#jo's wet n wild winter wip wednesdays

[sambambucky]

wip wednesday (2/?)

rules: post an excerpt from your most recent wip

here’s a little ditty from the ridiculous little clint scott roomates college AU i've been fixated on for five years:

“Hey,” Bucky starts. His eyes skip over Sam’s face, his neck, all the places the fire has baked his skin. Sam waits a beat, expecting that inhale to resolve into something silly or flirty, but Bucky just sits stuck, staring. “Hey,” Sam smiles back eventually, surprised by how pleased he is that Bucky showed up. “This is quite the crowd.” Bucky’s tucks a hand into his pocket as he chews at his lip. He glances around the yard before he leans closer into Sam’s space. “Anyone give you a birthday kiss yet?” Sam sighs, longs suffering, but his smile is too bright to contain.

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[sambambucky]

wip wednesday (1/?)

rules: post an excerpt from your most recent wip

here's a little ditty from the Cap!Sam x civilian!Bucky AU that a lovely commenter recently reminded me existed:

Natasha looks between him and Sam for a long, evaluative moment. “What?” Sam asks. Bucky’s hand finds his almost on its own, and something settles when their fingers intertwine.  “Nothing,” Natasha says. “if you play this smart, HYDRA won’t ever need to know you helped us.” “‘Tash,” Sam warns. “He deserves to know the risk,” she says, “even if he won’t listen.” Sam turns to look at Bucky, and when Bucky meets his eye, he untangles their hands.  “She’s right,” he says, then throws a wink her way, “as always. We’re going to have to go chase this down, and things are gonna get ugly.” Bucky tries to imagine letting them go, the two of them alone against an unknown enemy, their allies turned against them. He imagines loading them up with bagel sandwiches and a duffel bag of medical supplies with an apologetic smile and a good luck. He imagines lying to his sister and following the story of fugitive Captain America on the news. There is no fucking way he’s gonna live like that.  “I can’t let you go alone,” he says. “I’m in this for the long haul, if you’ll let me.” Neither of them respond, for a while. The hum of Bucky’s air conditioner is the only sound. “Jesus Wilson,” Natasha breaks the silence with a laugh, “you and that dick could recruit us a whole team.” Sam breaks into a laugh as Bucky’s whole body flushes with hot embarrassment.  “I’m not – it’s not –” covers his face with both hands. “That’s not —“

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