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Walker: I think I’m bi.

Bob: bi what?

Alexi: you’re bilingual? Congratulations! You can help new avengerz translate things for the fans!

Bucky: He means bitch.

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"Bucky has nothing in common with the Thunderbolts, why isn't he in a team with Sam?!!"

Even if Sam would want Bucky on his team (he wouldn't...) Bucky has a lot more on common with his own team than people think.

With Yelena it's mind control.

With Ava it's the total loss of autonomy and control over your own body.

With John it's the experience of being screwed over by the US military.

With Alexei it's getting exploited by the Russian government.

With Bob it's the solidarity of an abuse survivor and knowing what depression and self hatred is like. With Bob he knows it's hopeless to beat yourself up.

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@samsseptember 2025 day 4: Feathers 🪶

I looooove fantasy things so of course I had to go this route for this prompt. I love how this came out tbh I hope you guys like it too!!

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5sos boys debut singles from the floor.

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There is so much untapped potential in Sam Wilson’s character as a non-superpowered, mostly normal guy who’s just kind of a huge adrenaline junkie.

Like, that man joined the Air Force and instead of flying the planes like a normal person, he chose to jump out of them wearing experimental bird gear. And yeah, he gave that up to become a social worker because he’s a deeply good human being, but he sure leapt at the first opportunity to put his bird gear back on. And it was totally because Captain America needed him. No other reason.

All I’m saying is that Sam was clearly the right successor to Steve; he may not have the serum, but he’s got a little glint of crazy in his eye, which is arguably more important.

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ok professional yearner

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If Marvel didn't want Sam and Bucky to be gay and in love they really should have told Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan to stop gazing longingly and with so much fucking yearning at each other.

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sam and bucky absolutely love cuddling so much that as soon as one of them gets home theyre all up in each others lap kissing cuddling

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Enough

Y/N x Bucky Barnes. Post End Game and pre TFATWS. SFW. A comfort fic. Inspired by the song Enough by Michael Clifford.

Everything is numb. Bucky’s going to therapy and was pardoned. Despite all of his efforts of making amends and doing the best he can, he feels it will never be enough. You’re the neighbor winded up being friends with him. He needs comfort after a nightmare, so you go to him.

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Bucky lays on the hard wooden floor of his apartment. A nightmare left his head pounding with overwhelming thoughts. Restless, he stares up at the ceiling into the early hours of the morning. The floor of the apartment often gave him comfort, but that morning it only provided him a space that was familiar. It was anything but comfortable. He spent hours gazing into the tv trying to decipher all the things he missed. Sam said it would be good for him to engage with society, learn about what today’s culture was like. Bucky didn’t have a care in the world to what society was like.

But you did. That’s what made you two work. Polar opposites of each other that were like peanut butter and jelly.

You knock on his door around 8am. Noticing a package that had been left outside his door for several days, you decide to check up on your friend. That was all you two were although you craved for more.

Three gentle raps was enough for Bucky to recognize who it was at the door. You always knocked that way no matter the occasion. Without hesitation, he gets up and walks over to the door. He slowly opens it.

“Hey, you haven’t picked up your package for days. Is something wrong?” You immediately ask.

Bucky could tell you were worried about his wellbeing by the tone of your voice. That was the last thing he wanted for you to do—worry about him.

“I’m okay,” he says, taking the package from your arms.

That gentle voice sends shivers down your spine. It’s like a warm blanket wrapping around your whole body. That was Bucky to you—someone you found solace with.

You could tell he was lying. The bags under his eyes told a whole other story.

“Don’t lie to me. Did you even sleep?” You push further, testing the waters to see if he would take even a slice of aid. You know he had been through too much and his mental health took a toll. You know about his therapy sessions because he complained about his therapist so much, but you always insisted he went. Regardless, you are his advocate. You are no damn psychologist, but you know mental health can’t be healed overnight and people like Bucky concealed their pain well.

“Couldn’t.” He responds.

Bucky stares at you. He knows the question you are going to ask next and he dreaded it. This was because every time you were over at his place, his heart would skip a couple of beats.

“Go figure. Can I come in?”

He moves to give you room to enter his apartment.

His apartment was clean and smells like his cologne and pine trees. Bucky was always a neat guy. He kept things organized and in place because he hated coming back to a messy apartment. Blankets cover the ground in front of the tv like a blanket of snow.

You move to his couch and sit down, making yourself comfortable. It was your second home—a place where you could go when you needed someone to talk to. Bucky always listened and now it was your turn to listen.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Bucky. Don’t give me the whole ‘I’m okay’ bullshit.” You begin the conversation. The tension is as thick as molasses as he stares at you with a glare.

“Nothing is wrong, you need to quit worrying so much.” Bucky lies straight through his teeth.

