|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

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ONE shots about my new favourite ship. no smut. sorry but kids I know follow this account and I'm not comfy writing it anyways. At first, I never shipped Sam and Bucky, I thought their friendship was my brotp but then with the couple counselling and the rolling in the field I thought, "that's so gay! I love it!" Hence this book was created. A/N: Whoa, would you look at that, forget about the no smut lol
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This is a Sam (Captain American) and Bucky (Winter soldier) Fan fiction. I'm really new to writing so please be patient with me. Also I published this after 4-5 read throughs so I might've missed some stuff. So feel free to leave comments wherever you see mistakes!!! I hope you enjoy! Description: They were never supposed to get this close. Sam Wilson is charming, cocky, infuriating-and Bucky Barnes hates how much he notices everything about him. Ever since Steve handed over the shield, Bucky's been spiraling, and the last thing he needs is to be constantly paired with the man who makes his blood boil... and his skin burn. Sam doesn't have time for Bucky's brooding or his snide remarks, but he can't deny the tension that keeps sparking between them. Every fight ends too close. Every mission feels like a dare. And every look lasts just a second too long. But when jealousy flares, secrets unravel, and fists fly a little too hard in the sparring room, lines start to blur between rage and want. Between hate and need. Between I can't stand you and I can't stop thinking about you. And once the first kiss happens-messy, angry, and way too late-there's no going back.

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