#sambucky ask game

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For the Sambucky romance ask: 💕

SamBucky Romance Asks

Ooh, "💕 Who Fell First"! Great option, Leslie 😆 It was so good, I accidentally 😂 wrote enough to post on AO3, so it's on there too 😂 I hope you enjoy this little fic! 🥰

Link to AO3 version!

Plum Jam

Sam hadn't meant to bump into the man when he was at the grocery store.

Honestly, Sam's entire day had been a bit of a mess.

Sam had talked to Steve about Riley earlier that day. And it wasn't that Sam didn't like thinking about Riley. Sam loved to remember the ridiculous dad jokes Riley loved to tell; he loved how Riley would find a way to tangle himself in Sam's personal space whenever he had the opportunity; Sam loved how Riley's arm always rested on his chest when they slept like a comforting weight.

But thinking back to that moment.

Back to the fall.

Sam always forgot how much pain that dredged up in him. How it could feel as if that guilt and heartbreak were fresh again, like a reopened wound.

Sam had asked to go home early when he realized how unfocused he was at the VA after that. He had gone home and realized he had no food, and without really thinking about how he could have just ordered in, decided to go to the grocery store.

And now, Sam was bumping into random strangers.

"Sorry," said Sam, frazzled as he noticed and picked up the plum jam on the ground that had thankfully not broken during the fall, "I'm all over the place. Here."

Sam extended the plum jam to the man.

The man wore mostly leather, with a baseball cap on greasy, long hair that needed a brush and a mask Sam assumed had to be heavy duty - maybe the man had a cold?

The man didn't look down at the jam.

No.

He stared at Sam with piercing blue eyes that pinned Sam where he stood. He stared at Sam as if Sam were the first person he had seen after a long coma. He started at Sam as if Sam had just moved mountains, had just performed a miracle.

He stared at Sam like Sam was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.

Sam's face heated at that thought, because, no, not everyone Sam bumped into at the grocery store thought Sam was hot. Sam wasn't going to feed into that idea.

"I'll... put it back on the shelf," said Sam, about to place the jam back before the man's hand instantly reached for the jam.

His hand wrapped around both Sam's fingers and the jam.

"Bucky!" blurted the man, still holding the jar of jam with Sam.

It felt like they were holding hands.

Sam couldn't find it in himself to let go.

"My name is Bucky," said the man as if he was only certain of that fact at this very moment.

Sam couldn't help but answer back, "I'm Sam."

Bucky didn't look down at the jam. He kept looking into Sam's eyes. Sam couldn't keep holding onto the jam with this man, could he?

"You like plums?" asked Sam, which sounded awkward when he was saying it.

"Do I - " Bucky started before turning his gaze to the jar, "... I guess I do."

Weird way to answer that.

"My Ma, when she was very young, used to go to this one stand in Constanța that had these fresh plums," continued Bucky, his voice soft, "She would look everywhere for plums that reminded her of home. When she found some we could afford, she would scrounge up whatever supplies we had at home and try to make găluște cu prune - plum dumplings. She could never make them as well as her bunica, but I always loved them."

Sam couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. This man reminded of home and family by something so small.

"We had this pecan tree in the back of our house - we still do, my sister owns our family home now," Sam explained, "And my mama would have us help her pick pecans and make pralines. It was usually during a Saturday afternoon and our entire house would smell like pralines for days. She talked about how her own mama had taught her, and her mama's daddy had taught her. And when I miss her, sometimes I'll buy a thing of pecans and try to make pralines."

"You're beautiful," Bucky said, stumbling before correcting himself, "That's beautiful. That's."

Sam really needed to stop basically holding hands with this man.

Bucky was wearing these gloves, these fingerless gloves. Sam wasn't sure if he had ever seen fingerless leather gloves before, but here they were, on this man.

There was a distinct contrast between the gloves and Bucky's fingers.

The gloves were smooth; a soft, thick black leather that felt almost comforting.

