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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Scenario Prompt: Sam Wilson gives you small gifts throughout the day for your first Valentines together.

Requested by: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Gn!Reader

A/N: I tried to keep the presents more "gender-neutral"

Warnings: A couple kisses, but nothing else.

Word Count: 1.5k

You stretched out your arms as you woke slowly, you groaned as your muscles stretched pleasantly. Opening your eyes, your vision was cloudy. You blinked a few times, and your vision began to clear, and for a moment you were confused as to where you were.

As you became more awake and aware, you smiled at yourself as you remembered you spent the night at Sam's. A more recent development in your relationship, that you were glad to be getting used to.

Turning your head, your eyes locked on something placed on the pillow where Sam's head had been. You turned over completely and grabbed the item with a curious smile.

It was a single pale yellow rose, that you knew he had clipped from the bushes outside his home. You brought the flower to your nose and breathed in the pleasant scent.

It was Valentines Day today, and you knew Sam was excited. He had not so jokingly warned you he wanted to sweep you off your feet, as this would be the first Valentines Day you'd be spending as a couple

You asked him not to go overboard, and he begrudgingly gave in. But you knew he could not resist entirely.

Climbing out of bed, you read the time on the clock. You had woken up earlier than you expected. You wondered if Sam was still on his normal morning run.

After washing your face, you wandered into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. In front of the coffee maker, was a shiny red bag. A note sticking out of the top said 'Open Upon Discovery'. You smiled to yourself as you opened the bag, pulling out something wrapped in tissue paper. You unfolded it to find a faux-leather bound journal, with your initials engraved on the front cover.

You smiled as you ran your hands over the smooth cover, flipping through the pages, the smell of fresh paper wafted to your nose. Hearing the front door open, you looked over to see Sam walk through the door.

His eyes caught on you and quickly flicked down to the journal in your hands. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen towards you.

You grinned at him and opened up your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he reached you.

"I love it. Thank you." You said softly.

"I'm glad." He smiled. "Have your coffee yet?" He asked and you shook your head. "'Kay. How about I make us some breakfast?"

"How about we make us some breakfast?" You corrected and he chuckled.

"Alright, alright. We." He said amused.

After you finished making and eating breakfast, you slipped away to grab the present you bought Sam. Walking up behind him as he washed the dishes, you pressed yourself up against him and brought your hands out in front of him, showing him the wrapped object.

He let out a soft chuckle, "What's this?"

"You didn't think I'd give you nothing for Valentines Day did you?"

He grabbed a towel and dried his hands as he spun around, taking the present from you. "I don't need anything but your love." He said with a smile.

"Well you get plenty of that on a normal day, this is special."

He smiled as he opened the present. He let out a "Ohh." As he spotted the familiar brand name of one of his favorite stores. Opening the small box, his smile widened. He gingerly pulled out the new pair of sunglasses you had bought him. "Yesss." He said with a pleased grin.

"To replace to ones you lost." You said softly, referring to his last pair that he had lost during his last mission.

He put them on, and smiled down at you, "What do ya' think?"

You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "As handsome as ever."

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into another kiss. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Just so you know, I have more planned for you today." You opened your mouth to protest, but he broke in. "It's nothing crazy or too overboard don't worry." He said with a chuckle. "I promise."

You furrowed your brow, unsure if you should believe him. "Mhmm." You hummed with uncertainty, and he laughed, pulling you into another hug.

The rest of the day went quickly, you got lunch together at a quaint cafe you both loved. And walked around town for a while. Now back at Sam's, you climbed out of the shower before getting dressed.

Walking out into the bedroom, your eyes quickly landed on the large bouquet of your favorite flowers on the bed, beside it a small plush falcon. You grinned as you approached the objects. Picking up the bouquet and smelling it, you wondered when he had time to get it, you hadn't been in the shower that long. Picking up the small plush bird you smiled in amusement. He may hold the moniker of Captain America now, but when you met and fell in love, he was your Falcon.

Walking out into the room, you found Sam working on his computer. Looking up at the sound of you entering, he smiled at the objects in your hand. You smiled at him as you walked past. "You spoil me." You jokes, but a tone of gratefulness pairing it.

