#falcon x reader
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!Reader, AU!Sam x Reader
Chapter Word Count: 1032
Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, Language! Smut, Fluff, Angsty Goodness, Cheating
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Bucky had a good night at work. It had been a month since they started stocking Tony’s beer, and people loved it. It was their best seller most nights. They hired another server, Natasha, a feisty red head who didn’t take shit from anyone. Clint was back to work from his cochlear implant surgery, shocked at how much he could really hear, and how much his hearing aid hadn’t always picked everything up.
You were finally able to focus more on your own career, only helping out in dire situations, which had only been once in the last month. You made your way downstairs, with a hankering for one of Clint’s delicious bacon cheeseburgers.
“Hey Clint!” you said.
“Y/n! Hungry? I got a burger and fries with your name on it! On me! Thank you again for giving me that extra time off to recover. I really appreciate it!”
“Clint, no problem at all! I see you’re doing okay? How are you adjusting?”
“Well, some new sounds to get used to that I couldn’t really hear before, but overall, I’m doing pretty damn good! So good, in fact, that I could hear you and Bucky going at it in the office earlier. You two are real horn balls.”
“Well, from what I hear, you and Natasha have been making out pretty hard when you think no one’s looking, so…”
“Fair enough. I’ll have your food ready in a few minutes. Go take a seat at the bar and I’ll bring it out myself when it’s done.”
“Thank you, Clint! I’m so glad you’re back.”
You walked into the bar area to see Tony and Pepper sitting at the opposite end, Bucky behind the bar laughing at something Tony said.
“There she is!” Pepper smiled, hopping off her chair to come and give you a hug.
“Hey, Pep! How are you?”
“Doing great! I just found out I’m pregnant!”
“Oh! Congratulations! That’s so exciting!” you said, jumping up and down, hugging her.
“Thank you! I know I have a long way to go, but I just can’t wait for this little one to be here.”
“Slow down, Pep. We have a nursery to build, childproofing to do.”
“I know, I know. Don’t get your undies in a bunch. There’s plenty of time.”
“We’re all set for our St. Patty’s Day celebration! Tony’s got a great Irish Stout for us,” Bucky said, leaning over the bar to give you a kiss.
“Nothing green, I hope,” you said with a smile.
“No, definitely not,” Tony said.
“Good! That makes me a happy camper. Did you remember to order the corned beef and everything, Bucky?”
“Yes, ma’am, I certainly did. I ordered a little more than last year. I want to make sure we don’t run out again. Plus, with this new beer of Tony’s, I think we’ll have a super packed house.”
“Yay! I’m so excited for this year. It’s going to be so fun!”
Clint walked through the kitchen door, bringing out your basket of food.
“Clint, this is Tony,” Bucky stated, “Clint makes the best damn food for miles! He actually makes our fries from scratch – nothing frozen when this guy’s around.”
“And don’t think I didn’t see that last bag of Sysco fries in the freezer, boss,” Clint laughed, wiping his hand in his apron, extending it to shake Tony’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Clint,” Tony smiled. “I hear you can hear now.”
“Ha! Yes! I had hearing aids before, but I was starting to have some issues. I got cochlear implants, and I have to say, I’ve never heard better,” Clint said with a wry smile, looking at you.
You could feel your cheeks get hot, so you hid behind a huge bite of your burger.
“Oh! Clint! This is what I’ve been missing! Sooo good!”
“Thanks, boss! Can I get you guys anything?” he asked Tony and Pepper.
“I could go for a burger myself, that smells amazing!” Pepper said, looking at Tony.
“Eh, what the hell – make it two!”
“On us,” Bucky said, “I insist.”
“Well, if you insist,” Tony laughed, “who am I to say no?!”
After a nice afternoon chatting with Tony the Beer Baron and his wife, you went back up to your apartment to relax and take a bath.
As you soaked in your clawfoot tub, you heard the door creak open.
“What is it, my love?” you cooed, keeping your eyes closed.
“I brought you some wine, sweetheart,” Bucky said.
“Wine?”
You opened your eyes to see your husband holding a glass out to you, sipping on his own.
“What’s the occasion?” you asked, taking the glass from him with a smile.
“I’ve been crunching the numbers, and based on our projections, I think we can start looking at a second location this week. Wanna be my realtor?”
