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As someone who lives in a country that once was a victim of dictatorships, the story always felt real and close to my own. I was born years after we gained back our democracy so there was always so much that I didnt know about those times, much like Bitterblue. Bitterblue felt Leck's abuse first hand, yes, but she didnt know nothing outside those castle's doors. Didnt know anything about her own people's culture,their past. And she didnt know to what extent her people was affected.

In my country, the people who lived through those years talk about it with a strange mix of sadness, anger and shame. Sadness because of the countless art, books and people we lost. Anger and shame because half of them didnt stand for themselves and "let it happen". The worst part is a imminent truth: nothing would ever be the same after a rule like that.

We will never recover what we lost, ALL the people we lost (that, to this day, there's a debate about the real number of death)

But something super interesting in Bitterblue is Death's grace. HE IS an embodiment of hope for Bitterblue, and just like him there could be thousands of people under her rule who will always embrace the past of Monsea and try to keep it alive. In my country there's thousands of people who work on recovering those things we lost: books, movies, customs. They actively work to bring back what the dictator and his people took from us.

This being said: Leck too is a really important part of the history. His acts wont be forgotten like Bitterblue's counsil intended to be. I firmly believe that the people of Monsea would never let anything like that happen again, just like in my country.

halfway through a bitterblue reread after years. thinking about how it’s impossible to fully determine how much of monsea leck affected or rewrote for his unknowable reasons, so everything bitterblue interacts with is potentially something leck left behind. like literally the castle and art around her are a constant reminder of his strange mind, and beneath the beauty the fact that he tortured everyone involved in its creation. the ways he introduced changes to monsean culture, and then also burned thousands of books, destroying the record of what he changed and what was lost. and some things he did are clearly evil but sometimes it’s just changing the name of a river, but that becomes another mystery that hangs over bitterblue’s head as possibly some insidious evil that might have a later effect, or it’s just a reminder of leck’s total control and how that can’t be undone.

after you survive abuse life doesn’t stop being about abuse, it becomes about figuring out the extent of the abuse, where it started and ends and what its effects are. does an end to the effects even exist? will monsea ever stop being a monsea grappling with leck? can bitterblue ever find all of the traces of leck and get enough of leck’s thorns out of her country and herself for her life to be more than life after leck?

#bitterblue is REALLY important to me as you can see #Im soooo not going to start it again #bitterblue #graceling #graceling realm

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SPECTRE 08

The Mandalorian x Rebel!OC (Adhara Cressida)

001 - THE REBEL -> CHAPTER INDEX

not my gift, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: In pursuing of a ship on the New Republic's search-and-capture database, Adhara Cressida crashes her old and borrowed Y-Wing on the sands of Tatooine.

Warnings: injury, crash landing (off to a good start). f!oc.

Word count: 2.5K

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Adhara took a strand of hair away from her eyesight and sighed.

“I hate sand” she whispered to herself, rubbing her sweaty cheek, desperately  trying to shake off the feeling of the flying sand against her skin.

It was a half truth, she had to admit. The girl loved the sand: on a beach with the sea’s salt lingering on her skin. But on Tatooine, the grains were unforgivingly scraping her exposed skin. The planet was no paradise, not in the slightest. But, to be fair, what else could be expected from an outer rim territory?

Desert went on for what looked like a parsec and a half, thousands of miles in every direction. And she was more than exhausted. Adhara had already walked at least two hours under the heat, victim of the twin suns high up in the sky. The site where she abandoned her ship —totally and utterly destroyed— was far behind her, left alone at the Jawas’s mercy. She wasn’t that bothered about it, the small creatures would make more out of the mechanic parts than her taking her at the moment.

Adhara thought of what her former general would say if she saw her right now: “I didn’t teach you to start fights you couldn’t finish, Dhara”, though they both knew that’s exactly what she had taught her from the moment the woman found her, when she was still a child.

That was the reason behind risking the old and borrowed Y-Wing, taking her in pursuit of a ship listed in the New Republic's search-and-capture databases. The odds of winning this fight weren’t big, but they weren't zero.  And that was her motivation: a small victory against the insatiable and chaotic syndicate of bounty hunters. No matter who owned that ship —which, by the way, was much newer and faster than her ancient little starfighter— or for whom they worked for. 

Adhara put on a good fight, she was sure of it. She managed to damage her enemy’s main thrusters and their outer cannons. The black and red ship fell down from the sky in no time, piercing through Tatooine’s atmosphere in a controlled crush.

More controlled than Adhara’s, anyways.

Now, on a dune close to Mos Eisley, she watched the enemy’s ship give out smoke where it had landed. Adhara counted a few miles between her and the ship, which eased her. She didn’t want to go on a second round with a bitter bounty hunter. Especially not one with a wounded ego after losing a battle against little old Y-Wing.

She took her binocs out of her bag and turned around, looking towards Mos Eisley. Her eyes landed on a dewback for a moment, she hummed in interest. But when she decided to start walking towards the creature, a high pitch noise disoriented her for a few seconds.

She felt a piercing pain on her shoulder, bending her down with a brutal force. Something struck her with such violence that all the air was taken from her lungs.

A sniper rifle’s beam.

Adhara let herself fall down on the sand, rolling down the dune. She covered her left shoulder with her right hand and grunted. When she withdrew her hand, it was covered in blood. Her ears couldn’t recover from the overwhelming sound. 

“Karabast” she whispered the curse under her breath.

It was just a scratch. She was certain that the shooter was at a long distance, she wouldn’t be alive otherwise. She reprimanded herself for not being more cautious. 

Taking her small blaster out of it’s holder, she crawled up the dune and tried to get a visual on her opponent. 

She noted a dark bump on the sand but even through her binocs, she couldn’t see her enemy clearly. The shot came from the same direction the bounty hunter’s ship had landed, so she could only assume that her attacker was it’s pilot.

Adhara sighed with relief when she realized that even if the bounty hunter tried to run towards her, they would have to expose themselves completely. The girl had the high ground on this one, the advantage. If her opponent tried to move, she had a clear shot with a sniper rifle. 

A sniper rifle she didn’t have.

But the bounty hunter didn’t know that.

They only knew that Adhara had the better odds, now that the sniper failed on terminate her and exposed their position. 

And just like that, she saw how the silhouette backed down slowly, making their retreat from the scene.

The young woman, hurt and exhausted, thanked the force for not having to fight against that person that surely overpowered her not only in firepower but in skill, too.

Either way, she smiled to herself through the pain. Whoever they were, they didn’t surpass her in flight, up in the stars.

Adhara laid on the sand, her back was sweaty and her wound was beating with pain. She tried to convince herself over and over that once she got out of the orange uniform, the mysterious persecutor wouldn’t recognize her.

The New Republic was a lot of things, but subtle was not one of them. Not even when they used to call themselves rebels. And their uniforms were proof of it, always calling for unwanted attention. 

She filled her lungs with air and brazed herself.

She got up from the sand and ran down the dune.

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Mos Eisley was the most disgusting place Adhara had ever visited, and she loved it. 

Entering the first cantina she laid her eyes on, the music attacked her ears, stealing a smile from her. Lighthearted chatter, all kinds of alien species and the smell of food gave her an overwhelming welcome.

Her orange uniform was folded away in her bag, leaving her with the only change of clothes she had in hand. Her shoulder was covered by an improvised bandage made out of the same material of the shirt she was wearing at the moment. The girl secured her bag over her unscratched shoulder and walked towards the droid working as a waiter. 

“Hey” she called for it’s attention, taking her datpad out of her bag “Could you charge the coordinates of the hangar 3-5 in this?” her eyes wandered for a second and focused on a female rodian eating a salad of fresh vegetables “Oh, and one of those to go”.

Once out of the cantina, the girl walked through the sand covered streets of Mos Eisley, the hangars’ zone was even more cluttered with people. She reached the hangar 3-5 in no time, and she entered without announcing herself.

The hangar was filled with droids that, if she hadn’t looked at them twice, she would’ve confused them with junk. From series R droids, to mouses scrolling all over the place. The building was old and she noted it deteriorated, windows dirty with a thick layer of dirt that she assumed were caused by the sand storms these fought against. 

Three DUM droids squeaked when they saw her, two of them hid their bodies while the third ran inside the building. Adhara smiled to herself, deducing the droid was off to alert their owner of the girl’s presence.

She continued to investigate the place, until her eyes landed in a big gunship at the center of the scene, screaming for attention.

Adhara whistled at the sight the Razor Crest gave her. She never saw a pre-empire ship that looked so clean and shiny. Not even the Ghost back in the day…

She forced herself to stop her thoughts, not wanting to pull on that string.

Lucky her, a voice started to scream from inside the building.

“What do you mean there’s a stranger? They’re all strangers, dummy! It’s literally our line of work, you useless junk” the voice got closer and closer, the droid responded something and the voice scoffed “What do you mean, they’re hurt…?” a small woman appeared, walking out of the building’s door. The DUM droid was walking behind her, still shaking with fear.

The woman was shorter than Adhara, and much older. Her hair was gigantic, curly and brunette. Her uniform left the girl wondering how come that the woman wasn’t visibly sweating with this heat.

The girl raised her hand and moved from side to side, an awkward smile on her face.

It just took a few seconds for the woman to decide that she didn’t like what she saw at all “Oh, no. No. No. No. This is the hangar 3-5, not an inn for maniac outlaws!!! I’m already hosting a bounty hunter’s son, do you think I have time for another one of yours? This is a respectable establishment!!!”

“Actually, I’m just passing by” she tried to calm the woman down “My contact is waiting for me here” she pointed to the floor as if the action would make her friends appear from nowhere.

The woman looked her up and down for the first time since she saw her.

“You must be the rebel girl”

“My name’s Dhara, but…”

“They left, days ago” the woman said, she started walking towards a work table “Actually, they were really rude. Your friends, I mean. Left without giving any kind of tip” the woman wasn’t even looking at Adhara, just tossing things around the table looking for something the girl couldn’t care less about “Honestly, I can't understand how the New Republic plans to befriend the outer rim without giving us incentives, if you know what I mean…”

But the woman’s voice only echoed while Adhara tried to process the news: her squadron didn’t wait for her arrival on Tatooine. Instead, they left her alone, in the desert.

She looked towards the Razor Crest, her spot on the hangar surely used to be occupied by the A-Wings her squadron flew only a few days ago.

She wondered if they even waited a day for her, she really doubted it. This squadron was nothing like her former one. Her general would’ve never left her on a far away planet, so far away from the ships’ nest.

But, now that she thought about it, her general had abandoned her years ago.

Stranded. Without ship nor credits… she’ll have to ask for some favors.

“Do you know why they left so quickly?” 

Do you know why they left me?

Adhara noted that the woman didn’t like to be interrupted “Official matters, they said I had to tell you. Oh, and something about that the phoenix wasn’t on the ice just yet… whatever that means…”

Adhara nodded, lost in thought.

Codes words weren’t unfamiliar for the Alliance, even though they sounded weird on Republic times.

The girl looked at the Razor Crest once again, starting to worry about the Phoenix’s squadron leader now that she knew they never reached Echo base. 

The woman turned around and squeaked “You’re bleeding all over my floor, rebel!”

“I’m not a rebel anymore” she corrected.

“What?” 

“We destroyed the Empire, we won the war” she looked at the woman, who had a concerned look on her face “We’re not rebels anymore”

Adhara looked up at the sky, still blue and bright. She cooled her head down and then she smiled at the woman.

“Do you have an intergalactic comm?” 

The woman looked at her like she had two heads.

“That depends on how many credits you have” 

Adhara smiled her awkwardly.

The woman sighed “The things I do for the galaxy’s lost children, I swear” she started walking towards the building “Let me check the radio transmitter”

The older woman looked at her over her shoulder “And put on some damn bacta! You’re going to bleed out through your shoulder, for the force’s sake!”

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The girl bit her lip and then she continued to disinfect her wound, using the sink water of the woman’s -whose name was Peli- refresher. 

It was only a scratch, nothing like the injuries she would get most of the time. She decided to not use bacta and just let it heal by itself, it would be an interesting scar.

