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Long Live

Word Count: 1119 Requested: No Genre: Fluff & Angst Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: Mentions of death and grief

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I said remember this moment

In the back of my mind

The time we stood with our shaking hands

The crowds in stands went wild

Bucky took a deep breath, looking away from the memorial and instead to Sam beside him. Taking his hand, they entered the building. Hand in hand, they strolled through the museum that held relics of their friends; Relics they had seen used in battle, or just ones their friends had valued. It mostly denoted the history of Steve, and thus of Bucky, though it was strange for Bucky to see himself in an exhibit. When it was first unveiled, the public was beyond excited. The crowds cheered as the red ribbon was cut, opening the exhibit for the first time. Bucky was terrified, his entire life was on display for anyone to read. What would they think? What would Sam think?

We were the kings and the queens

And they read off our names

The night you danced like you knew our lives

Would never be the same

The pair stood silently, listening to the speeches for their lost friends. It was bittersweet. They listed all the heroes, everyone who helped save the world. The words coming from the mouths of strangers felt diplomatic and left them wishing their friends could be here to speak it themselves. Hearing their own names alongside the fallen was strange, though something both men had grown used to, being veterans. Bucky himself was presumed dead for many decades. It left Bucky’s mind to wonder, why did he survive? All of these good people lost their lives, yet after everything, he’d done he was still alive. As if Sam could sense Bucky’s thoughts, he gently gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, glancing over to the man whose eyes hadn’t left the podium.

You held your head like a hero

On a history book page

It was the end of a decade

But the start of an age

Sam’s speech exceeded all of Bucky’s expectations. He couldn’t have been more proud. He watched Sam make history. Sam exemplified what it meant to be a hero, giving everything he had to better the lives of others. His entire life was meant for this. Bucky wished he could say the same. Nonetheless, he was proud. In a strange way, Sam becoming Captain America brought Bucky more closure than anything Steve could have said. The era of pain, suffering, torture and everything he lost had ended as he and Sam stepped into a new light. The 106 years of pure misery he had lived faded to a chapter in his story.

Long live the walls we crashed through

All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered

The legacies of their friends would never be forgotten. They saved the world over and over again, changing so much for the better. Children everywhere looked up to them, and celebrated what they’d done. There were paintings, Halloween costumes, and even lessons taught in school. Heroes became something of mythical proportion, yet most of them started as ordinary people living ordinary lives. Now, they were anything but ordinary.

I said remember this feeling

I passed the pictures around

Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines

Wishing for right now

Bucky was sick of it all. There were banquets, memorials, and even billboards of his lost friends. For countless weeks he was dragged from event to event about their lost friends, then had to see their faces everywhere. It was cruel. They shared many photos of their dear friends' lives, not daring to shed a tear and appear anything but what the media expected. They were celebrated, something they had been waiting on for years. It was a bittersweet victory masking the grief.

We are the kings and the queens

You traded your baseball cap for a crown

When they gave us our trophies

And we held them up for our town

And the cynics were outraged

Screaming, "this is absurd"

'Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world

Sam was an inspiration. Becoming Captain America meant so much to so many people; many Americans that often felt forgotten finally felt seen. After Sam’s first appearance as Captain America and his speech to the media, people were upset. They were angry about the replacement of Steve despite it being Steve’s final wish. They refused to see through their own bigotted lens of the way things “should be.” Still, Sam rose victorious, and Bucky couldn’t have been more proud.

Long live all the mountains we moved

I had the time of my life

Fighting dragons with you

I was screaming, "long live the look on your face"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered

Bucky was tired of the hero thing. He wanted his legacy to last, but he didn’t like what it was. His favorite memories, the parts of the fight he held closest to his heart were the ones he fought with Sam. The unlikely team became something more. Something Bucky never thought he’d find. He never did the hero thing for the glory, but he knew their legacy would last. He silently promised himself that he would personally ensure none of his friends were forgotten as long as he lived.

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

There was one particular ball the pair was invited to, one honoring Steve. Not only did they honor Steve’s legacy, but they celebrated Sam. For the first time, Sam and Bucky danced together in front of everyone. The cameras flashed, but they didn’t seem to care. They knew the media would be angry, more than angry, but they didn’t seem to care. They had each other, and that was enough.

