#sambucky snip

[sambuckysnippets]

Unfortunately, all of Bucky's proposal plans go out the window when they start arguing in the middle of a hallway, trying to decide whether to turn left or right. Bucky's certain that he saw the alien-ghost (they're arguing about that too, since Sam believes it's a ghost and Bucky knows there's no such thing as ghosts and therefore it's clearly some alien or interdimensional being) turn left. Sam's convinced it turned right.

Bucky is clearly right, but as usual Sam is too stubborn to acknowledge that. And maybe Bucky has been thinking about his plans to take Sam back to Delacroix this evening, and the Will You Marry Me banner he put on the boat, and how if they don't wrap this up within the next two hours they won't get there until it's too late because Sarah will take the boat out by morning, and well.

It's on his mind, that's all, and probably why he blurts out: "Would you just agree that the alien went left already so we can go home and I can fucking ask you to marry me?"

a season in a day by cm (mumblemutter)

[glittercake]

...does he shut up about it, keep wanting Sam in silence and eat up the crumbs thrown his way that might not even be crumbs at all? Maybe it’s just a smile, just a wink, just a touch. Just breakfast. Does he live with the fact that he can’t take his eyes off Sam, can’t get him out of his mind no matter what he does? Stay here and have him close, but never fully have him. 

READ CHAPTER 9 HERE

[bisamwilson]

seven sentence wip tag game

tagged by the lovely and talented @livingincolorsagain! thank you a, my dear <3

this is from the lil ficlet i started forever ago that’s just older sambucky fluff. all of my wips are so all over the place that i have no idea what i have and haven’t posted lmao

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 combination 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.

no pressure tagging @firstelevens @saryasy @samcky @thatmexisaurusrex @jules-of-the-crown @jemgirl86 @novasforce

[elwenyere]

WIP Ask Game

I was tagged by @notasapleasure: thank you so much for the tag, my dear. <3<3<3

I have told myself that this is the year I finish or yeet, so hopefully this list will be getting smaller for a while. Feel free to send me an ask or a reply about any WIPs that seem enticing, and I can share some thoughts and/or a snip.

Star Wars

Codywan Pirate AU: yes, I have been writing this for like a year and a half, and no it still doesn't have a title, but it is coming along! Slowly and hopefully somewhat steadily

Codywan Fake Imperial Husbands: a fic inspired by this gorgeous art from @frostbitebakery and by her miraculous mind

Melshian dramatic reunion take two: this one doesn't even have a single line written, but it came out of my attempts to bide the time until Andor season two by imagining the most melodramatic ways that Cassian and Melshi could see each other again

MCU

Stony North and South AU: my unforgivably overdue MTH fic, inspired by the Elizabeth Gaskell novel (and the BBC adaptation with Richard Armitage smoldering amid floating puffs of atmospheric cotton)

Stony Sequel: a sequel to my 5+1, canon-divergence fic Three Little Words; or, Five Times Steve and Tony Didn’t Actually Apologize + One Time They Did that would have followed the alternate timeline through Endgame. I started it so long ago, and I really don't know if I'll ever be able to write the rest, but I've so far been too attached to what's there to delete or scrap for parts

Sambucky Old Guard AU: sadly, I'm not sure this one will ever be finished either, but I really love the first and only scene I wrote, and I think the concept has good juice

Top Gun

How to Shoot Somebody Who Outdrew You: this WIP is the only one that has a title, and a title is almost all that it has lol

Open tags to anyone else who would like to play!!! @ me with your WIP list, babes.

[sebbytrash]

A snipped for Ayesha 💙 @barnesandco

SamBucky - The Things We Say in The Night

Bucky never intended on staying with the Wilsons, with Sam, but in the days and weeks after Sam took up the mantle, he kept being handed excuses to stay. 

“I could use your help with training.” 

“Could you take a look at the boiler?” 

“I have a game tomorrow, will you come see me play, Mr Barnes?” 

So days turned into weeks, and weeks. Nights on the couch turned into an apartment near the harbour that he rarely went to anyway because when he did, he could never muster the strength to climb into his too new bed. Instead, he spent his nights on couches or on the floor of the boat. 

