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    Several months after the events in TFA, Finn is captured and re-integrated into the First Order, his memories wiped clean...

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    "Sorry, was I..." shouting again, he didn't finish. The hard set of Ten's mouth was all the confirmation he needed. Heat flooded FN-2187's cheeks. He mumbled an apology. Ten continued to stare, considering.
    "Ninety-nine reported you last time," he eventually said, and then he was gone, the bunk above him creaking under his weight.
    FN-2187 stared at the space he'd left behind. Had they sent him for reconditioning? he wanted to ask, something akin to horror curling in his chest. Instead he turned his gaze to the underside of the bunk, red light burning his retinas.

    "Look, General, I know we're short on men, and I know this could turn out to be another dead end, but it's the first bit of intel we've received in weeks and I..."
    How to put all that he felt into words. He owed this to Finn. He wanted Finn back. He felt... a myriad of conflicting emotions beginning and ending with the certainty that they could do this: they could find Finn and bring him home.
    "Poe," Leia said, Poe barely registering the use of his first name. There were dignitaries in the room, people of rank. But this wasn't a general speaking to one of her commanders. This was Leia, maternal warmth he hadn't known since before his mother died. Poe deflated.

    "It's good to see you back among the living. You gave us one hell of a scare," he said.
    Finn expected him to leave then, to slip from the room as quickly as he came. Instead he lingered, hesitating briefly before finally deciding to drag over a chair from across the room and sit at Finn's side.
    "I thought you were late for your debriefing?" Finn asked. Poe shot him a speculative look.
    "You want me to leave, just say the word."
    "I don't want you to leave," Finn replied immediately and without hesitation. He wasn't sure why, but saying as much seemed to catch Poe off guard, his eyes growing wide, his mouth opening and closing several times before finally deciding on a tooth-filled grin.
    "Careful," he said, "you might never get rid of me."
    He meant it as banter--Finn understood that much--but his entire life up until this point had been lived on the periphery, Finn wanting but never knowing this kind of connection. His expression grew sombre, tone serious when he said, "I don't want to get rid of you."
    Poe startled at that, his shock apparent, Finn momentarily concerned he'd breached some unknown social more, but then Poe was laughing, smile so bright Finn couldn't help but smile back.

    "You want to go a round?" he asked when the reached the training room, Finn halfway across the room before he realized Poe was no longer following.
    He turned then, finding Poe frozen inside the door, curious expression playing over his features. Is something wrong? he wanted to ask, but Poe didn't look upset. If anything he looked amused, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
    "You sure you're up for it?" he asked, shaking his head and coming fully into the room.

    As she spoke, she met his gaze. It was the first time she'd done so, Rey seeing then the boy who'd dragged her off Jakku; the only person who'd ever cared to ask if she was okay. Whatever they'd done to him, he was still in there, and Rey intended to bring him back.

    He cocked his head, gaze drawn to a familiar starship. Black One, Poe called her, her hull painted an inky black, her trim done in bright orange. Finn started towards her.
    Halfway there he spotted him, Poe appearing from inside the cockpit. He started down the ladder, his back to Finn, Finn's gaze drawn to his...
    Finn drew back, the memory dissipating. Ahch-To once again formed beneath him. Seated across from him, Rey ducked her head, bright red splashed across her cheeks.
    "I..." Finn said. Rey shook her head.
    "That was informative," she said, smiling.
    "I fail to see how that was informative," Finn told her, fighting his own rising blush.
    Across the open ground, Rey tipped her head back and laughed.
    "Try again," she said when she'd recovered. Finn was tempted to refuse.

    Here he paused, the words easier when he'd rehearsed them this morning before the mirror. But his reflection hadn't stared back, naked emotion playing over his face, and his eyes hadn't shone with unshed tears, vibrant hope reflected in their depths. Clearing his throat, Finn forced the words past his tongue.
    "I'm wondering if we can try this again. Get to know each other, I mean. To see if we still feel the same. Would that be okay?"
    Poe was was nodding even before Finn finished speaking, the last bit of his uncertainty fading away. On impulse he gestured across from him, Poe moving swiftly to claim the opposite bed. Releasing a breath, Finn extended a hand, thrilled but unsurprised when Poe met him halfway.