Can you take a moment

Promise me this:

That you'll stand by me forever

But if God forbid fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

It was later in the night, long after all the celebrations had ended. Bucky was feeling particularly down, realizing his life may come to a close at any moment without warning. As he laid his head on Sam’s chest, he shifted his head up. “Sam?” “Yes, love?” “Promise me that you’ll stand by me forever.” “I promise-” Bucky cut him off “I wasn’t done. But if, god forbid, fate should step in and we have to part ways, if you have children, when they point to the pictures. Please tell them my name.” “I promise Bucky, but I’d much rather you tell them yourself. Our kids, that is. Promise you’ll try?” Bucky couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his lip. “I promise.”

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Is it okay if I request a smut where Bucky is injured from a mission and reader doesn't want to have sex with him because she's afraid to hurt him but he convinces her he's okay please?

Thank you for your request but I do not currently write smut nor x reader fics

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Have you seen that tiktok blxxjob prank? Can you please write a smut on how you think Bucky would react to reader pretending to go down on him??🤣

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Hello, I have a smut/fluff idea❤where Bucky accidentally hurts reader with his metal arm during sex/making out?

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Where we’ve been

In the months it’s been since we posted, many things have happened. We graduated, started working more, and started the process of college. 

We have more content on it’s way, but we thank you for your patience as we adjust to our new schedules and lives. 

~ Sarah and Sarah

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May I Please Request A Smut/Fluff Where Bucky Has A Nightmare And Reader Helps Him Feel Better Please?

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It was just published for you, you can find it here. Let us know how you like it!

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Nightmares

Wordcount: 1416 Requested: Yes, by desstehhnee  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Summary: Bucky has a nightmare, the reader finds a way to comfort him. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ readers only 

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“Babe?”

The sound of the soft voice stirred you from your rest. You blinked the remaining sleep from your eyes as you turned to face him. Bucky had been dreadfully awake for what felt like hours, having struggled to muster the courage to wake his sleeping lover from beside him. He didn’t want to bother you, you seemed far too peaceful as you slept beside him. Getting Bucky to sleep in the bed in the first place was a struggle; The softness of the mattress was triggering and often left him with more panic than the floor ever did. After a few months of coaxing and gentle introduction to the mattress, Bucky agreed to spend the night in the bed. The event didn’t go as smoothly as he had hoped. Nightmares, ones worse than normal, plagued his sleep. He would rouse many times throughout the night, breathing heavily and coaxing himself back from the edge of panic. For the most part, it worked. This time was different, the image of the dream continued to haunt him long after he relax. It stayed burned into his mind because it involved you. He was tentative to wake his loving girlfriend, knowing you’d be incredibly understanding. He felt bad. 

“What’s wrong, Buck?” You asked, also shifting to sit up. He seemed incredibly vulnerable, which was out of the ordinary for the man. You knew that when he was in such a fragile state, especially when recovering from a nightmare, it was best not to touch him without explicit permission. He had to initiate or express he wanted you close. He didn’t, not yet at least. He didn’t respond, his voice seemed to get caught in his throat. You sighed. 

“Another nightmare?” you spoke gently, reached your hand out for him to take. He did, taking your supple hand in his calloused flesh one, not trusting himself with the harsh metal of his left arm. He brought your hand to his face, holding it against his flushed skin as he exhaled heavily, nodding slowly. You gently took your thumb and traced it against his cheek comfortingly. His face was dampened by what you had assumed to be tears. You wiped them away as your hand traced his cheek.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky quickly shook his head in response. Instead, he moved to be closer to you, releasing your hand and instead resting his head in your chest. You lifted your arms, wrapping them around Bucky, holding him close. He nuzzled his head into the apex of your neck and shoulder, finding comfort in your warmth. You hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I love every single part of you, you are perfect. Perfect for me.” 

Bucky almost cried again at your words. He didn’t think you understood how much he needed to hear them, especially considering he didn’t tell you the details of his nightmare. He stayed in your arms for a long while, yet never fell asleep. You didn’t either, insistent on staying awake until Bucky was peacefully asleep. He didn’t fall asleep, not for hours. After a long while, he felt the need to tell you about the nightmare.  

“I was back with Hydra,” he spoke suddenly. You turned your attention down to him, nodding softly, acknowledging you were listening. “They had you tied to some sort of chair. They were going to make me kill you, y/n.” He paused again, taking a shaky breath. “And I was under their control, I almost did before I woke up.” 

Bucky’s words were shaky as the tears threatened to spill again. He pulled you into him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. You gently stroked your hand through his hair as he hugged you, attempting to comfort the man. You shushed him gently, resting your lips against the top of his head. 

