#falcon fan fiction

[blackleatherjacketz]

Point of No Return

Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character

Summary: While preparing for a mission where she has to seduce their target, Zemo convinces her to show him how she plans on doing it.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Daniel Bruhl’s Magnetic Essence, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sugar Daddy Undertones, Soft Dom Zemo, Roleplay, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Lingerie, Dresses, Tuxedos, Kissing, Face Holding, Teasing, Hair Pulling, Zemo’s Hands, Eye Contact, Classical Music References, Zemo Possibly Catching Feelings

Word Count: 3.7K

Tags: Thank you to @bullet-prooflove for helping me concoct this universe! @letsby @imadeadpoett @mrsmaxwelllord @genevievedarcygranger​

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“How does it fit?” He doesn’t bother to look at her as she walks into his room wearing the gown he had made especially for her, one he was certain would fit every curve and angle of her body. He takes care to glance over just as she looks away, pretending not to notice how the vibrant color of the cloth complements the olive tones in her skin, accented only by the raven locks that cascade down her shoulders.

“Well enough, I guess.” She lifts her arms up, defeated by the fact that her chromosomes drew her the short straw in the group tonight.

She had dressed up a handful of times before; weddings, parties and funerals all placing her in dresses of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, but none of them were quite like this. None of them had clung so tightly to her skin, restricted her movement or made her feel so incredibly vulnerable that she questioned her ability to carry out her skill set in the presence of her colleagues… and him.

The baron looks up at her as she slowly turns around in front of him, noticing that the zipper on the back of her dress is still only halfway up. “You’re not zipped all the way.”

“What?” She turns to each side to get a better view of the back of her dress, bending her arms backward in a failed attempt to get a grip on the elusive zipper, splaying her fingers out across the fabric.

“Here,” he presses his lips together and walks toward her, motioning for her to turn around, “Allow me.”

She walks over to the full sized mirror to get a better look at herself, making an effort to grab hold of her dress as if to show him that she can do it herself. She’ll be damned if she actually needs a man to help her to get into this thing, even if he is the one who paid for it. And the flat they’re currently staying in. And their mode of transportation. And all their meals. And everything else.

Damnit.

She huffs before letting go of the silky cloth, reluctantly letting him take his place behind her. Although she had thought about it a few times before, she had never let the baron get this close to her, heeding her partners’ warnings of his hidden agendas and dual nature. Even with the heels she has on he still towers over her, the top of her head barely meeting his eyeline as they both look straight forward into the mirror. It’s almost as if they’re posing for a formal portrait, a snapshot of this moment in time portraying them as an opulent couple who had been together for years, his hand finding a sudden familiarity on her lower back.

“It suits you,” he whispers into her ear, tracing his way down her shoulder blade with his opposite hand.

“Does it?” She keeps her eyes on their reflection in the mirror, hoping that her makeup is heavy enough to hide the flushing of her cheeks as his fingers send a shiver down her spine. She’s supposed to be getting into character, one who is single and ready to mingle with their target long enough for Sam and Bucky to get the information they need; not one who can’t get over the intoxicating scent of her benefactor’s cologne.

“You don’t think so?” He takes his time feathering his fingertips over her silken strap as it curves its way into the unfastened bodice. He follows it down the inner arch of her back, noticing the absence of black lace or any other delicate fabric underneath. “You’re not wearing the lingerie I set out for you.”

“It was too bulky, didn’t look right.” She pauses as he excites the skin on her lower back, sparking a hint of heat into her core. “It’s just been a while since I’ve worn a dress, is all,” she starts to explain herself, feeling his breath warm against her hairline as his lips brush the shell of her ear.

Good God, why does he have to be so fucking handsome?

“You should wear them more often.” He reaches the tiny metal zipper at the base of her spine and slowly pulls it upward before laying it down flush against the material of her bodice. “You’re a vision in red, but every piece of your costume serves a purpose, tells a part of the story.” He takes a breath, pausing before continuing on, “You’re going to have to do more than just look the part tonight.”

“I know that,” she says, more to herself than to him as she watches his hand smooth its way over her hip in the mirror. She holds her breath as he guides it up her belly, inhaling as it curves over her breast and touches the bare skin on her chest.

“Do you?” He reaches her chin with the pads of his fingers, turning her face away from the mirror. “You’re going to have to distract him.” He tilts her chin up so that she has no other choice but to look into the dark caramel of his eyes. “You’re going to have to seduce him.”

“I can do that.” Her sentence wavers as it leaves her lips, a pathetic whisper of a promise as he drags his fingers off of her face.

“Can you?” He lets go of her completely, taking a step back before turning on his heel. “Sam seems to have a lot of confidence in your abilities, but I have my doubts.”

“Really?” She watches him walk away from her, his musk still lingering on her skin as he casually makes his way over to the vanity. “Is that why you can’t stop touching me?” She does her best to sound level headed as she challenges him, her body already yearning for his touch. “Your doubts?”

“My attraction to you isn’t in question here.” He states the obvious so matter-of-factly that it takes her by surprise, keeping any rebuttal she may have prepared still in her throat. “Your ability to stand out from the dozens of other European socialites is. And we want him… need him to do more than just touch you.”

“I can’t apologize enough for being an American,” she puts her hands on her hips, still flustered by his flippancy, “But I can do a British accent if you want.”

“No.” He puts a hand up to stop her before letting it fall to his side. “I want you to be as believable as possible.”

“Okay, then I just won’t talk as much.” She takes a deep breath. “That usually works on men of any social class, they all love the sound of their own voice.”

“Is that so?” He scoffs, leaning his back against the vanity. “If you’re so confident in your skills, then why don’t you show me what you plan on doing.”

Her heart nearly stops as it’s beating, its last contraction a loud and heavy thump in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. If he wanted her so badly, then why didn’t he just keep touching her? Why didn’t he take the chance to kiss her when his lips were so close to her mouth only moments ago? Why pull away at all? Maybe he is just as manipulative as Sam had warned her about.

“Excuse me?” She checks, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline as his lips curl into a smirk.

He can’t be serious, can he?

He merely nods with a sound confidence that only the baron of Sokovia could have. “I’d like to see how you’re going to keep his attention. The lives of dozens of people depend on it.”

“Well,” she starts, eager to play his game. They have a few hours to kill before the party starts, and she can’t think of any better way to fill each passing minute than to get his hands back on her body. “I’ll walk by him and… I’ll give him the look.” She’s never really had to think through what she’s done in the past to get a man’s attention. It always just seemed to happen to her without her really trying.

“The look?” He stands up straight, tilting his head to get a better grasp of the idea.

“You know…” she turns to the side and glances at him, lashes batting with feigned desire. “The look.”

“And?”

“And?” She laughs, exacerbated. “And I’ll look away then wait for him to approach me.” She looks up to see an unamused look on his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ll laugh at his jokes, touch his arm, touch my neck, things like that.”

“And if he doesn’t have any jokes for you to laugh at? What then?” He raises his eyebrows scoldingly, his tone dripping with acid. “Julian isn’t nearly as kind or as generous as I am, and it’s imperative that you distract him tonight. We can’t count solely on the luck you’ve had with men in the past.”

“What makes you think I’ve had any luck in the past?” She decides to commit to the bit wholeheartedly now, wondering what it will take to bring that sensual side of the baron back out to play. She steps toward him in her heels, careful not to make too much noise in them as she corners him against the dresser.

“Women like you usually haven’t had to seduce anyone before.” He inhales as she gets closer, pressing his back against the vanity as the different colored liquids sway to and fro inside their delicate glass bottles.

“Women like me?” She smiles and touches the hem of his waistcoat, a timeless piece he undoubtedly kept in storage from a lifetime ago. “What do you know about women like me?” She slides her fingers up his chest, following the design of his tuxedo to the fastened collar of his dress shirt.

“I know enough.” His words barely blow a few stray strands of hair away from her face, their tone shaking just a little at the end.

“Really?” She stands up even higher on her tiptoes, the bottom of her heels leaving the ground as she smoothes her hand beneath his tuxedo jacket. “You seem so confident in your skills.” She uses his own line against him, whispering her taunt against his ear as she slides her hand up the base of his neck. “But your years behind bars would prove that you’re a little out of practice.” She smiles against his skin as his palms warm her waist.

“One would venture to say that it’s as easy as pedaling a bicycle.” His fingers find the zipper they spent so much time and effort pulling up just moments before, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “A muscle memory, if you will.” He tugs it slowly down her backside, loosening her bodice along with the straps around her shoulders.

“Well, I’ve always heard that practice makes perfect.” She presses her fingers into his hairline, forcing him to look down at her as she brings her other hand up to mirror its movements. She can smell his cologne even deeper at this proximity, his raging pulse enriching the notes of cedar wood and patchouli into her nostrils as she massages his scalp. It’s different than anything else she’s ever smelled before, a perfect signature scent for a man unlike anyone else she’s ever met before.

