#sam wilson headcanon
sam usually initiates contact between them, but if bucky flinches or seems tense then he’ll pull away. 9 times out of 10 bucky pulls him back, roughly asking where the fuck sam thinks he’s going as if he wasn’t just giving off every signal that he wanted him to leave
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Today’s wholesome headcanon:
AJ has fondness for musicals. (Assuming COVID never happened in the MCU) when Sarah and the boys visit New York, Sam spends a day taking AJ to see a show.
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bucky never lets go of the ‘coworkers’ thing
in his wedding vows he refers to sam as one of his favorite coworkers
sam has to consciously hold himself back (from kissing him? tackling him? the world may never know)
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steve forgot to tell anyone bucky’s birthday before he left, and since hydra trashed all bucky’s files and god knows the man himself can’t remember, sam picks a few random days every year to celebrate without telling bucky in advance (hey, he missed the last 70, he can have a few extra)
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sam and bucky get bored and audition for a movie about the howling commandos and the casting agent just fucking quits (she can’t not cast captain america and his best friend in a movie about captain america and his best friends, but dear god: they Can Not Act™️)
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- The thought of A.J. and Cass meeting Shuri melts my heart. I just know Sam and Sarah would have to hear all about how Shuri is the coolest person ever.
- The boys would probably never recover if they got to visit Wakanda. Imagine how completely mesmerized they would be if they got to watch the Dora Milaje train! But lets be real. Seeing Shuri’s lab would definitely be the highlight of the trip.
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In the Freckles version of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Shuri has to visit periodically to do calibration and maintenance on Bucky's arm, and every time she does Sam spends the entire time trying to convince her to install more gadgets.
"I'm just saying, what's the point of a cyborg arm if you can't shoot the hand off like a grappling hook? You know how many times I have to haul his ass over a wall or something? Wouldn't need to do that if he had some kind of go-go-gadget grappling hook."
(In my head Sam also makes 2000% more Inspector Gadget jokes)
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Hi so since fanfiction is essentially my way of coping with things.... can you do an avengers x reader (Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony, Loki, Thor, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, etc.) and they react to the reader scratching their car or getting into a car accident (not fatal)-A (I don’t mean for it to be ‘dark’ just like them comforting the reader bc obvs you’re a bit shaken up afterwards)
I got you babe! I did this as teen reader, who's Peter's partner.
So the accident, not that bad. You were ok, no one else was involved and the car was ok. But your heart was racing, you were shaking, and you felt like crying.
Therefore in no condition to drive, so you called Tony to see if anyone was nearby or willing to come drive instead.
The other Avengers were in a meeting so when Tony said it was you and answered they all payed attention. If you were calling right after school something had to have happened whether it be good or bad.
However, when Tony said minor accident, everyone started getting ready to come get you.
"What do you mean Minor accident? Your ok right? Are you sure? Yeah of course someone can come drive you back."
Bucky and Natasha won and got to drive you. Sam and Steve got to go get your favorite food and drink in an effort to make sure you would eat.
Wanda and Pietro were in charge of setting up a movie you wanted to see and some of your favorites.
When Steve and Sam dropped off Bucky and Natasha, Bucky took the wheel while Natasha sat with you in the back.
He made sure to try and make the least amount of sudden movements with the car. You didn't need any more stress.
When you got back to the tower, you were immediately brought to the room filled with pillows and blankets in front of a large screen, a stack of movies, and food.
Thor and Loki weren't completely sure what was going on but they both knew you weren't doing the best and since they thought of you like a little sister, there was no way there were going to let it slide.
So, throughout the whole movie marathon. You would be sitting in between the two gods.
The rest of the group kept their eyes on you to make sure you were feeling better.
If you need anything, someone would get it for you.
They were going to pamper you for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you were still nervous, they would do what they could to help then.
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no thoughts just sam sending bucky screenshots of his obituary from 1945 and telling him “you’re dead to me” every time they disagree
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I am rewatching the Falcon and the Winter Solier show and I notice this:
TRANS SAM WILSON HEADCANON CONFIRMED???
I mean obviously it doesn't mean anything, it could just me the flag colors. But I like to think someone make it for Sam to show their support.
