#sambucky library

[sambuckylibrary]

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

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

M | 9.9k | nwa | shapeshifter AU

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

What My Hands And Body Done by Fool_for_love

NR | 10.3k | ccntw | soulmates AU

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

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

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

Ye Cannae Change The Laws Of Attraction by velvetjinx

E | 3.9k | nwa | star trek AU

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

we're awesome, totally genius by napricot

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

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

What the fuck, mouths Hot Stranger.

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

A Chance by Siancore

E | 20.8k | ccntw | social media AU

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

Not Like I'm Counting the Days by yammz

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

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

(The one where Bucky starts casually dating Captain America)

Sports AU by funsized-loser

M | 1.1k | baseball AU

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

The Valk’bhòid by eden22

E | 20.2k | nwa | medieval AU

Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.

The First Gentleman by glittercake

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

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

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

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

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

E | 9.4k | nwa | abo AU

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

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

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

there's a war inside of me by CapnWinghead

T | 5.5k | nwa | multiverse AU

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

The Way Out Is Through by samwontshare (Attaining)

E | 12k | gdv | zombie apocalypse AU

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

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

more TFATWS anniversary themed fic rec lists to come!

#tfatwsanniversaryevent2023 #sambucky #sambucky library #sambucky fic recs

[barneswilsonrogers]

My Sambucky/Samsteve library :

THE FIRST GENTLEMAN by @glittercake ⍟ read on AO3 Words: 55,743 — There is a tiny, very minuscule part of Sam that had hoped the first term was Riley’s last. He misses his husband. He misses the time they spent just the two of them. He misses having Riley all to himself. And maybe he’s selfish. Maybe that makes him an asshole—wishing to deprive the country of a good leader. 

#mine #Yes its lowkey a spoiler but #i need the drama ™️ #sambucky #sambucky au #myficedit #sambuckyedit #sambuckygifs #bucky barnes #sam wilson #buckybarnesedit #samwilsonedit #captain america #mcuedit #mcu fanfiction

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

December Reading List

As always, read at your own discretion. If you enjoyed a fic please show the writer some love with a reblog and a comment!

Festive fic recs can be found here.

🔥 = smut!

Azriel

Forgotten by @sarahs-library

Moonsong by @draemgal

Slow Hands @readychilledwine

The Only One by @shadowdaddies 🔥

Bucky Barnes

Come Dance With Me by @crazyunsexycool

Lumberjack Bucky by @sebstanwhore

Lumberjack in Love by @jobean12-blog

Mint by @buckets-and-trees 🔥

Safe and Sound by @witchywithwhiskey

You Lost The Game by @mollygetssherlockcoffee 🔥

Feysand

Shimmering/Shattered by @whisperingmidnights 🔥(poly! Feysand X Reader)

Loki

Awful Things by @superficialdomina

Fairly Innocent by @mochie85 🔥

Frigga's Wedding Gift by @lokisgoodgirl

Frozen Stiff by @simplyholl 🔥

Lessons Learnt by @lokiisdaddyblog 🔥

Like You Hate Me by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Million Dollar Man by @st4rymoon 🔥

My Girl by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Thick and Thin by @loki-is-daddy

Unraveled by @cleo-fox 🔥

Until Next Time by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Original Characters

Orc Boyfriend Ask by @werecreature-addicted 🔥

Poly Ships

Always Ours by @leafsandstarlight (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Fours Company by @readychilledwine (Azriel x OC, Nessian, Feysand & every combo in between!) 🔥

Payback by @leafsandstarlight 🔥(Rhys x Azriel x Cassian x Reader)

Three Wishes by @tsunami-of-tears 🔥(Bat Boys x Reader)

Rowaelin

Stay Still by @throneofsapphics 🔥

Rowan Whitethorn

Playing With Pain by @throneofsapphics 🔥

SamBucky

A Good Fit by @siancore

Deal With It by @duckybarnes1917 🔥(Sam x Bucky X Reader)

Steve Rogers

Put On A Show by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

#loki #Azriel #Feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #rowan whitethorn #poly!Batboys #SamBucky #rowaelin #Steve Rogers

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Captain Meets Soldier

Hey! This fic is for @quimbolgees! But it’s also for @sambuckylibrary’s SamBucky Valentine’s Bingo 2024 for the prompt on Creator Card #2 - “Mission fic”. Enjoy! 🥰

Captain Meets Soldier

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 4.3K |

Summary: What if Steve was never frozen, Isaiah was known to the public as the second Captain America, Sam took up the position after Isaiah, Sam recruited Karli to his team after saving her from the Thunderbolts, and Sam met the Winter Soldier while busting a Thunderbolts mission?

Excerpt:

Could he really be a good man as Karli said? Sam could sneak up on this man. Sure, he was a super soldier, if what Karli said was true, but Sam could probably take him by surprise and drag him out without the rest of his team knowing that Sam did it. That was probably the smarter thing to do. But it didn’t feel right to do that. So, Sam said into the silence, “It’s a pretty expansive library.” The Winter Soldier startled, dropping the book he had in his fingerless gloved hands. He stared at Sam; Sam couldn’t see the man’s eyes, but something about the way the Winter Soldier looked was piercing. “Karli said you needed saving,” said Sam as he stepped into the library; closer to the Winter Soldier, “Is that true?” “Karli?” echoed the man, his voice muffled by the muzzle and croaky; as if he hadn’t spoken in ages. The voice seemed familiar. As if Sam had heard it before. But where would Sam had heard it?

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#sbvday2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #meet cute #mission fic #thunderbolts #alternate universe #my fic #Captain Meets Soldier

[abarbaricyalp]

sambucky + 12. babysitting together 👀 if you like!

Oh, fun! Since this came from this forced proximity list I did it a little different than going a Wilson Family route.

(That said, I do have several Wilson Family fics 💜)

I'm sorry this is so so so late. I forgot how to write. Or really even think

Waltz of the Bees

Sam wasn't even aware that the library could close in the middle of the afternoon.

This stupid project just kept getting better and better. Which was probably his fault because he'd said something stupid after getting paired with Bucky Barnes, like that it couldn't get any worse. This was the universe laughing at him over and over. They were a month away from graduating and Sam was going to be stuck working with Bucky for most of it.

