so, you got me looking up guys in plaid and I found this picture of Chris Evans. Sam/Steve/Bucky ot3?
“Steve looks really good in that shirt.”“Oh...damn, yeah he does.”Turns out the lumberjack look really did it for both Sam and Bucky. Steve stood innocently on the other side of the yard, in the middle of a conversation with Wanda. He wore a plaid shirt, dark jeans and had let his beard grow out, just a little. “Think we could convince him not to shave?”Sam was glad that he and Bucky had a similar taste. “I think he might be persuaded,” he replied with a smirk. “And is it just me, or is Wanda looking too?”Bucky growled. “Our man. We better get in there.”
A while back I read a sam x bucky x steve explicit fanfic on A03. Steve was in a skype call with general ross and bucky and sam teased him while he talked to ross. Also, i remember something about Sam wearing shorts. If you know it please help
SO IT TURNS OUT WE WERE PARTNERS WHO KNEW AND HER FILL IS SOGOOD WHAT THE FUCK anyway here’s my all caps secret santa fic for@unclesteeb who wanted Bucky in a santa hat and Sam and Stevedecorating the arm for the holidays. it’s mostly goofy and fluffy, so i hope you like it!!
It starts with Jodi coming over to visit before Halloween, because Sarah wants to go to a Halloween party, and Sam loves his niece and his sister, so he volunteers to babysit. It helps that Bucky and Steve also love Sam’s niece and want to see her Halloween costume (Merida, because Clint also loves Jodi and is a bad influence).
Anyway, because she’s six, the height of love is leaving Bucky a note on his arm when he falls asleep watching Brave with her, attached with a little sheep magnet. And because Bucky’s a sap, he isn’t even mad when he wakes up. He just gets a dopey smile on his face that doesn’t leave until long after they’ve put Jodi to bed.
“You’re a sucker, Barnes,” Sam tells him, watching him put the drawing on the fridge.
“Shut up,” Bucky says. It slightly overlaps a drawing of Steve’s, which also features Bucky and Jodi, asleep on the couch together. Most of the drawings on the fridge are from or of Jodi, actually, because Steve is also a sucker.
“I think he’s right, Buck,” Steve puts in from his seat on the counter. “Remember that time Natasha left a sticky-note on your hand and you grumbled about it for three days?”
“Natasha is a grown woman,” Bucky sniffs. “She can send a text message. It’s cute and loving when Jodi does it.”
The next thing to go on the fridge is a hand turkey from Jodi on Thanksgiving, put right next to the last one. Steve stares at them contemplatively for a long time before his run the next morning, and on his way home he stops at the corner store and buys the ugliest Santa magnet he can find.
Bucky and Sam are still asleep when he gets home. Once Sam had a second supersoldier to cuddle with, he decided he didn’t need to get embarrassed by Steve anymore and started sleeping in. Bucky just jabbed Steve with a metal finger when he tried to get him out of bed, then rolled over and curled himself around Sam. Steve runs alone and starts breakfast when he gets home.
He makes a detour on his way to the shower today to carefully stick the ugly magnet to Bucky’s arm. The nearest available spot is on the back of his shoulder, close to the seam where the metal meets flesh. Steve leaves the magnet, feeling very clever, and gets in the shower.
Bucky is not a morning person. On particularly bad mornings, he takes the blankets with him when he manages to get up and huddles at the table with bags under his eyes, glaring at his coffee like it’s done him a personal wrong. Silence helps. Breakfast is better.
Luckily, today is good. Bucky staggers out in flannel pajamas printed with sushi rolls (a gift from Natasha), hair a bird’s nest all swooped to one side, Santa magnet still firmly in place. Steve says nothing, just takes out a mug for his coffee and lets him start it in peace.
Sam comes out a few minutes later, more awake but doesn’t notice the magnet. He kisses Steve good morning while he gets his coffee, then leans on the counter.
“How’d you sleep?” He asks.
Bucky mumbles, “Not bad,” into his coffee without lifting his head.
Sam nods, accepting that as about as much as he’ll get right now. “How was your run?” He asks Steve.
“Good,” Steve says. “I saw a new dog.” He nudges his phone closer to Bucky, who perks up at the mention of the dog. He opens the phone and flicks to Steve’s pictures and his face lights up even more at the image of the corgi smiling at the camera.
“That’s a great dog,” he says, voice a little raspy with sleep.
Sam goes over to look over his shoulder at the dog and stops halfway bent over, eyes catching on the magnet. He lifts them to look at Steve, lips twitching. Steve tries to convey shut up without saying anything. Sam bites his lips and leans over to look at the dog, an almost pained look on his face at holding in his laughter.
“That is a good dog,” he manages to agree. He sounds almost normal.
Bucky’s apparently too tired to notice, because he just nods, still staring at the picture. Eventually, he puts the phone down on the table and yawns. Sam kisses him on the cheek and straightens up very deliberately. Steve can feel Sam’s gaze boring into his temple, but he knows if he looks he’ll just start to laugh, so he focuses on the enormous pan of scrambled eggs he’s making and doesn’t look at Sam or Bucky.
