#and also domestic sambucky there was so......

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, cuddling up on the couch to watch the new queer vampire show. Excited to see the messy drama unfold before their eyes.

#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky headcanons #domestic fluff #sorry im just so into iwtv rn everyone #also my first version of this post 😂 disappeared for some reason #my headcanons

[abarbaricyalp]

Author Question Tag Game Thing

Thank you so much for the tag @cobrafantasies !!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

131 (ElisabethMonroe)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

863,403

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel/SamBucky (I've got a few Buddie WIPs languishing)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Truths Beneath Our Ribs The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation Tying Me to You (never) Lost In Translation A Conversion of Worry and Love All fics I wrote while the show was airing. Please, casual fans, come back

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! But I am so behind right now :/

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably My Sunshine. I was rude with that ending. Though Stained and Sun Burst may give it a run for its money.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Most of my fics have pleasant endings. Maybe Until The Last Rose?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Knock on several pieces of wood, no. I've never gotten hate on a fic. Please, nobody take this as a challenge.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I've discovered the hilarious pattern in my writing where Bucky is nigh on constantly giving Sam a bj. It's what Sam deserves. Other than that, I hope my smutty scenes are kinda sappy and lovey, for the most part.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

For my own personal enjoyment, yeah. I came into fandom with SuperWhoLock, so there was a lot of cross over there and I write a Raven Cycle/X-Files crossover when I'm bored or unmotivated.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not, but I used to get prompts stolen a lot when I RP'd back in ye olden days.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Maybe. A few people have asked, but never followed up. I totally get it. That's a lot of work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not necessarily as a co-author, but I've done Bangs and had betas/artists that were essential to the process.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Y'all know I love me some SamBucky, but I do hold onto MorMor still. It just scratches the itch in my brain.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

So many. I think the one I most want to write but have the least confidence in finishing it is a Sam/Steve/Bucky Hunchback of Notre Dame AU. It's set in a future-Hydra Won world and has assassin and spy intrigue and so many identity issues

16. What are your writing strengths?

I always say dialogue on this question and I always hope it's true.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

1) Remembering to describe things, but I think if I have time I'm pretty good at going back and filling in the gaps. 2) Getting out of the research phase. I love to read about things and make as full of a story as possible, but I often spend so long doing that, I either lose confidence or lose interest in the actual writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If you've read (never) Lost in Translation, you'll know I'll use it. If you read the comments on that fic you'll also know I'm bad at it and it takes a village.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Twilight but I don't really count that. Really really officially, it was Sherlock/MorMor.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Currently it's Tell It to the Bees (and the birds). I also really like A Time for Dancing and i found something in the woods somewhere

Please, anyone who wants to do this, do so! I love reading responses to these kinds of things!

#writing #about me #i answer things #sambucky #sambucky fanfic

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Piling It All Differently

[ID: a green badge of s'mores with text that reads 'Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, S'Mores, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Piling It All Differently

Square Filled: S'Mores

Warnings: food for those having it as a t.w

Word Count: 775

A/N: just a ficlet for @sambuckylibrary's summer bingo of a couple of guys making treats and being domestic in the kitchen.^^

***

A box thumped against a counter and got it's lid removed. Revealing several some ingredients of the dessert sort. 

Gathering some graham crackers, he spread them out on a large plate. He added some chocolate bars and marshmallows on some. Also putting sliced strawberries, whipped cream cheese, berry sauce into the mix. 

Sam whistled along to a tune, sweeping the Nutella back and forth over a piece. 

Someone popped their head by the doorway. "Heya, Sammy." 

"Hey there, Buck," Sam replied, getting another clean spoon. 

"What are you doing?" Bucky strode into the kitchen, stopping to a halt by a counter. He scanned the equipment and ingredients, pulling a face. "Hang on. . . those are s'mores?" 

"Yup." He opened a container of blueberry jam. "I've missed having some." 

"I'm sure s'mores don't have strawberries or that sort of stuff." Bucky pulled a face, waving a finger around. 

"Well, it isn't all chocolate and marshmallows nowadays." "I didn't think someone would put other stuff than those." 

"Hmm, you've missed out on what types are out there." 

"Heh, I guess it's due to being cryo and whatnot." 

Bucky chuckled, nearly bowling Sam over with those offhanded remarks. It still kept surprising him whenever he made comments with such utter nonchalance. Then again, he hadn't lost his sense of humor entirely. 

"That. . . that and I bet no one's told you all about it." 

"Uh huh. So, why you'd make s'mores that are somewhat not s'mores?" 

"For some variety. Besides, these aren't gonna be for us. Sarah and the boys are dropping by, so I'm preparing some for them." 

"Do ya need some help?" Bucky's eyes twinkled. 

"If you truly mean it, sure," Sam replied, lifting a shoulder. "However, if you don't steal when I'm not looking, we got ourselves a deal." 

Bucky raised a hand in a salute, a corner of his mouth twitching. "Aye-aye, Cap." 

After Sam got a polka dot apron, he tossed it to Bucky, who wrapped it around his waist. He sauntered towards him, picking a graham cracker. Setting it on an empty plate and placed a chocolate bar and marshmallow on it. Five s'mores with three stacks. He pressed down on them with his left palm, compressing them. 

Air tried escaping his throat and he cleared it up, bursting into a cough. He shook his head, fumbling with the s'mores, consisting of a strawberry slice, marshmallow, and whip cream cheese combo. 

Just as he could grab the blueberry jam, Bucky wrapped his fingers around a spoon covered in cream and chocolate sauce. 

"No, no, no," Sam said, lifting a forefinger while wagging it. "This ain't your spoon, Sergeant!" 

"C'mon, I'm just borrowing it," Bucky murmured, sinking the spoon onto a bowl of Dulce de Leche. "You can get another if you want it so bad." 

Sam frowned, tsking. "Such a heathen." 

"What can I say, Cap?" Bucky grinned, swinging the spoon slightly. "Part of my appeal." 

At that, Sam hurled a graham cracker at him. Only for Bucky to crush it with his right hand, crumbling it into bits. 

His stomach lurched as his heart rate jumped, elevating his pulse. 

Even without super strength, Bucky proved to be. . . well. . . 

Blinking, Sam forbid his brain to finish that statement. He had to focus on making s'mores. . . not distracted by whatever was going on. 

They got back to working on their respective s'mores, just bumping elbows or shoulders in light pressure. Sam had to hold his breath, lest some sound escaped him. A weak sigh or some other. . . nope. He refused to allow his mind to go there. Difficult enough with Mr. Staring Problem in his vicinity. 

Thankfully, he didn't do much staring. If he did, otherwise. . . oh, stop that! 

Sam poured some Dulce de Leche above the toasted marshmallow and banana slice. It dripped down, landing on the plate's porcelain surface. He kept repeating it while watching Bucky compress a bunch of s'mores. 

"Great," Bucky mumbled, stretching his fingers. "Now they're covered up in sticky chocolate." 

"Yep, we did use way too much jam and Nutella." Sam grimaced at those coating his fingers. "Better wash up after we're finished." 

"And we'll roast them after?" Bucky asked, sounding expectant. "Because I can't wait to find out how these taste. Once they're. . . roasted and all that." 

Sam nodded. "So far, we did a pretty good job at this." 

"You know, Sammy, maybe we can take this as partners in a baking show." 

"Well, partners? Sounds intriguing, however, I'd be up for a challenge being contestants." 

Like the utter fools they could be, they began cracking up at their absurd plans. Just preparing snacks together in a kitchen.

