#c. tag wilson

[lealdog]

OC Deep Dive: Tag "Dare" Wilson

Tagged by: @vamp-orwave

Ex-Thinblood, now Malkavian. Set in 2069.

what common/uncommon fear do they have? Tag's afraid of not having any agency, or worse, having someone else take over piloting him. The fun thing is that in this cyberpunk world where he's freshly upgraded from Thinblood to Malkavian and scraping by at the bottom, he does in fact not have very much agency. It's part of why he ended up addicted to drugs, at least it takes the pain away. And the fears. And the worries. At least for a little bit.

do they have any pet peeves? Rats who throw their fellows under the bus for five seconds of good will from those at the top.

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Cigarettes, pills and a small collection of scavenged "retro" items for trading. He doesn't own very much and recently had to give up his haven in favor of a temporary place.

what do they notice first in a person? Their clothes and the way they carry themselves. Useful clues to figure out who you're dealing with. You don't want to piss off the wrong people, after all.

on a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? It's pretty high. Maybe an 8. His drugs of choice are opioids.

when under pressure, do they go into fight, flight, freeze, or fawn mode? Definitely leaning towards fight (at least verbally). Puff himself up to throw off bigger predators. When it comes to physical fights, he's more likely to freeze or even fawn.

how would a stranger likely describe them? Cute but a little too desperate. Not worth the trouble he's likely to bring.

do they have any hobbies? He's very extroverted so most of his hobbies involve hanging out with people. He's game for most anything if the company is good. When he was still a thin-blood, he liked to dabble in alchemy and experiment. He misses it.

Tagging: @deathandthesoul, @astrangedoor, @urbanknightart, @storyowls, @sotc, @fangpoint, @harbingerofskulls

and anyone else who hasn't yet or wants to!

[lovehours]

i don’t even fucking care

[llumimoon]

@kaseyskat and I have been scheming up this AU since April and the latest episode gave the both of us massive brainworms so we're finally posting about it!!

Welcome to the Perfectly Regular AU <3 It's Scary and Normal centric and takes place shortly after the Hell Arc, it diverges from canon when Scary rejoins the teen's side and Willy decides she's a lost cause, causing him to shift gears into a different plan. Scary notices that Normal's been acting really weird lately- and what's this about homunculi?

Nyx has written the first installment of the AU here please go check it out!! :D

edit: here's part two btw <3

[webonchin]

Thinking about Tv Girl coded Cablepool and the divorce arc

GUESS WHO'S BACK AT IT!!!

When the hyperfixation is hitting the brain hard once again, can't escape them ,never think I will

(pd this is not a end of the year kind of stuff is more of a starting the year kind of stuff ,you get me)

[sysparent-culture-is]

sysparent culture is having your adopted kid look exactly like you

like EXACTLY like you. because your source has the same actor.

ily Neil /fam

-wilson ,, he/xe/doc

Sysparent culture is...

[aemondsbabygirl]

“I found him eventually” Sam C Wilson Instagram

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

wilson. wilson my guy. you should have been suspicious when your supposed kid liked prosciutto and goat cheese fstdfsgdgssgg

also why would your ex ever let you meet their kid ALONE

[wing-grayson]

Was messing around on picrew today and made a couple of Dick Graysons based on those lovely "Renegade!Dick" fics. A tired Renegade and his younger (happier) counterpart:

I also made a slightly more... optimistic version where his Renegade days are behind him:

[Link to the picrew I used]

[respondsfirst]

in character ... tag drop pt 2.

* in character ... c. juarez ﹥ image. * in character ... c. juarez ﹥ writings. * in character ... c. juarez ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... d. simms ﹥ image. * in character ... d. simms ﹥ writings. * in character ... d. simms ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... g. dawson ﹥ image. * in character ... g. dawson ﹥ writings. * in character ... g. dawson ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... i. conklin ﹥ image. * in character ... i. conklin ﹥ writings. * in character ... i. conklin ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... j. halstead ﹥ image. * in character ... j. halstead ﹥ writings. * in character ... j. halstead ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... j. jareau ﹥ image. * in character ... j. jareau ﹥ writings. * in character ... j. jareau ﹥ headcanons.

* in character ... j. wilson ﹥ image. * in character ... j. wilson ﹥ writings. * in character ... j. wilson ﹥ headcanons.

[lealdog]

5 and 7 for ask game! You pick for whom ^_^

for TAG "DARE" WILSON my Cyberpunk Malkavian and former Thinblood.

5. What unique Merits, Flaws or Discipline powers do they have? What ability or issue makes them stand out?

I had a hard time thinking of anyone who had any super interesting things to talk about in this regard. I ended up deciding to do this for Dare because he has some not quite by the book things, used to be a Thinblood and diablerized a Malkavian.

He's kept his "Branded by the Camarilla" flaw as a Malkavian since the Camarilla knows him. They have his file. They know everything about him. So if they now find out he's no longer a Thinblood and diablerised another vampire (albeit not of the Camarilla), there's gonna be consequences. (I took Dark Secret for this, too which I guess covers it just the same).

This is homebrew: He has both Auspex 1 powers without using an extra power slot through a cybernetic implant sponsored by his Mawla. He already had Discipline Affinity (Auspex) as a Thinblood so his Auspex is rather high in general.

It's obvious to anyone who spends a little time with him that he's also an addict with opioids being his drugs of choice. It was just how he survived all these years scrambling at the bottom of the wrung. Numb the pain of existence, take away the overthinking and he can at least somewhat function (High-functioning addict for Mental pools).

As a Thinblood he had the Baby Teeth flaw so he's never really experienced the Kiss while drinking from others. Or having to hide his fangs and anything else coming with it, so that'll be interesting.

Being a full-fledged vampire now, he's also lost access to Thinblood Alchemy and with it a whole community and the crews he was running with. Now that he can't do that anymore, what's left? He can't compete with the big vamps out there. Thinblood as now make up the majority of vampires and the vamps left are all old and powerful.

7. What are some of the most evil and fucked up things they've done? Was it a big deal for them?

Most everything evil or fucked he's done was born out of necessity— to survive in a hostile and cruel world. He's always tried to be a loyal friend, stood up for his crew and extended kindness and camaraderie to those who share a similar fate as him. But it's not always easy. Like any good hypocrite he has sold out people before, made questionable deals and thrown others under the bus because he had (or thought he had) no other choice, for slim personal gain and continued survival.

I think the most fucked up things he did were in the name of learning Thinblood Alchemy. Made some amoral dealings for ingredients, used others for experiments (some of which ended fatally) all to sate his own curiosity and it was a big deal for him. Yet after enough time had passed, he did the same shit again.