“I know you’d never hurt me Bucky, you never could,” you comforted. He shook his head, lifting it from its resting place to look up at you. 

“But what if they-” 

“Bucky they won’t,” you interrupted, not allowing him to finish that thought. “They can’t anymore, remember? You were given your mind back in Wakanda. Hydra has fallen. You are safe, Bucky.” 

He seemed satisfied with your response, resting his head back onto your chest. He stayed there for a moment, settling back into your arms and relaxing again. After a while, he tilted his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. He wanted your attention. He continued his actions until he got the satisfaction of a gentle groan leaving your lips, your eyes shifting down to him. He shifted to lay above you, before you stopped him. 

“Oh no, baby, if we’re doing this it’s gonna be all about you,” you hummed, instead pushing him back against the headboard, straddling his hips. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, eyes meeting for a moment. After you decided he had waited long enough, you brought your lips to his. He eagerly returned the sentiment, his flesh hand immediately finding its way into your hair, pulling you closer to him. The passion between your lips was evident, felt in a dramatic rush that couldn’t be missed. Your hand left his cheek, instead finding his metal hand, lifting it to rest on your hip. You pulled your lips from his, a soft whine leaving his lips as you pressed your forehead to his. 

“I told you you’re not going to hurt me.” You took the moment of separation to shift your lips to instead press gentle kisses down his jawline, across his collarbone, and eventually nearing where metal met skin. Scars littered his skin, and he tensed slightly as you neared them. 

“Relax, Bucky, it’s okay. You are perfect,” you hummed, careful to press a kiss to every one of his scars, your right hand still resting on his metal one while your left traced soothing patterns on his chest. After you were finally satisfied and had given adequate attention to each of his scars, you returned your lips to his. Parting them after a moment, you pulled your own shirt off, chuckling slightly at Bucky’s reaction to you having not worn a bra. 

“You ready baby?” You hummed, waiting for his consent. 

“Yes. God yes,” he sighed, and that was all you needed. 

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After coming down from your successive highs, you collapse into Bucky’s chest. He wraps his arms around you, chuckling softly. 

“Wear you out that much?” 

“Shut up,” you huffed, gently reaching up to playfully swat the smirk from his face. You stayed there, feeling exhaustion overcome you, but you were still worried for your lover. 

“You think you can get some sleep now?” You spoke, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. 

“I think so,” he hummed, sitting up slightly to pull the blankets over both of you. 

“Wake me if you need me,” you spoke, exhaustion evident in your voice as your eyes began to feel heavy. 

“I will, promise.” Bucky placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you drifted to sleep, your body resting on top of his. Moments later, he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. 

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For the first time in a while, you woke up before Bucky. Blankets were splayed out messily across the bed, though he remained peacefully asleep. You smiled to yourself, gently untangling yourself from his arms before searching the room for your long-discarded shirt, slipping it over your body. You were about to leave the bedroom when you heard Bucky stir, groaning slightly as he woke up. Instead, you made your way back to the bed. Sitting cross-legged on it, you smiled gently, carding your hand through his hair as he slowly woke up. 

“Morning, sleepy head,” you smiled. He simply groaned in response, covering his eyes with his flesh arm. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” he mumbled, still not fully awake. You chuckled slightly, lifting his head into your lap- to which he happily complied. 

“No more nightmares?” 

“No more nightmares.” The confirmation made your smile grow wider, your heart seeming to skip a beat.  As he began to wake up more, his smile matched yours, seeming proud that he slept peacefully the rest of the night. 

“Well, it seems to me like we found a solution to your nightmare problem, hm?” 

“Seems like we did.” 

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER APPRECIATION WEEK day seven ★ free choice: Sam and Bucky (in/sp)

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A Quick Note

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We would like to make a note that if you are not over the age of 18, please do not request any smut. Please do not read or interact with anything on this blog that is specifically marked 18+. This is both for our safety as legal adults and your safety as a minor. 

If you are a minor, you are still more than welcome on our blog! We have pleanty of minor-friendly work and many more in the works. We just ask that you avoid any of our smut or 18+ specified works. 

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Hey y’all,

So my laptop randomly decided to break this morning, so i won’t have it back until Friday at the earliest. I promise we are still writing for you and working on our requests, it just might be a bit before we get them posted.

