#sam wilson x woc ofc

[keanureevesisbae]

eunoia - prologue

Summary: Sam is trying to adjust to a life post-Steve Rogers.

Sam Wilson x Quinn (Asian ofc)

Warnings: Some spoilers for Civil War, Inifinity War, Endgame and TFATWS

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: Did I just abandon my other wips to work on this one? Maybe. This story follows around 50% of TFATWS storyline, but it’s not identical. I honestly don’t know whether or not people are gonna like it, but if you do, please let me know 🥺Our boy Sam deserves all the fics 🥰

Masterlist // eunoia masterlist // 

Not a day goes by that Sam doesn’t think about Quinn. It was at the Joint Terrorist Centre’s headquarters in Berlin when he first saw her on security camera’s. While Bucky was being interviewed, a different set of cameras showed another interrogation room. It was nearly identical to Bucky’s room, though the difference was that there a woman was strapped in a similar containment cell. They had found her earlier that day and according to some intel she was part of another Hydra program, though there was not much known about her yet.

With the reactivated Winter Soldier Program, Sam tried to capture Zemo, before the fugitive disappeared into the crowd. Together with Steve, they took Bucky into an abandoned building. While Bucky slowly regained consciousness and both Steve and Sam being distracted, no one noticed someone sneaking up behind them.

In a twinkling of an eye, both Steve and Sam were tied up with one rope, despite the two of them being on opposite sides of the room. With a certain focus, the petite woman marched up to Bucky, ready to do whatever was her task. As her fingers wrapped around his neck, tips digging in his neck, Bucky seemed to recognize her. A soft ‘hey’ from the Winter Soldier was enough to snap her out of it.

The rope stopped cutting into Sam’s skin, as the woman looked around her. She dropped the rope and she ran her hands through her long black locks. There was something about her that intrigued him. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, before they landed on him.

Sam didn’t know her that long, but he could see that there were a lot of undisclosed feelings. She was confused, maybe even a bit scared.

She introduced herself as Quinn, though adding the fact that she had no idea what her  real name was and Quinn seemed fitting.

Just like Bucky, Quinn was also a target of Zero’s spree. She remembers Zemo breaking her out of the secret and deserted Hydra facility back in Munich, where she was put into cryogenic stasis. Zemo released her into the world, only for her to be caught within a few hours. She had no idea if that was Zemo’s intention, her getting caught that soon.

‘Just a few hours ago,’ Quinn explained, ‘there was this guy with black hair, questionable facial hair, who told me to catch a guy. It was a picture of you.’ She gestured towards Bucky, who tilted his head as his gaze softened.

‘You remember me?’ Bucky asked her.

She shrugs. ‘I don’t know,’ she whimpers. ‘I didn’t when he showed me the picture, but… There is something I sort of remember of you. You walked into the room, dressed in all black, looking visibly exhausted. You were in this other cell and looked at me and told me that it was all gonna be okay.’ Quinn let out a soft—yet meaningless—chuckle. ‘That’s not quite working out.’

Without any more painful questions, Steve suggested she came along and Sam and her actually fought alongside the rest on the airport, making sure Bucky and Steve were on that flight and just like the rest who stayed behind, they were imprisoned in the Raft.

Sam watched her, day in, day out. She was yet again strapped inside a containment cell within her cell, another counter measurement to make sure she was unable to escape. Sam saw how she kicked an entire van to the side on the airport, without breaking a sweat. It made him question whether or not she was just cooperating or if the restraints were really working.

Her petite frame was perfect for her to blend in the crowd, in contrast to Bucky, however strength wise, they were around the same level.

Speed wise, it was Quinn who had the upper hand there.

She simply sat in the cell, staring ahead of her. Sam wondered what happened inside her head, but when they made eye contact, all he could see was sadness and hopelessness.

At night, when the lights were dim and everyone was asleep, he told her that it was all gonna be okay.

‘How do you know?’

‘I just do,’ he said.

For the first time, she smiled at him. ‘And I just have to trust you on that one?’

‘It’s the wisest thing to do. Besides, what have you got to lose?’

After Steve freed them from the Raft, he did not know what to expect from her. Deep down, Sam kinda hoped she would join him. On the airport, it was obvious how well they worked together, but just like Clint, Scott and Wanda, she decided to live her own life.

And just like that, she disappeared.

Sam never thought he’d see her again, but when they all met in the New Avengers Facility, when they learned about Thanos’ plan to capture all the Infinity Stones, she walked in as if she never left. She stayed close to either him or Steve, not once speaking up about what she did in the meantime and Sam never felt like he could ask.

When they landed in Wakanda, Quinn took him aside and asked: ‘You got my back?’

He smiled at her, realizing that his efforts in gaining her trust back at the Raft and the Facility had helped. ‘Always,’ he promised.

But he didn’t keep his promise. He didn’t have her back like he promised.

Quinn was the last person Sam saw, before he disintegrated into ashes, together with half of the world population. Her hand on his cheek, as her eyes darted from side to side, slightly confused of what was happening, but also realizing that he couldn’t have her back anymore.

While Sam was aware that she was right there on the battlefield after they were all brought back, the first time he saw her was on Tony’s funeral. After Steve told him, Banner, Bucky and Quinn he was going to return the Infinity Stones and Mjølnir—looking back on it—it was obvious she knew what Steve decided to do. Sam can still hear the words that left her lips then: ‘Are you sure you want that to be your future?’

Sam did not know what it meant then, but he sure does now. After he received the shield minutes later of a much older Steve, Quinn did what she always does: disappear.

He never knew where she went, what she was doing and while he respects her decision, he still thinks about her. Every single day. His hope of seeing her again, hasn’t faded away and sometimes it frustrates him. He barely knew her, why is he so hung up on her then?

Sam lets out a sigh, as he drives his truck over the roads to his destination. It has been a rough couple of weeks. He is working closely together with the United States Air Force and after a few missions, he made his decision whether or not to give up the shield.

Without Steve, the shield is nothing.

He desperately needs a break from all of this and there is no place like Delacroix Louisiana to wind down from the hectic of an after Blip world. He had been there two times, but both times ended abruptly as the Air Force needed him.

Now, he has the time. All the time in the world to relax and forget about an Avenger like life.

Sam parks his car on the dock and his nephews AJ and Cass are the first to notice him. ‘Uncle Sam, uncle Sam,’ they exclaim.

‘Ah, there you two are,’ he says, hugging the two boys tightly.

‘How long are you gonna stay this time?’ Cass asks.

‘Awhile,’ is the answer he is giving his nephews, but that is mostly because he wants to keep them in suspense a little.

AJ scoffs. ‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Okay, okay, gotta give you that,’ he chuckles. ‘How about: at least two weeks?’

The two boys high five each other. His sister Sarah loudly places a crate on the ground. ‘Finally,’ she says, ‘took you long enough.’

‘Nice to see you too,’ he retorts with a smile, before giving her a hug. ‘Missed you.’

‘Of course you did,’ she says. ‘We missed you too, just like almost everyone here. Almost got me thinking that you’re the favorite Wilson sibling.’

‘That’s because I am.’ He carries the crate to where Sarah wants it and he smiles when his eyes land on the family boat. ‘She sure is a beauty.’

‘A broken beauty,’ Sarah says, ‘that is costing me a fortune.’ She places her hands on her hips as she says: ‘With both the house and the boat needing some fixing up, every penny I got to spare is going to the house.’

‘Is this about you wanting to sell it again?’

‘Yes, since I’m not willing to sell a working organ on the black market in order to afford its repairs.’

‘I told you I would fix it,’ Sam says.

Sarah rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, you told me that months ago, but the boat still isn’t working. You know the situation, Sam, the thing’s gotta go.’

‘Sarah, you’re kidding. We grew up on this thing.’

She scoffs. ‘Yeah, I know, I was there. It’s just that I cannot afford it anymore.’

Sam sure loves his sister, but there are moments where he—just like back in the days—he’d want to put her behind the wallpaper, making her shut up. It’s always this doom thinking. Everything or nothing at all, there is no in between. ‘You know I can help with this.’

‘Yeah, big help you’ve been.’

Sam clenches his jaw. ‘Well, I’m sorry I was taken away by the blip.’

‘It’s not about you being gone for the blip,’ Sarah says. ‘It’s about the fact that there is too much for me to do here. I need to keep the house, so it’s either keeping the boat or the business and since the business is my income, it’s only logical that the boat has got to go.’

Great, he has been back for a few minutes and he is already having this conversation with his sister. ‘I’ve got this, Sarah, I promise.’

She doesn’t believe him, he can see it in her eyes, but decides to drop the matter. Maybe she realizes too that this is no conversation for them to have after he got back for only a few minutes.

The two of them step back on the dock, where his nephews are stretching out their necks, almost like they are searching for something. ‘Whatcha looking at?’ Sam asks. ‘See a pretty lady?’

‘Is that,’ Cass starts, only for AJ to exclaim: ‘Auntie Quinn!’

The two boys drop their stuff and rush over the dock to the woman Sam never thought he’d see again, let alone right here. Quinn holds out her arms and despite the boys being nearly the same height as her, she still manages to catch them both as they jump in her arms. They must’ve known about her enhanced strength, Sam thinks to himself, otherwise they wouldn’t have jumped right in her arms.

But that raises another question: how could they’ve known?

‘Auntie Quinn?’ he asks Sarah.

Sarah nods. ‘Auntie Quinn,’ she confirms.

She’s gonna leave it at that? ‘Care to explain?’

‘I think it was two weeks after you were blipped away. It was chaos here, like literal chaos. People were missing, I hadn’t heard anything from you. She walked up the dock and offered her help. I thought for at least a month she was an angel send from the heavens. She told me she saw you right before you were blipped away and that she went to your place back in DC. She found out about us and decided to see how it all went down here. Thankfully she did, because I desperately needed her help. She assisted with the business, helped raising the boys.’

To say he is confused, would be an understatement. ‘She stayed here?’ he asks. ‘During the entire blip?’

‘Oh yeah,’ Sarah says, holding up her hand to Quinn. ‘I think all in all, she stayed here for four years. Sometimes she went away for a few weeks, but she always returned. Near the end, she called me and told me that Steve needed her. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen her in a while.’

Sam can’t stop looking at the big smiles and chuckles being exchanged between AJ, Cass and Quinn. She hugs his nephews tightly and even from a distance he can tell she is scolding them for growing taller.

‘I think that without her,’ Sarah continues, ‘I barely would’ve made it. She was slightly clueless though. Had issues with the simplest tasks, like cooking and day to day stuff, but she’s a fast learner.’

It shouldn’t warm his heart like it does, but Sam can’t help but smile as he realizes that Quinn went on the look out to care for his family.

‘She told me she had no memories of growing up. Poor thing,’ Sarah says, shaking her head as she as well looks at the trio. ‘She tried so hard to remember, but in all those years she spend here, no luck. I wonder if she does now.’

She doesn’t. Sam doesn’t need to ask her, because he simply knows.

Quinn still doesn’t remember her past.

[cevansbrat0007]

Good Girls & Little White Lies

Title: Good Girls & Little White Lies

Summary: You and your friend, Mya, never set out to lie. It just kind of…happened that way.. Steve Rogers x Black!Reader Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC

*Warnings: Inane Fluff, Slight Daddy Kink, Slightly Bratty Reader, Slightly Bratty OFC, Name Calling, Angry Avengers, Cursing, Spanking (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Hangovers, Ridiculousness for no real reason,  Minors DNI

A/N: Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

Good Girls & Little White Lies

A little white lie never hurt anyone. Right?

You and your friend hadn’t originally set out to lie. It just kind of…happened that way. You just wanted to have a little fun away from the judgmental, overprotective eyes of your loving boyfriends. You assured yourselves that they would never find out about your night out. But then someone took pictures. And then it all went to hell. 

—

Saturday Morning - 10:00am

God, you feel like death. You come to with a groan on Mya’s bathroom floor, your body stiff and sore. You attempt to sit up before immediately thinking better of it. It felt like someone had punched you one at a time in both eyes. Using every ounce of your strength, you manage to roll away from the toilet just in time for Mya to stumble in and empty her stomach into the bowl. Between the two of you, you weren’t sure who was prettier. 

“I’d offer to hold your hair back…” You sound pitiful, even to yourself. “But sitting up feels dangerous.”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” She heaves into the toilet yet again. 

“You could’ve brought me a bucket.” You mumble, whimpering slightly when she swats at your leg. “Just sayin’.”

“Seriously, shut up. We are in so much fucking trouble, Y/N.” Mya visibly wilts, nestling herself between her toilet and the bathroom sink. 

You manage to perk up at the word trouble. “What trouble? Why? How?” This was more than you could process right now. 

“They know, dipshit.” You feel your stomach churn at that. God, she really should’ve brought you a bucket. Or a bowl. Just how much had you had to drink?

“They don’t know anything, Mya.” You just want to go back to bed. “Look, for all they know we had too much wine and fell asleep early.” You’re both too hungover for this right now. You needed some Gatorade, a blanket, and a pillow. Stat. 

“No bitch!” She huffs before lobbing a loose roll of toilet paper at your head. You manage to catch it and throw it back. The bitch dodges. “You don’t get it. They called us. Or at least Sam called me.” You groan as memories from last night start flooding back. “You gotta know Steve called you too.”

Fuck. Yes he had. Had you answered? You were afraid to check. 

“Right. They came by here.” You whimper, throwing an arm across your eyes. “We were at Carnal.”

“Uh huh. And then they went to Carnal. And we were gone.” Mya gags again. You flinch as she tosses you her phone, letting you read her messages. 

Big Daddy: *Message Includes 2 Attachments* (Received 12:55am) 

“Wait.” You look over at Mya, not even bothering to hide your surprise. Do you seriously have Sam listed in your phone as “Big Daddy”? Like, how did I not know this?” You can’t help but laugh, even though it hurts your head. 

“Bitch, if you don’t shut up and focus!” Right. You blink once, twice. And then get back to the task at hand. 

Big Daddy: Princess, please tell me these are old pictures. (Received 12:56am) 

Oh God…they were pictures of the two of you. Dancing on each other at Carnal. Great!