[fairlyang]

Sharing ⚔️🐺

w/c: 2.4K

pairing: logan howlett x wade wilson x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mmf threesome, pure filth, jealousy, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, throating fucking, wade being wade, finger sucking, logan fucks you, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), creampie, cum slurping (??)

a/n: this is my first fic for both characters! watched all the x-men bc of my second rewatch of dp&w and i’m in love w that old man. also this took me a week to write 🧍‍♀️

you didn’t know how but you somehow were able to get both wade and logan into bed with you.

a dream come true but the downside was the fact they were both acting all territorial and not at all wanting to pull away from you.

when you first started they both wanted to make out with you and you had to switch off quickly before the bickering began. though having them each suck one breast was enough for a short while. 

but now logan was devouring your pussy like the starved man he was and although wade let him have a turn first, he grew impatient fast. very fast.

unfortunately his unmedicated adhd was of no help to him and if anything just made things even worse for him.

now he didn't believe in the saying "save the best for last" because he was aching to taste you. he was so fucking hard, he swore it was more painful than having blue balls. 

finally, after enjoying the show for a solid three minutes, he groaned and shook logan's shoulder to get his attention. "don't be so fucking stingy old man, give me a turn." wade complained and groaned some more.

logan ignored him and kept his eyes on you, sucking on your clit while he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger making you whine. he moaned against you sending shivers all throughout your body meanwhile wade was all pouts and damn near stomping his feet. 

logan continued ignoring him because if he was one thing, it was stubborn. 

on the other hand, wade was relentless and wasn’t going to give up so easily, and luckily he knew how to push logan’s buttons. 

“come on grandpa, I know you’ll get tired soon enough anyway, just tap out.” wade pestered, earning himself a low growl from the older man.

you could only giggle at wade’s reaction, finding his eagerness to be cute and in a way, needy.

logan on the other hand rolled his eyes and wanted to stab him with his claws somewhere it’d take a while to regenerate just to have more time with his head buried between your thighs, but he opted against it. he didn’t want to ruin your bed with his blood. 

"you both said you'd be fine with sharing.." you say and point a finger at them both.

logan looked up at you and you gave him a look, earning yourself an eye roll. he pulled away and groaned, wiping your arousal from his face with the back of his hand before he stands up so wade could take his rightful seat between your legs. "better do it right, bub." 

"you bet your ass i'm gonna do it right, just look at this beauty." he says and lets out a little whistle before admiring how you were glistening already.

all wet and ready for him.

"yeah you're gonna have to surgically remove me from this perfect fucking pussy." he murmurs then dives right in while logan comes up at you and curses at him.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him and put your hand on his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. he immediately kissed back and didn't waste a singular second to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

that’s when wade decided to pull your legs up and keep them steady while he lapped at your folds, making you moan in logan’s mouth. he groaned back and let his hands wander over your body, squeezing your tits, hips, everything he could get his hands on. 

your hands traced along his pecs, collarbones, then slowly going down as he deepens the kiss — electricity surging through your body, and the overall feeling of warmness radiating off each other was palpable. 

you pull away from him so you can see his belt so you can quickly take it off. he took his shirt off while you took the belt off and unbottoned his pants. he sat up and you tried to take his pants off with haste but it seemed wade also wanted your attention on him as he slipped a finger inside you making you gasp. 

logan rolled his eyes, letting out a growl as he took his own pants off and throwing them on the floor. he sat up, knees on the bed and spread wide as he grabbed your attention by clicking his tongue, “focus over here, princess.” 

it easily got your attention, like a moth to a flame. too easy. 

you leaned up and started stroking him through his boxers, he closed his eyes and moaned. you smiled and with one quick movement slid his boxers down making his cock spring up and hit his stomach. 

you looked at it speechless and nearly drooling. it was the perfect amount of thick and long, precum leaking down the tip and a solid vein on the side. you tried to sit up a bit but wade’s grip on your legs wasn’t budging so you just began to stroke him. 

he leaned down a bit — his eyes back on you — and it was just enough to kiss his tip so you did before tasting the precum and licking it from your lips making him groan. the sight was as good as he imagined it, hell even fucking better. 

"fuck-" he moaned and put a hand on your head, urging you to do something.

wade looks up at you then at logan with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and you're just giving him kitten licks. he pulls away from your clit to let out a chuckle then speaks directly at you as he slowly fingers you, "don't tease the old man, baby. we gotta respect our elders."

you looked down at him then nodded — turning your attention back to logan's cock. wade's grip loosened just a tad bit so you could move your body up to try to take his cock in your mouth. you opened wide and slap it on your tongue, not being able to help the urge to tease him anyway.

logan grunted and thrusted his hips forward, "come on bub i'm dying over here." he groaned making you chuckle.

"patience is a virtue." you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

he groans and shakes his head before holding your head still and makes you take the tip inside your mouth. you moan against him and immediately take more of him in your mouth while stroking his shaft. "you know that's not my strong suit, bub."

“and never will be peanut.” wade snickers and slips a second finger inside you. 

you moan against logan’s cock and slowly bob your head back and forth while wade tries to match your pace. you quickly notice what he’s trying to do and try to fit more of logan in your mouth but he was just so thick. 

he slowly began to thrust his hips forward, making you take it so you just relaxed and let him. you breathed through your nose and brought a hand down to hold one of wade’s. he grabbed it softly and gave it a squeeze while he continued fucking you, a bit faster now. 

you reached your other hand up to logan and he grabbed it, rubbing his thumb against your skin while your name slipped out of his lips like a prayer, because he just can’t help it.

your mouth felt so good, so heavenly. he knew this should’ve been done sooner but better late than never.

you closed your eyes and slowly laid your head down on the mattress so he could do the work, you turned your head more to the side and he started going faster. meanwhile wade added a third finger and was matching logan’s pace while he looked at the view with pure lust in his eyes. 

“doing so good pumpkin, treating our old man how he deserves huh?” wade purrs making you clench against his fingers. 

wade went back to your clit and started sucking then alternating to flicking it with his tongue. you were letting out muffled moans but they were just overpowered by logan’s. he looked down at you and moaned, “atta girl, just like that baby. takin’ it so good.” 

“put that mouth to good use peanut, she’s been so sassy with us recently.” wade chimes in making logan chuckle. 

“she has, hasn’t she?” he groans and slows down but starts going deeper. 

wade matches that as well and that’s when he takes full notice on how your juices were dripping down his fingers, “jesus it’s like niagara falls down here except i could drink this up for the rest of my life.” 

logan smirks and finally stops, sliding himself off so you can breathe. you take a deep a breath and wade slips his fingers out of you as well making you whine. he gasps and points a finger at logan, “what kind of sorcery is this?!?!!”

“i want a taste.” he mutters and wade sticks his fingers out earning himself a loud growl. 

you roll your eyes and sit up, reaching for his arm before opening your mouth and taking all his fingers in your mouth — tasting yourself while you made eye contact with him. 

after tasting all your juices, you pull his hand away with a plop then turn to logan and grab his arm to pull him down before pulling him in for a kiss. you stuck your tongue inside his mouth and before you knew it he started kissing back, able to taste how sweet you are. 

you pulled away and laid back down, looking at them both before they exchanged looks, “move over wilson, it’s my turn.” he responds and climbs off the bed. 

wade climbs on top of the bed and takes logan’s previous position because he did say he would try his best to share. he never liked sharing any of his toys but with you, it might be different. 

unfortunately logan was a fucking liar, and as much as he loved tasting you, he needed to be inside you even more. 

he spread your legs and positioned himself to your entrance, teasing you with just the tip while you licked wade’s wet tip. “thanks for warming her up for me, bub.” he says, giving wade a sly wink then sliding inside you with ease. 

your walls clamped against him, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that came out. he made himself fit and just slid all the way in, to take in how you feel. 

you were so tight, squeezing him to absolute perfection he could’ve sworn he was seeing stars. 

you were about to take wade into your head when he shook his head and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his cock, “your mouth can take a small break, cupcake.” 

you grinned up at him and began to stroke him, he was also thick like logan. now you were just confused how the hell you didn’t think of doing this sooner. 

logan was now slowly starting to fuck into you, just wanting to be as deep as he can be because you just molded onto his cock like a missing puzzle piece. he held onto the back of your thighs and leaned down a little, thrusting back and forth while he held eye contact with you. 

you were already teary eyed, looking so fucked out, in bliss. your eyes were fluttering and you could’ve sworn you were dreaming. “how’s that cock feel baby?” wade asked and you just moaned. 

he grinned and just watched how you took logan, how your body was reacting to his and how he swore he could cum a whole ocean just from watching. 

logan began going faster, having a similar reaction to wade. you looked so fucking pretty taking him, and trying your best to stroke wade. so fucking perfect. 

