#sambucky canon

[justsomecouscous]

*points to a pair of random fictional gay men that I'm currently obsessed with for no reason and will be for the next month* These are my babies and I love them

*pushes the ones that I'm not currently obsessed with back into my basement* Hush children you can come back out when (if) your hyperfixation returns

#God allowed me on Tumblr and that was a mistake #The fact that almost all these 'gay men' that I'm obsessed with aren't canonically together or one is dead says alot about me ngl #Idk how to tag send help #cherik #geraskier #sambucky #aralas #ineffable husbands #bagginshield #lokius #911 buddie #solangelo #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #steddie #reddie #byler #stan x bill #klance #jedtavius #sam x frodo #methur

[evilwinterfruit]

Have some FATWS text posts inspired by Texts From Last Night

#these are canon #well #most of them are #bucky barnes #zemo #bucky #helmut zemo #winterbaron #steve rogers #Sam Wilson #sambucky #Sharon Carter #FATWS #falcon and the winter soldier #mine

[the-bobest-bob]

Okay who's gonna be my homoerotic best friend who's also j as sexy and hot as me and we go on adventures together and everyone ships us but it will never be canon cause we're both in a straight relationship with partners that we have little to no chemistry with that diminishes both partners character potential to just a sad hetero relationship to stop the gays

#what if i j tag literally every gay ship like this i can think of #drarry #kara x lena #jason todd x roy harper #wolfstar #kind of #sambucky #tony stark x stephen strange #timkon #im trying so hard to think of more wlw but all my favs r canon #klance #zukka #tho suki and sokka were cute but like mei and zuko had no chemistry for me #destiel

[thatmexisaurusrex]

First to Fall

This fic is based on a SamBucky ask game answer I gave. I expanded the answer, and now here's the fic 😆 Enjoy! 🥰

First to Fall

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1K |

Summary: Bucky meets a handsome dreamboat named Sam under some strange circumstances. He thinks it went well, though.

Excerpt:

Why was Bucky holding a steering wheel? This really wasn't the best way to introduce himself to a fella, especially a hunk of heartbreak like this one. Bucky, amongst the chaos and screaming, did his best to put the steering wheel back on. It. Did not pop back into the car like a Lego. Wait. What was a Lego? Why did Bucky know that word? Bucky wasn't going to think about that. Bucky was also not going to think about the fact that he had dropped the steering wheel and that the steering wheel was somewhere on the ground in that car that was still driving somewhere. "Sorry about that," said Bucky to the gorgeous fella, wondering why he sounded muffled for some reason, "Are you rationed?" "Push him! Push him out!" yelled - oh, there was a redhead in the back, "While he's distracted!"

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#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #canon divergence #meet cute #crack treated seriously #love at first sight #dorks in love #my fics #First to Fall

[plantswithme]

everyone seems to be speculating about thunderbolts and the sambucky divorce era and starting fics and im here like… wdym… sambucky are in louisiana with their cats and their renovated little house and they’re hosting sunday dinners and bucky plays chess with aj and sam teases cass about his crush and sarah’s business is doing well and sam and joaquin are working great together and sometimes bucky tags along on missions but when he doesn’t he spends time with sarah and the kids and he’s learning to cook and everything is nice and happy :)

#canon is probs gonna be messed up so i want the fics i read to be free of heavy angst bc im sensitive 😂 #as of right now i’m not touching divorce fics i’m sorry i’m kinda sad enough as it is 😅 #sambucky

[samcky]

Untold story of Sam and Bucky (38-?)

#i just took those words straight out of canon #nothing incorrect about this quote #mine #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sbic

[sumbacky]

before cap 4/thunderbolts …

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #caatws #captain america and the winter soldier #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #my art #y’all will not catch me drawing angst much but canon calls for it this time so 🫠

[sassysambucky]

Sam never makes excuses for Bucky. Ever. I feel like that’s part of why Bucky not just loves but really respects him. Sam has seen him up, down, hanging off a truck, and he’s never going to be like, “Aw, I’ll fix it for you, let me take on all of your problems.”