Bucky's fingers were calloused to hell and back. They rubbed on Sam like a strangely addictive sandpaper. They radiated heat; they were almost scorching to the touch without the leather. But it was a nice heat; the type you nestled in after a long, tiring day at work.

Sam wanted to crawl into that heat and close his eyes.

Fuck.

Why was Sam still holding onto this jar?

"I'm not even sure why I'm in this aisle," Sam confessed, "I meant to just get myself a roast chicken."

Which sounded sad. It was a little sad. But hey, a man can live alone and eat pre-cooked chicken if he wanted to.

"They roast the chicken for you?" asked Bucky, as if he had never been to a grocery store in his life.

"Yeah. They do," said Sam, still holding the jam with Bucky, "I usually shred it up, put it on some rice with some veggies I cook with the rice. Shishito peppers and onions and garlic. Pretty simple easy meal."

"Sounds delicious," said Bucky, still gazing into Sam's eyes as if they were the only things for miles.

"It can be," said Sam as he finally, finally, let go of the jam, "I should probably get that chicken for it. Hope you like the plum jam."

"Yeah," said Bucky as he straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Yeah. Thank you for the jam."

Sam walked away from Bucky. He could still feel Bucky's gaze on him as he left the aisle.

#sambucky ask game #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #first to fall #meet cute #tooth rotting fluff #canon divergent catws #past sam wilson/riley #my fics #Plum Jam

[bisamwilson]

hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!

thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)

"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.

It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.

And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.

"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."

Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"

Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.

She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.

"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"

"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.

Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"

All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."

Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."

Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."

She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.

He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.

He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."

Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"

Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"

Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'

"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."

Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."

Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."

Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."

Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.

Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.

"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."

"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."

#hello it is once again time for 'mak loves nothing more than to write the older delacroix ladies who love sam and bucky' #shout out to ms maybelle for taking no prisoners #thanks for the ask a!!!! this was fun!! #sambucky #onlysambucky #only sambucky #buckysam #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sambucky fic #otp: i’m coming with you #sam wilson #mak writes #livingincolorsagain #ask meme #writer meme #ask game #ask #marvel

[livingincolorsagain]

🚨

thanks for the ask! <33

from this list: SamBucky Romance Asks

🚨 The Moment a Mission Goes Awry

doing a fic rec for this one! not sure if it counts if it’s my own fic but 🤷‍♀️

“I hate abandoned buildings,” Bucky said over the comms, endlessly grumpy.

Their day started well enough, with Sam still loose-limbed and sated from last night and Bucky egging on for one more round before they had to leave, only to be interrupted by a phone call from Joaquin.

“I know,” Sam said quietly as he checked the field surrounding the building. “You keep mentioning it.”

Sam could basically see Bucky’s eye roll.

“I see the lab,” Bucky said instead.

“Good. Wait for us,” Sam ordered. “East side is clear.”

“There’s no one here,” Bucky threw back, “I’m just gonna take a look around.”

Sam sighed. “Bucky.”

“Don’t worry, I have my knives.”

“Second floor is also clear,” Joaquin’s voice was small through the earpiece, “Why is Bucky so grumpy?”

“Bucky can hear you,” Bucky deadpanned. “And I’m not–”

A shotgun rang through, and Sam instinctively ducked before he realized it came through the earpiece.

must’ve been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this) (3.3k, M, MCD)

#sambucky #ask game #maraskywalkers

[writerkenna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Hey! Thanks!

Here are my underrated favs of my fics, in no particular order:

Bringing Her Up (sambucky, WBF verse, 21k): I love this one bc of all the big emotions and intimate moments it allowed me to explore! There is something that calls to me about writing Bucky and Sam with a newborn, and I could write a million more fics about them in their first days of parenthood, discovering it all.

Stumble and Fall Your Way to Each Other (nelsonxlisa, 46k, slow burn, second person pov): This one is a fav, despite how small the fandom is. It took me two years to write, but I’m really proud of the plot and character arcs here. I think these characters, despite being based on cartoons, are the most human I’ve ever written.

mixed ingredients (clintasha, au of The Switch, WIP):

I know this one isn’t finished, but I’m LOVING writing it!!! I have never written clintasha or Clint pov before, but both are very fun and also I think I might be good at it? Stay tuned for more of this bc I’m definitely invested.

