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panevanbuckley · 10 months
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nothing worse than stumbling into a 'mark as read' fic, reading it for what feels like the first time, and then seeing this at the end 😭
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plantswithme · 1 month
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marvellegends · 1 year
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Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021)
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iilllya · 4 months
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Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson 'Captain America' in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (smiling because of Bucky Barnes 👀)
Also, @wenellyb, do you remember the Anon who randomly sent you a drawing of Sam years ago? Well, I've gotten better at drawing and I'm still unwell about Sam Wilson so here is another drawing for my favorite Sambucky-Blog :)
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logicheartsoul · 8 months
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Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes in Marvel Studios’ Assembled: The Making of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)
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livingincolorsagain · 3 months
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wait, sam and sambucky crumbs in the year 2024??????
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wikiangela · 5 months
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wintery fics
I posted one of these today already for fif, but I got tagged by @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 to share my christmas/wintery fics so why not lol (there's only three, I can never get around to finishing anything before the christmas mood wears off haha)
For a holiday (and forevermore) (95k, 30 chapters - completed, M)
Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...
it's not technically just Christmas, but there are 6 Christmas chapters, 2 New year's chapters, and lots of holidays and family gatherings in between haha - fluffy fake dating and lots of family feels
You're my greatest gift (2.6k, G)
Cookie dough, flour fight, and a long-time-coming kiss. Or, the Buckley-Diaz boys make Christmas cookies.
ngl I don't even remember this one but apparently it's from last year? lol idk probably lots of fluff haha
and the last one is sambucky from two years ago and I'm scared to open it and see how bad it is lmao
Merry Christmas (I love you) (2.6k)
Matching pjs, hot chocolate, and a Christmas movie marathon with the Wilsons - what more could Bucky want for Christmas?
no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1
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dimeurz · 1 year
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i am having a blast. i hope im throwing up while reading this issue.
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bisamwilson · 17 days
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Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕
Sam is proud to say he doesn’t flinch when he comes home to find the Winter Soldier on his couch.
The lights are off, the sun’s gone down, and Sam probably would’ve missed him if he hadn’t noticed his barbecue sauce missing from the top of the fridge of all things.
He should probably ask why the world’s deadliest assassin is sitting cross-legged on his couch, his hair tied back in a low bun and wearing one of Sam’s henleys and a pair of his old army sweats in a way that tells him he’s probably been staying here for a few days while Sam had been out searching the world for him with Steve. Instead he asks, “Did you use all my barbecue sauce? It’s polite to replace things you use if you’re gonna stay at someone’s house, you know?”
The Soldier looks up at him and shakes his head, wrinkles his nose, and Sam thinks maybe he should start calling him Bucky in his own head. “I put it in the fridge. It goes bad when you leave it out like that once it’s open.”
Sam blows a puff of air out of his nose, amused but not willing to laugh just yet. “Are you my roommate now? Any other habits you don’t care for?”
Bucky shakes his head again, just slightly enough for Sam to barely catch it in the dark. “You have a comfortable couch.”
Sam sighs and goes to the hall closet to get him a blanket. He wonders if being the retired fist of HYDRA makes enough to split rent 50/50.
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kandisheek · 9 days
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FIC REC WEEK 15 - ART
SPICY ART
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by agron / jetblackfeeling
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panevanbuckley · 1 year
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shoutout to all the backup ships! y'know the ones, when your main ships just ain't hitting right so you go back to a ship that took over your life for like a week two years ago??
anyways, if nobody's got me i know my backup ships have got me
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sumbacky · 1 year
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happy new year! it’s the year of the rabbit and i’m about to make it everyone’s problem :)
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may you all develop new skills this year, and read lots of books, and contact someone you haven’t heard from in years, and heal from things that have hurt you, and find peace, wherever you are.
orange and cinnamon hot chocolate recipe
a cool thing about people
a semi difficult slight of hand trick to practise
happy new year <3
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johnwalkerhater · 7 months
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firstelevens · 4 months
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song 25 + sambucky if you're still taking spotify wrapped prompts ☺️
25. Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows
When Sam’s phone goes off, he’s half asleep on his couch, buried under a small mountain of blankets and too congested to even really hear it that well. He only notices because it’s face-up on the coffee table and the screen catches his eye when it lights up.
