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blushing-starker · 3 years

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Shame doesn't scare me, baby

Apparently, going on hiatus also means writing down what was supposed to be a lil ficlet and not stopping until several hours later. Starker said, Sophie, you're going for one last ride, dammit. I have no other explanation for this.

(Actually, a gif of Tom rolling his eyes helped in the creation of this story, thanks, Tom.)

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Y'all. I don't even know man. This took me quite a few hours, my back hurts, my wrists hurt, but I could not physically stop. I took an hour long break and that was it, I needed to finish this. I'm actually happy how it turned out (guys i wrote more than 7 thousand words in one sitting. Thats the first time in months. Go sophie) Right, so Tony likes being treated badly only when its in a session and the scene has been previously discussed. When i mean bad, I don't mean physically hurt or verbally insulted, don't worry. He likes it when Peter treats him like furniture, basically. Peter's 19. This was way softer than I expected and I'm usually more formal in the notes but I have Not slept or moved in hours, I'm sorry. Hope you guys enjoy. Please reblog if you do.

They don't play this game that often. It's dangerous, in a way. Peter worries, because he's Peter, that it'll get to his head, distort the way he looks at Tony and lead him to a darker path he swore never to touch. (After Tony talked about his past boyfriends, this sweet young man had fallen to his knees and sobbed, arms clutching at his waist the way he had clung to his mother when Howard had wounded him. I'm never hurting you, Tones. I'd rather die than do that to you.)

Tony couldn't care less, really. He has zero doubt in his mind that the dark path Peter fears will be just that: a nightmare that won't become true. He knows Peter B. Parker almost as well as he knows himself; those pale hands, that pure heart, would shatter before inflicting so much as a slap to Tony's wrist. That's exactly why, comforted by this knowledge, he encourages Peter to make him hurt.

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Convincing Peter isn't too hard on the days where the suit's main purpose is to hold him up instead of defending the Earth. It won't be difficult today.

He is weary this evening, bones hollow after he had his own mortality thrown in his face by a pack of board directors crueler than the universe. There were questions now, when will we have an heir, when will we have a new young man to lead the charge? When will the world have someone other than a silly fifty year old to protect it? He had been shamed like a little kid that believed something stupid, treated like he was disposable and unnecessary, a nuisance. Friday tightens the metal armor around him, an attempt at a hug. The built in radio is crooning out 50's music from his childhood.

He's crying before he lands on the ceiling, silently gasping out his sorrow as a figure sprints toward him, red sweater two sizes too big and jeans ripped at the knees. Peter, his mind whispers, Peter, Peter, Peter. Gone is the genius. Broken, tired Tony enters the scene.

Your feet are bare, he says. What a beautiful thing, the human body. Capable of encapsulating a soul as precious as Peter's, capable of letting his baby fly while Tony had to craft a body for flight. The spider didn't give his lover powers, it tapped into what was already there. Peter was meant to soar into the clouds; it didn't matter that he had to run faster than a bullet and leap the height of a skyscraper to achieve it. Looking at the arches of Peter's feet, he knows that the man before him was born to perform wonders.

What he doesn't know is that he's said all this aloud and his baby freezes mid step, chest still, but mind, Tony's sure, working to adapt. Oh. They made it to the bathroom. Where had time gone?

Tony, I'm going to help you into the bath now. It's soft as cotton, the way Peter says his name.

Tony. His father never called him that, Anthony used to drip from his lips like tar and it would drag down his spine until fear settled at the base of his back. His name in his father's mouth meant pain. Tony, though. Tony went alongside the sound of startled laughter, his mom as bright as the sun when he picked her up and spun her around the room. Tony was paired up with a and Jarvis, the elegant namesake of his first AI answering that yes, a table for two had been reserved. He'd made damn sure that the times Tony left another person's mouth, it'd imply joy, love to his mind and not pain.

There's only adoration here, present in the wood paneled bathroom belonging to his lover. Everywhere he looks, there are signs of Peter. The fluffy red and yellow Iron Man towel hanging on the rack. Slippers from Target, ragged with age and slightly torn on the sides, placed neatly by the door. The disgusting jelly that musses up lovely brown locks is right next to the shampoo that smells like Peter (it's not the other way, Friday, no ma'am). Avengers stickers fight stormtroopers on the mirror. Peter adores his bathroom and it shows. Peter adores Tony and it shows.

His tracksuit/actual suit is folded on the counter, edges crisp and nice (Peter worked at Old Navy for some time and old habits die hard). A warm bath sponge is being rubbed all over his scarred body, particular attention brought to his right arm even though the skin there is flawless thanks to Dr Cho and her cradle. Still, the phantom pains are soothed and he can just sink into the bath, head not so full of sorrow. There are rose petals, he's surprised to see, in there with him. A Captain America ducky, too. It's not enough to make him giggle, but he smiles. Turns to look at Peter and he is always, always beautiful, but now he is stunning.

Soap suds cover his arms, the edges of rolled up sleeves are a bit damp, pink dusts a fair face (he went to the beach with Ned today, he remembers now) and a single stray lock of hair tumbles over Peter's forehead. The golden light from the ceiling haloes him and Tony is easily ten seconds away from melting like the Wicked Witch of the West, except that he'd be happy to turn to goo in Peter's hands.

Hey, it's a croak, throat sore and hurting.

Hey, it's a symphony, light and healing and nothing hurts anymore.

Wanna bet Bucky and Sam will buy a hundred of the ducks to fill their bathtub before Steve gets home if I send them a pic? That's more words than he's said all day.

Peter bursts out laughing, shoulders hunched over, eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping down, grin wide and yeah, this is the young man he's going to ask to tear him apart tomorrow afternoon.

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They talk about it, of course, the same way they always do. Establish what Tony wants, what he needs out of this session. Make sure they will both be comfortable with what will happen, discuss how ok it would be to improvise a little. When everything is ironed out and it's clear that Tony is 110% himself, they set the plan in motion, let a team know what to do before they arrive. After all, it wasn't happening there; it wasn't at the Tower because he didn't want it to happen there, not in their home where every inch was a reminder of their life, happy and full of love, together.

They head to the remodeled Stark Inc building in a car, superhero suits reduced to the original red and blue Spidey suit tucked in Peter's backpack and Iron gauntlets, the ones he had on during the fight with Winter so long ago, on Tony's wrists. It helped him dismantle himself, putting away the full suit in favor of wearing the watch and black bracelet. He wasn't Iron Man in these sessions, couldn't be that version of himself the same way Peter wasn't, well, Peter when they did this.

He'd been more than half gone after the fight with Thanos, unconscious in a coma for what felt like a century, but was actually a year. Peter hadn't been told. A choice Pepper took to protect him since nothing could guarantee Tony wouldn't suddenly die, let alone wake up, let alone wake up and still be him.

He'd seen the footage of Peter in the bridge with Beck, had woken up literally five minutes before the final fight and had somehow been able to take back enough control from EDITH to at least have eyes on Peter. He'd watched the video a million times afterward, body confined to a hospital bed in space and unable to do anything except mourn and think. (Like hell Tony was gonna spring his newly revived status on Peter immediately after the fight. No, he deleted the doctored footage Beck had planned to release, ordered EDITH to erase all updates from Beck's team and, on the verge of passing out a second time, told her to be good for Peter. Then he'd passed out.)

Peter had died. Not completely, but he had. His heart kept beating, sure, but he knew the look in those amber eyes. He saw it with Rhodey, with Happy, with Pepper and Sam and Bucky and Clint and most of the time, he saw it in the mirror, too. It was a look that spoke of a somber ache, the loss of a loved one, and because of that loss, the loss of oneself.

War changed Peter, Tony's death altered him. It left him with a hole in his heart, one that wanted to be filled again. For a moment, it was. And then Beck's betrayal obliterated any hope of his heart recovering and something dark slithered in. That look he'd seen in Nat, in Winter, in Steve and definitely in himself. There comes a point where life takes so much of you that you want to fight back, want the world to drip rubies, make sure it thinks twice before hurting your family.

Violence started looking a bit more palatable when you were in that state. All the people who had that look had given in and lost a piece of themselves in the process. Hell, he barely knew the man, but Tony had recognized it, that pain and sorrow and anger, in Zemo's blue eyes in one of their conversations. Peter had also given in.

It hadn't been much, compared to his actions, but it shook Peter. Scared him, the ferocity he'd had, the whirlpool of emotions that led him to the final altercation with Beck. Peter had, to the shock of everyone that had gone through the, well, process Mourn fits, he supposes, (the loss of a loved one and the sorrow that came with it) and not process Rage (the loss of a loved one and the fury and indignation that came with it), snapped Beck's arm like a twig. It happened in a second, just a quick twist of Peter's wrist and it was done. Beck had shrieked like a wounded animal, sound raw and filled with so much pain that Tony had grimaced in sympathy.

It had jostled Peter out of process B and he'd transformed back into the usual version of himself, yelling at EDITH to bring a medic and comforting the whimpering man curled in a ball. He was back to himself, but Tony had seen it and wanted that look all to himself.

Ok, obviously not exactly that look and part of Peter, Jesus. Peter had recoiled after breaking bone, face horrified and shocked at what he'd done and Tony may be a masochist, but he would never push his lover that far, not when it would mean that he, too, would be hurt. No, Tony wants Peter to act, and he can't believe he's thinking this, similar to how Howard Stark and the board of directors treated him. Key word here being similar. They park in front of the building and with one last look and a soft kiss, they begin.

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Peter, decked in his oversized high school sweater, jeans, worn out sneakers and school bag, should not have the swagger of a billionaire CEO. Yet here he is, striding into the skyscraper without a care in the world, several steps ahead of Tony and not slowing down at all, shoulders squared, back straight like a ruler.

The crowd of feral lawyers ready to shred any fresh meat into pieces, the one that always loiters in the lobby, quivers, parts for Peter like the sea before Moses and Christ, Tony's already getting hard. He's proud of the way his baby is acting and more than a little humiliated that a teenager who two years ago couldn't stand up straight if it killed him is behaving more confidently than him, the fucking owner of Stark Inc and this building.

He's actually forced to speed walk in order to catch up and his cheeks burn; how do they look, a squirt three inches shorter than him leading the way like he was born to conquer the entire world and a middle aged grey fox following diligently behind, mumbling 'excuse me's while trying not to bump into anyone or trip over a briefcase?

Peter passes the registry desk and does three simple things that make Tony's knees buckle: he turns his head to the secretaries at an inclined angle, gives them a grin so proud, arrogant and dirty that the three young women simultaneously go pink, throats clearing, eyes widening and lips pursing and then he says, in a voice that invites sin to dance beneath the pale moonlight, "Hello, ladies".

It's the same move his father used to do to anything in a skirt; smile and purr. Peter Parker hasn't purred in his goddamn life, but fuck if that isn't close. He's pretty sure the secretaries are suffering through the ordeal of wet underwear just like Tony is.

It's a douche move, no lie about it. It's also hot as fuck and ridiculously distracting. So distracting, in fact, that he does trip over a briefcase. Lands on his ass with a deafening crash that acts like a black hole, obliterating all other noise inferior to it. A pin could be dropped and half the building would hear it. The lawyer whose briefcase he just stumbled over is probably new, but Tony's going to give him ten promotions in a row because he catches up quick.

"Guess a genius like you has more important things than deal with gravity, huh?" it's said with a smile, as if to say, well, of course you tripped, who has time to focus on the floor when they're creating amazing things? By far, one of the best saves in the history of time; 10/10, would recommend. His ego breathes a deep sigh, happy to be alive and well. The rest of the room is just about to imitate his ego and laugh it off when Peter bashes the atmosphere in with a baseball bat.

Peter snorts. Like it's funny. Ironic. So far from the truth that he has to laugh on instinct. Like it's stupid to think that Tony, with wet briefs, red cheeks and a glazed look in his eyes could be thinking of anything over than sex. The elevator dings and his lover walks in, scrolling through his phone with a bored look. He leans against the wall, the picture of arrogance and then the motherfucker yawns.

"Tony." His name drips down from that mouth, two syllables wrapped in a casual command. Like his dog strayed too far from where it was ordered to stay. He's scrambling, a dying man in search of a cure, shoes squeaking against the floor and mouth dry. The elevator door closes, but the burn of a hundred and fifty people staring at him in confusion and shock isn't cooled by the seclusion. Peter sighs dreamily and oh, he can feel even more ashamed, what a nice new discovery.

