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The GED

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - There's more than one way to be smart. Or so you've been told. But how on Earth do you go about proving that you're not (the stupid, illiterate Avenger) dumb?

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"Can you please just listen to me?" Sam begs you. "I'm telling you this is a bad idea."

"Or it's an amazing idea and it'll all be for the better!" you counter, plating the last of your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

He snatches a cookie from the plate when he thinks you're not watching, "Or you'll make an already strained relationship like ten times worse."

You glare at him, snatching the cookie back and placing it back on the plate, "Or by then end of the day we'll have a new set of friends."

Bucky groans, entering the room just in time to hear your rebuttal to Sam's negativity, "Please, not more friends. I don't like the ones I have as it is."

"See?" Sam wildly gestures to Bucky. "When do we ever agree on anything? It just proves that this is a terrible idea!"

"Hi," Bucky finally greets you, gently pecking your lips. "Missed you. Now, who exactly are we trying to make friends with?"

"The SHIELD agents downstairs," you blithely reply.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you, "Why? They hate us."

"That's exactly what I said!" Sam frantically exclaims.

"Have we ever asked ourselves why they hate us?" you muse. "Maybe we need to be a little nicer to them."

"Or maybe it's because they're bitter and jealous that we're better than them," Sam remarks.

"Well, it's definitely not because of Sam's incredible sense of humility," Bucky sarcastically retorts.

"Shut up," Sam snarks. "And we are better. Our stats are better, we get first pick of assignments, our mission times are like a third of theirs, Fury trusts us a hell of a lot more, and we get all the good snacks."

"And that means we can't be friends?" you rhetorically ask. "We work together all the time!"

"Listen, it's not that bad of a deal," Bucky tries to convince you. "They tolerate us. We tolerate them. It's never caused a problem on missions or anything, so who cares? Not everyone in this world is going to like you."

"Who else doesn't like me?" you frantically question, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky.

"Everyone likes you," Bucky assures you.

"Except the people downstairs," Sam teases.

"That's it!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I'm going down there. I'm just going to bring these cookies down there and talk to them. They're just people, I'm sure they're all really nice!"

"Nice going," Bucky mutters to Sam, elbowing him in the ribs. "Come on, can't we just leave well enough alone? Isn't it enough that the people who actually know you like you? And not to mention, I like you and I don't like anybody."

"Aww.." you coo at Bucky, caressing his cheek. "Nope, too late, I'm committed."

"Why?" Sam groans. "You're never going to get everyone in the world to like you!"

"Oh, yes, I can! I've spend my entire time out in the world cultivating a personality that's impossible not to like just to satisfy my compulsive people pleasing tendencies."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, "People really don't see this side of you enough."

Sam nods, "You're a little scary when you think people don't like you."

"Scary or strangely endearing?" you wonder.

"Scary! Definitely scary!"

Bucky sighs to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?"

You beam at the two of them, scooping up the plate of cookies, "Not even a little bit."

"It's a bad idea!" Sam bellows down the corridor as you walk away from him.

You roll your eyes as you step onto the elevator and tell Friday to take you to the third floor, where the SHIELD agents typically hung out.

It wasn't a bad idea. It was a great idea. What could go wrong with trying to bring people closer together? They were just people. They were people you had to trust with your lives, why not get to know them a little bit more?

As you step off the elevator, you immediately notice that this layout is almost identical to the one upstairs, except without all the extravagant touches of Tony Stark. You amble down the hallway, looking for a sign of anyone. You figure if the layout is the same, their common room will be in the same place as the one upstairs.

You're right, you realize when you start to hear faint voices from where you thought their common room would be. Even all the way down the hall, voices echo off the walls as you make your way closer.

You certainly don't mean to eavesdrop or listen into a conversation that you're not supposed to hear.

No, you definitely don't mean to eavesdrop on your new friends, but the open floor plan does nothing to dampen the sounds of their booming voices.

"Yeah, I leave first thing tomorrow," an unfamiliar voice sighs.

"Who with?" someone else asks.

You don't like the way they spit Bucky's name out in disgust, "Barnes."

"Oh, he's the worst!" the same voice dramatically groans. You silently scoff at the insinuation that Bucky was the worst. "He just sits and stares like he's got nothing better to do."

"Please, I'd take him over his girlfriend any day," a different female scoffs.

You freeze at the mention of yourself. You know you should go. You shouldn't be listening to this. The things they were saying were definitely not nice, but neither was eavesdropping.

"Oh come on, she's not that bad."

You sigh in relief, feeling a little better that someone was defending you. You could go upstairs and tell Sam that he was wrong, not all the SHIELD agents were that bad.

And in the next second, you were proved very, very wrong.

"She's just such an idiot!" Your stomach twists in knots as the same SHIELD agent continues complaining about you. This is what you got for eavesdropping, you tell yourself. They're entitled to their own opinions about you. Better yet, you could change their minds and show them that there was more to you than what meets the eye. You just don't want to believe that people can be this mean, that it's so easy for them to be this casually cruel. They just didn't know you. You were sure that if they did know you all, they wouldn't be saying such awful things. "I don't know what everyone sees in her, but I swear I can see right through that whole Sunshine act."

"I dunno, she acted like that on the last mission I had with her."

"She didn't let up? Not once?"

"Nope! The whole time."

"I'd rather get caught by the bad guys then deal with her for a whole week."

"Who knows, maybe Barnes likes them dumb," the agent giggles. The words feel like a punch to the gut. You want to leave, to turn on your heels and pretend like you never heard a thing, but you're frozen in shock. "Like a Stepford Wife thing."

"If that's true, then they'll be together forever," the same agent, the one going on a mission with Bucky tomorrow, jokes.

"What do you think they even talk about?"

"Who knows?"

"My question is what kind of adult makes it knowing as little as she does?"

"The kind with Fury in their back pocket."

"Exactly! It's the only reason she's even apart of the team. I'd bet anything she's never even picked up a book."

"Can I tell you guys something?" an agent exclaims. "Someone got into a bunch of their files upstairs. And guess what? She can't even read! She's illiterate! An illiterate Avenger!"

Your blood runs cold. Those were private. They held so much intimate information about you and your history and they were using it to make fun of you, make fun of the people that chose to love you.

You weren't sure what was worse, that they were using your past to make fun of you, or that they knew intimate details of your past, they knew the torment you were put through as a child and they still thought it was funny, they still used it as a way to belittle you. As though you had any control over it. As though it was your fault.