Adhara looked at herself in the mirror, surprised to notice some fresh scratches on her tan face. Brown and tired eyes looked back at her through the reflection, a clear after effect of the exhausting rotations she went through. She took an elastic to hold her hair up and out of her face, her whole body thanking her for it: she was suffering from a fever. The two suns left her with a pounding head and a burning heat on her skin, even when she didn’t expose it at all in the desert. She had sunburn all over her face and hands, pretty sure it was even worse on her scalp.

She sighed and decided that Tatooine wasn’t her favorite planet. Far from it.

She never actually visited before, this was her first time. But she heard stories of it: the intense heat, the cold nights and the desert’s solitude. From an old master Jedi in hiding, through a pilot kid that saved the galaxy from a mass destruction weapon, straight to the death of an old zabrak of red skin that had caused so many problems to her brother back in the day.

The girl winced when the cold water touched her hot skin and made sure to tuck that old worry away in her mind: it wasn’t the time to mourn ghosts.

Once out of the refresher, the girl walked straight to the last place she saw the hangar’s owner at. The room had a big console table full of buttons and handles, but not Peli at sight.

Adhara got out of the building, calling for the woman.

“Up here!!!” 

She looked up, Peli was waving at her from the roof with her hands and eyes on a satellite receptor “Had to level up the antenna, wasn’t working. It’s absolute trash” the woman looked down at her and smiled, surprising Adhara “Oh, so you two already met! Great” the girl made a confused face “Rebel, would you please tell the droids to make something for the kid? Been trying to get those pricks to cook something up and they won’t kriffing do it. Asked nice and everything”

The second Peli mentioned food, the girls heard a babble coming from her right. 

When she looked down, a child was standing next to her, looking up at Peli.

Adhara never encountered that species in her whole entire life.

They had long pointy ears, three-fingered claws and their skin was a beautiful shade of green. But what captivated her the most were those big brown eyes that left a little white show now that the baby was giving her a side eye.

“Um, hello down there” she said.

The kid turned around and wobbled away from her, looking over their shoulder once to make sure she wasn’t following them.

“Um, alright. No strangers talking. Good”

The child babbled something and walked towards a dummy. The droid ran away from them the second they tried to grab its leg.

Adhara laughed, in disbelief of the little creature’s adorableness. 

“Well, Peli said to give you food… you like ahrisa?”

Two pointy ears moved up, and Adhara smiled.

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next part (coming out soon) -> 002 - THE CHILD

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SPECTRE 08 (series)

The Mandalorian x Rebel!OC (Adhara Cressida)

CHAPTERS:

_ Prologue - Noise

_ 001 - The Rebel

_ 002 - The Child

_ 003 - The Mandalorian

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PLAYLIST:

clan of three | a spectre 08 playlist

me and my husband; mitski | cowboy like me; taylor swift | love you for a long time; maggie rogers | renegade; big red machine | ya'burnee; halsey | sparks; coldplay | pete davidson; ariana grande | the man with an axe; lorde | hunnie pie; zella day | malibu; miley cyrus | home; catie turner

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SPECTRE 08 (series)

The Mandalorian x Rebel!OC (Adhara Cressida)

PROLOGUE -> CHAPTER INDEX

not my gift, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: In searchs for her lost starship, Adhara Cressida falls in Tatooine to find a force sensitive child instead.

Warnings: angst. spoilers for star wars: rebels, the oc was part of their crew. also f!oc.

Word count: 300ish

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Adhara remembered everything quite well. 

The titanium vibrating under her barefoot, the softness of a hand caressing her cheek and the warmth of a kiss given by familiar lips on her forehead.

Green eyes, strong and safe, of a woman. Firm but soft words of a man. The protection of a sister and the complicity of brothers.

But above it all, she remembered the noise.

A home so noisy and in constant movement. Boots loudly stomping, lightsabers igniting, blasters charging. An orchestra of noises wrapping her up in familiarity from head to toe. The cargo ship’s engines never turned off. 

She also remembered the mechanic whispers of a droid when the twi’lek tossed orders his way, always complaining about every member of the crew.

Adhara was convinced that the noise, that constant companion, was the first thing that was taken away from her. An oppressive destiny, almost claustrophobic. Adrift for days, sometimes weeks, alone in space.

A galaxy with no noise.

In it’s place, sorrow was the only thing left. All around her. The grief of losing everything that she once claimed her own. The devastating pain of watching those eyes that didn’t see disappear in the flames. Of listening to her brother calling her name in a goodbye that she didn't recognize as such until it was too late.

Now, everything was silent.

The days in which she was surrounded by family on that ghost were over.

And yet, the moment she saw those big brown eyes, that green skin and those all too familiar mystical abilities, she knew.

Nestled between her arms, the child mumbled things in his dreams.

She didn't know what the promise she made to herself would cost. But it didn’t really matter. 

She wouldn’t allow it; this little creature would never fall into the same destiny her little brother suffered under the empire’s machinations.

Not under her protection. 

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uuuuf, I've been working my ass off on this series. Soon I'll be posting some chapters.

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PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU I NEED TO ARRANGED MARRIAGE FANFIC FOR BATTINSON

OOOOOOOHHHH I LITERALLY HAD A CHAPTER DONE AND NEVER UPLOADED. this is it. I'll do it.

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I'm this )( close to write a series about an arrange marriage between battinson and reader (maybe a lil bit about them fostering little dickie), I just need a little push...

#like #im so in love with bruce wayne #bruce wayne #the batman #bruce wayne x reader #battinson

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like the gardens of babylon

Kingo x fem!reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: The Eternals are regrouping after the attack of the deviant, and Kingo is scared of news about Ajak breaking his lover's heart.

Warnings: none (unless Taylor Swift lyrics influencing the writing consists in a warning to you) (oh, and maybe a lil bit of implied smut??? seggsy)

Word Count: 2.1K

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The second he laid his eyes on you, Kingo felt like he learned how to breathe all over again. Something in his chest spread warmth to all his body. It was like all his youth found home in him again, after spending an eternity feeling like the end was near.

You looked exactly like the day he left you. Young and beautiful.

Alive.

You looked like all those things he wasn’t anymore.

Yes. It was dumb for him to think that since he was an Eternal, being young and beautiful would consist of a challenge for him.

But feeling alive was whole other story.

His acting was a form of living. He lived through his character’s stories. For months he made himself at home in somebody else’s wishes, ambitions and lust. It was like shutting himself off so his own feelings wouldn’t get in the way of his days.

He chose heroes. Gigantic and admirable men who didn’t fear anything and were always loved by people. Always loved back by the person they cared deeply about.

Heroes like Gilgamesh, like his brother Ikaris.

But when the cameras stopped rolling and nobody was around him, everything would go back to being cold and dead.

Now, looking at you, he wondered if you felt the same way about performing. If the noise of thousands of people screaming back the lyrics you wrote was your own way to find some kind of solace in this unbearable existence.

You looked like you owned the world up on that stage.

Kingo thought that maybe you did, you owned him and his melancholic heart for centuries… maybe your protective nature allowed you to put the whole world under your wing somehow.

Back in the day that’s how he used to define you: the protective Eternal, the one who watched over all of them. You made Ajak’s work so easy. Never letting anyone get hurt on the battlefield, your shields made of cosmic energy always around your family, securing them away from any danger the deviants might bring their way.

The crowd screamed back the last lyric to the verse when you let your voice drop, only to test how much noise the people would make on your command. The results didn’t disappoint you, he knew it by your smile.

“I wish I came to one of these under better circumstances” Sprite at his right screamed over the noise.

“Wait till she sees us, she’s going to be so happy” Sersi screamed right back to her.

“It’s a shame that we’ll break her heart with the news” Ikaris said so only Kingo could hear him. His brother rested one hand on Kingo’s shoulder and squeezed it.

They looked at each other for a moment, but Kingo brought his eyes back at your moving figure entertaining the public.

“Don’t worry, brother, you won’t have to tell her”

The loyal soldier Ikaris. Always so aware of other people’s feelings.

Telling you about Ajak’s death was the last of Kingo’s wishes.

It was long after the concert ended that you reunited with your fellow Eternals. You looked radiant, happier than ever.

Kingo wondered how much of that happiness was caused by you being away from all of them.

“Well, finally someone showed up” you said, huge smile on your face and opening your arms so Ikaris could get between them “I was about to make Druig control all of your minds so you could come and see me. How many times I sent the tickets to you guys?”

Ikaris squeezed you tightly, a warm smile on his face. His sisters were always his weak spot, Kingo remembered.

Sprite ran up to you two and was next on the hug. Sersi smiled at you and revealed: “Hey, I was there for your last concert back in London”.

“I wasn’t complaining about you, my beautiful sister”

And then your eyes were on him “Hello, Kingo”

Kingo felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach turn on itself. He raised a hand and did an awkward shake with it, smiling at you with warm spreading all over his face.

But before he could speak, a small figure with a handy on hand got in front of him and all over your face “Hello, miss. It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Karun Patel and I’m a huge fan of yours. Sir Kingo always makes me turn down the invitation to your concerts, but today’s performance was incredible, miss”

“Oh, Karun” you said, looking at him sweetly “I’m happy you liked it… I guess that you’re the one who’s sending all the flowers on Kingo’s behalf”

“Oh, yes, yes, miss” Karun nodded “Sir Kingo said that blackthorns were your favorite”

“Did he now”

Your amused tone didn’t go unnoticed by Kingo, who smiled back at you “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t know your favorite flowers, my sweet joy”

You smiled at him “I would hope that you would be the kind of friend who visits more often and not when something bad has happened”

Kingo smile dropped when he remembered the reason why they were all there. He guessed that he caused your own smile to disappear when the look on his face confirmed your suspicion.

You got a step closer to him “What is it, Kingo?”

The Eternal opened his mouth but didn’t find the words to say it.

Ikaris cleared his throat, claiming your attention. Kingo let go of the breath he was holding, relieved that he wasn’t going to be the one to break your heart “The deviants are back”

The shock in your face disappeared fast, determination taking over your features “I’m not going with”

Sersi got closer to you and called your name.

“No” you denied “You’re strong, there’s four of you. It’s more than enough. I’m sure that Gil will get into it too” you turned your back and started to walk towards the door.

“We need you” Sersi said.

“No, you just need Gil and maybe Thena… she’s doing a lot better these days and…”

Sprite called your name.

“Ajak told us to live our lives and that’s what…”

“Ajak is dead”

Ikaris' statement, cruel and cold, freezed you in place. You turned around to look at him.

“That’s not possible”

Ikaris gaze softened when he looked at the defenseless look on your face “It is true”

“No. It is not. I talked to her a few weeks ago. She was fine”

“A deviant went after her and killed her” Ikaris explained.

“Stop it, Ikaris” you demanded.

“We found her three days ago…”

“Stop it, you are cruel. You’re a cruel man”

“It’s true, sister” Sprite stepped in, taking your hand in hers.

“Stop acting like she’s dead, she is not. I talked to her only a few weeks ago. I promised I would call soon, I just didn’t have the time but…” you took you hand away from Sprite and you met Kingo’s gaze “I- she cannot be death, Kingo… we’re Eternals. How she-”

“Sweetheart” Kingo’s voice stopped your ranting.

You looked at him for a few seconds in his eyes, finding all the confirmation you needed.

“I cannot believe this” you whispered.

“We’re getting all the team together again” Ikaris told you. Your eyes never left Kingo’s “We have to go to Thena and Gil… they know where Druig is and maybe even Makkari…”

You moved your head side to side “I’m not going”

Ikaris called your name, impatient “Sister…”

“Ajak let us go free when she most needed us” you looked straight to Ikaris “She gifted us freedom” your voice was never more clearer “Freedom to build our own lives. And that’s exactly what I intent to do. It’s my way of honoring her” you nodded “If you want someone to kill the deviant that put an end to her life, find the vengeance you’re looking for in Thena. She’ll have plenty to give”

The hurt in your eyes was almost too painful to witness; Kingo decided that he never wanted to see such sight ever again.

You walked out of the room, no matter how many times Sprite tried to stop you by calling your name.

Ikaris looked for Kingo’s eyes, and when he found them he sighed.

“So we came all this way for nothing” Sprite said.