No, Sam is grown, Bucky is grown, and he treats him like a person who can say sorry for acting like an a-hole, laugh at jokes, debate about nerd bull, and they can argue work through things together if need be but he gives Bucky the space to have agency.

He’s just Bucky, not some pet project or shell to fix, just Bucky.

#sambucky #sambucky headcanons #except this is highkey canon #i mean he is also a public menace and disrespectful and has a smart mouth and will use lethal force… but he’s just bucky… his boyfriend

[nanaonmars]

ttyl i’m gonna break into my favorite fandoms’ writers rooms and make my fav ships canon

#superbat #merthur #symbrock #klance #morgwen #sambucky #harlivy #yeah ik they’re canon idc #byler

[ir0npvrker]

peter: i need advice

bucky: with what?

peter: with love. how did you know you were in love with sam?

bucky:

bucky: i’m in love with sam?

#source: tumblr #i don’t care about canon bucky is peter’s emo uncle #sambucky #peter parker #spiderman #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sam wilson #captain america #avengers #marvel #mcu #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect quotes

[micamicster]

Trouble Man

this is. okay. this is. marvel fic. (throw your tomatoes now okay get it over with i understand i'll wait) but since we are in 2013 mentally. I thought i might as well? Bucky scene to follow!

[This is "canon compliant" if you imagine that the author has not seen any marvel movies post black panther (the first) and has seen maybe four episodes (not consecutive) of the sam bucky tv show. because she hasn't. enjoy!]

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Sam lowers himself stiffly onto the steps of the porch, then keeps going, tipping his head back until it hits the top step. The stretch brings a good ache with it, a familiar one, that briefly overshadows the crueler hurts still lingering under the suit. He sighs.

He can feel Bucky more than see him, standing just outside of the ring of light cast by the porch lamp. He’s doing that thing that other people call looming, but Sam has come to see as more of an anxious hovering. Something Bucky does when he’s got something to say and isn’t sure how to say it, or thinks he should be doing something but he’s not quite sure what it is. It shows up a lot when Sam is fucked over and dead on his feet, so he associates it with the worst of Bucky’s mother-hen impulses. What a life he leads.

“Steve—“ starts Bucky, and thankfully stops there. Even the name hurts to hear. He doesn’t want to talk about Steve right now.

For a minute there’s just the darkness, the faint breeze stirring the wind chimes and the leaves, the distant rumble of a semi on the main road… all familiar and comforting and in their places. And then there’s Bucky.

“I make it harder,” says Bucky. “For you.”

Sam swallows. He’s grateful for the arm he threw over his face, for the way it obscures his facial expression. Bucky’s always looking. He looks too hard, like he’s trying to crack Sam open and see all the pieces. Figure him out.

“It was always going to be harder for me. It’s not because of you, man. This was always going to be…” he’s so tired. “Hard.”

“But I don’t make it easier.”

“Yeah, you’re a real pill, I won’t lie to you.”

Bucky snorts faintly, but he doesn’t loosen up and sit down next to Sam, toss the insult back, cut the hovering. There are faint clicks and shuffling as his arm recalibrates, the closest thing he has to a nervous tic. What has Sam’s life become, that the faint whirr of an assassin shifting his metal arm is familiar enough that he can pick it out of the sounds of home with his eyes closed?

He lets himself consider, for a moment, what it would be like if Steve was here. By his side again but with their places swapped, Captain America’s right hand man. Steve, with his wry sense of humor and his aw-shucks grin and his noble, idealistic heart. His roman nose that Bucky had broken with a fastball in 1937. His blond hair and his blue eyes and his experimental ubermensch shoulders and…

He tries to shrug, but it’s more of a wince. Everything is one big fucking bruise. “If it wasn’t you, it’d be something else. There’s always something else.”

Bucky is silent.

As the silence draws out Sam feels a flicker of fear. By the next breath it’s panic—that Bucky’s slipped away already, vanished into the dark like the ghost he is. That he walks away from all of this and leaves Sam twisting in the wind.

He sits up too fast, muscles screaming in protest, and Bucky’s right there where he always is. Looking at him.

“Don’t,” Sam starts. Don’t what? Don’t leave him alone?

