SUMMARY: You and Steve have been close friends for most of your adult lives. Leading up to the wedding of two of your friends—one being your sister—combined with Steve breaking up with his longtime girlfriend, you and Steve give in to the loneliness and have a one night stand, one that ends with consequences you never saw coming. You’re determined to stay friends, but as the months pass, both you and Steve come to realize what’s been lying in wait all along.
WORD COUNT: 3056 WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: THIS IS AN AU; unplanned pregnancy, language, angst, fluff, sexual content, emotional crap CAST: Y/N Potts, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Christine Palmer
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a conglomeration of the MCU and Friends season 8. Some things may be recognizable, as I’m pulling some ideas from the series.
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The One With A Secret
“You may kiss the bride.”
Laughter filled the room as Tony threw his fist into the air, wrapping his other arm around Pepper and twirling her around, dipping her and kissing her deeply. You couldn’t stop the tears, but there was a big smile on your face. You glanced over your shoulder, smiling wider when you saw Christine yelling and clapping behind you. You glanced across the aisle and laughed when you saw Bucky with his hands in the air, and Steve laughing beside him.
Tony stood your sister upright again, and you handed her bouquet back. She winked at you, then hurried down the aisle with her new husband. You gave a happy sigh, watching Christine walk down the steps to where Bucky took her arm, following in the direction Tony and Pepper had just gone. You picked up your dress with one hand so you wouldn’t step on it as you made your way down the stairs, where Steve was waiting for you. Best man and the maid of honor always stuck together. He took your hand and helped you down the bottom steps, then looped your arm through his.
“You look gorgeous, by the way.”
You smiled, speaking through your teeth to him as the two of you made your way down the aisle.
“You clean up nice too, buddy.”
He flashed you a dazzling smile and chuckled, a deep sound that filled you with warmth, and you both let out a relieved sigh when you stepped into the little room where the rest of your friends were waiting.
TITLE: Yes or No WORD COUNT: 2884 WARNINGS: THIS IS AN AU; angst, emotional, a glimpse into the reader’s backstory, read part 8 before you dive into this to avoid spoilers
“Okay. So we’ve got … a lot to choose from here. Geez. Okay. This one … this one does the lines. One line for no, two for yes. This one … this one does a digital readout. Got my vote. Oh, and this one does a little happy face.” “How are you so calm right now?!”
Bucky turned to you and crossed his arms, and you glanced around the drugstore you were currently in. You put your thumbnail back into your mouth, gnawing your nail more than you already had. Bucky blinked at you, then unlaced his arms, laying his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him.
“I have to be calm, because you’re clearly freaking out enough for the both of us right now.”
You sighed as you flipped through papers on your desk, rolling your shoulders to try and abate the itchiness that had set in while your sunburn began to peel. You set the papers aside and took in a deep breath, hanging your head while you closed your eyes.
You grabbed your phone when it jingled, not opening your eyes until you had the phone in your hands under the desk. A picture appeared, of a drawing of a few stick figures, a square house, green grass, a yellow sun in the corner. One of the stick figures had black hair, another yellow, two brown, and one pink . You couldn’t help but smile, sliding your finger across the screen when your mom called.
“Hey, Mama.” “What do you think about our little Picasso? I mean, I know it’s not abstract, but…”
You laughed.
“It’s excellent. Who’s the one with pink hair, though?”
Your mom sighed.
“That’s Abby. Apparently, she’s ‘always’ wanted to have pink hair. Who knew?”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“She’s the best.” “You should have seen the look on your dad’s face when she said that. I’m dying to find some wash-out dye or something and have him see her for real.”
You laughed again.
“Mom, that’s terrible.” “Yeah, well. He deserves it, after all the crap he’s put me through over the years.”
You shook your head. You looked at the stacks of papers on your desk and closed your eyes. After a moment, your mom spoke.
“Okay. I’ve got blankets and pillows for the ride. Clint’s driving. Buck, you and Y/N were in charge of snacks. Did you deliver?”
You held up a shopping bag filled with individual bags of chips, sunflower seeds, Pop-Tarts, M&Ms, and sour straws. Natasha clapped her hands, then turned back to the group.
“Stevie, you were in charge of tunes. We good?”
Steve passed over a CD and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” “It’s this or the novel invention known as a car radio.” “No one listens to CDs anymore.” “Then plug in your phone.” “But—“ “Nat.”
She glanced to you and Bucky, and the two of you shook your heads. She sighed, watching as Steve slid sunglasses onto his nose and glanced away, then looked back to you. You shrugged your shoulders and Natasha huffed out a breath.
“Okay, we’re all set. Load up and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2500
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. A teeny bit of angst
A/N: This started as a one-shot. Then I got some encouragement to continue it and ta-da! It’s 4 parts. Thanks to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and of course, commented. I loved writing this, as I never thought I could write for Sam (even though this is an AU, I find he is probably the easiest one to think of, in character, living a real life outside of the superhero world). Hope you love the way this ends, I do. 🙂 – Steph
As hospital shifts go, this one was relatively low-key. The usual summer injuries that necessitated orthopedics didn’t seem to be happening, so you had time to excessively worry about what you would say when you met with your bosses. You and Sam talked briefly, but he was covering the floor while you were in the ER, so you didn’t cross paths as much as usual.
I love how you’ve created this wonderful reader that Sam is absolutely head over heels in love with, and vice versa. She’s not perfect; she has insecurities just like all of us. So beautiful. Thank you for taking me on this journey.