Big Daddy: Why aren’t you picking up??? (Received 1:00am) 

Big Daddy: I’m officially concerned. Steve can’t reach Y/N either. Are you ok? (Received 1:08am) 

Big Daddy: I’m not playing, sweetheart! Answer your goddamned phone! (Received 1:20am)

Big Daddy: Damn it, Mya. If I don’t hear back from you in the next 5 minutes I’m coming over. (Received  1:33am)

Big Daddy: That’s it. I’m on my way. So is Steve. For your and Y/N’s sake, you had better be sleeping. Otherwise we are about to have a serious fucking problem. (Received 1:38am)

Big Daddy: We’re here, Maya. WHERE. ARE. YOU? (Received 2:01am)   

You collapse on your back with a pitiful moan, while Mya attempts to drag herself into the living room. You two were dead meat.

—

The Night Before - 7:45pm “I’m serious, girl!” You manage to laugh as you gulp down another mouthful of wine. “This man, I’m talking the Captain America, actually had the audacity to sit in front of the door and refuse to let me leave. He pretended he was stretching. As if he hadn’t already spent all day trying to get me to cancel with you!” Your friend, Maya, can barely contain her laugh at the thought of a big man like Steve willingly sitting on the floor, pouting in front of his own door. 

“Mind you,” you continue on, “this is after the same hardened veteran purposely hid my keys from me and then had the nerve to act like it was my fault.”

“Mmhmm.” Mya nods sympathetically. You knew she’d been there, done that. According to her, she’d also spent the better part of her day trying to escape the clutches of a certain dark and broody Falcon. Superhero status aside, it was basically common knowledge that Sam Wilson could be a terror when he felt like he wasn’t getting his way. 

“How’d you figure out he had them?” Your friend hands you her now empty glass, which you are quick to fill. 

You can’t resist puffing out your chest just a little. Blame it on the wine. “I waited until he finally paused his protest to go to the bathroom, and then I tackled his ass to the bed, girl. Told him I was never going down on him again unless he let me check his pockets.” You both cackle like a couple of fools. 

“Bet he regrets teaching you those self defense moves now!” She says as she raises her wine in mock salute right as the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of your pizza. And not a moment too soon. All this wine and talk about your men had you positively starving. 

(10 minutes later…)

“So I was thinking…” You trail off as you start working on your second slice of pizza. “Well, more like wondering…” What was the best way to phrase this? “Are we still…you know…fun?”

Mya pauses mid-bite. “Uhmm��we’re not not fun. We’re just, you know, at different points in our lives now.” You nod at that. “Plus, we’re dating members of The Avengers. It’s not exactly like we can go out and party like we used to…”

You sigh and lean back against the couch. She had a point. It wasn’t like this was the first conversation the two of you had ever had about your men’s expectations of you. You were expected to be their good girls like all of the time. It went almost without saying. Whether it involved you hanging on their arms at some glitzy charity function or simply running everyday errands, you had to play your roles. Your job was to smile and wave, to be sweet, and never (ever) misbehave. Cap and Falcon were major sticklers about that last one. 

The boys were, and would always be, soldiers first. Yes, they loved you, but they were accustomed to living lives lead by duty and discipline. You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a little much sometimes, that having to constantly toe the line didn’t make you itch to rebel.

“Okay”, you concede, “but what if we broke the rules? I mean, just for a night?”

Mya stares you down, her face unreadable. “Like…you wanna tell the boys we’re going out to a club or something?” You roll your eyes and shove another bite of food into your mouth.

“Argh! Nooo, Mya. We don’t need to tell them anything. We are adults, girl!” Mya hums in agreement. “And did you or did you not just tell me earlier that Sam has been on you to sell this place?” Your friend nods, which meant you were winning…hopefully.

“Think about it. The moment you give up your apartment and move in with Sam, girls’ nights like this won’t even be on the table anymore.” Of course you would still hang out, but things just wouldn’t be the same.

“Alright, so just to be clear”, Mya interjects, “you want to forget all about tonight’s totally safe pajama party, that we both had to fight to have, and hit the club instead?” 

Well, yeah. 

She cuts you off when you open your mouth to speak the words out loud. “You say this fully knowing that, if the boys find out, they will lose their collective shit?”

Granted, you could typically count on Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson to remain calm and level-headed in the heat of a battle. But all bets were off when it came to the safety and security of the two of you. You were their girls. Call it overly protective, call it overly possessive. Whatever. However you wanted to phrase it, your men were who they were: two sexy halves of one whole menace. 

You bite your lip and shrug. “Yep, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Uh huh. And do you remember what happened the last time we got into trouble?” You did. Steve had spanked you for it, among other things. It wasn’t the first time, and while you had tried to be good since then, you knew it wouldn’t be the last. You were pretty sure that Mya had experienced something similar, but you two had never really traded details. 

However, in your mind it had been worth it, even if it meant having to sit on a pillow for the better part of a week. Instead of responding, you flash her a knowing smile and a wink. 

“Fine, fine…” Mya’s face breaks into a matching grin. “But I get to choose the place. And I don’t want to hear a motherfucking word from you when I’m dancing on top of the bar tonight.” She stands and motions for you to do the same. You giggle, already searching your phone for the perfect pregame playlist. 

You feel her grab your hand. “C’mon Thelma, let’s go raid my closet. If we’re gonna act up, we damn sure better look good!”             

—

The Night Before - 10:35pm

It’s opening night at Club Carnal, and the place is packed. You were initially surprised when Mya chose this particular spot when you pulled up, noting that the line was wrapped around the block. But your protests were squashed when she assured you that she knew a guy. ‘After all’, she’d said, if the two of you were going gonna be bad, ‘you deserved VIP status’. And your girl was never wrong. 

One quick phone call, and before you knew it, you were being escorted into the club via a private door. You allowed yourself a moment to take in the atmosphere. From the swirling colors and beautiful people, to the thumping bass and spacious bar - you no longer had any doubt that you’d made the right decision. After all, you knew from experience that this really wasn’t Steve’s scene. And you didn’t fault him for that. If you’d spent most of your life fighting aliens, terrorists, and the occasional Hydra baddie, you’d probably be a homebody too. 

Your red dress, courtesy of Mya’s wardrobe, is short, tight, and hella sexy. If the situation was different, you would’ve teased your boy with a picture or three. But you couldn’t and that sucked. Mya wasn’t looking too bad herself. She was currently rocking an all black ensemble that left very little to the imagination. 

The air in the club is hot, a little sticky, and just kinda damn near perfect. Mya hooks an arm around your waist and proceeds to drag you to the bar. Tonight you two were apparently drinking for free, thanks to some cool as shit chick named Sharon. “It’s time for shots, boo. We bout to get chocolate wasted!”  

You for sure wanted to get wasted. Preferably without the chocolate. You feel your phone buzz as you push your way to the bar. It’s a text from Steve. Lucky, lucky you. 

Stevie: Hey, sweetness…miss you. How’s girls’ night going? 

You: So fun, baby! We’re about to watch Crazy, Stupid, Love. Miss you too.

Stevie: Not more than I miss you. Tell the truth. You being a good girl for me?

You: Of course I am, Captain. ;) 

In an attempt to really sell it, you shoot him a quick picture of you and Mya smiling into the camera, dressed in your pajamas. You bite your lip, feeling slightly bad for lying. You glance at Mya as she slides what looks to be a lemon drop shot in front of you. She points at your phone and mouths: “is that Steve?” You nod and show her the brief conversation, which earns you a thumbs up. Placing your phone back in your purse, the two of you clink glasses and toss them back. It goes down so smoothly. You proceed to order another as your phone buzzes again.

Stevie: Well, don’t you two look cute. Hey. Tell Mya to text Sam back. You know how he gets.

Your eyes flash to Mya. 

You: Okay, I will. But Stevie, honestly, we’re fine. Now shoo!

You poke your friend in the arm, showing her your phone again. She rolls her eyes, making you giggle as she fishes out her own phone. A quick glance at her screen and the look on her face lets you know that she’s missed what had to be a number of texts from Sam.  

*Buzz*

Stevie: No, no can do. I’m always going to see about my best girl. Check on you later. 

You smile as the bartender passes you another shot. You and Mya were determined to make the best of your night, even if it killed you. Five more shots and several Amaretto Sours later, the two of you are ready to hit the dance floor. God, it had been so long. 

—

The Morning After - 10:17am

Eventually, you manage to gather enough strength to follow Mya into the living room. Your memories from last night are still hazy, but you had a feeling that what was in your phone would help bridge at least some of the gaps. Whether you wanted it to happen or not. 

When you find your phone you see it’s nearly dead. You make quick work of plugging it into the wall before reviewing your own messages. Initially, you recall the first few texts. But you see that the rest almost match Sam’s to a tee…except for the last couple. 

Stevie: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? (Received 2:31am)

Stevie: Y/N. Answer me. Don’t think I won’t shut this fucking city down! (Received 2:35am)

Stevie: Alright, have it your way. (Received 2:58am) 

What way? You grimace as you check your call log. Apparently there was a point during the night when you had spoken to Steve for…6 minutes and 37 seconds. At 3:42 in the morning. And then it hits you. That call had been brutal. And you hadn’t been alone for it either. 

—

Saturday Morning - 3:40am

“Argggh!” Mya screams into the empty street. You two had been waiting on your Uber for the better part of 20 minutes. “Sammy keeps fucking calling! Whaaddafuck does he want me to say?” She slurs in your general direction. 

Truthfully you didn’t know. Most of your concentration was currently dedicated to remaining in an acceptable upright position. Stevie had called you too and – ope! Here he was again!

This time you look at Mya, awkwardly motioning for her to come stand by you. “I’m gonna answer it. I’ma do it,” you tell her. Eyes wide, she frantically shakes her head “no”. But your mind is made up. Mya, the good friend she is, drunkenly tries to snatch the phone from your hand, but it’s too late. One of your wayward fingers inadvertently swipes the “accept” button. Here we go! 

“Ahem, hello?” You breathe into the phone, silently willingly yourself to sound sober.

Steve’s voice comes in loud on the other line. “Y/N? Damn it, I’ve been calling you all night!” Boy, he sure sounds irritated. “Hello, Steven. How may I be of assistance to you today?” Nailed it! You try not to laugh.  

Steve grunts as someone, Sam you assume, grabs the phone. “Y/N, it’s Sam. Is Mya with you?” The girl in question again shakes her head “no”. Which makes no sense to you.

“Of course she is, Big Bird. Where the hell else would she be?” Mya snorts beside you. 

“The hell did your girl just call me?” An indignant sounding Sam erupts over the other line. There’s more jostling and then Steve is back. “Where are you two? I’m not happy, sweetheart, so don’t make me ask again.” 

“Then don’t fucking ask!” Mya hiccups into the receiver. 

“Are you two…drunk?” Steve fires back. 

“Hell yeah, we are!” The two of you hi-five. The voices on the other line sound briefly muffled, but your drunken ears can almost swear you hear the words “told you we shoulda put a tracker on them”. A tracker? What the what?  You can tell Mya heard it too, and she is clearly just as confused as you are. And then it clicks. 

“Steve, you had better not ever–” You sputter.

“Sammy, if you even…I swear…Redwing…I’ll break him!” Mya is leaning on you now. It’s kinda hard to sound sober and hold up another human being at the same time. But good on her for threatening Sam’s little pet. You were pretty sure you could get Bucky to help with that. Knowing him, he’d probably be all for it.

“You even think about touching Redwing and I’ll make sure you regret it, baby girl!” 

Mya rolls her eyes so hard you’re honestly surprised they don’t get lost in the back of her head. “I’ve heard that threat before, Samuel. You and your boy Captain McKringleberry over there need to simmer down already.” Now it was your turn to laugh as you hear Steve mutter: “Sam…what the fuck is a McKringleberry?”

“Watch it, Mya.” Sam snaps. You both giggle, unable to help yourselves.You flick Mya in the shoulder. Pull it together!

“Whatever”, you mumble into the phone as your uber finally arrives. “We’re still VIP’s, and we’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

“Goddamnit you two, it *is* tomorrow! We’ve been looking for all night!” You and Mya find yourselves looking up and around at the sky like idiots. You weren’t a scientist, but you were pretty sure that it was definitely still nighttime. “Umm, guys, it’s still very dark out so…”

“Okay, Mya, Y/N,”, an exasperated Sam chimes in. You can tell by his tone that he’s struggling for patience. The nerve of that man! “You know it’s nearly four in the morning right now.” 

Errmm…what?

“Whatever”, Mya huffs, clearly over the conversation. She grabs the phone from you again before you can stop her. Not that you tried all that hard. “Well if that’s the case, then let me be the first to wish you a big old cock-a-doodle-do! Now goodbye.”

Woah. Who knew your best friend was such a brave little toaster? Cue serious drunken admiration.  

She hits “End Call”. Your phone buzzes again. And then so does Mya’s. What the fuck? Time to ignore. You both haphazardly climb into the uber. God, you both really needed to go to bed. You’d deal with the boys tomorrow. Or in a few hours. Whichever came first. 

—

The Morning After - 10:45am

The two of you pause your animated discussion on how to proceed next when you hear a lock click and the door open. Aww shit. 

It was too soon. You didn’t have a plan, an excuse, or a story. You weren’t quite used to being caught without…well, something in place. Shit, you were gonna throw up again. But before you can, you decide it’s time to designate a sacrificial lamb. Offering up a silent prayer for forgiveness, you push Mya out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

You flinch when you hear her eek out a tentative “hey guys!”, which is met with silence. Oh, great. “Where’s Y/N?” You hear Steve ask. His voice sounds calm and level, but you know he is anything but. 

“Umm…she’s in the kitchen. Come on out, girl!” You resist the urge to hiss in her direction before summoning the courage to poke your head around the corner.

“Ah, hey boys, we were just about to start breakfast.” Two sets of unblinking eyes focus on you. “Do you…maybe want some?”

“No.” Both men growl. Did they time that? 

“If you know what’s good for you, Y/N, you’ll come out and pack your bag right now.” The beauty of it is, sober you does know what’s good for you. Which is why you’re currently hiding in your best friend’s kitchen. “If I have to come and get you, I’m gonna make sure you feel it.” You gulp at that.

“Okay, but Stevie…baby…you sure you don’t want, like, an English muffin or something?” You try your best to appear as sweet, and innocent, and also as hungover as possible. “How about you, Sam?”

