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Kissing in the Rain
“Kinda like the movies, huh?”
Bucky looks over to Sam as it starts to rain. It’s not very heavy though, just sprinkling down onto them. “What’s like the movies?” Sam looked towards his boyfriend, a bit confused.
“You know, in the movies where it starts raining and the couple…” He trails off, looking down at his feet as he walks. “Never mind, it’s stupid anyways.” He finishes.
“You mean where people kiss in the rain?” Sam questions, putting together the end of the sentence. The rain started coming down harder, enough to make Bucky pull the hood of his jacket up over his head. “Yeah.” The other man murmurs.
“Are you saying that’s something you want to try?”
“Maybe.” Bucky states, bashfully ducking his head. Maybe he was a little bit of a hopeless romantic, falling for all those cheesy romance movies. Maybe he wanted to kick Sam in the shin for being so cheeky and guessing the correct answer right away, who knows.
“Someone has been watching a little too much hallmark.” Sam teases as they continue on their walk back to Sam’s apartment. Bucky flushes a little, walking a bit faster to keep up with Sam. “Oh can it.” Bucky gets a little snappy at him with that last comment, hoping up the steps to the front door.
“Well, I for one, think that’s cute.” Sam comments as he pulls out his keys, fishing for the correct ones to unlock the door. Bucky only hums in response, refusing to agree or go against the statement. Sam puts the key into the lock but pulls his hand away once the key slides into place, not moving the knob. He only turns to the shorter man with that smile, the one that Bucky hates because it's so beautiful but yet so mischievous.
“What.” “I thought you wanted to try it?”
Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, watching the rain fall down to the ground. He can’t look Sam in the eyes, he knows he’s not one for pda. He doesn’t like the looks that some people will give them, and maybe he’s nervous about Sam insinuating that he wants to kiss him where anyone he can see. He finally looks back up at him, raindrops on his eyelashes and he’s gorgeous, Bucky thinks to himself.
“Well, I didn’t say that- not exactly.” Bucky tries to come up with some sort of excuse not to kiss him right here, right now.
Sam's hands come to rest on his lover's hips, pulling them so close together that their torsos are touching one and others. “So that’s a no then?”
“I- I didn’t say that either-mhm!” Bucky stumbles over his words as he speaks, but not for long because shortly after those words come out of his mouth Sam's lips are on his own and he’s kissing him. It’s so soft and sweet and gentle with him, and yes it did catch Bucky off guard. It’s not long before he’s wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck, pulling them even closer to each other than they were before.
The kiss ends shortly after and Bucky would have loved to continue it, only before remembering they were outside where anyone could see them. His face flushes at the thought of someone staring at him, Sam only smiles down at him before separating himself from him, going back to unlocking the door.
“You can mark that off your bucket list now.”
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warleyjay · 2 days ago
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Sarah ran her soft fingertips over his metallic arm, simply contemplating all the majestical things he could do with it in the bedroom. Blushing at her own thoughts she quickly shook it off and pulled away. “Are you ready to help?”
It was the largest gathering that the small town in New Orleans had ever seen! Sam had invited his distant cousins from most of the neighboring cities. The Wilson family cook out was a popular event and was even crowned the most famous tourist spot of the summer! Only contested by the Louisiana folks during the majorly eventful Bayou festival in mid May.
The small dock erupted in cheers and laughter as Hey Ya! by OutKast blasted loudly, consuming the crowd and forcing everyone to the center of the dock.
“What you young-ins know about this jam!” Sam slid from the back of the boat, four cases of Corona beers in both hands,  with a contented grin plastered onto his face. Aj and Cass not too far behind.
“Where’s your mother anyway? Y’all been stuck with me all day.” Sam arched a confused brow at the two boys who shrugged their tiny shoulders in unison. “Last - I saw her with Uncle Bucky, packing the food.” Aj said before grabbing his brother’s hand and leading him to the center of the dance circle.
“Uncle Bucky?” Both of Sam’s brows shot up his forehead. “When did he get here?” He whispered to himself, when he placed the cases by the cooler on the table - and began his quest for his sister and his best friend.  
“This is my famous king crab Bucky.” Sarah shot a pearly white smile as she lathered the crab in spicy garlic butter sauce. She then gently stacked them onto one another in an oversized foil plate.
It was the time of the year where all of the eligible bachelorettes would slither their way to the dock in search of their “future husbands.” Sarah had already taken her loses and retired from the game - ever since the death of her husband. However, today seemed special, it was the first time in years that her stomach knotted in curls from butterflies so much so, that she thought she’d puke. Her youth sprung about anytime Bucky was around, similarly to a school girl with her very first crush. He just brought out the best in her, so she decided why not look the part.
Sam had mentioned to her that her skin glistened whenever she wore the color yellow. Despite how out of character it was for him to be so blunt about literally - anything, Sarah decided to take his advice and throw on her favorite off shoulder cut, form fitting sun dress. Her long senegalese twists were tied into a high bun and wrapped in a yellow ribbon that flowed behind her in pure elegance.
Turning the corner of her bedroom - on her way to the kitchen, she was greeted by a well dressed Bucky in a tight blue knit sweater that hugged his body in all the right places! And dark black jeans that displayed his full basketball trunk. He stood over a boiling pot of king crabs on the stove. Clearing her throat quite loudly, she caught his attention almost immediately. As he turned to face her his eyes widened in astonishment, almost as if he had sinfully taken a peak at the worlds most beautiful piece of treasure.
“Wow,” was all Bucky could muster when gravity became the main puppeteer, forcefully drawing them towards one another. He smiled sheepishly and continued “you look lovely Sarah.” Returning his grin she replied “and you don’t look so bad yourself, Uncle Bucky.”
Pulling him into a tight embrace Bucky’s chin rested in the corner of Sarah’s neck. He took in the scent of her sweet Vanilla Bean cologne. If he could have his way, he would have swallowed her whole that very instant. He wished for nothing more than to have her succumbed to his own desires, clawing his name on his back as she screams in pure ecstasy. Bucky swayed rhythmically with her movements, it took all of his energy not to instinctively plant a soft kiss between her neck and trail.
Sarah ran her soft fingertips over his metallic arm, simply contemplating all the majestical things he could do with it in the bedroom. Blushing at her own thoughts she quickly shook it off and pulled away. “Are you ready to help?”
“When I’m done with this batch, can you wrap it in aluminum foil and carry it to the front table for our guests?” Sarah faced the stove top, her back turned to a confused Bucky, who watched her work in utter amazement.
Bucky was familiar with crab as a cuisine, and had tasted a fair share of it during his time in Wakanda. However, he had never seen it prepared before him.
“So does it like ... cry or anything when you place it in the boiling water ... alive?” He asked innocently, when Sarah sighed in disbelief and sat the lathering brush onto the table. Her heart fluttered at his innocence, but her mind pondered in continuous confusion. She wondered just how much Bucky had missed out on in the last 70 years or just seemingly had minimal to no experience on. Turning to face him a smile crept its way up her plump lips as she answered nonchalantly “I don’t have an answer for you Bucky.”
His blue eyes glistened in curiosity as they scanned over Sarah’s features, she was unlike any woman that he had ever seen. From her bright dark brown eyes to the cute little indentation by her nose, Bucky found himself lost in their tight gaze. Until he eventually landed on Sarah’s plush pink lips. Sarah noticed Bucky’s observance and smiled shyly. Her cheeks flushed when she subconsciously ran her tongue over her lips. Of course she wanted to grapple Bucky right then and there, she had wanted to do so since she first laid eyes on the man. But one of her biggest fears was getting involved with a hero. She already had her plate full with Sam, was she really ready to add another burden to the list?
“There you guys are!” Sam grinned and pulled Sarah into a tight embrace “I was beginning to worry.”
“Aw Sam, you missed me, how sweet.” Bucky winked as Sam glared his way. Placing the trays of king crabs with roasted corn and potatoes, buttermilk biscuits and cajun shrimp onto the table, Sarah called for the event goers to each grab a plate and head for the grub.
Sam handed both Bucky and Sarah a pair of gloves before taking a seat at the edge of the table. He pinched Aj and Cass’s noses when they playfully snatched his plate from before him. “Y’all better stop playing before I tell your mama to send you to bed early.” He smiled when they took a seat next to him.
He watched bewildered by his sisters boldness when she took a seat by Bucky. Running her finger tips over his armored arm, he noticed that she began to play her fingers through her twists. Her grin from ear to ear as she engaged in conversation with Bucky, the same thing she used to do when she had a crush on a boy in high school.
“So where’s the crab opener?” Bucky asked, facing Sam who’s face scrunched in utter disgust. Sarah bursted into a fit of laughter when Aj and Cass joined as well.
“We don’t use that utensil around these parts, buddy.” Bucky’s brow arched in confusion when Sam picked up a crab leg and ripped it in half with one tug. “You see here?” He placed the piece into his mouth and used his teeth to crack the shell methodically, in an instant the entire meat was stripped from the leg. “Now that’s how you eat a crab leg! Let me see you do it.”
All eyes were now glued onto Bucky as he studied the crab leg. His blue eyes narrowed when he used his metal arm to pick up the leg and snapped it in half effortlessly. Sarah’s eyes widened as she watched Bucky smile contently to himself. He placed the crab to his lips, intricately running his tongue over every square inch of it. He shot Sarah a mischievous smirk, before pulling it out with a loud plop! “Tasty.”
Sarah flushed immediately, inching her way out of her seat. While Sam glared intently, picking up a piece of shrimp and sulking in his defeat.
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swtltlmrvlgrl · 6 days ago
Stay Until the Rain Stops
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier AU. In Bucky’s search of what his “normal” looks like, he finds the reader sitting in a dark alleyway giving shelter to everything else, besides herself.
This story is part of my one-shot compilations inspired by the song “You Shine” from the musical “Carrie”, wherein two people see the way each other shines. This is NOT related to the previously uploaded story called “Accidents Happen”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic!sam wilson and peter parker)
Warning/s: allergies, rain, fever, fainting, awkward
Word Count: 4,750
“How can I leave you if you’re looking at me like that?”
You were on your way home from work, and it was raining heavily. To prevent the rain from soaking your bag and the important papers due tomorrow inside it, you positioned it in front of you - as if you’re cradling a baby in your arms. You were typing something on your phone when you heard a cry coming from the direction of the alleyway, you looked around to check if people noticed it too.
The sound of the cry hit too close to home that you weren’t able to ignore it. You walked towards and into the dark alleyway. With one umbrella in hand and your phone on the other, you turned on your phone’s flashlight and searched for the source of the soft cries.
You found it, and it is EXACTLY what you thought it was. Staring straight into your eyes with its pleading puppy dog eyes is obviously a puppy. It’s soaking wet inside a cardboard box. You immediately take off your grey cardigan and crouch down.
“Your parents left you here, huh?” You say, while wrapping the cardigan around the puppy.
You sit down - indian style - and place the box between your thighs. You pull the box and your bag closer to your body to make sure that the dog and your bag is properly placed under the umbrella, not minding the huge droplets of water accumulating on your back.
“I’m sorry.” You tell the puppy.” This is the only thing that I can do.”
The puppy wags its tail slowly. It breaks your heart that you can’t take the puppy home, but you’re allergic to dogs and puppies. The mere fact that you actually had contact with this puppy right now will have its consequences tonight or tomorrow, it’s fine but having it with you every day is a death sentence. Of course, you WOULD know.
When you were a child, you would ask your mother everyday to visit your aunt’s place because she had five dogs. You knew you were allergic to dogs so you made sure that you always drink your antihistamine after visiting your aunt’s house. But after playing with her dogs the whole day for 5 consecutive days, your body did not respond to the antihistamine anymore and you had to be rushed to the hospital. The worst part is, ever since that day, you’re not allowed to visit your aunt’s house and play with her dogs. You can only admire dogs from afar. That experience left a void in your heart that can only be filled by watching dog videos everyday.
“Ah!” You remember that you have a leftover carrot in the lunch box. “Today is your lucky day champ.” You scramble through your things. “My lunch was cut short so I have a few pieces of carrots left.”
You mash the carrots with your fingers, making it easier for the puppy to eat. “Here you go.” The puppy licks the mashed carrots at the tip of your index finger. “Good?” You ask, after you see him finishing up the food. The puppy wags its tail enthusiastically. “Man, how long have you been here?”
The puppy barks in response. “A long time huh?” You pat its head. “Okay. Here’s a deal.” You take his right paw with your right hand. “I’ll ask around the office tomorrow. I promise I’ll find you a new parent. Okay?” You shake his paw and he barks.
Ever since he moved in one week ago, Bucky would always check the alleyway near his apartment building. It’s been pretty quiet and normal these past few days.
But not today.
Even with his hood up, he could clearly hear something in the alleyway. He walked slowly and stealthily, and found shelter a few meters away from the unfamiliar entity.
From where he was standing, he recognized the shape of an umbrella, and a box resting on what seemed like legs in denim jeans. He heard a voice, your voice, having a conservation with … the box?
Did the box...bark?
“I’ll stay here until the rain stops.” He heard you say.
