#sambucky summer bingo

[siancore]

Feels Like Home | SamBucky | General Audiences | 842 Words

A/N: For @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo. Square fill: Coming Out

It was funny how belonging, and home, was not necessarily linked to a place, but a person. As if home was linked more to the family you had instead of a house you all resided in. Bucky had not had a home in so long – in a whole lifetime, actually, but he wanted that. He yearned for it. Dreamed of it.

So, he had packed up his belongings to leave the city that used to be his home so that he could be with his new family. He was ready to take that leap, to put one foot in front of the other on that journey, but there was one more thing he needed to do.

“I been thinkin’ about you a lot lately,” said Bucky as he stood awkwardly out under the paling Brooklyn sun. “I guess things come back to me in flashes, y’know? Memories. Regrets. All the words I wished I hadda said. I just – I need to say this. I just need to get this out and off my chest, so please don’t stop me.”

A melancholic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He ran his hand over his hair, smoothing it down, and calming his nerves all at once.

“So, I’m not sure if you know, but I’m leavin’ town. And no, it ain’t like last time. I ain’t goin’ off to fight. I’m not putting my life on the line. I think I’ve finally found some — I dunno — some peace. I know, with what I’ve been through and with what I’ve done, the secrets I’ve kept; it sounds almost laughable, almost seems unfair.”

A cool breeze swept up around Bucky as he took a deep, calming breath. 

“Speaking of secrets,” Bucky continued as he placed his hands in his pockets. “I’m tryin’ not to do those anymore. I met someone who makes me wanna be open and honest. And they really don’t judge me for what I’ve done and the secrets I’ve held inside.”

He let out a wry laugh and said, “I’ve held so much so close to my chest I felt like I couldn’t breathe, y’know?”

He removed one hand and rubbed it over his face.

“But I met Sam, and he just makes everything bearable. He makes me feel like I can breathe. He’s just so — Sam.”

Bucky smiled with joy, then. He removed both hands and gestured with them as he continued to speak.

“I know that doesn’t explain much to you, but if you knew him it’d make perfect sense. He’s the bravest, most selfless man. He’s got this sorta tough exterior, but he’s all soft and warm on the inside. He’s a charmer and a looker to boot. Funny and hilarious and probably the most annoying person I know.”

Bucky laughed at that. 

“He’s also the kindest person I know. He’s a real hero.”

Silence pervaded a beat.

“Did I mention he’s a looker?” asked Bucky as he dipped his head a little. “He’s beautiful, actually.”

He paused a moment, letting more silence settle around him. He thought of Sam and his smile. He thought of how being with Sam felt like home. He continued to speak.

“I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll just come out and say it: I’m so sweet on Sam Wilson. Didn’t think I’d ever get the chance, or the guts, to stand in front of the both of you and say that I was sweet on another fella. Wish I’d gotten to tell you both earlier.”

Bucky felt a pang in his chest as his eyes glossed over.

“I think you’d have liked him,” Bucky continued. “He would’ve charmed you, Ma. And you’d see how good he is, Dad. You’d both see how happy he makes me, and you’d be happy for me. I know it. It took finding Sam to figure out who I really am. After all of the fighting — fighting other people. Fighting myself and who I was — who I am. I can finally let myself be happy with him.”

Bucky wiped a tear from his eye, reached into his coat, and retrieved two separate flowers. He placed one single flower down on his mother’s grave, and then the other to his father’s.

“I’m leavin’ now,” said Bucky as he crouched down and ran a hand over his Ma’s name etched into the cold stone. “Don’t know when I’ll be back to visit. Delacroix is a lil’ faraway. Sam and I have a place. We’re gonna give this whole bein’ partners thing a good go.”

Bucky stood up and dipped his head once again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you both when you were still here,” he said as a tear rolled down his face. “That I liked fellas, too. Not sure I’d even know what to say. I just know I love Sam, and I’m sure if you both knew him, you’d love him, too.”

With that, Bucky said goodbye to his parents and walked away, wearing a sad smile and carrying a heart so full of hope and love.

[sambuckylibrary]

The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a Summer Bingo! The event will start on June 1st and run until August 31st. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It��ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbsummer2023 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Collection.

The Bingo Cards are:

There are also badges for each fill. For those badges, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

Keep reading

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine prompts on the card at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single bingo card in one fill, that'd be wild but it's okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from June 1st and run until August 31st.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

1) Pride Bingo Badges

2) Beach Bingo Badges

3) Camp Bingo Badges

4) Delacroix Bingo Badges

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #sbsummer2023.

2. Please also tag the square you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Hiking”, use “#hiking” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Collection (SamBucky_Summer_Bingo_2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your SamBucky Summer Bingo fics!

- The Mods

[smowkie]

i finished my bingo card from @ficreadingchallenge! i've already requested a new card, because this was great fun, and it made me read things i otherwise wouldn't have. thank you for hosting this event 💗🥰

list of fics under the cut

1. de-aging/kid

Thunder Song by almaasi

Garashir, DS9, 10,776 w, rated gen

summary:

After crash-landing on a stormy L-Class planet, Garak and Bashir begin to de-age rapidly. Now a scrawny pre-augment Julian must take shelter with six-year-old Elim, a tentatively murderous but desperately lonely boy. Julian can barely speak – and without functioning translators, Elim’s words are useless. But what they can do… is sing.

2. gift giving

Thinking of You by stateofintegrity

Garashir, DS9, 788 w, rated teen

summary:

Garak receives tangible proof that Julian is always thinking of him.

3. bodyswap

when I looked to myself I was somebody else by mythicalqueen

Kiradax, DS9, 5,829 w, rated gen

summary:

She turned towards the noise, her eyes widening in shock when she saw her own body sitting up on a biobed. She looked for a reflective surface, her mouth falling slightly open when she found one. Or rather, Kira’s mouth. She reached up and touched her nose to confirm what she was seeing. “Julian, I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but I'm Jadzia.” Julian raised his eyebrows and Kira turned towards them. Confusion took over her features, followed by disbelief and then realization. She rolled her eyes. “So that's why it feels like there are seven other people in my head. There are.”

4. hurt/comfort

Cold and Comfort by GenuineSnoof

Barisi, SVU, 9,717 w, rated teen

summary:

Sequel to "The Horrible Past, all the Fish and The Deal". Rafael gets locked in a dark garage by accident for hours.