She continues to card her fingers through his hair as she gazes upon him, the chestnut hues in his irises making way for expanding pupils as they dart nervously over her features. She can feel his chest as it rises against hers, expanding with each prolonged inhalation as his heart beats wildly inside. He must be just as rapt as she is with the scent he dabbed onto her wrists earlier, a rich floral perfume with a hint of orange that is ‘fit for a queen’, if she remembers his words correctly. She presses her thumbs into his temples before sliding them down his cheeks to hold his face merely millimeters away from her own.

“Don’t you want to be perfect?” She parts her lips and feathers them over his, teasing the idea of a kiss that’s only just out of reach.

“More than anything.” He nods as he takes her in, his body giving him away as his nose gently nudges into hers. He opens his mouth and kisses her, tasting the savory combination of her lips and tongue as he slides his hands up the muscles of her exposed back. He pulls her in close, finally exhaling into her as he lets his guard down for the very first time in over a decade. He wants to relish every inch of her, to memorize how she feels as she trembles against him, but he must stay on track.

“Remove my jacket,” he tells her, smoothing his palms across her neck and shoulders before letting his arms fall to his side.

She nods and presses her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers beneath the thick black fabric of his coat. She takes her time sliding it off of his arms, carefully folding it in half before draping it over the back of the chair next to the bed.

“Now my tie.” His words are cold against the warmth of her cheek as she unfastens his off-white bow tie. “You’re doing well, darling, but I’m going to need you to look up at me with those eyes while you undress me.” He lifts her chin with a curled finger beneath it, holding himself back from tugging on her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let him know how badly you want it.” He tries to circle back to his original plan by taking his own needs and desires out of the situation, but it’s obvious that he’s already dipped his toe into the shoreline of the point of no return.

“Okay.” She finishes pulling his tie out of his collar, the fancy bow now reduced to a single flat piece of cloth as she makes quick work of unbuttoning his vest and shirt between intentional stolen glances.

With his clothes off he’s absolutely beautiful, his broad chest and trim figure nothing how she imagined it would be, but somehow that much more alluring to her. Dark hair scatters its way across his chest, mixing in with a constellation of moles down his belly and into his pants that seem to be growing tighter in between his thighs, proving the effectiveness of her skills.

“Now get out of that dress and onto the bed.” His order ties a knot into her stomach, the authoritative tone of his voice pulling on her muscles as his callous words do more for her libido than she cares to admit. She should probably unpack the origin of that gut reaction when she gets a chance, but there’s a time and place for all of that.

She turns around and unzips the rest of her gown, casually sliding it off her shoulders with ease as she steps out of her heels. She takes a moment to look back at him with her practiced stare, catching him with a hungry look in his eye as she follows his instructions. She only smirks before looking away again, stepping out of the gown and over to the king sized bed in her bare feet. She hears him undress his bottom half on his own, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and pants zipper echoing loudly in this tiny little bedroom as she climbs up onto the freshly made bed.

She takes her time turning over onto her back, spreading her legs in full display as he finally approaches her, now just as naked as she is. All of the sudden he isn’t this manipulative mastermind who lied, cheated and killed his way to revenge. He isn’t an escaped felon, a criminal or an enemy of the state. He isn’t even a baron, her benefactor, or the one hope to get the information she needs for this mission.

He’s just a man.

She sits up and reaches out to him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist before bringing his hand to her breast. She waits for him to squeeze it before looking up at him just like he’s told her to, letting her eyes fill up with desire as he grows right in front of her face. “Still doubting my skills, Baron?” She chides, opening her mouth to lick his tip.

“No.” He takes a deep breath as she tastes him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as her perfect lips wrap around his cock. “Not at all.” He runs his other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she opens the back of her throat to take him in completely. He lets his eyelids fall down as her lips reach his pelvis, tugging on her hair so that her tongue encases his shaft as she sucks her way back up. He guides her back down again, repeating the motion over and over as he nearly gets lost in how good her mouth feels as it glides over his throbbing member. He can’t get over how the warmth of her lips and the sensation of her tongue are far superior than that of his hand slick with spit in the cool recesses of his prison cell.

He also can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here, a conditionally free man who gets to enjoy a woman so utterly gorgeous as she does nearly anything that he asks…. a real, tangible woman. She looks so beautiful like this, eyes wide as she nearly chokes on his girth, saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. He could finish like this in a matter of minutes if he wanted to, his hand in her hair as she swallows his release; leaving Sam and James none the wiser to their current activities, but he wants something more. He wants to know what she feels like from the inside, how the warmth of her cunt compares to the warmth of her mouth as her features contort with the pleasure he’s so ready to give her.

He pulls her off of him and loosens his grip on her hair, smoothing it out as he memorizes every curve of her face before leaning down to kiss her. He can feel himself walking straight into the depth of his desires, subconsciously crossing that line between motivation and need, between restraint and reckless abandon. At this point he doesn’t care what they’re supposed to be doing or how he’s supposed to be acting, all he can bring himself to care about is how he can taste himself on her lips as he presses his knees into the mattress.

He pushes her onto her back and climbs on top of her, kissing his way up her legs before tasting the moisture between her thighs, savoring the delicacy of her tangy flavor with muffled moans. He feels her fingers weave their way into his hair as she writhes beneath him, groaning as he laps her up until those groans increase in pitch, climbing up the octave scale one note at a time. It’s as if she’s singing her very own aria, telling the story of her pleasure to the centuries-old walls as he greedily dines on her flesh.

He grabs onto her wrists as the twitching of her hips becomes more sporadic, holding them down at her sides as that inner music moves its way through her. It steals her breath, turning that consistent vibrato in her lungs to a stifled staccato as her flavor grows sweeter beneath his tongue. It’s the most divine thing he’s ever heard in his life, each note sticking out in his memory forever as he kisses his way up her pelvis and chest, trying his best not to suck a few bruises into the delicate skin of her neck.

He releases his grip on her wrists, lifting her thighs around his waist as she nods for him to continue, pushing that staccato deep inside of her. He watches her mouth fall open as he stretches her out, leaning down to kiss her lips as he takes his turn adding his own groans to their proper duet. He takes advantage of the freedom of these walls, moaning into her as she envelops him with her velvety warmth, bringing him even closer to the brink.

He grabs onto her jaw as he rocks into her, gradually picking up the pace as their hearts provide the drum beat to their chaotic song of groans and grunts. He can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder to soften his fervor, tasting the salt of her skin as she reaches another octave while he pushes inside at a brand new angle.

“You feel so good,” she barely whispers, crossing her legs behind his back to keep him there. “Oh my God, Zemo!” She wraps her arms around his back in a similar fashion, pulling him in even closer as their steady collection of notes build upon each other, one right after the other with each rhythmic thrust of his hips until they both reach the height of their crescendo.

He cries out against her shoulder as the pleasure washes over him, releasing his bliss inside her walls in irregular spurts as he merges his body with hers, both of them vibrating in rhythm together. He kisses his way up her neck and jawline, still holding her face in his hand as he kisses her lips and cheeks. He pulls back, opening his mouth as if to say something mean or witty, to reinstate the power dynamics of their relationship, but the ecstasy wreaking havoc on his nervous system won’t let that happen. Instead he only kisses her again, soft and gentle as he rests his forehead against hers while he allows himself to forget everything that’s happened except for this very moment. He allows himself another scene of romance after their passionate duet, knowing full well that it can only last as long as it takes for the curtain to fall and the next act to begin.

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[buckyalpine]

What is it? It’s a duck

More bs incorrect quotes, more here, not related, just pure ridiculousness I like to pull out my ass every so often: 

If It walks like a duck

If it Talks like a duck

Also my inspo for one of the scenes below: 

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You snorted watching the puppy mount its toy, his eyes locked on his target as he started wiggling his hips, clearly determined to hump it itll it could squeak no more. 

“Butters!” You couldn’t help but whip your phone out, tears streaking down your face while Bucky rolled his eyes at the romping pooch. “Oh my gosh, Isn’t Butters so cute Bucky?” 

“No” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, he wasn’t jealous of the 2 lb furball smaller than his hand that had all your attention as of late. Not at all. 

“C’mon, how can you not laugh” 

“Oh but when I do it, its stop Bucky, go to sleep Bucky, use your right hand Bucky, porn is free Bucky” 

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You: I know you took it

Bucky: I didn’t do anything *innocently pouts*

You: I saw you eyeing it Barnes, where’d you put it

Bucky: I would never look at, so much as eat something as childish as dunkaroos y/n. In fact, I’m so insulted, I’m going to my room. 

*Leaves to go to his room, snickering to himself while he goes and pulls out the box, ripping open the packet, dunking his finger in the frosting* 

Bucky: No one ever has to know

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Steve: How was your walk in the park

Bucky: Fine

Sam: How’s the weather out, was thinking about going for a run

Bucky: Fine *his eyes suspiciously glancing around the room* 

Steve:...Did something happen Buck?

Bucky: Nope.

*Meow*

Sam: Did you just meow?

Bucky:...yep. Can’t a grown man meow Sam. I spent years under ice, just got my life back, finally sort of free and you’re telling me I can’t meow? Meow, I’ll meow all I want. What does the doggy say? bow wow, what does the kitty say? Meow meow

*meow*

*Bucky panics*

Bucky: What does the moo cow say? AAHHHHH!

