If The West Wing’s early seasons took place in the late 2000s, Josh and Donna would be one of those weird opposite-sex friends that posts more couple-y pictures together and act more into each other on Facebook than they do with their actual boyfriends and girlfriends. And the other people they’re dating would get mad and freak out, or grin and bear it depending on who they are. And everyone at The White House notices this dynamic and likes to gossip about it behind their backs. Occasionally, someone like Sam Seaborn will call them out in a playful manner in Facebook comments, like “haha don’t let your gf see you flirting with Donna on FB 😋” Josh and Donna play it cool like it’s nothing and that It’s All Good Fun™ but they know. Everyone knows.
For the Captain America, could I see something cute/heartwarming with Sam Wilson hanging out with some refugee school kids?
“Hey – who’re the kids?” Sam asked, standing in the lobby of Stark Tower. They had great coffee in the residential levels, but sometimes you just jonesed for a Starbucks and a cake pop.
A troop of children, probably between about six and fourteen, were following a guy in a white lab coat through the lobby, all of them wearing visitor’s lanyards.
Natasha took a sip of her latte. “Arno’s Kids.”
Sam whistled low. “Old man got around.”
She smacked him on the arm. “It’s a program the Maria Stark Foundation started. They take on refugee families, make sure they have basic supplies, give the kids some field trips so the parents have some me-time.”
“So why Arno?”
“Arno was an immigrant. He arrived with the clothes on his back and a smile. Tony thinks he was fleeing something.”
“Huh,” Sam said, finishing his cake pop. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” he said, and Natasha grinned at the look in his eye.
Sam, who was conscious of good branding, almost always wore a Cap shield shirt when he went out these days. His logo had little wings on either side, just to remind people oh yeah, Falcon is Cap now.
His plan worked like a charm for the kids; he hustled his ass onto the elevator with them, and saw several sets of eyes widen as he turned around, waiting for the door to close. Just after it did, one of the kids tugged on his pants pocket.
“Captain America?” she asked. “Sam Wilson Captain America?”
He grinned at her and offered his hand even as the field trip docent opened her mouth to scold. “Yeah, I’m Captain America. You must be Arno’s Kids, huh?” he asked, and several of them gasped. “I thought I’d come along today. You’re going to the robotics museum?”
The door dinged open on the lobby of the tenth floor robotics museum. The docent gaped at him.
“It’s cool, right?” Sam asked her, with a wide grin. She nodded. “Awesome. Hey, you guys wanna see a robot that can pick up and throw a water balloon?”
They all cheered, clustering around him like chicks as he led the way to the Splatter Zone (Tony knew his target market when it came to kids and robots). Most of them ran immediately for the robot that was very obviously the designated throwing machine, but one of the little ones held back with Sam. He put up his hand, and Sam thought he wanted him to hold it, but instead he patted the back of Sam’s hand with his. They had about the same skin color.
“Captain America,” the kid said, awed, staring at their hands.
“You want me to pick you up so you can see?” Sam asked.
Sam hefted the kid up, holding him around the waist with one arm. The boy leaned forward, spreading his arms, and announced, “Falcon!”
“That’s right, kid, Captain America and Falcon,” Sam assured him, and then everyone was distracted when a robot flung a water balloon twenty feet – straight up in the air.
Sam wiped water out of his eyes and grinned. He’d have to have a talk with Tony about working a little Captain America Time into the Arno’s Kids program.
honestly tww doesn’t even count as queerbaiting bc it’s completely unintentional and aaron sorkin gets so upset whenever it comes up that he Accidentally made his show seem too gay ….. everyone just Is i cant believe these characters literally up and overturned his will
This guy’s walkin’ down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, “Hey you! Can you help me out?” The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, “Father, I’m down in this hole; can you help me out?” The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. “Hey, Joe, it’s me. Can ya help me out?” And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, “Are ya stupid? Now we’re both down here.” The friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you breathed, closing your eyes and inhaling steadily.
Sam’s voice was rough, even lower than usual, and you had to fight back an honest to God whimper from escaping your slightly parted lips.
You opened your eyes when you heard him take a step towards you.
“Like you want me.”
A smirk curled the corner of his lips, turning his expression predatory.
“I do,” he told you, plainly. “That’s no secret.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have some pretty little college grad?” you asked, trying to remain calm, “Not some grease monkey that barely scraped through highschool?”
Sam chuckled low in his chest, stepping even closer, and you resisted the impulse to step back, standing your ground.
“Why are you selling yourself short?” he questioned, now so close that you could feel his body heat, “You might not have a college education, but you’re intelligent. You’re funny, kind, and so fucking hot, I’ve had the worst case of frustration for the last fourteen days.”
You bit your lip, searching his eyes for any sign that this was a joke.
There wasn’t any.
“Look, if you don’t want this, just say the word,” he murmured, his hand carefully coming to rest on your exposed shoulder, his thumb pressing into the dip of your neck.
You pulled in a shaky breath, instantly loving the feeling of his skin on yours, the possessiveness of the gesture.
“But if you do,” he continued, dipping his head so his lips were mere inches from your own. “Dean isn’t due home for a couple hours.”
This is an excerpt from my Sam x Mechanic!Reader (gender intentionally unspecified) entry for Mimi’s tropes challenge, my trope is Best Friend’s Brother… If you wanna be tagged (and you’re not already in my Sam tag list) let me know!
I low-key want Sam to adopt Magda, that would make me so happy. I can just imagine so many AUs and headcanons revolving around that idea. Like he would teach her how to control her powers, and he would help her love herself, and he would be a wonderful father. Like i really want this so badly.