Parts of a Whole (sambucky, mpreg, HTP, intersex!Bucky, 14.8k): In my own opinion, this is probably the best thing I personally have ever written. A lot of that is thanks to incredible beta reading from @lies-unfurl @livingincolorsagain, Niol, and a whole bunch of other people. Also, I wrote this and then let it sit unposted for a month before the Summer Trash Splash. When I reread it before posting it, I made some final edits that it’s definitely better for. All in all, thematically and emotionally, I think this is my best fic.

you’re havin’ my baby (what a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me) (stony, mpreg, 14k): This is another fic I just had fun with. It flowed out of me in a way few other things have, to the point where I was writing it in parking lots in the five min I would have before I went into work, just to get my ideas written down. I like that I went a little bit more crack-y and comedic than I usually do and I think it works here. This is a fic I definitely wish got just a little more attention.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

#writing #fic ask game #sambucky #stony #clintasha #nelisa #nelsa #the simpsons #Mpreg #fic recs

[samcky]

im willing to "cheat" by asking for "sergeant" lol 💕

Hii, you are my favorite cheater <3

Sergeant 

Bucky Barnes is the most annoying person Sam has ever met, it’s too bad he’s head over heels in love with him. He doesn’t know how that happened. Bucky Barnes is annoying, stubborn, occasionally rude, and has a staring problem he’s working on. He’s also sometimes kinda cute and would rip his heart out and give it to Sam just to make him happy. Sam’s sure of it. 

The Winter Soldier was a brutal man, made of orders and violence. Sam doesn’t fear many things but he remembers the fear the soldier incited in him.

Sergeant Barnes though. Sergeant Barnes is the hottest man Sam has ever met. Sam will be the first to admit that he has a competence kink and Sergeant Barnes ticks all his boxes. There’s nothing that gets Sam more riled up than hearing people call Bucky Sergeant Barnes and move out of the way when Bucky walks into a room. 

So this was kind of bound to happen at some point. 

“Well, isn’t that sight,” Bucky says, startling Sam. He drops his phone on bed and scrambles to get his hand out of his pants, his boner now extremely awkward instead of pleasant. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t know that Sam gets off on his own sometimes, hell, Bucky does it too, it’s just getting caught in the process that feels kind of embarrassing 

“Um, hey, I was uh- I wasn’t-”

“That’s okay, keep going, it was really hot” Bucky interrupts him, his voice a slow drawl, he’s walking closer to bed, prowling like a cat about to attack. Sam flushes even more. “What was it? Bet it was that throat fucking video you love, c’mon, show me” Bucky keeps going and Sam’s mood really isn’t matching his. 

“Uh, no, it’s nothing, you’re here now, i don’t need to look at anything else” Sam tries, making his voice low and sultry, praying to god Bucky will drop it. 

“Nuh-uh, c’mon, it will be hot, I can help, but I wanna watch you” Bucky suggests, toeing his shoes off and crawling onto the bed. He reaches for Sam’s phone and Sam panics, he takes the phone and throws it off the bed, slamming it against the wall. Bucky looks at the phone clatter on the floor, then back at Sam and raises an eyebrow 

“Muscle spasm” Sam tries. Wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Uh-uh” Bucky eyes him suspiciously and gets up slowly, reaching for the phone on the floor. Sam’s face gets so hot he thinks he might catch fire. “Now you just have to show me” Bucky says, sitting back down and handing him his phone. Sam doesn’t have to do anything, he could just say now and keep his private thoughts private and Bucky won’t push, but it’s that, he’s sure Bucky’s gonna jump to conclusions and think of things that are much worse than on what Sam was getting off 

“You aren’t allowed to laugh” Sam warns him, unlocking his phone and holding it to his chest until Bucky agrees that he will not laugh. 