He made himself useful to them, and in time, useful to the community. It wasn’t the easy nameless acceptance of New York, no, it was recognition in their eyes and somehow openness in their hearts. A place to call home even if you weren't ready to be claimed by such a thing, the tight fist on his gut that made everything temporary loosened with each passing day. 

And yet, he was still stuck in the loop. Of living without living, or living for other people. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t know what to do now that he isn’t working his way through a list of names or in a world ending fight. 

It’s a late night on the boat, Sam decided to try out the new fishing nets he got and dragged Bucky out with him way too early that morning, so now they are both dog-tired and hungry, sharing a pot of pasta Sarah made them take with them that tastes like it was made with gold. 

“So, what's next?” Sam asks between mouthfuls, looking at Bucky that way he does sometimes, like theres answers on his face rather than from his mouth. 

“Well, normally people go to sleep at the end of the day.” Bucky replies, knowing full well that's not what he meant. 

“For you, what's next for you?” Sam clarifies, and then suggests, “A beach in Bora Bora? A NASCAR driver? Trying all the different kinds of cheese?” 

Bucky rolls his eyes and tries not to show the panic that grips his lungs, chews on his lip as he tries to think of what he might say. Or not say. 

“Figured I’d help out Captain America when he inevitably fucks up.” Bucky tries to throw a little smirk but his lips don’t quite cooperate so he ends up doing a grimace instead. Instead of the smart remark he expected, Sam is quiet. Too quiet. 

“You know you are allowed to enjoy life, right?” 

“Am I?” It leaps from Bucky's mouth before he can stop it, the blade's edge of his thoughts brought free by Sam's gaze. 

“That's the thing with being the one who survived. You have to find a way to live.” Sam's look lays him bare, “Otherwise, you might as well both be gone.” 

Bucky doesn’t know what to say to that. 

[insaneasgardian]

Haircut Of Love - Sambucky

Summary: Confessions are made, and lives are changed the day Sam gives Bucky a haircut.

Genre: FLUFF

Warnings: Bucky being slightly sad while thinking of Steve, Bucky thinking that his feelings for Sam are unrequited (they're not), Idiots in love.

A/N: I have actually worked on this for longer than I should've XD A big thank you to @cassiecasyl and @aixabi for being such great friends and helping me out by proofreading, and making suggestions!

He knew he should've stopped Bucky tagging along, but the moment that infamous, "I'm coming with you!" so eagerly left the super soldier's lips, Sam knew it was pointless to persuade him to stay behind.

Not that he really minded, the mission he'd been assigned with was a tough one, and it would've been lonely if Bucky hadn't been so adamant about accompanying him.

Sam stared into the fireplace and focused on the embers as he let his thoughts wander. There were some terrible people to be stuck with in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, but Bucky certainly wasn't one of them. He was an interesting character for sure, and Sam was sure he still didn't know a whole lot about him, but their relationship had developed all the way from 'a couple of guys' to 'almost best friends'.

"Hey", came the voice of the man Sam had so deeply been thinking of. He turned around with that signature smirk he reserved especially for Bucky, and watched with delight as the White Wolf turned a light pink color, and it wasn't because of the cold.

"I thought you might want to catch a shower, the water's nice and warm" the brunette said, and Sam nodded as he noticed his friend's damp hair from his own shower.

"Man, you need a haircut" Sam remarked, and much to his pleasure elicited a chuckle from Bucky.

"Do I?"

"It has gotten kind of longer..."

"Well, it's not easy to find a hairdresser in the forest"

"I could cut it for you"

The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself, and he didn't miss the way Bucky's widened ever so slightly. Sam internally scolded himself, feeling that he'd made things awkward somehow.

There was a slight pause in the atmosphere, but the ex Winter-Soldier eventually smiled. It was a weak smile, but genuine nonetheless.

"I'd like that," he told his friend, "would you mind?".

Sam shook his head, a bit too enthusiastically, and that made Bucky raise his eyebrows

“I can do it now if you want, so I don’t get your greasy ass hair all over me after I’ve gotten out of the shower”, Sam casually slipped in to look less ecstatic than he really was.

Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms at the statement, but his grin only grew wider.

“So… are you gonna give me something to cut your hair with?” his friend asked him, making a scissor snipping motion with his fingers.

The brunette’s lips tugged downwards into a frown and bit his lip as he often did when pondering. Sam couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to the bottom lip in between those pearly white teeth, but he forced himself to snap out of it.

After a brief moment, Bucky snapped the fingers on his vibranium arm and turned to walk towards the room he was staying in. “Wait there!”, he had instructed Sam, who had no intention of getting up from the comfortable position he was in anyway.

Promptly, Bucky had returned, clutching a pair of scissors that Sam immediately identified as a pair of Captain America themed kiddie scissors he had recently bought for his nephew, AJ. He burst out cackling.

“What’s so funny Samuel?” the White Wolf pouted, plopping next to his friend who was dying of laughter.

“You stole that from AJ didn’t you?” Sam pried, inwardly dancing at the thought that his secret crush would want something with his face on it.

“Psh, no… I permanently borrowed it, that’s all”, Bucky insisted, moving from the couch to sit on the floor in front of Sam’s legs so that the other man would be able to cut his hair with more ease.

“Mhm”, Sam hummed, already weaving a piece of Bucky’s hair between his fingers, and snipping it off, just like that. It seemed easy enough, so he kept on going, chopping bits of hair here and there, trimming the areas which really needed it, and taking care not to overdo the cut and end up making Bucky look bald in certain places. He was doing quite well considering that he was equipped with nothing but a pair of small, blunt kiddie scissors, which Sam was certain professional hairdressers did not use

A lovely period of pure silence fell in between the two men. The only sounds were the scissors delicately doing their job of cutting the brown locks, accompanied by the gentle crackle of the fireplace, creating a relaxing atmosphere.

“Steve used to cut my hair, you know… Used to do it all the time in the 40’s” Bucky said, breaking the silence. Sam froze in his movements, but only for a second. It was rare for this man, who had been through so much to talk about his past like this.

“We’d sit outside on the street in the summer, he’d be on a chair with his scissors and I’d sit down in front of him, punk gave a damn good haircut to be honest”, he continued, and Sam chuckled.

“People would give us dirty looks as they walked by, it wasn’t uncommon for people to think Steve and I were a couple, but it was frowned upon to be in a same-sex relationship back then… sometimes still is of course”, his tone was now sad, as if he wanted to admit something, but was refraining from doing so. Sam stopped what he was doing, and set down the scissors, obviously sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Still, Steve and I were just friends, that’s all he’d ever wanted to be anyway”, Bucky finally finished.

Sam got off the couch, and slipped down onto the floor next to the 107 year old. “And what about you? Did you ever want to be more than friends?”

Bucky ran a hand over his face, which donned a neutral expression, “It’s complicated Sam… I’d be into a girl one second and thinking about Steve the next”.

Sam gently nudged Bucky’s shoulder with his own, and gave him a small smile, “Bisexual then?”, he questioned.

The other man nodded, and looked at Sam with a grin now gracing his features, “Yea, but you know what? I forgot all about Steve…” he paused to dart his tongue out his mouth and wet his lips, “The day I met another guy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about”.

Sam’s world shattered the moment those words left Bucky’s lips. The thought that the man he had pined after for so long was yearning for another made him want to burst into tears right there. However, Sam Wilson was not the kind of man to be salty over the choices of others. So he kept on the smile he had been wearing the entire time his heart broke over and over again. Yet, he had been so absorbed in his own mind that he failed to notice the longing glances Bucky was shooting at him, the ones he had been giving Sam ever since he first met him.

“Happy you could get that sorted out for you man!” He said brightly, patting Bucky’s back and climbing back onto the couch to resume the haircut.

The ex winter soldier was dumbfounded. Had Sam not noticed how he felt? What if he had? What if he didn’t appreciate the advances?

There was stillness once more, but this time it was incredibly awkward. The two sat absorbed in the silence, no longer so focused on their own thoughts, but on every movement and action the other did.

“All done,” Sam finally said, and gestured towards the large wall mirror in the living room. Bucky looked into it, and nodded.

