samwilsondiaries

[samwilsondiaries]

; hope

© @cityofember

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. after saying nothing but the truth to the Senator, Sam gives you the interview of your life.

words. ± 700.

warnings, tags. after tfatws 1x06!reader insert. fluffy as hell, the end we all deserve.

a / n: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

You were in New York covering the news about the Flag Smashers, although Sam asked you to not do it and to stay away as much as you could. But knowing he was going to be there pushed you to the big city. You didn't care anymore about those terrorists —like your Channel used to call them—, you wanted to make sure that your boyfriend was safe. Especially after watching him on his brand new suit, taking Captain America's mantle, lifting the truckload with all those politicians inside it.

You glanced at him among the crowd of reporters trying to have ten seconds of an interview with the greatest Sam Wilson and, even if you wanted with all your strength to keep a stiff upper lip when he found you some steps away between your colleagues, a tear of relief ran down your cheek. At the point Bucky palmed his back to come closer, your trembling fingers were tightly gripped around your mic. You couldn't help but lick your bottom lip, hardly sniffing through your nostrils, trying to be professional.

Sam wasn't a man who liked, nor enjoyed attention. Even less when it came from the news, which many times had covered too many injustices, justifying them by he, or she, or they were a menace. But he wanted to talk with you and it was the only way to do it without being followed by the other reporters.

“Mrs. Wilson, does this mean you're the new Captain America?” A colleague from Channel Five asked, placing his mic close to him.

“Yeah, looks like”. Your boyfriend joked, looking at you sideways.

“How does it feel to be a black man taking the shield of Steve Rogers, nowadays? It's a big responsibility!” Of course, that question was raised from behind you. Cindy Preston, who worked for the news in prime time, always wanting to earn all the attention.

“I think I've already replied to that question, ma'am”. Sam tried to be respectful as he was by nature, before finally turning at you.

“Mrs. Wil— Mrs. Wilson…” You whispered at first, having to swallow to find more encouragement. “Mrs. Wilson, for Good morning, America, I don't have any question. I just want to say thank you for giving us hope”.

You talked with your heart in both hands, receiving a bunch of words of affirmation around you. And when your boyfriend smirked at you, you were conscious that you could die right there, right now, and die being the happiest person in the world. You puckered your lips in a somewhat ashamed smile, watching him trying to say something back, babbling in silence till Sam ended up giggling with his head bowed down.

He turned at Bucky, who was still behind him, resting his vibranium arm against an ambulance enjoying the show happening in front of his eyes. The sergeant shrugged his shoulder, not being able to glimpse at the silent question your boyfriend made him. When he faced you again, suddenly, all the noise, the calls, the questions about his new job (...) disappeared as if the world went silent. Shortening the distance between the two of you, Sam placed an arm around your waist and landed his other hand on the back of your head.

Your lips met in a kiss of pure adoration for each other, relief because both were safe and sound, and shyness caused by the claps and whistles all around you, bringing you back to reality as your microphone fell to the floor at the moment you needed to place your hands on the sides of his neck. You couldn't help but shed some tears, tightening your fingers nailed to him, feeling proud and lucky because, after all that time, the world was going to see him as you used. As the man who was going to be the change. The change the world needed. And even so, Sam didn't care about all the media spotlight filming the unexpected scene, resting his forehead on yours.

“Still want'n to marry me?” He whispered almost brushing your lips with every syllable that made your heart race.

“Yes”. You didn't hesitate. How could you? He was the love of your life, the one you wanted to be old with.

Your boyfriend was scared about your reply, noticing it on the way his mouth curved up in alleviation. “Let's go home, baby”.

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[samwilsondiaries]

; hope

© @cityofember

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. after saying nothing but the truth to the Senator, Sam gives you the interview of your life.

words. ± 700.

warnings, tags. after tfatws 1x06!reader insert. fluffy as hell, the end we all deserve.

a / n: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

You were in New York covering the news about the Flag Smashers, although Sam asked you to not do it and to stay away as much as you could. But knowing he was going to be there pushed you to the big city. You didn't care anymore about those terrorists —like your Channel used to call them—, you wanted to make sure that your boyfriend was safe. Especially after watching him on his brand new suit, taking Captain America's mantle, lifting the truckload with all those politicians inside it.

