#freebird samsteve

[pansexual-chocolate]

love finds a way

[badartmada]

Title: Happy Birthday Steve! 🎊

Square: AC1057 || N3 - Free Space & MRP-068 || N3 - Free Space

Summary: Celebrating the birthday boy

For: Steve!!! but also for @allcapsbingo & @marvelrarepairbingo

[michsmeesh]

sometimes you just need to draw those stupid self-sacrificing bastards for the mental health and then proceed to hate it an hour later

anyway i'm love them

>>check out my commissions while you're here<<

[ironhusband]

I wish you would write a fic where... sam and rhodey complain abt their dumbass boyfriends who don't take care of themselves (but instead of sambucky its samsteve 👀)

Well, I do love that samsteve-rhodeytony solidarity. Sam and Rhodey are still complaining about their dumbass boyfriends, but Tony and Steve are both retired in this world, so they're better at taking care of themselves. I hope you like it!

~~~

Rhodey would never, ever admit it, but he loved being an Avenger more than anything.

Of course, being War Machine in itself was a dream come true, that some days he couldn't believe he was living. All of his life he wanted to help people. He wanted to be an inspiration for others. And he wanted to fly. The fact he could do all three of those things at once, while being a goddamn superhero.... it was unimaginable.

But the Avengers were family. Goddamnit, no matter how much he sometimes hated them, no matter what they went through, no matter how impossible and conflicting and sometimes stupid they were.... they were his friends. They were the people he felt most comfortable with. They were his home, finally.

After many of the original six retired, and the additions were scattered to the wind, it seemed the Avengers were over, and Rhodey was never more tempted to give in to Tony's sex bribes and retire.

And then Sam asked him if he wanted to co-lead the Avengers with him.

Of course he said yes.

~~~

“Looking good, Kamala!” Sam shouted at the new recruits, watching as they trained. Riri, Miles and Kamala all had different struggles with their new super identity. This fight was meant to make them step out of their comfort zone and try new things. Miles was meant to use his powers strategically in a safe environment, rather than when he felt he had to. Riri needed to step up her hand-to-hand combat, learning to not be helpless without any tech around. Kamala was meant to try and be on defense more than offense, so her healing powers wouldn’t screw with her regular powers. Kamala in particular, did good in that moment by maneuvering her and Riri out of the way of a blow, going for defense for them both. 

“They’re really strong, right?” Rhodey told Sam, searching for his input as his fellow team leader nodded, “they’re so good at this superhero gig, in addition to be so passionate and driven about it... they’d make great Avengers.” 

"But...?” Sam prompted. 

Rhodey raised an eyebrow at him, “you know what’s the but, Sam.” 

He sighed. “You want to wait until they’re eighteen,” Sam stated. 

Rhodey hummed in confirmation. 

“It's a different world we live in, Rhodey,” Sam begun, classic Captain America speech in hand, “these kids don’t have a choice like we did. Miles and Kamala will always be superpowered.” 

Rhodey scoffed. Sam was right. But it isn’t mean they had to fight. They would just... have to be different. “What about Riri, then?” he asked.

Sam raised his hands in surrender, “take it up with your husband.” 

Well. He did have a point there. “A lost cause,” Rhodey groaned, “I remember how great it went when you tried to talk with Steve about you being Captain America.” 

Sam grimaced. “Yeah.... at least you got off being Iron Man.” 

Rhodey shook his head decisively, “no way. I’m War Machine, bitch.” 

Sam laughed. “We sure picked two annoying ass boyfriends, huh?” 

Rhodey smiled fondly, “and we wouldn’t trade them for the world.” 

“Hear, hear.” 

~~~

It started happening more after that conversation. Just small complaints about their husbands; from Tony trying to better the dishwater and ruining it, to Steve forgetting how strong he is and breaking a window. Sometimes they’d catch each other up on Steve and Tony’s weird PTA feud, because both Riley and Lila now went to the same school. It was nice to talk to someone who got what it was like to have a retired superhero husband, who were extremely bad at being retired. Maybe they should add Laura Barton to the group chat. 

~~~

“No way!” 

“I swear to god!” Sam said, “he was teaching her how to throw the shield. Her tiny eight-year-olds hands on my shield.” 