“You’ve done a nice job, thanks”, he mumbled.

“No problem” Sam told him, getting up from the couch. “I’m going to go take a shower now”, and with that, he rose and climbed the stairs to get to the bathroom. The footsteps faded away and when Bucky heard the bathroom lock click shut, he leaned his back against the couch with a sigh. He ran a tired hand over his face.

What had he done wrong? He’d watched all the movies, read all the books and listened to all the music Sam had suggested. He’d come to see Sam’s family as his own, he cherished Sarah, AJ and Cas with all his heart.

Hell, he’d even taken dating advice from Zemo…. Maybe that’s where he’d gone wrong.

Bucky wasn’t sure. He may have lost the charm he had back in the 40’s, but Sam had always accepted him for who he was. He never questioned Bucky’s past, or forced him to be more social and open. That’s the reason Bucky developed more than platonic feelings towards him. He was so easy to be around.

However, the white wolf figured that if Sam didn’t want anything to do with him romantically, the least he could do was to maintain the relationship status they had now. Not to mention, he had the perfect way to do that.

Mac and cheese. Sam’s favorite food.

A grin grew on his face as he scrambled to the kitchen. It was a tasty and easy thing to cook and would be done before Sam even got out of the shower. Bucky proceeded to locate all the necessary ingredients they had brought to the cabin, and got straight to work.

It wasn’t a difficult job at all. With his swift speed, and his mind set only on the task before him, he was done within minutes. He even managed to get two servings plated beautifully, and just in time too, because as he finished setting the table, Sam descended the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. A smile was drawn on his face at the smell of the meal, and all the previous tension seemed to have dissipated.

“Smells good in here!” he exclaimed, his eyes then landed on the beautifully presented plates of mac and cheese. He gasped and clapped his hands like an excited child, and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. He thought it was adorable.

“Alright, alright, take a seat Sammy,” Bucky said, gesturing to the bar stools next to the kitchen island which the food rested on.

Both of them rushed to sit down and dig into their dinner. Bucky watched his friends expression as he took the first bite of his food.

Sam’s eyes closed in pure bliss, as his taste buds thanked him. “Buck, this is heaven in my mouth, tastes even better than what Sarah makes”.

Bucky blushed, but quickly tried to hide it with a chuckle, “Sarah’s my teacher, I owe it to her”.

Sam nodded at the statement, but commented no more on the topic. Instead, he took another bite and made eye contact with Bucky. “So… who’s this guy you’ve been crushing on?” he inquired.

Bucky was taken aback by the question, he blinked rapidly, “huh?” he mumbled, earning an eye roll from Sam.

“Listen man, I’ve never pressured you to tell me anything before, but we can’t pretend like that conversation didn’t happen” Sam said gently, setting his cutlery down, and reaching a hand over to place it on Bucky’s vibranium one.

The brunette gulped, closed his eyes, and took two deep breaths. He’d have to get it out. Or else it would slowly kill him to watch Sam find someone else. Even if his feelings were unrequited, the man had a right to know.

“It’s you” he said quietly before he could chicken out.

Sam slowly blinked, and shook his head, “Sorry, repeat that?”.

Bucky groaned and looked up from his plate which he’d been staring at the entire time. He gazed into Sam’s doe brown eyes with his own piercing blue ones, “It’s you! You’re the guy I’ve been crushing on!” he agitatedly replied.

Once more, there was that silence that seemed to be consuming the two of them so much lately. Bucky wanted to cry, to hide the humiliation. He was certain that Sam’s lack of words meant he didn’t feel the same, because Sam always had something to say.

“Forget it,” Bucky choked out, getting up from his seat, but Sam’s hand tightened its grip on his wrist, stopping him from getting away. The super soldier turned around slowly, trying not to make eye contact with Sam so that he wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, Sam rose from his seat and his lips met Bucky’s in what was a tender, loving kiss which shocked the latter, but he readily returned it. They stayed like that for a while, embracing each other as their arms snaked their way around each other's torsos. It was a moment neither of them wanted to break, but were forced to. Eventually, when they pulled apart gasping for air, they looked at each other in surprise, but merriment. Wide beams adorned both of their gorgeous faces, and their eyes glinted with excitement.

