#char: Sam Wilson

[excelsiorfics]

A Semblance Of My Soul

Date: 13 March 2024 Author: mattmurderock Rating: Teen Word Count/Status: 7,699, 4/11 chapters Dynamic: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Hank McCoy/Simon Williams Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Hank McCoy, Simon Williams, The Vision, Wanda Maximoff, Janet van Dyne, Sam Wilsom, James Rhodes Tags: Reality TV, Canon DIvergence, Falling In Love, Flirting, Cameras, Secret Identity, Inspired by Love is Blind (TV)

Summary:

Dating in New York is difficult for anyone. Dating in New York as an Avenger is something else entirely. When the chance to sign up for a unique experiment comes around, the idea is more appealing than some might want to admit. These contestants are here to find love, to find a connection, and above all, to answer one very important question.

Can love truly be blind? Or are there some realities you can never escape from after all?

[rolandtowen]

chapter summary: JARVIS calls for aid. Sam answers.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!

chapter warnings: vomiting, panic attack

There are several prerogatives in the foundation of JARVIS’ code. Etched in carefully by Master Stark, set in stone. Prerogatives that cannot be overridden, no matter the circumstances. 

He cannot allow harm to come to the residents of the Tower, through either action or inaction. Further, he must obey orders from the Tower residents, unless those orders induce harm. 

JARVIS has been requested not to call Captain Rogers, and he must respect that request. But Bucky is clearly in distress – heart rate 120 and rising – and he is no longer responding to JARVIS. So he calls - according to his calculations - the next best thing. 

“Staff Sergeant Wilson, you are urgently needed in Bucky's quarters.” 

Sam startles awake, leaping out of bed with a soldier’s urgency. “What’s the situation?” He asks, pulling on a shirt and stumbling into a pair of sweatpants. “Do I need my med kit?”

“Bucky seems to be experiencing severe emotional distress, but is not in any physical danger,” JARVIS replies calmly. 

JARVIS can hear Sam swear something intelligible under his breath. “If he’s experiencing emotional distress, why aren’t you calling Steve?” Sam asks, shoving his feet in a pair of sneakers. 

“Bucky has specifically requested that Steve not be notified of his distress.”

Okay, weird, Sam thinks. He hesitates, then decides he’s better safe than sorry and grabs his med kit from under his bed. The elevator deposits him one floor down–Bucky’s floor–and the door to Bucky’s quarters opens without Sam lifting a finger. “Thanks, JARVIS,” he murmurs, slipping into the apartment. 

Sam’s not sure what he expected upon entering Bucky’s apartment, but it sure wasn’t Bucky sitting frozen on the floor in front of the couch, his eyes glazed over. Trauma manifests differently for everyone, he reminds himself. It makes sense, in a twisted way, that Bucky’s body would pick the “freeze” option out of fight, flight, or freeze. Fighting or fleeing were decidedly not options as the Winter Soldier. 

Sam moves slowly across the living room, dropping his med kit by the door, telegraphing his movements and trying to make enough noise that he doesn’t startle Bucky. When he finally makes it to him, he sits cross-legged in front of him, a few feet away so as to not block his exit. “Hey, Bucky, you with me?”

Bucky’s eyes don’t move at all to track his movements, nor do they flick to him when Sam finally speaks. His eyes stay fixed on something in the distance, his face lax but his breathing heavy. A thousand-yard stare. 

Sam takes a deep breath and reminds himself that this is what he does all the time – counsel veterans with PTSD. Surely the nuts and bolts remain the same, even if said veteran has been a prisoner of war for seventy years while being molded into the perfect assassin. Sure. There’s no conceivable way this goes sideways. 

“Your name is Bucky. It’s Tuesday, 3:06am. You’re in your apartment in Avengers Tower. My name is Sam Wilson. We do person-bootcamp together.” Sam thinks he sees Bucky’s lip twitch a little bit at his joke. “JARVIS called me to come help you – can you tell me where you are?”

Bucky gives the slightest shake of his head. Well, progress either way. Sam repeats his grounding sentences for a few more minutes, watching as the tension begins to settle in Bucky’s frame, his eyes coming into focus. “Let’s try again – can you tell me where you are?”

“Tower,” Bucky rasps, breathing purposefully in through his nose and out through his mouth. 

“That’s good,” Sam breathes with him. “Can you tell me who I am?”

“Sam.”

“And who are you?”

“I – I’m Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky says the words like it pains him to hear them out loud. 

Okay, technically correct, but Sam knows for certain now that Bucky’s remembering something, because they’ve all been very careful to keep from calling Bucky by his full name or by his rank to not forcefully trigger any memories. Looks like Bucky’s brain is healing itself, then. 

“How do you know that you’re Sergeant Barnes?” Sam asks gently, thinking he’ll have remembered something from the war, but – 

“Because I remember all of them. My missions,” Bucky gulps, and his head ticks to the side like he's fighting to keep still. “I remember killing Stark.”

Sam's stomach flips and he opens his mouth to call out to check on Tony, but JARVIS beats him to it. “I believe Bucky is referring to the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark. Sir is unharmed in his lab.” 

Of course. Sam remembers seeing the mission report in the files. Much of it had been redacted, but one thing was clear: The Winter Soldier had assassinated the Starks. If there was a reason why, it had been redacted too. Howard was the main intelligence behind SHIELD's technology, and maybe – maybe he'd figured out that SHIELD was compromised even then, or maybe…he'd invented something that made him dangerous. 

Sam is snapped back to the present as Bucky curls over to one side and retches. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” the former assassin repeats over and over like a prayer. “I knew him, but I killed him – they made me kill him. He knew me and I still killed him.” Sam reaches out slowly, rubbing Bucky's back in what he hopes is a comforting and grounding gesture, and Bucky alternates between sobbing apologies and gagging. 

“Bucky, Bucky – you gotta breathe, man, it's alright. C'mon, breathe with me, you're okay. No one's gonna hurt you, you're safe here.” Sam repeats himself until Bucky stops shaking and pleading. “That's it, there you go. Just breathe.” 

It could've been minutes or hours, but when Sam is satisfied that Bucky's stable enough to breathe on his own, he stands, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen. “Drink,” he sets the glass on the coffee table in front of Bucky. “I'll be right back.” 

He cleans up the bile off of the hardwood with a roll of paper towels, then stands, scanning the apartment for something helpful. His eyes land on the fleece blanket thrown over the back of the couch, and he throws it in the dryer for a few minutes. One of his typical grounding tools after a panic attack is to hold an ice cube, or to splash cold water on his face, but he knows Bucky won’t respond well to the cold. He’ll have to put a heating pad on the ever-growing list of things to introduce to Bucky. 

