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firstelevens · 1 month ago

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sambucky + “stubborn” for your consideration!

this screenshot was the first thing I saw from the Thunderbolts trailer and unfortunately I was perfectly positioned to have a brainwave about it. now it's a fic. bon appetit.

( read it on AO3 )

As it so often has these days, one in the morning finds Sam crawling around on the kitchen floor, mapping out a pattern in subway tiles. Tonight, he’s gone for herringbone, a choice that he regretted as soon as he started. There’s a legal pad on the floor beside him, covered in notes about angled cuts and tile wastage, and he’s still not sure the pattern looks the way it should. There are probably YouTube videos about this exact thing, but this is the first night in weeks that Sam can’t just blast a home improvement video from his phone at any given hour.

He pushes off the floor and stands to get a look at the pattern he laid out—his knees protest, which he doesn’t have time to be concerned about—and huffs in disappointment. The tiles are far too chunky for the design, the angled set looking more like a mistake than an artistic choice. It might come through if Sam was willing to tile the whole kitchen that way, but it makes his head spin to consider how much tile would be wasted if he did.

He’s still frowning down at the pattern when the creak of the staircase landing lets him know that he’s about to have company. Apparently, not even Bucky’s stealth is a match for hardwood floors in a hundred year old house, and after a moment, he appears in the kitchen doorway.

“Sam,” he says, his voice still hoarse from sleep, “why the hell are you still up?”

His hair is a fluffy mess, caught in an awkward growing-out stage, and he’s wearing a sweatshirt from some charity event that Kamala had wheedled them into attending last month, and he’s just bleary enough that all Sam has to do is hold out a hand before Bucky is taking it and allowing himself to be reeled in. He lets out a quiet oof when he collides with Sam’s shoulder, but immediately readjusts, slipping his arms around Sam’s waist and resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder.

“How are you gonna shake off your jet lag if you don’t get some sleep?” asks Sam. “If you fall asleep mid-conversation at lunch with Joaquín tomorrow, I’m never letting you live it down.”

“I’m over a hundred years old, Sam; I can nap whenever I damn well please.”

“You could also sleep in our bedroom at night like a normal person.”

Bucky snorts. “Are we pretending to have normal sleep schedules now?”

“Shut up, it’s aspirational,” says Sam. “Just like all those kitchen Pinterest boards are about to be if I can’t figure out this stupid tile arrangement.”

“That’s because you’re basically sleepwalking.”

“If you’re just gonna be quippy about it, you can take your ass right back up to bed,” snaps Sam. “We’re already running behind schedule, and I need these tiles set before the guy comes to install the stove, and we bought all these decorative pieces and we had a plan for all of it, but I can’t for the life of me remember how the designer at the tile showroom made it work, and if I can’t, that’s another three weeks.”

He feels Bucky’s arms retreat from around his waist and immediately regrets it. It’s not Bucky’s fault that Sam’s brain isn’t working right now, just like it isn’t his fault that Team Cap got called in at the crack of dawn today to deal with a squadron of rogue androids wreaking havoc in Chicago.

“Sorry, Buck,” he says, scrubbing a hand down his face and turning in the direction of Bucky’s footsteps. “This is the third catastrophe of the week, and I just– what are you doing?”

Bucky shrugs at Sam as he turns on the tap and fills the electric kettle with water. “What does it look like, birdie? I’m making tea.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m not gonna sleep unless you come to bed, and you’re not gonna come to bed until you figure out how to make this tile pattern work. I don’t solve my problem until I solve yours.”

“There’s that romance I’ve been missing,” says Sam, his voice flat.

He gets a raised eyebrow in response. “Romance? Is that what you call staying downstairs to do math instead of coming up to bed when your partner just got back from a month-long mission?”

“It was barely three weeks,” scoffs Sam, like he hadn’t kept up a running tally of days until Bucky’s return. “And your so-called mission was to Wakanda, where you spent most of your time playing with baby goats and being nosy about Shuri’s experiments.”

“And that was very hard, very lonely work,” says Bucky, flicking the kettle on and turning to grab mugs out of the cabinet. He sets them on the counter, then drops in a tea bag each from the fancy wooden caddy that Joaquín got them as a housewarming present. “I pined for you, Samuel.”

“I’m sure you did,” says Sam. He decides to leave Bucky to it and turns back to the tiles, halfway to kneeling on the floor again before Bucky makes a disapproving noise from behind him. He huffs and looks over his shoulder, straightening up again. “What now, Barnes?”

“You keep at it like this and your knees and back are gonna give you trouble for the next month.”

Sam crosses his arms, more annoyed at Bucky being right than anything else. “How else do I make this puzzle work? It’s not going to make sense unless I can move the pieces myself.”

In retrospect, it’s gracious of Bucky to not point out that crawling on his hands and knees didn’t do much to make it make sense, either. In the moment, he just says, “Give me a second,” and disappears down the hallway again, turning into the family room.

When he reappears a moment later, he has two couch cushions in his hand, dropping them both at Sam’s feet. “Knock yourself out,” he says, gesturing to the tiles on the floor.

“Oh,” says Sam, blinking down at the pillows. He doesn’t know why he didn’t think of that earlier. “Thanks, baby.”

Bucky just hums in acknowledgment. “At least this way we don’t have to put out a press statement about you getting injured in a fight with kitchen decor.”

“Shut up,” says Sam, but it’s much softer now. He kneels on the cushion in front of him and sets to work again, referring to his legal pad and trying to make sense of the tile layout one more time.

On the other side of the island, he can hear Bucky pouring the hot water into their mugs. A second later, he hears the click and swoosh of something gliding across a smooth surface, followed by the thwack of two coasters sliding over the edge of the counter and landing on the floor. One of them skids far enough on the landing to end up on Sam’s tiles, and though he flicks it out of the way, it makes a familiar fondness bloom in his chest.

“Why are you pelting me with coasters? I know your mother raised you better than that.”

“She did,” says Bucky, coming around the counter. “Which is why I would never put these mugs on these ‘original hardwoods’ that you love so much.”

Sam makes a face. Being excited about original hardwood floors in a house from 1910 is normal and he won’t be shamed for it. “And you couldn’t just, I don’t know, carry over the coasters like a normal person?”

“Then I’d have to make two trips,” Bucky says. “I’m being efficient, Sam.”

“You’re being lazy, is what that is,” says Sam. He reaches up to take one of the mugs as Bucky sits down beside him.

“I prefer to think of it as saving my energy for important things,” says Bucky, setting aside his tea. “Like saving the world. Or ravishing my partner after yearning for him for weeks on end.”

Sam tries to nudge Bucky, but three years of partnership and supersoldier reflexes mean that Bucky almost never catches a ‘stop being corny’ elbow—although when he does, he makes sure to whine about it for far too long. “All that yearning and you still couldn’t bring me my own Border Tribe blanket?”

“That thing is enormous, Sam; why would we need two?”

“What if I want to curl up in a chair on my own?”

Bucky snorts. “Then I assume you’ll just steal the blanket, the same way you always do at night.”

