#sam wilson drabble

[local-crying-boy]

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Word count: 360

A/N: Since I did a Joaquin Torres one I decided I had to do a Sam Wilson one (GODDAMN THESE MEN ARE HOT)

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Sam Wilson the kind of guy who holds your hand during sex, no matter what he’s doing his hand will always find its away to intertwine with yours. He’ll hold and squeeze it, his big hands almost covering the entirety of yours.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who leans in close to you when fucking, forehead against yours, but his eyes flutter close a lot. Usually, he’d be able to keep his eyes open, but he allows himself to get lost in the feeling of you.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who has low groans, he barely even moans, but you can make him if you push his buttons in all the right ways. If he moans audibly then you know he’s enjoying way too damn much.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who makes you cum more than once before filling you up, he doesn’t mind how, fingers or mouth, he’ll find a way to make you just about content and then make you lose all sensation in your legs with his cock.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who can switch his pace anytime, whatever suits your mood. You wanna go slow, gentle, drag it out? Done. You wanna go faster, deeper, harder? Your wish is his command (and he’s more than happy to grant it)

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who can joke around during sex, he’ll get you laughing in the middle of it of course, he can’t help it.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you, complimenting you before and after sex. You are his and he is yours, he likes to remind you of that.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who doesn’t leave many marks on you like hickeys, but he does have his own way of showing off that you’re his. That little hobble in your step when you went to training the day after you spent the night with him? Oh, yeah, that’s definitely a coincidence.

Sam Wilson the kind of guy who can hold out, he refuses to let himself cum before you, he has to know that you’re fully satisfied before he lets himself go.

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Masterlist

[imyourbratzdoll]

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.

thank you for reading!

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[p-taryn-dactyl]

Drunk and fluffy Sam would be nice If you're still taking requests

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for this request! I hope I write Sam's character ok, I love him so much!!

word count: 571

warning(s): mentions of drinking alcohol - mostly fluff - fem!reader

drunk on your love

Yawning, you opened your apartment door to stop the incessant knocking. Checking your watch, you groaned as it read 2am. The door opened to reveal an exhausted Bucky, with your boyfriend hanging off one of his shoulders.

"Please take him." Bucky pleaded, an edge of desperation in his tone. Sam raised his head, confusion in his eyes as to where he was until he saw you. His entire face lit up as he pushed away from his best friend to practically collapse in your arms.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you stumbled backwards slightly as the sudden weight. As an impulse, your arms wrapped around him, steading Sam's wobbly form. You laughed slightly as you nodded at Bucky.

"Thank you for bringing him home. Now go get some sleep."

Bucky did a mock salute, nodding his head.

"Yes ma'am."

Thankfully, Buck didn't live too far from your apartment, so you weren't too worried about your boyfriend emotional support 100 year old. You made your way into your home, helping Sam stumble his way to the couch, where you carefully sat him down to go get a glass of water for him. But before you could walk away, you felt hands wrap around your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?" His words were slurred slightly and his tone had a sad undertone. You laughed, gently pushing his hands away ad turning around to cup his face in your hands.

"To get you a water and some coffee, hon. You're drunk."

Sam gasped at your words, making you snort at his expression. He smirked, trying in his drunken stupor to look seductive.

"Drunk on your love, baby."

He made a kissy face and you couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter.

"You are adorable right now, just wait until the morning comes."

You went to get him some water plus a cup of coffee. When you came back, you found him passed out on the couch. Shaking your head with a loving smile, you put the water on the coffee table, along with an aspirin. The coffee, however, you drank as you pulled out your computer to get some writing done, drifting off to sleep in the armchair.

When you woke up, your face was plastered against your keyboard and the clock read 10am. At least you got eight hours. Sam groaned awake from the couch, clutching his head and popping his back. He noticed the glass of water and quickly took the medicine while gulping down the drink.

"Had a good time last night?" You asked from your seat, humor tinging your tone. Sam jumped slightly, as you were out of his line of sight, turning slightly to see you.

"Why am I on the couch?" He asked, a little bit of worry in his tone. You were quick to assure him, standing up to pop your joints.

"Because I'm not a superhuman and you were practically deadweight last night. Plus you fell asleep there so."

Sam chuckled before wincing and rubbing his temples.

"Sheesh, what did I drink?"

You were about to answer when Sam's words from last night came flooding back. You walked to the back of the couch, standing behind Sam with a smirk on your face.

"Oh honey, you were drunk on my love."

Sam would never live those words down.

a/n: hi! I hope this was ok!! thank you for reading :)

[crazyunsexycool]

A lil childhood friends to lovers prompt for a drabble?

'There was always that one place they would both run off to - to escape parents, annoying siblings and just the world in general. They haven’t had contact in a long time, but when things get rough, they both end up in their safe place again.'

Meet me at our spot

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: since there’s no specific pairing I chose Sam. Kind of a college AU.

It was hot but that was Louisiana still there was no where else you’d rather be. It would be better if your life long best friend would be here but it’s been a while since you’d talk to him and even longer since you’ve seen him in person. He had been the one to find the secluded lake, dock included. It was both of your safe haven. From school bullies to overbearing parents and annoying siblings. The lake and the dock was just for the two of you but recently it was only yours.