His lover is ogling at a picture of Steve, dressed in a navy blue suit and showing it off in the classic Captain America pose; fists at his hips, legs apart and chin held high. Peter looks like he wants to cover the blonde in chocolate and lick him clean for hours when Tony. Is. Right. There. If looks could kill, Peter's phone's casket would be on fire and launched into space. It's, he thinks, no, he's Tony Stark, he knows this stuff, it's a saved pic. From the gallery.

Peter Parker, his boyfriend who inspired him to solve time travel, saved a picture of Steve Rogers, the man he sort of envies, on a phone that he, Tony Stark, made for Peter's birthday and he's gawking at it while riding the elevator that Tony designed as they ascend through the building that Tony helped build and that Tony fucking owns.

Oh. Oh, this kid is good at this.

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Once he had explained, through the course of several hours and various cups of tea, that he liked being shamed and humiliated only when he wanted to feel those things, only by people he trusted with his life, Peter had broken down. As in, needed a few minutes to reboot and function. So, he had drawn out that one syllable for an eternity, you like it exclusively when it's in your control; when you give permission to another person to make you feel bad, that's when the bad feels good? Because you chose for it to be both good and bad?

Therapists and world renowned doctors couldn't have said it better. He had said yes and that was that. Peter had dived into the subject; reading books on his way to school, upside down on the ceiling and tablet an inch away from his nose, earphones permanently on while podcasts played, web calls with experts taking up his time on the weekend, notebooks reserved exclusively for the new information always near in case he had to write something done.

Once a month had gone by, and Peter was still in his usual spot with an educational video playing, attention laser focused on the laptop and glasses haphazardly sliding down, Tony had pried his legs open from beneath the table littered with papers, books and post it notes, and sucked him down to the root with no warning.

It was a new record, three minutes and one second. He'd been smug immediately afterward, blood boiling thanks to all the pretty noises he'd managed to wring out of his baby. Peter's face when Tony resurfaced and finally looked up, though. That had him scrambling up, hands hoisting a petite waist (yes, he'd filled in quite a bit, but it was Peter, he'd always be smaller than Tony; besides, Peter blushes when he calls him his petite baby so he could be as thick as Thor and Tony would keep cooing 'such a pretty, petite lover'), teeth sinking into a long neck and legs running to the bedroom.

After Peter gave him what was possibly the best fucking of Anthony Edward Stark's Life, he had mumbled out, "babe, you read one more paper and prove that you love me enough to write a fucking thesis on my kink, and I won't let you out of this bed", between yawns.

"It's already a thousand times better than what my exes did." Cue honest conversation, Peter sobbing and his heart breaking at the sight. It was a long night. He's grateful for all of it, though. For the undeniable proof that Peter cares for him and hadn't once thought of beginning something he had no knowledge of.

He's especially grateful for that month of research now that Peter is walking towards the room the assistants cleaned up because the kid is behaving like a champ and Tony doesn't have to worry the way he used to with abusive past boyfriends.

There are people on this floor, accountants, if he remembers correctly, but they don't blink an eye at him or Peter; just keep going about their lives, talking amongst each other, getting coffee, typing away on calculators and laptops. It soothes him, gets his heart beating at a normal rate. What happened at the lobby is fun and all, and there are those that enjoy the constant danger, but Tony prefers breaks. This atmosphere lets him cool down, settle into a state that won't pose a danger to his heart. Peter picked the perfect place.

His baby turns out of nowhere, heads straight for the kitchen and doubt makes him slow down a tad. It's their first time here, so, obviously, Peter must have looked at the floor plans. That was logical, he would've done the same thing. Thing is, he'd thought, well, ok, get to the floor, go to the room and fall apart, bada bing bada boom, clean up, go home. He hadn't exactly considered the option of Peter greeting the employees and plopping down on the cushioned bench in the kitchen after getting a cup of coffee like he was supposed to, like it was the most reasonable thing to do, like he owned the place.

Tony gapes, jaw on the floor as a guy brings Peter a grilled cheese sandwich and The motherfucking New York Times with a chirpy, "morning, Mr Parker!". He's going to combust, implode like a supernova and Peter just smiles, says his thanks and starts reading the newspaper. Spiderman nibbles on the sandwich, sips his coffee, turns the page.

Clean mouth, sip, nibble, squint, turn. Put on glasses, squint again, grin at the page, bite, drink, adjust glasses, turn. Over and over in a varied order that he lists in his head for all of five fucking minutes before Peter, not once looking at him, spreads his legs. Oh. Oh. Here?

He splutters, gets the side eye from an employee walking by and ok. Ok. Um. Well. It's not in direct view of the elevator, at least. Peter himself would be hard to spot entirely from the cubicles on the opposite, far side of the kitchen. He, on the other hand, would be seen if he gets between Peter's legs. That's not, he's used to a slightly risqué experience if it's a scene, but a blatant exhibiotinist? He doesn't have that in him, too uncomfortable at that level of exposure. Tony could say his word and Peter would jump out of that chair, ready to sweep him away to a safe place and soothe him.

That wouldn't cause any shame. They'd talk it out, be ok, go home and cuddle. But he trusts his lover. Peter wouldn't cause him any harm, humiliate him in a way he knows Tony doesn't like. He trusts the young man and he trusts himself to back out if he's not ok with the situation. One long breath and he walks. Slowly, though, because he doesn't want attention and because he's nervous as fuck. Seven steps gets him in front of Peter. Eight seconds. Roughly six feet. Oh, hey, his lucky number. Lungs stuttering and heart skipping, Tony sinks down between Peter's legs.

Maybe he viewed it wrong, and nobody could see them. It might be that, and anyways, the table and its lil curved bench were low to the ground and most people don't look at the floor so fuck it. The rug is pretty, a warm cream color that reminds him of the coffee Pepper likes. It goes well with the green paint decorating the table and his knees approve of its thickness. Jesus, Tony, just do something other than trying to guess the thread count of a rug. He hesitates, casts one glances around them, and slides his hands up strong thighs.

The denim drags nicely against his fingertips, a sensation that grounds him as he goes in search of his lover's hard on. The sweater Peter has on covers him mid thigh; Tony has to gently fold it out of the way and begin the journey to the jean's zipper. Where he finds nothing. Absolutely nothing. There's not even a dent, not a slight incline on sight and huh. Um. Right. This whole thing is mostly an intense aphrodisiac for Tony, it's Tony's kink, after all. But.

But Peter likes it. Peter has told him that he enjoys it; making Tony happy and acting like an asshole that doesn't give two shits. Not as intensely as he did, though, not at this stage, and that's understandable. Peter tends to get more, ahem, biologically involved later in the session. When there's some semblance of privacy, he can focus his senses and physically enjoy Tony's responses. By now, he'd be a bit hard, a bit discernible through the jeans. Therefore, the present situation is confusing as fuck.

He sucks his lip, squints, rubs at his eyes, counts to ten with them closed and then snaps them open like Peter's dick is a jack-in-the-box and it'll spring up against his mouth when he looks again. Nope, nothing. Tony looks up with a question on the tip of his tongue, registers what he's seeing and the oxygen in the room is sucked up, gone, unavailable, sorry.

Peter's quirking an eyebrow at him, head to the side like he's attempting to figure out what Tony's doing. Because Tony, apparently, isn't supposed to suck him down in broad daylight and be ignored by his boyfriend in a public place with employees still working.

He's distantly aware of the noise he's making, a gargled plea mixed with a shocked gasp, a moan intertwined with what may be a shriek or a wail. What comes out as comprehensible though, is a very choked up "Peter" that's punched out of him. Classifying it as comprehensible is a nice gesture, but he doubts anyone else named Peter would understand what he said.

"Mr Parker, sorry to interrupt, but have you seen a brown puppy around? A really affectionate one? My daughter brought it in her backpack and now it's loose."

Tony jolts, flies five feet up like the time his mom caught him eating a girl out in his dad's office. His knee bangs against the side of the table, and this is it, game over, everybody go home. The pain, sharp as a knife, goes beautifully with the white hot shame curdling in the back of his spine, and he is blind. Hulk could roar in his ears and he still wouldn't hear it; his head is filled with white noise, the world has gone black, every nerve in his body is fucking alight and Christ, he hadn't noticed how hard kneeling for Peter made him. A live wire could zap him right now and he'll spill in his jeans like a teenager, like Peter used to do, sometimes still does and that image is burning his retinas now.

The role reversal, pretty little Peter Parker with a tendency to go off in minutes not even the slightest shade of turned on, 100% disinterested and Tony Stark, infamous playboy, a madman in the sheets, about to cry out because of something so stupid, so menial, so ordinary, so embarrassing and humiliating, is, he's not ashamed to say, the sexiest thing he's ever experienced in fifty years. A hand yanks him down and Tony nuzzles, finds Peter's shoulder and decides, yeah, I'll just die here against this soft sweater. His legs curl up underneath him and he will never leave this couch, how could he?

Peter wraps an arm around him, superhuman strength holding him tight; it's to keep him from sliding down, but Tony knows, deep in his chest, that's it's to comfort him, too. A reminder that Peter's got him, is right here next to him.

"I'll be on the lookout, but I haven't seen any other puppies here." That distinction, I, as in, Tony doesn't count and other, as in, Tony doesn't count because he's also a dog so how could he help and be useful? A whine rises in his throat and he clobbers it. Blind, but slowly regaining his mind, he takes off his bracelet from his left hand (yellow in the stoplight system) and shoves it at Peter. His lover instantly drags him closer, humming a bit off key and low enough that only Tony would notice. It's his mom's favorite song. That's enough to settle his heart for now.

"Ah, thank you, anyway, Mr Parker." Footsteps. A moment and then Peter bends his head, kisses at a warm cheek. The blazing inferno is gone, but residual heat continues to lick at his bones. "I'm ok. Just a few minutes and I'm good to go."

Another kiss. The rustle of the newspaper, the hushed talk and clacking of keys. Breeze from an air conditioner, a hint of lavender to it, the grilled cheese. It slowly washes over him, the reality of the world around him, the truth in it. He is here and here is next to Peter, the real one. (Not the one in his dreams, not the one that accompanied him through death and comforted him with bright light.)

"Eat a bit, yeah? Your throat must be sore and it's around snack time." Tony doesn't like knowing the hour, it fucks him up; the knowledge of how long it's taken him has shaken him in the past, rattled his brain. Like this, all he needs to know is that he has to eat, hydrate.

"You got another sandwich under this hoodie?" Peter snorts and wow, thank God, he doesn't immediately associate it with the lobby; that'd be an interesting response to explain to Pepper.

"I never ate the grilled cheese."

Tony blinks, unfurls from his position and sits straighter to look at his lover. He narrows his eyes, "I saw you eat it. For, like, five minutes." The grin Peter gives him, Peter's grin, not the other one, has no right being that smug or lovely.

"I nibbled at it, but I never ate it completely. I only got the crusts down, see?" He picks it up and yup, Peter ate the crust. Tony hates the crust. Tears gather in his eyes and he smashes his face in Peter's sweater, overwhelmed and giddy.

"You're beautiful."

Peter breathes in sharply, gently cradles Tony. "Oh." It always gets him, how lucky he is to have someone like Peter; how lucky they are to have each other. They sit there for a while, his ear to Peter's heart (even in his dreams, his mind could never conjure up this rhythm, couldn't recreate such a beautiful sound) and Peter's hand at his back.

The soft bread is slowly getting closer to him and Tony lunges, wolfs down half in a second just to nip at long fingers and make Peter startle. He's cussed out and half heartedly shoved, Peter muttering about rich gray foxes while he's busy muffling his snickers and giggles. The cup of coffee is put in his hands and ah, it's water. It has a tiny amount of lemon to wake him up with its tartness, and he loves Peter so much it hurts.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. My feet are a bit stiff, but I'm good. Got half the crossword done. Wanna play?" Peter shows him his work, neat letters stacked on top of each other; at a glance incomprehensible, but a little distance, focus and ta-da, the words of the puzzle were as clear as day. He writes down a new one with the pen that Peter probably magicked out of his hair. "Not really what I meant; oh, look, we got splendid."

Peter gives him a peck on the cheek, surveys the crossword with his tongue sticking out. Peers at Tony when no explanation comes. He clears his throat, face on fucking fire, and mumbles. "You know, oar lick."

Peter Parker, teenage genius, stares at him. Oh, great.

Tony takes a sip of the water, licks surprisingly dry lips, and tries again.

