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mojiitoos · 7 months
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Bucky : “I feel like we're starting to lose the ''b'' in our «bromance», bro.”
*Sam, pausing from kissing Bucky's neck* : “Hmph?”
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livingincolorsagain · 20 days
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It’s silly, Sam thinks.
He’s too old to be feeling butterflies fluttering around in his stomach when his crush looks at him; he’s too old to feel the growing warmth of his cheeks when his crush steps in too close.
Except, well. It’s not a crush, can’t be. It’s something much bigger, much deeper.
Bucky walks into the kitchen in the morning, hair ruffled and eyes heavy-lidded, voice deep and raspy as he says good morning, and Sam’s entire being warms at the sight of him, something vague that takes a more certain shape inside him with every look, grows and grows, until it’s all he feels, all he is.
And Sam thinks, again: it’s so silly, they’re both so old, but Bucky looks up at him as pours himself a cup of coffee, smiles softly, looks back at his cup, his cheeks reddening.
Then he leaves his cup where it is, steaming over the counter, and walks over to where Sam is, hip leaning against the sharp edge of the counter on the other side of the kitchen, right next to the window.
Bucky’s arms frame his waist, the sunlight making his eyes that much more blue and bright.
Sam takes another sip from his coffee, hides a smile as Bucky leans in closer and closer, until Sam has no choice but to place the cup down.
“Good morning,” he finally replies, sneaking his hand up to push Bucky’s hair away from his face, runs gentle fingers through it, smiles when Bucky leans into the touch, eyes falling shut.
Mornings like this are new and precious, this whole thing is new and precious. It’s something Sam never thought of having, not after everything, but here he is, running his fingers through soft hair, letting Bucky’s body warmth surround him, seep into him.
Bucky steps in even closer, until their chests are practically touching, and he tilts his head down, lips hovering over Sam’s.
Sam closes his eyes, smells the mint of their shared toothpaste, and leans in to close the gap between them for a small, gentle peck, as his hand falls to the nape of Bucky’s neck.
Bucky exhales loudly, presses even closer, deepening the kiss as his hands take hold of Sam’s waist.
And Sam’s heart flutters, again and again, as he wraps his arms around Bucky, because maybe he’s not too old to feel like this, maybe neither of them are.
Bucky hums as he pulls away, and Sam chases his lips just a little; except, he holds Sam in place, presses quick kisses to Sam’s nose, cheek, forehead, before he steps out of his arms, a smile on his face, a little cocky, as he goes to grab his coffee and plops himself down on a chair.
Sam gives him a flat look. “Just for that,” he says, “you’re making breakfast.”
Bucky smiles brightly, as if this was his plan all along, and also that this is not the punishment Sam thinks it is.
Sam rolls his eyes, takes a seat as Bucky gets right back to his feet and goes to the fridge, begins taking out ingredients.
Sam watches, gives instructions every now and then that Bucky mostly ignores, his coffee cooling down and his smile hurting his cheeks.
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th30ra3k3n · 5 months
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“it was the eyes.
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the secret of love was in the eyes.
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the way one person looked at another,
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the way eyes communicated and
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spoke when lips never moved.”
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(v.c. andrews)
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saryasy · 8 months
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But that was all in the past. It was blue and orange; this was nothing but a dull, muted gray. And this was his fate.
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thatmexisaurusrex · 16 days
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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! 🥰
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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.