- Sarah

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Catching Up

Word Count: 1228 Requested: No Summary: Bucky discovers Tik Tok.  Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: None

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Bucky walked into their shared apartment, a new phone in his hand. He seemed perplexed, confused by the small device. He had learned many ins and outs of modern technology in Wakanda, but the internet still confused him. The device was so small, yet could do more than most computers he had ever used. The internet wasn’t even a thought yet in the 40s. He couldn’t quite grasp what it was, why it was so popular, and how to use it. He hadn’t noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, swiping through a particular app he was trying to understand until Sam walked up to him. Sam hadn’t said anything for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest in hopes Bucky would notice him before he spoke. Much to his dismay, Bucky was too enthralled in the small device to pay any mind to Sam. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring the other, he was just incredibly focused. It spoke to his comfort around his lover; He was comfortable enough in their shared apartment to let his guard down and get distracted. Bucky didn’t feel the need to know everything around him all the time here. Sam finally spoke up.

“Bucky? What are you….oh. Need some help, old man?” Sam was just teasing. Cell phones were confusing to people who lived their whole lives in the modern-day, he was astonished Bucky managed to understand half of the things he did. Bucky was so open to new concepts, learning new information, and adapting his behavior. He had such an open mind to learn, something most people in the modern-day lacked. Sam was constantly proud of his boyfriend, but a little teasing was inevitable.

“Shut up, Sam. I’ve got it,” Bucky huffed, resistant to Sam’s help. He wanted to figure it out on his own. He felt like he had something to prove. He belonged here, he just wanted to feel like he did. He felt he belonged here, in this apartment, but in the outside world, he felt so out of time. Everything moved so fast and he barely was able to catch up. He constantly felt that every time he got close, there was something new to learn. Before Bucky had a chance to react, Sam reached forward, snatching the phone from Bucky’s hand.

“Sam stop-”

“Twitter huh? Seems like you got it pretty figured out here. You’re verified.”

“That’s not what I was trying to figure out. Shuri mentioned something about this like tik tok and I wanted to figure it out. I was gonna ask Twitter for help.” He was embarrassed. Bucky thought he sounded like an idiot, not knowing what any of these things were. Young people talked about it all the time, that and a long-gone app called Vine. He hated being around teens because they were barely a fraction of his age and so much more advanced than he was. Teenagers made him feel so far behind. At least around teenagers, he was supposed to feel out of place, but with Sam? He just wanted to be on the same level or at least close.

“I’m impressed. You didn’t have to ask Twitter, I know how tik tok works. C’mere let me show you.” Bucky grumbled. He wanted to do it himself, yet he couldn’t resist the excitement in Sam’s voice. Sam was always so eager to help Bucky, but Bucky felt bad asking for help. These were things any person born of modern times just knew. If Sam had been with anyone else, he wouldn’t have to offer help. Bucky wanted to at least pretend they had a normal relationship.“Okay so you see this plus sign at the bottom of the screen, you tap here to make a video…” They spent hours teaching Bucky the ins and outs of tik tok. They made Bucky an account and posted a few videos. For every one video they posted, they made about 100 drafts of other things. They posted some on Sam’s account, some on Bucky’s. Viewers loved Bucky and loved their relationship. They quickly became a tik tok power couple. Bucky was verified rather quickly and eventually found his niche. Most of the cute couple videos were usually on Sam’s account, but Bucky had other plans.

People asked a lot of questions, most often about his involvement in history and what the Winter Soldier had done. He didn’t mind, having moved past that part of his life and made it pretty far into his recovery. Some things were a little much, but he just didn’t answer those ones, and Sam taught him how to block people. Oftentimes Sam would reply to those comments, letting them know Bucky wasn’t comfortable answering those kinds of questions. Bucky answered a lot of questions...though most of them were fictitious stories. Nobody could tell him he was wrong, they weren’t there. Not all of his stories were falsified, so nobody really knew what was true and what wasn’t. He told adventures he never went on, changed details to make stories more entertaining, and even added some embarrassment to his friends that weren’t true. Even Sam had trouble deciphering the falsified stories from the real ones. Once, specifically after watching a tik tok Bucky had made detailing a false story about pre-serum Steve, Sam went up to Bucky. He was almost tricked into thinking it was real, but it sounded too good to be true. It was far too funny.

“Did he really do that?” Bucky paused before answering, breakout out into a fit of laughter. Sam wasn’t sure why he was laughing, it was a genuine question.

“No, idiot. I made it up, you should know I do this by now.”