“bet you’re close huh, gramps?” wade cuts his thoughts and he could only grunt. “can’t even blame you really… not at all actually. but we gotta make sure our girl finishes too.” he adds and that he could agree with. 

you bring your unoccupied hand down to start rubbing your clit and instantly feel that familiar feeling in your lower belly. “gonna cum for us, baby?” wade purrs and you just nod while letting out mixed moans with both of their names. 

“that’s my good girl.” logan murmurs, making you whimper. 

“our good girl.” wade corrects making logan chuckle. 

“our good girl.” logan grunts, earning himself some desperate little cries from you.

your legs began to shake and you continued stroking wade, going as fast as you could. within seconds you could feel him twitching and logan’s thrusts started to become sloppy. “please cum inside me.”  you murmur making both men groan. 

with one final thrust, logan released his load deep inside you, your orgasm hit you hard — making you a shaking mess and a mix of moans and cries leaving your lips. meanwhile wade was groaning and spilling his load all over you, some made it to your mouth and some even down to your belly. 

the room was filled with loud breaths and the strong smell of sex that just intoxicated logan’s nostrils. he caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes fluttering and a cute little smile on your face. 

he slowly brought your legs down, letting them rest on the soft mattress before slowly sliding out of you. you calmed your breathing down and let go of wade’s dick. when you felt logan’s dick slip out, you instantly felt his load come out and drip down to your asshole. 

as if a physical light bulb lit up above wade’s head, he quickly got off the bed, and went between your legs and not hesitating for one second to slurp up absolutely every drop of the mixed fluids. 

you and logan both looked at him with shocked looks on your faces, absolutely stunned. 

he didn’t pull away until you were absolutely clean and no remnants were to be seen. he finally looked up at you both and just shrugged, “when else would i get the chance?” 

“we could always do it again?” you offer and shrug, trying to be nonchalant as if your brain isn’t already filled with more ideas. 

“do i smell a part two?” wade asks, raising an eyebrow before getting up just to lay next to you while logan did the same. 

maybe sharing wouldn’t be the end of the world.

[baka-bakeneko]

Sharing Nicely - Logan Howlett [Wolverine] x Wade Wilson [Deadpool] x F!Reader

tags: NSFW, MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, deadpool and wolverine are "playfully" territorial, platonic massage, more throuple vibes, playful costuming, deadpool is a bratty sub, movie accurate Logan Howlett attitude, Logan Howlett is an animal, service dom Logan Howlett, mean dom Logan Howlett, submissive Wade Wilson, guided oral, sharing the bowl, definitely more knifeplay [?], edging, wolvie-style, kneeling sex, j*ck off show, praise kiiiink, Wade is a good boy, wrap it before you tap it psa, cre*mpie, c*m decorations, slight aftercare

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: You try to give Logan a massage, but Wade wants attention too.

a/n: i gave myself good brain scratches with the last fic so imma write some more until i tire myself out; call me obsessed.

You pushed your palms up under Logan's shoulder blades, admiring the bristled hair that decorated along his back. He released a heavy growl out in the direction of the headboard, wedging the pillow he was relaxed again further under his chest.

"Fuuuuck, that's good," Logan grit, turning over his shoulder to smirk. "Keep doing that."

You smiled down at your boyfriend, raising up on your knees to knead into his sides. "Tell me if I hurt you?"

Logan shook his head, dropping his face into the mattress with a deep groan. You bit into your bottom lip, pulsing your fingers against his hot skin before trailing down to squeeze his lovable handles.

He stretched his back, grinding his teeth in a low growl. "Harder, babe. Right there."

Your heart rushed at his utterance, catching your breath as you rolled your hips forward at the tops of thighs. Following his direction, you pressed into his lovable handles, kneading into the stiff muscle there and earning his version of a whimper.

"God fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to the mattress to release his soft noises.

The door creaked open to Wade peeking his nose into the doorway. His head tilted into the room, catching your attention.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked cheekily, earning your grin at him. "You peggin'?"

You giggled at him, lifting onto your knees to press into Logan's back again. Logan lifted his head and snapped his glare back at Wade.

"Get out," he huffed.

"What about me?" Wade pouted teasingly, stepping into your room.

"Go fuck yourself," Logan retorted, turning his head back to the headboard.

"That's not as fun," Wade said, hopping onto the empty side of the bed and stretching out. "Come on, baby, come rub on me a little."

You laughed again, playfully rolling your eyes as Wade's hand grazed up your knee. "I'll make it worth your while if you make my banana cry."

Logan grunted, turning his head at Wade. He wormed his arm out from under his pillow and not-so-playfully jabbed Wade in the side.

Wade grimaced through his grin at you, baring his teeth in a smile seconds before Logan's claws found their way into his side. You looked plainly between your two men and shook your head.

"Are you two fighting over me?" You asked teasingly.

"No," Wade coyly said, sparing a glance over to Logan.

"Yes," Logan grit, retracting his claws and shaking the blood over Wade's side. His hand reached back to caress your knee, up to your thigh before his pinkie finger tempted under your shorts. "Stay on me, bub."

Wade mocked Logan. "Bub, come rub on me. Or I'll rub on you. Eat you out, turn you over. Whatever you want."

Logan's nostrils flared over at Wade, his hand leaving you to clamp over his throat and squeeze. You tapped at Logan's bicep for him to release Wade.

"Babe, relax," you said, taking Logan's hand back to your thigh. You looked over to Wade. "Not right now, Wade."

Wade deflated, pulling his arms behind his head to watch you. "That's fine, I like watching you two."

Logan snarled, which was cut short with the heels of your palms baring into his back, grazing down with a heavy pressure. He groaned, his pitch heightening the further you got down.

You punctuated with a deep press into the small of Logan's back, earning another soft whimper.

"Wow, can I try?" Wade asked, reaching over to touch Logan's back.

Logan's top lip peeled back, growling in a fashion that you felt in your core. You rolled your hips against the backs of his legs again, leaning forward to playfully nibble at Logan's earlobe.

"Relax. Wade's just playing. Aren't you, Wade?" You asked, raising your brows at Wade.

He recoiled his hand, bored at the turn of events. You smirked at him, returning your attention to Logan. "Better?"

Logan rolled his head against the mattress, lifting his head at your unsharp teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Be better if you were naked."

"That's what I'm saying!" Wade added, pouting his bottom lip out at you.

You shook your head at the two men on the bed; you reached out and playfully mushed Wade's face away. The one time they came together on an idea, let it be your men.

"Grab the body oil," you said casually to Wade, instructing him on a quick hunt.

You watched as Wade scrambled off the bed, his lack of brows raised in excitement. "Okay! Let me grab your nylon thong and crop top too!"

You scoffed amusedly at Wade as Logan raised his head to look back at you. "Are you really gonna wear that?"

"No," you drew out, looking down at your attire. The spaghetti strap crop tank and free flow shorts doing the same job.