Sam blinks. Steve starts to move towards you. Crap! You quickly note that your friend is too busy packing up her own things to be of any real aid at the moment. You scuttle out of the kitchen to grab your stuff before your boyfriend grabs you. 

“Oh, it’s Sam now?” Sam grumbles at you. “Coulda’ sworn my name was Big Bird.” You wince. Not sure how to recover from your previous drunken misstep. 

“Umm, well, I would like to take this moment to apologize, and also point out that the actual Big Bird is a well-revered and highly respected member of Sesame Street.” 

“Uh huh.” Sam growls, clearly not convinced. So, like an idiot, you keep going.

“And for you to be associated with him is kinda like a compliment so…” 

Sam rolls his eyes. Steve snarls. Solid oops. Oh well. 

“Save it, Y/N. Get your bag and let’s go. You’re in deep enough as it is.” 

Mya chokes back a laugh. You shoot her a glare. Steve issues a hard slap to your ass, making you yelp. 

God, you really were way too hungover for this shit.

END 

[awesomerextyphoon]

Charred Briar Roses - 3

Curse’s Broken, Now What?

Summary: The title speaks for itself. 

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 4,136

Warnings: Implied Smut and Some Violence

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated. Also, the princesses would be a US size 14/15. I totally forgot to mention that earlier. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

Back to Masterlist

Instead of spending 600 years in total darkness, you communicated with your sisters in a pretty well constructed dream version of the palace. You thought of new inventions and fighting moves, reconciled with Ghada about your fight the day of the curse, and kept analyzing what happened in the north west tower.

If felt like you were in the dream world for about a month.

You were talking with your sisters about trivial childhood memories when all of you felt arms around your bodies. Your surroundings started to fade and so did your sisters.

You felt chapped yet soft lips kiss your neck and lips. It was surprisingly nice, like a dream.

You opened your eyes and realized three things: Someone was actually kissing you, you weren’t in the tower, and the person kissing you wasn’t the prince that your mother had all but assured you but an admittedly hot (albeit ruggedly, your core notes) orc-human hybrid.

You and your sisters screamed.

You immediately try to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. That scared you because both you and your sisters could bench about five tons thanks to Doireann, the war fairy who blessed and trained you in combat since the age of three.

You punched him with a right jab once he broke for air. Couldn’t even get him off the bed.

He chuckled and rubbed his strong jaw and said what seemed to be a compliment in Orcish as you nursed your knuckles.

“I said that you’re quite feisty for a human princess.” He repeated in Common Tongue.

You saw that your sisters had similar reactions to their kissers. Fumnanya even threw a shoe at the one that would be later called Sam. The others got a laugh out of it.

After everyone settled down, we shared our names while you were trying not jump Bucky, the warrior who kissed you.

“So, I was wondering, do you know what year it is?” Fumnanya inquired in a mousy tone that she uses with strangers.

Steve was it, yeah Steve rubbed the back of his head, “How to put this. You’ve been asleep for 600 years. Just about everyone thinks you’re a myth. Hell, we wouldn’t have believed it if we weren’t right in front of you.”

He then provided updates on what happed after your birthdays, but you were only half listening. Your dumb fight with Ghada and your damn curiosity cost you and your sisters your friends, family, and life.

You wanted to cry, but Ghada motioned you to join her and Fumnanya in a huddle. You spoke in Nephrashim as to not alert the warriors.

The three of you knew that Sophronius was up to no good and it was odd that he was still alive since the average lifespan was 300 years due to the Nephrashim Crystal.

“We need to convince them to take us outside of the city since I’m guessing the spell Etna put on us to keep Y/N from skipping class is still in place.”

You rolled your eyes at Ghada snide comment.

“We take what need in whatever storage device Y/N has in her ‘secret workshop’!” Fumnanya chimed in.

“Hey-“

“We all knew where it is, sis. You’re not fooling anyone.” Ghada deadpanned while you huffed in frustration.

With that, the three of you rejoined the group and offered to show them around after you changed your clothes.

–––––––––––––––––––––

The warrior trio was waiting outside the room for 20 minutes when you and sisters finally emerged from behind the doors. The three of you wore much more comfortable clothing than the extravagant kaftans you wore in your sleep. The clothes also showcased more of your curves and sleek muscles they noted.

“What would you like to do first?” You asked. No sooner had you finished the question that the warrior trio’s stomachs growled like a lion’s roar.

Ghada giggled and together, you led the trio to the main banquet hall.

You and your sisters had a hunch that the food from your 18th birthday celebration was still good. Your hunch was right.

–––––––––––––––––––––––––

The hall was filled with food for 900 people. The tables were packed with: huge slabs of Gararagator Steak, roast beef and pork, fried chicken, smoked turkey, grilled and baked fish in sweet brown sauces, curries, pastas, thick stews, enticing side dishes, rich pastries/desserts, and caskets of mead and wine.

The warriors were drooling at the sight and aromas of the feast. So, when Ghada casually said to dig in, they devoured ALL of the food in record time.

You and your sisters managed to get some of the food before it was gone. None of you would admit it, but the three of you were turned on by the ferocity at which they ate and drank.

Once they finished the food and drink, the warrior trio leaned back in their chairs and sighed while they rubbed and patted their bellies followed by a couple of loud, brassy burps and belches.

Fumnanya asked them some trivial questions about life since the curse was activated which they answered in kind, but they got tense when she asked about their mothers.

Ghada, ever the politician, quickly changed the subject by asking if they would like a bath and one of the guest rooms to sleep in for the night.

Bucky was about to respond when you suddenly challenged him to a duel.

A couple of things happened: Fumnanya put her head in her hands, Ghada groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, Sam and Steve burst into laughter, and Bucky accepted with a chuckle.

You led the group to the sparring grounds on the western end of the palace grounds.

Ghada set the ground rules: each combatant may choose a weapon from the low-level, non-lethal weapons closet and the fight could last no longer than 30 minutes.

You both chose Bo Staffs and bowed to start the spar. It took a few minutes of sizing each other up before making the first move. The duel consisted a flurry of punches, kicks, precision strikes with your Bo Staffs, and near hits/misses.

It ended when Bucky spotted a weakness in your left mid-section and landed a hit right above left hip causing you to fall. He then pinned you down before you could grab your weapon with his face two inches above yours.

The two of you were so engrossed in your own little world that Steve had to clear his throat a few times to get your attention.

–––––––––––––––––––

Sensing the, ahem, tension in the area, Ghada suggested that you all finally head over to the baths.

Except for you and Bucky, you took him to your ‘secret workshop’. Something about the way he examined some of the weapons fascinated you and you wanted to explore that.

Bucky was quite dazzled by your variety of inventions like your solar battery, your new hover bike engine, and your 5th attempt at your waning swan (a cross between a scythe and a machine gun). He was examining a pair of your laser blasting gauntlets when you asked if he’d seen some of them before.

“Is there something you like?” you asked while he picked up an old prototype for a flash grenade.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just that I’ve never seen so many inventions in one place before. When I was an orcling, there was these traveling ‘magician’ who performed feats of wonder for the kids in the village near our settlement. In reality, he was a con artist, but we didn’t care. He would always make our lives seem a little bit brighter. One day, the three of us went behind his tent and found all these contraptions in boxes or on the ground. Tuns out, they were relics of the long gone Nephrashim people. Well, maybe not so long gone now.”

He chuckled to himself again almost bitterly. “I was always entranced by what he would show us and, when he finally fessed up to using relics instead of magic, the contraptions he would use to perform such acts. Sometimes I would wonder what it would’ve been like to live a different life; one where I could’ve been a tinkerer instead of a warrior. Don’t get me wrong, I like being one. It’s just that-”

“You wished you had more options.” You finished noticing how delicately he was holding one of your mithril tools. He held it in a deftness that most of the artisans you’ve met couldn’t match.

His confession of sorts gave you pause.

You always hated how almost everyone gave your sisters praise for their interests and demeanor while you were usually belittled when your parents and Fae tutors weren’t around. They always complained about you not being as sociable as Ghada or as ‘sweet’ (quiet, but not really) as Fumnanya. You were always seen as causing trouble, but you just saw the world differently.

Some days you actually hated being a princess and wished you had a different lot in life.

Maybe this warrior understood you.

Taking another look at him, you realize that underneath this ruggedly delicious beef cake was someone who might’ve been something else altogether. Sure, he seemed proud of his accomplishments when you both were in the dining hall, but part of you wondered what could’ve been his path if he had someone who would’ve taken the time and maybe given him an apprenticeship or something.

You bit your lower lip as you mustered up the strength to ask, “I was wondering, I think I have something I was working on before the curse was cast. Would you like to help with it? I mean, you don’t have to-”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you spent the next two hours working on a few prototypes. Bucky asked you questions about engineering and mechanics especially and you were more than happy to answer. It was nice to have someone outside your sisters, parents, and Fae tutors actually give a crap about what you liked. Neither you nor Bucky realized the distance shrinking in between the two of you until all you could think about was how inviting his lips and neck looked.

Unfortunately, your slowly intimate moment was dashed when Ghada interrupted them via communication mirror telling them to take a bath and go to bed already.

With an annoyed tsk, you took off your work apron, your goggles, and your gloves and motioned Bucky to do the same.

You led him to the baths, a wide yet indoor place with vast pools, man-made hot springs, and an indoor waterfall.

Looking at Bucky your feelings of embarrassment and shame arose once again. Did your ancestors really had to be this obnoxious in flaunting their wealth?

You offered to assist Bucky in washing his hair, but really you wanted to run your hands over his exposed skin.

With his nod of acceptance, you took him to changing rooms and you changed into a Soft Wrap Halter Bikini Top and Rene Fold Bikini Bottom in pale gold, the one that caused a prominent lord to walk into a compost cart due to how well it showcased your curves. Hopefully, it would work on Bucky.

You felt bad using your looks to get Bucky to make a move, but you were so sure that it would be a disaster if you moved first.

The slight shame you felt with your bathing suit quickly faded when you saw Bucky emerge from his changing room.

You cursed yourself because he was only in a loincloth, and DAMN he looked fine! Part of his long hair was pulled back in a high man bun, his shin was a beautiful smooth muted yellow-green with aqua undertones, he was powerfully built with massive shoulders (you thought the lightweight armor did most of the heavy lifting), chiseled pecs, abs, and thighs that you could’ve sworn the finest of Fae craftsmen had a hand in creating all wrapped in someone that actually engaged you both intellectually and emotionally.

You know your mother said that you and your sisters would most likely married princes, but you were glad that she wasn’t here to see you shamelessly lust over an orc. You still missed her, but both she and half of your tutors would have a conniption if they saw what you were doing right now.

It would seem that Bucky was sizing you up as well judging by the way his eyes were beginning to blow out with lust.

He must have pushed his naughty thoughts aside. “Are you still gonna wash my hair?” he queried with a smirk that showed off his tusks. They would’ve been intimidating, but now they look endearing and sexy.

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle and told him to wait right there while you went to the closet where the servants kept the washing items and got him silver spruce, lemongrass, rosemary, and orange scented shampoos and oils.

You returned to find Bucky trying and failing to put a towel tower that one of maids used to construct. Stifling a laugh, you took his hand and guided him to one of the hot springs.

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Bucky groaned upon sinking into the refreshing warm spring, glad to not have to was in a stream or river for a change (the tubs back home were nice, but they’re nothing compared to this). The water eased his tense muscles and joints in all the right places. Plus it didn’t hurt that the spring was deep enough for him to completely submerge himself which, at 8’ 3”, is no easy feat.

The engineering princess was getting ready to wash his hair like she offered and Bucky couldn’t wait. She had to know what she was doing to him. Lesser men would’ve jumped her on sight, but not him. His stepmother and sisters made sure of that.

She poured some of the argan and peppermint shampoos into a bowl and grabbed a towel to rest her shins.

“Lay your head on top of this bowl while I wash your head. Okay?”

Bucky did as directed and she started to work her magic on him. She started slow,  working front to back, appreciating the way she gently massaged his scalp. At times he would let out low groans of pleasure at her ministrations, craving more from her.

Once she was done with the shampoo, she carefully lifted his head, emptied and refilled the water basin, and steadily poured the warm water over his head while trying not to get water up his nose.

Bucky turned around to see her beaming at her work. He smiled coyly at her pride, “Aren’t you coming?”, while motioning his right hand in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

She shook her head while biting her lower lip, probably not wanting to hair wet or some other prissy princess thing that was engrained into her.

Bucky decided to help ‘break’ her of that mindset by quickly grabbing her arm and gently tossed her into the spring in front of him. She jumped out of the water with a gasp and playfully punched his left shoulder.

“What was that for?!”

“You were too prideful and uptight!” Bucky chortled while she looked away failing to hide her embarrassment. He stopped laughing when he saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

He then reached out and softly lifted her head with his fore and middle fingers. She looked a bit anxious when he closed the distance between them.

��May I?” he pleaded, desperate for her to say yes.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all Bucky needed to hear.

He started slow as to make up for this afternoon, but he almost lost it when she grasped his hair and licked his canines/tusks. He growled as her petite tongue entered his near monstrous mouth, her light moans and whimpers goading something that Bucky thought he would never feel: love, lust, and passion.

Ever since he and his best friends achieved their goal, Bucky felt like he was missing something. None of the women in their community really excited him or really engaged him beyond his physical needs. Sure, there were plenty orc, human, and even elf females who would warm his bed, but none of them cared to stay and listen…except for you, the woman who was now struggling to take off her bikini top after talking machines and engineering with him without getting annoyed by his antics.

You were so eager — and so was he — but he didn’t want to have sex and then have you disappear on him like the others, not when he was finally making a connection. No, he would make this last a little longer, even if this meant disappointing you.

“We should go sleep.” He mumbled as his hand halted your efforts.

——————

With a heavy sigh, you relented, got dressed, and waited for him to get his things. Your eyes were downcast as you escorted him to the chambers he would be sharing with his kin.

Bucky tried to give you a goodnight kiss, but you rebuffed him with a curt “good night” and returned to you and your sister’s shared room.

You were greeted to Fumnanya gushing about Sam and his interest in the library. Part of you was happy for her. Fumnanya rarely got out of her shell and getting with a guy that was even remotely interested in books as much as she was exceedingly rare.

You wanted to say that you were excited for her, you really did, but you were still a little sullen and bitter about what happed with Bucky at the baths.

