Tumgik
#sambucky my beloved
hestia-tunnnblr · 2 years
Text
It’s sooooo much better now looking for *sambucky* content in the sambucky *tag*. Like people that only like the ship because that was the moment or people that don’t even like the ship and was always posting anti sh*t.
Now there’s actually SamBucky content 😭💕!!
And even better, st*ckys got bored.
74 notes · View notes
whinysteve · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
love language: physical touch
part 1/?
510 notes · View notes
angcandel · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
sambucky soft vibes
490 notes · View notes
samcky · 2 years
Text
The first time Sam Wilson walked the streets of Brooklyn with Steve Rogers, Steve kept pointing at the alleys and saying to Sam that he “taught this jerk a lesson in this alley” and “kicked the bastard's ass behind that dumpster that was heckling woman” Sam smiled in awe at Captain America and walked with his head held up high.
The first time Sam Wilson walked the streets of Brooklyn with Bucky Barnes, Bucky kept pointing at the alleys and saying to Sam that he “dragged that little shit away from a guy twice his size in this alley” and “found that reckless punk getting his ass beat behind that building” Sam smiled fondly and held onto his hand tighter.
500 notes · View notes
livingincolorsagain · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
this sam with this bucky!
(endless thanks to @bisamwilson, they sent me all these pics and now i can’t stop thinking about dog dads sambucky)
104 notes · View notes
Text
Rip to the person who will enter the Stucky/cap quartet tag with no knowledge of the original material and will find this beautiful and gigantic amount of fanfics and fanarts of two gays in love and their tired yet supportive besties.
This poor person will think that the actual material is like this, and will happily go into Marvel movies just to discover that:
- the happy and gay pookies of the fics and fanarts are actually 50% angst and 50% queer baiting
- their redhead bestie is traumatized and currently dead because of a rock
- their male bestie is actually the only one who’s good in both canon and fanon characterization BUT is severely and unfairly underrated (ilysm Sam Wilson)
- the found family is literally the blond guy being friends with everyone and the rest barely interacting with each other to some extent
- there’s at least 4 other characters getting in the way of the pookies, and their fanon characterizations are far better than their canon ones (I’m looking at you, Tony Stark and Peggy Carter)
I don’t know anyone who lived this traumatic experience, but lord help anyone who might enter the fanon heaven just to find the train wreck that is the MCU.
22 notes · View notes
livstarlight · 1 year
Text
I don't know but the idea of Shuri and Bucky having that kind of bond where they wouldn't hesitate to drop everything to help and be there for the other is so precious to me.
Bucky being the type to ask how she has been doing, if she has been eating, sleeping, what has she been working on lately. Almost thinking of himself as a self appointed protector/big brother surrogate (even if Shuri doesn’t need protection and could most likely crash him in a blink if she wanted to now)
And Shuri loving the normalcy of spending time with him like one would with the fun uncle who comes to visit from time to time (even if above mentioned old uncle used to be a supersoldier killing machine she helped getting out of brainwashing and built a vibranium arm for) teasing him and trying to convince him to give up on his utter refusal to adapt to the modern world and use anything remotely newer than the 90s.
Add to the mix Namor being jealous of how close and familiar with each other they seem to be. Just livid because he can't wrap his mind around the fact of someone else. A foreigner, a white man. Being able to make Shuri smile and feel understood aside from him.
He has no idea they see themselves as just friends, borderline family on occasions. The annoying-affectionate type.
And also that what Shuri enjoys more than anything, is roasting the asbolutely living headlights out of Bucky, and him letting her get away with it, ("You do know that if you want something to happen between you two, you actually have to do more than stare until he gets the message and asks you out... these aren't the 40s anymore. People actually don't wait around for the other to start noticing they like them... and it’s not like you are getting any younger." "I just asked you to take a look at my arm, Shuri.") for his not so subtle growing crush for his flying partner.
-
-
-
-
-
("By the way, who's shirtless guy with wings on his feet?"
"New ally. Temporary one hopefully."
"He has been glaring at me since the moment I stepped foot in here. Thought was gonna jump me when you said you wanted to show me something in your lab."
"He's more of a nuisance than anything, really. But we need him. Just ignore him, like I do."
"Right... does the nuinsance know that you want to be more than temporary allies?"
"What?"
"Don't you know that you should talk to people, instead of staring at them at council meetings..."
"I do not-"
"... and asking friends to come your lab in front of everyone as an excuse to just spite them?"
"Shut up, Bucky."
