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It’s silly, Sam thinks.
He’s too old to be feeling butterflies fluttering around in his stomach when his crush looks at him; he’s too old to feel the growing warmth of his cheeks when his crush steps in too close.
Except, well. It’s not a crush, can’t be. It’s something much bigger, much deeper.
Bucky walks into the kitchen in the morning, hair ruffled and eyes heavy-lidded, voice deep and raspy as he says good morning, and Sam’s entire being warms at the sight of him, something vague that takes a more certain shape inside him with every look, grows and grows, until it’s all he feels, all he is.
And Sam thinks, again: it’s so silly, they’re both so old, but Bucky looks up at him as pours himself a cup of coffee, smiles softly, looks back at his cup, his cheeks reddening.
Then he leaves his cup where it is, steaming over the counter, and walks over to where Sam is, hip leaning against the sharp edge of the counter on the other side of the kitchen, right next to the window.
Bucky’s arms frame his waist, the sunlight making his eyes that much more blue and bright.
Sam takes another sip from his coffee, hides a smile as Bucky leans in closer and closer, until Sam has no choice but to place the cup down.
“Good morning,” he finally replies, sneaking his hand up to push Bucky’s hair away from his face, runs gentle fingers through it, smiles when Bucky leans into the touch, eyes falling shut.
Mornings like this are new and precious, this whole thing is new and precious. It’s something Sam never thought of having, not after everything, but here he is, running his fingers through soft hair, letting Bucky’s body warmth surround him, seep into him.
Bucky steps in even closer, until their chests are practically touching, and he tilts his head down, lips hovering over Sam’s.
Sam closes his eyes, smells the mint of their shared toothpaste, and leans in to close the gap between them for a small, gentle peck, as his hand falls to the nape of Bucky’s neck.
Bucky exhales loudly, presses even closer, deepening the kiss as his hands take hold of Sam’s waist.
And Sam’s heart flutters, again and again, as he wraps his arms around Bucky, because maybe he’s not too old to feel like this, maybe neither of them are.
Bucky hums as he pulls away, and Sam chases his lips just a little; except, he holds Sam in place, presses quick kisses to Sam’s nose, cheek, forehead, before he steps out of his arms, a smile on his face, a little cocky, as he goes to grab his coffee and plops himself down on a chair.
Sam gives him a flat look. “Just for that,” he says, “you’re making breakfast.”
Bucky smiles brightly, as if this was his plan all along, and also that this is not the punishment Sam thinks it is.
Sam rolls his eyes, takes a seat as Bucky gets right back to his feet and goes to the fridge, begins taking out ingredients.
Sam watches, gives instructions every now and then that Bucky mostly ignores, his coffee cooling down and his smile hurting his cheeks.
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Bucky: I'm turning in for the night. Good night, Sam.
Sam: Good night, Bucky. Love you
Bucky: Love you
Bucky: *lies in bed*
Bucky:
Bucky:
Bucky: WAIT-
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okay so i had been spoilered all to hell already about captain america
but
i had assumed it was like other marvel stuff, where falcon is a shield agent, and that “on your left” came out of some kind of shield exercise thing
BUT NO
IT WAS LITERALLY JUST STEVE ROGERS FUCKING WITH A STRANGER
HE JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO FUCK WITH A DUDE HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW
HOW OFTEN DOES HE DO THAT
is steve rogers just fucking with people constantly bill murray style
does he steal french fries from strangers and tell them no one will ever believe them
does he lift cars when only small children are looking
did steve realize that captain america had a bizarrely wholesome reputation and use it as a way to prank people blamelessly
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happy one year anniversary to sambucky [redacted] in the meadow
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I am actually sobbing Mackie misses his boys so much and what did disney do? they’ve gone and separate them
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TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024
The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Anniversary Event! The event will start on March 18th and run until April 28th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.
This event is not just for the creators, but for the commenters. You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, edits, podfics, fic list recs, comments, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #tfatwsanniversary2024 for reblogs.
If you are posting on AO3, please add it toTFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 Collection.
Each week will have a different theme with prompts from Monday to Friday. Each prompt will also come with a badge you may use for it when you post. The weekly themes and their prompts will be:
For the text version of the information above as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.
WEEK 1 (March 18 - 24): THE WINTER SOLDIER TO PRE-INFINITY WAR
MONDAY: “I don’t think he’s the kind you save.”
TUESDAY: Sam Searches for Bucky
WEDNESDAY: “Can you move your seat up?”