5. rec'd by a friend (@rieraclaelin)

in the burning light we see by elysiumwaits

Adoribull, DA, 1,009 w, rated teen

summary:

It's not only the snows of Emprise du Lion that have chilled Dorian to the bone.

6. under the influence

A Certain Vulnerability by AreYouReady

Lwaxana/Odo/Quark, DS9, 1,181, rated teen

summary:

Quark makes Lwaxana a Margarita. Odo makes an arrest.

7. road trip

Just Ourselves - and Immortality by archea2

Wincest, SPN, 4,119 w, rated teen

summary:

Turns out soon is Sam on a bridge, and that rare species of hug that lasts enough Mississipis to flood all of Wisconsin and Dean’s heart into the bargain. And it’s only the beginning, the wind promises, ruffling Sam’s hair over the back of his neck and Dean’s fingers. (Written as pre-Wincest, but can easily be read as Gencest.)

8. mythical creature AU

Draconids by anonymous

Garashir, DS9, 1,569 w, rated gen

9. new (to you) pairing

And A Time To Learn by rommunisms

Jake/Nog, DS9, 2,566 w, rated gen

summary:

Set after 1x11 "The Nagus". Jake has been teaching Nog to read; Nog wants to return the favour.

10. daring rescue

Odo's Hero by imnotokaywiththerunning

Quodo, DS9, 1,337 w, rated gen

summary:

In a change of circumstance, Odo relies on Quark to get him out of trouble. It goes about as well as Odo expects.

11. historical AU

The Solicitor and the Chauffeur by Robin Hood (kjack89)

Barisi, SVU, 7,080 w, rated teen

summary:

“Not a footman either,” Sonny told him, lifting the soup tureen and bringing it to the table. “I’m the new chauffeur.” “Are you indeed,” Rafael murmured as he carefully ladled soup into his bowl. “Then Carisi it is, though I should love to know your given name anyway.” Something about the way he said it — or maybe just the way he looked up at Sonny, his green eyes mischievous — made Sonny blush, and he hurried to return the tureen to its spot, less he accidentally drop it and make even bigger a fool of himself. “Oh, uh, it’s Dominick, m’lord, but everyone calls me Sonny.” “Sonny,” Rafael repeated, sounding amused once again. “Of course you would be.” Sonny frowned slightly but before he could ask what exactly he meant by that, Rafael continued, “And you needn’t call me ‘my lord’, I haven’t a peerage yet.” “Yet, my—I mean, uh, sir?” For some reason, the question caused Rafael’s smile to disappear. “Yes,” he said stiffly, stirring his soup with his spoon. “Truth be told, I’m engaged to be married to Lady Calhoun.”

12. domestic/curtain fic

the way you sound in the morning by CrimsonPetrichor

Winterfalcon, MCU, 828 w, rated gen

summary:

Bucky is on his second cup of coffee and three chapters into The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy when Sam finally stirs beside him. -- A slow morning with Sam and Bucky.

13. free space

14. happy ending

From the Dust by katiemariie

Garashir, DS9, 9,384 w, rated mature

summary:

When Sisko returns to linear existence, he tasks Julian with a special mission that takes him to Cardassia and Elim Garak.

15. angst

still by brewrosemilk

Buddie, 911, 9,368 w, rated teen

summary:

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

16. lyrics title - listen to the song too!

Where Everybody Knows Your Name by shinealightonme

Jake Sisko & Quark, DS9, 7,329 w, rated gen

summary:

Probably the best way to prove that Jake doesn't need everyone hovering over him is not to go into business with Quark. But at least Quark isn't going to make him talk about his feelings.

17. podfic

Are you... scared? by allandrogynouscreatures read by SweetPollyOliver

Quodo, DS9, ~3 min, rated gen

summary:

While Quark and Odo are arguing in Odo's office, the station's power goes out.

18. unfinished/in progress

Fairy Tales in Deep Space by airandangels

Garashir, DS9, 21,555 w, rated gen

summary:

An interesting anthropological experiment: tell Elim Garak human fairy-tales, and see what he thinks the morals are.

19. holiday fic

A Game of Secrets by AstroGold

Garashir, DS9, 4,764 w, rated teen

summary:

It's a universal truth: Secret Santa gifts can get really elaborate. For Star Trek Secret Santa 2019

20. gen fic

Soldiers Were Children Once by sixbeforelunch

Quark, DS9, 1,297 w, rated teen

summary:

Quark understands these Federation types better than most Ferengi. This hasn't gotten him a moon yet, but maybe someday it will make him enough for a large asteroid. Set during the Dominion War, no specific spoilers.

21. fic with no comments yet

Practice by Dirge

Odo & Quark, DS9, 309 w, rated gen

summary:

"Ah. You broke into my desk drawer again."

22. rarepair

Monuments to Self-Loathing: A Par'Mach Comedy by katiemariie

Worf/Quark, DS9, 14,142 w, rated teen

summary:

Set somewhere in season four, Worf struggles to adjust to life on the station, choosing to spend his off hours alone in his quarters. When Sisko gives him a gift that obliges him to remain in public, Worf opts to hang out at the bar where he becomes a better father, rescues the innocent townsfolk, and strikes up a relationship with one person on DS9 he somehow doesn't hate talking to: Quark.

23. fic written by someone who follows you

More Simple Than Plain by LadyDrace @ladydrace

Garashir, DS9, 2,887 w, rated teen

It's the "crashed on a planet" trope, with additional "aliens made them do it". Except no one does it, and the aliens are something in the air. In any case, Garak goes feral, and it's cuter than anyone expected.

24. secret identity

Tech Support by kenshincha

Stony, MCU, 9,018 w, rated gen

summary:

A series of stories where Steve mistakes Tony for tech support and Tony goes along with it.

25. didn't know they were dating

Nice by Writer_Lethogica

Winterfalcon, MCU, 3,069 w, rated teen

summary:

Based on the fanart piece "nice" by villanette, Bucky has a mostly uneventful night at the Wilson household as he waits for Sam to come home from a mission. EXCERPT: “You need sleep,” Bucky said. Because while Sam took the mantle of Captain America, Bucky took the title of Captain Obvious. Sam snorted. Nice. Sam’s head fell onto Bucky’s shoulder lightly. “Really? I was thinking about just hanging out down here all night. Maybe throw a party,” mumbled Sam into Bucky’s skin. “Go up. I’ll meet you up there,” murmured Bucky, glancing over at his open prosthesis.

