#sam wilson fluf

[playboystark]

“And look at you now, sweetpea.”  I just- my heart ❤️ I’m crying cause he’s just so sweet and loving 😭😭😭SAMMY MY HEART

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sam wilson x fem!reader

warnings: absolutely none. this is pure fluff, the perfect way to kick off my first sam wilson obsession

word count: 1.3k- basically a drabble

inspired by lover by taylor of course- y’all can peep the places i slid in a few lines hehehe

 You were reading, but then again, you weren’t. There were moments where you could pull yourself together and look at the pages, but you knew that it was all in vain. Sam Wilson was right across from you, sitting at the table with you as he watched you the same way. You felt your cheeks warm up at his steady stare, and finally you put your book down. The soft music playing in the background filled the silence while you tried to string together a coherent sentence. 

 You could never remember to do anything around Sam but admire him. “Can I help you, Sam?” You asked, the playful tone of your voice not escaping his notice. You saw his lips quirk up into that small half smile that stole your heart months ago and propelled you forward into a life you never thought you’d live. 

  “Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at my girl,” he drawled, and you rolled your eyes before picking your book up again, even though you both knew that you weren’t going to retain a word of what you pretended to read. ‘What, are you busy or something?” 

“Trying to get in some light reading,” you murmured, your heart settling to a calming rate when his leg found yours under the table, locking with yours in the way that he almost always did. You couldn’t keep the smile from coming to your lips. It only took him a minute and a half to trail his hand across the table and take your left one, gently prying it from the book and holding it tenderly. 

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

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[youmakemefeelbetter]

Hello can you write about something about Natasha Romanoff having adopted a shy daughter reader who got a nightmare and wants her mommy to sing to her

The Peace of a Mother

I run through the levels of the compound, trying to avoid running into anything while I look for my mother after I called for her. I had a nightmare of her friend Clint killing her instead of saving her but once I woke up, she wasn’t there.

So, I tried calling for her, but I think she forgot to turn my room’s silencer off from when she had Mr. Stark’s robot turn it on. She’s been having him adjust it since I just moved in with her a few weeks ago, I’m not quite used to being here yet.

My attempt at avoiding bumping into things seems to work until I run into something a little more squishy than a counter.

“Hey.” I hear a whisper

A large hand cups the back of my head, so I blink a few times to focus my gaze until I see Captain Rogers uniform-covered legs in front of me.

“Hi.” I mutter

“What’s goin on?”

“I was looking for N’Tasha.”

“She’s in her room.” he explains and takes his hand from me

“What’s goin on?” another voice interrupts

“She’s lookin for Nat. I guess she called for her, but the silence we had Friday put on made it so we couldn’t hear outside the room-even I couldn’t hear her.”

That second questioner comes around the Captain’s side for me to see Mr. Wilson (a friend of Natasha’s). Captain Rogers squats down to my height so we can see each other face to face, but it makes me more nervous.

“We had to do some paperwork from our mission today, I’m sorry for takin your mom from you.” he mentions

“She’s not my mom, but okay.”

He exhales with a small, closed-mouth smile and turns his head to look at his co worker while his right hand gently rests under my left forearm.

“I’m gonna bring her into Nat, you go ahead and heat up what’s left of dinner.” he advises

Sam heads to the doors, gently ruffling my hair on his way out. Captain Rogers stands and reaches for my hand which I extend to him, allowing him to guide me to my newly adoptive mother’s room.

When we get into the doorway, she can’t seem to see me since I’m somewhat (not on purpose) hiding behind Steve’s legs.

“What’s wrong? I thought we finished all the papers.” she mentions

He pulls me from behind him for her face to drop at my reddened eyes and slightly irritated face, extending her arms and waving me in towards them. Steve walks me to the bed and lifts me up by just my hand, placing me in front of Natasha before taking his leave and closing the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asks and furrows her eyebrows

“Had a mightmare.”

“You wanna stay in here with me for tonight?”

I can only nod my head, vigorously enough for her to extend her arms towards me. I crawl to her as fast as I can while she sits on the edge of it, ready to hold me in my state of horror.

She pulls me to her, helping me under her set of blankets and covers then pulling her arms around me to hold me to the left side of her chest. The back of my head rests on her left collarbone, but it’s the most comfort I’ve felt in days.

“Sing, Mama.” I encourage

“You want me to sing? Alright, Baby. What do you want me to sing?”

“Blue flower song!”

“Blue flower song? Okay. Rest down.” she eases

I adjust my place here, finding nothing but my place in this world by her side.

“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly-Lavender's green. When I am king, dilly, dilly, You shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly, dilly? Who told you so? 'Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly, That told me so.” she starts

“Call up your men!” I cheer

“Call up your men, dilly, dilly. Set them to work Some to the plough, dilly, dilly-Some to the fork-Some to make hay, dilly, dilly-Some to reap corn.”she continues

She pulls the blankets over my shoulders, tugging them to my neck so I won’t be cold like Captain Rogers once was.

“While you and I, dilly, dilly..Keep ourselves warm.” she sings

I pat the blankets down so they’re not fluffed around my face, but the softness of her voice and the warmth of being in her hold releases energy from the day and turns it into peace for rest.

“Roses are red, dilly, dilly. Violets are blue..Because you love me, dilly, dilly-I will love you. Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly..And the lambs play..” I hear the words of

Natasha’s POV

“We shall be safe, dilly, dilly..Out of harm's way.” I continue the song

I look down to see y/n’s eyelids resting over her eyes as my blankets are over her form, resting against me as no one has ever done.

“We’re keeping you out of harm’s way, Любовь моя.” I assure

I place a kiss to her forehead before slipping out from under/around her to fold the edges of some blankets to rest beneath her chin. I leave the room as quietly as my training forces me to be before making my way to the kitchens to share a late dinner with my conrads.

a/n: I’m sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!

[potatothots]

Omg so cuteee!!!

I love how you write bucky and sam. They have the best friendship and you write it and their personal characterizations so well.

I have one request:

Stop being such a good writer. :p

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HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

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“It’s been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with”

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam’s head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 

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[fulcrumqueenrebelfriend]

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..Last Updated May 20th 2022..

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[buchanansebba]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Amputee Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Modern Bucky Barnes, Stark Industries, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Therapy Summary:

After two tours and losing his arm, Bucky Barnes returns home with ptsd. After meeting Sam at the VA, he lands a dream job working for Tony at stark industries, on prosthetics. One morning after a loud bang in the workshop, Bucky has a panic attack and none other than Captain America finds him and talks him through it.

CHAPTER 4 IS HERE!

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Title: It Feels Like Home

Rating:  Mature - Canon typical violence

Pairing(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader -  Recovering!Bucky Barnes x therapist/genderneutral!reader

Character(s): James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, General Thaddeus Ross

Tags: all of this is relatively fluffed up for the sake of fanfiction. don't be fooled. there is no victim blaming here. warning for patient x therapist (later on in the series), one-sided romance, slow burn, friends-to-lovers (over time), PTSD/depression mention, suicide mention, canon-typical violence, murder (not in detail), alcohol. specific warnings in each part. minors DNI.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You couldn't believe the name that graced the file on your desk for your new patient. James 'Bucky' Barnes. you'd heard of him - even studied some of his history over years during college for psychology classes. Never would you have imagined he'd be sent to your office, looking for help.

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | n/a

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

No Heat

Sam Wilson x Reader

*a/n: Reposting this fic, hope you like it.

Summary: Your heat goes out and you pester your roommate to help you stay warm.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Rumble, rumble… No, not again… BANG!

You let out a frustrated groan, you didn’t want to get out of bed, but you knew you had to go and check. Throwing off the layers of blankets, you placed your feet on the floor, only to jerk them back up again. It was icy cold. You reached over and found the pair of thick, fluffy socks you had kicked off earlier that night. You put them on and threw one of your blankets around you and shuffled out into the hallway to check the thermostat. Sure enough, the heater was broken… again.

You cursed quietly and headed towards the linen closet to fish out more blankets. This had been an ongoing problem. The heat was weak on the best days but lately it had taken to shutting off completely. You were thinking of exactly what you were going to say to Mr. Jenkins, your cheapskate superintendent. He was the one refusing to pay for someone competent to come in and fix the heat, insisting that his brother-in-law could do it better.

Muttering curses under your breath you stopped outside your roommate Sam’s door. Wondering if he had noticed the heat was gone and the cold was seeping into every corner of your apartment. You listened for a bit, but all you could hear was a hum coming from his room.

“What the..?”

You knocked, but didn’t get an answer. Shrugging, you tried the knob and pushed the door open. You were met with a blast of heat. You looked around for the source, spotting a space heater humming merrily away in the corner, causing the room to be toasty warm.

A mumble from the bed shook you out of your reverie. “Y/N, close the damn door. You’re letting my heat out!”

You stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you. Sam raised himself up with a huff, looking at you through sleep bleary eyes.

“Your heat?” You repeated going over to stand in front of it, dropping the blankets to the floor on the way. “You could have told me.”

“I did,” he said, fluffing one of his pillows and laying back down again. “I also told you to buy one for yourself. But, as usual, you never listen to my wisdom.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I figured Jenkins…”

Sam snorted, “Jenkins isn’t gonna do anything with his cheap ass. That you do know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you looked over to where he was wrapped up warm. “Well the heat’s out.”

“Sucks.”

“Yeah… soooo…”

He sat up fully and glared at you. “No. Oh no no no, you are not staying in here, you should have listened to me.”

“But, Sammy…”

“No, Y/N!”

“Please? Pretty pretty please?”

He groaned.

“I’ll make you breakfast. Whatever you like.”

“You can barely boil water without setting the stove on fire.”

You scoffed, you couldn’t believe he was bringing that up again. “It was just the one time!” You said as you inched closer to the bed.

“Once is enough.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay out of the kitchen for a month, then. I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat instead.” You were at the side of the bed now.

“Hmmm,” was all he would say.

“Sammy it’s cold and,” you said as an idea came to you. “If I get sick from the freezing cold then you’d have to take care of me. Like last time.”

You could see him thinking, remembering the last time you had a slight head cold. You had become the ultimate baby, forcing him to make you soup and bring you endless cups of tea as you laid around surrounded by tissues and moaning as if you were dying.

He shook his head. “Fine, fine,” he relented. “You can stay here. Just for tonight. Tomorrow you’re gonna buy your own heater.”

You squealed and pulled back the covers. Taking off your socks, you slid underneath and snuggled down, reveling in the warmth.

He looked down at you, shaking his head with a slight smile on his lips. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Cause you love me,” you said smiling.

“Hmmm,” he said again.

You giggled and sat up. Reaching out your wrapped your arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“None of that now,” he said gruffly untwining your arms from around him.

You pouted playfully, teasing him. “Oh, Sammy…”

He just grunted and laid back down, turning his back to you. “Good night,” you heard him mumble.

“Nighty-night,” you said cheerfully and snuggled back down into the warmth of his bed.

Your peaceful dream was interrupted about an hour later. You were shivering from the cold again. You looked over to the corner where the space heater was sat and saw that it too had gone cold. You reached over and shook Sam’s shoulder.