True, they could just not try with this project. It's not like it was really going to affect their GPA and they were both already accepted into their colleges. (College. That's where this whole cruel joke had started. Bucky was going to the same school Sam was) But they were both categorically incapable of not trying. This whole weird tension between them was born out of their inability to not try.

Sam had transferred to this school at the beginning of sophomore year and the next three years were a battle between him and Bucky for top marks. Bucky scored a chemistry award over Sam. The baseball coach took Bucky away from pitching to put Sam in. Sam took the basketball team to the state quarterfinals. Bucky placed at state in the high jump. Sam created a robotics club and Bucky won a pretentious English scholarship. This teacher adored Bucky, that one thought Sam might've created the moon and its gravitational pull on the tides.

He and Bucky had managed to avoid each other for the most part. They didn't sit near each other in class and, other than during baseball season, their extracurriculars didn't overlap. And now, thanks to this awful Modern History project, they were tangled together for the last part of their high school careers.

Possibly the worst part was that Bucky was fine. Nice, even. He was studious and friendly. He actually put in his part of the work, which was kind of a double-edged sword since it meant they were both passionate about various decisions and both of them were bad at the 'kill your darlings' part of the creative process. They argued about little things constantly, but the project as a whole was looking fantastic. So Sam couldn't even hate the actual work.

What he could gripe about was that Bucky was nosy. He asked a thousand questions about Sam and committed all the answers to memory. Walking into the Barnes house, because the library was inexplicably closed, Sam wished he had the same habit because he knew nothing about Bucky's life.

Like the fact that he had five sisters.

Or the fact that not everyone called him Bucky.

Bucky's two older sisters and his mom called him Jamie, while his three younger sisters and dad called him Bucky. The two baby nieces just babbled and anything with a B or U sound was interpreted as Bucky's name.

There were a lot of people in Bucky's house. Sam had known plenty of big families but never in a context where he was sitting in the house with them. And there were so many girls.

Sam also learned Bucky wasn't allowed to have boys in his room and the suggestive reminder of that from one of his older sisters was enough to make him blush furiously and scowl at her as he elbowed Sam back out of the kitchen. And, oh, Sam hadn't known that about Bucky either.

"Alright, Jamie, we're heading out," Mrs. Barnes said. "The show should be over around nine and we're going to get dinner after. We'll bring you and Sam something back." She ruffled Bucky's hair and leaned over to kiss his head afterwards.

"The girls need to be in bed by--" his oldest sister started to say.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bucky waved off. "And Sam probably won't be here by the time you all get back." He gave his second oldest sister a hug and wished her good luck, then pulled on his twin little sisters' braids. Rebecca, the sister Sam knew from school, had escaped a few minutes earlier, off to a friend's house. She'd also had waggly suggestive eyebrows for Bucky when she and Sam had passed earlier. Sam had no idea what that meant, but it brought out the same blush and scowl.

Everyone else filed out of the house and suddenly the bustling, too small space became far too large. Especially when the older niece suddenly shot across the room like a rocket as soon as the door was closed.

"Gus-Gus!" Bucky called, hurrying after her while Sam still tried to fathom how something so small could move so fast.

The baby was in a small rocker by the couch and she watched Sam with the same crazy blue eyes that Bucky had. Most of the Barneses had those eyes. Becca and Mr. Barnes were the only exceptions. Sam was pretty sure the odds of that happening, genetically speaking, must've been astronomically low and yet. Augusta, the toddler, also had dark eyes, but she didn't sit still long enough to let anyone know it.

"How are you this evening?" Sam asked the baby. She grinned at him and then giggled wildly, kicking her little legs hard enough to get the rocker started. "Well, I'm glad to hear it," Sam continued, which just made her laughter that much louder. "You don't happen to have any opinions on Mutant Rights do you?" When the baby just kept giggling and chewing on a teething ring, Sam sighed. "I thought not. It's too bad. You would have been an interesting interview source."

"You're not really getting to recruit my niece into our project are you?" Bucky asked from somewhere behind the couch.

"She volunteered. She was interested in it," Sam defended lightly.

Bucky reappeared on the right side of the couch, holding his older niece. "Sorry about this. I don't know if it's better to get everyone out of the house or worse to be forced into babysitting with me."

"I don't mind," Sam said honestly. "Down in Louisiana, my mama had an open-door policy. Anyone who needed a place to stay for a little while was welcome in our house. I've done plenty of babysitting."

Bucky sat beside Sam, keeping Augusta in his lap and offering his fingers up as captives for her attention. "Right," he agreed, even though there was no way he could've known that. "Still, thanks for coming over. I know some of your friends from the team were doing something tonight."

Sam barely kept a grimace off his face. "Trust me, I wasn't going to that either. I'm not driving to a field to drink shitty beer. Could've stayed in Louisiana and done that."

Bucky shot him an almost shy smile and then pulled open his laptop on the coffee table. He passed it off to Sam when he opened the project file again. For the past week, they'd been conducting interviews with people who'd been there to see Leshner and Xavier go head to head in debates. They’d been trying to transcribe them, but it was slow work between all their other commitments. Luckily, the rest of the project had come together on its own without the interview quotes, so they weren’t too far behind.

“Do you think we have any homo Superior classmates?” Bucky offered up while Sam was in the middle of parsing out a name.

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug. “It’s not my business.”

“You ever think you were one?”

“I thought I could talk to birds when I was a kid.”

He could feel Bucky staring at him and he let it marinate a bit. “What, like you understood them?”

“Yeah, like what they were singing about and everything. And they understood me. Mostly, I was a bored kid with a second story window,” he admitted. “But it was fun to pretend.”

Augusta squawked like a bird and then giggled to herself. Sam smiled at her and chirped back and she copied the noise. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It was just like that.”

Bucky ruffled Augusta’s dark hair and moved her to the other side of the couch again so he could sit closer to Sam. They fell into another productive silence, broken only by Bucky pointing out when Sam transcribed something incorrectly.

“It just…it would suck, don’t you think?” Bucky interrupted again. “To be a mutant and have to watch some of your dipshit classmates talk about the fight for your basic recognition and protection.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose slowly. “We do it with the Civil Rights movement every year,” he pointed out. “And in the debate classes, someone always has to argue against something that should be innate. Healthcare, marriage equality, taxes for the stupidly rich.”

