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His best friend’s mama though? For real? His goddamn mama?!
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*clears throat*
🗣 FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:
#sambucky#samsteve#alright which one of y’all is gonna write the au???#and by au i just mean a tennis star love triangle lol#i haven’t seen this movie… so i’m talking vibes alone
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Was rewatching Sam's first scene in TWS for reasons and I always forget how unsubtle the flirting is. Like!!!! Steve was so into Sam IMMEDIATELY. He was straight up tugging on Sam's pigtails in the lunch line. He was showing off. He was making an effort. He opened up like a spring flower as soon as Sam pushed back on him.
AND SAM. Sam INSTANTLY matched his energy and started giving him a check yes or no note. "Come see me at work 🥰🥰🥰🥰" He was like, I'm gonna establish a connection so good, this man's gonna be thinking about it after nazis come back from the dead to kill him again. Giving him music recommendations, flirting with his girl friends, tugging on his pigtails back.
I can't STAND IT. I have cavities now. I need to lay down. They're everything to me. "This man is half my soul" YEAH!!!! I SEE THAT
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Sam and Sarah Rogers? Don’t make me cast up my crumpets in this piece 🤢
When I say people just be putting Sam in any damn headcanon and have him doing any damn thing, this is exactly what I mean smh. Because, I’m sorry, what?!
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Please 😭 I have like a dozen fics to read! I’m both stressed and excited lol
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@targaryenmelodrama 😳🫢
I haven’t heard that name in years… in this tag anyway lol.
Anywho, everyone go read this and the rest of their fics. My good sis simply does not miss!!
Shoot me that look in your eyes (With homemade dynamite)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RlIsVZA
by targaryen_melodrama
All it had taken for Sam’s easy, infallible coming-home-from-work routine to go out the window is the serial misdemeanors of a persistent, recently exonerated 99-year-old outlaw.
“At this point,” Sam says, “I’m starting to think you enjoy the breaking in more than the gifts.”
“You keep forgetting to get me a key. What’s a guy supposed to do?”
“Careful, there. You’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
Bucky snorts. “I don’t think my reputation’s changing any time soon.”
Sam raises an eyebrow. “Hmm. Whose life are we turning upside down this week?”
Words: 6961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Gabe Jones, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Getting Together, sambucky nation it's been 84 years
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RlIsVZA
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fic pride weekend midweek
thank you so very much, @eusuntgratie, for tagging me!
Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.
hope on the horizon
She turns and gives [Bucky] a quick salute then continues on her way. Once she’s behind the count, Nat catches Sarah’s eye. Holding her hands about twelve inches apart, she mouths to Sarah, He has a huge dick!
Sarah laughs as she pulls a coffee stirrer out of the little caddy on the table and calls out, “Yes, thank you for that information, Nat!”
not too tired
“If you broke my phone—” Sarah starts to say, raising up to look behind him.
He shoves her down and plants his hand on her back to keep her there. “Then I’ll buy you a new one. Now shut up and take this dick.”
brighter than ever
… Their fingers brush when he grabs the bucket and he feels the same sizzle he always does; the ricochet of lightning through his body that settles and hums under his skin whenever she’s around.
stevie’s mom has got it goin’ on
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna kiss yours with it, too.”
Steve slowly turns his head, eyes wide and fierce with murderous intent. Bucky puts his hand up, trying to protest his innocence, but Steve balls up his fist and stalks toward him.
but keep your heart up
Bucky hums low in his throat, still in that space between awake and asleep. If he keeps his eyes closed long enough, he’ll drift straight back into sleep. Lulled by the softness of the morning and Sam’s warmth curled into his side. He frowns when he feels Sam roll away from him. The bed dips and the sheet slides down to his hips.
something to talk about
Bucky’s smile widens when he catches sight of the covered dish in her hands. “Hey, kid; whatcha got there?”
“Well, my momma said to tell you we had some extra blackberry cobbler layin’ around. But, really, she just made the one. And it’s for you.”
The Holidate
“She’d kill me and then where would you be? Without your best friend in the whole wide world, that’s where.”
