#sambucky brain rot

[literallywhatdoyouwantfromme]

[zscribs]

traditional sketches of the old men🫡

[phantom-of-the-501st]

I'm just going to add a couple of my own thoughts here because I both agree and disagree.

The first thing is that yes, I agree that The Avengers were more like friends than family. Outside of a couple of close bonds, they definitely gave off the "coworkers who are sometimes also friends" vibe and I wouldn't consider it (as a whole) a found family dynamic.

However, where I begin to disagree with this is the Sam and Bucky side of things. The first is that I don't think that their dynamic in particular can be grouped with the overall Avengers relationship. There is some overlap with Steve and Sam who are both friends with each other and with The Avengers, but Bucky has always been on the outside of that. It's a bit like a Venn diagram where Steve and Sam overlap with the Avengers but overall the Steve-Sam-Bucky triangle exists in it's own circle.

The second thing is that, for me, Sam is the closest thing that Bucky has to a family, and that's including the Thunderbolts. That's not to say that Bucky hasn't found a family with that group, but to say that he hasn't found one with Sam feels a bit like it's missing a big step in their relationship.

Yes, Steve was the focus of their relationship for a long time, and still remains a connection between the two of them, but I think that calling him the focus now ignores the expansion of their relationship beyond that. Sam and Bucky certainly weren't close friends before or immediately after Steve's departure. Sam kept in touch with Bucky (whether the latter was ignoring his messages or not) because he knew how much he meant to Steve and was going to keep an eye on him out of respect for his friend. But eventually they came together through that mutual loss. They weren't necessarily close, but they helped each other out: Sam helped Bucky with his PTSD and Bucky helped Sam understand that he was capable of becoming the new Captain America. Through that, they became friends, but I don't think it just stayed as that.

Sam invites Bucky into his inner circle, introduces him to his family, his friends, his community. Bucky helps Sam fix the boat, and Sam invites Bucky to the community cook out. Yes, they are friends, but also, this is the closest thing to a family that Bucky has had in a long time. Sam specifically makes an effort to embrace Bucky within that community and that's more, as far as we are aware, than he has done with many of the other people he has known.

And then we get to Brave New World. The scene is only a couple of minutes between them, but I think it says a lot. Yes, they are still helping each other out through a therapy perspective, but there are two lines that really highlight just how close they have gotten.

"Thank you, Buck." and "I love you, buddy."

Bucky had specifically told Sam that he couldn't call him Buck, that they weren't close enough for that. Even by the end of FATWS he wasn't calling him Buck. But he is now, and it's clearly not the first time that he has done so. Similarly, the only person that Bucky has said "I love you" to is Steve (not through those words specifically, but "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" effectively means the same thing) and I wouldn't have counted on him being that comfortable with Sam at the end of FATWS. In the time between, these two have definitely become close. I would qualify their dynamic as one of family because of how their relationship has changed with one another. Yes, Steve was once the cornerstone, and still remains a large part, of their dynamic, but their relationship has grown into its own thing around that and they are far more comfortable and open with each other than they have been with most other people we have seen him with.

And, honestly, I'd argue that Bucky is still closer to Sam than he is to the Thunderbolts. Once again, that is not to say that Bucky hasn't found a family with them, but I wouldn't count it as the first family he has had post-Hydra. Sure, he and Sam don't appear to be on the best of terms right now, but I can guarantee that those two still consider each other family, or at least something close to it. To me, Bucky feels like an older brother within the Thunderbolts, someone who is going to make sure that he does his best to protect and support them. But I also believe that he would be just as supportive and protective of Sam because we've seen it.

Yes, I certainly think that Sam and Bucky are friends, but I also believe they are family on top of that. Sam and his community were the closest thing that Bucky had had to a home outside of Wakanda and, in my opinion, he seemed (and still seems) more comfortable with them than with the Thunderbolts (rough patch in the relationship put aside for the time being).

I hope this got my point across. I rambled for far longer than I was planning to. Oops. 😅

The Avengers aren't friends or family. There are individual duos that might be, but as a group, no. That is why I am not all up in arms about Bucky being part of the group against Sam's wishes. Do I enjoy their dynamic? Yes, it's great. But the focus of their relationship has always been Steve, and even with some great moments between them, they are friends and therapists to each other,not family.

In a single movie, the Thunderbolts were more of a family to each other than The Avengers ever were. But the Avengers are "friends from work" and that is ok.