Bucky contemplated on what you just said. Is she out of her mind? He looked up and stretched his hands out to check if the rain would stop any time soon. An obvious, no.
After clicking his tongue, he clenched his jaw, and walked briskly towards your direction. He can’t just leave you there soaking under the rain.
Ah, Bucky was caught with a sudden pang of nostalgia. It’s been a while since I saved an irresponsibly impulsive person.
The sound of footsteps approaching you puts you on high alert. The puppy must’ve smelled your fear and starts barking towards the direction of the stranger. The entity stops a few steps away from you. You hold your breath and pray that today won’t be your last day on earth. The puppy stops barking.
After a moment of silence, you hear three small taps on your umbrella. The person at the opposite side of the umbrella cleared his (you assumed he’s a man because of his deep voice) throat.
“I- uh - overheard your conversation with the thing in the box” He starts saying.
You pull your umbrella up, exposing the dog wrapped in grey cardigan and your drenched self to the man. Seeing the state that you’re in, Bucky swiftly takes off his leather jacket, leaving him with only his hoodie to cover his body from the rain, and proceeds to wrap it around you.
“My jacket’s a little wet too but...” He says. “This can warm you up a little.” He takes the handle of your umbrella. “I don’t think the rain’s going to stop any time soon.” Before you can say anything, he stretches his arms out for you to hold. “Maybe we should go and seek shelter first?”
“James Buchanan Barnes.” He introduces himself.”But you can call me Bucky.”
You can’t really tell him that he doesn’t need to introduce himself, cause you already know him. You work in the Avengers tower after all, and Sam Wilson has been talking about his new cyborg-brained partner coming in a week.
As a mechanical engineer, you’ve always been fascinated by the technologies coming from Wakanda, and you’ve been particularly curious about his metal arm. But you can’t really tell him that now, can you? Especially now that you’re inside his apartment while drying your hair with his towel. Good thing you always pack extra sets of clothes, it would’ve been awkward if he offers you his clothes, as well.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him. “Thank you for saving me and the puppy out there. I’m actually...” You sigh. “...allergic to dogs and puppies so I can’t adopt him and take him home.” You continue, while playing with the tip of the towel. “I know this is too much to ask after everything you did but is it okay if he stays with you for now?”
Bucky isn’t responding. He can’t. How can he take care of a puppy, he can’t even take care of himself.
“I’ll find him a parent tomorrow, I promise.” You assure him, while putting the towel down and facing him.
“Sure.” Bucky gives a half-hearted response, while forcing a smile.
You heave a sigh of relief “Thanks!” You run towards him and shake his hands. “You’re a hero.”
Hero. That’s probably the last word that Bucky will use to describe himself, but he won’t deny that being called like that felt good. He didn’t even notice the way his half-hearted smile turned into a full one.
“You can stay here if you want.” Bucky offers as you let go of his hand.
You were taken aback by the offer. I mean, staying with Mr. Barnes would entail a lot of chances to ask him about the arm and maybe more about the Wakandan technology. But that’s too much to ask from him in a day, he’s just being polite and you don’t want to impose.
“Thank you so much for the offer. But I would have to decline.” You say.
The curve on Bucky’s face disappears. “Okay.”
“Okay.” You say in a hushed voice.
“I can take you ho - “ The sound from the puppy cuts Bucky mid-sentence.
The puppy must’ve understood what you just said, and started barking and crying. You and Bucky look at each other for a moment, then to the dog and to each other again. Bucky smirks, and you smile back. You both start walking towards the crying dog. You crouch down and pat the puppy’s head.
“Hey.” He stops crying and wags his tail, while aggressively rubbing his head and his muzzle in your hand. “I have to go.” The puppy starts crying again, a little louder than the first one.
You take a deep breath and sigh. “You’re using the crying technique again. We meet for 5 seconds and you already know my weakness. You’re even using it against me.”
You hear Bucky’s small chuckle from behind.
“Fine.” You rub his head a few more times. “I’ll stay. But no more touching, ‘kay?” The puppy barks once and wags his tail. He does a small twirl and pats your gray sweater-turned-dog-blanket and makes himself comfortable.
You breathe out and slowly stand to face Bucky.
“Don’t apologize.” Bucky starts talking before you could say anything. “The puppy actually did a better job than me in convincing you to stay. I mean -” Bucky rubs his nape and points at the wall clock. “It’s already late. I think it would be best if you stay here for the night.”
“I really, really don’t want to impose. But I also don’t want to leave him crying in your apartment. I promise I’ll go home early in the morning.”
“Sure.” He pauses. “You mentioned that you’re - uh - allergic to dogs, I can go out to buy medicine for you.”
“Oh no no. No need. I actually have some with me.”
“Water?” Bucky offers.
You nod your head. “Thank you.”
“Actually - uhm -” You stop him before he goes to fetch you some water. “I have something to tell you.” You pause for a moment to gather all the necessary strength that you would need for this confession. “We’re actually office or work mates… ish?”
Bucky raises his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I work at the Avengers Tower.” You say it as fast as you can. “But I’m not like you, or like a superhero or something. I work at the engineering department.” You confess. “Sam, your partner, I help him sometimes with his gears. He has been talking about you since last week.”
“Well. That man really likes talking a lot huh.” Bucky responds.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know how I’m going to tell you without it being awkward.”
“I don’t think we can get any more awkward than this, Y/N.”
“So work mates, huh?”
“That’s actually good news.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’ll have someone with me on my first day.”
The tension and the awkwardness between the two of you started to disappear. Having some kind of a connection and a common friend, made Bucky feel a bit more relaxed and at ease. You, on the other hand, feel better because you don’t have anything to hide. You still haven’t told him about your interest for his Wakandan arm, but that’s a completely different story.
While you were drinking your antihistamine, Bucky took out his blankets and his extra pillows and laid them all on the sofa, where you will be sleeping for the night. After which, he arranges a pair of pillows and a blanket on the floor, a few steps away from the sofa, where he will be sleeping.
You really feel bad about this set-up, especially with Bucky just sleeping on the floor with just blankets serving as his cushion, but Sam sometimes tells you stories about vets having a difficult time sleeping on beds. It felt too soft, Sam would say, like the ground is eating them alive. Which is why, no matter how uncomfortable it looks and feels to you, you did your best to not put Bucky in a position where he has to explain himself and his feelings.
Bucky turns off the lights, except the lampshade beside the television.
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
You wake up to a very cold sensation, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes feel heavy and you somehow find it difficult to breathe. Slowly, you open your eyes to wake up and try to sit up. Now you realize, it’s not just your eyes or your breathing is heavy, your whole body feels heavy.
This isn’t good.
You scan through the room to look for Bucky only to find a small piece of paper neatly placed on the table with a glass of water on top to prevent it from being taken away by the wind. His note was written at the center of the short bond paper with a black pen, his penmanship was surprisingly neat and easy to understand.
I’ll just go out for a walk. I’ll be back soon. - Bucky
You massage your head and look at the time. It’s 5 am. A little earlier than what you’re used to, maybe that explains why you’re feeling a little under the weather. Drinking the water made you feel a little better, you massage your head and walk towards the puppy. Seeing him sleeping soundly, gave you a sense of relief.
“Sleep well.” You whisper.
The sound of your phone ringing surprised you. Just from the ring tone alone, you know that it’s work-related. You pace towards your bag and search for your phone. You look at the screen. It’s Sam.
“Hey Sam. What’s up?”
“Y/N. I’m sorry to wake you early in the morning.”
“No probs. I’m already awake.”
“This early? That's new.”
You chuckle. “Yeah. ‘Cause I had a feeling you’d call. Women’s intuition.”
Sam laughs. “Right. I need your help in fixing Red Wing for a mission later, can you come?”
“Like now?”
“Sure. I’ll just fix myself and go there.”
“Is that Y/N?” You hear a voice from the background, based on the pitch of the voice, it has to be Peter. “Y/N! I need help with my web shooters too!”
“I just leave for a night and everyone misses me already huh.”
“Perks of being the gang’s favorite engineer.” Sam quips. “We have breakfast here too. We’ll wait for you.”
“Come faster, I’m hungry!” Peter shouts. “And I’ll be late for class!”
“Sure sure. I’ll go now. Bye Sam.”
“Thanks, Y/N. See you.”
“Wait! Sam!” You shout, stopping Sam from hanging up the phone “I have a favor to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Is there a room for a puppy in the Tower?”
“A puppy?” Sam pauses. “Wait, Y/N. Aren’t you allergic to puppies?”
“I’ll explain later.” You tell Sam, while putting out a pen from your bag and then reaching for the piece of paper Bucky previously wrote on.
“Okay. I guess it can stay in my room.”
“Yes! Thanks Sam, see you!” Then you hang up.
Hi Bucky. Good morning. Sorry but I have to leave. Duty calls. I feel bad that I won’t be able to come with you on your first day at the tower but you can always pass by the Eng’g department if you’re free. I’ll be there the whole day.
Also, good news! Sam’s willing to adopt the puppy, so I’ll be taking it with me.
Thank you for everything and sorry for the trouble that I caused.
You pick up the box carefully, so as not to wake the puppy up and went out.
“If you’re looking for Y/N she’s in the clinic.” Sam tells Bucky whose eyes were searching the building room. Inside his backpack was a piece of sandwich because you were and a small carton of milk he bought on his way home early morning, but wasn’t able to give you or the puppy because you weren’t there when he came back. “And the puppy’s in my room.” Sam adds.
“I see.” Bucky answers, trying to be as indifferent sounding as possible. But deep inside, he’s actually worried about you. Is it because of her allergies? Maybe I shouldn’t have let you stay in the same room as the dog.
“It’s not her allergies.” Sam says, like he read exactly what’s in Bucky’s mind.
Both Sam and Bucky enter the elevator going to the 5th floor where most of the weapons, tools and equipment are found. Upon arriving, Sam points at the second door at the right side area, on top of it is a huge sign written with black paint saying ‘Engineering Department’.
Sam opens the door. Lo and Behold at the far end of the room, wearing safety goggles, holding a soldering pen, with sparks flying all over the place, was you.
“I thought she’s in the clinic.”.
“My god! Y/N! I told you to stay in the clinic.” Sam ignores what Bucky just said and walks straight towards you. “I leave you for what? Thirty minutes? and you’re -” Sam takes his eyes off of you and shoots angry glances at the engineering staff. “And you all didn’t even stop her.”
“You know, she can’t be stopped when she’s in the zone.” One of the staff answers and the others nod in agreement.
“In the zone or not, she has a fever for god’s sake.”
“Don’t be mad Sam, I was the one who told them to not stop me.” You continue to solder on Red Wing’s fuel control unit.
“That’s a first. They never listen to you.” Sam stands at the opposite side of your working table with his arms crossed on his chest, the volume of his voice is lower, almost like a murmur.
“In my defense, you’re the one who asked for my help.” You pull the magnifying glass and adjust it a few inches away from the mechanism.
“That was because I didn’t know you had a high fever.” The moment you stop soldering, Sam pulls the magnifier away from Red Wing, making you put your full attention on the man standing in front of you. “I can handle this Y/N. Rest. Now.”
You pull the magnifier back and continue with your work. “Where’s Rain?” You’re attempting to change the topic.
“Who’s Rain?” The familiarity coming from the voice made you stop, you were expecting to see him today but not this soon. You put down the soldering pen, push your goggles up to your forehead.
“Hey Bucky.” You greet him. Bucky notices how pale you are and yet your smile never faltered. Your adorable awkwardness is still present as well.
“Hey.” He responds. “So... ‘Rain’... the puppy’s name?”
“Yeah. Peter, Sam and I named him this morning”
“Wait.” Sam interjects and looks at Bucky. “So, Y/N can call you Bucky but I can’t?”
Bucky ignores Sam’s comment, steps forward and points at Red Wing. “How long are you planning to fix that?”
You look at your wrist watch and then at Red Wing. “I’ll be done in 20-30 minutes.”
“Make it 10 minutes.” Bucky challenges. “If you’re not yet done by then. I’ll be carrying you out of this room and into the clinic.”
“Wait. What?”
“What? Can’t do it? I thought people working here are the best of the best.” Bucky pushes further.
You squint at him and then to Sam and then sighs. “Fine.” You set the alarm to ten minutes and then plug one of the airpods in your ear. “I’ll walk to the clinic myself.” Then plugs the other airpod to the other ear. “See you in 10 minutes.”
“And just like that, you listen to him?” Sam comments and puts his hands on his waist.
Bucky puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder “I had years of experience looking out for irresponsibly impulsive people.” He nods his head inviting Sam to step outside.
“So Y/N reminds you of Steve, huh.” Sam says after getting out of your office.
Bucky smirks. “If by that, you mean, she reminds me of the times that I have to check alleyways ‘cause the sickly Steve “too-stubborn-to run-away-from-a-fight” Rogers might be out there somewhere, then yes.”
“Good thing she’s not the fighting type” Sam continues. “That would’ve given me a headache.”
“She's irresponsible, reckless and impulsive.” Bucky adds. “But she’s a good person.”
“That is something we can agree on.” Sam says.
“I’m done!” With just a few seconds to spare, you shout and raise your two hands to celebrate. Sam and Bucky must’ve heard you cause a few seconds later, they enter the room and walk straight to your work station.