297 notes · View notes
raceispunk · 6 months
Text
As a Bucky stan, I accept Sambucky as long as there's expansion on Bucky's feelings for Steve. There will be no Steve erasure in this household /j
If this angers you keep reading:
Edit: ok guys apparently this was wasn't understood well so here's the essay that I was avoiding with this short but apparently unclear post:
First, I'm sorry that I didn't indicate the tone well enough. As I'm sure you know this is a website of many neurodivergents. I am one of them, and I also don't English very well, and so I probably could have formatted this better, and made extra sure it didn't come off as negative, that's totally on me. What I would like to say here is (caps for emphasis not emotion): I LIKE BOTH THESE SHIPS. SEPARATELY AND TOGETHER. I AM NOT ANTI SAMBUCKY.
What I was hoping to indicate with the original post was that I think Steve's impact on Bucky (and Sam for that matter) is really important to his character and I prefer moving into new ships when my favorite character actually works through they're issues and not just whatever moral penance he apparently did I'm tfatws that made him all better (that is a whole nother argument so please don't freak out about my supposed hatred of the show. I don't hate it. Chill.). ADDITIONALLY I do not think that Sambucky existing is Steve erasure!!! That second line was actually meant to be humorous, but I can see where that didn't come out. I will add a smiley face so you guys don't think I'm an axe murderer. In reference to that one user *cough* I don't really expect an award for saying I enjoy a ship lol. I was just saying. I enjoy. The ship.
Also it's not super cool to send mildly passive aggressive messages to me in multiple places about wanting me to untag my post (the important time to tell someone how to tag their posts is for tws). Unfortunately you're not the only person in the fandom and I will actually tag however I want.
That said, if you hate me and my terrible post, blocking is just a click away and while it's possible you don't have fingers you clearly have some kind of mechanism for operating this website. :D
Block me. I'm saying if you don't want to see me block me.
😁
33 notes · View notes
menace-behaviour · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
179 notes · View notes
wilsonsb4be · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Kill your darlings, even when it breaks your heart.
For @sambuckyhalloweenbingo2022 - Here, there be monsters.  
114 notes · View notes
saryasy · 2 years
Text
and i play it on repeat (until i fall asleep)
T - 4.6K
Summary:
“And for my last question, what’s next for you? Cap, you want to go first?”
Sam’s answer to this question has stayed the same throughout the day. He’s going to keep doing what he does best, fighting the good fight, protecting the people, and giving help to those who need it.
The thing is, all day, no one has asked Bucky what’s next for him. So, even though the way she worded it implied she’s asking Bucky next, Bucky’s completely blindsided when she turns to him and says, “What about you, Sergeant?”
There’s a long pause, Bucky’s mind blanking. He must have stared too long at the interviewer because Sam subtly nudges him.
So, without giving it much thought, Bucky says, “I’m gonna keep doing what I do best, watching Cap’s six and being an unpredictable, unstable human being.”
“That’s quite hot.”
check out the fic @livingincolorsagain and I wrote! I had so much fun writing it (even when she was hovering over me like a hawk.) she's literally the best, and most wonderful writer. it was an honor working with you darling 💖💖💖
41 notes · View notes
sam-plush · 1 year
Text
i wont stop until i get a 1940s sambucky au where bucky goes to a dancehall and sees jazz singer sam wilson playing for the first time and falls in love with his soothing voice and pretty face. thank you.
52 notes · View notes
philtstone · 2 years
Text
title: home again
happy birthday to my dearest friend zainab! sorry this is so late dude. pls accept 11k words about sam and bucky caring deeply abt each other. love u very much xxo
Summary: “I like running,” Bucky says, in that maddeningly noncommittal way with which he sometimes demonstrates deep and unwavering care. Sam refocuses with effort.
“Fine. Just – ditch the pants, will you?”
He watches eyes narrow and a nose scrunch in confusion. Bucky looks down. Seems to register all the unspoken meaning. Looks back up.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Sam repeats.
Maddening, but still enough to loosen a knot in Sam’s chest.
***
PART I. I WAS BORN BY A RIVER 
2023, June
Sam wakes up with the itch to pick a fight under his skin.
When he wanders out into the kitchen there is a ready pot of coffee and the TV playing on low in the background. This is technically unexpected – in Sam’s pissed-off, half-asleep state, it’s unexpected – because it is truly the ass end of dawn. The sky’s still like, indigo-y out there – out the window of Sarah’s house, which is his house too, only he’s been spending the last month or so getting all re-used to it.