“So, you and Bucky sure took your time.” Ghada remarked as you were putting on your night clothes (a short tunic and mid-calf pants).

“You’re one to talk! Sam and I caught you and Steve making out in the changing rooms at the baths!” Fumnanya snapped. Great, even Ghada was getting more in the romance department than you were.

You gave Fumnanya a grateful smile while you settled into bed hoping that tomorrow would bring better fortunes.

——————-

You awoke with a slight start and a knock at the door. Grabbing your robe, you raced towards the door thinking it was Bucky only to find a letter floating in a glowing rosy pink sphere. As soon as you reached out to touch the sphere, it disappeared leaving the letter to slowly descend into your hands.

By this time, your sisters joined you in reading the letter. It was written by one of your favorite tutors, Aoife.

It read:

Dearest children,

If you are reading this, then this means that I am either dead or completely unable to reach you. I hope you weren’t asleep for too long, but something tells me you have. For that, I am sorry.

I wish I could be there to hug you and your matches, but I’m guessing you know of your uncle by now. He has been after you for years now. My wards were successful in keeping him at bay, but now, I’m afraid you’re on your own.

The mist surrounding the capital will fade in three days time. By then, you will need to go into hiding in order to not fall into Sophronius’ clutches.

Have faith, be brave, trust in yourselves, and be kind my dears. Also, trust in your matches, okay?

Warm Regards,

Aoife

Aoife was one of the few people who actually liked all three of you the way you were. Finding out that she could be dead was the straw that broke the camel’s back for the three of you.

When the orc hybrid trio found you, you were huddled on Ghada’s bed with the letter on the floor in front of you.

Steve gently coaxed the three of you out of your beds with the suggestion of showing them around the capital. It didn’t get you or your sisters completely happy, but it was a start.

The tour consisted of you and Ghada butting heads over where to take the guys (the theatre district is NOT better than the artisan market), Fumnanya pointing out prominent buildings and statues.

You could’ve sworn that the guys sneered at one of the monuments to one of your ancestors, but you let it slide.

But then, Bucky made an offhand comment about what was must have went into making this place and the sacrifices that was probably made.

You have thought about what must’ve went into making the capital, but never in a negative light. No one in the capital or in the surrounding cities, towns or villages were poor on dire straits. You made sure to get the truth through your little excursions out of the palace before Etna cast that infernal spell on you.

The thought was pushed aside when you and your sisters returned to your room that night. You needed to think of a plan and quickly because Aoife’s spell was going to fade in two days and Sophronius was hot on your tails.

“Perhaps the guys would let us stay with their community for a while.” Ghada put forth as you were getting ready for bed.

“That’s a possibility, but what do we have to offer? I doubt that a semi-nomadic community of mostly orcs would take on three enhanced human princesses for free” Ghada countered as she put on her nightgown.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed. “We have tons to offer! Look, Fumnanya is a great medic, you’re awesome diplomat and negotiator, and I’m good with machinery. Plus we can cook and take care of ourselves, so I doubt we would be a huge burden.”

“Also, we can give them some of the treasure that’s laying around the palace for them to use.” Fumnanya chirped.

“Exactly. We’ve got this!” You declared not realizing that the guys were having a similar conversation.

——————

“So, what should we do about the girls? I mean, they’re great and all, but can we bring them back with us?” Sam inquired as stripped down to his loincloth.

“I don’t see why not. They’ve actually got skills the group could use, unlike a lot of the females that first become part of our tribe.” Steve stated as he gnawed on the turkey leg from dinner.

“Maybe we could bring the tribe here! The city is completely deserted except for the girls and they certainly won’t mind us living here.” Sam offered.

“I don’t think that would be the wisest course of action. Like the girls said, the spell that keeps the mist in place will fade in two days. It won’t be long before Sophronius’ horde will crawling all over the place.” Bucky voiced thinking about last night’s interaction.

“Alright, we’ll see what the girls think tomorrow and go from there.” Steve concluded and the three went to sleep.

———————

Both parties began packing for their journey the next day once the guys agreed to take the three of you back with them.

You gave everyone three travel sized storage units. Ghada packed all of her notes on trade, language books, and art supplies. Fumnanya packed all of the medical supplies she could fit into her storage unit, her language, history, science, and geography books. You packed most of your tools, a couple of your inventions (including waning swan), and any materials you might need.

All three of you made sure to pack clothes, cooking supplies (especially spices since the guys were surprised at the variety), personal hygiene supplies, and some of the treasure/objects that would most likely fetch a good price without leading anyone back to them.

The time to leave came soon enough.

“You three ready?” Sam asked as you were making the final adjustments to your traveling clothes.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Fumnanya replied as she gave Sam a hug. It surprised you how quickly she warmed up to him.

“Perhaps you should give Bucky another chance.” Ghada advised.

Maybe, but not now.

You made your way to the courtyard taking in everything. The dire wolves nuzzled your cheeks as you made your way to mount them.

Steve gave both Sam and Bucky a nod and you began your journey out of the only home you three knew.

Perhaps this new chapter will be a good one.

—————

If you had looked up at the third tree closest to the thorn bushes, you would’ve seen a solitary raven, a raven with four red eyes. The raven was a scout for Sophronius and it was recording you.

Video of your departure was being transmitted to a crystal ball in the throne room of Sophronius’ main headquarters.

“It seems the bitch Aoife was able to keep them young after all.” Sophronius remarked, taking in the princesses’ features.

“Alert the princes. We have work to do.”

Taglist:

@giorno-plays-piano​ @lookiamtrying​ @saiyanprincessswanie​ @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​ @zoiecakes​ @mcudarklibrary​ @letsby @macheregrace​ @imdarkinme​ @retroxvailles​ @marvelfansworld​ @anyatheladyclown​ @stargazingfangirl18​ @hurricanerin​ @pseudonymphet​ @dahkness​ @buckysbunny​ @rosalynshields​ @opheliadawnwalker3​ @sapphirescrolls​ @golden-ariess​ @cherienymphe​

[carolmaximoffs]

THE GOOD DOCTOR ➯MASTERLIST

THEA TRIPLETT HAS SPENT HER ENTIRE LIFE HIDING HER ABILITIES. She is careful to only use them in the most dire situations, and then still only with good intentions. With a considerable amount of pestering, Tony Stark manages to drag her out of the shadows. Her world is flipped the moment she steps into the Avengers compound. 

Prologue

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Sam Wilson Masterlist

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || 

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). Banners by: @firefly-graphics Header by: @natashowlet KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

RETRIBUTION MC MASTERLIST || biker!Sam

Surprise Party ⁂ ➴ You and Sam throw Bucky a birthday party I hate myself for loving you ⁂⨮ ➴ Being Captain America gets in the way of the life you planned Plenilune ⁂ ➴ You enjoy a rare quiet night in with Sam. No distractions from the outside world. Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. Told You So ꕥ ➴ You take care of Sam when he gets sick. Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear.

Broken Wings - Sam Wilson x woc!OFC - ongoing ➴ Ada, Sam and Riley served together and loved together until Riley's death tears them apart

[calif0rnia-lovers]

'writing is hard af & honestly, you're killing it' shoutouts

providing feedback & helping circulate stories is super important. so I put together another group of stories i’ve read recently that left me thinking ‘chef’s kiss. pure perfection.’ it's been a few months since I've done this. check 'em out for your weekend reading. tried to grab some for different characters so there's 19 stories total

including the key I use for my masterlist (bc I know smut isn't the vibe for some)

key: 💦 = NSFW 💙 = Fluff 💔 = Angst 🔥= No Smut, Just Great ST

marvel:

1 a hand to hold | @heyiamthatbitch 💙

pairing: sam wilson x reader

2 a job well done | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

3 catching Peter Parker’s interest |@supremethunda 💙

pairing: peter parker x black!reader

4 eternal flame (prologue) | @xuberanthartt

pairing: steve rogers x black!oc

5 erase every trace | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

6 opening up | @pointbreak-odinson 💦

pairing: frank castle x black!reader

7 puffballs | @canumoveurseatup-no 💙

pairing: bucky barnes x black!stark!reader

8 the fourth horseman | @smallestchances 💦

pairing: thor x reader

9 time | @pointbreak-odinson

pairing: sam wilson x reader

10 training day | @piratesfromspace 🔥

pairing: frank castle x reader

11 with great responsibility comes |@basicjetsetter 💔

pairing: peter parker x black!fem!reader

mayans mc

12 are we on a date right now? | @brattyfics 💙

pairing: miguel galindo x black!reader

13 budding romance (part I) | @superhoeva 💙

pairing: angel reyes x florist!woc!reader

14 bullseye | @angelreyesgirl 💙

pairing: angel reyes x reader

15 day dreams | @appropriate-writers-name 💙

pairing: ez reyes x ofc (eliza quintana)

16 ice cream & ferris wheels | @imagineredwood 💙

pairing: creeper vargas x reader

17 little bunny | @thisiswhatshefelt 💦

pairing: ez reyes x black!reader

18 tiktok prank | @jeonsblackgf-writes

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader

henry cavill:

19 the road to paloma | @thetaoofzoe 💙💦

pairing: captain syverson (sandcastle) x you

[burberrybaby]

update: 1.3k words later and i don’t think i can stay awake, i even got caffeine... i’m gonna go to bed, the chapter should be up by midnight tomorrow!!

kinda sorta spoilers below the cut:

so it’s gonna be a slow burn relationship, but only a little bit bc i’m just as impatient as you guys are.

also a little enemies to lovers kinda thing, mentor and mentee.

loki finally being accepted and loved (slowly but surely) with help

love triangle? i’m thinking about adding it, the third person would be sam wilson.

IM WRITING THE CHAPTER RN

WE LOVE GETTING INSPO AT MIDNIGHT

[blackirisposts]

BlackIrisPosts Mobile Master List

-- Updated: 03, October 2018 --

Bucky Barnes -

Rattled Keys and An Unexpected Guest  - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Not So Secret Common Room Conversations -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Showing Support Through Paraphernalia:  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Part 1: Team Building Exercise of Sorts

Part 2 - Early Breakfast  

Part 3 - It Started with Key Chains

Of Needle Work and Lingering Notes: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Singing in the “Rain” 

Of Needle Work

Chipped Paint and Old Brick Walls -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Loud and Angry -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Articulation, Detailed Facts, Wit Even. -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Not Who We’re Looking For:  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers x OC 

Part 1

Part 2

But I Thought Steve Had it -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Previously Unknown Feelings -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Jazz and Cigarettes - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Anger in the Training Room - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Laundry - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

I Can’t Give You Anything But Love, Baby -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Fire Alarms - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Libraries Master List - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue 

As Professional As They Come - Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Needing to Sooth the Nightmares - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Slow As Winter - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier x Darcy Lewis  Such a Sweet Sound - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

When Duty Calls - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

An Impromptu Threesome - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Thor 

‘Torture’ or ‘Specialized Fun’ - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Girls’s Night - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanov, Darcy Lewis OMC 

Best Spot in the Universe - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Can’t Break What’s Already Broken - Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Don’t Make Me Choose - Bucky Barnes x Reader, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov

A Beautiful Friendship - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just Out for a Ride - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Returning Home - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers  x Darcy Lewis 

They Are. Aren’t They? - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

Best of Three - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanov x MtF Trans Reader 

The Babe with the Coffee - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Untitled - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis - Coming Soon...

Not as Traditional as Comfort Food - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Coming soon...

Steve Rogers - 

Field Work -Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

No, No They Can’t Take That Away From Me - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

Insomnia Happenstance - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

Shards of Hope - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

Like Shattered Glass

Reforging the Fragments

It’s a Little Cliché, but it is Valentine’s Day - Steve Rogers x Reader 

From the Labs -Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

The After Party - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

Best Couple - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis  Love at First Touch - Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader 

Such a Sweet Sound - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes 

Classic Like Vanilla - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

Acceptance of the Dark - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

Don’t Tell Him - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

Ladies of the Night - Steve Rogers x Clint Barton 

Whispered Tales - Steve Rogers x Telepathic!Reader 

Returning Home - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Leave it to Bucky - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

What We’re Here For - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

As Mad As A Cow - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

The Truth is in the Dare - Steve Rogers x Reader 

More than a Helping Hand - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

What Waits in the Garden - Steve Rogers x Faerie!Reader

Sleep it Off - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

Sweet Child O’Mine - Steve Rogers x Reader - coming soon...

Loki Laufeyson - 

Praying to the god of mischief Master List - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Toaster Drunk -  Loki Laufeyson x Reader -  

Moments with Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Of Milk and Honey

Summer Duet

If You Can’t go to the Salon, Bring the Salon to You. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Teensy Tiny Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

All that Glitters is… Green - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Some People Just Want it All - Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Loki Laufeyson x Reader x ??? 

By The Book - Loki Laufeyson x Reader   British Breakfast Tea - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Back Alley Looser - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Caught Between Justice and Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Long Week for Everyone - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

A Quick Reconnaissance and Retrieval Thing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

‘Legend Says’ or ‘Supper for Two’ - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

What Happens at Tony’s Parties.. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

First of Many - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Teary Tired Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Girl and the Dreki - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Dream Bakery - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Double the Trouble - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Breaking Free - Loki Laufeyson x Yen (OFCoC) 

Wind Baths - Loki x Reader 

Illusions of the God of Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Festival Finds - Loki x WoC!Reader

Tenacious Tremendous Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

On A Tuesday Afternoon - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Fireside... Chats - Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Loki Laufeyson x Others

When the Set Up Finally Pays Off - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Your Crystal Ball Ain’t so Crystal Clear - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Liquid Courage - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

A Twist of Magic - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Only Just, My Love - Loki Laufeyson x OFC

Waking Dreams - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Tony Stark - 

And the Living Is Easy - Tony Stark x Reader 

Love at First Touch - Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

The Tower Rooftop - Tony Stark x Bruce Banner

Jefferson | Mad Hatter - 

His Queen of Hearts - Jefferson x Reader 

Quelling a Mad Storm - Jefferson x Reader

Owning Wonderland Master List 

The Tea Ceremony - Jefferson x Reader 

The Meeting - Jefferson x Reader

The Dance Hall - Jefferson x Reader 

Clint Barton -

Secret Sips - Clint Barton x ???

