#winterfalconbingo2022

[spinachgarden]

Happy holidays everyone <3 

I’m by no means an artist but here’s a lil SamBucky holiday card to brighten your spirits!

(PS: I am new to this art thing pls don’t crucify me thanks)

For the @winterfalconevents bingo: free space

[livingincolorsagain]

Rough Surfaces

(M, 8.2k so far)

for @winterfalconevents bingo round two, square 2A: Sharon Carter

Fourth of July came and went with a loud celebration and louder fireworks that lit the night sky like a burning sun. Sam stayed and smiled and talked, until the bright colors burned out and the night was foggy and ashy, the air smelling charred. It always left his ears ringing, his skin crawling like he was back at the desert, where there was always something burning.

It was the middle of the night when he made it back home, only slightly tipsy, so he couldn’t blame being intoxicated for the way he opened his mouth and called for Bucky, who always stayed behind when fireworks were involved.

read chapter three on ao3 or start from the beginning.

[bisamwilson]

mak’s @winterfalconevents winterfalcon bingo 2022 masterpost

i almost forgot i had to make this BUT it’s still techncially the 18th here!

writing burnout + a string of very busy months meant i couldn’t write as much as i wanted, but i still got 5 fills in even though there wasn’t a bingo!

in posting order:

Y1: multiple orgasms - you were an army officer, and i just a rockette (specifically chapter 3), E, 11.1k, complete

Bucky buys a USO uniform, and Sam learns there are merits to being late.

Y5: daddy kink - I Saw Uncle Bucky Kissing Samta Claus, M, 1.8k, complete

When AJ sneaks downstairs on Christmas Eve, hoping to catch a glance of Papa Noël delivering presents, he finds Uncle Bucky kissing him instead.

U1: bedside vigil - wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time), G, 6.6k, complete

Over fifty years after Sam dies peacefully of old age, Bucky ruminates on a life well-lived, and the sweet memories of his partner.

K4: “Not until I say so” - you don’t look a day over fast cars and freedom, E, 1k, complete

Sam and Bucky grow older, but no less in love.

C3: free space - A Royal Engagement, E, 6k, complete

Sam was busy today and tired tonight, stress prevalent in every line in his body when he’d plopped down into Bucky’s lap, so the picnic and the lights and the ring had to wait.

Bucky gently lifts Sam’s hand to his mouth, kissing his ring finger softly enough that he doesn’t stir.

He doesn’t mind waiting, really. He’s got something worth waiting for.

or, three times Bucky tries to propose to Sam, and one time Sam actually proposes instead

[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson Rating: GA/Teen  Tags: Fluff and only fluff! Getting Together, Unintended Pet Requisition, Bucky takes in scrawny strays Summary: “I… cannot believe you just adopted a cat,” Sam says, but there’s no teasing tone to it. If anything, he admires the care Bucky’s taking with this fragile creature, proving everything he’s known all along. That Bucky Barnes is just a big softie.

For @winterfalconevents Bingo U5: "Alpine" [AO3 Link here]

Bucky doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s never owned a pet, and he’s pretty sure feeding the strays in the neighborhood back in the 30’s didn’t count.

But he looks down at the shivering ball of fur in his hand and doesn’t know how he could’ve done anything but bundle her against his chest, and zip up his jacket. He’s grateful that his hearing, enhanced, had let him hear her soft meows from under his bike before he had started the engine.

His bike roars to life against the soft pitter-patter of the rain, and he runs a gloved finger over her head. “Hang on, princess.”

He doesn’t know why he had texted Sam for help. It hardly seems like something Captain America has time to tend to, which is why he's so surprised when Sam texts back almost immediately.

He can’t stop holding her, yet she shivers anyways. In a lot of ways, it reminds him of Steve. A scrawny little fighter that he found in an alleyway. Steve used to shiver like this too, when the winters came around. It’d taken almost every blanket in their apartment to keep him warm, after Bucky wrapped them all around—

The idea strikes him and he brings the towel-wrapped kitten to his bedroom. Surely, he has something small enough to wrap her in tightly?

“Buck?” Sam lets himself in, figuring Bucky was already expecting him.

“In here!”

Sam makes his way further into the apartment and stops just as he reaches Bucky, sitting sideways on his couch. Towels lay all over the furniture, but Sam can’t take his eyes off of Bucky’s hands. Specifically, what is possibly the smallest kitten in the world in his hands, with –

“Is that… a sock?”

Bucky looks up at him, a little sheepish. “I couldn’t think of anything else small enough. But… She’s still cold, I think.”

Sam watches as Bucky’s face adorably turns into a pout. “Well she’s only been inside a few minutes, right?” He moves to sit in front of Bucky and the stray cat. Slowly, he reaches out a finger to pet under her chin.

The kitten lets out a soft, high-pitched miao, and Bucky places the small hand towel around her too, his large hands looking comical as he rubs up and down, trying to warm her up.

“I… cannot believe you just adopted a cat,” Sam says, but there’s no teasing tone to it. If anything, he admires the care Bucky’s taking with this fragile creature, proving everything he’s known all along. That Bucky Barnes is just a big softie.

“I… Couldn’t just leave her, not…” Bucky trails off, his face closing off as it does when he’s not really ready to discuss.

“You did a good thing,” Sam adds, hoping Bucky hadn’t misunderstood him. “Doesn’t seem like this poor thing had anyone.”

“Yeah, well…” Bucky swallows a little thickly, eyes trained on the kitten so he doesn’t have to feel Sam’s eyes on him. “Kinda know what that’s like.”

Sam’s breath catches quietly at Bucky’s voice, sad and soft, just like the smile he wears while petting his newfound cat.