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons Sambucky tell the lawyers why they’re getting divorced:

1. Bucky is a traitor who teamed up with JOHN WALKER and is now in a team called the “New AVENGERS” despite the fact Sam was LITERALLY MAKING AN AVENGERS TEAM.

2. Bucky won’t let Sam use his AARP benefits.

3. Sam snores.

4. Bucky has taken to using brain rot slang to get back at Sam for mocking his “old timey” speak.

5. Sam never buys the right FUCKING CONDITIONER THAT BUCKY NEEDS.

6. Whenever Bucky borrows a fancy suit for an event it ends up covered in food.

7. Sam is still hesitant to let Bucky touch a steering wheel after “last time.”

8. Bucky doesn’t wear a FUCKING HELMET

9. Every time Bucky opens a water bottle, lifts something slightly heavy, STRETCHES, Sam says “mmmh big man.”

10. Bucky keeps taking up the whole ass dishwasher with his FUCKING ARM when there are NO CLEAN SPOONS LEFT.

11. When Bucky borrows Sam’s shirts he sometimes rips the left sleeve off, and then when Sam gets it back his arm gets cold.

12. Bucky doesn’t LOVE Marvin Gaye.

13. Sam dared Bucky to run for Congress… and then Bucky WON.

14. They have differing opinions on if the milk or cereal goes in first.

15. Sam has said he’s “not really” a cat person.

[abarbaricyalp]

If you’re still taking mini fic prompts, I’d love to see your take on “things you said while we were driving” for Sambucky!

Hi!!! The temptation to make this a Twisters au was so great but, no, it's a minific, have some self control

From this ask meme

The drive from DC to Delacroix was somewhere between 16 and 19 hours, depending on how badly they were tearing up the road along the way and what time of day it was. Bucky could usually get it down to fifteen or even fourteen, if it was dark and he had a scanner running. Still, it was always easier to fly.

But, between the way him and Sam looked at the moment, the fact that the wings and shield weren't exactly checked items, and they were ferrying some suspect files, some kind of liquid the color of hell rot, and something called a landshark, the plane wasn't really a viable option.

So they had dragged themselves out of a safe house, argued about who got to drive, and set off. (Sam had lost. His left arm was broken in two places and he had a cast and brace on, two new pieces of metal in the bone) (Bucky had made a joke that now they matched and waved his left arm around, to make Sam smile. It had the opposite effect, with Sam scowling and ignoring him for the first hour of the drive) (Sam was a terrible patient)

At some point, he'd shoved his face against the window, trying to sleep, and Bucky had nearly veered off the road in his haste to stop the truck. "You can't do that," he fussed as he dug out a coat from the back seat. The landshark creature growled at him when Bucky accidentally smacked its side. "You have a concussion."

"I'm fine," Sam groaned. "You're not gonna bruise my brain any more by hitting a pothole."

Bucky still shoved the coat at Sam, balled up and ready for use. Grudgingly, Sam used it as a pillow against the window and tried to lay his head back down.

A few minutes later, the landshark climbed over the console and took up residence in Sam's lap to join in on the nap. Typical, Sam was a friend to animals everywhere. It would track that even the fake ones would like him.

They slept for four hours straight, Bucky reaching over to rub the back of Sam's neck every half hour. Sam still woke up with a crick in it.

"Almost halfway there," Bucky told him as he stretched and the landshark climbed back into the backseat with their gear and bags.

"Let me have a shift," Sam muttered. He rubbed his eyes, squinted out the windshield, then rubbed them again.

"Yeah, you seem like you're in great shape for it," Bucky agreed sarcastically. "This is hardly the longest I've been up for. I'm fine."

"It's getting dark," Sam argued. "We should stop for food at least. You need to stretch."

"You're forgetting who you're dealing with."

"Maybe you're forgetting who you are. You don't have to push yourself to the brink all the time."

"But you ought to use that broken arm and concussion instead?"

Sam shrugged, then grimaced when it obviously jostled his shoulder. Bucky made a noise without looking over again.

"You're gonna exhaust yourself," he muttered.

"And there's a beach chair with my name on it at the end of this, so I'll recover quickly."

"It does not have your name on it," Sam grumbled. "It literally has my name carved in the arm."

Bucky knew that. He'd traced the old, worn letters many times. "I could add my name," he suggested.

"Don't you dare. That's my chair."

The landshark made a reappearance before Bucky could really neddle in. It sat on the center console and kept looking between the both of them. Sam put his hand on its head, having to move his whole casted arm to do it.