Closing the cooler and lifting it by both handles, she gives him a look before heading toward her truck. “You’re my brother’s best friend. We are acquaintances at best.”
a perfect end to a perfect day
He smiles a little to himself as he looks out over the lake, ears catching the song of a far-off bird. Sarah’s body heat seeps into his right side and her heartbeat thumps gently in his ear, a counterpoint to the crickets in the grass. The scent of her, warm skin and lotion, fills his nostrils and he breathes deep, pulling her in.
a night for bad dreams
With deft skill borne from years of experience, Okoye quickly gets her youngest settled back in her own bed without waking her. She kisses Esihle’s forehead before making her way back to the living room.
Attuma sits up at her approach, scrubbing one had over his face, he reaches for her with the other. He pulls her in to stand between his legs and asks, “Time ‘s it?” around a small yawn.
across the ocean blue
K’uk’ulkan sighs happily as he strolls toward the town center, food stalls giving way first to the fabric weavers then to the armorers and vibranium forgers. Attuma follows a few paces behind, eyes drawn to the showers of sparks as new spears and axes are shaped from raw vibranium. His left hand aches with yearning for the familiar weight of smooth metal.
He passes forge after forge, sees spear upon spear and ax after ax being stockpiled, and feels anticipation flutter in his chest. His people are preparing for war. Soon, he will be called upon, his altar overflowing with the choicest offerings, smoke from fresh candles mingling with the finest incense… And he will be glad to answer their prayers, to give their warriors strength and speed and courage against their enemy.
the calm before the storm
Taking a fortifying breath and blowing it out, [Attuma] goes first to the children’s room. He smooths the frown from Itzel’s sleeping face, unsurprised to see that even in her dreams she remains serious. Next, he gathers Khanyiswa’s discarded blankets from the floor and tucks her back in, as he has many a night. Coming upon the third bed, he smiles softly at the sight of little Esihle and Chimalmat curled together like kittens.
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You know, I wish I could believe that TPTB had Sarah keep her maiden name and give Cass and AJ her maiden name, as some sort of progressive F U to the patriarchy, but in my heart of hearts I know that it was nothing but pure laziness. Pure, idgaf / I can’t be bothered / who would care anyway? — LAZINESS! It would’ve taken five seconds to give her a married name, and they simply couldn’t be bothered to. It’s actually absolutely insane to me, and I’m someone who kept their maiden name when they got married 😭😭 And yet… it still pisses me off. Like, legitimately. The same way that them not mentioning Gideon by name, even in passing, even as an aside, just once, pisses me off. Smh… I’ve never DM’d a writer/creator/producer/etc., and I never will lol, but Lord almighty sometimes I want 5 minutes alone with Malcolm Spellman just to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing with the writing for this show.
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Sam in CATWS: Hi Captain Hot Ass. Fuck ppl giving me orders. Anyway, I suggest we break onto government property and steal back my shit. Yeah I was being a little cheeky about my job, didn’t say pilot ;) I just met you, I am obviously flirting. Also, I don’t know if you can save your wilding out friend just being realistic here before you do something like let him beat you to death. Who wants to do a treason?! Let’s goooooo
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I did enjoy seeing Sam & Steve work together for the first part of the Cold War Omega arc (Captain America: Cold War)
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For the @sambuckylibrary TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024
Week 5: Ghost/Zombie AU
These are fics that I could remember off the top of my head
love, zombies, and barry white series by sincophant | Rated M | 2 fics | 8.3 K words
Recorded chronicle of a cross-country trip during the zombie apocalypse. Part 2 is the heartbreaker.
ESCAPE TO WAKANDA by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated E | 9 chapters | 41K words
Post-CA:TWS zombie apocalypse!
The Way Out Is Through by samwontshare | Rated E | 5 chapters | 12K words
Infinity War AU--zombie apocalypse instead of Thanos!
you know i didn't want to (have to haunt you) by dharmainitiative | Rated T | 4 chapters | 46K words
Sam is a real estate agent who has to sell a house haunted by Bucky's ghost!