Bucky’s mouth twisted and he sat back heavily. “It just sucks. Other people are talking about super soldiers and spy rings.”

“We’re not taking a side. We’re just delivering information. Besides, I’m not a dipshit, so we’ll be fine.”

Bucky snorted and pushed a hand through his hair. It was longer than he’d ever worn it and Sam wondered if he was going to cut it back to his normal pomp and fluff before graduation. He played with it now, as he thought or while he was waiting for Sam to finish talking so he could argue or as he stood in front of the vending machine and worked out how to shake a snack free.

“You have a homo Superior friend you’re trying to protect?” Sam asked to distract himself from Bucky’s hair.

“Nah,” Bucky said with a shake of his head. He released the lock of hair he had been crimping between his fingers. “With Xavier’s school being in New York, I think most of them just go there. I wonder about your old school.”

“Louisiana has its own schools,” Sam said. “It’s not like X and Magneto are the only ones out there. A kid I used to go to summer camp with was a mutant. He was pulled out of our school before seventh grade but he kept coming back to camp. He had, like, lava in his veins. We always made him get into the pool first to warm up the water. He ran so hot.”

Augusta mimed an explosion, making a bursting noise as she threw her arms wide. Bucky quickly reached out to steady the small lamp on the end table. When the toddler yanked on his shirt, he leaned over to listen as she babbled nonsense. Sam had not inherited his mother’s ability to understand babies. Old people, no problem. Lisps and stutters, easy. Listening to his dumbass friends after they’d caught a linedrive to the mouth and had more gauze than teeth in their gums, sure. But babies were something else. He just took in their facial expressions and went from there.

“A phoenix,” Bucky said with a nod. Which, how he got any semblance of a question from the girl was beyond Sam. But that was closer than the fact that Augusta knew enough about phoenixes to ask about them.

She jumped up from the couch, threw her arms wide like wings, made the explosion noise again, and then took off, shouting Feeeeeeeeenix over and over.

“She’s gonna think she can talk to birds for years now,” Bucky said to Sam. Sam couldn’t tell if he was exasperated or fond as he shot an exasperated/fond half glare to him before following after the toddler again.

“Your uncle is difficult to read,” Sam told the baby next to him. He’d expected her to have drifted off, but she was still wide eyed and attentive. She blinked at him and smiled softly. "Do you think so too or does he just do that for me?"

June blew a raspberry and then brought a teething toy to her mouth instead of giving him any more information. Sam sighed and turned back to the laptop in front of him. Bucky's computer was as chaotic as his backpack. Nothing was organized and there were five different sets of browser tabs open, all full of research and YouTube links and documents. He clicked away from the transcription page, fully intending to go back to their PowerPoint, but he got distracted by a tab in the far left corner called Compos'R. He clicked over to it before he could convince himself not to be nosy. Bucky had dug through his journal the other day anyway.

The website was a simple affair, like one of a half dozen Sam used for drafting essays. No frills, no distractions. But instead of writing, it was full of sheet music. Lines and lines of complicated notes and piano riffs. Sam used to sing in his daddy's church choir–the ability had left him when his voice dropped–but he never learned to play an instrument and he'd never seen hymns with music this intricate. The piece was called “English Class Tango,” which helped Sam find the beat of the notes.

He'd noticed a piano tucked away near a window in what he assumed was supposed to be a dining room but had been converted into a pseudo-office. He hadn't really thought about it, except to think that it was adding to the cluttered, claustrophobic feeling of the house. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about it. About Bucky curled over the keys, papers strewn around him as he tried a bar over and over again. He thought about Bucky in the sleep clothes he sometimes showed up to early Saturday practices in, playing the piano in the middle of the night. Did he ever get kicked out when someone had to take a meeting? Did he have to cherish stolen moments in a shared space? Or was he good enough that no one even minded him playing while they worked?

Down the side of the webpage, there were tabs to other songs. "Waltz With Bees (under the trees and sun)" and "Just A Little Peace" and "Junebug, 3am" and "Triumph in Red," which was a title Sam recognized. Not from Bucky or music. It's what the newspapers had called Sam after a run of games where he had made several spectacular plays. Why would Bucky name one of his songs after Sam's compliment?

He navigated to that sheet music. It was less complicated than the tango, but Sam could tell it would sound more voluminous. There was a play button at the top of the screen. It wasn’t necessarily sitting there pulsing and glowing and begging him to press it, but he did so anyway. Logically, Sam knew he and Bucky had had the volume up to help with the transcriptions, but he hadn’t expected the music to blare out like that. He scrambled to get the volume turned down, which he did just in time to hear Bucky shout out his name. But his voice was far away, down the other end of the house, maybe changing Augusta’s diaper or something. So Sam kept the music playing.

It was like something from a movie. The brash entrance bars were soon dialed back to a lilting, easy melody that Sam just knew in his bones. It was the wind and the sunshine and the butterflies of an early day warm up. It was the scrapping of the field and the sprinklers sputtering to life. And then the music got faster, the notes got more intense and heavy, the pounding adrenaline of a game getting started, the thrumming of a crowd. And that crack of a bat that had started the song. The sailing melodic rush of hope in the form of high keys as Sam ran back to the wall, glove outstretched, fighting to find the ball in the sunshine. The decrescendo of the out nestled in Sam’s glove.

“Wilson!” Bucky snapped again, closer this time.

Sam quickly paused the music and tried to get back to the tab with their transcription page. But he couldn’t do it with shaking fingers and, at the same time, June began to wail. Sam almost went to cover his ears but decided instead to reach out to the baby. She grabbed his hand but didn’t stop crying.

“Junebug,” Sam heard from behind him. And then, “Gus!” again and the patter of small feet and then bigger feet as Bucky retreated once more.

Sam looked back for the visual confirmation that he was alone in this and then just decided to pull June out of her seat. Babies liked to be held, right? She continued to cling onto Sam and even put her tiny, incredibly heavy, head on his shoulder but still kept crying.

“I don’t know what to do for you,” he apologized a little desperately. “I don’t know how to feed you or change you.” He wasn’t even sure which room was the nursery, though he imagined he could follow Augusta’s shrieking laughter.

