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Tent Set-Ups Going Wrong
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[ID: a green badge of a tent with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Stuck in a Tent, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]
Title: Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong
Square Filled: Stuck in a Tent
A/N: just a light-hearted cracky entry for @sambuckylibrary. where sam tries filming a Cap P.S.A, only for it to go in shambles.^^
Word Count: 873
T.W: None-ish
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Part of being Captain America was having to maintain one's presence in the media. And while Sam tended to be exhausted from handling press conferences and interviews, he did what he could.
Sure, he couldn't dodge inappropriate or racist questions regarding his position, he knew how to deal with them. He knew how to be composed, not allowing any initial frustration get the best of him. Aware it wouldn't do him any good.
Although, it would be nice to talk back, sometimes. Even Bucky wanted to slam some reporter's head against wall at how he got a question that he disliked. Immensely.
Unfortunately, it also included some certain things that he didn't think of. . .
"You want me to star in those P.S.As?" Sam asked in disbelief.
He had been summoned to a small studio in D.C, where he had to discuss of his schedule. They all decided to meet at Rock Creek Park, where they would be filming. Since summer was approaching, they needed to have commercials featuring Sam, front and center.
"Well, Steve did it and you might as well too," the producer explained, plastering a smile that looked more of a wince. "All part of the job, I guess."
Sam huffed a sigh. "Alright. Let's get this over with."
"Do you have to?" Bucky asked.
"I mean we can do something else," Joaquin added, sounding dismayed.
"Like I said, guys." Sam adjusted his cowl. "We should finish this."
Both Bucky and Joaquin exchanged a glance of chagrin.
They gathered at a small grassy field as the crew prepared the mini set. Just some bundles of wood, tents, and sleeping bags.
The director lifted a megaphone, adjusted in her seat.
"Lights. . . Camera. . . Action!"
Someone slammed the clapperboard and Sam propped his hands on his sides, facing the camera. And while Bucky and Torres stood by his sides, waving.
"So, you wanna learn how to arrange a tent, huh?" Sam asked, flashing his signature megawatt smile. "Well, lemme show you how it's done. With the help of my team, anything is possible!"
The wind howled, moving past him in a heavy current.
"Wow, you sure are pulling this off, Samuel," Bucky whispered wryly.
Repressing any urge to roll his eyes, Sam beckoned Bucky and Joaquin at the tent supplies strewn on the grass.
"First you gotta set it up," Sam said into the camera, sweeping an arm over at them. "Then put your components on the tarp. Connect your tent poles together. Insert those poles into where they ought to be and raise the tent up. Now watch as my good friends, Sergeant Bucky Barnes and Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, take this step by step."
Yeah, Sam had to memorize an entire instruction manual for this. So, if any of them noticed how he sounded automatic, maybe he could change it for another take.
Who knew how long would this go on? He had sternly informed those two to be on their best behavior. Although, that approach didn't work by eighty percent.
Bucky and Joaquin adjusted the tent's equipment, setting up the poles. They started raising the tent up slowly yet diligently. The breeze smacked a flap against Bucky and his fingers trembled upon adjusting the hook.
Whoa, it was such a big tent, he thought, refraining from gaping.
Just as Sam could have peered into the camera, the wind's heavy strength shook the poles. Yanking them off their positions. Bucky froze and flung an arm around, only for the tent to collapse down on him.
"Sam! Sam! Help! I think. . . I'm trapped!" Bucky sounded panicked.
Oh yikes, Sam thought. He tried maintaining his smile.
He should have known even filming a damn P.S.A wouldn't go peacefully. Most things in his line of work didn't.
The director and filming crew chattered in hushed tones containing concern. Joaquin winced, bowing his head while scratching his forehead.
"Okay, Cap to the rescue, everyone!" Sam sprinted towards the fallen tent.
He tried pushing it upwards and Bucky moved, crawling out of it. He scrambled to his feet, pressing his hands against the tent. The wind howled again, growing louder and denser. Streaks of grey scattered within the sky as clouds gathered.
The tent collapsed on both of them, sending them flat against the ground.