“So…” Bucky began, “you were desperate to get a piece of me, why, is it the new hair?” he said teasingly.

“The next time I give you a haircut, it’s gonna be turned into a mullet”, Sam threatened, making the other man raise his hands in surrender.

The mac and cheese was long forgotten as they clutched each other once again. Their hearts were bubbling and overflowing with love for one another, and it was not a love that was going to fizzle and die out. They fit perfectly in each other’s arms, like it’s where they belonged.

Two men, who had their own individual problems denying them a place to be truly content in the world, had finally found their refuge in each other.

Finit

[buckysboobs]

The Anthony Mackie situation isn’t something to joke about. Especially when he’s getting framed as a homophobe and being racially attacked. Variety and especially that specific interviewer set him up and has a history of doing so to black men. He was asked a question that prompted that response and y’all are really twisted his words and looking at head lines and snips of the interview instead of ACTUALLY listening to the audio to see that he was trying to say. I’m disappointed in you.

bruh please i can assume what he was trying to say and i agree with it but what YOU are going to accept is the fact that the 'exploiting something as pure as homosexuality' dialogue was out of line (personally i found it funny and slightly ridiculous) especially cause most of the sambucky shippers are lgbtq+ and along with that the whole 'superheroes go flying around beating people up is masculine' was weird as hell too and i was simply caught off guard. i'm poc myself and i get it. i am not racially attacking mackie, nor am i calling him a homophobe. that's all the bullshit going on on twitter because that's what it is— a hellhole that needs an excuse for 12 year olds to project their insecurities onto other people. 'y'all really twisted his words' except i literally didn't say anything on the matter. haven't talked about it at all, actually. all i did was make a meme out of something because i use humour to deflect from extremely serious situations and i'm not going to say anything else for this situation except that if mackie was talking about toxic masculinity then i think he could have worded it better and variety made it worse. you don't know me, anon, so you can't be disappointed in me. maybe stop hiding behind as an anonymity and judging people's characters. i didn't mean any harm, go cry to people who are actually being a little bitch about this situation because at this point nothing any celebrity says deters me. take a joke. maybe crack up some joints to ease the tension. have a nice day.

[flamingo-queen-writes]

Snippet Sunday 10.20.2019

Here’s a snip from a newer WIP (no surprised gasps allowed, this is not shocking) I’m putting together for the SamBucky bingo. This is a modern AU in which Sam is a vet tech at an animal clinic that also runs a shelter, Steve is his starving artist roommate who’s getting another art degree, Bucky and Nat are veterans who own a glassblowing studio, and Clint is Nat’s disaster boyfriend.

~~~

“You think they really need four torches?” he asks, pointing toward the side wall and its assortment of tools. 

Steve shrugs. “Maybe they do different things, or maybe some of them are backups.” He gives Sam a disapproving look. “You don’t ever question all the brushes I have.”

“Blow torches are way more expensive than paintbrushes,” Sam mutters.

And is so, so glad he only muttered that, because that’s the moment his future husband walks in through the gallery door, holding a bagel between his teeth and wrestling with a stubborn jacket. Most of his hair is gathered up in a neat little bun, but there are several strands either too short or too unruly to cooperate, and they frame a face with a jawline that could cut all this glass, maybe even while still holding the bagel. 

The man of his dreams is followed by a laughing woman with red hair, who helpfully grabs the back of the jacket and pulls to help free him. She’s got a bag with the rest of their breakfast in it, and slips effortlessly out of her own jacket, despite it being a lot more form-fitting. 

So they aren’t alone. Maybe someone else has a class assignment, or has an afternoon to kill, or was just in the area and curious. Whatever the reason, though, Sam entertains the idea that perhaps they’ll sit nearby and he can strike up a conversation. Maybe they’ll sit on the first tier and Sam can get a good eyeful of tall, dark and beefy’s broad shoulders.

His idea is dashed against a wall when the two newcomers wave a greeting at them, hang up their jackets, set down the bag of bagels, and move about the workshop like they own the place. 

Because they probably own the place.

Yeah, Sam wasn’t expecting this.