It's only then that you realize that tears are staining your cheeks, that you're still standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies as a peace offering for the SHIELD agents making fun of you and your friends.

"Probably doesn't even know what a book is. Maybe her next mission should be a day of kindergarten."

It's mean. It's meaner than they have any right to be, but a lightbulb goes off in your head as you finally regain the ability to leave.

You furiously wiped away your tears, storming down the corridor and back to your side of the Compound. You leave the plate of pastries on the counter for your team mates.

And you made a decision right then and there. You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't try to convince them that you were smart. You would just do better. Be better. You were going to show them that you could be more than the illiterate Avenger.

In that very moment, you decide your very next mission: School.

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livingincolorsagain · 2 months

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Sambucky is on my mind again!

I can only imagine with the metal arm and being a super soldier that Bucky is a pretty heavy guy. And Sam needs to be able to catch his dumbass when he jumps from tall buildings without a plan, so he starts weight lifting to be able to carry Bucky. But that means that he needs to be able to confidently lift like 250 lbs, so he ends up getting pretty muscular from it. Cue Bucky drooling when he sees how jacked Sam is getting without realizing it's all for him.

It’s not that Bucky missed it happening; that’s just not possible with how often he’s watching Sam.

It’s just, well. It’s a gradual change, so slow it’s easy to not notice it happening.

And it’s all the same, because Bucky’s definitely noticing it now.

Sam’s just back from his morning run, sweat running down his face and stinging his eyes, so he lifts up the loose cotton t-shirt he has on and wipes at his face as he greets Bucky breathlessly.

Bucky’s brain kind of, well, short-circuits, blood rushing out and heading south. His mouth is suddenly dry, ears ringing, and he’s frozen against the kitchen counter, his eyes unconsciously following Sam as he heads toward the fridge and grabs the orange juice, drinking right from the box because otherwise he would be too perfect to be human.

Bucky takes a scalding sip from his coffee cup, burns his tongue and slams the cup down, eyes a little blurry, images of Sam’s extraordinary toned stomach and deliciously muscular arms tauntingly flashing in his mind.

He looks back at Sam, who’s staring at him with a raised eyebrow. At least the t-shirt is covering his stomach again, small mercies. Less of a mercy is the way his shorts are hugging his thighs and ass when he turns to put the juice back in the fridge.

God, Bucky is going to walk into a wall and knock himself out, what the fuck.

“Hey, Buck,” Sam says, and he getting closer, actually looking kind of worried now. “You okay?”

Bucky almost swallows his tongue when Sam’s close enough, because he can smell him now, on top of everything else, and it’s edging on a little too much, even for a super-soldier like himself.

He takes a deep breath (big mistake), tries to say, “yeah, I’m okay,” and ends up saying, “when did you get so muscular?”

Sam blinks, opens his mouth, closes it, then blinks again for good measure.

Bucky’s face burns; he wants to step away from the situation but there’s nowhere to go without pushing Sam out of the way, so he stays where he is, the counter’s edge digging into his back when he leans back into it.

Suddenly, Sam takes a step back and looks down, face twisting like he’s embarrassed about something.

“Remember Colorado?”

Bucky frowns, nods, then says, “yeah,” because Sam’s still not looking at him.

“You jumped out the window—“

“I was thrown out the window.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to be anywhere close to that window at all.”

“It wasn’t my fault that I was thrown out the damn window!”

Sam takes in a frustrated breath. “Anyway, I had to… catch you and I… I almost dropped you, Bucky.”

Bucky frowns again. He doesn’t remember Sam almost dropping him. All he remembers was how one second he was free-falling and the next he had Sam’s arms around him, breaking his fall and carrying him to safety. He remembers how he just knew that Sam would catch him, how he didn’t doubt it for a second.

“Sam?” he asks, because he’s not sure how this has anything to do with Sam’s incredibly fantastic muscles.

Sam sighs. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kinda heavy, especially when I’m trying to catch you midair. So, I, uh. I started working out more, lifting more.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. His knees are a little weak, but that’s no one’s business.

Sam’s working out and lifting more so he could carry/catch Bucky. Bucky’s brain is about to melt right out his ears.

“That’s, hm,” he tries to say anything, because Sam is getting more embarrassed, starting to fidget.

“Look, I know—”

“Really hot.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sighs, pushes aways from the counter and wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, pulls him close.

Sam’s breath hitches. “Oh,” he repeats, and he blinks slowly up at Bucky, his eyes getting steadily darker.

“You,” Bucky says, even as his heart races, because god, Sam’s into this, too, “are going to be the death of me.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something about that, but Bucky just leans in and swallows the words right off his tongue.

They can talk later.

Now, though, Bucky is going to kiss every single one of Sam’s muscles.

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seasononesam · 11 months

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My plans for you, Sammy. You…and all the children like you. (x/x)

#supernatural #spn #spnedit #supernaturaledit #Sam Winchester #Ava Wilson #lily baker #ansem weems #andrew gallagher #andy gallagher #max miller #scott carey #jake talley #*#for the anon who requested sam and the special children <3

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months

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*breaks down your door while huddled in blankets and sobbing* S THE ANGSTY STUCKY THOUGHTS ARE BACK AGAIN.

Oh my GOD, S. Can you imagine how heartbroken Steve would be when Bucky “dies” in TFA? Steve didn’t want to have all this. He came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t exactly soldier material a long time ago. But he wanted to follow Bucky. He’d follow him anywhere. Now he’s gone, and Steve is… he’s fucking lost.

He’s curled up in his shitty army room for days, not listening to the radio, barely eating, not talking to anyone. Just staring at the wall, wishing more than anything that his baby would walk in and hold him like he did when Steve was still small, whispering in his ear that “It’s all gonna be alright, honey. I’m here. I’m not leavin’ my best guy anytime soon.”

But he won’t. And Steve will never see Bucky again, never get to hold him and tell him how much he loves him, and he’ll never get to kiss him or run his fingers through his hair when Bucky’s on the edge of sleep. Steve sobs, clinging onto his pillow and ignoring the knocks at his door.

“Steve, we have to-“ It’s Peggy. She’s the only one that hasn’t gotten the memo that Steve isn’t able to do shit right now. She keeps pushing and pushing, and Steve finally snaps.

He wrenches open the door, finding Peggy rolling her eyes and it makes him crazy. He looks at her with disgust.