“I did it!” After congratulating you and giving you a high five, the two of them position themselves on each of your sides, Sam on your left and Bucky on your right.
“Now.” You take off your gloves, your goggles and your industrial apron. “A deal is a deal, I will walk - “
The goggles that you were supposed to place on the table fell on the ground.
“Y/N!” Sam calls out and immediately checks your pulse. “She’s still alive. Just unconscious. She must’ve fainted because of her high fever.”
“I’ll take her to the clinic.” Bucky hoists you up and carries you like a princess. Bucky starts to run and Sam tries to follow after Bucky, but Bucky was too fast.
“The clinic’s on the 2nd floor.” Sam shouts at the running form of Bucky.
“FRIDAY.” Sam gets the AI’s attention.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson.”
“Please tell the clinic that Bucky will be taking Y/N there.” Sam commands. “Also, show Bucky the directions, I don’t think he knows the way to the clinic yet.”
“Thanks FRIDAY.”
The shape and form of the room you’re staying at becomes clearer as you slowly open your eyes. Everything in the room is white, white sheets, white curtains, white wallpaper, the cabinets are also painted white. Something or should you say someone, sitting on the white couch does not follow the all-white aesthetic of the room. He was wearing black leader jacket on top of a blue henley. His metal arm is holding a Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book, while his flesh hand is flipping through the page. His expression is priceless, you can tell from his expression alone that he’s very invested in the scene that he’s reading.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice catches Bucky’s attention, you kind of regretted speaking too soon, maybe you should’ve let him read for a while longer. “You’re already on the third book.”
“Let’s just say I’m a fast reader.” Bucky smiles and puts down the book on the table beside the couch. “You’ve been out for about …” He looks at his smartphone. “ 7, 8 hrs.”
“That explains my growling stomach.” You push yourself up into a sitting position, with the pillow serving as the cushion between your back and the bed’s headboard.
Bucky gets two trays of food in the small refrigerator and places them inside the microwave. “Sam gave us food before leaving for the mission. He told me that food will be the first thing that you will ask for, once you wake up.”
You laugh at Sam’s comment. “He isn’t wrong though.”
“Are you feeling better now?” Ding. Bucky takes out the first tray of food to the microwave and then places the second one. With the tray in one hand, he pulls the table with the other. He places the tray on top of the table in front of you.
“Thanks.” You fix the tray and Bucky goes back to the microwave oven. “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you.”
You search around the room for a place where Bucky can eat but you found none. So while Bucky was busy finding the utensils and getting the second tray from the microwave, you scoot your way towards the side of the bed and push the table outwards. This way, you and Bucky can sit beside each other and can eat on an actual table.
Bucky notices what you did and hesitates a little. You smiled at him, to reassure him and pat the empty space beside you. From the time when he first met you, he hasn’t been able to resist that smile. He’s starting to think that maybe this isn’t just because you reminded him of Steve.
“Sam hasn’t come back from the mission?” You start the conversation.
“No.” Bucky chews on the food inside his mouth. “The mission got a little delayed, they might come back late.”
You take a spoonful of rice to eat. “Who’s he with?”
Bucky thinks for a moment. “He’s with Clint and Scott if I remember correctly.”
“Why didn’t you join them?”
“I was -” Bucky takes a sip from the glass of water beside him. “I was busy reading.”
You almost choke on what you were eating. “You read three books!” You laugh. “You must’ve been exhausting.”
“Well the book isn’t going to read itself, you know.”
You both laugh at your sarcastic banter. The two of you continue your conversation while talking about how Bucky’s first day at the Avengers tower went. He was introduced to a few avengers present at the tower and the staff and he toured around the compound. He also mentions something about having a room in the tower, where he can stay if he wants to.
Bucky notices how you were gathering the boiled carrots on one side of your plate. “You hate carrots?”
“Oh!” You were surprised that he noticed. “I actually love carrots. I’m just saving these.” You point at the carrots. ”for Rain.”
He looks at his almost empty plate. “You should’ve told me that we’re doing that. I could have saved some for him too.”
“Giving him a place to stay for the night is enough.” You assure him. “I’ll take care of the food.”
“Too late for task distribution. I already bought him milk.”
“You did?!”
Bucky nods.
“I literally just met you yesterday, and I already owe you a lot. How can I even start repaying you.
“Well.” Bucky thinks about it for a second and smiles mischievously. “Sam must’ve mentioned something about your interest to the Wakandan tech.”
“He did?!” You cringe and facepalm at the amount of shame that you feel. “Well. That’s not a good first impression, isn’t it.”
“As a matter of fact, it IS a good first impression. You’re really good at what you do Y/N.”
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” You chuckle. “But yeah,” You continue. ”I can’t deny my interest. I probably talk about the Wakandan tech at least once a day. Thrice, if you’re Sam Wilson.”
“With that being said,” Bucky says. “You can repay me by allowing me to join your conversations about the tech.” Bucky flexes the fingers of his metal arm. “And I can use some help in checking up on this one. I mean, if it’s alright with you?”
“Of course it is! You don’t need to ask to join, you can join in anytime you want! You’ll have a valuable input to the conversation. You’ve been there personally and you’ve experienced their technology first hand.” You take Bucky’s metal hand and sandwich it in between yours. “Thank you, Bucky.” You squeeze Bucky’s hand and let it go. “I’m betting Sam told you about my obsession with Wakandan tech.”
“In your defense, Sam talks a lot.” Bucky assures you.
“He does. And he would hate it if you join our conversations.”
“I’m counting on that.”
“But seriously, I would love you - “ You pause. “I mean - you joining our -”
“I would love that too.”
Bucky doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You didn’t need to. It wasn’t necessary. In a span of two days, you made Bucky feel the most comfortable, and awkward but moreso, you made him feel normal. Despite knowing who he is, you didn’t show any signs of fear, or pity. You just showed yourself. And it was enough to make him think and feel that whatever it is that you would love to do, he wants to be part of it, too.
A/N: This came out longer than expected! Hahaha. I would usually limit my one-shots to 1-2k words but this came out loner than expected. I had a lot of fun writing Sam and Bucky's dynamic! You have to have that good balance of care and sarcasm between the two of them. That was enjoyable to do (that's probably why this ended up having 4,5k+ words). Did you enjoy reading it? I hope you did! Feel free to write your thoughts below!
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samwontshare · 7 days ago
Sambucky Fic: POV Sam
Title: The Best of The Best & The Worst of The Worst / link to AO3
Rating: Explicit (dream sex)
Summary: Sam dreams of Riley, he dreams of Bucky. How do you start something new when you're not ready to let go of the past? Sam's nighttime behavior draws Bucky's attention, and Sam considers his past and his present.
Word Count: 1652
Warnings: Smut, Sam’s PTSD and grief. Bucky is barely in this fic, it’s mostly Sam’s thoughts.
Snippet under the cut. Sorry you need to go to AO3 for the smut. XD
The door slid open so quietly Sam tried to pretend none of this was happening. 
“Come on,” a gentle voice said, a hand too cold for a sweltering night on his shoulder. “On your feet, Sam.” 
“I don’t need your help,” Sam spat, but it sounded too small. He was being childish on purpose. He wanted to throw every tantrum he never got to have because he couldn’t be that child in the store. He wanted to throw a few punches and let that serum dissolve them away before they even landed. “I’m fine.” 
“Classic Samuel Wilson denial. You’d lose a wing and tell me ‘we’re good.’” He could hear Riley in his ear. “If you can’t tell anyone, go tell the wind.”
Riley was dead. Bile edged in the back of his throat. He knew that, Sam really knew that, he did. But sometimes he could pretend Riley had just gone home to Minneapolis to visit his folks. The next time he suited up, that crooked smile would be there. But the last time he jumped out of a plane, it was Bucky on his heels. Even when Sam had plotted to leave him stranded, Bucky jumped without a care just to follow him. Bucky hadn’t stopped following him since. 
It became a little easier, day by day, to think of him as his shadow, knowing his six was covered. Bucky was the first person since Riley who slipped inside his guard no matter how much Sam tried to shove him off. And Bucky could take it. He could take the parts of Sam that burned with long simmering anger and the parts that were childish and petty, stubborn and chasing adrenaline. There wasn’t nothing Sam could do to Bucky Barnes that hadn’t already happened to him three times over. 
Even when Sam pushed him, needled him, called him a cyborg, joked that he killed everyone he ever met, refused to tell him shit about the shield because it wasn’t his fucking business, Bucky stayed. He came to Delacroix with an apology on his tongue and a gift in his hands because, damn, this man really did walk out of 1945. When they spent that morning working on the boat, it felt like piece by piece, he was building Sam back up. He had tried to hide how small he had become during this mission, and for a long time Bucky didn't seem to notice... until he did. And when he did, it was rushing wind and falling at 200 kph. 
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indigo2831 · 8 days ago
'Falcon and the Winter Soldier' Fan Fic: Downtime Series Master Post
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Downtime Series
There's a lot of downtime between firefights and saving the world. Important things happen there, too.
Downtime: Gen; Sam and Bucky. Missing scene from TFATWS 1x02. Sam has met John Walker, and he wants nothing more than to knock his teeth in.
The Cow and the Falcon: Gen; Grief/Mourning. Missing scene to TFATWS 1.02. Sam knows how to help soldiers come in out of the cold. Even 100-year-old, one-armed mercenaries who’ve tried to kill him.
Awkward Offerings: Gen; Friendship; Mild Hurt/Comfort. Missing Scene for 1.02. There's no way Bucky's metal arm didn't break Sam's ribs, right?
Tantrum: Gen; Friendship; Sam and Bucky, Zemo and Sharon Carter. Missing Scenes for TFATWS 1.03. Bucky Barnes doesn't trust or like people who don't have tempers. And Sam Wilson is the most even-keeled guy on the planet. Or is he?
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samwontshare · 9 days ago
Sambucky ficlet
Featuring: Sam knowing how jealous Bucky gets around Torres and messing with him a little.
Rating: PG ish? There’s some making out
The slightly edited ao3 version.
“Who was that?” Bucky asked, setting a box down in Sam’s new place in DC. Their new place, a base of operations that didn’t put school age kids at risk of a fire fight. Suddenly those government contracts went up, and Bucky tried to pretend Torres wasn’t bouncing around like an extremely unwanted golden retriever.
Sam tucked his phone into his back pocket. “Rhodes. An entire convoy of armored trucks went missing. They want Captain America to investigate.”
Bucky nodded. “When do we leave?”
“Oh, so it’s like that? You think you’re coming?” Sam scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
The bewildered look on his face made Sam laugh, gap toothed and sunny. He might have vibranium wings but he wasn’t a super soldier. Bucky gestured with his left hand, as if Sam was being intentionally obtuse. Maybe he was. “Yeah. You’re not going in alone. We talked about this.”
“Oh, I didn’t say anything about going alone,” Sam said, obnoxious mirth hiding under the surface and Bucky knew he was going to hate whatever he said next. “Torres. Joaquin’s gotta test the wings sometime.”
Bucky actually stomped his foot, bristling and already opening his mouth to protest when Sam burst into laughter outright.
“You,” Sam said slowly, rapping Bucky’s left arm with his knuckles, “are jealous.”
“I am not,” Bucky complained, mind reeling for excuses that didn’t sound like lies. “He’s too green.”
“He is absolutely not. You just don’t want to share your good pal, Sam, with anyone else. Or maybe you don’t want to miss the action. There’s a word for that now.”
Bucky grit his teeth, the way he did when Sam was absolutely right and he couldn’t even come up with an excuse as to why he wasn’t. Instead he crowded Sam back against the counter, pulling their hips together by the loops of his jeans and catching him in a biting kiss. “Maybe I gotta make you remember why I’m your partner.”
Sam sucked in a breath when Bucky nipped behind his ear. “Yeah, alright, remind me. Still gotta let the kid test his wings. You know that. Don’t worry, I’ll let you come, too.”
“‘Let me come,’ you’re a real riot,” Bucky growled at that but settled for wedging a thigh between Sam’s legs and biting at his lip until Sam opened with a sigh for him. Bucky kissed like he was fighting, but Sam always gave as good as he got.
“Wow, remember that time he said ‘you can’t call me ‘Bucky,’” Torres broke in, a terrible impression of Bucky’s irritated voice on his lips. “And then you both jumped out of a plane? Now you’re making out in our very professional work space. What a wild ride we went on. That’s, like, character growth right there.”
Bucky broke the kiss and leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder. “You gotta take him before I end him.”
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yelllingashardasican · 11 days ago
the sam and bucky arc is so funny to me; like there’s no way that no one at marvel reads fan fics. literally doesn’t have to be sam an bucky fan fics; not even marvel. but they have to have read some because how else would they know to include:
1. enemies to lovers
2. “... unless you could just stay with me...?🥺”
3. there’s only one bed 😱
5. BOAT FIXING MONTAGE (there’s no way they don’t know about the bucky on the docks headcannon)
6. everyone around them knows they love eachother before they do. esp that one frienemy who hella ships them (zemo)
i could go on but i won’t. 