Tea Time by @six2vii | Rated E | 4.9K words
Sam and his friends spend the night at a haunted mansion as a bet!
i'm a ghost when i walk in (holy spirit when i walk out) by notcaycepollard | Rated T | 5.7K words
For some reason, Sam seems to be the only one willing to interact with Bucky after Bucharest.
Bonus:
This art by lio on Twitter that was posted by @onmyojisrambles; consider it a "what if" of What if...? Season 1 Episode 5 (zombie episode) *Warning for violence and breaking my heart
#the way out is through is sooo good & written by one of my faves!#i can’t wait to check out the other fics on this list!#thanks op
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just a normal snow day in NYC
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The Romanian
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1EKHIom
by Six2VII
Sam gets roped into a poker game and gets lucky.
Words: 5342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 46 of Couch Sessions
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Western, a tad bit of killing, Fluff and Humor, Foreign Language, Romantic Fluff, Dialogue Heavy
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1EKHIom
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Just Sam and Bucky, flipping through a Wilson family photo album.
#sambucky#omg#can you imagine them looking at the pics and sam reminiscing and telling story after story#then maybe he pulls out some home movies#ahhhh#so sweet
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Big kinda-sorta fill for a bunch of prompts all at once because I thought they fit well together. Don't think too hard about the logic of this one. Truly. Don't.
Written for the @sambuckylibrary Anniversary Event!
Cw: violence, blood, injury, medical procedures (on page and discussed), radiation poisoning (sickness, pain, and gore affiliated), body horror (in a dream)
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Upon Faith
It's 10:34 AM on a Thursday morning when the Winter Soldier kills the GRC delegation leader in the middle of an international summit. He takes out every security agent who gets near him, maims most of the bystanders. He looks right into Sam's eyes as he raises a modified sig-sauer micro-rifle and shoots Sam directly in the middle of the star covering his chest.
Deliriously, as he’s falling backwards with extraordinary pain blooming along every nerve in his body, Sam thinks about how Bucky hated the shield looking like a target, and that he had designed this suit for him and put a target right over Sam's heart anyway.
. . .
Sam woke up a day later, in a hospital room with a heavy cast around his ribs to hold him immobile at least temporarily. There was no shifting around in this behemoth. He couldn't even reach for the water on the table next to him. Normally, it was Bucky's job to bitch about whether he was getting enough fluids, to hand him water glasses and sneak in the digestive sodas Sam liked.
“It’s a bulletproof vest,” Bucky had said once, using an arm across Sam’s hips to keep him in bed. “That means the bullet doesn’t go in. It doesn’t mean the impact doesn’t hit you.”
Sam tried to compare that gunshot to this one. He hadn’t been wearing his Captain America suit that time, just regular kevlar. But the shot had come from a handgun from much further away. The micro-rifle was designed for performance and Bucky had been right in front of him. The vibranium was strong, but that blast had cut right through Sam. What kind of bullet was it? One large one? Or a volley of fire? He couldn’t even remember the sound of it firing.
"It wasn't him," Sam said as soon as someone walked in the door–brought forth by the increased rate in his heart monitor. “I know him better than you do. That wasn’t him.”
He was surprised to see that it was Everett Ross who had walked in the door. If for no other reason than he thought Ross was in Wakanda again. Ross looked up from a file folder thicker than a fist. “Now why am I not surprised to hear you say that, Captain?” he asked. “Nevertheless, you’re not to contact him. You understand of course.”
Sam’s jaw tightened and he tried to sit up again. It didn’t work again. “It wasn’t him. He’s in danger. He’s undercover right now.”
Ross scoffed slightly. “I don’t think he’s the best candidate for undercover work. Pretty identifiable.”
Sam sighed in frustration, tossing his head to the side because he couldn’t do anything with his arms. “Ask your girlfriend. She’d know more than me.”
Unfiltered disgust flashed across Ross’s face. He practically flushed green. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said sharply. “I heard you two had a falling out,” he added, prodding at old bruises that Sam didn’t want to expose. “You two haven’t spoken in months.”