“Bucky! That’s great! I’m so excited. I’ve actually been looking at locations. I’ve got a few I can show you-”
“Doll, slow down. You look like you’re about to jump up out of the tub! You can show me later. Relax, that’s why you’re in there, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. I need to relax. But I’m so excited!”
He put the lid down and sat on the toilet next to you. Stretching out his legs, he gave you a big toothy grin, “I’m glad you’re excited. I am too. But the real question is, how are we going to have Clint cook at two locations simultaneously?”
“Ha! That’s a great question. Maybe he can train Peter. I think he’d follow the recipes exactly because he wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone, and he’s been asking if he can learn more in the kitchen. I think it’s a great opportunity for him.”
“That’s not a bad idea, Y/n. We can have Natasha manage the new location too.”
“Ohh… Clint might not like that,” you winced.
“I think he’d like his girlfriend getting a promotion.”
“She is the best choice. I can just see it all coming together.”
“Me too, doll. Me too. Now, you finish relaxing, and we’ll take a look at some places once you’re nice and pruney!”
“Deal!” you laughed, clinking your wine glasses together.
Chapter 5
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!Reader, AU!Sam x Reader
Chapter Word Count: 975
Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, Language! Smut, Fluff
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Later that night, after the bar was closed and all the employees had gone home, Bucky made his way upstairs to the apartment, walking quietly through the living room, past the kitchen to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved that bar, he hated the way he smelled by the end of the night.
He let the hot water trickle down his back, easing the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. He thought about what a partnership with Tony Stark could mean for them – extra free advertising among Tony’s friends, extra money coming in as a result of the extra customers that want to drink his beer.
The extra income would allow him to hire at least one more full-time staff member, which would give his beautiful wife plenty of time to realize her dream – finally. He knew you spent way too much time at the bar trying to save them money. Part of him thought that you’d still do that even if they had a full staff and you didn’t ever need to help out again.
He loved you so much, and he knew you loved him more than anything. He also knew that you put a lot of your own dreams on hold to help him realize his. He couldn’t wait for the day he didn’t need to see you filling in behind the bar, or in the kitchen, ever again. It meant that you were both doing exactly what you wanted in your lives, and you helped each other to get there.
He dried off, looking at his tired face in the mirror. He dried his long chestnut hair, and oiled up his beard – he wanted to make sure it was nice and soft just for you.
He walked down the hall, naked, and gently crawled into bed with you, his beautiful, smart, sexy wife.
“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered as he spooned up behind you.
“I love you too, Bucky,” you moaned softly, sleep thick in your voice
He kissed your neck, and nuzzled in for the night.
“Bucky! Babe! You up?” You said, walking into the apartment.
He groggily walked down the hall, boxer briefs on, hair a complete mess.
“Hey, Doll,” he croaked.
“Brought you Starbucks, Bucky,” you said, handing him a tall iced coffee.
“Mmm… you are the best, Y/n,” he said, taking the coffee and wrapping his arms around you.
“I showed a house today to that young pregnant couple. They fell in absolute love with the place, and I am meeting them tomorrow to sign the paperwork!!”
“Sweetheart! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” he smiled, lifting you up off the ground, twirling you around.
“Bucky!” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his soft lips.
“Sounds like my baby needs a reward,” he said, kissing you back.
“What do you have in mind, my love?”
That damn sexy smirk was plastered on his face again, and you knew you were in trouble when he put you down on the kitchen island and you could feel his arousal on your thigh.
“Don’t you need to get to work, Bucky?”
“I’m sorry, I do believe my beautiful and successful wife needs my attention. Do you really want me to leave here, now, looking like this?” he said, looking down at his crotch.
“Yeah, you really can’t go down there looking like that. What can I do to help, baby?” you cooed in his ear, reaching down, pushing his underwear down, stroking his cock.
“I’m supposed to be rewarding you, Doll,” he breathed.
“You are rewarding me. You’re letting me do whatever I want to you, right baby?”
Bucky groaned, tilting his head back, breathing hard as you slipped off the counter top, falling to your knees in front of him. You licked up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip, making him shudder. You smiled before you opened your mouth to take him into it. You heard a hiss escape between his teeth as his fingers found their way to the back of your head, gently pulling your hair. He wasn’t trying to push you, he knew better, just encouraging you that you were making him feel good.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That mouth of yours – it’s gonna get you into trouble one day.”
You released him with a pop, smiling up at him, stroking him as he picked you up off of the floor and placed you back onto the counter.
“I wasn’t done yet, baby,” you whined.