The real fun came when people started asking Bucky about times he wasn’t even alive for. He was born in 1917, though doesn’t really remember much before the war. It was over 100 years ago, it wasn’t his fault. He invented this elaborate narrative, that Hydra had invented time travel and made him gather intel from times before. It was a rather complex story, one that felt almost too detailed to be false. Nobody could tell if he was serious or not. Bucky loved it, he had the whole world at his fingertips, and they all loved him.

Sam's tik tok was a whole different dynamic. He forced Bucky into all the couple challenges and trends, a few failing miserably and ending hilariously. Bucky acted as if he hated it, though, in reality, he found it adorable and endearing. Sam used it to document their lives, and answer questions, both about the world and their relationship. It was unexpected how many questions people had about their relationship. Some were highly inappropriate, but they answered them without answering, making jokes along the way. Really, it was just a lighthearted way to connect with people who loved them, and for them to share their love with the world. Most people were so very accepting and supportive, and the few who weren’t were just a laugh for the couple. Truly, it was perfect. They had their fair share of haters, especially people who were angry that Captain America was in a gay relationship, especially with an ex-Hydra assassin, but they brushed it off. For every one person who hated them, there were 10 more that loved them. And that was enough.

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Just The Two of Us

Word Count: 1052 Requested: Yes, on AO3 by clove6767 Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: N/A

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Part of the Song Fics series Part 2 of Exile

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I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

Is when the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

Their shared apartment was the shell of a home. Sam and Bucky thought it best to move in together, for the sake of their own sanity. If they constantly had someone else around, there would be less chance of drastically unhealthy coping mechanisms. Moving on from Steve was hard, especially considering how unexpected it was. Steve had just seemed to adjust to the modern world and suddenly left it. Bucky’s old apartment did nothing but remind him of Steve; Memories of the times they shared together were laced into every inch of the space. When Sam asked Bucky if they could move in together, he jumped at the chance. They had barely finished moving in when the rain started; The furniture was still covered in plastic wrapping and many boxes were still left unmoved in the truck. Something about it felt like a fresh start. The rain seemed to start to wash away the pain felt by Steve’s departure, and his return. The most hurt came from Bucky, though he tried to hide it from Sam. It broke Sam that Bucky was afraid to be vulnerable. Eventually, Bucky opened up. He didn’t talk about his feelings, that wasn’t his style. Instead, on that rainy Monday morning, Bucky took Sam by the hand, pulled him down onto the plastic-covered couch, and just curled into his side. He released a sigh, Sam wrapping his arms around Bucky. There were no words shared, but plenty was said.

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I

Bucky didn’t think he would ever be over Steve. When he finally left Steve in the bar weeks ago, he decided he was ready to move forward in his life with Sam. He felt ready to take steps into solidifying their life together. It took months for Bucky to let Sam in, and even then he was hesitant to open his heart. He was constantly hurt, used, and abandoned by those he trusted. He feared his own mind, what his hands could do, and had done. He wasn’t sure he was ready to let Sam hurt him too. Sam never would, not intentionally, and somewhere deep down Bucky knew that. He just couldn’t risk it. He didn’t trust himself, either. What if he hurt Sam? He wouldn’t let himself live it down. In the months it took, Sam was patient. They moved at their own pace, very slowly. One step at a time. They built the life together that Bucky had always dreamed of. Not the one he wanted to share with Steve, but rather a new dream. One that brought joy and love. They built their life together one brick at a time.

We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know

Bucky had learned, or rather was forced to learn, that tears brought him no satisfaction nor relief. Hydra had never let up on his torture for them, and they certainly did not bring Steve back. So, he didn’t cry. Or rather, he couldn’t. He leaned heavily into Sam, feeling like he had no other choice. It was either Sam or a therapist, and Bucky certainly had a preference. At first, there wasn’t necessarily a romantic aspect to their relationship. Bucky was just lonely. Slowly, he fell in love with Sam. Sam let Bucky fall into love at his own pace, never rushing him. Bucky started to push Sam away when realized what he felt. He didn’t want to be hurt again. Sam noticed his growing distance and wasn’t going to let Bucky shut him out. One day, almost out of the blue, Sam simply went to Bucky and placed their lips together. From then on, they were inseparable.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall

On the window down the hall

And it becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you

The first night without nightmares came as a shock to Bucky. It had taken months, but Sam eventually coaxed Bucky to sleep in the bed with him. The deal was Bucky would remove the arm, or he would sleep on the floor. Sam agreed. That resulted in a relapse of nightmares that Sam had helped him through. One particular morning, Bucky awoke to the sound of rain. He glanced at the clock, it read 11:30 am. He blinked, sitting up. He looked to his flesh hand, the metal arm sitting in its place on the dresser. Everything was normal. He wasn’t having a nightmare, but rather slept peacefully through the night. The rain slowly cleared up, raindrops slowing their descent on the window. Bucky looked to Sam, gently placing a hand on his sleeping lover’s back. Sam awoke immediately, careful not to flinch too much at the sudden arousal. He looked to Bucky, quickly sitting up and placing a hand on his thigh.