Unfortunately, it’s an accusation backed up by hard evidence, so Sam has no defense against it, except to say, “What do you even need the blankets for? You’re like a furnace; you’ve got the serum.”

“And what do you even need the blankets for when you’ve got me?”

Sam can see the corners of Bucky’s mouth turning up just slightly, and he opts not to give him the satisfaction of a laugh. “You better be glad you didn’t say that back in Delacroix, because Sarah would never let you hear the end of it.”

“You say that like you’re not going to tell her about this on the phone tomorrow.”

He can’t argue with that, so he doesn’t, turning back to the tiles and the legal pad instead. Bucky watches him work in silence for a bit, drawn-out enough that Sam is itching to break it. It’s easy to forget that even before Bucky was the Winter Soldier, he spent his army career waiting out the enemy from a sniper’s nest, and he can play chicken with the best of them. Three years of partnership has built up Sam’s tolerance, too, though, and when he stays silent, it’s Bucky who finally cracks.

“So should we talk about why you’re this worried about a bunch of tiles? And don’t tell me that anything worth doing is worth doing well. Tile-arranging in the dead of night is not something worth doing.”

“Maybe I just take pride in the things I do,” says Sam, but it sounds surly even to him.

“Of course you do,” says Bucky. “That’s hardly news. But don’t pretend this is the same thing as you getting up at the crack of dawn to work on the boat. This is something else.”

Sam frowns, looking down at the tiles that he’s been staring at for hours. He’s quiet for a long moment, but Bucky doesn’t rush him. There’s no answer that Sam can come up with, really, not one that would be remotely satisfactory.

“I can’t just want this to be done? It can’t just be that I want to check it off the list now and not later?”

“Is that what’s going on, though?”

“Maybe,” says Sam, shrugging.

“So we’ll just tile the whole kitchen the same way,” says Bucky, his voice light. “No backsplash pattern at all. Then we’ll be done.”

“It’s not that easy,” he says.

“Why not?” asks Bucky. “It’s our house, and we have a timeline to stick to, right? If the design is slowing us down, we can skip it.”

“It won’t be the same, though,” says Sam. “It won’t be right.”

Anyone else would be polite enough to leave it at that, but Sam had to go and fall in love with the stubbornest asshole he knows. “What, we don’t get to pick what’s right?”

“We already picked this,” Sam says, his voice sharp. “We picked the design and all the details, and where it would sit, and how long it would take for us to be done. We decided that this is what home should look like. We should be able to have the thing we want.”

And it’s not like Sam can’t hear himself. It’s not like he doesn’t know that his late nights of tile arranging and testing wood finishes aren’t the healthiest choices he could make. He’s just been able to ignore that until now, because for all this time, he’s had something to do and a deadline to do it by, whether it was androids to punch or a sink to order.

He hasn’t let himself think of stopping and what that means, not until right now, with Bucky’s gaze heavy on him and the quiet of the kitchen broken by a murmured, “Oh, sweetheart.”

Sam still doesn’t let himself look up, skimming his fingers over the tiles in their pattern. “I just want it to look like we wanted,” he says softly. His thoughts drift to the office upstairs, the classified files in the secret compartment of Bucky’s desk, and the lump in his throat is immediate. “So anyone who sees it knows that it’s a home. So they know that it’s our home.”

Bucky sighs, and then there’s some shuffling before he’s pulling on the sleeve of Sam’s t-shirt. “Come here, baby.”

A quick peripheral glance reveals that Bucky’s back is resting against the island cabinets now, and his arms are open. In any other circumstance, Sam might be embarrassed by how fast he moves, but he can’t bring himself to care. He lets himself be hauled into Bucky’s arms and manhandled into a more comfortable sitting position, his back to Bucky’s chest and Bucky’s arms curled protectively around him.

“Sammy, sweetheart,” says Bucky, “I don’t know what world you’re living in where it’s not already obvious that this is our house. Our dining room has purple walls, Sam. Purple. The whole room. I’ll tell you right now, nobody’s walking into that room and imagining anything except the truth.”

“It’s maroon, you heathen, and it’s a nice color,” says Sam, his voice still a little watery.

“It is,” Bucky agrees. “It’s nice, and you chose it, and every time I look at it, I’m going to think of how you told the girl at the paint counter that your man had old fashioned taste but no budget constraints, and she thought you were someone’s sugar baby redecorating their love nest.”

“That wasn’t as funny as you thought it was,” Sam says. Then, because he’s sleep deprived and his brain to mouth filter is gone, he adds: “And for the record, I’d be a great sugar baby. My taste is expensive as hell.”

“Yeah, Sam, you’re a real material girl.”

Sam frowns. “I should never have let Sarah teach you about Madonna.”

“I’d like to see you try to stop Sarah from doing anything,” says Bucky, with a snort.

“I’m sure it’ll happen plenty when I’m back down in Delacroix,” says Sam, and he feels Bucky’s arms tense. “Maybe the boys can record it for you.”

“Maybe,” echoes Bucky. He’s quiet for a long moment before he says, “I haven’t talked to them yet. I don’t know how to explain myself. I thought it might get easier when I came back stateside, but it just feels more overwhelming now.”

Sam covers Bucky’s hands with his own, giving them a squeeze. “You just have to tell them it’s the same as any mission. We go out there, we do something scary but important, and then we come back home. It’s all fine as long as you come back home.”

“I know,” Bucky says. “Just this one thing, and then we’ll both be back home.”

“Uh-huh,” says Sam.

“Just one thing,” repeats Bucky, “and then we’ll both be here, and it’ll be home, and it won’t be because of the backsplash or the baseboards. It’ll be because it’s you and me. That’s home.”

Sam doesn’t bother to hide his sniffle this time. “Just that, huh?”

“You’ve got no idea, songbird,” says Bucky, tucking his face against Sam’s neck. “The two of us? You looking at me and actually seeing me? I think that was home even before I remembered what home was.”

He feels himself go very still as his brain makes sense of Bucky’s words, thinks of stilted conversation on a train platform and scowls exchanged in a rearview mirror. It’s not even worth trying to stop his eyes welling up.

“What the hell, Bucky?” Sam croaks, swiping at the tears. “Is this you making me feel better?”

“What?” asks Bucky, smiling against Sam’s neck. “No good?”

Sam shakes his head.

“Sorry, honey,” says Bucky, with a conciliatory kiss to Sam’s pulse point. “How ‘bout a distraction instead?”

With another sniffle: “What kind of distraction?”

The last thing that Sam is expecting is for Bucky to reach out and point at the tiles, now slightly askew with Sam and Bucky’s readjustments and their legs being sprawled out in front of them.

“What, you want to do math?”

“Not exactly.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “Then what?”

“First, I want you to remember we’re so in love that it made you tear up a second ago. Just keep that in your head for a second.”

“Bucky.”

“What, you don’t want to think about how far we’ve come?”

“Bucky.”

“Fine, but you’re going to hate it,” says Bucky. When Sam waves a hand for him to continue, he takes a deep breath and says, “I think I solved your tile thing.”

“No, you didn’t,” says Sam.