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bottlesandcats · 11 days ago
In my headcanon Bucky never closes his eyes when he’s kissing Sam, at least not all the way, bc he never wants to miss a moment of it. He brings that “staring problem” of his into every aspect of their relationship. Sam still teases him for it but he doesn’t really mean it anymore.
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mollysolo · 13 days ago
Pairing: Sam Wilson X gender neutral!Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack
Summery: Sam finds you while your having a panic attack and comforts you.
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As soon as the meeting ended you raced out of the room and went down to a hallway that was almost always empty.
You pressed your back up against one of its walls as quick breaths left your lips.
For a big majority of that meeting, Tony just yelled at you as you didn’t do too well on the most recent mission and he kept telling you that you needed to do well on every single mission.
Being screamed at, especially by him, just made you feel like such a failure. You felt so embarrassed and just wanted to hide out in your room for the rest of the day.
You didn’t want anyone to bother you.
You let out a quiet whimper as tears fell down your warm cheeks and your breathing became even quicker.
You slid down the wall as you felt yourself become more and more upset as each second passed.
Sam went looking for you after you left this meeting.
As he looked for you, he thought about how Tony yelled at you for so long and how he hated hearing Tony scream at you about how you shouldn’t attend the next mission because of one small failure. He hated seeing that sad look on your face as you tried to keep yourself together.
He furrowed his eyebrows once he finally found you, he slowly walked up to you as he observed your panicked and sad state.
He softly placed his hand over yours as he sat down and continued to look at you. You hesitantly lifted your head and looked at him with an anxious look in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked as he moved his hand up to your shoulder.
“I’m having a panic attack.” you simply muttered as you kept hyperventilating.
He paused for a moment and reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You subtly smiled at him for a second in response to his actions.
“I want to help you, what can I do to make you feel better?” he said gently.
You looked into his eyes again and shakily said, “I just want you to hold me. Please.”
He slowly took you into his arms and comfortingly rubbed your back, making sure not to upset you more. Your buried your face into his right shoulder and snaked your arms around his ribs.
As you got comfortable in his arms, he pressed a few light kisses to your tear stained cheeks, causing you to blush a bit.
“You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. He’s putting too much pressure on you. I’m sorry that I didn’t defend you.” Sam quietly said.
You traced gentle circles along his spine as he told you this. You nodded into him a moment after he finished speaking.
The longer you rubbed circles into his back, the less tears you shed. It was nice having someone on your side who knew how to comfort you.
“It’s fine Sam, it’s not your fault. I just should have worked harder.” you said as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
“No (y/n), out of everyone on the team you work the hardest. Okay? Tony’s just an asshole who needs to be put in his place.” he said, sternly. 
You nodded and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ to him.
You stared at the ground for a second then met his eyes again as you started to stand up. He did the same. He studied your face as he waited for you to speak.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to but, do you want to spend the rest of the day with me in my room or something? I still feel pretty shaken up and I really don’t want to be alone right now.” you said, nervously.
“Sure, I’d love to (y/n).” he said as a grin spread out across his face.
You smiled back at him as you motioned for him to follow you to your bedroom.
Tony stopped you two on the way there and tried to apologize to you, but Sam didn’t even let him get the chance to say anything.
“Nope, keep moving.” Sam said to Tony as he shook his head with disgust and put his hand on the small of your back.
You smiled at him again as you two walked away from Tony and kept walking in the direction of your room.
Once you both got to your bedroom, you laid down on your bed and patted the spot next to you as an invitation for Sam to join you. He beamed at you as he gratefully accepted this invitation.
Subsequently after he laid down, you gently rested your head on his chest and hoped that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable by doing this.
Sams chest vibrated below you with gentle laughter as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed the lower half of his face into your hair.
It felt calming to be with him like this.
A little while later you flipped on your stomach and looked up into his eyes as you began to talk. “Thanks for today, I really appreciate it. Usually, no one is able to comfort me, but somehow you can.” you said.
He ran his fingers across your jaw as he pointed your chin up a little bit. You stared at his face as your own hand found his jaw. You two stayed like this for a few moments before Sam replied. 
“You’re welcome, sugar.” he replied.
Your cheeks turned a light pink as you put your head back on his chest. He rested his hand on your hip as you got settled once again.
You snuggled into him as your mind began to race.
You thought about a lot of things, but you mostly thought about how you felt about Sam and what your friendship could possibly transform into.
i hope you guys like this! while writing this i listened to Kids by Current Joys. and as always my request box is open. :))
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attaining-fic · 15 days ago
Sambucky fic: Warm
Rating: Teens
Pairing: Sam/Bucky, past Sam/Riley
Warnings: PTSD, Sam has a flashback that Bucky helps him through, Bucky briefly implies he was suicidal during TFATWS
Summary: Post episode 6, Sam and Bucky find themselves alone on the docks and old memories of Riley bring up old hurts Sam thought were over. Fortunately, Bucky is there for him. aka healing hurts and confessing love
Link to AO3. 
Snippet under cut.
Something had changed between them. Even when Bucky stared, Sam only turned thoughtful and cleared his throat. It wasn’t the joke he expected. Sam said slowly, “When, ah... when Riley first went down... I was a wreck. I didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, couldn’t even come back here because I knew they’d love me so damn much, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to hold on to that pain so hard I was punishing myself.”
“Why?” he asked, knowing the answer. Sam had never talked about Riley, not beyond the basics. Wingman. RPG. Sam could only watch. It was just as well because when he heard Riley’s name on Sam’s lips an odd sensation tore in his chest that he recognized as envy.
“For not saving him.” He watched Sam’s throat constrict, his eyes squeeze closed. Sam tipped his head to the side, a sharp inhale he wouldn’t have wanted Bucky to hear. He pretended he didn’t. He had a vague memory of falling, Steve screaming his name but the wind stole his voice away fast as he said it. It was terrifying to fall, but it was like flying for the few seconds before he hit the ground. Steve and Sam were too much alike. They would punish themselves for the rest of the world’s doing.
“He wouldn’t blame you,” Bucky said. Steve never blamed him for getting himself thrown off that train, because the stupid punk was busy blaming himself. Like Sam was doing. “He knew what he was getting into when he put on those wings and followed you out there. He would’ve been glad it was him and not you.”
Sam seemed to freeze at that, a shiver running through him like it wasn’t close to ninety degrees. The moment dragged on as Sam furrowed his brow, hastily moved to upturn his beer like he could wash the words themselves down.
“You can’t know that,” Sam whispered, hollow and ill. Bucky had a sense he shouldn’t touch this, not on a day so nice, not when everything had finally been warm. But that wasn’t how the world worked, not for them. Not for anyone, anymore, post-Blip. Maybe there was some work Sam had to do. It seemed wrong, to think that Sam wasn’t alright. Sam was always alright. But that wasn’t it. Sam was like Steve. Sam said he was alright. The way he’d brushed off Walker, what the shield really meant. And Bucky hadn’t seen it until the damage was done.
He bumped his shoulder against Sam. “People like you and Steve… never watch your six when someone else is in danger. That’s why he was there, to make sure you got out. It’s why I was there. Not a single moment I wish it was Steve who fell out of that train car for HYDRA to find. Riley did his job, took the hit so you didn’t have to. It wasn’t your fault he died.”
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So Sam and Bucky start checking up on Peter after his identity is revealed
Cuz fuck it, he’s just a kid, someone has to
Aunt May takes a while to get used to the new captain America and an ex-assassin sitting in her kitchen every week.
Especially because they seem to be bullying her nephew?
But she notices that peter smiles so much more on days where they visit and its been a while since he’s done that
MJ is trying really really hard to stay cool when she meets sam for the first time. (She fails miserably because holy fuck that’s captain America). She’s convinced she pulled it off
Ned and Peter 100% geek out over Bucky’s arm.
(Bucky is trying to process this)
Peter and Ned 100% geek out over RedWing
(Sam misses no chance to rub that fact in Bucky’s stupid face)
Bucky naturally falls back into his oh-my-god-this-small-child-is-trying-to-fight-everything-i-have-to-stop-him routine. (There are days where he accidentally calls him “Steve”).
When Peter tries to break curfew to stay out late and fight baddies, Bucky just drags him back to his appartment by the collar of his suit (no i don’t want to hear it Ste- Peter! It is past 1am on a school night. You can fight more criminals tomorrow after your maths test)
Sam and Bucky still bully Peter mercilessly in front of his friends, family and strangers. Bucky throws a brick at a reporter trying to call Spiderman a “teenage menace” one time (Sam pretends he didn’t see it).
Peter makes one of those “using my scary dog privilige to walk the streets without being harassed by paparazzi” tiktoks, and the camera moves to reveal bucky walking next to him. Murder in his eyes. (Come on. Try. Harass the kid. I want you to do it. I’ll stomp you to death with my hooves)
MJ still fails to hide the look of total admiration and excitement whenever she walks past Sam, responding with a high-pitched “whatever” when he says hi.
And Peter thinks this could work. It’s small but it’s good and it’s in these moments he thinks he’ll be okay.
Then one night Peter is watching the news. His new found fame after his identity-reveal has prompted some journalists to do their own research.
And that’s how he learns that his parents were SHIELD agents
And that’s how he learns they were murdered.
By the Winter Soldier
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whiskey-cokenfanfic · 16 days ago
Brown Skin
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Sam Wilson x Reader
A/N: Y’all ever heard that India Arie song “Brown Skin”? Well it inspired this fic. If you haven’t heard it, I’ll have the link at the bottom of this fic. Anyway, enjoy. (Like, comment, reblog to show love)
Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, 18+ only, Minors DNI
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That was the best word to describe it, you thought. Rich and smooth. Incredibly so. 
How many times had you dreamed of running your hands over it? To feel the smoothness under your palm. To tease the dips and curves with your lips and tongue. You wanted so badly to feel the juxtaposition of hard muscle under soft skin against your body as he moved with you. To be tangled, limb with limb, until you didn’t know where your body ended and his began. To lazily trace lines on it, letting your fingertips lightly dance against it, as he held you close.
You sighed quietly, watching Sam glide through the water of the lake, as you sat in the shade of a tree on the bank. You all had retreated out here in an attempt to fight off some of the sweltering heat of the July day. You needed to get out of the house. The air conditioning was broken and the fans were only blowing back warm air. Bucky had suggested a swim, and you all had readily agreed, grabbing towels and donning your bathing suits. 
“You’re staring again,” you heard Bucky’s voice in your ear, a light laugh surrounding his words.
You turned your head to look at him, a shy smile on your face. “Was it that obvious?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.
You shrugged. “I just… he looks good. I couldn't help it.”
“Well,” Bucky said, nodding towards his friend who had just gotten out of the water. “I say tell him.”
You felt your breath hitch in your throat when you realized that he was coming over towards you. The light from the sun catching the droplets of water that glistened against his rich, brown skin. You couldn’t help it when your tongue came out to lick your lips, your mind occupied with illicit thoughts; mostly of licking him dry. 
This wasn't the first time you'd had thoughts like this about Sam. The first happened a month ago. He had just come back from a run. You had seen him, sitting on the steps, catching his breath, the evening light making his skin shine. You had stopped in your tracks and stood there dumbfounded and staring as you watched the sweat drip from his body. 
When he stood up, stretching, your eyes traveled from his broad shoulders to his arms and the cords of muscle that stood out in them, sliding down to take in how his shirt clung to him and the outline of his slim waist, and further down to his thick thighs and strong legs. When he had turned to walk up the steps to the house, you couldn’t help but stare at his ass, round and firm. At that moment you had been glad that no one had heard the small whimper that had escaped your lips.
How had you never noticed him like this before, was a mystery to you. But since that day, you couldn’t do anything but notice him. Especially how beautiful his skin was. Unmarked and unblemished, impossibly smooth. All you wanted to do was run your hands over it, preferably while he was inside you.
You heard Bucky chuckle, but it sounded far off; your thoughts were firmly planted on the man who now stood in front of you.
“What are y’all talking about?” Sam asked the two of you, crossing his arms across his chest, making his biceps bulge out.
Fuck, that made your mouth water and your pussy throb.
“Oh, just how Y/N was staring at you,” Bucky said, laughing. 
"Really?" he asked, looking at you, the sun catching his brown eyes, a smile growing on his lips.
Oh, how you wanted to feel those lips on yours...
"No," you lied quickly, looking away.
But Sam didn’t buy it, he’d seen the way you’d looked at him before. How you would stare at him after he’d come back from runs. He’d also noticed how you had been staring at him since he walked out in his swim trunks. He had felt your eyes follow almost his every movement as he swam in the lake. And he’d seen how you had licked your lips as he walked towards you. 
He knew you wanted him. 
You squinted out over the lake, determined not to look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.
You cleared your throat and announced, “I’m going inside to lay down.” Before getting up, still determinedly not making eye contact with Bucky who was laughing quietly or Sam who was smirking, and walking up towards the house.
When you were out of earshot, Bucky turned to Sam and said simply, “She wants you, man.”
“I know,” he nodded.
He sighed, “So, and I cannot believe I’m saying this, but, go keep Sarah distracted.”