“What, Y/N?” He whined.

“Your heater died.”

“What?” He sat up groggily. “Damnit!”

“Where did you say you bought that, o wise one?”

Sam mumbled something as he got out of bed to check the now dead heater.

“I didn’t quite catch that,” you said.

Sam sighed and said louder, “I got it from some guy on eBay.”

You stifled a laugh. “You bought it off eBay? Sammy, really?”

“It was a good deal!” He argued.

“Oh yeah, brilliant,” you said sarcastically. “So how much did you pay?”

“Not enough.”

“Obviously,” you groaned. “It’s cold!”

“I know it is,” he said, padding back to the bed and sitting down heavily.

You looked at his hunched over back and got an idea. “Well,” you said. “Get back in bed. No reason for both of us to freeze.” He turned and looked at you. You just raised your eyebrows and pulled back the covers. “We’ll cuddle for warmth.”

He stared at you for a second, obviously thinking over what could happen, but you were getting impatient. The remaining heat was seeping out of the room and the cold was taking over.

“Samuel Thomas Wilson, get in bed now.”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled. “No need to use my government name.”

You rolled your eyes while tucking the sheets and blankets around you, trying to create a cocoon of warmth around the two of you. You both drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, huddled close together.

Fairly early the next morning you awoke a little confused. It took you a second to remember why you weren’t in your bed. Then it all came flooding back, the central heat dying, then Sam’s space heater dying. It made sense that you were in his bed, and why his arms were wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself, thoroughly enjoying the feel of being in his arms. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you had snuck a couple of glances here and there at him from time to time, but you never thought to make a move.

You let out a small sigh and started to stretch; only stopping mid way through because you felt something hard pressing into your back.

It couldn’t be, you thought to yourself.

To check, you stretched a bit more, and sure enough, it was what you thought it was. Your smile widened. Sammy had a hard on. You wondered what he was dreaming about and thought about all the ways you would tease him mercilessly, but when you moved against him again and he involuntarily pulled you a little closer in his sleep, all those thoughts dropped out of your mind.

When he had pulled you against him, you felt almost every inch of him pressed against you, and needless to say, you were very impressed by what you felt. Your mind started to drift off, thinking about what you wanted to do with that. While your mind was a drift, you started softly grinding against him, pressing your ass into him, wanting to feel more. You didn’t realize that he was aware of what you were doing until he let out a soft groan.

You stopped abruptly and were thinking of a way to make a quick escape, when you heard his voice in your ear.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I wasn’t but you kinda woke me up.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was enjoying it.”

You were shocked, you shifted and turned over to face him. “You were?”

He nodded. “Well yeah, not every morning I get to feel an ass like that against me.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Sam, your Sammy, was hitting on you. Suddenly you were very aware of the closeness of his body, the head radiating off of it, and the feel of his arms around you.

“Well,” you said back softly. “If I knew you liked it so much I wouldn’t have stopped.”

He chuckled lightly and tightened his arms around you, pulling you a little closer. Face to face like this, you got to fully take in his handsome face; from his brown eyes to the slight gap in his front teeth when he smiled. His smile was one of your favorite things, and you had strived to make him laugh as much as possible.

Now he was looking very intense, you had only seen that look a few times before, usually it meant he was trying to decide on something very important. Before you had a chance to wonder what he was thinking about, he leaned forward, closing the small gap between you two, and kissed you.

You were taken by surprise, pleasantly so though. His lips were softer than you could have imagined. You sunk into the kiss, your arms going around his shoulder, your hands splayed on his back as you tried to pull him closer to you. With a low groan he rolled over so he was on top of you. You parted your lips, letting your tongues slide together. You felt him grinding down on you, causing you to let out a moan. You spread your legs further apart, wanting to feel him.

He moved his mouth from yours and began kissing down your jaw, to your neck. When he nibbled on the sweet spot right below your ear, you moaned louder. You felt him grin against your skin before he placed small kisses up and down your neck. He kept moving lower, before he got to the neck of your shirt. You quickly reached down to pull it off, not wanting to hinder his lips for long.

You let out a stuttering breath as you felt his lips go to the mound of your breasts, his tongue toying with one nipple while his finger worked the other. You knew that your panties were a soaking mess; all just from a few kisses. You reached down and managed to wriggle out of your pajama pants and panties while Sam broke away from teasing your body, to rest on his knees, lifting his own shirt up and off and sliding out of his boxers.

Both of you looked at each other, a little shocked that you had gotten this far, but neither of you really wanting to stop. You couldn’t help but to admire his body; the muscles in his arms and stomach, his strong chest smattered with tiny curly black hairs, down lower, nestled between his thick, muscular thighs, you saw him, hard and bigger than you expected, bigger than you had felt him only a few minutes ago. You knew you couldn’t wait much longer, you needed to feel him inside you.

He seemed to know what you were thinking, but he wouldn’t let you fully have the satisfaction of having him inside you just yet. He smirked and leaned forward, kissing you again. You tried to wrap your legs around him, but he held them open.

“Not just yet,” he told you, letting your legs go, but kissing down your body. Going from below your breasts to your stomach, before stopping right at the top of your thighs. He kissed one, then the other, ghosting his lips over your clit while he went between them. You bucked your hips wanting to feel his lips there on your throbbing clit.

You felt his breath as he laughed lightly, and you bucked your hips again. Taking the hint, he lowered his head, his tongue sliding inside you to taste your juices. You writhed and panted in pleasure as he worked his tongue inside you. But when you felt his tongue move to your clit you moaned and when he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck on it softly you felt the lower half of your body come off the bed slightly. He sucked a little harder and you threw your head back on the pillows, your fingers clawing at the sheets.

“Sam, S-Sammy, I-I’m so close,” you managed to stammer out.

Hearing this, he stopped. You whined and tried to move your hips in the direction of his mouth. He held you still as he kissed back up to your lips. He kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted your sweetness on his lips.

“You taste amazing, Y/N. I often thought… but, I never imagined it was that good.”

You looked at him in amazement. He had been wondering how you tasted? How long had he been waiting to do that then? And why so long? Had you known he was that talented with his tongue, you would have happily jumped on his face in a second.

You didn’t have too much time to ponder his words, the sound of a wrapper tearing broke you out of your thoughts. You watched as he rolled the condom on. Once he had it on and you checked to make sure it was secure, you pulled him down on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him inside your wetness. You felt the tip nudge against your opening, before he slid in, slowly, stretching you.

“Fuck,” you heard him groan. “So tight.”

He laid there, allowing the both of you to adjust to the feel of each other. All the peeks you had sneaked at him, didn’t prepare you for how he felt, how he stretched you but fit so well. Once you both had gotten used to the feel of the other, he started to move inside you, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed. Your nails dug into his back as he rutted inside you, your moans growing louder.

You felt him start to slow and you felt his hands go to your hips. He turned both your bodies over so that you were straddling him. He was still inside you but from this angle, it felt as if he was deeper inside you. You leaned forward, kissing him deeply, before taking his bottom lip between your teeth. As you started to move your hips against him, he groaned at the friction. His grip tightening on your hips. You broke the kiss so you could sit up. With his hands on your hips, you started moving up and down on top of him. He started moving you faster on top of him, moving his hips in rhythm with yours, causing you to bounce on him. The head of his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

He felt so good inside you; so big, stretching you, hitting your spot over and over. You threw your head back in ecstasy when you felt his thumb start to lightly tease your clit.

“Sammy, don’t stop,” you moaned. “I’m so close, so, so close.”

He grunted. “Cum for me, Y/N, I need to feel you cum around me.”

After a couple more well aimed thrusts, you felt yourself come undone. With a loud moan of his name, you came, hard. He kept moving you on top of him, helping you to ride out your orgasm. The feeling of you tightening and loosening around him, the flutter of your pussy around his dick, caused him to orgasm soon after, emptying into the condom.

You collapsed on top of him, with him still buried inside you. After your heart rates went back to normal, you slid off of him. Laying your head back on the pillows. Hot and sweaty. You felt him move off the bed, tossing the condom in the trash. You watched him as he came back and settled next to you in bed.

You both were quiet for a while, completely at a loss for words. You couldn’t believe that had just happened. You and your roommate, your friend. Part of you wanted to run out and find Mr. Jenkins and give him a hug. Had he not been so cheap and caused the heat to go out, you never would have gone to share a bed with Sam; but you figured that was a bit too far. Instead you turned to Sam, he looked over at you.

“Ssssooooo….” he started.

The look on his face broke you, you couldn’t help it, you started to giggle.

He looked confused. “What’s so funny, Y/N?”

“The look on your face,” you choked out between giggles. “Oh man. I thought I was in shock.”

He looked at you, shaking his head, but grinning all the same. He lightly shoved your shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Try and stop me,” you challenged before you knew what you were saying.

He got a serious look on his face. “Oh, don’t worry I will.”

“Huh… Wha..?”

And before you knew it he had pulled you close and was kissing you deeply again. It seemed like you weren’t going to leave the warmth of his bed any time soon.

[wizardofrozz]

Prompt 30: Howl

Familiar!Thor Odinson x Witch!Reader, Witch!Wanda Maximoff x Familiar!Vision, Witch!Natasha Romanoff x Familiar!Clint Barton, Witch!Steve Rogers x Familiar!Bucky Barnes, Witch!Tony Stark x Familiar!Pepper Potts, Platonic Witch!Sam Wilson x Familiar!Peter Parker, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 2,950

Warnings: swearing, threats of violence

A/N: So I’m a little nervous about posting this one but I love the idea so I hope someone out there enjoys it lol and I’m not sorry that I keep writing about witches 😂 Also, side note, the familiar x witch relationship can be viewed however you want, I didn’t specify (regardless of how I perceive it). The only familiar x witch pairing I specifically indicate being platonic is between Sam and Peter.

The sun barely peeked over the treetops, bathing the sky in rich oranges and yellows as the small village came to life. Halloween was one of the most anticipated days of the year, especially for (Y/N) and her coven, who helped orchestrate the village festival every year. Each of the six coven members participated somehow, whether it was selling goods or entertaining the local children. (Y/N) was finishing boxing up the last few items that she, Natasha, and Wanda had been working on since last year when a sharp yelp jolted her away from her task.

           “Why did you do that!” a now human voice shouted, followed by footsteps. Vision lumbered into the room, glaring over his shoulder at the black hawk hopping in behind him.

           “What happened, Vis?” (Y/N) asked, leaning a hip against the table she was working at.

           “Clint attacked me,” Vision huffed, glaring harder at the bird. The only way to describe the bird’s face was smug, which was interesting for a creature that shouldn’t have the ability to show emotion with a beak. (Y/N) shook her head, biting back a smile as she glanced towards Vision again.

           “I was bored,” Clint snorted, now standing on two legs and leaning against the doorframe. His traits were bleeding together, meaning pitch-black wings fluffed out behind him, indicating his comfort level. On the other hand, Vision looked entirely human for once, his jaw still clenched as he shot the other familiar a dirty look.

