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For the @sambuckylibrary TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024

Week 5: No Powers Au

Here are some fic recs! There are so many wonderful fics out there, so these are just a small sampling from the tag. (I thought it was a more productive use of my time while at work today 🤫) Pretty sure I've recommended some of these before.

Apologies for my terrible summaries!

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Call Me, Beep Me Verse by enid_salt | 3 fics | 13K words

Bucky asks Sharon for Wilson's phone number after hitting it off at a cookout. But which Wilson's number did she give him? A case of mistaken identity working out for everyone.

good enough by juniperinum | Not Rated | 9 chapters | 18K words

Sam's a paramedic and Bucky's a dog walker. They meet on the job and hit it off, but they have their ups and downs. Features a gremlin of a dog that made a home in my heart.

Teenage Blunder by SonnyD | Rated T | 9 chapters | 13K words

Sam had a crush on Bucky when they were in high school, but Tony took things into his own hands instead. He was just being a good friend, right?

i wanna savour, save it for later by caramelle | Not Rated | 6K words

While on a mission to win over an anonymous food blogger, Sam falls for one of his regular customers.

Spin Cycle by bioloyg | Rated E | 4K words

Bucky confesses his love for Sam--at Sam's engagement dinner! Then they deal with the fallout.

Tell Me You're (Still) Mine by iwillnotbecaged | Rated T | 14 chapters | 32K words

Yes, I had to sneak this one in again. Sam and Steve are very happy in the small town they've made their home...until a stranger comes along, and maybe things aren't as perfect as they seem.

ghosts that we knew by wilsonsnest | Rated T | 20 chapters | 46K words

Sam agrees to paint a commission for Steve's reclusive friend. Great slow burn fic.

The heat of you by queerastronaut | Rated M | 10 chapters | 15K words

Firefighter!Bucky and Paramedic!Sam just can't stay out of each other's way. Until Bucky gets seriously injured on the job.

Out of Your League by @cobrafantasies | Gen | 1.8K words

Sam wants to make his move on Bucky, and finds out that he may like him back, but then someone else asks Sam out first. Seriously, the audacity!

yellow carnations. (orphaned) | Rated T | 3.7K words

Everyday, Bucky comes into Sam’s flower shop, buys him a single flower, and flirts terribly.

On the Threshold by @elwenyere | Rated T | 12K words

A 5+1 missed-opportunity-for-a-new-year's-kiss fic. Life happens, y'know?

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Will also shamelessly plug a few of my favorite writers; their No Powers AUs always hit right, so please peruse their catalogs:

@six2vii (Six2VII)

@thatmexisaurusrex (Writer_Lethogica)

@abarbaricyalp (ElisabethMonroe)

@jemgirl86 (jemgirl)

@glittercake (glittercake)

@siancore (Siancore)

@firstelevens (CrimsonPetrichor)

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the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

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While I was talking with @thatmexisaurusrex I was wondering about any new news about the steelbook set coz some people online have come out with some shots of some of the things that are coming with it (like someone took pics of some of the art postcards for example). I’m just naturally curious even if I don’t end up buying it and some of the pics of what the back looks like made me 👀 coz look at this blurb:

“The pair, who came together in the final moments of Avengers: Endgame” like did they have to phrase it like this? Are they referring to the looking at each other before Steve passes the shield to Sam as them “coming together”? And of all the phrases, they chose THAT?

Now I’m curious who is on their marketing and packaging team coz uh, ok, what a way to throw a bone to sambucky fans there lmao

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Continued poll requests 2

With help

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marvel bring them back i am no longer asking

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cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

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*me, literally sick with want* whatever

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hello darling <3 sambucky and #22 (things you said after it was over)?

hey honey! thank you sm for the prompt! <3

this is a bit of an unconventional approach but i simply refuse to write a small breakup fic in addition to the big breakup fic lol

prompt from this list

Sam’s chest was still heaving, sweat cooling on his warm skin, lashes heavy and wet, when the words escaped him.

“Did you mean it?”