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, "I'd spoil you more if you let me."

You shook your head and looked at him with amusement, as you grabbed a vase from the cupboard for the flowers. He watched you with an adoring smile as you delicately began to sort the flowers in the vase, a small smile on your face.

As the day went on, you turned every corner half expecting there to be another present behind you. Expecting balloons, a giant teddy bear, something else he insisted on surprising you with.

When the doorbell rang, you knew it would be a delivery. But when you opened the door to see a man holding a large chocolate covered fruit bouquet, you felt your cheeks burn a little.

"Y/n L/n?" He delivery man asked with a smile.

You smiled at him and nodded, "Yep, that's me."

He handed over the large bouquet and bowed slightly, "Happy Valentines Day from...Sam." He said as he read a small note on his pad.

You smiled and nodded at the man. "Thank you."

Closing the door, you turned around to see Sam leaning against the nearby doorway with a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Really?"

He lifted his arms up, "Hey, this one is for both of us." He grinned as he walked over to you, looking at the fruit. Grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry, he pulled it from the bouquet, unwrapping the plastic shielding it and biting into it.

"This is the last of it right?" You asked, "You're making me feel guilty for only getting you sunglasses."

He smiled and shook his head, "You can spoil me next year. But this year is my turn." You shook your head in amusement. "There is one more thing." He said as he lifted his finger, turning away.

"Sam." You whined as you set the fruit bouquet on the kitchen counter.

You heard him chuckle before he came back in the room, a small box in his hand. You leaned against the counter and gave him a faux pout.

Stopping in front of you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Open it."

You took the box from him and mumbled, "I will spoil you next year and you can't stop me."

He laughed softly and watched as you opened the box. You felt your heart thump as your eyes scanned over the silver band ring with an etched design. In the center was a small embedded stone of your favorite color. Taking it gently out of the box, you saw an engraving of your's and Sam's initials on the inside.

"Sam." You whispered, surprised and touched by the gift.

"Consider it a promise ring of sorts." He said softly, watching you closely before taking the ring from you. Grabbing your hand, he slipped it onto your ring finger, and gave a satisfied smile, as though he had been unsure if it would fit properly.

You looked at the ring and flexed your hand. You smiled at Sam, "Thank you. I love it so much."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, "I love you." He said softly.

You turned to hug him tightly and mumbled against him, "I love you too."

He pulled away from you and winced a little, "Even if I lied?"

"Lied about what?" You asked cautiously.

Opening a nearby drawer, he pulled out a menu, "There was one more thing I had planned."

Your eyes scanned over the menu, and you saw that it was from your favorite order-out restaurant. You looked at Sam with a look of annoyance, but you couldn't keep a smile from tugging at your face. You took the menu out of his hands and mumbled, "You're lucky I'm hungry."

He laughed to himself as he pulled you closer to him, his arm wrapped around your side. "Yeah. I'm lucky alright." He mumbled, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, as you read over the menu.

xx End xx

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Looking for a Place to Happen 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, drunkenness, some content not warned.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: This is it for Sam and it will give me a chance to start plotting Frank and Peter’s storylines but no promises on when those will be touched. I’m still sorting through ideas.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 7: It’s a shame to leave this masterpiece

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As you came up to The Asp, you felt better than you had in days. The blend of alcohol in your stomach blurred the old brick buildings of the small town and buffed out the peeling paint of the image of the ancient Queen. The girls giggled behind you in a similar state, ready to celebrate the occasion.

You were the first inside as you stumbled past the man smoking at the doors. He was clothed in leather like any of the others within. You hit the table with your hip as you came into the barroom and kicked it as it wobbled.

“Sup, bitches?” you announced your presence as the other girls entered behind you and laughed raucously at the introduction.

Your eyes met Sam’s as you looked around. He sat with those other men, Bucky tilted his head in disbelief at you and Steve stood as his girl came up to lean on your arm and slur, “let’s put some good music on!”

“Yeah!” the rest of you chimed in unison, “and more drinks!”

“Drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks,” Bucky’s girl and the mechanic chanted as the crossed to the bar and you staggered with the third to the old jukebox.

“Jesus, you got anything made in the last three decades?” you chirped as you heard the scrape of chairs and a low mutter.