"Four clicks."

Now his lover squints, cocks his head to the side exactly like a befuddled cat named Elizabeth (long story, the feline child of one obscenely tall Brit and his redhead wife; his cat sister, he supposes) and a vein in his forehead is very likely twitching. He clenches his teeth, curls his fists around the blue sweater.

"Floor cinch."

"What?"

Tony snarls, hauls himself onto Peter and hisses, body aflame once more. "Your dick, asshole. Why wasn't it hard?"

Peter crumbles onto himself, hand curled tight around Tony's shirt. His lover has the audacity, has the gall to wheeze, spit flying and tears skidding down. Tony can hear his lungs rattle with every raspy breath of laughter, see the color rise, turn a rose red and feel the strength in Peter's grip. The kid looks like he seriously might die.

"It's not funny, Mr asshat. I thought it broke, or, stop laughing, I mean it, I thought something bad had happened. Will you please, oh, God, I will walk away right now if you don't take a second to breathe."

Tony angrily crosses his arms. He does not pout. No, sir. No skulking or brooding here. Just bristling wrath. Peter kisses his neck, goes to his cheek when Tony attempts to hide his neck in his own shoulder. The kisses are accompanied by giggles, high and sweet. "I am. It is." He doesn't stop the kisses.

Now it's his turn to blink in confusion. He looks at Peter, accepts the one chaste kiss laid on his lips. His father would keel over if he knew how easy Tony melted at the touch of his lover. Good.

"I have no idea what the hell you're - "

"I'm turned on, Tony. "

"... What, right now?"

"Yeah." It's like Tony asked if he loved Iron Man or Star wars.

"But, we haven't. I mean, we've just been sitting?"

"I haven't stopped being turned on?" Like he's the one not making sense.

"Oh, come on. Since when?"

Peter looks at him and he's thinking Peter's thinking an alien stole the real Tony Stark who's a certified genius.

"Since before the elevator. I could smell you, hear your pulse. I thought, I thought you knew."

The elevator. Before the elevator. Oh.

"Oh."

"Is that ok?"

"Yeah, no, I'd just really like to uh, get going with the session. I think I'm good to go, if you are." There is a chance he'll tackle Peter and devour him if they don't continue. There is also a chance he does that anyway in the session. Win-win, really.

Go, Tony.

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The rug here is thicker, more plush and definitely cleaner. Peter toes off his shoes, slumps into the office chair (at the head of the wooden table, he notices) that's most likely ergonomic and takes out the Stark phone. His legs are just under the table so Tony will be blocked by the rest of the chairs and hard to view. They're really doing this. Ok.

The tennis shoes are neatly placed next to Peter's, he sheds his outer layer and, when Peter lazily rolls himself away from the table, ducks under the table. He begins to sit cross legged, glad he chose the stretchier denim, when Peter tsks. A hand settles in his hair and guides him closer to long legs. Once resting on his haunches, the hand curls around his jaw for a second before slipping away. They've never done it like this before, not for the sessions. He can spend hours warming Peter's cock or getting him to come multiple times.

Peter would be lower, chair closer to the ground and at the perfect height where Tony didn't have to maintain a strained position. It was good, always, so he's curious about this new development. He breathes on his hands, warms them up a bit before starting. A ritual that helps center him. Tony inhales slowly. Exhales and begins.

The calves are first. Peter's legs are glorious and Tony's often added more layers of armor on his lower half, concerned in case someone identified a disadvantage and tried to go after it. Even before the serum, Peter had wonderful legs. Now they could just run faster than bullet and kick a car a few miles away, no big deal. He digs his fingers in, drags the tips up and down to help with circulation. That and he knows Peter's extra sensitive when denim rubs against his skin.

He goes up, up and then sweeps down once Peter's breath's sped up. Tony holds back a snicker, focuses on massaging the soles of his lover's feet. He's seen the kid run barefoot on a gravel road and come out unscathed, limbs bare of damage. But looks can be deceiving. Slowly and carefully, he presses down with controlled force. Crack, crack, crack. An old trick from an old friend. Peter sighs in pleasure; a small thing that sends pride curling in his belly. It also kindles the flames a bit; the world's richest man, the guy that could withstand the power of Infinity Stones kneeling at the feet of a teenager that could barely drink before passing out cold. (Well, with Asgardian mead, anyway.)

Hesitatingly, he kisses each toe; they haven't done this either, but the surprised little noise it gets him makes the move worth it. Tony switches over to the other leg and Peter, now able to predict the routine, just keeps scrolling. He can see him if he tilts his head back; the kid doesn't flinch even as he snaps the bones. It's like he's not here.

Done with both feet and calves, Tony happily goes in search of Peter's thighs. His father had told him the story of Alexander the Great when he was a kid. Presumably in an attempt to inspire Tony to do equally wondrous things. And yeah, he'd listen, a part of his family was descended from the Greeks and it was, all in all, an interesting story. Unfortunately for Howard Stark, what had stuck to his head after several decades was the beginning of Alexander and Hephaestion's first meeting. See, what the whole world likes to remember is that only death was able to come close and defeat Alexander.

What Tony remembers, every damn time he so much as catches a glimpse of Peter and his legs, is that Alexander was originally beaten by Hephaestion's thighs. Spin it however you like, direct it the way you like best, it's queer as fuck. They rivaled the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus, so yeah, it's not a hetero love story, sorry, dad.

The point is he's been trying to get Nat to teach Peter that weird thigh grip thing so he can help Peter practice and be smothered by the tone thighs he has before him. God, he'd been this close to crying the first time Peter let him fuck those thighs, no lie. They're big, and strong, and capable of crushing his skull, and supple, and soft and so sensitive Peter had blacked out from coming when Tony had spent an hour just touching them and painting red flowers on golden skin with his mouth. Ah, good times.

But he's good now; Peter doesn't like him to spend all his time on his thighs so he behaves. Still. The devil need not tempt when such beauty is before him. Tony flexes his wrists, goes up and down and left and right without moving his actual position, hand only rubbing a small area of Peter's thighs. It's not much on a normal person; it's killer to a superhuman. Bruce had explained it once; the nerves send so many signals to the brain at such high speeds that blood rushes down to the area and the warmth is enough to make a superhuman shut down for a moment or two.

He slides outwards when the table top creaks, hands soothing gently now that he has Peter a bit more alert. Tony presses a kiss against bony knees, nips at them and chuckles at the kick that nearly gets him. Alright, message received. Tongue heavy in his mouth and anticipation killing him, his fingers pull at Peter's belt. And then the door opens.

His heart slams into his ribcage, the air gets stolen from his lungs and Tony is half way sure there is a scream lodged in his throat. Peter looks up, smiles, says "oh, thanks, man. You can just leave it at the end of the table". He's too far gone to notice how Peter has crowded in closer, hiding him; too tense to see that there's no way someone could view the body under the table from the opposite side.

The stranger leaves and Peter's web thwacks onto whatever it is, drags it closer. Ten seconds later Tony glances up; he's eating pizza. Peter is eating, licking grease from his hand and liking posts while the rush of adrenaline hits Tony like a train. Sweat actually drips down his spine, his knees have gone weak, there's a chance his mind has stopped working and he's not really processing here. Peter glances down with something that's nearly, yet not quite annoyance or disdain. It both shames him and sets him on fire.

Lip bitten raw, he yanks at Peter's belt, freezes when he sees the red armor. Enough time passes that his lover begins to bend over in order to check in with him. He's fine. Just. Great.

"Key. please." Peter relaxes, seems a bit sheepish and he doesn't really understand why, this is a brilliant idea, a lovely surprise and he'll buy Peter a cake for this when they're done, definitely, until Peter grasps his hand and brings it to the base of the cockring. It beeps once and falls away into two halves; one half slinks forward and wraps around Ton's finger like a ring. A ring on his left hand. The other half mirrors the action on Peter's own left hand. The kid clears his throat, mumbles out a limp "surprise" that's quieter than a mouse.

See, if you had told Tony that he'd be closer to crying than coming today, he would have pat your back and thank you for the advanced notice because yup, if there was one person capable of simultaneously making his dick and heart go off and explode in a shower of sparks, it was Peter B. Parker. He clutches at Peter's hand, rests his head on a knee. "Baby, I'm not gonna last. Not like this."

He won't; after the lobby, the elevator, the misunderstanding at the kitchen, the knee injury, just, the fucking kitchen as a whole, ok, the unexpected guest, the pizza, the look, worshipping Peter's legs and now this? Tony thought he'd had his fair share of intense sessions, but this takes the cake, the grand prize and his heart. A warm enough breeze is good enough for him; Tony's dying here and Peter's a vampire offering an eternity of goodbad shame alongside gooddefinetelygood love.

His lover slumps, leans on the arm of the chair with a leg propped up, yawns and lowers his gaze like it's the least worthwhile thing he's done all week, like his dick isn't a gorgeous pink and diamond hard inches away from Tony's face . Says "go for it" in a tone of dismissal and he's gone; growling finally, fuck, Tony pulls him in by the thighs, rakes his nails at them through the denim, takes Peter whole and moans at the weight pushing his tongue down. It takes him a significantly less amount of time than three minutes to make Peter break.

He slides the warm ring up a long torso, settles it over a fast heart at the same time his lover's cock goes an inch down his throat and game over. Peter shouts, spine curving in an impossible shape, glasses falling to the floor and hands in Tony's hair. The sound that his baby lets out is pure heaven, something he's going to replay over and over like his favorite album. He gulps down Peter's come, shivers like crazy, sucks hard while moving away and Peter jumps in place, hands replacing hair with the armchairs, breaking them.

Tony moans like he's being payed for it. "Jesus, baby, fuck." With as much grace as a newborn foal, he gets up, slides into place on Peter's lap; Tony whispers sweet nothings, litters chaste kisses all over, fingers tracing inane shapes on a warm nape before oh so carefully tucking Peter away. He pulls the zipper up, does the belt, straightens the sweater. Peter slowly comes back to him, and they're kissing, but it shouldn't even classify as kissing because their lips are barely touching, bodies exchanging air more than anything else.

Tonytonytonytonytonytonytonytonytonytonytony

Peter only stops chanting his name when he really kisses him, tongue licking away any fear or hesitancy.

"Tony, that was so good, so good, fuck. I keep seeing stars every time I close my eyes."

"Don't, my pretty baby, you were perfect, doll, close them then."

Peter's slurring, eyes clearer, but mouth still running on autopilot.

"What about you?"

There's a perfect spot on Peter's neck where he's extra sensitive and he licks at it, kisses it, bites at it until the kid underneath him is keening and a lovely pink hue colors his face. "Hmm?"

Peter sneaks a hand down, cups him through his jeans and they both still. Oh. Well then. Guess he has a new record, too.

"You shouted, nearly broke your back. It was - "

"I broke composure - "

"Perfect because the shame is fucking A, absolutely fantastic, but what drives me crazy regardless of roles, of sessions, of any added aspects, is you, baby. Making you happy, helping you do what you just did is what really gets me going. As seen by the evidence provided in my pants, my turn on is you, Peter. Though I gotta say, the ring was a genius concept. The unexpected guest, too. But I'm a bit wary of that."

Peter blinks once. "That was a robot. I thought it'd be better not to involve another person because it might make you uncomfy, so I brought the robot in. I was sure you'd notice."

He'll deny his heart cracked in two later, but it split like his composure while fucking Peter's thighs.

"God, I love you so much, Peter Benjamin Parker."

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Cue a ton of soft aftercare. The people working on that floor were all new interns happy to work at the company even if their first job was odd and included not intervening with Mr Parker and a sheepish Mr Stark.

#starker #sophie writes #ironspider #peter x tony #starker fanfiction #tonys not dead #slight beck whump #aloof!peter #embarrassed!tony #so in love it hurts #they love and trust each other #19 year old peter #but he died for those five years tho #implied sambucky and steve are a thing #i really forgot how to tag huh #nff

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margarethx · 3 years

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I don’t think everyone understands, so let me make it a little bit more clear.

“Sam Wilson cares a lot about Bucky” is not a bad trope in Sambucky stories in and of itself. It’s pretty good, to be honest, and very much canon. At this point you can’t deny that Sam cares. Unless you just lie... It’s been made pretty clear in his show that he wants (and actually tries) to look after and help everyone the moment he sees they have a problem.

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That being said... it’s extremely easy to make this trope very bad and hard to read, if the author:

- only sees worth in Sam as a character (and a person) as long as he helps Bucky and his sole purpose in the story is to comfort his friend.