“No. She loved Ajak. It was just fair that we told her about her death” Sersi nodded with confidence “And she’s right. It is only her decision now”

“Freedom won’t make her any good if a deviant comes after her and she’s all alone” Ikaris crossed his arms, frustrated “You saw what those things did to our Ajak”.

Kingo sighed “Let me talk with her” and he interrupted Sprite before she could begin to talk “Alone”.

Kingo went after his protector.

He found you sat down in the hallway, with your hands running through your hair. The Eternal smiled as in reflex.

His heart couldn’t stop the warmth you provoked in him, the sweetness that rotted his being in the best way possible. Loving and kind.

“I thank you for not walking too far” he started saying “This place is a maze”

“I knew you would come after me” you whispered while he approached you “You were always chasing me around anyways”

Kingo looked at you, amused “I don’t exactly remember it that way”

You looked up at him “Yeah well, maybe that’s just my imagination” there was that beautiful smile he loved “I enjoyed to think that the person I loved the most would always be around me”

Kingo felt how his stomach flipped on it’s own when he processed what you just say.

“I do love you”

“But you never stayed around”

Your statement shattered something inside of him “Yes, that is true” he admitted.

“So why now I must do what you never did for me?” you questioned him.

“Because you’re better than me, you always were” he extended his hand to you “The very best of us”

You took his hand and let him help you up “For a man that loves to be the center of attention, you do think so little of you”

He gave you a tender smile “Or maybe is what I think of you that’s so big”

You looked at his cheek, right where a little dimple was showing “What do you think of me, Kingo?”

The Eternal allowed himself to be lost in your wondering eyes for a few seconds, trying to remember exactly how it used to be between the two of you back then. Back home in Babylon. He wrapped around your finger, hanging from your lips. Holding tight to every word, every whisper and promise. When you were the moon and he was the tide. Back when he learned the truth about you while he was buried deep inside you, with your taste lingering on his tongue.

He would never love again.

“I think the world of you, khoba” he whispered the endearment in the same language he used to make you whimper back in Babylon “And I think there’s still fight in you” he let a jolt of his cosmic energy touch you hand, that was still being held by his. You smiled at the sensation “I see it in your eyes”

You let a sigh go, tension building up again in your shoulders.

“I know you’re tired” he whispered “I am too” he admitted “But that’s what teams are for, my love. You and I were the best of the best”

You smiled at him “I know” you whispered.

“You’re right about something” he let go of your hand to cup both of your cheeks “If this, you enjoying your freedom, is your way of honoring Ajak’s gift” you looked at him in the eyes “Then no one can take that away from you” tears began to fill your eyes “No one” he whispered.

“Gods, I missed you, Kingo” you confessed “I feel like I can not breathe right now” you laughed, hands forming fist around the Eternal’s shirt. He laughed with you.

You leaned close, and he followed. Your forehead touching his.

“I know what you mean” he said while he pushed his forehead against yours a little. He started laughing when you answered to his action by pushing against him too.

He caressed your cheeks with his eyes closed, your breath dancing against his lips like begging for a place to rest. He thought that in that exact moment, with you sweetly humming to his affection, nobody could blame him for falling.

“I’ll fight for you, my love” you whispered “I’ll always fight for you”

And he hanged to that promise like the gardens back home in Babylon.

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happiness

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: since the snap that brought your love back to your life all you can feel is happiness.

Warnings: none, lots of crying tho.

Word Count: 1.3K

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It all started with a little kiss on the cheek and a “Thank you, auntie”

AJ said it without stuttering, like it was the most common thing in this world. Nobody seemed to give it a second thought. But your heart was bursting in emotion in matter of second after the first shock. While Cass, Sarah and Bucky were admiring the painting set you gifted to Sam’s oldest nephew you took it all in. The dim light, the smell of home cooked dinner, the warm summer breeze that came through the open windows. It all became too much for your tired little heart to take.

You excused yourself after a minute, leaving the living room and walking outside towards the deck the property had. Once standing on the end of it, you sighed. You knew what was going to happen now and you couldn’t have little AJ wondering why his auntie was crying on his birthday.

You sat down with your legs hanging over the edge, feeling your eyes burn with tears and your chest ache with love. The feeling was warm and strong, provoking goosebumps on your skin. You inhaled and exhaled trying to calm yourself down.

But really, what was there to do when you got this way? You couldn’t stop once you started… started feeling this way.

Since the moment you stepped on the Wilson’s home you knew you were screwed. Cass was hugging your waist, dismissing Sam’s arm from it’s usual spot. The boy walked with you while he talked about how AJ and his friend wouldn’t let him play with them. Sarah appeared from the back porch and kissed your cheek, scolding her youngest son for not letting your even take your coat off. You told him to go and grab his phone so you two could play a game together and the boy ran off happily while Bucky hugged your side as a hello.

It was all too much.

Familiarity, for starters. The way that house—that home started to crawl under your skin. Every smell, every sound, every little particularity. It almost felt like it was yours, like it was meant to be your home too. Something you’ve never felt before, not even back on the compound days with The Avengers.

The thing was... the Wilsons claimed you as their own. How Sarah would always leave a place on her table meant to be yours, or how AJ would declare you as the most artistic family member so you would help him on his art project, or maybe how Cass would draw you always in his family portraits.

That feeling of belonging, of being someone to somebody else… it was still so fucking new to you.

“Are you alright?” you hear Sam’s whisper from behind you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” you whisper to him “Don’t worry”

But you know who you’re talking to, of course he would worry. You look at him from over your shoulder knowing damn well your eyes were filled with tears.

“God, sweetheart, I’m sorry” Sam sits on your side “They can be a handful, I knew that soon enough they would overwhelm you and-“

You are quick on interrupting him “No, no, no” you shake your head side to side “I’m not overwhelmed” Sam gives you a calling-your-bluff look “Okay, yeah, I am” you admit “But it’s not their fault”.

Sam and you fall in silence while looking at the line where the water and the sky collided. You knew he was giving you a moment to gather your words and explain but your brain was being shut down by the aching in your chest. You wipe a rebellious tear that fell without permission from your eye before you start speaking again “This is just… something that happens to me” you sigh.

You look up at him, trying to not let anymore tears fall. He looks back at you, confused “What do you mean?”

You sigh one more time, cleaning another tear “I realized months ago that my—my body and my head, they react this way at the feeling of comfort” you say the last word sniffing.

Sam’s look changes from confused to amused “You’re a little baby” you punch his arm laughing, but he continues “You act all tough and shit but can’t handle a little boy calling you auntie” he says, amazed “Baby, you’re a softie”

You laugh at him and then you sob. You put your hand on your chest and let more tears fall from your eyes “It’s not that I’m emotional, Sam” he looks at you the same way as before “Well, yeah don’t look at me like that… I am emotional but” you interrupt yourself “What happens is that I get really overwhelmed when I’m content and my body doesn’t know other way to react than—crying”

Sam reaches for your cheek and wipes your tears, a sweet and kind look in his eyes “Baby…”

“It’s just—I never, ever felt like this before. I mean… it’s so much” you whisper to him, your shoulders shaking with a sob “It’s so good and… warm” you smile at him “Like I’m—“

“Happy?” Sam asks you, hopeful.

“So happy”

His smile is so bright, the sight burns in your eyes and more tears fall from your eyes.

Soon enough you’re sobbing and sniffing between Sam’s arms. The man’s hold is strong around your waist and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek, right where it lays on his chest. You can feel his lips on your forehead while he leaves quick kisses. You enjoy the warm feeling the embrace is giving you, you feel small and protected. Cared. Loved.

“Since the moment we won that fight… when all of you were back” you whisper, trying to let him know exactly how you feel “Living, it feels good. But it’s more than just good, it’s great. And this feeling is like a big punch on the face, you know? Like… I finally made it. I’m happy” you sniff.

“It’s what you deserve” he whispers to you and you smile despite the tears.

“I’m not used to it, Sam. I’m really not”

“You’ll get used to it”

“How do you know that?” you ask him.

“Cause you worked really fucking hard to get this feeling, sweetness. And now it’s time for you to rest and leave it to me” he nods firmly “I’ll make you happy until you get tired of me” he promises.

You pull away from him and you look at him directly to his eyes “That’ll never, ever happen”

He smiles at you, eyes sweet like honey and your stomach —hungry for him, always him— explodes in a million butterflies. You smile and launch yourself to him until your lips are meeting his in a delicious kiss. He holds you impossibly close and your hands are on his cheeks.

“I love you” he whispers in your open mouth and you laugh with joy.

“As do I” you say and pull away, wiping the tears left “I’m better now” you tell him “Should we head back inside?”

Sam smiles and nods his head, brushing his nose on your cheek.

Hand in hand you walk back to the house. Cass is already holding your hand the second you step in while AJ begs you to paint something with him. Sarah is smiling wide and knowing to you both from the sofa while she chats with an enthusiastic Bucky about his new book. Sam squeezes your hand two times before letting it go so he can take AJ in a hug.

Is right then and there that you realize that Sam’s promise would never be broken.

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MCU

- Sam Wilson

. auntie / you spend a rainy Sunday in the Wilson's home. f!r - fluff

. jealously and kisses / Sam asks you to be his plus one on a wedding without telling you his ex will be there. f!r - fluff

. night talks / Sam comes back from running to find you in his room at night, waiting for him and ready to talk about your dreams. f!r - angst/fluff

. night in Vegas / part 1 and part 2 / Sam and you get a hotel suite after a mission that left you really shaken. f!r - nsfw

. happiness / since the snap that brought your love back to your life all you can feel is happiness. f!r - fluff

- Kingo

. like the gardens of babylon / the eternals are regrouping after the attack from the deviants, Kingo is scare how the news about Ajak's death will affect his lover. f!r - angst/fluff

STAR WARS

- Din Djarin

. SPECTRE 08 (series) / chapter index / in searchs for her lost starship, Adhara Cressida falls on Tatooine to find a force sensitive child instead. f!oc - slow burn

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auntie

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: You spend a rainy Sunday in the Wilson's home.

Warnings: injuries, blood involved.

Word Count: 3.7K

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You hear the persistent noise of the rain hitting the ceiling. Usually it would lull you back to sleep but that morning something was keeping you awake. You looked to your right, directly at the window. The baby blue color on the curtains did nothing against the light that came through, projecting the raindrops shadows all over little Cass’ bedroom.

You were spending the weekend in the Wilson’s house. Promised you were going to help as much as you could on the boat if Sarah allowed you to spend some time away in her home before the next mission. Let’s say that Cass and AJ were so happy they left you one of their bedrooms ready for when you arrived, something that they didn’t even do for their uncle Bucky.

The noise from outside was interrupted by the laughing of children being hushed by a woman. You smiled, a sensation of pure happiness traveling through your whole body. Mornings like these were highlights to your life.

You and Sam… it was still new. Change was. Even though you’ve known him for years. You lost him, you fought to bring him back and you won. But it wasn’t always so clear to you like it was now, anyways. The connection between you two was easily confused over and over as friendship. The feeling of belonging always present but never looked onto it. It all came down to see him again in the battle against Thanos and his army at the compound.

But everything started long before, since the moment you met the Wilson family back when he wasn’t anywhere.

After the blip you were the one that had to break the news to Sarah, Sam’s little sister. She was in her living room, breastfeeding her little baby when you arrived to her home all those years ago. You could tell by the way she looked at you: she already knew. You offered your help, quickly being shut down by her.

That didn’t stop you though. All of your free time was given to the Wilsons. Days and days between missions would be spent in their home. At first excuses were needed, but as soon as AJ and Cass started to call for you when you were gone… they weren’t needed anymore.

You would tell yourself that this was your way of honoring Sam, your co-worker and friend. That this was the only way you would be at peace with the fact that you lost in the battle that took his life away from his family. But it wasn’t entirely true.

Sarah and the kids were exactly what you needed: a reason to move on from the horrors of a lost was. You’ve seen what started to happen to Clint, how losing everything was consuming every bit of his soul. It wasn’t the same, but you needed someone to take care of as much as you needed someone to take care of you.

Spending time with Sarah helped a lot, she was one of the strongest women you’ve ever met and you’ve met a lot in your line of work. AJ and Cass were the sun and moon to your days. They reminded you so much of Sam that sometimes you wondered if his children would’ve been like those little boys. Those two caught your heart and made a vow to protect it from sadness.