           “Cut it out,” (Y/N) scolded, pointing a finger at both men before returning to her task. “Don’t make me get Nat and Wanda.” At the mention of his witch, Vision huffed, and the next time (Y/N) looked around for him, she found a small terrier at her feet.

           “Why are you getting Nat and Wanda?” Nat asked, shuffling through the front door.

           “The boys are fighting again,” (Y/N) sighed, wildly gesturing over her shoulder as she scanned her list, double-checking she had everything.

           “Clint,” Nat warned, narrowing her eyes at him. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, giggling at Clint’s grumpy expression as Vision’s tail thumped against her foot.

           “Sorry,” Clint grumbled, crossing his arms as his wings disappeared. Vision tilted his head, one floppy ear hanging away from his head; eventually, he huffed through his nose and padded out of the room in search of Wanda.

           “Are we almost ready to go?” Nat asked, coming up behind (Y/N), Clint now perched on her shoulder, preening his feathers.

           “One more thing!” Her footsteps nearly drowned out her voice as Wanda ran through the house; she stopped at the table, panting slightly, and dropped a bag into their box of goods. “Now we’re ready,” Wanda huffed with a grin.

The trio weaved through the busy road, taking turns pulling their small wooden cart. Despite Vision’s irritation about it, Clint sat perched between his shoulders, bobbing as Vision walked next to Wanda. Nat caught (Y/N) watching the two familiars with a pained smiled and bumped shoulders with her, grabbing her attention.

           “You’ll find yours,” Nat whispered, elbowing her. (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing, forcing her eyes forward again. (Y/N) tried not to let her mind wander too much; she’d rather not think about the possibility of not having a familiar to bond with like the rest of her coven. That train of thought always brought her mood down, so instead, she focused on the lively festival; (Y/N) smiled when she caught a flash of blonde hair ahead.

           “Evening, ladies,” Steve greeted with a smile. (Y/N) noticed his arms moving slightly and glanced down, watching his fingers comb through the dark fur of the German Shephard at his feet.

           “Steve,” they chorused, smiling before turning their attention to Tony.

           “What am I, chopped liver,” he chuckled, throwing his arm over Nat’s shoulder. The three women rolled their eyes, earning a pained gasp from Tony, which only made them giggle. (Y/N) shook her head and squatted down, scratching under the dog’s chin, smiling when his eyes started to close.

           “Didn’t feel like socializing tonight, Buck?” (Y/N) hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his muzzle before standing again.

           “He was cranky when we left earlier,” Steve snorted, nudging Bucky with his knee. Bucky laid his ears flat, angling his head towards Steve to give him the equivalent of a glare, sending Steve into a fit of laughter.

           “Where’s Sam?” Wanda asked Tony, smiling when she glanced at Bucky’s grumpy expression.

           “Boo!” Sam’s feet slapped against the ground behind Wanda, sending her stumbling into Tony, her mouth open in a silent scream. The group exploded with laughter, and despite her efforts to glare at Sam, Wanda joined in but still punched him for good measure. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak once she finally reigned in her laughed when a solid mass of fur slammed into her legs, sending her stumbling into Nat. 

           “Jesus, Peter!” (Y/N) scolded, shooting a glare over her shoulder. Her anger didn’t last long when she turned to see the giant chocolate lab wiggling with excitement; once she acknowledged him with a kiss on his soft head, he ran for Bucky, jumping around in front of the other familiar.

           “You okay?” Sam asked, appearing at her side.

           “Yeah,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Thankfully, he didn’t break my damn leg.”

           “He missed everyone,” Sam explained with a shy shrug, smiling as Peter tried to get Bucky to play. (Y/N) covered her mouth, trying not to upset Bucky as she watched Peter jumping and bowing, wiggling his entire body as Bucky stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the other dog.

The entire coven froze when a howl cut through the night air.

           “Wolves this close can’t be a good sign,” Tony mumbled, glancing around the group. “Should we send them home?” Tony vaguely gestured between Clint, Vision, Bucky, and Peter with one hand while stroking the outside of the bag hanging across his chest where Pepper must’ve been sleeping, with the other. Each of the witches approached their companion, leaving (Y/N) to stand alone, awkwardly shuffling her feet.

           “Bucky’s staying,” Steve grumbled, glaring down at his companion.

           “That means Peter’s staying,” Sam added, scratching between Peter’s shoulders.

           “Clint and Vision will be back,” Wanda added, watching Vision trot down the street as Clint corkscrewed through the air above him. Nat, (Y/N), and Wanda giggled at the scowling feline face poking out from Tony’s bag; he sighed, turning away from Pepper with an exasperated expression etched on his face.

           “She’s pissed I woke her,” Tony provided, jutting his hip out to bounce the bag off his leg.

           “Alright, come on,” (Y/N) urged, noticing the crowd growing now that the sun had fully set. “We have jobs to do.” She shooed her coven away, steering Wanda and Nat through the crowd towards their tent.

Clint and Vision appeared without a tail or feathers to check in before disappearing again, apparently wandering off to help Steve. A steady stream of villagers funneled into their tent to ask questions or buy some of their soaps and trinkets; by the time the crowd thinned out, the three were exhausted.

           “I need something to drink,” (Y/N) sighed, rolling her head back and forth, wincing when her neck cracked. “Want anything?”

           “Yes!” Nat and Wanda shouted together, startling (Y/N) back a step.

           “Alright, my god,” (Y/N) laughed, brushing through the tent’s entrance. Lanterns blanketed the small square in a warm glow, illuminating the villagers wandering about; (Y/N) quickly stepped out of the way of a group of screeching children that nearly took her legs out. Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N) pushed through the crowd, waving at Tony when he glanced up from his palm reading. She decided to step away from the hoards of people for a moment before finding something to drink; she lingered at the edge of the forest that stretched opposite her tent, silently watching the leave rustle in the breeze.

           “Well, hello, darling.” (Y/N) jolted, straightening her spine as she screwed her eyes shut, praying the owner of the voice would leave her be for once. Of course, that didn’t happen. Brock moved closer, crowding into her personal space, looming over her shoulder. “Don’t ignore me, dear. I only came to say hello.” (Y/N) turned to look up at him, flinching away when she realized how close he was standing; an ugly grin spread across his face, making (Y/N)’s stomach turn but she kept her face neutral.

           “Hello, Brock,” (Y/N) grunted, turning her eyes back towards the forest, venturing a few steps into the trees. Brock had a reputation for making women uncomfortable like he was always planning something, but sadly, he was an incredible blacksmith.

           ��How is Halloween treating you?” Brock matched her steps and suddenly, (Y/N) realized her mistake; she spun to face him, glancing around for a quick exit, but he stepped closer, his broad chest filling her view.

           “Wonderfully, as always,” she replied, trying for a tight smile that seemed to fall short.

           “Are you sure nothing could make it better?” (Y/N) instinctively leaned away from his touch, but he persisted; his fingertips brushed her neck as he swept a few strands of hair away.

           “I should be getting back to my coven,” (Y/N) rushed out, lunging forward to get around him. Her stomach clenched when his hand closed around her arm, yanking her a bit too forcefully, in front of him again.

           “Now, now, no need to be rude,” Brock scolded, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m only making friendly conversation.” His grip loosened, and he started to gently pet her arm, his eyes flickering over her face as his tongue traced his lower lip like a hungry animal licking its chops.

           “Please,” (Y/N) whispered, recoiling as he moved closer. She screwed her eyes shut, praying he would back away on his volition when she felt air puff over her face along with a pained grunt. Her eyes flew open to find the space in front of her empty and quickly glanced to her right, and all the blood drained from her face.

Brock was on his back, cowering away from the snarling beast standing over him. The wolf was enormous, and its golden fur twinkled in the soft lantern light spilling from the festival. Its lips pulled away from razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping from its mouth as a blood-red tongue flicked against bright white teeth. When the animal made no move to attack, Brock scrambled away, kicking dirt wildly as he tried to get traction; once he was out of sight, the wolf seemed to settle, its teeth clacking together as its mouth closed.

(Y/N) stood paralyzed, her eyes growing wider as the wolf turned to face her, slowly wandering closer; she started to tremble as it approached until it abruptly sat down at her feet. She slowly uncoiled herself, tilting her head, and found herself giggling when the wolf mirrored her. Startlingly blue eyes blinked back at her, somehow seeming to glow in the low light; the wolf suddenly whimpered, bobbing its head forward.

           “Hello,” (Y/N) whispered, slowly squatting down. The wolf shuffled forward, making her flinch, but she didn’t back away, letting the animal move closer; it bowed its head, offering it to her and something deep down urged her forward. (Y/N)’s fingers brushed through the coarse hair before she let her palm rest between the animal’s ears. She gasped when magic reached for her, coaxing her own power forward, and warmth rushed through her veins; the flair of magic slowly died down, but she could still feel the connection in every cell.

Blue eyes blinked up at her through golden fur before its features started to shift, and she let her hand fall away, gaping at the creature morphing before her eyes. Golden fur turned into long dark blonde hair as muscles moved under sun-kissed skin, but his eyes never changed.

           “Hello,” he rumbled, his voice gravelly from disuse. A warm, gentle smile spread across his stubbled face as he sat back on his heels. (Y/N) noticed how physically imposing the man was, explaining why his animal form was enormous.

           “You’re my familiar,” (Y/N) whispered, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

           “That I am,” he laughed, and the sound was deep and rich.

           “What’s your name?”

           “Thor,” he offered, his smile growing. “And yours?”

           “Oh, of course! It’s (Y/N),” she giggled nervously. She opened her mouth to say something else when she heard the faint echoes of Wanda and Nat’s voices calling for her. “I’m sorry, but we’ll have to pick this up after I check in with my friends.” (Y/N) got to her feet, brushing away any dirt, giving him a pained look. Thor got to his feet and (Y/N) gasped at just how tall he was because now she had to tilt her head up to see his face.

           “What form should I take?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

           “Whatever makes you comfortable,” (Y/N) assured, leaning around him to check if she could see her friends nearby. “My coven is fairly laid back; we’re more like a family, and that includes our familiars. We respect each other, and we want everyone to feel comfortable.”

           “Oh,” Thor hummed, looking a bit worried before smiling again. “Well, do you want to have some fun then?” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, chewing on her bottom lips for a moment before she nodded; Thor’s smile shifted into a mischievous smirk. (Y/N) blinked, and Thor was sitting at her feet, golden fur glistening in the moonlight, and it dawned on her what his plan was.

           “Oh yeah, you’re definitely my familiar.” Thor’s tail thumped against the ground happily; (Y/N) kept giggling as she urged Thor towards the crowd, glancing around for Nat or Wanda when she emerged from between two tents.

           “(Y/N)!” Wanda yelled from a few feet away, pushing through people and nearly knocking (Y/N) to the ground. “You scared us!”

           “Sorry,” was all she could get out before villagers started to notice the giant wolf trotting into the festival. (Y/N) could barely hold back her laughter because Thor was prancing; he came to a stop a few feet away, plopping down in a sitting position.

