~ You Got This ~
AN: just had the shittest interview ever. i was so cringey. and some of the stuff that happened to the reader happened to me 😭 this is how i want to spend the rest of the evening so i wrote it.
Summery: Y/N is nervous before an interview for a big company, and when it goes wrong, Sam helps them recover.
Paring: Sam Wilson x GN!reader.
Character male!receptionist. CEO!Nick Fowler mentioned.
Warnings: swearing, mention of food and bad interviews. Fluff.
Y/F/M - Your Favourite Movie
Y/N/N - Your Nickname
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“Y/N, please stop stressing. You’ll be great,” Sam said gently as you paced nervously around your shared bedroom, muttering to yourself, going over your CV as if it were a script you needed to learn for a play.
“Sammy. I really want this job. If I don’t do well, I’ll cry for a decade,” you said. “Do a mock interview with me!” You begged.
“No. You’ve seen how they end up on tv shows!” Sam protested.
“URgH,” you growled, slumming on your bed.
Shoulders heavy.
“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, Y/N/N. Just be that amazing self I fell in love with,” Sam said gently grabbing your arms, stroking your cheekbones lovingly.
“I’ll try,” you huffed.
“Movies and junk food when you’re home, deal?” Sam said, kissing your cheek.
“Deal,” you said.
You went with a brave face.
“Name?” The receptionist asked.
“Huh…Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here to see Mr Fowler,” you said nervously. “12:30.” You added.
“Sure. He’s running a little late, so make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to tea, coffee water…” he said, pointing, not really removing his eyes from the paper.
You sat anxiously, leg bouncing as you waited. You then got seen.
The interview went on, and it was awful. You stumbled upon your words, didn’t understand one question, answered for something else, forgot about a few things from your CV and gave the same answer twice.
“Hey, Y/N/N. How-“ Sam asked, he was rudely interrupted by the loud bang of the door slamming.
“Everything’s shit I’m cringey I hate being cringey and everything’s shit,” you growled entering the living room.
“Good job pizza’s on the way,” Sam said, looking sadly at you. “Also got Y/F/M lined up.” He added.
“URgH. I hate everything,” you growled throwing your shoes off and coat off. “Though…my would have been boss kinda looked like Bucky, so it would have been awkward,” you said, it suddenly dawning on you who Nick Fowler looked like.
“I’m sure you did great….shall we start? Pizza’s coming in ten,” Sam said gently.
“Yes,” you said, cuddling into your Captain.
Sam put his arm around you and clicked play. And ten minutes time, your pizza arrived. Sam knows you so well, he knew what type of pizza you’d like.
The rest of the day was spent eating pizza, watching your favourite movie with your favourite person next to you. Your awful interview forgotten.