Earning the title of auntie was the greatest achievement of your life.

When Sam came back the kids were shy around him, often hiding behind you. It was a little bit sad to see how Cass would take your hand instead of Sam’s while crossing a street or how AJ would ask for your help for homework instead of his. But that only made it a competition to the man, every weekend he would compete against you to see if he would be his nephews’ favorite by Monday. A competition that he was winning right now because of certain shield he started to carry at work.

This weekend was the first one you spent together at his home after you two sat down with Sarah and told her how serious this thing between you two was. She expressed her happiness for you two the way you expected her to do: roasting the shit out of Sam for not coming on terms with his feelings long before the blip.

The boys have been witnessing demonstrations of affection between Sam and you since Friday now. When Sarah suggested telling them, you two quickly denied her offer. One thing was letting Sam’s sister know, other was getting your nephews’ hopes up on something that maybe wasn’t as stable as you believed it was.

Long lasting hugs, hands on legs and kisses on cheeks were observed with special attention by the two boys. They would often exchange surprised looks with each other.

It was really sweet, how perceptive kids could be. They’ve been calling you their aunt for years now and soon enough you would become their family officially.

And it was really funny, testing for how much more time their shyness would stop them from asking.

Right now, time with the Wilson family was exactly what you needed after the last mission.

Two knocks on your door “Auntie…” Cass whispered.

“Come in” you allowed, sitting on the bed.

The two boys peaked their heads inside the bedroom, smiling at you “Mom prepared breakfast” AJ said.

“What time is it?” you asked them, yawning.

Cass ran to his bed and landed on your lap, you gave him loud kiss on his little cheek “Nine” the little boy responded. He held your hand, caressing mindlessly a purple bruise on your arm.

“It’s so early” you complaint “We better get down before she gets mad at us, yeah?”

You three go down the stairs after you put a cardigan on, a little bit cold from getting out of bed so suddenly. Cass’ hand was on yours. AJ ran towards his spot on the breakfast table, sitting with a jump. Sarah was making coffee in the kitchen.

“No work for today, huh?” you sit on a stool and wait till Sarah gives you a cup of coffee, Cass accommodates himself on your left.

“Seems like it’s gonna rain till Tuesday, so no” the woman answers “You got really lucky, you know that Sundays are always a busy day” she sits in front of you.

“Lucky?” you laughed “I came here to take my head off things, staying still won’t help” you took a sip of your cup.

“We can always clean the house” Sarah shrugs, looking outside the window.

Sarah was the only one that knew just how bad the last mission was for you. Having civilians getting hurt was always bad, but when they were children... You and Rhodey, your partner on this mission, were left not only hurt on the outside but on the inside. The man flew as fast as he could to the Stark’s home, wanting to spend time with his niece. Just like you did.

You heard the front door open “Got what you wanted!” Sam voice makes you smile immediately “Is auntie up?” he asks.

“Right here” you responded the question meant for the boys.

Sam appears in your vision, clothes wet with rain and hands full of bags with groceries “Feeling better?” he asks you. A bright smile on his face the second he lays his gaze on you. You nod.

“You weren’t feeling well?” Sarah asks you, concern clear in her tone.

“It’s the wound. Don’t worry” you dismiss, trying to not make a fuss about it.

“Maybe we should worry” Sam whispered, leaving the bags on the kitchen isle. He gets closer to you and grabs your face, placing his lips on your forehead “I think you got a fever, sweetness” he looks at you, worry in his eyes.

“Don’t think so” you shake your head side to side “I’m fine” you cover his wrists with your hands. You smile at him sweetly, feeling your stomach flutter thanks to the way he’s looking at you.

“We overworked you yesterday at the boat” Sarah says “You’re hurt and didn’t stop a minute since you got here” she protests, standing up and grabbing two eggs and a pan.

“I came here to help, not to rest for a little cut” you look at Sarah who was ready to prepare you something to eat “No need for such a fuss” you shake your head no.

Cass little hand lays on your forehead in an attempt to take your temperature “Auntie’s pretty warm” he nods.

You sigh “If you say so, Cass”.

Sam smiles down at you. You can protest him all you want but when Sarah and the boys are in your case their say end up being holy word to you. The man took his coat off and got closer to you, letting his arms hug your waist. Your head was on his shoulder in no time.

Cass and AJ looked at you two with curiosity.

Sarah left a plate of scrambled eggs in front of you “Eat those and then I’ll give you something for the pain” she orders, like you wouldn’t do exactly what she told you.

Sam leaves a kiss on your hair and unfolds his arms from around you “Today we stay in and relax” he declares to the whole family.

“It’s not like we can go anywhere else, uncle Sam” AJ says, after sharing an alarmed look with Cass because of the kiss.

“Okay, okay. It’s true” Sam nods, hands up in surrender “But knowing these two ladies, they would find something to stress about”.

“It’s not really our fault when we are the ones doing all the work all the time” you say, taking the full fork to your mouth.

“Amen, sister” Sarah smiles at you “Pretty girl over here got hurt saving your partner’s ass and yesterday she worked more in one day on that boat than you on an entire week”

“And” you follow after swallowing your food “Sarah got a cut on her legs cause of the hooks you three left hanging around while fishing” you accused.

“Alright, not cool you two teaming up on me” Sam says “Tell me who ends up doing all the grocery shopping and gets discounts for it?”

“Yeah, Captain America, thank you for saving us a dollar every time you run to the store” Sarah says sarcastically, you laugh.

“You’re very welcome” Sam says, taking his coat outside to dry.

“What if I invite lunch so you don’t have to cook and clean dishes today?” you ask Sarah “Sam’s right, you know. About resting”

“It must’ve burned saying my brother’s right on something” you laugh at Sarah’s comment “And for that bravery, I’ll accept. But I pay for our part”

“Nope. I didn’t bring gifts for the boys this time” you shake your head no “This is auntie’s gift of the visit. No objections!” you warn the woman.

“You know, auntie… you don’t have to give us gifts every time you come home” AJ says “But it’s really appreciated” the boy gets down his stool and walks towards the sofa. You look at him entertained, laughing silently at his comment.

“I want pepperoni” Cass announces before following his brother. They sit down in front of the TV to play on their console.

Sam enters the house once again and you get down of the stool “Call the pizza place you like, my treat” kissing the man’s cheek, you notice AJ laughing at Cass expression.

Sarah shakes her head side to side, entertained with the boy’s reaction.

“You need to stop spoiling them, sissy” Sarah says.

“Why? That’s what aunties are for” you say, going to sit with the boys with the cup of coffee still in your hands “I want to play next race”

Right when you got on your spot on the couch, all the lights of the house went off.

“Great” Sarah tells to the air “It better come back soon or else…” the woman says, opening the drawer were she kept the candles.

“Or else, what?” you ask, entertained “I wanna know”

Sarah gives you a tired look and walks out of the kitchen, down the hallway towards the bathroom to leave a candle in the dark room.

You get up to open every curtain in the living room. Sam helps you while the kids start making their questions “Can we play cards?” “No, a boarding game?" “What if we paint something?” “We’re out of paint”

Sam and you look at each other, building up patience. “Maybe we can start with going back to bed until lunch comes” Sam suggests. You laugh, knowing way better than him.

The kids’ looks say it all.

“Okay” Sam starts “Let’s play with your cards”

You smile at him when he looks at you, but something changes his lovingly gaze into alarm and fear “You’re bleeding” he says, rushing to your side when you look down at your wound, situated over your ribs. Your shirt is stained with your blood and you’re quick on cover it up with your hand so the kids can’t take a look at it.

“Auntie?” AJ calls, fear in his voice. You look back at him and Cass with a calming smile.

“Hey, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt” you comfort, letting Sam guide you to the kitchen away from the kids.

You give your back to them when Sam pulls up your shirt. He’s quick in taking the bandages off your wound “Sarah! Need the aid kit!” he screams firmly over his shoulder.

You hear Sarah running to the kitchen in no time “What is it?” she looks at you worried, brown box in hands.

“Wound opened a little bit” Sam responds to her and then looks in your eyes “You didn’t feel it? Really?” he asks you, Sarah starts preparing new bandages for you while the man tried to stop the bleeding.

“Not really” you shake your head side to side “It’s still numb from the ointment I put on it yesterday” you explain. Sam hums.

“The skin is hot around it” he observes.

“That’s it, I’m calling an ambulance” Sarah announces.

“Sarah, don’t get crazy. The wound got all the attention needed the moment I arrived base back in DC” you say “It’s just a stitch jumping, Sam can fix it”

“You can?” Sarah asks to his brother, phone in hand.

“Yeah, sure” Sam says, pretending to doubt. You hit his arm and he laughs, kissing your nose “I’ll fix you up, hot stuff. Don’t worry”

Sam gets to work while Sarah takes the kids upstairs. AJ protests saying that he wants to stay but the woman shuts him down, not wanting them to see how you wince to the care. You watched them go over your shoulder, worry expanding on your chest.

“Do you think I scared them too much?” you ask to the man, looking back at him. His face was covered with that seriousness so signature of Captain America. You almost laugh at the sight, feeling all kind of warm inside.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s not your fault” he assures, his eyes not leaving your wound at any moment while working “You know, Rhodey didn’t say anything about what happened in the mission. Neither did you”.

You bite your lip, strings of guilt pulling your heart. This particular mission was one you didn’t want to discuss with nobody, let alone Sam. You used to confide these kind of things only to Sarah, once even Natasha. Not anyone else. Not even to other team mates.

Sam looks up when you don’t respond “That bad?”

You decide it wouldn’t kill you talking about it with him.

“They were taking civilians hostage, claiming they would kill them if necessary. If we didn’t stand down” you explained “They took Karli’s message and used it as an excuse to hurt kids”.

Sam knew what happened, he gave the mission reports a look. Of course he knew the kids were reason why you were so shaken about it. He also understood the real reason of your silence: shame. These kinds of missions were the easy ones, the missions you would come home satisficed by your work. Not coming home with the guilt of hurt kids on your shoulders.

“Rhodey and I, we tried to reach the hostages but they moved really fast” you continue “A girl and a boy, six years old” Sam stops his movements, paying total attention to you “We got to them just in time but… a kid can’t be alright after living something like that, can they?”.

Sam finished stitching you up and sighs, holding you in your place for a few seconds before he started to put bandages over your wound.

“I’m sorry, sweetness” he whispers.

“Yeah, I’m too” you nod, knowing that there’s not much more to say.

Sam looks at you, you can see the pity in his eyes. Instead of feeling insulted by it you felt gratefull. You brought him to you for a kiss. The man smiled in the middle of it and you pulled away to start leaving little sweet kisses all over his face.

“Let’s go to change that shirt, alright?”

You let him guide you up the stairs, directly to the guest room that lately was more his than anyone else’s. You take your cardigan off while he looks for something that you could wear. When you take your shirt off you feel his arms around your waist. You giggle when he kisses your neck only to hide his face on it.

“Let’s take a nap” he offers.

“We slept in different beds all weekend to not confuse your nephews and now you want to nap together while they’re wide awake?” you laugh at him.

“Let’s tell them and then let’s sleep” he insists, voice muffled by your neck.

You smile at the thought “Come on, let’s take a nap and then we let them know”

“I’m serious” he says, making you turn around in his arms “We could tell them right now, I’m more than ready” he gives you a quick kiss on your lips.

“It’s not that why we’re not telling them just yet, Sam. We talked about this” you insist.

“Yeah, but I’m positive that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Been for a really long time” you look to the door, shy away by his words “And I think they already know, to be honest”

“I heard them whispering about how Cass thought you kissed me on my lips yesterday” you laugh looking back at him “AJ believed him”

“But we haven’t kiss all weekend” Sam says, you laugh while nodding “They’re wishing for us to be together, don’t you see?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we should tell them right now” you say, kissing his lips and taking the t-shirt he had in his hands.

“Alright, fine” he surrenders “But you’re resting on this bed. Need to rest” he kisses the corner of your mouth and leads you towards the bed “Wanna watch your show?” he asks and you nod, getting under the covers.