    "Then I shall summon the Knights of Ren," Ren said, sensing then a quivering in the Force.
    Snoke, who undoubtedly felt it too, offered only a smile.

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    The bunk is so small that Anakin can support his rocking by pressing both hands on the overhead.

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    The moment Sam shut the door behind him, Bucky was crowding him against it.

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    Hooking up with Sam has been a dream come true for Bucky and he will happily bury his feelings for eternity if it means he gets to be with Sam.
     
     
    He adorably tried to play it off like he fell. Like a person could actually fall perfectly into someone's lips with their mouth puckered and ready. Bucky didn't care about the silly fib because the kiss, as light and brisk as it may have been, did something to him. Lit something up inside of him that had been dormant for some time. He leaned right back in and kissed Sam for real.

    That's how it started. With them making out every time Sam got a little drunk.

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    ~~These boys are dumb but also in love!
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    That's how it started. With them making out every time Sam got a little drunk. Which coincidentally also started occurring more often. Sam began arriving with more beer, started suggesting more bars or ordering more wine for the table. Unfortunately, it always stopped after the make out and the next day proceeded with Sam seemingly forgetting anything ever happened.
    Bucky is pretty sure Sam is never that drunk, he should have some recollection of these nights. He certainly gets tipsy, but black-out drunk is a far cry from the man who's been very coherently and aggressively making out with him time and time again.

    Bucky's perfectly fine with keeping his mouth shut and he's so glad he does because the sex is unbelievable and he wouldn't want to chance ruining it.
    Sure, maybe he's a little rusty, a little out of practice, so it's possible any sex with anybody could have blown Bucky's mind but he doesn't think that's the case. It's Sam, it's gotta be. The way the man kisses him, touches him, the way it feels when he's riding Bucky with his eyes sealed shut, mouth wide open like he's breathing in the waves of pleasure through his lungs. Bucky might be in love.

    They still don't talk about this thing, never have and Bucky suspects they never will. And like Bucky decided when this first started, he's more than happy with just this. He reminds himself every day how good he's got it. He's got Sam Wilson naked in his bed, coming on his chest, moaning by his ear. Jesus, what could be better than that?

    The man's mouth lines up next to Bucky's ear although he's facing the wall so no one can read his lips.
    "Hello again, pet," the man hums delightedly.
    Bucky clenches his jaw. He refuses to say anything, refuses to move a muscle unless Sam tells him to.
    "Been a while, hasn't it?" the man goes on, "I've missed you."
    He pulls back to flash an evil smile at Bucky.
    "I hope you've been spending your time wisely," the man tuts like he still has any power over him.
    Bucky grinds his teeth, he's desperate for Sam to tell him to move but the comms remains silent.
    "More so, I hope you've returned to play," the man states sternly like he's trying on his authoritative voice again, "Maybe this time we'll listen, eh?"
    He smiles again and the first motion of his hand reaching up is when Bucky loses it.

    Bucky lets the man talk and it's all the same taunting shit. Calling him a pretty pet, calling him easy, laughing in his face. Bucky's just standing there, gaze unfocused and directed past him, refusing to move until a red and white fist smashes into the man's face, knocking him out cold.
    Bucky blinks at Sam, stunned. Sam's expression hardens.
    "Don't let anyone talk to you like that," Sam grits.
    Sam swiftly turns and continues to move but Bucky is frozen in place for a few seconds too long that Sam has to stop, spin around and motion for him to follow.

    Sam cares about him.
    At least that's what Bucky is telling himself, he gives a crap if it's true or not. The thought alone has the power to amplify every pleasure receptor in his body. He's existing on an absolute high as Sam rides him to orgasm.

    Sarah and the boys are a wonderful distraction. They make Bucky smile without even realizing it and it's during these unknowing smiles that he catches Sam staring at him with a look of wonder in his eyes. Bucky never knows what that means.

