#sambucky crack

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical

This is for the @sambuckylibrary’s TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 for the prompt “Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical”. I hope y'all enjoy this goofy little fic! 🥰

Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1.5K |

Summary: Bucky walks Sam through a hypothetical. Maybe two hypotheticals.

Excerpt:

Sam shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. Sam knew he would be dragged into whatever idea Bucky had. Not because it was the smart thing to do. More because apparently whenever Sam was with this man, they shared exactly one brain cell between the two of them on a good day and it was very hard to keep that brain cell from getting lost when Bucky stared at him like that. Like this was something Sam wanted to hear out. Like Sam didn’t find himself in a number of shenanigans whenever Bucky started with, “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.” Bucky took Sam’s hands. Bucky’s hands were warm. They held Sam’s hands so tenderly. Those hands were just asking for a moment of Sam’s time. Sam could feel that one brain cell between them slipping away from him. “Can I?” asked Bucky, and his voice was so soft; it was gentle and doing everything Bucky could to not show nerves. Who needed brain cells, anyway? “What?” asked Sam, rewarded with a big grin.

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#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #tooth rotting fluff #crack treated seriously #first date #dorks in love #my fic #Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical

[katatonicimpression]

Just imagine the potential of a tfatws season 2 that's composed of missing scenes from/between cap 4 and thunderbolts

just sambucky texting each other between missions, getting coffee and a pastry during the second act buildup, facetiming each other about their respective plot twists, cuddling up after the denouements..

it could be goddamn glorious

#very lion king 3 vibes #but they release it late summer after both films #crack #this is a stupid post #whatever #sambucky

[babygirl-diaz]

In which, Sam and Bucky are rival bounty hunters looking for the same guy, wanted thief Steve Rogers. They've been chasing Steve for 2 years and are not letting up. Steve has a "brilliant" idea that if he gets the two of them together, they'll be all over each other and forget about him. So he puts his plan into action from the shadows and creates circumstances that keep bringing Sam and Bucky closer. They get together, but Steve's plan falls flat on its face as they team up and start looking for him.

#Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #SamBucky #crack fic idea

[samcky]

Micro fic thing:

1 or 8, whichever one is more interesting ☺️

Hi Kasey, thank you for the ask <3 hmm, I'm gonna go with 8. sunbathing, because it's hot boy summer

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The first time Bucky went to the beach he fell asleep in the sun and burned his nose so bad the skin started peeling off the very next day.

That was also the day Bucky first kissed a boy. He had only been seventeen. When he got home his nose burned, but the shame burned deeper. It's been almost a hundred years since that day and the knowledge of that kiss has died between himself and that boy from Coney Island.

Bucky thinks of that day often. He's thinking of that day right now, as he sits on a lounge chair on a remote island in Italy, enjoying his first vacation in forever.

He's watching Sam slowly fall asleep, sprawled leisurely on a sandy towel, the sun beating down on his drying skin like it belongs there, maybe it does. He looks so beautiful Bucky stops breathing every time he looks.

Bucky slowly gets up from his lounge chair, rummaging through his backpack before he finds what he's looking for. He crouches down next to Sam's head, a smile spreading across his face as he uncaps the sunscreen. He squeezes a tiny bit onto his finger, rubbing them together to warm it up, and then gently, very gently spreads it all over Sam's nose and cheeks.

When he's finished he observes his work, making sure he didn't miss any spots, and puts the sunscreen away. He leans down and places a soft kiss on Sam's nose, careful not to wake him up, but fails. Sam tilts his head up and presses a kiss to his lips, so tender and slow, Bucky feels like he's melting, dripping right onto Sam's naked body.

"My hero" Sam says without opening his eyes, his lips stretched into a soft smile, and Bucky's heart grows two sizes.

#look at that #i wrote a something that is not crack #it's almost serious #sambucky

[sunnysideprincess]

“Monstrosity”

No one should be surprised Stark's idea of a household pet is a spider. And yet...

They find it scuttling about inside a tank. A giant thing that's been no doubt souped up by Hydra's sneaky potions ("Chemicals, Barnes! This isn't the Salem Witch trials."), surrounded by other tanks of dead, enlarged version of bugs which he would vehemently protest on finding creepy. Worse is when the thing turns all of its beady eyes on them, raising hair on Bucky's neck and arms. If the furry palp and legs aren't enough, that thing has a human eye dangling in one of the webs. The morbid scene is straight out of a cheap horror flick. And yet much worse than aliens or flying robots he is used to seeing everyday. Even Black Widow steps back in disgust at the sight of her fellow arachnid.

Steve looks at that thing for like one second before looking at Bucky like he wants to say ", there ain't gonna be any slipper big enough for this". Bucky shrugs back, shuddering at the thumping sound of its legs. "Well, we could let Hulk squash it."