He has dreams, sometimes, where he’s still chasing Bucky. Where he never stopped. Searching for him through cities and train stations and his own old high school gymnasium with the strange driving logic of dreams, knowing only that he’s lost something. Dreams where he’s running through a crowd, grabbing people to look in their faces—it’s never the right face.

He doesn’t want to do this shit alone. He’s a social motherfucker, he’s not cut out for the lone hero shtick.

He tries saying that, and Bucky only frowns harder. At least it’s his “I don’t understand the way you speak,” frown, which is a personal favorite.

 “You have people. You have… options.” Options who aren’t infamous soviet assassins with weekly thinkpieces published on the topic of his guilt or innocence or sanity, Sam assumes he means.

“Options? Name three.” So maybe he’s being stubborn about stupid crap, but he’s fucking tired, okay? It’s been a long day, full of gooey aliens and collapsing buildings and combative press conferences, and now he has to deal with… whatever this has turned into.

“Torres. Natalia. Sh—“

“I thought you were my partner. I thought you were my… guy.” He glares at what he can see of Bucky. His frowning face is still half-hidden in shadow, because he’s an idiot who operates on vampire rules. An invitation, then, Sam can do that. “That means you’re here until I tell you to get lost, okay? Let’s make it real fucking easy. When I say you’re here, you’re here.”

“I’m here,” Bucky parrots. There’s something soft in his eyes as he moves to give Sam a hand up. Maybe it’s just the flickering yellow porch light, maybe not.

~

#This is an odd one because it is paired with a Bucky pov of the same story #but they're both very different in tone? #Which tbh makes me kinda want to finish them as like #a writing exercise #but the horror of delving into the marvel canon again is the main force against these fics #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #i like can NOT decide about tagging these bt i figure i might as well #ok im posting then immediately logging off. shout out to ten years of SAM <3 #trouble man #marvel

[c7phers]

image description : image of a tweet by @/buckycap. tweet states "bucky always let's cass and aj beat him during play time. he lays down on the ground, groans and goes "auuugh you got me. you got the winter soldier. im done". within a minute he will see sam sprinting in full speed on his way to elbow slam him"

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #winterfalcon #this is canon idc !!!!! #sam would 100% do this like. Yes

[staying-elive]

Sorry y'all for all the SamSteve spam. Went a little over board. 😅

But not that sorry.

🥰🥰🥰🥰

#samsteve #the best thing about samsteve and sambucky is that they can co exist in my mind #they can both be canon to me #on the same timeline #😆😆😆

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For the Sambucky romance ask: 💕

SamBucky Romance Asks

Ooh, "💕 Who Fell First"! Great option, Leslie 😆 It was so good, I accidentally 😂 wrote enough to post on AO3, so it's on there too 😂 I hope you enjoy this little fic! 🥰

Link to AO3 version!

Plum Jam

Sam hadn't meant to bump into the man when he was at the grocery store.

Honestly, Sam's entire day had been a bit of a mess.

Sam had talked to Steve about Riley earlier that day. And it wasn't that Sam didn't like thinking about Riley. Sam loved to remember the ridiculous dad jokes Riley loved to tell; he loved how Riley would find a way to tangle himself in Sam's personal space whenever he had the opportunity; Sam loved how Riley's arm always rested on his chest when they slept like a comforting weight.

But thinking back to that moment.

Back to the fall.

Sam always forgot how much pain that dredged up in him. How it could feel as if that guilt and heartbreak were fresh again, like a reopened wound.

Sam had asked to go home early when he realized how unfocused he was at the VA after that. He had gone home and realized he had no food, and without really thinking about how he could have just ordered in, decided to go to the grocery store.

And now, Sam was bumping into random strangers.

"Sorry," said Sam, frazzled as he noticed and picked up the plum jam on the ground that had thankfully not broken during the fall, "I'm all over the place. Here."

Sam extended the plum jam to the man.

The man wore mostly leather, with a baseball cap on greasy, long hair that needed a brush and a mask Sam assumed had to be heavy duty - maybe the man had a cold?

The man didn't look down at the jam.

No.