Sam: Okay *throws his hands up, scrunching his face when he notices movement in Bucky’s leather jacket” Motherfucker what are you hiding

Steve: Okay, spill Buck

*Bucky reaches into his coat, pulling out a tiny white stray kitten*

Bucky: Her name is Alpine

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You: That bitch has Dunkaroo frosting on his lips, I can see it 

*You narrow your eyes at Bucky as he walks in, cookie crumbs and a the tiniest smearing of frosting on his pouty bottom lip*

Sam: How you gonna prove it 

You: Watch

*You walk over, grab his face, squishing his cheeks together* 

You: Right. There! See?! I can see it right there! It’s my dunkaroos all over your face!

Bucky: Is not

You: Is too

Bucky: is not

You: Is too

Bucky: Go a head and taste it then, prove it

You: Fine!

*You grab his face, smash your lips onto his, letting your tongue slip past his parted lips. He growls against your lips, picking you up by the backs of your thigs and placing you onto the counter, the both of you saying fuck all to oxygen*

You: I can taste-the icing-on your tongue *You’re out of breath, his hands coming up to grab your waist*

Bucky: You sure about that?

You: No, let me check again *Grabs his shirt, your hair tangling into his locks, kissing him again*

Sam: Good grief, we get it, he stole them! 

You: I-I knew you took them *you pant, your forehead resting against his while he huffs out a laugh*

Bucky: Should’ve stolen this instead *Grabs you for another kiss*

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[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper

Chapter 2

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. This starts off tame, pure fluff. Soft Sam. Cursing and allusions to body parts and sex. This series will get explicit so I will keep the community label on mature. There will be angst and smut. Mentions of sick parents, responsible adulting, and unfair burdens. AAVE intentional language.

Summary: This starts off about a week or so before Captain America and The Winter Soldier. You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Your best friend suckers you into going with Sam on a coffee run.

Word Count: 2,275k

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A/N: The more I rewatch The Winter Soldier, I know I'm primarily drooling over Seb like everyone else, but I've really come to appreciate Sam. He's hilarious and Anthony Mackie is perfect. I just wanted to contribute a little something. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“You got a little drool there," Your best friend, Ariel, said and smacked your face with a folder. You jumped, pulled from your daydreaming, and smacked her back.

“Am not,” you muttered. You covertly wiped your mouth and Ariel laughed. “I saw that, ho,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and shuffled papers in front of you, grumbling to yourself. You didn’t want to look, but your eyes were drawn towards the front. Towards Sam. He stood talking to a veteran after their meeting and he was engaged, focused, listening. You briefly wondered what it would be like to have that focus on you.

You mentally shook yourself. You did not need those problems. Still, your eyes tracked him. How he moved, how he laughed. His smile was infectious. He was the type that not only heard you, but listened. 

“When are you gonna tell that boy how badly you want to rip his–”

“Shush!” You scolded. 

Ariel laughed and continued filing away client files. “He’s way over there, you think he can hear me?” 

You shrugged. “We just found out Norse gods are real, supersoldiers coming back from the ice and shit, and aliens tried to take over New York. So yeah, you never know.” 

Ariel laughed. “If Sam is special or whatever, don’t you think we would’ve found out by now? With how much you stare at him?” 

“Hey, I don’t stare. It’s not like I can look at anything else. This is literally the front desk.” 

Ariel held up her hands. “He ain’t sorry to look at. I’m just sayin’. You’d know if his fine ass had any super powers.”

You rolled your eyes again and focused on the meeting schedule in front of you and client emails. You bit your lip as you concentrated, intent on actually getting some work done. 

Veterans Affairs was usually a chill place. As the front desk clerk, there wasn’t a lot of responsibility. Which you preferred. The hours were flexible, boss was understanding, and despite Ariel always talkin’ shit, you had good company. And yeah, the view wasn’t bad.

Again, your mind drifted to Sam. It didn’t make any sense for him to look that fine working in a place like this. But he was good with the veterans. His groups filled up fast sometimes, to the point where he’d stay for just one more. 

You sighed. You were a grown woman. You had no business lusting after a man. 

“Good afternoon, ladies.”

You jumped and looked over at Sam. Sam, standing in front of you. Sam, looking at you and smiling. You froze. Did you conjure him? Did he catch you staring?

Ariel elbowed you as she turned in the small front desk area and leaned on the desk. “Good afternoon, Sam. How goes it?” 

“Afternoon,” you managed to mumble. You think. Idiot. How exactly do you talk to a man that you were just picturing naked? You bet it was big too. Fuck. You were thinking it again.

“Pretty good. I got some time before my next group. I was going to head to the cafe up the street and get something.” Sam kept his eyes fixed on you. You pointedly did not look at him. You didn’t care if you were being rude. You just wanted your face to stop giving away your nasty thoughts.

“Really! What a coincidence. Y/N was just saying she felt a little peckish,” Ariel said. 

You whipped your head towards her and glared. You stumbled over your words. You couldn’t deny that shit fast enough. 

“I-uh, well, my-my family packed something for me,” you said. 

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t want to be seen around town with someone like me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “That’s not true! I would never–I mean, I’m not…”

Sam laughed again. “I’m joking, Y/N.” How did he manage to make your name sound so…melodic? 

You laughed nervously and licked your lips. You were a well educated woman, oldest child, and Sam turned you into a bumbling idiot. 

“One of these days I’ll wear you down. You’ll have to give me a good excuse or go on and accept a date with me.” 

Your cheeks couldn’t burn hotter. You thanked whoever was listening that your dark skin hid your blush. “Sam…”

He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m not pressuring you, I swear. I’m just sayin’, I’m a good time.” His smirk made his high cheekbones stick out. 

“She knows it. She’s just stubborn,” Ariel said. 

You stood up and bumped her with your hip, offering a small and fake apology. “I am not,” you said.

“I know it. I’ll have to impress her, right? Get her to take a chance on me?” Sam asked Ariel.

“Mhhm, poor thing needs to be hit over the head,” Ariel said. 

“Are ya’ll done laughing at my expense?” 

“No!” Sam and Ariel said at the same time. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips. 

Hell, you didn’t know why you kept saying no anyway. Well, you did. But your excuses never fazed Ariel. You had a busy home life, with family that depended on you. Was it really fair to start something up if you couldn’t follow through? 

Ariel would say yes. That you deserved fun. That it didn’t have to be anything other than casual. But your crush was anything but casual. You wanted this man, biblically. You couldn’t string two sentences around the man. 

But did you want your family to run your life? Just because you were responsible didn’t mean you had to be boring. You weren’t always like this. This…goop of a puddle who couldn’t look a man in the eye. You were gorgeous, goddamn it! You had curves, a nice ass, and a cute face. Tits weren’t bad either. 

“One trip to the cafe?” You asked.

Sam grinned and nodded. “One trip. Harmless,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.

Mhmm. You looked at Ariel who pumped her fist. The bitch could at least be subtle about it. You giggled and gathered your purse.

“It appears I’m taking my break now,” you told Ariel. 

“Take ya time. All the time you need,” Ariel said and eyed Sam up and down. She was embarrassing enough for the both of you.

You exited the closed off desk area, returning the half door to its place. You were doing it. You were standing next to him. You also felt like you were going to throw up, but you’d take the victory where you could.

Sam led the way out of the VA building and you blinked into the late DC sun. You forgot how dark it could be in the building. You needed to head out more and get some sun on your bones.

Together, you walked with Sam towards the small cafe on the corner. You walked in silence for a bit, biting the inside of your cheek. You were so painfully awkward.

“I gotta say, I’m shocked to see you out from behind the desk.”

You laughed. “Not what you was picturing?” You asked.

“Better.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Boy…”

He laughed. “I’m sorry,” he said and didn’t look the least bit sorry. He always looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. Instead of looking like an asshole, he looked like he was dying to tell it.

“Can you blame me? I’ve been askin’ for months.” He said. You waited at a corner for the light to turn so you could cross. Sam got on the other side of you, so that he was closest to the oncoming traffic. Your heart melted a tiny bit.

DC was expansive and yet seemed so small. Cars were jam packed, honking, and everyone was rushing around. Everyone walked with a purpose, some place to be and something to do. There was a light breeze and the sun was losing its heat.

“I’m sorry about that…”

“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m just sayin’ I’m grateful I get to spend any time with you. Whatever you’re cool with, I promise.”

“I like that you ask me out. I hate havin’ to say no.” You admitted. It was so damn true, it hurt. You did hate saying no. You hated that he would smile through it all, so understanding. But you knew he was disappointed. 

“Why do you say no?” He asked. He asked it softly, not judging. Sam was so damn sweet, you should have a cavity.

You took a deep breath as you crossed the street. It was a loaded question. Where did you start? A hermit mom who was too scared to leave the house after New York? Your stubborn but ailing dad who refused to go to the hospital? Your wild and out siblings who never took shit seriously? 

“Home life is kind of…chaotic. After New York, everyone’s been on edge. I know it was two years ago, but it doesn’t really help. We had live footage that nasty aliens exist.” 