June reached over Sam’s shoulder and Sam followed her gaze to the piano. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I don’t play piano and I don’t think Uncle Bucky would appreciate you crawling all over it without him.”

This just made June sob louder. Sam sat down on the couch and continued to gently bounce the baby on his shoulder as he looked at Bucky’s laptop again. He’d managed to click out of “Triumph in Red'' but the tab was still on Compos’R. He went to the waltz songbook and hit play. As soon as the notes were loud enough for June to hear them over her own crying, she settled down. It was a softer song. Again, Sam could practically hear the bees dancing around Bucky’s head in the shade of a tree on a sunny day. Or maybe Augusta’s head. Or Becca’s. Had Bucky watched Becca twirl aimlessly under a tree as she danced away from playful, sated bees?

He stood with June against his shoulder and began to turn in a simple waltz. His parents both believed that the only things someone really needed to know was how to properly eat spaghetti in company and how to dance at any function. Most of Sam’s childhood memories involved standing on his daddy’s feet while he held onto Sarah’s hands–her on their mama’s feet–while their parents danced together, explaining steps and beats to them. It had not been useful at junior high dances when no one else knew what they were doing, but Sam held his own at prom.

June was peacefully quiet. Her little fingers curled in Sam’s shirt as she clung to him and part of his collar wound up in her mouth, but he didn’t mind. So long as she wasn’t still crying.

It took three more turns for Sam to find Bucky standing in in the entryway, staring at Sam like Sam might’ve hung the moon just for him. Sam’s steps faltered a little and June seemed like she was taking in a breath to cry, so he righted himself, just made his waltz a little tighter so he could keep Bucky in his eyeline more often.

“I think she’s gonna be a dancer when she grows up,” he offered when Bucky didn’t speak after a few more bars.

“She likes music. She always has. It’s usually the only thing that calms her down. Other than food and a diaper change,” Bucky agreed. The moment of awe and adoration seemed to have passed and he came over to the other side of the couch to turn off his music. “What were you doing snooping around my things?” he asked and took June from Sam in the same moment, which staved off any impending meltdown.

"It's hardly snooping when you left me with your laptop. Why do you keep so much open anyway?"

Bucky made a face. "What am I supposed to do? Remember all the shit I wanted to look at?"

"You could save them as bookmarks."

"You actually use your bookmarks? If I'm not staring at the page, I don't remember it exists. It has to stay up."

Sam rolled his eyes and sat back in the couch while Bucky tried to juggle the laptop and his niece. The inequity between them didn't last long. Augusta came running up from the other side of the couch and crashed into Sam's legs.

"I dance!" she shouted. "I dance, I dance, I dance!"

Sam almost nudged her away with a suggestion she show them before he realized she meant she wanted to dance with him. So he scooped her up in a grand twirl and let her laugh herself breathless. The same kind of adoring look was on Bucky's face when Sam turned to look at him again. He took it as permission to keep spinning in wild circles with Augusta.

About the time that Augusta had laughed herself into exhaustion, June realized what was going on and voiced her own disagreement. Bucky tried to quiet her down by bouncing her on his hip or blowing raspberries on her shoulder or tickling her cheeks, but she wasn’t having any of it. She made grabby hands towards Sam and bawled louder when he didn’t immediately reach back for her.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other. Bucky looked apologetic but helpless and he held the baby further out to Sam. With a sigh, Sam put Augusta down on the couch, making a show out of her ‘crashing’ down, and bundled her up in a blanket. He took June then and cuddled her close before beginning to gently dance again. She settled instantly. Augusta finished digging her way out of the blanket and stood on the couch next to Bucky, peering at his laptop, which he’d picked up again. A few seconds later, the same song waltz began to play.

“I didn’t know you were a composer,” Sam said quietly over the baby’s head. “Or that you played piano at all.”

“Yeah, most people don’t, unless they go to church with us,” Bucky agreed. “I don’t talk about it a lot. Doesn’t have anything to do with school.”

“Yeah, but you’re really good,” Sam insisted. “I mean, is that what you want to do in college?”

Bucky shrugged, set aside his laptop, and picked up Augusta. She was nodding off again, the momentary rush of adrenaline wearing off. He picked up the same easy waltz Sam was doing and copied him on the other side of the living room. “I’ve thought about it. I don’t know.”

“You should,” Sam insisted. “At least as an extra-curricular or a minor or something.”

Bucky snorted. “A Fine Arts minor. I think that’s a lot of work for very little reward.��

Which, yeah, probably, Sam agreed to himself. How were there so many hidden depths to someone Sam had always figured was very…ken-doll like? Sisters and nicknames and a notable amount of empathy for people he didn’t know and a hidden talent and eyes that were way more expressive than Sam had ever given him credit for. Turns out, they weren’t just ridiculously blue.

“Is she out?” Bucky asked, nodding towards June. “We could probably get them both in bed at the same time.”

Sam nodded. He didn’t have to check. She’d gone from weighing almost nothing to being like a sack of potatoes a few minutes ago. He followed Bucky down the hall of the house, trying-not-trying to peek into the rooms to catch a glimpse of Bucky’s. Earlier this afternoon, he would’ve assumed it looked like a locker room, but now he wasn’t so sure. He felt like he wasn’t sure about anything to do with Bucky.

“Hey,” he said, putting June in the crib and pulling the blanket up to her waist. (But not near her face, he knew that was a rule, right?) “Which one of your sisters has the kids?”

“The oldest,” Bucky said. “April.”

“Right. Is that why she chose more month names? I mean, that’s not a pattern in your family right?”

“Definitely not,” Bucky agreed. “She was the only month name. But she always thought it would be so cute if her and her daughter had the same kind of name. She was going to go with Julia for a while, but she thought it wasn’t obvious enough. There’s always the next one.”

“Could always go with Jan,” Sam suggested. “And May obviously.”

“She didn’t want April and May,” Bucky explained. “Even though I thought it’d be hilarious.”

“But she’d be willing to do June, July, and August?”

Bucky shrugged as he turned on a castle shaped nightlight and turned off the overhead light. They stepped into the hallway and Bucky pulled the door three-quarters of the way shut. “You wanna sit in my room for a while? I mean, unless you wanted to put on the TV or something,” he offered.