Behind him, Bucky shifts a little, then uses his foot to nudge one of the tiles out of its overlap with its neighbor, knocking it out of the herringbone shape. Then, he nudges it again so the short side of one tile sits flush against the long side of another. Straight on, it’s a right angle, but rotated forty-five degrees, it’s…

“Fuck off, I know that didn’t happen,” says Sam, pushing up onto his knees to get a better look. He leans over and replicates the pattern with four more tiles just below it: a perfect herringbone, and tight enough from the offset that the pattern is clear even with a handful of tiles. “What the hell? Was it that easy this whole time?”

“I mean…”

Sam covers his face with his hands. “Maybe you were right,” he says, but it’s garbled behind his hands.

“I don’t speak Dwarvish; can you repeat that?” asks Bucky, and Sam elbows him just because, but then he lets Bucky take his hand and lead him up to bed anyway.

#sambucky #shoutout to everyone who voted 'countertop' in that one poll; this one's for you!#'whiteboard' voters you will have your day soon I swear #I will probably revise this before it goes on ao3 but there you go #my fic #prompts from emma coming in clutch as usual

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questionableratatouille00 · 5 months ago

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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!

#sbsummer2024 #sambucky #sam and bucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sam wilson x bucky barnes #winterfalcon

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wikiangela · 7 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @aroeddiediaz @underwaterninja13 @nmcggg @ladydorian05 thank you <33

How many works do you have on ao3?

right now it's 90! (57 of these are 911 lol)

What's your total ao3 word count?

535,450

What fandoms do you write for?

currently just 911, but I have some destiel and sambucky fics and who knows, I might get back to them at some point haha

Top 5 fics by kudos:

For a holiday (and forevermore)

I can't love you any more (than I do now)

I'd marry you with paper rings

the next best thing

There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other)

(they're all buddie and I just noticed that the top 4 are all over 1k kudos?? when did that happen lmao)

Do you respond to comments?

I do! sometimes it takes me a while bc i get lowkey overwhelmed lol but I always do!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

there's not a lot bc I prefer happy or hopeful endings, but I guess by post 6x10 fics? Fine and don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came idk lol

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of my fics have happy endings, but I guess I'd say For a holiday (and forevermore)

Do you get hate on fics?

not really? got like one or two not very nice comments but generally no haha

Do you write smut?

yes I do 😁 not often and it always takes me forever but I do have two smut fics in the works (one buddie, one bucktommy lol)

Craziest crossover?

don't have any

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you co-written a fic before?

All time favorite ship?

buddie

(ngl, bucktommy is a veeeeery close second rn🙈)

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

there's two that have been fighting me for so long they're lowkey abandoned now and tbh I don't know if I still want to finish them? one is a 5+1 nicknames, and the other just a silly idea about eddie flirting with buck since they met but buck being veeeery oblivious lol

What are your writing strengths?

I think (usually) I'm pretty good at staying true to the characters and not making them too ooc (and I know when it's ooc, okay, I have one wip rn where I just don't give a fuck, I'm writing it anyway lol), and I can get into their heads pretty well. Also I think I'm good at the cute fluffy stuff lol idk

What are your writing weaknesses?

there's probably a lot lol - rn the one that comes to mind is descriptions probably, which is why writing fanfic where we have established characters and settings is so much easier than og stuff haha

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't mind it but I don't do it a lot aside from a pet name here and there bc I just don't wanna get anything wrong lol

First fandom you wrote in?

for tv shows supernatural, but before that I did write rpf which i just wanna forget about lol

Favorite fic you've written?

rn it's three:

we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide) - my tommy pov fic <3

I'm comin' back, don't let me go - buck driving/breakdown fic

baby, you drive me wild - car smut - might not be my best but it's my fave smut lol

tags: @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @evanbegins

@wildlife4life @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway

@spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks

@rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon

@jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @theotherbuckley @daffi-990

@hoodie-buck @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard

#wikiangela writes #20 questions #writer questions #fic writer #my fics #writing tag game

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thatmexisaurusrex · 3 months ago

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I’d like 👑 from the sambucky summer prompt, thank you!

SamBucky Summer Ficlet Prompts

Oooh, good choice! Enjoy!

No Time to Explain

Bucky Barnes wouldn't say that his usual housesitting experience included the mysterious appearance of a New Orleans hometown hero (well, Delacroix, technically, but from how Stevie talked about it, New Orleans claimed the new Captain America as their own because Delacroix was close enough and it wasn't as if the new Cap didn't frequent the city).

Picking up the mail for someone.

Mowing the lawn.

Doing laundry.

Those things were what Bucky was used to when he housesat for his good friend Steve Rogers whenever Stevie did an artist residency elsewhere.

Not.

Captain America knocking on the back door.

The full window, sliding doors back door of Stevie's home.

Where Captain America could see Bucky in only underwear as Bucky ate from the ice cream tub.

In the middle of the night.

Damn.

Talk about bad first impressions.

Bucky.

Placed his spoon down next to the half gallon of Blue Bell Dr. Pepper Float ice cream on the counter.

Before.

Thinking twice.

And.

Putting the lid back onto the ice cream, placing it back in the freezer before dropping the spoon in the sink.

Never breaking eye contact with Captain America as Bucky slowly walked over to the sliding door and let Cap in.

Because.

What was Bucky going to do?

Not let Captain America into Stevie's home?

The man knocked.

"Hi, uh. Mr. America? Or Captain? Cap? Hi - " Bucky started to say before he saw Captain America take off his cowl-mask-thing and oh my god, that was Stevie's neighbor.

And ex.

And the really cute guy Bucky kept fumbling with every time Bucky saw him.

"Sam?" said Bucky, gaping as he watched Sam Wilson, who was apparently Captain America, making a beeline to Stevie's cabinets and - and was he throwing a pocket knife taped under a shelf to Bucky?

How had Bucky not known there was a pocket knife there?

"No time. The Death-Throws are coming. Can you defend yourself?" asked Sam, taking a big, even breath before putting the cowl back on.

"I mean, yeah, but - but you're - ?" Bucky started as he opened the pocket knife, preparing for a fight.

"We'll talk later. Just - we can't let them get to Steve's game closet, okay?"

What the hell was in Stevie's game closet?

No time to explain, though.

Bucky trusted Sam.

He trusted Captain America.

"Got it, Cap," said Bucky as he watched shadowy figures hopping over the fence into Stevie's backyard.

And Bucky didn't know what was happening; what he had gotten himself into; what Sam and Stevie were entangled in.

But he was going to help.

#sbsummer2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky ficlet #celebrity au #civilian bucky barnes #captain america sam wilson #my fics #No Time to Explain

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abarbaricyalp · 3 months ago

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🃏 - Are you joking right now? For the SamBucky ask.

🃏 - Are you joking right now? I feel like this is a phrase that gets passed around between them quite often

There was a book that Sam read to the boys that made them screech with laughter, even as Cass got older and AJ got more discerning. It was about a maid who took things literally (which would be a joke in the book where she stole items away). Even Bucky found it amusing when the author managed to find a turn of phrase he hadn't thought of. Also, he just liked the sound of Sam reading with an exaggerated posh accent and feigned shock.