((Sorry for the shitty images. They're from the first episode fyi))
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Just sitting here thinking about if we got Alpine in the show and Alpine just chases Redwing around and Bucky's just cheering his cat on in the background while Sam is distraught
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Sam loves jazz music. He spent a lot of time while he was growing up, listening to all kinds of jazz music. Many different artists and styles. He absolutely adores the music and all the emotions it invokes in him.
His love of classic music comes from his parents. They played it all the time in the house. Sam always enjoyed the variety of music they played. More than Sarah did.
Sam can dance. He did take some lessons as a kid, but he doesn't let people know that. He likes to surprise his girlfriend by taking them dancing every once in a while.
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sugar daddy, spice, and everything nice
summary— you decided to take a trip with your sugar daddy but all he wants to do is work
warnings— cheating, age gap (reader is 22, sam is 34), cockwarming, ignoring, creampie, riding, talks of breeding, jealousy, dacryphilia (crying kink)
authors note— i have nothing to say except i’m horknee DO NOT STEAL MY CONTENT and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
you had spontaneously left the country to spend the week with your sugar daddy. none of your friends or family knowing anything about it. not even your boyfriend...
you had been in a relationship for roughly three years but lately you never felt that way. you relationship felt like it was on autopilot and no matter how hard you tried, it just continued to float in the air
so when you met sam when you were in the mall looking for some new shoes, something sparked.
he was so kind to you. “i couldn’t help but approach you, i’m sam wilson.” you knew who he was, he ran one of the biggest hotel companies in the world. you would have sold one of your lungs to be able to stay at one of his hotels. so luxurious and the rooms always were big enough for you to fit a pool of people in them.
“mister wilson...its so nice to meet you.” you were so in shock that you were meeting him. “please call me sam.” he flashed his bright smile towards you and you instantly melted. “you’re absolutely gorgeous, i just wanted to see if you would like to have dinner sometime.” you smiled, excited but then remembering you already had someone who was supposed to take you to dinners
“this can just be a dinner between friends.” he smiled at you and as much as you should have denied, you couldn’t.
and instead of taking you somewhere you thought would just be local. he took you to paris on a jet to one of his favorite places, causing you to enjoy it all so much.
he brought you back home after you took a boat ride down the seine river. as he dropped you off home, that’s when the question popped up. he let you have time to think about it and boy did you think.
it wasn’t until your boyfriend didn’t even realize you have been gone for so long that you knew you deserved to be treated like the diamond you were.
so now here you were, on the way to italy on the private jet with your sugar daddy sam. as he looked through papers for work you sat on his lip, a glass of wine in your hands. “daddy you’ve been working since we’ve took off, i need you...”
he looked up at you, giving you his full attention. “i know diamond, i’m sorry honey, its just a lot of stuff i need to get done before we land and i promise that i’m all yours until it’s time to get back to work.” you sighed, watching him flip through papers and raised the glass to your lips before placing it down in a holder.
“please, please, please, please, pleaaassseee.” you gripped his henley shirt and pouted, he put the papers down and raised an eyebrow. “babygirl. you’re so desperate.” you pouted and let out a huff. “you want daddy so bad, then you can sit on daddy’s cock while he does his work, then i’ll decide if you’ve been good enough to be rewarded.”
you blinked at him, knowing he would tease you until you couldn’t take anymore. you got off his lap, pulling down his pants and his thick cock, sprung out, causing you to bite down on your lip, you wanted to do more then just sit and ride him, you wanted to taste, to hold, to be completely destroyed by him but you wanted to be good enough so that he would devour￼ you soon.
“come on little diamond, on daddy’s cock.” you nodded, realizing he caught you staring for a while. you pulled your dress up and your panties to the side, sliding down on his cock, gripping his shoulders trying to pace yourself as you swallowed his cock in your pussy. your stomach feeling him once you had him all the way in you.
sam watched you, and once you were done, he went back to his papers, you wanted to move so badly, to just feel him wreck you but knew you needed to be good, but seeing him not pay any attention to you as you were practically a mess on him was so frustrating.
he went through some of his papers not even looking at you, making you grip his shirt roughly. “please daddy, i need more...” you looked at him, tears forming in your eyes while he ignored your request. you lowered your head, sniffling as the tears flew down your face as you felt the friction you felt from your clit
you could feel his cock tightening and twitching inside of you which only made you want him even more. as you silently cried you looked up at sam, your mascara barely coming off, even though you knew he loved how you looked when you were crying, you bit your lip to stop from crying as much and thats when you saw him put down his papers and look at you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his face into your neck, instantly thrusting into you.