“What the fuck is going on?” Bucky demanded and you glanced over as you hit a button. The disco beat rose as the bartender with the dyed hair poured a line of shots, “you are all drunk.”

“No, we’re ready for a good time!” you sang as you bopped to the beat and Steve’s girl began to wiggle oddly. You supposed that was dancing, power to her.

“You,” Bucky turned on you, “this is your fault--”

“It’s a special night,” Sam stepped up, “they’re having fun.”

“They’re making a scene,” Bucky growled.

“There’s hardy anyone here, or anyone sober enough to care,” Sam rolled his eyes as he smirked at you. You stuck out your tongue and brushed by Bucky as the shot glasses stood ready.

“Some for them,” you jabbed your thumb over your shoulder, “buncha tight asses!”

You lifted a dark brown shot and tried not to spill it as you neared Bucky. He was still scary in your tipsy delight but you didn’t care enough to back off.

“Do it,” you leaned towards him, “chill out, bruh.”

Sam snorted as Steve steadied his girl and spoke quietly as she ignored him and mouthed the words to the Donna Summers song. He was failing to hold her attention as her eyes rounded at the drink in your hand then flitted to the bar as another four were added to the row.

“Really,” the slender dark-haired man leaned an elbow on the bar as he peered down his nose at the mechanic, “this is unseemly.”

“Double for him,” you cried out and grabbed Bucky’s hand to wrap around the shot glass, “consider it an apology from me, boss.”

You patted his shoulder and turned away to near the prim man with his stuffy accent.

“Do you prefer a pint? What do they drink in tight-ass-opia?” you snickered and his brows arched. The mechanic slid a shot towards him and nudged you away with her arm.

“Drink,” she challenged him as she took her own, “you bitch.”

Your mouth fell open at her blatant defiance and Loki’s green eyes flickered as he lifted his chin. The song changed but it was another upbeat melody you recognized. The tall man took the shot from the mechanic and drank it smoothly before carefully setting the glass back down.

“This is a birthday party,” you said, “where’s the cake?”

“Yeah, why didn’t I get a cake?” Steve’s girl shoved him, “that’s bullshit.”

“Sweetie,” he warned and she sidled past him to claim a shot.

“It’s my birthdayyyyy,” she drawled, “I’m doing what I want--” she paused to choke down the shot and turned on him again, “and you’re not my daddy so I’m gonna have fun. You’re welcome to join or fuck off.”

There was a silence as you all stared at the usually soft-spoken woman. She pointed to her empty glass and the bartender.

“Alright, that’s enough--” Bucky began.

“Hey,” a woman with reddish blonde hair stepped up in a leather jacket, “pour me a shot.”

“Wanda,” he warned.

“Jeez, Buck,” she reached forward to take the newly poured liquor, “they’re right. This place is usually dead. What’s one night?”

“Yeah, one night,” Bucky’s girl intoned, “take the shot, take the shot, take the shot…” She neared him and pushed her finger against the bottom of the shot glass, “just do it.”

He sighed and rolled his shoulders. He knocked it back sharply and cleared his throat.

“You guys are cleaning up the mess,” he muttered.

“You’re gonna help us make it,” she threw her arms up as the jukebox got louder and you looked over as Steve’s girl held her finger down on a button, “hey, I love this song!”

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The night never quite slowed down so you couldn’t say it took a sharp turn. The bar was a frenzy of music and alcohol. You could tell by the pulsing ring in your vision you would feel it the next morning, even if you didn’t remember any of it.

You were enshrined in the glow of your own intoxication as the bar cleared for a moment. There were bodies all over, talking, moving, dancing. You blinked past Sam who was all too eager to join in, an excuse to have his hands all over you. You leaned on him as a ‘whoo’ stabbed your eardrums.

You blinked as Bucky’s girl came clearer. She was on the pool table, writhing around a cue like a stripper. The man who called himself her keeper reached for her ankle and she kicked him away as Wanda cheered her on.

You giggled and looked over at the cushioned bench against the wall behind the table. You were shocked and yet not as the mechanic had her tongue halfway down the baker’s throat. The two girls were locked together in the din of the room.