When Sam returns with the toasty blanket, the glass of water has been drained, and Bucky's staring into the middle distance again, albeit breathing normally. “Here,” Sam wraps the warmed blanket around Bucky's shoulders before plopping on the floor next to him. Bucky's flesh fingers grip the edges of the blanket, pulling it tighter around him, and he looks to Sam, confusion clear on his face. 

“Gift,” he says tremulous, “why?” 

Sam sighs, spreading his legs out in front of him. He has a feeling they're going to be a while. “Not a gift – a coping mechanism. A tool. It's…necessary. Not earned. Does it help?” 

Bucky nods, burrowing deeper into the fabric by way of answer. 

“Has Rebecca told you about flashbacks? Or panic attacks?” Bucky shakes his head. “Well, I think what happened was you had a flashback – you remembered something. Were you asleep or awake?” 

“Asleep,” comes the muffled reply. 

“Well, that makes sense. Our brains process a lot of information when we sleep. So, you had a nightmare, and woke up. I'm guessing that's when JARVIS called me?” Another nod. “Can you tell me why you asked him not to call Steve?” 

“He can't know,” Bucky says seriously, locking Sam in place with a desperate stare. “I killed his friend, my friend. He'll hate me, and then – then I'll have to leave. Please, please don't tell him, don't make me leave, I can be good –”

“Hey, hey,” Sam gentles Bucky's growing panic with a hand to his shoulder, firm pressure grounding him in space and time. “We know already, okay? We got your files from the Vault, and everyone either read them or got briefed on them. Trust me,” Sam emphasizes each word. “Steve doesn't hate you. Neither does Tony. No one is going to make you leave. Okay?” Bucky gives a tiny nod. “We know it wasn't your fault. The Chair, the trigger words – everything. You didn't sign up for that, Bucky, we know that.” 

Finally, finally, some semblance of calm washes over Bucky's face and he sits back, gripping the blanket firmly again. “Do you want to try and go back to sleep?” Sam asks, and Bucky shakes his head emphatically no. “Alright, well I'm gonna get us some more water, and we can just hang out.” 

Sam really doesn't want to leave Bucky unattended so soon after such a potent panic attack, so he grabs some more water and shakes, and then asks JARVIS to turn on the latest season of Planet Earth. They sit on the floor together, Bucky's eyes locked on the television screen as the sun slowly begins to rise. 

“I need a pen,” Bucky says after three hours of silence, in the middle of an episode about cuttlefish. “And paper.” 

“What for?” Sam’s already standing, looking around for Bucky’s journal and pen. Maybe Rebecca has told him to record his dreams and memories. He finds the journal on the kitchen table, passing it to Bucky, who turns to a new page. “Gotta write down the dream?”

“No,” Bucky starts writing furiously before looking up at Sam with a determined gleam in his eye. “I remember everything they did to me. Where they did it. Who did it.” He swallows, and points to what he’s scribbling on the page. Sam leans in to look and – he’s writing names. Locations. Even GPS coordinates. “We can burn HYDRA to the ground.”

Sam smirks. “Damn right.” 

[callieisto]

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹ Cal’s Kinktober 2024 Prompt List! ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

Happy pre-Kinktober! I’m going to be writing little blurbs/fics all through October (hopefully), and this is my list of characters and kinks :3

Day 1: Break

Day 2: Oral Fixation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Hand worship

(Logan Howlett)

Day 3: threesome

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Jason Todd/Roy Harper)

Day 4: Aphrodisiac

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Breeding

(Sam Winchester)

Day 5: Mask Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Jason Todd)

Day 6: Food play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wally West)

Day 7: Gun play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 8: Break

Day 9: Overstimulation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Sam Winchester (receiving))

Day 10: Mutual Masturbation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Tim Drake)

Day 11: Asphyxiation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wade Wilson)

Day 12: Face sitting

- Secondary Kink/Trope: trans!char

(Sam Winchester)

Day 13: Thigh Riding

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Aaron Hotchner)

Day 14: Orgasm Denial

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Spencer Reid)

Day 15: Break

Day 16: Praise Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: crying

(Jason Todd)

Day 17: Lingerie

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Sam Winchester)

Day 18: Tit Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Diana Prince)

Day 19: Throat Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: dom/sub

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 20: Reunion Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: desperate sex, clingy, overstimulation

(Spencer Reid)

Day 21: Free Use

- Secondary Kink/Trope: multiple

(BAU)

Day 22: Break

Day 23: Car Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 24: Thigh fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: punishment

(Jason Todd)

Day 25: Hate Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: degradation

(Tim Drake)

Day 26: Pet Play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: daddy kink...

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 27: Aftercare

- Secondary Kink/Trope: threesome

(Garcia and Derek)

Day 28: Size difference

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Bruce Wayne)

Day 29: Break

Day 30: Secret

- Secondary Kink/Trope: almost caught, public sex

(Knight!Jason Todd)

Day 31: Monsterfucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: scenting/werewolf/knotting

(Werewolf!Dean Winchester)

(These are all going to get done at some point, regardless of if it’s still October… and feel free to send me messages! Let me know if you want to be tagged, too! Happy kinktober <33)

[seenoversundown]

Sultry

Josh Kiszka x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Thoughts/Discussion of having children, Jake’s ratty boots, sandcastles, improper (or proper, depending 🤭) use of ��daddy”

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: The crew has a beach day and Quinn has to grapple with how hot Josh is when he takes care of others.

Author's Note: This one is a little bit short, but I don’t want to give too much away before you all actually meet Josh and Quinn 🤭 Please enjoy!

Ramblin'

Where to begin?

I taste the summer on your peppery skin

“Summersong” The Decemberists.

When Danny and Melody floated the idea of a family beach day at Rangeley Lake a few weeks ago, I had been convinced it would never come to fruition. Jake runs a tight ship at the bar, so I was sure he’d take issue with all four boys being away for the day. But Jake either decided to live a little, or he knew we’d never let him live it down if we missed out on a beach day because of him. Regardless of his reason, he left the bar in the hands of one of his steady bartenders for the day.

And so, I find myself surrounded by bags and spinning in a circle in the bedroom, trying to remember what I'm doing.

Double-checking the supplies, that's right.

“Bug!! Are you ready? We need to head out in about 15 minutes!” Josh yells from across our apartment.

I shift items around the bags I’ve been packing all morning, taking stock to ensure we have everything.

Sunblock, extra clothes, extra shoes, kindle, towels, a blanket…

“Yeah, Starlight! I think we’re good to go!” I shout back.

I jump, feeling his arms wrap around my middle as he rests his head in the crook of my shoulder.

“No need to yell; I'm right here,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He presses a kiss directly below my ear before slowly pulling away and spinning me around to face him.

“You scared me,” I giggle, staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, dear. I was just coming to see if you needed help getting our bags to the car.”

He moves toward the bed and slips them over his arms, rushing out of the room before I can even respond.

He loves caring for me; he’ll be such a good dad one day.

