#hello sambuckies

[capwinter]

#sambucky #hello im back for my monthly shitpost

[bisamwilson]

hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!

thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)

"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.

It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.

And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.

"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."

Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"

Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.

She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.

"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"

"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.

Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"

All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."

Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."

Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."

She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.

He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.

He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."

Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"

Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"

Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'

"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."

Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."

Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."

Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."

Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.

Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.

"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."

"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."

#hello it is once again time for 'mak loves nothing more than to write the older delacroix ladies who love sam and bucky' #shout out to ms maybelle for taking no prisoners #thanks for the ask a!!!! this was fun!! #sambucky #onlysambucky #only sambucky #buckysam #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sambucky fic #otp: i’m coming with you #sam wilson #mak writes #livingincolorsagain #ask meme #writer meme #ask game #ask #marvel

[sumbacky]

(a very belated christmas) commission 🎄💕 they asked for a wholesome/less ableist take on what happened in the GOTG holiday special where sam gifts bucky back his arm 🎁

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #bucky barnes #sam wilson #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #caatws #captain america and the winter soldier #marvel #my art #long time no art hello how are u all

[samcky]

Untold story of Sam and Bucky (43-?)

Alternatively

#hello hi #i'm back babes #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #mine #sbic

[plantswithme]

i love the moment in ep 2 where bucky points out that he’s inside the building therefor: he’s way ahead of sam, but then sam shows up out of nowhere and bucky gets annoyed because he didn’t hear sam arrive at his side 😂

#hello? how are you #good. what did i miss? nothin. #then they bicker about how many people there are packing up the trucks #i miss them so much and the show so much #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #dove posts stuff

[magnificent-buckless-butt]

The good new is, the IG thieves did not/are not stealing our sambucky masterpieces to put them on their little boards.

The bad new is, I can't have tumblr on my phone so where the hell am I supposed to get my sambucky wallpaper now??!

#sambucky #fanart #hello im alive

[argentkosmos]

I should think about my final dissertation in less than 10 days but all I can think about is sambucky and how I really want to write some soft hurt/comfort for them.... I just have a lot of feelings

#sambucky #hello im alive #just like very soft bucky taking care of sam bc Sam deserves the world #me softly but with a lot of feeling: sambucky #tfatws #ideas

[fiprobably]

Hello I am once again plagued with boredom.

So I shall give you tiny Sambucky (again)

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #sam wilson #captain america #falcon #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #fi probably draws

[siancore]

SamBucky | M | 2.8K | AO3

Synopsis: It was a bad idea. Sam knew as much. His mission directive was clear: Travel back in time, go to the Stark Expo, and retrieve the stolen Wakandan artefact as a promise of goodwill and a way to make amends with a valued ally. He had finished the first half of his mission and secured the artefact, but he had not activated the Temporal Shift Device to return him to his own time. Curiosity had gotten the better of Sam. Curiosity and a yearning deep inside. He knew that there was a chance that he would see this other Bucky. He knew that if he set the Device to pick-up Bucky’s corporeal frequency, he would find him in the sea of people. The fact of the matter was, Sam missed Bucky. He missed his Bucky.

Content: Thunderbolts Era SamBucky; Possibly Unrequited Love; Vintage Queer Slang; Impulsive Sam Wilson; Charming Bucky Barnes; Angst & Feels; Mission Fic.

There was a certain buzz of excitement in the air. The Stark Expo was a hit. So much to see and do. Bucky was sure he would be thinking about some of the things he had seen that night for a long time to come. If he had much more time left. It was his last evening stateside. He would be shipping out in the morning with countless other young men to face a growing threat that he did not really understand. To face a world that was bigger than he could have ever imagined. So, Bucky did what most young men were doing that night: He was out to make some memories. Even if his best friend had other ideas, Bucky was going to enjoy what might be his last night in the city that he loved.

And boy did he love New York City. It was a bustling hive of many faces and flavors. He had heard that Europe had different sensibilities for young men like him, but his home would always be his home. He was going to miss the way the tall buildings were like an embrace, proffering protections from the outside world. Holding him close and steady. Making sure he melted into the tapestry of the cityscape. Bucky had always stood out from a crowd. Good looks that masked a melancholic glint behind his cool blue eyes. But sometimes he just didn’t want to be seen; to be perceived. He wanted to make his memories and take his pleasures away from judgemental eyes that could never understand.

