Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
Summary: Night full of cherry wine and love by city lights.
“Sam,” You giggle as you try to shush him not wanting to wake your roommate up. It was late at night and Sam had insisted on taking you out when you told him about how your project was approved by the board. You had just earned your PHD when you met Sam for the first time. Since then everything seemed to just be going up for you. It was almost too good to be true.
Almost.
Sam was gone a lot, but you understood, he was an Avenger and his work took him places…dangerous places. So every time he came back, the first thing he would do was go to you. And you would patch him up, one cut and bruise at a time and then he would refuse to let you go for the next twenty four hours.
Not that you minded.
Because you did the same thing.
Sam held your hips as his lips descended on yours, the taste of the cherry wine you both had drunk lingered in his kiss. His large hands began to move on their own as he gently squeezed whatever part of you he could get. Your sides, your arms, your ass, every bit of you he could find he held on for dear life. He had seen too many good people be taken away, and you were as good as it got so he hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t lose you.
He allowed you to lead him to your room, a place he could walk through blindfolded however never stayed for long.
“Honey,” Sam called you in between the sweet kisses you gave him.
“Yes baby,” You answered back with your own pet name for him. You feel his hands finally find their place on either side of your face, gently holding you in place. You could see his eyes memorizing you, taking you in. The faint glow of the street lights that bled into your room illuminated your features in such a way that he wondered if you were real. You looked like you belonged on some old soul album that his grandpa owed, the beautiful women that shone in timeless beauty.
“What’s going on in that head of yours baby?” You asked quietly.
“Move in with me.” Sam said at the same volume as you. You both had talked about it before, moving in together however with Sam’s missions and your work you both never really found the time to really talk about it.
“Really?” You asked as your hands gently traveled over his chest, playing with the top button of his button-up.
“Really.”
“Where would we move to?”
“Anywhere you want,” Sam said placing a kiss on the middle of your forehead, “Manhattan,” he kisses your left eye, “Brooklyn,” he kisses your right, “Louisiana,” he kisses one cheek, “California,” he kisses the other, “Hell even Alaska,” he says as he kisses the tip of your nose, “So long as you’re with me I don’t care where we are.”
“Well I don’t want to move to Alaska.”
“Thank god.” You both laughed as his dark eyes stared into yours. “But I mean it honey, so long as I get to come home to you.” You bit your lip as you looked at him, you saw the way his lips curled into his charming smile and the way his eyes shone with love.
You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.
“I love you Sam Wilson,” You said as you kissed his chin, “I would love to move in with you.”
Sam kissed your lips, the lingering taste of cherry wine still on both of your lips, and as you got more and more drunk on each other. Lips on lips. Skin on skin.
And in the morning, you woke up to the rain gently pattering against your window and the smell of coffee brewing. You drug yourself out of bed to witness Sam working expertly in the kitchen, you didn’t join him immediately instead you appreciated the sight.
A sight you would become very familiar with in the near future.
appreciation post for sam wilson cause y’all don’t care about him unless he has interactions w/ bucky since y’all love to swoon over yt men for doing mundane things let’s do it for our beloved captain ok?
HC down below, enjoy, feel free to reblog and add more!! (No shade to bucky, but to the annoying stans that completely erase sam) look how fiinne he is too
WHY IS THIS THE MOST WHOLESOME THING IMMA CRY Sam is a sweetheart period! These all feel like they fit him so well!
Look I’m never on here anymore because of life and mental health but I stg if you motherfuckers dont don’t give Sam Fucking Wilson some God damn love I’m gonna
Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is one thing, but also falling for his boyfriend is whole different thing. It’s wrong, it’s selfish, she should want this…should she?
Summary: It’s game night at the tower and the Avengers drop like flies at the mercy of the youngest Stark. A night full of fun just leads to a confection.
Summary: Dean was reckless and never thinks things through running in guns blazing, but when that puts the reader in danger will he do what it takes to save her? He is a Winchester after all.