In reality, Bucky liked literal people a whole lot less, especially when it was some wizard who was such a caricature that it almost had to be on purpose. He even said bippity-boppity.

Bippity-boppity fame, let's play a game. What's in a name? Bippity-boppity lame.

Whatever the hell that meant. That wasn't even a spell. Still, all that glowy-magic-shit had swooshed around the air and all of a sudden, nothing was as it seemed. Where Bishop had just been standing, there was a hawk with robotic eyes. A disgustingly large spider had appeared where he'd last seen Belova, and Khan had turned into...a mini galaxy?

What the fuck?

Bucky did a quick scan of himself and was thrilled to find he was still apparently human. It wasn't until he tried to take a step and nearly face planted in the ground that he realized his feet had become frozen to the ground. And when he threw his hands up to brace his fall, ice and snow shot from his palms.

"Sam!" he called out, breath fogging in front of his face. "What the hell are we dealing with?"

Bucky wasn't sure why he was surprised to hear the rustling of feathers. He turned on his heel, breaking more ice in the process, and looked at Sam, who had been right on his six just a handful of seconds ago.

Now a giant bird stood there, shaking out wings and puffing a chest, all of which were colored like his Cap uniform, blues and reds and whites that still cut an impressive figure on a bird's body. A bright star of feathers expanded and contracted as he breathed.

"Oh, you have got to be joking," Bucky breathed. At least he wasn't an eagle, Bucky supposed.

"Fix them!" he called up to the wizard. "I'm not dealing with this bullshit!"

"Winter Soldier, what to do, what to do? You're in charge. That's new," the wizard called back, voice echoing around the cavern they were in. Because of course the ridiculous wizard had a cavern. "Are you sure? Are you going to shoot the cure?" he asked, appearing in front of Bucky long enough for Bucky to swing out, disappearing before Bucky could make contact. A slab of ice fell to the floor and shattered.

Bucky half growled, half shouted. He shook ice from his feet again and bounced on his toes to keep more form forming. When Belova started to move--on too many legs--he held up a hand to her. "Don't even think about it. You stay way over there."

She rolled eight eyes at him, but didn't move closer to him.

"I'm not in charge," he called. He swallowed his pride, squeezed his eyes shut. "You are. Tell me more."

The wizard appeared behind Sam and Bucky whirled around in time to watch Sam propel into the air. The gust of his wings was enough to knock Bucky out of rhythm with his hopping. "Who are they? Who are you? This will be a long day."

"You are so fucking annoying," Bucky snapped. He looked at Sam, who had settled on the ground again. "You're Sam Wilson," he told him. "Son of Paul and Darlene. Brother to Sarah. Uncle to Cass and AJ. You're Captain America. You're my partner, my best friend."

Birds didn't have eyebrows, but it seemed like Sam had raised an eyebrow at him. Nothing happened. Bucky shouted at the ceiling again.

"Yelena Belova. Sister to Natasha. A Black Widow, a savior of Widows. Kate Bishop, Hawkeye, Bishop takes King. Kamala Khan, Miss Marvel, Little Miss New Jersey, ray of cosmic light. Little Avengers. New Avengers. Brat Pack. New Age Heroes. An Annoyance of Heroes. What do you want from me?!"

"Time's up, wrong line up." the wizard said, appearing in front of Bucky to shove him backwards hard. Bucky went flying back, which he wasn't expecting. He hit the rock hard and let the air get knocked out of him. It cleared his head, felt like it realigned him.

"Bucky!" the stars that made up Khan shouted. Bucky didn't know she could do that.

He pushed himself back to his feet and heaved in a breath of freezing air. "Right. I'm Bucky Barnes," he said. "I'm not the one known for saving people, am I?" He touched the wall behind him and sent ice crawling over every surface.

The wizard fell from whatever perch he was on, then scrambled to find his footing. Bucky caught his legs in ice before he could. "If you wanted a fair fight, you should've left Sam in charge of negotiations." He stalked across the ice, hoping he didn't slip because that would put a dent on this whole picture. "Turned me into a snowman or something. Left him with the vocal cords." He put his left hand against the wizard's throat and held his right just over his mouth. "Fix them, or you're gonna lose your vocal cords instead. I won't even have to use ice for it. I'll save that for making sure you can't scream."

"Oh my God?" Bishop squawked. The hawk flew down beside him, hovering for a second before she perched on his shoulder.

"Oh my God, it was just a joke!" the wizard cried, trying to thrash away from Bucky's hold. He popped his knee in the process and let out a string of curse words that definitely didn't rhyme. The old man charade faded off of him, revealing a scrawny teenager, still pockmarked with acne. "Stop, stop, stop!" he cried.

Bishop came out of it first. At least, Bucky noticed it first, because there was suddenly an arm around his throat as she fell off of his shoulder and tried not to hit the ground. They hit the ground anyway.

The ice was gone and the wizard had scrambled away as soon as he could. Belova had crossed her arms over her chest, standing behind Khan by a few steps, pretending not to assess her status. It was kind of ridiculous how well her unimpressed expression had transferred to the spider, actually.

Khan's eyes were bright and she was practically vibrating with excitement. They were never hearing the end of this. Bucky kind of didn't mind the concept. He might've missed her voice when he thought he wouldn't get to hear it again.

"Okay, but can I keep the wings?" Sam asked.

Bucky untangled himself from Bishop so quickly he almost stepped on her hand in doing so. "Sam?" he asked, almost scared to approach.

Sam held out his arms to prove he had them again. If they were alone, it might've acted like a magnet that sprang Bucky up against him. However, they weren't alone. Everyone turned to face the wizard, who was spitting new curses and scrambling to free himself from where Belova had ahold of his wizard's clock collar.

"What was the answer?" Bishop asked. "He said our names. He knew us. We knew ourselves. Well, I knew me. He could've known me better. Really, a newspaper headline?" she asked Bucky over her shoulder.

"There was no answer," the wizard half exclaimed, half sneered. "I was just supposed to distract you."

"Distract us from what?" Belova asked and shook him. "Who are you working with?"

"I don't know!" the wizard defended. "They just gave me a magic relic to do it. I didn't ask questions."

"Uh, guys?" Khan said, from the entrance of the cave. "I think our jet is being stolen?"

Quad identical groans echoed through the cave.

"Come on," Sam called, jogging ahead of everyone. "I'll stall them. You get down as fast as you can."

He got to the edge of the cliff and spread his wings to take to the sky. Bucky watched bits of fabric and feathers flutter in the downdraft. He watched Sam's falcon wings catch the wind, send him a little off course before he corrected.

"Oh, you have seriously got to be fucking joking," he repeated, jogging after Sam. "Khan, restrain him and bring him with us. Can you make a bridge down to the ground? Belova, you go ahead. Bishop, you stay--"

Sam still had wings. Subtly, Bucky pointed his palm down at the ground. He probably was just imagining the tingling against his skin and the way his foot slipped on the rock. Probably.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #i answer things

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katatonicimpression · 3 months ago

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🥃 please 👀

Sambucky Prompt Game

Thank you for the ask!