Bucky lit a cigarette and waited for his and Steve’s dates to return from the lady’s public rest room. They had polished off one too many Coca-Colas that evening. Full of giggles, the sweet soda, and excitement for the night. Bucky would take them dancing and then make sure they got home safely. It was how most of his dates went with young ladies. Laughter and sweetness and sweat as they danced the night away. Bodies moving together to the blare of big band orchestras under dim lights in smoke-filled dance halls.

He took a pull from his cigarette and glanced around the immediate area. The night had just begun for some people, while others were heading on home after the excitement of the Expo waned. The hurried crowds slowly dispersed and that was when Bucky saw him, a good-looking Black man standing over under a streetlamp. He looked as if he was out of place and did not belong. And not in the way that many bigoted people thought. Not in the way the owners of the piers excluded certain dockworkers. He just looked like he was not from that place and time. As if he was in one of those fantastic tales in those rags Bucky bought every month. As if he had been placed there by some unseen hand of some ancient deity for Bucky and Bucky alone to see. And he was looking at Bucky as if he had seen a ghost. Bucky exhaled his smoke, kept his eyes locked on the stranger, and then stepped in his direction.

“Hello,” said Bucky with a dip of his head. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“I don’t know,” the man replied. “Can you?”

Bucky let out a little amused laugh and said, “What’s your name?”

“Sam.”

“Sam,” he replied with a lilt to his voice. “I’m Bucky, and I guess that’s settled, then.”

Sam nodded his head before tilting it to the side and asking, “What’s settled?”

“We ain’t strangers anymore,” Bucky said with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess not,” said Sam with a small grin of his own.

“Friends?”

“We’ll see,” Sam offered sincerely. 

They each remained quiet a beat as they took in the other’s appearance. Sam was dressed in the fashion of the day as per the Device’s settings. Bucky was still in his service uniform.

“So, Sam. What brings you out in the city tonight?”

“You’re full o’ questions, uh?”

Bucky took another drag from his cigarette and then tossed it with his fingers before saying, “Sure am. So, what’re you doin’ tonight?”

“I’m on a mission,” said Sam, not divulging much else.

“A mission, eh?” asked Bucky, as he inched closer to Sam. “Is it a secret?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is,” Sam replied with the hint of a smile on his lips. “I would ask you the same question, but your uniform is sorta a dead giveaway.”

Bucky smiled and ran his hand over the lapel of his service jacket and said, “Yeah, me and a bunch o’ other guys thought it might be a good idea to dress the same and get on an airplane tomorrow, to go fight a bunch o’ other guys. May not be the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but then again no one’s ever called me smart.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s not the case,” Sam replied. “You seem plenty smart.”

Bucky licked his lips and let his gaze wander up and down Sam’s body; Sam noticed.

“Really?” asked Bucky. “How you figure that?”

“Well, you were smart enough to come talk to me,” said Sam with a shrug.

Bucky let out a laugh that was earnest and true, causing Sam’s smile to widen. The other man’s bright beam made Bucky’s head feel light.

“Backing out on my plans for the evening to come talk to a stranger mightn’t be the smartest idea I’ve ever had.”

“Hey, we’re not strangers, remember?” said Sam with a playful yet earth-shaking smile.

“Right,” said Bucky as he took out another cigarette. “Fast friends.”

He lit it and held it out for Sam. He shook his head a politely declined.

“So, what plans are you backing out on tonight?”

“Tonight,” Bucky drawled before leaning toward Sam a little. “Tonight, I was meant to meet my best friend and take some pretty girls dancing. But, on account of me not bein’ so smart, that plan’s changed.”

“Oh,” said Sam, leaning over into Bucky’s space. “I mean, it doesn’t have to. You’ve still got time to go dancing.”

“Nah.”

“Why?”

“Well, to put it plainly, I know I said I’m not smart, but my best friend’s an idiot, and truthfully, those girls ain’t half as pretty as you.”

…..

It was a bad idea. Sam knew as much. His mission directive was clear: Travel back in time, go to the Stark Expo, and retrieve the stolen Wakandan artefact as a promise of goodwill and a way to make amends with a valued ally. He had finished the first half of his mission and secured the artefact, but he had not activated the Temporal Shift Device to return him to his own time. Curiosity had gotten the better of Sam. Curiosity and a yearning deep inside.