Unfortunately, he says it out loud. And worse than their misfortune of finding the final boss of any horror game, Stark makes a wounded noise at the back of his throat, his faceplate up and eyes moist when he turns to the team, his back dangerously close to the cage. Any other time, Bucky would have hit him to keep himself open so wide. Specially in front of a thing that's got all its eyes on him like he's some tasty treat. ("No, Stevie. I am not a peckish old grandmother. Your boyfriend is a dumba—Stark, get off the sea serpent!") But today, right now, he is not getting any closer to the bug. So he'll wait for when Stark gets his peachy ass away from it.

"We're killing it?"

Steve's face falls at the sight of his beau's sad puppy look and oh, see! Bucky knew that idiot would be the downfall of the two of them.

"Don't do it, Steve," Widow hisses beside them. "Don't fall for it."

Tony looks alarmed.

"But, why?"

"Tony, honey, I know you have a thing for collecting strays. But there's a skeleton on the underside of its belly."

Oh, sweet lord. Bucky hides the symptoms of his rising disgust and bile behind the vibranium fist. And yes, there is a skeleton dangling from the spider's belly.

"I'm going to go hurl in a can," Barton announces cheerfully, then grabs Wanda by her collar and runs. "And if that thing does end up in the compound, I'm moving back to the farm!"

Stark makes a broken, choked up sound and Bucky would swear it doesn't sit right with a fifty-something man, but all of them sway forward to console the inconsolable man-child. Except when Natasha takes one step to motherhen the genius, the spider hisses and spits a web at her. Thankfully, there's an eight inch thick glass standing between them and the thing, so it's fine. Though it does send them all scuttling further away from the cage.

Stark turns to look at the spider, which looks back at him. The genius looks back at them and Bucky knows, right then and there, it's game over.

•••

"A giant spider?"

He sounds incredibly happy and excited. See, there's a reason why he hates babysitting for his punk of a best friend and his billionaire boyfriend on Friday nights. It's this very reason.

"Is it radioactive? Does it eat giant flies? Or smaller roaches? Is it male? Female? Is it going to lay eggs? Are you going to keep it in the compound? Can I see it?"

Stark doesn't look up from the various screens he has been studying for the last hour and yet seamlessly rattles off all the right answers to his brainchild. Or whatever the hell Parker is supposed to be. (Hey!)

"No. Possibly. Yes. Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes, if you swing by after you're done with your homework."

"Aw, come on!" Then. "Don't let Bucky have a fit before I get there."

Yeah. He hates the kid.

•••

There are exactly four people cooing over the freak of nature. And Bucky is appalled to see Banner is one of them.

"Don't call it a freak, Bucky. It's not nice," Banner intones, swiveling back to the screen with a scowl on his face. Both Tony and Peter have their heads bent over the notes on the table, while Harley Keener looks closer to vibrating out of his seat.

"Have we settled on the name yet?"

"Aragog? Or Gandalf?"

"Why the hell would we name it Gandalf?"

"The beard?"

"Well, then lets go with Furball!"

"Ugh, kids," Stark groans, then mouths 'Furball' and begins to cackle. If that doesn't prove Tony Stark is a man-child.

Bucky briefly entertains the idea of going over to Sam's place. At least there, he'll get to have sex. But then Stevie has him in a headlock and is dragging him over to the communal kitchen, where he'll no doubt spend all the time bemoaning losing Tony's attention to a bug. He could and would sympathize, if he wasn't so worried about being a giant spider chomp. So now, he settles for being miserable and silently plans his quick escape to DC.

#unusual pets #featuring #tired old grandma bucky #eccentric stray adopter Tony #Worried Steve #Spider child #literal and non literal #stevetony #sambucky #mcu #avengers #crack fic #marvel mcu #stony #winterfalcon #ficlet #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #spiderson #giant spider #peter parker

[allcolorsoftherainbow]

Day 3 of my SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge!!

May I interest you with a crack treated seriously where Bucky is dressed as a Christmas elf, Sam loses his mind and Torres gets dragged into this chaos? (:

(rated T for one swear word, no warnings, short and sweet)

#winterfalcon #sambucky #christmas #crack treated seriously #ao3 #fanfic

[deflated-leaf]

bucky hc:

after a lil bit of watching the boys when sarah needs him to the boys help catch him up on what kids these days do: watch anime and play video games

they turn bucky into a gaymer weeb

#not an anime but they definitely make them watch miraculous ladybug first #and then mha #bucky then ventures off and discovers beastars #he's traumatized but intrigued #and then he rlly likes it l8r #and THEN #he watches sk8 the infinity #cass and aj see kaoru and kojiro and are like #omg uncle sam and uncle bucky !! #bucky is fucking CRACKED at minecraft #sambucky #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sam finds bucky sobbing after ep 9 of sk8 #and he just makes the most elaborate builds #he makes v pretty landscapes and gardens