“What’s up, Buck, nightmare again?” Bucky shook his head, smiling softly.

“For the first time, no.” Sam laughed in reaction softly, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you.” Bucky hadn’t heard those words in years, not in any positive light anyways. He couldn’t remember the last person who was proud of him for something that wasn’t a murder. He smiled brightly, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder.

“Sam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.” That was the first time those words had left Bucky’s lips in almost 80 years. Sam was taken aback for a moment. In the pause, Bucky lifted his head, almost worried for his reaction. Was it too soon? Did he screw up the only good thing he had left?

“I love you too Bucky.”

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

Let's get it together baby (yeah)

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

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Exile

Word Count: 1337 Requested: No Genre: Angst Pairing: Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes), Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes), Steggy (Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter) Warnings: Breakups, Angst

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I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all

Steve had been watching Bucky’s new life with Sam. He tried to keep his distance, not be seen. He wanted Bucky to move on. Steve hadn’t realized how hard he was making that with his presence. He wondered if Bucky was really okay with his choice. He seemed to be, his eyes shining as he laughed at something Sam had said - something Steve didn’t find funny. What Steve hadn't realized was that Bucky, a trained assassin, was aware of everything. Including Steve’s presence. Steve was satisfied with his choice of living a life with Peggy, beyond satisfied even. He was happy. Something in him hated the fact that Bucky seemed to move on. He almost wanted Bucky to be stuck on him, to love only him. There was a part of him that wanted Bucky to only be his, even when he chose someone else. Even though Bucky wasn’t his first choice or his choice at all, Bucky was still his. His heart panged with jealousy as he watched Bucky begin to rebuild his life.

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Bucky had been angry for a long time. Steve had left him and hadn’t stopped for a second to think what that might do to Bucky. He didn’t even say goodbye. Bucky was forced to stand and watch as Steve left, assuming he’d return. He didn’t return, not how he was before. He came back with stories of a life Bucky would never get to experience, one that didn’t include him. He was forced to just stand and watch as his heart shattered. The thought didn’t take Steve more than a moment. Bucky was an afterthought, something that seemed more like a nuisance that needed to be dealt with rather than a whole, complete thought. Bucky was already trying to rebuild himself from the ground up, but he thought he would have Steve to help him along. Instead, Steve left him with another mess to clean up.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

Bucky had been left time and time again, abandoned by people he thought were his closest friends, or at least trustworthy. He never took Steve to be a person to do the same. Despite being left alone, he found himself defending Steve over and over again. Stepping into conversations to share who he really was. Why though? Steve was nothing to him anymore, just a whisper of a memory that could never be replicated. He was now just an outsider with a distant memory. Bucky could barely grasp onto the memories, Steve was at least able to remind him. He clung to any scrap of Steve he could, any writing, photograph, or behavior. He carried around his notebook that had all the things he wanted to experience to catch up with the modern world. Bucky wanted to fulfill that bucket list. If he had his way, he’d do it with Steve. Instead, he had to do it alone.

I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury

Bucky noticed Steve watching him with Sam. How could he not? He was sick and tired of seeing him everywhere, forced to see the face of the person who destroyed him. Why was Steve so jealous when he’s the one who chose to leave? Bucky had been trying so hard to move on, to continue with his life, yet when he did that Steve wanted to stop him again. He kept adding salt to the wound, slicing it open right as it healed. He had to drag himself up over and over just to get forced back to the ground. Bucky was tired of giving people second, third, fourth, and even beyond chances, everyone he allowed back in would just betray him again. He vowed to be better than that. He kept meeting Steve’s eyes, the hurt cutting a little deeper each time. Somehow, he forced himself to look away.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

You were my crown

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

Bucky was always so proud of Steve. Everything that he was, what he fought against, who he was. The serum never changed him, and Bucky envied that. He was always just...good. Steve was his pride and joy, and suddenly he was nothing. Bucky was once again left behind, a footnote in a great story. He was an afterthought in the great novels that were written about Steve. The sidekick who didn’t have his own story. He was no one if not Steve’s best friend. He couldn’t take it. Seeing Steve watching him was angering him, so standing from the barstool, he pushed through, leaving the dimly lit bar. Forcing his way through the people, he walked down the hallway that crossed the back of the restaurant, pushing out the employee door and into the alleyway.