With your feet dangling over the edge of the dock and the sun beating down on you, you breathed a sigh of relief. You lay back and wonder why you’d bothered to come back home for the short school break. Your parents kept nagging you about the major you’d chosen. It was getting to be too much staying in the house so you’d gone to your spot.

After a few minutes you feel and hear footsteps on the short wooden dock and you tilt your head back. You’re surprised to see a military uniform and none other than your life long best friend Sam Wilson looking down at you amused.

“Sam?” You sit up and turn around to get a proper look at him. He looked great. Definitely much broader and sturdier than when he left for boot camp two and a half years ago.

“The one and only.”

You stood and closed the small gap between the two of you and threw your arms around his shoulders.

“I can’t believe you’re here. You look great.” You murmur.

“So do you.”

“So what brings you back home?” You ask once you pull away.

“I’m on leave. Just for a few days.”

You nod as you sit back down, Sam taking his usual spot beside you. The two of you catch up on what you’ve been up to for the last two years. You offer him a drink from the cooler you always brought out.

As the sunsets you both finally get up and start heading back.

“Why did you never reply to my letters?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Sam says as you both start walking toward the hidden trail.

You stop and look up at him. This was probably the only time you’d see him before you went back to college and him back to the Air Force.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Sam sighed and looked back toward the lake. You didn’t say anything while he worked through whatever it was that was going through his head.

“There’s something that I wanted to tell you for a really long time but every time I wanted to say it I got scared. Then we both went out separate ways and I thought that time apart would be good and I’d get over what I had to get over.” He says after looking at you. “Then I got your letters and I knew that I needed to tell you the truth but I thought that saying it over and over letter wasn’t the right thing to do either.”

By now your heart was beating wildly. Whatever he had to say could be anything. Maybe he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. Or worse maybe he found someone and you never got a chance to tell him how you felt.

“The truth is that I’m in love with you. I thought that’s something you deserve to hear in person.”

“You what?” You stared at him wide eyed.

Sam laughs and shakes his head. He can’t help but take in how beautiful you look in the last few rays of the sun.

“I said I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I don’t know if that will ruin the friendship but this time apart made me realize that it wasn’t just some dumb little crush. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same.”

“I do.” You nod excitedly before smiling. “I do I love you too. It’s why I was so hurt that you never replied. I thought I’d done something wrong.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Sam pulls out envelopes out of his pockets and presents them to you. There aren’t as many as you wrote him but each envelope was thick.

“Here is every single reply to your letters.”

Tears well in your eyes as you take them from him. You smile up at Sam and then throw your arms around his neck and your lips slot over his.

“I love you.” Sam murmurs in between kisses and pulling you closer to himself. “Go out with me.”

“I love you too.” You reply. “I’d love too.”

Some of the most important moments in your relationship with Sam happened at the lake it made sense that you confessed your love for each other in the place that watched it bloom. It was more than just a lake, it was your sanctuary, safe place, it was your spot.

[late-to-the-party-81]

I need him!

Rapture

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 1100 words

Outline: Date night with your boyfriend and his version of aftercare.

Warnings: Smut, not beta'ed. Soft!Dom!Sam, Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m! receiving), mention of anal, fingering (f! receiving), edging, pet names.

Author’s Note: Day eighteen of the over 200 words daily drabbles for February. Today's prompt is 'swimming, bathing, or washing'. Combined with one of my wips and we are here!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Saturday night is time for a relaxing date with your boyfriend, Captain America. He has invited you to his home and has instructed you to wear something simple and easy to take off. Extremely typical of him.

You arrive at his place and he opens the door for you holding a huge bouquet of roses, ever the gentleman invites you inside and offers you a drink. Of course, he has made chocolate martinis for the pair of you. Chocolate was your favorite dessert after all and Sam knew that, he simply knew everything about you.

Sweetened by the taste of the drink, and the incoming compliments of your man, you relax completely when his lips catch yours in a harsh kiss. Sam did love kissing you in the middle of a conversation.

"Just wanted to see if the martini still tastes good."

"You don't have to ask, baby, you know you can just take."

You bemuse winking at him while you're licking your lips together. Knowing exactly how to take his one movement one further step away.

Oh, he liked it when he had his way with you, you were so compliant and obedient under his touch. He always resembled you to his perfect fuck doll, there to be used and devoured in any way he liked. And Sam really liked ruining you. Wouldn't be long till you were on all fours, his cock thrusting in and out of your stretched hole.

Two hours later, well fucked, zero thoughts running through your mind anymore, you are in the bathtub trapped in his huge arms. A more tender picture than before. Sam is kissing your neck tenderly, leaving the softest little kisses while singing the melody of a song he liked. The tall man always liked taking care of you after a rough fuck.

He started by cleaning you up and then massaging your shoulders and your muscles until he took you to the bath and washed you like you were his precious little doll. He brushed your hair and put lotion on you, till your skin was smooth and shiny.