- doesn’t focus on Sam’s feelings when they’re not related to Bucky and being worried about him.

- seems to only find Bucky’s recovery interesting without even acknowledging Sam’s pain, traumas, and difficulties he faces as a (black) character.

- doesn’t show Sam getting any “reward” for his efforts. (By “reward” I mean: honest gratitude, help, friendship, love, trust, emotional support, a promise from Bucky to have his back in the future etc.)

- writes Sam into the story and lets him speak only when it’s useful to push Bucky’s story further.

- criticizes Sam when he cannot help or villainizes him for making mistakes and not doing good enough. Or...

- makes Sam act stupid and “unprofessional” (like saying triggering, insesitive things out of nowhere, or being cruel for a joke).

- makes Sam's growth as a person related to his ability to help Bucky. (By that I mean: the more he can help the better character he is.)

- etc. You get the picture.

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Basically: it’s not bad to write stories where Sam helps Bucky get better (even if it’s getting kind of boring at this point). It’s very much in character for Sam to focus on improving other people’s lives - it’s been established since his first conversation with Steve and it’s one of the reasons why he got the shield. But if you want to write about him in a respectful way, you have to see him as a human being first. And a complex character with his own feelings, own private life, problems, dilemmas, and past. And you can’t make all these feelings, problems, or dilemmas be about Bucky.

Just look at him as a person. Not a tool to push the plot further. Show him getting tired and wanting to just quit. Show him being proud for not quitting. Show other characters helping Sam in return... OR show Sam realizing that no one “cares back” and being hurt/frustrated/sad about it. (Maybe he should quit...) Show Bucky trying his best to express how much it means to have Sam with him. Show Bucky fucking up and being the one to say sorry. Show Bucky realizing that he wants Sam to be around even when he has no support to offer, because being helpful is not his only personality trait. Show Sam learning to ask for help and finally doing it. Show Sam doing things complitely unrelated to helping anyone with anything.

It’s so much more interesting than yet another story that goes: Bucky sad, Sam exists to help Bucky, Bucky not so sad anymore.

This is the exact reason why so many fans of Sam Wilson are worried and suspicious when they see a story tagged “Sam Wilson is a Good Bro”, since it often means: ”he’s okay, because he cares about the characters I like way more than him”. It’s not always the case, but it happens often enough to make us start disliking this tag - even if it sounds like a nice thing to say at first. Some things are offensive even if you didn’t mean to offend.

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tl;dr: Sam Wilson has a lot of empathy and willingness to help other people, but please stop writing him in ways that imply that his entire existence revolves around making Bucky’s life better.

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[Also... My brain glitched in the middle of writing this post and I feel like I forgot something important, so if you’ve read a lot of Sambucky stories feel free to add some other observations I might have missed. Or correct me if I said something stupid.]

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talkativebby · 3 years

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there is literally no worse thing on planet earth than a cute sambucky fic that 3/4 of the way through decides to drop the "bucky nd steve used to be involved" line nd imply that Sam is just a steve standin. Whoever is writing that shit u make me Sick!

#sambucky #anti stucky #yall are so rude for that #i wish all of yall pain for eternity

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wenellyb · 3 years

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Yeah, Kari really used the word couple. Someone on Twitter made a "this you, Kari?" In reply to the Variety article and posted an excerpt where she was talking about Sebastian's acting and how "he and Anthony together are amazing as a..." and she started stuttering until she said "couple" all quietly. It was a bit weird. MarySue pointed that excerpt out saying since Kari herself called them a couple it shouldn't be a problem if viewers see them as such given how they are depicted in the show.

Thanks for sharing this! This is really great and cute!

Poor Kari, she's obviously doing her best, but we know that even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to say much. First, because that's how Marvel operates, even for straight relationships, but in this case it's even more delicate because it's about two men.

Personally, even though I think that the romantic scenes were put there intentionnally, I never thought that they would acknowledge it in an interview or something, at least not right away (maybe in an interview in a few years hahaha).

I don't think it's queerbaiting or anything, more like their hands are tied.

(Side note: As a general rule I feel like queerbaiting discussions should always be taken outside of shipping fandoms because shippers are rarely objective. )

Whether Kari and Malcom envisionned a love story in their heads, I'm almost sure they wouldn't have been able to put more explicit content than what they already put in the show (a kiss, Sam or Bucky saying they're bi,...)

In the particular case of TFATWS, I personally never felt it was queerbaiting, but something else, I don't know if it has a name or not.

It felt to me like they were trying to incorporate a love story but couldn't, because they knew it wouldn't get approved by the higher ups! I don't know if it's just plain homophobia from the producers/execs , if they didn't want to drive away their homophobic viewers, if they were afraid of the public's reaction about two masculine superhero dating eachother, if they were just testing the waters for later,...

It's not censorship of course, at least I don't think so, but it's something similar to that. Or some kind of auto-censorship, or implied censorship: like the execs would day outright say don't put any LGBT characters in your show, but it's heavily implied... I really don't know.

But to me it really felt like they were trying to tell a love story, but had to make it as subtle as possible, but if they had made it more obvious, they would have had trouble... That's the way I read it (I insist on I, because I could be wrong, of course)

It's the same feeling I had when when I was watching a Chinese drama, telling a story between two men, it was adapted from a book about a love stoy between 2 men but in the movie it ended up being a story about two guy becoming best friends, because of the censorship laws. They couldn't show any kiss or anything. If I find the name of the drama, I'll add it here.

I'm not saying that's what happened here, I'm just saying that that's how I felt while watching some scenes in TFATWS.

Like they wanted to show us a love story but just couldn't go all the way. Maybe it's because they wanted to leave the story open for new possibilities in the movie.

That's why I think people should cut Kari some slack, she's doing her best with what she has.

It's obvious she cares about the characters, it's obvious she worked on those scenes very carefully, and paid attention to a lot of details for Sambucky scenes (the car Bucky was driving being the same as the one the car Sam was driving at the beginning) and for other scenes as well.

Whatever is happening or not is clearly not Kari's fault. I can imagine she would like to say more if she could but she can't. You can tell a lot of her comments about Sambucky in interviews are confused and confusing.

When I read an article about how Malcom Spellman didn't even know what happened to Steve but somehow had to incorporate it in the story... I understood that some of the decisions are just not in their hands.

They do their best, but in some ways their hands are tied.

Unfortunately, I'm not an expert on this so I can only share my perception. But here's what I think about the whole Kari thing, I love the way she brings out some cute comments though: "They love eachother", "They're amazing as a couple".

I hope that at least in 5 of 10 years we'll start having some answers to these mysteries hahaha!!!

#sambucky #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #kari skogland #anon asks

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demonsandmischief · 3 years

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Promises (A Series) 18+

Marvel - Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Imagine

Bucky x Sam x Female Reader

600 Words

As Sam and Bucky cope with the changes brought on by the events of The Falcon and Winter Soldier, their path crosses with yours.

Disclaimer: I'm going to mark this story 18+ because of the polyamorous relationship and innuendos/suggestiveness.

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-Chapter 1-

Sam and Bucky become more then co-workers.

(Taking place at the end of TFATWS)

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"Did I hear you say to Sarah that you wanna be my roommate?" Sam grinned as Bucky joined him on the dock.

"I mean, we're co-workers, maybe partners at this point-" Bucky was trying to brush it off. He didn't know Sam had been listening. Besides he had kids hanging off his arm like he was a swingset, he wasn't sure what exactly what he was saying.

"Come on man, are you still pulling that shit?"

Bucky eased himself down, setting his beer bottle next to Sam's. "Suppose not. I did say partner this time."

"Yeah, you really slid that in all sneaky like," Sam chuckled. "Partners in what way?" The question came out softer, more intimate as Bucky slid his hand along his back.

"There doesn't have to be a title to it, Sam. I care about you." Bucky furrowed his brows. What was Sam implying?

"Care about me in what way?" Sam asked again.

"I-" Bucky frowned, hesitating. He had never given thought to his sexuality before. Obviously, it was girls before Hydra, and now that his mind was clear, he seemed to be simply lost. There was so much of life he was trying to navigate at once - especially since fighting aliens and the world ending had been priority for a while.

And through it all, it had been Sam. He had been with him through everything. Sam had spent years looking for him after the events in Washington DC. Steve was looking too, but apparently there was some Ultron mess so it was primarily the man next to him. Then there was the Sokovia Accords, Sam had lost his entire reputation because of him.

Most recently, with the events of the Flag-Smashers, Bucky had formed a protectiveness for him along with some new feelings that caused turmoil in his heart and in his brain.

"Wow, I can't believe it. You're actually speechless," Sam teased.

For Sam, Bucky was annoying, but there was something there that drew him in. Bucky was so opposite of him, and as he tried to figure things out, Sam had only ever wanted to be there to help. Things just got complicated along the way.

"Sam, I don't know how to say this," Bucky sighed, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

Sam reached over to grab his metal hand, lacing their fingers.

"I have feelings for you," Bucky said so lowly that Sam wasn't sure he heard right.

"I have been waiting for you to say something." Sam never lost his goofy, almost giddy, smile.

"You're an ass. Why didn't you say something first?" he grumbled. "I've been struggling to figure out what to say."

"I know how you are, Buck. I wanted you to think it through. I know you've been through a lot."

"So have you." Bucky took his flesh hand to gently move Sam's face towards his. "You're a good man, Sam."

Sam leaned forward, his breath hitting Bucky's lips as they both hesitated. Bucky took the initive to push his mouth onto his.

There was a relief to it. Finally. And some awkwardness as they both figured out what was comfortable.

Sam could tell Buck was getting frustrated as he kept pulling away.

"What is your problem? I'm trying to kiss you," the stoic man frowned, chasing his lips.

Sam laughed, "It was funny to see you get all worked up."

Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling Sam close enough that their legs tangled and he was practically sitting his lap.

"One day you'll regret teasing me," he mumbled, taking a hand to Sam's head, forcing him forward, as he stole another kiss from the still smiling man.

"Is that a promise?"

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A/N: This was just a short little kick off. :) I love the SamBucky ship.

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glittercake · 3 years

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this is gonna sound mean. i'm sorry, stucky relationship by far is the most unhealthy garbage we've been fed. we're programmed into thinking that steve's creepy obsession with bucky is cute? steve not allowing bucky to make his own choices? steve hunting down a man who doesn't want to be found? steve making others join the plight?? steve dismissing bucky's valid reasons for having trauma as "it wasn't you". civil war got one thing right which was bucky going back into cyro. and even then, the scene felt like it was steve allowing him to do it. it's so so so creepy. not to mention there was this one post going around tumblr with fans going 'steve didn't give sam the shield, he gave him bucky to take care of, that's his most prized possession' like bucky isn't even a real person. they just really want their token abuse victim and shipping him with a strong yt man. i'm tired of stucky shippers and 99% of them are like this.

the moment sam comes along, treats bucky like a person, like an equal, like his own goddamn man. sam doesn't baby him, sam doesn't treat him like he's gonna break. sam makes jokes, tries to lighten the tension because when has bucky had anyone treat him like a fucking person?? and look how much he grew. all of the growing bucky has done, has been without steve. steve rogers has done nothing but be regressive in bucky's character development.

I never thought about it like that omg. Also that post implying Sam needs to take responsibility for Bucky, like why? He's a grown person with a mind of his own, people have mentioned before how he got by just fine for two years on his own and still his stans treat him like a baby.

But the hardcore shippers tho??? Jesus, they're the most horrendous people I've ever come across. To be fair, not everyone, but a good 98% Like there is this constant need to tell everyone how much sambucky doesn't make sense, how they're SO platonic after 5 eps of absolute romantic chemistry. 🥴 that fandom cannot understand that sambucky and stucky can goddamn coexist and not take anything away from the other. Every single day there's at least 2 stucky posts in the sambucky tag saying how sambucky doesn't make sense.

And I'll be real here, i ship(ped?) stucky and I see the appeal, I used to love them, but the fans fucking ruin it for a person. They're obsessive and possessive and just plain weird, and above all else they disrespect Sam. It's not something i actively enjoy anymore.

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starryevermore · 3 years

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2k celebration masterlist

to celebrate hitting 2k followers, I held a sleepover. here’s a collection of everything I did.

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reblogs and feedback encouraged.

my blog is strictly 18+. by clicking on the links or read more, you are agreeing that you are an adult. any minors found interacting with my blog will be blocked.

