warning we are getting into tough questions now since we gotta break the ice eventually.”

“Wonderful,” Bucky grumbles, “Truth I guess.”

Y/n waits a moment before saying, “How did you really feel when Steve said he was going back to be with his girl? After everything you two had been through and all he did to protect you—he decides to go back in time and leave you in the present. Like-like honestly no sugar coating just how did you truly feel?”

Well shit.

It was definitely a tough question for the super soldier—not really too keen on talking about Steve and all cause he missed him so much. But like Y/n said they were on the burning questions now to break the ice.

Was he angry? Sad? Sad was definitely in the mix of emotions, but that was understandable. Bucky missed his best friend, but he knew Steve got what he wanted in the end—how could he blame the man for that.

“I wanted Steve to be happy,” Bucky spoke honestly, glancing out the window briefly. “—I loved Steve-he was my best friend and I would do anything for him. And I know how much he lost and sacrificed so I couldn’t be angry that he wanted something more—or to get back what he lost.” Bucky pauses to swallow, “but I was sad and still am to extent because I miss him. Do I wish he was here? Yes. But I know he was happy in the end and that gives me some sense of peace.”

“You’re a true friend,” Y/n tells him with a soft smile. “It really does take a heart to accept that—especially with everything you, yourself have went through. You surprised me,” The hacker hums, “I thought you’d be a little resentful by what he did—but you have a heart of gold Bucky Barnes.”

That seemed to give Bucky a genuine smile—one that is rare to see and Y/n had never witnessed before since they met. The action had Y/n grinning as though they just won the lottery.

“Since we are on this topic of hard questions,” Bucky glances to Zemo, “Was doing everything you did worth it? Using me and tearing apart the Avengers—was it worth it, Zemo?”

All eyes were now on the Baron, who looked to be deep in thought. They knew Zemo preached about eradicating super soldiers from the world and people should not be idolized, but they didn’t know if the man had remorse for the people he hurt or innocent lives killed as a result.

“I stand by what I did, James,” Zemos tone doesn’t falter. “Do I think I could’ve went about my actions a different way? Possibly, but I still would’ve done what I did if it meant the Avengers would be gone—after all it was their fault my family was killed and country obliterated. I had tried to get what I wanted without getting my hands dirty,” Zemo sips his champagne. “—but the source was not compliant so I had to do what was necessary. As I said before, James, you were a means to an end.”

Bucky didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved Zemo was upfront, but he honestly didn’t know what to expect. The man has stated his reasoning countless times, so the soldier should’ve known he’s stick by it. “At least you’re honest about it,” he finally grumbled, shifting in his seat.

He didn’t see it, but Y/n was mouthing ‘I would’ve done the same,’ to Zemo with a thumbs up. Sam saw the action however and narrowed his eyes making Y/n slump in their seat—though they slipped a wink to the Baron. Criminals just seem to understand each other.

Zemo turns to Sam next. Without even waiting for the Captains choice, he already asks the question. “Do you ever feel that Steve made a mistake choosing you to take on the mantle of Captain America? With all the pressure it comes with I assume it was hard shoes to fill.”

Having had plenty of time on the subject—having asked himself the same question multiple times, Sams answer comes easily. “In the beginning I did. And I have had a lot of time to think and with everything that’s happened since Steve left, I feel he wouldn’t have chosen me if he didn’t believe I could do it. He trusted me to continue the legacy and everyday I honor that while making it my own as well, because that’s what Steve would’ve wanted.”

Bucky has a smile on his face while Y/n smirks giving the man a firm nod as if to say, ‘You tell him, Cap.’

“See now that we’ve broke the ice in some sense we can work our way to becoming friends,” Y/n grins with laugh. “We managed to get through some tough questions without yelling or killing each other. I think that’s a start don’t you say.”

Sam chuckles, “We still have a long way to go, Y/n. But—,” he tilts his head with a shrug, “I guess you’re not too bad.” He laughs again when they reach up to wipe away a fake tear before placing their hand on their chest.

“Wow,” their voice is full of fake emotion, but it’s playful. “I never thought I’d see the day where Captain America complimented me. I think I might just give me soul to you if you’ll have It.”

“Okay, let’s not get that far,” Sam raises a hand, “I wouldn’t say we’re best friends yet—just civilized coworkers.”

Y/n sighs dramatically, flopping against the seat. “Oh poodles, well it was worth a shot.” There was a moment of silence where everyone had went back to their previous forms of entertainment. But like most silences, it was short lived. “Ya’ll wanna play would you rather?”

“This is gonna be a long flight.”

[winterfalconweek]

WinterFalcon Week 2021

The prompt results for WinterFalcon Week have finally been tallied, and it's time to kick off this fanweek celebrating our favourite MCU duo! But first, a quick reminder on the rules and guidelines of this challenge.

WinterFalcon Week will run from the 19th-25th of August 2021, a.k.a. exactly five months after the airing of the first episode of TFATWS. Creation time starts as soon as you've got your prompts - which is to say, as soon as you finish reading this post. We'd like this to be a fun, relaxed challenge for everyone, so there is plenty of time to create an epic creation.

Furthermore, we will not be enforcing deadlines very strictly at all - so if you do happen to miss a day or two, absolutely no stress. We will keep reblogging Winterfalcon content right through to the end of the year! Meanwhile, you are free to complete as few or as many of the prompts as you want, and you can submit as many or as few creations per day as the muse inspires.

Any and all types of creative fanwork - fic, art, gifsets, photo edits, video edits, and more - are welcomed in this fanweek! The only criterion is that it must be centred around the MCU pairing of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

There are no content restrictions for this challenge - NSFW, dark, or otherwise uncomfortable topics are accepted - however, we require any such content to be clearly identified in your title/summary/blurb and placed under a read-more cut, so that those who aren’t comfortable with seeing it can avoid it.

When you've finished your creation and you're ready to share it with the WinterFalcon world, @ this blog and use #winterfalconweek2k21 in your first five tags so we can find and reblog your work. Don't forget to add what day of the prompt week your creation is fulfilling!

Writers, we've created an AO3 Collection where you can post your fanfiction for ease of access - you can find it on the Archive as winterfalconweek_2k21.

Shoutout once again to the incredible @jemmablossom, creator of our stunning banner this year! Thank you so much for making this event not only possible, but beautiful ❤️

And now with no further ado, your prompts for 2021, as voted by you, the fans:

Day 1 (19 August): Sam Finds Bucky Before Civil War

Day 2 (20 August): Protectiveness

Day 3 (21 August): Fake Dating/Undercover As A Couple

Day 4 (22 August): Jealousy

Day 5 (23 August): Mistaken For A Couple

Day 6 (24 August): Bucky Carrying Sam

Day 7 (25 August): Love Languages

Prompts are general, and creators are free to interpret them however you want! As long as it's about Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, and has something of the prompt's general theme in it, anything goes.

And after that, all that's left to say, Winterfalconers, is this: happy creating! We cannot wait to see what you're all going to come up with. See you on the 19th!

[gyllenhaalstories]

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me,  gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

*~*~*

The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”