Don’t Make Me Choose - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just a Family Man - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov

The Sweetest Reward - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov 

Chase Collins -

Additional Help with the Children - Chase Collins x Reader 

Secret to Fascinate - Chase Collins x Reader 

Valkyrie (Brunhilde) -

Test Flight - Valkyrie x Reader

You Know I Couldn’t - Brunhilde x Sam Wilson (Valkyrie x The Falcon)

Logan - 

The Calm to His Storm - Logan x Darcy Lewis

Writing Challenges - 

Fucking February - Master List - Prompt List - Complete!!!

200 Follower Celebration Thang - Master List - Complete!!!

Marvel Fluff Bingo - On going...

Steve Rogers 100th Birthday Celebration Week - Complete!

500 Follower Garden Party Extravaganza! - On going...

AO3 - BlackIris

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“Worth Fighting For” Part 1

Summary: Nevaeh Mackenzie and Steven Malik Barnes meant the world to James Buchanan Barnes. Admonishing your 4 year old and wife before a mission is totally insane. Destroying Hydra took precedence over his family. Now, he’ll have to pay the piper!

Characters: Daddy! Bucky Barnes x WoC Nevaeh Mackenzie Barnes (nickname Kenzie)

OFC: Steven Malik Barnes, Steve Rogers Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Iliyah Karpov

Word Count: 904

Warning: Strong Language (flangst)

A/N: This is part one of my submission to @caplansteverogers Angst Challenge. My prompt: “Don’t  you think you can fall back in love with me?” Mobster! Queen, once the juices started flowing, I couldn’t turn them off at one part! The prompt is in Part 2. Not sure how to send you the link.

Flashback in italics.

NAVAEH’S  POV

My heart constricted; legs became liquid. 6 ½ years of ups, downs, sunshine, and tornadoes. In spite of everything, our love was constant; unshakeable. Funny how things change in the blink of an eye.

The brightest star in our lives right now; 4 year old Steven Malik Barnes, whose sparkling cerulean eyes, thick dark brown curly hair, and an ice melting smile, provided an abundance of sun rays. James and I chose Steven from his childhood friend, and my brother, Malik, who was killed by a drunk driver 2 years ago.

How did we get here? James and I in an empty courtroom, listening to our attorneys hammer out the particulars for an amicable legal separation. There’s tremendous tension in the air. I feel his eyes reaching my soul.

Am I in love with someone else? Hell no. I can say with certainty, I’ll NEVER love another man the way I love James Buchanan Barnes.

*******************************************

During a mission briefing, Steve laid out plans for infiltrating a secluded Hydra base in Hamburg. Familiar with Bucky’s past, Steve suggested he sit this one out.“Pal, don’cha think it’s best to sit this out? Could bring up old-”

Snapping at his friend, “DAMMIT, I’M SICK AND FUCKIN’ TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE A BABY!!!!” Slamming his fist on the table, Bucky kicked his chair into the wall, stalking back to his apartment. Sam, Tony, and Nat stared at each other. Sam pointed in the direction of Bucky.

“What the fuck was that?”

Wanda cautioned, “Barnes smelled of mead.”

Steve sent Nevaeh a text, warning her of Bucky’s mood. “Kenzie, beware. Something’s wrong with Buck. He’s been drinking.”

The force behind opening the door caused the handle to pound into the wall.

Treading lightly, “Hi babe. Are you okay?”

Fishing keys out, James  unlocked the secret panel in our closet, grabbing a ‘go’ bag. HIs blue eyes were dark and empty.

Sitting on the edge of our king size bed staring, he snapped, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” Nevaeh didn’t know how to respond. Pain coursed through her veins.STRIKE ONE!

“First of all, don’t you ever raise your voice at me. Have you been drinking?”

“Maybe. What’s it to ya?”

Hearing loud voices, Malik peeped around the corner. “Momma, are you okay?”

Choking back tears, Neveah nodded ‘yes.”

“Daddy, are you mad at momma?” James projected his anger onto their  son.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!”

STRIKE TWO!

Terrified, Malik sprinted to his room, slamming the door crying. That was the last straw!

Springing from the bed, standing in front of this 6’2” behemoth, “YOU BASTARD. WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU? WHY DID YOU YELL AT MALIK? YOU’VE BEEN DRINKING. PLEASE DON’T GO THIS MISSION!!!”

Shoving me to the side, James grabbed his bags. His last words were “FUCK YOU!”

STRIKE THREE

Coaxing Malik from the corner, Naveah clutched him to her chest. Time to leave!

**************************************************

BUCKY’S POV

Kenzie and Malik are my world and I’ve managed to break every vow in the book. Not only did I scream at my wife, I hurt my son, deeply. Stevie was right. I should’ve stayed home. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

HIgh time those Hydra assholes are gone for good. M’going undercover with Nat. No communication with the outside for two weeks. Wish I could talk to Kenzie. Her voice always soothes me. Get your head outta your ass Barnes. Concentrate on the mission!

Decked out in a long blue cocktail dress, Nat sipped on a dirty martini, surveilling Iliyah Karpov, demon spawn of Vasily Karpov aka my old handler.

Before leaving my hotel room, I swigged a shot of mead, courtesy of Thor. Now, granted my drunken state didn’t excuse what happened next. Must’ve hallucinated ‘cuz Romanoff had Kenzie’s face. So, I kissed her on the neck.

Here’s the short version; broken nose, black eye, busted lip!

Iliyah, took advantage of the situation and hightailed it outta there. Hell, who wouldn’t? Of course, Nat called Steve, who told Tony and Sam! Got my ass chewed off.

The mission wasn’t busted. Tony discovered the exact location of the rogue base. Blowing those bastards back to hell gave me a major boner!

Didn’t realize until now. Being so eager to destroy Hydra ruined my marriage.

A swollen eye, bloody nose and lip. Bruce snapped my broken nose back in place. Hurt like hell. I apologized to everyone. M’still getting the silent treatment.

I’d have to explain to Kenzie what happened. What kinda bum yells at his wife and 4 year old son? This is eating me alive.

Pressing #2 on speed dial, I heard this chilling message….

“The number you’re trying to reach is no longer in service”

@caplansteverogers @omalleysgirl22 @rebelslicious @pegasusdragontiger @suz-123 @getinmelanin011 @stars8melanin @supersoldierslover @sgtjamesbuchananbarnes107th  @httppartytattoos @wxntersoldiers 

[keanureevesisbae]

Sam Wilson is trying to live his life as purposefully as he can, without Captain America by his side. Working closely with the United States Air Force, handing over the shield to the Smithsonian and deciding to spend more time with his family all seem great steps into the right direction. However, when Quinn steps back into his life with some earth shattering news, Sam has to decide whether or not handing over the shield was the wise thing to do. 

Prologue // Chapter 1 //

[cevansbrat0007]

Good Girls & Little White Lies: The Sequel

Summary: You and your best friend are back at it again. Boy, you really need to learn how to stop telling overprotective men the truth. It just might save your ass. Literally. 

Steve Rogers x Black!Reader, Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC (Mya)

Warnings: Ridiculousness, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFC, General Naughtiness, Angry Avengers, Angry Big Daddy, Maintenance Punishments (mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Angry Steve Rogers, Brief Jail Time.  

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Title: Good Girls & Little White Lies: The Sequel “This is bad.” Mya whispers.

“Yup.” You respond, refusing to look at her. 

“I mean, like, really, really bad.” You nod in agreement. What else could you do? 

“Like this is easily the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Your best friend is literally vibrating next to you.

“I get it, Mya.” You stare at the ceiling, trying to come up with a way to get out of this without alerting a single member of The Avengers. “We’re fucked. I know. I get it. I see it. I sense it.”

“Okay, bitch. But we’re in jail.” Oh, you hadn’t noticed.

“No shit, Mya.” 

“Do you know what Sam is going to do to me when he finds out? I’ll tell you! My butt is toast. Actual burnt toast. And so is yours.” Well, your friend did have a point. Steve Rogers would definitely be busting out the belt for this offense. You should’ve definitely stayed at the mall.

“Ahem.” Your eyes shoot to the woman sitting across from you. What was her name again? Oh that’s right. Sharon. The promoter/owner of Club Carnal. She was the reason you were in this mess. 

That woman is tough as nails. You’d give her that. But if it came down to facing a certain Super Soldier or her you’d take your chances. Besides, you’d always wanted to shank someone. Just to see what it was like. Maybe there was something wrong with you.  

“What?!” You and Mya both bark at her. The last thing either of you wanted was to hear this woman speak. 

“I’ll get you out..” Mya appears skeptical, and you know your face can’t be much better.

“You’re the one that got us in here.” You point out. Nudging Mya when you see her looking way too excited. Damn it girl. You must test before you trust. Sharon rolls her eyes. Okay, rude. 

“You weren’t supposed to find out about the drugs. This was a sting operation that we had been planning for months. You weren’t supposed to get involved.” Huh?

“That’s right. So if you drop the pity party schtick and give me just a little time, I’ll have you out of here in a jif.”  

Three hours later…

You and your understandably Nervous Nellie of a friend finally walk out of the station, only to be greeted by the sight of Natasha Romanoff. You were almost certain that you’d be dealing with the boys now. “Hey ladies.” She greets you, leaning in for a hug. “Figured you two could use a ride.”

You nod gratefully. Mya hops into the back seat, as do you. “Umm, so on a scale of 1-10…how mad are they?” The redhead cocks her head to the side with a frown. “Last I checked, they were somewhere between locking you in a steel cage and banning you from seeing each other forever. That’s why I’m on chauffeur duty - I felt like they needed to cool down.”

As if on cue, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Speak of the devil. His ears must have been burning.

“Umm hi, Stevie.” 

“Y/N”. He grits out through what must be clenched teeth. “So, funny story, doll. I got this call from Commissioner Lee…to apologize for the mixup you two had. And at first, I thought he was joking. But then, imagine my surprise to hear he had my sweet girl and Sam’s lovely lady sitting in a cell. WHY DID I GET THAT CALL?” 

“Yeah, umm that’s crazy. And let me be the first to tell you that I’m really sorry and it will never happen again.” Mya grabs your arm, shaking you. She shows you her phone. Aww, shit. Sam was calling too. With a brief nod, you decide to get this call over with. One time. No need to struggle through it twice. Your day had been hard enough already.

“Steve.” You interrupt into the phone. “Stevie. I know you won’t be surprised by this, but um, Mya is with me right now.” You hear both Steve and Sam groan into the phone. Awesome.

“You two were supposed to be going to the mall, not a freaking club! Come on!” Steve bellows.

“It wasn’t our cocaine!” Mya yells into the receiver before you can stop her. You wrench the phone back, a look of horror on your face. She slams her hands over her mouth, clearly shocked by her own response. Natasha rolls her eyes. “Real smooth.”

Oh. My. God.

“Why the fuck would you lead with that?” You snarl quietly. She shrugs, looking more lost than normal. You punch her in the arm. “We were supposed to build up to the drug part.” She punches you back, making you yelp. You forgot that the bitch was rocking rings.

“I’m sorry.” She sputters. Shaking her fist in what must have been obvious pain. Good. You hope she suffered. “I panicked. I went rogue. I’m sorry.”

 She notices that you’re about to slug her again. “I’m not used to being associated with drug dealers.”

“And I am?” You squawk incredulously. She shrugs. “Bitch, I don’t know your life like that.” 

And now the boys were yelling. Totally talking over each other. You could barely make out a single word. This was completely and utterly fantastic. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Sam growls. 

“Y/N! Are you telling me that you willingly purchased illegal narcotics?”

“Put Mya on! Princess, you’re better than this. It’s a false high –” 

Oh. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. 

“Slow your roll there, Tweety Bird. No one took any drugs, alright?” You snipe into the phone before you can catch yourself. Great, first it was Big Bird, and now it was Tweety. When would you learn? Mya snickers beside you, enjoying your mistake a little too much for your liking. 

“Stop calling Sam names!” Steve growls. Never, you silently vow to yourself.     

Natasha, the epic lifesaver she is, holds her hand out for the phone. You are happy to pass it over. “Look boys, I’ll have these two peaches to you within the hour and you can yell at them then. But in the meantime, I highly suggest you take a walk.” With that, she ends the call and tosses the phone back to you. “Alright, girls. I know you’ve had a rough go of it, but what’s say we hit a drive-thru or something? I’ll even make sure to pick a slow one. My treat.”

 God, you were pretty sure you were in love. “Sounds amazing.” You were starving. 

Two hours later…

When you finally pull up to The Avengers compound, your pulse begins to pound. Poor Mya was back to vibrating again. Your men are waiting for you outside. Arms crossed and wearing matching scowls. This might be the angriest you’d ever seen them.

“Romanoff, you told us you’d have our girls delivered to us over an hour ago.” Steve pins the master assassin with a hard look. She shrugs and walks away mumbling: “What? We got hungry.” Sam huffs out a breath and crooks one long, imposing finger at Mya. The order comes in loud and clear.

“Get over here, Y/N. Now, please.” You pout before trudging over, only to be surprised when your Stevie takes you into his arms. He even kisses the top of your head. You peek over to see Sam doing the same with your best friend. Well this was certainly…unexpected. 

“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea here, ladies.” Sam grunts out, leaning over to tweak your nose. “We’re still absolutely furious with you.”

“He’s right about that. But it also doesn’t mean that we’re not happy that you’re both okay.” Steve pecks your lips. “And”, Sam chimes in, “we also figured that since you two seem to really love getting into trouble together, it only made sense to discuss punishments together.” You blanch at his words.

“Yep, it’s clear you little hellions need to be taken in hand. You need more discipline than what we’ve been giving you. That’s going to change. Today.” Mya lets out a sad little wail. You feel like kicking Captain America in the shin and running away.

He motions for you all to sit over on a nearby bench before pulling you into his lap. Sam copies him as if this has all been planned. “Now what that means is that we’re about to have a very important discussion about weekly maintenance spankings, so I suggest you listen and listen well.”

“Please, no. Not that. Anything but that!” You notice your bestie begin to struggle against his hold. Her boyfriend sighs and bounces her lightly on his powerful thighs. You lean back against your own boyfriend’s muscled chest and contemplate the pros and cons of decking him in his perfect teeth. 

“If I were you, I’d strongly consider calming down, little girl. You brought this on yourself.” He spares you a pointed glance as well. Asshole. “And you know how much Big Daddy loves to help.” Sam chuckles at that. Oh, you’d had just about enough of this Foghorn Leghorn motherfucker.