"Would you wear it for me?" Logan raised a brow curiously. You smirked down at your boyfriend, pressing into the middle of his back and earning his groan.

"If you wear a leather jacket."

Logan's face metered out, his brows evening before smirking. "If Wade comes back with it, I'll wear the jacket when we go out."

He turned onto his side, making you raise up on your knees for him to roll on his back. You pursed your lips in thought as Logan played at the hem of your shorts, just as Wade rushed back in with his arms full.

He panted, dropping his finds onto the bed like a proud puppy. You and Logan looked over at Wade's finds: a bright red nylon thong, his old x-force training crop shirt, and a bottle of body oil.

Glancing from Wade to Logan, both of them were eagerly silent as you weighed your options. You climbed off of the bed, grabbing the items Wade scrounged together and starting towards the bathroom.

You stopped at the doorway, looking back at your boys. "I want you both ready when I get back."

Wade and Logan looked at each other, both nodding before you shut the door. It was a quick change, peeling off your shorts to replace with the thong. The slinky fabric slipped over your cheeks, lining directly up your butt and resting naturally on your hips.

You did the same with your tank top, replacing it with the crop top that barely kept your breasts hidden with your arms at your sides. Turning in the mirror, you admired your body in Wade's odd choices.

The curve of your butt was accentuated by the bright red, your breasts peeking out from the bottom of the yellow-blue crop top. You cracked open the door to the bedroom, prompting the boys to get ready.

You snatched the bottle from the bathroom counter and leaned in the doorway. You teasingly exaggerated your exit, tossing your hair behind your shoulder before holding up the bottle.

"Who's ready for a rub down?" You asked, surprised that both Logan and Wade were sat on the bed, stripped down to their boxers.

"Holy-" Wade began, gaping at you.

"Shit," Logan finished, sitting up from lounging on his side. He immediately shoved Wade away and bucked up on all fours.

You giggled at him, then Wade who grabbed the back of Logan's neck to shove his face to the mattress. "Bad dog. Come here, sweetheart."

Logan growled and tossed his arm out at Wade, slapping him in the stomach to release him. You stood patiently, waiting their petty fight out before tossing the bottle onto the bed between them.

You held your hands on your hips, glaring at the two of them and taking the lead for the men. "Hey! Eyes on me."

They both paused, taken aback by your stern tone before sitting and staring at you; your nipples peaked out from the bottom of your shirt, taking more attention as Wade hummed.

You took a knee onto the bed, then the other, using Logan's shoulder to steady yourself. Grabbing the bottle, you flipped the top and squeezed a small dollop of the oil onto your palm.

You took the cool oil to your neck, rubbing it along your shoulder with a deep hum before doing it again, this time reaching to massage oil into Wade's burnt neck.

Logan slipped the bottle from your hands, opening it to gather a handful and moving behind you. His hands, calloused and large, started at the waistband of your thong, his nails grazing your skin to show his restraint.

Wade turned into your migrating hands, looking over your shoulder to your menacing junkyard dog boyfriend. "He's right behind you, you know."

You grinned, palming over Wade's shoulders before reaching up his neck to share moisture to your other hand. "I know."

Logan sneered over your shoulder at Wade, rounding his hands to your stomach then gliding up to tease at your breasts. You cooed by his touch, focusing your eyes on Wade before leaning in to kiss him.

Wade's hands nervously hovered over your hips, wanting to partake in touching though Logan's eyes bored into his forehead. You grinned, glancing over to Logan as he ducked his face into your neck. He kissed you there, dragging his lips and tongue down as his hands kneaded heavily at your breasts.

Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan, placing his hands on your thighs and kneading at them carefully. You giggled between them, feeling Wade migrate his fingers to tease around your thong.

"Wade," Logan warned, parting from your neck to snarl. "You know the rules."

Wade pouted, leaning in to whisper at you. "What happens if I don't follow the rules?"

You smirked, leaning into Wade's mouth. "I'd follow them, Wade."

He scoffed, readily flossing your thong in the front, stringing it around your clit and earning a keen from you. Logan's hands instinctively shut it down, his fingers diving into your panties before Wade's could.

Logan scrubbed at your clit, leaning you back into him while he turned his nose at Wade. You moaned, stretching yourself against Logan as his fingers curled into your pussy.

"That's not fair," Wade grit, releasing his fingers from your panties.

"You didn't ask," Logan sneered, pulling your panties aside for Wade to witness his thick fingers pushing into you.

"Boys," you breathed, trying to keep level as your hands slipped off of Wade.

Logan turned into your ear, shushing you as he glared at Wade. "Wade, are you going to be a good boy?"

Wade grumbled, his mouth worming and readying to say something. You tilted your head back on Logan's shoulder, losing your control over the situation. Logan was once again in charge.

"Yes," he said shortly, dropping his chin and looking under his brow at Logan, barely stashing his pout.

Logan's signature grin returned, dropping his head to lick a stripe up your neck, staking his claim once again. "Why don't you get on the floor for me?"

Wade straightened up, slipping his legs off of the edge of the bed and kneeling onto the floor. Logan squinted, giving his soft praise while still working you over.

He pulled you over to the edge of the bed, propping you up before peeling from your back. He slipped his fingers out of you, painting your juices on your inside thigh.

With a sigh, you propped yourself up on your palms, rolling your head back between your shoulders. Logan slipped off of the bed, sitting next to Wade with his cock fully at attention.

"I gotcha, bub," Logan said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your thong and peeling them down. He kissed between your knees, down your calves, following your panties dropping to the floor.

He took your knee, spreading your leg open before tenderly caressing the back of Wade's head. Logan leaned into his ear, whispering something incoherent before pulling back and guiding Wade's mouth into your pussy.

You gasped instantly, your chest heaving as Wade's tongue slipped into you. Staring down at Wade, you glanced to Logan, who's eyes were blown to obsidian.

His snarl never left, his hold on the back of Wade's neck metered on gentle before snatching him out of you. Logan took the helm, nosing your clit and lining down your lips before suckling in your erect nub and pressing two fingers inside.

Your stomach curled, your knees threatening to magnetize together but Wade held one leg still as Logan held the other. You cried out to the ceiling, rocking your hips onto Logan's fingers, ready to explode.

Logan reeled back with sharp huff, blowing a hot breath over you, pulling his fingers out. The boys stared in sick awe as your pussy gulped, hungry for replacement.

He offered up Wade again, letting him lick up your leaking juices before pulling him off again. "Do you think she's had enough?"

Wade nodded, licking his lips as his eyes were hazy. Logan leaned in, licking at corner of Wade's mouth before kissing him. It was feverish, fueled by his sneers and sharp teeth. Logan bit into his bottom lip, earning a moan from Wade that Logan ate.

You caught your breath between them, relaxing your body from the edge of orgasm while Logan attempted to share his affection on Wade. It lasted longer than you expected without incident, only punctuated with Logan's claws extending just behind Wade's head.

He pulled Wade off of him, tilting his head. Letting him go, he clicked his tongue for Wade to climb onto the bed. Logan turned to you, running his hand up your body before pushing you back onto the bed. "Roll over, sweetheart. Assume the position."

You trilled, turning onto your stomach and raising up on your knees to present for Logan. Logan grinned evilly over your back to Wade, peeling his boxers down to reveal his hardened length.