The thought slips into my head before I can even hope to stop it. It’s a conversation we’ve kicked around a few times, usually after a few glasses of wine, but not anything we’ve discussed seriously.

I shake my head to stop further thoughts from creeping in.

We’ll table that for now.

I hear the front door click closed, signaling that Josh is headed down to load the car, and I walk out to the living room to put on my sandals. I sit on the couch, pulling out my phone to check The Girl's group chat.

Wilson: Sam and I are about to get in the car

Charmander: I’m fighting with Jacob about appropriate shoes for the lake.

Charmander: Again.

Melli Vanelli: Loafers?

Charmander: …His boots this time 😫

Wilson: If he shows up in those boots, he’ll never hear the end of it.

Charmander: I have told him that. He insists he doesn't care.

Melli Vanelli: Last time he insisted he didn’t care about being made fun of…

Wilson: HE ENDED UP WITH A GIRLFRIEND AFTER YEARS OF INSISTING HE DIDN’T WANT ONE.

Wilson: No offense, Char

Charmander: None taken.

I laughed, remembering the group effort of gentle bullying that led Jake to find the love of his life semi-reluctantly.

Me: I vote we let him wear the boots.

Me: Maybe we can bully him into finally throwing them away.

Charmander: You may have a point, Quinn.

Wilson: Only time will tell

The door clicks, and Josh sweeps back in.

“Ready, darling?”

I let out one final chuckle and stood up from the couch. I slipped my phone into the front pocket of my overall shorts before walking over to Josh.

“I am, my love,” I say, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his nose.

The way his cheeks heat up at the small gesture makes my stomach swoop.

He laces his fingers through mine and gestures toward the door.

“Your chariot awaits!”

I follow him out the door and down to the car, hopping into the passenger's seat.

__________________________________

We pull up to the main parking lot about 2 hours later, and my limbs scream at me.

“Thank God,” I practically shout in Josh’s face as he opens my door.

I hop out of the car and shake my legs out.

“I’m too old to remain in one position for so long.”

“Oh, is that so?” Josh gives me a wink.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know exactly what,” I roll my eyes but can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me.

“Mmm, I don't think I do,” he grabs the straps of my overalls and pulls me in for a kiss.

I look around the parking lot, noting that we are somehow the first couple here.

Interesting considering Sam and Willa were the first to leave. I’ll file that away for later. Oh well, better make the most of it.

“Alright, let’s go claim a spot before the other tourists descend.”

We grab our cooler and bags and wander to the beach, claiming a spot closer to the treeline at the lake's edge.

I watch as Josh lays out our towels and sets up an umbrella.

“My baby won’t get a sunburn today,” he says, pulling a tube of sunscreen out of one of our bags, “now lay down and take your clothes off.”

I roll my eyes at his phrasing but unbuckle the straps of my overalls and slide them down, leaving me in my olive-green sports bra and swim shorts.

I set my clothes aside, lay on the towel in front of me, and close my eyes, feeling the sun soak into my skin.

Josh crawls overtop of me, straddling my hips and places a featherlight kiss between my shoulder blades.

“You’d think after all this time I'd be used to it, but your beauty is staggering.”

What did I do to deserve him?

He opens the sunscreen and squeezes a bit into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before massaging it into my shoulders.

A small moan escapes my lips as he hits a particularly tense spot.

“Jesus Christ”

I jump, hearing Sam’s voice to my left.

“They’re at it again, Bird!”

“Leave them alone, Sam,” Willa snarks, “they're in love.”

“Can’t they be in love like that in private?”

I feel Josh shift on top of me, and I lift my head, opening my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Sam being smacked in the chest by the bottle of sunscreen.

I huff a small laugh through my nose and pat Josh’s leg, signaling him to let me up.

“Sorry, Sam. We take sun safety very seriously,” I start, “but that’s beside the point. Would you care to tell us why you allegedly were the first to leave, but we somehow got here before you?”

I fix him with a wicked grin, and he quickly shuts up.

“That’s what I thought.”

“That’s enough of that,” Willa chimes in, grabbing my hand and pulling me away, “I'm stealing Quincy. You boys can finish setting up while we wait for the others to arrive.”

__________________________________

A few hours later, after the rest of the group arrived, I find myself on the beach, surrounded by the three best women in my life.

Willa leans up from her towel to look at me.

“So, Quindolynn,” a cheeky grin overtakes her face, and I sigh, already knowing where this is going.

“Wanna share with the class how Josh has managed to bring out the side of you that doesn't care about PDA?”

“Yeah, if you wanna tell us how Sam has managed to break your obsession with punctuality.”

A chorus of “Oohs” sounds off from Charlotte and Melody, and I whip my head in their direction.

“Careful, there—” Willa and I say simultaneously, and we both dissolve into a fit of giggles as she motions for me to take the lead.

“I’m sure we could ask y'all something similar.”

“We absolutely could, Q,” Willa laughs, “for example, Charlotte… isn't it interesting how you took a day off work.”

“I take off work all the time,” Charlotte scoffs.

“Sure you do, Charmander,” I cut in, “but you left your phone in the car this time. No work emails.”

I can feel her eyes roll from behind her sunglasses, but she doesn't say a peep.

“And Melli,” I continue, “I’ve noticed you've not been fretting over anyone today.”

“OR trying to fight,” Willa adds.

Melody snorts a laugh.

“Well,” Melody starts, “I think we all have the same answer. Good dick!”

“Cheers to that,” Charlotte quietly responds.

“Is that how you convinced Jake to wear normal shoes, Hottie Lottie?” Willa asks through a laugh.

“Maybe, maybe not…” she responds, steepling her fingers under her chin.

The conversation lulls into a contented silence, and I turn my attention to Josh. He’s down near the water with Melody and Danny’s daughter, Iris.

I watch as she grabs his hand to get his attention.

She always has his attention when she's around. He loves that little girl. And I love how much he loves her.

Once she’s sure she has his attention, she signs something to him.

I can't quite make it out from up here, but I see Josh flash her a toothy grin before he scoops her up and runs into the lake with her.

My stomach swoops, watching as he picks her up and gently throws her into the water.

Iris’s wild giggles carry through the air as she swims the few feet back over and clings to Josh, asking him to do it again.

“QUINN!” Melody practically yells, grabbing my attention from Josh and Iris.

“Huh?”

“You were in your own little world over there,” she laughs, “been trying to get your attention for a minute.”

An embarrassed blush creeps up my neck and over my cheeks.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

“No need to apologize. You just got your heart eyes on.”

“I suppose I do,” I laugh. “It's hard not to when I’m staring at the love of my life.”

“Mhmmmmmm, especially when they're playing with babies,” she winks at me.

She's honestly too good at reading me. I should work on that.

“HA, I hadn't even noticed.”

Melody cocks a skeptical brow at me.