He let his hands roam your body as you wrapped yours around his neck, begging for mercy, you were already so close it was hard to even form words, the only thing that came out of your mouth were moans and silence from sometimes not even being able to mame noises. your head went back and he looked up at you. “you want daddys cum diamond, look how desperate you were, just wanted attention.”
forming words weren’t even an option at this point for you. you nodded and let your hand wrap around the back of his neck while the other laid on his shoulder, the pressure of his cock being too much for you to handle, you were already coming, the sticky feeling building up more as the two of you connected with each other and soon later you felt him inside of you, his hot cum, filling you up.
when he finished you sat in the table in front of him, closing your legs, he tapped your thigh, then spread your legs again, watching the mixed fluids leak out of your pussy, he rubbed your clit as you looked at him, the view was definitely one you wouldn’t ever want to get rid of.
his thick fingers, toying with your clit as the cum slowly came out of you before he used two of them to shove it back inside of you. “look at the pretty pussy all covered in cum, i bet that little boyfriend of yours has never done that to you diamond.” he wasn’t wrong.
a soft moan coming from your lips, and he fingered you, making sure his cum was still inside. “i wonder what he would think if he saw you now, my cum coming out of you and getting pushed right back in, if you got filled up and he saw you will a little wilson in that tummy, thinking it was his, he can’t treat you this good.” you were so turned on by his cum being pushed back into you, his jealousy coming out, you wondered how dumbfounded your boyfriend would look if that happened.
sam placed a soft kiss to your clit and then to your lips. “good girl...when we land, we can go shopping and whatever you want, just say the word.” being a sugar baby was probably the best choice you ever made
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//just woke up from a nightmare and realized that
Sam Wilson does his counseling job so well that he would absolutely have nightmares by proxy
also because the man’s one hell of an empath
Sam Wilson wakes up in the middle of the night
drenched in cold sweat
can’t go back to sleep
goes on 3am jogs*
which those then happen so much -esp after losing riley- that he has turned a negative into a positive because that’s what he does and makes it part of his morning training routine
*3am is when there are less people out so he can refocus but it’s also when it’s... safer (ooh you didn’t think this was gonna be about race? buckle up)
This is the man who’s now [tfatws] also shouldering ALL of the US’s (systematic, political, social, justice, accountability, etc) inequities and problems on his own shoulders by taking up the Captain America shield and mantle (read: by that I mean he’s chosen to be a representative and the voice of and for the people of the US, not that he can or will tackle every issue by himself)
Steve Rogers may be the super soldier who can physically fight all day
Sam Wilson is the regular and relatable human with a heart of gold who will fight for the marginalized communities and the little guys all day, whether or not they accept him because it’s the moral thing to do and because he knows what it’s like
Steve Rogers defies his own physical boundaries by and to always doing the right thing
Sam Wilson defies and will break the unjust external boundaries and shackles so that others can do the right thing as well
if you haven’t realized that Sam Wilson is *exactly* who we need as Cap in the 21st century please pay more attention
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the first time sam called bucky 'baby' it was honestly a slip of the tongue, his words a bit slurred from the lack of sleep. they'd just returned from a mission and were going their separate ways when he mumbled it as they said good night.
sam thought little of it—his primary focus the bed waiting for him in his room—until he noticed the unarmed expression painted on bucky's face, the intensity of his stare making his heart stutter.
without a word, bucky dropped his things in the middle of the floor and rushed off, slamming a door somewhere in the house and disappearing until the next day.
that morning sam would try it again, dropping a casual, "baby, can you hand me the sugar?" at breakfast. the resulting cough and color blooming in bucky's cheeks was all the confirmation he needed.
from that moment on, 'bucky' became sam's 'bucky baby.'
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- I just know he was popular in school! Like who would not want to be his friend?