ONE SHOTS

STUCKY

their good girl - 18+ MINORS DNI, smut (07/09/21)

MICKEY HENRY

what the heart wants - fluff (07/09/21)

BLURBS

CEVANS

run and hide - angst to fluff (07/07/21)

revisiting the past - implied smut (07/13/21)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

like a madman - angst to fluff (07/08/21)

don’t touch - fluff (07/12/21)

put a ring on it - angst to fluff (07/14/21)

BUCKY BARNES

i’ll always love you - angst (07/08/21)

SAM WILSON

wrong cap - fluff (07/09/21)

worried sick - fluff (07/10/21)

following directions - fluff (07/10/21)

taking flight - fluff (07/11/21)

in his arms - fluff (07/11/21)

brave at heart - fluff (07/11/21)

just breathe - fluff (07/12/21)

catch of the day - fluff (07/12/21)

COLBY BROCK

ghost of her - humor (07/09/21)

get out. - angst (07/12/21)

MODERN TATTED!LEE BODECKER (main storyline)

the sweetest treat - 18+ MINORS DNI, smut (07/07/21)

laundry day - 18+ MINORS DNI, implied smut (07/08/21)

ANDY BARBER

andy taking care of you - fluff (07/08/21)

young at heart - fluff (07/13/21)

vacation fun - implied smut (07/13/21)

made for you - alpha!andy (07/13/21)

STEVE ROGERS

power play - implied smut (07/13/21)

SEBASTIAN STAN

creative kinds of torture - denying seb (07/14/21)

HEADCANONS

SEBASTIAN STAN

puppy dog eyes - fluff (07/08/21) + sorta sequel (07/09/21)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

his first “i love you” - mob au, fluff and angst (07/09/21)

SAM WILSON

in sync - fluff (07/11/21)

BUCKY BARNES

accidents happen - fluff (07/13/21)

movie night - fluff? kinda? (07/13/21)

LEE BODECKER

can’t keep my hands to myself - implied smut (07/13/21)

COLBY BROCK

shopping with your soulmate - fluff (07/13/21)

MOODBOARDS

VIBES

rebelemilu vibes

mickey-henry vibes

annab-nana vibes

bente-gifs vibes

buckysbrattybug vibes

thedarkplume vibes

vibes from “miss you”

xplrvibes vibes

inastormbestdressfearless vibes

golbrocklovely vibes

golbrockstar vibes

notwithoutyou-buckybarnes vibes

christowhore vibes

lonely-xplr vibes

CONCEPTS:

modern tatted!lee

going on a mission with bucky

40′s bucky + coney island

sugar daddy!andy

stucky in paris

colby + art nouveau

colby + animal lover

ari + lake days

lifeguard!andy and billy hargrove

civil war!steve + aquarius

fishing with sam

ex’s dad!bucky

camping with the avengers

katrina stuart + spring

CYMS

cym as favorite things in my room

cym as marvel movies

cym as favorite seb/cevans characters

cym as favorite men

cym as snc videos

cym as mythical creatures

cym as greek gods and goddesses

FMKS

fmk bucky, sam, steve

fmk andy, lee, and bucky

QUESTIONS

how many wips I have + addition

favorite fic of all time

favorite genre to write + what i’d like to write more of

if I could go back to any point in history, where would I go and what would I do?

top 5 fav stories

WOULD YOU RATHER

ghost hunting with snc or sambucky?

CHATS

bree + sunsets

how i'm doing

#starrysleepover

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ineffable-snowman · 3 years

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Partners, accidentally (a SamBucky fic)

Link to AO3

“So when is your boyfriend coming back?” Mrs. T asked him while she bagged his groceries.

Sam sighed softly. Mrs. T had always been forgetful but since the Blip she got even more things confused.

“He won’t be coming back,” Sam told her gently. “He wasn’t blipped. He just – died. Before.”

“I’m not talking about Richard. I mean the confused white one with the leather jacket, what’s his name? Richard was, what, decades ago? You can’t still be mourning for him, dear. You need to give your new relationship a chance. And he seems such a sweet guy, wouldn’t be fair to him to still be hung up on an old love.”

“Oh. You mean Steve.” Out of politeness, Sam refrained from pointing out that the name had been Riley, not Richard, and that it had been twelve years, not decades ago. “I’m afraid he isn’t coming back either. He… moved on. Found someone else.” He shrugged in a ‘what can you do’ gesture.

“Mm, his loss. But you seem to be doing pretty well yourself.” She winked at him.

“Thanks. I mean, it definitely is a challenging role but I’m getting used to it. I hope.” He chuckled. “And in case I let it get to my head, I can always come back here.”

“That you sure can.” Mrs. T added five of the toffees with the shiny candy wrapper to the bag, the sweets she used to give him when he had been a kid. “Say hello to Sarah and the kids. And tell your boyfriend just to ask for help next time if he doesn’t find an item from his shopping list – and not sneak around my shop like a thief. I can tell you, I was this close to calling Elliot for help.”

It was this description (much more accurate than such a sweet guy) that made Sam finally realise who she was talking about.

“Oh. No.” He laughed. “Bucky is not-”

“I know, I just didn’t recognise him at first. He was wearing sunglasses and black gloves – gloves in the middle of the summer, really? Seemed a bit suspicious. But then he explained who he was before I could get my baseball bat.”

Sam grinned. He would have liked to see Mrs. T chase Bucky out of her shop. Sounded like a good story he could tease Bucky with.

“I’ll make sure to tell him to act like a normal human being next time,” he said, still grinning.

***

It was only later that the implications of Mrs. T’s words fully sunk in. There was of course the implied relationship between him and Bucky, but those kind of things happened, that people mistook someone for a couple who weren’t. But apparently Bucky had “explained who he was” to Mrs. T, and Sam could not help but wonder what his exact words had been. Bucky’s tentative “partners” came to mind – shit. Had Sam accidentally turned him down by describing them as “co-workers” instead? That had definitely not been his intention. And what a shitty way to turn someone down it would be! Someone who had just bared his heart to Sam and – no. It couldn’t be. That moment with Mrs. T when Bucky had “explained who he was” must have happened later. So what exactly had he said? What exactly did he think they were? Did Bucky consider them boyfriends? You could never know with that cyborg brain of his but it would actually explain so much. How the staring had turned into smiles, all the casual touches, them spending time outside of missions…

Sam felt completely out of his depths. Was he in a relationship without knowing it? And how did he find out without making a complete fool of himself? He could just go for the trial-and-error method and kiss Bucky next time they met. If Bucky kissed him back, he would know without revealing his cluelessness. If Bucky punched him in the face, he would know, too. Sounded like a foolproof plan. It was just that Sam Wilson did not go around simply kissing people just like that.

So he asked Sarah. He was careful with his wording.

“Do you think Bucky is a good boyfriend?” Not ‘would make a good boyfriend’. Because if Sarah found out that she knew before Sam that he and Bucky were in a relationship, he would never hear the end of it.

Sarah hummed. “Why are you asking? Did something happen?”

“Just looking for…another perspective…on this.”

“Sam, you’ve never been someone who’s blinded by love. I mean, you wrote a pros and cons list when Riley asked you out. Still can’t believe he still wanted to date you after that, by the way. So what’s going on now? You want to take the next step and need more pros on your list?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Shit, she totally thought they were dating. And maybe they were. And Sam had no idea what “the next step” was in Sarah’s mind. Moving in together? Proposing?

“Use your words, Sam,” Sarah said.

It was the first useful advice. “Hey, let’s talk about this later, okay? I need to find out a few more things before I make a decision.” Because it did not matter what Mrs. T or Sarah thought the next step was. He needed to make sure he and Bucky were on the same page about this, no matter if it was about a first date or an anniversary.

are we partners?, he texted Bucky.

For the first time ever, Bucky texted him back in less than a minute.

something come up? where are you?

at sarah’s and everything’s fine. just thinking about some stuff

are you ok???

yes

Sam sighed. He had had enough with all this miscommunication. They were grown-up people, for God’s sake. Time for a direct approach.

are we partners in a professional or in a romantic sense?

Bucky did not answer for several long, long minutes. He was online, sometimes shown to be typing but never sending a reply. After four maddening minutes like this, Sam texted:

or both?

Then he panicked and did something extremely stupid: he added a grinning emoji. So much about grownup communication. Immediately, he wanted to delete his message but Bucky had already read it.

Finally, there was a reply:

both

And five grinning emojis, which did not clear up anything. They really should not discuss this via text messaging.

i’m coming to NY on friday. do you want to meet up?

are you asking me on a date? Again with the grinning emojis.

There was no way to end this conversation in a dignified manner, so Sam just texted truthfully:

not sure

***

It was too long until Friday and yet, when Friday arrived, Sam was not ready for it. He wished the utterly boring meeting with the mayor had taken longer but there really wasn’t much to discuss. So here he was, waiting nervously in front of New York City Hall if Bucky was going to stand him up.

He didn’t. Just on time, Bucky arrived on his motorbike, looking more badass than a 107 year old man had any right to look, in his black leather jacket, black jeans and sunglasses when he sauntered towards Sam.

“Hi.” He flashed Sam a grin, came towards him, lifted a hand –

Right, looked like they were dating, so they were really doing this, Sam took a deep breath, leant forward – and his nose collided painfully with Bucky’s chin.

Bucky grimaced and took off his sunglasses, which sat askew on his nose after that disastrous greeting. So no dating. Bucky had gone in for a hug, not a kiss. Sam should have brought his wings. If there ever was a time to just fly away from an awkward situation before he could make even more of an idiot of himself it was now.

But then Bucky said, “Didn’t know if I should bring you flowers,” and at these words something eased inside Sam. Whatever this weird situation was, Bucky did not seem intent on making it weirder between them, and Sam was sure they were going to be fine.

He gave Bucky a relieved grin. “I’m allergic to most flowers, so I’m really grateful you didn’t.”

“Okay, noted. So, uh.” Bucky looked at him inquisitively, a little crease appearing between his brows (and Sam’s fingers itched to wipe it away). “I wasn’t sure if AJ and Cass had hacked your phone and were messing around with me. Or with you. Both of us. But I didn’t want to blow my chance.”

Sam shrugged apologetically. “No, that was all me. Can’t blame it on the boys, unfortunately.” Then he realised what Bucky had just said, that he didn’t want to blow his chance. It gave Sam the courage to carry on. “There’s really no way to ask this without sounding weird but… Are we dating?”

“You were the one who asked me on this… date, not-date, whatever. You should know.”

“I don’t mean right now, I mean more generally, as in…are we in a relationship?”

Bucky stared at him. “There’s definitely a lot about 21st century dating, sex, relationships that confuses me but I’m pretty sure I would’ve realised if we were dating.”

“Okay, good.” Sam did not know whether to be relieved that at least they were on the same page about this, or disappointed that they were not dating after all.

“So, people have been talking?” Bucky cocked his head. He was still staring, as if he was trying to read Sam’s mind.

“Everyone in Delacroix thinks we’re a couple. Even Sarah.”

“That a problem?”

“Not exactly. Would’ve just been weird to be in a relationship and be the last one to find out about it, you know?”

Bucky snorted. “If it’s any consolation, it’s news to me, too.” He considered Sam for a moment, never once blinking. “Doesn’t mean I’m opposed to it.”

Huh. Sam did not know what to make of this nonchalant and yet so monumental comment. “Uh. Let’s walk a bit?” He needed time to digest this information. And also he preferred to not discuss his relationship status in front of New York City Hall.

Bucky nodded and so they strolled through the adjoining park. It was easier to talk like this than when Bucky was standing in front of him and staring him down.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind it either,” Sam finally said because it felt like it was his turn to assure Bucky that the feeling was mutual.

“Ah. Alright.” Bucky was silent for some time but then he said, “People will think what they think. Might as well go along with it.”

“At this point just going along with it is probably easier than trying to explain to them that we’re not dating.” Sam chanced a sideways glance at Bucky, caught his eye and found him grinning.

“Yup. I mean, if even your sister is convinced, she’s probably right.”

“So we’re doing this.”

“Fine with me.”

“Great.”

They exchanged another glance, both grinning. They might walk a little faster, with a spring in their step, but nothing else had changed.

“Just one thing,” Sam said. “If anyone asks us when and how we got together, we’re not going to tell them it happened like this. Because that’s just too embarrassing. I’m Captain America, I can’t have that.”

“You mean we need a cover-up story?”