"Can you pet a shark?" he asked.

"One direction, yeah. Don't drag your hand up from its tail."

"Why not? Aren't sharks smooth?"

"Wilson, I swear to God--"

Sam squeezed the inside of Bucky's thigh. He had to use his right arm to reach, which meant he'd had to turn in his seat some. If Bucky's alertness had flagged any (it hadn't) he was certainly fully awake now. He kept his eyes very firmly on the road.

"Relax, old man, I was just messing with you."

Sam probably would've kept his hand on Bucky’s leg for a while longer, except that he was turned in his seat. He let go and raised both arms enough for the landshark to get back into his lap.

"Are you hungry?" Bucky asked eventually.

"Yeah, I could eat," Sam answered, which meant they had about twenty minutes to get food in him before he got snippy.

Bucky passed over his phone (he had all the routes to Delacroix memorized but he liked to know about construction) and told Sam to find some place.

Sam chose some burger joint eight miles down the road and passed the phone back. He turned his attention back to the window, rolling it down and putting his hand out into the warm night air. He rested his chin on his bicep as he glided his hand through the air currents.

Bucky watched him, the one singular, focused spot against a blurry background of stars and trees. Sam was usually his one focused spot in a world that seemed to be nothing but tumbling, out of control speeding blurs, so that was nothing new.

But the moonlight and scarce freeway lights splashed across Sam's face, and the idle way he kept trying to pet the creature in his lap without moving his arm, and the quiet concentration he'd fallen into were all very overwhelming.

He'd meant to say, 'put your arm back in the car before you lop it off on an exit sign.' What he actually said, breathy and endeared, was, "I'm so in love with you."

Sam startled upright and he pulled his arm back into the truck, so at least that part worked. "What?" he asked.

The creature in his lap was annoyed by the sudden movement, but it just turned in one circle and laid back down in the other direction.

Bucky's face felt like it was on fire. It was definitely hotter than the air coming in from outside. Hell, he was blushing so bad, he was beginning to feel it in his left arm. "Whatever, you should know," he mumbled. It's not like he could take the words back out of the air or pretend he'd said something else. Those were pretty distinct words.

Sam didn't respond right away. Bucky very much so considered jumping out of the cab.

The exit for the burger place came up and he took it without really thinking about it, or really anything that wasn't the shocked span of Sam's eyes.

When Sam did say something, it was, "Don't rip the steering wheel out."

"What?" Bucky asked in exasperation.

"Your knuckles are so white, I thought it was bone. Relax your hands."

Bucky did. The material of the steering wheel creaked with the release. "One day, you're gonna stop thinking that joke's funny."

"You said you loved me," Sam countered. And he definitely meant it as a counter argument.

"It should've been obvious."

Sam startled a little again, like a violent shiver. "How long should it have been obvious for?"

Bucky shrugged. "I dunno. Obvious? Since Latvia, at least."

"Latvia?" Sam half shouted, strangled. The landshark vacated his lap. "We didn't start... dating or whatever for months after that! What do you mean, since Latvia?"

Bucky shrugged again, felt his fingers tighten around the wheel once more. "I don't know, Sam. I haven't been hiding it."

"Oh, bullshit!" Sam argued. "You disappeared right after that again."

Bucky's jaw tightened. There was no argument for that. He had. "I didn't know what to do with it. How to hold it, where to put it, how to show it. It's been a long time. And you're... It felt like diving straight into the ocean. The deep part of it. And I've been learning how to swim in the middle of a hurricane ever since."

Again, Sam didn't immediately reply. Bucky was beginning to hate that. The burger joint came up from between a thick line of trees and Bucky almost missed it, but the parking lot was long enough that he could pull into the far side of it. He killed the engine and tried to dash out of the car. This would be less painful than jumping out on the freeway.

Sam nabbed his sleeve before he could grab the door and Bucky froze because Sam was using his left hand. The last thing Bucky needed to do was aggravate his splints.

"Don't run away again," he said.

"We're literally going into the same diner," Bucky pointed out, playing at dumb because that was easier than accepting Sam's metaphor.

Sam just stared at him. For a man with as many injuries as he was sporting, his face was remarkably clear. Bucky was the one who looked like he'd gone three rounds with a rock 'em sock 'em robot. There was one gash across Sam's eyebrow and his nose was a little swollen, plus the bruise at his temple that made Bucky's heart stop every time he thought it had changed shape. But he was still perfectly Sam. Still staring at Bucky, waiting for him to respond like an adult.