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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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wikiangela · 5 months
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wintery fics
I posted one of these today already for fif, but I got tagged by @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 to share my christmas/wintery fics so why not lol (there's only three, I can never get around to finishing anything before the christmas mood wears off haha)
For a holiday (and forevermore) (95k, 30 chapters - completed, M)
Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...
it's not technically just Christmas, but there are 6 Christmas chapters, 2 New year's chapters, and lots of holidays and family gatherings in between haha - fluffy fake dating and lots of family feels
You're my greatest gift (2.6k, G)
Cookie dough, flour fight, and a long-time-coming kiss. Or, the Buckley-Diaz boys make Christmas cookies.
ngl I don't even remember this one but apparently it's from last year? lol idk probably lots of fluff haha
and the last one is sambucky from two years ago and I'm scared to open it and see how bad it is lmao
Merry Christmas (I love you) (2.6k)
Matching pjs, hot chocolate, and a Christmas movie marathon with the Wilsons - what more could Bucky want for Christmas?
no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1
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cobrafantasies · 4 months
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Guess I've Been Looking for You
SamBucky | Rated T | Complete | AO3
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Summary: Sam and Bucky meet at summer camp. They make a pact that when they’re forty, if they're still single, they’ll marry each other. Twenty-six years later, they meet again and they’re both single. So what’s stopping them? Except that they don’t really know each other anymore.
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It’s the summer of ‘92. The heat curdles outside the camp cabins in humid Louisiana. Sam’s sitting on a twin-sized bunk bed, legs crossed, opposite from the only other boy who feels the way he does. Bucky. They both like boys but they’re too afraid to tell anyone else.
They found out by accident when Bucky found a picture of James Dean under Sam’s mattress. Sam hadn’t hidden it well enough and Bucky saw the edge of the photo sticking out and plucked it right out.
Sam had frozen in place, face drained except for sheer terror of how he was going to react. But Bucky climbed up the wooden ladder to his bunk and dropped a handful of magazine clippings into Sam’s hands. They were all shirtless male models posing on the beach. Sam’s eyes went wide.
This night, the rest of the boys snuck out to go swimming in the lake. Sam and Bucky stayed behind claiming they both ate something bad that day. Really, they felt fine. More than fine now that they were staring into each other eyes. Knees touching from the pretzel-style position they’re both in.
Bucky smirks, a devilish smirk that Sam knows well.
“What?” Sam grins.
“I got an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“What if when we’re forty — if we got no one else — we marry each other?”
Sam narrows his eyes, his smile faltering.
“What if gay marriage ain’t legal, even then?”
Bucky frowns for a moment too but then he shrugs.
“Then we’ll just be together,” he says, the smile blooming back on his face. “For the rest of our lives.”
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SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023!
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imomnba-x07 · 1 year
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CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!!!
We hit 10k sambucky fics last night! thank you to everyone who was brave enough, who had the dedication to write, and is still apart of this fandom. Next stop 15k!!!!
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bisamwilson · 1 year
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Sam stands at his bathroom sink, splashing water on his face to rid his eyes of leftover slumber, and looks up into the mirror.
Every day, he finds himself older than he ever remembers getting.
Flecks of gray sprinkle his goatee, a leftover look reminiscent of his golden years, and a small roll of his tummy peeks out over the elastic of his briefs.
He stretches out his neck and his back, the cracking noises louder every day, and rubs at the spot beneath his shoulder that always seems just a little sore these days. It’s not enough to stop him from going on his morning run—even if it is more of a fast walk/jog these days on account of his poor knees—but it is enough to make him a little more careful when he stretches.
Strong hands take over the kneading at his shoulder, and Sam relaxes into his husband’s touch, groaning when he thumbs over a problem spot just right. His eyes close for just a moment, appreciating the fact that Bucky knows his body just as well as he does, before he opens them and studies Bucky’s face in the mirror.
Bucky’ll never show his true age, sure, but the weight of the years has run down his face all the same, if at a slower pace than it would anyone else’s. There’s a bit of silver in his short beard to match with Sam’s own, bits of hair near his ears that gleam against the rest.
He wonders how many of the smile lines on Bucky’s face are because of him.
finish on ao3 (M, 1k, fluff, complete)
(written for @winterfalconevents bingo square K4: not until i say so)
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mojiitoos · 7 months
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Sam : “Don't flirt with my sister.”
Bucky : “Okay.”