***

#sbsummer2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #ships: sambucky #enchant: fanfics #sbsummer23

[questinwitchface]

Such a fun game! I feel like I have an idea about 😅 so I'm gonna go with

🥺, 🎢, ✨

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Yes! SamBucky dancing kills me every time, especially if they aren't together yet. There's something so sweet about it, about how it adds to the tension between them, and I just adore it. It makes me feel things! I've had a dancing moment in at least four of my SamBucky fics, and every time, it gets me. I also had a dancing moment in my Joaquin/Shang-Chi fic, The Guy Next Door, and that one gets me, too, so it's not just when SamBucky do it either. This is just an interaction that I love!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

The Promise of Cheesecake and a Decent Wine, for sure. I tagged it as emotional parkour, and that is what the fic is. It's a fake dating plot with extremely domestic fluffy scenes, outing and media fallout, family fluff, an awkward photoshoot, both Sam and Bucky recovering from trauma, a dance scene, Sam and Bucky working on their communication, sexual dysfunction due to trauma, the only one bed trope, and also a mass shooting. It's got so much stuff in it I couldn't tag every warning and every trope involved without running out of room to tag, so mind the content warnings in the beginning author's notes if you read it. It's about 218 k, rated E.

,✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

Ugh, this one's hard. I guess it's really admirable that I use each new story as an opportunity to level up as a writer, whether that's branching into a new genre I haven't tried before, trying something technical like dual pov for the first time, or just writing something I was always uncomfortable trying to write before (like smut) for the first time, I tend to use each story as an opportunity to grow as a writer, and I think that's a good thing.

#my answers

[barneswilsonrogers]

Trope game!

thank you for the tag @writerkenna

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 -> don’t care either way

10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional

Age Gap: 5

only if its silver fox steve and the age gap is not big

Codependency: 5

I like it only to an extent. If it’s too extreme then it becomes annoying as fuck. Especially if the main ship hurt other people/treat other people like they’re less important than their partner (iykyk)

I also never saw the appeal of a character who commit s*icide because their partner dies. Yall are not Romeo and Juliet calm down.

Enemies to lovers: 6

It’s not my favorite. I would only click if I like both characters equally. Also sometimes this trope can easily turns into a toxic relationship which I dislike.

Enemies With Benefits: 6

what’s the difference between this and enemies to lovers?? arent they the same lol

Fake Dating/Relationship: 7

I've read a couple of sambucky/samsteve fics like this and they're always fun.

Found Family: 10

This is my shit! Cap quartet is my favorite example.

Friends To Lovers: 10

yep another one of my faves! it's why I love samsteve so much.

Friends With Benefits: 5

meh

Hurt/Comfort: 8

I loveeee it so much esp if it gets steamy at the end hehe

Love Triangle: -1

I used to love it when I was younger but now it's poly or else

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 7

I love it esp if the writer is skilled and there are many twists and turns along the way

Monster Fu… Relationship: 0

I dont understand loool is it like Venom and Eddie? is it one of those abo Werewolves thing? I'm not against it I just don't get it lmaoiksdnfk idk these fics are not my radar thats all

Does vampire count because I do ship loustat and lestat is kind of a monster 😂

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: -1

Sorry but most of the times, the dialogue makes me cringed!!! So I rather avoid them lmao

Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 10

Duh?? i ship sambucky

Poly: 10

YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES in the mcu i ship samstevebucky, clintbuckynat, stevebuckypeggy, rhodeytonypepper - they're all amazing

Pregnancy: 8

I'm a sap i love domestic things

Second Chance: 8

Oh, this is beautiful esp if it's about Steve Rogers building a new life after he wakes up and making the most of it because he's grateful to have a second chance.

Sex To Feelings: 8 oh yes. always a yes.

Slowburn: 8 I love when a story is so good and you don't want it to end so please make it as slow as you want lol

Soulmates: -1 yeah idk sometimes it works, sometimes it too predictable

tagging! (with 0 pressure): @alivedean @lilacevans @love-buckybarnes @margaretacarter and anyone of my mutuals

#writerkenna #idk how to tag lmaodnxn #tagged!

[faeriecap]

MCALPINE SESSIONS ANON HERE, BESTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry I've been MIA, there was a little drama with a certain ship that is prominent on your blog that I just did not wanna deal with lmao. I didn't wanna project my annoyance with the ship onto you so for my sanity, I had to leave BUT I'M HERE NOW AND FERAL FOR SOME UPDATES (or just some shop talk, I need more friends 🥲) I hope you've been doing well though! I saw you were on a little hiatus a while back so I hope everything is good on your side of the universe ❤️

YAAAAAAAY YOURE BACK!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 tysm for thé well wishes firstly, things are up and down over here but i’m trying my best to just keep on keeping on and the support means all the world to me! but it’s pride month so i’ve been trying have more fun and just enjoy it, i’m hoping to see some of the new marvel releases soon and OMGGG THE NEW CAP 4 content i am barking i am feral SAM LOOKS SO GOOD HES BACK HES BAAAAAACK

in terms of fic ive been writing a little bit but not as much as i’d like bc i’ve been pretty busy with life and also the rpg i’m currently modding lol HOWEVER i’ve locked in some new plot points and my definite plan once time frees up for me in a few months is a full rewatch of all 3 cap films and maybe even sam’s other cameos (and maybe fatws…. not sure yet, that one i saw more recently and a LOT of time has to pass before i can stomach rewatching anything if i ever do at all, even my favorite things, bc my attention span SUCKS lmao) + hopefully i’ll be able to crank out some of the scenes for the fic set within that time frame (bc i’ve been writing most of the ones that happen post cacw) and then it’ll be done! or ready to be beta’d at least… which… if ur interested 👀 i cant remember what my last update for u was about so i’ll update this post with a new snippet once it’s been shared <33

edit: here it is!!

the front door slammed, and sam dropped his keys on the counter before appearing upside down above them. to his credit, he did not seemed phased to find them tangled up underneath the couch’s throw blanket in the middle of the day.

“what’s this about hickeys, and why am i getting them?”

“bucky’s retired.” steve offered by way of explanation, raising his free arm to pull sam closer. even so, they couldn’t quite reach without him doubled over the frame, so he wandered down the hallway to change out of his clothes before steve could kiss him.

the problem is all the scenes post cacw after they get together are sort of just random which means it goes from this intense emotional will they won’t they with a touch of actual canon events created non romantic tension to this slush of fluff and domesticity and no real stakes anymore hahahahaha like idk where to go with it??? beyond just. making them cuddle more LMAO so…. any suggestions from the people lmk

i hope you’ve been doing well yourself and taking care of yourself and i as always look forward to hearing from you again soon :))) with regards to the ship drama, i am SOOOO curious could u elaborate??? was the drama related to my blog or just like generally in the fandom? DONT LEAVE ME HANGIN WHAT WAS THE SHIP 👀👀👀 i don’t feel like i post that many so i’m so intrigued which it could be lol since i’m assuming it’s not sambucky and probably (??) not stevebucky (tho maybe)

but seriously though i’d love to know bc i don’t want my account to be uncomfy for anyone but least of all my fav anon x so if i need to update my tagging system for u to properly blacklist my posts about it or anything of the sort pls lmk, either here (and i can answer privately too if you’d prefer 🤍) or messaging me! plus if by drama there’s smth actually problematic im rb i absolutely wanna be informed and aware of it! i will confess i’m quite curious as to who my secret admirer could be ;)) and i appreciate ur honesty!

until the next meeting, be well and lots of love 🫶🏻

#i speak #asks #the mcalpine sessions #jays fanfics

[acaiyatree]

sambucky fixing a boat montage could be something SO personal

#e5 was such a treat tho #LIKE finally no adding multiple plot lines for no fucking reasons #just a good little relaxing time with the characters #and also domestic sambucky there was so...... #this episode is such a treat istg #i love it #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #mcu

[yaksomins]

hi!!! lol I’m still making my way through your backlog SO if you haven’t already done this, I have a request for Sambucky + grocery shopping 🥰

"look, sam." bucky hunched over the handle of the shopping cart he'd wheeled into the store. "fifteen minutes. we need to stick to the list and be in and out in fifteen minutes."

"and why are you telling me that?"

"because, samuel, you always seem to need help—wait, grab one of those," bucky pointed at a box of cereal on the top of a nearby display, "maybe two, actually."

sam inspected one box and frowned before throwing two of them into the cart. "we don't eat these. and they're not on the list."