Summary: Demon!Dean had just enough to get out from the demon trap. Leaving him and his little sister alone trapped. She’s always been a fan of scary movies time for her try and live one.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.
ClickHERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
He resurfaced, out of breath and with sticky clothes, to be met by her beaming figure. Her hair stuck to her forehead, lips purple and a bright white smile greeting him like home.
“You should’ve seen your face!” she smiled, throwing her head back in laughter.
Sam just chuckled, splashing her as he rolled his eyes, although it didn’t have any affect. “I’m gonna get you back, just you wait.”
“I know,” she coo’d, coming closer and placing her hands on his cheeks. “Though, I’m sure that I’m more surprised by your visit then you are by my prank.”
He shivered at her cold hands, but didn’t dare move to detach himself from her embrace. “Thought a nice picnic at the beach would be romantic. Now I kinda start to regret it.”
“Don’t. I missed you.” She pulled his face closer with her hands on his neck, kissing him slowly as the waves moved around them like it were making place.
He never quite could get used to her cold and wet lips, always sticky, but somehow refreshingly soft. They parted when a large wave pushed at their feet, skin touching skin as they breathed each other in after a long time being apart.
With a swift move, Sam swept her off her feet, carrying her bridle style out of the water as their clothes stuck to each other like second skin.
He laid her down on the blanket, steam emitting from her skin and shirt as she dried herself off by vaporizing the excess water with her powers.
“What about me?” Sam whined jokingly, laying on his side to look down at her. She looked healthier than ever.
She devilishly grinned up. “ Nah, I like it when you’re all wet and moisty.”
“Don’t ever say moist again.”
“Moi-” he cut her off with a wet kiss, basically sucking at her lips and face. She shrieked, pushing him away. “WILSON.”
“Yeah?” he innocently answered, “I thought you liked being wet?”
“In the water, yeah!” she whined, wiping at her face, “ not with your slime all over my face!”
“Payback’s a bitch, I guess,” he shrugged.
“Fine,” she said, holding herself up on her elbow, mimicking Sam’s position, “but if you want to be dry, you can do it like all other birds do. In the air.”
He threw his head back and barked a laugh, still curious about what that could even mean. “ Oh so I can’t call you a mermaid—which is not even insulting because mermaids are cool— but you can call me a bird now?”
“Yes, because I don’t have a fishtail but you dohave wings, Wilson,” she shot back, reaching to the backpack he brought with him. She zipped it open and let out a gasp, pulling out a box of brownies. “ YOU BOUGHT ME BROWNIES?!”
He snatched the box from her, “ Nuh-uh, I bakedthemmyself. And since you don’t want to help me, it’s mine.” He joked, tilting his head tauntingly as he took the lid off, taking an obnoxious bite with a smirk.
She gasped again,” I changed my mind. You’re not a bird, but a bastardgull.”
Sam gasped with laughter, almost choking on the cake as he handed her one. “Alright you win, little siren, jeez.”
They silently ate the other food he brought, listening to the song of the sea and capturing this moment in their memories.
“While you were gone,” she began, “I took the time to truly test out my powers.”
“Did you discover something?” he asked, remembering the way she struggled with her abilities, flooding herself and fainting when she strained herself. She never got to learn much about what she could do, being scared to be found by the avengers or other mutants. Sam kept her a secret.
“I don’t know, but I… truly feel at home,” she confessed softly. “I feel safe in the water, like it’s where I was always supposed to be.”
Sam scooted closer, flushing her against him as they gazed at the sea. “I’m happy for you.”
“What about you? How did the mission go?” she whispered, weaving her fingers through his.
He had been on a mission in Italy for about a month, unable to contact her. He had went to the beach there a couple times, kind of hoping— but knowing it wouldn’t happen— that she would swim out of the ocean and tell him it would all be okay.
“Not so great, actually, but that’s not what matters right now,” he assured, kissing her crown, “but I did get to fly a lot, so that’s always good.”
