#soft!sambucky

[logicheartsoul]

Closeups of Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Staring at the Other from Deleted Scenes from the trailers of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

[uhsolikethis]

At the start of Sam and Buckys relationship, things are a little rocky because Sam's love language is quality time, which is weird for Bucky because people usually don't want to be around him (unless they want to hurt him) so he's used to being alone.

Buckys love language is acts of service, which is weird for Sam because he's usually the one doing everything for others at the cost of his own mental health, so he's used to being independent.

Eventually they work things out.

[soliloquent-stark]

🍀 maybe love was always near by soliloquent

4,6k words // pairing: bucky barnes & sam wilson

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“Bucky doesn’t think anything of it until the day Torres decides to open his mouth and make things awkward.

They’re friends, and co-workers, and now roommates. It’s not weird.”

or: Five times Sam and Bucky’s friends wrongly assume they’re dating and one time they get it right.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Soft, Warm Tortilla Baby

@amethyst-loves-bucky brought this to my attention and I had to make a fic based on it, I just had to. So, be prepared for some domestic, tooth-rotting fluff! Also, this is for @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 for the prompt "Cookout". Enjoy! 🥰

Soft, Warm Tortilla Baby

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1.5K |

Summary: A baby bird is found during a Wilson Family Cookout.

Excerpt:

Bucky almost lost track of what he was doing. He couldn’t stop staring at Sam and thinking – how did I land such a heaven sent hunk? “Bucky?” Bucky. Snapped out of his dazed thoughts, focusing on Sam’s words; on Sam. And, yes, Gideon and Sarah were definitely laughing at him, but whatever. Bucky got lost in Sam’s mere presence sometimes. Leave Bucky alone. “Y – yeah. Right. Uh. We have a bird problem,” Bucky announced. “A bird problem?” asked Sarah curiously. “Is that code for something?” stage-whispered Gideon. “It’s – it’s a baby bird. I think it’s a baby Barn Owl? Maybe?” explained Bucky, and Sam was immediately taking him seriously now, “I don’t know birds as well as you. But the baby fell from the tree and the baby’s alive. She’s breathing. Or he. I’m not sure, I didn’t get a proper look. I didn’t want to get too close. But I think the baby’s been orphaned – I saw a nest, but it looked in bad shape. What should we do?”

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[firstelevens]

nothing sweeter than my baby (now on AO3)

sam/bucky | rated t | 12k words

“I know the romance is dead,” Sam says as he hits play, absently fiddling with Bucky’s hair, “but, uh, maybe don’t go poking around my sock drawer, if that’s something you were thinking of doing.”

“Got it,” Bucky says solemnly. “No sock retrieval missions, even if you have stolen at least ten pairs from me.”

“I’m glad we understand each other,” says Sam.

Sam thinks about a job offer and then thinks about making an offer of his own.

A follow-up fic to sugar pie, honey bunch.

[m0rim00]

Some Sambucky Summer Camp Au stuff

[mystic-insightss]

idea that just came to me like a prophetic vision in the middle of the day where house husband bucky figures out social media and makes an anonymous blog where he talks about the things he does during the day (sometimes catering his content towards coping mechanisms for people who also struggle with trauma & figuring out how to occupy themselves) and fun little things he does to make his and sam’s apartment look nice and sometimes he just posts little things about sam and how happy he makes bucky and he gains an unexpected popularity online and he starts connecting with other people in similar situations and he has hobbies and interests that he loves and he’s happy and sam’s happy and they are fluffy and wonderful and nothing is wrong in the world because they are so happy together

[tyoho8]

Wattpad recs!! i need wattpad recs!!

bucky barnes related!

i’ve read all of woolfhoundss stuff! I’m a sucker for vampire and dbf!bucky

[siancore]

After the smoke settles and the screams die down. After the battle is over and those who fought on the right side of history bury their dead and care for their wounded. After the news reports and unsolicited opinions of those who had never taken a stand in their lives are forgotten. They find each other again in the aftermath. In the twilight; in the soft light. In the warmth of the other's forgiving embrace.

I drew this for the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 Loving Card - Square Fill: Angst with a Happy Ending. How I imagine Sam and Bucky reunite after the Divorce Era.