“You don’t want me to fuck you on this counter?”
“Mmm… no, I do. I just wanted to have a little more fun first.”
“We can have more fun later. I want to feel myself inside you.”
He punctuated that last sentence with a hard thrust into you, making you moan loudly and wrap your legs around his waist.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties, Doll,” he breathed into your ear. He kissed your neck, down your clavicle, and between your breasts. His tongue made its way to your nipple, teasing and flicking it as he filled you up, thrusting hungrily into you.
“Bucky! Fuck! Baby… fuck, I love you so much!” You screamed, cumming hard as he continued to rail you on the counter.
“Fuck!” he growled, his hands on your hips, thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his own.
When he came, he grabbed your face and kissed you hard, his tongue massaging yours with fervor. You pulled him over on top of you as you laid back on the kitchen island, panting and moaning. His arms wrapped around you as his head rested on your chest, right over your heart.
“I love you so much, Y/n,” he said, moving to look up at you.
“Mmm… I love you too, Bucky,” you said, running your fingers through his hair.
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!Reader, AU!Sam x Reader
Chapter Word Count: 781
Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, Language! Smut, Fluff, Angsty Goodness, Cheating
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stark?” Bucky said, shaking Tony’s hand.
“I’ve got two beers for you to try today, Barnes. I’m hoping you’d like at least one of them, and maybe we can do some business together.”
Tony Stark was a force to be reckoned with for sure. He came in once a month with a new beer or two for Bucky to try. He wanted to have his beer on tap in Bucky’s bar exclusively, but exclusivity meant he could demand a higher price for the product once it took off. It’s a tricky game to play, but could be beneficial to the bar.
“Stark, I hope you’ve got something good. It’s going to take something really great to knock one of these off the menu,” Bucky said, pointing to the 5 tappers next to them.
“I think I’ve got something you’ll like, and it’s not seasonal, it’s a year-round beer. I know how much you like your Guinness, and I bet I can beat their taste and their price. I call this ‘Billionaire Brew,’ and it’s a delightful dark porter with a hit of chocolate and a dash of peanut butter.”
“Peanut butter? I don’t know, Tony, that seems a little…”
“Just try it, Bucky. I promise, you’re going to love it,” he stated, pouring a little bit from a bottle.
“Alright, but you’ve got to pour one for Thor over there – he’s my biggest Guinness drinker, and he’d be devastated if we got rid of his favorite beer.”
“You got it. Heads up, blondie,” Tony said, sliding a glass down the bar.
Bucky took a sip, and raised his eyebrows, “Wow, Tony, that’s actually really damn good. What do you think, Thor?”
“This drink… I like it! But not better than Guinness. Maybe you can replace that seasonal one from Sam Adams for a taste test with the regulars?”
“Not a bad idea, Thor. How much for a half barrel, Tony? I’m not saying I’m committing here, but I do want to see what my patrons think. If Thor likes it, it’s pretty damn good.”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a half barrel for free to test it out. You know I want to do business with you, so I’m willing to do this to get my beer in here, even if it’s just for a month.”
“What’s the catch, Tony?” you say, putting your arm around your husband’s shoulder.
“Y/n! Good to see you! You’re looking well,” he said, handing you a glass of his beer.
You take a sip, tasting the chocolate and peanut butter, “Mmm, it’s like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in a glass!”
“That’s what Pepper said too,” he smiled, “and there’s no catch. I’d just love to work with you guys. Your place is the local hot spot, and we’re neighbors.”
“And if we decide that we want to carry your beer in our bar, how much for a full barrel?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.
“I can give it to you for $45 a keg,” he said.
“Hmm, my wife said nothing over $40, didn’t you, honey?”
“Mmm, I sure did, baby. Maybe we can think it over. We’ll see how fast the half barrel goes. We may need to negotiate a little on that, Tony.”
“I’m all for a spirited debate. I’ll drop off that half barrel tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to see what your customers think.”
“Sounds like a plan, Tony. Thank you.”
Bucky and Tony shook hands, and Tony left the rest of the bottle for Thor to finish.
“I know what you’re thinking, doll,” Bucky said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked.
“You don’t want this rich, arrogant asshole’s beer in our bar. I get it. But Doll, it’s really fucking good. And $45 is actually a damn good price.”
“This rich prick is doing this as a hobby because he’s bored. What happens when he’s bored making beer and moves onto the next project? He’s going to leave us high and dry; I just know it.”