           “Oh, you found…Woah,” Steve breathed, skidding to a halt a few feet from Thor. Just as Sam and Tony jogged up next to him, Bucky and Peter came barreling around a tent, barking and snarling, putting themselves between their witches and Thor. They both fell quiet suddenly, and Bucky started to creep forward, his nose twitching as he searched for Thor’s scent, but Thor stayed perfectly still, his blue eyes following Bucky’s movements. Once they were within a few inches, their noses almost touching, Bucky’s hackles lowered, and he plopped down, and Thor’s tailed started to thump against the dirt. Peter was hesitant at first but eventually followed suit, settling on Bucky’s right, his tail sweeping dirt into the air.

           “Peter,” Sam scolded, but his familiar only blinked at him.

           “What the hell are they doing?” Nat whispered, clinging to (Y/N)’s arm. A crowd had gathered, silently watching from a safe distance, their eyes focused on the wolf more than the dogs.

           “I think that’s enough,” (Y/N) chuckled, prying Nat’s fingers from her arms and stepping away.

           “(Y/N) are you insane!” Tony shouted, moving to follow only for Sam and Steve to stop him. (Y/N) ignored the calls from her coven, moving to stand at Thor’s side; his giant head tilted back to look up at her, his tongue sliding out to wet his nose, and she laughed, carding her fingers through the fur between his ears.

           “Oh, oh,” Wanda squeaked, animatedly smacking Nat’s arm. Sam, Steve, Tony, Nat, and Wanda moved closer, stopping a few paces behind Bucky and Peter, their eyes flickering between (Y/N) and the wolf leaning into her leg. A few tense, quiet seconds passed as the realization dawned on them, and as expected, Tony threw his hands up, breaking the silence.

           “Of course, your familiar is a fucking wolf!”

3 months later

(Y/N) and Steve shuffled through the door, desperate to escape the freezing air, and sighed heavily as they slid off their coats, embracing the warmth blanketing the house. Steve wandered towards the kitchen, mumbling something about food, and (Y/N) followed the rumble of voices from the living room. She found Peter and Clint huddled over a book on the communal desk, Vision sprawled across the armchair with a hand covering his face, and Bucky and Thor lounging on the couch.

           “You’re home,” Thor commented, keeping his eyes on Clint and Peter talking amongst themselves.

           “We are,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her arms on his head, and leaning her weight onto him. “I’m surprised the place is still standing.”

           “Hey,” Bucky whined, shooting her playful glare. “Just because you guys leave for a few hours doesn’t mean we’ll turn into a bunch of animals.” Steve’s sharp laugh echoed through the hallway as he stumbled closer, and Bucky’s face lit up at the sound. (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back and dropping her hands to Thor’s shoulders, his silent laughter jostling her some.

           “That was awful,” (Y/N) whined, pulling her lips into her mouth to stop a smile from spreading.

           “I second that,” Vision added, raising his free hand.

           “I thought it was pretty funny,” Steve argued, ruffling Bucky’s hair as he passed.

           “Shut up,” (Y/N) laughed, wrapping her arms around Thor’s neck and resting her chin on his head.

(Y/N) settled into bed that night, staring out her window, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. As (Y/N) lingered at the edge of sleep, a long, comforting howl cut through the quiet darkness, and she smiled, finally drifting off.

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Lean On Me

Summary: Sometimes during the darkest moments in your life all you need is a friend to lean on.

Notes: Written for @jbbarnesnnoble​ writing challenge using the prompt childhood friends 

Warnings: a few swear words, grief, angst, overall sadness, lots of crying, reader’s a widow, minor character death, mentions of losing husband, sam wilson being a good friend - i think that’s all, but let me know if i missed any warnings!

When you don’t show up for dinner Sam starts to worry. You’re never late when food is involved, but he gives you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe there’s traffic or you got caught up at work.

He lets it slide, waits it out another ten minutes before trying to text you, but it goes unanswered. He even goes as far as snapping a picture of the meal and sending it to you, telling you he’s gonna eat it all which he knows will get a rise out of you. Nothing comes between you and your food, but still no answer.

Another five minutes and he’s calling, but it goes straight to voicemail.

The worrying doesn’t start to pick at his brain until you’re well past thirty minutes late. He tries to stay calm and level headed, but he can’t stop this feeling that something is wrong. As he gets into his car and heads to your place he thinks about the date, trying to recall if it has any significant meaning.

It doesn’t.

So he tries to recall recent conversations, but nothing is sticking out to him. You’ve been doing better, smiles frequenting your face more often even if they don’t quite reach your eyes. Eating full meals instead of picking at them and pushing them around your plate. You told him a few days ago that you were beginning to see in color again, sepia toned, but it’s still an improvement over the muted gray of loss. Sam knows better than most the pain that’s been swallowing you whole.

Arriving at your place he lets himself in using the key you gave him for emergencies.

He half expects to see you curled on the couch, pajamas on and tv turned on low for sound. Or to find you slumped over the kitchen table crying into a bowl of cereal surrounded by dirty dishes and curtains pulled tight like you were in those early days of your loss, but you’re not in either of those spots.

In fact the house is tidy.

Blanket folded neatly over the back of the couch. Pillows fluffed and ready to be used to lean against. Keys and purse on the kitchen table, phone and the reusable water bottle you always carry with you next to it telling him you had intentions of meeting and keeping your plans.

He thinks maybe he’ll catch you in the bathroom, smoothing out wrinkles in your clothes, checking your reflection one more time. He imagines you catching his eye in the mirror, nose scrunching upwards and apologies flying out of your mouth, but it’s empty too.

Calling your name as he heads down the hallway he’s met with silence and a deepening frown, dark brown eyes filling with concern when steps into your room.

Daggers pierce his heart when he sees you because what he wasn’t expecting was to see you crumpled on your bedroom floor, still wearing your work clothes, clutching a note, tears rolling down your face, eyes glassy and unfocused.

He hasn’t seen you like this for months.

Memories come flying back to him in sharp bursts. Meeting you at the hospital. You collapsing into his arms. Him promising you things were going to be okay. Helping you plan a funeral to bury a husband who had been far too young to die. All the late nights holding you close as you sobbed and cursed everyone and everything, exhausting yourself until you fell asleep only to wake up and start the process all over again. Coaxing you to eat, to take showers, to continue living your life in the wake of a pain that would never heal.

It had been an uphill climb, each day a struggle, but you had gotten through them.

Until now.

He sits on the floor next to you waiting for you to notice him. A patient man, he'll wait all night if he has to for you to speak. Hours spent with you while you grieved your husband and a lost future of what might have been he knows you’ll talk when you’re ready.

When you do finally speak your voice is scratchy and he can’t help thinking about how long you’ve been here like this. He frowns, wishing you had come to him sooner, but he understands why you haven't. It's nearly been a year since you lost him and during those long days and longer nights when the grief threatened to swallow you whole you had admitted you were tired of leaning on people, on him for support. He understands to a certain extent. Sometimes it's easier to keep all that pain bottled up and deal with it on your own and in your own time. He understands. But that doesn't make it any easier to witness.

"What are you doing here?" Wiping your tears with the back of your hand you suck in a shaky breath.

"We were supposed to meet for dinner."

You blink slowly hearing his words, but they don't penetrate through the thick fog of your mind.

And then it dawns on you.

Dinner.

Slapping a hand over your mouth your eyes grow wide. It's not like you to not show up for your friends, especially not Sam and a wash of guilt threatens to pull you under. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry, Sam!" Folding the note neatly back up, fingers sliding through the well worn creases you make a move to stand up as you tell him, "I'll be ready in a minute." But he grabs your arm gently to stop you.

"It's okay." He says it softly and kindly and those two words are all it takes for you to start breaking down again because it's not okay. It hasn't been okay since you got that phone call and you don't think it's ever going to be okay again and you want so desperately to tell him that, but the words won't come and you're so tired of crying and grieving and being lied to. Gulping in breaths of air like you've been drowning you lean against his shoulder, body collapsing against him just like that first night, just like you've been doing your whole life as the note in your hand shakes with each sob of your wracked body.

Sam doesn't say anything, but he does wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. There's things he could say, but he's been in this position before on the other side and he knows that there's nothing he can say that's going to ease your pain. So he does the thing he's best in during times like these, he holds you close, rubs your back, lets your tears drop and wet his shirt, giving you all the time and space you need.

As he holds you close he glances around your bedroom seeing for the first time what a mess it is. Clothes are strewn across the bed and the floor, dresser drawers half open, hanging by the barest of threads that he's surprised they haven't come tumbling down yet. The curtains are wide open allowing the late afternoon sun to paint the walls in broad strokes of burnt oranges and golden yellows, but even with the brightness he can feel the sadness that lingers in the air, so tangible he swears he can reach out and touch it.

It takes awhile, but eventually your sobs die down long enough that you're able to string together a few words. Your voice is still scratchy, but there's a level of venom behind your words when you spit out, "It's not okay, Sam." You gesture around. At your room that hasn't been this messy since those early days, down to your body, work clothes that had once been neatly pressed at the start of the morning, but now are becoming wrinkled and undone. You're sure your face is a mess, puffy, tear stained eyes, snot running down your nose, but right now it's the least of your worries. "I'm not okay."

Lifting your hand up to wipe your face is when Sam notices it. The light catches your ring, sending a prism of rainbows across the room. The ring. You had only recently taken it off from your finger saying it was time. Sam had been there for you when you placed it back in the velvet box, sliding into the bedside drawer where your husband had once kept his things. It had been a big moment for you, a step of moving on you had told him. It hadn't lasted long. A few days later he had caught sight of it hanging around a chain on your neck and when you caught him staring you had sheepishly told him that maybe you were moving too fast before gingerly picking it up, glancing down at the gem that had once been a promise of a future never fulfilled and saying it's better this way. I won't have to look at it every day and be reminded, but he'll be close to my heart.

His eyes zero in on the note you're clutching. Faintly he can see the dark blue ink bleeding through where you tears have landed. "What happened?"

Twirling the ring around your finger you attempt to make a joke, but even as the words leave your mouth you know it's in bad taste as it lands flat around you. "Other than I'm a widow and a mess?"

Sam gives you a sad half smile. "What'd I tell you about keeping everything inside like that? It's not good for you."

"You're one to talk, Sammy."

The nickname brings him back to happier times, but it doesn't last long, not when you pull back from his embrace, leaning against a dresser and staring him down. Friends since you were in diapers and you still don't know half the secrets he guards deep. The staring contest continues as you play with the note in your hand. You can wait him out, but you know he'll win. He's more patient than you, more kind than you and if you're being honest you're tired of shouldering the pain by yourself and you know he knows that.

So with a shaky breath you begin. "They were training a new barista today at the coffee shop I always go to. The line was long, but you know I can't function without my coffee." You pause, dropping your gaze and staring down at the note that started it all. "There was this guy behind me and he was... he was nice and he smelled good and we started talking. I-I think I forgot what it was like to have someone see me as a person a you know? Not the widow who lost their husband, not the person people stare at and whisper when I go out. I..." Another pause and this time Sam tries to tell you it's okay, but you silence him with a shake of your head and continue. "I gave him my number. Can you believe that?" A humorless laugh tumbles from your lips.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

A new round of tears fills your eyes, threatening to fall, but you blink them back.