He knew that there was a chance that he would see this other Bucky. He knew that if he set the Device to pick-up Bucky’s corporeal frequency, he would find him in the sea of people. The fact of the matter was, Sam missed Bucky. He missed his Bucky. Not seeing the man whom he had grown close with for nearly six months was making Sam not think straight. He would never put a mission in jeopardy, of course, but he just wanted a glimpse of the man. You could not blame Sam for being curious.

The Device showed a reading and Sam knew he was close. All Sam needed to do was stand a little ways away, out of sight and out of the way of nosy bystanders, and cast his gaze in that direction. That was when he saw him, standing there with a cigarette in his hand and the hint of a smile on his lips. Same eyes; same staring problem. Their gazes locked and Bucky made a move in his direction; Sam knew he was fucked.

…..

The train ride seemed to go by too quickly. Bucky sat close to Sam, their legs brushing against one another, under the cover of masses of other commuters leaving the Expo. They spoke in hushed tones, Bucky ever charming, drawing laughter from Sam as he told stories about himself and his stubborn friend, Stevie. It made Sam’s chest feel tight at times. He asked questions about Sam’s family. It gave him the chance to talk about his mother and father, something Sam hadn’t done in so long with anyone other than Sarah. It was nice, riding the train with that Bucky. When they reached Brooklyn Heights, they walked the streets slowly, trying to draw out the moment.

They reached the piers at what was now known as Brooklyn Bridge Park. There was something kind of romantic about seeing the cityscape like that. The old buildings standing against the starry night sky. The steady flow of the East River. Bucky sitting so close that their shoulders were touching. A comfortable silence passed between them as Sam stared out over the water.

“I love this view,” said Sam as he glanced sideways and saw that Bucky was staring at him.

“Me, too,” said Bucky, never taking his eyes off of Sam. “So goddamn pretty.”

Bucky removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He gave Sam a cocksure smile and said, “You’re an interesting man, Sam.”

Sam scoffed and said, “I doubt that.”

Bucky laughed and nudged Sam with his shoulder.

“Saw a fella make a car float at that Expo and none of that was half as interesting as you.”

“You’re a real smooth talker. You got a slick mouth on you.”

He laughed. Genuine and amused and lovely. Sam liked the sound of Bucky’s laugh. His Bucky’s laugh. This Bucky’s laugh was similar, but so different. Like the sound of a fresh breeze sweeping through the cityscape. Absent was the heaviness that lived around the edges. It was light just like the sparkle behind his focused eyes.

“You don’t even now the half of it, Buttercup,” said Bucky, swaying further into Sam’s orbit.

“Buttercup?” asked Sam, biting back a smile.

“Don’t mean nothin’ by it,” Bucky insisted. “I don’t claim to be much of an evening botanist.”

There was a mirth that danced behind the cool blue of his irises.

“You’re just bright and shiny. Seemed to fit.”

…

“What do you wanna do after the war?” asked Sam as they sat side-by-side and looked out across the water as the night sky gave way to early morning. He felt kind of sick at knowing the young man’s fate. But this Bucky, the smiling, bright-eyed Bucky, he did not know what awaited him; he deserved to be able to think of a future that was nice.

“Don’t know,” said Bucky. “Figure we might get a parade in the streets. Folks smiling and happy to see us. Me? I’d be thankful for somethin’ like this. A quiet moment with good company.”

Sam smiled at Bucky, all warmth and light.

“All I’ve done was fight since I was a snot-nosed kid in short pants. These,” said Bucky as he raised his fists slightly and knocked them together. “These gotta be good for somethin’ other than fighting. So maybe that’s what I want after the war. Stop going from one fight to the next. Use my hands for something gentle.”

There was something inside of Sam that made him want to warn Bucky. To tell him to flee and not join that fight. That the fight will last longer for him than any other. But he did not. He would not risk the timeline, even though he wanted to. He wanted to say, “To hell with it all.” But he knew that he could not. At least he could give this Bucky a memory that would not be doused in blood.

The bright-eyed young man sitting next to him, awash in the warm light of the early morning, stared into his eyes.

“I hope you get everything you ever dreamed of, Buck,” he said in earnest.