So step right out There is no amount Of crying I can do for you All this time We always walked a very thin line You didn’t even hear my out (you didn’t even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

Bucky was never a person to really cry. Even if he did, he wouldn’t shed tears for Steve, he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to break Bucky after promising to repair him. They together made a promise: “to the end of the line.” The line was far too thin, far too breakable, for Bucky to put his faith in. Yet he did. He pretended the line was sturdy, steadfast, and never ending. The rope ran out before he knew it was happening. He had tried to desperately cling to a frayed edge that couldn’t support him. He had lost Steve. Steve didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t even take the mere moment to say goodbye to Bucky. Bucky had so many words, so many reasons for Steve to stay, yet Steve never stopped by to talk to him. It was as if leaving was far easier than facing the reality of what he was doing. It was an abrupt end to decades of love. They had been searching for each other for decades, and when they finally reunited Steve left.

All this time I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) I couldn’t turn things around (you never turned things around) ‘Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

After saving Bucky from Hydra, Steve felt like he didn’t know him. Even after spending years with him after he recovered, Steve still never learned how to understand Bucky. The way he spoke, the way he loved, the way he expressed his emotions. Steve didn’t understand it. He assumed Bucky still knew how to understand him, but he was wrong. Bucky felt like he didn’t know Steve anymore. He gave Bucky so many signs he was leaving, yet Bucky never saw any of them. Bucky gave Steve so many signs that he was relying on him, that Steve was all he had, yet Steve ignored them. Or he just didn’t see them. Either way, Bucky was left alone, forced to repair what Steve had broken all alone. Just like always.

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leaving out the side door

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | 1.04

“I thought I could trust [Sam]. I got the impression that he and I had some things in common, but then it turns out he’s working for your new Captain America.” - Karli Morgenthau

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ANTHONY MACKIE as SAM WILSON  in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021) | Truth

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Weekend Getaway

Word Count: 1272 Requested: No Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Alpine take a vacation to the beach, which takes an unexpected turn. Genre: Fluff, Angst Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: Language, Sexual undertones (no explicit content), mentions of trauma + insecurity

Part 3 of the Alpine Love series

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“It’s too damn hot.” “Well maybe if you took off that damn jacket and wore a t-shirt for once you wouldn’t have to complain about being hot.”

Bucky grumbled something unintelligible in response. He wasn’t going to take Sam’s advice, he was far too stubborn. Sam sat behind the wheel, while Bucky sat in the passenger seat with Alpine in his lap. Both men were too stubborn to let up, so the conversation fizzled out there. They weren’t going to argue on vacation. Sam reached a hand over to Bucky’s, gently wrapping his fingers around Bucky’s metal ones, squeezing softly. Bucky looked up to him, though Sam’s eyes were trained on the road. Bucky inhaled for a moment, pulling his metal hand away. He instead replaced it with his right hand. Sam gave him an inquisitive look but brushed it off as he continued driving.

After some time, they arrived at the beach house they had rented out. Bucky huffed gently. “Finally, could you have driven any slower?” Sam scoffed in response.

“Yeah, I could’ve. Would you have driven faster?” Bucky left the question unanswered. Instead, he tucked Alpine into his jacket, zipping it so the cat sat comfortably in it. Exiting the car, he squinted at the bright sunlight, grumbling slightly.

“Why did you have to pick somewhere so damn hot?” he groaned, adjusting his jacket slightly. The temperature was upwards of 80 degrees, and Bucky having chosen long sleeves, a jacket and gloves weren’t helping. Sam couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.

“Just take off your jacket, and your gloves,” he suggested. Bucky shot him a glare.

“No, then where would I hold Alpine without the jacket?”

“You and that damn cat. Fine then, just lose the shirt.” Bucky took in a heavy breath, his stubbornness showing through.