“Got it” Bucky nods, expectantly looking at Sam. Sam exhales and turns his phone screen towards Sam, pressing play. The video starts playing again and Sam keeps looking at Bucky’s face as Bucku watches the drone footage of himself on a mission. It’s a Youtube video of Sergeant Barnes working, giving orders and fighting with precision titled “Sergeant Barnes’ being hot and saving lives”  and it’s Sam’s favorite thing to watch when Bucky’s not home.

Bucky’s face remains neutral, only slowly nodding as he watches it. Sam thinks his heart might jump out of his chest at this point. 

“Okay” Bucky says “okay, right, okay, I’m not laughing” 

“Yeah, but you are being weird, that’s worse,” Sam tells him, holding himself from pouting like a child. 

“I’m not being weird” Bucky holds his hands up. Sam side-eyes him, biting his lips anxiously. “Hey, it’s fine, you have hots for me, we already knew this” Bucky says, now smiling at Sam, his attempt to brighten up the mood kinda working on Sam. 

“Shut up” Sam tells him, blushing.

“Hey” Bucky says, pushing Sam down gently and crawling on top of him, brushing their lips together softly. “Don’t you talk to me like that, Sergeant’s orders” 

#i swear i'm writing the rest #i'm sorry these are so late #prompt game #this is inspired by that scene from ted lasso season 2 #sambucky #ask

[abitnotgoodiebag]

I am adding myself to the number of @jemgirl86 tagees.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

SamBucky WIPs

you can be my personal superstar

if you want then we can take this very far

Winter's Children

Sugar Daddy Buck (working title)

OTHERSIDE

State of Grace

1+1

Breathe On Me

Best Thing I Never Had

Hannigram WIPs

act i (series)

send all your sins all over me

either hand is the upper hand

strumming on my heart strings (don't be dumb)

RenKaza WIPs

was it enough to penetrate your dark world?

the truth after the smoke

touch me (but it might burn)

we'll go down this road til it turns from color to black and white

Up Needs Down, Life Needs Death (I Need You)

we don't have forever (baby, moonlight's wasting)

Tagging anyone who wants to join too!

#wip ask game #k writes #too many outlines not enough drafts #sambucky #hannigram #renkaza

[jemgirl86]

Ooo @glittercake said she’s tagging everyone, so I’m tagging myself in for some motivation lol

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. Lose Control

2. ???? aka Baseball 2

3. The Game of Love 2 (maybe) or Together Again

4. Celebrity

5. The Game of Love

6. Crush on You (single dads AU)

7. You Never Can Tell

Tagging anyone who wants to join too!

#sambucky #tag games #ask bait

[cobrafantasies]

Would You Rather: SamBucky Fanfics

Fun game for SamBucky fanfic readers. If anyone wants to answer or send a number, feel free! Or add any you want :)

Would You Rather:

Fake Relationship or Happily Together

Quiet Pining or Shameless Flirting

Smut or Fluff

The Wilson Family or Reconciling with the Barnes'

Alpine or Redwing

Pet Names or Full (Birth) Names

Avengers' Compound or Alone in Safehouse

Sam's Smile or Bucky's Eyes

Bucky at Therapy or Sam at the VA

Hydra or Riley

Sam on the Boat or Bucky on a Motorcycle

"I'm Coming with You" or "You Good?"

Post-CATWS or Post-Civil War in Wakanda

Sam's Wings or Bucky's Arm

Bickering or I Love You

#sambucky #sambucky fic #sambucky fanfic #sam x bucky #onlysambucky #winterfalcon #fanfic ask game #ask game #sambucky would you rather #sambucky game

[sambambucky]

Google from the prompt list? 👀 <333

google? from this list? lololol okiedokie!

--- Sam finishes his jog with a slow climb up the steps of the house he shares with Bucky. He pulls his sweatshirt off and lays it over his shoulder to adjust his tank top until it’s sitting low on his pecs.