~~~

8,500 words and climbing. Because expanding slightly on a 250 word scene to make it a fic is clearly not something I can do... unless you interpret “slightly” very differently.

@glitter-cake20 @sunshineailin @eileenalone @occulationary

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

(***means smut)

ONESHOTS

MCU!Bucky

Boys Like You

Without You

Stand By You

Best Friend

No Chance, No Way - Drabble

Season of Giving

Beautiful Creation

Dance with Me

Snowed In

Pick Me Up - Drabble

Hurt

Secrets and Surprises

Let’s Travel Back

100 Kisses

Dancing with Myself

Funny Faces

A Little Help***

Happiness - Drabble (No Pairing)

Just the Three of Us???

Match Made in Heaven

Say You Won’t Let Go

The Cure

Wild Ride***

Reminiscing

‘Cause I’m Yours - Drabble

Sugar and His Doll

“Run for it!” - Drabble

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” - Drabble

Happy Father’s Day

Photo Drabble***

Cheet-OH!***

Gif Drabble***

A Shift in Things

Spoiled Moment

Anger Issues

Caught in the Act

Nightly Talks

Outta My Head

Food is Food

Fight of Flight***

Can I Be Him?

Bucky’s Not So Good Very Horrible Day

Eye on the Ball

Last Minute Gift

Will You?

Bend and Snap

Morning Giggles

Love Being in Love

Drunk in Love

Mr. Wow

Diner Girl

Love Trap

How Did We Get Here?

Unsteady

Untitled (ft. Poe x Reader)

Meet the Parents

The Tape***

I’m with You, Always

Where Do Babies Come From?

Lights Will Guide You Home

WE WERE ON A BREAK!

Register Ten

Dramatic Zoom (Filipina!Reader)

How Could You? (ft. Steve Rogers x Reader, Stucky x Reader)***

Offence and Defense

Stay Awhile

Happier (ft. Stucky)

Your Favorite Hero is Who Now?

Curvy Girl***

Yours and Mine***

Broken Like Me

Everything to Me

Not the Ideal Proposal

A Lil’ Brooklyn

Take Me to Church [ft. Steve Rogers x Reader]***

L-O-V-E

Black Hearted

I’m Not Yours

Blow My Candle***

Lightning

I Just Wanna Lay in My Bed

Wrapped in a Bow***

For Your Honor

Miles Up***

Not So Harmless

The Chances We’re Given

Just a Snip

Moving On

Good Night, My Precious One

You Look So Pretty (Chubby!Reader)***

A Work in Progress

Swipe Right

Painted Like A Pollock***

High School AU

Good Girls Are Bad Girls (High School AU)

Cheerleader (High School AU)

You Belong with Me (High School AU)

How Do I Do This? (High School AU)

These Are My Confessions (High School AU)

How He Got the Girl (High School AU)

Beyond the Sunrise (High School AU)

Greatest Work (High School AU)

College AU

What is Worth? (College AU)

Your Letter (College AU)

Sweatpants, Hair Tied (College AU)

Music Mondays (College AU)

Play the Game*** (College AU)

I’m Not Playing (College AU)

Ninety Out of One Hundred (College AU)***

Slim Chance (College AU)

Best Friend’s Brother (College AU)

Save a Spot for Me (College AU)

I’m Here For You (College AU)

Mob Boss AU

How Unlikely (Mob Boss AU)

Missin’ My Girl (Mob Boss AU)***

Soft to the Core (Mobster AU)

Burst of Anger (Mobster AU)***

Maybe This Time (Mob AU)

Don’t Mess with My Girl (Mob Boss AU)

Angel Calling (Mob Boss AU)

Stitched Together (Mob Boss AU)

Feels Like Home (Mob Boss AU)

Royalty AU

Permission Granted (Royalty AU)

Decisions, Decisions (Royalty AU)

Pregnant Pause (Royalty AU)

Loved and Lost (Royalty AU)

In the Line of Power (Royalty AU)

Wish You Were Mine (Royalty AU)