"The whole time we're talking and it's like we're the only ones there. All the noise and the people fade into the background like we're staring in a stupid rom com and I... I think in another life there might have been something, but I..."

The note begins to shake in your hand as the tears you tried so hard to hold back begin to roll down your cheeks. He wants to interrupt again, wants to ask you what happened after that, but your eyes are vacant, a million miles away as you stare off at something in the distant and he knows you'll tell him the whole story in your own time.

"The whole time we're talking and I'm laughing! Because he's funny and the last time a man made me laugh that wasn't you... I... I"

You turn to Sam, tears clouding your vision and it's enough to make Sam's own emotions bubble to the surface because he can remember the first time you met your husband. The flurry of text messages and voicemails you left him, each one happier and brighter than the one before. He had been on a mission during that time, but on those late nights, stumbling into run down motel rooms and safe houses, bruised and tired reading your texts and hearing the happiness that oozed from your voice he had been filled with a lightness knowing deep down, even back then that you had found your person. If only things had turned out differently.

"I didn't think about him once, Sam! Not once!" The anger in your voice catches him off guard, shakes the dresser behind you when you slam your head against the wooden drawers. Drawing your knees to your chest clutch the note so tightly Sam thinks it's going to tear into tiny pieces. "I'm flirting with some other guy and I'm not thinking about... about... Ethan. Since the moment I met him there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about him even when he did something stupid or reckless and I hated him I still thought about him."

Sam remembers, remembers the first time you introduced him. The way sunlight seemed to be bursting from you, the epitome of a person in love, bright eyes, wide smile, head in the clouds. He didn't know him that well, a few nights they had hung out together alone, but he knew him well enough to know that he had made you happy and treated you well and at the end of the day that was the most important thing to Sam. So when he heard about his death it had been a punch straight to the gut as time stood still.

"When I came home from work I was looking for something to wear and I-I found this." Handing him the note he's hesitant to take it, but he does, unfolding it slowly, but not reading it, not yet. "He used to leave me these all the time hidden in boxes of pasta and shoved in my dresser drawers. One night he even wrote on the bathroom mirror in my favorite lipstick 'can't wait to marry you' and I couldn't even be mad at him because it was... was so perfect."

Sam remembers that too. Remembers when you guys bought this house, a little fixer upper on the edge of town and how over a rainy weekend he'd helped him install a new shower to surprise you. The way he'd taken a lime green post it note and scribbled a few lines on it slapping it against a bottle of perfume you kept on the bathroom counter. Over the course of your short engagement and even shorter marriage he'd find them in odd places. The glovebox of your car, the garage floor, it became a joke amongst your group of friends, but he'd never forget the way your face would light up when you'd find a note. The smile that would be stretched wide, the way your eyes would sparkle like it was your birthday. He misses seeing that light in your eyes.

"I really thought I had found them all... and then this. On the day I don't think about him, the day I flirt with another guy I find this one stuffed in the back of my closet and I can't tell if this is a sick joke or his blessing to move on."

Sam's quiet for a moment, letting your words settle like dust as he chooses his words carefully because the thing that nobody tells you about grief is that no matter what you say, how many times you console somehow or how many people you lose in your life there's never a right thing to say.

"He'd want you to be happy," he settles on, "Even if it wasn't with him."

It's your turn to be quiet.

When the silence stretches on and you still don't say anything he tries again, "You don't agree?"

Shrugging your shoulders you ask, "How can you be so sure about that?"

"You think he'd be happy seeing you like this?"

You twirl the ring around your finger again and again watching as the gem shines in the fading afternoon light.

"It hasn't been a full year yet." Your bottom lip wobbles as you think back to the guy in the coffee shop, the way you had flirted and leaned into him. Had you not found the note would you have gone out with him had he called? You think maybe knowing Sam's right and that he'd want you to move on, but after your reaction to finding the note and slipping your wedding ring off the chain and back onto your finger where it belongs you know that you're not ready to take that step yet.

"I don't know that I'll ever be ready to move on, Sammy. There's this giant hole in my heart shaped like him and I... I know we weren't together that long, but." Your words are cut off as the tears start again, your body shaking harder with each sob.

He pulls you to his chest, gently rocks you and rubs your back as he murmurs softly, "It doesn't matter the length you know someone. He meant something to you and what you guys had was special. There's no correct timeline on your grief, Y/N. It's gonna hurt. Some days that pain is gonna be worse than others, but you're strong and you're gonna get through this."

"But what if I forget him? What if one day he doesn't consume my thoughts and what if years from now I forget his birthday? Our anniversary? What if I meet someone and I forget things about him? Like his middle name? Or the sound of his laugh? I... I..."

Sam pulls back to meet your gaze full on. "You're not gonna forget him," he tells you, voice firm as he thinks about Riley and Steve and everyone else he's loved and lost and it serves as a reminder that even though right now you're not okay one day you will be. You might never be that whole complete person you were before your loss, but one day those pieces will be glued back together and in their place will be someone stronger and better for having known him and loved him.

"I don't want to forget him," you whisper softly.

"You won't." And he says it with such conviction that you can't help believing him, after all he's never lied to you.

"I didn't think about him today until I found this!" You say, shaking the note again.

"That doesn't mean you're forgetting it means you're healing. There's a difference."

You look at him with doubt in your eyes.

"It does. You think he'd want you spending the rest of your life crying grieving for him?

"Yes."

Sam glares at you and in an instant you know it's time for the tough love portion of this conversation. "Come on, Y/N, be serious. He'd wanna see you happy. You're young and what happened to him was a tragedy, but I know he'd want you to go on living your life without him."

"What if I can't? What if it hurts too much?"

You sound so broken and all he can do is exhale slowly as he thinks about all the bad days he's had and the advice he's been given and given to other people. "It will," he says slowly. "Some days you won't be able to get out of bed. Some days that pain is going to be so crippling it'll feel like you can't breath, but look at me." Grasping your jaw gently he wipes away the tears that roll down your cheeks. "But one day you're gonna wake up the pain will still be there, but it'll be a dull ache and you'll be able to get through the day, you'll be able to look at his picture and smile and think about him without wanting to cry. You're gonna get through this because you're the strongest person I know."

"It's not fair. We had our whole lives planned out and he's just... he's gone. And m-maybe we would have ended up divorced and hating each other..."

"Naw. He was willing to put up with you and put a ring on that finger? He was in it for the long haul."

Despite the pain that threatens to swallow you whole you allow the tiniest of smiles to crease your face. "You're an asshole."

"Got you to laugh didn’t I?” he teases.

Somehow, it still feels wrong to be smiling and joking and when your stomach grumbles it feels wrong for that too. But as Sam wipes the last of your tears, as your stare down at the gem on your finger you know that everything he told you is right and you can't keep going on like this.

As Sam offers to order takeout and stay the night with you he wishes again how he could take your pain away, but knowing he can't he does the next best thing by giving you a shoulder to lean on and a friend to turn to in your darkest moments.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Marvel Cinematic Universe Master List

All 18+ content will be moved/posted to my 18+ blog @dizzy-after-dark — if you’re a legal adult feel free to check that out!

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Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List 

[MCU Drabbles, In Progress, 8 Fics]

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Loki Laufeyson

The Servant and the Prince Series Master List | Series [in progress] | Loki x Fem!Reader | 5 Parts | Angst / Fluff / Smut

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Bucky Barnes

Persephone’s Symphony Master List | Series [in progress] | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader | 6.5 / 14 Parts | Angst / Fluff / Smut

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Tony Stark

Idiot | Fic | Tony Stark x Fem!Reader | Angst / Fluff

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Scott Lang

Going to University with Scott Lang | Headcannon | Scott Lang x Fem!Reader | Fluff

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Peter Parker

Death | Fic | Peter Parker, May Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange | Angst

Angry | Fic | Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes (mentioned: Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Sam Wilson) | Angst / Dark

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Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers, The Man On Fire | Fic | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, OC: Ellie | Angst / Fluf

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Yelena Belova

Run— Run home where it's safe | Fic | Yelena Belova | Angst

Never, Ever, Ever, Fucking, Ever | Fic | Yelena Belova | Angst

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The Avengers

Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ Master List | Headcanon Series [in progress] | The Avengers x Fem!Reader [Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson] | 1 / 15 Parts | Fluff

Girl Group | Fic | Pepper Potts, Laura Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter | Angst / Fluff

Snapchat Memories and Dead People | Fic | Peter Parker, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (mentioned: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Vision, Steve Rogers) | Angst

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Clintasha

It’s Good | Fic | Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton | Fluff

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[acabecca]

“Go easy on the lipstick cause you’re gonna get kissed” Jas x Bucky (and sam which sounds weird but you know what I mean 😂😂)

bye this has been in my inbox since april lol

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“Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Because Barnes hasn’t been on a date since the 1940’s,” Sam replied, shovelling popcorn into his mouth as Jas pulled a face at him. “That girl from the bar doesn’t count - he was coerced into that date by an old man. This is his first real date since World War Two.”

“Well now I’m nervous,” Jas grumbled, and Sam snickered.

“Wonder if he still knows how to kiss-”

“Sam!”

“What?! C’mon, Jas, you guys have been dancing round each other for months. The dude’s gonna wanna kiss you at some point tonight.”

It was times like this when Jas missed Natasha - she would have been offering helpful tips, advice, not cracking jokes like Sam had been doing for the last week.

She tugged at the end of her dress.

“Is this okay?” she asked quickly, and Sam raised an eyebrow. “The dress. It’s not too short? Too tight?”

“You look fine, baby.”

Jas bit her bottom lip. “I’m gonna go change,” she stood up from the couch and wandered into her bedroom, ignoring Sam’s snickering behind her. Grumbling under her breath, Jas pushed back hanger after hanger as she searched for the dress she’d originally had in mind; pale green, thin straps, daisies printed all over it and it fell just below her knees. She had thought it was too casual at first, but at least she’d be comfortable.

Sam had made her so nervous she was sweating.

She changed quickly, quickly squirting some more perfume on her neck and wrists before smoothing her dress out and walking back into the living room, sitting in the armchair.

Sam hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch, his eyes still glued to TV as she shovelled more popcorn into his mouth.

He barely glanced at her as he said, “You look nice.”

“What if Bucky wants to do more than just kiss?” she yelped. “I haven’t waxed or anything!”

Sam turned to her with wide eyes, pulling a face at her. “Gross. I don’t need to know shit like that, Jas.”

“I mean like you said,” she continued as though Sam hadn’t spoken. “This has been a long time coming! What if he wants me to go back to his place? What if he wants to come here?! Oh my God I have to tidy up-”

“Woman will you sit down?” Sam chuckled, reaching out and putting a hand on Jas’ knee to keep her sitting. “He’s been here before. He lived here. He’s seen it messy, you’re fine.”

“You are the absolute worst wingman ever,” Jas pouted. “I miss Natasha.”