“An anniversary.”

Bucky was still grinning but then he got that manic look in his eyes that told Sam that he was about to do something very risky and very stupid.

“How about when you saved me from that truck in Germany?”

Sam stopped dead. “No way. Please don’t tell me that got you hot. Seriously, Buck.”

“Nah.” Bucky shrugged. “Not in that situation anyway, that was just adrenaline and it was mostly painful, the way your knee kept hitting me everywhere. But, you know. Thinking back on it. Or imagining it happening again…”

“Jesus.” Sam made a mental note to educate Bucky on the safe, sane and consensual part of sex, emphasis on safe and sane. “Just for your information, if you get yourself under a truck on purpose, I won’t save you again.” Because it had been uncomfortable and not to mention potentially life-threatening. Still. There was something to be said about imagining it. Sam swooping in to gracefully save Bucky from a dangerous situation, them being pressed so close to each other, Bucky telling him in a low and breathless voice, “Nice job, Cap,” and then something about wanting to thank him –

“No, that’s definitely not when we started dating,” Sam insisted, heat creeping up his neck. “I can’t remember a day when you were more annoying and that’s counting the day when you jumped onto my car and ripped my steering wheel out.”

“Then what’s your suggestion for our anniversary? I need to know so I can buy you plastic flowers.”

Sam could not help but laugh. What a dork. Now he knew Bucky was going to buy him the most hideous plastic flowers ever. “When you came to Louisiana to help fix the boat. That one at least makes sense.”

“I don’t know. There were some witnesses who saw me passed out on Sarah’s couch. Not much happening that night for me.”

“The next morning then. When you came to the boat and…” Sam remembered it all too clearly. The early morning light, their hushed voices, every word seemingly too much in that small, quiet place. “I wanted to kiss you then,” he admitted. Everything about Bucky had been so soft that morning, his hair, his eyes, his shirt, his words. Now Sam’s heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that he wondered if Bucky could hear it with his supersoldier senses.

“I would have liked that,” Bucky said softly. Gone was the grin. Bucky was giving him such an open, earnest look that made Sam’s heart speed up even more but at the same time, it calmed him down.

All he managed in response was “good” and a (probably giddy) smile.

“Why didn’t you do it?” Bucky asked.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d got your head out of your ass yet.” Or if it was reciprocated.

One corner of Bucky’s mouth quirked up in self-deprecation. “Fair enough.”

“Yeah. But…”

“No witnesses there who could refute that we hooked up on that boat.”

“We totally hooked up there.”

“And it was, uh… great?”

“Definitely was.”

Again they were stupidly grinning at each other and Sam was amazed how much he liked the crinkles around Bucky’s eyes when he did that.

“If someone asks for details…” Sam could hardly believe his own nerve because this was not something Sam Wilson did but somehow – contrary to first (and second) impressions – everything was easy with Bucky. “Well. I should know what to say.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Or you could just not say anything? God, that’s really not something that other people need to know, it’s personal, what is wrong with people, what happened to don’t kiss and tell?”

“So you’re going to be old school about it?” As long as it did not involve plastic flowers, Sam would be able to put up with it. He had experience with centenarian supersoldiers after all.

“Well, I am old. But other than that, it’s just decent human behaviour. Still can’t believe you asked me out via text messaging, by the way.”

Bucky was scowling, and because Sam could do it now, he placed his thumb against the crease between Bucky’s brows and tried to smooth it out. Bucky lightly swatted his hand away and rolled his eyes again.

“What would you have preferred?” Sam said. “A seaside rendezvous with a picnic? A candlelight dinner?”

Bucky’s frown only deepened and Sam could practically hear the cyborg gears start to turn and rattle. “Did you just say we should have sex?”

So he had figured it out, finally. “Your place isn’t far, is it?”

“I don’t even have a bed. And no, it’s bad enough that you think flirting via text messages is okay but when I make love to you for the first time, it’s not gonna be on the floor, that’s for sure.”

Sam did not know what to say to that. His chest had constricted at Bucky’s word and he really wanted to kiss that frown away but they should probably first discuss how comfortable they were with public displays of affection. In a direct and open way. Because no matter how much Sam enjoyed making fun of Bucky, it was not fair to leave Bucky always guessing and confused when it came to their relationship.

“Right.” Sam cleared his throat because that word had come out a bit croaked. “Not sure how you feel about it and it’s totally fine if you want to do it differently but you’re a supersoldier, so.” Sam raised his eyebrows. “Doing it standing up, against a wall – shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”

Bucky shrugged. “I’ve just never.” He gestured vaguely and Sam silently waited for him to finish his sentence, trying to broadcast that he would accept whatever was going to come next. Never had sex? Never had sex with a man?

“I mean,” Bucky finally said, waving his hands some more but he kept looking at Sam, not trying to hide any of his vulnerability, and Sam once more thought how brave that man was. “I’ve never had sex in this body, only before. I don’t know, anything could happen.”

Sam nodded to show it was alright. “You know what? Let’s buy a bed first.” He tried to give Bucky a reassuring smile. “And then we can still decide if we want to find out what could happen.”

“Can I at least buy you dinner first?”

Sam’s heart was doing funny things again. “Sure. Any plans?”

“Do you know Sushi?”

Sam snorted. “Risky move. I’m a Wilson, I have opinions on seafood.” (Who was he kidding, he would let Bucky drag him to the cheapest sushi chain and stuff his face with half defrosted mock crab.)

“You’re really going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”

The comment was light-hearted enough and anyway, they had already established that it was Bucky, not Sam who insisted on dinner first. So they easily fell back into their usual back and forth. “I’m not letting you get away with that whole I’m a confused old man, that’s for sure,” Sam said.

Bucky shrugged, an easy smirk playing around his lips. “Come on.” They started walking again, maybe a little closer than usually so their arms bumped together all the time. They didn’t necessarily need to hold hands here in New York but back in Delacroix where everyone was already under the impression that they were a couple…

“Hey, Buck?” Sam nudged him lightly. “It’s gonna be fine.”

#sambucky fic #winterfalcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #my writing

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canonicallysoulmates · 3 years

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The eternal struggle of wanting to read a good, long sambucky fic, but not finding any that aren't ridiculously pro-accords and anti-Tony 😭

Good news, I've got you! I don't read a lot of Sambucky but of the few I've read they tend to be long, and I don't read Tony slander 😌💅

So, what are you in the mood for? There's soft boys who are roommates with Bucky learning to heal:

Watch Me Read You by lemonBright

Bucky finds healing in taking care of his appearance. Surely this won't awaken anything in him. Or Sam. Or their enemies to roommates relationship.

in which bucky learns what hair conditioner is and has feelings about his feelings

Sam misunderstanding and thinking Sarah and Bucky are a thing:

Now They're Going to Bed by burnthatbridge

“I guess I’ll get going too, then,” Sam says.

“What?” says Scott. “You’re going to go back to yours?” He looks faintly horrified.

“Yes, should I not?” Sam asks slowly.

Scott wrinkles his nose. “Well, it’s your sister, man.”

Sam’s stomach drops. “What?” It’s his turn to say it, harsh and shocked. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s had the thought before but pushed it away. He has seen Bucky flirt with Sarah, and Sarah not exactly spurn his advances — quite the opposite, in fact. It’s not like he thought Bucky had taken Sam warning him off seriously, but Sam hadn’t taken the flirting seriously, either. Hadn’t wanted to.

“Awkward,” Scott says, and then laughs, a mix of grossed-out and amused. Scott just thinks that for Sam this is the horror of realizing your best friend might be going to sleep with your sister. Not the pain of your best friend, who you are secretly in love with, taking your sister back to the apartment you share with him to sleep with her.

On a night out, Bucky and Sarah leave together. Sam fears the worst.

Tony and Bucky being good friends with a side of implied Romanogers:

You're Tuggin On Me by MarvelsAssbutts

The sensation sends chills up Bucky’s neck and goosebumps break out across his skin. His eyes flutter shut and he finds himself leaning back into the hand enough for it to do one more swoop against his scalp.

“Hair’s getting long, boy.”

Bucky’s eyes fly open at the voice and his body stiffens the second the hand leaves his hair.

Bucky manages to hide his feelings for Sam pretty well. Has been doing it for months with little to no problem or fantasy. Then Sam puts his hands in Bucky's hair.

A long amnesia AU:

When You Awake by Lunar_Pull

“Mr. Wilson, what do you remember?” Dr. Ramirez asks, her voice tense.

And here is a moment of choice for you. There’s a part of you that wants to lie; wants to simply ignore this terror and just pretend. There’s a part of you that is paralyzed with fear.

But there’s another part of you, sure as the rising sun, that will never back down. You don’t know who you are but you know you cannot turn away from this or any other challenge. You’re not built like that, that much you know.

You open your eyes again. Take a deep breath.

“I don’t remember anything.”

How about some Steve slander and acknowledgment of the emotional and psychological damage that him abandoning Bucky caused:

But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance by Gxlyleo

Bucky just wants to keep on living- specially with Sam at his side- his nightmares disagree with him, but worse than that his memories of Steve disagree with him.

Or some family fluff with Sarah and Sam helping Bucky furnish his apartment:

Running Away or Running To by CaptainCaptian

When AJ and Cass run away and get on a bus to see their Uncle Bucky in New York it brings Bucky and Sam back together. And when Sam sees just how Bucky has been living in Brooklyn he insists on making the ex-assassins life better.

I have not read the series that this one is a part of but you can still read it as a standalone:

you're already home and you don't even know it by napricot

Sam’s not leaving this to paperwork. Like he and Bucky are gonna be carrying around whatever medical power of attorney paperwork Dr. Raynor is thinking of while they’re on missions. No, there’s a simple solution here: if next of kin and spouses are the only ones to get speedy and full recognition as the person to talk to when one of them is incapacitated or goddamn dying in a hospital, then he and Bucky are just gonna have to be that. Next of kin is out, there’s too damn much explanation required there, and too much potential paperwork too, so that leaves spouse.

“We’re gonna get married.”

Dr. Raynor stops in the middle of the hallway. “What.”

When Bucky is seriously injured on a mission and Sam's denied any updates about his condition much less allowed to see him, Sam comes up with a plan: a let's-get-married plan. It's only practical. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with feelings, or being in love, it's just for legal reasons. Just a totally practical, partners thing.

Happy reading!

#legit my reaction when i read this message: i know of some fics like that!#winterfalcon #winterfalcon fic rec #anon #ask #non spn

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vidavalor · 3 years

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Can we talk about how Sam is as useless at this as Bucky is, really, and it’s massively sweet?

Yeah, I’m writing about Sam because we all love us some brainwashed, century-old assassin endless array of hurt/comfort here but this idea that Sam, because he’s a therapist and not always a crying, nightmare-sweat-drenched mess, is Captain Got It All Together is not truth... because this poor broken-hearted kitten absolutely does not and it makes him so much more of a better-realized, fuller character...

I’m not trying to wade any ship wars here or any fandom strife over the Bucky slant to fic/sometimes erasure of Sam here... I love both of these characters equally and ship them but my point here is that I think that because Bucky’s trauma is more well-documented and, for lack of a better word, “flashier”, that some people might think Sam looks perfectly well-adjusted. By comparison, he probably is but this other, quieter story happening with Sam is necessary reading here if you’ve been sleeping on the complexities of one Sam Wilson that aren’t the ones the show is focusing on more explicitly relating to his lived experience as a Black man in America. (They’re not completely separate either but not only this part of his life.) What do I mean, exactly?

Been wondering how these two are falling in love but can mainly just get it from Bucky’s POV because Sam is awesome and Bucky is sad and need love? Not sure what Sam is getting out of his relationship with Bucky? Not totally sure you ship it but leaning that way? Yeah, pull up a seat because this thing I wrote after Ep 5 here (so spoilers through that) is basically an old-school ship manifesto at this point but comes at SamBucky/WinterFalcon from Sam’s side, rather than Bucky’s. (I have nothing *against* Bucky. I just think you’re missing half the goodness of this show and half the surprisingly tender romance of all of this if you are not focusing on Sam as much as Bucky.) If this interests you, then read on, being forewarned that it’s a little long...

So... Sam Wilson is a sweet, kind, warm-hearted, empathetic, drop-dead gorgeous superhero soldier flying military veteran therapist... whom the canon suggests is Bucky Barnes-level obsessed with his dead former partner (in some sense of the word), Riley. You thought it was just Bucky with the angsty past love? Oh no... oh, no no no....