“I hear you, but he’s a nice guy. And even you have to admit, this is really good shit. You can’t hold it against him because he’s rich… it was his dad’s money, and he’s trying to do something he loves with it.”
“Ugh, it’s really hard to argue with you when you’re being all logical,” you replied, nudging his nose with yours.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing you softly on the lips.
“Get a room!” Thor’s voice boomed.
“We have one, it’s upstairs,” you stated, “now, what can I get you to eat for lunch today, Thor?”
Y/N, to Bucky and Sam: And then I kicked h-
Hydra agent across the field: *Screaming* hey! I can see you!
Y/N: Shit. Hide!
*Y/N, Bucky and Sam hides*
Y/N: *Screams back* can you see me now?!
Hydra agent: *Signs*Yes!
Y/N: *Whispers* damn it.
Y/N: *Hides behind a tree*now?!
Hydra agent: *Sighs louder* oh my- YES!
Y/N: *Screams* do I at least look good?!
Sam, and Bucky:*Wheezing in the background*
Sam, to Bucky: *Nudges Buckys arm* Go wake Y/N, we need to leave soon.
Bucky: Uh, no! Are you crazy?!
Sam: Why not? *Smirks* are you afraid of Y/N?
Bucky: Hell yeah! You weren’t there the last time I had to wake them up!
Sam: *Confused* It can’t be that bad.
Bucky: Last time I woke Y/N up from sleeping they suplexed me into the table!
Y/N, who’s been awake from hearing Bucky yell: Well next time I’m sleeping comfortably on the table leave me alone.
Bucky: *Screams*
Sam Wilson Masterlist
- Make Me Smile - [Request] The reader has to shave her head for upcoming neurosurgery and feels like shit about herself. Ensuing comfort from one of the single men on the Avengers team.
Drabbles
“How about that one? She looks like a nice, boring lady; perfect for you.”
“How do you know she’s boring?”
“Yeah, how do you know I’m boring bird-brain?”
“She’s behind us, isn’t she?”
“Uh-huh”
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: I know I said I didn’t have a request, but I sort of do now? If you accept this, put it at the bottom of the list because it’s not that great. Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a fic were the reader and either Loki, Strange or Sam Wilson (I don’t mind, you’ve already done so many Loki ones so I thought I’d let you choose) are like frenemies and bicker a lot, until one of them is insulted and the other stands up for them. Whoever stood up for the other is then teased by (supporting character for whichever character) and the reader and (Loki, Strange, Sam) verbally team up. They then realise they have some mutual interests and become an unstoppable sassy force. Either a platonic or fluffy ending is fine ;). I’m not sure if I’ve given enough detail or not. Hope this is ok and not confusing.
A/N:I had a lot of fun with this one, even if it was difficult fabricating an argument between the entire female population and the sweetest bean to ever grace our screens. Hopefully this is still okay. Enjoy!
‘Keep Your Enemies Closer’
“They’re at it again,” Clint said, quirking an eyebrow over the rim of his coffee mug. Well, mug was a relative term. It was the whole coffee pot – but it had a handle, and he was using it.
“Of course, they are,” Natasha chuckled. “It’s their day off. What else are they going to do?”
“Talk. Like ordinary people. Like friends.”
“I don’t think friends is the right word to describe those two.”
Steve sighed.
“Be nice, you two.”
“Why?” Clint said, placing his ‘mug’ down. “They’re not nice to each other. Why should I be?”
“At least theirs is in jest. Yours is just… complaining.” Steve smirked at the sight of Clint’s irritation. “If it bothers you so much, Barton, do something about it.”
“In his defense, Rogers,” Natasha interjected, “they’re both your friends. Perhaps you should do something about it.”
“No. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Doesn’t it? Or do you just not want to get involved?”
The truth was, of course, the latter, and Natasha knew it. Nobody wanted to get involved when you and Sam were in the same room. The first time the pair of you ‘fought’, it had been amusing. The second time was a surprise. Everybody had thought that the two of you would get along like a house on fire. Every time afterwards was just irritating, but it was too late to intervene.
“What’s it about this week?” Clint asked. Natasha shrugged and took his coffee pot for her own, lifting it to her lips and taking a swig.
“Does it matter?”
When he saw that neither his friend or his teammate were going to be any help, Clint made the resolute decision that he was going to get involved. Standing up from the kitchenette table, he made for the door with the unique skip in his step reserved only for those moments of pride that almost always came before a fall.