They sat in comfortable silence, legs and fingers intertwined as Sam slowly dried under the sun, her always cold thumb rubbing over his palm.
“Would you say, that the sky is your home?” she whispered after a while.
Sam thought about it, leaning his head on hers as he pondered his answer. “I don’t know. It’s where I am my best, but…” he wavered, not knowing the ‘but’. He knew the dangers of flying, especially after what had happened to his friends in the past. He knew the danger as he looked down at the ground miles below every time he flew, but still he wasn’t afraid. He loved being The Falcon.
“Why?”
“The sea, the water, deep in the ground— that’s my home. Where I feel my most authentic self. You, on the other hand, have a home completely on the other side of mine ; flying next to the clouds as far away from the water as possible.”
Silence fell again, both not knowing how to continue.
“How about you show me your home, then?” Sam proposed, causing her head to lift, looking at his face to know if he meant it. “ And then I’ll show you mine.”
They stood at the edge of the water, hands clasped, nervous breaths mixing with the salty air.
“I..I don’t know, Sam, I never tried this with another person—” she stuttered.
“Hey, hey,” he reassured her, running a hand through her hair, “ I trust you.”
“Okay,” she breathed out, slowly walking deeper into the water.
Forming a bubble of air around both their faces, they swam under the surface. She was fast among the waves, graceful, like it was as easy as riding a bike. She tugged on his fingers, excitedly pulling him along, blue light illuminating her face as the sun shone through the clear water like a spotlight.
They went deeper, the surface far away. It was silent, peaceful, fish swimming around their legs as they shared a quick kiss. Colorful corals filled the bottom, seaweed swaying with the movements of her body.
She was in sync with the environment. He could see that so clearly now. She controlled the sea, waved her finger to make it shape the way she wanted, blowing bubbles, shooting splashes.
She was home.
She was afraid of heights.
She clung to him before they even lifted off the ground. Sam spread his mechanic wings, running his fingers through her hair and gave her a soft kiss to distract her, lifting up to the clouds.
She only opened her eyes when they were steady, the wind blowing her hair against Sam’s chest, her skin pressing her down as she moved above the ground.
Sam rolled on his back mid-air, placing her on his stomach so he could see her face, watching as she sparkled with adrenaline and amazement. He effortlessly moved through the air, swift motions keeping them steady, air blocking out their laughter.
It was like he was floating, swaying through the clouds, arms spread like he was welcoming the world. He flew as if it was easy, natural, a part of him. He was an angel with mechanic wings. He flipped and turned, dipped and went higher above the clouds, until she overcame her fear.
This was his home, she decided. She leaned up to kiss him quickly, to not distract him, mouthing her love to him as they floated on cloud 9.
Different houses, but one home with each other
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A/N : Alexa play sweet creature by Harry Styles. “Two hearts, one home.”
I’M BACK… kinda? But here is a cute Sam fic I rarely see. Also rare fluff from me :)
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.
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.
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?”
Would anybody be interested reading this? I haven’t thought much about it yet. This was just a recent idea draft I wanted to share. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
CEO!SamBucky, Mob Boss!Steve Fic
Like I said, I haven’t thought much about it, so it’s still untitled. Haha! •ө•
Wilson & Barnes Inc.
Your Father used to be part of Sam Wilson’s and Bucky Barnes’ tier 1 company. You’ve even dreamt once to be a part of it. Not until your Father was found dead on a car accident which you’ve so convinced yourself that the one responsible for his death was under that damned company. His last wish being, to keep his very own Wilson & Barnes’ engraved golden flash drive safe no matter what happens. You are to trust no one, he said.
Catch is, the said drive was encrypted and can only be accessed under the company’s facilities. But you were dying to find out what was the significance of the files kept that even your Father’s safety was jeopardized.
Steven Grant Rogers, was your closest chance to set foot in that company. Not only is he one of the trusted Directors of Wilson & Barnes, but your Father treated him like his own Son. Maybe loving him more than you. He helped him get through the darkest moments of his life. Giving him a chance to start life anew. A home, a friend, and a job. You on the other hand, have a not-so-nice relationship with Steve, but deep down knowing that he’d be willing to help you dig through the real cause of your Father’s death.