“You’ve never lost someone, have you? You’ve never lost someone who your world revolved around, who you would hang the moon and stars for.” He spits. She looks taken aback.

“I- Steven, I get he was your friend but this is wildly inappropriate! You’re acting like your wife died, for Christ’s sake!” She laughs, and Steve barely keeps his cool.

“He wasn’t my friend, Margaret.” She startles at the use of her first name. “He was everything to me. He loved me when nobody else did. Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

He slams the door and crumbles, sobbing on the floor. He wants his Bucky back. He wants the love of his life back. So he does stupid shit. He ignores Peggy when she tells him to turn the plane around, that they’ll find another way. He ignores how much it hurts to find out that he’s not dead, that he has to keep living without Bucky. He ignores Stark trying to tell him that fighting aliens two weeks after coming out of the ice is a terrible idea. He ignores the ache in his side when he runs at dawn, ignores the pain in his chest when Sam asks him if he’s lost someone.

He looks Sam in the eye.

“I did, yeah. My best… my lover.” He can say it now. He won’t get thrown in jail for saying that he loves Bucky Barnes and Bucky Barnes loved him. Sam nods, not saying anything. “His name was Bucky. He… he was the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Sam is surprised, of course he is, but he quickly corrects himself. A hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, man. I’ve been to his grave before. Medal of Honor.” Steve nods, smiling a bit. He’s so proud of his baby.

They end up standing on the grass in silence, facing white marble with a name carved in it. Steve lays down roses. Bucky loved roses.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam spots a man in tactical gear and a suspiciously shiny arm in the trees, seemingly watching them. But he doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t feel right.

“I love you, Buck. I always will.” Steve whispers, desperately hoping that somehow Bucky will hear it. He hopes he never forgets how much Steve loves him.

I 👏🏻 don't 👏🏻 have 👏🏻 words 👏🏻

This makes me want to scream. Particularly this part, though:

"He slams the door and crumbles, sobbing on the floor. He wants his Bucky back. He wants the love of his life back. So he does stupid shit. He ignores Peggy when she tells him to turn the plane around, that they’ll find another way. He ignores how much it hurts to find out that he’s not dead, that he has to keep living without Bucky. He ignores Stark trying to tell him that fighting aliens two weeks after coming out of the ice is a terrible idea. He ignores the ache in his side when he runs at dawn, ignores the pain in his chest when Sam asks him if he’s lost someone."

STEVE. BABY.

Jesus Christ, I always forget how fucking devastating canon is and then when you take the plunge beyond want canon gave us into the implications based on what we did get to see of Steve and Bucky's relationship it's just so much worse.

So, uh, thank you for the pain.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

I'm gonna go walk into the ocean, I guess. See you around 🫡

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oifaaa · 1 year

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tiktok is so funny bc they’ll be like “tim needs to grow up from robin! he needs his own mantle!” and then say that his new alias should be redwing because of red hood and nightwing

Look at least they acknowledge tim needs to grow out of Robin by now but yeah redwing just isn't it

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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Hi Lou. For your celebration could I please request Sam Wilson with friends to lovers trope or A/B/O AU with promts 19 &24🩶

.⋆｡Meant To Be｡⋆.

Alpha!Sam Wilson x omega!reader

Snapshots of a life built together

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, implied smut, pregnancy, non-graphic birth, fluff

WC: 918

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Being the only omega on the Avengers, you were by far the most overprotected omega in the world. No alpha or even beta was good enough for you in their eyes and so you were basically kept in an ivory tower locked away from the world. Yet none of them seemed to realise that there was one eligible alpha who had captured your heart long ago.

Only one person knew about your crush on Sam and that was Natasha. The alpha had caught you staring at the older man one time too many for it to be written off as just a friendly gaze. And every chance she could, she encouraged you to tell him but every time you tired, you just couldn’t get the words out.

So tonight, you were giving it one last shot. Dressed in a tight red dress that clung to you like a second skin, highlighting each and every curve of your body. With your hair perfectly done and heels that made your ass look brilliant, you felt like a goddess as you walked into the party. Pheromones rolled off of you in waves, making everyone turn their heads to watch as you glided through the crowd.

Your omega preened under the attention but still there was one pair of eyes that you were dying to see. And almost like a moment in a movie, there he was. He donned a deep maroon suit, sipping on a glass of whisky as he looked out the huge windows overlooking the city. Suddenly he turned and his eyes grew two sizes.

His scent of pine and leather grew more musky as you approached, his breathing becoming even deeper. You stopped just before him, the tip of your heels barely inches from his black dress shoes. “Hi.” You murmured bashfully.

“Hi.” He responded, seemingly at a loss for words. “You look just, wow. You look beautiful.” Sam finally spit out. Heat raced up your cheeks.

“Thank you, so do you. I mean, you look handsome.” Carefully, he placed his glass to the side, truly not caring about the alcohol anymore, before he offered a hand to you.

“Would you like to dance?” You took it, cradling his large palm in a gentle grip.

“I would love to.”

Sam stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, a good distance from you. He looked almost pained as he struggled to keep a level head. You were squirming on the kitchen stool he had forced you onto, the onset of your heat coming quickly but there was a serious discussion to be had first.

“I want to mark you.”

“I want that too.” You agreed immediately, another wave of slick soaking your already destroyed panties. Sam took in a deep breath through his mouth.

“And- I want a family with you.” You froze and then moaned loudly. Quickly, you slipped from the chair and grabbed your soon-to-be alpha by the collar of his shirt and tugged him down for an almost painful kiss. Tentatively, he held your thick waist, pulling your soft body closer to him. You growled against his lips, needing more.

But he pulled away, albeit reluctantly. “I need you to give me your consent or else we can’t spend your heat together.” He said firmly, looking into your lust-blown eyes.

“Yes! Yes! I want your pups! I want your mark! Just please, I need you inside of me right now.” And with that, his iron resolve shattered. He held you as tight as he could and pressed you back against the counter, fitting his slim hips between your plump thighs and rutted into your clothed heat.

“My omega, my fucking omega.” He snarled.

“‘M all yours.”

“Fuck you Wilson!” You screamed in agony, gripping onto the rails attached to your bedside as you bared down.

Sam paid no mind to your words, instead wiping away the sweat that had collected along your brow with a damp cloth. “I know ‘mega but you’re doing so good. Only a little bit more to go now.” You slumped back against the many pillows behind you as the contraction passed, finally able to catch your breath.