“They’re going to murder him, aren’t they?” Steve asked.
“Most likely,” Natasha replied.
Clint slipped into the room as quietly as he was able. Luckily, it wasn’t hard. The volume of your voice could have muted a sneaking elephant.
“Say that again, flyboy, I dare you.”
“Flyboy?”
“When you’re good for more than acting like a glorified hand glider, I’ll update your nickname.”
As the room was navigated, Barton observed the ensuing argument. He eventually stopped beside a workbench at the end of the lab. It was empty enough that he could lift himself onto it and sit cross-legged. The one you were working at, however, was covered in clutter. Tools. Wires. An empty coffee mug. Predominantly, the space was occupied by Sam’s wing pack, opened up and vomiting cables. You leant over the top of it, thickly-gloved hands pushing parts aside and making small adjustments. Sam followed your every move with vulture-like precision. It was no wonder you were getting agitated; the man probably hadn’t left you alone since you’d started maintenance on his suit.
“I’m just saying – I really think I’m doing all the work here,” Sam sighed, returning a cable to its original position after you’d pushed it aside.
“Are you fuck,” you snapped, standing upright and planting your hands on your hips.
“Well just look at this wiring. If I didn’t tidy it up, who would?”
“Me, fucknuts, when I’m finished, which – no matter how much you want me to be – I am not. This is my work, Sam. Mine. Step off.”
“So, you really think that you’re doing all the work?” Sam chuckled, taking a step back with his hands raised defensively.
“Yes! Only one of us studied Electrical Engineering at university.”
“So you admit, then, that it’s your fault everything is broken, and that this bit is wrong, and this cable is out, and-”
“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like to take over? Here’s a spark plug. Be my god damned guest.”
Clint smirked to himself, and finally hopped off of the table.
“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty.”
Silence swiftly swallowed the room. There was a cutthroat quiet as it sunk in that another had joined the argument; another who was most certainly not welcome.
Your head turned with terrifying slowness. Lowered jaw jutting to the side and tongue in cheek, the lowering of your shoulder was indicative of your ire, combined with the way your hands gripped your hips a little tighter. Sam steadily folded his arms and pushed weight onto his back foot. How quickly the dynamic between the two of you changed; in a split second, you’d gone from being at each other’s throats to leaning closer to one another, almost touching shoulders. An impenetrable wall of sass. A team. Ready to fire on all cylinders.
Clint swallowed nervously.
“Can we help you?” Sam growled, nudging you like he was sharing a joke that only you could hear. If the way your lips curled was anything to go on, the joke was evidently funny.
“Yeah, princess, you want to talk? Little miss I-can’t-function-without-nine-ounces-of-caffeine-in-my-system.”
“I, uh-” Clint stammered.
“Look at him,” Sam continued, jabbing his thumb in Clint’s direction. “Basic bitch shirt and jeans; who the fuck are you, Barton?”
“Yeah, Barton, you want to take over on wing repair? You think you’ve got what it takes? I’ve seen you burn boiling water. Don’t come in here acting like you’re hot shit.”
Clint felt like his tongue was caught in a vice; even if he’d been permitted a chance to speak, he was suddenly and entirely tongue-tied. Sam scoffed loudly.
“As if I’d let him nearmy wings. Please. There’s only one person I’d trust to touch these things and it ain’t birdbrains over here. He might as well be called Penguin for all of his flying skill.”
That was the last straw. Clint strode forward, face red as a beetroot, and thrust a finger towards the pair of you. It startled you enough to permit some silence.
“You two are insufferable. I came in here to see if I could help stop the arguing, but you just can’t help it! Just kiss already and give the rest of us a minute’s peace. God!”
And with that, he was gone, marching out of the room whilst muttering and grumbling to himself. A door had never slammed so hard. In his wake, Clint had left a thick cloud of tension in the air. It settled into your throat and forbid you from speaking. You cleared it once, hoping to dislodge whatever had stuck but in vain. You leant back over the wing pack. Sam’s eyes watched you the whole time. You could feel his curious gaze. Something lay on the tip of your tongue…
“You… You said something nice about me,” you murmured, biting your lip as you slid a cable into the appropriate socket. Sam coughed once and looked away.
“I, uh, I suppose I did. I meant it though. You’re the best at what you do. I’m only stubborn because… Well, if I wasn’t here, you’d hold yourself to the same standard and worry too much about it. At least this way, you can pin your stress on me. Still, I’d say nice things more often if I thought you’d take the compliments.”