“No.” With that, Bucky simply made his way into the beach house. He had never been to one before, the concept seeming a little strange. Why did you need to rent someone else’s house when you have your own perfectly functional house? He didn’t raise the question, instead placing Alpine on the floor and finding the controls for the air conditioning. He hadn’t noticed Sam enter the house until his arms wrapped around his middle.

“Jesus, are you trying to scare me?” he huffed, twisting out of Sam’s arms and turning to face the man. A look of discouragement was written on Sam’s face, though he quickly wiped it away. Bucky didn’t notice.

“Why don’t we go to the beach?” Bucky detested the idea. He wasn’t feeling the greatest in reference to the metal arm. The beach meant going shirtless, and shirtless meant his arm (and subsequently his scars) were on display. Bucky didn’t like the idea of that.

“Alpine can’t go to the beach, so no.” Bucky refused to admit his insecurity to Sam. He wasn’t in the mood for the ‘well I think you’re perfect’ bullshit, he just wanted to sulk about it. Sam was growing both disappointed and frustrated. He wanted them to have a relaxing vacation at the beach, yet Bucky seemed to want more to do with the cat than with his boyfriend.

“The cat will be fine for a few hours, please Bucky?” Sam wasn’t one to beg. He preferred to just get his way. That clearly wasn’t happening.

“For god’s sake Sam, I said no, just let it go,” Bucky snapped, stomping off to the bedroom. He fell back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands. He realized that was a mistake, being forced to face the harsh reality of his metal arm again. He sat there for a long while before Sam came in.

“Bucky?” “What?” Bucky sat up, crossing his arms over his chest. Clearly, Bucky was still in a foul mood. Sam didn’t seem bothered by it. He slipped off his shoes, moving to sit beside Bucky.

“Well, since you don’t want to leave the house,” he paused to place a kiss on the other’s cheek, his hand finding it’s way under Bucky’s shirt. “I thought we could have some fun of our own right here.” He paused again, this time to place a kiss on Bucky’s lips. “We are on vacation after all.” Bucky was tempted for a moment, a long moment. That was until the insecurity took hold again, then anger about his past, which forced him to have the weapon of a prosetetic. He pushed Sam away, maybe a little too harshly.

“No Sam.” He didn’t say much more, he didn’t want to. He never liked spilling everything out into words, he preferred just sulking on his own until he got over it.

“What the hell is the matter with you, man? This isn’t like you.” Sam realized that his words were rather harsh, and he didn’t mean them the way they came out. It was too late to take them back, and he was too stubborn to apologize. So he let them hang in the air. Bucky stood up from the bed.

“The hells the matter with me? Did you bother to think before you asked me that? Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been through every way since World War 2. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve committed more murders than anyone alive. Or maybe it has something to do with all the scars and the metal fucking arm that reminds me of it all every single day. You don’t get to tell me what isn’t like me until you’ve lived a moment in my damn head.” He hadn’t realized he was yelling until he finished. He saw the look on Sam’s face, and couldn’t bear to look at him. He realized he screwed up. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word in, Bucky disappeared out of the room, leaving the house to god-knows-where.

Sam wasn’t able to do anything but just sit in the room worried about his lover until his return. Alpine made the appearance, also seeming worried about Bucky, curling up beside Sam as the man stroked his fur. It wasn’t until hours after dark that Bucky returned. Sam nearly ran to greet him, pausing as he remembered the conditions of his departure.

“Bucky I’m sor-” “Don’t give me that shit. Just get over here and kiss me.” Sam released a sigh of relief. Bucky still loved him, at the very least. He listened, for once, making his way over and pulling Bucky in to place a kiss on the other man’s lips.

“Answer me one thing: is that how you really feel?”

“I guess. I don’t know.” Bucky was trying to brush it off, pretend it didn’t exist. Sam wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Well, let me tell you this. Your life wasn’t your own, not until now. You are still the most amazing man I’ve ever met. Those scars, and that beautiful arm of yours, tells a story. Not of what you’ve done, but of what you survived. It doesn’t show your flaws, it shows your strength.” Bucky pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna go throw up now, because that was fucking disgusting. Did you just pep talk me?” He scoffed, chuckling softly.

“No, yeah, maybe. Whatever. Did it work?” “Yeah thanks Sam, you talked me out of my trauma, wonder why I didn’t think of that.” Clearly, Bucky was being sarcastic. “Can we just go to bed now?”

“I’d love nothing more.” So they did, Bucky slept in bed with Sam and Alpine. He had nightmares that night, but he had his favorite person to help him through. And somehow, that was enough.

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