Bucky grinned, and jogged off to find his friend’s sister without a glance back. Sam shook his head after him, then turned his eyes towards the house, knowing you would be in there alone.
You had your head stuck in the refrigerator, looking for something cool to drink. He walked in, closing the door quietly behind him. You didn’t hear him come in, so when you turned and saw him standing there, you let out a squeak of surprise that made him chuckle and made you spill some of the water in your glass down your front.
“What are you doing in here?” you asked.
“What, I can't come in my sister’s house?”
You rolled your eyes, “Smart ass.”
“I thought you were going to lay down?”
You held up your glass of water. “Got thirsty.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed, looking you up and down, making you feel hot all over. 
You drank your water, trying to hide your nervousness. When you finished, you went to wash the glass out in the sink. He walked up behind you as you were rinsing the glass. When you reached over to put it in the dish rack, he reached out and put his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him.
“So,” he finally said in your ear, making you shiver. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”
At his touch, you closed your eyes, feeling your pussy clench. He had just barely touched you and your body was already responding to him like this. Your brain emptied of all thought except to focus on the feel of his hands, hot against your skin, your back pressed against him, and the thin layer of fabrics that separated the two of you. 
“Oh,” you breathed out.
“Yeah,” he answered, turning you around to face him. He leaned his forehead against yours. “So, I got Bucky to keep Sarah distracted.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“No, but I have other plans.”
You were about to open your mouth to ask what those plans were, when you felt his lips press against yours, softly at first, but then with more force. You felt your arms go around his neck, as he pulled you flush against him. The only thought that crossed your mind was how his lips were so firm. You sucked his bottom lip between your lips. When you parted your lips to let his tongue slip in your mouth, you let out a low moan. When he pulled away from you, you whined softly.
He laughed, before kissing you again. This time you felt his hands slide down to your thighs. He lifted you up easily, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you back into his room, shutting the door with his foot. When he set you down, you pulled him towards you.  
His hands went back to your body, sliding up and down your waist, before he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you against him. His hands going down to palm your ass. You kissed him again, this time trailing your lips from his, to his jaw. You stopped to slide your tongue around the shell of his ear, then kissed him on his neck; licking and biting the firm skin there. You heard him draw in a sharp breath at that, before smacking you on your ass, making you yelp.
You stepped back and looked at him. You were glad that the room was positioned where it was. The sun was filtering through the open curtains onto his body, the light playing off the brown in his skin. It was so beautiful. You traced your hands down his pecs, to his toned stomach. His skin was as smooth and as soft as you had imagined. You sighed softly. You lowered your head, kissing him on his chest before your tongue came out to trace along where your lips had been, circling one nipple, over to the other. You bent a bit so you could move further down, your tongue continuing its journey down his body.
When you reached the top of his shorts, you wasted no time pulling them down and off, freeing his hard cock. You took it in your hand stroking it a bit, making him hiss. You smiled, before moving down lower, licking and kissing down his muscular thighs. You slowly made your way back up until you reached the base of his cock. You licked the underside of it, before circling your tongue around the head. You lowered your head, taking as much of him in that you could, before you started working your mouth on it. Your hands grasped the skin of his thighs before circling around to his ass. You grabbed onto it, pushing him further in your mouth, until you gagged. You felt his hands go to your head, holding it still as he fucked himself into your mouth.
You heard his curses mixed with praise as he continued to snap his hips into your face. “Shit, so good,” he groaned. “Fuck, so sexy. Letting daddy fuck your face like this.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” you hummed around his cock, as you felt spit slip from the corners of your mouth.
“Goddamn, shit, shit,” he cursed as he pulled back, slipping from your mouth, a line of saliva trailing from his dick.
You sat back on your knees looking at him as he breathed hard, a small smile on your face. He pulled you up and crashed his lips into yours, your tongues sliding against each other again. He made quick work of your bathing suit, removing the top, and untying the bottoms.
You felt his hand slide down between your thighs; a finger delving into your slick folds.
“Already so wet,” he said as he added another finger, making you gasp. “Did sucking daddy’s dick make you this wet?”
You nodded, unable to speak as you felt the pad of his thumb circle your clit erasing the thoughts from your head.
“Use your words baby.”
“Y-yes, daddy,” you stammered.
“Good,” he said, taking his finger from you before commanding, “Lay back on the bed. Legs open.” 
You got on the bed, and spread your legs. He looked down at you, exposed and soaking wet for him and grinned. He knelt between your legs, kissing up your thighs. He took one and placed it on his shoulder, then lowered his head and licked a stripe up your pussy lips. You moaned. He slipped his tongue inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit.
You bucked your hips as he slid his two fingers back inside you.
“Hmm let’s see… ah,” he grinned as he curled his fingers against the sensitive spot inside you that made you arch up off the bed. He wrapped his lips around your clit, making your toes curl.
“Fuck, daddy,” you groaned.
“Mmm,” he hummed before raising his head. “You gonna cum for daddy?”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop! Please, daddy, right there!”
He lowered his head again, and sucking harder until, with a shout, you gushed over his fingers. 
He lowered your leg, and started kissing up your body.
“You taste so good, baby,” he said, kissing your neck, before placing his two fingers on your lips. “Here.” 
You opened your mouth and sucked them both in, tasting yourself while looking him in his eyes. You saw them darken, and you wrapped your legs around his waist wanting to push him in.
“Impatient,” he said, teasing your pussy with the head of his cock. “How bad have you been wanting me to fuck you? Hmm?”
“So bad, daddy.”
“Really now?” he said, moving his hips, rubbing his cock against you, getting it wet. 
“Couldn’t help it,” you said running your hands up and down his arms, squeezing on the biceps. “You look so good,” you told him, bucking your hips.
He chuckled, looking down at you. “All you had to do was ask.”
You looked him in his eyes and said, with all seriousness, “Fuck me. Please, daddy? I need you to fuck me.”
“Shit, baby,” he said, grabbing his cock and lining it up, pushing inside you. 
You let out a sigh as you felt him stretch you until he was sheathed completely inside you. He sat inside you, feeling the warmth of you surrounding him. You were so wet, so tight, he had never imagined you’d feel this good. He felt you clench around him and he started to move inside you. The feel of your velvety walls making him groan. 
As your bodies moved together, you slid your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles ripple underneath his skin. Your hands slid up his arms, until your fingers laced with his. He stroked you deep and slow, making you feel every inch of him. All you could do was murmur his name and “daddy” over and over as you felt him move inside you. Each drag of his cock bringing you pure ecstasy. 
He rolled over so you were on top. Then, wrapping one arm around you, he slid off the bed, still inside you. He made his way over to a desk on the other side of the room. He placed you on it, lifting one leg in his arm, and started moving inside you again. You clenched around him as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you.
You threw your head back against the wall, as his lips latched onto your neck. Your moans and his grunts filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the desk bumping against the wall.
“Feel so good around me, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck. This is my pussy now.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Mmm, say it. I wanna hear you say it,” he said thrusting into you harder. “Say. It. For. Me.”
“Shit, it’s your pussy, daddy,” you moaned. “It’s all yours.”
He bought his lips back to yours in a sloppy kiss. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit and you felt yourself get closer to your orgasm, that coil tightening in your belly. 
“Cum for me, baby,” he said. “I know you’re close, cum for daddy. Let daddy feel you cum around him.”
You felt heat spread from your belly as you felt that coil inside you break, your release coming in a gush. You let out a loud moan, as you came harder than you had before. 
“That’s my girl,” Sam groaned. “So sexy.”
He kept moving inside you as you rode out your orgasm. He slipped out of you and sat back on the bed, pulling you with him. You climbed on top of him, sliding down. He cupped your cheek with one hand, “You got another one in you for me?”
You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said, his hands sliding down to your hips, helping you move on top of him. 
When you got your rhythm, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your clit, already sensitive from two orgasms, rubbing against his body. You held onto his shoulders; your foreheads together, your eyes locked on each other. You felt yourself get lost in his gaze, as his cock rubbed against your g-spot. You closed your eyes at how good he felt inside you. Your pussy throbbed around him, another orgasm building. Stars popped behind your eyelids as you felt yourself cum again. Feeling you cum around him again, brought him closer to the edge.  
“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he moaned, starting to raise you off of him.
You shook your head, squeezing your pussy around him, “Stay in me,” you told him. “I want it in me. Please, daddy.”
Hearing that finally tipped him over the edge. With a grunt he came, twitching and spilling inside you. 
You both sat there, him still inside you, as you caught your breath. His head resting on your shoulder. Soon he shifted so you both were laying on the bed. Your legs around him, his arms around you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back as you traced your fingers up and down his arms, chest, and stomach. You’d never get over how beautiful his skin was, even slick with sweat, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him. 
 You gazed into his eyes, as the setting sun reflected off the brown in them. You cupped his cheek in your hand, rubbing your thumb across his jaw. He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, and raising your hand up to his lips. You smiled and did the same to his, before kissing him again deeply. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled on top of you, his arms on either side of you, and you could feel him, still inside you, getting hard again. 
You gazed up at him, the last rays of light making his skin glow. You sighed deeply, wrapping your legs around him as you started to move together again.
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squattingismypassion · 18 days ago
Being in Louisiana with the Wilson family had Bucky feeling settled for the first time in many years. As he looked across the yard to where Sam and the boys were playing he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He could feel a smile taking over his face as he watched his family - and wow, wasn’t that a thought. Bucky felt a wave of emotion come over him and he could feel tears prickling at his eyes. Family, he had family again. He’d finally found his home.
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lokisbookworm · 21 days ago
Sticks & Stones
Part 2
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angsty angst. Swearing. Mentions of implied racism.
Part 1:
Part 2
Before he left the bathroom, Bucky cupped cool water in his hands, forcing himself to swallow his antidepressants. Then he opened the door to find you sitting at the kitchen table and pulling a laptop out of your messenger bag. He tried to keep his expression pleasantly neutral as he turned and poured his own cup of coffee.
You grabbed a digital recorder out of your bag, and looked up at Bucky as your computer powered up. He was wearing black jeans and a misty grey T-shirt, his hair immaculately combed into place. He was smiling as he sat down across from you, but his blue eyes were glassy with deep, bruise-like shadows beneath them. You had to remind yourself not to stare at the vibranium arm.
Bucky cleared his throat and you locked eyes with him. "So," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "Have you been a journalist for a while?" He didn't really know what else to say. The only time the press wanted anything to do with him was when there was a fight involved.
"Little while," you said, turning your attention back to your laptop. You pressed the Record button on the voice recorder and opened up Word. "Two years. Is there anything you'd prefer not to talk about, James?" You added, changing the subject. There was no way you were about to mention this was your first celebrity interview.
Bucky grimaced. "Well, I mean, this interview is about me, right? Not--"
"Not about HYDRA," you said, gesturing wildly as if to wave away his worries. "Or about....The Soldier. I'm here to talk you about the Flag Smashers and Sam Wilson, if you want, or Steve Rogers."
"Right," Bucky said, sounding only slightly reassured. "Right, that's fine. That's fine." He tried to avoid looking at your laptop. He didn't want to think about how much it reminded him of his therapist. How it made him feel like he was being analyzed.
You typed the date and a temporary title on the document. Then you looked up at him. "What would you like to talk about, James?" You asked, plastering what you hoped was a reassuring a smile across your face. You were making a complete ass out of yourself.
First, acting like some kind of timid schoolgirl and then reminding him of HYDRA. Which, from the looks of things, he definitely did not want to talk about. What was wrong with you?
Bucky shrugged, glad to finally be getting down to business. He wasn't sure why he had agreed to this interview in the first place. He kinda just wanted to get it over with. "Just, you know, life."
You nodded. "Have things changed since you helped take out the Flag Smashers?"
Bucky turned his attention to the window. He stared down at the stone courtyard with laundry lines hanging across it in the sun. "People seem less afraid, I guess. I've had one or two people ask for pictures. The government has reached out with some potential--" he cleared his throat, searching for the right words. "--jobs. You know, the usual."
"How do you feel about these things?" You asked him, following his gaze out the window.
"I don't really know," Bucky said, shaking his head. "I'm not -- I didn't ask to be famous. I only wanted to do the right thing." He shrugged. "Make them proud. Make amends."
You turned your attention back to your keyboard. You knew better than to ask what he needed to make amends for. "Make who proud, James?" You ventured instead.
Bucky looked up at you with a knowing smile and wetted his lips. "Avengers," he said simply. "Sam and Steve."
You looked up at him. This interview was not going the way you had planned. But you couldn't let Bucky know that. "Do you miss them?"
"Sam and I talk a lot," Bucky said, nodding. "Mostly texts and sometimes Facetime. I've spent some time with him and his family down in Louisiana. They're great people." He laughed quietly to himself.
"Did you like it in Louisiana?" You asked him.
He nodded again. "Yeah, it's beautiful there. Full of good people. Maybe I'll move one day."
You couldn't help but smile at the faint spark that ignited in his eyes. "And what about Steve?"
Bucky looked up at you with his lips pressed together. No longer smiling. His face was masked with some unreadable expression. "I think about him every day."
After the interview was over, you promised to send Bucky a copy of the paper. Not that he actually wanted it, but Sam would want to see it. He muttered a soft goodbye as he closed the door behind you and then turned to survey the apartment. It wasn't until you had shown up that he noticed how shabby it looked.