From the kitchen, as he pours his coffee, he can see the old quilting on the couch and the two big bookshelves filling up the den. They always had books in their house growing up. It was a principle Sam’s father held. He used to say, now Sammy, and he’d always say it like that, most often when it was the two of them out on the P&D and Sarah was busy untangling the fishing line. Now Sammy, here’s something I’m gonna tell you. You don’t need to be no preacher nor philosophizer to let your good shine through. But you need to know why you stand where you stand. Otherwise, one day something’s gonna come along and challenge it, and it’s gonna scare you into bein’ something you’re not.
His father’s brother was in the Black Panthers. Sam remembers remnants of this from when he was really young – seven, maybe, or eight. There were meetings, at a rented room in the local public library, and they served tea, had people come and speak sometimes. Paul did not attend some meetings. He attended others. Leadership was a question that had arisen and then been dropped many times around over the course of that time period. We need leaders. We need leaders like Paul, who got a head on his shoulders and is good at talking. Sam was a kid but sharp enough to hear all these things. Ultimately those conversations never went anywhere Real, and Paul and Darlene stayed in their old house overlooking the water and fed those less fortunate than them and attended church on Sundays. 
For so much of his life, it was known implicitly to Sam that his father knew why he stood where he stood.
Now Sam stands in the same kitchen he and Dad and Sarah’d come back to after those fishing trips, and scrubs both hands over his eyes while his coffee goes cold. The itch to pick a fight is still simmering. He takes a sip of the coffee and scowls. It’s good, but not in a way that makes him feel better.
He wanders into the living room, holding the lukewarm mug.
[read more on ao3]
39 notes · View notes
orion-kenobi · 2 years
Text
accidentally read this as sambucky. anyway.
Tumblr media
64 notes · View notes
livingincolorsagain · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
360 notes · View notes
yammz · 2 years
Note
Ooh, what about "Flesh, Bones, and Feathers"? 👀
Eeeee this is my winged!Sam fic. Was trying to get it done for an event after so many delays but way too much anxiety for the muse to set in 😔 still! An excerpt I’m very proud of is the moment that the Winter Soldier lays eyes on him:
Sam has a clear path towards the Soldier. And though Steve’s screaming into his earpiece, “Sam, wait! I’ve got him!” he can see that the Soldier’s eyes are locked on Sam, his eyes bright even in the shag of his hair.
He tries to block Steve’s voice out as he prepares to make impact.
And he makes it, legs colliding with him, landing the Soldier flat on his back. His wings are still folded neatly behind him, made for speed and accuracy rather than any sort of show. He hovers above the ground, enjoying the distance he’s got, especially when he hauls himself off the ground grunting. Angry. Livid, even.
Sam’s stomach flips when he gets fast with himself, all however-many pounds of muscle launching towards him in rage after being knocked on. But Sam’s ready. God almighty, is Sam ready. This is the fight he’s been itching for. It’s the one he’s been born for. It’s the one that’s been lying in wait since–God, who knows how long? It thrums under his skin.
It’s for every day spent in hiding, every time he bound his wings, every moment he laid awake, reliving the failure of Riley’s mechanical wings as his kept beating. It’s for his mother, who wondered if his wings would simply keep him in danger rather than used for his own safety and for the safety of others. It’s for him, too, proving himself to himself, every muscle in his back working to keep his wings steady and prepared.
And when the Soldier steps forward, hands dirty with gun grease and blood and everything else a fight brings, Sam lets them go.
He grunts with the effort to fully splay his wings out to their full span, hovering just out of the Soldier’s reach now, wings beating to keep him there. A huge display, showing his size to a predator who would dare him, like a real bird of prey instead of all his secret missions. He expects some feral thing, screaming and gnashing of his teeth. Or the opposite, even, the chilling lack of response to danger, a neat step back as a vehicle hurtles towards him.
But no.
Instead, the Soldier blinks. He stumbles back. He is stunned into silence and stillness. He looks at Sam like Plato’s cavedweller, disbelieving of reality after being told only tales and shown reflections. He shakes his head like he’s trying to believe too much, too fast.
Steve’s panicked voice rings in Sam’s earpiece. Tell him to run.
Sam looks in the Soldier’s eyes, bright silver blue trying to make sense of what he’s seeing in front of him. He finally looks away from the wings and looks into Sam’s face, looking for the first time like a human seeking understanding rather than success on a target. Sam thinks fast. “Run,” he says. “Get away from your handlers while you can.”
22 notes · View notes