Sam nodded his head. He held the door open for you as you went inside the cafe. The heavenly aroma of fresh bread and coffee made your mouth water. The cafe was smallish, mostly for getting the order to go. There were tables and chairs for people to sit but they were all occupied. 

The shop itself had a new age, almost hippy vibe but was every inch the upscale coffee shop political types loved. Everything was modern, clean, and even had a chalkboard menu. Because of course they did.

You stood in line. “Yeah, that was insane to watch on TV before the cameras went down. I’ve talked to plenty of people that still fear going outside. You afraid of another attack?” 

You sighed. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, bless him. But it wasn’t you that was afraid. Your mother’s nerves were so bad, they were contagious. It was easier to stay home than have her call you ten times per minute to make sure you were safe. Yes, you were aware that it had nothing to do with you. But you were trying, okay? 

“Not me, exactly,” you said and laughed. “It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to. But I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to,” he said.

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Sam.”

He smiled. You approached the barista and ordered. You reached for your wallet when Sam stopped you. “I asked you here, it’s my treat.”

“Sam, no. I can pay for my order.”

“Never said you couldn’t. My treat,” he said. He handed the barista his card and paid for the order anyway. You scowled. It only made him laugh.

“It’s only a few bucks.” 

“That’s not the point. I don’t like people paying for me,” you said.

“Not even as a treat?” He asked. You both moved off to the side to wait for your coffee and muffin. 

“Not really,” you said.

Sam smiled. “I’m sorry. Tell you what. We can walk here again tomorrow and I’ll let you pay. I’ll even order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You just want to walk here again with me.”

“Did it work?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. Dammit, yes. You nodded and he celebrated. “I’ll take it.”

You grabbed your order and headed back towards the building, asking how he got started into counseling. 

“Counseling helped me a lot when I got back. I wanted to pay it forward. I’m pretty good at talkin’ to people. Figured it was my calling,” he said.

“You ever miss it?” 

Sam shrugged and sipped some of his coffee. You admired anyone who could walk and drink. Your drink would’ve ended up all over your outfit. And you rather liked these jeans and your flowery blouse.

“Yes and no? I don’t miss the action. I miss my brothers though. There’s a deep bond you form over there that never really leaves you.” 

You nodded. You never served but you heard that sentiment repeatedly as they checked in for groups, signed up for others, or needed resources. The military chewed you up and spat you out and never stopped to give a damn.

You continued to learn more about him, more than you managed to pick up when you started working at the VA. He was from Louisiana, he has a sister, and two nephews. His parents owned a fishing business. 

He was so easy to talk to, once you got past your initial dirty thoughts and weird hangups about him. He made you laugh so many times on the way back, your sides were hurting as you entered the dimly lit, bland government building. He walked you back to the front desk where Ariel was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Nothing for me? I’m hurt.”

“Good. That’s what you get for being a smart ass,” you said.

“Got your behind out walking with him, didn’t it?” Ariel laughed and high-fived Sam.

You narrowed your eyes. “I hope ya’ll didn’t plan this,” you said.

Sam held up his hands, raising his cup in the air. “On my honor as an Airman, I did not plan this.” He walked backwards as he winked at you.

“Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. Even if it was a set up, you didn’t mind. You had a lot of fun. 

You entered the booth and sat down. Ariel leaned her hip against the desk and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

“Spill, bitch!”

Masterlist | Chapter 2

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Sam Wilson x Reader ~ Safe & Sound  [Pt.3]

A/N: Hi, guys. I am sorry I took so long to post this final chapter. I had to put a halt to everything in order to focus on some personal matters. I still need time, but I hope to be able to post more consistently in the future. Please enjoy this final part to my Sam Wilson mini-series. Thank you to everyone who has been supporting this account and my writing! I love you all. [Pt. 1]  [Pt.2]  [My Marvel Masterlist] Word Count: 1979

– Previously –

“Tony!” Sam immediately shouts for the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. His nerves feel as if there is molten lava coursing through them. He cannot keep still. “I just got a confirmed location and visual on them.”

“Perfect,” the man in question lands right beside Sam as he replies. “Give me and Rhodey access to that camera feed so we can get to work right away.”

“On it.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the camera feed is shared with the two men in the suits. Tony works on leading his army of AI-controlled suits with James manually shifting aside the smaller pieces of concrete as Sam notifies Scott of their initiation

– Now –

Dust and dirt billows into the air as the Avengers all work together to remove the smaller blocks of concrete and metal to get to the center where their fellow teammates are trapped within. Beads of sweat run down their foreheads as the harsh sun shines brightly in the sky. The mixture of sweat and all those particles leads to a sticky layer of grime clinging to the heroes’ skin.

Despite the exhausting labor, all of the Avengers, especially Sam, refuses to stop. The worse case scenario keeps running through his mind, leaving him even more panicked than before. He knows better than to escalate the situation by being careless, referencing the techniques he learned and taught to the veterans he worked with back when he worked at the verteran’s affairs office, but there is only so much he can do. He is only human, and humans have their limits—(Y/n) being injured is his limit.

A loud chirping beep startles the former airman out of his spiraling anxieties. Looking over to his right, Sam notices that the beeping from his drone is much louder than it was ten minutes ago, prompting him to look down at the gauntlet on his arm; the screen displays the three subjects being tracked: Red Wing, (Y/n), and himself. All three dots are clustered very close to one another.

Surveying the area, Sam notices some precariously balanced concrete slabs blocking the path closest to his injured girlfriend. He grits his teeth in frustration while shouting to gain the attention of his teammates. 

“Guys, I just found the fastest route to reach (Y/n), but the debris here is very unstable. I don’t think we should proceed, bu-”

“We’re gonna have to proceed,” Tony interjects. “With the utmost caution, of course, but time’s running out. We’re losing sunlight.”

“But how are we gonna get to her without dropping the remaining chunks of the building on top of her, Stark? That’s not a risk I am willing to take,” Sam rebuts angrily. He understands why Tony is insisting this, but the fear of losing (Y/n) trumps and rationale.

“We’re going to do this together,” Steve announces from behind, stepping up to place a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder. “This will put our teamwork skills to the test, but given all the training and this given situation, I am confident we’ll all succeed in this rescue mission.”

Taking a deep breath in, Sam steels himself for the upcoming events that will soon take place. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“Easy, easy! Don’t pull yet, Rhodey!”

“Steady, Wanda!”

Tensions rise as each member of the team puts in all of their effort to pull away the debris at the same time to prevent any collapses. Wanda has a few of the larger chunks waiting in her glowy-red grasp, waiting to be levitated into the air as Tony and Rhodes get ready to work together to pull their own concrete boulders with the help of some heavy duty cables scavenged from the aircraft’s storage compartment and Bruce adjusts his hold on a block from the base of the pile as the Hulk. From above, Natasha is sitting in the pilot’s seat of the Quinjet, ready to swoop down to transport (Y/n) over to Helen for medical treatment; Steve and Clint are the ones in charge of running in to grab her as soon as the debris is lifted away.

Sam, on the other hand, is in charge of instructing everyone how and when to move their respective pieces, and to be honest, he hates it. Being the newly-appointed as the orchestrator of this rescue mission is adding on to his already astronomical stress levels. Any wrong move could lead to the death of his girlfriend and teammates, so the man makes an effort to keep a clear mind and concentrate on the problem at hand.

“Okay, we pull away on three,” Sam announces. “Everyone good to go?”

A chorus of agreements and confirmations sound off in response, and as soon as every hero has replied, Sam takes a few deep breaths.

In. 

Out.

In. 

Out.

In.

Out.

“One.”

Everyone tenses up. Their muscles contract and strain, readying themselves for the moment when they need to be put to use. 

“Two.”

A small, minute distance between the ground and the blocks of debris begin to form. There is a loud, deep rumbling of the concrete shifting. It scares them, but nothing has happened yet, so they push forward.

“Three.”

Thrusters, cables, and muscles groan and stretch in complaint as every ounce of effort is put into pulling the debris up and dragging it away. Sam keeps a close eye on each Avenger’s progress, calling out anyone who was moving either too slow or fast in comparison to the rest of the team. It takes quite a while—they work very slowly to maintain as much control over the situation as possible—but after eighteen minutes of hard work, Sam is able to see (Y/n), Scott, and Red Wing behind the concrete.

Unfortunately, their success is cut short when segments of the concrete slab being lifted by Tony and Rhodes break away, descending down towards (Y/n)’s head. A panicked shout leaves all of the heroes’ lips, but all Sam can hear is the blood pounding in his ears. 

Before any of them can react, Scott jumps into action. He is quick to return back to his normal size, throwing himself on top of (Y/n) with his arms caging her sides as his back shields the woman from the falling debris. The solid chunks of cement strike against Scott’s unprotected backside, but he pays no mind to the pain, focusing instead on ensuring that (Y/n) does not become injured any further. 

A mantra of “thank you’s” escape Sam’s lips as he looks down at the camera feed Red Wing is providing, sighing in relief at the sight of Scott re-evaluating (Y/n) just in case his body could not deflect all the debris. There is a thin layer of dirt dusting over her skin, but none of her injuries have worsened since the excavation. 