He stared at Sam with piercing blue eyes that pinned Sam where he stood. He stared at Sam as if Sam were the first person he had seen after a long coma. He started at Sam as if Sam had just moved mountains, had just performed a miracle.

He stared at Sam like Sam was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.

Sam's face heated at that thought, because, no, not everyone Sam bumped into at the grocery store thought Sam was hot. Sam wasn't going to feed into that idea.

"I'll... put it back on the shelf," said Sam, about to place the jam back before the man's hand instantly reached for the jam.

His hand wrapped around both Sam's fingers and the jam.

"Bucky!" blurted the man, still holding the jar of jam with Sam.

It felt like they were holding hands.

Sam couldn't find it in himself to let go.

"My name is Bucky," said the man as if he was only certain of that fact at this very moment.

Sam couldn't help but answer back, "I'm Sam."

Bucky didn't look down at the jam. He kept looking into Sam's eyes. Sam couldn't keep holding onto the jam with this man, could he?

"You like plums?" asked Sam, which sounded awkward when he was saying it.

"Do I - " Bucky started before turning his gaze to the jar, "... I guess I do."

Weird way to answer that.

"My Ma, when she was very young, used to go to this one stand in Constanța that had these fresh plums," continued Bucky, his voice soft, "She would look everywhere for plums that reminded her of home. When she found some we could afford, she would scrounge up whatever supplies we had at home and try to make găluște cu prune - plum dumplings. She could never make them as well as her bunica, but I always loved them."

Sam couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. This man reminded of home and family by something so small.

"We had this pecan tree in the back of our house - we still do, my sister owns our family home now," Sam explained, "And my mama would have us help her pick pecans and make pralines. It was usually during a Saturday afternoon and our entire house would smell like pralines for days. She talked about how her own mama had taught her, and her mama's daddy had taught her. And when I miss her, sometimes I'll buy a thing of pecans and try to make pralines."

"You're beautiful," Bucky said, stumbling before correcting himself, "That's beautiful. That's."

Sam really needed to stop basically holding hands with this man.

Bucky was wearing these gloves, these fingerless gloves. Sam wasn't sure if he had ever seen fingerless leather gloves before, but here they were, on this man.

There was a distinct contrast between the gloves and Bucky's fingers.

The gloves were smooth; a soft, thick black leather that felt almost comforting.

Bucky's fingers were calloused to hell and back. They rubbed on Sam like a strangely addictive sandpaper. They radiated heat; they were almost scorching to the touch without the leather. But it was a nice heat; the type you nestled in after a long, tiring day at work.

Sam wanted to crawl into that heat and close his eyes.

Fuck.

Why was Sam still holding onto this jar?

"I'm not even sure why I'm in this aisle," Sam confessed, "I meant to just get myself a roast chicken."

Which sounded sad. It was a little sad. But hey, a man can live alone and eat pre-cooked chicken if he wanted to.

"They roast the chicken for you?" asked Bucky, as if he had never been to a grocery store in his life.

"Yeah. They do," said Sam, still holding the jam with Bucky, "I usually shred it up, put it on some rice with some veggies I cook with the rice. Shishito peppers and onions and garlic. Pretty simple easy meal."

"Sounds delicious," said Bucky, still gazing into Sam's eyes as if they were the only things for miles.

"It can be," said Sam as he finally, finally, let go of the jam, "I should probably get that chicken for it. Hope you like the plum jam."

"Yeah," said Bucky as he straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Yeah. Thank you for the jam."

Sam walked away from Bucky. He could still feel Bucky's gaze on him as he left the aisle.

#sambucky ask game #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #first to fall #meet cute #tooth rotting fluff #canon divergent catws #past sam wilson/riley #my fics #Plum Jam

[glittercake]

E | 5.6k | nwa | tags: post fatws; pwp; 5+1; mission fic; co-workers to lovers; sharing a hotel room; pining; | Summary:

They leave the Lesotho border, head east until they hit the coast where the heat’s steady and humidity clings to them like skin. It's then that Bucky really finds out what a problem Cap’s sleeping habits are.

Because, instead of the very sensible, very weather-appropriate sweats Sam’s been wearing, he starts sleeping in his goddamn boxers. Which is also fine, it’s cool, normal even, everyone, including Bucky, does that.