Miscellaneous AUs

Sweat and Alcohol*** (Stripper AU)

Writing is Hard (Author AU)

Soulmate Quiz (Soulmate AU)

Retail Shenanigans (Retail AU)

Some Lights and Mistletoe (Roommate AU)

Under Arrest (Coffee Shop AU)

Bucky, The Latte Boy (Coffee Shop AU)

Little Red (Monster AU)***

A Soulmate’s String (Soulmate AU)

Red Carpet Affair*** (Celebrity AU)

Prying Eyes (Rich AU)

Customer’s Always Right (Coffee Shop AU)

Not Just a Pretty Face*** (Criminal AU)

Spooky Boys (Buzzfeed Unsolved AU) [ft. SamBucky]

Different Sides of the Tracks (Biker AU/High School AU)

Hearts Beat Fast (Doctor AU)

I Covet Thee (40s AU)

Bed and Bath (Single Parent AU)

This Is Your Song (Rockstar AU)

It’s Gonna Be Me (Boyband AU)

Love is Timeless (Vampire AU)

Stay Guarded (Bodyguard AU)***

A Day in the Life... (Actor/Social Media Manager AU)

Stuck in the Moment (CEO AU)

MULTI-PART FICS/SERIES

Do As I Say [Part 2]

Duty of Love and War [Part 2] [Part 3]

Helpless [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Sweetest Love [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

7 Years Masterlist

What Lovers Do: Part 1 [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5-FINAL]

Catfish (Tinder AU) [Part 2] [Part 3]

Colors Masterlist

Alphabet Boy Masterlist

Make ‘Em Happy (Single Parent AU) [Part 2] [Part 3]

The Princess Project (Royalty AU) [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Epilogue]

The Visitor [Part 2]

#IShipIt (Celebrity AU) Masterlist

My Pageant Princess (Single Parent AU) [Part 2]

Right Person, Wrong Number Masterlist (Wrong Number AU)

In Front of the Camera Masterlist (Cam Guy AU)

Truth Set Free (Mob Boss AU) [Part 2]

Your Secret Admirer (High School AU) Masterlist

My Drunk Girl: Part 1 | My Sober Girl: Part 2 | My Wonderful Girl: Part 3

Protect My Heart (Bodyguard AU) Masterlist

Vienna (College AU) | Part 2 | Part 3

Craving You (Monster AU) Masterlist

By the Book | Part 2 | Part 3

Number Neighbor (Social Media AU)

This Old Heart (Baker AU) | Part 2 | Part 3

Ringing (CEO AU) | Happy New Year

And the Heart Grows Fonder (College AU) | The Heart Wants What It Wants

Bug & Bucket Masterlist

Rectify Masterlist

My Sweetheart Masterlist

Playing with Fire (DBF!Bucky)

The Book Store

The Photobooth

The Restaurant

The House***

Coffee Crossfire (Mob Boss AU) | Part 2

Stitched Together (Mob Boss AU)

Pull the Thread 

In Stitches

Frayed Edges

MISCELLANEOUS

Chubby!Bucky Masterlist 

Bucky x Boris Masterlist

[sambuckysnippets]

So the big thing, here, is that Sam flirts like it's nothing, even if it's something, and once upon a time Bucky would have been able to match him stride for stride. He thinks, once upon a time, he could have made Sam blush, and he so desperately wants to make Sam blush for a change- but he can’t. 

Bucky can’t fucking flirt anymore. 

He’s not sure what changed (well, he can guess, he imagines it has something to do with having every aspect of his personality, his autonomy, his very soul stripped away over decades, he thinks that probably had some kind of impact) but he gets tongue tied now. That never used to happen. He stammers over his words and he can’t think on his feet, and all the lines he used to know are outdated or he fucks them up. It’s a nightmare, really. At first he thinks he’s just rusty, but time goes on and it doesn’t improve. He thinks it gets worse, actually. 

love is a ruthless game (unless you play it good and right) by Fool_for_love

[sambuckysnippets]

Not that Bucky was going to admit that. Not with how the Wilson family kept making fun of him for getting emotional over the smallest things.