You glanced at him among the crowd of reporters trying to have ten seconds of an interview with the greatest Sam Wilson and, even if you wanted with all your strength to keep a stiff upper lip when he found you some steps away between your colleagues, a tear of relief ran down your cheek. At the point Bucky palmed his back to come closer, your trembling fingers were tightly gripped around your mic. You couldn't help but lick your bottom lip, hardly sniffing through your nostrils, trying to be professional.

Sam wasn't a man who liked, nor enjoyed attention. Even less when it came from the news, which many times had covered too many injustices, justifying them by he, or she, or they were a menace. But he wanted to talk with you and it was the only way to do it without being followed by the other reporters.

“Mrs. Wilson, does this mean you're the new Captain America?” A colleague from Channel Five asked, placing his mic close to him.

“Yeah, looks like”. Your boyfriend joked, looking at you sideways.

“How does it feel to be a black man taking the shield of Steve Rogers, nowadays? It's a big responsibility!” Of course, that question was raised from behind you. Cindy Preston, who worked for the news in prime time, always wanting to earn all the attention.

“I think I've already replied to that question, ma'am”. Sam tried to be respectful as he was by nature, before finally turning at you.

“Mrs. Wil— Mrs. Wilson…” You whispered at first, having to swallow to find more encouragement. “Mrs. Wilson, for Good morning, America, I don't have any question. I just want to say thank you for giving us hope”.

You talked with your heart in both hands, receiving a bunch of words of affirmation around you. And when your boyfriend smirked at you, you were conscious that you could die right there, right now, and die being the happiest person in the world. You puckered your lips in a somewhat ashamed smile, watching him trying to say something back, babbling in silence till Sam ended up giggling with his head bowed down.

He turned at Bucky, who was still behind him, resting his vibranium arm against an ambulance enjoying the show happening in front of his eyes. The sergeant shrugged his shoulder, not being able to glimpse at the silent question your boyfriend made him. When he faced you again, suddenly, all the noise, the calls, the questions about his new job (...) disappeared as if the world went silent. Shortening the distance between the two of you, Sam placed an arm around your waist and landed his other hand on the back of your head.

Your lips met in a kiss of pure adoration for each other, relief because both were safe and sound, and shyness caused by the claps and whistles all around you, bringing you back to reality as your microphone fell to the floor at the moment you needed to place your hands on the sides of his neck. You couldn't help but shed some tears, tightening your fingers nailed to him, feeling proud and lucky because, after all that time, the world was going to see him as you used. As the man who was going to be the change. The change the world needed. And even so, Sam didn't care about all the media spotlight filming the unexpected scene, resting his forehead on yours.

“Still want'n to marry me?” He whispered almost brushing your lips with every syllable that made your heart race.

“Yes”. You didn't hesitate. How could you? He was the love of your life, the one you wanted to be old with.

Your boyfriend was scared about your reply, noticing it on the way his mouth curved up in alleviation. “Let's go home, baby”.

a / n: thank you for reading! if you liked it, please, leave a comment and reblog it, i'd really appreciate it.

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[samwilsondiaries]

Why the hell in the tag SAM WILSON X READER —a tag for fanfictions, mainly— more of the 70% of posts don't have anything about SAM WILSON X READER?

tag your posts correctly, it's not that hard.

[samwilsondiaries]

; welcome home

PART I — PART II (soon)

© @pietro-maximoff

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. sam comes back home after being a week in europe, not replying to your calls or text messages.

words. ± 1.3k.

warnings, tags. after tfatws 1x04!reader insert, more or less. nsfw, +18!!! nothing really smutty, just a few touches and language.

a / n: none of my stories contain reader's body descriptions to be inclusive.

You couldn't help but feel worried after what you watched on the news. Sam left almost a week ago, asking you to stay with Sarah in Louisiana until he was back, only wanting to protect you. In the hospital, your boss gave you a sabbatical month, after collecting too many personal days. But being locked in Delacroix was eating you alive, carrying your phone wherever you used to go, waiting for a call or a message from your boyfriend that never came.