Bucky let his head dip, huffed out a little laugh, and then looked up through his lashes.

“I dreamed of times like this,” Bucky admitted, as he brushed his finger against Sam’s nearby hand. “Dreamed of finding a guy like you and sharin’ a moment like this. Are you a dream, Samuel?”

Sam felt his heart flutter.

“How do you know my name is short for Samuel and not Samson?” he asked, hooking his finger with Bucky’s.

“Because you’re an answered prayer,” Bucky explained. “That’s what Samuel means – that’s what you feel like to me.”

“Wow,” said Sam, barely over a whisper. “Thank you.”

“Nah, thank you. Thank you for makin’ my last night here one I’ll never forget.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Sam replied as Bucky entwined their fingers together.

A small beat of silence passed between the pair as they sat on the pier holding hands in the kind shroud of the early morning.

“You think I’d get in too much trouble if I missed the air ferry later today?” asked Bucky as he ran his thumb over Sam’s. He was joking, but there was a hint of something behind his tone.

“Probably,” said Sam, giving his hand a squeeze. “Better not risk it.”

“You make me wanna take risks.”

“I’m not worth it,” said Sam, sounding more self-deprecating than he had meant to.

“Oh, now that ain’t true at all,” said Bucky as he reached over and tilted Sam’s chin up.

They sat there staring into one another’s eyes. Not moving; not saying a word. Soon, Bucky’s gaze shifted from Sam’s eyes to his lips.

“Please, Sam,” Bucky whispered. “You gotta let me kiss you.”

All of the jest and teasing from before had gone from his tone, and all that remained was something earnest and almost lamenting. As if time was running out for them, and it was. Bucky was nearly ready to ship out; Sam was nearly ready to return home to his own time.

“Please. Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied as he gave Bucky a soft smile.

Bucky smiled back at him, bright and sunny, as he cupped Sam’s face and then leaned in to press a soft kiss to Sam’s lips. He sought to deepen it, and Sam allowed it, as passion filled them. Sam did not know how long they had spent exploring one another’s mouths, breathing one another’s air, but he pulled away slightly and rested his brow against Bucky’s. He did not realize tears had escaped his eyes. Bucky drew back and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Don’t be sad, Sweetheart,” said Bucky, cupping Sam’s face once more. “I know this feels like – like we’ve run outta time. But there’re a bunch of boys over there right now fightin’ for the future.”

“The future,” Sam replied, soft and plaintive.

“I saw all kinds of things last night that they’re saying are right around the corner,” said Bucky, still holding Sam’s hand. “Things to look forward in the future. Marvels and wonders and things I never thought possible. It’s pretty swell this future that they’re promising. This world of tomorrow.”

“It’s worth the fight,” said Sam as he smiled sadly at Bucky.

“That’s what they’re sayin’,” Bucky replied. “But I look around now and wonder is it a future worth fightin’ for if at some point someone like me can’t spend all of my tomorrows with someone like you.”

“Bucky.”

He smiled then, soft and sure and awash in early daylight.

“You’re gonna haunt my dreams, Buttercup,” said Bucky as he ran his fingers against Sam’s face. “And I can’t wait to close my eyes and see you.”

xXx

The artefact was delivered; Sam’s mission was completed. He returned to his small hometown to be with his family. Sarah cooked for him and his nephews reminded him of why he was doing that important work. Why he got up every day and risked his life. To make the future better for them.

Sam was exhausted, physically and emotionally. He was regretting not returning when he was scheduled to. For remaining in the past. For spending time with that Bucky. It made the longing in his heart stronger. Made his chest feel tighter. He got to share something with someone who was so close to the man he wanted now. To his Bucky. But his Bucky did not want him like that sweet, charming, hopeful Bucky did. His Bucky was so steeped in pain and anguish that it would not be fair on him for Sam to even admit his feelings. His Bucky had left him. His Bucky was never truly his; would never, ever be his. Sam sighed and made his way down to the docks. The steady water always calmed him. He closed his eyes and remembered the pier. Remembered that Bucky’s hand in his; his lips on his. He hoped that it brought some comfort to that Bucky in the midst of war. Hoped his Bucky was safe out there, wherever he might be. Hoped that someday his Bucky might return to Delacroix and sit by the water’s edge with Sam.