“Did she... do well?” 

“No, dude, she’s eight.” 

Rhodey laughed, “Tony does that all the time with Lila. She always asks to be taken to the workshop. She’s nine. She should be... I don’t know, running around the playground.” 

Sam shook his head, “maybe having kids with these maniacs was a mistake.” 

Rhodey shrugged, “it probably was... but they’re pretty good dads.” 

~~~

Rhodey: Tony impulsively bought Lila her condo for college while we went out for one drink. 

Sam: it says something that I don’t even think you’re making this up. Where???

Rhodey: Boston, of course. 

Sam: what if she doesn’t go to MIT? 

Rhodey: don’t try to understand the logic of Tony Stark. 

Sam: is he trying to take it back?

Rhodey: no. 

Sam: how come???

Rhodey: because, quote unquote “if she’s anything like me, she’ll need it soon.” 

Sam: stop. 

~~~

“So his new hobby is....” 

“Knitting. Yeah.” 

“And you’re afraid to tell him he’s horrible at it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Tony had that phase once,” Rhodey said, thoughtfully, “he tried to learn guitar.” 

Sam winced, “that must have gone awful.” 

“Oh yeah,” Rhodey confirmed, “but eventually, I told him to practice in the workshop because I couldn’t handle the noise and he dropped it. Got distracted by shiny tech.” 

“So you’re saying I should lock him in a room with an easel?” 

“I’m saying you’re on your own for this one.” 