[imomnba-x07]

*me looking at all the fics in my bookmark that I haven’t even started yet*

Dammit i have nothing to read :(

#it’s hard starting new fics ok?! #sambucky #ao3 fic #ao3 crack #archive of our own #ao3 #yes it’s all sambucky #fan fic #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction

[livingincolorsagain]

Hey a! For the SamBucky ask - either 🛥️ Meanwhile, on the Boat... or 💕 Who Fell First please

hey mexi! thanks for the ask and for this very fun ask game! <33

(i know you said or but why choose when i can do both?)

from this list: SamBucky Romance Asks

Sam isn’t sure how they got here.

The day started normal enough. No urgent calls in the middle of the night, no world-ending catastrophes, not even the odd nightmare they both still get sometimes.

Scratch that, the day started incredibly well, actually. Sam let himself sleep in, and was awakened near noon with soft brushes of lips and the rasp of a beard against his neck, Bucky’s deep voice in his ear, his hand slipping under Sam’s loose t-shirt, then lower and lower.

They didn’t leave the bed for another hour.

Now, with the sun in the middle of the sky and burning bright, Sam is standing on the boat, hand on his hips, staring incredulously at Bucky, who has his arms crossed across his chest and a stubborn expression on his face.

“What,” Sam asks again, “are you talking about?”

“I fell first.”

Sam takes in a deep breath. “No.”

Bucky’s face gets a little redder, and Sam doesn’t know if it’s the sun or his indignation.

“What do you mean, no? I’m telling you!”

“It doesn’t make sense. You didn’t even want to talk to me for six months!”

Bucky’s face does a complicated thing, and something twists painfully in Sam’s stomach.

“I did,” Bucky says softly, a little brokenly. “Want to talk to you. I wanted to see you. I just… didn’t think it was good for you. Thought you were checking on me outta pity.”

“Pity for myself, maybe,” Sam says, looking away at the open ocean, something bitter burning its way through him.

The day is beautiful, endless blue skies, gentle waves rocking the boat and a light breeze, the world quiet and safe for a change, and here they are, arguing about something that doesn’t even matter, opening up old wounds like they don’t know how to let go of the hurt.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, because it doesn’t; it shouldn’t.

Bucky makes a frustrated noise and steps closer to Sam. And when Sam doesn’t turn to him, he says, “Hey, look at me.”

With a sigh, Sam does. Bucky’s face keeps doing these fleeting complicated things, so many emotions trying to make it to the surface.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “for every second I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I can’t take it back, no matter how much I wish I could, but I can promise that it won’t ever happen again, that I’ll always be there for you from now on. Long as you want me, sweetheart, because I’ve loved you long before I knew what it was, long before I knew I ever could.”

Sam’s vision gets a little blurry, his breath catching in his chest as he bites his lip to hold back the pitiful sound trying to escape.

Bucky’s hands come up to cup his face, his touch so tender it hurts. “Hey, no, don’t cry. Lord, this is not at all going how I wanted.”

And that makes Sam laughs. “And what were you trying to do?”

Bucky sighs, letting his hands drop to Sam’s waist and pulling him closer. “Was trying to be romantic, had this big romantic speech ready, then ya started arguing with me. Should’ve known better, really.”

Sam snorts, head resting on Bucky’s chest and arms around his waist.

It’s a little too hot for them to be standing this close, with the sun beating down on them, but this closeness was a reassurance Sam cannot step away from. Something he’s been craving long before he realized it, or wanted to admit it.

And now, it doesn’t matter who wanted it first, because they both have it, and that’s all that matters.

Still, though—

“I fell first,” Sam says.

“You’re wrong,” Bucky says, voice cracking with humor, “but that’s okay. At least you’re pretty.”

Sam gives his side a pinch for that.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #onlysambucky #sambucky fic #a writes sambucky

[sambuckylibrary]

Week 1 of TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024

Here is a compilation of all the works made in the first week of this event. Thank you to everyone who participated this week and check them out if you haven't already!

"I don't think he's the kind you save." by @thatmexisaurusrex | art | SamBucky Edit, "I don't think he's the kind you save", enemies to lovers.