“If we’re telling lies today, I still believe in the Easter Bunny. Look, babe, it's easy to get lost in your man when he’s acting like a daddy. Nothing wrong with it at all.”

I roll my eyes and scrub one hand down my face.

It’s useless to deny it.

“It’s unnecessarily hot, seeing him play with babies.”

“Amen,” Charlotte pipes up, lowering the book she’s been reading, “I've had to distract myself every time Jake picks her up.”

Willa hums in agreement.

I abruptly stand up from my towel and wipe my hands on my shorts.

“I’m gonna go hang out with them.”

“Just make sure you hand Iris off to Daniel before you start your weird PDA,” Melody laughs, “she's innocent!”

I turn and flip her off before walking down the beach.

__________________________________

Josh is standing about waist-deep in the water, holding Iris and pretending to drop her as she squirms in his arms.

Iris sees me approaching before Josh does, her face breaking out in a massive grin. She unclasps her little arms from behind Josh’s neck and flings them around wildly in a double wave.

I have to stifle a laugh as Josh fights to keep hold of the slippery child.

‘Play?’ Iris signs to me.

‘Of course!’

A wild giggle peels from her mouth before Josh finally turns around.

He visibly relaxes when our eyes meet.

I begin to walk into the lake, making grabby hands at Iris.

Josh meets me halfway and hands her over.

“I missed you, Bug,” he tucks an errant curl behind my ear before moving his hand down to pat Iris’ back.

“We’ve hardly been apart.”

“Doesn't matter, I still missed you.”

And that's fair; I miss him whether we’re apart for minutes or days.

“I missed you too, my love,” I admit, softly kissing his cheek.

He drops a hand on my lower back and gently ushers me in the direction of the towels that he had set aside for himself and Iris.

I gently drop Iris to the sand and watch her toddle to Josh.

‘Dry me?’

‘Of course, princess.’

He bends over and opens a towel for Iris, wrapping her in it and kissing her forehead.

Those pesky thoughts from this morning return, and I imagine Josh doing the same to our kid one day.

Ow. My heart.

Still wrapped in her little towel, Iris picks up a small plastic bucket and waves it at me.

‘Sandcastles?’ I ask, putting two and two together.

Iris furiously nods and runs over to a free spot of sand.

I grab Josh’s hand, following behind her.

It’s not long before Iris has us in a little sandcastle assembly line.

She fills the buckets, Josh packs the sand and carefully places it where Iris tells him, and I use my fingers to add designs to the sand buildings.

She decided we were building a little compound for our ragtag family.

She points at each building, telling me who it belongs to so I can make personalized designs.

An elaborate bird for Willa and Sam, a skull and crossbones for Jake and Charlotte, Beautiful flowers for Danny and Melody, and stars for Me and Josh.

Iris requested a more elaborate Castle in the middle of the compound to live in.

‘You want to live alone?’

‘No, but sometimes adults need alone time.’

Josh guffawed at her response.

“She’s so little and so wise.”

I nod at him before I go back to adding designs to her castle.

__________________________________

“Food’s ready!” Jake yells from across the way.

I notice Melody and Danny walking in our direction to collect the child.

My eyes shift over to Josh, and I decide to mess with him a little bit.

“Come on, Daddy,” I say lowly, watching him swallow at the word, “let's get Iris to her real parents.”

I hand Iris over to Danny, waiting for him to walk off. I glance over to Josh, taking in the bewildered look on his face.

I love making his brain short-circuit.

“Um—” he starts, “D-daddy? You hardly ever call me that.”

“Well, I've never wanted to make you one as badly as I do now.”

“M-ake me one?”

“Yes, Josh.”

He turns around, eyes darting around the group.

“Right now?” He grabs my hand.

“Why don't we start when we get home?” I laugh.

“But we could practice now; make sure we know what we’re doing!” he begins dragging me toward the parking lot.

“Are we really about to go fuck in your car like teenagers? You can't wait till we leave?” I jokingly chided him.

“Yes and no,” he drags me a little bit quicker, “I have needed you all day. And I refuse to wait any longer.”

“But—”

He turns around and catches me off guard with a kiss that leaves me wanting more, and I know that I’m going to let him get his way.

I always do…

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[reveryfics]

Pal, been scrollin' through your works for hours straight eatin' em like nachos cause God sees me it's all pure beauty. Like the way u describe stuff and emotions between chars, especially if they've some tention between em.

Can I politely request for some Sam Wilson (Marvel) X male reader? Would prefer smut cause I desperately need to read abt that man beneath me, all other fics either with f!reader or m!reader who bottoms. Will be nice if they both are also kind of enimies who love each other, but that's up to you.

Sendin' motivation waves to you, pal

Below Deck

Sam Wilson x Male Reader

Summary: A pleasant trip home, leads to a wild night Sam surely won't forget.

A/N: I love this request, because Sam needs some slow sensual love. I absolutely love the way you described eating my work like nachos, brings me so much joy.

TW: Gay sex - 18+ - Females DNI

The rhythmic crash of waves against the hull of the small boat provided a steady, almost hypnotic backdrop to the vibrant sunset. Hues of rose, lavender, and a soft, fading gold painted the sky, reflecting off the water's surface in shimmering streaks. The old, worn speakers on the boat's deck crackled with static, the music occasionally skipping and distorting as a particularly large wave slammed against the side.

Sam sat on the edge of the boat, a half-empty beer bottle dangling precariously from his fingers, his bare feet dipping into the cool, dark water. His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, a swirl of colors blurring into a hazy line. The gentle rocking of the boat and the salty air lulled him into a quiet reverie.

The soft, almost hesitant patter of footsteps broke his concentration. He turned to see you, wrapped in a faded, oversized beach towel, your damp hair clinging to your neck. You sat beside him, the familiar scent of your sunscreen and the sea mingling with the salt-tinged air. You took a long swig of your beer, the silence stretching between you until you finally turned to face him.

Being back home, after years of soaring as the Falcon and fighting alongside the Avengers, had brought a flood of memories, some welcome, some not. Seeing you again, someone he'd left behind, someone whose memory had lingered like a ghost, was a complicated mix of emotions.

Sam quickly averted his gaze, the warmth creeping up his neck as he realized he'd been staring too intently.

"That Barnes guy," you mumbled, your voice low and slightly husky. "You two... together?"

Sam nearly choked on his beer, his eyes widening in surprise. "No! Absolutely not." He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed. "What? No."

You laughed, a soft, teasing sound. "Right, not your type." You nudged his shoulder playfully.

Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his hands, now fully turned towards you. "Yeah? And you know my type, huh?"

You shrugged, your gaze drifting back to the waves, the water reflecting the fading light. "Maybe." After a moment of silence, you began to describe yourself, the you he’d left behind, the you he’d kissed before disappearing, the you he never called. "Ring any bells, cap?" you hummed, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Sam's heart pounded against his ribs, a wave of guilt washing over him. "Don't think anything I say can fix that."