Both of them let out a grunt and a yelp, their shoulders budging and nudging. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and Sam tried kicking the tent.
If the weather was gonna be this concerning, he would have rescheduled the entire damn thing. However, he had to be in this predicament.
Yep. Sam was so not cut out for this shit. He should be a hell lot selective if he had to take up this gig. Ever again. Simple P.S.As filmed in a studio? Doable. Something he could manage, at the very least.
". . . you're going to cut this out of the finished footage, aren't you?" Joaquin asked, sounding hesitant.
"Cut! Cut!" the director yelled, her voice amplified by her megaphone's speakers. "Okay, can. . . Can someone get Cap and his sidekick out of there?"
Bucky sighed. "Maybe if we filmed indoors instead of outdoors, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation."
"Shoulda known this was a bad idea," Sam mumbled, clutching onto the tent's edge.
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fandomlockedfan · 1 year
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13ag21k · 10 months
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What if I was a lonely brooding man but my features softened as I stared at you adoringly?
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panevanbuckley · 4 months
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soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought
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rainingbicycles · 1 year
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Me: I should really get back into a healthy sleeping pattern
Also me: Proceeds to open Ao3 instead and read about the same two people falling in love 151738515163 different times until morning
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thief-of-eggs · 5 months
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Yes, those two characters are canonically straight.
…But what if they were gay?
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saryasy · 1 year
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#a ship dynamic i love apparently
sam & bucky, tfatws (2021) / roy & jamie, ted lasso (2020-23)
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justsomecouscous · 4 months
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'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that
Nah FUCK that
I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs
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loverofsoups · 3 months
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I got something good for you… the main characters are these two dudes right? And they’d die for each other. I mean that literally. They’d do anything for each other. They hold one another and fight anybody who does the other wrong. You getting this? Yeah… Youre gonna get so attached. You wont be alone. Thousands will think like you. They will spend multiple episodes having extreme sexual tension and angst that sometimes feels straight out of fan fiction. You’re gonna get so high off this shit… Don’t you worry. Sorry what? What’d you say? Is it… is it what? Canon? Erm…
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glittercake · 4 months
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just thinking about that time the wakandans said to bucky listen you are on THIN ice and you better not come round here any time soon and then he said ok but can you make my crush this little outfit real quick. the audacity. like the ONLY thing on his mind was sam wilson. phew.
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ohitsmsn · 1 year
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I will never know what it’s like to watch movies/tv-shows or read books and not immediately go to Tumblr/Ao3 when I’ve finished it.
Sometimes I don’t even have the patience to wait until i’ve finished it and I end up seeing spoilers …
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Woodsy Stake-Out
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[ID: a green badge of a stack of folders with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Mission Fic, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]
Title: Woodsy Stake-Out
Square Filled: Mission Fic
A/N: a ficlet of a couple of guys planning a stake-out in a car for @sambuckylibrary. where sam and bucky arrive to a serpent society hide-out in the woods. thanks to the ppl who provided suggestions and inputs in this (x). however, i had to choose a specific idea and rolled with it. ^^
Word Count: 945
T.W: food, i guess
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Owls hooted as crickets chirp at the expanse of a forest. The wheels of a car skidded onto a route, only stooping to a halt. Parking some miles away from a guarded electric fenced gates ahead.
"Well, well, they probably expected company," Bucky remarked, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Operating in the woods must be their new way to maintain a low profile." Sam shifted in his seat, propping an elbow against the window's edge. "No wonder we couldn't track them down in the city. If it wasn't for Joaquin, we'd be sitting ducks."
Bucky nodded, grimacing. "And if we don't get their weapons soon, they'd take down the city."
"Breaking into tech companies and labs, stealing the components they need." Sam crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Shit. I hate how we couldn't get the drop on them sooner."
Despite himself, he made an affirmative little noise.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, examining the building from afar. Getting glimpses of some hench-people moving crates and packages over the field.
The Serpent Society has set up a base in the woods. Developing weaponry that could take down an entire city to the ground. Especially since it contained parts from alien tech, which could be dangerous used by people with wrong intentions.
Bad news all around.