Sam threw chips at him.  

~~~

Tony called for a truce on a Friday afternoon through a text message, asking Steve to meet him for lunch. 

This isn’t war, Tony. No need for a truce, Steve texted, also why?

You’ll see. 

“Our husbands are talking about us behind our backs,” Tony announced, sliding across the table the evidence - a screenshot of a group chat titled ‘I love my husband but-’. 

Steve glanced at the photo, “and?” 

[st4rking]

r!63 sketches ft. Science Bros (sis?) and SamSteve I just personally know female steve would design Sam's super suit to show off her muscles.

[darthbloodorange]

Sam and Steve fucking over the Billiard table in Avengers Tower.

For the: ✦ @samwilsonbingo prompt “Avengers Tower” [Card 1; #O3]; Card: 21

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Billiards Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson Warnings: Sexual Content Major Tags: Pool & Billiards, Bottom Sam Wilson, Top Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Sam and Steve fucking over the Billiard table in Avengers Tower.

[anonlov3]

hello, I’m anonlove,

sending little notes of love to creators in hopes of making their day and making the dash a better place!

if you would like a note for yourself or someone else, send a message or tag me!

all my love forever <3

[xnovamore]

Forever and a Day

My gift for the Samsteve Gift Exchange for Chilibabie07 who requested domestic fluff. Thanks to the hosts for organizing this great event @samstevesmallgifts!

Summary: There has been a spark lying dormant underneath Sam’s skin from the day he was born. He had gone through his life never knowing it was there, until a whispered confession after a bad mission set it ablaze. Like a hungry fire, it soared through Sam destroying everything he ever thought about love, promises, and the concept of forever.

-

Sam brought their hands up to his lips to brush a kiss onto Steve’s knuckles. “Steve, marry me.”

A blush crept up Steve’s neck filling his cheeks before he ducks his head down to hide it. “Sam, were engaged.”

“I know,” Sam shrugged. “So, marry me.”

Read on Ao3

There has been a spark lying dormant underneath Sam’s skin from the day his was born. He had gone through his life never knowing it was there until a whispered confession after a bad mission set it ablaze. Like a hungry fire, it soared through Sam destroying everything he ever thought about love, promises, and the concept of forever.

Suddenly, forever just wasn’t long enough.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock”

Laying between the partly drooled upon pillow and the heavy knitted comforter, Sam’s foot twitches out and kicks into the empty space in the bed.

“Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring”

His lips twitch and his head buries slightly more into the stolen pillow hiding his ears from the rest of the room.

“Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square

In the frosty airrr!”

Sam’s arm shots out and the pillow swings out of his grasp to collide in his fiancé’s face. A loud laugh ringing into the air has Sam lifting his head to meet Steve’s grinning face, baby blue pillow clenched in his big hands. Despite himself, Sam couldn’t fight the smile coming at the sight of him.

“I thought we agreed no pracin’ until the sun’s high in the sky.”

“Ohh,” Steve teases. He crawls back onto the bed on all fours keeping those beautiful eyes locked on Sam’s. The familiar heat builds in the pit of his stomach as Steve slowly moves closer and closer until their lips are brushing. “Bet I can change your mind.”

“Hmm,” unable to resist, Sam grabs his chin and pulls their lips together. The break together once for him to whisper, “I bet you can” before their rejoined once more. Kissing Steve has always been one of his favorite past times ever since the super solider blurted out his clumsy attempt at a love confession after a near fatal mission 2 years prior. Sam had kissed a lot of people in his life, but none had felt quite like this. When he and Steve kissed it felt like an explosion erupting beneath his skin and rushing through his veins until not even the cold December air pumping in through slightly cracked window was able to smother its heat.

Suddenly overwhelmed, Sam pulled back and buried his face into Steve’s shoulder. He took a few long slow breaths in and out memorizing Steve’s scent as his lover’s arms circled around his waist pulling them even closer. “Steve,” Sam whispers into the small space between their bodies.

“Sam.” Steve responds as if his name was both an answer and a prayer.

Sam places a small kiss onto Steve’s neck, right where the scar from the incident that almost separated them permanently once laid. The mark may be gone, but its memory always stays with Sam. Reminds him to embrace this love he has for Steve during every moment for every day. “Merry Christmas baby.”

He doesn’t need to see Steve’s face to feel his smile.

~

The wind blew heavy against the windows as Sam sips his hot chocolate. Steve’s humming as he bounces around the kitchen taking his job as ‘Sam’s cookies assistant’ seriously. After years of holiday baking, they have easily fallen into the routine of Sam handling the preparation and Steve taking care of decorating and cleaning up. Sam could wait in their living room until his lover is finished, maybe go find a movie for them to snuggle too, but something is keeping his feet planted there. Frosting spilled all over his silly Captain America themed apron (a birthday gift from Sam’s nephew Jody that Steve still denies tearing up about) did nothing to dim the light Steve carried throughout their kitchen. There was little sunlight coming from their windows as the heavy forecast of snow blanketing the town blocked its beam, yet their house still glowed as if the sun decided to kiss them personally. Steve’s smile as he created icicles on top of their sugar cookies chased away the coldness of the snowstorm outside and instead filled the air with the same warmth as his kiss. Steve was a spark unfazed by any outside elements that never failed to ignite Sam just by being in the same room as him.