Unaware that he’s the very reason why, you were like a lamb approaching the slaughter.
Summary:when in trouble, you ended up by the front door of the Avengers compound; they gave you everything: safety, home, family and thanks to one specific person you found out what it’s like to love and be loved
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, mentions of Hydra’s experiments, Sam being a cutie
Word count:~3,2k
A/N: english is not my native language so I apologise for my mistakes and lack of vocabulary, I’m still learning
A/N: this fic needs to be proofread very badly but im too lazy to do that rn, so i’ll do it next time. And this low-key sucks so..
“hey guys? There’s a woman laying on the ground by the front door” Sam called out when he opened the door and saw you.
“what?” Steve quickly walked over to where Sam was standing, followed by Natasha and Bruce.
Sam opened the door wider so they all could see. “why are you standing here like an idiot, check up on her!” Nat threw her hands in the air frustrated. She was so done with them.
Sam crouched down to check your pulse “she’s alive but unconscious” he informed looking back at his friends.
“yeah no shit” Natasha sighed.
“come on, bring her to my lab, she needs help” Bruce said.
Sam nodded and carefully picked you up, gasping when he saw blood coming out of her leg. “she’s hurt”
“fuck, come on Sam, hurry up” Steve rushed him.
Sam really wanted to complain about Steve bossing him around but he knew that there’s no time for that.
“who’s that?” Tony raised his eyebrows when the three guys passed him with you in Sam’s arms.
“we don’t know yet. Sam found her unconscious by the front door and she’s hurt” Steve quickly explained and turned around to catch up with them before hearing Tony yell.
“I hope she’s not here to kill us!”
•••
“is she okay?” Sam walked into the medbay, where Bruce was doing some research with a nurse.
“I think so, we removed the bullet from her leg and took some blood so we could run some tests” Bruce shrugged.
Sam looked at you worriedly, he had a strange feeling inside of him, like a voice was telling him to not leave you alone. He frowned when he noticed something on your wrists and ankles.
“why is she tied up?”
“because we have no idea who she is. She might be dangerous”
“does she look dangerous to you?” he said angrily, glancing at your angelic face.
Bruce rolled his eyes. “she might not look dangerous but she could be. We’re not risking. Remember what happened with Ultron?”
Sam thought about it for a second and then nodded, deciding that he’s right but still, the voice in his head was telling him that you’re trustworthy.
Suddenly your eyes shot open as you tried to get up from the hospital bed but struggled with the restraints.
“where am I? who are you? how did I get here? why am I tied up?” you spilled your words, frantically looking around the room.
Bruce immediately stood up and carefully walked closer to you so he wouldn’t scare you more.
“you’re in our compound, we are the Avengers, we don’t know how you got here because we found you unconscious by our front door and you’re tied up because we don’t know who you are and we’re not taking any chances to get killed tonight” he explained calmly looking for any signs of threat in you.
“my name is…I..uhm” you stuttered, still looking around the room. Your eyes fell on Sam when he knitted his eyebrows together.
“you don’t remember your name?” he asked.
“she’s a bit in shock, it’s normal. Give her some time” the nurse intervened in the conversation.
“hey, you can trust us” Sam stepped closer and extended his arm to touch you but quickly changed his mind. He didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable. “I’m Sam”
“and I’m Bruce”
“aren’t you that big green guy?” you asked.
Bruce sighed and nodded. “yeah, the Hulk”
You looked at Sam and stayed quiet for a minute, trying to remember who are you and how did you end up here. Your memories were blurred and your head started to hurt from thinking too much.
“my name is y/n. The last thing I remember is that they injected me with something and I passed out” you gulped when an unclear flashback came into your mind.
You still kept your glance at Sam as he opened his mouth to ask. “who are they?”