“Alright, guys, let’s get moving,” Steve’s voice cuts in, interrupting Sam’s thoughts. He realizes that the captain probably predicted his lapse in concentration. “I want to get (Y/n) out of here ASAP. Clint and I are headed over now, so I better see the Quinjet within the next few minutes.”

Having squeezed himself onto the small and uncomfortable plastic chair provided by the hospital staff, Sam waits patiently (Y/n) sleeps through the medications in her system. A part of him grows impatient—he wants her to wake up at this very moment to reassure his frantic heart that everything is okay now—but Sam knows better than that. After the chaos that has taken place over the span of less than twelve hours, (Y/n) deserves all the rest she can get.

As if she could feel the waves of anxiety exuding from her boyfriend, (Y/n)’s hand begins to twitch. This movement does not go unnoticed by Sam. He watches with bated breath as she gradually rouses from her medicated slumber, bleary eyes blinking away the figurative heaviness weighing down on her eyelids. Her eyes slowly survey the room in search of something, or someone, and once they find Sam, a small whine is all she needs to let out in order for him to immediately move to comfort her.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m right here. Don’t move just yet. You’re in the hospital,” Sam gently explains with a hand over (Y/n)’s, “I’ll go get a nurse to help get that tube outta your throat. Just gimme a second, I’ll be right back.” Sam is out of the room before the young woman can even blink; she barely had time to process what he had said to her. She uses the time to examine her surroundings: admiring the colorful blur of flowers and balloons crowding the bedside table, squinting when her eyes meet the harsh, bright lights above, and relishing in the softness of the blanket beneath her fingers. 

For a moment, (Y/n) wonders why her fingers can feel something warm and soft when hospitals only ever provide thin sheets that may as well serve as tablecloth until she cranes her head to look down. Tears well up in her eyes upon noticing that Sam had taken the time to go back to their apartment to retrieve the blanket he had gifted to her for their first anniversary. The plush fabric envelopes her in a cocoon of warmth, both literal and metaphorical. 

“I’m baaaack,” Sam calls out playfully as he re-enters the room with a nurse trailing behind him. “See, I was so fast you probably didn’t even notice I was gone.”

Despite how painful it is to verbally articulate her thoughts with a tube in her throat, (Y/n) manages a small smile. Her goofy boyfriend always manages to find a way to brighten a somber situation. His jokes might be corny and cliche at times, but the energy he puts into them never fails to make everyone laugh, or smirk at the least. 

Finding her hand once more, Sam waits patiently at (Y/n)’s side as the nurse removes any unnecessary equipment. He cracks a few more jokes during her brief assessment, and once she declares his girlfriend to be on the path to a speedy recovery, he quickly thanks her before proceeding to shoo the poor woman out of the room. 

“What,” he asks innocently upon seeing the stink eye directed at him. “Can I help you?”

“She was just doing her job,” she rasps out, her voice hoarse and scratchy thanks to the intubation tube. “You didn’t need to rush her out like that.” “I’m just tryin’ to maximize the time I can spend with my girl before the lady comes back to kick me out for the night.”

With the shake of her head and a playful frown of disappointment, (Y/n) slowly shuffles to the edge of her bed with a groan. Sam immediately rushes over to scold her, but is met with a soft “no.” He stares at her incredulously, but seeing the determined look on his lover’s face, he decides to help her instead, gently tucking his arms under her.

“And may I ask why my seriously injured girlfriend has decided to move from her perfectly comfortable spot on the bed to the very edge of the mattress,” Sam teases while setting her down. Cords and tubes are meticulously rearranged to avoid becoming tangled, or worse, before blankets are piled back on over her.

“Cuddles.” “Oh.” A proud smirk stretches across Sam’s lips as he gingerly crawls into the vacant spot beside (Y/n), wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. “Is this my payment for rescuing you?”

“No.” The smirk disappears, a pout replacing its place. (Y/n) has to force down the giggle that wants to bubble up to the surface. “This is.”

A quick kiss finds its way to the man’s cheek before a familiar weight settles on his shoulder. Looking down, Sam finds her head nestled between his arm and chest, cheek squished almost uncomfortably into his pectoral. Given the situation, Sam wants to scold her in fear of disturbing any of her injuries, but he cannot find the heart to do it. (Y/n) has always been a very touchy person—she craves physical contact, and seeks it out during stressful times—so seeing her pressed up against his body, Sam realizes she needs the close contact with him. It provides her with a sense of security and warmth that words can never convey.

“Payment accepted,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her head. “I’m just glad you’re back in my arms, safe and sound.”

The End

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Started writing again now that I have the time! Glad to finally be able to get back into it and actually have inspiration to do so. Luckily my pregnancy hasn't been too rough.

Decided to post a small excerpt of one of my recent works, and y'all I could not be more excited with how this is turning out!

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Excerpt from: Inferno Hearts ©2023 by Ethereal-Love all rights reserved.

Tony stared at you now, his blue eyes assessing you. "Sweetheart, you come in here making demands when you don't realize you walked into the wolf den." You smirked, leaning forward your manicured hands clasping together, "and what you don't realize... sweetheart, is I'm a she wolf. You so much as threaten my family or my business and I will tear your throat out, and I'll smile while doing it." The room stayed silent as you and Tony stared at one another. The tension thick as Steve held his breath. Suddenly booming laughter filled the room as Tony looked at your brother, "I like your little sister Steve." He leaned back the smile still on his face as he looked back at you, "and you miss Rogers have a deal." As he called Thor over you turned your eyes to Steve smirking as you shrugged. He raised an eyebrow before mirroring your smirk with his own.

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My Fan Fiction

I picked up some new followers recently. If you're interested in reading my fan fiction but aren't sure where to begin, I've got a Selected Works collection for my favorites.

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I also now have a collection for my meta.

I've additionally got several series. On the shorter side, there's Sucky Ficlets for the MCU, Lieutenants in Love for Black Panther (comics), and Capital City Courtships for Avatar: The Last Airbender. On the longer side, I've got Would Trade Israel Hands for One (1) Orange for Our Flag Means Death, Queen & Knight for DC Comics, Equine Resurrections for the Valdemar series, and both Rebuilding Ishval and Love and Sedition for Fullmetal Alchemist.

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time - Sam/Bucky

I wrote this little fic forever and a day ago and decided to get up the nerve and post it here instead of letting it waist away in the google docs.

Summary: Sam discovers Bucky has a talent for singing. Bucky refuses to indulge Sam. Based on this beautiful little diddy I stumbled on.

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James and Kitty Kallen 

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, a rare indulgence for Sam after taking up the mantle of Captain America. 

Bucky was in the garage working on his bike, one of his favorite pastimes. He liked to keep his hands busy when he felt a little restless. 

Sam took the plate from the counter, with his offering to tempt bucky inside for them to each lunch together.

As Sam got to the doorway of the garage he was greeted with the sound of Frank Sinatra's Luck be a Lady. Bucky’s music selection was growing but he still favored 40s music and anything with a similar sound. 

Sam was about to make a sarcastic comment about it sounding like an old folks home when something caught him off guard. As the chorus began the distinct sounds of Sinatra were joined by another voice, deeper and very familiar to Sam. It took him a second to register Bucky was singing, swaying, and tapping his foot to the beat and he rummaged through his tools. It was endearing to see him so open and casual, but what really made Sam stop was his voice. How had he not known that Buck could sing? And damn well too. 

Sam stood there, leaning against the door frame, just enjoying the show. He thought he could listen to Bucky sing all day, but that daydream was cut short as Bucky turned to his toolbox and caught sight of Sam. His voice immediately went silent and straightened up. 

“Hey Sam, did you need something?” Bucky asked, the relaxed energy completely left his body. 

Sam knew he probably had a huge grin as he said “Well I was coming down here to see if you were up for lunch. But now what I need is to know why you never told me you could sing,”  

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Bucky felt his heart beating a bit faster than normal as he finished setting up the record player. He did his best to brush it off, it was too late to back out now, besides this was for Sam.

“Hey, Buck, you here?” Bucky smiled at Sam’s voice, speaking of the devil. 

“In here Sam!” he called, doing his best to keep his voice casual. 

Sam’s footsteps grew closer until he appeared at the door to the garage, his trademark grin on his face, before being overtaken by surprise as he took in the scene before him. The space that was normally occupied with tools, workbenches, and Bucky's motorcycle was almost unrecognizable. There were string lights hanging from the ceiling, and all the tools and odds and ends were hidden away, Sam only was able to spot them because he was looking for them. The floor had been cleared and a rug was placed to cover the oil-stained concrete, big band music was playing from the record player Bucky was standing next to, and beside it was a small table where a bottle of Sam's favorite wine on ice with two glasses ready and waiting next to it. The place looked less like a garage and more like a nightclub.

After taking in the room Sam’s eye fell on Bucky, who hadn't taken his eyes off him, probably gauging his reaction. 

“What's all this?” Sam asked, smiling broadly and taking a step forward. 

