#sambucky prompts

[cobrafantasies]

really random au thought. I was just thinking about Bucky meeting a modern Sam and finding out he's a closet organizer. He's so smitten that Bucky hires him on the spot. Only for Sam to find out he barely uses half a closet for his puny collection of tight t-shirts, jeans, and jackets. Sam tells him he has nothing to organize and he'll give Bucky his money back. Bucky tells him to take him to dinner instead.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

SamBucky Romance Asks

So. Something's going around. And I was like "fuck it, let's do something fun". Reblog this if you'd like and participate too. Send an ask with one of these emojis and the person you're asking will give you a SamBucky headcanon, a short ficlet, a fic recommendation, or a tiny sketch based on the prompt.

🏥 Hurt/Comfort 💋 Almost Kiss ❤️ "You okay?" 📸 Accidental Public Confession 💭 Bickering 👀 Lingering Gazes 🛏️ Bed Sharing 🛥️ Meanwhile, on the Boat... 💕 Who Fell First 👔 Zipping or Buttoning His Jacket for/Putting a Tie on Him ☀️ "Good morning." 🍜 Sick Day 🧤 Touch 🚪 Roommates 💥 A Surprise Encounter 🤗 Cuddling 🐦 Redwing 🚨 The Moment a Mission Goes Awry 😊 Relax 🍺 Sharing a Beer 🌭 It's Not a Lunch Date 👟 Jogging 🎤 Practicing for an Interview 📕 Absolute Dorks 👠 Slow Dance

[livingincolorsagain]

I’m wanting some angst and jealousy, so, from Dancing on My Own:

Im giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home

Oh, this is making me think of one of my absolute favourites things. Bucky pining and yearning and waiting oh so patiently for Sam. Until it’s just too much.

So no powers AU. Sam and Bucky have been friends since forever probably. Bucky fell years ago and has kept mostly a secret. As in, almost everyone but Sam knows. Because Bucky is just so obvious, and it’s there in the way he looks at Sam and says his name.

And maybe one day the whole group is out and Sam brings a date and they’re dancing and they leave early and Bucky is watching and it hurts. It just hurts so much.

So he starts to pull away and put some distance between them. Sam is so confused and mad and hurt and he keeps trying to talk to Bucky and gets no answer. Until one day he goes to Bucky’s place and confronts him and Bucky is just so tired and so over it he screams, “I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts.”

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

[panevanbuckley]

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

[mischievous-thunder]

It is what it is

[gotlostonmywayhome]

This would be so much fun to write. I wish my brain would word so I can write it. So many ships that I love would be perfect for this.

[th30ra3k3n]

“how could i forget

the pair of gorgeous eyes

that i memorized like books?”

(da’s)

[oldfangirl81]

Person A: "Yeah, that tracks. They say owners and pets can behave alike."

Person B: "I thought it was lookalike?"

Person A: "Whatever. I'm just saying this dog fits you."

Person B: "I don't bite everything!"

Person A: "My ass says otherwise."

Person C: "That is more than I ever needed to know about your sex life."

[oneoflokischildren]

Character A: What are you doing?

Character B *laying curled up on the floor*: I'm crying. Once again.

Character A: Why do you always cry when your laying on your side?

Character B: Because I see all the bad shit of the world from a whole new angle ...

[firstelevens]

For the handholding writing meme, #49 (or! Whichever one you most want to write)

49. taking the other’s hand to look for injuries

you are always so gracious with the prompts that you give! I have naught to offer in return but my gratitude and also this deeply silly fic, which could be read as a sequel to this

"Do you think it's clear yet?" whispers Sam, as quietly as he can. The noises that he'd heard just outside have since faded, and his muscles are starting to feel the strain of how tensely he's holding himself.

Bucky frowns, tilting his head towards the door like it'll help him hear better. "I definitely heard footsteps coming this way, and I didn't hear any going back," he murmurs. "They've got to be right on top of us."

"We'd know for sure if we could get eyes on the hallway."