"yeah, but our nephews do. did you forget they're visiting this weekend?"

"no..." sam said slowly, too caught up in the way bucky's 'our' made his heart flutter. "i didn't forget."

"yeah. sure." bucky rounded the corner and entered a new aisle with sam trailing close behind. "you know, you're lucky you're so cute," he teased, "otherwise i'd get tired of constantly reminding you of things."

sam wrapped his arms around bucky's waist and gave him a firm squeeze. "so lucky," he murmured, clinging to bucky and nuzzling his back as bucky continued pushing the cart with a smile.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america and the winter soldier #my soft boys #i love writing little domestic moments like this! #so thank you for requesting #also thank you for reading and enjoying what i write !!! #it makes me so happy #* #ficlet #request

[heinzrat]

I had a dream about SamBucky adopting a kid they found on a mission last night, so here's a sort of summary of that (+ some details from me thinking about it after I woke up):

Sam and Bucky raided some evil base (hydra? idk it wasn't really clear) where they were training kids to fight, similar to that place in agent carter and maybe the red room (I haven't seen black widow or looked into the red room much so idk much it about it)

The place was mostly abandoned but when they were looking for whatever they went there for they found a young girl hiding; she was scared but sort of trusted them and went with them when she saw they safe and trying to help her. They'd found some documents the place kept and found through them something about her parents being killed (by hydra/the evil guys) and couldn't find anything else about her family. Because her upbringing the girl had very delayed speech development, and when they found her she was practically mute

My dreams kinda play like a movie so timeskip babyy

Sam and Bucky are speaking to a careworker about to put the kid into the system, she doesn't want to leave them and they don't really want to leave her. Sam pulls Bucky into a corner to talk and they pretty much say "screw it we'll adopt her"

Timeskip again

On the documents they found the girl was never given a name just a number to ID her with (Subject-123 or whatever), but Sam and Bucky renamed her to Riley (they just used petnames in the dream but I don't wanna keep calling her "the kid")

Bucky pretty much retires full time to be a stay at home dad, Sam is still cap but he's still home quite a lot and makes sure to be extra loving before and after he's going on missions (he gets fussed over by Bucky and Riley a lot in return). Bucky always would set up some sort of dinner or surprise whenever Sam came back from missions away, Riley likes to help him set stuff up, so she can spoil her Papa (Sam is Papa, Bucky is Daddy)

Riley's speech is coming along with her dads teaching ad encouraging her (alongside a speech therapist they hired), she struggles with pronunciation and generally prefers to only speak when she needs to.

AJ and Cass both love Riley. Cass is very protective of her, he likes to take her around the docks, introduce/tell her about their neighbours, showing her his favourite spots to play/hang out. AJ likes showing Riley all his toys and sharing his comics with her, and even though they only live a few houses down from each other he's always asking for sleepovers.

Hopefully this kinda make sense, my dreams are usually quite blurry and messy so it's kinda hard to make sense of what was actually going on

#tfatws #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #my stuff #headcanon #i think this came on because i was thinking about my old job yesterday and i used to help young kids with delayed speech dev there #plus i read a cute fic yesterday of sambucky with a daughter #idk but waking up after domestic sambucky adopting a child dreams was nice #(also i tried to say it with the sam being loving before missions but just to be completely clear - #- just because he's working sam isn't an absent dad or anything like a that at all) #tbh idk how i feel about the riley being kidnapped backstory thing but i dotn like the majority of what happens in my dreams #since they're usually just nightmares but this one had a nice ending at least so I'll take what I can get

[pomegranatebitch]

Okay but do I publish the fic I’m writing that’s just my elaborate sambucky escape day dream that literally no one asked for and no one might like? Or do I keep that shit in the drafts?

#I have this whole fucking found family AU in my head #and have the first two parts in the series written oop #this AU that I made up and only I know yet takes up like 85% of my brainpower #at any given moment #like!!!! sambucky instant family!!! domestic cap sam!!! good dad bucky!!! just a lot of love but also still guilt and shame and frustration #AHDHFKSASHS I’m gonna go back to writing this #tbd whether or not I post it #I’m smoking a fucking insane joint to be frank and it’s dark and stormy so I’m at like peak fic writing mode #anyways #sambucky #tfatws #fic #mine

[sambambucky]

omg i didn't see that fic tag until now BUT we're all clowns down here, 5 + 1 insufferable, and jesus dude?? if you're still answering these :)

Thank you for the ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖 Of course I'm still answering them! It's the only way any of my writing ever sees the light of day!

Oh boy, these are perfect examples of how cracky my stuff is...

we're all clowns down here (needs a different title tbh) -- on my weedman bucky fic, someone commented 'rhodeytony sambucky double date', who knew writing for four characters was so challenging! it is currently exists as like 3 scenes that i like but can't quite make flow together.

“So,” Bucky says when the song ends. “It’s been a minute, huh? When did you two finally get together?" "We're not," Rhodey says at the exact same time Tony declares, “He’s always been my Rhodey." Tony looks away from the road and over to Rhodey. They share a smile that's equal parts adorable and disgusting. Sam’s pretty sure the car doesn’t drive itself, and for a terrifying moment Sam imagines himself getting into a collision because the two of them never pass up an opportunity to gaze into each other's eyes.

5+1 insufferable is, uh, just Sam and Bucky just being the worst. 5 outsider POVs of them being enemies to lovers, i guess. It's so incoherent that I really don't have any quotes to share.

1 - they fight so loud and aggressive at a party that they break a passerby's nose, or knock over something expensive and steve really just wishes they'd get along 2 -clint's tasked with checking on them after they storm off during a different get together. expecting to break up a fight, he, of course, walks in on them hooking up. 3- carol's on planet visiting, and at a game night sambucky are ruining the fun. dominating some word game by reading each others minds and talking in their own little language 4- Bucky drags Nat around target for an apology gift after they get into a fight 5- rhodey is forced to watch sam take bucky's gum 'for safe keeping' +1- a dual proposal, of course

jesus dude ...uhhh... not sure how this one got it's own doc.... started as a college au. 5 times sam catches bucky doing something embarrassing, and 1 time they get caught together... but then it turned into sam&bucky taking care of a wasted steve? because of this gif?

“You’re what?” Bucky asks, leaning forward in a poor attempt to hear him better. “I said I’m sorry,” Steve declares, “You’re always taking care of me. Even when I don’t deserve it.” “Hey, what’re brothers for, huh?” “Buck,” Steve sighs, his forehead tipping dangerously close to the toilet water. “I meant Sam.” Sam snorts, and presses their shoulders together a little. It’s nothing - a short press of warm skin and muscle, but Bucky’s whole body lights up. It should probably be harder to soothe his bruised ego.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The WIPs list

#lol these are all so Nothing this was almost difficult to write #someone unshackle me from the chains of college aus and cracky domestics #sambucky fics #but again not really #lmao HOW EMBARRASSING is it that I haven't finished that double date fic #asdfghjkl; i also had forgotten what 'they get caught together' meant and omfgggg i dont think a single word of that was written before 1am #sambucky #jo do be writing or whatever

[saryasy]

💝😌🍫 a heart shaped box of chocolates for your soft sambucky hcs?

awww bee, light of my day, how are you?

oh, where to begin? let's see 🤔

An important one is that they're grossly in love. They're that couple that can't stop making hearteyes at each other. You just wanna scream at them to get a room the moment they as much as make eye contact.

They are sickly domestic, too, and would always choose a day in over going out.

They still go out tho. They love trying new things together. Sam gets Bucky into birdwatching, Bucky ropes Sam into going on hikes. They take classes to try different stuff, sign up for dance lessons. You name it, they probably tried it.

Physical touch is very important in their relationship, interlaced hand while walking, a firm hand on the other's thigh, or thrown haphazardly behind them while they're sitting on the couch. Sometimes it's a way of grounding themselves, a reminder that they're ok, they're safe (especially after missions.) And sometimes it's just to be as close to the other as possible.