Captain America and the Winter Soldier walk into a bar.

The bar is a front for an arms dealer.

Some people got shot.

Once they’ve called in the cavalry (i.e. Sharon) and all the arrests have been made, it’s just Sam and Bucky, standing around in this dingy bar. Broken glass covered patches of the floor, chairs lay overturned and the pool table was splintered and torn, having been used as an impromptu shield. But hey, no one had died, and the decor wasn’t that bad.

Sam was sitting at the bar, facing the room and leaning back on his elbows.

“You ready to go?” He asked Bucky, when he emerged from the bathroom.

He shrugged.

“I don’t mind. You wanna stay for a drink?”

Sam wasn’t tired, and this stuff behind the bar was just sitting unused. It would probably end up “confiscated” by some cop eventually. Might as well take their cut.

“Yeah, sure.”

Bucky placed one hand on the bar and vaulted over it, and Sam turned to face him, and snorted a little at the display of effort.

“Hey,” Bucky flirted. “What’s a nice kid like you doing in a place like this?”

“You know I was just asking myself that?”

Bucky smirked, grabbing a cloth from behind the counter and tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned over the bar slightly.

“So, what will it be?”

“What’ve you got?”

“Urm…” Bucky dropped the suave act and looked behind him. “We got scotch and we got bourbon.”

Sam laughed. “Maybe I should have been the bartender. I make a mean manhattan.”

“Yeah, well the whiskey is the only thing here that I trust the look of.”

“Suit yourself.” Sam found himself smiling. “Bourbon then, on the rocks.”

“Coming right up.”

Sam watched Bucky rummage through the glasses before finding some that seemed decent, then look around for the ice. He stared at him absently, lost in the strangeness of the moment. Because when was the last time they’d had a moment like this? When was the last time they just did stuff?

“Cheers.”

Honestly? It tasted alright. Sam had definitely had worse. For his part, Bucky had downed his own glass of the stuff and was already pouring himself another. Sam wondered how much it would take to actually get the man drunk. He was about to ask if he’d ever tried but Bucky spoke first.

“We should go out for drinks.”

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Sam said.

“No, let me take you out.” Bucky placed one hand on the counter and leaned over. “Let me show you a good time, sweetheart.”

“It’s “sweetheart” now, is it?” Sam asked, smiling but deflecting, pretending this wasn’t doing a thing for him.

“It can be.”

Sam took another sip of his drink.

“We’re a little past the first date stage, aren’t we?” He said, teasing, but it was true. They’d been practically living in each other’s pants since that whole business with Karli and Zemo. Sleeping in the same bed most nights. Doing things Sam would usually wait until at least a second date before. Well, maybe after the first if the guy was built like Bucky, who was he kidding.

“I may have gotten a little ahead of myself,” Bucky said, clearly thinking the same thing. “But look at you, can you blame me?”

Once again Sam pretended that this wasn’t charming.

“So, what do you say? A night on the town? You can dress up real pretty and I’ll show you off.”

“Do I get flowers?”

“If you want, Sweetheart.”

There it was again. Goddammit.

“Sure. Sure, let’s do it.”

#sambucky #drabble

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months ago

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Help, i fell down a Marvel rabbit hole.

So the Endgame dilemma with Steve's decision had me thinking about other 'happy places' for Bucky and of course there's the obvious with Sam after TFWS but can we just for a minute think about Bucky maybe refreshing something nice from his time in recovery in Wakanda?

I found not a lot of fics but the thought of Bucky getting back there and kinda warming up with M'Baku again? This pairing just has something to me, especially with the whole grumpy but secretly subby White Wolf meets sarcastic domineering great Gorilla M'Baku...

Why would I help, lmao? I'm at the bottom of a very similar hole. The more the marrier! Welcome to the trash pile 💀💀

All good options, all good options, but I will say, anon, I welcome you to fully embrace the exhilarating option of: completely ignoring the events of Endgame.

As captivating as the idea of subby white wolf and domineering gorilla M'Baku is 😮‍💨... as much as I love all the ship content that has come out of Sebastian's and Mackie's banter as Bucky and Sam... I am weak for stucky. It's 🤌🏻everything about them🤌🏻 The childhood best friends to lovers, the wartime sweethearts, the going against the whole world for each other, the dying for each other, the living for each other.

Okay, so I'm laying my cards fully on the table to say that I hate Endgame, explaining why I like to ignore it. And with that being said, here are some anti-Endgame (some of them also straight up anti-steggy/anti-peggy) related metas that I find thought-provoking that I think you might, too. They're just to kick around the idea if you're interested in a different perspective that comes from what I see as deeper in the fandom (idk how true that is,though, lol)--something you might not have come across yet if you're new to this rabbit hole. Obviously, you don't have to read these, though! And I'm not saying you can't ship sambucky or Bucky x M'Baku. You're totally welcome to! I see the appeal myself 👀

Anyway, here:

Bucky's insecurities

No mourning of Steve

Secrets between Steve & Peggy

Endgame destroying Steve's character

More character destruction

Steve choosing Bucky

More stucky devotion

I'd rather Steve die

The no-homo-ing of gay ships in Hollywood

Steve and loyalty

Steve, the shield, Bucky, and Peggy

Steve's ending doesn't make sense (essay)

The Bucky Steve leaves behind

The look on Bucky's face

Uhh... I may have gotten carried away with the links. Listen, I just feel strongly, okay 💀💀

If you do find any good M'Baku and Bucky fics, feel free to send them my way 👀

#asks #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #anti endgame #meta #bucky x m'baku #sambucky

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siancore · 8 months ago

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Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

I love them because of their chemistry. There’s just something really palpable between them when they’re on the screen together. I also love them because of the way they end up in one another’s orbits. I love the banter, but also the genuine care and respect Sam and Bucky have for one another. Anyhoo, I wrote this. I’ll definitely look at expanding on it if my Dear Readers are interested. Divorce Era SamBucky because we are in it right now. Enjoy!

The throbbing in Sam’s head had grown stronger with each passing moment. He was over their conversation. Bucky was leaving and there was nothing left to say. Sam just wanted to take the Paul & Darlene out on the waters and feel sorry for himself in peace.

“Why’re you still here?”

“Sam, please don’t be like that.”

“Like what? Upset?” asked Sam, noticing that Bucky had the decency to look sheepish. “I don’t have time for this.”

He went below deck, and Bucky followed him, reaching out to take hold of Sam’s upper arm. Sam pulled away.

“Please, Sam,” said Bucky, causing the other man to turn and face him. “Don’t I get to explain myself?”

“Oh, I think you’ve made yourself pretty clear here.”

“Sam.”

“And don’t I get to be upset, uh? Don’t I get to be pissed off at you?”

“Sam.”

“I stuck my neck out for you, time and time again, and you’re still gonna bail on me?”

“I don’t want – I don’t want to leave. I have to.”

“Right.”

“You think I want this? You think I want to be away from you? Like I have a choice.”

Sam sighed and composed himself for how he would respond.