[wenellyb]

I love that we got a whole show about Sam and Bucky but I'll never forget the feeling of watching Sambucky interactions in Avengers: Endgame.

Obviously Sam and Bucky shared scenes because they have a common friend, Steve and also because Sebastian and Anthony have great chemistry together but the writers could have chosen to have them do funny scenes like in Captain America Civil War, where they had these funny one liners and buddie cop movie dynamic.

But no, what did they choose to do? They chose to put two very serious and soft scenes and showed how Sam and Bucky were there for eachother.

Sam comforting Bucky at Tony's funeral.

And Bucky reassuring Sam when Sam didn't know what to do after Steve gave him the shield.

And then THE LOOK! The Sambucky look that could convince any non-shippers.

I just know there was a Sambucky shipper in that writing room and they gave us everything!

[heyitsyav]

All yours to take - a Sambucky fic

Rating: E | 12.5k words | complete

Excerpt:

Sam is standing by the open fridge, making a great racket with the various bottles crowding the middle shelf, but Bucky’s eyes are drawn towards the floor, because Sam is still barefoot, still has his jeans rolled halfway up his calves, and he looks so damn soft it makes Bucky feel – as the kids put it these days – some kinda way.

Fills the "Cook-out" square for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo

Read it on AO3

[questinwitchface]

Happy Birthday, Cher

Summary: Bucky surprises Sam with a vacation for his birthday. Follows "Pet Names" and "Sam and Bucky Discover that KYJ Is a Thing," but this is a standalone fic, you don't need to read the others to get it.

A fluffy, smutty fic to celebrate Sam's birthday! SamBucky, Rated E, Multichapter WIP fic. Here's a snippet:

“Hey Sammy,” Bucky murmurs before kissing Sam’s cheek. Sam grumbles but doesn’t open his eyes. He rolls over enough to wrap his arms around Bucky’s neck and pull Bucky down until he’s half-on-top of Sam like an extremely weighted blanket. Bucky laughs and crawls the rest of the way on top of him, straddling Sam’s hips and wrapping his arms around Sam’s torso, his fingers digging under Sam’s bare shoulders. Bucky’s hair tickles Sam’s nose, but it smells clean, like he had just washed it. Sam can’t be bothered to lift his arm to move Bucky’s hair away. Sam breathes deep in spite of Bucky’s weight on his chest. Sam’s almost fallen back asleep when Bucky speaks again. “Sammy, sugar, you gotta wake up,” Bucky coaxes. “No,” Sam groans, still trying to avoid the clarity of consciousness. Bucky’s so warm, and if he’ll just stay quiet for a minute or two, Sam could slip peacefully back to sleep. “No?” Bucky asks, mischief in his voice. He drops a kiss to Sam’s other cheek, his hair flopping down and tickling Sam’s forehead. “But we have plans today.” He kisses Sam’s nose. “Cancel the plans,” Sam mumbles even as Bucky continues peppering his cheeks and nose and forehead with soft kisses. His stubble scratches Sam’s skin, and Sam feels an involuntary smile spreading across his face. It’s not often that Bucky wakes Sam up in the morning, and the combination of soft-tickle hair, scratch-tickle stubble, and breath-tickle kisses is undeniably sweet, even if Sam would rather be sleeping. “We can't cancel the plans, bumblebee,” Bucky says before kissing Sam’s chin, bumping his nose against Sam’s lips. Sam kisses the tip of his nose before Bucky moves away, and he can hear Bucky’s grin when he says, “I've been working on these plans for three months.” Sam finally opens his eyes at that, meeting Bucky’s icy blue eyes. Sam rubs the sleep from his eyes and blinks a few times to bring Bucky into focus. Bucky’s got that sneaky look on his face that spells trouble, but the warm affection in his eyes softens the expression. “C’mon, doll, I can’t cancel just because you’ve decided to sleep in for the first time since I met you,” Bucky continues. “Any other time, and you know I’d let you sleep.” Sam turns his head and yawns, and Bucky takes advantage by kissing the soft spot just below Sam’s ear. “If you’ve had these plans for months, why am I just now hearing about it?” Sam asks when he turns back to meet Bucky’s eyes. Bucky grins. “You do remember what tomorrow is, right?”

