Okay I know it exists and I’ve probably read it, but where’s the gangster!Seb or gangster!Bucky AU fic that has to go with this gifset? I’m gonna need that STAT.
Sometimes I remember that old video of Cevans flirting with some black girl in a parking garage and then him jogging to his car after successfully getting her number and I giggle all over again.
The ride home was quiet. John drove fast, sometimes glancing over at me before pulling his eyes reluctantly back to the road. The quick fuck against the car had alleviated the need between us for a bit but it was building back up again, just as it always did. Threatening to take us both over if we didn’t give in to its incessant demands.
It had been like this between us since the first time we had met. We were drawn to each other before we had even exchanged two words. I knew who he was, of course. He was the goofy guy, the one that made all the jokes and always had a smile and a hug for anyone that wanted it. It wasn’t until I got to know him better that I found out about his other side, his darker side. The one he kept hidden from the world.
We’d been dating for a few weeks and hadn’t even slept together yet the first time that I saw a hint that maybe the goofy exterior wasn’t the only part of John. It scared me a little but, if I’m honest, scared wasn’t the most prevalent feeling that I had…
Rating: Explicit. I don’t even know what this is at this point.
Janus – an ancient Roman god of doorways, of beginnings, and of the rising and setting of the sun, usually represented as having one head with two bearded faces back to back, looking in opposite directions.
I watched him from across the room, sipping a drink and smiling, as he was being his typical charming, hysterical self. All of the women – and let’s be honest, more than a couple of the men – couldn’t take their eyes off of him. Frankly, I couldn’t either. He did look especially good tonight in a pair of jeans that hung on his ass just right and a t-shirt that fit him like it was molded after his chest. Of course, I was probably a little bias. I did go home with him every night, after all. But the extra time that he had been putting in at the gym and the ridiculously sexy beard that he was currently sporting sure as fuck didn’t hurt. Jesus, if all of these people that thought of him as the funny, goofy guy knew what he was really like when we alone and the bedroom door was closed? Fuck, let’s just say that the roles that he was offered would probably change dramatically.
idk how you watch catws and not pick up on the fact that sam is absolutely a mirror of steve… they even straight up say it in the film.
“I do what he does, just slower”
okay we gonna do this because Sam is a reckless motherfucker that absolutely mirrors Steve’s characterization and i’m goddamn tired of people grossly misinterpreting his character b/c it fits in better with their two dimensional therapy dog version of him
Sam doesn’t like taking orders, he’s not pliant or obedient. He does what he believes is right and damn the rules (sound familiar??). Theres a reason they fucking hit it off so well right from the start.
Following that we have Steve turning up on his doorstep looking like a building got dropped on him. And what does Sam do?
Yeah sure… I’ll let a couple of avengers who just told me everybody is out to kill them into my house. Sounds like a good time. It’s also a bit telling that Sam knows exactly where his suit is. Ten bucks says he’s actually tried to steal it before but couldn’t quite manage it on his own.
And then we start getting into really no holds bar Sam:
Y’all like to forget Sam brought a two inch knife to a gun fight and won. Not to mention, he clearly walks around with a knife on him at all times… not just in his car, but on his person.
Sam gives no fucks and will take you out. Winter soldier? Bitch try it
Some hydra fool who won’t stop talking Nazi nonsense?
Fuck this guy. he’ll take him on in nothing but a fucking t-shirt.
Oh and remember that building that Steve jumped out of? Might as well top that by jumping out of the same one, just about 20 stories up.
Cool, cool, cool.
Going feet first towards the rotor blades of a helicopter, knowing if you miss your legs are mulch?
No problem.
Steve wants to track down an international maybe still brainwashed assassin?
When do we start?
And of course, this wouldn’t be complete without the penultimate Steve/Sam comparison.
So to everyone who trashes him, or does him a disservice by making him out to be nothing more than a therapist who can fix Bucky and Steve I have one thing to say. In the immortal words of the legend Samuel Thomas Wilson himself, “Man, shut the hell up.”
IN THIS HOUSE, WE APPRECIATE AND ACKNOWLEDGE THE REAL SAM WILSON
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