Helping your sister-in-law to extend the fishing net all over the floor to clean it from algae and trash, you weren't able to ignore it and to not check your notifications again. Nothing more than some emails and posts on your social media. Sarah puckered her lips disappointed for how his brother was behaving when she watched you sighing. She knew his ass was in big trouble, that was for sure. At least, help her with the family business kept your mind occupied the whole day, and it wasn't too bad to spend time with your nieces. They adored you and you used to have so much fun.

“I'm gonna put the boys to sleep”. Sarah informed you, coming into the kitchen while you were finishing your second glass of red wine. “You okay? Has he replied?”

“Nope”. You mumbled, taking another sip.

“He'll be okay”.

You knew it. Sam could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you were aware of how hard he was. Your sister-in-law gave you a tight hug and left a kiss on your cheek before going upstairs to finish her day with some good sleep. She deserved it after too much work. On the contrary, you stayed there sitting at the dinner table, spinning your glass as if it could make it fill up by itself magically. Like every night, you used to wait an hour before heading to Sam's old room and try to sleep for a couple of hours, mostly waking up every thirty minutes to check your phone again. You weren't understanding why he hadn't replied to any of your texts, at least, with an emoji.

“Baby…”

The whisper dragged you back to reality with just one push, abruptly turning on your chair to the back door in the kitchen. Sam was there, standing in silence with a hand rested on the knob. He didn't seem hurt in any way, but he knew you probably would give him a silent treatment until he compensated you enough. Pressing your lips together and frowning, hiding how much you desired to hug him, kiss him and tell him how much you had missed him, you turned again to face your glass of wine.

Behind your position, you heard him heavily sighing while closing the door. His steps came closer, taking a seat on the chair next to yours. A shiver ran down your backbone when his right knee touched slightly yours, putting your head to the opposite side of his. Sam was conscious that telling you he was too occupied to use his phone only would make it worse, stretching his hand above the table to hold your free one. He was aware of what a simple touch from him could cause on you, taking it in advantage as you sniffed back your frustrated want to cry and yell at him.

“I've misse—”.

“Fuck that, Samuel. And fuck you”. Interrupting him with such a painful hiss, you stood up to empty the glass in one gulp, walking towards the sink to leave it inside.

After what happened with the blip, the minimal thought of losing him generated you a kind of anxiety that suffocated you till making you pass out. Five years. You had been looking for your soulmate for five years. You waited for him, even praying to God to bring him back to you. And when he did, he promised you to never leave again. A week without a single report from him wasn't exactly a way to keep it.

You supported part of your weight against the counter, with both of your hands tightly gripping the edge of it, bowing your head down. Sam pressed his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue, not being sure of what to do. He knew he screwed what he pact with you, even if it wasn't his intention. Believing that it was better if there wasn't any more distance between the two of you, he got up from his chair to reach you in two strides. Your boyfriend urged you to turn around and face him, but you tilted away your head not wanting to look at him.

Crossing both arms on your chest to let him know with your posture that you were more sad than angry, Sam placed his hands on the sides of your neck, cleaning a wild tear running down your cheek by using his thumb.

“You're the only thing in my mind when we're not together”. He guaranteed you, looking for your reddened eyes. “I'm sorry. I truly am… Look at me, please, baby”.

“I saw it on the news, Samuel. I saw what that Captain America did. And you were there, standing next to James. Don't ask me to not be worried”. You spoke then with so much rage still stuck in your throat.

“We will talk about it tomorrow, I promis—”.

“You promise. That's what you said the last time and look at my phone. Nothing. Nothing from you in days”. You reproached him, clicking your tongue and interrupting him again.

“Then, I don't promise. I assure you I'll answer any question you have tomorrow”. His orbs stayed in place, not moving a single minimal inch from yours.

You didn't reply. No word came from your mouth. Mouth that he didn't hesitate to bring to his. Sam only gave you an ephemeral kiss, causing you to close your eyes just like him. A sneak peek of what was about to happen. It was no more than a second when you were devouring each other's lips. Desperate, eagerly. His tongue soon invaded your cavity, drinking the sweet moan you couldn't retain as his left hand went straight down your ass. He squeezed it making you slightly lean upon your bare tiptoes, as he made his way to between your legs.