“You love me and you know it,” Sam waved a hand dismissively, grinning when there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it-”

“You will not!” Jas hissed, pushing him back down in his seat. Fluffing her hair up a bit and fixing her dress, Jas slipped her shoes on before she went to answer the door.

Bucky stood in front of her, a bunch of flowers in his hands and a smile on his face as he let his eyes roam over her.

“Hi,” Jas whispered.

“Hi,” Bucky handed her the flowers. “You look beautiful. Not that you- I mean you always look beautiful, but today you look- I really like your dress!” he stuttered, screwing his eyes shut as Jas giggled behind the flowers. “I’m sorry. Can we try that again? Hi. You look wonderful.”

“Thank you, you clean up quite nicely yourself, Barnes,” she beamed, turning to look back inside the apartment. “Sam! There’s flowers on the side table, make yourself useful and put them in some water for me!”

“Sure!” Sam called back through a mouthful of popcorn. “Oh, hey! Jasmine! Go easy on the lipstick, cause you’re gonna get kissed!”

Jas squeaked, plucking her jacket off the hook by the door and trying to shoo Bucky away, her cheeks flaming. He watched her in amusement before leaning round her to peer into her apartment.

“Wilson, are you hitting on my date for me?” he asked incredulously.

“Well one if has gotta be smooth and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be the 107 year old,” Sam snorted. “Have fun on your date, you guys! Be safe! Use protection! Wrap it before you tap it!”

“Go home!” Jas called back, resisting the urge to stomp back inside and hide under her duvet in embarrassment. She pulled the door shut loudly, muttering under her breath as she shoved her keys in her purse and turned to Bucky, who was grinning at her. “I hate him.”

Bucky laughed, taking Jas’ hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. “Finally, you’re seeing things from my point of view. You ready to get out of here, gorgeous?”

Jas smiled widely as Bucky laced their fingers together. “Lead the way, handsome.”

taglist: @sgtbuckyybarnes @mer-writes @jewelswrites-ish @foxesandmagic @hiddenqveendom @lukespatterson

Jas taglist: @ohhitherekatie @suethor @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123

let me know if you want to be added/removed!

[makbarnes]

Chapter 7

Bucky set his duffel bag next to your door in the hall and slowly knocked. Bucky was leaving for a mission and hated every detail about it. He would be gone for a month and he didn’t want to leave. You opened your door and saw a sad Bucky standing in the hall. You opened your door and Tatum rushed up to him. Grabbing his leg, he picked her up and shut your door behind him.

“Are you leaving now?” You walked up to Bucky.

“Sadly. I am, Baby.” You hugged Bucky tightly as he stroked you hair.

“Can I give you something?” Tatum pointed to the floor and Bucky sat her down. Tatum looked through her toys and Bucky gripped the back of your head. Pulling your lips into his you moaned quietly and held his hips. Bucky’s teeth nipped at your bottom lip, asking you for an entrance. Letting his tongue pass into your mouth he leaned you back a bit. His tongue moved over your own and went over the little cracks in your teeth. His hand on your lower back, he pulled you against him, feeling his hard abs under his plain shirt you pressed your hands against him.

“We should stop or I am never gonna let you leave.” Bucky kissed you powerfully one last time before gripping your hand.

“Here.” Tatum held up a little gray elephant to Bucky and he took it from her hands.

“I can’t take your elephant.”

“But what if you forget me?” Bucky hugged her tightly.

“How could I forget you, Doll? You’re my favorite girl.” Bucky kissed her forehead before taking the small elephant, standing up to you and giving you one last kiss.

“You too.” Bucky rubbed Tatum’s head before reaching for the doorknob.

“Keep this locked, and there is a you know in your cabinet.”

“Bucky, I don’t want that near Tatum.”

“Its for your protection. She can’t even reach it.” You crossed your arms, and motioned toward the cabinet. Bucky sighed and walked over taking a small handgun from your cabinet. Tucking it into his duffel bag he picked it up from the ground.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you.” Pecking his lips you shoved him slightly down the hall and he smiled back at you before leaving.

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Felicity walked into Sam’s house and her hands were shaking.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Sam took her hands and he tucked her face into his chest. Her breathing was heavy and she felt a few tears escape her eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Sam.”

“That’s amazing news. Why are you crying?” Your best friend Felicity. You had known her since the eighth grade but she went to college and moved to Brooklyn. You knew she was there but you had started law school. After moving to Brooklyn after college, Felicity went into the peace corps and that is where she met Sam Wilson. She had been there for two years, helping the victims of a natural disaster in Wakanda. While they were fighting HYDRA, Sam got shot down and crashed into a building Felicity was in. Sam grabbed her by the waist and threw her to safety before the building crumbled. SHe spent months helping him recover, falling in love. He stayed there for the two years Felicity was assigned until Steve needed his help. Getting married in secret, and after trying to have a baby but failing. They decided to move with him to help, heading back to Brooklyn she joined SHIELD. Before Felicity got on a case her and Sam were having fertility problems it finally had worked two months ago and she was losing it. The case SHIELD had been assigned on, was watching Loki, while the Avengers were watching you and Tatum. Felicity seduced Loki after he left you and she kept her marriage from you but still tried with Sam for a baby. Yes Loki and Felicity did have sex but only with a condom, saying he didn’t want a {Y/N} repeat. But after finding out she was pregnant she knew it was only a matter of time before he found out.

“I ruined the case...I’m such a fuck up.” Felicity sniffled a little while Sam wiped away her tears.

“You are not, You did not ruin the case either. It’s falling apart as is. Bucky is too involved to try and keep it from her any longer. We can just pretend it’s Loki for the meantime. Say the condom broke.” Sam kissed her powerfully, she moaned a little while Sam picked her up on his hips. Moving her over to his bed he stopped kissing her and grabbed a small silver band off of the table and slipped it on Felicity's ring finger.

“Still feels like I’m marrying you every time I put it on you.” Sam kissed her neck and she pulled off his forest green shirt. His chiseled abs made her chew her lip, hearing her phone ring in her back pocket she sighed and picked it up.

“Hello?” Felicity’s voice sounding impatient as ever.

"Are you alright, love? You sound...distracted." Loki’s voice pierced through the phone. Seeing Sam roll his eyes and grit his teeth, he rested his head on Felicity's chest.” “I’m just on break. Why?” You held onto the back of Sam’s head and smiled.

“Hm. Well I was phoning to tell you to meet me at Zenkichi for lunch. We are having Anago & Cream Cheese Tempura and I want you here at six. Oh and wear that skimpy red number, would you? It's ravishing on you.” Felicity sighed heavily and hung up her phone. “I have to go babe.” Sam lifted her shirt and kissed up her center. Moaning in the back of her throat she pushed Sam away. Sitting up she sat down her phone and went over to her closet.

“Why does he get all the fun?”

“Blame Fury, he assigned me on this.” She grabbed a red dress from the closet and stripped off her regular clothes. Slipping on the dress Felicity adjusted the low v-neck and fluffed her hair a bit.

“Take it off.”

“He told me to wear this, Sam.”

“I don’t give a shit, You only get to wear that with me. When we are out together. Not for that douchebag.”

“What am I supposed to do, He is so controlling.” “I am your husband and he does not own you.” Sam picked out a white dress with black lace down the side. Taking the red dress off of her Sam slipped the white one on.

“There, go tame the reindeer.” Felicity kissed him hard and slipped off her ring, giving it back to Sam.

“I hate having to leave you.”

“I know, But soon Felicity.” Sam kissed her hungrily before moving her out of the door. She waved Sam goodbye and went to Loki.

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You had made yourself comfortable on the couches with your caseload as Tatum played on her mat behind you. You had her kid music playing and found yourself tapping your foot as you read the information in the files. Tatum came up and grabbed your foot, laughing.

“What is it baby?”

“Dance, Mommy!” You smiled as you picked her up and spun in circles along with the music. You took her small hand into your own and swung her around as you hummed the beat. Tatum had a permanent smile on her face as you twirled around the room with her. She moved her hands to hold the sides of your face and kissed your cheek.

“I love you Mommy.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“And I love Bucky and Thor, and Steve.”

“I know you do baby.”

“Do you love Bucky, Mommy?”

“I do.”

“Does that mean he’s gonna be my new Daddy?”

“Maybe, you’d have to ask him that Tatum.”

“He said to ask you.” Tatum giggled as she wanted down and she rushed to her room. You pushed back your hair as you made your way to grab your phone and thought about texting Bucky. Before you could type out anything your phone dinged and a smile grew over your face as you noticed it was from Bucky.

“Hey Doll. Just checking in.”

“Hey, Everything is fine here. But uhm, we need to talk to Tatum. She’s asking a lot of questions and I think it would be better if we were both there. I’m not saying we need to do it right now but maybe in the next coming weeks as we get more serious.” You fiddled with your hands and worried he would block your number.

“We can do that. Whenever you think the time is right.” Bucky quickly responded and a warm feeling came over you as you settled down with your phone in your lap and worked on your cases and continued texting Bucky.

NEXT CHAPTER

SERIES CHAPTER

[samwilsonsbabymama]

All the Things (Your Man Won’t Do) 18+

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: Everyone around you sees how crappy your boyfriend treats you. How long does it take for your old friend Sam Wilson to convince you that you’d be better with him?

Warnings: Crappy boyfriend, unfulfilling relationships, not cheating but persuasion, nothing too sexual

A/N: So I listened to All the Things (Your Man Won’t Do) by Joe and I got Sam Wilson vibes BIG TIME and I had to write this lol This is the version that I listened to, the above link is to the music video where I got some of my inspo from lol There’s no real difference other than the length of the song lol

Word Count: 2,500 ish

v2- I typed all of the texts out in this version so people can see them if they don't load on the other version. Sam is italicized and reader is bolded. I tried to separate them. Let me know if the format is messed up 💖

You stood at the counter, ringing up your last customer for the night. It had been a long but exciting shift. You’d gotten a chance to see an old friend of yours, Sam Wilson. You’d seen him on TV fighting alongside, and against, the Avengers. No one believed that you knew the Sam Wilson, especially your boyfriend. It was great seeing him again. You two talked for a while when there weren’t many people in the store, and you exchanged numbers, excited to catch up with him soon.

As you locked up the store, you thought about the good times that you spent with Sam in college. You knew how he had been planning on joining the military and you were glad to see that he was doing well for himself. 

You sighed in annoyance when you heard a clap of thunder over your head as you looked around. Your boyfriend was late once again to pick you up. You absolutely hated waiting around for him, and you hated it even more that he used your car while you were at work.

Deciding not to wait for him, you pulled out your phone and ordered yourself a Lyft when you received an incoming text.

Hey Y/n. It’s Sam.

It was good seeing you today.

Hey Sam!

Yeah, I really enjoyed seeing you as well 😊

You checked your Lyft’s location, noting that it was just around the corner. You shifted your weight onto your other foot as you waited when you saw the headlights from the car come around the corner. You adjusted your bag once again as the driver pulled in front of you.

“Y/n?” the driver asked when you opened the door.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, that’s me.” You slid into the back seat and closed the door. You were settling in when your phone buzzed again in your hand. Once you were completely settled, you unlocked your phone and opened your text stream with Sam.