Bucky shrugged and finally averted his eyes from Sam, “Well, this is the first time we're celebrating your birthday together as a couple so . . . “ he trailed off and ran his hand through his hair, not looking at Sam. He was embarrassed, for all his tough bravado and death glares at his heart Bucky was a very sweet and endearing person. Sam’s smile broadened, closing the distance between him and Bucky, taking another look around the space.

“Couldn't find a disco ball?” he said sarcastically as he and Bucky came face to face. 

Bucky snorted and cracked a smile “Shut up,” he said but there was no bite. He and Sam locked eyes, and Sam felt the familiar jump in his pulse when he was this close to Bucky. “May I have this dance?” Bucky said, offering his hand. 

Without a word Sam took his hand, not breaking eye contact as metal and skin connected. Bucky’s other hand found its place on Sam’s waist while Sam’s rested on Bucky's shoulder. 

“I take it you’ll lead?” Sam said snarkily.

“Of course. I’m a better dancer,” Bucky said, not missing a beat. They both chuckled as they began to sway to the slow song that started to play.

“Look at you Barns, you really know how to sweep a guy off his feet. Are you gonna serenade me too?” Sam teased, expecting a quip from his partner. But instead, Bucky broke his gaze, and Sam could have sworn he was blushing. He was about to ask Bucky what was up when the lyrics to the song began, but it wasn't the music itself that stopped Sam in his tracks. It was Bucky, as he opened his mouth and began to sing. 

Never thought that you would be standing here so close to me, there's so much I feel that I should say. But words can wait until some other day. 

The first verse ended, and Bucky locked eyes with Sam again, looking more self-assured as he stared at him. Sam could only stare back in quiet amazement. 

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this my dear since can't remember when, it's been a long, long time.

Bucky's voice grew steadily louder and more confident as he stared into Sam’s eyes. Looking as if he were the most beautiful person in the world. 

You'll never know how many dreams I dream about you. Or just how empty they all seem without you.  

The words and the genuine honesty in Bucky's voice as he sang them made Sam feel a lump grow in his throat. 

So kiss me once then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again it's been a long, long time. 

As he sang the last verse Bucky pressed his forehead to Sam’s.

“Happy birthday Sam,” Bucky said in a whisper so quiet that if they weren't so close Sam might not have heard. Sam let out a laugh, his grip tightening on Bucky, he didn't trust himself to speak, feeling the tears in his eyes that threatened to spill over. Bucky smiled, “If I had known my singing was all it would take to shut you up I would have done it sooner,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” Sam said and kissed him.

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To new beginnings 🥂

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Excerpt from: Bound By Twisted Fate @ Wattpad

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[shesunety]

Kinito is the most insane virus ever known to mankind.

This axolotl barged into our computer like he owns the place and one falcon punched our antivirus system.

Next thing you know, he wrote a fan fiction named "New beginnings", including us as his best friend.

Kinito is the perfect embodiment of best friend material.

#kinitopet #kinito

[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, SMUT. Unprotected PIV (wrap it!), fingering fem receiving, dirty talk, pet names, possession kink, cum play. Angst. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. You spend the night with Sam. But in the morning, reality comes crashing in.

Word Count: 3,641k

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A/N: Whew, I am just loving this series with each new chapter. They're so cute, they make me sick. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @wanniiieeee @hidden-treasures21 @targaryenvampireslayer @leahnicole1219

After a short nap, you and Sam spent all night teasing and kissing each other. In between kisses, you’d talk more about places you wanted to visit and things you wanted to see. He had ordered food, not wanting to spend a minute out of bed longer than he needed to.

Now that you two had crossed that line, there were no more barriers. He’d touched you just because he wanted to; because he wanted his skin on yours. You’d find little ways to pick at him and hug him and poke him. 

After dinner, you two had snuggled up and watched TV. It didn’t even matter what you threw on. You talked through the whole thing anyway. Sam told you more stories about the good days he had in the military.

“You sure you don’t miss it?” 

Sam shrugged. He rubbed circles on your hip as he thought about his answer. “Yes and no. I like that no one’s screaming in my ear or telling me what to do. I miss being on a team though. I miss the bonds, the camaraderie. Fighting for a common goal,” he said. 

You nodded and played with his arm. “Do you ever call up your buddies? Get together?” 

“After Riley died, no one really had the heart to keep the group going. We’ll meet up every few months to make sure everyone is still breathing but that’s about it,” he said.

“Sounds like you should call them,” you said and smiled at him. 

“I probably should. I can say that I’m glad I’m out. I got to meet you,” he said.

“You’re so corny,” you said and poked him in the arm. He laughed and squeezed your hip. 

“I’m serious!” 

“That’s what makes you so corny!” You said. 

“Oh that’s how it is?” He asked. He started to tickle you and you squealed, trying to get away from him. He pinned you beneath him and you struggled trying to buck him off. He only chuckled and gripped your wrists a little tighter. He held both to the mattress, on either side of your head. 

“No fair. You cheated,” you said and pouted.

“I play dirty, better watch me,” he said. 

He hovered above you. He stared and started to lean down, capturing your lips in a sinful kiss. The kiss was slow and methodical. As if the world stopped and the only thing that mattered was only your lips pressed against his. 

You were both still naked and his body slid against yours. He was so smooth and smelled so damn good. Even after all the moving and rubbing you had done earlier. He smelled like him and sex and bright spring. It was a concoction you could find yourself getting used to. 

His dick pressed against your thigh and you could feel it getting thicker, heavier, as it twitched against you. You moved your hand to cup him and he groaned. You fondled his balls and depending on how he sighed or moaned, you quickly learned how to please him. If you squeezed and rubbed just…right…

Sam jerked and put his hand over yours to stop you. You broke the kiss and pouted, looking at him with big doe eyes. 

He chuckled and huffed. “You’re gonna get me in trouble doing that,” he said.

“I just want to please you,” you said. 

“You already do, little one,” he said.

Your eyes widened with pleasure before you slapped at his shoulder. He laughed and half rolled off of you so that he wasn’t crushing you. You missed his warm embrace instantly. You wanted him to crush you. To give you all of his weight. You wanted him like your own personal weighted blanket. To stuff all of the big emotions back into you and keep you grounded. If you could still breathe, there was a serious issue. 

“You are not going to let me live that down, are you?” You asked. 

“Not a chance,” he said. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his way to your neck. He licked the sensitive spot under your ear making you curl even tighter against him. He kept licking that area and you fidgeted. It was both ticklish and erotic at the same time and you didn’t know how to cope.

He brought his hand up and started to pluck your nipples. You hadn’t thought they were that sensitive. Your past lovers hadn’t paid that much attention to them and it didn’t cross your mind to ask them to. 

But when Sam played with them, it was like they were the most sensitive things on your body. Every pluck and twist sent bursts of desire straight to your pussy, making you contract and get wetter by the second. 

Sam moved his tongue down your neck and you moaned, enjoying the feeling of him surrounding you and all of your senses. 

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I hope you know that,” he said against your neck. He leaned up to look you in the eyes as he played with your other nipple. 

“I don’t think I heard right the first time. Maybe you should tell me again,” you said.

He grinned and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a hiss from you. “Smart ass.” 

His entire hand encompassed your titty. He kneaded and massaged it and before long, you were squirming. 

“Sam…” you said. You couldn’t stand it. You needed his hand and attention elsewhere. 

“Yes?” He asked innocently. 

“I need you inside me again,” you said. There was no reason to be shy about it. Not with someone as wonderful as Sam. 

“No,” he said. 

You scoffed and your eyes flew wide. You gaped at him and he chuckled. He leaned down and sucked on one nipple. “I wanna play with these a little longer,” he said. 

You groaned. Because his mouth was wet and hot and every time he breathed out, it fanned over your wet nipple. It beaded under his attention and you couldn’t lie still. 

“Stop moving, little one,” Sam demanded. He used a rougher, deeper tone and your body stilled. He caressed your cheek for half a moment before trailing a finger down your chin, down your neck, in between your breasts. 

Your skin pebbled. Goosebumps broke out where he touched. The air conditioner blasted cold air into the room, further blowing air over your nipple. It was cold and puckered. Sam looked at you greedily. Hungry. Like he didn’t know which part he wanted to eat first. 

He drew a wide circle on your belly, over your stretch marks, dipping lower but not going past your belly button. 

“Tease,” you told him. 

He smirked but there was no humor in his eyes. This was a completely new side to him. When you first met him, you thought he was cute but safe. There was nothing wrong with being safe and it’s not like you were looking for someone toxic. But from the way he dressed, he just screamed that he was chill. Easy going. Quick to laugh, slow to temper. Dependable. A stickler for rules and disciplined enough to jog every morning.

But the look in his eyes right now was dangerous. This was a dangerous man. The type that would have you speaking in tongues, jumping up to cook him breakfast, and massage his scalp while he played video games. 

He moved his hand lower, into your damp curls, and played with your clit. He kept his eyes trained on you as he teased your little nub, drawing out breathy moans from you. He removed his hand and licked his finger. Licking you off of him. 

You watched him do it. His finger disappeared inside of his mouth and you never wanted to be a finger so badly. He moaned around the taste of you on his tongue and you sighed with need. 

“Open up for me,” he said. 