    "I'm not ashamed of you, Buck. We started hooking up and neither of us put a label to it but I wasn't hiding you. I told Rhodey."
    Bucky shakes his head, completely stunned by this revelation.
    "Why?"
    Sam almost laughs but he's still not happy, his expression is one of pure disbelief.
    "Because he's my friend and I needed to tell someone I was catching feelings," Sam says.
    "For who?"
    Sam sighs.
    "You, Buck. The guy I'm sleeping with."
    Bucky's eyes widen and then dart away. He tries to digest this, really attempts to think back to every moment he fully believed he was merely a well-kept secret in Sam's life. And he was grateful to be hidden away.
    Nope, it's not processing.
    "Are you sure the sex isn't just good?" Bucky checks. Maybe Sam's mind is fuzzy, he contemplates.
    "Oh the sex is great, but I'm also sure I actually like you," Sam confirms.
    Bucky's eyes widen impossibly more.
    "That's wild," Bucky hears himself whisper.

    Sam huffs out a laugh like Bucky's being ridiculous. Then somehow the truth just slips out of him with his next breath.
    "Because I'm in love with you."
    Sam stills, clearly not expecting the confession but his expression soon softens into something indescribable. He cups Bucky's face and draws him closer.
    "Now that's a secret worth spilling," Sam hums.

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    Sam finally introduces someone special to Bucky.

    Divergence from TFATWS episode 2

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    13 Sep 2022

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    ~~That's such a freaking cute story!
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    Sam remembers the night their child was conceived with startling clarity. The way Bucky took care of him; the width of his shoulders; the gold ring around his too blue eyes, a parallel of the silver in his brown eyes.
    The sounds of nature around the hut made Sam feel primordial, closer to nature than ever before. That and the feeling of Bucky inside him– big and strong, dragging moans from his mouth– was something that he’d been looking for for a long while.

    "If he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me!”
    As soon as those words came out of his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up.
    “All right, good. Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand. But can you accept that I did what I thought was right?” Sam scoffed, “You know what? I don’t have time for this.”
    Those warm brown eyes went cold and he could do nothing but watch as Sam walked out.
    “I know that look, what’s wrong?”
    Bucky grimaced as he looked back over his shoulder to Raynor as he opened the door, “I broke rule number two. Goodbye, Doc.”

    “Sam, I’m sorry, I’ve been an ass all this time.” He started, words pouring out, “It’s no excuse but it’s clear I let my relapse cloud my judgment, disregard our support system, and I made it all about me. You’re my omega and I should’ve never abandoned you–”
    “I’m not.” Sam interrupted, “I’m not your omega– not after the grief you’ve given these past few months. You ghosted me and I started having episodes, and guess what?” Sam poked Bucky’s chest, “You weren’t there! You weren’t, after you promised me! You weren't there and I couldn’t even call you…”
    “And now you’re back, and being an asshole to me over a piece of metal!” Sam took a deep breath and turned his back on Bucky, “It hurt so bad, you hurt me, because– because it wasn’t just me I had to take care of.”
    And suddenly Bucky couldn’t breathe.

    Omegas acquired a faint flowery smell when they had given birth… and entwined with Sam’s comforting, familiar scent was a hint of gardenias.
    “Sam, are you--”

    “Where are we going, papa?” Sam was asked, as he put the miniature Air 1’s on his son’s feet.
    “We are going to meet someone special for you.” Sam replied, bopping the cute little nose.
    Giggles followed the action, before big blue earnest eyes looked at Sam, “Is it daddy?”
    “Yes, my little plucky”

    “Hello, can I hug you?” Riley asked Bucky.
    “Of course.” Bucky got hugged tight around his neck, surprised at the strength already in those tiny arms. He looked up at Sam, who nodded at the question in his eyes.
    Pulling away a little from the hug, Bucky studied the tiny face: skin tone the same as Sam’s, Sam’s cheekbones, his nose, Sam’s smile, messy dark curls, and the eyes– blue like his, but he could also see speckles of amber inside the blue.

    Bucky suddenly standing up startled Sam out of his thoughts, “Give me a chance– just one– to apologize and start over with you again. Please.”
    How Sam hated those eyes and how easy he gave into them. Sighing, he looked down at Riley, who was clutching Bucky’s right hand, and noticed the way Bucky’s thumb caressed that tiny hand. He looked back up and nodded, with a soft 'okay'.
    Bucky smiled, “Thank you--”
    “Don’t thank me,” Sam cut Bucky off, “You cross the line and it’s over– no more chances.” He slapped Bucky’s chest, “Got it?”
    “Loud and clear.”