Quality time is also a main thing in their relationship. If it's Bucky's turn to cook, Sam keeps him company by sitting at the dinner table, sometimes admiring him in silence, sometimes talking about nothing in particular. Bucky also enjoys spending time with Sam as Sam reads. He enjoys listening to him breathe, and the soft rustling of the page turning.

I've talked about this before, but I'm gonna say it again anyway cuz it's still as true. Bucky's obnoxiously in love with Sam. I'm talking openly flirting and ogling him (in the Cap suit, in regular clothes, with no clothes at all,) he tells everyone who'll listen about how an amazing guy Sam is, and how he's the luckiest dude on earth.

Sam's in love with him just as much, he's just not as "public" about it. He prefers spending quiet nights together, just the two of them, where he can be as vocal about his love for that man as freely as he wants. (I think it's mostly because being in the public eye has been exhausting for him, so he sees his relationship as one of the few things that are just his, and not for the public to have an opinion on. He still loves being flirted with on national tv every now and again tho)

Once they have a kid, Sam takes a little step back from Avenging (Bucky already semi-retired years ago ("Someone needs to stay home with the kids, Samuel!" *points at unbothered Alpine and Fiagro*)) Instead he focuses on training the new generation of Avengers. It'd been an ongoing conversation between him and Bucky, and he initially thought it would be hard to give up flying, but the moment he held her (I always imagine them with a baby girl) he knew he'd give up the world for her.

He still flies from time to time and can't wait for the day when she's old enough so he could take her flying for the first time. Bucky's on comms with them the entire time, and has like two heart attacks throughout the entire thing. She absolutely loves it tho, and frequently aks to go flying. ("you know you're a lot braver than your dada," Sam tell her once they've landed and Bucky groans, remembering the first (and only) time he let Sam convince him to "just try it, it's not as hard as it looks" and how he screamed the entire time.)

After that, they move back into Delacroix (they were living in DC for years, mainly to be close to where the action was) because they want her to grow up with that sense of community Sam always had growing up.

I could quite literally go on for ages, but that's enough for now. what are some of yours?

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[michsmeesh]

whats up sambucky nation!!! i am here to bring you soft domestic married sambucky with sam baking something (dont ask me what he's baking) and um,, sams also wearing this darn apron i've been thinking about for 6 weeks now and yeah,,,

ALSO!!! i've got some interesting news for those who'd like to support me even more!!

I'm thinking of opening up a patreon, redbubble and ko-fi soon, but i'm not sure if anyone would actually be interested in those and i wouldn't want the patreon account to be for nothing in the end lol. so feel free to let me know if y'all are interested in something like that!!

anyway, enjoy my crappy art in the meantime 😌👍🏻

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[glittercake]

A Masterlist of my sambucky fics set in canon universe:

Some like it hot (post tfatws)

They leave the Lesotho border, head east until they hit the coast where the heat’s steady and humidity clings to them like skin. It's then that Bucky really finds out what a problem Cap’s sleeping habits are.

Because, instead of the very sensible, very weather-appropriate sweats Sam’s been wearing, he starts sleeping in his goddamn boxers. Which is also fine, it’s cool, normal even, everyone, including Bucky, does that.

But not everyone, and especially not Bucky, has an ass that just won’t quit.

Ain't No Grave (pre catws)

In 2010, Sam loses the love of his life in Bakhmala and retires from the Air Force. Late 2014, with the fall of Hydra, the love of his life comes back from the dead to assassinate him. In which the Winter Soldier is Sam's EXO-7 partner. In which he is shot down and believed to be dead. In which Sam carries that loss around for years before a violent twist of fate reunites them.

Fall if you want (ot3, sambucky est | post tfatws)

"That kid's in love with you. You know that, right?" Bucky says later while they're browsing the menu at dinner.

"Joaquín? I wouldn't go that far," Sam says, sipping the complimentary wine. "Maybe he's got a crush."

Bucky looks at him with an unreadable grin. "He's hot."

"Yeah. Real smart too. What is this? You jealous?"

"Nah," Bucky says, sits back, and loosens his tie. "Actually, if you want to pursue it, you should."

Somewhere In The Ruins (post catws)

The Asset has been trying to figure out the way forward since it left Captain Rogers on the riverbank. The body won’t comply; the mind won’t either and it is cowering in a small wet inlet on the riverbank.

The Asset doesn’t know why it is experiencing malfunction. What it does know is this: 1. Main Objective: Terminate Captain America. Status: All protocols breached. Mission Unsuccessful. 2. The Asset is in considerable pain: Right shoulder dislocated with brute force. 3. Secondary Mission: Terminate Falcon. Status: Gross Violation of Parameters. Mission Unsuccessful. 4. The home address of one S.Wilson aka the not-terminated Falcon.

way too well (aou era)

See, the problem is, Sam's got a thing.

Some people are obsessed with tits and asses and even legs; some folks get off on competency. Others are into wilder shit like getting tied up and spanked and degraded.

Sam Wilson is entirely, besottedly enamored with hands.

Solicited (post tfatws)

Sam’s been on Grindr for quite a while and no one’s really grabbed his attention as fast as BroodyTop has. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he could stick Bucky’s head on Broody’s body and they’d be twins, but it kind of does. Because maybe he’s been crushing on the centenarian assassin since Louisiana. Maybe he’s been hoping Bucky would still be there on the living room couch when he wakes up. ~~~~~ Back in New York, Bucky checks the new message from his recent Grindr chat, “Leah! Why’d you name me BroodyTop, are you insane?”

Inevitably (post tfatws)

Thomas waits for James to turn around again, and when he does, Thomas holds the wooden spoon up to James’ lips and lets him taste the pasta sauce.

Something twists inside of Bucky. This is so softly domestic; for a moment it feels as though he’s looking at something he shouldn’t, something far too intimate and sweet for his eyes. But it is him. Those are his eyes, so he doesn’t understand this nagging urge to stop intruding until it’s too late.

“Oh,” Sam says, “Oh, wait, they’re—”

And then James leans down and kisses Thomas square on the mouth.

“You were saying?” He chokes out, staring ahead.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Sam nodding, “They’re uh… together. That’s a thing.”

More under the cut

give up and ignite (post catws)

The Soldier gets his soulmate mark while on a mission in 1978, September 23rd.

It rips through him like a storm, a bright iridescent burn on his back like a hundred candles igniting at once, searing his skin beneath the leather.

He drops the rifle and unbuckles the straps that bind him. In the filthy rooftop window, he sees his reflection: his back alight with a pair of wings so beautiful and vivid it's nearly blinding.

Like Soldiers Do (post tfatws)

Before they even started this thing, they agreed it wasn't something anyone needed to know.

At work they're just Sam and Bucky; they're colleagues who are also roommates and kind of get along. It's been fun keeping it up. There's a delicious thrill in hiding it, as well as a particular, terrifying fear they both share.

 and here, my love, we linger (post endgame)

"You're an idiot," Sam says, suddenly very serious.

Bucky swallows and brings his hand up to trace along the hem of Sam's untucked shirt.

They're looking each other dead in the eye. So so close.

Sam's eyes flick up to Bucky's, and he says, "I haven't laughed like that since… Since he—"

"Since what, Sam," Bucky pleads. He wants to know this. He wants Sam to be okay again, to be able to talk about Riley.

But Sam never talks about Riley.

Let me be your A-Team (post endgame)

They will love each other forever more, no matter what comes next. It's one for the books, he knows that in his ever-aging bones.

under the light of a thousand stars (post cw)

“Hey… Hey Sam.” Sam squints at him and groans, “There’s a cafe up the road, I’m gonna get us some breakfast.”

Sam checks his phone, “It’s six... In the morning, Barnes. What the fuck, man?”

Bucky frowns at him, “So?”

“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. And I know you’re still grasping the 21st century and all, but this implies that they give you a bed and a breakfast.” Sam whips the covers open, almost smiles when he looks Bucky up and down were it not for him trying to act serious, “Plus… were you just gon’ go out in your Wakanda print jammies?"