A groan rumbles through Bucky's chest. Sam is pressed close enough to feel it in his own. "Is this about your stupid robot? Again?" he hisses. "I said I was sorry; how was I supposed to know he was in the blast radius when that grenade went off? You weren't even supposed to be there, and neither was your bird."

"If you hate Redwing so much, how come you had Shuri make me two of him?" Sam hisses, moving a few inches back--it's not easy; he doesn't exactly have wiggle room here--so he can glare at Bucky.

Expectedly, Bucky scowls. "I knew you weren't always gonna let me watch your six. How else was I supposed to keep you safe?"

Something squeezes in Sam's chest, achy but in the good way. "Buck," he says softly.

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't have hurt him on purpose," grumbles Bucky. "That would defeat the point."

Sam hums in acknowledgment, dropping his head to rest on Bucky's shoulder. "That's very practical of you," he says. "And here I thought you just had a crush on me."

Bucky snorts, turning to press his lips to Sam's forehead. "What could possibly have given you that idea, hm?"

"The fact that your hand is on my ass, for starters," Sam says, settling more comfortably against Bucky's chest. It's the closest they've gotten to be in months, and Sam doesn't know what he'll do when it comes to an end. "Also the part where you and your whole team showed up to the compound and you brooded in a corner anytime I paid attention to someone who wasn't you."

"I wasn't brooding; I was waiting," says Bucky. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Oh yeah? Like you knew what you were doing when you posted up in the common room in a stupid tight t-shirt and those inappropriate sweatpants, waiting for me to come down and get water before bed?"

"They're literally your sweatpants, Sam."

"That was the inappropriate part," says Sam, gently cuffing Bucky on the shoulder. He doesn't bother to pull away when Bucky catches his hand and holds onto it. "I'm trying to be professional and lead a team here, you know."

"Yeah, well, my partner was caught in an explosion, so you have to forgive me for skipping professionalism so I could make sure he was in one piece." Bucky punctuates this by kissing the shrapnel cuts over Sam's knuckles, one by one, then moving his lips to the scar on Sam's wrist, and then again to the scrape on the heel of his hand.

Sam lets his eyes close, pressing his face into Bucky's neck and relishing the familiar scrape of stubble. "Is that what last night was? You making sure your partner wasn't injured?"

Bucky goes still against Sam, his hands no less gentle as they hold Sam close. "You know it wasn't," he says softly. "I mean, I made it clear, right? You know how I feel about you?"

"Yeah," mumbles Sam, right against Bucky's pulse point. "You know I- you know I feel the same way about you, right?"

"I did start to get a sense of that," says Bucky. "Right around the time we had sex on the quinjet after that mission and then you took me home to meet your entire extended family and then we fucked again on the boat. I still don't understand how no one caught us."

Before Sam can respond that given the knowing look Carlos shot him the next afternoon someone definitely almost caught them, there's a very loud, very theatrical throat-clearing noise from right near the door. "Maybe we should re--" he starts to say, before he's cut off.

"Hey, guys," says John Walker, still too-loudly. Sam scowls into Bucky's shoulder at the sound. "Isn't it so weird how all super-soldiers have enhanced hearing? Isn't that just the weirdest thing how we can hear most things through thick walls?"

"Nope," says a voice beyond the door, who Sam thinks might be Ava. He's not sure; he's suddenly too busy being mortified to consider it.

"Holy shit," he whispers, eyes wide open. "There are two other super-soldiers here."

"I know; I'm stuck with them," says Bucky, and then yelps like the big baby he is when Sam lightly swats at his chest and wriggles out of his arms, sitting up with his arms crossed. "What?"

"Bucky," Sam hisses. "There are two other super soldiers here, and they were both on the floor above us, and we were here, in guest quarters with no soundproofing, doing things that were definitely not quiet!"

"Americans! So uptight," calls Alexei, and Sam wants to die a little bit maybe. "Love is beautiful, Captain. You and Barnes, you made beautiful music together."