You shrugged again, the hurt long since turned into a quiet acceptance. "Don't expect you to say anything, Sam. Just wanted it to be like old times, before you left... again." You turned to him, a soft smile playing on your lips, a smile that mirrored the one he remembered from years ago.

The alcohol, the memories, the undeniable pull between you – it was a potent cocktail. The moment his lips met yours, all thoughts of the past and future dissolved into the present. The kiss was deep, urgent, a silent acknowledgment of the years lost and the unspoken desires that had lingered.

You set your beer bottle aside, your hands cupping his face, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a frantic exploration of familiar territory. With a shared, unspoken urgency, you led him towards the small, cramped cabin beneath the main deck.

The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of salt and damp wood. You pushed Sam back against the narrow, disheveled bed, straddling his lap, your lips finding his again in a heated, desperate kiss. Your hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of fiery kisses across his chest.

Sam's hands tangled in your hair, his head falling back against the worn pillow. His body arched against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.

Sam's breath hitched. "Then do it."

With a shared, frantic energy, you began to undress each other, tossing aside damp swim trunks and tangled towels. The cool air nipped at your bare skin, but the heat between you burned hotter. You settled on top of him, your hands exploring the smooth, warm skin of his chest. His legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, your bodies moving together in a slow, sensual dance.

Sam arched his back, a low groan escaping his lips as you dipped beneath the covers, your warm tongue tracing the sensitive tip of his cock. He cursed under his breath, his hips bucking involuntarily as you began to move, your mouth a warm, skilled caress.

You emerged, your lips slick with his pre-cum and saliva, and leaned down, capturing his lips in another deep kiss. His legs tightened around your waist as you positioned yourself, slowly sliding into him. The initial stretch was met with a sharp intake of breath, but the feeling quickly transformed into a searing pleasure.

You began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and intensity. Sam's moans filled the small cabin, his nails digging into your back as you thrust into him, the rhythm of your movements echoing the crashing waves outside.

You moved from the bed to the worn love seat in the corner, Sam riding you as you thrust upward, his moans mingling with the sounds of the sea. Eventually, you pressed him against the small, salt-streaked window, your bodies flush against each other. Each thrust became more desperate, more primal. You whispered words of love and longing into his ear, and he echoed them back, his body tensing around you as you reached your peak, the two of you shuddering together.

You lingered, your bodies still intertwined, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You slowly pulled away, peppering his back with soft kisses.

Sam, his body slick with sweat and his own release, chuckled. "We should do that more often."

You smiled against his back, a playful glint in your eyes. "I can go all night, Sammy."

[abarbaricyalp]

Hi! For the kinky/spicy prompts I'm gonna give a few options because that whole list is wonderful: SamBucky #34 or #57 (Thunderbolts era) or #59, pretty please!!!

Thank you so much for your patience with this prompt from literal weeks ago! When I say I started all of these... You have no idea how many drafts were born from this. Congrats to the winner, but I'm almost positive I will finish the other two major ones as well. I hope you enjoy this one!

#34 In the Kitchen // AO3 Link

Where Love and Feeling Good Don't Ever Cost A Thing

Sam had to take a second to wonder if he had actually sustained a concussion on the last mission and was hearing things now. It’d be a delayed response for sure. He’d been home for three days now and there’d been no other symptoms. Still, he was sure that the boys could not have possibly cried out what he thought they did as they untangled from the water-balloon filler and went racing across the backyard to the side gate. Because what they had shouted was:

“Uncle Bucky!”

Sam flipped a burger poorly in an attempt to look up faster than his muscles would actually allow. It sizzled in irritation and malformed into some kind of lopsided beef monstrosity, but he didn’t care. Because Bucky was coming through the gate with presents that he set aside as he squatted down and held his arms wide to catch two bear hugs at once, grinning wider than the whole state and laughing when he got taken off his feet.

For a second, Sam wondered again if this was a hallucination. Bucky was dressed like he had been for the very first cookout–dark glasses, dark pants, dark jacket. But, no. His hair was longer and AJ had already taken his glasses, so Sam could see the fading bruise that bracketed his left eye. And he’d foregone his stupid ice cream cake this time.

It had been months since they’d talked. An explosive argument about the Thunderbolts, the simmering, angry acknowledgement from them both that there were secrets they weren’t sharing, the clandestine order of operations they were working under, all added up to months of silence and a building resentment that Sam thought he’d carry with him for the rest of his life.

But now Bucky was back, holding both Wilson boys in each arm like they were still small, and Sam couldn’t find any of that resentment at all. In fact, he couldn’t find any of those hard feelings at all.

One of Sarah’s friends had come around behind Bucky to gather the gifts he no longer had hands to carry and Sam saw him turn to talk to her. Then he was looking right at Sam, easy grin falling into something so desperately soft that Sam had to look away.

Someone fussed at him in one of the more Spanish based Creole dialects, and Sam jumped a little, hastily removing burgers from the grill. He didn’t speak any of the Creole languages, most people didn’t, but they all knew the bad words and there were a couple in there.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized and passed off the slightly charred–but that’s what made them good–plate of burgers. Not the Blob Burger. That one, he tried to press down into shape again. It didn’t really work.

When he looked up again, Bucky was right beside him. There was about a half second between Sam recognizing his face and Bucky putting his hand on Sam’s waist to get his attention.

“Hey,” Bucky said, all soft and low. He’d lost his hangers-on and it was just them by the grill. Sam was actually surprised by that. The neutral, no-go zone for the water balloons was by the food. He figured more people would be around.

Sam pushed Bucky’s hand from his waist. “You should go talk to the boys. It’s their party,” he said tightly.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed. Sam could hear the reluctance, sorrow, pain in his voice. His hand raised again but fell without Sam having to bat at it. “You’re seriously not even gonna look at me?” he asked. He tried to do that head tilt thing he did where he tried to put himself in Sam’s line of sight, but the grill was in the way.

“Why are you here?” Sam asked.

“You called. I came,” he said.

“I’ve been calling,” Sam snapped. “Why did you pick up this time and not before?” His eyes cut up to Bucky, which was a mistake because then he just crumbled away all over again.

“You know what the parameters of my deployment were,” Bucky said. “I didn’t get a chance to do anything until this time. I wanted to be here for their party. Cass is a teenager!”

Everyone had been playing up this party more than was necessary. Mostly to keep the boys from getting at each other’s throats about having to share a party. Partially because everyone was always looking for a reason to throw together a cookout or a potluck or a barbeque or a boil. Sam had texted Bucky about it without even really thinking. It had felt like back before the Flagsmashers, before Bucky and he had bought a house together, for those few weeks when they were still apart but sharing everything. The boys are having a birthday party. You should come.

He hadn’t even thought Bucky had his real phone.