The heat started to strangle you when he slid his free hand under your shirt to grip it around one of your boobs, freeing it from your bra. Your tongue continued fighting his, not caring about the lack of air within your lungs, as you rocked your needed core against the lump growing beneath the rough fabric of his jeans. Sam grunted against your lips, wishing for an instant to be in your kitchen and not in his sister's, so he could simply rip off your clothes and fuck like two animals in heat. He needed to control himself, but he just simply couldn't, hearing your lower pleasing vocals.

“No, no, no, please, Sam...” You sobbed in a whisper, tangling your fingers in his shirt when he tried to take a step back.

“Shit, baby girl… You drive me insane”. He uttered into your ear as your mouth landed on his neck. Kissing, biting, and pulling up his skin between your teeth.

Sam's hands pawed your body strongly, pressing your body against the counter to make you feel what you caused on him. Having to take care of not being heard or caught on action just turned him on high-sky, but he was conscious that it wouldn't be a good scene for his nieces.

“C'mon… lemme take you to my room”. He asked you, finally settling some distance barely breathing, holding your hand to quickly guide you upstairs.

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[samwilsondiaries]

thank you so much for reading, i'm happy to know you liked it! ✨

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there are honestly so many good stories out there. why not share them with your peeps? I put together another group of stories i’ve read recently that left me thinking ‘chef’s kiss. pure perfection.’ if you've recently read some that fit the same criteria, why not reblog & add them to this post for everyone?

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manny montana (i.e. rio & johnny t.)

3. act like it | @ks-dreams-fantasies

pairing: johnny tuturro x reader

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pairing: rio x reader

mayans mc (various characters)

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pairing: javi x reader

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pairing: pedro pascal x reader

16. i miss you | @otherthingsinhead

pairing: javi x reader

17. silent treatment (headcanon) | @thefanbasewhore

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sam wilson

18. breathe with me | @samwilsondiaries

pairing: sam wilson x reader

19. easy | @kikilefangirl

pairing: sam wilson x reader

20. let's talk under the stars | @lovleylanii

pairing: sam wilson x black!reader

21. positions | @luciifersson 💦

pairing: sam wilson x reader

stiles stilinski

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trevante rhodes

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pairing: trevante rhodes x reader

[samwilsondiaries]

; captain america.

© @sharon-carter

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. you're the one who can help sam to make the right call.

words. ± 750.

warnings, tags. tfatws 1x05!reader insert, it doesn't contain spoilers.

a / n: written in less than ten minutes, but i hope you enjoy it, i was inspired! none of my stories contain reader's body descriptions to be inclusive.

The constant blink, blink going from one side to another in the front porch of the house was what made you grunt, sinking your face yet sleepy into Sam's pillow. Palming the bed because of the lack of two big, strong arms around you, another complaint left your lips. You opened one eye to check that your boyfriend wasn't there, by your side, understanding at that precise instant what was provoking that annoying sound. The third morning you woke up alone in Sam's old room.

Sighing, you got up to wear a pair of sweatpants before going downstairs where Sarah and the kids were already having breakfast. As soon as they saw the upset gesture on your face, they knew the other Wilson was in trouble. You walked out to the porch, guiding your bare feet to the grass at the moment you glanced at your boyfriend making a somersault in the air a second before grabbing the shield as if it was a frisbee. Cross-armed, you wait for Sam to notice your presence. You wouldn't lie, he looked really good all covered in sweat and panting, but that's another story.

“Hey… you”.

The words, the smirk, the lack of caffeine running through your veins, all of that made you frown at the charming smirk he drew on his lips —a smile that usually made your legs feel weak—. When he was conscious that that time it wasn't going to work with you, not moving a single inch of your body, Sam bowed his head down exhaling a chuckle.

“You haven't started to be Captain America and I'm already fed up with that shield”.

“I won't b—”.

“Yes, Samuel. You will. You know it, I know it, everybody does. 'Cause that's the right call, what America and the world need you to be”. Your tone was less rude and more encouraging as the syllables were leaving your throat.