He sits on the bed, back on the headboard and lets you hug him, head on his chest. Sam take the remote and tries to turn on the tv. You let out a laugh.

“You’re an ass” he tells you, attacking your side with his fingers, you fight him.

“I can’t believe you really forgot about the lights” he pushes your shoulder with a wide smile on his face.

You hear two knocks on the door. Cass.

“Come in” Sam calls, giving you a funny look not failing on making you laugh.

Cass opens the door and looks at both of you, a little surprised “How are you feeling, auntie?” he asks, almost whispering.

“I’m fine, baby. Come here” you straighten your arm towards him. Sam smiles when the little boy gets on the bed and lands between you two.

“How did you get that cut?” he asks you. You look at Sam.

“Your auntie here likes showing off on mission, you know?” he talks before you get the opportunity to do it “Most of the time she makes a fool out of helself” you laugh.

“That’s not true” you punch him gently on his shoulder “I was trying to not let Rhodey get his ass kicked, you know” Sam feels accused of something by the look you’re giving him “And I got kicked-ass instead” you say “A huge guy with a tiny knife and terrible coordination did this to me. He got really lucky with that ridiculous size of his”

Cass nods, incredibly quiet. You give Sam a funny look.

“I want to ask you something” he says quietly, seriousness all over his face. He had the same gesture Sarah and Sam had when they were thinking. A Wilson thing you loved.

“AJ told me something” he whispers.

“What did he tell you, Cass?” Sam asks him.

“That auntie is in love with you, is it true?” the little boy says with shyness. You smile at your boyfriend.

“Oh my god, are you?” Sam asks you, pretending surprise. Cass laughs.

“AJ is right” you tell Cass and then you look at Sam “I’m in love with you”

He smiles back at you “I’m in love with you too, sweetness”.

Cass frowned “So are you girlfriend and boyfriend?”

You and Sam nod at the kid.

“Are you going to be my auntie forever?” Cass asks looking at you.

“Well, I sure hope so” you respond.

Sam looks at your, a warmth expanding all over his body. It was strange, how someone could be so in love with a person. How lucky he was that his beloved was as much as in love with him too. It was crazy.

“When two people love each other they have babies” Cass puts a hand on your abdomen, making Sam look at you horrified with the way this conversation was going “Are you pregnant?” he asks you.

“No, baby, no” you can’t help but laugh, taking the little boy’s hand in yours “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I am”

“What do you have to do be pregnant?” the boy asks, genuinely curious.

“Oh, okey” Sam interferes, you laugh at him “Sarah! Your kid is asking questions again!”

You give your nephew a wink followed by a kiss on his cheek.

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wedding night

night in vegas part II

read part I here

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it

Summary: Sam and you get on a new aventure in a beautiful night in Las Vegas.

Warnings: NSFW, +18. Unprotected sex, food play (wedding cakes are fun to write about ya know).

Word Count: 3.5K

Thanks for the nice words on the first part of this fic! Hope you love this as much!

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Your heart was pounding like crazy, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Sam and you arrived just moments ago to a thrift store, looking for something to wear. The owner closed the store for anyone else but the two Avengers who were asking for a white dress and a black suit. He didn’t even question the bathroom robes you were wearing or the urgency in your eyes.

You found a white dress that felt right out of your dreams. A short all lace with long puffy sleeves and a deep v cut on the front, the skirt had a swift movement to it. You combined it with a pair of white cowboy boots, feeling like a little kid putting together a costume.

Getting out of the fitting room in the thrift store you got face to face with Sam wearing his new outfit. He looked absolutely stunning with that black suit on. You felt an invasive warmth growing from your chest and reaching your neck, suddenly getting nervous under his gaze.

“This is it” you say, hands showing your dress.

“You’re a goddess” Sam whispers, getting closer to you and hugging your waist “I’m marrying a goddess”

You laughed “You look as stunning as ever if not more, dearest” you whisper over his lips.

He smiled, looking down at you. The look of pure wonder he gives you makes your heart skip a bit. You need to remind yourself to breathe. Someone as beautiful as him shouldn’t be looking at you like you’re the most beautiful being on this world. You just couldn’t believe your luck.

“Umh, Sam” you heard Torres behind you two. You turn around to see the man standing there with a phone in his hand “Wow” he looks at you two up and down “Look at Mr. and Mrs. Wilson” he says, smiling widely “Sorry, future Mr. and Mrs.”

“You got it?” Sam asks him. You rested your head on Sam’s chest.

Joaquin was the only friend with you in Las Vegas that night, he was part of the mission you had a few hours ago. So naturally, he got himself involved with this crazy plan you and Sam had going on.

“Yeah, we got the little chapel” Torres celebrates shaking his phone in front of you “And I have the polaroid camera that you ask for?” he questions showing you a little bag “Not really sure why, tho…”

“Great!” Sam said, he guides you two towards the man and takes the camera from him “You’re on camera duty” Sam tells him. The man unfolds himself from you and walks towards the owner of the store.

“Don’t I need the camera if I’m in camera duty?”

“That’s not the reason why he asked you for the polaroid”

A few minutes later you were standing outside those wooden doors. Hand in hand, you held each other. The room in which you two were waiting was lighted with cheap neon lights, purple shining and changing all the colors of the things around you. You looked at the bouquet of white flowers in your other hand, daisies looking right up at you.

You feel Sam looking at you so you turn to face him.

“You know, we’ll have a huge ass party back home” Sam almost sounds like he’s making a promise “This is going so fast…”

“I don’t really care” you shake your head side to side “This is perfect”

He smiles at you “My old black suit, your summer dress and those cowboy boots are enough for you?” he whispers to your ear, that signature teasing tone of his.

You let go of his hand and hug his waist, smiling right up to him “As long as you keep on holding me” you whisper back.

He smiles and gives you a quick kiss.

“Do you have a problem with my cowboy boots?” you ask him teasingly.

He laughs “As long as I get to fuck you with those on, all good” he lets his hand travel from your leg to your ass under the dress, squeezing your flesh and winning a kiss from you “Are you sure about this?”

“More than anything else”

The doors open and the woman who asked for your details before is now standing in front of you “Everything is ready” she says.

You and Sam walk down the aisle hand in hand. Your heart is beating with an incredible force and your legs are shaking. But you don't care at all. Torres and the pastor are the only people there, smiling at you two.

The chapel is beautiful inside. The walls are a beautiful terracotta color, yellow flower arrangements and wooden furniture were decorating the whole place, the only sources of light were fairy lights and candles. You felt a sense of familiarity with it. Maybe it’s warmth reminded you of the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The doors closed in front of the woman who leaves the chapel and she takes with her the city noises. Silence and peace were the only things you could hear in that little piece of heaven that would bond you and Sam forevermore.

The pastor invites you two to face each other, and you do so. Sam’s eyes are shining with the reflection of the fire from the candles, you wondered what he’s seeing right now in your own eyes.

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate this holy union between these two young souls in love” the pastor starts his speech “I have the honor of bonding a hero who fought to bring her love back from the death” you looked at the pastor, feeling goosebumps “You, beautiful bride, risked your own life months ago in a battle that brought your love back to you” you smiled back at Sam, who had his eyes filled with tears mirroring “It was that undying love the one that brought not only your love back but if you allow me to tell you, it brought my wife back to me”

“Oh my god” you cried out, the pastor nodded to your direction.

“Never thought that I would have the opportunity to thank you in such an incredible way” the pastor smiled widely “Time for your vows”

Sam squeezes your hands two times “Sweetness” he breathes shakily “You went to hell and back to make sure I had another chance in life. You risked everything you had for me to breathe again” you felt the tears fall and fall, you couldn’t stop them anymore “And you know that I would do the exact same thing for you” Sam wipes one tear that fell from his eye “This life… this crazy life of ours… it’ll make sure to never give us peace. We know this” he nods, more tears falling “But I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re warm, happy and loved. I’ll cherish every second I get to spend with you from now on. That’s my promise. I love you”

You let go of one of his hands to clean some of your tears “Sam” you start “I need you to know that what I did for you, you did for me over and over” you squeeze his hand “You’ve kept me alive for five years without even being here. You weren’t anywhere but I felt you all around” you smile “I felt you in AJ’s hugs and Cass’ loud cheek kisses. I felt you in Sarah’s care every time I came back from a hard mission” you sob “I felt you in the hope that expanded in my chest every time something beautiful happened around me” you look up, trying hard to stop your tears from falling “I promise you that I’ll never leave as long as you’ll have me. I’ll give you my wild. My sun and my stars. Peace it’s nothing against a long life fill with you. I love you”

Joaquin got close to you, offering the rings. Sam took yours.

“This ring is my gift to you” Sam starts, repeating after the pastor and taking your left hand in his “And with this ring” he continues, putting the ring around your finger “I marry you today”.

You take the other ring “This ring is my gift to you” you take his left hand “And with this ring” you put the ring on his finger “I marry you today”

“You may kiss the bride”

Hands running all over your body, you felt like floating. And maybe you were after all, Sam knew how to fly. He was guiding you through the suite directly towards the dark bedroom. Legs wrapped around his waist. His hands squeezed your naked ass, not underwear on thanks that they didn't work well with the see-through dress. Sam kissed your neck, winning a moan with his name on it.

The man lets you fall over the white sheets and smiles down at you “Looking hot as fuck, Mrs. Wilson” he says while you sit, looking the touch of his mouth again.

“I love you” you whisper, urging him to put his lips on yours. You kneel on the bed to give him a bruising kiss, not caring to take your boots off.

“I love you too” he says in your open mouth, taking off his suit jacket and a little bag that was hanging from his shoulder.

“Hey, we can’t be naked just yet, the champagne and cake are coming” you remind him.

“Don’t worry” he says while taking his tie off “I’ll make a sacrafice and stay dressed”

You smile, kissing him quickly “Let’s take some pictures” you whisper in his mouth.

Sam laughs and takes the polaroid out of it’s little bag “When you asked me to make some memories, I didn’t think literally” he said.

“I’m brilliant like that” you let yourself fall on the bed and pose for him, hand gripping the fabric of your dress between your crossed legs.

“You’ll be the end of me” he says, taking the picture. The flash illuminated the bedroom for a second, making your eyes hurt.

“Don’t die just yet, we just got married” you whine with sweetness bursting from your low voice.

Sam smiles widely to you. He lets himself fall on top of you and continues to kiss you. You hear a knock on your door and sigh, bothered by the interruption.

“Coming” Sam announces, pulling from you.

“That quick?” you joke and he squeezes your waist playfully.

The man goes to open the door while you lay on bed looking at the gigantic windows, feeling on the clouds.

“We have our champagne and our cake, Mrs. Wilson” your husband announces, pushing a table towards the bed. You look at the white cake, suddenly remembering how hungry you were “Come here” Sam says, holding a knife ready to cut the cake. You kneeled on the bed and put your hand over his, giving the first cut to the cake together.

You dipped one of your fingers in the cake and then you spread the buttercream on Sam’s lips, winning a laugh from him. While he was carefully opening the champagne bottle you grabbed his face and kissed it off his lips.

“Yummy” you smile, feeling drunk already without any drop of alcohol in your system.

He splashed out the bottle and whispered “Quick, quick”

You laugh and comply, opening your mouth and letting him spill the champagne’s foam that was leaking from the bottle right in your mouth. Your chin was wet with spilled liquid that quickly travelled down to your neck and chest. Sam gave you the champagne bottle and caged your hips between his hands. He was fast in catching the little drop that was running down your chest between his lips, making your whole body feel hot. He followed the path that the champagne traced on you up until he met you neck, working there with his mouth a little bit more.

You almost didn't have time to swallow all the champagne in your mouth when you felt his hands touching your ass under your dress "Sam..." you moan his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck.

"God, it's good" Sam says. You laugh, he was talking about the champagne.

"I love you" you tell him and reach for one of the two glasses to pour some of the liquid in it. Then you take the other one and do the same "Here" you say, encouraging him to pull away. He does so and takes the glass from your hand, the other hand still on your ass.

The happiness of it all made your chest feel warm.

"For my beautiful wife" he holds the glass up.

"For my handsome husband" you click your glasses. You two drink it all in one go and then Sam pours some more, with only one hand while you reach up to kiss his neck. He squeezes your flesh under the dress.