“You are never getting laid again.” You groaned and let your eyelids flutter shut, exhaustion quickly overtaking you. Yet Sam just chuckled and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“That’s what you said the first two times but here we are yet again.” You just glared at your husband.

“Okay Mrs Wilson! Let’s see if you’re ready to push.” The beta doctor disappeared between your raised legs before reappearing once more. “You’re at 10 centimetres, it’s time.”

Quickly, Sam took your hand into his own, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You nodded at the doctor, feeling another contraction begin. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” Pain ripped through you like nothing else and you pushed.

The sun had begun to set over the farm property. All the kids were either at a friend’s house or still at school (your eldest had started college only 6 months ago) so for the first time since Sam had claimed you, the house was quiet.

You sighed and relaxed into the alpha’s open arms. His scent was milder now, not as powerful as it was in his prime but you still loved it all the same. You could feel him smile against the crown of your head before he laid a kiss there.

“I love you ‘mega.”

“I love you alpha.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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After everyones request is it ok to ask for sam willson pls

Fluffy sam request with him and reader chilling at movie night and them cuddling in a shared blanket please

hello honey! I'm so sorry for taking so long, and I hope you enjoy it! also, thank you to @lokiandbuckysdoll for supporting me on kofi!

summary - your partner comes home, and you two best relax by watching a movie together.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Yay! Movie night!” Sam shimmies, holding a handful of snacks, and heads over to you. You smile as you watch him place the snacks on the coffee table and open your arms for him to crawl into them. Sam lifts the blankets, getting under them and snuggling into you. He sighs as your arms wrap around him, and you press play on the horror movie. “I’ve missed you so much, baby. This is the best way to unwind. You, me, some snacks and a movie, perfection.” He kisses his fingers, grinning as you giggle at his words before he reaches over and grabs some of the chocolate sitting there, handing you a few blocks while eating some for himself.

You rest your head against his shoulder, squeezing your arms around him tightly as you’ve missed having him close to you. “I’ve missed you too, Sam. You tend to light everything up with your presence.” You turn your head, kissing his cheek softly, loving how warm he is. You tend to run cold, but you become so much more warmer when he's around. “I love you so much.”

The two of you watch the movie, laughing and commenting on the scenes and how stupid the people can be. You continue to eat the snacks and cuddle with your partner, enjoying having him in your company after being away from each other for so long. As the credits roll, Sam rolls over and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your chest and pulling you close to him. “I’ve missed this.” He looks up at you with a soft look, his eyes memorising your face. “I’ve missed you, everything about you.” Sam lifts his hand, stroking your cheek, and your breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as his touch brings comfort.

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Having open relationship with Steve. Just imagine him having Sam over to have movie night and he just turns to Sam and says “you wanna see something more interesting” skip to you being bent over the bed by Sam him ramming into you his thick cock making you feel so full and dumb while Steve sits in the corner jerking off to the sight of his best friend making you dumb on his cock. Sam choking you from behind saying “fuck mamas just like that take it, fucking take it you dumb slut, fuck Steve you have such a good girl she’s taking daddy’s dick so good”

I don't even know what to tell you bestie. I'm so fucking into this. So so into this. So painfully into this. This is so hot. Oh fuck.

Like the thought of Steve watching how Sam looks at you and noticing just how badly Sam wants you. Maybe it almost surprises Steve how much it turns him on? He can't stop thinking about it while the movie is playing. You're snuggled up to Steve, his fingers purposefully stroking your thigh just below the hem of your shorts, taking note of how Sam's eyes are glued to your bare skin, rather than the screen.

"You wanna touch her, Sam?" Steve smirks after a while. He doesn't need to look at Sam to know he's shifting uncomfortably, half hard and trying to hide it. "I wouldn't blame you. You wouldn't believe how good she feels until you've felt it for yourself." Sam's shifting again, just getting harder because he can't really believe Steve is saying all this.

"Why don't you ask your girl if she's into it first." Sam's voice is still so confident, tearing his eyes from your bare legs, up to meet your eyes. There's no pressure or anything, just a need to ensure this is what you truly want and in all honesty, he thinks Steve is just bluffing.

"God yes." You breathe, almost a little too fast and it makes Steve smirk again, kissing your forehead gently.

"Go on, baby. Make Sam feel welcome."

Getting naked is a bit of a blur, it happens so fast. Sam kisses so differently to Steve in the best kind of way. Where Steve is gentle and teasing, Sam is all fire and passion. The kind that comes from fantasising about this exact moment for far too long.

"I don't know mama, it's gonna be a tight fit." Sam groans, three fingers stretching you out, determined to make himself fit inside you.

"Oh she's tight but she takes it so fuckin' well. You wouldn't believe how full you can stuff that pretty pussy." Steve grunts, fisting his cock and paying special attention to the tip, just like you usually do.

"Guess we'll test that then huh? You think you can make daddy fit?" Sam's relentless, resting his three slick fingers on your lips to let you suck on them as he ruts his thick length against your soaked core.

"Make it fit, daddy." You beg and the gasp you hear from Steve is just beautiful. Fuck, he's getting off on this and you love it.

"Mhm fuck, you're filthy. Want you looking at Steve. Want him to see the look in your eyes when you choke this fat cock. He's gonna watch you cumming for daddy, over and over." He flips you on your front, positioning you on your hands and knees. Sliding into you takes patience, despite how he worked you up to take him and each inch leaves you more blissed out than the last.

"Little slut looks like she could cum already." Steve mocks, his dick throbbing uncontrollably because both you and Sam look too far gone.

Within a few minutes of slower thrusts, Sam's able to build up speed, your body adjusting to the stretch. Each thrust lands just right, nailing your sweet spot in a way that leaves you clawing at the sheets, groaning obscenities.

You fell forward a little somehow, your ass in the air, jiggling with each powerful thrust and the way you're looking at Steve lets him know you're not far off begging.

"She needs to cum, Sam." Steve says it so matter of fact, it almost makes you shiver.

"Is that right? You too dumb to tell me that yourself, mama? Thought you were taking it well but you're gonna cum already? So wet and creamy, can't even imagine what you'll be like when you cum for daddy." He pulls you up, your body flush with his, your back to his chest and holds you there with a hand around your throat. His free hand is between your legs, rubbing your clit but both of you are totally focused on Steve.