“Your room sounds fine,” Sam said and hoped it didn’t sound as quick as it felt.

If it did, Bucky didn’t react. He opened a door at the end of the hall, closer to the living room again, and gestured inside while he went to get his laptop. In actuality, Sam wasn’t that far off in his assumption about Bucky’s room. It was fairly messy and he had clothes and pieces of uniform thrown all over and a baseball mitt crushing open the book they were supposed to be reading in English class. But there was a lot that Sam wasn’t expecting. A lot of books. A lot of journals. He had a whole pinboard full of scraps of paper with quotes or doodles on them. There were also a lot of blankets. More blankets than Sam could really start to count.

“I know the guys rag on you for always bringing a blanket on away-games, but do you have some kind of thyroid problem?” Sam asked when Bucky walked back in.

Bucky snorted again and threw himself across his bed. His music was still playing from his laptop, soft and quiet, the perfect background to his bedroom. “I just hate being cold,” he said.

“Sounds like you could use a phoenix yourself,” Sam joked.

“Unfortunately, I have you and you are no furnace.”

“Hey now!” Sam objected. He sat down on the corner of Bucky’s bed. The computer kept his attention for a few seconds before he was looking across all of Bucky’s things strewn around the room. He reached down for a very well loved beanie baby that seemed to be crawling under the bed. It was a white cat with floppy legs and long whiskers. Sam tossed it at Bucky and he ran his thumb over its head and back absently until he realized what he was doing and shoved it under his pillow. All these blankets and he only had one pillow on the whole bed.

“Anyway, I was thinking for our conclusion slides, we could talk about some younger activists,” Bucky said, turning the laptop to half face Sam. “I know we’re supposed to focus on the old guys, but their whole motive was building a better world for others. You know, however misguided they might have gone about it.”

“You’re very forgiving of these guys. I mean, you see a bunch of nuance that everyone has just reduced them down to facts in a book.”

Bucky looked up at Sam with a frown. “You do the same thing,” he muttered. “It’s not like I’m giving them much more grace than you.”

“No, I guess not,” Sam agreed. Though he mostly was thinking of them more critically because of this project. Other than that no one’s existence should be legislated and it was pretty damn rich for homo Sapiens to say that because some homo Superiors were violent it was a mark against all of them. “I guess I just didn’t expect you to put so much thought into this project.”

Bucky leaned back on his bed and leveled a stare on Sam. God, those eyes were unfair. Sam tried to not squirm. “Why’s that, Wilson?”

“I mean, you don’t have to. Neither of us do. You doing well is just gonna help me too.”

“So?” Bucky prodded.

“So I figured you’ve been trying to get a leg up on me for three years. I know you were the golden boy before I showed up and happened to be into all the same things you were.”

Bucky’s relaxed sprawl tensed suddenly and his obnoxious eyebrows creased down. “What?” he asked and sat up in an ungainly flail of limbs. “You think I was battling you?”

“I mean…yeah?” Sam said with his own frown forming. “I couldn’t turn in an assignment without you finding extra credit to add to yours.”

“And you thought that was me trying to one-up you?” Bucky asked again.

Sam threw an arm up in the air. It brought the corner of a deep blue blanket up too and he batted it off of his leg. “Yes! Obviously I did! Last year, when I was having that fantastic season and was a shoe in for All-State? You had the most phenomenal second half of a season ever. You qualified just based on six games!”

“I wasn’t trying to outshine you!” Bucky insisted. “I was trying to impress you!”

Sam came up short. The blanket somehow came over his leg again. “What?” he asked. He wasn’t even sure how the word came out because his brain was just static. Like the noise after a train runs into a wall, because that’s more or less what had happened in his brain. “What?” he repeated.

“Everything I’ve done since you moved in has been to make you notice me! I wanted you to think I was cool and talented. That I could keep up with you.” Bucky pushed his hands through his hair and stood jerkily. “Oh my God, no wonder you’ve hated me.”

“I wouldn’t say hate,” Sam defended. Just, kind of, like, really irritated by.

“I have been trying so hard to make you notice me and the whole time you were purposely looking the other way,” Bucky continued. “It’s been three years!”

Sam’s frown turned defensive. “That’s not my fault! You could’ve just talked to me! Maybe then I’d have known you have sisters you’re close with and you care about protecting people you don’t know and you’re always cold!”

Bucky flushed deeper red–which only made his eyes bluer, absurd–and he looked away from Sam. “I didn’t think I could,” he admitted. “You’re so cool and your friends are cool and you never looked at me.”

“My friends are idiots,” Sam said. “My best friend lives in Montana on a ranch and I get to see him, like, three times a year. He’s nothing like the people I hang out with at school.”

“You’ve never mentioned that.”

“And you’ve never mentioned that you play piano,” Sam retorted. He stood and took one step towards Bucky before taking two back.

Bucky crossed the distance between them. His eyes dropped from Sam’s face quickly. He reached for the middle of Sam’s shirt and curled his fingers in the material gently. “I think we kind of fucked this up.”

Sam tilted his head in acknowledgement even though Bucky couldn’t see him. He brought his fingers up to Bucky’s shoulder, just so he could get Bucky’s eyes on him again. “Maybe we could start over,” he suggested. “Hi, I’m Sam Wilson. I think we have a lot of common interests.”

Bucky’s mouth twitched into something that was almost a smile. “Hi, Sam. I’m Bucky. What things do we have in common? ‘Cause you seem a lot cooler than me. And hotter.”

Sam laughed. “Well, baseball,” he said. “We could go throw a ball around now and then if you wanted. And I know you’re good at mech-shop projects. I like circuitry stuff, which is just mech but smaller.”

“I dunno about that, Wilson,” Bucky teased. “But maybe I could watch you work a little. See what it was all about.”

“Could probably use your ridiculously long fingers for something,” Sam pointed out.

Bucky’s fingers tightened in Sam’s shirt. “Yeah, they’re good for a lot of thing,” he promised in a purr, which made Sam laugh again. “I can think of something else we have in common.”

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“My nieces are obsessed with both of us. I’ll make music and you can dance.”

Sam dropped his arms around Bucky’s neck. “That sounds ideal,” he said. “I could teach you how to dance too,” he offered. “In case I’m ever not available.”