You tilted your head on the bed to see Wade, sat at the head of the bed, stroking his hard cock. Glancing back at Logan, he offered you a sharp spank to the apple of your ass.

He ran his hands over your body, stripping you out of your shirt before tearing it off your arms, tossing it at Wade. "This is what good boys get, Wade," Logan grunted, sliding his steel cock into you and earning a heightened moan.

Wade paused, pouting down at you as your hands reached out to stabilize yourself. Your eyes lulled with each heavy thrust Logan gave, a cacophony of skin slapping skin and muted moans from you the only thing left in the room.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Logan asked, raising his brow at Wade.

Wade simpered, raising up on his knees to stroke his cock just before your face. "Just a little kiss?"

Logan uttered an animal sound, nothing more than instinct within his reddening chest. His claws slashed out, using them to climb onto the bed and actually mount you as his inner beast instructed.

His claws dug into the mattress, shielding your body with his. "Fuck your hand, Wade. Or fuck off."

"L-Logan," you panted, reaching a hang out to brace his stubbled cheek. You tried to offer him lenience, even in the position you were in.

He shied away from your touch, if only for a moment; his cock twitched with a new ferocity, your walls suctioned around him tighter than before.

Glancing up at Wade, Logan's nostrils flared before relenting. He pulled back his claws on his right hand, resting it on your hip with a drawback of his cock.

You whimpered as Logan nuzzled into your palm, soaking up the soft feeling of your fingers on his beard. He reached for the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss your cheek before directing you to Wade.

"You be grateful for her," Logan grit at Wade, who whimpered as your mouth circled around his tip.

Wade fell back on his haunches, his fingers curling through your hair as he stared at Logan. "T-thank you."

He massaged at your temples, his fingers working through your hair while he slowly canted his hips, pushing his cock in and out of your open mouth. At the same time, Logan resumed his pace, leaving you suspended between the two men.

Your hand reached out, twitching in response to Logan's heavy thrusts; with your mouth occupied, your moans fed into Wade's thrusts, earning a few pleased hisses from him.

"Y-you wanna Eiffel Tower this? Really seal the triangle?" Wade asked, removing one hand from your hair to offer out to Logan.

Logan growled, once again showing his dislike for Wade's mouth when not put to good use. He reached out, pulling Wade a bit closer before tenderly tapping his cheek.

"Just for that, I'm gonna make sure you finish last," Logan posed, almost an empty threat.

His eyes were dark and flooded with adrenaline, his brow low as he stared into Logan. "I got all night to make you miserable."

You hummed, feeling Logan pause inside you as Wade receded. Hand reaching out again, you tapped at Logan's thigh for him to be easy.

Logan pulled you off of Wade's cock, righting you on your knees to be sandwiched between both men. Logan curled an arm around your stomach, his fingers spread precariously around your clit.

"You said you like watching us," Logan grunted, resuming his pace but now thrusting, gaining momentum like a steam train.

You bowed against Logan's body, hands held out to brace yourself against Wade's chest. Wade's nostrils flared, something he'd picked up from Logan, and watched you two fuck before him as his cock twitched at being fully ignored.

He tried to kiss you, but Logan clamped a hand over your mouth cutting off your loud noises reverberating through the room. Logan glanced down at Wade's cock, dripping and damp from your mouth.

"Why don't you show us how you like your cock stroked? How you jerk off to us fucking in front of you?" Logan metered out, restraining himself.

He slowly retracted his hands from their places to rest on your hips, allowing you to drape against him. Wade groaned, taking grip of his cock once more and stroking his length gently.

He winced, reaching his swollen tip before reversing back down to his base with a slow pull. You glanced at Wade through hazy eyes, noticing him masturbating to the two of you.

Logan nodded coolly, tilting to whisper in your ear. "Do you see how well behaved he is, even when he doesn't get a reward? He can listen so well sometimes."

You smiled softly at him, noting the grit at the end of his words. At the same time, Logan thrust into you harder, ringing a part of you that caused a loss of breath.

Your eyes fluttered between rolling and watching, feeling balanced in a delicate nature. Logan drew his tongue along your neck, nibbling at your ear before reaching to touch your clit.

"Are you gonna cum to me or Wade? He's putting on a show," Logan prompted, silently willing you to look at Wade.

He was on the verge of hiccups, fist in his mouth as he bit his knuckles to hold on'; Wade's cock was drooling with precum, begging to be released.

"Say Wade's name like you so sweetly do. Cum on my cock and tell Wade he's a good boy."

Your fingers on Logan's thigh curled to clench into his skin, your pussy throbbing on the edge of release. Logan reached down to teasingly wisp his fingers back and forth on your clit, causing your undoing.

You got caught, sweating from the heat Logan's chest gave off while staring at Wade struggling to not cum.

"Wade," you gasped, your free hand reaching out for Wade's stomach. Your fingers dragged along the divots of his abs, tracing on the burn scars decorating his skin. "Good boy, you're such a good boy."

Logan chuckled, pausing his thrusts to revel in the vice grip of your pussy. It begged at his cock, urging him to cum deep inside you as the ultimate territorial claim. But he refrained, catching his breath before finally succumbing to your molten walls.

He buried his face in your neck, curling his arms around your chest and waist, ready to tuck you away in the deepest pocket of his bed and keep you for himself.

But he opened his eyes, looking over to Wade. He was still trying to maintain, opting use his fingers to tease at his shaft though his face was reddening from restraint.

"Logan," you started, finally regaining a bit of your consciousness. "Let him go."

Logan exhaled, then reached a hand out to slap Wade's away. He took grip of Wade's cock, stroking in a tender pull that had Wade bowing his head back, ready to lose.

"No hard feelings, bub. Why don't you aim for her pretty pussy? Cum right on her clit," Logan said, gearing up his strokes and causing Wade to whimper.

"It's okay, you're a real good boy, showing how you take directions...when you want," Logan continued, his tone hoarse. "But I want you to paint her cunt so you can clean up both our messes later."

He grinned mischievously, earning Wade's furrowed brows and gaped mouth. Logan edged you off of his shoulder with a tender nudge.

"Help him out, baby. Or else he'll be a pain all night."

You scoffed, reaching for Wade's hands and sliding them down your chest, prompting him to knead at your breasts. Wade groaned at the feeling of your pebbled nipples in his palms, how you spread your legs further as he massaged.

The combination of the two of you became too much; Wade groaned out, cumming into Logan's hand and your pussy. The warmth of his essence slid down your skin, splitting around your clit and between your lips, undoubtedly mixing with Logan's overflowing load.

Logan retracted his hand as Wade sat on his haunches in defeat; pulling out of you, he watched as you fell to your side to catch your breath.

He lovingly pat Wade's hip then clambered off of the bed to get a towel. When he returned, you found the energy to sit up.

Wade was lounged between the two sets of pillows, eyes lulling with the false security of sleep. You shook your head as Logan climbed onto the bed and reached between your legs to clean you up.

"You two do not know how to share nicely." You aimed the last word at Logan, who was doing his best to not smile at you.

"I said I'd share," Logan retorted lightly, tossing the damp cloth to Wade's at-attention cock. "I never said evenly."

"If at fucking all," Wade chimed in, wiping his cock off with the cloth before tossing it off of the bed.

Logan bit back a snarl, only to be met by Wade sitting up and wrapping his arms around Logan's neck. He playfully nuzzled his face into Logan's ear, earning a set of claws extended into his ribs.

"It's okay, Wolvie. We got all night to learn about sharing."

