#winterfalcon fic

[wiccamoody]

happily ever after below the waist

pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson

rating: e

word count: 2.2k

summary: Sam sighs loudly as he strips and gets into the shower, just wanting to wash the day away. But, well, it’s easy enough for him to channel his keyed up energy into something else. And no amount of cold water seems to be doing the trick.

He has a solution for this, after all. So, Sam changes into sweatpants and a thin, comfortable t-shirt and sets off to find Bucky.

~ao3 link~

[winniethepugh]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

MCU phase is back in a big way - and by that I mean I'm making myself physically sick over the SamBucky divorce. BUT! I wrote 12k words of fake dating. So, like, every cloud. ...I guess

She blinks, “That’s Captain America.” “I know! I know that! I’m his God damn-”  “Please, call me Sam.” He forces his most flirtatious smile, and can actually see the moment her knees start to buckle. “And this,” he tightens his grip, pulls Bucky too close, and tries to double the cheesy grin, “This is my boyfriend.” It’s going to be a long week.

[holeintheroof]

mushroom butter

pairing: sambucky rating: explicit word count: 43,457 tags: cooking, implied/referenced rape/non-con, slow burn, blowjobs, miscommunication, erectile dysfunction, confessions, getting together, bucky's winter soldier programming, captain america sam wilson, netflix & chill

“You know it ain’t the Great Depression anymore, right?” Sam calls over his shoulder, eyes lingering distastefully on the pot that’s bubbling on Bucky’s apartment stove, his face scrunched up against the sight of it. “You don’t have to cook like this.” Bucky is a lot of things. A chef is decidedly not one of them.

a study of Bucky's relationship with cooking and also his inability to have Stuff.

[queenbruv]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's more than just the worn sofa cushions and matching silverware sets. Any asshole can paint their clapboard baby blue and retrofit a gas cooktop into the kitchen, just like any asshole can stash a go bag beneath hardwood floors — having stuff doesn't make a home. Not that Bucky has any way to know that, having always had fewer personal belongings than fingers on both hands. But he suspects that if the Wilson family found themselves transplanted into Bucky's Brooklyn shithole, that dump would become a home quicker than blinking.

post-tfatws family feels with bucky & the wilsons

[cicaklah]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

fandom: the falcon and the winter soldier

pairing: winterfalcon

rating: oh LORD they fuckin (and they fuckin GOOD)

summary: In which Zemo mansplains, manipulates and manwhores his way out of boredom and Sam and Bucky into each other’s pants.

tagged: helmut zemo is my whatever-we-use-instead-of-spirit-animal-these-days, I use my multiple degrees in economics to badly explain why everyone loves steve rogers, everyone loves steve rogers and its a problem for them, Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore, is it humid in here or is it our blistering sexual tension?, well in delacroix louisiana the weather forecast is hunks hunking hunkily, hetero-man-friends, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Kissing in the Rain, Romance, deus ex fruit baskets, screwball comedy, the cicak special, Marvel Trumps Hate 2022, Jazz - Freeform

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So last autumn I was flattered to join the charity auction Marvel Trumps Hate, and I was won by two people for an extremely lovely amount. I then...got some terrible writers block for literal months, but I have managed to conquer it, so please, enjoy this fic!!! There will be another one along soon, I promise <3

This wouldn't have been possible without the title track, so make sure you enjoy some ice cold jazz while you read an idiot trying to get two other idiots to fall in love.

[mawariterazemielsblog]

WinterFalcon

SamBucky

Imagine: Sam jealous of the closeness of Zemo and Bucky, in addition to seeing and hearing how Bucky always agrees with Zemo, invalidating Sam's feelings when he makes some observation about the mission or when he continues to complain about the shield to the point that Sam, during the mission in Madripoor, ends up seriously injured. Bucky feels guilty about the situation, but Sam doesn't let him apologize or anything, returning to his still-hurt sister.

Bucky makes the decision to hand Zemo over to the Doras, and goes with Sam and his sister trying to repair his relationship with Sam.

[thecoloursdontshow]

Bucky would say he knew a fair bit about Sam. 

He knows that Sam’s favourite gum to chew in the office is peach and mango. He knows Sam’s favourite body wash to use is lavender, no matter how many times Sarah calls him basic. He knows his favourite flowers are sunflowers, and he knows why, too. He knows that when Sam was little, his ma would plant a garden full of sunflowers, and he knows that his ma called Sam her sunflower. He knows Sam still grows sunflowers out back, in a small garden. 

Bucky knows that Sam’s comfort food in his dad’s gumbo recipe, not his ma’s, because when Sam was a kid, his dad only made his gumbo when either Sam or Sarah got sick. He knows Sam fell off his bike when he was 7, earning him the scar across his left eyebrow. He knows that Sam’s favourite flavour of ice cream is mint chip. He knows Sam takes cream and sugar in his coffee, and honey in his tea. He knows that Sam loves the rain. He knows that Sam hates the winter, especially in New York. He knows Sam loves spending mornings on the boat, and nights around a fire. He knows Sam loves watching the sunrise, and he knows Sam loves how the water looks what the sun sets.

He knows every scar on Sam’s body, and he knows every story. He knows the weight on Sam’s back as if it was his own. He knows the way Sam looks after he woke up from a nightmare. He knows how Sam looks when he comes home from a good mission. He knows how he looks when he comes back from a bad mission, too. He knows how Sam looks when he’s exhausted, and he knows how relieved he looks after a good nights sleep. He knows how Sam looks like when he’s on the brink of tears, and how he looks when he is overjoyed.

He knows Sam’s hurt. He knows Sam’s heart, too. He knows how Sam loves, he knows that Sam is the sun that hangs in the sky. He knows that Sam is the epitome of good. He knows that Sam is the epitome of pain, and bouncing back. He knows that if there were ever a fallen angel from heaven, it was Sam. Sam was the graceful fall, and he was the thrill of the flight.

He knows that when the world comes crumbling from it’s core, that Sam Wilson will be the only one to fly. He knows that when the sun goes dark, Sam Wilson will be the sole star to keep shining. Life can fall, death can become insignificant, and somehow, he will be the sole thing to matter. 

Bucky would say he knew a lot about Sam.

[yuklaa]

the boy who cried ghost

pairing: sambucky

word count: 44,370

rating: T

tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, grief and trauma processing, Mutual Pining, Sam Wilson centric, enemy-roommates to frenemies to "a couple of guys" to Pathetic Yearners to (FINALLY) lovers

summary:

“I won’t laugh.” Bucky straightens out both his back and his expression and scoots closer, knee colliding with Sam’s own. He keeps it there; it feels hot and solid, even through the kevlar. “C’mon, I promise. Just tell me.”

Sam turns it over in his head for a long moment. Swallows hard. Rubs his palms across his thighs.

“Okay,” he says, looking away. “Do you believe in ghosts, man?”

Bucky laughs, the asshole.

Sam has been haunted all his life. This is the first time he's ever thought of telling anyone about it.

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