“You have me,” Sam replies evenly. Firmly. It’s a promise more than a statement.

Bucky’s mouth twitches, his eyes flicking up for just the briefest second before looking down again. “Do I, though?”

Sam’s brow furrows, reading the situation. The way Bucky can’t look him in the eye, the way Bucky’s angled himself toward the back of the couch as if protecting himself. His heart starts to race, thinking – hoping – that maybe he hasn’t just been imagining things. He leans in, just an inch or so, his hand wrapping around Bucky’s.

He can’t tell if the trembles are from the kitten or from Bucky. Hell, they might even be from him. But with all the conviction he can muster, he looks Bucky right in the eye and solemnly swears.

“Yeah, Buck. You do.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, and for a moment he just looks at Sam, like he's processing. It’s a terrifying moment for Sam, as he starts to pray that he hadn’t fucked up their growing friendship just because he’d read into things wrong.

Bucky smiles at him though, slowly but genuine, and Sam can feel it before Bucky even says anything. He runs his thumb across the back of Bucky’s hand, in a silent promise.

Bucky opens his mouth to say something, when he’s interrupted.

“Meow.”

[arrowsshootyouforwards]

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

Sam and Bucky are roommates. That's all they are to each other. Steve introduced them and things are good between them. Steve also convinced the two of them to go on a dating app and has been pushing them to do a face reveal to their respective potential dates. Wonder why Steve is being so pushy? So do they... Until they do.

This is Chapter 1 of 3: WAIT, We’re Roommates?    This fanfic was written for the Star Spangled Mini Bang 2022. It is also being used to fill the B4 square 'Roommates' for WinterFalcon Bingo Round 2Before we begin a huge thank you to my Artist and Beta reader who I could not have completed this without. They are amazing, check out their tumblrs listed below:This fanfic was Beta'd by @defined-insanity-on-ao3 Art was created by @elkleggs The art will be posted with Chapter 2 and the scene it was inspired by. The banner was a collabortive effort between myself and elkleggs. I designed the bunting and elkleggs added the background and gave the finishing touches.

[endlesstwanted]

WinterFalcon Bingo Masterpost

Hello friends, time to wrap up the WinterFalcon Bingo organised by @winterfalconevents with my masterlist of fills.

I had a few ideas I didn't get to make work before the round ended, but I'm very happy with what got posted! All the info can be found below the cut and the links get you to Ao3.

Maybe around you | One shot in a series

U1 — Soft

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson Summary: When they come home after a mission, Sam prepares a nice hot bath and Bucky brings up an interesting proposal. Tags: Bathing/Washing, Intimacy, Pet Names, Idiots in Love, Communication Wordcount: 1,710

We do make cute babies | One shot

U2 — “Is that my shirt?”

Rating: General Audiences Pairing and characters: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Alpine & Figaro Summary: Sam gets back home to Bucky and their loved ones. Tags: Cats, Laughter, Slice of Life Wordcount: 801

A little touch of love | One shot

B3 — “There’s always a fight”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez Summary: In which Bucky fought some trolls on the internet and now Sam wants to save the day with the help of a teenager. Tags: Magic, Bodyswap, Awkward Conversations Wordcount: 2,222

My Boyfriend's Fake Boyfriend | One shot

Y3 — Fake relationship

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson & Joaquín Torres Summary: The media thinks Sam and Joaquín are dating. Bucky's finding it amusing. Tags: Established Relationship, Rumors, Fluff Wordcount: 862

She who has always been there | Drabble Sequence

C4 — Rebecca Barnes

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing and character: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Rebecca Barnes Summary: Bucky and Sam’s relationship over the years, through Rebecca’s eyes. Tags: Pining, Light Angst, Friends to Lovers Wordcount: 500

A Soul For A Soul, He Said | One shot

Y5 — Vormir

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson & Natasha Romanov Summary: On their way to Vormir, Bucky reflects on what he and Sam can risk to get Natasha back. Tags: The Blip, Overthinking, Ambiguous/Open Ending Wordcount: 712

[sassysambucky]

fill the void | bucky/sam | tentacles + consent | rated E | ~8k | Pining | Mission fic | Sam and Bucky encounter a tentacle monster, one that can read their minds | ⋆˚

There was another slight concern, or rather, a curiosity that made Sam feel alert. Through the calm tranquility of the being, Sam felt a projected willingness to explore himself, and more shockingly, a sense that this monster found him… attractive.

AO3 ->

@winterfalconevents winterfalcon bingo Y1: mission fic, @buckybarnesbingo round 4 U3: sex outside the bedroom

[livingincolorsagain]

and you touch me (and i'm like) (T, 1.2k)

for @winterfalconevents bingo round two, square A3: hurt/comfort

and the prompt ‘kissing your partner’s wounds’ which @romqnticstylez sent to me back in june, it’s finally here! lol

They both have their scars.

Some of them are marring their skin, touchable; a physical reminder of things they can never forget.

Others have left no trace.

But every scar has a story, Sam knows, even the ones you can’t touch.

When Riley fell, Sam wasn’t injured.

He has scars from before, from after. But that day, that moment? He only has his memories.

He remembers the sun burning at the back of his head, the dry heat licking at his skin; he remembers Riley’s voice in his ears; small, yet bright; he remembers the moment the world turned upside down, his heart crashing and burning.

Sam remembers time not stopping or slowing down, even as he begged it to, yet every time the memory plays in his mind, it’s cruelly in slow motion; one second Riley’s voice was still in his ears, the next there was a shout; an explosion, and so much noise, loud and life changing; a voice lost to the flames.

For the life of him, Sam can’t remember what Riley’s last words were, but the smoke still makes his eyes burn.

Or that’s what he likes to tell himself.

read on ao3.