- He is the kind of person you see help an elderly person cross the road.
I love you so much!
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may the force be with you.
and you. (also on ao3)
None of them knew how they had ended up in that situation. Between one game of Sabacc and a shot of Merenzane Gold - courtesy of the Galactic Baron himself -, the three of them took the enthusiastic chat directly to Wilson’s ship - the red Falcon - and, while they were sitting in the cockpit, the pilot looked confused. Why in the name of the stars was he, a respectable Republic pilot, giving a ride to a convicted space gangster and his pet psychopath?
Oh, right, because said gangster and pet were his best friends. And he had decided to visit them after a very angry holocall from his old flying partner.
Bucky Barnes came first into his life as an acquaintance. Since he was Steve Rogers’ childhood friend - both of them grew in the streets of Coruscant -, the two of them got along pretty quickly and it didn’t take much from Sam to empathize with the older man’s sad backstory. When Steve was gone, Sam and Bucky had a hard time dealing with grief and rebuilding their friendship seemed like a plan for the future. However, the Rebellion needed them to regroup and go back to their missions together as soon as possible - there wasn’t much time to deal with their personal feelings about the passing of their best friend. One mission later, they were already back on tracks, more close than ever.
Zemo joining them was… a little bit weirder. Baron Helmut Zemo was famous for his money and contacts - he wasn’t an ally or an enemy, but someone willing to help as long as he got what he wanted in the end. They could use someone with money and somewhere safe to land and take care of the Falcon. In some desperate time, they asked for his help and Helmut obliged - but not without a price. He wanted to seek revenge against the Empire for that fall of his home planet, Alderaan. They wanted to destroy the Empire. It seemed like a logic alliance to be made at the time.
Sure, things got weird when Bucky and Zemo started developing feelings for each other and Barnes left the rebellion to join Zemo, but who was Sam to judge? He wanted to see his friend happy and if it was with some widowed space gangster, so be it. Of course he would keep an eye on the baron just to make sure that he wasn’t hurting Bucky but… they were somewhat solid with each other. He tried to keep contact as much as he could but it wasn’t easy since he never knew where Zemo’s ship would be next, but they tried their best.
“O32-N1K got us more drinks…”, Zemo’s voice appeared behind them, while the old-fashioned Droid followed him, holding a tray with three cups filled with the golden liquor.
“I shouldn’t be drinking that much, I am the designated driver, after all…”, started Sam, receiving glares from Zemo and Bucky at the same time. Shit, they really were one at this point.
“What is the rush, my dear Wilson? Let’s enjoy the night, rest and leave in the morning”, said Zemo, with a small chuckle. He didn’t wanted Sam to leave so early. He knew that Bucky missed his best friend and it was good for his husband to chill a bit. Even though they were together for a few years already, he knew that Bucky missed the battlefield action. Barnes was a soldier, he was a royalty. Nothing would change that - not even war, his extinct planet or their marriage.
“Also, you promised me that you would try to talk to Karli about the Republic Army. They won’t forgive me if I let you leave without talking to them about it”, said Bucky. It still felt weird talking about the teenager with so much care - in the past, the gingerhead gave them trouble, now, they were his adoptive kid (another courtesy from Zemo who had only two passions in his life: his growing new family and his shady business across the galaxy).
The pilot heavily sighed. Yes. He had promised Morgenthau that he would talk to them about their future. The kid wanted to be a pilot since they were a child and he clearly didn’t help taking them to fly with him every time he visited Bucky and Zemo. “Fine, I’ll stay for the night. But only for Karli. And if I hear both of you being weird and moaning, I’ll leave and take the kid and the droid with me”, said Sam, getting laughs from both of his friends.
“We promise we will be quiet, sladkiy”, murmured the Alderaanian, with a soft smile.