You closed your eyes when a stinging pain crossed your head. “Hydra”
•••
“are you sure she’s not dangerous? She might be pretending just to get closer to us” Steve crossed his arms on his chest, leaning back on the chair.
“I don’t think so” Bucky shook his head. “she might have been an unsuccessful experiment and was thrown out”
“so how did she appear by our front door?” Tony asked.
“maybe she came here for help” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.
“Wanda, maybe you could read her mind?” Sam looked at the girl who was deep in her thoughts.
“I could try”
They all left the conference room to walk to the medbay where you were still tied up. Everyone stood outside the door waiting for Wanda to do what she needs to do. She concentrated really hard. “my leg hurts so fucking bad” she repeated. “how did I got here? I’m going to kill Brumlow for everything he has done for me”
The Avengers frowned glancing at each other while Wanda continued to voice over your thoughts. “I’m scared, they don’t trust me. They’re going to kill me. Those restraints are really itchy”
Without saying a word, Tony walked into the room and you jumped slightly frightened. “we will get you a bedroom so you could rest a little and tomorrow you are going to explain everything you remember” he instructed and when you nodded, Tony freed you.
You carefully stood up from the bed and winced in pain. “can you walk?”
“yeah, I think so” you answered taking a step forwards but when you almost fell on the ground, Sam quickly walked right next to you and hooked his arm with yours.
“here, let me help” he smiled sweetly at you and led you out of the room into another one not far from the medbay. “my room is right next to yours so if you need anything just knock at any time”
“thank you, Sam” you smiled at the guy you met just a few hours ago.
As soon as Sam closed the door and turned around, he met a lot of amused faces standing in front of him.
“what?” he raised his eyebrows, confused by his friends behaviour.
“don’t play dumb, Wilson” Natasha grinned.
“what did I do?”
“you definitely got a thing for her” Steve laughed at his cluelessness.
“what? no, I don’t. what…how…I mean I just met her a few hours ago” Sam stuttered nervously.
“we’re not saying you’re in love with her” Bucky laughed. “but I’ve never ever seen you so sincere and sweet”
“Barnes is right. You are extremely nice to her” Tony nodded.
“okay now I feel cornered up” Sam tried walking past them but got stopped by Steve.
“look, we’re not saying like it’s a bad thing. When I saw Peggy for the first time, I knew I was gonna fall for her eventually too”
Sam shook his head and walked away, not wanting to be interrogated by his friends anymore. He felt strange connection with you and that scared him. He heard a lot of stories by his mom about soulmates but he never believed in any of them but right now…he thinks that maybe, just maybe, there’s a possibility that they exist.
•••
The next morning you came in knocking on Sam’s door which he quickly opened, worried that you might need help.
“I remember everything” you said quietly to him.
His eyes lit up for a second but then quickly turned into a small frown because the look on your face was telling that no matter what you remembered, it’s not gonna be good. “okay, let’s go find the others” he placed his hand on your back and led you to the living room before calling everyone in with Friday’s help.
Being the center of the attention was nothing new to you but you still feel uncomfortable, everyone just staring at you and waiting for you to start talking.
You cleared your throat to prepare and looked down on your lap so you wouldn’t have to keep an eye contact with anyone.
“Brock Rumlow was my boyfriend. I thought he was a good guy…I mean everything was going great at first until one day…we had drinks at his place and I passed out so I guess he put something in it and the next thing I remember is me being tied up on a bed at Hydra’s base just like you have done to me yesterday” you spoke as everyone looked at you with a guilty look. “they injected me with a serum but I’m not sure which one so yeah long story short, I was trying to run away and they shot me in the leg” you sighed and looked up.
Steve looked at Wanda as if asking are you telling the truth and she just nodded feeling bad for you.
“how did you end up by our front door? And why were you unconscious?” Natasha asked.
“when I ran out I jumped into a taxi and he drove me here since he saw that I was shot he didn’t even ask me to give him money. I felt dizzy and my leg hurt like hell so I wasn’t able to reach the door when I passed out” you explained.