[thesunwillart]

pride parade sambucky!! for @sambuckylibrary summer bingo!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

This is for @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 for the prompt "Meanwhile, on the Boat..." It's a little vibe-y, but it's about Sam and Bucky fixing the boat. What Sam needs in his life 🥰 Under the cut will be what's written up top!

PAGE 1: A FALCON'S GUIDE TO BOAT MAINTENANCE

Sides: WHAT DOES A FALCON NEED FOR BOAT MAINTENANCE?

01: A younger sibling who somehow knows way more about boats than you do and can fix them better despite you being a literal rocket scientist.

02: A family boat in need of some love and maintenance. A family boat filled with memories of childhood. A family boat that Sam Wilson is going to fix.

03: An ex-assassin who is totally not in love with Sam Wilson, nope. He just moved to Delacroix for no reason, why did you ask? Maybe you’re the one in love with Sam Wilson. Leave him alone.

04: A certain Captain America who won’t give up, no matter how terrible he is at boat maintenance. He can do this. He doesn’t need instructions to fix this boat. He’s a rocket scientist in all but name. What could go wrong?

Corner: THINGS WILL GO WRONG

PAGE 2: AND REMEMBER! ALL FALCONS NEED:

The love and affection of a Winter Soldier

Time off with family

An emotional support Redwing

A beloved protege

[cobrafantasies]

Until Morning, You're Mine

SamBucky | Rated M | 2,434 words | Complete | AO3

Written for SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 by @sambuckylibrary, prompt: Summer Fling

Summary:  After the cookout, Bucky finds Sam on the boat and talk of a summer fling is brought up.

Excerpt:

The sunset is beautiful when it’s highlighting the waves of Louisiana water. It’s even more stunning when its orange glow is illuminating Sam’s backside like a halo. That’s where Bucky finds him. On the boat when the sun is tucked half under the horizon. 

Bucky steps up next to Sam on the deck. They stand quietly together as Bucky’s mind reels back through the day’s event of the cookout. He’s so happy that he smiles to himself. And he wants to tell Sam how much he enjoyed today. How grateful he is to be welcome here but the words are stuck in his throat long enough that Sam fills the silence first.

“Good memories,” Sam says, more to himself. He’s staring out at the water, not even glancing over.

“I’m sure,” Bucky says as he copies Sam’s leaning stance over the wooden edge.

Sam peers over and grins once. “You know, I used to sneak some dates out here back in the day.”

“Dates?”

Sam nods proudly. “Got to second base out here once.”

Bucky’s heart twists at the image. He’s not sure if it’s jealousy or want. Or perhaps a cruel combination of both. If he’s being honest he’s not even sure what all the “bases” are, but just the thought of someone getting to even touch Sam like that is enough to make him green with envy.

“So teenage Sam had some moves?” Bucky tries to joke but his voice embarrassingly cracks slightly. 

“Oh yeah, I was smooth at all ages. Bet you’d fall for it too. Anyone ever bring you on a boat at sunset?”

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[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: Bucky and Sam’s first pride parade together.

Bingo Fill: ‘Pride Parade’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: none!

Bucky dropped a gray shopping bag at Sam’s feet. 

“What’s this?” Sam glanced up at him, looking at what’s in the bag. A white tank top, and a white t-shirt. Plus…fabric paint?

“Stuff. For the parade.” Bucky said, vague as always. 

Sam pulls the stuff out of the bag. “You are so cheesy.” 

“Shuddup.” Bucky huffed, pulling all the stuff onto the carpeted floor, before sitting down in front of it all. Sam shook his head, a small grin on his face as he sat down across from Bucky, both of their legs crossed.

“You’re really gonna do this over carpet?” Sam raised a brow.

“It’s my apartment. Besides, I’m careful. Maybe you should put some newspaper under yours.” Bucky taunted. 

Sam rubbed at his brows. “Man, landlords must hate you.” 

Bucky grumbled something before opening a bright pink paint. Sam watched as he took a large foam brush and started slathering it onto his shirt. Sam had previously realized that of course Bucky had wanted him to show off his muscled arms. 

“Y’know, I forgot that’s your favorite color.” Sam murmured as he painted some sky blue onto his tank top. 

Bucky shot him a look. “Leave me alone,” he grumbled, but Sam knew there was no bite to it.

“It’s a nice color on you.” He continued. “I..think I’m just gonna make a rainbow in a sky on mine. Maybe a yellow circle on the shoulder for a sun.” 

“You should do that.” Bucky said, still focusing on his..pink monstrosity.

Sam was impressed. Bucky had genuinely smeared several shades of pink on the shirt. 

“You wanna call Yelena and Kate and see if they wanna come with us?” Sam gives the option.

“We can.” Bucky agrees. “I don’t know if Yelena will go for it, though.” 

“I’m sure Kate’ll drag her into it.” Sam chuckled. 

Bucky smirked softly, his weird and awkward smile making Sam swoon. 

“…We really should’ve put newspaper down, huh?” Sam realizes after a moment. 

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. 

Bucky smiled, walking hand in hand with his boyfriend. This was his first ever pride parade—and he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Not even his internalized homophobia—as Dr. Raynor and Sam had called it—could stop him from enjoying this. 

He enjoyed seeing other people’s outfits, seeing all of the bright colors and flashy statement pieces and skimpy clothing that he could never wear comfortably. 

Sam, God bless him, had opted out of doing more public stuff with the other Avengers in favor of just walking with everybody else—most likely because of Bucky’s introvert ass.

Sam was good at it all—talking to people, sharing experiences with people, and the like. Bucky loved it about him.

“This is..nice. I like this.” Bucky murmured. 

Sam just smiled, the gap in his teeth making Bucky want to kiss him right then and there. 

So he did.

Sam chuckled, handing Kate his phone and whispering at her to get a picture. He was driving, the younger woman in the passenger seat. Bucky and Yelena were in the backseat, dozing. Yelena leaned on him, and he rested his head against hers, the two of them decked out in pins and fun hats and little flags. They both had glitter on their faces, and in Bucky’s right hand was a handheld electric fan, which ran on batteries neither Sam nor Bucky likely had at home.