You opened your legs and he played with your thighs as he brought his hand back down to tease your clit. He ran his fingers up and down your seam before getting his finger wet on your arousal. He pushed his finger inside your pussy and you whined. 

He kept eye contact as he finger fucked you. There was no way you could cum again, right? But the way he stared at you was intoxicating. You also weren’t used to so much eye contact in the bedroom. It started to make you wonder what kind of buffoons you had been taking to bed. 

If all it took was a little eye contact and a little attention to get you going, you needed to get out more. Or get under Sam more. You almost laughed at your joke but his finger was pumping in and out of you. 

Sam watched your face through it all. The way you would whimper when he drew his finger out and the way you sighed when he put it back in. He added a second finger and you sighed louder. Your hips rocked trying to suck his fingers in deeper. 

“You need it a little deeper, don’t you, little one?” He asked.

You nodded. “A lot deeper,” you said. 

“You need me to fill you up, don’t you?” He asked. He brought his head down to kiss and lick on your nipple. You jerked from the heat of his mouth against the coldness of your skin. 

“Fuck yes,” you said. 

He crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and your hips jerked off of the bed. Your jaw dropped in a soundless scream. Your breathing turned ragged as he unlocked some code. He increased his pace while his lips kissed slowly across your titties. 

Your breathing was ragged and broken and sputtering before you were cumming on his fingers. You jerked and moved and writhed beneath him but he didn’t stop licking your nipple and he didn’t stop stroking that miraculous spot inside of you.

One orgasm barely stopped before another one started to roll over you. You pounded weakly against his shoulder as the sensations were too much to handle. He slowed his fingers as you recovered from back to back orgasms. You saw stars in your vision as you stared at his ceiling. 

“Fuck, that felt too good,” you said. You grabbed his head and made him kiss you. Made him wrap his sexy lips around yours and you played with his tongue. 

“What, you think I’m done with you?” He asked against your lips. He kissed you again before climbing on top of you. 

He ran his cock through your dripping wet folds before sliding into you in one fell swoop. Your moans matched as he worked his way inside. You wrapped your legs around his waist. The heels of your feet dug into the top of his ass as he started to move quicker inside of you.

You felt every last inch of him. The thick head of his dick hit deep within you. You cried on every slide in. He braced himself on one hand while he used the other to push down on your stomach so that you felt him from both sides. He pushed a little harder and stroked a little deeper. 

“Fuck, Sam. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. 

He kissed your titties and then licked a hot trail up to your neck. “Love it when you say my name like that. The faces you’re making, gorgeous. You’re gonna have me living inside of you if you keep it up,” he said. 

You couldn’t muster up enough energy to laugh. He felt too good. And he was hitting it too good. He started stroking so fast, that the slap of your thighs on his echoed in his room. Your moans filled in the empty spaces and his groans reverberated off of his walls. 

He started to curse as he slammed into you, over and over. You threw your head back and just listened to him.

You listened to his words. To his desperate cries. He was incoherent but you caught every other word. “Good…gorgeous…fuck…shit…just like that,” he stuttered. You listened to the cadence of his voice. Your hands gripped onto his forearm that pushed against your stomach.

He sounded and felt so incredibly hot, that your orgasm snuck up on you. You came with a loud curse. As if he was waiting on you, he came right after. He shot a thick load into you. You felt the spurts and your pussy convulsed as if trying to swallow it all. You’d be feeling this for days. 

He panted as he half dropped on top of you. He kissed your breasts, your chest, your neck, and sloppily kissed your lips. “I could stay just like this forever,” he said. 

You nodded. Then yawned. “Me too,” you said sleepily. 

He chuckled and pulled out slowly. There was a wet, squelching noise as he left you and you groaned. You wanted him to put it back.

“You need some sleep, little one,” he said. Maybe you said that part out loud. Hell, you didn’t know.

Everything was fuzzy and dim as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Sam disappeared and you heard the sound of running water. He came into the room and gently cleaned you off with a warm washrag. 

You smiled sleepily at him. “Thank you,” you said. 

“Get some water before you sleep,” he said. He grabbed your hands and forced you to sit up. You grumpily groaned but that only made him chuckle. “Water, now.” 

You sipped the water he handed you and you looked at him. He was standing proud and naked. Still a little hard. His cock jumped and he chuckled. “You make me want to go like fifty rounds in one night,” he said.

You giggled and put your head on his stomach. He stroked your thick, curly hair while you sipped the water. 

When you were done, he tucked you into the bed. He turned off the lights and climbed into bed with you. He was a hot presence behind you and you snuggled into him, trying to steal it all. 

He pulled the covers up more and wrapped his arm around your waist and his leg over yours. “I got you, little one. Let’s get some sleep. I’m still not done with you.”

To emphasize his point, his cock twitched in the crook of your ass. You didn’t know if you laughed or not. You were out like a rock.

***

You didn’t hear when Sam left in the morning to go jogging. But when he came back, he was panting and sweaty and he placed kisses on your cheek to gently wake you up. You hated being woken up. However, you were perfectly okay with being woken up for dick.

Sam knelt beside the bed looking like a damn snack. He was still sweaty from his run and looked damn good in a purple shirt. The sweat made it stick to him like a second skin. You stretched and he kissed your cheek.

“Food first,” he said. He must’ve seen the look in your eyes. You pouted, hoping he’d have mercy on you. He couldn’t wring that many orgasms out of you and not expect you to turn into a damn crackhead. A Sam fiend. 

“You need your energy for everything I’m going to do to you,” he said. 

Okay, that got your attention. You sat up a bit so that you could kiss him without being at an awkward angle. You played with his growing stubble. It was scratchy and rough and felt amazing on your palm. 

“I’m starting to feel spoiled. Sex and food? I might as well move in,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I’ll get a key made for you today.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. He hummed and deepened the kiss. Maybe you could convince him to have sex before the food. 

His doorbell rang and he hung his head and groaned. “Who the hell could that be?” 

“You expecting someone?” You asked. 

He shook his head. He stood up, gave you one last scorching kiss, and headed downstairs. You heard voices but they were too quiet to pick out any words. A few minutes later, Sam came up and he looked at you with a mixture of confusion, guilt, and frustration. 

He told you that Steve was here. And so was the Black Widow, Natasha. Your eyes bugged out of your head. You were a grown woman, but somehow Steve being here while you were naked as the day you were born was embarrassing. It was like you got caught having sex by the principal. Or worse, your parents. 

You got dressed quickly as Sam told you that he’d still make you breakfast. “It’s okay, I’ll grab something on the way home.” 

“Let me at least take you home,” he said. The poor thing. He sounded so conflicted. You giggled as you slipped on your shoes. You got close to him and wrapped your hands around his waist.

You looked into his eyes until he calmed down and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I imagined today would go. But…they look like they really need help.”

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. If Captain America shows up at your door, can you really turn him away? Isn’t that like treason or something?” You asked.

Sam chuckled but it didn’t sound happy. You leaned up and kissed him. “Seriously. It’s okay. I need to check and make sure my house hasn’t burned down while I was gone. Stay here. I’ll catch a ride and I’ll text you as soon as I get home.” 

Sam sighed and placed his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

You giggled. “Yes, you do. You’re amazing, Sam,” you told him. 

Decent and dressed, you followed him downstairs. He was right. Steve and the Black Widow looked terrible. They were covered in soot and ash. Steve’s hair took on a darker hue underneath it all. The Black Widow was gorgeous but had bits of rock or plaster clinging to her red hair. 

She smirked at Sam when she saw you enter the room. Your cheeks were on fire and you thanked the Lord for your dark skin. You gave an awkward wave. Steve’s eyes were wide and he looked between you and Sam.

“I’m sorry, Sam. Had I known…”

“It’s fine. Really. I should be heading out,” you said, “Nice to see you again, Mr.-Steve,” you said. 

The Black Widow walked over and shook your hand. “Natasha,” she said. 

“Nice to meet you, too.” 

“Are you sure it’s okay? Me and Steve can circle the block a few times,” she said and wagged her eyebrows. 

You groaned and hid your face while she grinned. Steve shook his head at her while Sam lightly chuckled.

“You two can use my bathroom to get cleaned up. I’m going to make sure she gets home safe,” Sam said.

Steve nodded and smiled at you. Natasha winked and gave you a subtle thumbs up while they headed upstairs. You ordered a ride while Sam walked you out and waited with you. He kept his arm around you, protective. 

There was an ache growing in your heart at the thought of leaving him. It was silly. You had only been on a handful of dates. But it was like you entered an entirely new dimension at his house. And now you were stepping into the harsh light of the day and it sucked. You weren’t ready to leave him. You weren’t ready to leave his bed and leave his house and leave him. 

You were both quiet as you waited, which was unusual for you. He rubbed your arm. Heat was picking up in the early morning but you were a bit cold. As if you left all the heat in the house, in Sam’s bed. 

The car arrived and Sam checked that it matched the app. He opened the door for you and kissed you. “I’ll call you later, once I figure out what’s going on. Probably best to keep my houseguests between us,” he said. 

You nodded. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone. Not even Ariel,” you said. You wanted to lighten the mood. You hated the somber underbelly of this moment. Sam should be smiling and joking and poking you. Instead, he held your hand and rubbed circles on it with his thumb. 