“I got the results” Bruce came into the room with a lot of papers in his hands. “they injected a serum that was never used before-“ he started.
“so she was an experiment” Sam interrupted.
“yeah I guess so. I’m still not sure what that serum is supposed to do but we might find out soon, at least she’s alive”
“look, I’m not going to be a burden. I’ll go home tonight, I just wanted to let you guys know because you have to stop them and you’re the only ones that can do that, who knows how many more innocent people are being experimented on and how many of them were unsuccessful leading to death” you offered them a small smile before standing up from your seat.
Sam grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away and you looked at him confused. “you can’t go. Rumlow and his minions are definitely searching for you right now, it’s not safe. Stay here until we take them down” he offered.
Unsure, you looked around the room and the people sitting there. “I don’t know” you meeked out.
“Wilson is right, we’re not letting you put your life in danger. It’s safe here, so please stay” Tony nodded, earning a lot of approvals.
“are you sure?” you asked.
“yes, we are sure. You can stay here as long as you need” Steve gave you a reassuring smile.
•••
A week has passed. A week of trying to come up with a plan on how to take down Hydra and also to figure out what did that serum do to you.
Also a week of getting to know more about the whole team and especially getting closer to Sam. His behaviour towards you was shocking to you since you never had someone taking care of you as much as he did. He would always check up on you, talk to you, help you.
Everyone in the compound teased him about looking like a lost puppy following you everywhere you go but he didn’t care, he just wanted to spend as much time as he can until everything is done and you will get back home.
You were standing in the kitchen, making yourself and Sam something to eat when you heard a loud bang, making you drop everything you had in your hands and then Sam came in running, he looked frightened as he grabbed your hand and started dragging you somewhere.
“go in your room and stay there” he instructed and was about to run off but you stood in his way, placing your hands on his chest to stop him.
“what the fuck is going on?”
“they are here”
That’s all he needed to say. You let him go and went back to your room, your heart was beating out of your chest. Your plan to attack them first failed because now they are here and in your mind, it’s all your fault.
You couldn’t stay still, knowing and hearing that people who saved and helped you are now in danger by people who hurt you.
Impulsively, without any protection, guns or anything, you ran out of the compound as Sam immediately saw you. “y/n! Go back inside!” he yelled while hitting another Hydra’s soldier on the ground.
You ignored him, storming right to where Brock and Steve were fist fighting. You didn’t know what was going on in your mind especially the fact that you could get killed any second now. “Steve, back off”
He frowned looking at you but your eyes burning from rage were fixated on Brock as Steve took a small step back, knowing that you deserve to at least let your anger out on the person that hurt you the most. “I let you in my life, I trusted you, I was even falling in love with you” you started, pointing your index finger at Brock with each word. “you fucking piece of shit used me for an experiment. You weren’t even sure if I was going to survive!” you raised your voice as your eyes teared up but you blinked a couple of times trying to keep them in. “I hate you so fucking much you have no idea” you gritted through your teeth as by now everyone was standing around you after they quickly knocked out Brock’s colleagues. “I’m going to kill you”
Brock was standing still in front of you, listening to your every word but started smiling at the end. “y/n…” he giggled. “I know you. You are all talk”
You were furious. “you don’t know a shit about me and you’re going to regret ever seeing me”
Before you could do anything, you heard a lot of gasps and Sam’s voice. “y/n? Look at your hands”
You looked down and widened your eyes. They were burning. Like literal fire was coming out of your hands. Brock’s smile fell when he glanced at your hands but before he could try to run away or tackle you; you were already grabbing his arms and burning him in the process, making him yell out of pain.
The more you got angry, the more flames got out of your hands making Brock’s whole body burn. The team were standing with their mouths wide open, trying to comprehend everything, while Bruce was already running back inside the compound to look over your tests results once again and to try to find something that explains how did your hands lit up on fire.