Sam focused back on the road. He had no idea what it was like being queer in the 1940s, but he sure as hoped it was all worth living through if it meant getting to live like this in the future. 

Glancing in the mirror at his boyfriend, at the flecks of rainbow glitter on his cheeks, and a part of him was sure that Bucky believed it was.

a/n: the picture was based off of this lovely piece of art by @betterthanworse

[bingo masterlist]

happy pride!

[ao3feed-sambucky]

I Keep Forgetting (Were Not in Love Anymore)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4HdJzLn by jemgirl Sarah’s wedding was going to be the first big Wilson family event since his and Sam’s divorce. And, although Bucky might never admit it, she knew he was sad to have to miss it, to not belong anymore. So since she hadn’t been invited, because Sam was the only Wilson sibling she’d ever truly been friends with, Natasha figured she and Bucky could keep each other company. True, Bucky actually was invited, but there was no way he was really planning to show up, was there?   Or: Bucky is definitely planning on showing up, but hopefully he isn’t planning on showing out. Words: 3833, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Jemgirl’s SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Other Marvel Characters, Original Child Character(s) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Divorce, Co-Parents, Family Dynamics, Navigating A New Normal, Jealousy read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4HdJzLn

[glittercake]

HIKING | 700w | Mature | nwa | established sambucky; kissing and other stuff; 1 million nicknames.

AN: this will be a little interconnected Tumblr drabble series, but each drabble should read perfectly on its own too. thanks to @sambuckylibrary​​ for organizing this bingo! 

God knows Bucky loves him, but sometimes Sam’s got some terrible ideas.

Hiking? Great! Camping? Yeah, fantastic. Sam in a t-shirt two sizes too small, sweating through it? Couldn’t imagine a better view. Bucky couldn’t be more excited about spending some time in the wild outdoors with his best guy this summer, just the two of them in the sunshine, soaking up some vitamin D. That’s the truth, it is.

And look, Captain America’s really fucking great at basically anything. This guy’s got balls the size of Jupiter on him, takes on just about anything with those wings and that shield. But walking ten miles uphill in peak midday heat, Bucky learns, is Cap’s kryptonite. 

“Jesus. How much longer?” Sam heaves for the seventh time, uses his shirt to wipe sweat off his brow which is not the type of distraction Bucky needs right now—that soft sliver of skin peeking out of his waistband, that teasing patch of hair leading to his belly button. Bucky could just lay him down and bury his nose in it right now, but no sir. No way. There are thorns and god-knows-what all over this forest floor and the last thing they need is a ‘Cap and Bucky in hospital due to suspicious penis poisoning’ headline.

Instead, he flicks their map open and checks. “Few more miles, sweetheart. You wanna rest?” Bucky takes a few swigs from the canteen and hands it over. The exertion isn’t affecting Bucky as much on account of the serum, so he’s strolling along happily. Sam, despite this being entirely his idea, has been all complaints since sunrise.

After a sip, Sam shakes his head. “Nah. It’s getting late. Wanna set up before dark. Just feels like it’s getting steeper, you know.” He squints up the mountain and shakes his head. He slaps Bucky’s shoulder. “But let’s keep going, Buck.”

“You got it, Cap,” Bucky says and salutes Sam, laughs when Sam rolls his eyes and stomps off ahead. Not that Bucky’s complaining whatsoever. The view’s pretty great from back here.

And alright maybe nature’s getting the best of him out here. Maybe it’s because he knows there ain’t much stopping them from getting down and dirty if they wanted to. And now, watching Sam climbing, he kind of wants to. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, jogging a little to keep up. “Wanna hop on?” 

Sam glances over his shoulder, shoots one of those slanted, lopsided grins at Bucky. “Hop on what, though?” 

Bucky snorts. “Honey, if we were anywhere else right now, the answer would be very different. But, uh, hop on my back the rest of the way.”

Sam considers that for a second. Checks out the backpack Bucky has on his shoulders. “Hell, if you’re offering, baby. These thighs are rock solid, but they ain’t made for this.”

“Yeah, I know, come on.” Bucky swings the backpack off, carries it in his hand instead and bends just a little to let Sam on.

Sam places a quick kiss against Bucky’s ear, loops his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and holds on tight. In turn, Bucky’s got his free hand firmly splayed on the underside of Sam’s thigh. 

He’s not even ten steps into the ascent when he realizes Sam’s not the only one with shitty ideas every now and again. 

This is worse on all accounts. Having Sam’s body plastered against him, legs spread against his back, hand gripping Bucky’s chest for purchase. Yeah, no, this is worse.

Sam squeezes a little around Bucky’s pectoral, rubs him through his shirt, and ends it all when he places his soft, warm lips right in Bucky’s neck and opens them. 

Bucky stops just then, drops the backpack, and reaches around to swing Sam off too. Pushes him up against a tree the moment his feet hit the ground and kisses him. His hands fly up under Sam’s t-shirt, up against his smooth, warm skin. 

Sam lets out a breathy laugh but tugs Bucky closer by his belt, grinds forward, tips his head back to let Bucky get at his neck instead. 

“Jesus. Told you hiking was a good idea,” Sam says, fingers digging into Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky ducks back up to look at Sam, watches Sam’s gaze drop to his lips, licking his own, his eyes wild and glinting with excitement. “Yeah, a real good goddamn idea, babydoll. Let’s keep hiking, huh?”

Sam nods breathlessly, hooks his leg over Bucky’s hip, and Bucky scoops him up. He lays Sam down on the soft, mossy grass at the foot of the tree and kisses him again.

Maybe Bucky’s about to risk that headline. They’ve survived worse.

To be continued in ‘Avian Telepathy’...

[siancore]

To Hell with the Party

SamBucky | Explicit | 1.6k Words | AO3 Link

A/N: For @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo. Square fill: Free Space. Decided on smut with the backdrop of a holiday house party that Bucky doesn't want to be at.

Content: Oral sex; dirty talk; soft slutty Bucky; confident Sam; hand jobs; praise kink; getting together.