Not that Sam hadn't mentioned it a million times already.
"Maybe I should get a couch," he muttered, crossing the room and grabbing the coffee mugs off the table.
Bucky cleaned the cups and the coffee pot quickly before he decided to head out. The pills and the interview had pushed last night's nightmare to the back of his mind. He was hoping it stayed that way. He grabbed a paperback copy of The Lord Of The Rings and his wallet and keys off the floor. Then he left.
Out on the streets, Bucky avoided looking at his reflection in the window fronts. He was never sure who he'd see when he did look. Some days it was the Soldier, other days it was himself all dressed up in '40s attire, but it was almost never the person he was today. It was why Dr. Raynor had recommended he cut his hair.
"You're living a new life. Doesn't that make you want to change things -- leave the past behind?"
It had helped in some ways, Bucky had to admit. There were some days he missed the long hair, but he definitely didn't miss the memories that came with it. Or the looks he got on the streets. But he was trying not to care about that so much.
It had been three weeks since the Flag Smashers' defeat, and two weeks since Sam had talked Bucky into not wearing the gloves or the coats. Talked Bucky into believing he didn't have anything to hide, and even if he tried to his vibranium arm wasn't going away any time soon. Which Sam was right about. Bucky still got looks in the streets -- from kids mostly, who seemed more curious than afraid. The others he tried to ignore.
He pulled his book out after he got on the subway. He liked to go to a gym on the other side of Brooklyn. Bucky found that being out in the city took his mind off of things -- the memories. He figured it was the indifference of the place. The way people moved from one place to another without noticing or bothering one another. Sometimes there were too many people, though, and sometimes they would remind him of someone. A mission.
Those were the days Bucky wanted to just get up and leave. Sam had promised him that he was welcome at the Wilson household anytime. But Bucky didn't want to keep inconveniencing him and Sarah. More importantly, he didn't want to keep running back to Sam -- or anyone else, for that matter -- every time he had a bad day. Bucky wanted to stand on his own.
You had been working on the interview article for three days, trying to breathe some life into it and make it seem happier. Less depressing. Not that James Barnes didn't have a good reason to be depressed. You barely knew anything about the Winter Soldier, and even you could tell how fucked up it had left him.
Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair and surveyed your cubicle. Beige partitions separated you from your coworkers. A plastic succulent and a copy of Stephen King's On Writing stood on your desk beside your laptop. There was a fax machine in the corner, and a small bookshelf along the back wall. Past editions of the Daily Bugle lined the first shelf next to a file about Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes.
It didn't cover much of the HYDRA stuff. Only what was available to the public domain -- his past and childhood in Brooklyn, WWII, how he had been forced to work for HYDRA, and how he'd been framed by Helmut Zemo for the UN bombing. There were a few papers, offering insight on his psychological state. They all seemed to agree that Bucky probably had some form of PTSD and possibly DID. What was really up for debate was whether or not he felt any remorse for his past as the Soldier. The Flag Smashers defeat had sparked a new conversation: If Bucky regretted his past, then why did he keep fighting -- was it possible that he learned to love killing?
It was all bullshit as far as you were concerned. You had seen Bucky's remorse from the moment you met him. Even after you woke him at nine in the morning and invaded his home to ask highly personal questions, he still seemed like a good guy. Maybe a bit distracted, but still a good person.
"Hey, Y/N," a voice said, causing you to jump.
You spun in your seat to see Peter Parker leaning against the wall of your cubicle. Peter was a seventeen-year-old photographer. He came by every couple of weeks to sell Spiderman pictures to Jameson. No one knew how he got them, but they were the best Spidey pics in the city. You and him had bonded over the bad coffee in the break room. Peter said he was only doing the photography thing part-time until he got into MIT.
You thought it was somewhat of waste. He was really talented, and easily could have gone to art school if he wanted. But, you reminded yourself with your Creative Writing degree, not everyone considered art school a viable career option.
"Peter," you spat, feigning anger.
"Sorry," Peter laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you. What are you working on?" He nodded at the laptop.
"Oh, I finally got to interview James Barnes over the weekend," you told him, trying not to grin.
"James Barnes?" Peter's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "As in James Buchanan Barnes -- the Winter Soldier? That James Barnes?"
"The one and only," you said, nodding.
"Oh, my god," Peter laughed in disbelief. "That's amazing -- congratulations, Y/N. How is the interview going?"
You turned back to your laptop, frowning. Peter crossed the room to take a look over your shoulder. You didn't mind. "Not great," you sighed. "Its kind of depressing, you know?" You looked back at the teen.
"Isn't that kind of to be expected?" Peter reasoned with you. "His life was kind of terrible. Brainwashed, framed, Blipped, and now his best friend is dead." He grimaced.
You nodded. "Yeah, I know, but he seemed like he was kind of in a good place. Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"He was really polite and smiling most of the time," you tried to clarify. "But he didn't seem thrilled about, you know, being pardoned and a superhero and all that. I mean, I know his life sucked and all, but I don't want to bore the readers."
"I don't think they'd be bored by this," Peter said, shaking his head.
You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Really?"
"Really," Peter said. A pained look crossed his face as he added, "This isn't Tony Stark we're talking about--"
"Kid's right." Both of you turned to see Jonah Jameson in the doorway of the cubicle. Jonah was the editor and face of the Daily Bugle. "Interview is about the Winter Soldier -- that's who the readers wanna know about. That's who they're paying to read about. You gotta keep it honest. Real and real life is depressing." Jonah nodded at Peter. "You, my office now. I need pictures for tomorrow's issue."
"Yes, sir," Peter said and he waved to you as he followed after Jonah.
That night Bucky got a text message from a number he recognized as Peter Parker's. He didn't really know him except that he was a high schooler, who had been close to Tony and from Germany -- the Spider kid. Bucky had no idea how Parker had got his number, either. It was supposed to be private, but according to Sam the kid was a member of the Avengers and he rarely bothered Bucky. So Bucky had yet to block the number.
Peter: i heard y/n interviewed u???
"Y/N?" Bucky echoed, frowning -- the journalist from the Bugle. How the hell did he know you?
The two of them texted for about fifteen minutes. Long enough for Bucky to figure out Peter knew you from some after school job he'd done at the Bugle. He wanted to make sure you were safe. Bucky told him there was no reason why you shouldn't be -- you and Bucky barely knew each other. Friday had been the first day he'd laid eyes on you, so it wasn't like anyone could use you to get to him.
Peter stopped texting him after that, and Bucky was grateful. Almost.
Sam arrived on Thursday with an air mattress, planning to stay until Sunday. "What are you looking at now?" He asked Bucky, who was staring intently at his cellphone. Sam pulled some plates down out of the cupboard and began to dole out the pizza that was on the counter. "Hello?" He grabbed a wadded up napkin and threw it at the super soldier.
Bucky caught the napkin wordlessly without looking up. "Craigslist," he said simply.
Sam set the plates on the card table with a huff. "Craigslist, seriously?" He asked. "Why are you on there?"
Bucky shoved his phone in his pocket and sighed as he got to his feet. "Been thinking that maybe I should get a couch or something." He crossed the room and sat down at the table.
Sam looked at him with raised eyebrows as he sat down. "Is this about a girl?" He asked. "That journalist?"
Bucky's head snapped up to meet his gaze. "What, no," he scoffed with a smirk. "I mean, sort of but no. It's just that she showed up here and then I realized there's no furniture, nowhere to sit down and, you know, it's rude to make people stand the whole time." Not that he planned on having visitors ever again.
Sam took a bite of his pizza and scowled at him. "And I've been telling you this for how long?"
Bucky rolled his eyes and looked out the window. "Stop," he said, grabbing his pizza.
Sam shook his head. "Don't buy furniture off of Craigslist," he said firmly. "I mean it."
"Everything in this apartment is from Craigslist," Bucky informed him. "Except the mattress."
"Oh, my god," Sam said. "You're lucky you don't end up with cockroaches or something."
"Every apartment in New York has cockroaches," Bucky deadpanned. He took a bite of his pizza as his phone went off in his pocket. He pulled it out and frowned. He had an email from F/I Y/L/
Then he recognized your surname and realized it must be about the interview. He opened the email and put the phone back in his pocket before he'd even read the whole thing. He looked up to meet Sam's inquiring gaze. "Interview is gonna be in tomorrow's paper. Both editions," he informed him.
Bucky's eyes snapped open the next morning when he heard the sound of creaking floorboards outside his front door. Then footsteps. He'd been awake for hours, trying to push the thoughts of the blood-splattered shield out of his mind. He looked beside him to find Sam snoring softly on the air mattress, and sunshine pouring in the window.
But HYDRA agents weren't exactly picky about when they decided to kill you.
More footsteps and then a soft thud. Bucky got to his feet, crossed the room, and threw open the door. He frowned when he saw a small stack of newspapers in front of the door. Craning his neck, he could see your retreating figure just down the hall. "Y/N?" He called after you.
You paused. Then turned slowly to look at him, wearing an expression like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Bucky found himself trying not to smile.
"Bucky, hi," you greeted him, partially relieved to see that he was wearing more clothes than the last time you'd seen him.
"You brought these?" Bucky asked. "For me?"
You shrugged as an embarrassed blush spread across your cheeks. "I mean, you're not on our delivery list and I wasn't sure how else--" you started and then paused. "I'm so sorry to do this again. To just show up like this -- I didn't mean to wake you, I swear."
Bucky chuckled softly, grabbing the newspapers off the floor. "It's fine. Why don't you come in?"
"Oh, okay," you said, watching him disappear inside the apartment. Then you walked down the hall and followed after him. You closed the door behind you and then froze when you noticed Sam. "Is that--"
"Yep," Bucky said, cutting you off. "Captain America -- hey, Sam, wake up!" He kicked Sam gently in the shin.
Sam jerked awake with a grunt. "Bucky, you kick me again and I'll beat you," he said, sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. Then he turned and paused when he saw you. "Oh, hi, I didn't realize we had company. Sam Wilson," he said, offering you his hand.
The two of you shook hands briefly. "Y/N Y/L/N," you told him.
"The journalist," Bucky clarified as he started to make coffee.
"The journalist," you echoed, nodding.
Sam's face lit up with understanding. "Oh, the one from the Bugle."
"Yeah," you said. "I just came by to drop off some of the papers with the interview. I should really get going."
Bucky turned off the faucet and looked up at you. "Are you sure?" He wasn't sure why he asked. He mostly invited you inside out of politeness, but some part of him just wanted you out. The part that was afraid of what that interview might say about him.
You looked up at him with an expression that suggested leaving was the last thing you wanted to do. You nodded anyway. "Yeah, I have errands to run and stuff."
Bucky and Sam exchanged a glance. "Okay," Bucky said nonchalantly. "Well, thank you for the papers. I really appreciate it a lot, and it was good seeing you again, Y/N."
Sam turned to watch you go. Then he grinned and said, "Hey, before you go, do you have a card or something? I was thinking maybe you could interview me next."
You stopped to stare at him. Captain America wanted you to interview him? "Yeah, sure," you said, fumbling to get a business card out of your messenger bag. "Feel free to reach out at any time, Captain."
"Thanks." Sam waved after you as he grinned down at the card.
Bucky leaned against the counter while the coffee marker started to work. "You really want her to interview you?"
Sam shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He said, getting to his feet. "This is for you, though. You're welcome." He thrust your business card into Bucky's hand and disappeared into the bathroom.
Bucky scowled after him before looking down at the card. It wasn't fancy at all -- white and printed on something akin to cardboard with an indelicate font. Your name, email address, and phone number were listed in the middle of the card right above the words, "Freelance Journalist." Bucky wondered if you'd had them printed before you started at the Bugle.
He set the card down on the table and grabbed a newspaper off the stack. The interview was printed on page two since the Flag Smasher story was a few weeks old already--
Today, I met with Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes in his charming Brooklyn apartment. He is a man clearly haunted by his complex and terrible past now determined to be a force of good in the world. Sgt. Barnes was once best known as "The Winter Soldier" and life long friend of Captain Steve Grant Rogers, the original Captain America. However, Barnes's identity as the Winter Soldier is one that he has shed as he moves on to better things in life.
Sgt. Barnes seems battle weary, but he seems to recognize the good a man of his skills could do in the world. That's why he keeps fighting, he says. To make his friend, Sam Wilson, proud and to make the regrouping Avengers proud, but most of all to make himself proud. When asked about his departed friend Steve Rogers, Barnes said that he thinks of the super soldier every day and it is clear that he is not yet done grieving Captain Rogers.
When asked how Sam Wilson compared to the previous Captain America, Sgt. Barnes said, "There is no comparing the two of them. There are no comparisons to be made. They're both good, amazing, honorable men, but Steve and I -- we're not just from a different time. We're from different cultures -- different worlds. Sam grew up experiencing things that Steve and I never even had to think or worry about. That's something neither of us really considered before Steve gave Sam the shield -- the history of our country and the Black community. And that's something I've come to understand that Black Americans -- some of them -- have a complex relationship with our country and it's government and the history of our nation. Because they've have seen terrible things and terrible things have been done to them. Things that a lot of people don't even know about or won't talk about. There is no good reason for any of them, and they are all things that no one can come back from. But I really think only good can come from Sam taking up the Captain America mantle." It was clear that in that moment Sgt. James Barnes was proud and happy to know Sam Wilson. But, perhaps, disappointed in himself due to lessons he has only recently learned.