The morning continues as normal until Bucky finally goes to shower. As soon as he’s out of the room, Sam flings himself onto the couch and buries his face in a pillow, shaking with almost silent laughter.
“You asshole,” he whispers, eyes watery when he looks at Steve. “He’s gonna--”
“Steve, you little--” Bucky’s shout from the bathroom cuts him off and sends both of them into hysterics. Bucky comes out to find Sam clutching his stomach on the couch, and Steve leaned over the dishwasher, laughing their asses off.
“You are the worst,” Bucky grumbles, throwing the ugly magnet at Steve. It bounces harmlessly off one enormous shoulder and makes him laugh harder.
“But Bucky,” he gasps. “I do it because I love you.”
“Fuck off,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes. “That’s the ugliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, I can’t believe you. You couldn’t even get a nice one.”
Sam straightens up. “Oh, so it’s okay if they’re pretty, festive, and loving?”
“No,” Bucky says, fighting a smile. “It’s okay if Jodi puts them on because then it’s cute and not stupid and immature. Unlike some people I know.”
Over the next few weeks, Sam and Steve buy new magnets every few days, ranging from ugly to funny. It becomes a game, to see who can get the most magnets on Bucky without him noticing, or whose stay on the longest. Because of some weird glitch in the arm, Bucky can’t actually feel the magnets the way he feels other pressure, so it takes him a lot longer to notice.
(Asking Stark to take a look at it only results in gleeful teasing and an Iron Man magnet appearing on their fridge the next day. Bucky takes a video of himself crushing it with his metal hand while Steve and Sam laugh at him in the background and sends it to Tony.)
The best way to win is to do it when he’s asleep, because he’s usually too groggy to notice when he wakes up. Bucky’s generally a light sleeper, though, so sneaking up on him with a magnet can also result in getting tackled and then mercilessly tickled or beaten with pillows. It’s certainly an improvement from when startling him meant nearly getting stabbed in the throat. Bucky starts to threaten stabbing again after a tacky magnet in the shape of a naked lady holding a sign that says “I’m on Santa’s naughty list” gets stuck to his shoulder for the morning.
“I’m going to start sleeping in the guest room,” Bucky tells them almost every day. He never actually leaves.
Jodi comes over again a week before Christmas. She’s wearing the cutest damn Christmas dress any of them have ever seen and Bucky actually squeaks when he sees her. Steve looks like he’s gonna cry. Sam can’t even give them shit because he’s speechless for a moment. Jodi takes this opportunity to gleefully give them all Santa hats that match hers.
Bucky is so excited to see her he doesn’t notice the magnet Sam puts on his arm until Jodi sees it. It’s tame - just a tree with lights - but she gets very excited.
“You decorated!” She squeals, pointing. Bucky looks at his arm and his face twists up for moment, and then he sighs.
“Uncle Sam decorated,” he corrects her. “He and Uncle Steve think it’s funny to put ugly magnets on Uncle Bucky.”
Jodi tilts her head at him. “It’s not ugly. It’s a Christmas tree.”
Bucky hesitates. “Well, some of the others were ugly,” he says lamely.
At this, Jodi frowns. “Can I see them?”
“Um.” Bucky looks at Steve, who perks up.
“I have them,” he says. Bucky sighs.
“Of course you do,” he mutters, because Steve is a sentimental loser. Steve goes to their bedroom and comes back with a ziploc bag full of magnets.
“Why?” Sam asks as Steve spills them over the coffee table and pulls out the most inappropriate ones to hide again.
“I was going to put them all in a row on the fridge on Christmas,” Steve says cheerfully, ignoring Bucky’s dirty look. “A gift from Santa. But this is good too.”
It is good, because as soon as Jodi and Bucky sit down to look at the magnets, she starts putting them on Bucky’s arm. She’s very selective, only picking out the ones she deems pretty. The very ugly ones - like the first Santa - get Steve and Sam dirty looks. Bucky looks resigned and smug all at once.
“Help please,” Jodi says, pushing the magnet pile to Sam and Steve. They grin and start separating the magnets that have stuck together, laying them all flat on the table for her. Steve turns his smirk to Bucky.
“Still cute?” He asks.
Bucky watches Jodi place magnets in a line up his arm, a very serious look on her face. He looks back at his boyfriends, and his soft smile deepens. “Yeah,” he mutters. He leans over and gives them both a kiss. “Still cute.”
so ive been day drinking and night drinking and im a little sleep deprived so i had to post this while i still thought it was funny
brought to you by my friend’s gi joes. he wouldn’t let me take their arms off (the look of horror at the mere suggestion was….better than this entire saga tbh) so i tried to get creative with the camera angles. and also snapchat
If it was up to Steve, he’d just never touch either of them again. He can’t choose. The thing that’s never occurred to him before is that he might not have to choose at all.
