Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Alpine the Cat (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Bucky Barnes Recovering, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pre-Relationship, Pining, cockblock Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson is So Done, and is Not Getting His Needs Met... yet, Meet-Cute
Series: Part 1 of power throuple
Summary:
The universe sends Sam a sign when “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” pops up on his shower playlist that morning. That’s the world’s way of telling him he’s on the right path. Today, the buildup crescendos. Today, his dreams—daydreams and actual dreams alike—are going to come true.
Today, he’s going to climb Steve Rogers like the golden, muscular, six-foot-whatever mountain that he is.
(Sam has big plans. Unfortunately, so does the ex-assassin he and Steve have been fruitlessly chasing for months.)
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a’s sambucky master-list 2022:
(or mostly sambucky for the exception of exactly two ficlets which are gonna be added at the very end of this list)
ao3:
but baby i'm a fool for you
After several attempts at getting back in the dating game, Bucky bites the bullet and asks Sam for dating advice. Chaos ensues.
(Or, Bucky and Sam are dating, and they're the last to find out about it.)
(and to feel in the night) the nearness of you
Bucky stopped and let Sam’s feet touch the ground. “I’d never let you get hurt, sweetheart,” he said, too earnestly, and Sam looked at him, his wet hair sticking to face, his eyes that were as dark now as the midnight sky above them, big and sincere, full of love he never shied away from putting into words.
“I know,” Sam said, because he did. Some things would always remain certain; and like the sun rising and setting everyday, Bucky’s love would always remain real and undeniable.
You're my Calling (Cure my Longing)
Sam turns mid-sentence, gesturing ferociously at Bucky. The couple he’s talking to has big smiles that get bigger as he goes on, turning his back away from Bucky, talking with his whole body.
Bucky frowns and downs the last of his beer, debating if he should go over and join the conversation that’s obviously about him or if he should stay where he is, by the sidelines, watching from far away and–
Then Carlos is passing him and saying, “Congratulations, Bucky. Took y’all long enough,” and Bucky pauses, bewildered into stillness, but Carlos is gone before Bucky has the chance to ask what in the world he’s talking about.
the physical intimacy series:
i replay every embrace (just for a trace of you)
Every touch means something. Means everything.
and you touch me (and i'm like)
They both have their scars.
Some of them are marring their skin, touchable; a physical reminder of things they can never forget.
Others have left no trace.
But every scar has a story, Sam knows, even the ones you can’t touch.
When Riley fell, Sam wasn’t injured.
Like Heaven to Touch
The song ends and another starts. Sam half-turns toward the dancefloor at the first tone, the wine glass forgotten in his hand. He gets a look in his eyes as Frank Sinatra’s voice starts to fill the spacious room.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Bucky watches him for a moment; the look in his eyes is one of aching longing and wistfulness, as if the music has taken him to a different time and place. The look grows unbearably sad, so without thinking, Bucky asks, “Wanna dance?”
all that we do (we do for love) series:
(favorite choices)
(Bucky, Sam and the long, rocky road to parenthood.)
Baby Talks
Sam was just about done drying himself when he heard the giggles. Just like every other time, his heart bloomed, a love so tremendous and uncontainable filling his chest.
and i play it on repeat (until i fall asleep) co-written with @saryasy
“And for my last question, what’s next for you? Cap, you want to go first?”
Sam’s answer to this question has stayed the same throughout the day. He’s going to keep doing what he does best, fighting the good fight, protecting the people, and giving help to those who need it.
The thing is, all day, no one has asked Bucky what’s next for him. So, even though the way she worded it implied she’s asking Bucky next, Bucky’s completely blindsided when she turns to him and says, “What about you, Sergeant?”
There’s a long pause, Bucky’s mind blanking. He must have stared too long at the interviewer because Sam subtly nudges him.
So, without giving it much thought, Bucky says, “I’m gonna keep doing what I do best, watching Cap’s six and being an unpredictable, unstable human being.”
“That’s quite hot.”
must’ve been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this)
Sam imagined wedding planning was already stressful enough without fighting bad guys on a regular basis.
As it was, Sam was Captain America, and he had a job to do.
He also had a very disgruntled fiancé who followed him wherever he went.
romantic stylez (with a z)
“Oh, no.” Sam says, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s and leaning closer to him. “Tonight is very special for us. Y’see, James and I just got engaged and this is where we had our very first date.”
“Yeah,” Bucky picks up. “I’d’ve booked a table but I wasn’t sure he was going to say yes.”
“Aww, baby,” Sam says, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I was always going to say yes, you only ever had to ask.”
Bucky’s heart stutters in his chest as he meets Sam’s eyes, and he loses himself in the deep brown and the long, curled lashes just a little, only looking away when he hears the lady sighs sappily next to them.
(or, an undercover mission changes everything.)
Rough Surfaces
There was an inherent loneliness to being Captain America.
And it wasn’t like Sam had never been lonely before. He'd been lonely, he’d been alone, and he’d been lonely and alone, but there was something about this, a feeling so old he was surprised he could still feel it; that it still affected him.
That hollow silence that was once filled with the sound of life.
Figaro meowed and Alpine didn’t answer, and for a split second, Sam forgot. He panicked.
Then he remembered, and it weighed him down, an ache so deep it felt engraved into his very being.
And really, it was fine. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this alone, he could, but.
He didn’t want to.
Mostly, he had started to believe he wouldn’t have to.
tumblr:
nightfall
one chance, tender, savior (and check out the steering wheel flower arrangement by @elektraking)
pet
bruised/kissed
you’re distracting
delicious/mystery
shimmer
transparent
mornings and nights (samstevebucky)
in dreams (samriley)
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