As we approached the subject of the Flag Smashers defeat, Barnes had this to say, "Let me just make one thing clear -- Karli Morganthau's death is a tragedy. There is no celebrating that. She was just a kid -- a young adult trying to do some good in the world, but going about it in the wrong way. She made some terrible choices, but that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to still be alive. And I'm glad that Sam stood up to those politicians to make them see how people like Karli and the Flag Smashers had been suffering."
Bucky stopped reading there, briefly skimming the rest of the article. It was all good things. There was nothing about HYDRA or the UN bombing or the Winter Soldier. There were aspects of the article that were sad, yes, but everything about him was overwhelmingly positive. He stared down at the paper, not quite knowing how to process what you had written.
It was the first time his name was in an article that wasn't about war or a HYDRA target.
"Hey, man."
Bucky looked up to see Sam standing in the hallway that led to rest room, dressed in a blue T-shirt and athletic shorts. He looked from Bucky to the newspaper and back again. "Aww, man, what did she write?" He reached out and grabbed a newspaper off the table.
"It's good, actually," Bucky said as Sam began riffling through the pages. "Everything she said is all positive. Even the stuff about me."
Sam looked up at him, confused, but Bucky didn't give him a chance to speak. Instead, he stood up, grabbing your card off the table, and snatched his phone off the charger on the counter. He pushed past Sam into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Then he sat down on the edge of the bath tub and dialed your number.
You answered on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Y/N," Bucky greeted you. "This is James -- James Barnes. Thank you."
A/N: Just wanted to apologize if any of this was racially insensitive. That wasn't my intention and I'm really sorry if I offended anyone.
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tripleyeeet · 21 days ago
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lately i’ve been feeling the push to write that coffee shop au i may or may not have previously mentioned but i’m having trouble picking out a first fic, so uh, if you’re interested in reading please vote for your favourite either by replying to this or sending an ask or whatever you feel like? then whichever one has the most votes by the end of the night i’ll do. okay bye. 
also yes, if you’re wondering, these are all unfortunately based on true stories. 
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During their first closing shift, reader is tasked with unclogging the bathroom, resulting in a disastrous flood. 
BUCKY BARNES x READER, also ft. platonic! wanda maximoff and vision.
After getting called in to cover someone else’s shift, Reader finds themselves unsure of what to do when a man locks himself in the bathroom after robbing a bank. 
SAM WILSON x READER, also ft. platonic! loki laufeyson and scott lang.  
Bored during a closing shift, Reader and Tony decide to drink on the job, resulting in a newly invented game, a casual dare done wrong, and a severely injured employee. 
TONY STARK x READER, also ft. platonic! natasha romanoff and steve rogers. 
When a mysterious picture of Jeff Goldblum appears in the apparent haunted staff bathroom, Reader, Sam, and Bucky go looking for the culprit who put it there. 
LOKI LAUFEYSON x READER, also ft. platonic! sam wilson and bucky barnes.  
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basically i love all of these and i’m having trouble deciding so i figured instead of freaking out about it i can just let y’all do it for me. :’)
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Fic request!
Falcon and the Winter Soldier AU where Bucky gets shot instead of Karli.
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leylinefiction · 23 days ago
No More Yesterdays:  Chapter 1
“Just call him already!”
“Oh my god, would you stop?”
“I swear to God, Mary, Joseph, and the sweet baby Jesus, if you don’t call that man for a drink, Josephine Delacroix, I will no longer call you my friend.”
Josephine doesn’t even look up from her phone. “Nice knowing you, Meg.”
“It’s a drink for crying out loud. Tell me,” Meg drops the files she had been holding on the dented office desk. “When was the last time you spent five minutes alone with a man?”
“Forty-five minutes ago when Matt thought the ladies room was the men’s. You would have thought the lack of urinals would have clued him in as soon as he walked in.”
“Jo. Be serious.”
“Alright, alright.” Jo turns her phone off and slips it into her jacket pocket. “It’s been...awhile.”
Jo wonders though exactly how long it had been since she had a romantic entanglement. Did the five years that she was missing count? Or just the three months that she had been back? Not that she was much of a catch at the moment, currently living in the Manhattan GRC internment camp, trying to get her career back. But Meg has been her advocate and only friend during her time in the camp. The sooner she could get her paperwork through the ungodly slow machinery of government red tape, the sooner she would be able to get into an apartment.
Meg takes her seat behind the well-worn desk. “Then, maybe it’s time. It’s just a drink. I’m not asking you to marry the guy.”
Jo sighs heavily. “Alright, fine. But just a drink.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
“Fine.” Meg’s eyes dart down to the pocket where Jo had put her phone. “Jo.”
“Okay, okay,” Jo pulls out the phone and the number that Meg had scribbled on a post-it. She punches in the number into the messages app and types her message.
“Read it to me.”
“Are you serious right now?”
Meg snapped her fingers in true New Yorker impatience.
“Fine. My name is Josephine and Meg gave me your number. She thought you might want to meet for drinks sometime. Does 5 at O'Malley's Pub work for you? Hope to see you then so Meg can stop annoying the hell out of me.”
Meg gave her an exasperated look.
“Okay, so I didn’t add that last part. Good enough?”
With a disgruntled shake of her head, Jo sends the text. “Done. Happy?”
“I am. And look sweetie, it’s just a drink. You need to socialize in order to get back into society.”
“I am in society. I’m doing the blog and interviewing people in the camp. That’s socializing.”
Meg leans on the stack of files. “Not really. What you’re doing is research. I’m just worried if you continue to research and take pictures, you’ll become a permanent observer. That’s a lonely, lonely life.”
Jo gives Meg a sincere smile. “I know. It’s just been a lot to absorb and process.”
“Don’t get stuck in the processing though. You already spent five years in limbo. Don’t continue that purgatory now that you’re back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jo leans down and gives Meg a brief hug. “Now, will you get off my back?”
“Only when you get on yours.”
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?”  
“That’s what I want you to title my interview.”
“Consider it done!” Jo opens the door to the GRC office and steps out onto the busy New York street. She promised Mrs. Pearl Claxton that she would interview her in another hour. Pearl had lived in the apartment building next to the internment camp and had survived the blip. Jo’s desire to interview the older women is more of a selfish reason. She is so desperately curious as to what happened while she was gone and who better to tell her than those who lived through it. Nevermind the woman hates the camp that was set up next to her home and practically spits on the refugees, Jo feels comfortable slipping into reporter mode. It is the only familiar thing at the moment. Her phone dings and she pulls it out to see it was a text from the number Meg gave her.
I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong number. My name is James. I don’t think I know a Meg or a Josephine.
Ah, the gods were finally smiling down on her! She didn’t have to tell Meg that she had texted the wrong number and just play that she had gone for drinks with Meg’s friend.
I’m sorry to bother you, she texted back and slipped the phone back into her pocket.
“I see we have a new number in our phone.”
God, he hated therapy. It kept him out of federal custody but there were times when Bucky thought prison might not be all that bad. But when he glances over at Dr. Raynor and sees the slight smirk on her face, he decides to go with it.
“Yeah. Made a new friend, doc.”
She tosses his phone back to him and he quickly pockets it. He doesn’t want her reading any of the texts and finding out it was a wrong number.
“What’s their name?”
“Meg and Josephine.”
She raises her eyebrows slightly.  
Shit. “It’s uh, one of those…”
“Group chats?”
“Yeah. One of...those.” He finds the act of struggling for technological terms a way to misdirect conversations and ultimately avoid topics. It works fairly well both in and out of Raynor’s office.
“How’d you meet Meg and Josephine?”
God, she is nosey today. “They just moved into the apartment above me.”
Raynor narrowed her eyes slightly. “So you have two women texting you even though they live on the floor above you?”
Bucky felt his cheek twitch slightly. “Yeah. Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”
“Sure, they do, but, James, you live on the top floor of the building. The roof is above you.” Raynor reaches for her notebook and Bucky’s head hits the back of the couch at the same time she clicks her pen. “You know the drill: you lie, I write.”
He manages to get through the next twenty minutes gritting his teeth and when the timer goes off, he’s halfway to the door.
“I want to know who Meg and Josephine are next session, James.”
He emits a noncommittal noise and makes a beeline for the elevator. When the doors close, he pulls his phone out and re-reads the text. O’Malley’s, a local Irish pub that was just a couple blocks from the GRC internment camp, wasn’t exactly out of his way. Even though he isn’t the one that Josephine is supposed to meet, he could get a good enough look at her to mollify Raynor. Plus, he has to admit, curiosity is getting the better of him.
The late winter air whips through the concrete canyons of the city and he finds himself becoming somewhat centered again. In a world where you could put a small computer with a touch screen in your pocket, New York City had endured. The sounds, smells, people, buildings, way of life were not that much different than when he and Steve ran the streets of Brooklyn. The city had evolved, as all cities do, but not enough for Bucky to feel as out of place in the world as he often did.
O’Malley’s is the stereotypical Irish pub with a large bay window facing the street. Bucky stood off to the side of the window, out of pedestrian foot traffic. He could peer into the bar without looking obvious and see if he could figure out which one was Josephine. There were more than a few women sitting around the old, dark wood bar but there are two in the corner that appear to be actively watching the door. One had short, dark hair and was dressed in a suit while the other had straight reddish hair and an oversize fisherman sweater.
It is the redhead that catches his attention. Unlike her companion, her shoulders are tense as she stares down at her phone. The artificial light reflects off her face and there’s a familiar weariness to her eyes. She looks how he feels: uncomfortable and out of place. He steps away from the building, his intent to continue on the three blocks to his apartment, but he pauses. What is he going home to exactly? A sparsely furnished one bedroom apartment where he can’t even bring himself to sleep in his own bed?
“To hell with it,” he mutters and turns around, heading into the bar.
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anthonystan · 25 days ago
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Since a lot of people seem to be climbing aboard this ship thanks to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, I’ve tried to compile a list of sambucky fics (both old and new) that I love. And also, I am including my own stories, because what is tumblr if not a place for self-promotion?
I’ve tried to tag authors on tumblr, so if I recced your story but didn’t tag you, let me know!
TFATWS-Compliant (I need more of these btw)
Pick Me Up and Dust Me Off (T) Bucky asks Sam for a favor.
#notmycap (T)(Gen) In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.
Fill the Hole in My Heart (NR) Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.
if you leap i’ll come (falling too) (E) by @coffeeinallcaps “It doesn’t mean anything,” Sam agrees, suppressing a shudder as Bucky presses an open-mouthed kiss to his throat. He shoves his hands under Bucky’s shirt, feels the muscles of his back work. “And it doesn’t have to happen again.” But it does happen again. And again. And—
Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) (E) by @villa-kulla​ Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.
Lucky (T) In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.
still feel the pull of you (E) After realizing there are some unexpected side effects for those who've been brought back to life after the Snap, Sam and Bucky slowly but surely learn that if they want to be loved, they must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known [via soul bond].
safe like spring time (T) by @quididtch Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.
hunger for your touch (E) by @coffeeinallcaps Of course it’s not the first thought that crosses his mind when he loses the arm, but. Well. He really did like those smooth hard metal fingers a lot, is all.
The Lion Sleeps Tonight (M) by @hypermania 5 times Sam and Bucky are forced to share a bed + 1 time they choose to.
within me, an invincible summer (E) by @notcaycepollard Sam knows Steve thought Sam’d be looking after Bucky. Turns out, those first few days, it's the other way around. Turns out, Sam was holding himself together more than he realized. Alone, Sam has nightmare after nightmare. During the day, his eyes ache with how tired he is. He forgot how bad this could get.
I’m in the Wrong Place to be Real (M) In which Bucky, Sam, and Steve learn to live together, Bucky and Sam learn to love each other, and Bucky learns to love himself.
and i run, further than before (T) Basically, the 5 times Sam actually found Bucky and the 1 time he tried to hide from him. Don't tell Steve.
Alternate Universe (clearly not my favorite genre, oops)
you touch me within and so i (know i can be human again) (E) by @notcaycepollard It’s inevitable, the way it goes. He’s my friend, Steve says, and he is, he is, he must be. Sam’s best friend is Steve, and Steve’s best friend is a werewolf, that’s just how Sam’s life works now.
double back (E) Sam gets stuck in a time loop. In 1943.
love is in the air (i smell coffee) (T) with beautiful art by @persehpone Sam Wilson - graduate student, part-time barista, part-time salesman, and full-time father - doesn't have time to sleep, much less date. At least, that's what he tells himself.
Also, Nightingale (E) by @the-cimmerians Post Civil War: life in Wakanda is full of surprises. And eventually smut.
This Fledgling Thing (T) by @snarklyboojum They say 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' but Sam has pretty big hands and he'd prefer the birds to keep their beaks out of his love life, thanks.