“Nope. I’m good. No emotions here,” said Bucky, his voice definitely not getting a little thick as Cass snickered.

“Uncle Sam’s coming home later tonight, right?” asked AJ, a tentativeness to the question.

A touch of hope.

Sam was out a lot. Being Captain America was a big commitment. Sometimes it was just a day. The longest was a few months. Sam had been gone for over two weeks this time. Almost three weeks.

Nice by Writer_Lethogica

[sambuckysnippets]

The shield whirled towards Sam, only this time a vibranium hand whipped out to catch it. Bucky grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, wide-eyed and panicked. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He shouted, dropping the shield, and reaching for Sam’s shirt. He lifted it to reveal the gauze taped to his right side, which was now bright red with fresh blood. Bucky didn’t waste a second, pulling him into the house—the shield and the bag of groceries Bucky had been carrying were left on the ground.

Now that the trance was broken, he could feel the alarm bells going off in his body; the aching joints, the tense set of his shoulders which meant he hadn’t been redirecting the shields weight properly on each throw, the strained muscles in his back, the scorching pain his side, the way the wound felt warm and slick. He’d assumed it was sweat and hadn’t stopped to check, despite the pain. His head throbbed, his eyes felt too big for the sockets and his mouth had gone dry.

Bucky made him sit at the dining table before pressing a cold bottle of water into his hand.

Coalescence by Novocaine

[sambuckysnippets]

His phone buzzed. Bucky squinted at the small green-tinted screen. People kept telling him to get a more modern phone, he refused, out of stubbornness if nothing else. What was the point? Dating apps, spyware and more damn gentrification. Anyway, what would he use it for?

Hey, Buck. Just checking in. Hope you’re settling in ok. 

The phone buzzed again.

This is Sam, by the way.

Now, if there was one person who wasn’t grey - one person who was a beacon of sunlight and glorious colours, it was Sam Wilson.

Make Me Feel Like a Good Man Should by Katatonic_State

[sambuckysnippets]

Steve chuckled, "I gathered."

Bucky moved from the door, grin splitting his face wide. He moved to Steve, clasping his arms, excitement vibrating through him, "No, Steve I'm in love-love. Steve, I'm getting married!"

Steve matched Bucky's grip, his eyes bugging as his own excitement ratcheted up, "Oh my God, BUCK! What? When? To who?!"

"It just hit me, I love him Steve. I'm crazy about him."

"Wait, wait, you're killing me here, man, who's the guy?"

All You Gotta Do is Say - Huh? by JustStuck

[sambuckysnippets]

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

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

Distantly, he understands that he’s not supposed to have thoughts or feelings about this, but it’s just–Sam had thought things were headed another way, is all.

Had he missed the signs somewhere, he wonders. Had he misread all those conversations that he’d thought were moments with Bucky, even when they’d been on their own separate world-saving missions? Text messages from boring team meetings and jet rides, cheap souvenirs from far flung places, even grainy video calls when the situation allowed it.

There had been a run of months there where Sam was barely in one place for 24 hours at a time, and yet they had still found ways to carve out scraps of time together. Last winter, the Thunderbolts and Team Cap had found themselves in Kuala Lumpur at the same time for a single evening, and Bucky had all but dragged Sam to a night market. [. . .]

my bed's too big for just me by CrimsonPetrichor

[sambuckysnippets]

“I don’t even know if we’ve still got a VCR around here,” said Sarah. “God, do they even still sell them?”

“I’m sure we can rustle one up from somewhere.”

Sam set the tapes aside, and pushed the box over towards the collection of boxes destined for the trash. It was oddly bittersweet to contemplate tossing these last remnants of their childhood, and Sam suddenly understood his mother’s impulse to keep them. Each item was its own miniature time machine, holding memories that would fade away otherwise, with no one but him and Sarah left to remember them.

“Maybe we oughta send some of this to the Smithsonian,” joked Sarah. “For your own future Captain America exhibit.”

And yeah, no, now Sam was definitely tossing all this stuff. “Nope, no way, it’s going in the trash. The Smithsonian does not need my third grade macaroni art. With my luck, they’d stick it right next to Steve’s best sketches.”

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