The Exact Kind of Guy You Save (And Who Saves You) by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 523 | "I don't think he's the kind you save", Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pre-Relationship | AO3 |

Sam Searches for Bucky by @funsized-loser | Rated: M | WC: 1.1K | Sleeping Together, Sam Searches For Bucky, Fluff But a Little Bittersweet |

Right moment by noe3489 | Rated: T | WC: 1.3K | Sam Searches for Bucky, Past Sam Wilson/Riley, Hurt/Comfort | AO3 |

The Kind You Save by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: N/A | WC: 1.2K | "I don't think he's the kind you save", this one's angsty y'all, “You’re the one who gets saved.” hits you like a ton of bricks |

Distraction Tactics by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K | "Can you move your seat up?", crack treated seriously, fluff with light angst | AO3 |

Acting Weird by noe3489 | Rated: N/A | WC: 803 | "Can you move your seat up?", Pre-Slash, Idiots in Love | AO3 |

Won't Let You Fall by @exbex | Rated: T | WC: 776 | Team Up at the Airport, Feelings Realization, Getting Together | AO3 |

At the airport by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 1K | Team up at the Airport, Pre-Slash, POV Steve Rogers | AO3 |

Post-WS/Sam-Finds-Bucky fics by @abarbaricyalp | SamBucky Fic Reclist | Rated: G-E | Seven Fics |

#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky edit #sambucky fic rec list #mod: thatmexisaurusrex

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Sam Wilson and the Olympians

Hey! This fic is for @sambuckylibrary’s SamBucky Valentine’s Bingo 2024 for the prompt on Creator Card #2 - “Second Chances”. It starts with SamRiley but you'll see how the prompt plays a role in the fic once you read it. Enjoy! 🥰

Sam Wilson and the Olympians

| Pairings: SamBucky and SamRiley | Rated: T | WC: 18K |

Summary: Sam Wilson didn't know that he was a demigod. But now, with a group of new friends, he must find his way to Camp Half-Blood.

Excerpt:

“We, uh,” said Paul as he cleared his throat, “We met this… guy.” Sam blinked. “This guy?” asked Sam, confused. “He was – oh wow. He. We got along really well,” said Paul, a twinkle in his eyes as he glanced at Darlene – and. This felt a little too intimate for Sam to be hearing about his own parents. “We sort of got a long after that for, I don’t know, about a year,” said Darlene, tucking one of her twists behind her ear as she decidedly didn’t look Sam in the eyes, “And – it’s going to sound fantastical but you, um – ” “You’re still our son. Biological son, you’re our – we’re both still your – I’m not really sure how it worked, but – ” Paul continued, trying to find the words to tell Sam whatever went on. “You sort of. Just,” said Darlene, mimicking what happened with her hands, “Appeared. From his. Forehead?” Joaquín choked on his Arnold Palmer. Riley’s eyes widened, not expecting that. Sam. Sam needed a minute. “I was… a forehead baby?” asked Sam, supremely confused.

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#sbvday2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #samriley #sambucky fic #samriley fic #riley #percy jackson and the olympians au #love at first sight #second chances #fluff and crack #angst with a happy ending #demigod sam wilson #demigod bucky barnes #my fic #Sam Wilson and the Olympians

[firstelevens]

and 22 for sambucky, perhaps?? 🍯

22. don't say yes

It is, technically speaking, Sam’s fault that he ends up where he does. Usually, there’s a little more nuance, but this time around, it’s completely on him.

His mother had been fond of saying that eavesdroppers were bound to hear things they didn’t like, and little Sam had only had to test this theory a few times before deciding that she was right. The lesson had worn off at some point, though, as high school and college came and went, and as keeping your ear to the ground made all the difference as a soldier and later as a superhero.

But Sam doesn’t mean to eavesdrop on Bucky. Not really, anyway. 

He pulls up to Bucky’s newly-purchased cottage and goes around back to drop off Sarah’s spare wheelbarrow. All afternoon at the docks yesterday, Bucky had been making noises about working on the garden at the new place, setting up a vegetable patch and hauling around some of the bricks left behind by the last owners to make up a little retaining wall.

When Sam had asked just how much experience Bucky had with growing vegetables, he’d mentioned that his Ma had kept a victory garden during the war, and then gone quiet until the boys burst in and demanded his attention. Bucky had gone back home not long after, and Sam had figured that the wheelbarrow and the extra gardening tools he’d pulled from the shed might be some kind of peace offering.

He sets the trowels and gardening gloves on the back porch and leaves the wheelbarrow nearby. It’s more habit than anything else that has him stopping to examine the boards and the porch railing, checking for rot or cracks. Sam doesn’t even realize that Bucky’s bedroom window is open, not until his voice carries out of it and into the yard.

“I promise I’ll be back soon,” he’s saying. “It’s just a quick errand.”

Sam furrows his eyebrows. He’d maybe expected Bucky to be on the phone, but it sounds like he’s talking to someone who’s there with him.

“The hardware store is close,” says Bucky, and the warmth in his voice is unmistakeable, “and the nursery’s not that far, either. I’ll be an hour, tops.”

