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Man, I get that canonically Alfred can be a bit childish, but the amount of straight-up condescending infantilization I see him get hit with by a lot of fans is, uh, pretty grating.

BUCKY BARNES 🎬 letterboxd series [insp, template]

if you like it, maybe you should put a pin on it

Based on this post where Bucky finds Sam's board that's filled with pictures of Bucky with strings pushed into it when he was trying to find him back in 2014-2016 and Bucky puts post it notes grading him if he was correct or not. People in the tags commented about this spinning off to a proposal and this was born.

This is my first finished fic in years so, I may be rusty. I hope y'all enjoy!

One day, Sam looks over at the board again— amongst all the chaos and dangling string and pinned up pictures and paper…

He tilts his head, squinting, before blinking his eyes.

There, on the map, is a new picture, stuck through with a blue pushpin.

Familiar brick, that doormat given by his nephews, the dark wood door.

Home.

100%, scribbled in black sharpie, across the surface of a bright yellow post it.

But what catches his eye—

“Will you marry me?”

Sam turns his head, footsteps creaking the wood underneath Bucky’s feet. He’s wearing a suit, not uncommon these days, but something different than the typical navy and grey suits he’s pilfered from Sam’s closet along with his ties.

No, there’s a svelte silhouette to his form, as if it’s important the fit is right. He’s in a three piece wearing a pin attached to the lapel.

And in his left hand is a small, velvet box.

The words on the post it note ring in his head as Bucky steps closer toward him.

“You found me,” he says, close enough his heat emanates from his body, seeping deep into Sam's own.

His eyes, those nowadays soft eyes, hold a glimmer of trepidation, but also hope.

“I sure did,” Sam replies, smile smug. “I’m good at what I do.”

Bucky’s other hand is warm when he reaches out, his thumb resting over Sam’s knuckles in a solid grip. There’s a slight tremor that seems to ease and settle when he brushes his thumb over Sam’s skin.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else to try and find me.”

“Well, you said I was 100% right on the last time I found you. No one can top that.”

A smile blooms across Bucky’s face, his eyes glowing.

“You’re right.”

Sam laughs, the joy bubbling through him, light and airy and warm.

“Can I get that in writing? Or better yet, on video?”

With a flick of Bucky's vibranium thumb, the box gently opens.

“Only if you say yes.”

Sam shakes his head, the line of his grin softer but no less strong, his eyes peering down at the ring gleaming in the lights of their home.

“You drive a hard bargain there.”

Bucky releases his hold, the absence creeping in, until he pulls the ring out of the cushion. Sam’s hand is still hovering in the air when the cool metal slides along his finger.

”What, do you want me to beg?”

The box snaps closed; Bucky’s hand slips into his pocket before drawing it out, resting his left hand on Sam’s waist. His other is holding Sam’s, thumb resting on top of the ring.

Their bodies draw closer, not quite a dance, but movements of a beat they’ve done so often, it’s like breathing.

Sam’s lips brush against Bucky’s, not quite a kiss.

“That could be a start.”

Their foreheads are pressed together, touching, gaze so focused all they can see in the reflection of their eyes is each other. Their hands warming the other’s waist.

“Say yes and I’ll do anything,” Bucky declares.

He tries one more time.

“Marry me?”

He strains to hear in the silence but his enhanced senses register Sam’s whisper like a yell.

“Yes.”

The taste of triumph, of victory, of finding peace and home, is on their lips, and steals their breath before they part for air.

They don’t move far away, foreheads still leaning against each other. Sam’s smile is a bit devious now, a cheeky twinkle in his eye.

“Gonna hold you to that, husband,” he says, and Bucky just laughs.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

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my initial reaction was that obviously Bucky has told Sam he loves him before; he drops it so easily, and Sam just gives that little nod, like Bucky is saying something he already knows well. but thinking over it... Bucky does strike me as being unsocialized and/or insane enough that maybe he WOULD think that "watching as your friend and protegee undergoes lifesaving surgery for an injury you blame yourself for" is an appropriate occasion to tell your man you love him for the first time. could go either way, really.

I love how one of the most common jokes in the Hetalia fandom is about how you can never really leave the fandom.

Like, sure, you could technically leave the fandom for a long while, maybe even several years. But it always has a way of coming back to you.

Sort of like that weird, clingy ex who keeps popping up in your life to basically say, "You may be done with me, but I'm sure as Hell not done with you!!"

And next thing you know you're being dragged back into the depths of Hell.

But it's fun there so you don't totally mind(?)

CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD (2025) dir. Julius Onah

Sam and Bucky agreeing to “go on long separate vacations and never see each other again” only to end up spending that vacation together has the same energy as Eugene telling Rapunzel they both “part ways as unlikely friends” only to marry her

Never understood the appeal of "didn't know they were dating" but fwiw I think sam is the one who would be in denial about how much this thing between them means to bucky

Like, sam is a bit "we're friends. People sleep with their friends sometimes that's cool. We don't even always get on that well. It's fine. It's cool"

And bucky is "I love sam so much but I'll just drag him down. He is literally the sun but I can't look away" and throw in a bit of 1930s/40s repression.

That's a recipe for a 10 year situationship right there

#aph