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bisamwilson · 1 year
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tfatws sambucky valentines
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thatmexisaurusrex · 7 months
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Because it seems to be that some asshats are running around spreading some anti-Sam and anti-SamBucky hate for no apparent reason other than being insecure little baby people online (bless their hearts), I thought I'd start a little game, if people will join me.
Talk about one of your favorite SamBucky canon moments and tag some people you think would like to participate 😌
Mine is when these two dorks roll in the field.
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There's something wild about the fact that this is actually canon. I love that it comes after Sam saves Bucky from the wheels of a speeding truck and that Bucky holds onto Sam as they roll, trying to protect Sam from the brunt of toppling into that field together at that speed. Idk, I just love it ❤️
No pressure tagging 🤔 @logicheartsoul @jemgirl86 @siancore @cobrafantasies @questinwitchface @elektraking @funsized-loser
What are y'all's favorite canon moments? 🥰
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katatonicimpression · 4 months
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A late mission leads to an unexpectedly quiet Christmas Eve. But it's snowing and they're in love, and that's what really matters.
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1 day until the SamBucky Halloween Bingo starts!!! Make sure to check the main post for this year's event for all the information as well as the FAQ!!! 👻 🎃 🦇
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abarbaricyalp · 1 year
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Samta, Baby
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@sambuckylibrary written for the SamBucky Festive Season Bingo!
Rated E // 4.2k words // A03
Bucky really didn’t like public functions. Parties, interviews, fundraisers. Basically any time cameras were going to be trained on him, he wanted nothing to do with anything. This though? He could get used to this. The cameras were on Sam and Bucky was in Sam’s warm, cozy staging trailer, eating all of the holiday themed treats and watching Sam on a huge TV while no one was any the wiser that Bucky himself was just a few steps away.
To be honest, Bucky didn’t see how Captain America translated to Santa. He’d love to pick someone’s PR brain about the rationale behind asking Sam to act as Santa for this little Winter Wonderland thing. If they were in Louisiana, sure. That was Sam’s home. It made sense for him to be the local Santa for a school event or something. But they were in DC and Bucky had recently learned that acting like Santa was a real profession for some people, so there were plenty of other people around who could do this.
As it was, they barely leaned into the whole Cap thing anyway. They’d been designing coats and shirts for ages, trying to incorporate Sam’s uniform somehow, but in the end they’d just had him carry the shield with him. The rest of the Winter Wonderland wasn’t hero-themed either.
But, whatever. Bucky had enough shortbread and peppermint to get sick on, so he wasn’t complaining. Besides, the little show was kind of cute. He and Sam had been able to walk around a bit before Santa had to report for duty. They’d gotten pretty good hot chocolate and built a pathetically small snowman and even ice skated until Sam ate it and took Bucky down with him. There was a party later in the evening that Sam had been excited about. All in all, it had been a good day, capped off by an hours-long dessert break.
The heater in the trailer was better than the one in their house that they still hadn’t fixed (“This one’s heating twelve square feet, give the house heater a break,” Sam had said earlier) and Bucky was wrapped in all the blankets he’d found. He was warm and cruising on a sugar high. And a Sam high. Whatever camera they were using to film the event was amazing. Bucky could practically see the twinkling in Sam’s eyes, could count his laugh lines every time he threw his head back with a hearty ho-ho-ho and conspiratorial wink at whichever kid was beside him at the time.
Alright, so maybe it made sense why they’d want Sam.
Point was, he wasn’t really surprised that he’d fallen asleep on the large couch in front of the TV and had only stirred awake when Sam rapped his knuckles on the door before unlocking it and coming in.
“Hey, doll,” he mumbled in greeting, trying to excavate himself from his blankets. “How’d it go?”
Sam’s eyes pointedly flickered to the TV, which was broadcasting an Ugly Sweater competition now. “I think you saw how it went.”
Sam somehow made the Santa outfit ridiculously sexy. He’d left the coat open, revealing suspenders over a tight tanktop and his pants were unfairly tailored to sculpt his legs and show off his fancy boots. Even the silly hat, sitting askew on his head, was hot. It just wasn’t decent.
“Yeah, but I wanna hear it from you,” Bucky said. He finally managed to kick the blankets away and stood up so he could lean against Sam’s side as Sam sorted through the tray of cookies. His hands wandered under Sam’s coat and pulled his tanktop out from his waistband.
Sam took his time selecting one–something to do with mint chips or chocolate chips with mint cookie–and then ate it thoughtfully, washed it down with a few swigs of water. Then he turned to Bucky and backed him up against the nearest wall. Bucky stumbled back with him, his confusion melting away to delight when he took in how blown-dark Sam’s eyes were. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Sam finally said as his hands went to Bucky’s chest, landing lightly on the top swell of his pecs. Bucky’s heart kicked up under his touch.
“Yeah, doll?” Bucky asked breathlessly. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Wanna talk about how obscenely tight your jeans are,” Sam answered.