"I love you" you mumble against his skin. He drinks his champagne and you feel the liquid going down his throat under your lips.

You continue to unbutton his shirt until it ends up on the floor and you trail kisses all over his chest, bending down and making him take his hand off of you in the process. Your lips reach the hem of his pant suits and you start to unbutton it. He takes your chin between his fingers and pulls you up to him so he can kiss you.

After you end unbuttoning his pants you take your glass from his hand "Sit" you order him and he complies, smirking at your bossy nature. You drink the champagne and straddle his lap, feeling his hard erection under you "Fuck, Sam" you whisper, kissing him on his open mouth.

You push him so his back is now on the mattress, eyes looking right back at you. He looked like a god under you, his body illuminated only by the city lights coming through the windows. Dark skin kissed by a thousand of little silver sparkles "Man, you've never looked this beautiful" you whisper before moving your hips over him, winning a light hiss.

"Don't play" he warns, hands on your hips.

"But you love it when I play" you pout, an idea sparkling in your mind "It's like heaven to you" you move your hips one more time, teasing smile on your lips.

He calls your name, a plead for mercy.

You look at his beautiful dark eyes "I want cake"

You see the confusion in his face for a second before a mischievous look takes over "I would like cake too" he nods.

You turn around just enough to reach the table behind you and make your best to take the cake in your hands. You put it on the bed, right besides Sam's head. Dipping two fingers now, you trace a line on Sam's chest with the buttercream.

"It's so fucking cold" he protests, earning a laugh from you.

"But it looks so fucking hot" you whisper, now dipping your whole hand on it. Then you put your hand full of buttercream around Sam's neck, giving a gentle squeeze. He smiles at you, eyes reflecting challenge.

“You really wanna go down that path, babygirl?”

“Give me that fucking camera” you tell him. Polaroid in hand, you take a picture of the show you and Sam were putting on.

A moan escapes his lips once you start moving your hips over him. You take your hand away from his neck, trailing a path down his chest. You let go of the camera and put your other hand over his cock, right under you.

“Shit” he hisses once you start to move your hand at the same rhythm you moved your hips. Two fingers inside your mouth licking the buttercream off of them and your eyes on his.

Once you stopped licking your fingers clean you bow down and start to lick the buttercream of his chest, humming contently at his moaning and panting. You can feel how your pussy clenches, asking for Sam to fill you up.

“Fuck” he lets a moan escape once you let him get into you without warning. Fast and hard. His hands go straight to your hips to help you go up and down around him. Pulling away from his chest you take his hands away from your hips, intertwining your fingers with his over his head. Your hips started to do a sweet movement on top of him that soon enough made you two lose your breathes.

“Sam” you whisper close to his mouth, ghosting it. You feel him fill you up so good it almost hurts to think that at some point he would have to leave. It was perfect, the movement and the angle. The man reached to your mouth, capturing your lower lip between his teeth and bringing you in for a bruising kiss. He swallowed every single moan you had to offer.

Sam played with the hem of your dress before taking it off of you, needing to look at you more than anything else in this moment. His hands back on your hips, your back completely straight. He watched your breasts jump up and down thanks to the movements you were performing while riding him. Your rhythm was perfect, your pussy gripping his cock and driving you both towards the first orgasms of the night.

“Oh my fucking god” you moan. Sam sits up and that single movement almost made you cry of pleasure. He’s devouring your neck, kissing and biting. You hug his shoulders. You cry his name, feeling how he grips your ass with both hands and makes you go up and down around his cock even harder and faster than before.

He pulls away from your neck and looks right into your eyes “Come for me, babygirl”

“Sam” you cry one more time, feeling him bumping on that sweet spot over and over. You come hard and quick, feeling your whole body shake.

“That’s it, that’s…” Sam couldn’t finish his sentence. He came surrounded of your warmth, feeling your pussy clench around him.

“Fuck” you whisper, laughing. You felt his warm cum inside of you and another wave of pleasure made you shake over him.

He laughed, kissing your jaw.

This was going to be a long night.

In the morning light you saw the perfect naked body of your husband get into the bathroom. You were on the bed, naked and sore body covered in white sheets. A glass full of champagne on your left hand was waiting for you to drink from it. Tummy fill with wedding cake. You were feeling this pressure on your chest. It was the good kind of pressure, the one you miss when it leaves. You sigh, looking at one of the polaroid pictures that were scattered all over the bed. You felt your face warm looking at what that picture captured you two doing.

“Babygirl” Sam calls for you.

You smile, pulling the covers from you and getting out of bed.

On your way, the bubbly liquid you were drinking made you feel dizzy. Like you weren’t really awake. You laughed.

“What are you laughing at, crazy girl?” he asks you from the bathtub. Bubbles were covering the surface of the water, don’t allowing you to see underneath it.

“I’m drunk as fuck” you laughed, barefoot walking towards him. He stretched an arm for you to take his hand and help you in. You took it, dipping one leg at a time. You felt him kiss you thigh before you started to sit “It’s so warn” you whisper once seated between his legs.

He hugs your waist and lets you rest your back against his chest. Your head fell over his shoulder, allowing him free access to your neck and he takes full advantage of it. You hum to his lips working wonders on your skin.

“If you want to sleep some more…” he starts.

“Hey, you were getting to something there” you denied his offer before even fully hearing it. You move your hips against him, protesting.

He laughs against your skin, fully entertained.

You intertwined your fingers with his, metal crushing against metal. You smile and bring both your left hands up and out of the water. You admire the wedding bands in both your fingers for a moment, and then you whisper “Can you say it again?”

Sam smiled, admiring the rings too.

“This ring is my gift to you” he whispers “And with this ring” he continues, kissing your neck “I marry you today”

“I love you, sugar”

“I love you, babygirl. Always”

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night in vegas

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: Sam and you get a hotel suite after a mission that left you really shaken.

Warnings: NSFW, +18. Unprotected sex, shower sex, language. Injuries. Reader having a panic attack, Sam helping her through it (heavy self-insert in this one!)

Word Count: 2.3K

Read part II here!

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You entered the hotel suite, feeling as weary as ever. You looked around. The fancy decor and the excellent views did nothing to humor you. You walked directly towards the bathroom door, not even appreciating the gigantic bath at your right and the glass shower at your left. Reached the sink and opened the tap, letting the water run over your hands. You washed your face and a sigh of relief leaves your lips.

Las Vegas was quiet that night, but you were sure I was just how high your suite was in the sky.

You heard the steps of someone entering the room and stopping at the bathroom door. You look up at your reflection in the mirror, ignoring Sam’s silhouette behind you.

“It’s a nice room” he comments.

You fight the urge to give him a snarky comment, knowing better than that. Sam was waiting for a reaction, something to come out from you.

“Want to eat something? You need to eat something” he says, insisting in the conversation.

You look at his direction after wiping your face dry with a towel. You try to ignore the white, blue and red of his suit, standing out from the nude colors of the walls and browns of the furniture. He was highlighted with that symbol that today almost got him killed. Your hands couldn’t stop shaking.

You ignored the pain strings pulling from your heart as the flash of him being in danger passed through your mind like it was the most important thing to remember right now. Unzipping the front of your suit you walk towards him. You take the suitcase from his right hand and walk straight to the bed.

“Sweetness…” he pleads, making you stop your movements for a second.

Then you resume taking your vibranium-bodysuit off, courtesy of princess Shuri. You ended up only in your underwear in the middle of the bedroom, putting the suit in the especial suitcase that came with it.

“Talk to me” he continued his begging. You let the air you were holding in your lungs get out through your nose at the same time you close the suitcase.

You walked to the bathroom one more time, ignoring Sam all the way. You take your underwear and enter the shower, turning the hot water on.

Only then you hear Sam walking past the bathroom door into the bedroom. You sighed in relief and tried to swallow your tears. The hot water ran all over your body, making your wince every time it touched a cut in your neck. You'll tell Okoye to ask the princess for a turtleneck updated in your suit. Looks didn’t matter if after a vicious fight you would be suffering from cuts.

You hear the glass door of the shower open behind you and you dont't say anything when a pair of arms hug your waist. You melted to the touch, feeling a sensation of peace overtaking you no matter how much you tried to fight it. Lips leaving kisses over your cuts. Hot skin against yours. Nothing felt better than this, not even having the right in the little argument you two had going on.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear, like the feeling could excuse the stupid decisions he took with that suit on. The suit that made him feel invincible like a god. Like he was shielded from any kind of danger. Vibranium could make you feel that way, she knew it firsthand. But that didn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful while fighting.

He turned you in his arms and kissed the corner of your mouth. Then he kissed a bruise in your shoulder and then other one right over your ribs, looking straight to your eyes. Another one on your hip and then he put your leg over his shoulder while he kissed one on the inside of your thigh.

You took his hands and made him stand up again. Crushing your lips on his, you jumped rounding his hips with your legs. His hands on your ass, he carried you towards the wall and put your back against it.

“I love you, I love you” he whispered against your lips between kisses. You felt him getting harder and harder between your thighs. He was exactly where you needed him to be against you while you moved your hips up and down. You let out a rough whimper once he’s inside of you.

He squeezes your ass and starts to help you move up and down around his erection, moaning in your open mouth. You bite his lower lip, feeling your whole body enter on a full state of euphoria by just feeling him being a whole mess of moans under you.

“Sam, Sam” you speak for the first time while he kisses your neck. Hearing his name leave your lips only encourages him more. He sucks and bites your favorite spot, knowing exactly how to push your buttons. One of his hands travels from your ass to one of your breasts, squeezing it just enough to make you moan his name one more time.

He tries to pull away from you to give a good look at your body under the water showering above you two. But you stopped him, hugging his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. Chest against chest he’s driving you both directly towards your orgasms, and then you sob.

Sam thought he heard wrong until you did it again “Babygirl?” he asks. He stops his movements, heavy breathing and shaky legs “Hey, hey” He tries to pull you away from him but you fight to stay in your place “Look at me, please” you give in to his beg and rest your head back on the wall, looking at his chest.

“Why would you do that?” you asked him, voice broken and tears falling from your face. You felt your legs tickle from the inside and your hands couldn’t stop shaking.

“Babygirl…” he whispers.

“I begged for you to stop, Sam. You wouldn’t listen” you accuse him, looking angrily to your side.

“I needed to reach the bomb, you know that” he tries to reason with your tears and heavy breathing “The mission…”

“I don’t give a fuck about the mission, you asshole” you fight to get down, feeling your core ache when you make him get out from inside you “You run towards the danger without thinking, over and over” you accuse again, picking his chest with your finger frenetically “Giving me a heart attack on the process”.

Sam looks down at you, reaching for your arms and pulling you to his chest “I’m sorry”.

“I couldn’t breathe” you whisper, muffled against his chest “I need you to live, Sam” you pleaded, waiting for something more than an apology “I need you to live, I just got you back. I need you to live”.

He turns off the shower and lifts you from the ground. Not caring about wetting the floor he carries you towards the bed and lays you on it, falling just next to you. The bedroom is dark, the city lights being the only source of light coming through the windows.

You pull him in again, trying to kiss him. Your legs start to prepare to straddle his lap. Sam stops your movements, kissing you back but stopping you when you try to deepen the kiss “Stop, stop” he whispers in your open mouth.

“Please” you beg him.

“You need to feel this, sweetness” he insists on pulling away. You look at him, betrayal reflecting in your eyes “You need to stop and feel this”.

You pull from him, pushing him hard away from you “You don’t get to tell me what to feel after what you did” you say angrily.

“I did my job, babygirl” he starts “You need to get that” he slides his arm under your shoulders and you let him bring you closer to him.

“I told you that bomb could go off any second and you wrapped your wings around it” you say with indignation flourishing from your voice.

“My vibranium wings, yes” he reminds you. You give him a light punch on his chest “And I’m so sorry that I had to do it. But I didn’t have a choice, sweetness” he explains “I know it doesn’t make you feel any better but…”

“Fuck that stupid shield” you say, without really meaning it. You look at the wall you saw it laying against earlier “It makes you stupid”.

Sam laughs smoothly once he understood you were controlling your body and mind a bit better than just some seconds ago “That shield gave us a suite in a five stars hotel in Vegas” he reminds you “You don’t mean it”.