The backyard area of the holiday house was abuzz with a festive air. The party was in full swing as the sun was hanging low and languid in the early evening sky, casting pretty hues of red and purple about. Music wafted through the space and sparsely covered the amicable sounds of laughter and chatter.

“You know, people usually enjoy themselves at parties, right?” said Sam Wilson, as he took up a seat on the folding chair next to Bucky Barnes.

Bucky kept his gaze on the water in the nearby pool. The sunlight reflecting from it had hurt his eyes all day, but then, at dusk, he squinted to focus on the water. Squinted to keep his gaze on the ripples instead of turning too quickly and drinking in the man beside him. Kept focused on something else so he wouldn’t tell on himself; tell how much he wanted to stare at Sam. How much he wanted Sam. How Sam rivalled that setting sun in beauty and power. How Sam made him feel warm all over.  

“Who says I ain’t having fun?” he asked, his tone flat, trying to calm that thrumming in his chest.

“I dunno, man,” Sam replied as he sipped from his beer bottle. “Maybe it’s the fact that you’re here in P-Town with your homies, and there’s a bunch of eligible men splashing about in a pool, and you’ve got a face like a cat’s bootyhole.”

That assessment caused Bucky’s lips to twitch up into a hint of a smile. He turned and looked at Sam. His breath hitched. Tipsy Sam’s face was relaxed; his eyes sparkled; his smile was wide. Bucky wanted to hold his own breath, afraid that he just might moan out loud just from looking. He would probably cease existing if he got to touch; got to taste. He was fucked. If only Sam knew how badly Bucky wanted him. If he knew the depths of the other man’s infatuation and lust and affection.

“Cats are cute,” Bucky shot back.

“Not under their tails they’re not.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and then said, “Why aren’t you enjoying yourself with all of these eligible men, uh? They’re all checkin’ you out. You could have your pick. Why’re you here bothering me instead of enjoying the party yourself?”

There was no heat or ire behind Bucky’s question. Banter came easy to them. He very much enjoyed the fact that Sam was now sitting with him. That, even though they were at a party, Sam still came and checked on him. That Sam’s attention was levelled at him. That, despite Sam being the guy that all the other guys were looking at, he was now looking at Bucky. Some type of pride washed over Bucky.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” said Sam in earnest. “I know parties aren’t really your thing. I know you’re only out here so Steve will stop bugging you. Just checkin’ on you is all.”

“I appreciate the concern,” Bucky replied, sincerely. “Are you okay?”

Sam smiled and said, “I am, now.”

Bucky smiled widely then bit his lip. They fell into a companionable silence. Someone, one of Steve’s new friends, ran and jumped into the water. Droplets splashed on Sam and Bucky; the water cooling their bare skin.

“Y’know, if you wanted to get outta here, no one would judge you,” said Sam as he took another sip from his bottle.

Bucky drank from his own, considered Sam’s words for a moment, and then said, “Who says I wanna get outta here?”

Sam snickered and said, “I don’t know, dude. Just reading the room right now. Kinda looks like you’d rather be anywhere else but here.”

Bucky nodded his head and looked at Sam appraisingly. Sam looked right back at him. His skin flushed warm when he saw the way that Sam’s eyes dropped to his lips a moment. Something behind the other man’s pretty brown eyes made Bucky feel brave.

“I might be interested in getting outta here if – if you were interested in comin’ with me,” Bucky admitted, somewhat bashfully.

“Is that so?” Sam questioned, his lips turning up at the corners in a crooked, charming fucking smile that made Bucky’s stomach flip and his legs grow weak. He was weak for Sam.  

“Yeah,” said Bucky, as he ran his hand through his long tresses.

“Well, alright then.”

…..

The pair didn’t actually go far. They made their way inside the holiday house, into Sam’s room, and locked the door. They locked the party out. Locked the world out.

“So, we’re really gonna do this, uh?” asked Sam as he crowded Bucky’s space.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky replied as his hands went to Sam’s hips. “The only thing that’s made this whole trip bearable is you.”

Sam smiled and tilted Bucky’s chin with his hand.

“For real?”

“Mmm,” Bucky replied. “Wanted you for so fucking long.”

“I know,” said Sam in that cocksure way that made Bucky’s knees want to buckle.

When Sam rubbed his thumb over Bucky’s bottom lip, Bucky let out a moan that he might have been embarrassed about if he was in control of himself right then. But he was drunk off of the scent of Sam; the heat of Sam’s body; the intensity of Sam’s stare; the gentle padding of Sam’s thumb against his skin.

“I know, baby,” Sam whispered before pressing his lips to Bucky’s.

Bucky’s brain shut out everything else barring the feel of Sam’s lips and tongue. The way Sam pressed his body against Bucky’s. The way Sam took control of the kiss. How Bucky could feel Sam growing hard against him.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Sam,” Bucky whispered against Sam’s lips. “Don’t know what I’d do for you.”

Sam shivered from the intensity of Bucky’s words, before saying, “Show me.”

…..

Bucky licked a long strip up the underside of Sam’s hard, thick cock. Sam’s eyes rolled shut as he threaded his fingers through Bucky’s hair. Bucky sucked the crown of Sam’s dick into his mouth as he strummed his hand up Sam’s length. He swirled his tongue over Sam’s leaking tip before he opened his mouth and took Sam’s cock in. He licked and sucked as Sam let out a pleasured moan.

“Jesus, Buck. You’re good at that,” Sam breathed as he stroked Bucky’s hair. “Knew you would be.”

Bucky hummed around Sam’s dick and kept sucking him off.

“You look so pretty like this,” Sam praised; his words going straight to Bucky’s cock. “Hmmm, baby. So fuckin’ pretty.”

Bucky’s lips stretched around Sam’s girth as he took Sam deeper, causing the other man to moan loudly.

“Fuck,” said Sam as he thrust his hips forward ever so slightly. “Takin’ all of this dick so good, baby. Such a good boy, Buck. So fuckin’ good for me. Hmmmm.”

Bucky’s own cock twitched in his shorts at Sam’s praise. He reached down and rubbed himself through the fabric of his shorts.

Sam noticed and then said, “You getting hard from suckin’ me off, pretty boy? Go on, take your dick out.”

