wordcount: 15.8k
rating: mature
tags: trans sam, nonbinary bucky, pining, friends to lovers, au: wings,cats
warnings: dysphoria, ptsd, food
“So your wings,” Sam asked, “does that make you, like, a cupid? Like, shoot me with an arrow, make me fall in love, that kind of a deal?”
Bucky stared blankly at him where they sat at the kitchen island. It was hard to take them seriously as a threat when they were wearing a shirt decorated only with badly cropped pictures of kittens. So many of them were so ugly. In a hideously adorable sort of way.
“Why’s everyone ask that?” Bucky sighed, after a moment, “I have all the dating reputation of a corpse. The last person I dated died in 1958, because I haven’t dated in this century.”
Sam's got friends. He's got a lot of friends. The problem is, none of them are like Bucky, and none of them are living with him.