He extends a hand out from his blanket nest and picks up the phone, wincing at the bright light of the display. 
It takes a second of squinting at the screen, but he finally manages to see that the notification is a text from Foggy: ‘any tips on how to handle your honors lit class? no subs available this morning so Hill has me covering’
‘Try not to show any weakness. They smell fear,’ Sam texts back. Then he adds, ‘There’s a Princess Bride DVD in the cupboard, you can get a key from Bucky.’
Foggy’s reply is predictably annoying: ‘does loverboy still think that you and me are dating? do I need to worry about him sabotaging my teaching in a fit of jealousy?’
Sam glares at the screen of his phone but it doesn’t do much, given that Foggy can’t see him. ‘Just for that you I’m not telling you where I put the Luhrmann Romeo + Juliet. You’ll just have to teach the ninth graders about iambic meter yourself next period.’
Foggy doesn’t get back to him for a while, which isn’t all that surprising. The beginning of the school day is hectic enough for a guidance counselor without having to unexpectedly cover another teacher’s class.
He stumbles to the kitchen to make himself tea, a blanket around his shoulders and his phone in his hand, but Foggy doesn’t reply for another twenty minutes. Sam’s head hurts too much for him to remember how neat the supply cupboard was, but he’s hoping it’s not so bad that Foggy’s just elbows deep in useless stuff.
After giving it another few minutes while he takes his next dose of cold medicine, he sends a text to check whether Foggy found what he was looking for.
The reply is immediate: ‘didn’t end up needing the dvd! I asked Bucky for the key and when he heard you were sick he said he’d handle it.’
‘Doesn’t he teach first period journalism?’
‘You’re sick so I won’t make fun of you for memorizing his schedule,’ Foggy writes, magnanimous as ever. Then: ‘there’s like five journalism students so he said he’d just combine them. said he could take your kids for the rest of the day too.’
Sam feels his jaw drop. Covering just one class is more than enough, but the entire day? When Bucky has almost a full slate of classes to teach, too? His face is suddenly all warm, and he’s at least fifty percent sure it’s not the fever.
His head is getting heavy again, and the screen is starting to hurt his eyes, but he manages to get a text out thanking Bucky for covering for him and assuring him that he can just put on movies for every single class.
He doesn’t have to wait long at all for the reply. ‘You’re welcome, Wilson. Now get some rest and stop worrying about your classes; they’ll be fine.’
Yawning widely, Sam types out a quick reply and takes Bucky’s advice, pulling the covers over his head and quickly falling back asleep.
Not having to field questions for subs or keep an eye on his email for questions from concerned students means that Sam isn’t repeatedly getting up when he’s supposed to be resting, and when he emerges from his blanket cocoon that afternoon, he can stand without getting dizzy for the first time in two days.
He celebrates by dragging himself into the shower, where the steam and the decongestant make it so that he regains his sense of smell, however briefly, and he feels more like a person than he has since Friday.
There’s probably an argument to be made for going back to bed, but Sam has never been great at being still, so he throws in a load of laundry and cleans up a bit while he’s on his feet. He’s about to make dinner, too, but then Sarah gives him a talking-to and makes him promise to order food instead, and Sam understands that she will instinctively know if he crosses her.
Sam already has the app open, scrolling through his options when his doorbell rings. For a second, he thinks that Sarah figured she couldn’t trust him to follow through and just ordered the food herself. Normally, he wouldn’t put it past her, but she’s getting the boat ready for a charter tomorrow, so he can’t imagine that she had the time or the cell service.