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[tomoeakatsuki]

Sambucky/Winterfalcon before TFATWS:

Full of fluff, Bucky recovering and being soft, Sam being quite sarcastic but caring deeply and helping Bucky in every step.

Sambucky/Winterfalcon after TFATWS:

Pure chaos.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, catching up on the latest season of Drag Race and finding all the Paramount+ and MTV commercials for their shows to be fascinatingly bad.

[firstelevens]

midnight driving with the windows down (chapter seven)

sam/bucky | au | rated t | 25k words (7/12 chapters)

The summer break shenanigans continue, now with embarrassing stories, uncles on babysitting duty, and an abundance of snack foods.

Eleven moments in ten cities with the Stark Motors Formula One Team.

chapter 7 on AO3 | start from the beginning

[livingincolorsagain]

Hey a! For the SamBucky ask - either 🛥️ Meanwhile, on the Boat... or 💕 Who Fell First please

hey mexi! thanks for the ask and for this very fun ask game! <33

(i know you said or but why choose when i can do both?)

from this list: SamBucky Romance Asks

Sam isn’t sure how they got here.

The day started normal enough. No urgent calls in the middle of the night, no world-ending catastrophes, not even the odd nightmare they both still get sometimes.

Scratch that, the day started incredibly well, actually. Sam let himself sleep in, and was awakened near noon with soft brushes of lips and the rasp of a beard against his neck, Bucky’s deep voice in his ear, his hand slipping under Sam’s loose t-shirt, then lower and lower.

They didn’t leave the bed for another hour.

Now, with the sun in the middle of the sky and burning bright, Sam is standing on the boat, hand on his hips, staring incredulously at Bucky, who has his arms crossed across his chest and a stubborn expression on his face.

“What,” Sam asks again, “are you talking about?”

“I fell first.”

Sam takes in a deep breath. “No.”

Bucky’s face gets a little redder, and Sam doesn’t know if it’s the sun or his indignation.

“What do you mean, no? I’m telling you!”

“It doesn’t make sense. You didn’t even want to talk to me for six months!”

Bucky’s face does a complicated thing, and something twists painfully in Sam’s stomach.

“I did,” Bucky says softly, a little brokenly. “Want to talk to you. I wanted to see you. I just… didn’t think it was good for you. Thought you were checking on me outta pity.”

“Pity for myself, maybe,” Sam says, looking away at the open ocean, something bitter burning its way through him.

The day is beautiful, endless blue skies, gentle waves rocking the boat and a light breeze, the world quiet and safe for a change, and here they are, arguing about something that doesn’t even matter, opening up old wounds like they don’t know how to let go of the hurt.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, because it doesn’t; it shouldn’t.

Bucky makes a frustrated noise and steps closer to Sam. And when Sam doesn’t turn to him, he says, “Hey, look at me.”

With a sigh, Sam does. Bucky’s face keeps doing these fleeting complicated things, so many emotions trying to make it to the surface.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “for every second I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I can’t take it back, no matter how much I wish I could, but I can promise that it won’t ever happen again, that I’ll always be there for you from now on. Long as you want me, sweetheart, because I’ve loved you long before I knew what it was, long before I knew I ever could.”

Sam’s vision gets a little blurry, his breath catching in his chest as he bites his lip to hold back the pitiful sound trying to escape.

Bucky’s hands come up to cup his face, his touch so tender it hurts. “Hey, no, don’t cry. Lord, this is not at all going how I wanted.”

And that makes Sam laughs. “And what were you trying to do?”

Bucky sighs, letting his hands drop to Sam’s waist and pulling him closer. “Was trying to be romantic, had this big romantic speech ready, then ya started arguing with me. Should’ve known better, really.”

Sam snorts, head resting on Bucky’s chest and arms around his waist.

It’s a little too hot for them to be standing this close, with the sun beating down on them, but this closeness was a reassurance Sam cannot step away from. Something he’s been craving long before he realized it, or wanted to admit it.

And now, it doesn’t matter who wanted it first, because they both have it, and that’s all that matters.

Still, though—

“I fell first,” Sam says.

“You’re wrong,” Bucky says, voice cracking with humor, “but that’s okay. At least you’re pretty.”

Sam gives his side a pinch for that.