The runner’s high is strong enough this morning to blot out any shame or embarrassment that might come from the outfit change. 

He’s got a good feeling about today.

After fussing with his basketball shorts, he swings open the door. At this point in his efforts, Sam knows there’s only a 50% chance Bucky is even awake and present enough to notice the fruits of these efforts, but at this point, he’s starting to get a little desperate.

Bucky is awake and at their kitchen table, though, slamming his laptop shut before Sam can see what’s on the screen. He stands in a rush, blocking the computer entirely.

Sam narrows his eyes in suspicion, and Bucky’s lips part to say something. He stops short to roam his gaze appreciatively over Sam’s body.

It kind of sucks that Sam then has to say, “what were you Googling this time?” 

He’d rather invite Bucky to finally do something about all the looking he’s been doing. Sam has been more than ready to upgrade their partners-in-everyway-but-one relationship. 

But then Bucky scowls and they settle into a comfortably familiar bickering. 

There’s always tomorrow.

#THANK YOUUUU!! #doing this was so fun and illuminating actually wow #Bucky googled #'is my roommate' #and it auto-filled to dtf #and then he had to look it up #and then he had to look up friends with benefits.. and situationships.. #and somehow wound up on a sambucky truther blog with a disturbing number of pictures of them and suspiciously familiar tone of voice #ehehe halfway through this i was like 4-10 SENTENCES??! OOPS #so sorry you dont get them arguing over bucky's use of bing #dont you think he seems like a bing user #sambucky drabbles #jo do be writing or whatever #onlysambucky #ask games

[executivenerd]

What if the new Avengers gang gets really into a conspiracy theory podcast and Bucky just starts saying that he did them all and he has elaborate enough stories for some of them that nobody, not even Sam, is ever really sure whether or not he's telling the truth.

#joaquin and yelena think its a game while sam is always hesitant to ask because he doesnt want to know but he HAS to know #sambucky #the avengers #marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[teenagepretentiousness]

hide in the cracks of your soul!! 👀👀

yes yes yes! okay! so i posted this idea like a year and a half ago and IM FINALLY WRITING IT????? ugh im so excited. anyway.

the "sam finds bucky" trope BUT with a twist. because sam. has a child. this idea honestly came to me in a vision and i havent been able to escape it since.

the snippet, as promised:

It was late, he had put Aria to bed already, as he poured over countless leads that he knew deep down would go absolutely nowhere. It had been almost a month since Hydra’s collapse, and Steve grew more desperate each passing day, each phone call, each text message. 

Which is when he heard the whistle of the wind come from the kitchen, and some rustling that followed.  

 Sam froze.

He’s never left that window open. He got up from his desk, inched his way to the kitchen, slow, heart pounding in his ears. Panic alarms going off around his body, telling him to go the other way, to go get Aria. 

What he finds knocks the breath from his chest,

James Buchanan Barnes, formerly known as the Winter Soldier, stands in his kitchen, slicing a peach from Sam’s fruit below against his left palm.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked, attempting to keep his voice steady, as he tracked Barnes’ movements. 

“I know a lot about you, Sam Wilson.” Barnes said, while his words felt daunting in a way Sam could not begin to describe, his tone was inviting. Challenging.

send an ask with a title, and i will grace you with my mediocre summaries and writing

#sambucky #wips #wips game #thank you for the ask!! #kate writes thing (unfortunately)

[thatmexisaurusrex]

for the sambucky romance ask: 👀 ☀️

SamBucky Ask Game

Ooooh a good choices 😆 I can def do a combo hehe

👀 Lingering Gazes ☀️ "Good morning."

Sam felt the stare before he woke up. Maybe because he could always tell when Bucky was staring. There was something that came with it, and Sam would say it was some added effect of the super soldier serum, but he never got this feeling from Steve.

No.

There was something calming about it.

Which.

Wasn't what Sam would usually say about how someone staring at him felt like. He felt secure under that gaze. He might have lavished in it.