“Text me when you get home safe, please. I mean it,” he said. 

You tugged on his shirt to bring him closer to you. You kissed him, putting as much emotion behind it as you could. “I’ll be okay. Just make sure you’re safe,” you told him.

You couldn’t say much else because of the driver. But Sam understood what you meant. He knew that something was up with Steve and Natasha. Normal people didn’t show up like that, as if they had gotten into a fight with a chimney and nearly lost. 

Sam finally let you go and you got into the car. He closed it behind you and waved. The driver took off and you looked at Sam as long as you could. Until he was a tiny dot in the distance.

You hated this. It felt like goodbye for some reason. And you hated it. It sat like congealed oatmeal in your stomach. You didn’t have anxiety as bad as your mother did. But right now, you kind of understood her. Something was off and you didn’t know what it was.

You only hoped that Sam knew what he was doing getting mixed up with Captain America and the Black Widow. They fought aliens. There was no telling what major disaster they were trying to stop now.

You prayed for Sam all the way home. 

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[chernobog13]

The approximate size difference between the Constitution-class (refit) U.S.S. Enterprise and the Millennium Falcon.

This reminds me of a friendly argument I had with a buddy in high school. He was super-hyped after seeing Star Wars and had written a fan fiction crossover between the two Star Wars and Star Trek (The Original Series; this was long before even Star Trek: The Motion Picture was released. Lawdy, I'm old....).

The story wasn't too bad, except that he had the Falcon dwarfing the Enterprise. It took me awhile, but I finally convinced him of his error.

He went on to have a very long career as a professional entertainment journalist, and has written several books about each franchise.

#Star Trek #Star Trek: The Motion Picture #U.S.S. Enterprise #NCC-1701 #Constitution-class refit #Starfleet starships #Starfleet #Star Wars #A New Hope #Millennium Falcon #starships

[kayhi808]

This was an open tag that looked fun.

2023 Character Wrapped

Pick your top 9 characters for the past year.

Besides Billy...the rest are in no particular order.

1. Billy Russo

He's been #1 for years. My favorite sociopath 🥰

2. Bucky Barnes

My obsession went into overdrive after The Falcon & Winter Soldier came out.

3. Matt Murdock

How can you not love Daredevil? 😘

4. Takeshi Kovacs

Grumpy Envoy.

5. Barbie

I've loved Barbie since I was little. Her houses. Her clothes. Her cars. The movie was full of nostalgia for me.

6. Scary Barbie

As a grown woman, I related to this bitch even more. Ugh! She was the real deal!!

7. Bumblebee

I'm not a fan of kids. But this year I've been obsessed...OBSESSED with this little girl and her family. Created by @angrythingstarlight for a Bucky Barnes mafia AU. I've read her posts & asks multiple times.

8. Sam Wilson

I love him. I do. His sense of humor. His honor. His smile and long lashes. His fucking guns! Look at him! 🤤😛

9. Steve Rogers

He's a good guy. Genuinely good for the sake of being good. And he's eye candy. 🤪💕

Open tags but also no pressure 😁 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @zz-kennedy @jvanilly @snowkestrel @k-marzolf @e-dubbc11 @dreamlandcreations @fakehappy27 @mattmurdocksstarlight @munsonownsmyass @thefairywanderer

#tag games

[david-talks-sw]

Kinda embarrassing that people demonize the jedi (yknow, the ultimate good guys) by falling for in universe propaganda...like how do you miss the point by that much?

Y'know... that's not even the weirdest thing to me. I already shared my thoughts about why some fans might just be biased against the Jedi from the get-go and how the Prequels not being centered on the Jedi may have contributed to that bias.

But I've seen the argument be made on Instagram that

"Bail Organa kidnapped Leia".

And like... y'know, I'm sure he and the Naberries never signed any legal documents... but is this really the hill to die on?

Bail is arguably THE most morally pure character in all of Star Wars and you're gonna burn him on this technicality? Really?! "Sure, he's hiding a girl who isn't his own from space Satan, but he didn't fill out the proper forms so fuck him"?

What's next?

Luke is guilty of animal cruelty for mutilating a Wampa without a hunting license and a license to carry a lightsaber?

Leia should be jailed because she choked Jabba but NOT in self-defense?

Wait, I got it. Chewie owes his son years of child support for being an absentee father.

But let's look past this franchise. How about Marvel:

You could argue "Spider-Man is a friggin' bully, he's always berating his opponents, making jokes at their expense, and most of them usually break out and cause more death and damage simply to take revenge, and if we wanna get technical, that's all on his head."

"Falcon is morally reprehensible for killing these guys in a foreign country, without a badge or any sort of legality. He should serve multiple life sentences."

"Captain America is some kind of war criminal for stabbing this dude in the back, even though he clearly gave up and just wanted to live."

Disney: "Mufasa is a tyrant who specifically discriminates against and hunts down a poorer class/species because *gasp* they're hungry and don't meet his standards of civilization. What an asshole, amirite?"

Naruto: "Itachi Uchiha is an ego-driven psycho who murdered his whole clan, (a clan who had been slandered and discriminated against by a fascist government, and literally segregated to one single neighborhood) then inflicted MASSIVE psychological and emotional damage on his brother, aged 11, who went on to waste his teen years on a fruitless quest for revenge because Itachi was too much of a coward to finish the job."

Dragon Ball: "The Z warriors are responsible for every earthling suffering from an onslaught of PTSD (because you can't tell me that everybody being slaughtered by [insert villain here], seeing heaven, settling into heaven and waking up in a crater alongside everybody you saw die before you, over and over for decades, won't leave a mark)."

Hell, you could argue "the Powerpuff Girls are child soldiers."

These are all very uncharitable views, stated in very bad faith.

And we know this because the narrative never portrays these points as problems. So we're not meant to see these characters this way.

You know why? Because it's fiction.

In the specific case of Star Wars, it's a fairy tale in space, it's mythology reinvented. The more detailed real-world logic you apply to it, the further away you get from the point.

It's meant to make you feel emotions and ponder on themes, first and foremost.

If you're wondering about how many taxes Han Solo needs to pay every year and to how many planetary governments, then either the film isn't doing its job right, or you're missing the point.

Hell, it's not just "missing" the point in some of these cases, it's seeing it and fucking Tokyo Drifting around the point until it becomes a speck in your rear-view mirror.

#QnA #long post #Star Wars

[griseldagimpel]

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Most hits: Whatever You Want - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110438/chapters/79550095 - White Collar & Leverage Crossover

Hardison, Parker, & Eliot recover a stolen painting only to realize that it's a Neal Caffrey forgery. OR The Leverage OT3 fixes the White Collar OT3.

I'm really happy with how this one turned out, but writing it was definitely a case of, "Oh, shit, I have a huge cast of characters, and they all need to have things to do!"

Second-most kudos: Cover Stories - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30445947 - The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

En route to Madipoor, Sam, Zemo, and Bucky make plans. Alas, they have but a single brain cell between them. Set during Episode 3.

Ah, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I wrote so many silly Sucky fics for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and this was the most kudos-ed one.

Third-most words: Eat the Rich - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33244714/chapters/82543990 - Valdemar series

When the Star-Eyed is made an official deity of Valdemar, she sends Companion Shavri to Chose a princess from the Haighlei Empire. Along with Herald-trainees Cat, Karl, Kalira, and Florian's reincarnation Florence, Lindiwe must navigate a new land and get to the bottom of the mystery brewing. OR You know, a lot of Valdemar's internal issues would be solved if they just ate the rich.

The Valdemar series is perfect for writing original character focused work!

Fourth-most comments: Sicktime - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39661620/chapters/99288474 - Our Flag Means Death

Izzy gets sick and the crew of the Revenge bullies- I mean takes care of him.

Yeah, I legit didn't remember this story after writing it. Like, I remember the act of writing it, but I was so sick with Covid that afterward, I didn't remember what exactly I'd written for most of it.

Fifth-most words: Fixing the World is Hard - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48977653/chapters/123561046 - The Locked Tomb

This is a What If story. By possessing G-'s body, Alecto is able to contact John and convince him not to bluff with nuclear weapons, thus averting the Apocalypse. Instead, John decides to Fix the World, only to have to grapple with the challenges and complexities therein. C- tries to guide him but worries that their increased visibility will out her relationship with N-. John slowly loses his grip under the pressure of trying to fix everything wrong with the world, while G- grapples with his feelings for John.

My poor little meow meow deserved a 23k What If story, so my poor little meow meow got a 23k What If story.

Fewest words: End Racism in the OTW | Bat out of Hell - https://archiveofourown.org/works/47095744 - Supernatural

In Heaven, Dean reflects. Written for End OTW Racism.

Just a little thing I wrote for Destiel, since while I stopped watching in Season 6, everyone became a Supernatural fan in the wake of the 2020 election.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it. I know stats are a touchy subject for some people.

And thanks to @runawaymarbles!

#fan fiction #tumblr games #white collar #leverage #the falcon and the winter soldier #valdemar #the locked tomb #supernatural