A peek through the curtains answers the question, though: there’s a familiar sedan parked in Sam’s driveway, a peeling Rutgers decal on the rear windshield.
“If you’re bringing me work to grade, I’m going to sneeze on you,” he declares, as he opens his front door to find Bucky waiting outside.
“I’m not a monster,” says Bucky, looking mildly offended at the thought. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” says Sam. “I can probably be back in tomorrow.”
Bucky narrows his eyes. “Or you could take a second sick day and actually get better instead of running yourself down again.”
“We’re supposed to be working on that stupid archival project tomorrow,” says Sam. “If I get another sanctimonious email from John about prioritizing my tasks, I’m gonna have an operatic meltdown in the middle of his classroom.”
“Entertaining as that would be, there’s probably another way,” Bucky says. “I’ll handle Walker for now. You just worry about getting better.”
Sam could probably push back if he really wanted to, but he can’t bring himself to be mad about Bucky looking out for him. “Okay,” he says, and Bucky’s eyebrows go up in surprise.
“Really? It’s that easy?”
“I blame the cold medicine,” says Sam. “I’ll be a pain in the ass again on Wednesday, I promise.”
Bucky smiles. “I look forward to it.”
“Well,” says Sam, after they’ve both been silent for a moment. “Thanks for coming to check on me; I really–”
“Wait!” says Bucky, and Sam stops in his tracks, eyebrows raised in question. “I didn’t just come to ask how you were doing. I, um– I wanted to bring you this, too.”
He holds out what Sam now realizes is a bag from the Thai place near the school.
“I would’ve made you soup myself, but I had to stay late with the yearbook kids, and my Ma would kill me if I half-assed her chicken soup recipe, but I know you like this place, so…”
Sam looks from Bucky to the bag of food and back, his eyes wide. “Thank you,” he says, and he can feel how soft his voice has gone around the edges. He probably should make some kind of joke to restore the natural order of things, but he can’t bring himself to do it. “You didn’t have to, Bucky, seriously.”
“I know,” he says, with a little shrug. “I wanted to.”
“Oh,” is all that Sam can manage to get out. “Okay.”
“It’s cold,” says Bucky, once Sam takes the bag of food out of his hands. “I should let you get back inside.”
He starts down the steps and Sam only belatedly remembers to call out, “I’ll see you on Wednesday!”
“See you then,” says Bucky, turning to face Sam and taking the last few steps to his car backwards. “Oh, and thanks for calling me cute!”
Sam feels his eyebrows lift in surprise. He wracks his brain to go over the last five minutes of conversation, but he comes up empty. “Wait, what?”
But all that Bucky does is hold up his cell phone before opening the door to his car. “Night, Sam!”
Suddenly, Sam remembers sending a text earlier today, clouded by the haze of exhaustion and cold medicine. His eyes go wide.
He didn’t, did he?
It’s only Sam’s dignity that keeps him from sprinting for his phone, staying in the doorway until Bucky’s car pulls away.
The second his headlights disappear, Sam throws the door shut and hurries to where his phone is charging on the kitchen counter. It takes two tries for him to unlock it with his face, and then he’s swiping over to his texts, opening up his conversation with Bucky and reading back the last few messages.
His eyes go wide as he reads his own words back.
‘It’s so cute that you use semicolons in your texts,’ he’d said to Bucky. ‘You know I’m not grading these for punctuation right?’
‘Maybe I just want to impress you,’ Bucky had replied.
And then, because that wasn’t enough, apparently Sam had replied, ‘Maybe you already do.’
He’s pretty sure that he’s never recovering from this, but just to make sure he learns his lesson, he texts a screenshot to Foggy with the message, ‘COLD MEDICINE SAM CANNOT BE TRUSTED!!!’
Foggy just sends him back a bunch of cry laughing emojis in response.
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plantswithme · 2 years
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never forget that it’s canon that bucky has thought about moving in with sam and that he knows sam’s not good at sharing anything
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