When Brock’s body fell on the ground unconscious you stood there for a few seconds, just staring. The fire on your hands slowly decreased and you managed to turn around to face the team.
“h-how?”
Before you could answer, Bruce came running back with a big smile on his face. “I don’t know how did I miss this fact but apparently that serum was filled with one of the Infinity Stones, I’m just not sure which one and now you can create and throw fire with your hands”
You raised your hand a little bit and snapped your fingers, making a small flame on the tip. Mesmerised you started moving your finger in circles, trying to understand what is going on.
Sam walked closer to you, until he was standing right in front, he carefully grabbed your hand, trying not to burn himself and folded it into a fist before lowering it down.
You looked up at him and just now you realised what happened. You killed your ex, you can create fire with your hands. You killed a person.
You wanted to look back at him, but Sam quickly grabbed your head and cupped your cheeks, knowing exactly what you were about to do. “it’s okay. No one’s is going to hurt you now” he whispered.
You wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth as you just nodded. Sam pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, giving you small kiss on the top of your head. You never felt more safe.
•••
The next day, you were already saying goodbye to everyone and thanking them a million times.
“please join us. You would be very useful with your powers” Tony asked you, hoping for a positive answer.
“I don’t know…maybe it’s too soon, I still need to figure out my powers and how to use them”
“it’s okay. Whenever you’re ready…you know where to find us or if you need any help, don’t hesitate” Natasha smiled, giving you one last hug.
“okay” you sniffled and wiped the tear that escaped your eye.
“I will miss you” Sam sighed sadly also hugging you a lot tighter that Nat. To explain the feelings that he has right now is almost impossible. He was heartbroken, like a piece of him is going away; he was angry that he didn’t make a move earlier and now he might never see you again, unless you change your mind.
“I will miss you too, so much” you whispered into his chest.
“bye”
•••
A few hours later, Sam found himself once again opening the front door of the compound, a slight dejavu flashing him.
“y/n?” he asked surprised, eyeing you up and down to make sure you’re not hurt.
“can I stay here? Apparently Rumlow destroyed my flat while they were looking for me” you nervously fiddled with your fingers, a few sparks coming out of them in the process.
“of course, come in. Are you okay?” Sam asked worriedly.
You bit your bottom lip softly and shook your head, giving him an answer. He extended his arms, inviting you in a hug which you gladly accepted, wrapping your arms around his waist, letting a few tears roll down your cheeks. “he ruined my life” you sniffled.
“hey, no. Don’t think like that. Life still goes on, you just have a little bit more right now. You have cool powers which I’m kinda jealous for” you giggled at his words. “and you have new friends, a family if I may say”
“you may” you smiled looking up at him. “thank you” your words came out in a whisper.
Sam cupped your cheeks with his hands. “you don’t need to thank me. I’m here for you” his eyes fell on your lips and he started leaning in a little until his lips touched yours. Anger, pain, sadness, regret. Every feeling that you felt the past days just simply washed away with a kiss.
Now you felt safe, happy, wanted and loved. Everything you ever wanted.
You pulled away and looked at Sam again. “I think I’m falling in love with you”
“what a coincidence. I think I’m falling in love with you too”
Y/N propped her arms up on the desk amusedly, pen twirling in her fingers while smiling at the man in front of her who was casually dressed in running t-shirts and shorts.
“And if it isn’t my favorite receptionist, Y/N L/N.” He winked, leaning on the wooden desk top as she chuckled.
“So, I was thinking.” He started, plucking up one of the fake flowers that rested in a vase on her desk, examining it nonchalantly.
“Oh, were you now?” Y/N mused, continuing her work absentmindedly.
“I mean, I’m no photographer, but I can totally picture me and you together.”
Y/N’s lips twitched as she tried to hold back a smile while glancing back up at him. But seeing his suggestively raise eyebrows, she couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth as an attempt to stifle it.
“I got you there!” Sam grinned, shooting his finger guns at her.
“Enjoy it Wilson. That’s the only time it’ll work.” She pointed at him, still giggling.
