Friday 26 January 2024

Friday Fics Fix - We All Know Where This Is Going



'It’s just that Bucky has spent his entire life trying to fulfill obligations — for the war, for Steve, for HYDRA — and now that he feels like he can make his own choices, he doesn’t know what to do.'

Title: F3. Background: kaleidoscopic purple and blue patterns

Bucky's bored.

He's really bored. Like - he needs hobbies. Badly. Preferrably ones with minimal interactions with people because are so... people-y.

Same, Bucky. Same. People are too people-y.

OK, rewind Cee, stop assuming everyone knows about your MCU and Bucky Barnes rent-free headspace.

...This, dearest reading nerdlet, is a piece of fanfiction based in the MCU (Marvel movies.) 

More specifically, it follows Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, the title characters from the series The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TFATWS) - only now Sam's Captain America, which isn't a spoiler because publicity shots exist.

Now that that's out of the way - this is a SamBucky fic which I thought was gonna be ultra-cringe, but was actually sweet and enjoyable.

...I mean, there was an edge of cringe, because it centres on a misunderstanding, and those are always cringe, especially in romance. But it was bearable cringe. 

And I usually can't stand any cringe, so it must be OK 😅

(Fandom notes:

SamBucky is a romantic and/or sexual relationship between Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Also known as WinterFalcon.)

Anywho, Bucky's got himself a job as a pet-sitter, and he's pretty damn good at it, thanks very much.

...And it stops him spending all his time worrying about (slash pining over,) his roommate (and they were roommates...) Sam - who's off being all heroic and sh** while Bucky is retired.

Which he wanted... he wanted to be retired.

It's just more difficult than he thought it'd be.

So, pet-sitting it is!

Except Sam's been acting really weird since he got this job - I mean, every time Bucky gets a text or a ping on the app Sam's face does something strange. And don't get him started on when Buck needs to sit overnight!

...We all know where this is going, right? 

Great. It's going exactly where you think it is. Yet is somehow more than bearable. It's a nice read, and it's well-written.

And when it's well-written, I gotta rec. it. These are the rules.

Only a couple of mild Content Warnings for this one:

- references to mental health and trauma

- references to loss of autonomy

- references to ableism/stigma re: prosthetic limb

This week's fic, then, is:

barking up the wrong tree by dharmainitiative

Have you ever been a pet-sitter?

Is your cringe tolerance higher than mine?

Talk to me! 😊💬

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  1. I'd love to be a pet sitter! I love animals :)

    1. I've looked after cats for neighbours a couple of times. And one time I fed wild hedgehogs for a neighbour... it was cute, and they bought me a present, so it's all good! Lol :)

    2. The neighbours bought me a present - not the hedgehogs. That would have been impressive! ;)


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