"Go on baby, cum like a slut for me. Cum on daddy's dick. Know you need to. Let your man watch how you gush for me." He doesn't stop pounding into you, never missing a stroke and it's all too much. You feel your body throbbing, tightening and squeezing his length. Your eyes are glued to Steve as he cums, thick ropes of release spurting from his tip but knowing Steve that won't be enough. He has a long night of watching ahead of him.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sam wilson smut #sam wilson x reader #sam x Steve x reader #sam x Steve x reader smut #loooooook #I know #I know this is filth #I can't defend myself #I absolutely love stuff like this #this kinda thing is right up my street #and with Steve??#who I usually imagine as a lil subby golden boy??#there would be something so hot in degrading him while Sam rails you #but yeah my head can't process a thought that beautiful tonight

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wenellyb · 11 months

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One of the article that describes Sambucky interaction on set of Infinity War. They have the whole scene where the Avengers arrives in Wakanda. comingsoon*net/movies/features /929805-comingsoon-net-visits-the-set-of-avengers-infinity-war

Hi Anon!!!

Thank you for the link! I still wish we had seen this scene play out on screen!

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #avengers infinity war #anon asks #sambucky

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Cw0VbknNwT0/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Wow, they really said all this about me and my book! That’s so cool of them!…even Doc Strange.

I’m Scott Lang, and I approve this message.

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #anon asks #instagram #scott’s book #look out for the little guy #clint barton #bruce banner #sam wilson #doctor strange #whih #ant man #antman

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bisamwilson · 2 years

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Hello again !!! It's your friendly Sam Wilson Anon 😁😁😁

I am still floating on cloud 9 from SDCC, where we got a title for Captain America: New World Order but also a date👏👏👏👏. I keep seeing people say that Sam no longer has a team, but that isn't true.

SO........

(In Anthony Mackie's Voice) Sam Wilson fans ASSEMBLE !!!!!!

Who would you add to Captain Sam Wilson America new Avengers team ?

Here is my list:

Sam and Monica as Co-Captains (it happened in the comics and i want to see it happen in the MCU)

Bucky Barnes- White Winter Soldier Wolf (i don't think the MCU knows which one to call him yet)

Joaquin Torres- Falcon

Shang-Chi

Wanda- Scarlet Witch

Black Panter (after the trailer, it seems that we are getting a new Black Panther)

Jennifer Walters- She-Hulk

Matt Murdock- Daredevil

Have fun with this and let's assemble the best team for our Cap !!!

hello sam anon!!!!!! thanks for the ask <3

monica would be great!!! and anthony mackie and teyonah parris have worked together before so i'm sure there'd be lots of chemistry there too :)

i'd also LOVE to see misty knight on his team, though i haven't seen any of the netflix shows she features in in the mcu, they're just so great in the comics <3

torres for SURE. i am SO looking forward to seeing danny ramirez with those wings!!!

i love the sam and rhodey friendship/dynamic, so i'd love to see rhodey there too. their friendship is just so wonderful, and then we also get the history there from when they were on the avengers together/they're both seasoned veterans in the field at this point

i'd love to see sam interacting with wong! i just think they'd get along really well tbh, and having a sorcerer on the team could be useful!

shang-chi and jennifer walters would also be top tier choices, as well as the new black panther, whoever that might be!

and while i don't necessarily want the kids to be on sam's team per se, i would LOVE to see sam interact with and maybe help mentor the young avengers (kate, kamala, america, eli, etc etc etc). the cruise ship clip with sam and kamala was just SO cute

note i haven't addressed bucky yet. i'd love for bucky to be on the team bc i love him and i love him and sam together, but honestly? i'm worried about fans taking sam's spotlight and putting it on bucky instead :/ so my jury is still out on whether i want bucky on that team or not tbh

#i love matt as well but i think he works better as a hell's kitchen exclusive tbh #there's also moon knight but let him rest #layla would kick ASS as an avenger tho #thanks for the ask!!!#sam wilson anon #anonymous #ask #marvel #sam wilson

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Midnight Rain

“I broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain…”

Request from ao3- "ok but imagine a grumpy/sunshine fic with sam but the reader is the grumpy one 🤷" For one of my fave readers, @/badasswithafatass I hope you enjoy! 💛

Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist Anon's 1K Celebration

“You know, for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking dense," Bucky mutters, taking another swig of his beer.

“Aw… you think I’m smart?” Sam sarcastically awes from the bar stool beside Bucky.

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Do you honestly think she had any real interest in me?”

Bucky doesn't miss the tick in Sam's jaw at the mention of you. Months had passed since the last time Sam saw you, and he wasn’t too keen on remembering that dreaded last night. Just the memory of you leaning over the bar counter, hand resting on Bucky’s chest, whispering something in Bucky's ear, was enough to make Sam's stomach twist into a knot.

Even before that night, he could tell that you were pulling away from him, but there it was, that night, the final nail in the coffin. That was the last time he’d seen or heard from you. You walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye.

Sam rolls his shoulders back, his mouth twisting in distaste, “Sure seemed like it to me.”

“See? Dense,” Bucky declares, tipping his beer in Sam's direction.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How does any of that make me dense?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are you going to keep insulting me or are you going to actually explain?”

“Sam, she’s a spy, an assassin," Bucky explains like it should be obvious. "She knew you were standing there. She knew you were watching.”

"So maybe she wanted to make a point. It’s not like she was one for talking or communicating, maybe that was her way of letting me know how she actually felt. Trust me, I got the message loud and clear. That doesn’t make me dense."

"Sam..." Bucky takes a long breath. "We're a lot alike, me and her. And people like us, we cut and run, it's what we do. We don't wait for things to go bad, we live with the expectation that things will always go bad."

Sam tosses the rest of his whiskey back, flagging down the bartender for another one. "That's a depressing way to live."

“It keeps us alive.”

“We weren’t on a battlefield!" Sam spits through gritted teeth. "We were done with the fight, remember? We won, for Christ’s sake!”

“And where did that leave her, Sam? With a conditional pardon? People watching us 24/7?”

“With me!” Sam snaps, slamming his glass down on the bar. “It left her with me. We were good, Bucky! We were happy together. At least, I thought we were happy together. I even- I told her that after everything, that I would take her back home, meet my family, maybe settle down a little.”

"And while you're thinking about taking her home to meet your family, she's probably thinking how a family like yours is going to react to you bringing an actual assassin home."