I don't want to sound too forward, but I was wondering if you would like to grab a drink with me sometime? You know, catch up some more.

But, I understand if you don't want to.

I would love to catch up sometime!

Great! How does tomorrow sound?

Tomorrow sounds great! Though, I think I should mention that I do have a boyfriend. So this would be just as friends.

You chewed your lip as you waited for his response. You hoped that he still wanted to meet up. You spent the rest of the car ride trying to distract yourself from waiting for Sam’s reply, and when you made it home without hearing from him again, you were a bit upset with yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up your boyfriend. Maybe he did just want to catch up as friends and you just ruined that possibility.

You let yourself out of the Lyft after handing the driver a tip and glanced up to your apartment. The living room light was still on, which meant that your boyfriend was home, he had clearly forgotten to come pick you up. Again. You rolled your eyes and trudged up the stairs and contemplated whether or not you wanted to argue about it or not. 

That decision was made for you when you walked through your door to find him laid back on the couch with dirty dishes everywhere.

“Damn, Ty!” you groaned then slammed the door. “You said that you were going to clean up!” you kicked off your shoes and began picking up the mess that he made.

“My bad, Y/n,” he mumbled without taking his eyes off the TV screen. “You know it was my day off.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah and I had to work all day! You didn’t even cook? Come on, Ty. You said that you would help out more.”

He waved his hand as if dismissing you and you made your way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. You wrapped your head up in a pineapple before hopping into the shower. Once you were done, you put on lotion and brushed your teeth. Ty had made his way to bed while you were in the shower and he looked to be sleeping already. You pulled back the covers on your side of the bed and flipped on your reading light and opened your book. You were halfway down the page when your phone buzzed.

You smiled when you saw Sam’s name on your screen.

I'm not surprised that someone cuffed you lol

Just friends it is then

Do you work tomorrow?

I'm happy to hear that. Yeah, I work tomorrow but I don't close.

I get off at 3. Where do you want to meet?

Have you heard of Pietro's Bakery?

YEAH! I love their cinnamon rolls!

I know the owner. Let’s meet there at 4?

Wait! How do you know the owner?

😅Friends from work

I'll introduce you.

Awesome! I can't wait to see you again, Sam.

Me too. Sleep tight, Y/n

Good night, Sam 😊

And for the first time in months, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

 Work was going by slowly for you and you kind of anticipated that it would. Whenever you were excited about something, time seemed to slow down.

You’d cleaned almost every aisle of the bookstore and made sure that all the books were facing the right way in the aisles that you cleaned. You’d fluffed pillows refilled coffee mugs of those that needed them and eagerly helped patrons that asked for help. You were intent on keeping yourself busy.

You’d looked at the clock for the millionth time and loudly groaned when you saw that it was only 1:30. You still had an hour and a half left of work.

You looked up eagerly when the chime above the door went off and crinkled your eyebrows when you saw Ty walk through the door. You watched as he scanned the room and make his way over to you when he spotted you.

“I need your car,” he said once he reached you and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey Y/n,” you said in a mock voice. “Can I borrow your car?”

“Hey, Y/n, can I borrow your car?” Ty repeated with a dry voice.

“Why?” your hand was on your hip as you waited for his response.

“Because I have to work late tonight and I’d rather not take a Lyft.” Ty held his hand out for your key and you looked him up and down.

“So how am I supposed to get home?” you said, your foot tapping with annoyance.

He shrugged, “Take a Lyft. Look Y/n, give me the damn keys, I’m about to be late for work.” 

You crossed your arms and pursed your lips, “That sounds like a personal problem.”

“Look, Y/n, I really don’t have time for this,” you could tell that he was becoming agitated. You fished your keys from your pocket and handed them to him, and he snatched them from you and turned to walk away.

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled. “Make sure you put some gas in it too!” you yelled at his retreating form.

“When you gon let him go, Y/n?” your coworker, Tanya, asked you as you walked back up to the front of the store. “The way he treats you isn’t right, and I know you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. I just… I don’t know,” you admitted. “I know he loved me once, but now I don’t know. Now I think he just sees me as… less. Ya know. Like, he barely touches me anymore, not even a hug. It’s like our relationship has run its course but neither one of us wants to be the first to say goodbye.”

“Wow,” Tanya dragged out. “Quoting Gladys Knight?” she chuckled. “Look, you deserve someone that’s gonna love you no matter what. Someone that worships you and brings out the best in you and Ty does not do that. He never did, and you know it. I say, be the first one to say goodbye, because you deserve way better than he can give you.”

You chewed your lip as you thought about what she said. Your three-year relationship with Ty was stagnant, and you couldn’t think of a time when it wasn’t. There was no fire, there never had been, and honestly, your fights weren’t even fights. He typically just sat there as you complained about his mess or that he forgot to come pick you up, something that happened way too often for your liking.

You groaned at your situation wondering how you managed to dig yourself into this hole.

You finished helping one last customer before you clocked out for the day. Now that you didn’t have your car, it would take you longer to get there. You decided to walk instead of catching a Lyft. You needed some time to clear your head before meeting up with Sam.

You window-shopped as you made your way to the bakery. You took in all the sales and wished that you could stop and partake in some retail therapy, but you continued on.

You made it to the bakery sooner than you had hoped, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go so you went in.

You walked to the counter and ordered yourself a cinnamon roll and found a seat in the corner. As you waited, you people watched the patrons in the bakery. Some were old, some were young, but many of them were around your age it seemed. Most of them came in with their families, and it made your heart hurt a little. When you were younger, you thought that you would be married with a couple of kids by now. You had plans after college, but for some reason, they didn’t pan out for you. 

You picked at your cinnamon roll for a few minutes before a shadow cast over you.

“You’re early!” Sam’s booming voice startled you.

“Hey, Sam!” you slid out of your seat and threw your arms around his neck. You melted into his embrace; it felt like you belonged here. Quickly shaking yourself from your thoughts, you pulled away from him and sat back down.

“I’m glad you came, Y/n,” Sam’s smile took up his entire face. That was one thing that you loved about him, his smile was infectious. You couldn’t help but to smile when he did, and his smiles were always genuine, never forced.

You two talked for hours, you didn’t even notice that the sun had gone down.

“Hey, Sam,” a woman with fire-red hair appeared next to your table.

“Wanda, hey, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Wanda, she owns the place.” Sam introduced the two of you and you smiled as you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” she smiled brightly at you. “I’ve heard a lot about you over the last few years, Y/n, it’s great to finally meet you.”

You looked to her in confusion before she continued, “He said that you’re the um, what did you say, Sam?”

“It’s not important, Wanda,” Sam said, clearly trying to get her to move on.

“That’s right, you’re ‘the one that got away’,” she winked at you with a smirk on her face before turning to Sam once again. “I’m going to head home, will you lock up for me?”

Sam nodded once again, “Good night, Wanda!”

You watched as Wanda walked away laughing to herself at Sam’s obvious discomfort. “Well, she’s sweet,” you commented once you heard the back door lock.

“Yeah, and a pain in my ass,” Sam grumbled. “Look-”

You cut him off, “So I’m the one that got away?” you chuckled.

He shrugged, “I had plans to come and get you once I got out but I was kinda messed up after Riley, then Captain America needed me, then the whole Thanos thing. I just wanted to be at my best when I finally did get to see you.”

“Sam, I have-”

“You have a boyfriend, yeah I know.” he scrubbed his face with his hands. “Can you tell me that you’re happy with him, Y/n?”

You remained silent, giving him your answer.

“We have history, Y/n,” Sam continued. “You know you’re mine, and you know I’ll do all the things he won’t do. I’ll do them for you.”

“You know I remember that night? And I know you remember it too.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as the images of that night flashed through your mind.

The two of you panted as Sam thrusted into you, his hips moving at a slow pace and your nails dragging down his back. He fit so well inside of you, like he was made for you. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum already, but you could feel another orgasm stirring. He whispered in your ear, telling you how good you felt wrapped around him.

You’d imagined this many times before, but nothing, nothing, had prepared you for how he would actually make you feel. 

Sam’s hips began to move faster and his hands moved down to your hips to hold you into place as he fucked into you. Your breathy moans filled the air as he grunted in your ear. You’d never heard anything sweeter than the sound of his voice as the two of you made love.

In that moment, you imagined your life being filled with this. Coming home to Sam, loving him, and having him love you. That was something that you could get used to.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam squeezed your hand, a smirk on his lips because he knew what you had been thinking about.

“Y/n, he treats you like your nothing,” Sam said instead. “You’ve told me about all of the times that he’s taken your car and had you find your own way home. I wanna do all the things your man won’t do.”

You chewed your lip, “I hear what you’re saying, but-”

“What good is a diamond nobody can see?” Sam asked. Your hand rested in his as his thumb ran over your knuckles. 

You shrugged, “We’ve been together for three years. It just doesn’t feel right leaving him, ya know?”

“You’d rather spend the rest of your life unhappy?” Sam lowered his voice and leaned closer to you over the table. “Y/n, you know I can make you happy. You deserve it.”

“Sam I-,”

“You say you need someone to be there for you,” he interrupted you again. “To love you all night long

I don't think you have to look no further because I'm right here. And I'm ready to do all the things your man won't do.”

You locked eyes with him once more, and you saw nothing but sincerity there. Sam was your safe place. He was your home, and he was right. You didn’t have to look further. He was the one for you.

[dumbchickwrites]

office affairs -- part 3

Pairing: CEO!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam is the CEO of the Red Wing PR agency where Reader has been working for the past two years. Problem is, they both think one hates the other. However, when their friends set them up on a blind date, they’ll realise that it was all a big misunderstanding.

Warnings: language, Reader is a bit thirsty.

Words: 2.6k

A/N: This series is part of @marvelmaree​‘s birthday challenge. You can find the masterlist on my blog and hers!

A/N 2: Guys. I’m so so sorry you had to wait this long. You see, all the updates for this fic were queued. But the gag is, they were queued for next month. How did that happen, I don’t know. But every thing is back to normal now and you should expect a new part everyday (or two days, when I want to create ~ suspense ~). Again, I apologise. I hope you enjoy!

It’s Friday night.

If you weren’t nervous this morning, you sure are now. Why though? It’s not like you haven’t been on a date before. Yes, it’s been a while, but you’re pretty sure you can handle a couple of hours of soft flirting. Not to mention the free dinner.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, relax,” Noelle says for the thirteenth time.

She gives your shoulders a brief squeeze before her hands go back to undoing the flexi-rods in your hair. You agreed that she would style your hair while you’d do your makeup. When you stated that you’d go for your usual soft makeup look, Noelle and the girls encouraged you to step out of your comfort zone a bit. That’s why you went for a – still soft—pink smokey eye paired with a nude lipstick.

After Noelle is done fluffing up your curls, you get dressed in a midi skirt and your favourite dusty pink cashmere sweater. Under your breath, you pray that you won’t spill anything on it.

Once you’re dressed and all your jewellery is on, you get to the living room where Mimi and Noelle are watching TV to show them the result.