[sambuckylibrary]

TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a TFATWS Anniversary event! The event will run from March 17th to April 27th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #tfatwsanniversary2025 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025 Collection.

For the prompts for the event, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

The Prompts Will Be:

WEEK 1:

Monday: Madripoor Tuesday: District of Columbia Wednesday: Birnin Zana Thursday: New York City Friday: Delacroix

WEEK 2:

Monday: "You give them something to aspire to." Tuesday: Long, Separate Vacations Wednesday: "Can you move your seat up?" Thursday: Big Three Friday: "I love you, buddy."

WEEK 3:

Monday: Meet Ugly Tuesday: Enemies to Lovers Wednesday: Only One Bed Thursday: And They Were Roommates Friday: Didn't Know They Were Married

WEEK 4:

Monday: Leila Taylor | Sidewinder Tuesday: Joaquín Torres | Ayo and Shuri Wednesday: Isaiah and Eli Bradley | Redwing Thursday: Karli Morgenthau | U.S. Agent Friday: The Wilson Family | The Barnes Family

WEEK 5:

Monday: Fantasy AU Tuesday: Soulmates AU Wednesday: Sports AU Thursday: No Powers AU Friday: Celebrity AU

WEEK 6:

Monday: Searching for Bucky Barnes Tuesday: On the Run Wednesday: TFATWS Thursday: Captain America Sam Wilson Friday: Forming the Thunderbolts* | Reforming the Avengers

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky multi-week event in celebration of the anniversary for TFATWS TV show.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts at once. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all of the prompts during the event at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from March 17th and run until April 27th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

Not this year, unfortunately. But there will be cool banners for each day!

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #tfatwsanniversary2025.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025 (TFATWS_Anniversary_Event_2025).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 2 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your TFATWS inspired pieces!

- The Mods

[wannabespacesmuggler]

PLATONIC ➵ S. WILSON

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Bucky has no idea how two people who have known each other for two decades can be so blind to their feelings for one another. At first, it was somewhat comical, the two of you dancing around your obvious attraction for one another, but Bucky has grown tired of pretending that your relationship is strictly platonic.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF (some angst if you squint), mutual pining, mentions of Riley (CA:TWS), Bucky meddling in your relationship, mentions of the Blip, alcohol consumption, Reader and Sam being two oblivious idiots in love, no use of y/n

Word Count: 3.8k

Song Inspo: "Platonic" by Ryan Hurd

Author’s Note: So, I saw Brave New World in February and haven't been able to stop thinking about Sam Wilson since. The x Reader tag for my boy is absolutely lacking so I decided to write something for my cap. Hope you guys enjoy some good ole Sam Wilson fluff. Let me know what you guys think and if you have any Sam Wilson x Reader recs on tumblr. Please, I'm desperate.

“You know you could just ask him out, right?”

You choke down your beer, nearly spitting it out as Bucky speaks up beside you. The two of you have been quietly sitting shoulder-to-shoulder at the shitty, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub that Sam insists on frequenting whenever all three of you are in D.C. at the same time. The little tradition had started as a coping mechanism after the three of you were blipped back into existence. You remember Sam begging you to accompany him to O’Malley’s the first time. And you remember sitting between your best friend and Bucky Barnes — it looked almost comical, an ex-Hydra assassin, a former Air Force pilot, and the newly named Captain America drinking a beer together. At first, you thought that Sam had asked you to come as a way to get you out of your house after everything that happened, but as the three of you sat in uncomfortable silence together, you realized that Sam brought you as a buffer. In all the years you’ve known the charismatic Sam Wilson, you never met someone he couldn’t talk to.

And then you met James Buchanan Barnes. 

Unlike Sam, you quickly fell into a cordial friendship with Bucky once you broke the ice. He’s both headstrong and cocky but also observant and aloof. People who meet him in passing might comment on how quiet he is, but you know he’s incredibly opinionated — hell, you made the mistake of commenting about baseball during your trio’s second outing together and had to listen to the man complain about the Brooklyn Dodgers moving to LA for a good thirty minutes. But what really bonded you with Bucky was Sam. You know that when Bucky looks at Sam, he sees what Steve saw in him — the man that Captain America decided was worthy of his mantle. 

He reminds you of Riley in many ways, and that’s why Sam had a more challenging time getting on board with the three of you hanging out together at first. Because for so long, it was just you, Sam, and Riley. You met Sam at boot camp, and then you met Riley shortly after. The three of you ran pararescue missions together — Sam and Riley clad in Exo-7 flight suits while you manned the C-130, which, thanks to a big government contract with Stark Industries, integrated cloaking systems and environmental blending. Then, on a routine mission, Riley got shot out of the sky, and suddenly it was just you and Sam. Sam became a PTSD veteran counselor, you got a piloting job with SHIELD stationed in D.C. to stay close to him, and then the two of you became regulars at O’Malley’s due to its proximity to both of your apartments. A part of Sam was afraid that he was replacing Riley by inviting Bucky into the space you share with him, but he had made a promise to Steve before he’d gone back in time with the infinity stones. And slowly but surely, the two became close friends, bonding over shared military stories, their musical tastes, and their deep respect and adoration for you. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Bucky scoffs at your question before taking another swig of his beer. He knows you’re playing dumb — the two of you have been participating in this same song and dance for the better part of a year now. Two months into regularly drinking with Sam and Bucky at O’Malley’s, you drunkenly confessed to Bucky that you harbor feelings for your best friend. He pretended to be shocked, but he knew about your little secret after first meeting with you and Sam. Bucky may be a tad out of touch with new social norms — the man hasn’t participated in the dating scene since the 1940s — but the act of pining hasn’t changed over the decades that have passed. 

“We’re just going to pretend you haven’t been brooding all night after Sam got whisked away by those girls?”

You roll your eyes at Bucky’s question. The annoyance weaved into your expression doesn’t come from a place of malice but instead draws from your frustration at how well Bucky understands you. Sam will always be your best friend, but Bucky has become something like a brother to you over the past year — an empty role in your life since Riley passed away. And after all, Bucky is an older brother — a protector — at his core. He may have lost his little sister a lifetime ago, but the instincts were still there, buried deep down until you and Sam showed up in his life.

“Brooding is your thing, Buck.”

“Exactly. So, can you stop stepping on my shoes?”

A smile tugs at your lips as Bucky playfully nudges you with his elbow. You know he’s trying to lighten the mood, and his humor has made you feel a little lighter; however, there’s still a gnawing in the pit of your stomach as you watch one of the girls slowly slide their hand down Sam’s arm. Bucky follows your gaze and lets out a tired sigh.

“Seriously, kid. What’s stopping you from just asking him out?”

“He’s my best friend, Buck.”

Bucky arches a brow at your reasoning. You say it as if it’s the answer to all of your heartache — as if it’s a valid excuse to hold yourself back from happiness. He has no idea how two people who have known each other for two decades can be so blind to their feelings for one another. At first, it was somewhat comical, the two of you dancing around your obvious attraction for one another, but Bucky has grown tired of pretending that your relationship is strictly platonic. He’s been trying to intervene, but whenever you think about confessing your feelings to Sam, you immediately talk yourself out of it. And Sam isn’t any better. Bucky’s tried to talk some sense into him at least a dozen times, but he’s sure you don’t feel the same way about him.

“I could always set you up with one of my friends.”

“I’m fairly certain you only have two friends, and they’re currently at this bar, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he finishes his beer. 

“Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of you and Sam.”

He places the empty bottle on the counter along with a five-dollar bill before layering his leather jacket over his long-sleeve t-shirt. It’s a mild spring day, but you know he doesn’t wear the extra layers for warmth. They’re worn for the same reason as his leather gloves — security that his shiny, metal arm is covered. Bucky spares Sam one last glance before turning his attention back to you. You’re nursing the beer in your hand, simply waiting for Sam to notice you again. He gently grabs your shoulder with his good hand, and Bucky’s heart breaks in his chest as you look up at him with sad eyes.

“Just think about it, okay?”

You nod at his question, and Bucky releases his hold before heading home for the night. With a sigh, you finish your lukewarm beer and order another while waiting patiently for your best friend. Sam Wilson has always been the life of the party — the man who shines like a ray of sunlight even on the darkest days. But the Captain America mantle came with a newfound attention that Sam seems to revel in. You, however, find yourself struggling with it — it had been just the two of you for so long, and now you feel like you’re sharing him with all of America. 

But little do you know that even now, with the entire bar vying for his attention, Sam feels drawn to you like some invisible string is pulling him back. His eyes scan the crowd at O’Malley’s until they find you. He gives you a bright, genuine smile — the kind that leaves you grinning from ear to ear. You watch as he excuses himself from the lively conversation and approaches you. He slides into the seat beside you, shoulder bumping against yours as he leans into your space to grab the beer in front of you. You shoot him a playful glare as he takes a drink out of your beer bottle, and he winks at you in response. He places the bottle back in front of you before speaking.

“Bucky already left?”

“You know the old man — has to be home before bedtime.”

Sam laughs while throwing an arm back across your chair. You don’t even think twice about the action; Sam’s done it at least a thousand times at this point.

“Are you ready to get out of here?”

You give him an eager nod, desperate to get some fresh air. Sam laughs at your reaction before paying both of your tabs. Like in the bar, you don’t think twice as Sam slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk down the streets of the nation’s capital. Not even as he walks up the five flights of stairs with you to your apartment, unlocking the door with the key you gave him ages ago. Not even as he moves through your apartment as if it were his, opening your fridge to grab two beers and rifling through your junk drawer to find the bottle opener he knows is in there. Not even as Sam falls asleep on your couch again after a night of talking for hours. You don’t think twice because this is how it’s always been between you and Sam — it’s always been comfortable, domestic. 

But, for some reason, tonight is different. As you sit on your kitchen counter, finishing your beer, Sam’s loud snores from your living room are drowned out by Bucky’s words from earlier this evening ringing in your ears. This is what your life has always looked like, but is this all it will be — waiting for your slice of Sam’s increasingly divided time? You’re happy for him. Truly. Sam deserves everything that the mantle of Captain America comes with — the attention, the popularity, the spotlight. You’re overjoyed that the world is finally seeing what you’ve seen in Sam all along, but a small part of you is jealous. And that jealousy is starting to eat you alive. 

You sigh, downing the last of your beer before sliding your phone out of your pocket. Scrolling through your contacts, you find Bucky’s name. You listen to the phone ring twice before Bucky answers your call. Concern is evident in his voice as he says your name. You rarely call him this late, but you know you’d talk yourself out of this in the morning. 

“I’ll do it, Buck. Set up the date.”

“It’s about time, kid.”

You spend the rest of your agonizingly slow week second-guessing that phone call. Hell, you almost call Bucky at least a dozen times to cancel the date altogether — to simply state that Bucky’s advice is ridiculous and you’re perfectly fine with your current situation. But, ultimately, you decide this is for the best. If your goal is to get over your absurd crush on Sam Wilson, then you actually need to start working on it. So, even though you’ve managed to worry yourself sick on Friday, you still manage to get yourself ready that evening and leave your apartment. A small smile pulls at your lips as you stand outside the address Bucky texted you several days prior. You’re thankful he chose a casual ramen spot for the blind date. It makes the whole experience a little less high stakes — like you could leave at any time with limited consequences. 

With an exasperated sigh, you finally bite the bullet and pull open the door to the small establishment. The bell above you rings, and you’re greeted by a friendly man behind the counter, telling you to sit wherever you want. You turn towards the quaint dining room and, to your surprise, see a familiar figure sitting at one of the tables. Sam Wilson looks just as surprised as you feel. Your feet move on their own accord as you approach your best friend. He looks nice — clad in a maroon polo and his nicest pair of jeans. 

“What are you doing here, Sam?”

You found it strange that you never received your weekly text from Sam asking you about your Friday night plans. But you concluded that either Bucky told him about your blind date or Sam planned a date for that evening as well. But this was an outcome you never expected.

“Bucky set me up on a blind date with one of his friends.”

Your brow furrows at Sam’s confession.

“Bucky set me up on a blind date with one of his friends.”

Sam looks at you as if you’re speaking a different language, and embarrassment washes over you as you realize that you’re right: Bucky Barnes only has two friends, and they’re currently looking at each other stupidly in a family-owned Ramen joint. Anger rushes through your veins as the realization sets in, but Sam still looks dumbfounded.

“So, Bucky set us up on a date.”

“Oh.”

You wait for him to continue, but he just sits at his empty table, at a loss for words. Usually, the silence between the two of you is comfortable; however, right now, it's excruciating. You suddenly feel about two inches tall as you stand before Sam. As the room gets twenty degrees warmer and the walls begin closing in, you decide it’s probably best if you get out of here. 

“This was a stupid idea.”

You turn away from Sam, but before you can take a step towards the door, he grabs your hand. The contact causes you to look back at your best friend, whose gaze is surprisingly tender. Your body relaxes ever so slightly, and, against your better judgment, your hand tightens around his. 

“It doesn’t have to be.”

His tone is genuine, but there’s still that voice in the back of your head gnawing at you. There’s no way that your best friend suddenly wants to go on a date with you. That shit doesn’t happen in real life. This isn’t a movie — he hasn’t been waiting almost two decades for this exact moment to express his feelings for you. You keep your expectations low because although Sam is a superhero, this isn’t a fairytale. Still, you let him gently tug your body into the seat across from him. 

“You don’t have to do this, Sam.”

Sam’s brow furrows, and a look of genuine confusion washes over his features. He studies you for a moment before speaking. 

“You think I don’t want to go on a date with you?”

You roll your eyes at his question. This whole conversation is ridiculous, and it’s beginning to feel like Sam and Bucky are pulling a practical joke on you right now. But Sam looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, so you play along even though you aren’t happy about it.

“C’mon, Sam.”

Sam simply arches a brow at you with a bewildered expression, and for a moment, your resolve falters. What if this is real? What if this isn’t some stupid joke between Sam and Bucky? What’s the harm in just letting this moment play out? With a sigh, you look up at Sam, who is still studying your features. 

“Sam, I’m pretty certain that if you were interested in me at any point in the last twenty years, you’d have asked me out by now.”

Sam huffs out a laugh at this, and suddenly, he looks embarrassed. This reaction confuses you. Sam is a confident man — he’s rarely self-conscious about himself or his decisions. 

“Yeah, about that…”

Your heart lurches in your chest as he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he tries to find the right words. And as he meets your eyes, there’s an emotion in his gaze that you can’t quite place. 

“What is it, Sam?”

Sam sighs before speaking.

“This isn’t just platonic for me.”

