Okay, SamBucky. SamBucky is my shit, I love them to bits and pieces. I am in love with the idea that Sam and Bucky are all snarky when everyone else is around, but when they are alone they are lovesick puppies that shower each other with affection and have sickly cute nicknames for each other. Even better if everyone thinks they hate each other's guts but they have actually been dating for like 3 years and have recently gotten engaged. Secret wedding planning omg
They are SUPER snarky and jokingly mean to each other in public, and literally no one has any idea they live together or are sickeningly cute all the time at home (think ‘Rosa from Brooklyn 99′ levels of secrecy) and then one day the Avengers are a bar unwinding and Sam is 4 cocktails deep and ‘Single Ladies’ comes on in the backgroundAnd Sam is like “lmao can’t relate” and the others are like WHAT???? WHO YOU DATINGAnd Sam is like “I done been married for like 2 years duh” and they’re like TO WHO OMG and Sam just gestures boredly with his drink straw to Bucky, who isn’t even paying attention because he’s slamming shots with Barton and Sam goes “That asshole”and without missing a beat Bucky goes “And you’re the asshole who married me, so who’s the asshole?” and knocks back another shot and everyone is losing their goddamn minds Except Steve, who heaves a huge sigh and is like “Thank fuck, do you know how hard it is to keep a secret that big jfc”Come tell me boutcha heacdanons ehhh?
Prompt: Steve finally works up the courage to ask the man he loves to marry him in an unconventional but romantic way. The day before their wedding, a tragic event takes Sam away from Steve.
💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: I just got a delivery of cookies💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: What kind of weird ass gesture of love is this steve💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: ITS 2:51AMSteve Rogers: I knew you’d be up!Steve Rogers: Happy Birthday Sam!Steve Rogers: ❤️🎁🎂🎈💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: Steve…….💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: Are you tryin to kill me?Steve Rogers: What?💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: I’m allergic to macadamia nuts
Steve almost dropped his phone, gasped so loud he could have been a damsel in distress in a B horror film, and slapped his hand over his mouth. He called Sam.
Sam laughed as he picked up. “You’re so gullible, man! I told you two days ago macadamia nut cookies are my favorite.”
“Sam, don’t do that.”
“What? Fragile old man heart can’t take a joke?”
“Don’t get started with that. Just because you’re Captain America doesn’t mean you can call me old.”
Sam snorted and Steve imagined Sam dropping his head with that smile on his face like he was a little embarrassed. Steve’s chest swelled with a mix of adoration and that pang of pain when you miss somebody even though they’ve only been gone a couple days.
“I love you, Steve,” came Sam’s voice from the other end, as if reading his thoughts.
Steve shut his eyes, let out and inaudible sigh, and looked up at the ceiling of his apartment. “I love you too.” They said it the most when they were apart.
“Hey, I better g–” Sam said.
“Sam, when you get back–” Steve said at the same time.
“What?”
“Do you wanna get married?”
“Yes.”
There’s not even a second of hesitation, and the way Sam’s voice so emphatically replied sent a chill down Steve’s spine. He felt hot and cold all at once, and a big stupid grin crossed his face.
“I really do, Steve. We’ll talk more later, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Save a cookie for me. Bye, Sam.”
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Bucky Barnes 🍔:: no can do stevaroniBucky Barnes 🍔:: i cant be ur best manSteve Rogers: Oh. Okay.Steve Rogers: Why not?Bucky Barnes 🍔:: sam already asked
Steve Rogers: YOU SNIPED MY BEST MAN!💞 Sam🌟 Wilson💞: 😏 😘
Natasha 😎 Romanoff: i think im busy that daySteve Rogers: But I told you two months ago we were getting married on November 19th!Natasha 😎 Romanoff: that’s the day IKEA is delivering my new couch and I have to be thereSteve Rogers: [typing]Natasha 😎 Romanoff: IM KIDDING ROGERS of course I’ll be your best man ;)
“I was gonna say,” Steve said when he met up with Nat for coffee later, “that had better be a really fuckin’ nice couch that you’d miss my wedding.”
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“I thought you decided on the red tie,” Bucky said from his perch on the end of the bed. Steve kept fussing with his tie in the mirror.
“But the blue tie… Sam says I look good in blue…”
“Blue suit,” Bucky reminded him.
“Right, but…”
“What about no tie?” Bucky asked, knowing full well it would annoy Steve.
“It’s my wedding day. I’m wearing a damn tie.”