Bucky froze mid-step, the light from the en-suite behind him giving him a bright aura in the dim bedroom.

Sam sat up, leaning on the backboard of the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest.

It didn’t help. He didn’t feel any less vulnerable or naked.

Bucky sighed, bringing himself closer to the bed, hand tightening around the washcloth, always nice and warm and damp.

The silence stretched, and Sam’s nerves frayed, and he found himself regretting speaking at all.

Maybe it didn’t matter; maybe it meant nothing. People always said things they didn’t mean during sex. Or right after, in this case.

“In what world would I say I love you and not mean it, Sam?”

Sam felt the words slowly sinking in, burning him from the inside out.

He pushed back the covers, jumping to his feet. His stomach felt tight, and he wanted to get away from this room and from Bucky’s determined gaze.

He plucked the washcloth out of Bucky’s grip, wiping himself down before throwing it away and grabbing his clothes, putting them on with jerky moves.

“Sam,” Bucky called, voice low and tight.

“No,” Sam said sharply, and he turned back to Bucky once he was fully dressed, pointing at him accusingly. “No, because this is supposed to be casual. No feelings, no attachment. No fucking feelings, Bucky.”

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, please, when has this ever been casual? When I spent Christmas with your family or when you held my hand during my dad’s funeral? When we moved in together? Adopted a cat? Then another one so she’s not lonely? You wear my sweater when you’re cold and run your fingers through my hair when I can’t sleep. This stopped being casual long ago and you know it.”

Sam’s eyes burned, swallowing thickly as he stared at Bucky and his stormy eyes, blue and deep and earnest. A home away from home.

“But,” Sam said, sounding desperate even to his own ears. “We promised. No feelings, no labels. Separate rooms.”

Bucky stepped closer, grabbing Sam’s hands in his own. “We don’t need labels or to share a room. Sweetheart, we don’t even need words. All I want is you, here with me in our home.”

“But it’s not fair,” Sam croaked, “if I can’t say it back.”

“You don’t need to.”

Sam went to open his mouth, his argument at the tip of his tongue, but Bucky dropped his hands and grabbed his face instead.

“You never eat plums, yet you always remember to bring some home. You watch my favorite movies with me, even though you think action movies are dumb.”

“They are.”

Bucky’s lips twisted in a fond smile.

“You don’t need to say it,” Bucky repeated. “It’s in everything you do. So what we made promises long ago? So what you don’t want labels or to say some words. So fucking what, Sam?”

Sam’s breath stuttered out of his chest, bringing his hands up to hold into Bucky, tightening them around his forearms.

“Shit,” he said, heart skipping in his chest.

“Yeah,” Bucky laughed lightly, eyes as bright as a clear sky. “That was my reaction too.”

“Bucky.”

“I know,” Bucky said softly, “I know, sweetheart.”

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hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!

thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)

"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.

It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.

And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.

"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."

Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"

Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.

She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.

"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"

"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.

Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"

All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."

Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."

Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."

She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.

He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.

He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."

Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"

Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"

Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'

"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."

Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."

Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."

Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."

Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.

Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.

"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."

"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."

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If dangerous predator why ear shape like that

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sambucky in the year 2023? why yes it is.

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women want me for my huge cock (silicone) and my huge tits (silicone) and my funny pointed wizard hat (silly cone)

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chinese jade corn ornaments 

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SEBASTIAN STAN + the exact points at which Bucky Barnes did and did not have chest hair

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I’m taking L’s you did not even know existed

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nothing sweeter than my baby (now on AO3)

sam/bucky | rated t | 12k words

“I know the romance is dead,” Sam says as he hits play, absently fiddling with Bucky’s hair, “but, uh, maybe don’t go poking around my sock drawer, if that’s something you were thinking of doing.”

“Got it,” Bucky says solemnly. “No sock retrieval missions, even if you have stolen at least ten pairs from me.”

“I’m glad we understand each other,” says Sam.

Sam thinks about a job offer and then thinks about making an offer of his own.

A follow-up fic to sugar pie, honey bunch.