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Sam Wilson + Spring babeeeyy!!! Congrats on the new milestone ♥️♥️
sam wilson x reader (fluff)
a/n: spring season for my soft, sweet, sexy sammy boy? you got it! thanks for the request!
sam's parents ingrained it in him from a young age: spring means spring cleaning
digging up the things he doesn’t need anymore and taking them to the curb
starting something new
despite your protests, sam does most of the heavy lifting, insisting that he wants to feel the finally-warm air on his skin and in his lungs, so you return the favor by cleaning and reorganizing the newly opened space
in the shuffle, you find an old shoebox full of papers
all sam’s, you realize, when you flip through them
polaroids from when you visited his family in new orleans a few novembers ago, smiling faces everywhere as everyone passed around homemade food
birthday cards sent from his nephews, some featuring pictures of the falcon drawn with marker on lined paper
concert programs, movie tickets, thank you letters from people in his support group
and your own handwritten sticky notes that you leave him on the kitchen counter before going to work, or in his bag after prepping his lunches
have an amazing day, i love you !!
good luck sammy, knock 'em dead :)
so many of them, maybe every one you've ever written
you find sam precariously stacking old furniture next to the driveway when you pull him inside, into the blissfully sweet air conditioning
sam laughs when you hand him a big glass of sweet tea but then kiss him silly before he can even drink it
you’ll buy him a scrapbook, you tell him
so there’s not a chance those memories could be thrown away.
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part of my 900 follower celebration :)
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Does Bucky Barnes know how to drive?
Honestly, i'm pretty sure Bucky can drive but for this headcanon i imagine that he can't and Sam wants to teach him.
It starts when they plan a roadtrip from NYC to Sams family in Lousiana.
They look for a good route and a car to rent when Sam asks Bucky if he wants to drive the first part of the route or if Sam should start.
Buckys face falls just for a second before he tensely mumbles that he cant drive. Sure, he can ride a motorcycle with ease, but he never learnd how to drive a car, cause he simply never needed to.
Sam is shocked and decides to teach Bucky. There are enough empty streets where they can practice and still somehow get to Louisiana.
Bucky is not really thrilled about Sams idea, but agrees to it because Sam is begging him like a little child.
They plan a good route to drive, get their stuff together and the roadtrip can begin.
Sam knows Bucky, the super soldier with the staring problem and the big heart deep down. At this point he would even call Bucky more than just a co-worker.
Sam expects Bucky to drive like he fights. Completely focused and smooth like a cat.
Oh, how wrong he was with that guess.
The moment bucky sits behind the steering wheel, the engine of the car roaring soothingly in the background, his expression fills with panic.
Sam has never seen Bucky so frightened since the moment they first met and he wants to laugh about it, but he cant.
Bucky tries to fight the panic, doesnt want to show this weak emotions, but he cant.
His face gives his real feelings away and Sam feels sorry for him.
Sam doesnt think about laughing for another second. Instead he explains everything Bucky needs to know about driving, pointing to the padels and the gearstick while talking.
Bucky listens concentrated and Sam can see that a little bit of the tension leaves the super soldiers body, which makes him breath a sigh of relief.
When they start a first attempt of driving Bucky stalls the engine and Sam can see the disappointment in the winter soldiers face, the anger with himself.
Sam tries to cheer bucky up as good as he could and the second time he tries the car starts to run.
Bucky doesnt even hide his big smile when the car rolls the first few meters across the street and Sam cant hide his own joy about it.
Soon after this little 'win' the engine starts to roar unhealthily and Sam doesnt need to look to know what the problem is.
He grabs one of buckys hands that are clutched to the steering wheel and gets a panicked look from him.
Sam leads Buckys hand to the gear stick and lets the super soldier grab it.
With buckys warm hand beneath his Sam shifts from first to second gear and the engine starts to quiet.
Bucky smiles cautiously and soon after they shift from second to third gear.
Sam lets his hand rest on Buckys a little longer than necessary before he pulls it back and grins to himself.
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just thinking about bucky getting all dressed up in his most suave suit—a fitted pale blue set with a sapphire tie sam bought him shortly after he moved to delacroix because he said it matched perfectly with his eyes. his hair is slicked back, his face clean-shaven, and his hands, full with a bouquet of white flowers, are barely steady as he musters up the courage to knock on sam's door.
when sam answers, bucky gets confirmation that all of the choices he made were the right ones, the smirk on sam's lips and attentiveness of his gaze exactly what he was hoping for.
"when i said 'it's a date' this wasn't what i had in mind," sam says, leaning against the frame of his door, "but damn, you look good."
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