Your boyfriend kept his dark cocoa eyes on yours, aware of the meaning of your affirmation and what he needed to hear. Not a speech about history, not a bunch of facts learned by heart from a book, not a lie to disguise reality. Sam put his orbs down, straight to the shield hanging from his right hand, not being able to forget the image of it covered in blood. He licked and bit his bottom lip, not conscious of you coming closer until he saw your fingertips touring the star majestically engraved in the center.

“I can't do it”. He whispered, with his insecurities coming afloat.

“Deep inside you, you know you can, Sam”. Your hand flew up to his chest, straight to where his heart is supposed to be beating. You felt it under your palm. “Just for one time, don't hear what people say, but what that mantel provokes right here”.

Your boyfriend nodded with lips pressed together, brooding over what really meant to be that symbol, to take Steve's place. Leaning forward, you kissed his forehead, causing him to close his eyes and wrap his free arm around your lower back to push you as much closer as he could. You embraced him tighter to your chest, resting your cheek on his shoulder and placing one last kiss on that side of his neck.

“And now…” You whispered with such a feigned sweet tone. “Come back to bed, or you'll find that vibranium somewhere very uncomfortable”.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle, moving his orbs towards your petty smile, not breaking the warm hug. He kissed his teeth in advance of putting some distance between both to keep the shield inside its brown leather pack and carry it indoors the house, followed by your steps. Sarah smiled at you, making a playfully silent toast with her mug of coffee as she watched her brother taking your recommendation of coming back upstairs. A brief bow made her laugh, disappearing to the top floor.

What you didn't expect was a strong arm pulling you inside the bathroom when you intended to head to the bed. The door got closed because your back against the old oak pushed it. Sam placed an arm above your head, while you squinted at him and hid your hands behind your lower waist. You saw him rubbing his chin, pretending to be lost in his thoughts, puckering his lips.

“D'you know how hot you look when you threaten me?” He mumbled fixing his eyes on yours, not being able to contain the proud smile curving up your mouth.

“Can get a sense…” You replied sensually into his ear, as you leaned on your tiptoes.

“'Course you do, girl”.

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[samwilsondiaries]

; breathe with me.

© @doc-grimm

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. there are some memories turned into nightmares that will chase us for life.

words. ± 1.4k

warnings, tags. dealing with nightmares, comforting, brief mention of war's experiences, brief mention of death.

You could see from the stretcher the beam of happiness shining in his dark beautiful eyes, holding for the first time his newborn. Sam rocked it between his arms, it almost looked like he was dancing around the hospital room, humming a lullaby his mom used to sing for him in the stormy night. You decided to not choose a name for him until he was in your lives. So, when your husband turned at you with a smile from ear-to-ear and whispered “Riley”, you accepted it in silence. You knew how much his partner meant to him and you liked the name, so you didn't oppose it.

But when that smile disappeared from his face and his eyes got reddened because of the tears he was suddenly shedding, standing in front of you and he began to repeat the name louder and louder, you knew something was amiss.

Your eyes snapped open, ascending from the kingdom of dreams, you found your husband stirring and panting under your arms. His neck and forehead were covered by a thin sheen of sweat, along with the soft crying wetting his cheeks. His eyelids were closely so strong you thought he was going to hurt himself. Not watching him suffering for more than a second, you woke Sam up with so much care and tenderness, gently shaking his torso.

He sat up on the bed erratic. His chest rose and fell furious, trying to bring air to his lungs as he felt like he was suffocated by the anxiety tensing every single muscle of his anatomy. You waited in silence for him to understand that it was just a nightmare and to recognize he was at home, in your shared room. As soon as he did, Sam curled up his legs, wrapping them with his toned arms to hide his face into the gap between both. The sobs became louder, quickly turning into an anguish crying. It was the first time you watched your husband like that. Because, yes, he had had nightmares before. But not with that kind of intensity.

Slowly —too slowly— you placed your palm on his back, running it up and down with all the love you felt, wanting to comfort him at any cost. It wasn't till he recovered his consciousness that you invaded his personal space, kneeling on the mattress and laced your arms around him to rest your chin on top of his head.

“Can you breathe with me?” You whispered with such a honeyed tone of voice.