Bucky did as he was told while continuing to lap and suck at Sam’s aching cock. He freed his hardness from his shorts and jerked himself off while sucking Sam’s dick. He took Sam deeper into his throat while tugging at his own dripping, straining cock. Bucky swallowed Sam’s length down his gullet as Sam thrust forward, both hands holding Bucky’s head in place and face-fucking him good and proper. Bucky gagged a little on Sam’s dick as he placed one hand to Sam’s hip; the other kept working over his own cock.

Spit escaped Bucky’s well-fucked mouth and ran down his chin. Sam kept driving his big, hard dick down Bucky’s throat over and over again. Bucky jerked himself off with more fervor; quickening his pace as his climax approached.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby,” said Sam as he thrust harder and faster. “Shit. Buck. I’m gonna come.”

Sam tried to pull back, but Bucky held him in place until he spilled his seed down Bucky’s throat.

“Jesus,” said a breathless Sam as Bucky lapped up every last drop of his release and the pulled off of his spent cock. “Get up here.”

Bucky barely had time to wipe his mouth before Sam was pulling him to his feet. Sam crashed their lips together in a hot, wet kiss before he took hold of Bucky’s dick. Bucky moaned into Sam’s mouth as he was drawn closer to the other man. Sam stroked Bucky’s cock quick and dirty. Bucky clung to Sam’s broad shoulders as Sam drew pleasure from him with every deft stroke.

“Fuck, Sam. Sam. Sam. God, Sam.”

Bucky’s mouth could only say Sam’s name. All he knew was Sam in that moment. Their lips ghosted one another as Bucky came with a shuddering breath and a heady moan; he all but collapsed against Sam, held in place by Sam’s strong arm as ribbons of his come coated both of their searing skin. Sam’s lips caught Bucky’s again and they kissed languidly as they relished in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Sam brushed Bucky’s sweat-drenched hair from his face and then said, “I’m glad we did that. You were great.”

“You were amazing,” Bucky replied, almost keening at Sam’s praise. “I’m so glad we did that.”

They shared another kiss before Bucky grew bashful under Sam’s intense gaze.

“What – umm, what now?” asked Bucky.

“Now we shower and cuddle up under the AC with some snacks?” Sam asked, looking hopeful. “To hell with the party.”

“Yeah,” said Bucky, still clinging to Sam. “I just wanna be here with you. To hell with the fuckin’ party.”

[sambuckylibrary]

SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Month 1

The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 has had a magnificent start with so many awesome pieces of fanwork! Here's what's been made in the last month, and if you want to see all the information on this ongoing event, click here. Thank you all for participating last month and we're excited to see what else will be made this month!

BEACH

Body Built For Me by @cobrafantasies | Rated: G | WC: 2.2K words | Beach Day, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining | AO3 |

Untitled But Awesome Fic by @funsized-loser | Rated: T | WC: 1.7K words | Treasure Hunt, Beach Day, Family Vacation |

CAMP

Hiking by @glittercake | Rated: M | WC: 700 words | Established SamBucky, 1 Million Nicknames, Hiking |

Avian Telepathy by @glittercake | Rated: T | WC: 900 words | "I can take a bear"/"You can't take a bear", Shenanigans, Avian Telepathy |

Stuck in a Tent by @funsized-loser | Rated: N/A | WC: 852 words | Stuck in a Tent, Family Fluff, Getting Together |

DELACROIX

Meanwhile, In the Pantry by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.5K words | Mission Fic, Crack Treated Seriously, First Kiss | AO3 |

Meanwhile, In the Hallway by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: E | WC: 1.4K words | Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dorks in Love, Free Space | AO3 |

Totally Normal People by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.3K words | No Powers Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Bonfire | AO3 |

"Come here often?" "You see me here every day." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Sports AU, Rivals to Lovers, Summer Sport |

Sculpt Me Like One Of Your Bird Friends by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 2.9K words | Modern No Powers AU, Crack Treated Seriously, Homecoming | AO3 |

Bien Verano/Welcome Summer (English Version) by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 1.8K palabras/1.7K words | First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Bonfire | AO3/AO3 |

"I was in the neighborhood, so..." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Bright, Modern AU Sam Cap, Cat Dads |

every time it rains (you're here in my head) by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 9.7K words | Strangers to Lovers, Haunted Houses, High School AU | AO3 |

"Hey, there stranger. Fancy meeting you here." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Childhood Rivals to Lovers, Cookout or Boil, Cute |

PRIDE

Check Yes or No by @sygoflyy | Rated: G | WC: 1.9K words | No Powers Modern AU, Coming Out, First Time | AO3 |

Why do you care? by @siancore | Rated: M | WC: 1K words | Love Confessios, Gay Bar, The Girls Are Fighting | AO3 |

Pride Parade SamBucky by @thesunwillart | Art | Fun, Vibrant, Pride Parade |

Queer But Not Into Bright Colors by @sygoflyy | Rated: T | WC: 2.7K words | No Powers Modern AU, Pride Parade, Non-Graphic Smut | AO3 |

Lookin' At All The Lovin' We Do by @cobrafantasies | Rated: E | WC: 2.2K words | Love Confessions, Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson, Partner to Lovers | AO3 |

Padam by @six2vii | Rated: T | WC: 1.4K words | Canon Divergence, Fluff, Pride Parade | AO3 |

Kiss Me... Before by @sygoflyy | Rated: G | WC: 1.2K words | No Powers Modern AU, Implied Mpreg, Drag Show | AO3 |

Love is Love by noe3489 | Rated: N/A | First Kiss, Pride Parade, Friends to Lovers | AO3 |

Have fun and we look forward to your SamBucky Summer Bingo fics!

- The Mods

[abarbaricyalp]

If I could draw, I would draw Sam and Bucky as beach Kens (or a beach Ken and some other kind of Ken) (ooooh beach ken and gi joe) for the sambucky summer bingo for the beach prompt

(And if you can draw and want to, you should)

Hi Ken! Hi Ken! Beach off contest. Sand sculpture shield

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Woodsy Stake-Out

[ID: a green badge of a stack of folders with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Mission Fic, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Woodsy Stake-Out

Square Filled: Mission Fic

A/N: a ficlet of a couple of guys planning a stake-out in a car for @sambuckylibrary. where sam and bucky arrive to a serpent society hide-out in the woods. thanks to the ppl who provided suggestions and inputs in this (x). however, i had to choose a specific idea and rolled with it. ^^

Word Count: 945

T.W: food, i guess

***

Owls hooted as crickets chirp at the expanse of a forest. The wheels of a car skidded onto a route, only stooping to a halt. Parking some miles away from a guarded electric fenced gates ahead.