But not everyone, and especially not Bucky, has an ass that just won’t quit.

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Written for the @marveltrumpshate​ 2022 winners:

@bulkyphrase @elektraking @elwenyere @spagbol99 @jules-of-the-crown @sumbacky and @yavannie  

Thank you all for bidding on my offer. Hope you enjoy it.

#sambucky #mth 2022 #pwp #post-canon #samantha writes

[firstelevens]

for Spotify wrapped prompts: Bake-Off AU (duh!!!) + 🎵#19, maybe??

19. Dearly Departed - Shakey Graves ft. Esmé Patterson

In spite of the fact that she's the one calling him, Daisy looks absolutely baffled when Sam answers her video call.

"Why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"Did I hallucinate the texts I sent you a minute ago? Didn't I just explain this to you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious," Daisy says, frowning at her phone. "Shouldn't you be at home with Bucky? Don't you guys literally count down the seconds until you get to be in the same city again?"

"That was one time, Daisy, and it was a very specific-" Sam trails off at the look that she gives him. "We had a fight."

"You're always fighting."

"I don't mean we had a silly argument over something; I mean we had a fight."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Was it serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

For a long time, Daisy is quiet, looking in the direction of what Sam can only assume is Daniel, doing something in the kitchen that carries the sound of clinking plates and cutlery across the room to where Daisy sits.

"I don't mean to be pushy," she finally says, "or to repeat myself, but Sam...why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"We literally just-"

"No, I'm asking why you're sitting in a truck in the dark instead of going home to talk to Bucky."

Sam sighs. "I'm pulled up in front of the house."

"Sam."

"I've been here for a while; I just can't make myself go in. I keep thinking, what if we had all these almosts and then we spent a year scrambling for time together and this is how it ends because that wasn't enough? Daisy, what if this is it?"

"Don't let it be," says Daisy. "And don't tell me you don't have that power, because I know you do."

"But how do-"

"I don't know how, but I know it's not happening in the truck. Go inside, Sam," she says, and hangs up before he can argue.

Daisy isn't above texting Bucky to inform him that Sam is sitting in his own driveway in the dark like a creep, so it's pure concern for his own dignity that sends Sam towards the front door.

Bucky's back is to him when he comes in, but Sam doesn't think for a second that Bucky doesn't know he's there: his whole body goes still, like he's braced for catastrophe and doesn't want to set anything off by flinching at the wrong moment.

Sam gently presses the door shut and tosses his keys in the dish by the door, toeing off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen. Bucky still hasn't turned around.

Now that he's closer, Sam can see that he's pressing focaccia into a pan, the sleeve of his borrowed sweatshirt sliding down his arm and getting perilously close to dipping into the herb-flecked dough. Wordlessly, Sam reaches over and pushes up Bucky's right sleeve, folding the cuff over a couple times so it stays up and out of his way.

Bucky relaxes into Sam's touch, canting a little bit in his direction without even lifting his eyes from the pan.

On a hunch, Sam takes a risk and rests his chin on Bucky's shoulder, peering down at the two square pans of dough in front of them. "If these are apology focaccias," he says, "you have to let me go first, because there's no way I can follow freshly baked bread."

For a moment, Bucky is still stiff as a board, but when he finally lets himself lean into Sam's warmth, Sam feels something slot back into place in the center of his chest.

"It's not apology focaccia," Bucky says quietly.

"Oh," says Sam, trying to take it into stride. He'd just been so certain that--

"The bread is for dinner," Bucky continues. "But there's an apology pie in the fridge right now that's definitely gonna be a tough act to follow, so I'll let you go first anyway."

Put a number 1-100 in my inbox along with a ship/character (or an AU) and I will write you a microfic.

#shut up it was SUPPOSED to be a microfic and then these fools ran away with it what was I gonna do #sambucky #sesamestreep #birdhapley #the gbbo au #zainab does ask meme things #spotify wrapped fics #anyway this disagreement is how Sam and Bucky decide that Bucky should move to Delacroix so that's a canon tidbit for interested parties #my fic