THURSDAY: Team Up at the Airport
FRIDAY: On the Run
WEEK 2 (March 25 - 31) : INFINITY WAR TO PRE-TFATWS
MONDAY: Laying Low
TUESDAY: Reunite in Wakanda
WEDNESDAY: Soul Stone
THURSDAY: Victory Party
FRIDAY: 6 Months of Ghosting
WEEK 3 (April 1 - 7): The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
MONDAY: Couple's Therapy
TUESDAY: “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.”
WEDNESDAY: Madripoor
THURSDAY: “You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”
FRIDAY: The Cookout
WEEK 4 (April 8 - 14): Post-TFATWS
MONDAY: Meanwhile, on the Boat...
TUESDAY: Divorce Arc
WEDNESDAY: Skrulls
THURSDAY: Better Thunderbolts Ideas
FRIDAY: Better Captain America 4 Ideas
WEEK 5 (April 15 - 21): AU Week
MONDAY: No Powers AU
TUESDAY: Period Piece
WEDNESDAY: Sci-fi/Fantasy AU
THURSDAY: Based on a Movie
FRIDAY: Ghost/Zombie AU
WEEK 6 (April 22 - 28): Sambucky Week
MONDAY: Didn’t Know They were Dating/Friends with Benefits
TUESDAY: Redwing
WEDNESDAY: Hurt/Comfort
THURSDAY: Separate, Long Vacations
FRIDAY: Dealer's Choice
FAQ
What is this?
It’s a SamBucky event.
Is there any pressure?
No pressure at all.
Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?
Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all five prompts that week at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.
Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?
Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.
Is it just SamBucky?
Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.
How long will this event run?
It will run from March 18th and run until April 28th.
I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?
There are! You can find the badges here.
RULES AND GUIDELINES
What are the guidelines for the bingo?
I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.
For Everyone:
1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #tfatwsanniversary2024.
2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).
3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:
a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.
b ) Add it to TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 (TFATWS_Anniversary_Event_2024).
For Artists:
1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.
2. All visual art forms are welcome:
a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.
b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.
c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.
d) Fan video.
e) Graphics edit.
For Authors:
1. At least 500 words.
2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.
3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.
For Podficcers:
1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.
2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.
3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.
For Fic Rec Lists:
1. You must have at least five fics or podfics on the rec list.
2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.
For Commenters:
1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.
2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.
Things to be mindful of when creating:
For Sam
Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).
Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.
In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.
General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.
For Bucky
Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.
For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.
Specific Tags:
Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.
Have fun and we look forward to your TFATWS Anniversary fics!
- The Mods
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happy birthday the falcon and the winter soldier i can’t believe it’s been 3 years since my life was forever changed by gay men fucking around and finding out
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Just Sam and Bucky, remembering how ridiculous it was that Bucky ghosted Sam for six months that one time.
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i cannot believe i haven’t done this meme redraw until now bc this is SO sambucky coded
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no offense but bucky not remembering what he does as the winter soldier makes his & sam’s rivalry so much funnier
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Written for the @sambuckylibrary anniversary event!
CW: Violence, injury, blood, MCD
I don't know where this came from. Sorry. I did reblog a lot of stellar art last night if you'd rather look at that.
This one is angsty y'all
The Kind You Save
Sam had said it once. I don't know if he's the kind you save. Looking back, he's not sure how much he meant it and how much he just wanted to keep Steve safe. One last ditch attempt to make the other man see reason instead of sacrifice.
Sacrifice.
It's a word that's followed him like a stray dog all his life. The things his grandparents sacrificed to begin building the life Sam got to live. The things he sacrificed to build a life they'd be proud of. His father sacrificing his own life for the possibility of peace among strangers on the street. His mother sacrificing everything to keep everyone fed and clothed and housed. The sacrifices he made to escape, to serve, to protect.
Riley, saving Sam in the middle of the night for no damn reason.
He's the kind you stop.
"Bucky, stop!" Sam shouted. But it was too late, wouldn't matter even if there'd been time. Barnes was the most stubborn asshole Sam had ever dealt with, including the other super soldier in his life.
Bucky, stop, and Bucky was swinging Sam out of the way, throwing him to the ground as he stepped forward in front of Sam. Sam could see the splash of blood from his shoulder first, then by his hip, and the edge of his neck even as he fell.
Sam scrambled over on his hands and knees, ignored the aching in his ribs that kept cutting his breath off. "Bucky," he breathed, instantly pressing his hand to the spurting wound in Bucky's neck while his other hand went to the side of Bucky's face, holding onto his jaw and cheek to keep his eyes on Sam. Bucky held onto his wrist, dazed gaze trying to settle on Sam. "Hey, just stay still, alright?" he halfway begged.