Before Sam could wrangle any of those thoughts into a coherent sentence, Cass was next to them, yanking on Bucky’s arm and excitedly explaining the rules of the newest water slide game. Bucky shot Sam one more look, dug his heels into the soaking wet grass for just a second. But Sam just lifted his eyebrows and pointedly looked at the slip ‘n slide.

Bucky did a pretty good job not letting his sigh show as he let Cass pull him away. He was already shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it aside as he ask for a reiteration of the rules.

“I’m not gonna tell you not to be mad,” Sarah said from behind Sam, which really made him jump because there was not that much room between him and the house.

“Why would you do that while I’m working with an open flame?” he asked. He gestured to the grill with the spatula in his hand.

Sarah looked skeptical. “It is hardly an open flame.”

Sam grumbled and turned back around to arrange the next batch of hotdogs on the grill. “You’re really gonna defend him?” he asked.

“I literally just said the opposite. Go clean out your ears and wash off your attitude while you’re at it,” Sarah shot back. She leaned against the folding table next to him. It’s where the done food was supposed to go, but people kept coming up and taking trays of burgers and dogs directly from him before he could even set them down. “God knows Cash and I had more than a few stupid fights.”

“You’re taking his side,” Sam surmised. “You think I’m being stupid.”

“I didn’t say that. Takes two to have a stupid fight.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sam argued back. Just to be irritating.

“You’re right. When you would get mad at me for ‘not being in your room’ when I stood in your doorway, you had sole rights to the stupid half of the fight.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sam accused. “You were so annoying when you did that and you knew it! I reacted like any normal person would.”

Sarah didn’t try to hide her grin, except to look away from him. Sam assumed she’d found Bucky in the crowd again, based on the way her eyes tracked around the play area. “You should at least talk to him. Stupid fight, justified fight, hurt feelings, whatever. He came back for you.”

“You’re so on his side,” Sam groused.

“Telling you to talk to your partner is not choosing sides. It’s just being intelligent. I know I got the looks and the brains in this family, but you must’ve absorbed at least a few stray brain cells.”

Sam glared at her and then glared harder when she gestured for him to roll the hotdogs over. He did it, but not because she was right. 

“He’s home, Sam. Talk to him, if nothing else.”

Home. Sam would’ve scoffed at the idea, but watching Bucky show AJ how best to throw a water balloon from behind a tree only proved the point harder. And the way his eyes kept finding Sam any time he had two seconds to himself wasn’t helping matters any.

For the rest of the party, they didn’t get to see each other one-on-one. Sam had caught Bucky trying a few times, but for as often as Bucky got pulled aside to play a new game, Sam was getting pulled aside to settle neighborhood gossip or play a different game that was much better than the game everyone else was playing. Kids were weird.

It wasn’t until everyone had made their way out of Sam’s backyard and all of the blowaway trash had been gathered and the boys had made them promise they were coming to Sarah’s for the campout and s’mores and catching fireflies that Sam and Bucky finally were alone. True, it was Bucky’s house too, but Sam didn’t like how he just let himself inside. True, also, that Bucky had been in and out all afternoon anyway. But this was just them now and there was no real reason for Bucky to let himself inside before Sam. Except that he lived there.

Sam watched him veer directly into the kitchen and begin to wash all the dishes that had piled up throughout the afternoon. The draintray was already full and there were more spread out across kitchen towels on the counter. How had they made this much mess?

Without a word, Sam freed a towel and began to dry and put away the dishes. He wasn’t helping Bucky. He was saving his kitchen. In fact, he gave Bucky as much of a cold, silent shoulder as he could while they pantomimed domestic bliss.

The sun was setting as slow as a dog on a hot day. It bathed the kitchen in stark oranges, exactly the way they’d known it would the first time they saw the patio style doors to the backyard. Sam leaned against the counter around plate number 56 and just let himself bask in the warmth of the sunset.

Then there was an even warmer hand on his jaw and neck and a mouth on his. Bucky had never been able to resist Sam when he was pretty. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed as he shifted to kiss Sam’s cheekbone instead.

Sam indulged him for another two kisses–they were in quick succession, it didn’t count–and then pushed him back. Bucky hit the counter with the sink because they weren’t as far away as Sam had thought.

“You don’t get to come here and act like everything’s normal,” he said. “It’s not normal. You were gone.”

“It wasn’t like it was my decision,” Bucky answered. They were going to have this argument verbatim again and get nowhere.

“You chose to go.”

“There was no choice, Sam. This wasn’t a moral stance I could just take.” Bucky’s voice was hard as steel and twice as sharp. “You still have no idea what you’re talking about. Which is insane since you keep buddying up with the guy who engineered half of it.”

“Who the hell do you think I’m buddying up to?” Sam demanded.

“You think I haven’t noticed that you’ve been tailing Ross like a shadow? I had internet access.”

“You could’ve fooled me, since you never answered your damn phone.” Sam threw the towel down on the counter, which was less dramatic than he wanted it to be. “And I’m not buddying up to Ross, you asshole. He’s trying to put a leash around the shield and I’m trying to stop him.”

“Oh, you can tell when someone has a leash on you, but not when it's on me?”

Sam did walk into that one. He narrowed his eyes on Bucky. The man looked tired. He’d hidden it well at the party, but now the shadows beneath his eyes and the tint in his skin was so obvious to Sam, even with the sunset glow. It had been a long time since he’d seen Bucky look like that. It’s not like he’d been on a vacation for these last weeks.

“You think I wouldn’t have been here if I’d had any choice, Sam?” Bucky insisted.

“I think you have a self-flagellation issue that leads to you taking punishment you don’t deserve,” Sam corrected. “I think you invite pain and loss in whatever form it visits without fighting it. And I think you're not used enough to other people in your life who get caught in the explosion.”

“I think you have a self-flagellation issue that leads to you taking punishment you don’t deserve,” Sam corrected. “I think you invite pain and loss in whatever form it visits without fighting it. And I think you're not used enough to other people in your life who get caught in the explosion.”

Bucky’s jaw worked harshly as he stared at Sam. He had this habit of closing his expression off, face going as blank as a slate rock. But it had been a long time since he’d deployed it on Sam. Even now, it was absent as he steamed. 

“I’m loved for the first time in eighty years. You think I’d just walk away from that?” he asked finally, voice flat and hard.

Sam stopped. His whole body felt bow-string taut. A video paused in mid-motion. He knew Bucky was loved here, but he hadn’t considered that Bucky understood the depth of his belonging. He’d meant it when he said Bucky had an innate need to be held accountable over and over and over again for his past. It coupled well with the idea that he thought he was a burden here, on the Wilsons. But Sam didn’t actually know that Bucky felt like a burden. And if he didn’t, if he wasn’t excising himself because of some misplaced idea of making things easier for them, then what the hell had all of this been about?