"I... didn't think about it like that,” Sam confesses, faltering for a moment. He shakes his head. No. He refuses to accept that. It didn't excuse that he'd found you flirting with his best friend. It didn't change that you told him he meant nothing to you. “Because I don't think about her like that. And you know what? She could've talked to me, she could've told me she felt like that, Bucky, but she didn't."

"Sam, can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I don't think you two will ever work."

"That's a shitty thing to say to me," Sam spits.

"I don't," Bucky admits with a languid shrug. "Honest truth, I don't see it."

"You don't have to see it, I do,” Sam firmly states. “I see it working out."

Bucky claps a hand on Sam's shoulder with a tight lipped smile, "That's my point, Sam. That's the difference between you and us. You, you live for the hope of it all. She doesn't know how to do that. I don't know how to do that. We're broken, haunted people, Sam. We hurt people that get too close."

"You're wrong."

"Why else-"

"Because she was bored!" Sam angrily shouts, not caring at the stares his outburst brings. "She only wanted me because I was there."

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“Yes. I do believe that,” Sam hisses. “Unlike you guys, I believe the words that come out of people’s mouth. She was bored... She was bored and I was there.”

Bucky takes a long pull from his beer, rising from his seat with a defeated sigh. He turns to Sam to offer one last piece of insight, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t go on the run with someone for two years because I was bored. Not unless I really gave a shit about them. Not unless I loved them, like really loved them.”

"Do you mean that?" Sam asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I mean that."

3 Years Earlier - Somewhere in Scotland

“Just let me do the talking, okay?”

Sam raises up his hands, “No arguments from me.”

The doorknob rattles for a moment, opening just enough for you to stand before them. You look at them and immediately try to snap the door shut, “No.”

Nat extends out her hand to stop the door from swinging shut. “Just hear us-“

“No.”

"You don't even know why we're here," Nat argues. “It’s important. Please.”

You relent, allowing the door to fling open. Standing tall in the doorway, your eyes rake over each of them, “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov or whatever name you’re going by now, and Sam Wilson, all in the flesh, all the most wanted fugitives on Earth. So I don’t care how important it is, my answer is no.”

Sam’s eyes comically widen, his voice taking a slightly bewildered, high pitched tone, “How did - Do you happen to know the names of all strangers that show up at your door?”

Your eyes dart over to Sam with a grimace, “Strangers that show up at my door end up dead. Consider yourself lucky.”

“I want you to know I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” Sam quips, placing his hand over his heart.

“Don’t worry, Sam," Natasha smirks over her shoulder. "She’s more bark than bite. And this is me calling in a favor.”

Your eyes narrow at Natasha, "Which favor?"

"Budapest."

Your mouth narrows into a thin line as you glare at her. You hated that favor.

You look back at the three of them. Even dressed in street clothes they all stuck out like sore thumbs. They’re all disheveled, clearly exhausted, and you did owe Natasha. You convince yourself that there is no good in this deed, it’s just a repayment. Even as your eyes linger back to Sam for a second too long. You tell yourself you don't care what happens to any of them. It's just paying a debt. “Fine. Just keep me out of it.”

Natasha nods, offering a small grateful smile, “Thank you.”

You turn on your heels without another word, striding down to your room. You slam your bedroom door shut, leaving the others on their own.

“It was nice meeting you,” Sam calls after you.

You don’t bother to reply.

After a few hours, the sun sets and your safe house returns back to its normal quiet state except for the soft snores of Steve Rogers in your spare bedroom. You’re certain that they’ve all gone off to get some rest. That is, everyone, except Sam Wilson.

“Have a good nap?” Sam greets you, sitting on the small couch in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes snap over to Sam, lightly scoffing, “Actually, I was avoiding you.”

Your brutal honestly doesn’t phase Sam. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he playfully tugs on the collar of his t-shirt, “I tend to have that effect on the ladies… That sounded better in my head.”

“For you and me both,” you quip.

“You know, you’re kind of a jackass.”

“I know. Thanks.” That's the only conversation you plan on having with Sam Wilson. You continue walking to the kitchen without saying anything else.

"So how long have you and Nat been friends?" Sam asks, trailing you as you walk to your kitchen, clearly not taking the hint that you don't want to talk to him.

You scoff over your shoulder, "Who said we were friends?"

"So you're not friends? Because the whole letting us hide out here, housing us, letting us eat your food, not turning us in, sorta gave me a different idea."

"We're not friends."

In truth, your relationship to Natasha was much more complex than that. At one point, you were like sisters. In the Red Room, she was all you had. Your only friend. Your confidante. And still, you could never quite live up to her, always second to her. You knew all her secrets, all the blood spilt, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew all of yours.

The night before your graduation, you ran. As far away and as quickly as your legs could carry you.

You were never quite sure if it was irony or simply Dreykov’s own cruelty, but she was the one tasked to find you and collect you. You never stood much of a chance against the person that spent almost two decades besting you. She found you in Budapest. It would’ve taken a single shot. And still, it never came.

But you weren’t going to tell that to Sam.

"You're not friends?”

"No."

After that, your paths crossed only once in a blue moon. Once Natasha left Dreykov, she never sought you out. And you didn’t bother to either. You weren’t friends. You weren’t enemies. She was the sister that became little more than a stranger.

"Do you help all your not friends run from the law?"

"Natalia and I have an agreement of ... mutually assured destruction."

"Mutually assured destruction?" he dubiously repeats, quirking an eyebrow. "...So best friends."

In spite of your best efforts, your outwardly stoic expression gives way as a chuckle bubbles out of your mouth.

"Did anyone see that?” Sam proudly announces to the empty house. “I want it on the record that I made a Black Widow laugh!"

"Don't push it," you warn, though the hint of a smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth dampens the threatening undertone of your words.

"You've got a nice smile," Sam compliments.

You wipe the smile off your face, but there's nothing you can do to tame the slight blush creeping up your face, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Fuck off."

That's how it went between you and him. Push and pull.

Their time at your safe house in Scotland was short lived. No more than a few weeks. And even in those few short weeks, he saw it, saw the good that you desperately tried to keep hidden. Even then he knew, he knew you cared so much more than you would ever let on. Cooped up in your little cottage, he found that behind your barbed words and tough exterior, was a person that he really liked. You didn't let him see very much of it. Most of the time, it was in little slip ups, little cracks in your armor, but he saw it. He swore he did.

Sam ambles alone through the streets of New York, the pavement is still damp from the midnight rain, the noisy cityscape is the only thing keeping Sam from fixating on the endless loop of memories playing in his head.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you anymore. He did. All the time.