Back to you (post endgame)

"I, uh, know you," Sam says, "In the future." Bucky looks at him intrigued. "In another life, no one saved you from that fall."

Bucky laughs like he's not shocked at all, "I always knew I wouldn't make it home from this war."

OR Sam goes on a rescue mission... in 1944

Issues (tfatws adjacent)

He's angry because people aren't meant to go without touch and affection; they were never meant to hurt like this. He was never supposed to forget what another person's touch feels like.

things you never say (post iw/endgame)

He turns to look at Bucky, grinning, "I dare you."

"No! Literally no!" Bucky looks over his shoulder then back at Sam nervously, keeping his distance, "Have you never heard of Adam and Eve? I'm pretty sure this is exactly how their story went."

"First of all," Sam says, wiggling his eyebrows, "They were naked. Now, listen, I'm game—"

"Oh my god."

"Anyway, chickenshit, watch this."

or, Sam messes around with stuff in the Soul Stone he shouldn't be messing around with and pays the consequences.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #masterlist #samantha writes #canon fics

[late-to-the-party-81]

Beautiful Disaster

A/N: whilst I work on the final instalment of A Place on Earth and the next instalment of An Artist and an Engineer, I thought I’d do some cross posting of some of my AO3 fics.

Find my master list here

This work is part one of my SamBucky Series and also part of my Musical Marvel series, and is inspired by the track Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson.

Anyway, on with the story, which is NOT suitable for minors.

Pairing: Samuel Wilson/ Bucky Barnes, post TFATWS.

Word count: 5.5-6k

CW: Required unrequited love, idiots in love, domesticity, cuddling, Bucky Barnes recovering, memories of torture, Bucky being a tease, getting together, explicit smut, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, ass eating, mirror sex, boys in love, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Sam Wilson, implied switching.

The night was peaceful. A light breeze blew gently through the slightly cracked window, warm and soft. It brought with it the sounds of cicadas chirping and water lapping gently against the boats on the dock. Sam lay sprawled out across his bed, snoring softly. He, Bucky and Torres had spent the last two day in Utah of all places, dealing a group of religious zealots who somehow, and ironically, got hold of some advanced weaponry and were using them to try and force the surrounding towns to accept a ‘simpler’ way of life. They’d started with typical Sam Wilson brand diplomacy, but had had to end using Bucky Barnes brand diplomacy….his fist…

Sam and Bucky had got back to their apartment on the outskirts of New Orleans late, and after shedding their tac gear had mumbled goodnights at each other before retreating to their own rooms to crash out.

In the wake of the Flag Smashers incident and Sam officially taking on the mantle of Captain America, Bucky had finally returned to his Brooklyn apartment. And then two weeks later he was back on Sarah’s couch, due to a combination of another mission Sam needed him for and Bucky really having no other close friends and needing some company. He’d admitted that second one exceedingly begrudgingly and when Sam had started to make some kind of sarcastic comment he’d received a clip to the back of his head from Sarah. But after the fifth visit in three months Sarah had sat the pair of them down and basically strong-armed them into looking for an apartment to share.

“Sam, as much as I have loved you being back here, with all of your gear, then endless meetings with Joaquin and Bucky, plus the boys getting bigger and wanting to have their friends round, I’m feeling crowded in. Then Bucky, and I love you Bucky, is here all the time. Wouldn’t it just be easier for you two to get a place, and you can have a special room for all your weapons, and can easily stay up until God knows what time ‘debriefing’ without worrying about waking the boys.”

Sam had had to agree that it did make sense. And Bucky admitted that it was mainly nostalgia and a need for some familiarity that had made him settle in Brooklyn and there wasn’t really anything tying him there. So a month later he and Sam had made a further transition in their relationship from co-workers to room-mates.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air, leaving it jagged and raw at the edges. It ripped Sam from his slumber, and had him instinctively reaching for the handgun he kept under the edge of the mattress as he sat up. Stalking towards his door, gun at the ready, he tried to concentrate on what his ears were telling him in the late night gloom. A loud thump sounded out, and he pinpointed it as coming from the far end of the corridor, where Bucky’s room was. Sam let himself relax slightly – either a potential home invader had made the worst mistake of his life by breaking into the former Winter Soldier’s room, or Bucky was having a nightmare. Part of him actually hoped it was the former. He always felt bad when Bucky had a rough night.

Easing his door open, glad that he had replaced and oiled the hinges when they had moved in, he moved almost silently down the hallway. Bucky’s door was slightly ajar, as usual. He had admitted to Sam that closed doors made him nervous, and despite the fact that his room was obviously significantly larger than the cryo-tube HYDRA had kept him in, feelings of claustrophobia still remained. His need to make an easy escape overrode the feeling of security a shut door provided.

Another cry broke the air, not as loud or terrifying as that first one, but it was enough for Sam to confirm that it was in fact Bucky having nightmare. He peered through the gap in the door, the nightlight casting a soft blue glow across the room, and the smart speaker still pumping out the white noise Bucky relied on to help him get some modicum of sleep. The man himself was lying curled up on the bed, chest bare and the thin sheet wrapped around his legs like tentacles. He shifted, his left arm thrashing out at some invisible foe.

“No! No! Get off me! No! Can’t take me!”

His tormented cries were like a punch to Sam’s gut. Seeing and hearing this never got easier. Sam took half a step away from the door to turn on the hallway light, then moved back to the door and opened it further, allowing more light to filter into Bucky’s room. He stepped through, but didn’t yet approach the bed. He’d made that mistake once and had almost ended up with a vibranium fist to his face.

“Bucky, man. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” Sam spoke softly but clearly, trying to gently break through into his friend’s subconscious. Bucky whimpered and curled further in on himself. Sam placed his gun on the bookshelf that stood by the door, before taking a step forward.

“It’s me, Buck. It’ll be alright. You just need to wake up. Can you do that for me man? You’re safe now, perfectly safe…” He continued to keep up a litany of gentle phrases as he got closer, step by slow step. At some point Sam realised that Bucky’s breathing had changed and that his eyes were now open; he was now awake, but still really disorientated.

Having now reached the bed Sam leant forward. “I’m just gonna untangle this sheet Bucky, okay.” A small nod was his friend’s only response. As the tight knot of cotton eased from around Bucky’s legs he began to relax.

“Can I sit?” Another nod, so Sam perched on the edge of the bed, near Bucky’s feet.

“Wanna talk about it?” Bucky stilled, as he considered it, before taking a couple of deep breaths.

“Sometimes, when I…the Asset…didn’t complete a job to the handler’s satisfaction, they would punish me before sending my back to cryo. They had a large tank, they’d make me get in, shackle my legs to bottom, and then start to fill it with cold water. They’d bind my wrists together – if I tried to get my left arm free I’d end up doing a lot of damage to the right.”

Bucky lay on the bed, still curled, eyes staring across the room at the shaft of yellow light from the hallway spilling though his door.

“They’d fill it until it just broke over my mouth and nose. I could see the surface but not quite be able to reach it. The shackles would pull me down, and my lungs would start to burn. I would start to drown, and then, just before I’d stop breathing, they’d evacuate the water and I would drop, spluttering to the bottom of the tank, coughing up water from my lungs. And from there, they would take me back to the ‘tube’.”

“Jesus, Bucky. I don’t know how, but every time you tell me something else I get even angrier about what those sick fucks did to you….that’s just extreme” He ran a hand down his face before looking back at Bucky, who had a small, wry smile on his face.

“Glad I can still make you angry, Wilson…”

“You’re such an arse.” Sam peered over his shoulder at the bedside clock, the red numbers stark despite the blue glow.

“There’s still a long time until morning. Think you can get back to sleep?”

Bucky was silent for a few moments again, thinking loudly. Then he spoke, his voice low and nervous.

“Would…would you stay? Please?”

“Sure man, no problem. But I ain’t being the little spoon.” Sam’s heart thumped loud in his chest when Bucky smiled again.

“Aww, I knew you loved me.” Sam got up and moved around the bed to get in behind Bucky.

“Shut-up man, and go back to sleep.”