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky time travel au #sam wilson #bucky barnes

[marvel-mushroom]

SAMBUCKY HIGHSCHOOL AU HELLO

#had so much fun making these #opposites attract #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #sambuckyfanart #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #winterfalcon #marvel #mcu #picsart #edits

[fiprobsreblogsalot]

Hello hello Tumblr peeps!

I know I have an ongoing Sambucky art req box open right now and it's gonna take a bit to go through all of them. I still have schoolwork and club activities that I have to be there for along with going to work and life's lemons.

I'll still finish them, it'll just take a while. There are still windows of time between all the things I gotta done, so just bear with me for a sec

Meanwhile, here's a (very old) Sambucky being lovey-dovey doodle for your soul

#sambucky

[bisamwilson]

stuck in the middle with you

sambuckytorres | E | 3.9k | one shot | complete | ao3

written for/dedicated to/inspired by the lovely @samothy-wilson and @jules-of-the-crown who have both written very incredible sbj fics recently (you can find bee’s here and jules’s here)

also written for @samwilsonbingo round 2 square O2: happy ending

major tags: oral sex, established buckyquin, insecure sam

summary: Sam wakes up sandwiched between Bucky and Joaquín and hopes to God they're both okay with it.

excerpt: 

Sam wakes up feeling warm.

It's one of the mornings where he drifts awake almost like he drifts to sleep, slow and unhurried, dreaming that he wakes up before he actually does. He lets out a little, "mmm," with his eyes still closed, cuddling further back into the warmth behind him and tightening his arms around whatever he's holding, trying to hold onto sleep just that much longer.

His brain catches up to his actions though, and his eyes fly open when he remembers he stopped sleeping with stuffed animals when he joined up.

Joaquín Torres is snuggled up to his chest, mouth open and snoring slightly. His pretty curls are messy with sleep, and his hand is firmly pressed against Sam's abs. Sam feels like he's burning his handprint into his abdomen, wonders if Bucky's got hand shaped marks all over where Joaquín's touched him, absolutely sure a touch as wonderful as that one couldn't just fade away.

Oh shit, he thinks, even more alert than before. Bucky.

finish on ao3

#hello jules and bee u both light up my life thank u for making quarantine so much better #mak writes #sambucky #sambuckytorres #sambuckyjoaquin #samquiny #< i think that one is bee's vote? #otp: i’m coming with you #samquin #buckyquin #long post #marvel #mcu #winterfalcon #x2 ig there are two falcons present

[livingincolorsagain]

hello darling <3 sambucky and #22 (things you said after it was over)?

hey honey! thank you sm for the prompt! <3

this is a bit of an unconventional approach but i simply refuse to write a small breakup fic in addition to the big breakup fic lol

prompt from this list

Sam’s chest was still heaving, sweat cooling on his warm skin, lashes heavy and wet, when the words escaped him.

“Did you mean it?”

Bucky froze mid-step, the light from the en-suite behind him giving him a bright aura in the dim bedroom.

Sam sat up, leaning on the backboard of the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest.

It didn’t help. He didn’t feel any less vulnerable or naked.

Bucky sighed, bringing himself closer to the bed, hand tightening around the washcloth, always nice and warm and damp.

The silence stretched, and Sam’s nerves frayed, and he found himself regretting speaking at all.

Maybe it didn’t matter; maybe it meant nothing. People always said things they didn’t mean during sex. Or right after, in this case.

“In what world would I say I love you and not mean it, Sam?”

Sam felt the words slowly sinking in, burning him from the inside out.

He pushed back the covers, jumping to his feet. His stomach felt tight, and he wanted to get away from this room and from Bucky’s determined gaze.

He plucked the washcloth out of Bucky’s grip, wiping himself down before throwing it away and grabbing his clothes, putting them on with jerky moves.

“Sam,” Bucky called, voice low and tight.

“No,” Sam said sharply, and he turned back to Bucky once he was fully dressed, pointing at him accusingly. “No, because this is supposed to be casual. No feelings, no attachment. No fucking feelings, Bucky.”

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, please, when has this ever been casual? When I spent Christmas with your family or when you held my hand during my dad’s funeral? When we moved in together? Adopted a cat? Then another one so she’s not lonely? You wear my sweater when you’re cold and run your fingers through my hair when I can’t sleep. This stopped being casual long ago and you know it.”