Suddenly, your world comes to a screeching halt. This feels like an out-of-body experience — like some sort of dream — and you’re pretty sure if you pinched yourself right now, you’d wake up alone in your apartment. But that doesn’t happen. You’re really here with Sam, having this conversation.

“How long have you felt like that?”

Sam looks away from you as he thinks for a moment, wanting to give you an accurate answer.

“After we helped Steve with Hydra in D.C., seeing you in the hospital put things into perspective.”

You were working as a SHIELD pilot for almost two years when Sam went missing with SHIELD’s two most wanted fugitives: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Because of this, it didn’t take much convincing for you to ignore your orders and help Steve stop the launch of the helicarriers. Bucky, acting as the Winter Soldier at the time, had taken out most of SHIELD’s air support; however, you and a group of four other pilots managed to get your birds into the air. Although the stakes were high, a part of you felt like it was old times — watching Sam soar through the air in his Exo-7 flight suit from the cockpit of your F-35 Lightning II. The fight was going well until Bucky nailed your left wing with a large piece of debris, causing you to go into a downward tailspin. You attempted to stabilize your aircraft but ran out of time. So, you decided to pull your parachute, but to your horror, the cord was stuck. Sam, grounded due to his broken wings, watched helplessly as your fighter slammed into the Potomac River. You were found by search and rescue after the helicarriers were destroyed and woke up in a hospital bed three days later. Recovery was agonizingly slow, but Sam never left your side — except to check on Steve every so often in the room next to yours. The memory brings a small, sad smile to your face.

“That was ten years ago, Sam. What stopped you from telling me?”

“Other than everything that happened after that? You’re my best friend — I didn’t want to risk that.”

You suppose he’s right. There was rarely a moment of downtime after you recovered from your fall into the Potomac River. The two of you immediately threw yourselves into helping Steve track down Bucky, and just two years later, all four of you were wanted fugitives due to the Sokovia Accords. Between the years you spent living on the run and the years you lost to the blip, there was rarely a quiet moment until Thanos was finally defeated — until now. 

“For me, it was after Riley.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at your confession, obviously not expecting for you to have fallen first. But, despite his excitement at this revelation, he stays quiet, letting you continue if you want.

“After losing him, I couldn’t help imagining it being you who got shot down that day. The idea haunted me in my nightmares, and I realized that if I lost you, it would be a different kind of grief.” 

Sam’s face softens, and he reaches across the table for your hand. He wraps his hand tightly around yours, grounding you back into this moment before speaking.

“You never have to worry about losing me.”

You scoff at his words, giving him an incredulous look.

“You’re Captain America, Sam. Running head first into danger is your job.”

“Okay, fair. But I have a very compelling reason to stay alive.”

You laugh, attempting to cover up how flustered you feel due to Sam’s words. It doesn’t work. Sam smiles as he notices the effect his words have on you. He could get used to this — flirting with you until you’re bright red and stumbling over your words. It’s undeniably cute, and he can’t believe it’s taken him this long to do it. 

After your emotionally charged conversation, you both need something to eat. The two of you both order ramen, and Sam doesn’t let go of your hand until two bowls are set down on the table. You enjoy your meal while Sam occasionally nudges his knee playfully into yours under the table before offering you a flirtatious smile. The conversation that flows between you doesn’t feel forced or uncomfortable — it feels both familiar and somehow brand new. The two of you had been navigating the grey area between romantic and platonic for so long that it feels almost liberating to look at Sam and know his true intentions. 

After Sam pays the bill, giving the establishment's owner a generous tip, the two of you fall into step with one another as you walk toward your apartment. The walk isn’t drastically different from the thousands you’ve taken before. Sam still slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side — except this time, you move your hand up and intertwine your fingers. He still walks up the stairs with you to your apartment, unlocking the door with the key you gave him ages again — except this time, he leads you by the hand up all five flights. And he still moves through your apartment as if it were his, opening your fridge to grab two beers and rifling through your junk drawer to find the bottle opener he knows is in there — except this time, as he places the beers behind you, he doesn’t move away. Instead, he keeps his hands on the counter, one on either side of your body, caging you in. His expression is soft, illuminated by the lone fluorescent light in your small kitchen. And there’s an adoration in his gaze that makes you feel lighter than air.

Steve’s words, from what feels like a lifetime ago, ring in your ears as you look up at Sam Wilson, who stands just a breath away: "As the world's expert on waiting too long, don't."

Tired of waiting, you grab Sam by the front of his polo and pull him into you, locking your lips with his as your chests bump into each other. It’s not a picture-perfect kiss; it’s a little sloppy and frantic, but it’s the type that makes up for the twenty years you spent dancing around your feelings for one another. Eventually, you break away from each other. Sam rests his forehead against yours, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen graces his face — the man looks like sunshine incarnate as he studies your features.

“I should have done that ten years ago.”

The laugh that escapes you is melodic — a goddamn symphony to Sam’s ears. And he can’t help but kiss you again. And again. And again. In an attempt to make up for lost time and to prove to you, this was never just platonic. 

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

😭😭😭😭 finally got to "the c-word" and..... that was.... a Lot

but that ending was so sweet ❤️❤️❤️ ahhhh house setting up a whole scene to make a "spring break" slideshow of pictures with wilson passed is so uniquely them 😭😭

[aploheartz]

Intro Post <3 | Open? 1.<yes> 2.<no> . . . <yes selected, opening — >

My ( @apexhaven ) romantic selfship / fictional other blog, might have other types of selfships (ie: familial) but they won't go here. Probably. Unless I change this to not just being romantic f/os.

I'm dating Casper aka Grimmy as I'll also call him here among maybe other nicknames, from the game A Date With Death; Mammon from Obey Me!, who I'll also call by nicknames such as Mamm and noodleboy; plus Affogato Cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie, and Pure Vanilla Cookie, all three from Cookie Run Kingdom. Fine with sharing for all unless specifically stated otherwise, I don't see why not when this would apply regardless in that I don't mind the idea of any partner of mine having other partners tbh (usually). Currently Pure Vanilla is probably what I'd consider to be my Main F/O I think?

Will prob in terms of relationship refer to Casper as my f/o, boyfriend, and maybe hubby or husband but we aren't married, just dating. I don't like the idea of marriage for myself. (previously just said "I don't like marriage" but that was easy to and had been misunderstood). As for with Mammon, sticking with f/o and boyfriend only feels right for now. Not sure for the cookies but definitely dating as a term plus ofc f/os, probably boyfriends, and with those three I kinda see it as a polyam in my mind.

Uh call me whatever you want but for here ig specific name to use can be Aplo / Apollo or any other name you can find for me from my other blogs or make something up I like random nicknames.

Anyone can interact idc but I block freely for whatever reason whether it be comfort or I just don't like someone etc doesn't matter. Also have something like this as a userbox a bit further down.

#apollo reblogs = any and all reblogs from other blogs even if I add comments or it's another of my own blogs (unless I forget to tag them which may happen sometimes)

#apollo rambles = all original posts / non reblogs / reblogs of my own posts on this acc

#apollo chats = inbox posts, if I get anything, will probably be paired with the rambles tag too, may also apply to reblogging asks I've sent to others in relation to things here

some posts of mine or reblogs I consider important below cut, including an ask game I'm currently trying if anyone wants to send me asks for it (please do I like interaction)

decor credits: dividers by enchanthings and dollywons | userboxes by genicpunk, selfship-help, sillyselfshipper, and selfshipuserbox

that one's the ask game ^