“You’re the best Sam…” Bucky let out sleepily. “But I’ll never admit it in public…”

Sam felt Bucky relax next to him, his breathing indicating that he had fallen back into a deep sleep fairly quickly. Sam was relieved. During the day Sam could ignore some of the feelings that swirled with in him when he was with Bucky, or thought about Bucky. But there was no hiding from his thoughts in the dark of the night.

This wasn’t the first time he had leant comfort to his friend in this way. And despite how his own heart lurched, he knew that he was helpless to deny him anything that could help him feel better. Because Bucky saw himself as damned, and maybe he was. But when he was asleep like this, Sam would allow himself to close the distance, and despite his protestations to the contrary in the morning, consciously wrap his arm around Bucky’s waist and pull him tight, and bask in the heaven that threatened to overwhelm him.

Could he save Bucky? That’s what Sam wondered as he tried to get back to sleep. Could he help repair this broken man without ruining himself in the process? Shuri had done what she could with the physical and a lot of the mental damage. But, as he knew himself, there was no magical fix for PTSD. Since they’d moved in together, Sam hadn’t had one of his own nightmares, and he wondered how Bucky would react when he did. What would happen if they both had nightmares on the same night? Well, they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.

Eventually Sam drifted off to the sound of the white noise machine combined with the sound of Bucky’s steady breath, and the feeling of Bucky’s warm, muscular body close up against his. It was a bittersweet feeling, as he knew that if he woke up before Bucky he would remove himself as swiftly as possible, and if Bucky woke before him, he would blame their position on his instinctive need for warmth from the human radiator next to him.

—————

Sam had noticed a change to Bucky over the last few weeks. They’d been living together for about 10 weeks now. The season was changing, and Sam had decided that this would be his last opportunity this year to invite Sarah, Cass and AJ up for a cookout. Bucky was being almost uncharacteristically helpful. Not to say he was still a complete grumpy Gus, he did his bit around the house, a model room-mate, but as soon as Sam had mentioned about his sister and the boys visiting he had gone out of his way to assist in the preparations. So the change in behaviour was more evident today, but it wasn’t the first time.

“Sam….,” he turned as Bucky walked into their living room. “I was thinking that if Sarah wanted to stay over, so she could enjoy a few beers, the boys could have my room, Sarah can have the sofa and I’ll just sleep on the floor of the office for the night.”

“Buck, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. You could bunk in with me….” he tailed off as he saw Bucky raise an eyebrow. Shit, is he gonna think I’m being weird? “Or….or…you have the sofa and one of the boys bunks with me and the other with Sarah in your room.”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I suppose that could work. But I’m more than happy if the boys would prefer to share with each other than either you or Sarah.” He strode across the open plan space to the kitchen area and turned Sam’s grocery list to look down at it.

“So you got everything down on here? Want me to go out and pick it all up so you can sort out everything that still needs doing?”

“You trying to get out of cleaning the bathroom Barnes?”

“Yup!” He popped the ‘p’ at the end of the world and grinned. Fuck, he’s beautiful! To cover-up his swirling thoughts he flipped Bucky off, causing the latter to let out a full belly laugh.

“Go on then Buck, get! But get the right brand of coleslaw or Sarah will be bitchin’ about it the whole evening.”

Bucky pushed away from the counter, grabbing the list, folding it and sliding it into his back pocket. Then in two strides he was next to Sam. Very close next to Sam.

“You need anything else from me Sammy?” His voice was low and breathy in Sam’s ear. Sam felt a lurch in his body and he wasn’t sure if it was his heart, his dick or both. He quickly put space between them, moving to the cupboard where they kept all the cleaning supplies.

“Um….no…I think it’s all on the list. If I think of anything else I’ll text you.” Then he exited with an armful of buckets and bleach, trying his damnedest not to look like he was scurrying. He swore he heard a small chuckle accompany the scrape of keys being retrieved from the side before he heard the sound of the door shutting behind Bucky.

What was Bucky after? Was all his excessive helpfulness Bucky flirting? Dare Sam even hope there is something on Bucky’s side? Was Bucky in fact as much of a disaster as Sam himself felt? Tripping and tip-toing around his feelings. They’d shared so much together, crying, laughing, fighting. They had such a great partnership going at the moment. Was it worth jeopardising it? Would a relationship between them actually work, or would it blow up in their faces. Sam sighed as he scrubbed the bathroom floor, lost in thoughts about the most beautiful enemy-come-friend of a friend-come-co-worker-come-room-mate he’d ever had.

—————

“Come on Uncle Sam!” Cass wheedled. “Tell us about how you met Uncle Bucky again.” Sam rolled his eyes, but caught his sister’s look that told him that he didn’t really have a choice but to indulge his nephews. They’d heard this story before, but it never failed to get them all excited. Bucky was stood over by the grill, keeping an eye on the burgers and steaks, sipping a beer. He shot Sam a smile, his way of saying he was happy for the tale to be told again.

“Okay, it was 2014, like way, way back in the day. I’d just met the most annoying patriot ever. Kept lapping me whilst I was jogging around the park in DC. Then he and his super-secret assassin friend got some intel on a different super-secret assassin. Guy would appear in one place, take someone out and then disappear again, as if by magic, poof!” The boys chuckled.

“And that wasn’t the strangest thing, na-ah. Cos apparently this guy had been taking people out, high profile people, across the globe for over 50 years. Nat said he was like some kind of myth, but she’d met him, tried to stop him….” Sam tailed off, realising that talking about all the people Bucky had killed whilst brain-washed was probably not the best thing to do….

“Anyway, I got dragged in to searching for this guy by my new best buddy, and the next thing I know I’m driving along in my truck, that I’d just paid off, when a fu…flipping cyborg lands on my hood, punches through the windshield and just rips the steering wheel right out.” Sam leaned to the side to see around the boys.

“And I still ain’t forgiven him!”

Bucky smirked as he sauntered over to the small patio table where Sam was sat with Sarah, the boys kneeling up, like puppies eager for a treat. He clapped a hand on Sam’s shoulder and gave it a very gentle squeeze.

“Aawww, is that how you thank me Wilson? You’ve been dining out on that story for over 10 years now. I reckon if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have had so many free lunches….”

“You know full well, that it wasn’t 10 years for us, as we spent 5 of those in limbo…”

Their verbal sparring was interrupted by Sarah.

“My god, you two remind me of Ma and Pa with your bickering. Sheesh. Now Sam, stop being all bitter about something that happened so long ago. And Bucky, get back to that grill, I’m starving.”

Bucky shot Sarah his patented Barnes smile. “Sure thing Sarah.” He swaggered back to the grill and all Sam could do was to try not to look at his ass and hips as they swung and wish that he’d been on the receiving end of the smile, not Sarah. Cos hell, the last thing he needed was to be jealous of his own sister. Giving himself a mental shake he turned his attention back to this nephews.

“What you gotta remember,” and his tone was more sombre now, “is that behind that apparent magic, behind that myth, was a real man. A man who suffered in the most tragic way. A man, who had his freewill removed from him, who had his very soul damaged by cruel, power hungry tyrants.” His eyes moved up and locked with Bucky’s over the grill. “A man who I am proud to call my friend, and who I hope you are proud to call your Uncle.”

Bucky pulled his eyes away first, turning his attention back to the grill, but Sam kept his eyes on him for a few seconds more.

“Now, boys, I need your help to get some things from inside. I bet by the time we come out Buck will have those burgers all done for you.”

As he hustled the boys into the kitchen and loaded them up with buns and sauces and coleslaw, Sam mused about Bucky and his recovery. Whilst he’d had time in Wakanda, prior to Thanos and the blip, that had been mostly solitary, away from all the reminders of what had occurred, what he’d done whilst under the influence of HYDRA. After they had had their heart to heart about him actually making amends, Sam couldn’t help but think that he had helped change the way Bucky approached his recovery. And he knew it would be hard for the families of his victims not to blame him, but nothing Bucky could do would change that. All Bucky could do is hold on tight, to his friends, his morals, to his newly growing sense of self-worth.