“You of all people know what it means to not have a choice, Bucky. I know that. But this? This is different and you damn well know it. You’re a free agent. No one can dictate what you do. Not anymore. Working with them. Going with them. It’s your choice. You’re choosing to leave.”

Bucky let his head fall before looking up at Sam through his lashes. Silence washed over him. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

“So, now you get quiet on me? You follow me down here and now you’ve got nothing to say?” Sam scoffed as he turned his back. “Just go.”

“No.”

Sam turned back to look at him and repeated, “No?”

“Not until you actually speak to me,” said Bucky, as he inched closer. “Not just scream at me or be pissed off at me. What about me going to work with another team really bothers you?”

He could see the anger and frustration in Sam’s eyes; in the way he squared his shoulders; the way he stared Bucky down.

“Is it a them problem,” Bucky pushed. “Or is it all on you?”

“So, it’s my fault that you wanna run off with a bunch of assholes that you don’t know, to do only God knows what?” Sam retorted, as he lifted his chin defiantly.

“It’s your fault if you don’t say what’s really got your shorts in a twist,” Bucky shot back. “Don’t you trust me to be out there without you or Ayo keepin’ an eye on me?”

Sam narrowed his gaze as an incredulous look spread over his face.

“You know that’s not what I think,” Sam spat back. “How could you even say that?”

Bucky moved closer to Sam, and Sam backed away slightly.

“You think I’m gonna hurt people? Is that it?” asked Bucky.

“I never said that.”

“Think I’m gonna go right off the rails without you reining me back in? Is that it?” asked Bucky, his eyes red-rimmed but so impossibly blue.

“Please. I’m not your fucking keeper,” Sam shot back, pressing a finger to Bucky’s chest. “You make your own decisions. You do what you want. If I really had any say in anything to do with your life, I’d tell you to tell those people to fuck off.”

Bucky snorted out a laugh and it annoyed Sam to his core.

“You sure do got a lotta words for them, uh?” he asked, almost derisively. “But can’t be truthful with me about what you really want from me.”

“I don’t want anything from you, Barnes.”

Bucky narrowed his gaze and inched closer, almost pressing Sam against the wall. He stared into Sam’s eyes, his beautiful eyes, and said, “You’re lying.”

Sam scoffed and said nothing in response.

“Tell me what you want from me,” said Bucky firmly, his breath hot on Sam’s lips.

Sam’s gaze darted from Bucky’s steely eyes to his smart mouth.

“I want things that I can’t have. Things I got no right asking for,” said Sam, his voice shaky. “I want too much from you and that ain’t on you. It’s my problem.”

Bucky moved closer so that they were chest-to-chest, both breathing rapidly, hearts smashing against their ribcages. Bucky’s eyes fell from Sam’s and rested on his perfect lips a beat too long.

He brought his gaze back to Sam’s, stared into his soul, and said, “You want me? Is that it?”

The emotion that swam behind Sam’s eyes was almost too much as he stared silently at Bucky.

“Say it, Sam,” he said, too loud for a whisper, but soft enough that only Sam heard. “If you want me, then tell me you want me.”

Sam bit his bottom lip and tried to steady his breathing. He was almost vibrating out of his skin. He had not wanted it to come to that. To the moment where he would have to crack his soul open and admit to Bucky that he wanted him. To lay it all bare and tell Bucky that he wanted more than just friendship with the other man. To admit that he did not want Bucky to leave because he wanted him to stay there with him; to stay in his family home; to lay with him in his bed; to be his and his only.

He was drawn from his thoughts by the breath that escaped Bucky’s lips as Bucky closed his eyes a moment.

“If you want me like I want you, Sam, you gotta say it,” Bucky said, as he leaned in and rested his brow against Sam’s. “You gotta tell me. I need to hear it. I need –”

“I want you,” said Sam, as he brought his trembling hand up to the back of Bucky’s neck. “I want you.”

Bucky let out this half-relieved, half-disbelieving laugh as he drew back from Sam, cupped his face and stared into his eyes.

“God, I want you, too,” said Bucky. “I want you so much it fucking hurts.”

“Then have me,” said a breathless Sam. “I’m yours, Buck, if you’ll have me.”

The wonderment and hope that Bucky’s eyes radiated seeped into Sam soul. He closed his own eyes and let that hopefulness wash over him before whispering, “If you want me, then stay with me. Please stay with me.”

#sambucky #sambucky fandom fun

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wenellyb · 2 years ago

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I just saw a post about Samsteve in the Sambucky tag saying that Steve wasn't good enough for Sam because he had too many issues and had to get his sh*t together before even considering dating Sam. Then they said they felt the same way about Sambucky. And I couldn't disagree more.

While I love Samsteve as a ship, I agree with the part about Steve but I can't agree with the part about Bucky.

I might be saying something controversial but Sam doesn't "deserve better" than Bucky.

Samsteve and Sambucky have very different relationship dynamics. Sam and Steve are best friends but it's like Steve has a very biased view of Sam. He puts him on a pedestal and thinks Sam Can handle anything on his own, so he lets Sam handle everything on his own without ever wondering if Sam might need extra support from him or not. That's why we always see Sam being there and supporting Steve but it's rarely the other way around.

Bucky isn't like that. Bucky doesn't push Sam but he also doesn't let him hide behind his mask of being tough or invincible, he's there for him. He notices when Sam needs someone and always actively choses to be that someone.

He was there for Sam when Sam was having doubts about the Shield in Endgame.

And he was there for Sam when Sam needed him to go with him to meet Karli but wouldn't say the word.

He was there when Sam was repairing his family boat but wasn't daring to ask for help.

He knows what to say to Sam to comfort him, make him relax or make him laugh.

Bucky is not perfect in any way but I can give a dozen of examples of how Bucky knows Sam and he know him enough to be there for him when Sam needs him.

Steve left Sam without even telling Sam because I guess he thought Sam could take it or sometimes like that. Steve didn't mind sending Sam on a mission all around the World to try and find Bucky.

If you think for a minute that Bucky "I'm coming with you x2" would have let Sam go on a mission for him without going with him, then I don't know what to tell you.

Bucky knows Sam could handle everything on his own if he had to, but he wouldn't put Sam on that position if he had a say in it.

I remember watching the therapy scene in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier and thinking "I can't wait to see how the show will wrap this up" because it was a good scene. I would have had a problem if the show had never adressed Bucky's behavior but they did, Bucky apologized and he apologized using the words, they didn't go with that "I don't see color" bullsh*t.

Bucky is there for Sam, and yes Bucky was a jerk with Sam on the first 4 episodes but that was actually good storytelling because a lot of couples/friendships go through the exact same thing, with one of the partner being dismissive or clueless about what the other person is going through. Especially in interracial relationships.

Bucky actually put his head out of his *ss and got his sh*t together.

So no, Sam, doesn't deserve someone better than Bucky. Because he has actually found someone who's there for him, who takes care of him and who's ready to put in the work to be the man Sam deserves. Bucky is it for Sam.