He tries not to, but Sam can’t help but strain his hearing, trying to catch the reply from whoever is up there with Bucky. He can’t make out any words, but that doesn’t make him feel better. It’s 8 AM on a Saturday; whoever it is could easily just be tired.

It’s far too easy a leap from that particular conclusion to just why someone might be at Bucky’s house in the morning and too tired to really speak. Sam feels queasy all of a sudden.

Bucky had turned down an invitation to have dinner with them last night, and he’d left the docks in the late afternoon instead of hanging out like he usually did. Sam had assumed that he was going back to work on the house while it was still light out, but maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe Bucky had gone into town, or to a bar somewhere. Maybe Bucky had brought someone home with him, and that someone had stayed the night.

Sam is just trying to convince himself that there’s a perfectly platonic, rational explanation to all this when he hears Bucky’s voice again.

“Baby,” Bucky says, somewhere between affectionate and chiding. “Sam’s gonna be here any second; you know I can’t just leave him hanging.”

That’s not how you talk to a one night stand, Sam realizes, with a sinking feeling. That’s how you talk to someone who’s been around for a little while, and who plans to stay that way.

Had he missed the signs somewhere? Had he misread all those conversations that he’d thought were moments with Bucky, even when they’d been on their own separate world-saving missions? All the text messages and the scraps of time they’d caught together in New York or DC or here in Delacroix?

Bucky shyly admitting that he’d put an offer in on a house in town had seemed like a confirmation of something, like establishing solid ground for them to take those first steps together. Now, though–now Sam can’t help but wonder if that solid ground isn’t his to tread, if Delacroix was the choice not because it’s Sam’s home but because it’s someone else’s.

“You’ve got to give me my shirt back, Sweets; I can’t go out without it,” comes Bucky’s voice again, and this time, Sam makes himself step back, intent on hustling back to the truck and booking it out of here before Bucky realizes he was there at all.

He’s already drawing up an excuse in his head, trying to strike the right balance of a reasonable last second cancelation and nothing that’ll worry Bucky too much, but the extra distraction proves to be the last thing he needs. Sam runs right into the wheelbarrow, which falls against the nearby stack of bricks with an extra-loud clang, reverberating outwards like a bell.

“Fuck,” Sam murmurs, and has just enough time to right the wheelbarrow before Bucky is calling out the window.

“Sam, is that you?” Sam doesn’t say yes at first, still trying to salvage his escape plan, and Bucky calls out again. “Sam? Are you there?”

It’s only latent self-preservation instincts that remind him it’s probably a bad idea to make the former Winter Soldier think that there’s someone skulking around his property uninvited, and he finally makes himself answer.

“Yeah,” Sam calls back. “It’s me, sorry.”

There’s no response for a moment, and then the door to the back porch opens. Bucky is smoothing down his t-shirt like he just pulled it on, and Sam’s stomach lurches just a little.

“Hey,” Bucky is saying, “sorry I’m late; I just got caught up with- wait, what’s that?”

It takes Sam a beat to realize where he’s pointing, distracted as he is by Bucky’s ruffled hair and the pillowmarks on his face. Even as part of him grapples with what he’s just learned, he can’t help but feel happy that Bucky seems to have slept through the night.

“It’s a wheelbarrow,” he finally manages to say, like it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. Sam clears his throat, but it does nothing to ease the sudden tightness he feels there. “Thought you might need one, for your garden and all. Plus, uh- we had some spare trowels and stuff at the house. No sense in buying new ones if you don’t need them.”

Bucky looks as surprised as he always does when he’s on the receiving end of a gesture like this, but he thanks Sam warmly. “If I supply coffee and snacks, d’you think Captain America might throw in his help along with the wheelbarrow?” he asks, grinning. 

Sam smiles in spite of himself. “Maybe, but it better be some fancy coffee.”

“I think I can make that happen,” says Bucky, nodding. “You about ready to head out? Is there anything we need to take with us to the hardware store?”

“About that,” says Sam, trying to keep his breathing even, “I was thinking maybe it would be better if we rescheduled? I, uh- I know weekends can be busy, and maybe there’s stuff that needs your attention, so we can-”

“Sam, this is the stuff that needs my attention,” Bucky says. His eyebrows furrow after a second, and realization crosses his face. “Oh, wait, do you have something you need to do? Is the motor still giving you guys trouble on the boat? Because we can just head over there instead; the hardware store can wait, but Sarah can’t miss that afternoon charter.”

It would make for a good excuse, but the boat is just fine, and if Sam said otherwise, Bucky would insist on coming along to help. “It’s not that,” Sam says. “Sarah’s all set for the charter. I just didn’t want to take you away from anything important, or pressing, or, I don’t know, more enjoyable than a trip to the hardware store and the nursery. You know Hank and Lottie are going to want ten minutes of gossip for every ten minutes of shopping.”