Something about the way Bucky stared felt protective, though, maybe a little more protective than Sam needed at times. It felt like Bucky was always taking Sam in as if this was the first time he'd seen Sam in his life. Took in every best part of Sam and imperfection and called it beauty. There was something about it that made Sam want to keep that stare on him always.

And that was a little strange. Sam felt that it was strange of him to want to soak up every ounce of attention from this old man. Want to poke and prod until the only thing that made Bucky look away from Sam was Bucky closing his eyes from too big of a smile or too loud of a laugh.

Sam knew that the covers weren't really covering him up. Sam shifted a bit, maybe purposefully, as the covers fell further to reveal his bare torso, almost to his hips; bare arms and chest and abs Sam had worked hard for.

"Good morning," said Bucky, his voice rough.

Sam couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"How long have you known I was awake?" asked Sam, opening one eye to see Bucky.

Bucky's mesmerizing stare that made Sam not think straight.

Sam had work today.

He had to jog soon.

Sam couldn't let Bucky distract him for another morning. Sam wasn't sure if he would hear the end of it from the rest of the Avengers if he asked to move the morning meeting to the afternoon again.

"I don't know," said Bucky as he leaned closer, his lips grazing Sam's, "But I'm happy you are."

Sam felt the kiss. Tasted the morning breath and found that he didn't hate it. He kind of loved it. And that should be scary, but Sam found himself wrapping his arms around Bucky's neck; pulling Bucky closer.

Yeah.

Sam would be late to work again.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky ficlet #sambucky ask game

[bisamwilson]

20 for those kiss prompts!

#20: ...on a scar

Bucky's arm hurts.

It always does on days like this, rainy and cold and gloomy. His shoulder starts to ache and the fingers he no longer has begin to itch. His prosthetic, light as it is compared to the old one, feels like it's weighing his entire body down.

He goes about his morning slowly, shuffling from the half full pot of coffee Sam made before his run over to the couch and burrowing himself under the blankets. He turns on a trashy reality show, something about a group of moms trying to date younger men from a pool of all their sons that Joaquín and Kate have been making jokes about for weeks.

It doesn't much keep his attention, as ridiculous as it is, and he spends the next half an hour or so barely watching and debating the merits of leaving his shoulder free of his prosthetic today.

He decides it's probably a good idea about a minute before Sam walks through the door, soaked through from his run but grinning a mile wide. "Mornin', baby. Jay and Kate got you watchin' that MILF show again?"

Bucky rubs at his shoulder but still smiles at Sam, hoping it doesn't look too much like a grimace. "I've never been more confused by the interests of the youth."

Sam carefully sets his water logged tennis shoes on the rubber mat by the door, and grabs the towel he'd left nearby to dry off just enough to not drip all over their floors. Bucky just stares as he dries off, always happy to indulge in his favorite form of birdwatching, and keeps a steady massaging pressure on his shoulder.

When Sam judges himself sufficiently dry, he immediately walks over to the couch rather than towards the hot shower he should be bolting for. He nods at Bucky's shoulder. "Need some help there?"

Bucky rolls it gently and shakes his head. "That can wait. You need to take a shower first, Sammy. Get warmed up. Can't have Cap in bed with pneumonia."

Sam jerks his head lightly in the direction of their bedroom. "Gotta wait for the water to heat up anyway. And a little bit of running in the rain isn't gonna give me pneumonia, baby," he says, pulling Bucky up from the couch and failing to hide his shiver. "You worry like a mother hen."

Bucky follows behind him to the bathroom mostly because he knows arguing will only keep Sam out from under the warm spray for even longer. He goes about turning on the water to Sam's preferred temperature as Sam strips off each article of wet clothing one by one, wincing a bit as the waterlogged fabric clings to his skin.

Bucky waits until he hears the loud, wet clop of each article hitting the floor before turning away from the shower and back towards Sam. He makes a show of looking him up and down and smiling as wolfishly as he can muster, but Sam just chuckles and rolls his eyes in response before walking up close to him.