#sambucky #I'm not attacking Steve Btw just pointing out the different dynamic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers

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firstelevens · 3 months ago

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11 from the fanfic situations prompt list for sambucky maybe?

we now return to our regularly scheduled programming of extremely specific AU concepts spun wildly out of hand

11. hiding from pursuers

"Hey, I'm gonna go take a look at the truck; it's been making a weird–"

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky sees a door open and then a hand clamps over his mouth and cuts him off before he’s pulled into a dark, small space. As the door clicks shut behind him, Bucky finds himself bodied up against what feels like shelves, with a very warm someone pressed to his front.

The hand moves away from his mouth and the smell of their detergent lets him know that they’re in the upstairs linen closet.

“Honey,” he says, as soon as he can talk, “I know you find the mechanic thing hot, but we can’t have a quickie in here; neither one of us is as limber as we used to be and that door does not lock.”

It’s dark, but he can still feel the unimpressed look that Sam is giving him.

“What?” he asks. “Don’t pretend you didn’t think about it.”

“Some of us have better things to do,” hisses Sam.

“Like drag our husbands into dark closets when they’re just trying to be good communicators?”

Sam shushes him and puts a finger against Bucky’s lips this time for emphasis. Bucky can’t help but kiss it, and in the tiny sliver of light coming through the door, he sees Sam smile.

“We’re playing hide and seek,” Sam whispers.

“And you chose to hide here?” asks Bucky. “Freddie’s gonna find you in like, ten seconds. She’s never done anything slow in her life and you picked the easiest hiding spot.”

But Sam shakes his head. “Freddie’s not the seeker.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide. “And you’re telling me you pulled me in here when I could be filming this?”

“You were gonna give me away!”

“Unbelievable,” Bucky hisses.

He’s sure that Sam has a comeback ready, but then they hear the sound of tiny footsteps headed their way and they simultaneously shush each other.

“Dada?” comes a tiny voice, getting closer. “Dada, you here?”

There’s a quiet gasp from just outside, and Bucky’s sure that the door is about to open, but then there’s the soft thump of a very tiny someone sitting down, and the rustling of fabric that must be from the laundry basket that Bucky left by the closet.

“What’s he doing?” whispers Sam, trying to peer through the slats in the door.

“I just pulled a bunch of laundry out of the dryer,” murmurs Bucky. “And Woof was there, too, after his little adventure at the park.”

Woof is a plush wolf toy who’s constantly getting dragged into predicaments that threaten to permanently alter his gray and white fur. Sam and Bucky have gotten countless stain removal tips from every parent in the parish, and so far they’ve all worked, but Bucky is convinced that one of these days, there’s going to be a grape juice incident that they just can’t come back from.

After a particularly bad dive into a puddle at the park, Woof had needed two days of stain removal, and bedtime had been a full on nightmare because of it. It’s no surprise that a reunion would so completely sidetrack an otherwise very cute game.

There’s a full conversation with Woof happening right outside the door, and Bucky turns his glare on Sam. “When your mom asks why she didn’t get to see this, I’m going to make it very clear that it’s because you were scared a two year old would find your hiding place!”

“Please, you know he’s gonna do like twenty more adorable things between now and dinner.”

“You think we’ll be out of here by dinner?” hisses Bucky, and gets his answer not from Sam, but from the door at the end of the hallway.

“Riley,” says an exasperated Freddie, with all the patience that an eight year old can muster. “We were playing hide and seek, remember?”

“Look, Freddie!” calls Riley, although he hasn’t quite mastered the F sound, so it comes out a lot closer to Weddie. “Woof!”

“Yeah, that’s Woof,” says Freddie. “Maybe Woof can help us find Daddy.”

Riley gasps. “Dada?”

“Uh-huh,” Freddie says. “Dada’s hiding, remember? I bet he’s pretty close.”

They can’t see a whole lot through the slats, but it’s impossible to miss the knowing look that Freddie throws towards the linen closet.

“Atta girl, Freddie,” whispers Bucky, and promptly has his mouth covered again. That’s fair. Given the sigh that Freddie lets out, he might not have been as quiet as he thought he was.

“I know you want to play with Woof, Riley, but we gotta find Daddy first. If we don’t he might think we forgot him, and then he’ll be sad.”

“Dada sad?”

“He will be if we don’t find him.”

This seems to move Riley, because he gets up again—as he does, Woof collides with what Bucky can only assume is the bookshelf—and walks right past the closet as he calls out for Sam again.

There’s a sigh from Freddie as she follows him down the hallway with another significant look at the linen closet. “Okay, Riley, let’s check their room again.”

Riley’s giggles carry down the hallway, and Sam drops his head to rest in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“We did a pretty good job, huh?” he asks quietly.

“We did,” whispers Bucky, his hand settling at the small of Sam’s back. “Now if she could just stay a third grader forever, because I’ve seen her ride her bike, and I am not ready for her to be behind the wheel anytime soon.”

Sam laughs out loud at that, apparently forgetting the entire reason that they’re here, and instantly, they hear Riley’s faraway voice excitedly call out, “Dada!”

He hurries down the hall, Freddie behind him reminding him to slow down, and this time when he comes to a stop in front of the closet, he’s facing the doors.

“Dada?” he asks again.

“Uh, nope!” Sam replies, in a high pitched voice, as silly as he can make it. “No Dadas here! None at all!”

The door opens, bright sunlight filtering in, and a giggling Riley calls out, “Dada! Papa!”

He hugs them both around the legs, and Sam is immediately hauling Riley up in his arms. “You found us, Bug! Good job!”

Beside them, Freddie gives Bucky a knowing look, and Bucky winks at her.

Sam kisses Riley on the head, then does the same for Woof when he’s presented. “You took a little detour to find Woof, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” says Riley, clutching Woof close. “With Freddie.”

“Freddie’s a really good big sister, huh, rybka?” asks Bucky.

Riley nods vigorously, and Freddie smiles proudly. “Thank you, Riley,” she says. “You’re a good baby brother.”

“Not a baby!” declares Riley, his eyebrows immediately settling into the same scowl that every grouchy Barnes has worn over the years.

In response, Freddie lets out a sigh that is pure teenager, giving her dads the most exasperated look in the world. Before she can start arguing—a gift she inherited in equal measure from both Sam and Bucky, and has honed on her own from the minute she learned the word no—Bucky steps out of the linen closet, holding his hand out to her.

“Come on, Honeybee; let’s go make some lunch.”

For a moment, Freddie narrows her eyes, and Bucky can see the calculations happening in her head. Beside them, Riley is pouting while Sam very gently explains that Freddie just meant she was bigger than him, and that’s okay.

There’s a long moment where she’s quiet before she sighs again and turns to face Riley one more time. “I’m sorry, Bug. I didn’t mean it.”

Riley takes some coaxing from Sam before he tells her that it’s okay, and Freddie looks more than a little frustrated. It’s been a long time since Sam and Bucky needed to speak to coordinate strategies with each other, and with one look, Sam turns and takes Riley down the hallway while Bucky kneels down in front of Freddie.

“Thank you for being so patient,” he tells her in Russian, because it’s always delighted her to have a secret language for just the two of them. “I know it’s not easy.”