*5 minutes later*
*flirts with sam*
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livingincolorsagain · 1 month
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apparently the Still Not Funny deleted scene is about Bucky ‘bringing a treat to Sam's family gathering’, and after talking to @logicheartsoul about it, i obvs had to write something
It was a joke.
Sam’d—very casually, if he’d say so himself—invited Bucky to the cookout. He’d been trying to relax into Bucky’s lone armchair, the TV on and playing something he’d never seen before.
Bucky, who had been sitting on the ground and leaning into the side of the chair, had froze, very minutely, then relaxed, asked what he should bring.
Sam had, very dryly, said, “Ice cream cake,” because Bucky’d tried to make them breakfast that morning and almost burned the eggs to a crisp. Sam was just being cautious, and yeah, okay, maybe also a little shit, but mostly cautious.
Bucky, the biggest little shit to have ever existed, took it personally, apparently, because here he was now, sunglasses on, wearing Sam’s Henley, driving Sam’s truck and joking with Sam’s nephews, carrying a lopsided ice cream cake that was very bravely fighting for its life in the heat of the afternoon.
Sam’s stupid, stupid heart did a stupid, stupid somersault.
He went on taking pictures and joking around and filling up his plate, feeling light and happy and on the edge of something wonderful, then Bucky was close, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his—Sam’s—Henley, his cheeks a bright red from the setting sun.
“Hey,” he said, voice light and so soft.
“Hey yourself.”
“Want a piece of cake?”
Sam gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”
Bucky’s smile went bigger, brighter, like he immediately knew what Sam was talking about.
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he said.
“You’re full of shit,” Sam said, “and, still not funny. You’re not funny.”
“I just couldn’t come empty-handed, Samuel, I have manners.”
“You brought an ice cream cake.”
“It was a no-brainer, honestly.”
Sam rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, then he turned back to watch the gentle waves and the sky as it changed colors.
The music was dying down, the day slowing and easing into the evening. Bucky was still standing just a step behind him, and Sam could feel his eyes on him.
His heart skipped a little as Bucky knocked his knuckles against his shoulder.
“Come on,” he said, so soft once again.
And Sam turned, gave into the urge and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer.
Bucky came easily, his warmth seeking into Sam’s alright sun-warmed body, until it was almost too much.
He didn’t pull away.
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th30ra3k3n · 1 year
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YEAH MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL
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BUT HE’S NOT AS COOL AS ME
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‘CAUSE I’M A BROOKLYN BABY
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saryasy · 8 months
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Bucky fell once, and it was burned into his memory like a lightning scar on skin, permanent and tender to the touch.  And he thought, with irony so strong it tasted bitter on his tongue, it somehow hurt less than falling for Sam Wilson. 
from secrets i have held in my heart by @livingincolorsagain
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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 months
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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! 🥰
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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.
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“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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aaaaaa if you saw the first version of this post no you didn’t
jolly sailor bold: mermaid reader x pirate/mercenary Bucky Barnes. Filled with lore, including Mount Wundagore, The Scarlet Witch, Asgardians, and more. Reader gets like locked out of mermaid kingdom and goes to Wanda for help but Wanda wants the Darkhold so she turns reader human. Reader meets Bucky and chaos ensues. Very cutesy
you’ve caught a stray: not an au but certainly not canon compliant. Reader moves away from DC post SHIELD crash, to a farm in West Virginia owned by a family member who doesn’t live there. Anyway, their only neighbor is Bucky, who’s not quite James Barnes and not quite the Asset either . They fall in love over a series of chaotic events and it’s pretty cool.
Pain Brings Order: How HYDRA Fell: Sambucky series featuring Yelena, Clint, and some more people who had ties with HYDRA/the Red Room. A documentary about HYDRA is being made, the first of its kind to feature people who were directly associated with them. I don’t know but I have the idea and uh yeah.
Whole Worlds Ending (Honey, It Already Did.): Another Bucky Barnes x Reader. There’s been a disturbance in the Multiverse and Dr. Strange (along with America Chavez) are assembling a team to find out what’s happening. Enemies to lovers.
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