“Mmm. Your new paddle is already on its way, Y/N. I even had your name engraved on it. Special rush order too.” You moan at that. “No, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” Stevie mutters into your hair. “But until it gets here, you’ll get my hand or my belt.” 

“Same goes for you, Mya. Also, you two are grounded indefinitely. We’ll reconsider when my man, Cap and I, see that we’ve got our good girls back.” 

“Yep, and I think it’s time we got started, don’t you?” Uh, nope. With a nod, Stevie stands with you in his arms. Sam once again follows his lead.      

“You’re not going to spank us, like together, like, in the same room are you?” You whisper into his ear, briefly glancing back to check-on your sulking best friend. He laughs softly and winks down at you. 

“Only when you’ve earned it, sweetheart. Only when you’ve earned it.”

Good Lord in heaven! Talk about an incentive to work on your attitude!

[thekrazykeke]

@obi-thomas challenged me to write a Bruce Banner x male! black! reader fic. Challenge accepted!

I've also got a Sam Wilson x Wakandan!woc imagine like 75% finished, it just needs a flashback scene and either a kiss or smut. Maybe just the kiss though tbh.

And ofc my T'Challa x shy!reader series is getting into the grey area of acceptable with lots of emotional undertones.

[carolmaximoffs]

THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER FOUR

Ch. Summary: Thea gets a suspicious text from an unknown number. She risks sharing her secret with the team, in hopes of finding who’s behind them.

Warnings: stillbirth, vague depiction of childbirth, loss of a child, Agents of S. H. I. E. L. D. spoilers, cursing, probably some spelling errors

Pairings (bc I guess now is as good a time as ever to add this): Sam Wilson x WOC OFC

A/N: i’m on a roll and i don’t think it’s a good one...regardless, italics are a flashback (in the form of a dream). bold italics are texts, though that i hope is obvious... things get a little weird in this chapter but it’s bc i was watching OUAT and regina’s weird tomb w all those hearts is partially responsible. i’m sorry if this isn’t your jam right away but i promise this isn’t going to be a dark fic! this is probably about as creepy as it’ll get. again PLEASE read the warnings. 

Taglist (which is open!): @marvelousmrstark​

    THE DOCTOR AND THE CAPTAIN dance around each other for a week following lunch. She still hangs out with Wanda, and sometimes Bucky and Sam, but Steve is always miraculously busy. When Thea wakes up early to train with Natasha, Steve is always conveniently just leaving the kitchen as she enters. It isn’t until a Saturday morning that it comes to a halt.

    Tony quite literally drags Steve by the ear into the med-bay, which Thea would find funny if she weren’t loath to see him. America’s golden boy, and she’d been the one to tick him off. She knew he was a cautious man, suspicious due to events in recent years, and even in his past; it didn’t stop her from feeling incredibly awkward after his seemingly blatant distrust of her.

    The dark-haired man releases his hold on Steve and crosses his arms. The tips of Steve’s ears are grow red as Thea looks up from the paperwork she’s been doing, in regards to Clint’s mission injury a few days ago.

    “Talk,” Tony says as sternly as possible.

    “Thea, it wasn’t my place to question you about your abilities,” Steve starts, and Tony gives him a thumbs up while nodding encouragingly. Thea resists the urge to roll her eyes. “I...you made it clear you were just here as a doctor, and if that’s all you want to be then I will respect that. Thank you again for...my leg. And while I do think-”

    “Alright, shows over, nice job, thanks Dory!” Tony hastily interjects, gripping Steve’s forearm and steering him out of the small office. Thea rises to her feet.

    “Wait,” She commands, and they stop, Tony’s shoulders sagging. “What do you think?”

    “I think,” Steve says, turning around and meeting her eyes, “That your powers could be a great asset to the team. Outside of medical situations.”

    Thea realizes what he’s getting at. It takes everything in her to remain calm, lifting her chin just a little.

    “Whether that’s true or not, I’m perfectly happy with what I’m doing. Thank you for the apology, Steve.” Her words come out stiff, a little sharper than she means them to. Nevertheless, Thea shakes Steve’s hand when he offers it, and maintains her rigid posture until she hears the main doors to the med-bay close.

    “I tried to warn him,” Tony offers, having shifted to lean against the doorway. Thea drops into her chair with a sigh, leaning her head back as she clicks a pen absently.

    “I just wish everybody would let it go. It’s not...it’s not cool, it’s not useful.” Thea sits up straight, tossing the pen aside and gripping her desk. “I mean, what would I do with my powers in a fight? Put somebody to sleep? Stop their heart? I’m not...I’m not a killer, Tony.”

    “I know you’re not,” He says softly, approaching her desk to pry her fingers off it. “I won’t tell you that I agree with him, you know I do, but I will tell you it is 100% your decision.”

    Thea manages a thank you, and, bless him, Tony leaves. She closes the folder on Clint’s mission after signing a few more pages and sets it into her main desk drawer. Peering as far as she could to be sure Tony was gone, she pulls a key from around her neck and unlocks a little side drawer.

    Inside, only two items lay. One is a picture of her and her brother, only a year after she’d been adopted. Fury had explained his choice of family as ‘somewhere Thea could blend in, feel comfortable’, and it was perfect. The Triplett’s adopted her within 6 months of fostering her; she was home. In the photo, Antoine stands much taller than she, with an arm around her shoulders and the other wiggling into her abdomen. She, as a result of his tickling, is frozen in time laughing openly.

    Thea sets the photo aside and reaches back into the drawer for the other object. It’s a locket, one Antoine had given her. Though the chain is thin, the charm attached is sizable for a necklace. It vibrates with energy that might make Thea nervous if she wasn’t so intimately familiar with it. The click of the lock coming undone still sends chills down her spine, regardless.

    Within it, shrouded in the gold of Thea’s magic, beats a tiny human heart.

                                                                -

     That night, dinner is a lonely affair. Steve had left for a mission shortly after seeing Thea, Natasha and Sam with him. Bucky and Wanda had invited her to join them for supper, but Thea feigned having work to do; Tony had gone on a date with Pepper. Now, as the stove clock blinks 9:30, Thea settles at the breakfast bar with a bowl of leftover dumplings.

    She eats in silence, only disrupted when behind her, the TV clicks on. A glance over her shoulder shows her Bucky, flipping channels despite the book open on his lap. He doesn’t acknowledge her, however, so Thea returns to her meal, until her phone pings in her back pocket.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

    Thea frowns at the device, but opens the message anyways.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Funny how the good doctor avoids her powers

with friends, but not with family.

    Thea’s heart begins to pound. Not only had she made sure she was alone earlier, and every time she went into her drawer, but the key is always with her. Any assistants Tony hired had never even been through the office - it was really only for paperwork, anyways, and they always left it on the desk for Thea to go through later. She feels nauseous, suddenly: the only other person on Earth who knew about the locket, and it’s true nature, was dead.

    “You alright, Doc?” Comes a voice, and Thea jumps. She swallows as Bucky eyes her curiously, slipping her phone back into her pocket and nodding.

    “Yeah, I...yes. I’m good,” Thea replies, but her voice quivers just enough that Bucky grips her arm as she moves past him to put her bowl in the sink.

    “Thea-” He tries, but Thea pulls her arm away, giving him a tight, apologetic smile.

    “Bucky, I’m fine. Seriously.” Thea insists before she ducks out of the kitchen. She can’t shake the feeling of his gaze, half pity and half suspicion, even as she shuts her bedroom door. After a moment of thought, she locks it, for good measure, and closes every curtain. No chances taken. She showers and changes from scrubs to sweats, and as she settles into her pillows she pulls out her phone again.

     But not with family.

     Thea still feels nauseous, and without even thinking, she types out a response.

                                                                                                           Who is this?

    There’s no immediate answer. Thea groans as she shuts her light off and tosses the phone aside. She tosses and turns until finally falling into nightmares.

                                                                     -

    2014

    Thea laughs as Antoine crouches to coo over her quickly growing stomach. One month from her due date, but her brother has been devoted to her child from the moment Thea found out she was pregnant. She hadn’t even thought she could have children, nor had she really thought about them with the insane hours she worked, but she too was excited.

    “Hi little bugger,” He whispers. Thea scolds him for language, but he ignores her. “I’m your Uncle Trip. We’re gonna be best friends, ‘cause your mama’s gotta be strict.”

    Thea flicks his forehead, and he only smiles up at her before rising to his feet.

    “I’m sorry,” He starts, and Thea collapses dramatically back into her couch. “About Ward. If we had- if I had known, Dot, you know-”

    “Ant, it’s fine. Not your fault at all,” Thea tries to reason with him, but since learning of Grant’s true nature, she’d been struggling as well. Her long-time boyfriend had seemed so...so wonderful. Though Thea tried not to think about how he had seemed, tried not to think about him at all; it just spiraled until she was left wondering how much of it was lies.

    Suddenly, she cries out, and Antoine rushes to her as she doubles over. His voice floats in and out of focus, the pain consuming her.

    “Dot? Hey, Dot, what’s up? Dor…”

     Thea feels only as if she blinks, and when she opens her eyes, she’s in a hospital bed. She’s hooked to various machines, and the room itself is crowded with people. Sound is still distorted, but Antoine is right by her side, gripping her hand. It’s a small relief.

    “It’s too soon,” Thea protests as an unfamiliar woman crouched by her feet  tells her to push. She doesn’t notice that she can only hear one heart monitor beeping. “Please, it’s too soon-”

    With further insistence, Thea pushes anyways, the promise of ending the pain too tempting. A scream tears from her throat. It feels like only minutes before she feels all pressure lift; she'd done it. Yet the cry she expects does not come. She fees . Thea holds onto her brother’s hand for dear life.

    “Ant? What’s happening? What’s wrong?” She whimpers, but Antoine is asking the doctors the same questions. Finally, they file out slowly, until only one doctor remains, a nurse standing just behind her, almost out of sight.

    “Ms. Triplett, we are so sorry. Your son...was stillborn. You can...you can still hold him if you’d like.”

    Thea’s body is wracked with sobs, but she holds her hands out regardless. The nurse places her unmoving child, swaddled with his eyes closed, into her arms. Antoine wraps an arm around her shoulders as Thea lets go of his hand to hold her son’s. The doctor mentions something about giving her time, and she and the nurse file out.

    “He’s perfect,” Thea whispers. She stares down at where her dark fingers encase his tiny tan hand, and her crying ceases. A deep determination settles into her bones. “I want to keep him.”

    “Thea.” Antoine gasps, alarmed, but she looks up at him with pleading eyes.

     “Please. Please, Ant, you know I would never ask you anything like this but I-he’s my son.”

    And as Antoine takes up a stray scalpel, Thea’s heart shatters all over again.

                                                                   -

    Thea jerks into a sitting position, gasping for breath. Her hands scramble for the key, feeling it still secure around her neck. Without thinking, she slides her feet into slippers and races from her room. She’s almost to the elevator when someone calls her name.

    “Thea?”

    It’s Sam, voice raspy from sleep. He’s still in his tactical suit, though without wings and goggles, evidently having been so wiped out he hadn’t changed. They must’ve just gotten back, then.

    “Sam,” she replies breathlessly. Thea struggles to tamp down the panic trying to eat her alive as he emerges fully from his bedroom, making his way to her. “I thought you had a mission.”

    “Just an in and out thing,” He replies, rubbing his eyes. “Are you alright? It’s 2:30.”

    “Oh, yeah, I’m great,” Thea lies, forcing a small laugh. Sam doesn’t look like he believes her, but she presses on. “Just heading to the kitchen, glass of water, you know.”

    “Then I’ll join you,” Sam says, taking another step towards her, and Thea’s heart feels ready to burst from her chest.

    “No!” Sam looks taken aback. His usually laid-back demeanor is uneasy. Thea gulps, fingers coming back up to twist into the chain of her necklace. “I mean, no, thank you. I also left something, um, downstairs, in my, my office so really, you should go back to bed. Need some rest.”

    She forces a laugh, but Sam only sighs, running a hand over his face. “Show me.”

    Thea swallows the bile rising in her throat and tries to steady her breathing as he follows her to the elevator. No more words are spoken as they walk down the hallway past the garage, Tony’s lab, and enter the medbay. Thea takes the key from around her neck as they enter the tiny back office. He crosses his arms expectantly as she unlocks the drawer.

    The locket nearly slips from her trembling hands, so Sam takes it instead, and Thea can’t find it in her to protest. He opens it, and closes it almost right after, staring at Thea with wide eyes.

     “What...the fuck?” Sam whispers, and Thea feels her eyes burn with tears. “Is…is that-”

    He struggles to get the words out, and Thea lets the first tears roll as she nods. Sam silently sets the locket back in the drawer and shuts it. “Who?”

    Thea takes a deep, shaky breath. An understanding seems to have grown between them, though Thea isn’t sure she wants him to voice it out loud. She squeezes her eyes shut to try to block out the semi-horrified look on his face.

    “It’s my son’s.”

                                                              -

    Thea swears Sam to secrecy, but he only agrees on the condition that she’ll tell the team as soon as she can.They return to their separate rooms, Thea with the locket clasped securely about her neck. Sure she won’t be able to sleep, not now, not when someone...two someones now know her secret. She opts instead to perch in the bay window of her bedroom, staring out over the city. Thea loses exact track of time as she immerses herself in thoughts, and the sun shines high above the city when FRIDAY’s voice reaches her ears.

    “Dr. Triplett, Boss wishes you’d join the team in the living room, please.” 

    Thea, habitually, tightens her fingers around the key, and now the locket as well. Quickly, she changes from her sleep shirt into a pullover and jeans, opting to head downstairs barefoot. As FRIDAY had said, the entire team is already spread out across the living room. Tony rises to his feet to guide Thea to sit next to him before clearing his throat.

   “Birdbrain said you had something to tell us, but I knew if you’d kept something from me it must be serious,” Tony explains, and Thea finds herself nodding. “Didn’t want to uh, make you feel under any more pressure with a conference room.” 