“I can take compliments,” you grumbled. Sam laughed loudly, clutching his chest to exaggerate.
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
You leaned closer to the wing pack to feign that the heat on your face was from hard work.
“Well, you… you can say things like that again, if you like. I- I don’t mind if they’ve come from you. I might, uh, might even have nice things to say back…”
Sam swallowed thickly and tugged at the collar of his shirt. His laugh had become distinctly more nervous, and he did not like the feeling.
“You, uh, you missed a cable.”
“Don’t start, flyboy.”
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Earth’s Mightiest Heroes… This is the collection of all my Reader Insert imagines for characters other than the main character masterlists, or character non-specific fics. They’ll be a female reader, unless otherwise specified, and are in chronological order so they get better as you go on (supposedly). Enjoy!
The Avengers
Quicksilver (Pietro Maximoff)
- Quick to Heal
- The Light and the Dark
- Lily/Alternative Ending - The Promise
- Frying Pans! Who knew, right? - Part 1, and Part 2
- Slow Down
- These Things Take Time
- Torn to Pieces
- Truth or Dare
- Ark - Part 1, and Part 2
- Almost a Mistake - Part 1, and Part 2
- Speed
- More Than Meets The Eye - Part 1, and Part 2
- Culpability
Falcon (Sam Wilson)
The Vision
Spiderman (Peter Parker)
Ant-Man (Scott Lang)
Doctor Strange (Stephen Strange)
Gambit (Remy Lebeau)
Preference
Characters: Jacob Black, Sam Wilson, Carlos Oliveira
Warnings: ✨ insecure reader ✨ You is kind. You is smart. You is important. Period
Request: “I’m kinda afraid of sending this… I don’t know why I’m really thin and I don’t like that cause I wanted to have that pretty curves some girls have and I wanted to ask you to please write for me Jacob Black, Sam Wilson and Carlos Oliveira comforting their friend / crush who is insecure about being too thin and not pretty enough and confessing their love ” Anon
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Jacob
She watched as Jacob lay on the scooter, rolling himself under the raised car. He clanked around as he took apart the underbelly of the engine.
His arms rippled with muscle as he worked; his shirt became taut as he mindlessly flexed and moved.
Her arms subconsciously moved to her own shirt, feeling how loose the fabric was. She knew her own arms would never be as bold with muscle and her clothes would never feel as tight. She could barely fill in what she wore now, using belts to keep pants up and layers to conceal how thin she was.
She was getting that faraway look, her lips falling into an unattractive frown. She hardly noticed when Jacob wheeled his way to the surface.
“Hey, could you hand me that tire?” he had a smirk on his face, speaking that he already knew she wouldn’t be able to pick up the tire.
She felt incredibly weak as she made the attempt anyway, squatting down and using her arms to push a thick tire as hard as she could. Jacob sauntered over, snickering, “Don’t worry, I can do it.”
He wiped his hands free of smudges but hesitated when he spotted that frown. His brow creased as he walked over, “I was only joking, (Y/N).” He put a hand to her mouth, using his fingers to upturn her lips into an unnerving smile.
“Very funny.” She shoved his hand away, choosing to sit on the nearby workbench.
Jacob followed her, standing and meeting her at eyelevel, “What are you thinking?”
She shrugged, “I’m not feeling so good.”
He observed her distracted eyes and watched her pick at her clothes. He mentally kicked himself for making fun of her weakness when she was obviously hurting about it.
It made him hurt to think that she was.
“You know what I’m thinking?” he asked. He reached for her chin, turning her dazed eyes to his warm ones. “I’m thinking I’ve never been so in love with the thought of you.”
Her gaze cleared up considerably, “What?”
He smiled, so bright compared to his tanned skin, “I said… I’m so in love…”
She was so taken aback that every negative thought she’d had moments before was thrown out the window. “I’m going to need you to say that one more time.”
Jacob bent down, hands on either side of her and resting on the workbench. His face was incredibly close to hers, “I was just thinking how so in love I am with the mere thought of you. God knows what I’ll do with you right here.”
She could barely remember what she was upset about. All she wanted was Jacob’s arms around her, protecting her from every insecure thought she’d had before.
Sam
(Y/N) dragged along Sam’s wings, unable to lift them onto her shoulders without pulling a muscle. She was practically panting as she finally made it to the Avengers field – a wide expanse of green grass covering the surrounding miles and miles.