Sam’s eyes burned, swallowing thickly as he stared at Bucky and his stormy eyes, blue and deep and earnest. A home away from home.

“But,” Sam said, sounding desperate even to his own ears. “We promised. No feelings, no labels. Separate rooms.”

Bucky stepped closer, grabbing Sam’s hands in his own. “We don’t need labels or to share a room. Sweetheart, we don’t even need words. All I want is you, here with me in our home.”

“But it’s not fair,” Sam croaked, “if I can’t say it back.”

“You don’t need to.”

Sam went to open his mouth, his argument at the tip of his tongue, but Bucky dropped his hands and grabbed his face instead.

“You never eat plums, yet you always remember to bring some home. You watch my favorite movies with me, even though you think action movies are dumb.”

“They are.”

Bucky’s lips twisted in a fond smile.

“You don’t need to say it,” Bucky repeated. “It’s in everything you do. So what we made promises long ago? So what you don’t want labels or to say some words. So fucking what, Sam?”

Sam’s breath stuttered out of his chest, bringing his hands up to hold into Bucky, tightening them around his forearms.

“Shit,” he said, heart skipping in his chest.

“Yeah,” Bucky laughed lightly, eyes as bright as a clear sky. “That was my reaction too.”

“Bucky.”

“I know,” Bucky said softly, “I know, sweetheart.”

#sam while being basically married to bucky: bucky? yeah he’s my roommate #i met him through a mutual friend #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #onlysambucky #sambucky fic #a writes sambucky

[questinwitchface]

I Want to Love You

A new SamBucky fic beta read by my younger sibling!

Summary: After Bucky is kidnapped and put under the effects of a truth spell, his kidnappers interrogate him about Sam. Sam can do nothing but watch the livestream of the interrogation.

Snippet:

A little red light on the camera turns on. “Hello viewers!” the woman chirps. “We’re here with The Winter Solider, who’s going to tell us everything we want to know about Captain America—” Bucky scoffs. “No I’m not.” The woman tuts. “See, right now, he thinks he’s in control,” she says, an edge of ice in her voice. “But what he doesn’t know is that we’ve got a wizard on our side. A wizard who knows how to cast a truth spell.” Bucky’s heart sinks into his stomach, but he keeps his face set with a defiant glare. He won’t talk. He won’t give them any information about Sam. “Okay, you hit me with a truth spell. How are you going to get me to actually talk?” he asks. “Torture?” “The spell will compel you to speak,” The woman answers, sounding completely unconcerned. Fuck.

Rated T; 6,632 words; mind the tags and CWs! Read the rest!

#sambucky #sambucky fanfic #my fanfic

[sambuckylibrary]

In honor of the 2023 TFATWS Anniversary Event, below is a list of AU SamBucky fic recs for your enjoyment!

you're my river running high (run deep, run wild) by notcaycepollard

M | 9.9k | nwa | shapeshifter AU

The third day after SHIELD falls, Sam finds a crow with a broken wing on his doorstep.

What My Hands And Body Done by Fool_for_love

NR | 10.3k | ccntw | soulmates AU

Bucky had resigned himself to a life without a soulmate. After Steve, he didn’t really want another one. Even though Steve had moved on with Peggy, Bucky didn’t see himself doing the same.

After all, if the damage done by Hydra had been enough to scare off Steve, make their soulmarks fade, how the hell was someone else supposed to accept him? Who would even want to?

The universe seemed to think Sam might want to. Bucky disagreed. He and Sam tolerated each other. Sam was funny, sure, loyal, definitely, attractive, no doubt. But none of that screamed soulmate... right?

Ye Cannae Change The Laws Of Attraction by velvetjinx

E | 3.9k | nwa | star trek AU

There's a lot of friction--in more ways than one--between First Officer Bucky Barnes and Chief Science Officer Sam Wilson of the USS Avenger. But in space, things can change in a heartbeat.

we're awesome, totally genius by napricot

T | 3.9k | nwa | meet-cute, no powers AU

At this point, Sam’s scanning the coffeeshop for an exit strategy from this terrible date; maybe he can trip a customer into spilling coffee on one of them, or pretend like he’s seen a friend, something, anything. His eye lands on the white guy sitting at the table behind Mike, directly in Sam’s line of sight, but not visible to Mike himself. And okay, hello, stranger. He’s gorgeous, and he’s looking up from the stack of papers on his table, right at Sam. Hot Stranger’s thick-lashed blue eyes are wide, and a pen is dangling from his fingers as if the nonsense happening at Sam’s table has shocked him into interrupting his work.