    Thea nods, hesitating. She takes the beat of silence to look over everyone, feeling almost as if it was the day she’d arrived. Wanda is curled up to Vision, Natasha and Steve taking up the rest of Tony and Thea’s couch. Steve’s sat forward, elbows rested on his knees, already intently listening. Bucky lingers in the kitchen doorway. Rhodey and Sam, too, are on their feet, and when she meets his eyes, Sam gives her an encouraging nod. The surgeon is unable to voice the truth, not without any leeway. She unhooks the locket from her neck and opens it.

    The moment Thea does this, gasps and murmurs flood the room. After just a few seconds, once she was sure everyone had seen it’s contents, she closes the locket and gently sets it into her lap. Tony is floundering beside her, but Thea speaks first. 

    “That is my son’s heart,” She croaks, a little surprised at the brokenness of her voice. She finds herself meeting Sam’s eyes as she speaks, as she hadn’t even explained it to him last night. 

   “He was stillborn and...I didn’t handle it very well.” Thea continues. She thinks Rhodey mutters an ‘obviously’, but he’s quickly shushed. A sob builds in her throat as she talks, but she fights it. “My brother was there...he um, he had some medical training as well, he...he took out the heart for me, and I healed my son’s body so they wouldn’t suspect anything. He’d never had a heartbeat to begin with s-so nobody said anything. His body was cremated. A year later, my brother died. He was the only person who knew about...about Philip’s heart.” 

   To Thea’s shock, Natasha reaches out to grab her hand. With her free hand, Thea swipes at stray tears. When Thea looks over at the other woman, Natasha is watching her with a knowing expression. Vision’s voice cracks the moment in two. 

    “Pardon me but...where was the father?” He asks hesitantly, and Thea laughs bitterly, to their shock. 

   “Out of the picture. He was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent I met through my brother but...” Thea shakes her head, reminiscing. “He turned out to be undercover Hydra. Said he only knew me for me but, he read files on me long before he even joined S.H.I.E.L.D.”

    Natasha is nodding in Thea’s peripheral, and Thea recalls in the back of her mind that Nat had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. in the past. She must have at least some inkling of what Thea was on about. The younger woman pulls her hand back into her lap gently, to wrap both of them around the locket.

    “It doesn’t matter now. He’s dead and irrelevant. But last night, I got a text from an unknown number,” Thea reveals. “It was only one thing but it...it really shook me because yesterday I had looked at Philip’s heart. And then I get that message...‘Funny how the good doctor avoids her powers with friends, but not with family.’” 

   “And your brother was the only person who knew, but he’s...passed on as well, right?” Steve interjects, and Thea nods. “How did Sam find out?” 

    Thea fights a smile. Part of her felt...relief. She hadn’t talked about this with anyone before, and never planned to. Even if the team was finding out now, she was glad to have been able to trust Sam first. She takes a deep, slightly shaky breath before going on. 

   “I had a dream, last night. Or a nightmare, really. I...remembered the day Philip was born. Or, not born, I guess. I don’t know. But the dream and the messages, I was so shaken up and I went to go check on the locket. The key to the drawer it was in is always...” Thea untucks the key around her neck, “but I was so paranoid...Sam caught up with me in the hallway. Had me take him down to show him. I just...I guess I knew it was time to tell someone.” 

    All at once, Thea’s exhaustion hits her. It’s clear to the other’s that she’s finished sharing. Steve, ever the leader, nods sympathetically and reaches over to pat Thea’s shoulder as he stands. 

   “Well, you did the right thing,” He states, and the sentiment is followed with murmurs of agreement from the team. “Especially with this...unknown person messaging you.”  

    “He’s right, DT,” Tony says, speaking for the first time since Thea had sat down. He’s risen to his feet as well, already rubbing his hands together. “In fact, give me your phone. I’ll see if I can’t figure out who’s behind this.” 

    Thea agrees, though she left her phone in her bedroom, and Tony tells her not to worry. After Thea promises to bring it down to the lab ASAP, the group disperses. Nat pulls her aside with a surprisingly kind smile as she makes towards the elevator. 

    “Philip for Coulson, right?” The redhead inquires. Thea smiles back, a little embarrassed, but she nods. 

   “He was one of the one’s who rescued me as a kid,” Thea elaborates as she presses the button for the residential floor. Nat nods, but she’s suddenly bumped by Sam as he slips into the elevator with Thea. 

    “Sorry, Nat!” He calls out as the doors close. The man spares the buttons a quick once over, but evidently they’re going to the same place. Sam settles in beside Thea without pushing a single one’ she tries to ignore the fact that he’s comfortable enough to stand so close their elbows brush, despite all he’s learned of her. They exit the lift together, not engaging in conversation, but he walks her all the way to her door near the end. Right as she goes to enter, he coughs. Thea turns back to him with a raised brow.

   “I know that couldn’t have been easy for you,” Sam tells her. It’s a redundant statement, but the soft quality to his voice prevents Thea from being annoyed. “Steve was right though, because we can...you know, we can help you now.” 

    Thea bites back a scoff as she pushes open her door and walks inside. True to her instinct, Sam follows. 

    “I mean with the texts, of course. ‘Cause that’s some creepy shit,” He hastily amends. “Although...I do know a little about PTSD.” 

    This has Thea stopping in her tracks. She turns around, arms crossed, to meet his eyes again. Sam’s face wears a strange look she can’t read, but she raises a brow as nonverbal permission to go on. 

   “If you ever...wanted to talk to anyone. Not like, a shrink. Like a...a friend.” He’s nervous, Thea realizes, as he scrubs a hand over the back of his neck and shifts his weight. Despite the tightness gripping her heart, Thea gives him her most appreciative and reassuring smile. 

   “Thanks, Sam,” She says. He nods, more to himself than anything, and turns to leave as Thea turns back to her dresser. As she picks up her phone, she gasps. “Sam?!” 

   His footsteps almost echo as a new bout of queasiness washes over Thea. She doesn’t hear what he says as she stares at the screen, barely registering him so close to her as he takes a look. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER You know who it is. Return to

the place it all began, for it

is the place that all ends. 

[keanureevesisbae]

eunoia - chapter 1

Summary: Quinn is back in Delacroix, Louisiana

Sam Wilson x Quinn (Asian ofc)

Warnings: Some spoilers for Civil War, Inifinity War, Endgame and TFATWS

Wordcount: 3.2k

Masterlist // eunoia masterlist // Previous chapter

I watched AJ and Cass grow up into the boys they are now. It might be obvious to some, but I came to the realization that every step of their development is crucial. Teaching them boundaries, new skills and their abilities when it comes to social interaction.

Noticing that importance, made me wonder even more about the things that had happened in my past. What significant events happened for me to become who I am today. I don’t feel like anyone, like I have no personality, no history.

Fragments of memories are the only things I have left of my past. I remember laughing with people, though they remain faceless till this day. I remember warm weather, cold weather, but the hugs are the same. They are loving, caring. But there is also a lot of pain and exhaustion. There is confusion when I saw Bucky for the first time being contained in a small cell.

But those fragments are not equal to an entire memory.

Everything I started to experience is from the moment Zemo let me out of that cell back in Munich. Fighting alongside the Avengers, though never actually being one of them, meeting people during my solo trips through the country and sleeping in abandoned buildings by myself, since I had no money.

Delacroix, Louisiana, however, is the only place I dare to call home. I know there is a place somewhere that used to be home, but since I haven’t found that yet, I’ll rely on the place that feels most secure.

Of course I was aware that going here could mean bumping into Sam. It’s a risk I’m willing to take, because I missed spending time with the Wilson’s, especially AJ and Cass. I wonder though, what Sam might think. Me spending time with his family in the years he couldn’t.

I grew so close to the three of them, whilst we only had one thing in common.

Knowing Sam.

Since Tony’s funeral and Steve handing the shield to Sam, I have been wandering around the different states, even making slight detours to Canada, hoping to find something. I have been so desperately wanting to know something for so long. Anything that could be something that should be a treasured memory of mine.

Much to my dismay, I am still left in the dark. I have no idea who I am, where my roots started and who is out there missing me.

Are there even people missing me?

After I scolded the boys for growing, I hold up my hand to the older guy who has been appreciating my arrival from the moment I got here a little over five years ago. ‘Hi Carlos,’ I say to him.

‘Miss Quinn!’ he exclaims, rushing over to me in the fastest pace he can and hugs me tightly when I’m within arms reach. ‘Oh, do I love it when you join us.’

‘I love to be back.’

‘You’re gonna help me out, right?’ Carlos asks. ‘Things go much slower without you here. No one has come even close to your strength.’

‘I figured,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’ll help you out, okay?’

He blows me a kiss, before AJ, Cass and I walk towards Sarah and Sam. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. While Sam was contemplating whether or not to take the shield from Steve, I sneaked out. Ran off hating Steve. Hating the fact that he got older. Being able to go back in time, to not only place back the Stones and what not, but also to grow older with Peggy.

The love of his life.

He got to live his happily ever after with someone from his past, something that I would probably never experience. It took me months to realize that I wasn’t mad at him.

I was simply jealous.

Sarah opens her arms for me and I don’t waste a single second before letting myself being engulfed in her warm embrace. How I longed to feel a hug from her. ‘I missed you,’ she says to me.

‘I missed you too,’ I admit softly.

‘Don’t you dare leave me alone for too long.’ She holds onto my upper arms and glares at me. ‘The kids missed you too much.’

‘We did,’ they confirm in unison

I can’t help but laugh. ‘I missed them and you too much as well, hence the reason I came back.’

‘Oh, so you didn’t came back for my brother?’ She cocks an eyebrow. ‘He too just arrived.’

Sam scoffs and I pretend to roll my eyes, but I cannot miss the tone in her voice. She always pestered me about her brother, saying that if he were still here, we’d probably be all over each other.

Yeah right…

I remember first arriving here and staying in the guest room, one where Sam used to sleep if he crashed here in Delacroix. She caught me looking at pictures of Sam and slightly bullied me because of it. Maybe it seemed like I liked him, but the truth is: I realized how much I missed him.

Back when I helped out the Avengers, he was the only one I truly trusted. Because I cared so much about him, I went out of my way to go to his DC apartment in the midst of all chaos, to grab some personal belongings of his and make my way to his family.

Sam promised me he would always have my back and I don’t blame him for not keeping his promise. It’s just that now that he is back and I’m about the face him, it hits me how much his five year absence killed me deep down.

I’m too afraid to meet his eyes, but I know I have to eventually. ‘Solely for the kids,’ I say to Sarah, because that is the main reason I came back. The kids and Sarah.

Sarah squeezes my upper arms, almost as some encouragement and I look up to Sam. ‘Hi Quinn,’ he says to me, his voice warm, welcoming and trusting.

I missed him. I missed him looking at me. All of his attention directed to the person he’s talking to. It’s good to be on the receiving end of it.

‘Hi Sam.’

‘How are you?’

I have no idea actually. ‘I’m okay,’ I answer. ‘You look good.’

He seems a bit surprised, but a slightly cocky smirk appears on his lips. ‘As do you.’

Sarah frowns, as she looks from me to Sam back to me again. ‘How about you two catch up?’ She opens a cool box and grabs two beers. ‘I’ve got your favorite, Quinn. You must be tired from your trip. You deserve it.’

‘You’re the best, Sarah, thank you.’

Both AJ and Cass stand next to me and give me a tight hug. ‘You’re already taking her away, uncle Sam?’ AJ asks. ‘That’s so unfair. We want to know how the battle against Thanos went.’

‘I’ll be back before you know it,’ I say to them, slightly touched because they don’t want me to go.

‘Is this Superhero talk?’ AJ asks, looking at his uncle.

‘Boys, I told you,’ I say, ‘I’m no superhero.’

‘But you’re really strong,’ Cass says. ‘I think you are a superhero.’

‘She totally is,’ Sam says. ‘You should’ve seen her in the battlefield.’

I don’t do blushing, but I do this other thing: my ears turn in this fiery red color. It’s horrible, I hate it and of course today of all days I’m wearing my hair up in a ponytail, for everyone to see how the tips of my ears turn red.

‘Uncle Sam, to be fair, we like her more than we like you.’

Sam cocks an eyebrow. ‘Is that so?’ he asks. ‘That means I need to work extra hard to be number one again.’

‘If you get me one of those flying suits, you two are even.’

‘AJ,’ Sarah says, ‘we spoke about this. I’m not gonna let you fly around. Sorry Sam, you’re in third place.’

‘Third place?’ Sam asks, pretending to be offended. ‘Why third?’

‘Because mom is number one, auntie Quinn is number two and you are number three,’ Cass says. ‘Duh.’

Sam and I sit on the dock, both staring at the old boat. Paul & Darlene. A nearly nostalgic smile appears on my lips. ‘Sarah and I tried to fix it up,’ I say, flicking the cap off the beer bottle, doing the same for Sam. ‘Emphasis on tried. We didn’t have a lot of money, we had tons of other stuff to do and I have no idea on how to fix up a boat.’

Sam nods, grabbing the beer from me as I hand it to him. ‘Figured, think the two of you broke something in the process,’ he chuckles.

‘That would’ve been me, I’m sorry.’ I take a sip of the beer and think about the next thing I’m gonna say. ‘So,’ I start, ‘you gave up the shield.’

‘Not in the way you might think,’ he says, almost in a bit of a defensive tone. ‘I didn’t give it up. I gave it to the museum where it belongs. It’s a piece of history, not mine to use.’

I frown, as I fear that he might not know what I know. ‘You think it’s gonna stay in a museum?’ I ask.

Now he looks up. ‘Of course, what do you think?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘it’s not gonna be part of the exhibition. There is… Someone who will receive the shield soon.’

It pains me to see his expression. The hurt, the betrayal. Poor Sam, he obviously wasn’t told about that. ‘I had no idea.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ I whisper.

‘How do you know?’

I shrug. ‘I went to one of my hackers,’ I say, ‘to see if he could help me with carefully running my picture through any database. We stumbled upon some governmental documents and it read that once they had the shield, they would give it to some guy who is training for it. I believe his name was John Walker.’

‘That could be anyone,’ Sam notes with a scoff.

‘Exactly,’ I agree, ‘but it shouldn’t be anyone. Steve gave that shield to you, not this John Walker guy. I’m not saying that giving the shield for an exhibition was wrong, but… I do know this is not what both you or Steve had in mind when you gave the shield to the Smithsonian.’

Sam shakes his head and from the looks of it, he is beating himself up over this. ‘They should’ve told me.’