Bucky smirked and Steve caught his eye in the mirror. Steve rolled his eyes and yanked the blue tie off, setting it on the vanity in front of him. Then there was a knock on the door, or at least it was supposed to be a knock, but it sounded more like somebody kicking the door with the front of their shoe.
Bucky shuffled over to the door and peered through the peep hole. “What’s the password?”
“I brought drinks,” said Natasha from the other side.
“Ding ding ding!” Bucky let Natasha into the hotel room. She had a paper cup holder with Starbucks drinks for them. Steve took his vanilla latte (the ‘fanciest’ drink he’d allow himself), Bucky got his iced coffee, and Nat got herself a tea. Steve took one sip and nearly choked. “What’s–in this?”
“I added a little… something-something,” Natasha said with the tiniest proud smile. “I’m getting the bachelor party started early.”
Steve’s phone buzzed on the countertop and Steve went to get it while Nat and Bucky went over the plans for the rest of the day (brunch, last minute shopping for the wedding, lunch even though brunch should have counted, probably nap time, then the rooftop bachelor party). “Hey, Sam,” said Steve.
Bucky glanced over because he saw Steve’s face go from delighted to devastated in less than a second. He reached out and touched Nat on the wrist and she stopped mid-sentence, then they quietly left the room together.
“Sam–it’s okay–we already got the license, you know, it’s just–a ceremony. We’re married. You have to go, it’s–don’t cry.” Steve’s voice broke just as Bucky and Nat shut the door. They crashed back against the door and mirrored each other’s stance with folded arms. Neither of them could look at each other.
“Shit,” Bucky said finally.
“I’m gonna call the venue, see if they can reschedule. Can you start calling the guests?”
“Sure. Yeah.” Bucky felt sick. “I… yeah. Hold off on calling that venue.”
“What?”
—
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Steve said as Nat held the door for him to enter the ballroom. “It’s not right without Sam here.”
“They couldn’t cancel the reservation, so we might as well try and have some fun. Everyone we invited can still make it, and you shouldn’t be alone right now. It’s like an extended bachelor party.”
“We’re missing a bachelor…” Steve balled his fists at his sides. Couldn’t even say Sam’s name without wanting to burst into tears. Nat bit down on her lip and nudged Steve with her elbow.
“I’ll get you a drink,” she said, even though they both knew it wouldn’t make a difference.
Guests started to arrive, each a little somber, and Steve couldn’t let himself feel anything but worry for Sam. The worst part was that Sam had to go on a mission and that meant danger and–
Nat shoved a glass of champagne in his hand. The party helped get his mind off of things, he supposed, and people were dancing to the live band playing old standards. “Holding up?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Just a little anxious to hear back from Sam–that he’s okay.”
Nat looked over Steve’s shoulders and smiled. “Why don’t… you ask him?”
Steve stared at Nat like she was growing a second head, then she flicked her gaze toward the doors. The world seemed to slow down as Steve turned around. Everything else faded into the background when he saw who had arrived, and like an idiot, Steve shouted: “Sam!”
Several guests heard Steve and immediately turned their attention on the big, blonde idiot that unabashedly tripped over about seven chairs (how the hell was this guy Captain America for so long?) to reach his fiancé. Sam wore a light gray suit and with the bright lights surrounding him in the entryway Steve had to touch him to know he was real.
Sam barely caught Steve as he threw himself into his arms, holding him in a tight embrace. Steve pressed his face into Sam’s neck and breathed in all of Sam–the familiar arc of his back, the softness of his skin, the easy shift of his weight to one leg. “You made it,” Steve choked out.
“I couldn’t miss our wedding, Steve. I just couldn’t.”
“But the mission–”
“Bucky is taking care of it.”
Sam was crying, and so was Steve, and neither of them gave a shit that Nat was recording this.
Steve could have started crying all over again, but he didn’t, and instead he let Nat take Sam away so they could have a mini dress rehearsal. The guests situated themselves into two groups with a middle aisle, and the band played Sam down the aisle with Steve watching through barely contained tears. Sam read his vows–which he said he wrote on the quinjet ride in–and Steve realized he forgot his vows, so he said something stupid about how he met Sam while running in DC.
Then with a final oh, shit from Natasha, they all realized Barnes had the rings.
Sam and Steve could barely contain their laughter, which was half-giggling and half-sobbing. It was decided they were definitely still happily married, and they could just get their rings later.
“So, wait,” Nat said when they were all eating cake later. “Rogers-Wilson?” Wilson-Rogers?”
Sam and Steve looked at each other. “Rogson,” said Sam.
“Ehhh. Wilgers,” Steve said, shrugging one shoulder.