“You always wanna talk about that,” Bucky pointed out. To his embarrassment–though he should really expect this by now–his legs fell apart just at the insinuation in Sam’s voice.
Sam stepped between his legs, because that’s exactly where he belonged. “Wanna talk about how I’ve been dying to see what’s making those lines beneath them.”
“Just a little gift for Santa,” Bucky said innocently.
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maybeimissu · 1 year
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Two by Sleeping At Last as THE sambucky song for me idek
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logicheartsoul · 7 months
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Closeups of Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Staring at the Other from Deleted Scenes from the trailers of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)
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justsomecouscous · 9 days
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og write/creator: yeah these two ppl absolutely hate each other, just like pure loathing, that's their arch nemesis right there and they've been actively trying to kill each other since they met like they just genuinely hate each other so much-
A sixteen year old girl with daddy issues and a new hyper fixation: no for much longer they won't :)
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livingincolorsagain · 2 months
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apparently the Still Not Funny deleted scene is about Bucky ‘bringing a treat to Sam's family gathering’, and after talking to @logicheartsoul about it, i obvs had to write something
It was a joke.
Sam’d—very casually, if he’d say so himself—invited Bucky to the cookout. He’d been trying to relax into Bucky’s lone armchair, the TV on and playing something he’d never seen before.
Bucky, who had been sitting on the ground and leaning into the side of the chair, had froze, very minutely, then relaxed, asked what he should bring.
Sam had, very dryly, said, “Ice cream cake,” because Bucky’d tried to make them breakfast that morning and almost burned the eggs to a crisp. Sam was just being cautious, and yeah, okay, maybe also a little shit, but mostly cautious.
Bucky, the biggest little shit to have ever existed, took it personally, apparently, because here he was now, sunglasses on, wearing Sam’s Henley, driving Sam’s truck and joking with Sam’s nephews, carrying a lopsided ice cream cake that was very bravely fighting for its life in the heat of the afternoon.
Sam’s stupid, stupid heart did a stupid, stupid somersault.
He went on taking pictures and joking around and filling up his plate, feeling light and happy and on the edge of something wonderful, then Bucky was close, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his—Sam’s—Henley, his cheeks a bright red from the setting sun.
“Hey,” he said, voice light and so soft.
“Hey yourself.”
“Want a piece of cake?”
Sam gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”
Bucky’s smile went bigger, brighter, like he immediately knew what Sam was talking about.
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he said.
“You’re full of shit,” Sam said, “and, still not funny. You’re not funny.”
“I just couldn’t come empty-handed, Samuel, I have manners.”
“You brought an ice cream cake.”
“It was a no-brainer, honestly.”
Sam rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, then he turned back to watch the gentle waves and the sky as it changed colors.
The music was dying down, the day slowing and easing into the evening. Bucky was still standing just a step behind him, and Sam could feel his eyes on him.
His heart skipped a little as Bucky knocked his knuckles against his shoulder.
“Come on,” he said, so soft once again.
And Sam turned, gave into the urge and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer.
Bucky came easily, his warmth seeking into Sam’s alright sun-warmed body, until it was almost too much.
He didn’t pull away.
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samcky · 1 year
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Sam & Bucky part idk anymore
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bisamwilson · 1 year
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Sam stands at his bathroom sink, splashing water on his face to rid his eyes of leftover slumber, and looks up into the mirror.
Every day, he finds himself older than he ever remembers getting.
Flecks of gray sprinkle his goatee, a leftover look reminiscent of his golden years, and a small roll of his tummy peeks out over the elastic of his briefs.
He stretches out his neck and his back, the cracking noises louder every day, and rubs at the spot beneath his shoulder that always seems just a little sore these days. It’s not enough to stop him from going on his morning run—even if it is more of a fast walk/jog these days on account of his poor knees—but it is enough to make him a little more careful when he stretches.
Strong hands take over the kneading at his shoulder, and Sam relaxes into his husband’s touch, groaning when he thumbs over a problem spot just right. His eyes close for just a moment, appreciating the fact that Bucky knows his body just as well as he does, before he opens them and studies Bucky’s face in the mirror.
Bucky’ll never show his true age, sure, but the weight of the years has run down his face all the same, if at a slower pace than it would anyone else’s. There’s a bit of silver in his short beard to match with Sam’s own, bits of hair near his ears that gleam against the rest.
He wonders how many of the smile lines on Bucky’s face are because of him.
finish on ao3 (M, 1k, fluff, complete)
(written for @winterfalconevents bingo square K4: not until i say so)
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Sam and Bucky share a moment while they attempt to collect a Christmas tree.
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5 days until the SamBucky Halloween Bingo starts!!! Make sure to check the main post for this year's event for all the information as well as the FAQ!!! 👻 🎃 🦇
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mystic-insightss · 7 months
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They’ve come to take me away.
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glittercake · 1 year
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johnwalkerhater · 7 months
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