“I’m counting on it,” Bucky says, giving Sam a slightly odd look. “I want to hear what the deal is with that new couple who just bought the flower shop.”

Sam shrugs. “Just want you to remember that it might take a while, that’s all.”

Bucky waves a hand. “I have time,” he says. “Might even be able to squeeze in a trip to the coffee place so I can put a down payment on your help with the garden.”

That, weirdly, is the final straw for Sam. He may be quietly jealous of this unknown person who’s loath to let Bucky out of bed in the mornings, but they deserve some consideration, at least. If Sam’s partner was going to spend the day gallivanting around after promising to be home as soon as possible, he’d want to know.

Just as Sam opens his mouth to finally address the elephant in the room, Bucky is continuing on, as oblivious as ever. “Let me just grab my shoes,” he’s saying. “And then we can head out.”

He turns and opens the backdoor again, but just before Bucky can step inside, they’re met with the loudest, most plaintive meow that Sam has ever heard. It’s followed by a few more: short, sharp mews of complaint, very clearly addressed at the person deemed responsible.

For a second, Sam’s brain processes ‘there is a cat in Bucky’s house and it’s mad at him’ to mean that a stray cat got in through an open window and found that it couldn’t get out. Then he looks back at Bucky and finds him sitting in the doorway, now cradling a tiny white kitten in his left arm.

The cat is mewling loudly at him, with more force than such a small animal should have, and Bucky…Bucky is nodding along to the complaints, murmuring comforting nonsense back. 

“I know, I know, you told me not to go,” he says, gently petting the cat. “Sorry, baby. I should’ve taken you with me, huh?”

There’s one last meow in response, softer than the others, before the cat curls up in Bucky’s arms.

Sam, still astonished, glances from the upstairs bedroom window to Bucky and the cat and back again.

Sorry, baby, Bucky had said. You told me not to go.

“Wait, you were talking to your cat?” asks Sam.

Bucky frowns, looking confused. “That’s what this animal is called, yes. And I’m currently talking to her, so…yes to that, too?”

“No, I mean earlier,” says Sam, before he can stop himself. He feels his eyes go a little wide.

“Earlier when?”

“Uh, nothing. Never mind. Are you gonna introduce me to your cat, or what?”

But Bucky’s persistence is one of his best and most annoying qualities. “Earlier when, Sam?”

With the same consideration that he gives to a particularly risky throw of the shield, Sam makes himself answer. “Just when I got here. A few minutes ago, that’s all.”

“You heard me talking?”

“Yeah,” says Sam. “Your window was open and I was bringing the wheelbarrow around. I heard you saying you’d be home soon, and calling someone pet names, and I made an assumption. I guessed wrong, that’s all.”

Bucky arches an eyebrow. “So you were eavesdropping, then?”

“I was doing a favor for my friend and bringing him a wheelbarrow that’s almost as ancient as he is,” says Sam, his voice dry. “Not my fault you project like you’re on Broadway and aiming for the cheap seats.”

That gets a snort of amusement, at least. Sam steps onto the porch and takes a seat beside Bucky, holding out his hand for the cat to sniff.

“Sam, this is Alpine,” Bucky says. “Alpine, this is Sam.”

Alpine seems to deem Sam trustworthy enough, because she settles back down in Bucky’s arms and doesn’t tense when Sam runs a gentle finger along her back.

“How long have you had her?” asks Sam. “How’d I miss this cat hair on your extensively black wardrobe?”

“Two weeks,” says Bucky, “and I now own about a dozen lint rollers.”

“That’ll do it, I guess.” Sam laughs quietly. “You know the boys are going to want to meet her as soon as possible, right?”

“Sarah asked me to pick them up from school on Monday; I thought I might bring them by to see her then.”

Sam hums in acknowledgment and wonders if he’ll ever get used to the way Bucky has neatly folded himself into their lives. 

He doesn’t get a chance to ponder it for very long, though, because then he feels eyes on him, a vibranium shoulder pressed into his own.

He has about two seconds to brace himself before Bucky asks, “So if you heard me talking to Alpine and didn’t realize I was talking to a cat, who did you think I was talking to?”

It’s been a long time since Sam acted or felt like a teenager, and he’s not proud to say that he defaults to a classic 16 year old response: shrugs a shoulder and says, “I don’t know,” as nonchalantly as he can,

It does not work.

“Sam,” says Bucky. “Seriously, it’s Saturday morning. Who would be at my house at 8 AM on a Saturday?”