“Fuck this suite in this fucking five stars hotel in fucking Vegas” you start to whispers against his lips once he brings you in for a kiss.

You spend the next few minutes regulating your breathing with Sam caressing your naked side. His touch kept on grounding you. You started to feel more and more in control. Tears stopped from falling all at once.

“Feeling better?” He asks, holding you close.

“Yes” you nod.

You both sigh and let the surroundings sink in. You pull away from him to look towards the huge picture windows around the whole suite letting you look outside to the city lights. Sam imitates you but then he distracts himself looking at your eyes, shining thanks to the reflection of the city lights.

“I promise I’ll be more careful” he starts to tell you, your gaze falling to the bed and then to him “And to help you every time this happens to you” he completes his promise “I’m sorry I was the one that triggered it”.

You sigh “When it happens again… and it will…” you whisper “Do exactly as you did today” you tell him.

“This is our new normal now, huh” he says.

You kiss him again, feeling his arms tighten around your waist.

“I prefer this normal a million times than what I had before” you whisper against his lips “Calming myself down by thinking the only thing I knew about you being gone: that it didn’t hurt” he holds your face closer to his, heart hurting by your words.

“I love you, I love you” he whispers again, like it was the only thing that mattered.

You laugh “I love you too, sugar”.

“You know, we are in Vegas” he whispers.

You frowned, not stopping the kiss “Yeah, kinda been here all day” you remind him “The Hilton almost falls on our heads thanks to that bomb”.

“And we stopped it” Sam says with pride.

“Yeah, we did” you say, pulling away from the kiss “What is it?”

“We make a good team babygirl” he says “A really damn good one”

You look at him with a smile “Do you know what else we are good at?” you say seductively, moving so you’re straddling his lap.

“No, no” he protests “I’m trying to make a point here” he smiles wide, letting you see the gap between his teeth.

“What is it?” you move your hips, winning a whimper from him. He holds your hips still.

“Don’t get crazy on me, hey” he calls your attention while you’re rolling your eyes at him “We’re in Vegas”

“I know that” you protest, fighting his strong hands that are stopping your movements “What is it, sugar?”

“Let’s get married” he says.

You laugh at him “Yeah, right”

“I’m serious, babygirl”

“Sure” you say.

Sam sits on the bed, almost making you fall if it wasn’t for his strong arms hugging your waist “Marry me” he whispers over your lips.

“Sarah would most likely kill us” you say, shaking your head side to side “Also, we didn’t bring any clothes” you remind him “Do you wanna get married in our suits?”

Sam pretends to consider it. You punch him on his bicep.

“We have robes. We find a pretty place to buy pretty clothes and we run to the closest chapel”

“With what money, huh?” you say.

“I’m Captain America, they gave me a suite with the promise of paying for it once I'm back home” he says “Someone will let us use some pretty outfits if we ask nicely”

You look at your right “Bucky will kill us, too” you say when he starts kissing your neck “And he knows the best kind of torture, the kind that has you wishing you were dead” you close your eyes at his actions.

“Marry me, marry me” he whispers against your hot skin.

You smile when you feel his erection getting hard again under your weight. He whispers your name when you guide him to your entrance, allowing him to fill you a second time that night in Vegas. You moan his name into the air, looking at the city lights outside the window.

The feeling of having him inside of you overwhelmed you like it never failed to do. You start to move up and down around him, holding onto his shoulders. Just thinking that this could be how your nights would end up from now on. With him forever. Your favorite person in the whole entire world. The one you lost, the one you fought for and the one you got back. You made up your mind after hearing him calling for you one more time.

“Alright” you breathe “I’ll marry you, Sam Wilson”.

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PART II HERE!

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jealously and kisses

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: Sam asks you to be his plus one on a wedding without telling you his ex will be there.

Warnings: lots of teasing.

Word Count: 2.6K

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“Can you, for my life, stop doing that?” Sam begged, sounding really tired.

“Stop doing what, baby?” you asked, caressing his back from under his suit.

“You’re enjoying this way too much, sugar” he protested, you smiled and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy” you pointed, innocently.

Sam looked at you, he tightened his arms around your waist making you float while he spun around in his place. You laughed, trying to not fall once he put you back on the floor.

“Still feeling like teasing?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Pretty much so, yeah” you nodded “It’s just that… she looks like an angry chihuahua looking at us, ready to attack at any moment” you explained, looking to the woman that a few seconds ago was giving you the most dirty look you’ve ever seen “I wonder…”

“Just… don’t?” he's fast at interrupting you “Don’t you wonder about anything, please” he pleaded.

“I’m just really excited, baby”

Sam looks at you, tired. You were using that nickname way too much, teasing all the way. It's nothing new. The teasing, the playing, the nicknames. It was second nature to you two... but today you were feeling really touchy.

You two were at a wedding. The happy couple was reunited after the snap that brought half of the world’s population back and didn’t wait any longer to get married. Nine months after the battle, you were dancing with Sam at his ex-air-force buddy’s wedding.

The man asked you to be his plus one as a favor. He explained that he didn’t want to go alone and lured you with free food and free drinks, not forgetting to mention the wedding cake as much as he possibly could. You accepted, not suspecting his hidden intentions until the afternoon before the wedding.

“Your ex?!” you screamed at the man.

You got out of your room and went straight to your living room. You ignored Bucky frantically putting the recent baked cookies away, like he was committing a crime by just being close to them “You invited me to the wedding cause your ex is coming?!” Sam looked at you from the sofa where he was sited waiting for you to finish getting ready.

Bucky got down the counter and he looked at Sam from behind you “This is going to be amazing” he laughed, way too entertained.

Sam looked at you, puzzled “How you know that?” He asked.

You showed him your phone, AJ and Cass looking right back at him “Busted, uncle Sam!” Cass laughed.

“Sarah told me about your pretty little ex-girlfriend that happens to be the maid of honor!” you explained angrily.

“You’re an ass, Samuel” He heard Sarah say.

“Wedding cake my ass, you only wanted to make her jealous” you accused, hand on your hip.

“You still want her back!” Sarah said.

“Guess what, I’m not going” you announced.

“Nuh-huh” Sarah backed you up.

“Okay, okay. Wait up, wait up!” Sam said before you could talk again “I can’t with you two teaming up on me, not fair” he stood up, fancy black suit on and looking at you “I didn’t tell you cause I knew you wouldn’t let me hear the end of it” he looked at the phone “And I don’t want her back, whatever got you thinking that”

“You’re going to a wedding with the most beautiful woman you know as your fake date, of course you want to make Clarissa jealous” Sarah defended her theory, naming his ex for the first time.

“You know, I’ve been thinking the same thing” Bucky says, walking until he was in front of the camera “Hi, Sarah” he waved his vibranium hand.

“Okay, stop that” Sam told Bucky, walking towards the phone “And you won’t participate in this conversation anymore” he took the phone from you.

“Samuel Wilson, don’t you dare…” he cut the call before Sarah could finish her sentence.

“I don’t want to make her jealous, babygirl” he explained calmly to you “I want her to not get near me” he said, like it made all the sense in the world.

“What the hell do you mean?” you ask, Bucky looked at Sam with the same confusion you had all over your face.

“This girl… it didn’t end up good” he simply said. You sighed at him, knowing that sometimes he could be so cryptic it exasperated you.

“You broke a girl’s heart, Samuel?” Bucky accused, teasingly.

“No, James” he used the name like Bucky used his “Actually, she broke mine” Bucky and you shared a look “She kinda cheated on me”.

“What?!” you screamed.

“Yeah! Why would someone cheat on you?” Bucky said. You and Sam gave him a weird look “Hey, sorry for thinking that my co-worker deserves loyalty” he defended himself and walked towards the kitchen again, sitting on the counter one more time.

“She got snapped too, and when we came back she called me” he said, calmly “She wanted a second chance”

“After all these years?” you asked, surprised.

“We went to school together in my hometown, same friend group” he explained “We were always on and off, you know?” he looked uncomfortable, talking about this with you two “I don’t want that anymore”

“Good” Bucky said, you nodded.

“So I was thinking that maybe she would keep her distance if I brought an Avenger as my date to the wedding” Sam smiled at you “Got lucky that at least one accepted”

“You asked someone else first?” You ask, confused.

Sam looked at Bucky.

“He asked me” the man was eating another cookie while he talked “I don’t like weddings. Lots of noise”

“Great! So I’m also your second option”

Sam shrugged “Bucky looks good on suits”

“Thanks, man”

You sighed walking towards Bucky, hitting his hand while it was reaching for another cookie “I just baked those, Barnes”.

You gave Sam another look before walking back to your room “I’ll finish getting ready”

“You’re just jealous that Captain America thinks I’m prettier than you!” You heard Bucky scream.

The second you stepped foot on the wedding you felt a pair of eyes following your every movement. You stared back. She was pretty, really pretty. Caramel skin and dark eyes. Beautiful green dress and high heels. Clarissa looked like the perfect girl for Sam, head to toes.

You took Sam’s hand on yours, he squeezed your hand two times and suddenly the staring didn’t burn you at all.

Dancing to the slow song at perfect harmony while holding each other made you feel so much more confident. A lot of people had their eyes on you, being Captain America’s date was a huge thing when every old person on that wedding knew him since he was a little boy. You were being questioned not only about your life as an Avenger, but as Sam’s new girl.

You should’ve known from the moment you learnt about Clarissa that Sam’s hands wouldn’t leave your body at any moment. Waist, hands, back, legs. You were like a safe place for Sam’s shaky hands, nervous hands that squeezed your flesh only so he could ground himself. So he could control his anxiety.

You, on the other hand, wouldn’t let your lips stay away from his skin for too long. The whole fake couple thing was so easy for you two, ever since the first undercover mission with the Avengers. You weren’t shy at kissing, he wasn’t shy at touching. Perfect arrangement.

“Do you think that she would freak out if we kissed?” you asked. Sam’s eyes were looking down at you with a warning to not push it. You were smiling back at him “Baby, this is a date. Remember?”

He huffed “You really like this, don’t you?” Sam accused.

“I could push all the buttons and you wouldn’t blow the cover up, of course I like this” you shrugged “Also, I love how she’s looking at us exactly while I’m doing…” your hand moved from his chest all the way down his abdomen “this”.

“Don’t get crazy” Sam warned, looking around to make sure nobody was watching your little show.

“She’s the only one watching, don’t worry” you swayed until Sam was giving his back to his ex. You placed your other hand on the back of his neck and looked at her direction, but not directly to her “Maybe we should step outside for a while… bet she’ll think we’re doing it on the grass” you said, your gestures and tone as seductive as possible.

“I said I don’t want to make her jealous” he pointed at you again failing to not sound entertained with the idea.

“Oh, but this is so much fun” you insisted “Come on, sugar. Let’s find somewhere else to go” you gave a quick kiss to his neck before looking at his eyes.

“Really now?” he asked.

“Yep” you nodded, caressing the back of his neck “Hey, you asked me to be your date”

“Fake date” he insisted.

You hummed “Date at last. Come on” you took his hand and walked him out of the ballroom.

You shivered at the cold breeze outside. The beautiful backyard was illuminated with fake candles, golden light reflecting on the water of the fountain right in the middle of it.

Sam’s hand still in yours, you walked towards a bench. Sam sat on it at the same time you did. You took your shoes off “Finally”

"Not so flirty all of the sudden, huh?"

"Hey, you were the one that squeezed my ass just cause I let you" you accused.

"It was your thigh" he corrected “You think she’s gonna come out?”

“Oh, definitely” you nodded “She won’t resist it”

Sam sighed, looking around the park.

“It’s been a really long time” he said, sadness present in his tone.

You went quiet for a little while, thinking exactly what to say “You, umh…” Sam turned his head, to look at you “You want her back?”

He didn’t respond at first, lost in thought.

You felt how your stomach turned. Watching the doubt in Sam’s eyes… it hurt. He was so confident about everything, it just felt wrong to see him so confused. He was really affected by this whole situation.

“Cause, you know… she doesn’t have a plus one” you reminded him.

“But I have a really beautiful one” he said.

You smiled when he took your joined hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I don’t want to go back to that” he denied “No way”

“You sure?”