Bucky slid his arms around Sam’s waist. “Now, that sounds ideal,” he corrected in a sigh and pulled Sam closer. “I’m a very good student.”

Sam tried not to shiver. Failed miserably. “I know,” he breathed. “But I’ll still go slow.”

“That’s okay with me,” Bucky said. “I like being near you.”

“Especially when I’m looking at you?”

“Especially then,” Bucky agreed. He brought his eyes up to Sam’s face and grinned when Sam was already looking at him.

They, and the bees, waltzed.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #writing #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #i answer things #again i am so sorry about the delay on this

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Enchant's SamBucky Library Summer Bingo (Camp Edition) Masterlist

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just a list of stuff i've written for the @sambuckylibrary's summer bingo event for the camp edition.

tales beneath the cut.^^

Out on a Supposed Excursion - Hiking

Speaking in Avian - Avian Telepathy

Exchanging Antecedotes by Nearby Bonfires - Campfire Stories

Piling it All Differently - S'Mores

Local Sightseeing of Some Birds (And Some Extreme Appreciation) - Birdwatching

Couple of Co-Counselors - Summer Camp AU

Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong - Stuck in a Tent

Seeking Shelter Through Rainfall - Free Space

Woodsy Stake-Out - Mission Fic

#sambucky #enchant's masterlists #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sam wilson x bucky barnes

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Captain Meets Soldier

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/n1u4fVr by Writer_Lethogica What if Steve was never frozen, Isaiah was known to the public as the second Captain America, Sam took up the position after Isaiah, Sam recruited Karli to his team after saving her from the Thunderbolts, and Sam met the Winter Soldier while busting a Thunderbolts mission? EXCERPT: Could he really be a good man as Karli said? Sam could sneak up on this man. Sure, he was a super soldier, if what Karli said was true, but Sam could probably take him by surprise and drag him out without the rest of his team knowing that Sam did it. That was probably the smarter thing to do. But it didn’t feel right to do that. So, Sam said into the silence, “It’s a pretty expansive library.” The Winter Soldier startled, dropping the book he had in his fingerless gloved hands. He stared at Sam; Sam couldn’t see the man’s eyes, but something about the way the Winter Soldier looked was piercing. “Karli said you needed saving,” said Sam as he stepped into the library; closer to the Winter Soldier, “Is that true?” “Karli?” echoed the man, his voice muffled by the muzzle and croaky; as if he hadn’t spoken in ages. The voice seemed familiar. As if Sam had heard it before. But where would Sam had heard it? Words: 4260, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 Fics Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Monica Rambeau, Eli Bradley, Karli Morgenthau, Joaquín Torres, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), POV Bucky Barnes, Captain America Sam Wilson, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Thunderbolts - Freeform, Meet-Cute, Mission Fic, Rescue, Love at First Sight read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/n1u4fVr

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

[firstelevens]

hi zainab!!

taylor swift prompt #15 + sambucky? (bc lord knows i've thought about writing a you belong with me inspired sambucky fic too many times)

15. a smile that could light up this whole town

Reading the room is one of Sam’s greatest skills as a teacher. It’s turned around any number of bad days, resolved countless conflicts, and prevented dozens of failed tests or quizzes.

It’s instinctive enough that when he dismisses his Honors American Literature class right as the bell rings, he’s not remotely surprised when the best student in his class joins the cluster of students around his desk, asking about test corrections and extra credit.

Once he’s sent the rest of them off with the answers they’re looking for, Sam turns to Cindy Moon, who’s fidgeting with the cuffs of her sweater and won’t quite look at him.

“Mr. Wilson, do you think you could write me a pass to stay here during study hall?” she asks, her voice shaking a little. “I know we don’t have anything in the works for philanthropy club, but maybe I could do some planning? Or some research, or something?”

Part of Sam wants to say no, because he had very specific plans for his end-of-the-school-day planning period, and having a student in the room will mean that he has to be in vigilant teacher mode for the next hour and a half instead.

The other part of Sam has not missed the fact that Cindy used to constantly be surrounded by a group of her fellow cheerleaders and an ever-present boyfriend—a senior from the football team, Sam thinks, but not one he’s ever taught—and now she’s always on her own, sitting at the opposite end of the classroom to the group she was inseparable from just two weeks ago.

It has to be worse today of all days: between singing candy grams and carnation deliveries and heart shaped helium balloons everywhere, Valentine’s Day has hit Excelsior Academy hard. He can’t blame her for wanting to escape.

Sam is already reaching for the stack of blank passes before he speaks. “I could use some help organizing the classroom library, if you’re up for it? I had freshmen searching for books to write their reviews on, and they basically destroyed it.”

Cindy agrees, her voice still tremulous, and runs the pass down the hall to Rhodey in the physics lab. She comes back in as Sam is erasing the board, slinging her backpack onto a desk before moving towards the bookshelves that line the back wall of the classroom. 

Sam’s class library is his pride and joy, nearly two hundred books that he painstakingly chose and catalogued over the years. The freshmen were enthusiastic in searching for books, but less so in putting them back. Sam had taught them the last period of the day yesterday, and there had been an English department meeting—useless, but then most meetings were, under John Walker’s tenure as department head—so he only had time to throw them onto the shelf and rush over to the other side of the school.

Clearly, Cindy is aware of this on some level, because when he looks back at her, she’s got the first shelf’s worth of books separated across five different desks, one for each genre. He’s about to thank her for taking this so seriously when there’s a knock on the doorframe.

Standing just outside the classroom is Bucky, a handful of students peering around him.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Barnes?” asks Sam, capping his dry erase marker and waving the group into the room.

“They finally got someone in to fix the leak in the AC vent,” says Bucky, “but it means the room is unusable for the rest of the day. Can the yearbook kids and I camp out in here?”

“Of course,” says Sam. He turns to the kids. “I recommend the desks by the bulletin board, if you need to plug in laptops.”

Peter and Ned and Kamala head over to the desks nearest the outlets. MJ and Miles come in carrying a large posterboard, and behind them, America is carrying a stack of shoeboxes.

“Is it okay if we push some desks together?” asks Miles. “We’ll put them back before we leave.”