"Well, well, they probably expected company," Bucky remarked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Operating in the woods must be their new way to maintain a low profile." Sam shifted in his seat, propping an elbow against the window's edge. "No wonder we couldn't track them down in the city. If it wasn't for Joaquin, we'd be sitting ducks."

Bucky nodded, grimacing. "And if we don't get their weapons soon, they'd take down the city."

"Breaking into tech companies and labs, stealing the components they need." Sam crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Shit. I hate how we couldn't get the drop on them sooner."

Despite himself, he made an affirmative little noise.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, examining the building from afar. Getting glimpses of some hench-people moving crates and packages over the field.

The Serpent Society has set up a base in the woods. Developing weaponry that could take down an entire city to the ground. Especially since it contained parts from alien tech, which could be dangerous used by people with wrong intentions.

Bad news all around.

Fury had paged them and called them for this mission. Giving information as much as he could obtain. They needed to be outside their base, observe them from afar before taking action. And they needed extreme caution, considering how Viper was a clever sort of adversary.

If they weren't having a mission, they would be helping Sarah with the boat. However, duty called and they had to delay repairs.

"So, we're doing a stake-out in this car?" Bucky asked, wiping his knife blade with a thin cloth.

Sam nodded, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel. "Yeah, we're gonna be here for a couple of hours.

Great, Bucky thought, his pulse kicking up a notch. Leaning back on his seat.

What had he gotten himself into? Even though, he willingly signed up for it? He had believed they would kick some Serpent Society ass and be on their way. Mission accomplished and all that jazz. However, he had to do a stake-out instead.

Not his usual brand of missions.

And with Sam? Including being. . . Alone? With him, specifically? Fury must have paired them together to torture him in the most twisted yet sweet way possible.

It didn't help that Sam's arm rested by the brakes, just some inches further from his.

He could do worse than Sam. . . He might have been stuck with Torres, who would have chatted throughout the entire thing. Or Scott Lang, who would have did some weird diversions.

Yeah. Bucky could have had worse options, getting spared from it. But he couldn't help how his heart insisted in 'thump', 'thump', 'thump' at the minimal. . . space between them. A little too close just for a couple of guys.

Being cramped in this small space in this car. . . wouldn't bode well for his psyche.

However, if he could jump from an airplane without a parachute and survive, he could also survive this. With his composure and dignity intact.

If there was one thing Bucky was still good at, it would be keeping it cool. He did it back in the forties. And he could defuse his feeling of awkwardness with some quips up his sleeve.

"And I thought the bad guys would find better lairs or something."

"Yeah, I guess they couldn't afford it."

"Wow, that's lousy."

"Tell me about it. But they have good enough security to keep us out."

"A smoke screen ought to knock 'em out, right?"

". . . wait, you brought some?"

"Of course, Samuel. Gotta be prepared for Hydra affiliated scums, ya know."

"Touché. I've also got some snacks in here."

When Sam pushed his seat back, he yanked a backpack beneath it. Zipping it open and revealing packets of chips, cupcakes, and soda cans. He reached for a soda and popped it's cap open.

"Thank you," Bucky murmured, sighing deeply. "If we're gonna punch those assholes, we need all the energy we can get."

"True that," Sam replied, his lips quirking up at a corner. "I wished I'd sleep better before we left. I feel like my bones are gonna sink."

He tensed up and arched a brow. "What the. . . You didn't sleep well? That explains why you look exhausted."

"Uh huh." Sam sounded resigned. He shrugged. "Got a job to do, anyways. Sleep can wait."

"Hold on, I'm gonna go in there. And while you stay here."

"What? No! We're supposed to do this as a team."

"I know, I know. But you don't have enough energy and I do. I can destabilize those weapons before the Serpent Society could level them at the city."

"This sounds like a terrible idea."

"Pfft, as if most of them didn't work."

Bucky patted Sam's shoulder, peering into his dark brown eyes soft from concern. Sam's tight posture loosened and he sagged against his seat, nodding slowly.

"Alright. But be careful, Buck."

"Hey, I'll be back in a while. You'll see."

Sam chuckled, his expression fond. Bucky reveled in it, reaching for his door's handle.

As he pushed the door open, he started marching towards the trunk. Opening it and grabbing a duffle bag, which contained his gadgets and trusty equipment. Slamming it shut as he carried it.

With this plan, Bucky could finish this mission within an hour or so. He should probably have back-up, however, he probably could deal with it. Without much trouble.

***

[thatmexisaurusrex]

A Year and a Half

Hey, people! This is for the @sambuckylibrary's summer bingo for the mission bingo card's "Free Space". This is also a fic based on @siancore's magnificent artwork (check out the original piece!!). I like to call it a "Revorce" fic 😂 Enjoy! 🥰

A Year and a Half

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 3K |

Summary: After the latest major almost end-of-the-world battle (probably Doomsday), Sam and Bucky reunite after a year and a half apart.

Excerpt:

And there. There Bucky was. Waiting for Sam outside of the impromptu medical tent. And the look in those intense eyes. The way he said, “Sam.” Panicked. And desperate. And barely believing it was true. There was no mission left. There was no need to feign anger nor disappointment. There was only Sam. And Bucky. And Sam felt the tears springing from his eyes as he and Bucky scrambled to each other. Clung to one another like they never wanted to let go ever again.

READ THE REST ON AO3!

[cobrafantasies]

Body Built for the Beach

SamBucky | Rated G | 2,187 words | Complete | AO3

Written for SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 by @sambuckylibrary, prompt: Beach Day

Summary: Sam and Bucky have a beach day. Bucky panics when he sees Sam in a bathing suit.

Excerpt:

They set up two chairs and an umbrella for Bucky. Oddly, when Bucky sinks his toes deep under the sand it doesn't feel as hot and so he settles into his chair with his t-shirt and bathing suit already sticking to him. It's insanely hot, the humidity feels nearly suffocating but Sam doesn't look bothered about it. He crosses his arms and pulls the hem of his shirt over his head. His dark skin gleams under the sun, his muscles shimmering with every ray of light and jesus, Bucky's never seen so much of him. Bucky's eyes shift down, away from his partner's chiseled frame and his face flushes hotter than the sand burns his feet.