There’s My Territory (E) by @dsudis "That's the beauty of this stuff," the salesman said, tilting his head toward the display Bucky had been looking at. "Nobody knows what you're keeping under your clothes. That's between you and yourself."
sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is (T) by @enemyofrome Bucky knows that going back on ice is for the best. Steve and Sam beg to differ. There are tears and cuddles and explosions, and some truly awful puns.
It’s a Moon Thing (E) In which Sam Wilson discovers the effects of the moon on enhanced super-soldiers and has a lot of sex thanks to it.
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mejacinta · 28 days ago
Nearly half of Tfatws audience is minors and their parents. And this is a Disney show so... Maybe get this on HBO to see fan-favorite ships manifest unfiltered. Because the first and last unfiltered thing you'll see is the bloodied shield.
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alienstardust · 29 days ago
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* so every day, we'll be happy, i know ( sam wilson x f!reader ) {part 2}
♫ “IT’S IN HIS KISS” BETTY EVERETT ¤ PARTS: ONE. TWO. ► Reader and Sam are childhood friends. He comes back home. They reconnect. Feelings resurface.
A/N: Sam Wilson Imagine. Yes! Here is part two! I hope it’s good. I didn’t want to make it too sad...but just a dash of it. lol -sucker for it- I definitely will be writing more for Sam! *thumbs up* Feel free to send in fiction requests. Thank you so much for the reads! I see all the notes. Y’all...amazing! Feedback and comments are appreciated. Thank you! Note - Italics are memories.🖤 [Warnings: some fluff, some soft smut]
“So, do you want to talk about it?” The teenager asked as she climbed through Sam’s window, draping her legs over the windowsill as she sat down. Sam wasn’t planning on letting her in, but she stood outside throwing small pebbles at the window. She was whispering loudly to see if he was awake, waving her arms, and jumped up and down when he finally got up off the bed. He flicked back the latch, then opened the window. He shuffled his feet back to his bed while he exhaled annoyed. 
“Not really,” he muttered before clapping his hands together. He shrugged his broad shoulders, then threw his arms up in a defeated fashion. “What should I say?” He grumbled. His friend kicked out her legs, pinched at her jean-covered knees before sliding off the window. She slipped off her shoes before sitting next to him on the bed. 
“I’m sorry it happened.” She offered quietly, scrunching up the side of her face looking at him. Sam didn’t turn his attention to her, he only kept looking forward, straight out the window. He pressed his lips together into a thin line. She could see her friend was hurting, the words she was ready to say probably weren’t going to help any, so she only swallowed them and remained quiet. “You deserve better, Sam.” She finally blurted out while she lifted her legs, to tuck them underneath her. She held out the hand to him, wiggling her fingers at him. 
Sam glanced at her hand, then to her, locking eyes. He sighed and intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her hand a gentle loving squeeze. She smiled softly at him and kissed his knuckles before resting their clasped hands on the bed. Her fingers brushed over the blue string he still had around his wrist, she had hers. “I think your parents were right suggesting a different string. These hold better,” she pointed out. 
“They always are.” Sam agreed before snorting a laugh and shaking his head. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles sending her pulse into a race. She swallowed, then turned her attention to the open window to try to calm the thoughts. 
“I’m considering joining the military,” Sam spoke with a low, but serious tone. She sat up a bit straighter, pushing her eyebrows together. Her mouth opened a little to try to say something, but she nodded quickly.
“Yeah...I think after graduation, everything. Yeah, I don’t know.” Sam half-smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he moved his hand away from hers. A small frown fell over her lips, but she quickly hid it with a grin instead. 
“You do what’s right for you, Samuel. Deal?” She held out her hand to him. 
“Deal,” he shook it. He smiled at her, he then leaned in and kissed her cheek. She turned quickly to catch his lips. 
You closed up the bookstore, taking care of all the last-minute tasks before you started your inventory task. A strained groan started in your throat as you shuffled around the empty store. You told yourself to not let this happen, but it needed to get done and correctly. 
You messed with the stereo system to set up your phone and start your preferred working playlist. The music started, you bopped your head to the beat and then dropped your clipboard on the desk. You lifted your head when you heard a knock at the door. A smile grew over your lips as you went to open the door. “What did you bring?” You asked Sam as you held the door open for him. 
“Alcohol, pizza, and donuts. Isn’t this the food of champions?” Sam held up the boxes as he walked in, smiling a little at you. 
“Umm...yes. You’re correct. You may enter,” you answered as you closed the door so you could lock it again. “Set it down on the counter. Let me get the stools from the back.” You headed to the back office, bringing two stools setting them down near each other. “Thank you for coming. I won’t be too long. I just need to get started on this hell,” you bit down your tongue out as you plopped down. Sam opened up one of the beers, sliding it over to you. You lifted it up and clinked it against his before taking a sip. 
“Not a big deal. I think Sarah wanted me out of the house. I’ve been getting on her nerves, apparently,” he scoffed, grinning at you. “I think I’ve been helpful.”
“Hmm…no. Not really. You are annoying,” you pointed out as you took a bite from your slice of pizza. 
“Wow! Okay. You’re annoying too by the way.” Sam took a sip from his bottle, then got his own slice. “So, how’s everything been going for you?” He asked curiously. You chewed, glancing up at the ceiling, and squinted as you considered your answer. 
“Good? I guess.” You finally settled on the words. Sam started to nod slowly, it was his way of asking you to elaborate without asking you to elaborate. You set the slice down on your paper plate, wiping your mouth and hands with your napkin. “I guess there was that brief moment in time when I moved away to try to find myself. I had a map, drove, marked off places, then ended up back home.”
“Did you find out anything interesting about yourself while you were out? Which by the way, sounds a little reckless but I’m not surprised,” Sam shook his head and laughed a little. You beamed wide and winked at him. 
“I just never changed, which I guess is nice.” You exhaled as if you were bothered by it, dropping your shoulders. You lifted your slice of pizza and took another big bite. The time apart from Sam was kind of difficult for you. There were times when you found yourself writing letters to him in your journal, they would remain unsent and remain in the book. You would take that journal and drop it into a box, shoved that box into the attic to be forgotten about. 
Sam was the one who was there for you when you were scared and overwhelmed. He would hold your hand and tell you everything would be okay. There was so much noise in your head at times, he would help quiet it down. 
“You can do this, Y/N.” 
“Nope. I can’t. I can’t, Sam.”
“Hey,” Sam cupped her face, held her gaze for a long moment until her attention was on him. “I believe in you.”
“You would be a boring person if you suddenly settled down.” Sam grinned and finished his beer, setting the empty bottle down. “Anything else?” 
“Like?” You started to smirk dubiously, leaning forward to speak in a whisper. 
“Anything,” he leaned forward to whisper back. You wrinkled your nose at him, then moved back, taking another sip. 
“I’m now a crime lord, and I think my people will have to kidnap you.” You stood up, shrugging your shoulders looking at him apologetically. “Or you could just not eat the donut with the sprinkles.” You reached over the box, flipped it open, and pulled out the one with sprinkles. “Yum!” You took a bite out of it. 
“Damn. That would’ve been sexy though. And this bookstore would’ve been a good front,” Sam teased. You snapped your fingers, stomped your foot. 
“Shit.” You leaned the side of your body against the counter as you picked up one of the sprinkles, dropping it into your mouth. “I have nothing else to say. I was gone for five years.” You finally admitted to him quietly, avoiding eye contact with him. The blip happened, you only remember getting ready for work, and the next thing you knew - you were outside a strange building. 
Sam fell quiet after you made your confession. He pushed the stool back to stand in front of you, not getting too close, even though you wouldn’t have pushed him away. “Okay…” You exhaled setting the donut down, you cleaned off your hands on your jeans. “I was dating this guy, but he was more interested in stealing from me, than being with me. So, he had a field day when I blipped. Most of my shit was gone when I came back.” You laughed bitterly as you began to drudge up these bits of memories. You rubbed the sides of your face as Sam kept his gaze fixed on you. “You were gone too from what I understand. But you - Sam. You’re a hero. I’m me.” 
“You could have called when you came back. I could have helped you find that jackass that took your stuff.”
“Doubt it. But I like the thought,” you clicked your tongue as you raised your eyebrows. You stretched your foot to tap his ankle gently. “Thank you for what you did and do. You saved a lot of people, Sam. You’re saving a lot of people.” 
“So, you’re a crime lord now?” 
“Obviously, Sam.” You gestured around the bookstore and half-smiled. “Look at my spoils.” You dropped your arms and glanced at him. You breathed in. Sam took a step forward, pressed a palm against the counter on either side of you. He studied you as you chewed on inside of your cheek anticipating what was going to happen next. “Careful, Sam, don’t want to live too adventurously.” 
“Confession. I think I need more of it.” Sam sweetly crushed his lips against yours, you responded and moved your lips against his. You gripped his shirt to bring him closer to you as you kissed him with more passion, affection. You felt his body press against yours as his hands slid from the counter to your hips. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his shoulders, gently brushing your fingertips against the nape of his neck. 
The kiss grew more heated as you gripped the collar of his shirt. You felt your hips press against his, a moan erupted in his chest. It took strength but you pulled away first, your breathing was ragged along with his. 
“Pre-inventory can wait,” you swallowed. “My place?”  
“Good idea.” 
You unlocked the front door to your house, not bothering to turn on any lights, you tugged Sam inside as you shut the door. He glanced around before yours and his lips connected again. You took a fistful of his shirt as you walked back toward the room. You started to lift the shirt up, he finished and dropped it. He slipped his arm around your waist, his lips moved from your lips down to your throat. You moaned his name as you made it to your room. 
You took a step back from him keeping your eyes on him. Your body was aching for more of his touch. You wanted his hands to caress every inch of you. You lifted your blouse and let it drop. Sam swiftly moved close to you, his lips slid over your chest and then your collarbone. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as you kissed his exposed skin lovingly. “Sam,” you spoke breathlessly. “I love you. I’ve always had. I was waiting.” 
Sam took a hold of you, bringing your warm body closer to his. He kissed you softly as his thumb caressed your cheek. He slowly drew away but kept his lips lingering over yours. “I know.”
“Did you just fucking quote Han Solo?” You started to smile against his lips. He let out a breathless chuckle, kissed you lightly. 
“I love you, Y/N. I was waiting for the right time. I thought I lost my chance.” Sam pressed his forehead against yours as he gently touched your lips with his thumb. 
“Let’s not wait any more, Sam.” Your lips connected again, you crushed your body against his. He moved his hands down the sides of your body, your fingertips dug into his back. The two of began to get lost in one another, finding the way to bed. His lips trailed down your torso, your knees crushed against his sides when he teasingly blew against your belly button. You could feel his smile when it lingered over your skin. He kissed his back up to your lips, kissing you tenderly. 
Any remainder of clothing was shoved away, falling off to the sides of the bed. Your hips rolled against him as you groaned softly, lustfully. Your toes curled against your sheets when your body connected with Sam, moving together. You eagerly wanted more. Sam’s hands intertwined with yours as he slid them above you. His mouth moved over your neck, nipping at your exposed skin. You moaned his name, drawing him deeper into you. You kissing him deeply, savoring his kiss matching your erotic heat.
“Sorry!” She widened her eyes and tore her lips away from Sam’s. She could feel a rush of embarrassment run throughout her body. She smacked her lips together and stumbled off the bed. Sam got to his feet, catching her wrists gently; the sudden move made her stand still and meet his gaze. 
Sam took one step closer, cupped the side of her face, and carefully moved in to kiss her. It sparked. She gently kissed him back, moving her lips against his. She held back some not wanting to push him away. But it felt like magic to her. It was something she had been waiting for. 
Sam carefully pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. He started to smile at her. She returned the same soft smile. The teens awkwardly stepped away when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Someone was waiting for him. “Okay. Give me a minute.” 
“Go. Go answer. It sounds important,” she slipped on her shoes and moved the window. Sam looked from the door to her. 
“See you tomorrow, Y/N?” 
“See you tomorrow.” She smiled and waved as she climbed out the window. 
Tomorrow came, she found out that he made amends with his girlfriend. She saw them holding hands, his girlfriend picked at the blue string around his wrist. He grinned at his girlfriend, commenting how it was something from his childhood. 
The teens exchanged looks but kept on with their days. She wrote in her journal how the timing was an enemy, but she would wait for her chance. 
The morning sun unapologetically hit your face, making you squint and nuzzle your face against Sam. You grabbed the blanket and threw it over you and him. “Mornin’,” Sam spoke groggily as he blinked a few times before he looked at you. 
“Hi.” You kept your eyes closed as you rested your chin on his chest. A small smile grew over your lips when you felt him kiss your forehead. You opened one eye and touched his chin, then his lips. 
“Still not a morning person, huh?”
“Hell no.” You murmured and nestled against him, closing your eyes. “Five more minutes.” Sam smiled and ran his fingertips up and down your back. 
“Only five?” 
“Ten.” You kissed his chest then draped your arm around him, tucking your hand underneath him. 
“Okay. Ten.” Sam kissed the top of your head before he closed his eyes. Your skin began to tingle when he traced shapes on your bareback gently.
♦ TAG : @fireghost-x
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