The boys scurried out the door to deposit the armfuls of accoutrements on the patio table. There was some squealing to be heard and Sam rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge. Standing up, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he quickly turned around to find Bucky stood right in front of him. His right hand came down to lean on the counter to the left of Sam, partially trapping him in. Sam could feel his pulse racing and his eyes flicked up and were caught in Bucky’s stare. Bucky was leaning forward slightly, getting closer and closer, his plump lips twitching up into a sultry little smile and dear god, all the blood in Sam’s body rushed south…..

“Buck…….” A mechanical whirring indicated movement of Bucky left arm as he reached up…..and opened the cupboard to the side of Sam’s head, plucking out the shaker of peri-peri salt. His small smile split into a wide grin.

“Think the steaks need just a pinch more seasoning. You’d best hurry up in here Sammy, don’t want to miss them.” And with that he turned on his heel and swaggered, yes swaggered back out, shouting out “Found it!”

Sam sagged against the counter and let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. What…the …actual…fuck…? Did that just happen? Did I imagine that? Once again Bucky had managed to tilt him off his axis. What was Bucky trying to do?

“Hey Sam!” He jerked himself upright as the yell from his sister. “What you doing lolly-gagging inside? Get your ass back out here, I need your help before the boys eat everything and cover the place in ketchup.”

“Hold your horses Sarah, I’m coming!” And with a shake of his head, he picked up the jar of pickles he’s retrieved from the fridge and headed back out to the rest of them.

——————

What was he going to do about Bucky? Or more precisely, what was he going to do about his feelings for Bucky? Because he couldn’t deny it any more. He was head over heels in love. It had crept up slowly over the last few months, but that’s what it was.

After his previous relationships, especially…..Riley….he hadn’t wanted to feel this out of control about someone again. He’d wanted something….more…logical…something that felt more grounded. But every time he saw Bucky laugh, with his nephews, at some stupid sitcom that sent him into a fit of hysterics, he felt that idea slip further away, pulled under by the beauty that was James Buchannan Barnes. And now he was waiting for a miracle; either something more was going to happen or these feeling were going to go away. Either way, he had to remain Bucky’s friend. He just hoped he didn’t have to wait too long.

————————

He should have known that it would be a mission that tipped the scales. In Sam’s eyes it had gone well. They’d caught the bad guys and neither they nor Torres was badly hurt. Win-win. But of course, Bucky didn’t see it like that.

“Sam, you need to be more careful!” Bucky was shouting at him as they got back to the apartment. Sam pulled his goggles off the top of his head where he’d pushed them, and threw them haphazardly onto the coffee table.

“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry you feel this way, but I can’t just hang around in the background. Out of the way, all nice and safe and cosy. You got me this suit, have faith that it will protect me.” He turned his back to Bucky, pulling at his gloves and tossing them in the direction of his goggles so he could start work on his zipper.

“You gone quiet Buck? That’d be a first. But I can still feel you staring.” He felt a grunt from close behind him. No, that wasn’t right. He heard the grunt, and felt the breath tickle the back of his neck. He spun on his heel and came face to face, no lip to lips with Bucky. It was only a fraction of a second before he took a step back, but his eyes widened and he felt his skin warm in a way that wasn’t caused the exertion of the fight. He looked at Bucky, and oh lord, his eyes. Sam had only a moment to draw in a ragged breath before Bucky closed the small gap again, placed his hands on either side of Sam’s face and kissed him right back. But this was no small accidental peck, this was fire and hunger and desire.

And Sam couldn’t help himself. His resolve was gone, stripped away by the dichotomy of both warmth and coolness bracketing his face, the scent of Bucky filling his lungs, and, dear lord, those lips! Those lips he’d fantasied about, pressing against his own, moving, coaxing him to open. He sagged forward, his fingers looping into the straps of Bucky’s tack jacket to hold himself up as he sighed and opened his mouth to let Bucky in. A reciprocal noise of want vibrated into him and he felt that cool hand slide down his side and round to the small of his back, pressing them further together. Sam couldn’t hold back a louder moan as he felt his hardness rub against Bucky’s.

Then those sultry lips were leaving his and trailing a path around his jaw and towards his pulse point. His hips jerked involuntarily and a hoarse “Fuck…..” was drawn from his throat. He isn’t really sure how they get out of their gear. He knows they helped each other, he knows there was some ungainly hopping from foot to foot, but somehow they were both down to their underwear and, oh god, Bucky was kissing him and kissing him, and steering him to walk backwards Sam’s room (it’s closer). They tumbled down onto the bed and Bucky was pressing kisses over Sam’s collar bone and pecs, running his right hand over his abs, and all Sam could do was weave his fingers into the slightly longer hair on the top of Bucky’s head to stop himself from floating away. It took a moment to realise that Bucky had stopped kissing him and had mumbled something.

“Hmmmm?” Yeah, eloquent Wilson….

“I asked, top or bottom? Didn’t want to assume.” That smile! His eyes never left Sam’s as he peppered small kisses across his stomach.

“I’m adaptable, but at this moment feel free to assume away.”

“Glad to hear it doll, because all I currently want is to rail you down into this mattress until all you remember is my name.” He kissed along the edge of Sam boxers, over his hip bone and Sam writhed on the sheets. He was a mess and Bucky hadn’t even…okay, now he was removing his boxers. Sam arched and cried out, hands fisting the sheets as Bucky licked a stripe up his hard length. Then the bastard chuckled and did it again!

“Buck, I swear to god, I……” If Sam already thought his brain had turned to mush it practically liquefied when Bucky’s mouth engulfed him. Nothing was coherent anymore, his entire world narrowed down to where Bucky’s fingers gripped his hips and those pillowy lips slid down his length, and dear lord, the man didn’t appear to have a gag reflex….and….and…then the bastard pulled off and Sam couldn’t help the needy whine that came out of him. A whine that morphed into another moan as Bucky fucking man-handled him, flipped him over and pulled his hips up so he was on his knees.

“Need to taste more of you Sammy.”

Sam tried to protest. “Buck, I’m all sweaty after the fight.”

“Don’t care!” came the gruff response. Sam felt his legs being firmly pulled apart and looking down the bed he could see Bucky lying on his back and then he pulled Sam down onto hi god damn face…..and….

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

Now, Sam Wilson was no stranger to the pleasure that is being eaten out, but it felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. Bucky’s scruff rubbed deliciously against his inner thighs, his nose was pressed against his taint and Sam actually had to bite down a giggle at the thought that his balls were basically resting on Bucky’s closed eyes. But what was overwhelming was Bucky’s tongue. It swirled and pushed against Sam’s tight hole. The slurping sounds were obscene, but in this precise moment it did things to Sam. His arms were shaking so much he just collapsed down so his shoulders were taking his weight. Bucky’s fingers dug into the meat of his ass, holding him in place as he moaned and whimpered unconsciously. His dick was so hard he thought it was going to burst.

“Oh god, Buck….ah ahh!” Bucky lifted Sam’s hips up and slid out from underneath him. He curled himself over Sam, left arm around his waist and right slowly rubbing up and down Sam’s right thigh. He pressed kisses across Sam’s shoulder blades and followed those up with small bites.

“You taste so good, Sammy.” The words of praise purred into his ear and he shivered. Bucky nipped the lobe of his left ear.

“Know you’re gonna feel good too. Be a doll, and open that top drawer for me.” Sam didn’t want to know how Bucky knew where he kept his lube, maybe it was just a good guess, but he flailed out, somewhat uncoordinated, until his fingers curled around the familiar bottle. Bucky eased himself back up onto his knees, and plucked the bottle from Sam’s hand.

A click of the cap and the vibranium arm was back around Sam’s waist as the now slick fingers of Bucky’s right hand rubbed gently around his spit glistened hole. They both moaned as one finger breached him and Bucky began to gently pump it in and out until he was pressed in as far as possible. By the time Bucky had fully added a second finger Sam was starting to thrust back onto the intrusion. And when the third thick finger finally made its way in he was a whining, needy mess. If he hadn’t been so far gone he’d have been embarrassed with himself, but the filthy praise coming from Bucky’s mouth had him so distracted he hadn’t been able to get anywhere near coherent thought since this all started.