But Bucky was stubborn and he was reaching for his thigh holster, shaking Sam's hand away as Sam tried to keep him still. He raised the gun, scrunched one eye--which Sam had never seen him do--and pulled the trigger on the figure running towards them with a raised weapon. The same man who'd shot Bucky in the first place. The one who'd been aiming for Sam.
Bucky's whole body went lax at the same time that the other man dropped. The handgun fell away with a clatter. Sam put his hand to Bucky's cheek again instantly.
"Hey, hey, stay here. Stay with me," he said, patting Bucky's cheek until his eyes flickered open again. "Why'd you have to go do something like that, huh?" he asked to distract him. He hoped Bucky was distracted enough not to hear the waver in his voice.
"You're one of the good ones," Bucky wheezed out. The muscles in his neck fluttered beneath Sam's hand and he pressed more firmly on the wound, even as blood continued to ooze against his palm. "You're the one who gets saved."
Bucky's eyes closed again and Sam looked around desperately. He tried to call for Steve, who was around here somewhere but currently lost in his own fight, but his voice died in his throat, beneath the knock that was cutting off breath and blood and thought alike. The wingpack had always had space for a medical kit. Half the point of the wings was to do medical triage where vans and humvees couldn't go. He'd kept it when he'd designed his Falcon suits too. But this wasn't a regular suit. It was a stupid, useless stealth suit. It was trim and tight and left no room for excess. He didn't have his medical kit. He didn't have triage tools.
Up there just to watch.
"Buck, come on, stay with me," he said. His voice was verging on desperate. This couldn't be happening. Bucky had just come out of hiding. He wasn't even supposed to be around. He was supposed to be recovering in Wakanda. They hadn't told him about this mission.
"I'm right here," Bucky muttered and forced his eyes open.
"You've been through worse," Sam said, convincing Bucky as much as himself. "You're gonna be fine."
Bucky brought his hand up to Sam's face, leaving finger length smears of hot blood across his cheek and jaw. Sam pressed his cheek more firmly into Bucky's touch and squeezed his own eyes shut.
"Don't go," he pleaded softly. "You weren't even supposed to be here. This can't be it."
"It's a good thing I was," Bucky coughed out. Blood splashed over his face, created a river from his mouth to his ear, one drop detouring to his eye. "Else you'd be on the ground."
Riley, plummeting to the ground beside him. Riley, caught up in the explosion. Riley, in a flag draped box. And all of the thousand sad platitudes that followed. Everything happens for a reason. He'd prefer it was him and not you. It's fate. It's God. It's luck. It all happened for a reason.
"No," Sam said with a fierce shake of his head. "Not again. Not this time."
But when he went to get on his feet, to lift Bucky and carry him to any place that could help, Bucky wrapped metal fingers around his wrist and kept him down. "Just stay here with me. It's my turn now. Stay."
Sam looked around again, pleading with a the universe to throw them a damn bone just this once. For Steve to emerge from the dust and smoke. For a time machine to materialize so Sam could go back just a few minutes and shove Bucky away from him this time.
"This is so much better than I'd thought it'd go," Bucky said and drew Sam's eyes back to his pale, drawn face. He offered a weak smile, eyes going hazy for a moment before he refocused on Sam. "View's a lot better. And I always figured I'd be alone."
"You're not alone. And you're not going to die," Sam lied. Bucky's hand fell from his face, went for Sam's hand on his cheek to hold onto it tightly.
"You're one of the good ones," he repeated, coughed a glob of blood out again, and couldn't reopen his eyes that time. "Sam, you are so worth it."
"Shut up, Barnes," Sam ground out. He didn't have a free hand to pat himself down, to eke out any kind of tourniquet or padding.
"You've gotta keep Stevie outta trouble, alright? He did alright finding you. You're not such a bad replacement for me."
"I'm not your replacement. You're right here," Sam insisted and pressed his hand tighter against Bucky's neck. "It's just a graze. You're being a baby."
Bucky's smile briefly flashed before he grimaced and tried to turn onto his side. Sam kept him mostly still. "You're right. You're so much better than me. You're gonna do good things. Great things, Sammy. This was worth it. All of it's been worth it. It led me right to you, right? Even all the bad shit can't be too bad. Hey? Just...stay. Please. You don't gotta watch, but don't let go of me."
Sam nodded, roughly wiped his face on his shoulder, and then said, "Yeah," out loud because Bucky couldn't see him. "I've got you. It's gonna be okay."
That weak smile came back to Bucky's face and he slowly half opened his eyes to look at Sam again. "Yeah," he agreed. "It is."
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