His question is underscored by the sound of both girls shifting desks and chairs behind him to make a larger work surface, and Miles winces. Sam laughs a little and tells him that it’s fine, and the three of them open up the boxes and start placing paper cutouts on the poster board.

“Testing layouts,” says America, when she sees him looking. “Sometimes it helps to do it physically instead of onscreen.”

“Mr. Barnes suggested it,” explains Miles, just in time for Bucky to reappear in the doorway.

“I’m only taking credit if it works,” Bucky says, turning sideways so he can get through the door with the two overstuffed tote bags over one shoulder and a backpack over the other.

“You see that?’ Sam asks, crossing the classroom to take one of the bags. “You haven’t even started and he’s already abandoning ship. Some captain, huh?”

“I’m a navigator at best,” says Bucky. “MJ’s captain; she’s the one at the top of the masthead.”

Across the room, Peter grins at MJ and gives her a little salute. Sam catches a smile crossing her face before she bites it back.

“Mr. Barnes is a pretty good navigator, though. He brought us cookies today.”

“Oh, shit,” Bucky says, and the kids seem unfazed the mild expletive. “Where’d I put the cookies?”

Sam looks into the bag that he’s holding and pulls out two boxes of pink frosted sugar cookies, complete with sprinkles and little candy hearts pressed into each one.

“Valentine’s themed and everything,” he says, grinning at Bucky. “Mr. Barnes, who knew you felt so strongly about the holiday?”

“He doesn’t,” says Ned. “Or, well, he does, but the other way.”

“Oh?’ asks Sam, as Bucky sets the box of cookies on an empty desk and sets a box of tissues beside them, his back to Sam. “And what way is that?”

“He said it was a consumerist holiday that doesn’t have anything to do with the history of all the different Saints Valentine. And then he taught us about Captain Cook attempting to kidnap people and getting killed for it.” Kamala finally looks up from her laptop. “That part was really interesting, actually.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says drily, opening the second box of cookies. “And I don’t want to see you all making a mess of Mr. Wilson’s room with these cookies, okay? We’re guests here and we’re going to clean up after ourselves.”

The yearbook kids murmur in assent. Sam glances over at Cindy, who’s still quietly sorting the bookshelves. He’s about to tell her to join them when Bucky beats him to it.

“Cindy, you’re welcome to have some, too,” he says. “And if you want any help organizing, you can absolutely conscript Ned and Peter and Kamala, because Michelle didn’t even give them an assignment for today, so I know they’re not actually working on anything for the yearbook right now.”

She hesitates for a moment, then sets down the stack of books and walks to Sam’s desk to use the hand sanitizer. “I like those flowers, Mr. Wilson,” she says, gesturing to the arrangement that had been waiting on Sam’s desk when he got in this morning. “They’re really pretty.”

Sam can’t help but smile when he looks over at the flowers. “Thanks, Cindy,” he says. Then, to the rest of the classroom: “I think Valentine’s Day is nice. We could all use a reminder to tell the people we care about that we’re thinking of them, even if that reminder is the day that a guy died for being kind to people.”

“There’s nothing wrong with celebrating Valentine’s Day,” says Bucky. “I just thought it was worth the reminder that our cultural traditions aren’t universal.”

“And also that colonizers getting taken out is a net gain, as far as the universe is concerned,” adds MJ, and Bucky’s lips twitch with a bitten-back smile.

“That, I can agree with,” says Sam. “So am I allowed to have one of these not-actually-for-Valentine’s-Day Valentine’s Day cookies?”

Before he can even step towards the box, Bucky is holding one out to him. Sam takes it with a smile and settles back in at his desk, scooting over to make room for Bucky to join him if he wants.

He does, after a moment, pulling over one of the chairs that MJ and America moved.

“Thanks for letting us hang out in here,” he says, pulling out a stack of tests to grade. “If you’d said no, I don’t know who would have let us in.”

“You mean you don’t know who would have let you get a bunch of teenagers hopped up on sugar in their classroom,” says Sam, holding out a red pen. He nods over to where the kids are now sitting on top of the desks, work abandoned in favor of comparing the messages on their conversation hearts. Cindy, he notes with some relief, has joined them.

Bucky takes the pen and waves his free hand. “Minor detail at best. And you got something out of it, too, didn’t you?”

Sam looks back down at the cookie in his hand and shrugs. “I mean, I’d have preferred homemade,” he says, trying not to grin, “but I guess this works.”

Laughing, Bucky elbows him gently and turns back to grading.

— —

That evening, when Sam’s doorbell rings, he answers it and leans against the doorway, blocking the entrance.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. “I thought Valentine’s Day was a consumerist holiday with no historical merit.”

“Peter and Michelle saw us together at that Italian place last weekend!” says Bucky. “I had to throw them off the scent!”

“Uh-huh,” says Sam, arms crossed and unmoving.

“Did you like the flowers, at least?”

Sam glances over at the vase that he brought home from school, now sitting on the mantelpiece. “Maybe.”

“I love you?”

“Is that a question now?”

Bucky huffs. “I brought you wine from that one tiny vineyard you love, and I have The Princess Bride and The Shop Around the Corner, and there’s no one I’d rather spend the day with, and I love you, Sammy. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For a moment, Sam considers him. Then, he steps aside and waves Bucky in, shaking his head at the triumphant grin that spreads across his face.

“Fine, but only because I want to know what wine you picked,” he says, and immediately disproves it by leaving the bottle on the credenza and hauling Bucky in for a kiss.

#look it had to be the teacher AU because you can't have YBWM without incorporating SOME of those vibes at least #I wrote this instead of working on the bake off au and I regret nothing #sambucky #thank you for the prompt Mak! #my fic #taylor swift prompt fics #if I'd had any foresight I would have written Emma some Parks and Rebellion for our friendaversary but I forgot the date #and didn't realize it until someone texted to wish me happy galentine's day #EDIT: SO MANY TYPOS why didn't I PROOFREAD this #sambucky and co teachers au

[wenellyb]

Sambucky Library

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky

[cobrafantasies]

Thanks for the tag @abarbaricyalp!

