#spinachgarden

duck duck goose rated e 17.4k words

please mind the tags/authors note at the beginning tysm

Summary:

“Very handsome, Rach,” Bruce says. He kneels in front of her, bringing them face to face or thereabouts, to tie up her bowtie while the tailor studies something on the far wall. “Does it fit okay? Raise your arms. Let me see the shoulder seams… good. Give us a spin.”

Obediently, Rachel turns. Bruce’s hand stops her at one hundred and eighty degrees, and he says, “whoa there, duckling. Tuck in your tail.” Before she can, he brushes her jacket out of the way and fixes the spot where her shirt wasn’t tucked in at the back, hand lingering at her waistband to smooth out a crease.

Whatever unhinged fic I publish next is 100% your fault

MWAAAHAAhaAhaaHAHAA (thats my evil cackle) YES SPINACH BE UNHINGED

I support you 🔥🧛🏿‍♂️❤️ and now Im excited and wanna know all your thoughts abt vampire!Sam

(whiLe youre here *cough* remember when *cough cough* you hinted there might be a sequel to Silver? is that a possible thing possibly in the future? asking for a friend. me tho Im asking for me.)

I think you’re an incredible writer and I hope anyone who’s new to the sambucky fandom goes to check out your profile. You’re such a nice person and the way you handle the characterization of your characters shows how much you love what you do!

Here are my favorite fics to recommend from Spinach 💜

“5 Times Everyone Teased Sam and Bucky + 1 Time They Didn’t”

“Lips as Red as Rose”

A little bit of Bucky/Joaquín because I cannot get this ship out of my head (help)

Summary:

“So I figured I’d give this a shot,” Joaquín says, and holds up a thin black band of material with a small microphone pack attached. “It’s nothing fancy. Spec ops have been using them for years. All I really had to do was fit it with a smaller mic so that it wouldn’t dig in under the suit.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “And you’re going to… strap it to your forehead?”

Joaquín laughs brightly and shakes his head. “No. It’s a throat mic.”

And then he straps the goddamn thing around his neck, and Bucky just…

Stares.

so i accidentally fell into a nightwing rabbit hole!

Excerpt:

Slade will know, based on all the nights like these, exactly what buttons to press to keep Dick where he wants him.

He will sow just the right doubts to stop Dick from running back to Bruce.

He will spoon feed compliments and corrections the only way he knows how - with blunt honesty - to keep the boy at his side.

wake up bestie new spinachgarden angst fic just dropped

ARTEMIS

Summary: After a victim of the Winter Soldier comes back for brutal revenge, leaving Bucky severely injured, he learns some valuable lessons about making amends.

ayo the writers block has finally released me

The Winner Takes It All: SamBucky

Summary: Sam and Bucky meet at a bar in New York during a rainstorm.

Excerpt:

With his heart in his throat, Sam walks inside. The lights are dimmed, casting shadows about the room, and in one corner, a lone guitarist is playing something mournful and bluesy, crooning along to the lyrics with a voice far too talented for a place like this. Stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, stinging his eyes and lungs alike, but despite the sensory overload he sees his target immediately. 

Deaf and blind, Sam Wilson would know Bucky Barnes. He’d know him by the prickle on the back of his neck, the feeling of being watched by those impossibly blue eyes. He’d know him by the stutter in his heart beat, the way his eyes are drawn to one darkened corner of the room even though Bucky’s figure is obscured by shadows and smoke. He’d know him by the way his feet lead him in that direction on instinct, like even after the last six months he’s still drawn into Bucky’s gravity somehow, like his heart is magnetized to a metal arm. When Sam finally gets close enough to see him through the shadows, something in his chest loosens.