He thinks about how good it used to be. How even on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, it was good. He'd like to think you were as happy as he was.

In truth, he wasn't sure how or when it happened. You weren't very nice to him - to any of them really. You kept them at arm's length. He had to earn every glimpse of the person behind the armor. He had to earn every smile, every laugh, but he found each one was worth it. To him, you were worth it. You were worth all of it.

And when that time came, when that safe house wasn't safe anymore, you stayed by his side, you became his home.

You simply walked up to the breakfast table and announced that it wasn't safe to stay much longer. "You have to leave."

"What?"

"We've been here too long. People in town are beginning to talk."

Natasha didn't miss a beat. "How long?"

"Tonight."

Sam watches the interaction closely. You refuse to look at him. For a moment, Natasha's eyes look at you, imploring. She utters a quiet question in Russian.

You don't respond, only shaking your head once.

"I understand." She softly inhales, her shoulders slumping slightly, "Thank you."

You nod, turning on your heels and heading to your room. You didn't expect Sam to follow after you.

There's some part of you that's unsettled by how easily Sam fits into your life. You don't like how he speaks to you like you're friends. You don't like that there's a part of you that would love to know what being in Sam's life would feel like. And you most certainly don't like that Sam has no problem questioning you. Prying into your life. He won't like what he finds. He'll run the moment he sees the number of skeletons in your closet. No, you don't like that at all.

And you definitely don't like that he feels comfortable enough to follow you back to your bedroom. He wedges himself into your doorway, leaning against the wall, "So what about you?"

You don't turn to look at him as you pack your duffle bag, "What about me?"

"Where you gonna go?"

"I have other places."

"By yourself?"

"Typically."

"Why don't you stay with us?"

You pretend like you're surprised by the offer. As though Natasha didn't offer the same thing two minutes ago. You just didn't expect Sam's kindness to extend past his need for your safe house. "What?"

He takes a step off the wall. Even turned away from him, you can practically hear the grin he wears in his words. "We could always use the help. You seem like kind of a pro at being a fugitive."

"I don't think your team would appreciate my presence."

"I would. I want you to come." Sam turns back at the doorframe. He pauses for a moment, looking back at you. "You should come with us."

You never told him why you ended up joining them. It was the one question he couldn't ever get a straight answer for.

He couldn't really remember how or when you ended up in his bed - or more accurately, when he ended up in your bed.

All he knew was that for two years, you were his sanctuary. Each and every night. He held you. Kissed away your fears. You allowed him to see parts of you that you buried long ago.

It made the moment you walked away hurt even more.

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing here. He's pacing through the streets of New York in the middle of the night. It won't bring you back. It won't change what happened. You still left him.

It was easier believing that you left him because you didn't love him.

The other option hurts. It hurts too much. His heart almost shatters at the though of you leaving him because you didn't see it working out, because you thought you would hurt him.

That's the worst part - he believes Bucky. He believes that no one, not even someone as prone to finding trouble as you are, would ever go on the run with someone for the hell of it. Not unless you cared. Not unless you loved him.

He should've seen it. The panic in your eyes when he suggested going back to Louisiana. The pain when you lost Natasha, the last person you considered family.

It eats at him. He didn't even try. Not really. Yeah, you walked away, but he could've gone after you. He could've believed in the love he knew you shared.

He reaches for his phone, tucking into the crook of his neck as he hails a cab, and calls the one person that could possibly help him, "I need your help. Can you find someone for me?"

1 Year Earlier - Somewhere in Eastern Europe

“Stop watching me sleep.”

Sam kisses your bare shoulder, resting his chin on your arm, “It’s the only time you’re not frowning. Except when you’re with me, of course.”

You sleepily sigh, trying to suppress the smile that Sam so effortlessly puts on your face. You halfheartedly push him away, rolling further away from him, “I’m going back to sleep.”

Sam’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, “No, come back.”

“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get the rest while we can.”

“I miss you,” Sam whines.

“I’m right here.”

“But we’re always talking about work, about the world ending, I just - I just want a minute, just me and you.”

You finally turn around to face him with a cheeky grin, “You had me to yourself all night, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

You settle against him, resting your head on his chest, “So why couldn’t you sleep?”

He smiles down at you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I was thinking.”

“About?” you urge.

“What comes next. After the fight, after everything, about going home, finally seeing my family again. My sister would love you. I can't wait to introduce you."

Your smile slips from your face. "What?"

"I mean, I know we're on the run and everything, but I'm still holding onto hope," Sam confesses. "You'd love Louisiana."

A sinking feeling overtakes you. Those survival instincts you've spent your entire life cultivating bubble up. You could see Sam's family picture where he left it on the dresser. His picture perfect, shiny family.

That wasn't you. Not even in your wildest dreams could that be you. The closest thing you had to a family was the Black Widow sitting in the other room cleaning her knives. You weren't meant for domesticity. You weren't built for the happy ending that Sam deserved. The happy ending he wanted.

Sure, he loved you now, but would he love you when his family looks at you with disdain? Would he love you when Sarah refuses to let you anywhere near his nephews?

Or even worse, what if he did? What if he loved you through it all and you broke him in return? What if he loved you and he lost everything else because of it?

You could tell Sam. Right here and now. Tell him that you weren't built for that life. He would listen. He would hear you. Like all of your other scars and imperfections, Sam would take it in stride. You knew he would.

But could you really do that to him? Doom him to a life tethered to someone so tainted.

He was perfect. In every conceivable way. He was Sunshine. And though you'd done unspeakable things, there would be nothing quite as vile as dragging him down to the dim, murky depths of the wasteland you called home.

He deserved more. More than you would ever be.

6 Months Ago - A Bar in New York City

"You don't have to do this."

You bitterly chuckle. It was too late. You'd made up your mind. You gave yourself until the war against Thanos was won. You gave yourself that time to say your silent goodbyes, to memorize the one and only love you would ever allow yourself to have. You were selfish in that way.

Now was the time to save Sam while you still could, to finally set him free. Even if you had to break his heart to do it. You rest your hand on Bucky's chest, the furthest you could allow yourself to go without making your stomach turn. "Do what?"

Bucky's jaw ticks, "He's a good man."

"I know." It's the only time your voice reveals even an ounce of your pain. Your eyes flicker to over Bucky's shoulder. It's too late. Sam stands a few feet from you, watching you with anguish in his eyes. For good measure, you lean in closer, whispering in Bucky's ear, "But I never did well with sunshine."