Last song: The Feels Labrinth ft. Zendaya

Currently watching: Ted Lasso

Currently reading: Midnight Library by Matt Haig (it's what inspired my current fic :)

Current obsession: SamBucky as always. Otherwise reading I guess

No pressure, tagging: @sambambucky @mbbmdymm @sam-wilsons-couch @jbarneswilson @logicheartsoul @staying-elive @lesbians-love-samwilson

#tag game #ask game

[sambuckylibrary]

Hi All! We were asked if the sambucky library has a discord server and we do! Pls see the below link:

#sambucky library #discord server #sambucky #sambuckylibrary

[barneswilsonrogers]

My Sambucky & Samsteve library:

Lucky Number Seven by @dykeromanroy Read on AO3 Words: 15,407

— Bucky leaves the building. He spends an hour walking back to his hotel room. On the way back he smokes three cigarettes and can’t stop thinking of the feeling of Gio’s hands in his hair. It had been so stunningly good to simply be a person in the world.

Bucky gets to his room around five am. He wakes again around ten. He realizes he had not thought of Steve once all evening.

#sambucky #fics #this one is for the bucky girlies #let me know if you like my fan cast lmao #dev patel as samir is one of the first that comes to mind #bucky barnes #buckybarnesgifs #mcu #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #myficedit #sambuckygifs #marvelgifs #mcu fanfiction #endings beginnings #anthony mackie #chris evans

[bisamwilson]

ACCIDENTAL KISS

hi bee!!! thanks for the ask, pumpkin <3

this was meant to be a fill for one of the sambucky library’s holiday bingo cards, with mistletoe shenanigans but i didn’t finish it in time oops. if i finish it randomly in the next couple months i might post it anyway unseasonally bc i do still have “accidental kiss” on my winterfalcon bingo card

snip:

"Needed a breather from all our kids?" Bucky asks, voice teasing, as he opens the door for Sam, exposing them both to the chilly upstate New York air.

"Me?" Sam asks, trying to ignore the way his cheeks heat up when Bucky refers to the younger members of the team as theirs collectively. "You were the one who looked like you were desperate for the fresh air."

Bucky shrugs before holding his arm out for Sam to take, and Sam does, grateful for the added heat from Bucky's furnace of a body as the largest snowflakes he's ever seen fall around them. "They were getting a bit rowdy," he says, setting off in some random direction with Sam in tow. "And Yelena gets a little mean with too much vodka in her."

The last time Sam had been around a drunken Yelena, she'd made a comment about his massive crush on his partner that he'd really prefer Bucky didn't hear, so maybe the walk was a good call, even if it's a little cold for his taste.

Both the cold and the thought of Bucky finding out that way makes him shiver, and Bucky stops in his tracks, frowning down at him. Bucky untangles himself from Sam, and he has only a brief moment to feel bereft about the loss of contact before he has a worn but sturdy leather jacket shoved in his arms.

send me an ask with a title from this wip list and i'll tell you about it/give you a snip!

#ty for the ask darlin <3 #sugar to my lemonade #🐝 #jonkentt #otp: i’m coming with you #sambucky #wip meme #writer meme #ask game #ask meme #ask #marvel

[thatmexisaurusrex]

SamBucky Summer Fling Collection

Okay, so I wanted to do something a little fun with the SamBucky Summer Bingo going on over at the SamBucky Library, something a little looser, so I thought - hey! I'll do a series of short fluff ficlets on Tumblr loosely connected by the idea of a seemingly summer fling between Sam and Bucky based on these prompts from the Bingo:

Coming Out - DONE

Looking Back, There Were Signs - DONE

Moment of Realization

Love Confession - DONE

First Time

Beach Day

Family Vacation

The Paul & Darlene

Hiking

Stuck in a Tent

Birdwatching

Game Night

Send me an ask with:

1) The prompt you want. 2) If you have a tiny request you have within reason for the casual fic such as a trope you like or a location or something. 3) Whether or not you'd like me to dedicate the fic to you or someone else. Because hey, why shouldn't we spread the love? 🥰

The prompts will be first come, first serve, so I'll update them as they're taken. I'll start writing Monday, July 10th and I'll post a new one every other day. So, send in your asks and I'm excited to write for you all soon 🥰

#sambucky summer fling collection #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky ficlets #fluff #send me a prompt #and i'll write a fluffy ficlet 🥰

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Enchant’s Starter Pack Guide

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the pinned post serves as a red herring to guide you to this post. this is basically a list of what content i posted. this can be used a bookmark, i guess.^^

Note: if it’s empty, it means I’ve yet to make a masterlist for it.

General Stuff

Content to Expect Here

Tag-list Options

Enchant’s FFF Drabbles

Writeblr Stuff

Enchant’s Re-Intro

Enchant’s Re-Intro Take 2

Enchant’s Re-Intro Take 3 (not really a masterlist, more like an about me sorta thing.)

Enchant’s Original Writeblr Content

Enchant’s Poems

Blasted Scorn

True Devotion that Remains Constant

Lines of A Script to Ignore

OC List

Fandom Stuff

Enchant’s Fanfics

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes (SamBucky)

Zari Tomaz x Amaya Jiwe (Zamaya)

Anissa Pierce x Grace Choi (ThunderGrace)

Fandom OCs

Cisco Ramon

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow Season 1 Rewrite

Clawie Strodloge (OC)

Events Stuff

Sambucky Bingo 2K19

Samtember 2K20

Flarrowverse Shipyard FF Bingo 2K21

OC Appreciation June 2K21 Week

Ladies of DCTV Month 2K21

Samtember 2K21

Sambucky Library Candy Hearts Event 2K22

DCTV Gen Bingo 2K22

SamBucky Library Summer Bingo Event (Camp Edition) 2K23

#writeblr #creative writing #enchant's masterlists

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have you ever had fun like this? (have you ever had fun?)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TaQRq6r by Writer_Lethogica Hey, people! This is my sixth fic for the SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 event over at the SamBucky Library for the prompt "Free Space" because I'm putting the whole series under this prompt. This is the Second part of a series of fics based on Beyoncé songs, starting with "Cuff It". Enjoy! 🥰 Words: 5453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 Fics, Part 2 of The Beyoncé Trilogy Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Joaquín Torres, Figaro the Cat (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Getting Together, First Dates, The Lord of the Rings References, Dorks in Love, Mission Fic, Sort Of, Based on a Beyoncé Knowles Song read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TaQRq6r

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