Sam races past him. Bucky watches Sam dash into the water. His thick thighs, trimmed waist, broad shoulders, all being swallowed up by the immersive body of blue. He dives under fully and reappears a moment later, water cascading down his neck and shoulders in easy streams highlighting every inch of him. Bucky digs his feet further into the sand and wishes someone would pour freezing water over him.

How did he not see this coming? Of course, Sam's going to be walking around half-naked at the beach and worse than that, he'll be wet all afternoon. Read on AO3

[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: Sam and Bucky swim together as Bucky recalls the past. 

Bingo Fill: ‘Cookout/Summer Camp/Stargazing/Hiking’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: brief mention of something bad happening (non-specified), let me know if anything else should be tagged.

Bucky folded another table cloth, looking around and making sure there was no garbage on the ground.

Sam was doing the same at another table, and Bucky glanced at him every so often. 

It was the day after the party, and now they were just cleaning up anything that hadn’t been cleaned up the day before.

“After we finish this, you up for some swimming?” Sam called. “Shit, it’s hot out here.” 

Bucky hesitated for a moment, pausing. And then, he nodded. “Sounds good to me.” 

Sam also nodded, before going back to cleaning. Bucky couldn’t help but notice how his shorts hugged his ass. He mentally slapped himself, cursing himself for even thinking that.

When they were done cleaning, both boys went inside the house and went to their separate rooms to get changed. 

Bucky had been around so often that Sarah had cleaned out the old guest room for him. The gesture—though she argued it was small—meant a lot to him. He grabbed his swim trunks from his bag, staring at them. 

They were basic dark blue swim trunks. But the idea of being shirtless—he didn’t like it. Being shirtless outside was already a horrible idea, but shirtless outside fully knowing that people would see—that Samwould see? It made him want to shrivel up and die. 

He glanced at his left hand, eyeing it anxiously. He knew all too well about the gnarly scarring on his left shoulder, along with all of the scars on his torso. He had plenty of those, too. He was muscular—he wasn’t insecure about his physique, surprisingly, but he definitely wasn’t confident in his skin. And he was pale, too. Isn’t that not a good thing these days? It is, but it isn’t. 

He didn’t have the time to contemplate modern trends right now. He needed to just grow up and get over it. 

He begrudgingly got changed. He slipped on some Hey Dude shoes he’d gotten, and they were one of his favorite pairs of shoes he’d ever had. They were comfy, easy to get on and off, and they had a pretty design, too.

And just as he was about to leave the bedroom—his bedroom——

—he turned around and grabbed his shirt and slipped it back on. Goddamnit.

He walked down the stairs and found Sam, who was waiting by the door with two towels. He tossed Bucky one, and then snickered. 

“You need some sunscreen?” He teased. Bucky looked around to check if the kids were around before flipping Sam the bird.

Bucky followed Sam out to the water. His swim trunks were red, and he wore a black shirt. 

When the reached the water, Sam dropped his towel on the dock and pulled off his shirt. Bucky glanced away, though he desperately wanted to look.

He dropped his towel on the dock, too, before taking off his shoes. And then..he pulled off his shirt. He took a second to get used to the feeling, taking a few deep breaths.

He followed Sam into the water, swimming around with him. 

“Where’d you learn how to swim?” Sam asked suddenly. Bucky glanced down. Did he look weird? Is that why Sam was asking? 

He glanced back up at Sam’s face, realizing there was no judgment on his face. 

“Summer camp. In 1927. I can’t remember what it was called, but I do remember that there was a lake.” Bucky recalled. He remembered that summer camp. 

He’d been ten, and sleeping in a cot in a huge tent with other boys. They swam together, ate together, got changed together. He made a lot of friends, he thinks. None of those friendships lasted, obviously, most likely due to the lack of communication options in the time period. 

He felt himself zoning out as he found the memory.

There was a lake. A large tent. A mess hall for them to eat in. Trails for hiking. Places for crafts. Things like working with leather and crafting knives. Typical 1927 boy stuff.

Something happened at that camp. Something did, he was sure of it. He couldn’t remember if it was good or bad. No, whatever had happened there was definitely bad. Something told him that his brain was blocking it off for now for a reason.

He did know that he had started to realize that he was gay there. He’d never fully understand that until seven years later, but that summer had kickstarted the whole thing. 

What the hell had happened there that he couldn’t remember?

“Yeah? How was that?” Sam chuckled, snapping Bucky from his thoughts. They treaded the water, facing each other. They were a comfortable three feet apart.

“Fine. We were all butt-naked and it counted as bathing, but fine.” Bucky said, purposefully being expressionless.

Sam couldn’t keep himself from breaking into a smile. “Man, it’s like every time I talk to you, you just drop some random detail that throws off my entire day.” Sam laughs. Bucky grins, too, his lack of a shirt long forgotten.

“Okay, well, how did you learn to swim?” Bucky asked after a long moment of laughter. 

“Right here. I think I was five or six.” Sam grinned.

“You learned to swim here?” Bucky echoes. Sam nods.

“I grew up here, man.” Sam reminds him. 

Bucky nods, reminding himself of that.

“There were hiking trails, and the stars were beautiful. Yeah, we had pollution too, but not like now. You could see the stars every night, there.�� Bucky murmured. He remembered that. The stars—there was one trail, that led to a field where there weren’t any trees and it was the best place to stargaze.

“Yeah?” Sam looked at Bucky, and Bucky tried his hardest not to stare at his chest.

He nodded. “Mhm.” 

“I can’t say it’s the same as 1930s summer camp, but the stars are pretty nice out here, too.” Sam raised a brow a little, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh, yeah?” Bucky felt a grin on his own face.

“Yeah. Y’know, I think Sarah’s got some camp chairs. If you want, you and I could see how it compares.” Sam said, a shameless look in his eyes.

Bucky smirked softly, before nodding. “We’ll see if it’s as good as it used to be.”

a/n: yeah uh I did actually combine the last couple of prompts but uhm merry Christmas

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