He leans down and presses the lightest of kisses to the spot where Bucky's arm meets his shoulder, barely brushing his lips over the scarring, before pulling back. He waits.

"Help me take it off?" Bucky asks, the ache a little too strong to really ignore now, and Sam just nods, carefully going through the motions of releasing the arm and setting it aside gently, the way he's done countless times on countless days like this.

The mirror starts to fog up, and Bucky reaches his right arm into the shower to test the water, nodding when he finds it sufficiently warm. He shoves off the sweats and the briefs he's wearing and kicks them both to the side.

"Come on," he says, lightly grabbing Sam's wrist and tugging him towards their shower. "Gotta make sure you get warm, sweetheart."

He steps in first, and keeps a hold of Sam's wrist as he follows to guide him immediately under the warm spray. He doesn't reach out to grab any soaps or lathers just yet, just pulls Sam close and loosely wraps his arm around his waist, holding them both under the water at least until Sam's shivers stop.

It's easy enough to tell when Sam's sufficiently warm by the way he cuddles in closer to Bucky's embrace, no longer trying to hide his light trembling with distance. Bucky grabs Sam's soap and a soft washcloth from the caddy hanging behind him. Sam presses another light kiss to the scarring on his shoulder.

Bucky's arm hurts just a little less.

send me a ship and a number and i'll write a kiss!

#thank you for the ask zainab <3 #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #buckysam #onlysambucky #only sambucky #winterfalcon #marvel #otp: i’m coming with you #mak writes #ask game #ask meme #writer meme #firstelevens #ask #kiss meme

[livingincolorsagain]

hello sweetheart! <3 for the fic ask game (and bc i’ve been on a hozier kick lately):

sambucky and “when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes (i feel like a person for a moment of my life)”?

hey darling! thanks for the ask <33 im always on a hozier kick so this is perfect actually

This is soooo fwb sambucky, and obviously Bucky is actually irrevocably in love with Sam and so convinced it’s one-sided. Cue the angst and the pining and the longing and the stolen looks and the slow kisses and the intense eye contact that lasts a little too long while they’re making love, because those are the only moments Bucky feels truly, undoubtedly alive.

send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write.

#this is a trope i will never ever get sick of #it fucks every time sorry #sambucky #ask game #bisamwilson #hey mak miss you lots <33

[writerkenna]

for the made-up fic title game, because im someone who almost always uses song lyrics: I've never fallen from quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes

Okay it’s giving … accidental love confession? Whump? Mutual pining?

I’m thinking Sam gets badly injured during a mission and is drugged up to all hell in the hospital. He’s in and out of consciousness for a while, and there’s usually a different assortment of people there every time he wakes. Doctors, nurses, Sarah fixing his sheets around him, Torres fretting anxiously around the room. And Bucky. Almost always Bucky.

Have Bucky’s eyes always been so beautiful? Goddamn.

Long story short, Sam confesses on sedation how big of crush he has on Bucky, and Sam in recovery has to deal with that!

#sambucky #fic ask game

[samcky]

17 or 5!!

hi nonnie! thank you for the ask <3 i already wrote 17, so here's 5

okay, this is from that football/soccer au that was inspired by the heated rivalry, this is an appendix or an excerpt i'm gonna build a fic around idk yet.

5. rules

The first rule of football is pretty simple - no hand, which Sam finds quite ironic in this case since his favorite thing about Bucky is his hands, on and off the pitch.

Football rules are simple, they are written down and defined throughout the years, debated, and enforced by referees. But this, this Sam doesn't know how to go about, there's no referee to decide what goes or his captain to argue in his defense. It's just him and Bucky, alone and hidden away.

Nothing about their arrangement had ever been easy, sneaking around and hiding, pretending not to want each other as their bodies collided on the field, running away from each other before the sweat could dry on their back. Nothing has ever been easy, but this one unspoken rule they had, whoever wins the game holds the reins in the bedroom.

It was easy and it kind of just happened, Sam didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, and emotions from the game always end up following them to the bedroom.