“He didn’t do it,” Sam repeated.
“The only stable thing in his life gets cut out like that…” Ross suggested with a shrug. “Could make anyone lose it. Especially after prolonged time with Valentina.”
“Bucky’s not a bomb,” Sam almost snarled. “He’s not going to explode from a pin-prick. He’s in trouble. Whatever’s going on, he has a target on his back now.”
“You could say that,” Ross agreed. “Where is he?”
Sam almost managed to throw his hands up in the air. The AC cut on above them and Sam listened to it hum and churn while he stared at Ross. “I don’t know. Like you said, we haven’t talked since he was assigned to the Thunderbolts.”
“Why not?” Ross prodded, poking harder at the bruise encasing Sam’s heart.
Sam found himself shaking his head. He wasn’t sure where the gesture actually came from. The actual answer was that Sam knew Bucky was hiding something from him. Something about this assignment, about the team. He’d adopted this asinine habit of taking on all the dirt and blood that could possibly be slung at Sam, doing all the shady work that Sam came up against recently. Sam had confronted him about it, this assignment had come in, Bucky left without so much as an argument. Just a kiss to the scar under Sam’s eye. He’d been unreachable since.
But Sam couldn’t say any of that to Ross. It would only stoke the flames snaring closer to Bucky, wherever he was. Sam had learned the hard way to watch what he said to their bosses. Every watercooler conversation was some subterfuge to notch another complaint about Bucky’s pardon. Now? If Sam didn’t find Bucky before anyone else, Bucky was never going to see the light of day again.
“We decided long distance wouldn’t work,” he said drily.
Ross snorted and flipped through several pages in the tome in his hand. “Captain, the sooner you help us, the less damage he can do. Do you know he’s been MIA for almost three weeks now?”
Sam’s blood ran cold. He was glad Ross wouldn’t be able to tell how his body tensed through all of the casting on him. Three weeks? Had they even been looking for him? Sam didn’t know anything about the Thunderbolts, but he was sure the leash he was on must’ve had some slack. How long until the team’s handlers decided something was wrong? How much effort had even been put into looking for him before this?
“You think Hydra got their hands on him and reverted him,” Sam surmised. “It didn’t happen. Shuri and her team took all of that out. It took them a decade to break him last time. This wasn’t him. Something else is going on. You’re wasting time focusing on him. You’re wasting his time.”
“Then what do you think happened?” Ross asked, finally looking up at Sam for longer than a glance. He closed the file in his hand and everything.
“The same thing that happened last time,” Sam said. “A mesh-mask. A robot. A shapeshifter. A clone. I don’t know. I only saw it for a few seconds. But it wasn’t Bucky. I know him better than anyone else.”
“You were actively being shot at as well,” Ross pointed out. “I’d hardly consider that a healthy state of mind to be making judgement calls. It’s no secret that you and Barnes are a weak spot for each other. Your opinion, your defense of him, doesn’t weigh very much here.”
Sam bared his teeth and strained too hard all at once. Pain laced up his body, straight down to the bone of him. It cut through the fuzz of quality pain medications and cleared his head only to stuff it full of over-stimulation. Every bone in his chest felt like it was covered in buckshot and he couldn’t get a deep breath in, which made him panic. He was panicking about Bucky too. All his concern came flooding in at once. He wanted out of this bed. He wanted his own phone. He needed to call Bucky, even if he wouldn’t pick up. Sam could leave a message warning him.
Ross tutted and came over to increase Sam’s morphine drip. Too fast, Sam thought, fighting through the red haze and black spots creeping into his vision, that was too much all at once.
“We’ll find him, Captain,” Ross said, stepping back. “Don’t worry about that.”
“Don’t you even–” Sam started, but his tongue got heavy in his mouth and the spots in his vision grew and grew and grew. Don’t hurt him, he tried again as he fell into endless black.
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Not three of my favorite fic authors dropping new material over the weekend
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Bucky walking around with that little notebook and a pissy attitude for 90% of TFATWS like:
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