“So good for me Sam. God, you’re just hungry for anything I can give you, huh? Ready for my cock now doll?” Sam nodded his head into the mattress, but he felt metal fingers tangle in the short strands of his hair and Bucky pulled his head up.

“I need words, baby. Need to know you’re here with me….”

“Bucky…..please…..” The words came out as a strangled whisper. Bucky continued a slow pump of his fingers, curling them slightly as explored Sam’s walls with his soft touch.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Now the bastard was deliberately teasing him.

“Please….need you….need you in me….”

“I am in you, Sammy…..” Bucky pressed deeper and sparks shot through him.

“You’re such a bastard….please, need your dick…”

“Well you only had to ask.” He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder as he slowly removed his fingers, and Sam shivered at the loss. He let go of Sam’s hair, and moved his hand to rest on the base of his spine. A click of a bottle cap and the unmistakable sound of lube being slicked over a cock pierced Sam’s mind, before his hands started to curl into the sheets so hard he thought he’d rip them, as finally, he felt Bucky begin to push his way inside.

“Uh, Sam, so tight, so perfect. Made for me….” He sounded as though he was about to come apart already.

The intrusion was slow but steady, and once again, they cried out together as Bucky’s groin came flush with Sam’s ass. Both arms wrapped around Sam this time, pulling him up so his back was pressed to Bucky’s chest. Their bodies were now as close together as they could possibly be.

Sam felt Bucky gasp and his eyes fluttered open.

“What is it?”

“Look at us, Sammy, look.” Sam turned his head and realised what Bucky was going on about. He forced his eyes to refocus as he took in the sight of the two of them reflected in his bedroom mirror, his dark skin pressed right up against, and contrasting with, Bucky’s pale, milky skin. Their eyes met in the reflection, and Sam couldn’t get over the lustful darkness he saw in Bucky’s.

“Buck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you sweetheart. God, how we look together. And I’m gonna make it even better. Keep watching doll.” His right hand slid gently down over Sam’s ribs and abs until he had a firm grip on Sam’s cock that was tipped red and leaking slowly. He slowly pulled his hips back, both of them hissing at the sensation. And then he started in earnest, fucking into Sam with a gentle brutality, his hand moving in time up and down Sam’s cocks, and his metal fingers splayed against Sam’s stomach, holding him in place.

Sam couldn’t draw his eyes away from where they were joined, Bucky fat, pale cock disappearing into him, the slightly less pale hand sliding up and down his own length. His head rolled back to rest on Bucky’s shoulder. His whole body felt like it was about to fly apart. He twined the fingers of his left hand with Bucky’s across his middle, and his right arm slid up to grasp at the back of Bucky’s neck. He couldn’t get enough.

“Bucky, please, kiss me.” They turned their heads to meet and then it was just perfection. Bucky’s tongue in his mouth, Bucky’s dick in his ass and Bucky’s hand rhythmically stripping his dick. His hips were even snapping back to meet him.

Their lips broke apart, but their cheeks were still pressed together.

“You close, Sammy? Wanna see you as you come.” Sam nodded, his cheek catching on Bucky’s stubble.

“Almost there, god, so good Buck, I…I….” It was almost more than he could take, but then his body shuddered in bliss, his half open eyes taking in the sight of his cum shooting across the bed in thick spurts.

“Ah, doll, god, squeezing my dick, gonna take it all outta me, shit, Sam.” Bucky’s thrusts slowed down and Sam could feel him swell, and then Bucky was crying out as he released inside him.

Sam collapsed forwards as Bucky rolled to the side. Sam turned his head to face him, and smiled.

“Hi…”

Bucky grinned back and brushed the back of his knuckles down Sam’s cheek.

“Hi, yourself…” He leaned over and pressed his lips to Sam’s. “We good?”

“Bucky, I hope we’re good, because that was…that was…the best sex I’ve had in a long time.” His eyes searched Bucky’s and then realised something. “You’re blushing!” God the man was so beautiful.

“Fuck, Sam. It’s just, jeez, I’ve just wanted that, or something like that for so long. And I don’t want us to fuck up our friendship…and…and…”

Sam surged across the bed, taking Bucky’s face in his hands and kissing him hard.

“Ain’t going anywhere, and we ain’t gonna fuck this up. I won’t let us. Never get enough of you, Buck. Even when I don’t think I can take any more, it still won’t be enough. You got that? I think I love you, okay? But, please can you tell me, what do you want from this?”

Bucky nodded, a small tear slipping down his face, but he was smiling again.

“Think I love you too Sam. And I want us to be like this, together, you and me. Partners on and off the field.” His smile returned, reaching up to his eyes. “Now what were you saying earlier about being ‘adaptable’?”

Sam pulled back and threw a pillow at him.

“My god, I’m in a relationship with a complete horn-dog. I might be ‘adaptable’, but one, I’m a normal human male so I need a bit of recovery time and two, I’m still gross from the mission and now more gross because of what we just did. So I’m off to the shower.”

He pushed himself out of the bed and strutted towards the door, completely unashamed of his nakedness, of the evidence of their coupling that was slowly working its way down his leg. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look over his shoulder.

“You coming?” he asked, but before Bucky could answer he was speeding off down the hall. Bucky gave him until the count of five before racing after him.

This wasn’t going to be a disaster, it was gonna be beautiful.

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[bottlesandcats]

💜 Hey Katie do you have any suggestions for other writers I should follow who write sambucky fic? 💜

Oh darling, yes I do! The following are my three favorite authors (all on AO3) because first, they tend to writer longer stories which I prefer. Second, they write sex scenes very well: soft but hot, without being raunchy and uncomfortable. Third, they all have a way of writing that makes you feel like you're really in the characters' headspaces. They aren't as dialogue-heavy as I am, and I just really love that about them. They have a way of writing that's just...I dunno, you'll get what I mean when you read their stuff (if you haven't already) and I just am so envious of how they do it. Edited to add that these three writers all have substantial libraries so they will keep you busy for awhile.

Glittercake

They wrote probably one of my favorite Sambucky AUs (Lighthouse) as well as another really great non-AU (Like Soldiers Do) that starts out as basically PWP and then turns into something so sweet and tender it'll kill you. They're also on tumblr: @glittercake

Napricot

Two of my favorite Sambucky works are by this author: the Best Laid Plans series and Gator Round the Warm Bed of Beginners. I'll be reading these over and over again.

Notcaycepollard

Oh man... Their stories are just *chef's kiss*. I've reread most of their Sambucky stories numerous times, they are my comfort fics. They write Sam and Bucky just so perfectly, most of their stuff is pre-TFATWS and fills in those mysterious gaps between TWS, CW, and Endgame, which I really love. They're also on tumblr: @notcaycepollard

Here are also some of my favorite stories by other authors, who I've only read like one thing from. These are all complete; I didn't throw anything in that hasn't been updated in awhile. I won't bother with descriptions or ratings, otherwise this will be a ridiculous long post lol. Just a heads up, I tend to gravitate more towards Mature and up, so that's what most of these are I believe. I also typically now focus on Sambucky only, though one of the earlier recs may have some unrequited stucky.

Philopatry

Perfect Landing

Birds Flying (but I'm still here)

Glenn Miller and Blood: Or How to Court Someone in the 21st Century

It's Whatever

Pick Me Up and Dust Me Off

We Used to Wait

Past the End of the Line

Advanced Therapy Methods for Large Men

The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation - I just need to point out that this is from Sarah's POV and it's delightful.

Phew! Ok that should keep you busy for a hot minute, lol. I have more, but I'm definitely behind on newer stuff since all I do is work on my own fic and don't have time to do much reading of others' fanfics right now. I hope you like all these, and please feel free to send some recs my way if you come across any you want to share! Happy reading!!!

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