Sam couldn’t never get enough of it. He wanted that spark, that warmth forever.

“Sam? Is everything alright?” Sam didn’t even notice Steve moving until those frosting covered hands were reaching out to take his.

Sam brought their hands up to his lips to brush a kiss onto Steve’s knuckles. “Steve, marry me.”

A blush crept up Steve’s neck filling his cheeks before he ducks his head down to hide it. “Sam, were engaged.”

“I know,” Sam shrugged. “So, marry me.”

That finally got Steve to look at him again. Blush staining his cheeks as he stared back at Sam in confusion. “Today?”

“Right now.” Sam brought their hands up again admiring the way their engagement bands complimented each other. “I don’t want to wait anymore Steve. I want this for as long as forever will last.”

“You have me forever. For forever and a day Sam, I’m yours.”

There has been a spark lying dormant underneath Sam’s skin from the day his was born. With every relationship and experience he had, that spark remained untouched. Until Steve. Steve reached a part of him that no one else has and set that spark ablaze leaving it to burn through Sam’s skin every time he’s near. As their embrace warms the cold Christmas air, Sam knows the love they have will last longer than forever.

[cheeniart]

Heaven in your heart, there's a softness to your touch - Heartbeat, Raveena

happy valentine's day!

[stevengrantshubby]

did an omegaverse samsteve

[marvelundercover]

Title: everytime you smile I feel tremors in my heart Pairings/Characters: Sam/Steve Rating: T Wordcount: 3076 Prompt #: S44 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Steve finds himself immersed in Sam's music collection. Turns out he and teenaged Sam have a lot in common.

Can a box of mixtapes, an old crush and a handful of tootsie rolls bring our boys together? (yes.)

Read it here! 

[samstevesmallgifts]

SamSteve Anniversary Week: March 29 – April 4, 2020

Welcome to the 2020 SamSteve Anniversary Week, where fans of Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers’ relationship celebrate the anniversary of that first “on your left” (4 April, release date of CA:CW). Run by the SamSteve Small Gifts mods, this is a relaxed event for any and all types of fanworks, with no minimum requirements and no stress.

How It Works

Your friendly SSSG mods will provide a week’s worth of themes to inspire SamSteve creations. Anyone is welcome to create content based on any prompt. During the week leading up to Sam & Steve’s anniversary (29 March - 4 April) creations may be posted to our Tumblr, Dreamwidth, and AO3 Collection. 

General Guidelines

There aren’t many! We won’t have check-ins or sign-ups, simply post your submission during the week. The daily prompts are a suggestion to get your creativity going, but you don’t have to post your work based on the prompt schedule.

Fanworks of any size in any medium are welcome. Fic, digital art, traditional art, podfic, moodboards, remixes, vids, playlists, headcanons, songs, poems, interpretive dance — anything and everything is welcome! We do ask that all submissions are newly created for this fest and have not been shared previously.

Content Guidelines

All creations should be focused on SamSteve in a romantic or queerplatonic relationship. This is an anniversary celebration, after all!

Side pairings are fine, polyamory is fine, but SamSteve is the focus of this event and therefore should not be sidelined so that another ship can have the spotlight.

No graphic HTP, sympathetically portrayed Hydra other Nazi analogues, or romantically portrayed non-con.

No sexual relationships between adult and minor characters.

Please be mindful in portraying characters of color respectfully and avoid perpetrating anti-Black stereotypes or tropes (check out this awesome resource page from the @samwilsonbirthdaybang​ for more info.)

All content should be tagged appropriately and thoroughly. 

Prompts:

Day 1 (March 29): Non-Serumed Steve Rogers Day 2: (March 30): Captain America Sam Wilson Day 3 (March 31): Hurt/Comfort Day 4 (April 1): Kidfic/Married Day 5 (April 2): No Powers AU Day 6 (April 3): Fantasy/Magical AU Day 7 (April 4): Meet-Cute

Need more inspiration? No problem! We’ll be posting ideas throughout the month of March with more detailed prompt suggestions pulled from the mods’ imaginations. 

Have some inspiration you’d like to share? Awesome! Feel free to submit your own inspo posts to get people’s creative juices flowing.

FAQ

Who are the mods for this event? Your friendly mods are @samstevebuckyhq​ and @mrsd-writes​

Do the creations need to be focused on the celebration of an anniversary? Not necessarily, no. Sam and Steve can be in any stage of their relationship. The anniversary celebration is for us, not them!

Do we have to share our creations on the same day as the suggested prompt we’ve followed? Nope, you can post any content at any time during the week (29 March - 4 April).

Can we create something that doesn’t fit any of the suggested prompts? Absolutely! The prompts are for inspiration only, they are not mandatory.

Are we required to create something for each day of prompting? No, you can create as many or as few fanworks as you like.

Are there any age restrictions? No, but we do ask that if you are under 18, please keep your creations no spicier than T-rated.

I have another question! We’d love to hear from you, please send us an ask on Tumblr or Dreamwidth.

[ironhusband]