"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam demands.

You roll your eyes and snort, "If we have to."

"We do."

Sam doesn't waste a single moment. The second you step outside, he points back to the bar, "What the hell was that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me? I saw you. You were all over him. He's my friend!"

"I was just having a little fun, Sam."

"A little fun?" Sam scoffs. "Are you kidding me?"

You don't allow a single ounce of remorse to show. You don't allow him to see the regret. Your face is purposely blank, cold and uncaring. You were good at this part. You were good at hurting people. It's exactly why you have to let him go. "I don't see what the big deal is, Sam."

"You don't see what the big deal is?" Sam's voice wavers. "You were just coming onto my friend! What about us?"

"What about us?" you scoff. "I was bored, Sam, we had our fun but it's done now. We're not on the run anymore. It's not a big deal."

"Just like that, we're just done?"

"You were there, Sam," you lie through your teeth. Acid churns in your stomach, rising up through your esophagus and coating your every word. "There's nothing more to it, nothing more to us."

You'd done a lot of bad things in your life, but nothing made you feel quite as wretched as watching Sam's heart shatter before you. It was better this way. He didn't know it, but it was for the best. You couldn't ruin his life anymore. You couldn't hurt him if you walked away right now. Those were the last words you ever said to him.

He did it. He couldn't believe it. He'd found you. There you were, standing out on a rooftop, out in the pouring midnight rain. He almost laughs because of course you wouldn't even realize how theatrical this whole scene was. "Do you realize how dramatic it is to be standing out in the pouring rain all by yourself? And without an umbrella?"

"I'm working, Sam."

"Shooting your next romantic comedy? Is this the breakup scene?"

You don't even turn to look at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Sam.”

Sam scoffs, “That’s all you have to say? That I shouldn’t be here?”

“Go home, Sam," you demand. "I don’t want you here.”

“You’re such a jackass, you know that?”

It pisses him off that you still refuse to even look at him. If you were going to break his heart all over again, the least you could do was look him in the eye. You speak through clenched teeth, "I know."

He storms around, planting himself in front of you, forcing you to look at him. "No, I mean that, I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You're such an asshole. You're one of the most difficult, abrasive, cold, and selfish people I've ever met."

You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You look just past him, mustering every ounce of your training to stay stone faced, "I know."

"Do you know how hard it was to find you?"

"I didn't ask you to come here," you spit at him. "I didn't want you to come looking for me. You knew that."

"And you're a liar!" Sam exclaims, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest. "A damned good one, too."

"I never lied to you about who or what I was."

"But you did lie, didn't you? You've lied to me before."

“Yes, I have," you softly admit. You catch yourself, reminding yourself of why you're being so harsh with Sam. You force yourself to speak with that venomous tone you know all too well, "Many times, so if you’re done insulting me, I have to go.”

"God, you're so selfish, and- and you're mean! You brood way too much. You're so fucking angsty all the time. You act like the tortured character in every shitty teen movie every made. You're inconsiderate. You don't listen. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. And sometimes - sometimes, I want to hate you so much."

It takes everything in you to sound as unaffected as you do. You quirk an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Is that why you came here? Because you're upset?"

"Upset?" Sam incredulously repeats, taking a step toward you. He's still several feet away from you, still far out of your reach, "No, I'm not upset. I was upset six months ago. Now, I'm angry. I'm pissed off - with you. I have never been so mad at another human being in my entire life."

"I didn't do anything to you. You knew who I was - who I am."

"You think that's why I'm pissed? I'm pissed because you made me like you. I'm pissed that you made me fall so hopelessly in love with you."

For the first time in six months, your eyes find his. His warm eyes, the ones that grounded you through storms of midnight rain. He'd never said he loved you before - there's no taking that back. You suck in a breath, "Sam."

"I'm pissed because I believed you when you said you were bored. But mostly, I'm pissed that I let you go, that I let you walk away without fighting for you."

You try to warn him, beg him to stop before he says something that'll make it too hard to walk away from him. "Sam."

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your voice wavers as you beg him, "Don't do this, Sam."

"I'm in love with you," Sam announces again to his audience of one. "And I know you don't think you're good for me. And I know that it won't be easy, but I am. I am in love with you. Every part of you. Especially the parts you don't like. I like that you're mean, I like that you're tougher than any other person I've ever met, I like that you're grumpy. I like that you don't see how dramatic it is to stand in the pouring rain all by yourself! I love you. I love all of you."

"Sam..." His name leaves your mouth in a whisper. It's too late. You're not strong enough to survive walking away from him. He's doomed himself.

He takes a step closer to you. "And maybe it wasn't real... but I think it was. I think you feel the same." And then another step. And yet another. Until you're face to face, close enough that you could reach out and touch him for the first time in months. The rain beats down on the two of you. The dampness on your cheeks has nothing to do with the rain. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave. Tell me and I won't bother you again, I promise."

You can't. You can't bring yourself to say any of it. "Sam, it'll never work for us. You have to know that."

"We're not at war anymore." His hand skates across your cheek. "We don't have to hide. We don't have to run."

"I'm not - I'm not good, Sam." And you are, you want to say.

“No, no, you’re not good. You’re great. You’re amazing. And it’s a damn shame you haven’t stepped into the daylight long enough to see how incredible you are.”

You jerk your face away from his hand, “And what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I can’t be what you want?”

“What do you know about what I want?”

“You want a bride. You want someone to bring home to your family - that’s not me, Sam. I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”

“I want you." Sam takes your face in between both hands, begging you to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you in whatever way you’ll have me.”

“I’m not worth it," you softly exhale. "You have to know that I’m not worth the trouble and the heartache I’ll put you through.”

“Break my heart," Sam offers without hesitation. "Do it over and over again. Do it for the rest of our lives. It’s all yours. You’re worth it.”

“Sam…” You didn’t have any other defense. He’d broken down each and every argument you spent years cultivating. You didn’t know where to go from here.

“Do you love me?” Your lips press into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling. The rain slows to a halt. His thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. “Do you love me?”

“I love you.” You don't think you've ever said those words before. You don't think you've ever seen the daylight until you saw him. It'll take time for your eyes to adjust, but he's worth it. "I love you so much it hurts, so much that I let you go."

“You don't have to let me go anymore. We'll figure the rest out together."

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