But now, now Sam didn't know what to expect, it's not that they hadn't lost together before, the US had lost quite a lot, they had lost and they had fucked it out, someone always did better, someone always had the reins, it was easy, convenient. But they had never lost like this, never this important, the weight of the expectation of the whole country was on them, the US had never come this close to winning the World Cup and- they lost.

Sam checked himself out in the mirror one more time and took a deep breath. Bucky's room was only two doors down but he was still very cautious in the hallways, checking behind him, carefully so that no one saw him. When he got to Bucky's door he felt uneasy, unsure, he would have hesitated if he had had the luxury of time, but he did not, he couldn't have been seen outside Barnes' hotel room at midnight, so he swiped a key and was inside in seconds.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his face was so blank Sam didn't think he even noticed him coming in. Whenever Bucky's team won, or he had scored a goal for the US Bucky was ecstatic, always a cocky grin on his face when he would sneak into Sam's room afterward. and when he lost, god, he fought back and that was just as lovely.

This was something else now, Bucky was quiet, unreadable. Sam didn't know what the rules were for situations like this, so he just walked up to the bed slowly, he wanted to make a joke or say something to lighten up the mood, but he was feeling pretty shitty himself.

He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Bucky, farther away than he wanted to.

"You missed the penalty kick" Bucky said, turning his head to look at Sam "you have two Ballon d'Ors, how do you miss a penalty kick?" Sam rolled his eyes

"You have three and couldn't keep the ball for 5 seconds" Sam huffed.

"It was fucking Ramos, he was at my feet like a parasite all game" Bucky spat, Sam and his rivalry was played up so much that even Sam sometimes forgot how much Bucky hated Ramos, but then, almost everybody did. Sam wanted to point out that keeping the ball with players at your feet was their job, but he stayed quiet, not in the mood to start another fight.

"do you wanna, y'know-?" he asked instead, vaguely pointing at his dick and hoping that Bucky would understand.

"Nah, not really" Bucky said, shrugging one shoulder lightly "you can be in charge, with kicks like that who knows when you'll get the chance again" He snarked and usually that would have made Sam angry, fight Bucky to prove that he's the better player, but he didn't feel like doing that either.

"I'm gonna have your ass when the UCL starts, just you wait" Sam mumbled, leaning his head against the headboard "yeah, but I don't feel like it either, now" he said.

Bucky stayed quiet, staring at the tv, some basketball game playing on mute, that's another thing Sam never understood, how Bucky watched every single sport always. For Sam as soon as he got off the pitch he wanted to be done with scores and referees and competitions. They sat there for a minute, saying nothing and it starts feeling weird, Sam doesn't think they have spent this much time together without fucking, playing, or fighting.

"Then I'm just gonna, uh I'm gonna go" Sam said then, already getting up to put his shoes back on.

"or you could stay" Bucky said quietly. Almost too quiet for Sam to hear, but Sam did, oh he did and that made him freeze in the middle of tying his sneakers. "I'm gonna watch shitty french movies and eat as much greasy shit as I want."

That was another rule they had, an unspoken one as well, they did not stick around, they fought, fucked, and left. In the beginning, Sam remembers wanting to stay, just a little, after every time. But that feeling faded away with time and the habit of leaving replaced it. But apparently, the desire never left, because the second Bucky asked him to stay Sam's feet wouldn't move.

"Yeah" Sam said, looking over his shoulder at Barnes. Already unlacing his shoes again. "Get me the biggest cheeseburger they have," He said as he laid back down on the bed, knocking his knee against Bucky's. He looked at Barnes grinning at him brightly and wondered if the rules applied anymore.

#i know i said 10 sentences but oops #i knew i wouldn\t follow that rules which is quite symbolic #in case it doesn't make sense #sam and bucky play in different clubs and play against each other like 2-3 times a season #but they also play in us national team and they play together there #anyway #talk to me about football please #ask #prompt game #sambucky #also i'm sorry ramo i love you but i need a scapegoat