Loki sat on the other side of the table but his head lolled back and his long legs were splayed before him. He was likely passed out. Another figure approached and you tried to move past Sam as he clung to you and turned with to look over at the scene.

Steve grabbed the mechanic’s arm and tugged on her but she kept her other hooked around his girl. She yanked away from him and he did it again.

“Get off her,” he snarled.

“Fuck off, dude,” she parted for one second to utter the deterrent before she started at it again, drawn back hungrily by the other woman.

“Let em do it,” Sam called out, “that’s hot as fuck.”

You hushed him and Steve seized the mechanic again. This time he was met by a fist as she came up swinging, leaving his girl against the bench. She caught him in the chest and then the jaw and swiftly looped her arm around his neck as she bent him over. He jabbed at her side and she grunted drunkenly and stomped his foot.

“Hey!” you rushed forward and Sam’s hand fell away as your holler drew the attention of everyone else.

“Eh!” Bucky’s girl hopped down and drunkenly landed with the cue in hand. She pulled it back but was kept from swinging as Bucky followed her towards the scuffle.

You hopped on Steve’s back as the mechanic kept her arm around his neck and his girl came up with senseless eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” she grumbled, “we were having fun.” She reached out and pulled his hair so he winced, “you’re always on me! Always controlling me!”

“Get off!” Steve grunted as he clawed at the arm around his neck and you tried to pull him off-balance from behind.

A sudden, deafening noise stilled everyone. Steve’s girl slumped back as the cue clattered from the other woman’s grasp and the mechanic released the man in leather as you slid off his back. Sam caught your arm and stilled you as Bucky stood with his gun in hand.

“Enough,” he was drunk himself but mad enough to rage through the alcohol, “enough. Fun is over.”

You all stared at him as he holstered his gun and huffed. The music continued to blare and he stomped over to the jukebox and shut it off.

“Get them out of here!” he barked as he spun back, “you,” he pointed at his girl, “back office. Now.”

Loki was the only one undisturbed as he remained blacked out on the chair. Steve gritted his jaw and snatched up his girl who could barely stand on her own feet. She pouted as he swiped up her coat and shoved it into her arms. He got a curled lip from the mechanic but she let him go.

Sam chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he took your hand, “better pack up… tomorrow’ll be fun.”

You found your coat on the floor and pulled it on as you peeked around Sam. He swayed slightly himself as he leaned a hand on the bar. The mechanic kicked Loki’s chair but he didn’t flinch. She shrugged and left him there, tramping out without looking back.

Your eyes met Bucky’s as he stopped at the door on the far side of the bar. His eyes met yours as he scowled and you quickly glanced away. You grasped Sam’s arm and hid your fear.

“Let’s go,” you whispered.

You knew you were in shit again but you were fairly certain, that would never change. You sealed your fate when you walked in that bar the first time.

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You woke up to the harsh glare of sunlight. You shielded your face and groaned as you wriggled under the thick arm across your side. Sam hardly moved as you rolled over and sat up with a wince. There were glimmers of the night before but more pressingly, your stomach boiled and bubbled.

You slid out of bed, eyes half-closed as you made your way to the bathroom. You still had your crop top on and nothing else. You knew he fucked you again but had no recollection of it, nothing but the dullness deep in your core. You flipped open the toilet and leaned on the seat. You heaved until the bile splashed down into the bowl.

You finished spewing out your drunken regrets and rinsed your mouth in the sink. You’d never drank that much before and for the first time, you were feeling it beyond the sunrise. You dragged your feet back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of pajama pants.

Sam remained face down on the bed, his thick back moving slightly as he breathed rhythmically into the pillow. You sat on the end of the mattress and rubbed your cheeks. You vaguely remembered an argument and dancing. You knew it didn’t end well.

You were jarred by a knock at your door and moaned at the nail in your skull. You stood as your nan’s voice rose from the other side.

“Girly, you get out here right now,” she hammered on the wood, “you have company.”

You went to the door and opened it just a crack. She leaned her hand on the it and grimaced.

“I know he’s in there, no use hiding,” she snarled, “both of you, downstairs.” She didn’t hang around for your confusion or arguments. She sniffed as she descended the stairs and muttered, “need another smoke.”