Gripping his trembling fingers on the forehead stuck to his chest, Sam nodded in silence, before guiding him through the breathing exercise. As you inhaled, containing the air within your lungs for a couple of seconds to exhaling it after, Sam imitated you. Bit by bit, his heartbeats were lower and serene. His grip around you loosened when he was relieved of tension when the image of that grenade reaching his best friend vanished from his mind.

“I'm sorry…” Your husband uttered with a wrecked thread of voice.

The apology broke your heart, aware of how overwhelmed he was just for waking you up with his problems. Like any other soldier, Sam still had dreams about past experiences and the horror he had to live for a long period of his life.

“Don't”. You almost implored him, kissing the top of his head and resting your forehead there for a couple of seconds.

He coughed because of some tears drowning in his dry throat, hardly sniffing through his nostrils. You stood up from the bed without saying a word to head to the kitchen and bring him a bottle of fresh water from the bridge. Kneeling between his legs, now put on the floor as he was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you opened it for him before offering it. Sam drank it in just one gulp with his crystal eyes fixed on the ceiling. After all these years, he was still thinking that you didn't deserve to bear with his coming-back-to-war. But he was wrong. He was so wrong.

“It wasn't your fault”. You dared to say while he left the empty bottle on his nightstand.

Sam nailed his elbows in his thighs, bowing down his head and intertwining his fingers in the back of his neck. He knew it wasn't his fault directly, but he was there. He couldn't help him and that was what made him feel guilty. Watching him closing his eyes again to hold back his crying, you took his hands and brought them to your lips, kissing every one of his knuckles fondly without any rush.

“Talk to me, baby”. You asked him, keeping his hands in your right to raise the left straight to his cheek yet burning.

Nobody, before met you, had really worried about his thoughts, his restlessness. He was indeed invited to join therapy for a while when he came back to the United States, but the therapist was only doing his job. And you were there, asking him to rip off any worry he had within his chest, oppressing his heart. You wanted to hear him.

He swallowed a whine, shaking his head slightly. “Maybe I… I cou— could have done something else”.

Opening his eyes, he glued his dark orbs on yours when you rested your forehead against his.

“Sam… you couldn't do anything else but die”. Trying to explain to him, showing all the respect for his fallen friend, you moved your left hand down to his chest. “But, you know what we could do tomorrow, uh?”

Your husband shook his head again, earning his attention with that question and the sweet smile that decorated your lips from nowhere.

“We could visit him tomorrow, bring him flowers. Maybe… a picnic?”

“What I've done to deserve you?” It wasn't the reply you were waiting for, but it also meant a yes.

“I just do it to say that my husband is the brave Falcon”. You joked with a feigned deep voice, causing him to chuckle and feel a little less concerned. “Take a shower, it'll do you good. And I'm gonna change the sheets in the meantime”.

“You don't have to… I— I can do it”.

“Move your ass to the shower, Wilson, before I kick it outta my room”.

“And I believe you”. He scoffed, somewhat cheered up, as both stood on your feet.

And Sam was about to leave when he stopped on his path and turned around to stretch an arm straight to your lower back. He pushed you closer without prior notice to set down his lips on yours. It was a grateful, loving kiss that provoked your legs to feel weak. Just like every time he kissed you. “Never forget you are the best thing ever happened to me. Never”.

After those words, you glanced at him —with hearts in your eyes and butterflies fluttering within your belly— leading his steps to the bathroom. You came back to reality when hearing the shower getting opened, rushing to remove the humid sheets from your bed and throw them inside the laundry basket to use clean ones to put on it. Two minutes after, Sam came back feeling much better and alleviated. As you told him, the shower would be a relief to his tense anatomy. And you didn't lie.

Waiting for your husband to tuck in bed and lie down, you surrounded his neck and waist with both of your hands, sticking his back to your chest. He loved when you were the big spoon, needing sometimes to feel protected even when there wasn't any danger chasing him. But there was something special about the way you had to cuddle and warm him as if it was the last thing you would do in your life.

Placing tender smooches on the back of his head, Sam held one of your legs over his, keeping him as much closer as you could. Sometimes, he'd like to find the words enough to express how lucky he felt for you being his partner in crime, his soulmate, receiving your unconditional love without asking him anything back. You were the result of his good karma, of all the good things he had done throughout his life.