“Okay, how do I look?” you ask with a little twirl for good measure.

“Woah, you look like a princess!” Mimi exclaims, looking up at you with stars in her eyes.

“Aw, thanks Mimi!”

“I say you look like you’re gonna order dessert twice,” Noelle says, before taking a sip of her tea.

Your jaw drops. “Noelle!”

Your sister only laughs in response and you roll your eyes playfully. She’s always making this type of jokes in front of Michelle then blames you when the same jokes come out of the little girl’s mouth at totally random and inappropriate times; like that time at a family gathering when everyone was setting up your aunt’s backyard to play dodgeball and Mimi joked that your cousin Samir would be the first person to “take that D”. The memory alone of the silence that followed makes you want to burst out laughing.

Noelle winks at you before you make your way to the foyer to put your coat on.

“Don’t forget to text us when you get to the restaurant!”

“I won’t!”

With that, you’re out the door.

The cab ride to the restaurant seems long, but since you’re lost in your thoughts for most of it, you get there soon enough.

The doorman opens the door to the establishment for you with a polite smile and you thank him with a nod. However, the hostess isn’t that polite. The way she talks to you is a bit rude, and for a minute you wonder if she’s a bitter Becky who’s about to give you a hard time but she just happens to have a stick stuck up her ass.

Instead of the main dining room, she leads you through a dimly lit corridor.

“The rest of your party is already here,” she says. “A waiter will be along in a few moments.”

With a forced smile, she slides the wooden door open and closes it behind you.

You can’t help but let your jaw drop at the sight of the man in front of you.

On the other side of the room, Sam Wilson returns your surprised stare right back at you.

Oh Lord. I will kill them. All three of them. I’ll tell Mimi her mom drowned in the Hudson.

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like hours, unsure of what to say. Your mind goes back to this morning, how you embarrassed yourself, how you shamelessly checked him out.

Speaking of checking him out, he looks absolutely delicious. He swapped this morning’s tan suit for a black suit and a burgundy turtleneck. You’ve seen him in turtlenecks before but this time feels different. Maybe Noelle was right. You might just have two desserts tonight.

“I –”

“You look—”

You both chuckle at the rather awkward situation.

“I’m sorry, you first,” Mr Wilson smiles.

“Actually… I don’t even know what I was gonna say,” you chuckle nervously.

“Well, I was gonna say that you look gorgeous. May I take your coat?”

A smile finds its way on your lips. He’s being nice. “Oh, um, sure.” Sam helps you slide the coat off your shoulders. “I think you look very handsome as well.”

It’s Mr. Wilson’s turn to smile again. He pulls a chair for you and you thank him as you sit.

“I can’t believe they set us up like this,” he chuckles, avoiding your eyes.

Oh. And here you thought every thing was going well. Okay, maybe not well, but you know, you were getting there. But he just had to ruin it. Why even compliment you if he’s going to spit in your face a second later?

Suddenly, the air in the room feels tight around you and you want to leave, get some fresh air and go home.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you almost whisper.

“What?”

“This must be incredibly uncomfortable for you.”

“It is.”

It’s like being slapped in the face by a frozen hand. A giant ice cream hand that leaves sticky residue all over your face. You weren’t ready for him to just flat out admit it. You hoped he would be more subtle about it.

You frown, anger, shame and frustration starting to bubble up inside you.

“In this case, I certainly won’t be the one to keep you,” you say as you stand up.

Making sure to keep your chin up, you get to the coat rack near the door in three long strides, ready to get out of here.

“Woah, wait a minute.”

Mr. Wilson’s hand grabs your wrist, giving it a gentle tug to get you to turn around. When you do so, a frown is still painted on your features.

“I don’t think we understand each other here,” he says.

“Don’t we? I mean, it’s pretty clear to me that you don’t want to spend the rest of the night with a woman who’s one, your employee, and two, someone you’re annoyed by. So please, just let me go and save the last ounce of dignity I still have in me.”

“… You think I’m annoyed by you?”

“Are you gonna make me say it again? Is this a joke to you?”

“No, of course not!” he sighs. “I just—Why would you think that?”

“Well, you’ve never held eye contact with me for more than one second, we’ve never said more than a couple sentences to each other and every time I walk in a room, you immediately get out like I have the—the plague or something!”

He stares at you for a couple of minutes, searching your face for… you don’t even know what, but you refuse to cower under his gaze if that’s what he wants.

“I apologise for my behaviour. I realise now how horrible I’ve been… I get nervous when I’m around you ‘cause I’m scared I’ll make a fool of myself.”

He what?

“You what?”

What in the name of the Lord is happening here? Are you losing your mind? Are you having a stroke? Can you still feel the left side of your body?

He gets nervous when he’s around you? Why?

“Because I like you,” he says, and you realise you thought that last bit our loud. “I’ve liked you since the first day you walked in the office.”

You blink up at him.

There’s no way any of this is real.

“I thought you hated me this whole time,” you whisper.

“I thought you hated me this whole time.”

“But… you’re my boss! Why didn’t you say anything?”

A slight shrug. “It didn’t affect your performance at work or your relationship with your colleagues.”

“Oh…”

You don’t know what to say or do, so you take a few seconds to just process everything he just said. It all makes a bit more sense now, you have to admit. But two years? You’re not that intimidating. Not at all, actually. A small part of you feels like you should apologise for your little outburst as well.

“I’m sorry for, you know, the little outburst. I was a bit rude there.”

“Don’t worry about it. Tell you what. How about, we introduce ourselves again, enjoy this free meal and be ourselves? We’re not co-workers tonight. We’re just two people enjoying their first date. Deal?”

You nod, a grin already on your lips.

“Okay. I’m Sam,” he extends his hand for you to shake. “It’s great to meet you. You look lovely.”

You giggle like a schoolgirl in front of her crush and introduce yourself as well. “You look lovely too.”

“Shall we?”

“Let’s.”

Dinner is excellent. Not only the food, but Sam as well. Turns out Maria and Natasha were right, he is a great guy. He’s the kind of person who totally gets you wrapped in whatever story he’s telling, like the one where he and his friends Steve and James once stole a car in Germany. You love every second you spend with him.

“You said you have a niece, right?”

The topic moved on family once Sam told you that his youngest sister recently became a mom.

“Yes, Michelle. She’s eight.”

“What is she like?”

“It’s gonna sound cliché but, she’s one of a kind. Very smart, kind, and surprisingly good at keeping secrets,” you say.

You can’t help but beam as you talk about Michelle, and if Sam notices, he doesn’t say anything. You tell him about how she likes cars and dinosaurs but also princesses and Bratz dolls, how blue crêpes and pizza are her favourite foods and what it’s like to live with your sister and your niece.

“I’m sorry, I’m sucking up all the air in the room,” you chuckle.

“You’re fine. I like listening to you.”

You take a sip of wine to hide your smile.

“What about your family? What are your sisters like?”

“It depends. They’re both dragons and angels.” You chuckle at that. “But they’ve always had my back and I’m very grateful for them. I couldn’t be where I am today without them.”

“It sounds like you guys are close.”

“We are,” he nods. “Our parents wanted us to know and live by the true meaning of the word ‘family’, and I think it’s the strongest thing ever, you know? And it’s not always about blood ties. Random people you meet along the way can become family as well.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, eating the contents of your plates, forgotten in the heat of your conversations.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, just—” you shrug. “I feel good right now. With you. This is nice.”

Sam sets his knife down and his hand comes to cover yours on the table. Without a word, you flip your hand so you can lace your fingers with his. You both smile at each other, butterflies dancing in your belly.

You almost curse yourself. It’s too soon for that. But at the same time, why not let go for a moment?

Your friends were right, you needed this. And it looks like Sam did too.

After dessert, you stay at the restaurant for another hour, chatting around a bottle of wine, before the hostess comes around to tell you they’ll be closing house soon. You want to say something about hospitality and customers, but you decide against it. Your heart is too full right now for you to even be bothered by her.

You and Sam stand, ready to put your coats on and leave.

“So…” you break the silence. “What happens now?” you ask, almost shyly.

“Well, we go outside, we get my car from the valet,” Sam takes your hands in his. “And because my mama raised a gentleman, I’m gonna drive you back to your place. I’ll text you when I get home, tell you about what a nice time I had. Then, I’ll give you some space for the rest of the weekend, until Monday morning when you’ll find fifty roses on your desk.”

You giggle. “Why fifty?”

“One for each time I wanted to kiss you tonight,” he whispers, his forehead against yours.

Your breath hitches at his words. Here it is. It’s not like you don’t want to kiss him – you do, but there’s something inside you that tells you that this isn’t just a one time thing. You already miss him and he’s not even gone yet.

Yeah… I’m in trouble, you think.

“Sam…”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me. Please.”

It’s a slow kiss, almost timid. You let him take control as he tests the waters, taking his time to taste your lips, still sweet from the wine. When his tongue slides against your bottom lip, you let him in, and you can’t help but let out a quiet moan as his tongue brushes against yours. He pulls you closer, his arms around your waist.

You break the kiss at the same time, gazing into each other’s eyes as you catch your breath.

“That was…”

“Yeah. It was.”

*

“No, for the last time, I’ll tell you everything at brunch.”

“But I’m your sister!” Noelle almost whines, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. “I should get exclusive info.”

You throw a slipper at her that she easily dodges.

The ride home was calm. You and Sam sat in a comfortable silence the entire time as he drove through the city, the radio softly humming. More than once, you wanted to grab the hand resting on his thigh and just hold it, but you controlled yourself. You didn’t want to seem needy.

“Then you shouldn’t have teamed up with Nat and Maria. Now you guys are in the same boat,” you give her a sweet smile and she narrows her eyes at you.

“Okay fine. But if he texts you—”

As if on cue, your phone lights up with a notification. Noelle looks at you, then your phone and makes a beeline for it by jumping on your bed. Wrong move, because you’re closer to it. You grab it before she even lands on the mattress.

“You really thought you did something, huh?”

She shrugs. “At least I tried. What does he say?”

“Girl, how do you even now it’s him?!”

“I didn’t. Until you told me,” she says, a mischievous smile on her face. She looks like the model in the new Versace campaign… Loki is his name? Anyways.

You roll your eyes and finally unlock the phone, Noelle’s eyes still on you like a hawk.

Unknown: I already miss your laugh.

A giggle finds its way past your lips.

“Girlll, look at youuu!” Noelle pokes your ribs.

“How old are you?” you try your best to sound annoyed but the grin on your lips simply won’t disappear.

“When will you understand that it doesn’t matter how old I am, I will never be too old to tease my little sister?”

You shake your head at her antics and get back to your phone. You save his number immediately.

You: Well aren’t you a sweet talker…

Sam: That I am.

Sam: Seriously though, I had a great time tonight.

You: Me too. I know it’s very early but how does a second date sound?

Sam: Wait that’s my line!

Sam: Sounds great. I can’t wait to see you again.

You’re searching for the right reply when his next text appears with a soft sound. And your heart flutters.

Sam: And to kiss you again.

Yeah… I’m in real trouble.