“Then why did you go?” Sam asked. His voice had gotten quieter, but no less harsh.

“I can’t tell you that. Why won’t you trust me on this?”

Sam had spent months thinking it was Bucky who hadn’t trusted him. Hadn’t wanted to talk to Sam about his thought processes. Hadn’t even tried to listen to Sam’s arguments, his pleas, for Bucky to stay. He’d asked Bucky the exact same question before.

“Why can’t you tell me? We don’t keep things from each other.” It was only a half truth and the way that Bucky’s eyes flashes towards him told Sam Bucky knew it too. There were plenty they both did that they didn’t tell the other about. But not things like this. Things that separated them.

“Because it involves leverage you don’t need to know about,” Bucky answered. “I just need you to trust me. You’ve trusted me for more with less. Why are you fighting this?”

“Because nothing else ever took you from me!”

They stood facing each other, both breathing hard though they hadn’t gotten very loud or very fast in their argument. There wasn’t much room on this half of the kitchen and the mess of drying dishes and dishes waiting to be washed made it feel even smaller. The sun stretched between them, painting everything nostalgia-orange.

“I’m coming back,” Bucky said evenly. He sounded fucking exhausted and Sam hated it. “I’m keeping an eye on you, on home. Nothing is going to stop me from coming back.”

“You don’t know that. Anything could happen and I wouldn’t be there.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Bucky insisted. “I wouldn’t let it. I’m hard to kill when I don’t care what happens to me. Having a family again makes me a lot more dedicated to staying alive.”

Sam thought Bucky stepped forward to kiss him, but when he put his hands on Bucky’s waist, the countertop was still behind him and Sam had stepped into the sunbeam.

Bucky’s hands came up to either side of Sam’s face and he smoothed out the desperate, choppy kiss. God, Bucky was a good kisser. Sam kind of hated it sometimes. Hated that he craved these moments. Hated that he couldn’t argue while Bucky’s tongue was in his mouth.

“Promise me you’re coming back,” Sam breathed into his mouth as one hand clutched at Bucky’s shirt over his chest and Bucky leaned into him, using all two extra inches to his full advantage.

“I’m right here,” Bucky insisted. Then, when Sam pinched him, he added, “I’m coming back.”

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[gyokujyn]

A Softer World Remix Masterpost

For the Captain America: The Winter Soldier 10th Anniversary Event, I may have gone a little overboard remixing A Softer World comics in the style of @asofteravenger. Here is a comprehensive list of every remix I posted, including the rejects which did not make the cut for the original event.

CATWS 10th Anniversary Event Remixes by Day

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

🔴 March 26th: On Your Left ◽close enough for government work [prompt: PTSD; char: bucky] ◽is this progress? [prompt: first meetings; char: steve, nat, sam] ◽when home is a person SkyMiles won't get you there [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky] 💜who the hell is bucky? [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky]

🔴 March 27th: Steve Rogers ◽for a treat [prompt: guilt; char: steve, howling commandos] 💜guilt will quench a fire as surely as the thawing winter [prompt: guilt; char: steve, strike team] 💜haha that's a totally normal answer to the question [prompt: fave steve quote; char: sam, steve] ◽it's what they call a catch-22 [prompt: elevator; char: steve, brock, strike team] ◽put it on the list [prompt: Steve's List; char: steve] ◽what could go wrong? [prompt: camp lehigh; char: zola]

🔴 March 28th: SHIELD ◽either way I'll be leaving you bleeding [prompt: weapons; bucky, steve] ◽i'm so sorry [prompt: compromised; char: steve, nick] ◽it is cold. [prompt: fave scene; char: bucky] 💜probably the windows too [prompt: neighbor; char: steve, sharon]

🔴 March 29th: Natasha Romanoff ◽are you? [prompt: fave nat quote; nat, pierce] 💜as soon as he's dead i can be on my way [prompt: natasha romanoff; char: nat, bucky] ◽get loved loser [prompt: disguise; char: nat, steve] ◽now i want cinnabon [prompt: mall; char: steve, strike] ◽who needs good choices anyway? [prompt: redemption; char: nat, steve]

🔴 March 30th: TWS Cast ◽and they were first mates [prompt: tws cast; char: tws cast] ◽do you think we could catch lightning in a bottle twice? [prompt: press conference; char: tws cast] ◽shh he eepy [prompt: stunts; char: tws cast] 💜try a knife flip! [prompt: stunts; char: sebastian stan]

🔴 March 31st: Sam Wilson 💜c'mon sam it was one time [prompt: wings; char: sam, bucky] ◽extra virgin [prompt: fave sam quote; char: sam, rumlow] ◽have you ever known what it's like to feel the exhilaration of really flying [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam] ◽oops sorry maria [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam, maria] ⭐the graveyard of our memories [prompt: Dept of VA; char: sam]; all our mausoleums have eyes [prompt: none (bonus); char: bucky, steve]

🔴 April 1st: HYDRA ◽and in such creative ways [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky] ◽beatings shall continue until morale improves [prompt: project insight; char: none] ◽besides what grave could hold you? [prompt: strike; char: rumlow, steve] ◽how many gunshot wounds is an orgasm? [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] ◽oh it's supposed to be enemies TO lovers [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] 💜scream for daddy [prompt: hydra; char: pierce, bucky] ◽tony only watches vanilla het porn pass it on [prompt: project insight; char: tony] 💜what kind of monster leaves the milk out on the counter? [prompt: hydra; char: pierce] ◽you don't have to be the fastest runner you just have to be faster than Project Insight [prompt: fave fight; char: rumlow, sam]

🔴 April 2nd: Bucky Barnes ◽a ghost story [prompt: ghost story; char: bucky, steve] ◽and then you remember [prompt: memories; bucky] ◽baby did you forget to take your meds? [prompt: memories; char: steve, bucky] 💜but spare the rod and spoil the child [prompt: bank; char: bucky, pierce, rumlow] ◽i kicked off bucky's world revenge tour 2k14 and all i got was half-drowned in the potomac [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ⭐i've always been an overachiever [prompt: revenge; char: steve, bucky] 💜past tense [prompt: "but i knew him"; char: steve, bucky] ◽rlb [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ◽the unpaid internship of a lifetime [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, zola] ◽what gives a ghost nightmares [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, steve] ◽ya gotov otvechat [prompt: bank; char: bucky]

🔴 April 3rd: Cap Quartet 💜advanced car surfing for dummies [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] 💜alexa play jolene [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] ◽gotta catch 'em all [prompt: cap quartet; char: bucky, nat, sam, steve] ◽hi i'm captain america [prompt: bedside vigil; char: sam, steve] ◽or a blond carnie with hearing aids and really good aim [prompt: cap quartet; char: steve, nat, sam, bucky] ◽peer pressure [prompt: fave duo; char: nat, steve] ◽some people get both [prompt: found family; char: nat, sam, steve]

