indie low-activity sam wilson written by crow, he/him, 22. sideblog to blossomfell
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theresastargirl:
Ophelia expected him to be busy, now that he was officially the new Captain America. She was lucky enough to get the chance to just snag a moment with Sam without the world needing him. She nods as he checks his phone, figuring that he’d be called away now for something much more important than catching up. Though the topic change definitely had her excited. “Christine? Yeah, I remember her. And the VA’s covering it? That’s pretty impressive!” She was glad to see the VA step up and help those more. Now that things seemed relatively calm, all things considered, Ophelia was grateful that those who really needed the help were getting it.
“Yeah, I do. Riley, mainly it seems. We chat a bit actually.” She can’t help but smile at the mention of their common friend. “Maybe they can pay for him to get some good gear too if they’re opting to pay for hormones now.” She shrugs, thinking about it a moment. “Jane and I chat sometimes. Grab coffee and she’ll bring her kid along. He’s a cutie. And then Marcus, we’ll hang out if we’re both alone on the weekends.” She knew all these people because of Sam, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. “I still go, you know? To the meetings? Different group, members in and out and all, but it’s really helped. Nightmares are few and far between now. Can’t thank you enough for making me stick with this.”
Formerly - relatively, at least - insignificant interactions now held a certain level of nostalgia, of how things were before, well... Everything. It was nice to know that something he’d taken such passion in, people he cared about, were still thriving without his intervention. His smile is bright, sunshine-y, effort blatantly made to stop himself from asking how everyone’s doing. “VA’s a bit too tight-fisted to hook him up with a robo-leg, unless he’s plannin’ on being Captain Air Force, or some stupid shit like that,” he could imagine Riley’s reaction already...
“Nah, I’m glad you still go. I’m glad it still helps,” he’d soured just a bit on counselling since thanks to his encounter with Bucky’s therapist, but group sessions would always occupy a soft spot in his heart; completely amateur affairs, there was no uncomfortable clinical setting. “I thought you looked a little more awake-” he teases, head quirking as he puts his phone down again, folds his arms across his chest. “Though I guess that might’ve been ‘cause you were getting coffee with Captain America. Big moment, y’know? Massive honour. People’d kill to sit where you are right now.” A moment’s pause to let the sarcasm hang, “Way, way happier that it’s a friend, that it’s you, though, I can’t lie.”
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is there anything sexier than cap!sam? i think not
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𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 - 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 . ( words for those whose affections belong to the early mornings. some nsfw implications are present . )
❛ name one reason we should get out of this bed . ❜ ❛ i’m gonna go shower … you wanna join ? ❜ ❛ please … you don’t have to go . i don’t want you to go . ❜ ❛ i’ve never felt like this before . is that crazy ? ❜ ❛ what are your plans for the day , & how cancel-able are they ? ❜ ❛ grab me something to drink while you’re up ? ❜ ❛ how did you sleep ? ❜ ❛ no , nooo - come back to bed . ❜ ❛ wanna help me choose something to wear ? ❜ ❛ i wish the sun would just go back down . ❜ ❛ don’t pretend like you’re asleep . ❜ ❛ i think i can convince you to stay … ❜ ❛ i can feel your heart beating . ❜ ❛ shit , did someone just knock on the door ? ❜ ❛ would it be alright if i borrowed this ? i can’t find my shirt . ❜ ❛ it’s not morning yet . ❜ ❛ stop hogging all the blankets ! ❜ ❛ all these marks - i look like a crime scene . ❜ ❛ well , hello there . good morning . ❜ ❛ how about i heat up the leftovers in the fridge ? ❜ ❛ can you check what the weather’s like today ? ❜ ❛ just one more kiss - ❜ ❛ i think you had a nightmare … you seemed upset . ❜ ❛ i can’t find my [ clothing item ] - have you seen [ it / them ] ? ❜ ❛ i think i’ve fallen a little bit more in love with you . ❜ ❛ someone needs to get up & close the curtains . ❜ ❛ hold me & never let me go . ❜ ❛ is … that my shirt that you’re wearing ? ❜ ❛ it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today . ❜
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make it stop (september’s children) - rise against
Ping. The telltale sound of a notification - one of, doubtless, hundreds - that is going unread by Sam, his phone face-down on the table in front of him, expression only briefly faltering as he does his damnedest to focus on what Ophelia’s saying.
Ping. There it goes again, apologetic gaze taking the place of concentration. “Sorry... I’ve usually got it on silent, but sometimes-” sometimes texts from old counselling group members were more important than anything else. He picks up his phone, smiles softly, “You remember Christine from the VA group, right? Started hormones recently, said she even got the VA to pay for ‘em.” Far more captivating news than the countless social media notifications and missed calls that his new mantle had brought with it. “You keep in touch with anyone from that old group?”
@theresastargirl liked the starter call
#// the queer vibes go brrr so phee and sam get cute bonding sessions#threads. fly higher; fight harder#theresastargirl
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pineapple boy - authentic pines
“This night’s not going the way that I planned it...” he should’ve known by now that plans only got one so far. The smile he’s tried to muffle against his chest suggests that he feels a touch foolish for even trying to plan this out. “With any luck it hasn’t made it a complete dud, though, right? I haven’t completely screwed this up?”
@deadgcrl liked the starter call
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short starter call? probably lyric-based? why yes, that’s precisely what this is.
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sam wilson in captain america: civil war
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Altered Carbon | 2x02 - “Payment Deferred”
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welcome to yet another crow blog, let’s all thank sam wilson for owning my entire heart and dragging me back to the marvel fandom.
as far as rules go, there aren’t many: - i’m not mutuals only, so don’t feel any obligation to follow me even if you want to write - if you follow me, the follow back will be from my main blossomfell - don’t feel obligated to follow that blog - unfollow me, block me, or do whatever you need to do to keep your dash comfortable for you. it’s all good - sam is generally canon-compliant save the fact that his flight partner riley is still alive and kicking; any reference to riley will be the riley i write over on heathenclung
beyond all that, any and everything is welcome, from anons to out of the blue starters. i’m not particularly sociable ooc, so apologies in advance for that; plotting isn’t exactly a thing for me either, so if you’re looking for someone who’s plot-heavy with interactions, i might not be the blog for you
love you all xoxo
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