Truthfully, he wanted to say everything that had been occupying his mind. From the nightmares of his past coming to haunt him every night to feeling afraid of not discovering who he was. The Winter Solider might not reside in him any longer, but it still was a memory. It was still a piece of him that trailed like a ghost. Even with trying to pursue improvement, he wonders if it would ever be enough. He blames himself more than anybody else. He hates himself more than anyone.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhale. He sits down beside you. You couldn’t read his face, but you wanted to understand him. You crave to reach out and comfort him more than anything in the world.

“Look,” you start with a frown across your lips. “It isn’t healthy for you to be cooped up here alone for so long.”

“That’s for me to worry about,” he retorts.

You shake your head, “let me help you. Going through this alone isn’t the best way to go about this. You don’t even have to tell me what’s going on. I’ll just be your support if you let me.”

“Don’t push it,” Bucky replies.

Your heart sinks. Looking down at your shoes, you wonder if you should leave to give Bucky some space. He sounded angry and firm. The last thing you wanted was to get on his bad side.

Quietly, he sighs. The face you were making had pulled on his heart strings. He didn’t mean to upset you—not at all. Bucky believed that he wasn’t enough for comfort—not enough to have you.

His eyes meet yours.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m not used to being comforted. Sharing my feelings isn’t my cup of tea.”

You snort, “clearly.”

A smile creeps across his lips. “Ah, there’s the snarky princess.”

Your cheeks redden. “Wha—“

Before you could finish he takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not the best with sharing my feelings. I got a lot in this fucked up head of mine, but don’t think I don’t want you around. I just don’t want to drag you down with me.”

It was like he read your mind.

You pull him in for a hug. He freezes for a second. Tentatively, he wraps his arms around you like he was afraid of letting go. The two of you stay silent, soaking in each other’s presence. It was grounding to Bucky that you were there for him. He needed someone who would let him sit in silence and just be. He likes you for that.

You both don’t pull away, instead, Bucky leaned his head against your shoulder. You could feel his breath against your neck sending heat to your cheeks. He locks eyes with you and eyes your lips. You weren’t sure if you were reading mixed signals, so you stay frozen, searching into the pupils of his eyes.

“You aren’t dragging me down with you,” you gently say. “I want to help you.”

He doesn’t blink. Searching your eyes as if to try to peel you apart piece by piece—to make sure he wasn’t mishearing what you had just said to him.

“You’ve done enough.” He rubs your shoulder with his thumb in gentle circles.

“I haven’t done anything besides deliver you that package,” you snort.

“That’s not what I meant,” he chuckles. Shaking his head, he relaxes. “You help ground me. You remind me that I can just be at peace.”

That takes your breath away. Before you can get a word out, he squeezes you tightly.

“Are you getting all sappy on me, Barnes?” You tease.

“No. Shut up,” Bucky shakes his head hiding a smirk that was slowly creeping across his face.

Someone to hold onto was something Bucky needed in that moment. You respect his space and don’t insist on finding answers. All he needs is someone to lean on. He admires you deeply for that.

Bucky pulled away from your arms. Your heart had been beating so fast that you could barely get the words out.

“Could I kiss you?”

Your cheeks redden. Avoiding his gaze, you simply nod. “Yeah.”

He leans in.

Bucky might have been resilient around the edges, but he kissed like you were made of glass. He looped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

He enamores you—from your kindness to your eyes that speak louder than what words could.

Breathless, you pull away. Your eyes flutter open to meet rich eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He murmurs.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” you laugh softly.

“Shut up,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Thanks for not pressing on. It’s something I’m not ready to open up about.”

“Understandable.”

“It doesn’t mean I hate you. Don’t get that twisted. It’s actually the opposite,” Bucky tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your cheeks light up like fireworks. “Right.” You manage to spur out in the moment. All of your words were stuck down your throat. That was until you found enough courage to shoot your shot.

“I like you very much too, Barnes,” you playfully tap his shoulder.

Bucky’s smile reaches his eyes. He wraps his arms around you again, hugging you for dear life. “Well, now I gotta take you out on a date.”

You being there meant the world to Bucky. No words could fully express that.

You peck his cheek and ruffle his hair as he pulls away from the hug again. “Get some sleep and then we’ll talk about that date.”

He was trying to mold the best version of himself—to be enough. It wouldn’t be easy, but he had you. That was more than enough.

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(If there are any spelling mistakes, I apologize😭 it’s 2am and I wrote this as a warm up!)

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another one came in today🤭

mini haul

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the wolf

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mini haul

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Idk I saw an image like this online and I thought drawing the kiss marks could be fun

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Me: “I miss my husband.”

Others: “YOU’RE MARRIED??”

Me: “Bucky Barnes.”

Others: “…”

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tfatws bucky is so special to me he’s so freaking handsome in his suit and the way he looks a little healthier even if he’s going through it

aw man. i miss him :( my boyfriend!!

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Yeah so expect a fic like this soon lolll

Sam and Bucky trading dog tags but attaching their wedding rings to the chain so they could keep them near their hearts every single day.

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when your twt moot makes the best magic card deck🤭

@/moodswingsyd