Nat checked her phone. “Barnes says you have to name your firstborn after him.”
“James Buchanan Wilgers.” Steve lifted his glass.
“To James Buchanan Wilgers,” said Sam, rolling his eyes, and they toasted to the theoretical child with a truly heinous name.
Eventually Sam convinced Steve to dance with him, which turned out just about as disastrous as everybody thought it would. They ended the night with a slow dance, and Steve couldn’t have been happier to have his husband in his arms while the band played Glenn Miller.
“This is corny,” Sam whispered at him.
“Let me have this!”
“All right, all right.” Sam leaned in and their foreheads touched. “At least you know how to dance like this, old man.”
Steve folded in his lips and, for once, the term of endearment made him blush. “I love you, too.”
So I just spent the past 20 mins reading your whole face discourse tag cause I was trying to figure out what The Face was. And I just, I never realized that The Face was a thing, but I think I knew subconsciously. And I realized that I had this ability to just know when someone has The Face. I want to thank you for awakening my super power. ALSO, seb stan has the face 100%
Part one: Okay, let's talk about Steven and Samuel for a moment. Recently I have learned to warm up to these two because I am now finally realizing how well they compliment each other. Idk if this counts, but I just feel like Steve would be the most devoted boyfriend/husband to Sam. Because I feel like Steve would feel that Sam had been there for him through so much and has never turned his back on Steve
[Part two: And Steve would want to spend every waking moment showing the man he loves how much he adores and appreciates him. Steve would bring Sam his favorite flowers just because and rub Sam’s feet after a long day. Steve would just stare at Sam sometimes and wonder how he has gotten so lucky to have this man in his life. Steve would always want to be touching Sam, caressing him, showering him with affection and devotion. But I digress.]
*CRACKS KNUCKLES* WHOO yes okay leh we go. Firstable whaaaat “recently I have learned to warm up to these two” binch they are the truth and the light and the way WELCOME TO THE CREEPILY DEVOTED SAMSTEVE CULT :3Steven Grant would be Tew Much and Sam would mostly like… put up with it because he’s a chill guy, but rly he’s into it. He’s always like “What you lookin at Rogers” when Steve be getting all sappy and Steve’s like “Nothing, just you” and Sam rolls his eyes but you can rest assured that if he stopped Sam would be like “I’m not saying you don’t love me but I just think it’s funny how…” Sam always rolls his eyes when his man be all up on him in public but he always holds his hand and casually leans into his touches and unthinkingly calls him ‘baby’ in front of Fury and God themselves and I am in flames now B Y E
Also, slight head canon about Sam actually being a really powerful and wise being with insane powers but never telling anyone because he didn't want to overshadow the others and can't interfere with the events of what happens (he has the power to) because if he does it will change everything And this makes him feel so bad because he could have stopped so many bad things from happening
D A M N that’s some heavy shit. Sam can’t fucking believe he sees Steve on that fateful day because he knew how that story was supposed to end-- and it did end that way, with a heroic self-sacrifice that left Sam aching with sorrow for the man that he saw on the newsreels back in New Yorkbut he had to let it happen.Decades passed, he moved, kept a low profile (had to, he never aged), did what he could to help othersRiley’s death knocked him on his ass because he didn’t see it coming. He can’t see or influence things that directly affect him.When he hears ‘On your left’ it doesn’t mean anything, just a silly jock teasing him. But when he meets him, pretending to wheeze for breathand he realizes who it isHe feels sick to his stomach and excited all at once. He’d thought the man’s story ended when he went into the ice. What he couldn’t have seen was that his life was on a direct course with his own, and now he has no idea where it’s leading. Come fuck me up with ya headcanons!
I saw that it was your birthday today, and today is my birthday too! I hope your birthday is wonderful and full of lots of love and joy ❤️
YES! I couldn’t remember your url exactly, I was going to say ‘happy birthday’ to you, too!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Two years ago, when I posted that wishlist, after my roommate moved out, I think you got me a toaster! That toaster was a casualty of my kitchen flooding, sad to report. BUT I got another one just like it!
What’s the Best Piece of Advice You Ever Received? Probably from my Uncle before he passed away, he told me to always do what makes me happy, don’t listen to people being negative, as long as you’re happy that’s all that matters
When’s the Last Time You Followed Your Instincts? Erm….I don’t know haha
What’s Your Favourite Food? Dairy Free Double Chocolate Chip Muffins
What’s Your Secret Dream?That V loves me back…but I honestly don’t believe that will ever come true :/