Consider that Sam’s been back in Delacroix twice now in TFATWS and not once has his sister-- who adores him and who knows everyone in town-- suggested that she call up any one of the at least ten decent single people she has to know who live in the area to take her f*cking *dreamboat* of a brother out. Forget the show putting Sam in like twelve pieces of canon and not throwing a single human (not named Bucky) at him and what that implies-- we all know that Sarah wouldn’t care what kind of human her brother was attracted to and yet she and the entire community of Delacroix can’t seem to find this guy a date. He’s sweet and hot and an Avenger but our Sam’s a monk, you guys... More to the point... they don’t even try. They know better than to try anymore... which says a lot.

Going back awhile now, when Sam met Steve, he was still this equally dreamy and he didn’t even have any Avengers-related problems getting in the way of his potential dating life. He had a normal job working for the VA in DC. Yet, he clearly was seeing exactly no one and while I am willing to admit that pretty much any human would drop everything and follow Steve Rogers around the world, it’s clear that Sam wasn’t seeing anyone at the time because his life was able to be dropped in a second and he also had that file with Riley’s photo at the ready, man. At. the. ready...

He responded to the opportunity to follow Steve with no less need when it came to his own post-trauma-of-war identity as Bucky does. This isn’t to say that Sam is *as* lost as Bucky because it would be hard to out-do the once-brainwashed assassin who has been alive for a hundred years but Sam saw all sorts of hell. He’s a therapist for veterans because he’s had to get beyond *his own* PTSD and he’s really aware of how that is a journey that doesn’t exactly ever end. It gets significantly better and he knows how well it can-- that’s why he can tell Bucky that there is hope of that-- but it is very clear that Sam Wilson is still suffering his own kind of PTSD and his own grief for the death of a guy who likely couldn’t love him the way he needed him to.

I know we don’t know a ton about exactly what Sam and Riley were but I think there is enough to infer that they probably actually weren’t a couple. For one thing, Sarah never mentions him and even if the show wanted to be vague about things, they could phrase it like “it’s been forever since you brought back someone to the house, haven’t met any of them since Riley” or something. There are ways to infer that they were a thing and the nature of it, if the show wanted to do that but all they have suggested so far is that Sam was in love with Riley. We know he and Riley were friends and worked on the Falcon suit project together but what we are getting out of what they are giving to us is that Sam loved him but it’s not clear that they were even a couple. I’d even say the picture of them that he shows Steve and Natasha is supposed to evoke that they weren’t a couple-- it’s of Sam looking at Riley, smiling like he’s the moon and the stars, while Riley is smiling but just a bit and he’s looking at the camera, not at Sam.

In other words, remember Miller’s analogies from school? Sam is to Riley as Bucky is to Steve. I just offended every person reading this who thinks that Steve and Bucky weren’t an unrequited thing *ducks* but I feel like we’re supposed to take from what they give us that Sam knows a little something about being mad for a guy who thinks you are his best buddy but doesn’t look at you in a romantic or sexual way and you feel like you’re dying over it. Sam gets Bucky because Sam *is* Bucky when it comes to this.

If Sam and Riley were just the best of friends, Sam still would have mourned him greatly but it would not necessarily have impacted his love life the way it seems like it might have. I’m not necessarily saying there was no one but this is a man who even when it felt like Steve Rogers-- whom Sam obviously found attractive-- seemed like he was making Sam question whether or not he was coming onto him or just super-nice and making a new fellow veteran friend... even when that was happening, Sam’s response was that he didn’t hate it or anything and he was willing to help Steve with what he needed in this friendly, advice-giving sort of way and maybe they had a thing, who knows, but it was clear that Sam-- a guy who has to be hit on *all the time*-- wasn’t really used to the idea of there being someone in his life. So, he wasn’t letting anyone into his life. He would have had the chance, no doubt. He was choosing not to. Why would you choose not to? If you were grieving the loss of a man you couldn’t get over and you thought that you weren’t ever going to love anyone like that and maybe having someone wasn’t going to happen for you.

Like, imagine Sam’s surprise when The Winter Soldier turns up, nearly kills them all, disappears and they go on the run and he starts hearing Steve’s confessional stories about the guy who was his best friend and in love with him and Steve has literally never said those words aloud because they’re from the *1940s* and he’s felt guilty all this time for hurting him. Steve’s the kind of guy who would feel guilty for not being in love with someone who was in love with him. That’s when Sam, who thought he had more in common with Steve, realizes he’s actually *Bucky Barnes* in this story. He’s the damn Winter Soldier in the Steve-and-Bucky version of him and Riley.

That is how Bucky evolves from “the kind of guy you have to stop” in Sam’s mind to the guy he’s hanging out with in every fight and snarking over the car seats with. He’s like yeesh, I thought I had a few years of this ungodly pain and that was bad... this poor bastard’s been in love with a Riley who could and probably will live until he’s a hundred and thirty. Sam starts getting into this whole antagonist origin story of The Winter Soldier here because he realizes that one wrong move-- one case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time-- and he could have been captured during the war he was in. He could have been tortured like that, so easily, and he knows what it’s like to be tortured by love in that way.

Bucky, for his part, when he begins to get his mind back and more fully remember Steve and his past, takes one look at Sam and is thinking like... that poor SOB... oh, look, it’s 21st Century Me. So, you fell for Steve Rogers, huh? Welcome to the club. We meet every Tuesday at two to discuss being the pining best friend in love with a guy who, in all likelihood, is attracted to both of us but unless Tony Stark can shake loose a bit of the freak in The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan, we’re not getting anything but a most earnest and sincere friendship out of this (and if Stark can’t, no one can....)

Like, Bucky’s Steve love is pretty pure. He wants him to be happy. He’s hurt that Steve doesn’t love him the way he loves Steve but he does love him as his best friend as well and wants him to have what he wants out of life. If that’s going back in time to Peggy Carter (who wouldn’t, really?) and leaving him behind then, fine. He wishes he were still here but he’ll deal but he’s going to be keeping an eye out for the other guy left behind-- Steve’s new modern era best friend person. Bucky’s so gone over keeping Steve safe that he can’t even resent Sam’s presence-- he’s thrilled he exists. Someone good to look after Steve when Bucky couldn’t! Sam Wilson is heaven sent and must be protected at all costs! So frequently from some kid with webbed fingers, apparently!

Sam, meanwhile, is challenged by the dilemma that Bucky appears to think that they’re in the same boat while Sam, who for sure had a little crush on Steve as who doesn’t, has really come to realize that he is far, far more into the tragic one here. He’s so irritated about it. It would be simpler if he just fell for another blond soldier with red, white and blue blood who couldn’t love him. At least he’d just be completely hopeless then but the brainwashed one? The one that thinks he’s horrid but is so good that he can’t even bring himself to be that jealous of Sam when he clearly thinks Sam is sleeping with the guy he’s loved for years?

Oh, Sam’s gone on that one...

Bucky’s still a mess then so it’s harmless enough to just pretend he’s not writing himself into touch-starved Bucky fanfic in his own mind here but when Bucky keeps saving him in different fights? When he catches him looking once or twice. When the bickering is really flirting and Sam knows he means it that way, too? When the poor guy just gets his mind back, they all reunite and go to one battle and then the two of them disappear and miss *five years* of their lives? When then, soon after, Steve is gone, too?

When it begins to feel like *they* are now the story and meant to go through the rest of these things together? I mean, when everyone else is all on about the fate and destiny of it all-- Stark’s big sacrifice being the one way to save everyone, Doctor Strange going on about all the possibilities of the universe on a saving the world level but it so personal to the people Sam and Bucky know, Steve choosing to go back in time because he can and be with the woman he loved and never got to have...

...standing there in the funerals and aftermaths of all of this together, by virtue of being Steve’s Friends Who Aren’t Really Part of This Gang Exactly... are Sam and Bucky. What are the odds that they are supposed to be the rest of one another’s story? Sam was wondering it. He for sure hadn’t felt like this since Riley... he might not have really ever felt it at all before.

Can we just admit that while there’s been some guys in the past-- and it could be rephrased as ‘some people’, as while Sam is written to suggest he’s at least into men, he could be into people who don’t identify as men as well-- but there’s not been someone who has been able to love him the way he’s loved them.

He’s from the South and Black and the show taps into the racism he’s been through as a result. Not obviously in Delacroix, where he feels safe and seen, where people care about him and don’t care that he is not straight, but in other parts. He’s been in the military, where homophobia is still pretty rampant and it’s a culture of a lot of heterosexual machismo. (Hell, the show even has a kind of walking, talking example of a guy everyone knows was the epitome of that kind of culture, even if he’s been broken by that world, too-- John Walker.) It’s not even really clear if Sam is out and, if he is, to whom. He seems to be the kind of person to want to be himself as much as possible and Sarah likely knows because they are close but I’m not so sure that a lot of Sam’s military buddies actually did. He really strikes me as the guy who gets along with everybody and whom everybody loves-- but whom few people actually *know* because he keeps himself (all of himself, not just his sexuality) private from others...

...which is also a hell of a lot like one Bucky Barnes.

Guaranteed they became such fast friends not just from being sort of left with one another in the aftermath of Steve and their attraction but because Sam was amazed to find that Bucky was actually pretty funny and Sam just kept talking to him because while he has-- or had, anyways, before he ran off with Steve-- a ton of people he’d consider friends, he doesn’t really have anyone he’d consider to be a close friend and hasn’t since Riley. Bucky, just still stunned to be free of mind control and that there was another human being talking to him instead of looking at him as a weapon to program to kill, was eager to listen to and absolutely thrilled when he could find something sarcastic to say to make Sam laugh that surprised laugh and light up.

These two damaged couple of guys spent most of this show and the months before it just terrified by how much love they were feeling for one another and were very happy to let any conflict they could get in the way of it-- any excuse to claim they weren’t feeling totally seen and run for the hills back into their own trauma.

It’s not just Bucky doing this. He might have been the one not returning the texts at the start, the one who seemed to be withdrawing more, while Sam was texting him still to check in on him but how quickly that began to flip around by Episode 5.

Suddenly, the brave one is Bucky. It was Sam for the first few episodes-- he was stil trying and so hard, despite not getting what he needed in return and Bucky still sending signals that he wanted him but was happy to still revel in being too damaged and scared to try harder. By Episode 5, though? Bucky’s not only learned to trust himself again, it is proven to be what he was afraid of: not being able to protect and love Sam the way he wanted to and that Sam would leave him. Triggered by the shield as a metaphor for not caring about Bucky, not having a reason to still pursue him, Bucky thought he had successfully pushed Sam away and that Sam would really stop texting because to not do so would be to admit to one another that they wanted to be around one another and this wasn’t just about Steve/Captain America. By Episode 5, Bucky shows up in Delacroix not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but with eyes only for Sam and is every one of Sam’s favorite Bucky Barnes fantasies come to life.

It’s now Sam flipping out. Would you have expected the Sam of the first two episodes to be a babbling mess in the face of a flirty Bucky stretching and claiming it’s time for him to go get a hotel room? To try to be playing it cool but winding up asking him to stay forever and telling him he likes his tight t-shirts in the middle there? To get so nervous that he suddenly is babbling about six toes and flirting with Sarah, showing how jealous he was of Bucky just... smiling and being this guy Steve had said was under there but that Sam had only had small glimpses of so far? If he was gone for the broken Winter Soldier... he’s wrecked by a single smile from this Bucky.

This is the same guy who spent the first few episodes confident to a point of near-cockiness, loving flirting with and teasing Bucky, the one that seemed more well-adjusted and in control of himself. Overall, he is but there’s something there when Bucky shows up and White Wolfs Sam into a sputtering mess who is sending him little glances, as if they’ve switched bodies from the first few episodes. It shows *just how much* Sam is comfortable with Bucky and how rare it is for him because he would react differently to Bucky’s more overt flirting of Episode 5 if how he is with Bucky was his default in life. Instead, we see that some of it is posturing-- it’s the Sam equivalent of lifting heavy things and using power tools. His is the humor (what’s a better aphrodisiac than making the Winter Soldier laugh or flirt back or blush?) and the bicker-caring. We even see where it comes from, in a way. Sam is a soldier-- he knows how to help other traumatized soldiers and when we saw him in his VA group session when we met him, we saw him using that kind of machismo world and its language to communicate with the soldiers in the group. The difference for him with them versus him with Bucky is that he’s also flirting with Bucky. The buddy cop thing is intentional-- it’s Sam’s strategy, it’s been Bucky’s choice to respond to it and they’re playacting it as how they talk because it’s been easier than admitting that they are completely gone on another and just want all the soft things.