Code Red

“Steve, we have a code red,” Tony said as he strolled into Steve's room in the compound.

Steve jumped to his feet, ready for action. Tony was technically retired, although Rhodey kept promising them that Tony was just taking a break, and it’s been a while since Tony walked in unannounced to Steve’s room and decided to take some of his time. But Steve wasn’t going to question if Tony was ready to be back in the suit if he decided to do so because of an imminent threat. Steve wouldn’t waste time on Tony’s retirement (and the correct codenames to use) if there was a danger to face. “What is it?”

“Sam and Rhodey are friends,” and Tony collapsed into a chair as if the world was ending.

Steve gaped at him and slowly sat down, “what?”

Tony rolled his eyes, as if Steve was the one worth eye rolling here. “Your boyfriend,” Tony pointed to Steve, “and my husband,” Tony pointed to himself, “are friends,” he stressed the last word slowly and interlaced his hands together as a sign of their friendship.

Steve rolled his eyes in response to Tony infantilizing him. “Yeah, I know. I am the team leader and they’re under my training, remember? I don’t see why that’s a code red.”

Tony gasped, shocked, “he doesn’t see the code red! Doesn’t see- The problem is, we’re both dating them and that now they’re friends, we will have to go on a double date. It’s only a matter of time before they ask for one.”

“So?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“So?!” Tony bristled, frustrated by Steve’s lack of understanding, “we’ll all have to go together as a group and talk and whatever they do on double dates. And who knows where that can go? Wine tasting, clubbing, horseback riding! Game night, even!”

Steve frowned. He was starting to see the problem a little more but was still clueless. Tony liked wine tasting and clubbing. He’d seen several articles of him doing just that. Why would he mind that? “Can we just go to dinner or something?”

Tony sighed, exasperated, “Steve. The issue is not what we do. The issue is that you and I will have to get along.”

Then it hit Steve like a slap to the face. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Tony seemed satisfied that Steve finally got it, but despaired at the idea of having to hang out with him, “oh.”

Read the rest on AO3 

[honestlyfrance]

SamSteve for No. 23 for the One Word Writing prompt! Good luck x

Steve Rogers never knew that he could fall in love, have that sliver of mercy everyone else was having, a buffet for them and a spoon for him — that weight of standard was almost abuse for him, oppression maybe, but it was a painful dread that loomed over him until reincarnation.

Oh, but Sam Wilson's love was a gentle platter of goodness and Steve made sure to eat it like a starved man — compliments to the chef — all of the compliments and adoration for Sam. His heart bursted at the seams and he laid that for Sam to feast upon, but that's not love, that's not how all of this goes, Steven. Steve knew what falling in love meant now: it meant loving Sam.

send a word, I'll make a poem

[darthbloodorange]

“ I N   T H E S E   M O M E N T S ”

Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson Warnings: None Major Tags: Modern: No Powers AU, Musician Sam Wilson, Actor Steve Rogers, Secret Relationship, Hotels, Fluff Word count: 300 - Triple Drabble + Art

Summery: Steve sneaks into a hotel to see Sam.

✦ Gift for @thundercakes22​​ as part of the @samstevesmallgifts​ 💝 ! Happy Holidays ! 🎁

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Steve glances over his shoulder as he slips into the alleyway behind the hotel. He walks down the path quickly towards the service door, letting out a relieved breath when he finds the door unlocked. The worker he’d paid had pulled through.

He pulls out his phone to confirm the directions the worker had given him. Holding his breath, he sets out through the door to the right.

At every noise his blood ran cold and his heart crawled up into his throat. The last thing he’d wanted was to get caught. The press would have a field day.

The anxious voice in his head tells him to turn back, to get out of there. But he doesn’t listen to it. He steals his convictions with thoughts of the reason he was doing this in the first place.

Sam.

It had been so long since he’d been able to see Sam in person. Between a film and Sam’s latest album tour, they hadn’t been able to meet up in over a month. While he loved video calling with Sam, he’d been desperately missing holding him in his arms.

And in a few short moments, he’d be able to do just that.

Steve walks briskly up a hall, reading each doorplate as he goes until he reaches Sam’s. He knocks twice on the door, and within moments the door is pulled open.

“Took you long enough,” Sam says, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him close.

Steve wraps himself around Sam, letting the tension leave his body now that he was finally here, right where he wanted to be. “I missed you,” he whispers, resting his forehead against Sam’s, feeling happy and content.

“I missed you too.” Sam says, smiling up at him. “C’mere.”

Steve leans in, kissing Sam softly.

[uhsolikethis]

This is probably going to be the dumbest thing i ever said but it needs to be said.

What is with all of these fics of Sam complimenting Steve's ass? Like??? Are we looking at the same back?? Are we talking about the comics? There is nothing there! Nada. There is no cake there. No type of dessert at all, I mean, like, maybe a homemade crepe. But I'm talking about a crepe with no filing, no stuffing, just powder sugar...MAYBE. This needs to end!! How are people gonna have Sam with the Hostess cakes cheeks admire Steve's Wheat Thins lower back side??? It's just not right and needed to be said.