Sam met her there, laughing the way he did as he thought of a joke, “Enjoying the fresh air?”
“I know I volunteered to grab your gear, but you could’ve warned me it weighed a ton.”
He simply smiled, refraining from saying anything that would make her feel weak and small. “You ready for a test flight?”
“You were serious about that?”
“I thought that’s why you volunteered.” He strapped the wing pack to his shoulders, winking at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Believe it or not, I’ve flown before.”
She laughed, winding her arms around her waist, “I don’t know.”
He looked at her arms holding herself, “I promise you won’t snap in half – I’m strong, but not that strong,” he laughed easily, trying to ease her nerves.
“Don’t say that just yet,” (Y/N) muttered mutely, “You don’t know how thin I actually am.”
“Come here,” he said, activating his wings, “There’s something I want to show you.”
She found his capable arms grip her waist. She blushed horribly as she thought of how sharp her bones could be.
“Sorry if I poke you.”
He laughed, his wings folding out and powering up, “You planning on poking my eye out? I do have flight goggles. Real sexy.”
“No, I mean, I’m a little bony. We’re so close I… I would feel bad if I’m poking you.”
It might’ve just been her imagination, but it felt like Sam was holding her even closer now, “You kidding? I’m too distracted by the beautiful lady I’m holding in my arms.”
If her blush wasn’t evident before, it was blinding now.
And they blasted into the air, shooting for the sky.
(Y/N) would have feared she’d simply blow away, slipping into the open air and falling to her demise. She was certainly light enough to slip through Sam’s grip, but she found that his hold was definite.
It appeared there was no way Sam was going to let her go. It was a somewhat comforting thought.
They reached a standard height and leveled, flying around the Avengers campus. (Y/N) found herself laughing hysterically as her hair whipped around her face. She gripped onto Sam’s shoulders all the while he grinned.
“Hey,” he yelled over the wind, “I still wanted to show you something.”
And (Y/N) pried her face away from his shoulder to look below them, almost shrieking at the height. But just a pinprick below them was something laid out on the compounds roof. It looked like a small table with a full lunch spread.
“What is that supposed to be?”
“Our lunch date,” Sam said, “If you’re hungry after this.”
She gaped at him, a giggle making an appearance, “Ask me again when we’ve landed.”
Carlos
“I almost had them!”
She was yelling, reloading her gun and stuffing first aid into her pouches. Carlos stood on the other side of the room, still catching his breath.
“And you just had to get in the way.”
“I didn’t ask you to cover for me,” he pushed his shaggy hair out of his dirtied face.
She bristled, “If I didn’t you would’ve died!”
He was smug, “I knew you couldn’t live in a Carlos-less world.”
She grumbled, “Now I have to backtrack on weeks of work. How am I supposed to catch them now when they have a damn helicopter?”
Carlos tried to even his breathing, tossing his automatic aside. He was waiting for her to calm herself before saying something stupid.
“Thank you,” he muttered. “For what you did.”
(Y/N) slammed her hands against the barricaded door, “Maybe if I was bigger, stronger… I could’ve stopped them too.”
“You couldn’t have been in two places at once.”
She grimaced, “Maybe if I wasn’t so small,” she said, voice growing quieter, “So thin… I’d be more capable.”
Carlos frowned at that. This was about more than just the failed mission. He was slowly making his way towards her, “(Y/N), you know you’re the baddest ass I know.”
She waved a flimsy hand, still frustrated.
He stayed a few feet away as to not push boundaries, “You’ve seen what’s out there. You’ve seen how outnumbered we are. You’ve seen how few of us have survived.” He folded his arms, protective, “Just judging by that I would say you are verycapable.”
(Y/N) still refused to look at him, hating how she felt; hating how she projected it on him. “You’re infuriating.”
“But you still kept me around,” he gave her a side smile, willing her to have one too.
“I’m glad.” She hugged herself with her thin arms.
Carlos took a few steps closer, “Me too. Because a (Y/N)-less world would be the last thing I’d want.” He looked very near holding her face with his hand, but he stopped himself.
“More than a Carlos-less world?” she asked, starting to smile.
It warmed his cold frame, “I was kind of hoping we’d cancel each other out there. I want you – you want me… that way both our wishes are granted.” He waved his hands about as he rambled, “You see where I’m going with this?”
“You really are infuriating,” but she was grinning this time.
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