Up until recently anyway and now Sam’s reeling from a man he’s fallen in love with showing up and loving him back. Don’t think for a second that Bucky doesn’t know enough by now to know that it’d totally undo Sam but the surprise of it to the audience only really exists if you don’t think Sam and Bucky have anything in common besides their now-gone mutual friend. In reality, they’re endgame.

#tfatws #sam wilson #sambucky #bucky barnes #thefalconandthewintersoldier #marvel #bucky #buckysam #winterfalcon

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thehollowprince · 3 years

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hey this is not an attack just a curiosity, why are you anti stucky? or do you mostly hate the shippers?

I'm not really anti stucky. In fact, if you go to my search bar and type stucky in, you'll find quite a bit of content regarding that subject on my blog.

My issue with Stucky, as with most ships, comes from the shippers. I avoid saying I'm a shipper of anything, because saying that, labeling yourself as a shipper, heavily implied that the only reason you're here is for the ship. Shippers watch shows or movie for the sole purpose of looking for a ship, to the point where a lot of them twist canon to such a degree that it's no longer recognizable, all for the sake of making their ship something achievable.

The real problem that comes from that isn't thr total disregard for canon (though it does beg the question of what people actually like about it) it's the rabid defense of their fanon as the only canon and how they react to people who don't follow or accept their headcanons.

For example, and sorry for deviating from the main point, but I still get anon hate from someone a Sterek shipper in the Teen Wolf fandom, four years after the show ended, because I don't just roll over and play dead when they make declarations about their ship and the main character.

Like I said above, if you were to go through my blog, you'd find plenty of Stucky content, because, as a gay man, I would have loved any kind of representation in such a big franchise. Who doesn't want to watch a movie or a TV show and see people like them in such a normal way? And the thing with Stucky was that it would have taken virtually no effort to make that a real thing. It's been discussed multiple times, but Bucky filled in the role of the "damsel in distress" in the first Captain America movie, with having Steve become a hero in his efforts to rescue Bucky from Hydra. Had Bucky been a woman and Peggy a man, Stucky would have been canon from the word go.

Add to that the fact that, and I know some people don't like discussing it, but the Bucky we have in the comics is an amalgamation of several characters. In the comics, Bucky was a child that admired Steve Rogers and was supposed to be America's response to the Hitler Youth program, whereas in the movies, he was Steve's childhood best friend, taking a lot of his backstory from the comic character of Arnie Roth, who was the one who pulled small Steve out of fights in alleys. I think that's why so many LGBT+ fans gravitated towards Bucky in the MCU, because Arnie was gay in the comics and since they made Bucky full Arnie's shoes, why not this element as well. Hell, even Bucky's "White Wolf" title in Wakanda comes from a whole other character in the Black Panther comics.

So, bottom line, I liked Stucky and would have been ecstatic of it had become canon (which I never expected, because c'mon! This is Disney!), but the shippers just got out of control, particularly post Civil War and then later Endgame, because their ship didn't become canon the way they wanted, often crying "queerbaiting" in response.

I actually just did a post a few weeks ago (shameless self promotion) about Queerbaiting and those who were trying to say that Marvel was baiting us with Sambucky now. But, if you peel back the surface, those were usually just Stucky shippers that jumped ship (ba dum tsh) because Stucky was no longer a possibility.

So... sorry for the long and rambling response, but I hope that this cleared stuff up.

#stucky #anti stucky #queerbaiting #shipping culture is the death of fandom

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buckybarnesbingo · 3 years

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BBB Week 6 Roundup!

Little bit late, Mod Meg was on vacay over the weekend.

Title: Cute Quaterbacks Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: B4 - Sharing Clothes Rating: Teen Ship(s): Steve/Tony Major tags/warnings: AU, School, Fake Relationship, Protective!Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark. Word count: 1767

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Title: The Curse Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Kiss Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Major tags/warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Magic, Curses Summary: Clint gets hit during an alien attack with some dark magic, Bucky and Steve can't wake him, so they go to the only person they know who can undo the curse: Stephen Strange. Word count: 1364

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Title: A Regular Harry Houdini Collaborator(s): Bird Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Prisoners/Captives Together Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Minor Episode 5 Spoilers, Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captured, First Kiss Summary: “You know, if Steve kissed me in the middle of an escape attempt, he would bring it up after,” Sam said. “I thought we weren’t talking about Steve,” Bucky grunted, closing his eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.” “I can’t believe you’re pretending to take a nap right now.” “I’m 106, Sam. I’m allowed to fall asleep whenever I want.” Word count: 1365

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Title: K5 Card B096 Soulbond Collaborator(s): Rufferto Link: Tumblr Square: K5 - High Fantasy, Curses, Shiny Sword Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy Warrior Bucky, Curses, Art, Sword Steve Summary: When Bucky went off to war Steve was cursed into a sword. Bucky managed to find him because they share a bond but he's cursed. Bucky now carries Steve into battle wherever he goes looking for a way to have Steve at his side again. This was done on Hot Press Water Color Paper with Windsor & Newton and Arteza paints. I don’t much like the scan, there’s something always lost when a watercolor image is scanned but I will try some other time to get a better photo of it. Word count: none it is art.

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Title: Benevolent Overlord Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K1 - Bucky Bear Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Fluff, PTSD, Codependency, Alpine the Cat Summary: “Hi,” Bucky says, wincing a little at how hoarse and rough his voice sounds from disuse. The kitten just hisses at him again, huge green eyes narrowed into slits. “Yeah, I get it,” he agrees with a grimace and a commiserating nod. Word count: 4921

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Title: I'm James Buchanan Barnes Collaborator(s): e_hytes Link: Tumblr Square: C2 - Art Style: Black and White Rating: Gen Ship(s): No pairing/ship Major tags/warnings: #buckybarnes #wintersoldier #jamesbuchananbarnes #mcu Summary: A drawing of Bucky/Winter Soldier black and white Word count: N/A

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Title: Someone Like You Collaborator(s): Nicnac Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Prison Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Major tags/warnings: Enemies, Uneasy Allies, Hydra Agent Reader, Negotiations Summary: Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. Word count: 2693

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Title: Sambucky Incorrect Quotes Collaborator(s): snowstark Link: Tumblr Square: U2 - Partner-In-Crime Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Enemies to lovers vibe, Humour Summary: “Bucky, we tried things your way already.” “No we didn’t.” “I did it in my head and it didn’t work.” Word count: N/A

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Title: darling, you’re the one i want in paper rings Collaborator(s): cyanica Link: AO3 Square: C5 - teasing Rating: Gen Ship(s): steve/bucky Major tags/warnings: first time, demisexuality, period-typical homophobia, fluff, friends to lovers Summary: "Okay, I don't know why I’ve never – you know!” Bucky said after a moment, a soft laugh spilling from his lips – something so genuine and bashful, that Steve wasn’t so sure what to make of. “You're just – you're the only one I've ever had eyes for. You're the only one I’ve ever wanted.” Or, whatever deity had constructed the fragmented pieces of their souls together, they were made of the same smithereens, and Steve was sure he had known that as a child, holding Bucky’s slightly larger hand and accepting that they were of the same love, without even knowing what such a concept was. Word count: 1630

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Title: Unexpected Alliances - Chapter 4 Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: AO3 Square: C5 - Lending a Hand Rating: Mature Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends/lovers, referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a dangerous shifter as his cellmate, they overcome their differences to become allies and perhaps something more. Chapter 4: Upon reaching the shifters’ camp, Buckthorn meets another of Stephen’s companions who seems to have a chip on his shoulder when it comes to fae folk. Word count: 1034

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Title: A Story Told in Flesh, Chapter 3: Together In Dreams Collaborator(s): ChrissiHR Link: AO3 Square: B2 - Rocket Racoon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Darcy x Steve Major tags/warnings: Big Swingin’ Dick!Steve, smut, nsfw, dream sex, sex positive Summary: Bucky and Darcy get massages and discuss Aesir medical treatments; Darcy has an erotic dream about Bucky & Steve. Word count: 1270

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Title: Written In The Scars (On My Heart) Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Just Do It Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Past Rape/Non-con, In Heat (but not A/B/O) Masturbation, Sex Toys, Mildly Dubious Consent, Body Worship, Self Body Worship, Rimming, Fuck Or Die (sort of), Porn with Feelings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Inability to Orgasm, Body Image, Reference to Past Medical Experimentation, Self-Lubrication, Touch-Starved, Touch-Averse Summary: He swallows hard, struggling with himself one last time and losing. “I need your help,” he manages to whisper, voice cracking. The air in the room immediately changes. The wound up tension drains out of Steve, his posture and voice going soft. “Sure, Buck,” he says, cautiously moving back toward him. Bucky can’t move, his arms locked tight around his knees, and he can’t lift his gaze higher than Steve’s knees either. Steve pauses when he’s still a few feet away, squatting down and angling his head in an effort to see Bucky’s face through the curtain of his hair. “Anything. What do you need?” It’s everything Bucky can do to hold still, every cell in his body vibrating with the need to throw himself into Steve’s arms. He opens his mouth, but his throat sticks and he has to swallow again before he can force the words out. Slowly, by sheer force of will, he drags his gaze up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I need you to fuck me.” Word count: 41k

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Title: Acceptance is the first part of Healing Collaborator(s): Laevateinn Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Denial Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: 1e3 : Power Broker, TFATWS coda, TW for : implied sexual abuse/assault, dissociation, PTSD, flashbacks, Angst, hopeful(ish) ending Summary: "You good ?" Wilson asks him, after he fought against eight men. "You okay ?" Wilson asks him, when they get to Sharon’s house. "You hurt ?" Wilson asks him, when they get out of the car. Yes, Wilson. All good. Now if the guy could shut up and carry on, that'd be great. Why would he be "not fine" anyway ? It's not as if anything that happened that day hasn't happened before. Word count: 906

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Moodboard) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: Tumblr Square: B3 - Labyrinth Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Cocktail, Labyrinth Summary: Something, something, Thor spikes the punch at the party and they all decide to re enact the Maze Runner… or something like that. Sam and Bucky wake up in the middle of a maze, nothing but Darcy’s voice in their ear giving them directions and critiquing their methodology Word count: N/A

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Fic) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: AO3 Square: C1 - Stranded Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Thor's Asgardian Booze, a labyrinth, Dubious Timeline, Everybody Lives, Crack Summary: Don’t drink Thor’s Asgardian booze. Ever. Word count: 1657

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Title: 5 Times Steve Received Plums from Natasha or Sam and the 1 Time Steve Realized the Plums weren’t from Them Collaborator(s): Girl_Back_There Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Major tags/warnings: 5 + 1, Bucky and his Plums, Angst and Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug Summary: Steve keeps finding plums in his hotel rooms or his bag. He thinks it is Natasha or Sam trying to be a good friend by making sure he is eating and keeping up his energy in the search for Bucky. Each plum he finds reminds him of Bucky growing up in pre-WWII New York. The times they would give each other a plum as a way of saying “I’m sorry” or “I love you.” Word count: 2998

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Title: Faith and Desire and the Swing of Your Hips Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: U2 - French Kiss Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Crossdressing, Nonbinary Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Body Dysphoria, Gender Exploration, Supportive Flirting Summary: “You look gorgeous, doll,” he drawls, dragging up as much of old Brooklyn as he can to infuse into the words. Steve startles, even though the doorway and Bucky in it are clearly reflected behind him in the mirror. Steve’s eyes flick to him and away again, his face going pink from the tips of his ears and spreading all the way down to his chest. He fidgets with his skirt, hands smoothing over the folds of it self consciously. “It looks a little silly,” he mutters, chewing on his already chapped lower lip. Word count: 5470

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Title: Stay Collaborator(s): Bird/plutosrose Link: AO3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Post-Canon, First Time Summary: “So, are you keeping the outfit?” Word count: 1919

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Title: It's Not a Miracle You Need Collaborator(s): UisceOneLove Link: AO3 Square: Y3 - At a Crossroads Rating: Teen Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Post-Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending Summary: Sitting out on the dock of Tony's lakehouse while the others slept, Steve thought about where he was expected to go from here. It's a good thing Bucky's around to help him see where that can be. Word count: 1584

#buckybarnesbingo2021 #bbb2021 #bbb weekly roundup #bbb week 6 #bbb round three

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