Fury had paged them and called them for this mission. Giving information as much as he could obtain. They needed to be outside their base, observe them from afar before taking action. And they needed extreme caution, considering how Viper was a clever sort of adversary.
If they weren't having a mission, they would be helping Sarah with the boat. However, duty called and they had to delay repairs.
"So, we're doing a stake-out in this car?" Bucky asked, wiping his knife blade with a thin cloth.
Sam nodded, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel. "Yeah, we're gonna be here for a couple of hours.
Great, Bucky thought, his pulse kicking up a notch. Leaning back on his seat.
What had he gotten himself into? Even though, he willingly signed up for it? He had believed they would kick some Serpent Society ass and be on their way. Mission accomplished and all that jazz. However, he had to do a stake-out instead.
Not his usual brand of missions.
And with Sam? Including being. . . Alone? With him, specifically? Fury must have paired them together to torture him in the most twisted yet sweet way possible.
It didn't help that Sam's arm rested by the brakes, just some inches further from his.
He could do worse than Sam. . . He might have been stuck with Torres, who would have chatted throughout the entire thing. Or Scott Lang, who would have did some weird diversions.
Yeah. Bucky could have had worse options, getting spared from it. But he couldn't help how his heart insisted in 'thump', 'thump', 'thump' at the minimal. . . space between them. A little too close just for a couple of guys.
Being cramped in this small space in this car. . . wouldn't bode well for his psyche.
However, if he could jump from an airplane without a parachute and survive, he could also survive this. With his composure and dignity intact.
If there was one thing Bucky was still good at, it would be keeping it cool. He did it back in the forties. And he could defuse his feeling of awkwardness with some quips up his sleeve.
"And I thought the bad guys would find better lairs or something."
"Yeah, I guess they couldn't afford it."
"Wow, that's lousy."
"Tell me about it. But they have good enough security to keep us out."
"A smoke screen ought to knock 'em out, right?"
". . . wait, you brought some?"
"Of course, Samuel. Gotta be prepared for Hydra affiliated scums, ya know."
"Touché. I've also got some snacks in here."
When Sam pushed his seat back, he yanked a backpack beneath it. Zipping it open and revealing packets of chips, cupcakes, and soda cans. He reached for a soda and popped it's cap open.
"Thank you," Bucky murmured, sighing deeply. "If we're gonna punch those assholes, we need all the energy we can get."
"True that," Sam replied, his lips quirking up at a corner. "I wished I'd sleep better before we left. I feel like my bones are gonna sink."
He tensed up and arched a brow. "What the. . . You didn't sleep well? That explains why you look exhausted."
"Uh huh." Sam sounded resigned. He shrugged. "Got a job to do, anyways. Sleep can wait."
"Hold on, I'm gonna go in there. And while you stay here."
"What? No! We're supposed to do this as a team."
"I know, I know. But you don't have enough energy and I do. I can destabilize those weapons before the Serpent Society could level them at the city."
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"Pfft, as if most of them didn't work."
Bucky patted Sam's shoulder, peering into his dark brown eyes soft from concern. Sam's tight posture loosened and he sagged against his seat, nodding slowly.
"Alright. But be careful, Buck."
"Hey, I'll be back in a while. You'll see."
Sam chuckled, his expression fond. Bucky reveled in it, reaching for his door's handle.
As he pushed the door open, he started marching towards the trunk. Opening it and grabbing a duffle bag, which contained his gadgets and trusty equipment. Slamming it shut as he carried it.
With this plan, Bucky could finish this mission within an hour or so. He should probably have back-up, however, he probably could deal with it. Without much trouble.
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squeezetheduck · 2 years
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I am now and probably always will be a sucker for characters that are a little ‘too good’ for the world in which they exist, and the cynical characters that can’t help to fall in love with them for it
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mojiitoos · 7 months
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Bucky : “I'm an idiot.”
Sam :
Bucky :
Sam : “If you're waiting for me to disagree it's gonna be a long night.”
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panevanbuckley · 11 months
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best ship dynamic is everyone thinking person a is a badass and person b is a softie but it turns out to be the other way around
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the-bobest-bob · 9 months
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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
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