“She…” Sam started “She’s a force of nature you know? Maybe I was being a little bit blinded by her whole. She told me, at the start: she wasn’t going to settle. Ever” he played with your hand for a little bit “I was fine with it at first. It was fun.” he explained “But she was never meant to be nobody’s… I didn’t get that back then. Cause I’m not like that at all” he shakes his head side to side “I made her feel trapped. She asked for time. I gave it to her… not really meaning it. I made her the bad guy” he laughed dryly “I feel really guilty about it”.

“Why did she ask you to come back, then? Why she looks at me like she wants to kill me?” you asked.

“The snap… when you come back from it” he started to explain, full of patience “It makes you doubt everything. You disappear. You come back. Now what?” he puts his other hand in his pocket “When I came back… I felt the urge to help my family as much as I could. Maybe she wanted to know how the road not taken felt like. Just like I did”

You hummed “Maybe you should talk with her” you suggested.

“What?” he looked at you, surprised.

“Yeah, well…” you stopped looking for the right words “She seems really important to you. Maybe let her know that nothing is going to happen between the two of you if she wants to keep in contact. You could leave it at friends”

“I could try…”

“Better close that thing before it keeps hurting you, darling” you nodded “And if you want someone to settle, try with people who want to do it too you know" you accused.

“I know, I know” he laughed “Where will I find someone that would want to, though”

You laughed “Yeah, cause Captain America won’t ever find someone interested on him. Get outta here” you laughed.

Sam rested his head on your shoulder, sighing “Wanna settle down and have babies with me, babygirl?”

“Me? Having your babies? What if we start practicing right now?” Sam laughed when you sat on his lap and kissed his nose.

You started to lay kisses all over his face. The urge to be close to him big in your inside, almost aching. Sometimes you couldn’t understand how you could love someone as much as you loved this man. He hugged your waist and squeezed you till you let out a little scream.

“Okay, okay, calm down” he said, grabbing your face. You cover his wrists with your hands “Do I tell you that I love you enough?”

“You do it everyday” you respond “One way or another, sugar”

You could perceive movement from the corner of you eye, turning around to see Clarisse standing there “Sorry if I interrupted, I needed a little bit of air” she said.

You shake your head side to side “Not at all” you smiled “I actually want something to drink” you turned to Sam “Wait for me here?” you asked.

“Got it” he smiles to you “Bring me something too, sweetness”

You nod. Before standing up, you closed your distance with him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Sam gave a gentle squeeze to your thigh once you weren’t on him anymore. If he was surprised by the kiss, he didn’t show it.

He gave you a lovingly look before turning to Clarissa. You smile at the woman and enter the ballroom.

While waiting for the barman to take your order, you touched your lips. You couldn’t stop grinning at the stupid bravery that took over your body just a moment ago.

It’s been years of being subtle with the connection you and Sam had. Since the moment you met there was something unspoken, a trust like no other in the team between the two of you. And then… the snap.

You lost him once and when he got back, you promised there wouldn’t be a day without him in your life if you could help it.

Familiar arms around you, a kiss on your neck and a whisper “What was that kiss about?”

You felt your skin hot where he placed his lips “You were the one that asked me for babies” you accused.

“Yeah, I was hoping you would think it was a joke” Sam laughed smoothly against you.

“I took it real seriously, sugar” you pointed out “James if boy, Darlene if girl”

Sam turned you around in his arms “I’m so happy I didn’t bring Bucky to this wedding” he confessed.

“Oh, come on” you started “You would be kissing him too if you had a chance”

He laughed, kissing the corner of your lips “Love you, pretty girl”

“Love you, baby”.

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night talks

Sam Wilson × Fem!Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: Sam comes back from running to find you in his room at night, waiting for him and ready to talk about your dreams.

Warnings: tfatws ep4 spoilers, babies. Mentions of characters' death. Angsty? Maybe, but a lot of fluff and nicknames.

Word Count: 1.8K

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Sam walked back to his room in the apartment Zemo rented in Latvia. The man was trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake anyone up, which was really a challenge if he counted the two supersoldiers who were sleeping in the same building. He knew for sure he wouldn't wake Bucky up, the man always slept so deep in his dreams he was the only one who could wake himself up. But he knew that you were the exact opposite, your amplified hearing always alert, on guard.

He opened his door quietly and then let go of the air he was holding once he closed it.

"Where are you coming from?" The man jumped in his place to the low voice that came from nowhere.

The light on the nightstand was tuned on and you were there, sitting comfortably on his queen size bed with your back resting against the bedrest.

"You scared the shit out of me, sugar" Sam breathed, trying to play it cool, not wanting to answer to your question.

It wasn't unusual to Sam, finding you in his room. You were a really light sleeper and most nights you couldn't bring yourself to sleep. How he saw it, you had only two options: go to him and talk, or go to Bucky to wake him up and die trying.

"You should be sleeping" he said, smiling while he walked towards his suitcase.

"Yeah, didn't feel like it. Figured that you wouldn't be sleeping either so I came to talk... but you weren't here" you said. He could hear the tiredness in the low and raspy tone of your voice. He kept busy not looking at you but to the clean clothes instead. He needed a shower "Sam, you got in a fight?" you asked, not sounding so worried. Sam smiled while he gave you a look.

"I may look like it, but I was just on a run" he said.

"Well, you got lost? You were out for two hours... if not more"

Sam didn't respond to that, instead "Why couldn't you sleep?"

The man looked at you again. You were glowing thanks to the golden light on the nightstand. Arms and legs crossed, messy hair. You were wearing a pair of joggers and a black tank top, complementing the relaxed but tired expression on your face.

Sam never really got used to that, the seriousness you portrayed now. You were someone who's smile never left their face once. Always light up, always shining. And then you were on the run for years, the tiredness of it all leaving it's mark on you permanently.

"Dreams" you said simply.

Sam sighed and walked towards the bed. You sat straight, bringing your legs closer to you body, so he could sit in front of you.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You looked at him, and sighed "These dreams, umh..." you started "They're difficult to have. They aren't nightmares" you said, trying your best to keep your voice low.

"Aren't nightmares the difficult ones?" Sam asked confused, wanting you to explain it better.

You looked away with a impatient expression "Yeah but... these are worse. They're like... memories"

"Memories?" Sam asked, thinking he understood. He had those kind of dreams "Like... from war? From the snap?" he watched as you shaked your head no, looking anxious at the mentions of the last battle you two fought.

"No. Memories of Nat" you said.

Sam understood but that didn't mean he wasn't taken aback at your response. He never heard you talk about Natasha's death before.

Five years ago, you were fighting alongside your sister in Wakanda, before turning into dust. But once you all came back, Sam saw your confusion at not finding the Black Widow not only right where you left her but anywhere. She was gone. And with her all that was left of your old self.

Sam didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.

"These dreams start normal. It's like I'm living them. I don't have knowledge whatsoever of the reality and Nat is alive in them" you said "But not only Nat..." you stopped talking suddenly, like what was coming was harder than what you already said.

Sam nodded when your voice dropped "Vision?"

You looked at him, surprise present in your eyes. Sam always got the same reaction from you when he said exactly what you were thinking, like you couldn't believe that someone was able to read you so easily.

"He cooks for us, in my dreams... like he always did back home" you said "He makes my favorite pasta and I just..."

Sam knew how much it meant for you the way Vision cared for you. You and him had something nobody else had in that compound. He was the most important part of your found family.

Other than partnership, Sam didn't know Vision that much. It was actually bizarre to him how much the android (is that what he was?) meant to you. What he meant to Wanda, especially.

But that was Vision, he had a stong conection with women. Maybe because he knew just how valuable they were.

"I just... I miss him"

Sam looked at you with a knowing look. All those years that passed, for you and Sam were months. In your head you were guilty of your best friend's death in the hands of Wanda, and then in the hands of Thanos. He knew this, you two talked about it two months after being back while you were looking for Wanda.

"Steve is in them, too"

Sam frowned at the mention of his old friend.

You looked the most surrender he ever saw you, like you couldn't care less about anything.

"Those are the worst of them all"

He looked away from you, getting ready for the impact.

"Because in those dreams, I'm not mad at him" you said, sounding dry and bitter "Somehow he managed to take that away from me, too".

Sam was angry at Steve, yes. But hearing you, someone who loved that man with all their heart and soul, someone who burned for him, bleed for him... so mad at him? It was pure heartbreak.

"I don't think that's fair" Sam whispered.

"He left"

"He brought us back"

"If you're so right with his decision, why did you give up the shield?"

The bitterness in that comment made Sam laughed at it. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom door.

You would never understand his decision.

"I'm mad at him" you said, louder than before.

"I know, babygirl" Sam responded, tired of this discussion.

"You won't take it from me"

"Why do you think that I want to?" he asked, stoping in his tracks and turning around to face you "Why you keep on being mad at someone that loved you so dearly?" he crossed his arms.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, he cursed himself.

"Because before I allow myself to heal, I'll have to break even more than I already did" you said, voice weak "Because he balanced the love he felt for me, for Bucky, for Wanda and for you against his love for her... and she won"

"You're still in love with him"

The words left Sam's lips without warning, it surprised him too.

You looked at him confused, like you couldn't believe he punched you. Only that he didn't punch you, but his words hurt you in a degree that, from his position, he couldn't quiet understand.

"You think that this is coming from spite?" you asked, angry beyond his comprehension.

"It isn't?" Sam genuinely asked.

"Just when I thought you understood me" you laughed dryly "Or Bucky, for that matter"

Sam looked at you confused "You're in love with Bucky?"

You sighed "I'm not in love with Steven Grant Rogers" you said, mocking at the name "I never was"

Those were news for Sam.

If there's was two things in this world Sam was sure about, those were that his sister Sarah could hit hard as hell... and your romantic feelings towards Steve Rogers.

"You weren't?" he asked dumbly.

"You have the wrong supersoldier on that one"

He didn't understand your words at first... and then: Bucky.

"Oh"

Sam could totally see it.

"Yeah" you said, almost amused at Sam being so naive about everything.

The man looked at you, his eyes full of empathy and care.

"I need... I need you to understand" you started again "That I have to be mad at Steve. I need it. Otherwise... I'll break"

"And?" Sam asked.

You looked at him surprised "And, what?"

"And what if you do? If you break?"

Sam could see how you didn't understand him.

"I'll be there, you know?" he said.

Your confusion turned into something warm, loving in your expression.

You smiled "What if Bucky decides to break at the same time?" you asked.

Sam didn't skip a bit "I'm strong enough to hold both of you" he answered.

You laughed "Well that's something I have no doubt of" Sam smiled, showing you that cute gap between his teeth "But what if you break?"

Sam shaked his head no "I already did my peace with it"

You nodded "You gave up the shield"

He shaked his head again "Me giving up that shield... had nothing to do with Steve, sweetness".

You frowned "Bucky... he told me about that therapy session" you looked at him, doubtful "You said that we would never understand the why of your decision... why you thought it was right"

Sam nodded.

"Sam... I really don't understand it but" you said, a little shy "don't think for a second that I doubt you"

He felt warmth all over his body, wanting just to hug you on the spot.

"You're a good man" you continued "You have nothing to prove to this world"

Sam wet his lips "But they would demand it" he said "Demand to prove that I'm worthy"

"That's the funny thing, dearest" you said "You already have what someone needs to be Captain America"

"And that's?" he asked.

"America's ass, of course" you said, teasing.

"Now you're just playin, crazy girl" he said, loving the compliment "I'm gonna take a shower"

"Can I sleep here, sugar?" you asked.

He walked towards you and bended down "Whatever you want, hot stuff" he kissed your forehead and then he walked towards the bathroom.

Once done showering, he put his pijamas on and walked out the bathroom. The room was dark, and your figure was snuggled on the bed under the covers.

Sam smiled while he got into the bed.

"You awake?" he asked. You hummed "Wanna cuddle?"

You got closer to him, always accepting his embrace. He was warm against you, soft. "Can't stay away from me, angel?" You said sleepy.

"Never, sweetness"

With your head on his chest and his hand on your back, Sam drifted off to sleep. Hope big in his heart now that he knew that he got your love for someone else all wrong.

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