What the fuck, mouths Hot Stranger.

Sam's on a first date that starts weird and only gets weirder. Thankfully, there's a hot bystander who's ready to be a hero and save Sam from the horrors of app-based dating.

A Chance by Siancore

E | 20.8k | ccntw | social media AU

Bucky Barnes is a Fuckboy. He exhibits Fuckboy Behavior. Everyone knows it. Especially his best friend, Steve Rogers. Then, one day, he sees one of Steve's social media post with a gorgeous guy named Sam Wilson. Steve's friend is hot and Bucky's interested, but the dude is still Steve's friend. Can Bucky quit his Fuckboy ways to have chance with Sam? Dad Friend Steve doesn’t think it’s such a good idea that they hook up because he doesn’t think Bucky can or wants to change, and more importantly, Steve doesn’t want to see Sam get hurt. Can Bucky change his ways and prove Steve wrong or is the whole thing a disaster waiting to happen?

Not Like I'm Counting the Days by yammz

E | 13.9k | nwa | civilian!bucky/cap!sam AU

Sam takes a deep breath, then nods, and Bucky feels like he just stumbled upon the combination for a lock that he hadn’t known was there. Sam nods as though he’s making the decision right then and there that this is happening, that they’re actually going to hook up instead of just talking about it. Maybe he is actually making that decision right then. He looks Bucky in the eyes. “Tomorrow, I’m being named Captain America.”

(The one where Bucky starts casually dating Captain America)

Sports AU by funsized-loser

M | 1.1k | baseball AU

Bottom of the 8th inning, runners on 2nd and 3rd with 2 outs; the Avengers have a 1-0 lead over the Hydras

The Valk’bhòid by eden22

E | 20.2k | nwa | medieval AU

Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.

The First Gentleman by glittercake

M | 55.7k | gdv | first gentleman!sam/bodyguard!bucky AU

Sam knew what he was signing up for when he married a senator running for Office. He knew what Riley’s job demanded. He knew the hours, the stress, the milling, and the perpetual buzz. Living his life constantly surrounded by everything, by an entire nation.

But he had always dreamed of a quiet life. A place in the country with the man he loves, acres of greenery and trees, and flowers around them. A long winding road they could drive down on a warm Sunday afternoon. A big old farmhouse with a wraparound porch and a French kitchen. Some horses and a stable, and a little creek covered with a blanket of mist in the mornings.

He gets what he wants in the most horrible of ways.

Any Port in a Storm by swiftrax (wildtrak) for GodsDoggy

E | 9.4k | nwa | abo AU

Sam is the first to admit that he and Bucky have got issues. It would be fine if they could just ignore each others' existence and didn't keep getting paired up on missions... but the universe (and Steve Rogers) isn't going to let them off the hook that easy. Being an Avenger means sucking it up and pretending they can both be professionals to get the job done.

When a mission goes awry in the middle of the ocean, Bucky and Sam are forced to take shelter in a remote lighthouse as a storm rolls in.

Can they survive each other long enough to be rescued, or will their interpersonal friction come to a head...

there's a war inside of me by CapnWinghead

T | 5.5k | nwa | multiverse AU

When a portal drops another version of Bucky Barnes into their universe, Sam's adamant about helping her. Bucky's a lot less welcoming.

The Way Out Is Through by samwontshare (Attaining)

E | 12k | gdv | zombie apocalypse AU

Sam and Bucky's love story in Wakanda is interrupted when Sam contracts a virus that makes him crave human flesh. Bucky will do anything to keep him safe. And fed.

Instead of The Blip, Thanos' minions brought the zombie apocalypse.

more TFATWS anniversary themed fic rec lists to come!

#tfatwsanniversaryevent2023 #sambucky #sambucky library #sambucky fic recs

[maraskywalkers]

hello someone please write me this SamBucky fic

#sambucky #winterfalcon #pls someone write this #I need it #fanfic ideas #sambucky fic #sambucky headcanons