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imagine Bucky's lock screen is a shirtless photo of Sam sleeping and a news camera gets a shot of Bucky checking his phone and that's how everyone finds out they're dating

and also the public goes wild with that blurry screenshot of Sam on Bucky's phone through the news video because it's the first photo of Sam shirtless and people start demanding the HQ photo 😅

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"confession in the rain" for the ficlet prompt thingy? :)

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Oooh 👀 nice choice in prompt, @nine-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat! I actually figured this little ficlet on the MYSU discord, so thank you @runzu and @omegasamwilson for some of the inspiration for this ❤️ I hope you enjoy the ficlet! 🥰

Confession in the Rain

Bucky was at his wits end.

Truly.

It was as if everything and everyone was against him these past several weeks.

Bucky had finally decided to do it. Take the plunge. Say the words. Tell Samuel Thomas Wilson that he loved him. Or maybe liked him.

Would "like" be less scary to hear?

Would Sam freak out if Bucky (crying because Bucky had no idea how he wouldn't get emotional when saying the words) professed his undying love for Sam? That might be a little much, right? Probably too much. Bucky really had to make sure he said "like" instead of "love" when he said the words.

Bucky would need the opportunity to say the words, though. Because, again, the world was against him at the moment.

For weeks - months, really - Bucky had tried. He had tried to get Sam in his office alone, in a hallway, in Sam's bedroom, but every time, Bucky was thwarted.

Mission sirens would blaze at the Avengers' Campus. Joaquín would walk in grinning like he knew what he was doing as he asked Sam to help him train. Yelena would smile faux innocently as she asked Sam to spot her at the Avengers' gym. Monica would smile amused as she asked Sam to look over paperwork with her.

AJ and Cass would knock on the door, asking if Sam would help one of them with science homework, with play lines, with a book report. Sarah would ask Sam to help fix a faucet, would ask him to check on the shed in the back, would ask him to look over some of the bills.

All of them knew.

Bucky wasn't the best at hiding his feelings.

They all had to know.

Even Figaro played innocent as she meowed for Sam to continuously let her in and out of Sam's bedroom during one particular conversation.

They all knew.

Even the goddamn cat.

And they were all having fun watching Bucky squirm and not quite get his words out in time.

Tonight was no better. He had finally got Sam alone. He really had. Sam was in the kitchen grabbing some water and Bucky had him alone.

Until he didn't.

Because they were never alone for long.

Not that Bucky didn't like that about the Wilson household. He usually enjoyed it. He liked seeing AJ and Cass and Sarah. He liked Tommy and Carlos popping in whenever they wanted to chat and check up on everyone. He loved all of that usually.

And he could just see the glances of recognition in AJ and Cass' eyes, in Sarah's glee as they all tumbled out requests.

"Uncle Sam, could you help me with my homework?" asked AJ, holding up his notebook, "I'm having problem with this one geometry question."

"Uncle Sam, could you check on the code for this robot?" asked Cass holding up the wheeling leggo creation, "I'm still having problems with the tape maze and I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Sam, I need to fix that leak. The one in the hallway," said Sarah as thunder boomed outside (was Thor in on this too?), "Could you start preparing dinner for me?"

Bucky should probably call it quits for today. Maybe try again later.

Bucky stood there as he watched Sam look over the math problem and Sarah left to fix the leak.

And maybe it was because Bucky was running on barely any sleep. Maybe it was because he'd been at this for months. But something in him placed his hand on Sam's arm halfway through chopping a carrot and said, "I need to talk with you."

"Now??" asked Sam, sounding frayed.

Sam looked frayed too.

But Bucky really wasn't thinking clearly and he found himself dragging Sam into the hallway.

Bucky stopped in the middle of the hall, his mind whirling as he found himself suddenly in the position to actually say the words. He had to, right? He needed to.

Was something dripping on his head?

Bucky tried to ignore it, the pitter patter of it, the way it was running down his forehead and into his eye.

"Bucky," said Sam, like he was about to stop whatever was about to happen.

"No. I'm saying this," Bucky said a little deliriously, but then he heard the telltale signs of Sarah opening up a ladder.

"You're under the leak," said Sarah casually.

Bucky made sounds.

So many nonsensical sounds as he found himself gently pulling Sam by the arm through the hallway, the foyer, out the door, off the porch, in the rain. In the heavy rain, laughing, possibly a little unhinged because no one was going to stop Bucky now, right? No one was rushing into the rain to interrupt.

Maybe now he could say the words.

Bucky felt his mouth immediately fill with water the moment he opened it. Droplets blurring his vision as they caught in his eyelashes. Bucky tried to speak, he really did, but the rain was too loud. Bucky couldn't see well, but he could see that Sam wasn't hearing his half-sputtered words.

And he could hear Sam laughing - laughing - at him. Bucky was laughing too. Giggling and shaking along with Sam as they stood bewilderingly in the rain.

Bucky felt Sam grab him by the hand, guiding them over to Sam's truck.

"I'll pay for the detailing. I still owe you for that steering wheel," said Bucky helplessly, not sure why he felt so much shier all of the sudden.

Maybe because sitting in the backseat of Sam's truck made Bucky feel like a teenager. All cozy with a crush.

Sam laughed.

And Bucky lost the thread of what he was doing, turning to see that gap-toothed smile. Sam arching his eyebrow as if to ask what Bucky needed to tell him right that second. What Bucky had been trying to tell Sam for months.

And they were both soaked. In the back of Sam's truck. Staring at each other.

Bucky wasn't sure if there was anyone else other than the two of them in the world now. Not when he got lost in Sam's eyes like this. Smiling at each other.