‘Had they told you, would you kept the shield?’

He nods. ‘It’s Steve shield, not mine, not this John guy.’

I have no idea what I should say to him. I want to say about myself that I know how to comfort someone, but that someone is not a grown man. The only ones I can remotely comfort, are AJ and Cass and when necessary, I can sort of calm Sarah down (though I have gone wrong there maybe once or twice).

‘Is this John Walker gonna go public any time soon?’ Sam asks.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Why do you think Steve gave me that shield?’

I was not expecting that question at all, but it’s an easy one to answer. ‘You’re the only one worthy of the shield, of that legacy. You are more than Captain America’s friend, Sam. You are the only one that can live up to the expectation.’

‘I don’t know, Quinn.’

‘Listen, I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have hesitations. It only shows that you are humble and I think that is exactly the type of man Steve wanted for the shield.’

From the looks of it, Sam grows more and more uncomfortable. To redirect the conversation, he clears his throat and says: ‘Bucky isn’t gonna like this.’

Oh boy, I hadn’t even thought of that. ‘Have you spoken to him?’

He shakes his head. ‘Nah, he ignores my texts.’

I can’t stop my smile. ‘Mine too.’

‘Oh, you’ve been texting him?’ Sam asks. eyebrow cocked.

‘Sometimes,’ I say, ‘it’s just that I figured we had something in common. He just went totally AWOL after his pardoning and I have no idea what he is doing. I bet he doesn’t even wanna be found. If there is something going on, he’ll show up.’

‘Well, good thing Bucky doesn’t even know where I live,’ he says, ‘think you and I are safe for a while.’

I chuckle, looking at my beer bottle. ‘Yeah, bet you’re right.

That night, I walk into the room I always sleep in when I stay over at the Wilson’s, only to discover a shirtless Sam, in nothing else but boxers near the bed. That looks abnormally good, I think to myself, before I realize that it’s considered rude to just walk into a room like that. ‘Oh,’ I say, ‘I’m so sorry.’ I pull down the sleeping shirt, hoping it covers up my legs more.

‘No, I am,’ he says. ‘I could’ve known you would sleep here. Let me grab some blankets and I’ll take the couch.’

‘You’re taking the couch?’ I ask.

‘Yeah.’

I’ve slept on that thing and if it was uncomfortable for me, who is the size of a kid, it must be even worse for him.‘The bed is large enough,’ I say. ‘Pick a side.’

‘I don’t want to cross any line, Quinn.’

‘You won’t,’ I say. ‘Believe me, I shared sleeping spaces with people, most of which were… different than you, in the negative sense.’

‘Right,’ he says. ‘I want the right side, closer to the door.’ I watch Sam stepping in that part of the bed and slide underneath the covers and I walk around the bed, stepping in as well. We stare at the ceiling and the only thing we can hear is the breathing of one another.

I missed being in the Wilson’s residence. I missed the talks we would have, the food we would eat and the way the boys would talk. They’ve gone a long way and I sound like an old grandma, but I am so proud of them. Growing up during the blip, watching their mom work hard, that must’ve been tough, but they pulled through.

They grew up to be fine young men, who are strong, who are kind and mostly, who still know how to be kids.

But what’s different now is the presence of Sam and it’s not an unpleasant one. He obviously loves his sister and nephews and even after coming back from a rough mission, he gives them his time and attention.

Everything he has to offer.

Even if that means annoying his sister about the family boat. Sarah told me all about that dragon of a money sucker. It costs a lot and she doesn’t have time nor the money to renovate.

‘Where have you been?’ he asks.

‘When?’

‘Those five years and those months after the shield.’

I let out a sigh. ‘I have been wandering around the country after the blip, hoping to find out more about me. To no luck, I came in empty handed. After the shield, I continued wandering. Just realized I needed family. I needed Sarah.’

‘Thanks for helping her out.’

‘Oh, she didn’t need helping out,’ I say. ‘Besides, I wasn’t much of a help.’

‘I bet you were,’ Sam says with a smile. ‘You’re tired, go have some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.’

That night, I yet again have a dreamless dream. I never dream. Maybe I did, but I don’t remember. I barely remember everything. There are three major things in life that are the foundation of my life.

I hate cold weather, the person who has been playing a major role in my life is Bucky, who I haven’t spoken to for months and I have enhanced powers, but I have no idea where they are coming from.

Things in my life never made sense.

I remember when Zemo freed me, only for me to roam through the city of Münich and be caught by the team of Everett Ross. How Bucky has been a part of my life, has always been a mystery, because Bucky can only tell me he would see me back in his cell, before Hydra wiped him.

But what have I got to do with Hydra?

The next morning my eyes flutter open. I take a deep breath and lift up my head, only to realize I was resting it on Sam’s strong chest. ‘Morning,’ he says, his voice deep and it almost sounds like liquid gold.

Shit, I’m too close. ‘Good morning,’ I say, pushing myself up. ‘I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’

‘Sure? You feared you were overstepping, but now I am the one. How long have I been… resting like this.’

‘The second you drifted off to sleep. You’re a wild one. Think I’ve got at least a few bruises and broken ribs with that super strength of yours.’

‘Sorry,’ I chuckle. ‘I hope you’re okay.’

‘I’ll live.’ He sits up straighter and rubs his eyes.

‘How did you sleep?’ I ask.

‘Alright,’ he says. ‘It always takes a bit of getting used to when I get back here.’

‘I see.’

The door barges open, only to see Sarah. ‘There you two are,’ she says, tying up her robe she wears over her pajamas. ‘You should see the news. They are announcing the new Captain America.’

My heart stops beating for a moment and I look over my shoulder to see Sam. He gets up, puts on some clothes, while I grab some sweats. We all walk into the living room, only to see the boys already sitting in front of the screen.

‘Every day Americans feel it,’ the man on the television says. ‘While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values.’

I watch Sam staring at the screen, as he talks place on the couch. I carefully sit next to him, hoping he is not spooked by my presence.

He isn’t.

‘We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero.’

I don’t know whether Sam is disappointed in himself for believing the shield was gonna be exhibited in the Smithsonian or in the government who betrayed him.

Either way, watching this must be awful.

‘Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.’

The new Captain America. It’s like a punch in the gut. The cheering, the waving of the generic John Walker holding a shield that isn’t his.

I place my hand on his knee and for a split second I fear he is going to swat it away.

But then I feel the warmth of his palm on my hand and he looks to the side. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say enough.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say.

He nods. ‘Yeah, me too, Quinn. Me too.’

[cevansbrat0007]

@syntheticavenger You are one of the first writers I discovered during my early days on Tumblr. I'm such a huge fan! Totally fangirling over your reblogging my work. Thank you!

Cevansbrat0007′s Masterlist

Masterlists within updated with NEW stories as of 10/9/22!

Thanks for stopping by! My official Masterlist(s) can be found below. Likes, reblogs, comments, and suggestions are always welcome and appreciated! Special thanks to my friend, @birdie-girl​ for helping me organize my life. Happy reading, friends!

Stories marked with (**) indicate smut or implied smut. Minors DNI.

Keep reading

[cevansbrat0007]

hi!! do u know if ur still gonna write the fic where reader and her friend get spanked together?

Good Girls & Little White Lies: Dubai

Summary: You and Mya are tired of being cooped up in the Avengers Compound, so you plan a quick trip while your boys are away on a mission. They'll never find out... Steve Rogers x Black!Reader Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC

*Warnings: Slightly Bratty Reader, Slightly Bratty OFC, Name Calling, Angry Avengers, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), Ridiculousness for no real reason,  Minors DNI

A/N: Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

The first time the thought of escape crossed your mind was three weeks into your newfound captivity at the Avengers Compound when Peter had asked you and your best friend, Mya, why you two “always seemed so on edge” on Thursday nights. You two had shared a glance as you picked at your respective Lamb Curry and Chicken Tikka Masala, unsure of how you were supposed to answer that one without admitting the new lifestyle you now led, courtesy of Captain America and Falcon.

Why weren’t you ladies a fan of Thursdays? Simple. Thursdays with your men meant that it was Maintenance Night, which also meant that spankings were in your future. The awful thing about maintenance spankings was that it didn’t matter how good you’d been over the course of the week. Oh no. No matter how well behaved you were, you still had a hand or a belt or, worst of all, a paddle, in your future. And it hurt.

“Oh do we? That’s weird. Probably because the same show we watch comes on tonight or something.” She shrugs and goes back to grazing on her Masala. You take a bite of your shared garlic naan. 

Peter shrugs and walks away. Thank you, bestie.

“I’m going to burn that fucking paddle.” Mya murmurs. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, honey?” You respond as you dip your naan in the gravy of your curry. “That might just make things worse.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but have you ever been spanked by a very determined and very thorough Sam Wilson?” She jabs her fork into an innocent piece of chicken. 

“Can’t say I have, Mya. But my boyfriend happens to be a physically enhanced super soldier. He spanks me well and often. I can tell you that it hurts.” You grace her with a pointed look. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to fight about this. No matter how you shook it, this shit sucked. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just can’t keep living like this. It’s like, no matter how good I behave, here comes a motherfucking spanking.” 

You nod at her words. “I understand. This is not…ideal. The bastards are lucky we love them, because this shit is for the birds.”

Steve and Sam pick that moment to walk into the kitchenette.

“Good evening, ladies.” Sam rumbles. “Mya, are you almost done with dinner? It’s nearly time for our…conversation.” He strokes a large hand through her hair.

“How’s your food, Y/N?” Steve asks before stealing your fork to take a bite. “Mmm. Tastes good, baby. But speaking of conversations…” He pins you with a knowing look. “C’mon now. You’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just skip tonight, please? I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, what she said.” Mya whines. 

“That’s enough out of you two.” Sam growls. “Mya, you have ten minutes to finish and clean up before I come back and get you.” He leans down to peck her lips. 

Steve’s hand goes to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze. “Same goes for you, baby. See you in ten.”

They leave the room, leaving you and Mya to look at each other. “Alright, Mya.” You manage to grit out. “They leave to go on a mission in a couple of days. When they do, we’re going to burn those paddles and take a fucking trip out of this damned country. We can be there and gone before they even get back. They’ll never know, and it will keep me from murdering Steve Rogers in is sleep.”

“I’m down.” She lowers her voice. “Where do you want to go?”

You giggle softly. “Remember that one time we went to Dubai and how much fun we had? Let’s do that again.”

“Fuck yeah.”

—

Somehow, you both survive your punishments. And then, the moment you see your boys off for their mission, you get to work.

Paddles? Burnt.

Tickets? Purchased. 

Hotel? Booked.

Natasha and Tony had tried to advise you both against your plans, but you were done. When it was said and done, they had agreed not to say anything. And Stark had even offered you access to his private jet. 

Ticket refund? Accepted. 

And then it was just you and your girl. Three days. In Dubai. We’re talking drinks, dinner, days spent curled up reading books by the beach. Everything had been wonderful. And the best part? You were both able to sit down comfortably without a fucking pillow.

“This was a great idea, baby.” Mya wraps an arm around your neck as you stroll back to your shared hotel room. “Too bad it has to end tomorrow.”

“I know.” You sigh. “This was amazing. I’m so glad you’re my best friend, Mya. I love you.”

“Aww. I love you too. I would not be able to make it through this life without you, Y/N. Especially not with these men. Why do we love them?”

“Dunno.” You grumble. “Maybe because they’re cute and they’ve helped save the world a couple times? I’m just spitballing here.” You toss a wink in her direction as you go to open your door, only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you see Steve and Sam…

Sitting on your respective beds. You don’t have to look at Mya to know that she just about shit her pants. Fuck!

“Hello, girls.” Steve says. “Gotta say, tracking you two down was fun. We’re here to take you home.” 

“We sure are. We’ve already got your stuff packed and everything.” Sam growls. “Ready to go?” 

“Oh, but Sam. I think we need to take care of something before we get our girls on the jet, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. Come on in, ladies. Unless you two want an audience.” You and Mya both shake your heads and attempt to back out of the room. 

“Don’t you do it.” Steve snarls. “Don’t you dare even think about it.” You and Mya share a glance and then take off in opposite directions. She goes left, you go right.

“Goddamnit!” Sam snarls. “Get back here!”

You hear your bestie squeal when Sam manages to capture her before hauling her limp body back to the room. Steve is on you seconds later. He picks you up around your waist as he drags you back to your room as well. How did they even have a key? That had to be some kind of violation on a number of levels.     

Just that quick, the four of you are back inside. And you watch in slow motion horror as Sam lowers your best friend facedown over his lap. Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. You watch as she struggles, prompting Sam to throw one thickly muscled leg over her much smaller thighs.

And then you realize Steve is doing the same thing. “Wait, baby…no. Don’t do this. I’ll get on the jet with you. We - we both will. Please don’t do this.” 

"Yes we will!" Mya yells.

“Quiet!” Both men bark at the same time. 

“You two want to act up at the same time, you get punished at the same time. You need to learn.” Sam grunts. 

“Thanks for your input, Daffy. Gotta tell you, I cannot wait until it’s duck hunting season. I swear to god I’ll - oww!” Steve smacks your ass hard before raising the skirt of your dress to deliver another resounding smack. “Oww!”

“What have I told you about insulting Sam?” He smacks your ass again. “Apologize, now!” Another smack.

“No. He’s annoying.” You whimper. Smack! Smack!

“I’m sorry. But please note that I’m only apologizing under duress.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He mumbles as he lays a series of hard swats on Mya’s exposed butt. “Sammy, stop! It hurts!” You watch out of the corner of your eye as she tries to surge out of his lap. 

“Good. Spankings should hurt. Ah ah, don’t you even think about putting your hand back here, little girl.” You can hear her crying now. You’re not too far behind.

You on the other hand were struggling in Steve’s lap. “Keep still, Y/N. We’re going to finish this spanking and then you’re going into the corner to think about your actions while I make sure I’ve grabbed all of your things, you naughty little brat.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Steve, please, baby!” You wail as your boyfriend hits a particularly sensitive spot.  You could not believe your bare ass was out in front of your friend like this. This right here was fucking embarassing. You wince when you hear Mya cry out.

“Don’t you hit her that hard, you brute.” You hiss at Sam.

“Quiet, Y/N. Don’t make me roast this ass even more than I’m already about to.”

END