You shut the door and turned around as Sam grunted and his lashes fluttered in grogginess. You took his shirt from the floor and flung it at him.

“What’s up?” he asked sleepily as he caught it and turned his legs over the side of the bed. He was completely naked.

“Someone’s here,” you shrugged as you pulled on a hoodie, “she didn’t say.”

“Mmm,” he rose and fished his jeans from the floor.

He buttoned them and followed you to the door. You held onto the railing tight as you made your way down and you peeked into the kitchen curiously as your nan’s cigarette smoke tickled your nose. Your chest knotted as you saw Bucky sitting at the table, his own face lined with tension as he drank from a mug.

“There they are,” you nan frowned, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Millie,” Bucky raised the hot mug and leaned it against his forehead, “you understand this is… private business.”

“Yeah, yeah, I gotta find that damn cat anyhow,” she retorted harshly, “you make it quick. This is still my house.”

He cleared his throat and waited for her to go. She sucked on her cigarette as she passed you and tutted. She pulled on her jacket and boots and tramped out without another word, the door slamming behind her.

“Sit,” Bucky said.

Sam nudged you and you neared the table and dropped into a chair. Sam went to the counter and poured himself a coffee from the machine. Bucky stared at you as his jaw gritted and he set down his cup.

“It’s clear to me that after last night, Sam has not made things plain to you,” he sent Sam a pointed look as the other man sat, “or maybe you just choose not to understand.”

“What did I do?” you croaked as you longed for a mug of the brew.

“I keep this town in order. Not the club; me.” He ignored your question, “and I am not in the habit of putting up with this type of bullshit.”

“It was just fun--”

“Enough,” he hit the table, “if my lady didn’t like you so much, I would be done with this. Done with you. But out of respect to her and Sam, I will give you one last warning. You get in line or I put you down. You and the old bitch.”

Your skin crawled as you glanced over at Sam. He was sombre and silent, the usual humour completely gone from his face. He nodded at you and then pushed his shoulders back in defeat.

“She’ll behave,” Sam said.

“It’s not just her head if she doesn’t,” Bucky stood, “I like you Sam but you vouched for her. You knew what that meant.”

“She will,” Sam rose as well.

“I’ll see you at The Asp in ten,” Bucky said, “we have business. Real business,” he let out a long breath and looked at you, “just know, the rest of them will be punished too. Just remember, that’s your fault.”

He left without another word and you lowered your chin. You liked the other girls, they were older but they were nice, and it was easy enough to see they were just like you. Trapped and tortured by these men. You were never very good at reading people or a room, but you knew that. You felt it so you saw it in them.

“Well, gotta go,” Sam said, “I’ll be back. We’ll go over everything.”

“Fine,” you replied like a bratty child, “I didn’t… do anything.”

“You won’t do anything,” he girded firmly, “you’re fun but not that fun.”

He retreated upstairs and you got up to pour yourself the last of the pot. You heard the front door and you turned as your nan entered with Pippen slung over her shoulder. She crinkled her nose as she crossed to the counter and leaned beside you.

“That man’s a right ass,” she said, “reminds me of a few back in my day.”

“Mhmm,” you sipped and avoided her gaze guiltily.

“Girly, I know, it’s not your fault. Those men, they always take it too far,” she kept her voice low.

“No, I went down there, I started all this--”

“Whatever you did, it doesn’t warrant this,” she touched your arm, “and those other girls, they didn’t do anything worse than you.”

“Nan, you can’t--”

“All I want you to do is play along,” she said as her jaw clenched, “and tell those girls, they need anything, they come here; a meal, an ear, a place to sleep… and you tell them I dealt with these men before. They don’t change over the years.”

“Nan?” your mouth fell open and you scoffed in disbelief.

“One day,” she raised a finger, “there’ll be a change and those men don’t know what they got comin’. A woman’s best weapon is patience.”

You eyed your nan as she pet Pippin and went to the fridge to pull out the open can of tuna and feed him a shred. He took it from her fingers as she set it on the counter and he hopped off to eat directly from the tin.

“Don’t look so stupid,” she lifted a brow and paused to look up as you heard Sam above, “you got some smartenin’ up to do. A lot.”

END

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