Sam shrugs again, but this time he makes himself answer, even if he can’t take his eyes off his lap. “Someone who fell asleep here, maybe.”

“Fell asleep here? What does that even-”

“Buck, I know the aw-shucks routine was a real hit in the forties, but you don’t need to go around pretending not to know what sex is now.” Sam means for it to sound light, but the words feel sharp as he says them.

“That’s not what I was trying to do,” says Bucky, and Sam might be imagining it, but there’s something careful in his voice now. “I just didn’t think of it.”

“Right,” says Sam, flat. “Of course not.”

Because only someone with a definitely-more-than-a-crush on their friend and superhero partner would hear three sentences through an open window and immediately assume that they had a romantic rival. Normal people with normal feelings about their friend and superhero partner wouldn’t be fazed.

Part of Sam is searching for an exit strategy again, trying to figure out the best way to wriggle out of this so he can contend with the embarrassment in peace for a while before things go back to normal. He would break out an excuse to get going, except that Bucky is still talking.

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t have come to mind before,” he’s saying, and Sam wants very badly for this conversation to end so he can be swallowed by the earth. “I just, um- I haven’t thought about entertaining people that way in a while, because there’s someone I’m interested in.”

It’s a medical miracle, Sam thinks, that he can feel like someone has punched him in the stomach and yet his curiosity still manages to seize control of his mouth and ask questions. “You sure you don’t have that backwards? It feels like the sort of thing that would be on your mind more, not less.”

He feels Bucky shrug beside him. “We’re taking it slow, I think.”

“Oh?” asks Sam, suddenly beset by chaste visions of Bucky sharing a milkshake with someone at the retro themed diner in Chalmette.

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “Not even any real dates or anything yet.”

Blessedly, the diner and the milkshake disappear. “No dates at all?” asks Sam, because apparently he likes pressing on bruises.

“No dates,” echoes Bucky. “But errands, sometimes.”

Sam furrows his eyebrows, finally turning to look at Bucky. “Errands?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah, errands. Like, grocery store runs, or gardening,” he says, and it seems like the corners of his mouth are turning up. “Or even trips down to the hardware store and the nursery.”

Sam blinks. “Wait, what?”

There’s clearly a grin on Bucky’s face now. “I mean, I’m assuming that the hardware store doesn’t count as a date, because if it were a real date, I’d be getting flowers instead of a wheelbarrow.”

There’s a rushing in Sam’s ears as he processes Bucky’s words. For a moment, he can’t seem to make his mouth work. When he finally does, his voice is embarrassingly creaky, like he hasn’t spoken in days. “Next time,” he croaks. “Next time, it’s flowers, I promise.”

“Okay,” Bucky says, his smile widening. “Next time, then.”

“Okay,” echoes Sam. “It’s a date.”

#me: i'll stick to 500 words #me 2800 words later: oops #sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #zainab does ask meme things #taylor swift prompt fics #birdhapley #this might get cleaned up and end up on AO3 later WHO KNOWS #throw another one under the 'wrote it in one sitting in a fugue state' column #my fic

[damianbugs]

s*mb*cky in retrospect is such a mistake like the one(1) comic everyone clings onto being 😑😒 aside, this pairing (and ship) being shoved together bcuz of fans liking... those 😐🫤actors cracking jokes that are often... weird🙃, just puts a bad taste to it.

But aside from that it'd be one thing if the projects that paired them together were one and done, but no it created a fandom that expects them together and now we get unironic viral tweets about marvel downfall if bucky isn't in the next cap movie, even tho he shouldn't even be required for a cap movie bcuz his character origins have him textually say that he doesn't care for the persona of cap and only shows up in steve's stories bcuz of his connection to him, so he shouldn't even appear in the discussion in the first place and yet

but on top that, then the projects that pair them together also created a mob of samcap vs buckycap (and stevecap) dudebros that complain abt sam not having any powers and bucky going from supersoldier who singlehandedly beat up steve and co in wintersoldier to just a sidekick for a nonpowered sam, which is the worst bcuz i can't even argue fully against that bcuz why did marvel (mis)write Bucky as depowered team muscle filler and also (mis)write him as the "ex evil bad one" and completely miss the point of the wintersoldier and undo the chance for resolution to that plotline

but that's the whole thing with shoving them into a project together for those fans, every discussion becomes v loud and onesided with just a very flat gesturing towards the other side, and that's not even going into how much of the shipperfans are into [redacted] which rlly hammers the point home, so yeah it just leaves an awful aftertaste seeing the aftermath of making a project with them together

hi anon so im not really sure why you've sent this to me, since i can assure u idgaf about marvel comics enough and have never spoken about sambucky on here so... this was certainly a jumpscare.