🔴 April 4th: To the End of the Line ⭐but you can't seem to convince them of that [prompt: devotion; char: steve, bucky] ◽cause i'm with you til the end of the line pal [prompt: to the end of the line; char: steve, bucky] 💜i stopped remembering the exact weight of your hand and now i only know it with a knife [prompt: 1940s; char: steve, bucky] ⭐or die trying [prompt: reunion; char: bucky, steve] ◽sorry officer we'll remember to use the gag next time [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve, bucky] ◽that'll teach me [prompt: identity porn; char: steve, bucky] ◽the good news it can't be illegal if there's no word for it [prompt: fave stucky scene; char: bucky, steve] ◽the safe word is jersey [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve] 💜this is not what getting railed means [prompt: helicarrier; char: bucky] 💜walt disney did not prepare me for this body count [prompt: identity porn; char: steve] ◽we've had too many next times already [prompt: schoolyard to battlefield; char: bucky, steve] ◽yes even that [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve] ◽you either die young or live long enough to become the cautionary tale [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | REJECTS!

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

Run | Series MasterPost featuring: ◽alexa play run this town by jay-z rihanna and kanye west [char: nick] 💜alexa play run by daughter [char: nat] ◽alexa play run (beautiful things)(highsociety remix) by awolnation [char: bucky] ◽alexa play run boy run by woodkid [char: steve] ◽alexa play run by onerepublic [char: sam]

Barbershop Quartet (feat. any two+ except Stucky) | REJECTS! ◽hands off the boots [prompt: natasha romanoff] 💜he's a smooth operator [prompt: none] 💜she's gonna bite someone [prompt: disguise] ◽untitled (working title: all of it goes) [prompt: cap quartet] ◽untitled (working title: do i gotta make more romanorogers?) [prompt: none]

Bucky | REJECTS! ◽and a whole lot of UST [prompt: helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: are u new) [prompt: bucky barnes] ◽untitled (working title: head injury) [prompt: bucky barnes]

HYDRA (Pierce, Rumlow, Zola, et al. feat. others) | REJECTS! ◽and your very own unicorn [prompt: hydra] ⭐but i knew him [prompt: "but i knew him"] ◽gotta look out for your assigned alphabet soup guy [prompt: project insight] ◽i thought this was america [prompt: none] 💜like parking in a driveway [prompt: elevator] ◽the road to hell is paved with kicking your ass [prompt: none]

Nick (feat. the Barbershop Quartet) | REJECTS! ◽untitled (working title: and AARP!) [prompt: project insight]

Steve | REJECTS! ◽and almost dead is still slightly alive [prompt: steve rogers] 💜glory [prompt: steve rogers, character bleed] ◽it is a disney property [prompt: steve rogers] ◽knock knock mf (working title: this one might send me to hell) [prompt: memories] ◽untitled (working title: elevator) [prompt: elevator] ◽untitled (working title: good work ethic) [prompt: guilt] ⭐untitled (working title: trade off) [prompt: none]

Stucky | REJECTS! 💜alexa play who wants to live forever [prompt: to the end of the line] ◽all our mausoleums have eyes (alt panel) [prompt: none (bonus panel)] ⭐body language [prompt: reunion] ⭐he's a little confused but he's got the spirit [prompt: none] 💜how it makes you a weapon [prompt: none, memories] ⭐just your hand on my body again [prompt: devotion] ◽we call this a midwest goodbye [prompt: fave fight, helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: terrorist) [prompt: fave fight]

[findroleplay]

hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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[zea9love]

Favourite male fictional char/celeb?? :v

I honestly don’t have a favorite male celeb anymore. Too many times male celebs I’ve hardcore stanned ended doing something problematic or just kinda shitty, so I gave up on having males faves.

And when it comes to male characters, my faves are Naruto, Johnny Gat, Fez, Steve Rogers, T’Challa, Sam Wilson, Clark Kent, Scott McCall (minus season 6B and the shitty Teen Wolf movie), and that’s all I can think of for right now.

[rolandtowen]

Making official tags like "Captain America Sam Wilson" and "Captain America Steve Rogers" is one thing. SPLITTING the movies though??? Makes no sense. And I'm saying this as an active writer of both Steve Cap and Sam Cap fics.

[lovebugmusings]

hi marvel anon here.. who's your squeezes in Marvel?

i am an unfortunate Loki, Bucky, T'Challa fanatic

bucky since captain America came out, Loki, Sam Wilson (that smile could blind someone 🫠), Scarlet witch, Agatha (I can't wait for her series), and Valkyrie. bucky is always my main boo though. preteen char going to the movies wasn't prepared for what was going to hit them awooooooo

now if we're expanding outside strictly the mcu, Peter Parker (both Andrew Garfield, and itsv), and quick silver (honestly... any version but my first peitro love was in the wolverine and the xmen show).

[commanderogerss]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite relationships

↳ team america (steve, natasha, bucky + sam) marvel cinematic universe (2012 -)

[bexwrites]

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[beginagaininspo]

BEGIN AGAIN + TEXT POSTS (PT 11)

feat: @vengeancedemons @apoisontouch @blastcd @flylikefalcon @firstxman @agenthamburger

[ghcstsoldier]

@americanfalcons

Bucky knew there was every chance that Sam would walk into the Avengers Compound and either have a coronary or shoot Bucky in centre mass in the beat before he realised who it was. He’d already taken a gamble even coming here in the first place once he arrived in this universe, trusting that Steve’s password would work on this other Stark’s base. Clearly some things were universal. Bucky made his way to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of cheese puffs, and was about halfway through when he saw a familiar silhouette make its way into the room.

Briefly, all he could think was thank Christ. If this was the wrong universe, he was going to have one hell of a time getting back with this burned out transporter. “Hey asshole,” Bucky called out, throwing a cheese puff with what he saw as impressive force straight at Sam’s peanut head. “Any chance you forgot someone back in the shitty universe? News at fucking eleven, it was me.” Bucky pushed himself up from the sofa, walking over with a smile coming onto his face despite his best intentions. “I’ve missed you, man,” he said. “Don’t make it weird.”

[findroleplay]

hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. bolded char is who i’d write:

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x carlisle cullen bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x remus lupin hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

female sam winchester x chuck shurley fem sam x lucifer (supernatural)

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina) sabrina spellman x chuck shurley sabrina spellman x albert shaw (demon au)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

rey skywalker x luke skywalker (star wars)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc) harley x negan (twd x dc crossover)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel) wanda x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck (marvel)

natasha romanoff x bruce banner (marvel)

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

beth davenport x mr. grieff (inside man) OR lydia west x dracula ( bbc dracula)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace. i’m open to ocs and discussing wanted plots and FCs. i have a lot of fcs and tropes i'd be willing to discuss!

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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