Sam turns to glare at Bucky. "I'm gonna kill you," he says flatly.

Bucky sits up in bed slowly, like he's worried that sudden movements will spell his doom. "Okay," he says, his hands out in a placating gesture. "You can take your best shot later, but since they already know, why don't I get you some caffeine first? No point in trying to fight someone while you haven't slept."

"And just whose fault is that?"

"Don't pretend we're not both to blame for that," says Bucky, putting all that stealth training to good use as he slips out of the bed, barely jostling it. He bends over to grab those sweatpants again and Sam takes a beat to check out his regrettably cute ass.

Bucky manages to find a shirt, too, a henley that definitely also belongs to Sam. He stops by the bed before he leaves the room, leaning down to kiss Sam's cheek.

"I'm sorry about the...you know," he says, gesturing to the ceiling. "Promise I'll make it up to you, sweetheart."

"You better," says Sam, tipping his chin up for a kiss and fighting a grin when Bucky obliges. He waits for Bucky to make his way across the room, watching until he just opens the door, and then calls out, louder than he needs to, "And bring yourself back to bed along with the coffee, sugar. I'm not done with you yet!"

Bucky instantly goes red, whirling on Sam with betrayal on his face. Sam just grins and blows him a kiss before waving him out the door. As the door closes behind Bucky, he can hear laughter and Yelena loudly ooh-ing from the common area. He sinks back against the pillows, pulling the comforter over his head, and waits for his coffee and for Bucky.

Mostly for Bucky.

[katatonicimpression]

Ok so YEAH maybe sambucky divorce era has captivated me and turned me into a downer factory, but consider the possibility of six months from now, when we're in sambucky potential reconciliation era

That is when I'll be at my most unbearable

[cobrafantasies]

SamBucky idea where Bucky is on an undercover mission where he has to sit in on someone else's blind date but needs to make sure it goes poorly. Unfortunately for him, the blind date is with a man named Sam Wilson who's the most attractive man Bucky's ever seen. During the date, Sam makes it obvious he's into Bucky too and tries to make a move multiple times. When Bucky has to deny kissing Sam, the mission officially becomes impossible.

[ace-bucket]

Buckytober Day 24- Wings

Some Sam and Bucky art for this prompt :)

Buckytober Prompt List

[livingincolorsagain]

omgg this sounds fun hehe made up title hm

'for i can't help falling in love with you'

add some brackets in to spice it up ykyk can i give another one here or do i send it in another ask um

'if these wings could fly'

also i think i accidentally caused a fight in a gc?? idk whats going on lmfao like this girl is fighting my friend for me apparently 💀

Okay, so for for i can't help falling in love with you, which is such a sambucky song btw, I would definitely go with them dancing, because there are very few things I love more than sambucky dancing.

So it’s a quiet night in, and Sam has music on as he cooks as usual, Bucky in another room, maybe doing the laundry, and this song comes on and Sam starts singing quietly along and Bucky just pauses and listens and takes it in, just how peaceful and comfortable and happy they are, here in their home and it’s almost overwhelming.

The song is almost over when he makes it to the kitchen and he immediately replays it and pulls Sam close for a dance.

As for if these wings could fly, maybe childhood best friends, then one of them moved away. They stayed in touch as much as they could but the distance was too much and eventually they grew apart.

Until years later when they find themselves working at the same place and it’s almost like no time has passed at all and they’re talking again and catching up and it’s all just so easy. Maybe the place they work at is at a whole another country and being with each other is a comfort, helps with the homesickness.

And in true romcom fashion, they fall in love.

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

[skarkkk]

Person A, hates no one but the bad ones.

Person B, hates everyone except Person A and A's family.

Also, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

[mischievous-thunder]

Canon: Do not fret. There's a dreamy happy ending-ish scene somewhere.

The fandom: So, our ship is canon, right?

Canon: -ish.

Meanwhile, the fanfic writers: Do not fret. There IS a dreamy happy ending scene because we create our own canon.