if u have come here from twitter to send me this well... sorry? i liked mcu sambucky and the comics i read during that hyperfixation... didn't realise there was so much... controversy there... my bad 🧍🏾‍♀️ you're right about the actors though they're some weirdos

im sure this is a really interesting and probably correct perspective (i guess???), but also, anyone who cares about the mcu probably don't care about comic accuracy. sambucky as seen in their movies and shows have become quite different to their comic counterparts (as both characters and their specific dynamic) and both marvel and the fans aren't going to expect that to change. many such cases unfortunately!

not sure how else to respond to this since im not entirely sure this isnt a fever dream. the fact you've censored the ship name is really fucking funny I haven't stopped laughing in ten minutes. made my day xx

#i saw this ask before my nap and when i woke up assumed it was part of my dream #turns out it was real but im still not entirely sure whats going on #remember to pirate all ur marvel content btw !!

[bellamer]

So who wants to put me in a coma until they dismantle the entire MCU, start over, and let me live my SamSteve dreams with Sam and Steve actually working together both as Captain America. I need my Captain Husbands. Times is hard as a SamSteve shipper. We barely had shit then and we barely have shit now because they want to insert Bucky into everything. Like I’m all for polycules or whatever but I really don’t give any damns about Bucky (and I don’t even like Stucky all that much either. I don’t hate it it’s just meh) . Like I tried but I don’t really care. I was a SamSteve trooper before SamBucky came along and even though I’m partial to SamBucky and whatever the throuple ship name is my heart will forever and always belong to SamSteve first. “On Your Left” was and forever will be iconic. Sam sitting next to Steve while he was hospitalized and playing Marvin Gaye will forever be iconic. Sam saying “I do what he does just slower” will forever be my crack rock. Steve going straight to Sam because Sam was the only one he could trust ? Steve inviting Sam to an avengers party as his plus one ? “Home is home you know” ? That’s the guacamole on top of the taco and that’s not even all their best lines for each other.

I’m just really yearning for SamSteve straight with no Bucky chaser. That’s all I’ve been craving for the past eight years and there’s no going back. Endgame didn’t fucking happen. That shit was cancelled for a tax write off. Steve and Sam are Captain America together and they’re married and they go on runs together every morning and Steve volunteers at the VA and they have Sunday dinners with Sam’s family (his parents aren’t fucking dead I don’t care) and they regularly babysit Sam’s nephews and come in for career day

#samsteve #sam wilson #steve rogers #captain america #anti mcu

[writerkenna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Hey! Thanks!

Here are my underrated favs of my fics, in no particular order:

Bringing Her Up (sambucky, WBF verse, 21k): I love this one bc of all the big emotions and intimate moments it allowed me to explore! There is something that calls to me about writing Bucky and Sam with a newborn, and I could write a million more fics about them in their first days of parenthood, discovering it all.

Stumble and Fall Your Way to Each Other (nelsonxlisa, 46k, slow burn, second person pov): This one is a fav, despite how small the fandom is. It took me two years to write, but I’m really proud of the plot and character arcs here. I think these characters, despite being based on cartoons, are the most human I’ve ever written.

mixed ingredients (clintasha, au of The Switch, WIP):

I know this one isn’t finished, but I’m LOVING writing it!!! I have never written clintasha or Clint pov before, but both are very fun and also I think I might be good at it? Stay tuned for more of this bc I’m definitely invested.

Parts of a Whole (sambucky, mpreg, HTP, intersex!Bucky, 14.8k): In my own opinion, this is probably the best thing I personally have ever written. A lot of that is thanks to incredible beta reading from @lies-unfurl @livingincolorsagain, Niol, and a whole bunch of other people. Also, I wrote this and then let it sit unposted for a month before the Summer Trash Splash. When I reread it before posting it, I made some final edits that it’s definitely better for. All in all, thematically and emotionally, I think this is my best fic.

you’re havin’ my baby (what a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me) (stony, mpreg, 14k): This is another fic I just had fun with. It flowed out of me in a way few other things have, to the point where I was writing it in parking lots in the five min I would have before I went into work, just to get my ideas written down. I like that I went a little bit more crack-y and comedic than I usually do and I think it works here. This is a fic I definitely wish got just a little more attention.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

#writing #fic ask game #sambucky #stony #clintasha #nelisa #nelsa #the simpsons #Mpreg #fic recs

[allcolorsoftherainbow]

Day 22 of my SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge!

This one somehow turned into crack lmao but it makes it even more enjoyable in my eyes, cue grumpy Bucky who just lost a bet and a friendly shop assistant Sam (:

(rated T for Bucky swearing in his thoughts, no other warnings except for the usual SamBucky chaos)

#sambucky #winterfalcon #ao3 #christmas #fanfic #fluffy #crack treated seriously