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2900
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Oh, and this chapter has a teeny bit more angst.
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic. Ummmm, so that didn’t go according to plan. Here I am with part 3 of this, and halfway into visualizing part 4. Oh well, it’s what I love about this fanfic deal – that you can do this kind of thing just because it feels right. Not many things in life are like that. Hope you’re loving it! Let me know, I always appreciate your time and efforts in reaching out. – Steph
For the first time since you’d been….whatever you were….Sam canceled on you. He had been polite and honest, but said he just wasn’t up to coming over. You responded the only way you knew how, that you understood and hoped you would see him soon. You felt the sting of guilt and a tiny bit bigger kick of karma coming around to smack you upside the head for getting into this situation in the first place and doing the last thing you wanted to do – hurt your best friend.
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2800
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Oh, and this chapter has my most overt angst I’ve ever done. It’s not much, but writing it felt great!
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic with all the necessary elements to make it as good as this fandom deserves. So, I took an idea an kinda ran a little ways with it. Thanks to @andiholly and @loricomeback for their encouragement in writing a part 2 – my very first request! I’m kinda excited! 🙂
Your first year of residency was almost over. Late nights, take out, and those same ol’ nonstop demands were as omnipresent as ever, but your stress level had significantly moderated thanks to your arrangement with Sam. You and he continued to impress your supervisors and were given increasing amounts of responsibility. The decision of who would be the next Chief Resident was going to be announced soon, and you were both gunning for the position. If your insider network of therapists, doctors, and nurses were to be believed, the two of you were neck and neck.
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 1600
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Other than that ENJOY!
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic with all the necessary elements to make it as good as this fandom deserves. So, I took an idea an kinda ran a little ways with it. What do y’all think? Good? Crap? I have a thought for one more part, so, as always, I treasure your opinions about it is warranted. Thank you so much to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for the Sam discussion, it planted the seed! 🙂
First, people were surprised. They tried to hide it under giggles or nervous observations, but they were shocked. Then, they assumed you were unhappy or had a preference for self-flagellation if you were in a casual relationship that was based on sex. Neither of you told more than a few close friends, but those that knew worried about you. They didn’t need to. You and the guy worked in the same building, doing jobs that were so frantic there was little time to consider emotions, feelings, or the tangled vines of a relationship.
Here is one of my entries for Mimi’s Marvel Trope Challenge, which I combined with Kait’s 8K Angst Writing Challenge. I took it easy on the angst, in that it’s still there, just not as rip-your-heart-out as I have been known to do in the past.
PROMPT 1: Two strangers who have a silent daily battle to get the same muffin/ most comfortable chair/ best parking spot/ certain object at the coffee shop/library that turns into something more PROMPT 2: “Can we get coffee?” ”Is this a date or it is because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system?” ”I shouldn’t have asked.” CHARACTERS: Female reader, Hope van Dyne, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff WORD COUNT: 5491 WARNINGS: Angst, fluff; Clint is based on the Hawkeye of the comics, so he’s deaf
You tapped your foot on the floorboard of the car, leaning forward and looking out the
passenger-side window. You blew out a breath and tapped the horn at the exact
moment the door opened and your best friend stepped out of her house. She held
a hand to her hip, one perfectly groomed eyebrow raised. She made her way down
the sidewalk and climbed into your car, turning to face you and blinking her
big blue eyes.
“Did you just honk at me?”
“We’ve got to hurry.”
“Why? We don’t have to be at work for another forty-five minutes.”
“It’s not work I’m trying to get to. It’s the coffee shop.”
Hope stared at you as you drove just slightly over the
speed limit. She glanced out the windshield, then looked back to you.
“What coffee shop?”
“One I found a few weeks ago. It’s called Widow’s Peak, and it is divine.”
“Okay, why are we rushing to get there?”
You flipped your blinker on, changing lanes as you
talked.
“I need to get the last chocolate cream cheese
muffin.”
“How do you know it’s the last one?”
“Because it always is. Those things are beyond delicious and they’re always the
first to go.”
Hope shook her head.
“I’m so confused.”
You smiled as you flipped the blinker on again,
pulling into the parking lot of a small shopping center. You’d barely put the
car in park before you jumped out and ran inside. Hope scrambled to follow you,
stepping inside right behind you. The girl behind the counter, a pretty girl
with reddish hair, dark eyes, dark eyeliner, and rings on almost every finger
tsked her tongue when you walked in.
So this here is my entry for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan‘s Full Figured Fantasy challenge. This kind of got away from me in that it turned out to be kind of autobiographical. Some of the things the reader mentions are things that have happened before in my life. This story ended up being kind of cathartic to write. Title taken from the Kacey Musgraves’ song.
You stood outside the brightly colored building,
breathing in deeply and holding it before exhaling, doing your best to pump
yourself up.
You can do this.
You have to
do this.
You pulled the door open and stepped inside, eyes
widening at the rows of machines, lined up like torture devices waiting for
their next victims.
Damn it, you were supposed to have a better attitude
about this.
You blew out a breath and walked past the treadmills
and machines you had no idea what they were or how they worked, and somehow
stumbled upon the front desk. A blonde girl with a high ponytail and a body
that looked like she should have been anywhere but this gym raised an eyebrow
at you before pasting a smile on her face.
Oh, my God. This is so heartfelt and real and raw. I love every word of it. Thank you so much for sharing your amazing talent with us @sunriserose1023.
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