“It’s okay, Papa,” she says, then switches back to English. “Do we have bagels?”

Bucky thinks about it for a second. “I think we’ve got some in the freezer from Aunt Becca’s last visit,” he says. “Why?”

Freddie shrugs. “Can we make pizza bagels?”

“Honeybee, you’re a girl after my own heart,” laughs Bucky. He pulls her close and plants a smacking kiss on the side of her head, grinning when it makes her giggle. “Pizza bagels it is.”

“Pizza bagels!” Freddie cries out again, and giggles as Bucky echoes her battle cry all the way down the stairs.

#listen to me. nothing happens in this fic. this is just my id running wild for a thousand words.#sambucky #zainab does ask meme things #sesamestreep #sambucky f1 au #my fic

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questionableratatouille00 · 5 months ago

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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

dividers by @saradika-graphics

#sbsummer2024 #bucky x sam #sambucky #sambucky fic #sambucky fanfiction #winterfalcon

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wikiangela · 4 months ago

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10 questions for fic writers

tagged by @evansboyfriend @kirkaut @drcloyd @kinard-buckley thank you <3

how many works do you have on ao3?

what’s your total ao3 word count?

575,296

what fandoms do you write for?

currently exclusively 911, but I also wrote for mcu and spn at some point - and really wanna get back to sambucky, I hope the new projects they're inspire something when they come out haha

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yes, I respond to every single one - I just like showing appreciation that someone took the time to read my silly little fics <3

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of lol

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no but I'd be open to it if we vibed 🤷

what’s your all-time favorite ship?

until recently this had an instant answer, now I'm gonna go with sambucky lol tho bucktommy is getting to this level actually haha

what are your writing strengths?

I think fluff, romance, maybe dialogue? also writing more or less in-character lol

what are your writing weaknesses?

i think descriptions of the scenery and characters, I tend to barely do that. also angst and arguments. also anything that requires specialized knowledge in any capacity, like injuries or 911-typical calls (which is why I skip that or make it as vague as possible lol) idk that's some of it 💁‍♀️

first fandom you wrote for?

ummm, it was rpf so we're not gonna talk about that haha

no pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @diazheartsbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 @hoodie-buck @steadfastsaturnsrings @lonelychicago @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess

#10 questions for fic writers #listen i still love bvddie #just not sure where i stand on it being one of my faves anymore #atm can't really separate the ship from the fandom so im kinda stepping back from it (the fics are being written tho!)#wikiangela writes #tag games

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if we got a second season of tfatws what would you want to be in it 👀

Oh my gosh, such a good question to ask! 😆 A very hard one too Cassie, lemme think on this 🤔

Okay, a few things that would be a must would be:

A "Meanwhile, on the boat..." moment, or perhaps a montage of moments where things are happening throughout the MCU movies that happened post-TFATWS and Sam and Bucky are just 😂 on the boat, hearing about the events after the fact. I keep thinking about the scene in season 7 of Supernatural where they montage Dean commenting on what Castiel does with his new godlike powers while Dean fixes his car, but it doesn't have to be like that (3:16-3:46 here for reference lol).

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Sam needs to save Bucky from falling. Sam had someone he couldn't save in the air. Bucky didn't have anyone to save him when he fell. Sam and Bucky both need that catharsis and it's wild that didn't happen in the first season.

Sam flying around as Bucky snipes at things 😂 Again - how did that not happen in the first season?

Sam and Bucky must either be already roommates or looking for an apartment which will be the place they will live in together.

Sarah, AJ, and Cass must be in it as well as other people we've seen like Carlos, Tommy, Isaiah, and Eli.

Another song by Curtis Harding must close the show's next sunset ending (it MUST be a good ending where they look into the sunset again, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules). Perhaps Can't Hide It by Curtis Harding?

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Joaquín! There must be more Jay, I refuse to believe there wouldn't be so much more Jay in a season two.

FLASHBACKS. WHERE. WERE. THE. FLASHBACKS. Gimme Sam and Riley flashbacks, flashbacks of Sam with his family, gimme more info on Sam.

Can we???? Get more info on Sarah too???? Like was she married before??? Who are Cass and AJ's dad or dads??? How does she feel about Sam disappearing for a huge chunk of years??? I just want to know more about her.

And GIDEON. GIVE SAM HIS OLDER BROTHER.

Also, GIVE SAM BIRD TELEPATHY, YOU COWARDS, AS WELL AS A FALCON NAMED REDWING.

AYO AND ANEKA VISIT. THEY HAVE TO VISIT. LET AYO AND ANEKA BE BESTIES WITH SAM AND BUCKY.

Acknowledgment that Sam found Bucky in Europe but kept Bucky's secret and visited Bucky. Also that Sam visited Bucky during his time as a goatherder in Wakanda, possibly with a reference to the costco tub of lube 😂

MORE EPISODES. GIVE US MORE EPISODES. GIVE US TEN EPISODES AT LEAST, YOU COWARDS.

Things I can live without but I think would be a waste if they aren't in a hypothetical season two:

A huge and exciting action sequence during a New Orleans Mardi Gras Parade with Sam being the King of that parade.

There's a team of villainous jugglers in the Marvel comics called the Death-Throws. I really want them as secondary comedic villains who may or may not be kind of good people a la Jessie, James, and Meowth from Team Rocket in Pokemon movies. Just let Sam and Bucky have some comedy villains in the background doing their thing, Marvel.

Visiting Steve on the Moon. I just think Sam and Bucky deserve space shenanigans. I will also take a Facetime, if that's too out of budget, though.

Misty Knight cameo where Sam and Misty either imply or outright talk about being exes. Probably amicable, though, it would be funny if Sam's a bit awkward about it, but Misty's chill with him.

Karli resurrection. She deserved more of a redemption arc than Walker. Bring her back to life, Disney, I dare you.

Bucky and Falcon!Redwing don't get along. More because Bucky is jealous than anything else.

A VISIT TO WAKANDA! Do they go to Birnin Zana? Do they visit the town Bucky was living in as a goatherder? Do they go to Ayo and Aneka's home for dinner? Maybe they possibly only let Sam into the country while Ayo is like "I told you to lie low for a while, White Wolf" to Bucky 😂

Baron Zemo can have a cameo, if only because Anthony Mackie was bummed that Daniel Brühl isn't a part of Cap 4.

Wildest Options I Don't Think Would Happen But I Would Love:

SamBucky wedding. It all takes place the days leading up to their wedding. Or, if I'm being more realistic, a wedding. Like, if, say Sarah and Rhodey were getting married or Carol and Valkyrie or perhaps Ayo and Aneka.

SamBucky kiss? Though, again, highly doubt that and I'm really okay with SamBucky not being canon.

Fourth wall break where Feige himself walks into a room, sits down, and apologizes about how he treated Sam Wilson's character in the MCU and promises to do better. He pulls out an entire slide show and the episode is just him talking about how he will be integrating Sam more thoroughly into the MCU. I'm talking how specifically Sam will cameo, where he will cameo, pitches for other projects Sam will be heavily tied to, the works.

#tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #oh if there was a season two that would be so fun

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