“Sam!” Turning at the sound of his name, Sam greeted the blond man approaching amiably.
“Steve, hey!”
“Steve?” Y/N inquired. “As in-”
“You must be Y/N!” Steve beamed. “Sam’s told me a lot about you.”
“Oh?” She glanced at Sam who was shaking his head at Steve hurriedly, cutting off as Y/N’s gaze turned, transforming into a too wide smile.
“Only the good stuff.” He promised, shrugging sheepishly.
“That doesn’t sound right.” She teased, and Sam scoffed.
“Didn’t realize there was any bad stuff to tell babygirl.” He caught her bashfulness at that nickname and chuckled inwardly.
“Anyways.. I should get going.” Steve waved as he disappeared, and Y/N smirked.
“Did you tell Captain America to come by here while you were talking to me to impress me?”
“Did it work?”
“I can’t say it did. But I did enjoy watching you squirm as he said more than you wanted.” She giggled as he rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.
“Damn. If I can’t woo you using Cap, how else can I get you to go on a date with me?”
Summary: Reader has a midnight snack and needs to be cooled off
Warnings: pre-smut I guess not sure what else lol
A/N:35? For the NSFW post. I’m cool with Sam or Bucky. - @wawakanda-btch I’m too excited for this!! Your writing is bomb!!!
“You make a sound and it’s game over baby.” I changed it a bit so that it could fit lol I hope you like it!!! and thank you so much!!! All of it’s below the cut
Now iiii gotta be cooled off cause this was sexy as hell!! Both of them are rude first of all, and second why do they gotta be so fine and so charming and smooth with their words! Loved every bit of this!
A.N: I’m re-obsessed with animal crossing so it’s only right I write a lil sumn lol; also the character’s name made me rihmember the cartoon Shanna’s Show that used to play on Playhouse Disney and I got hella nostalgic lmao// also this is short bc I def ran out of steam while writing it but enjoy! lol
*gif not mine!
The 5 o'clock animal crossing theme song blares in their shared room; Sam shakes his head and chuckles softly. She must be playing that damn game again, he thinks to himself. He’s just returned from a meeting with some government officials and hoped that he’d have his wife, Shanna, all to himself. To his dismay, she’s playing animal crossing, which means she doesn’t have time for him.
“You still playing? When I talked to you earlier today, you were playing…” Sam playfully complains, knowing how much his girl loves her video games.
“The gameplay is intense right now, babe…”
He walks even further into the room and peers at the tv. He watches Shanna cook up a meal.
“Baby… you’re literally cooking… I don’t think that’s considered intense gameplay… you do that all the time in real life!”
HE’S A LITERAL DREAM MAN I ADORE THIS!!! everything about this was warm and loving and I could just picture this with Sammy! And the ending!!!! Excuse me don’t make me cry like this, that’s so beautiful, I feel like he’s such a romantic so this just fits him perfectly!
Description: Basically, the four of us were on FaceTime and made multiple paper fortune tellers to help & have fun with our writers block. We let the answers choose important details for the story and let our creativity flow. These are our stories.
Charmaine is an intern for Tony Stark, soon she meets the team and they become her family. One mission was all it took.
1.Meeting➞ Where Charmaine meets the team for the first time after having a panic attack.
2.Shit Bucky➞ Charmaine cooks for the team and gets to know them more.
3.Charm Bracelet➞Charm gets to know Bucky more and feelings starts to grow.
4.Alright, that’s enough ➞A little bit jealous of bucky but finally confesses his feelings to the guys as well as charm do.
5.Don’t do this to me ➞Charmaine’s first mission with the team but doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
6.Eternal Flame ➞ Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
7.1 year later ➞ It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
8.I’m not naming my child Thorina. ➞ Lori does a big gender reveal for the whole team but by the end of the night, Thor and Steve are able to reveal something.
9.Stay ➞ Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
more to come!
I really want to finish this series and maybe post it on Wattpad. This will give me a reason to finish so you guys can enjoy.
