bagel sam

friendly competition [sam wilson/bucky barnes]

bucky and sam argue over who’s the better kisser. you’ll be the judge of that.

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warnings: light suggestive content

additional notes: i’m back! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little over a week, and i hope yall like it :) thanks for sticking around and i hope to post more fics soon.

They were bickering when you entered the kitchen for lunch that afternoon.

“It’s gotta be me. I’ve had the most practice.”

“When’s the last time you even kissed someone?”

“When’s the last time you did, old man? The thirties?”

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the fridge, hoping to find sufficient ingredients for a bagel sandwich. Listening to Sam and Bucky argue was the last thing you wanted to do after an hour-long workout, but you couldn’t help but be curious. “Should I even ask what you two are arguing about?” you asked, flashing Sam and Bucky a withering look over your shoulder.

Bucky defended himself immediately. “Sam here thinks he’s the better kisser. I’m trying to tell him why he’s wrong.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh, there is no way Snowflake here is better than me. He can run, he can lift, he can fight, but I draw the line at kissing. Help me out, Y/N.”

“Sam, I wouldn’t even know,” you told him, taking a moment to relish the cool air wafting from the open refrigerator. You found the cream cheese, butter, and cherry tomatoes before letting the door swing shut. “I’ve never kissed either of you. All I know is from what you two brag about to Steve and me, and even that has to be pretty biased.”

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Sleepy Sam 😍

Reader is Sam’s young daughter.

Originally posted by soulmatesinanimpala

“Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean said with a smirk as Sam walked into the view of the kitchen.

“That’s my name Uncle De!” You replied with a pout.

“I thought you wanted to be Punzel?” Dean asked with a look.

“Oh, dat’s right. I’m Punzel!” You said happily before taking a bite out of your bagel.

“How are you so awake?” Sam asked while looking at you as he went to grab himself some much needed coffee.

“Whatcha mean?” Dean questioned, glancing between you and Sam. You simply shrugged your shoulders, dismissing the men before turning your focus back onto your bagel.

“She woke me up at like one am because of a bad dream and didn’t fall back asleep until six.” Sam replied with a yawn.

Dean looked over at you with a furrowed brow, “Shorty woke me up at six thirty. I just had her lay in bed with me watching Netflix until I decided to get up.” Dean told your father.

Both men shared concerned glances before Sam walked over and knelt down to your level. “Y/N, did you ever go back to sleep last night?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head and took another bite of your bagel, but avoided eye contact with both men, a telltale sign that you were lying to them.

“Y/N.” You uncle said in a stern voice, causing your shoulder to slump.

“Baby, did you go back to sleep when I put you back in bed this morning?” Sam asked again. This time you shook your head ‘no’ while looking at your hands that were on your lap.

“Why not princess?” Dean asked while leaning down on your other side.

“Cause I was scareded the monster was gon get me if I went back to sleep. I tried really hard Daddy but I couldn’t, so stead I went to Uncle De’s room.” You said in a guilty voice.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you know I like our sleepovers.” Dean said, trying to erase the sadness you were feeling, no kid should feel sorry about wanting comfort from their family.

“You can always go to your uncle Y/N there’s nothing wrong with that. You can always come back and get me too, why didn’t you?” Sam asked, worried that you didn’t want his comfort.

“You were sleepy daddy and needed sleep. You kept the monsters away all night so I figured Uncle De could do it in the morning.” You said in a soft tone.

The brothers shared a chuckle at your words, “Can’t beat that logic.” Dean said with a smile on his face.

“No you can’t, but you missy,” Sam began while he swooped you into his arms causing you to giggle, “Need to get more sleep, and so do I.”

“Can I sleep with you daddy?” You asked with a concerned look on your face, scared he’d leave you alone.

“Of course baby.” He replied as he began to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” You shouted, putting both your hands on either side of your dad’s face.

“What?” Sam asked, concerned that he was missing something.

“I need my bagel.”

Things Never Stay Hidden

Author: RuckyStarnes

Summary:   hidden relationships never seem to stay hidden

Warnings: swearing, slight foreplay

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 1,976

Originally posted by coporolight

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I Can Change (Part 10)

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2190ish

Warnings: Angst. So much angst. There’s also a big unhappy yelling match and an aborted attempt at angry sex. 

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A/N: Hold on to your butts, guys, this one’s a little rough. Thanks to @moonlitskinwalker for checking it over for me! 

You barely slept that night. All you wanted was to snuggle against Sam’s muscled back, wake up with his arms draped over you and his breath tickling your neck. You didn’t want to want that so badly. You lay awake at the far edge of the bed, body tense and stiff, trying to stay away from him.

All you’d wanted was sex, for fuck’s sake. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

It wasn’t just love that was terrifying, although…yeah, being in love was terrifying. There was the whole usual “what if he realizes I’m a bitch?” set of issues, fear of commitment, fear of fucking it all up.

More importantly, being with Sam meant committing to life as a hunter. It meant giving up on college, your degree, your goals, even your poor parents, who still thought you were doing volunteer work in Africa. There was a part of you that felt more at home in this life that you ever had at Stanford. There was a part of you that couldn’t imagine just ignoring all the horrific monsters in the world, putting it aside to live the blue pill life again. But being with Sam would mean saying goodbye to any chance of a normal life, and you weren’t ready for that, either.

You listened to the soft whistle of his exhales and watched the faint outlines of his form become visible as pre-dawn light filtered through the window.

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I am so damned tired today so have some fun fact sambucky headcanons:

Bucky becomes a terrible influence with Sam and they end up sleeping in all the time because Bucky refuses to get out of bed and Sam just sighs heavily and joins him. Mostly because Bucky will not let him go.

Bucky has broken five alarm clocks so far.

Steve literally needs to come by and tip the mattress over just to get them up sometimes.

anonymous asked:

Hey, since you are asking for suggestions, can you please do George teasing Sammy about his "bagel kink" and samuel starts getting defensive about it, i know it's bad but idk, do it pls :3

It’s not bad at all, I love it :’) 

I drew this in class and got a lot of odd looks…worth it.

Mr. Steve: September

By the time he reached his office, Steve already had paint in his hair. He wasn’t sure if was leftover from yesterday’s after school art club, or something he had picked up on the way out the door, but all he could do was hope no one had noticed. 

“So,” Sam said, leaning gracefully in Steve’s door frame with a glass of orange juice. Steve wasn’t really sure he’d ever seen the man without some kind of breakfast food, but it was pretty helpful, since without those cues Steve would never remember to eat. “Principal Romanoff says she likes your Disney pop star look." 

Sam gestured at the blue and red streaked through Steve’s blond bangs. 

Steve groaned as he tried to find his reflection in the hallway-facing window. "What is this, blue? Green?" 

"Blue and red,” Sam informed him. “Leftover from yesterday?”

“I took a shower,” Steve shot back, picking paint flecks out of his hair. “The paint’s out to get me.”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums up elementary school education.” Sam smiled, surveying the empty hallway. In about a half hour it would be flooded with students, half-assedly attempting to keep their voices and footsteps to a dull roar. “C'mon, I got breakfast." 

"Oh, thanks, Sam, but y'know, pastries are a little too sweet for me.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said yesterday. So I got bagels,” Sam replied, ushering Steve towards his office next-door. “Unless you’re some kinda godless heathen who hates bagels and probably America.”

“Look at my hair, Sam. I’m very committed to this nation." 

(Bucky’s POV)