"I'm not running away," he breathed finally. "You're the one who looks like he's ready to bolt."

"I'm not bolting," Sam said. He let go of Bucky's sleeve, but took his hand before Bucky could go for the door again. "But don't drop that on me in the middle of a seventeen hour drive while I'm concussed and on pain meds."

"You do need to take more meds," Bucky said.

Sam looked unimpressed.

"I'm not gonna be sorry for loving you," Bucky added. "I'm not apologizing for saying it. But... don't tell Sarah that I did and you didn't like it."

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

"Sam," Bucky sighed, his turn with the unimpressed eyes.

"I didn't. I just...wasn't expecting it."

Bucky squeezed Sam's hand and let go of it, finally shoving open the door. "We should get something for your new friend. What do they even eat? License plates?" he asked, stalling and distracting as he got out.

Sam sighed from inside the cab, but he followed Bucky out of the truck. "I'm sure a few extra burgers will do the job."

Bucky scrubbed at his face, willing his blush to go away or for any of the bruises that still pulsed beneath his skin to hide it. He looked up at the sky, the stars so damn bright in the middle of Fuckall, North or South Carolina. And for just a second, they were still and warm and Sam was the blur in front of him.

But Sam grabbed his sleeve again and pulled him onto the porch of the diner. The stars tilted away as Sam put two fingers to Bucky's jaw and kissed him.

[bastianfruit]

Brain rotted so bad I convinced a person who’s never written sambucky before to write a sambucky au

[gayjoshrusso]

okay i just watched the sambucky scene and im !!!!!!!!! what if….what if i abandoned all my wips and got back into the sambucky brain rot

SAMBUCKY! SAMBUCKY! SAMBUCKY!

(but also like please don't stop writing! you're so good at it!!)

[vixirll]

my brain is so rotted. i had a dream about sambucky today. it felt like a fr sambucky fanfic like i had the dream through bucky’s eyes😭😭 it was cute tho but like bro why am i having dreams ab them.

it was really adorable n fluff though

[i-have-zero-chill]

Sam grabbing Bucky’s dog tags to kiss him>>>>>>>>

[thyqueerblueberry]

no thoughts only sambucky at starbucks and bucky asking the barista to write "bird" on sam's coffee cup instead of his name

[lizzybizzyzzz]

WHAT IF SAM AND BUCKY FELL IN LOVE IN THE SOUL STONE BUT WHEN THEY CAME BACK THEY DIDNT REMEMBER YET OBVIOUSLY HAVE THIS CONNECTION THAT NEITHER OF THEM KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH / DON'T ADDRESS AND THATS WHY THEY WENT FROM NOT TALKING TO BEING COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER SO QUICK

[zscribs]

more practice on procreate,,,,, using old homosexuals for inspo rahhhhhhhh

[thyqueerblueberry]

shaking and screaming and crying

i love the idea of sam confessing his feelings to bucky through song like. after missions theyre in the car together or on a plane and sam's playing music to unwind and he starts like. playing songs about his feelings for bucky.

obviously he plays marvin gaye, but one day he's playing how will i know by whitney houston, knowing that bucky is a careful listener and will take in all the lyrics, and then end of time by beyoncé, then good old-fashioned lover boy by queen. and bucky starts to wonder why the fuck sam is only playing love songs, and very specific love songs at that, until sam puts on killing me softly with his song by the fugees and immediately follows it with lauryn hill's tell him. and bucky's like oh. he tells sam to pull over and he asks to kiss him and sam's like "man, i've been waiting for you to do that for months" and bucky smiles that smile with his most intense eye crinkles!!

[sternbagel]

I would KILL for there to be a line in Cap 4 where Bucky is brought up somehow and someone goes “Who’s that?” And Sam replies, “My partner.”

To which the other person will be like, “Like, work partner or partner partner?”

And Sam will hesitate and be like, “Not sure yet.”

Because although I love the idea of them being together right after TFATWS, I honestly think it takes some more time for them to actually get together, y’know. Or maybe they are but they’re keeping it a secret and the person Sam’s talking to is mostly trustworthy in his eyes but he doesn’t wanna reveal that yet.

[khaotunng]

Bucky: You broke the law once, I'm asking you to do it again

Bucky, tilting his head to follow Sam's eyes: You know, because you love me

[bastianfruit]

Sambucky brain rot so bad i keep starting art pieces and stopping halfway through because i have a better idea