MOD PICKS // OVER 10K WORDS (PART 1)
When You Awake by Lunar_Pull
E | 19k | nwa | post: tfatws
“Mr. Wilson, what do you remember?” Dr. Ramirez asks, her voice tense.
And here is a moment of choice for you. There’s a part of you that wants to lie; wants to simply ignore this terror and just pretend. There’s a part of you that is paralyzed with fear.
But there’s another part of you, sure as the rising sun, that will never back down. You don’t know who you are but you know you cannot turn away from this or any other challenge. You’re not built like that, that much you know.
You open your eyes again. Take a deep breath.
“I don’t remember anything.”
different with every shore by JoBones
T | 31.2k | nwa | tfatws adjacent
“Steve told me you were quite the ladies’ man back in the day.”
“Back in the day?” said Bucky, huffing a small laugh. “You mean 1943?”
“Sure. Told me about all the double dates you’d set up for them. He said half the time he was just an excuse so that you could take out two girls.”
“Steve said that? Geeze.” Bucky shook his head. “So ungrateful. Kid was like the hardest person to set up with a date.”
“‘Cause of the skinny thing?”
“No, the moral righteousness thing,” Bucky nodded at Sam. “Maybe you know something about that.”
How Sam figures out that Bucky’s probably into him, which is a problem because Sam loves Bucky but it’s not like he’s IN love with Bucky, right?
in the velvet morning by JoBones
M | 12.4k | ccntw (check tags) | tfatws adjacent
“I think Zemo did some shit tonight,” continues Sam, and he takes a few steps towards Bucky. “And I think it’s messing with you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” says Bucky in a voice that’s closer to a growl, turning around fully now.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
Throwing my hat into the “but WHAT IF something had HAPPENED in Madripoor?” fic ring.
Just This Once by cyclogenesis (addictedkitten)
E | 15.7k | nwa | tfatws adjacent
Bucky has enough to deal with given his feelings for Sam and his latent masochistic streak, so if everyone could stop treating him like some sort of murder sexbot, that would be great.
Flowers are a Universal Sign of Courtship by 42hrb
M | 10k | nwa | post: tfatws
There are flowers on Sam Wilson’s doorstep. The flowers are from Bucky. Sam isn't exactly sure what that means.
A Convenient Truth by vibesandwonders
M | 55.6k | ccntw (check tags) | tfatws adjacent
Madripoor is for lovers OR That Snake Shot, may not have been the best life decision Sam's ever made, of course he ends up in the local hospital. But there is absolutely no way he's telling anybody that he got taken out by some sorta back-alley cocktail, no sirree.
“So,” Sam licks his lips nervously, they shine in the fluorescent light, “Uh, if anybody asks, that drink was hella strong— with you know— aphrodisiacs and whatnot, like you said, so after the party, I took you back to my room and you had the best fuckin’ night of your life.”
Bucky’s nodding along absently, watching the door until—
all bets are off by CapnWinghead
E | 15.5k | nwa | post: tfatws
It was a stupid bet, but Sam was a man of his word.
like a bird taking wing, or tears that set you free (you're the sweetest thing) by inconocible Part 1 of & i'll be yours to keep
E (heed rating)| 18.9k | nwa | post: tfatws
It’s been such a monumental year-and-a-bit, like he’s lived so many more years’ worth of life, in this one span of time. He feels so unsure of himself, of his own footing, but he’s spent the past year trusting and loving and needing Sam; and, he realizes, as Sam holds him tighter, Sam sees him, knows him for who and what he is, and still trusts, and loves, and needs him, anyway, too, and that’s it, that’s all.
or: 5 times Sam asks, + 1 time Bucky asks;
or: snapshots of a year of non-linear healing, of figuring shit out, of love.
darling, i feel you, under my body (darling, you’re with me, forever & always) by inconocible Part 2 of & i'll be yours to keep
E | 15.2k | nwa | post: tfatws
“I love you,” he laughs, because he does, because this is absurd, because healing isn’t linear and maybe he’ll never be done with it, ever, but, god, if this is what the future looks like, Bucky wants it all.
or: a weekend in New Orleans
T | 10.4k | nwa | post: tfatws
Sam’s no fool, he knows what’s going on. As he catches his breath, he sees the beginning of a dance between his sister and Bucky.
Bucky isn’t flirting, per se. But he is being extremely charming. Slick son of a bitch.
body language will do the trick by elizabear
E | 12.5k | nwa | tfatws adjacent
“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”
Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”
Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”
Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.
“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.
Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.