Bucky wondered if Sam felt that way too.

Sam reached out to Bucky. Bucky leaned into the wet, chilly fingertips. Felt them on his cheek.

Felt Sam poke him, amused. Eyes soft. Eyebrow still arched.

"Bucky," whispered Sam.

Something in Bucky panicked. Because Sam had to know too. Everyone knew.

This was his chance. His moment. To say the words. Love. Like. Something.

"Wanna kiss you real bad!" blurted Bucky.

Sam cackled.

Bucky could die. Right then. Right now. Just kill him. Let him suffer no longer.

But Sam, surprisingly inexplicably, took Bucky's face in his hands.

"Okay," giggled Sam, leaning closer to Bucky, "Let's do that."

And then it was happening. Sam was kissing Bucky. Lips on lips.

Was this always an option? Bucky should have asked Sam months ago. Years, if Bucky was being honest. He found himself taking lead, Sam moaning in his arms.

"I. Um. I also. Like you?" said Bucky abruptly mid-kiss, and why had that come out as a question?

A dazed Sam blinked away his kiss high, snickering.

"Are you asking me if you like me?" asked Sam in a fit of giggles.

"I like you!" blurted Bucky, feeling his face heat up, "Fuck. Finally. I needed to say that for months."

Sam looked absolutely frazzled.

"R-Really?" asked Sam, some mix of confusion and - was that joy?

Was Sam happy about this?

Bucky pulled Sam closer again, peppering him with kisses.

"I do," said Bucky between kisses, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Sam Wilson."

Sam seemed overwhelmed. A little stunned. But he giggled and held onto Bucky close, hiding his face in Bucky's shoulder as he said, "I love you too, you weirdo. You didn't have to drag me out in the rain to say that."

Bucky kept laughing.

And kissing Sam.

Maybe because he was a man finally released from his curse. Maybe because he hadn't had a good night's sleep in months. Maybe because Samuel Thomas Wilson loved him back.

It was probably the third thing.

Bucky was just happy Sam liked him back.

Loved him back.

And dinner needed Sam. And the world needed Sam. And they'd leave the car soon. But Sam seemed to be okay with Bucky holding him right now. So, Bucky kept holding him. Kept holding the man he loved. Who loved him back.

*****

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Bucky Barnes's Poetry Project

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43063476

by QuestinWitchFace

This is the companion piece to a fic called You Probably Think This Poem Is About You (And That’s Because It Is). Basically, Bucky is mostly-retired from hero-ing, and he ends up going back to college online, majoring in creative writing. Pretty much all the poems he’s writing are about Sam. These are those poems.

I recommend reading the fic first to help contextualize the poems, but you don’t have to. This poetry collection is complete by itself.

Words: 1827, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The One Where Bucky Writes Poetry

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Poetry, Love Poems

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43063476

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can i ask you a question?

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43037685

by tater__tot

Bucky returns from the Thunderbolts. Sam had been waiting.

Words: 1859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Sambucky oneshots

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: post thunderbolts, because i know everything, Angst, angst with a decent ending, POV Sam Wilson, Hurt Sam Wilson, i honestly dont know what happens in this fanfiction yall bare with me, Established Relationship, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION., Sam Wilson Feels, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43037685

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#bucky, explain

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Imagine Redwing is Sam's real pet bird. Bucky's still opposed to the creature until one day Sam puts on music and Redwing begins bopping along to the beat. Sam joins Redwing and Bucky finds it so comical he can't help but finally give in and bop with his boys

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ANTHONY MACKIE looking his absolute best as SAM WILSON in Avengers: Endgame (2019) dir. The Russo Brothers

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I love the SamBucky fandom because they romanticize the fuck outta Sam Wilson, and it's the first time that I'm a part of a fandom where a non-white guy gets so much hype.

[Don't get me wrong, I'm not avoiding fics with people of color, it's just that most of the popular ships with a lot of fics are usually of two white men?]

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I love the SamBucky fandom because they romanticize the fuck outta Sam Wilson, and it's the first time that I'm a part of a fandom where a non-white guy gets so much hype.

[Don't get me wrong, I'm not avoiding fics with people of color, it's just that most of the popular ships with a lot of fics are usually of two white men?]

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shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else

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“Like Waking Up” (Sam/Bucky)

Bucky's second-favorite thing about the future is fresh fruit. (His favorite thing is Sam.)

Rated T, 1.2k words of Bucky Barnes recovering, fluff, and a little light pining.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41515569

Title: Like Waking Up

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson (friends to lovers, pre-relationship)

Summary: Bucky's second-favorite thing about the future is fresh fruit. (His favorite thing is Sam.)

Tags: Everyone Is Alive, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Hopeful Ending, Fluff, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Post-Captain America: Civil War, Deviates From Canon, Not Much Pining, Maybe a Tiny Bit of Pining, Bucky Barnes is the sweetest pass it on, Sam Wilson is also the sweetest, So pass that on too, Something is wrong with all the bananas, No Plot No Porn Just Feelings, Well the plot is that Sam shows Bucky how to cut up a pineapple and Bucky wants to lick him, But that’s Bucky’s business

Warnings: None

Words: 1229

Chapters: 1/1

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Waking Up

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41515569

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Just Bucky, hiding all of Sam's Redwing drones so that he can have Sam all to himself.

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by @lio28837778

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Preparation for 1 year anniversary of EP2 of TFATWS - aka Sambucky Birthday

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you know what i am thinking about? sam sliding his hand over bucky’s thigh during the therapy scene. just lightly brushing his fingers over it. what was that

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Gosh, was this a deleted scene that only I saw?

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