“Sam…”

“Yeah?”

“I haven't told you I love you yet”.

“Yeah, I've noticed it. I want the divorce”.

“Okay, but lemme sleep a little more”.

Your husband tangled his fingers with yours, bringing the one around his neck close to his mouth just like you a few minutes ago, kissing them before getting so much comfier under your loving grip —not feeling scared anymore of falling asleep again, because he knew you were protecting him.

a / n: thank you for reading! if you liked it, please, leave a comment and reblog it, i'd really appreciate it.

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[samwilsondiaries]

thank you so much for adding me! i can't wait to post the first imagine here, and i really hope people enjoy it. sam deserves it ✨

So it’s pretty well known that Sam Wilson doesn’t get the hype in the fandom he deserves. I wanted to do something to spread more love for him, create a resource for Sam fans to find excellent fics, and promote writers that write for Sam.

Here you’ll find all the Sam fics I’ve read and written, as well as Sam focused blogs. I’ll consistently update it so please feel free to send me fics to read and add (including your own), reblog with your fic recs, or send me a link to Sam blogs you love. Also, a signal boost would be a huge help to get more eyes on this and help build it up further.

Let’s hear it for Captain America!

[FYI I don’t really read dark fics, but feel free to reblog if you have dark fic recs]

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Last Update: April 15, 2021

*Series Masterlist

**Drabble

• Sam Wilson x Reader •

Enigma @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

A Life Worth Living @empyreanwritings (Vampire!Sam x Witch!Reader)

A Desire For Ice Cream @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Memory Loss* @captain-kelli

Sparks Fly* @nacho-bucky (Teacher!Sam x Firefighter!Reader)

Chrysanthemum @thefallenbibliophilequote

Identity* @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Bibliophile @nacho-bucky

Forgive, Forget @nacho-bucky

Smooth @firefly-in-darkness

Skinny Jeans, Action Figures, and Baby Shark

@callmeluna

What Was. What Is. @callmeluna

Sugar @mxsamwilson

Mr. September @daydream3r-xo (Firefighter!Sam x Reader)

Missing @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Fireman Sam @buckysknifecollection

Lingerie @uncafeavecbarnes

Paper Thin @xbuchananbarnes

Great Day to Build a Treehouse @bestofbucky

Hopefully Not The Last** @callmeluna

Roadtrip** @writingsoftheloser

Territory @samingtonwilson

A Little Fun @whiskey-cokenfanfic

• Sam Wilson x OC •

Lazy Morning @princessmisery666

• SamBucky x Reader •

Whispers and Secrets @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Where the Love Light Gleams* @sunmoonandbucky (Social Media AU)

Mission @buckysknifecollection (Biker AU)

A Weekend in Paris @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Our Biggest Adventure Yet @buckysknifecollection (Knight!SamBucky)

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM @callmeluna

•Sam Wilson x Natasha Romanoff•

Love Like This @nacho-bucky

• Sam x Sharon x Bucky •

SamSharonBucky ficlets* @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

• Sam Wilson x Sharon Carter •

SamSharon drabble** @rhfes

• SamBucky•

Sam Wilson: Non Binary* @lesbians-love-samwilson

Forgotten Belongings** @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Happy Birthday Sam Wilson @lesbians-love-samwilson

• SamSteve •

Laps With Cap** @drabblewithfrannybarnes (platonic paring)

• Sam Wilson Blogs •

@samwilsonsundays

@samwilsondaily

@fuckyeasamwilson

@justsamwilson

@samwilsondiaries

Sam Wilson Masterlist by @marvelmaree

Sam Wilson Masterlist by @indyluckycharlie

[samwilsondiaries]

none of my stories contain reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. you can join my tag list here.

✪ breathe with me.

there are some memories turned into nightmares that will chase us for life. (±1.4k)

✪ captain america.

you're the one who can help sam to make the right call. (±750)

✪ welcome home.

part one (±1.3k) — part two (soon)

sam comes back home after being a week in europe, not replying to your calls or text messages.

✪ hope.

after saying nothing but the truth to the Senator, Sam gives you the interview of your life. (±700)