Relaxing to his touch you shut your eyes close and rest the back of your head on his broad chest. However, Sam is feeling naughty tonight and aftercare is not the only thing on his mind. Elegantly he is tracing his fingers down your arms till they sink under the water tracing them all the way to your core.

"Sam..."

You mewl, still very sore and sensitive from the previous activities.

"Shh, baby girl, daddy's just want another one. "

But Sam was smarter than that. He hadn't touched your pussy yet, he always liked focusing on one body part every time. He moves his big fingers over your pussy and traces them over your lips, instinctively you are parting your legs for him already feeling your insides burning again.

"Won't take me long, doll, just want to hear your sweet moan again. Feel like you were holding back from me."

"Sam you had your hand over my mouth!"

"Hm, could be that, but now I want to hear you sing, angel."

He pushes his thumb inside searching for your clit, moving it over the spongy sensitive area, while small moans escape your lips.

"Ah there she is, let it out all out, darling, I want to hear your voice."

Sam begins to rub your clit with his thumb moving the rest of his palm up and down your pussy lips slowly. His hand was big enough to cover all of it something that always made him chuckle. Fit like a pocket.

Well, he said that it wouldn't be long but now it had been thirty minutes, and every time he felt your breath shorten more, he stopped and kissed your head, making you gasp and beg. Your toes were curled, your hands gripping onto your breasts.

"You are really not playing fair, Sam, please let me cum."

"Not yet, doll. I want to hear more. Look at your poor pussy and how she is clenching begging for my fingers."

Sam wasn't wrong, you were desperate for more and you were determined to try and take more. When you try to close your thighs together and catch his fingers inside you he pushes your legs apart with his other hand.

"Don't. Don't disrespect Daddy."

His tone is serious albeit a little disappointed.

"Daddy is being mean!"

The low sound of his chuckle fills the room as you are now trying to grind your hips on his hand.

"I need you to let me cum, Daddy, please, oh please!"

"Take what Daddy gives you doll, Daddy knows best."

Nodding your head fast you squeeze your breasts and try to part your legs more to allow him more access while he is finally touching your clit again.

"Fuck, fuck, yes Daddy. Please let me cum, please."

Speeding up his movements, Sam rubs your clit with enough pressure and vigor till he feels your juices floating, a loud cry leaving your lips followed by a delirious chanting of his name.

"Yes, Daddy, thank you!"

He had taught you never to forget to thank him even in your more blissed out moments. He was a man with manners, evidently.

Spending the next few minutes panting heavily and smiling widely, you relax back into his lap. Feeling his cock hard and strong behind your back you wonder what he has in mind.

"Look what you did angel. Sang so beautiful for me and now Sammy Junior is rock hard and leaking."

"I'm sorry Sammy, I will take care of him, I will make you feel real good. I promise."

"Thank you, angel. That's what Daddy likes to hear. Little fuck dolls know their place and their use, don't they?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Happily, you rise up and turn around while he positions himself to sit on the edge of the tub. Licking your lips together when you are coming at such close contact with your Daddy's cock, you dutifully lean forward and dart out your tongue licking a stripe over his cock.

Simply wonderful what being a lady with manners leads you to.

[parkers-gal]

make-believe girlfriend J.B.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader, a smidge of grumpy x sunshine

wc: 3.1k

warnings: use of nickname 'peaches.' long distance relationship

summary: after a three month long mission, bucky returns and he has a girlfriend. the team doesn't believe she exists

a/n: i loooooveeee this i hope u do too ! <3

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it was supposed to be a simple mission followed by a month long sabbatical. three months steve told bucky in between sets in the training room. two months to finish the mission, one month to just… explore. you need to get out, discover, to just- i don’t know… do something else besides be a soldier.

bucky had laughed at first. “coming from you? the world’s best soldier? that’s rich.”

“i know i’m not one to talk. but i care about you, buck. wakanda was good for you, i just want you to be at peace again.”

bucky hummed. “i’ll think about it.”

steve nodded, then after a beat, added “if not for you, do it for me.”

that was two weeks ago. now, bucky can’t even believe he’s packing his bags and loading onto the quinjet. alone. for the first time in almost 70 years, he’s afraid of something. of what, he doesn’t know. that’s what’s so nerve wracking about the entire ordeal – with hydra, he’d always known who to fear, who to submit to. when he was fighting on the field, there was always a bad guy, an alien, a man with a scepter. but this was out of his experience. 

footsteps sound behind him. dropping his duffel bag by his backpack, bucky turns around calmly, trying to read steve’s face.

“you can call every once in awhile… if you want to. or just- you know. don’t forget your check ins.”

bucky nods. “it’s just a couple months, steve. i’ll be fine.”

he laughs a little. “i know. i don’t want you to think i’m pushing you to get out.”

“i know you’re not.” a hesitant smile spreads on his face. steve can see right through it, but he doesn’t comment, merely offering a hug. he pats bucky on the back as they always do, and once again, bucky is alone on the quinjet. 

it was scary at first. chicago is so different from his little corner in brooklyn, safe in a bubble of familiarity. his apartment came pre-furnished, and felt more home-like than his bare apartment in new york. it was easy to play along, to act like he was playing a part on a mission.

but then he met you.

the walls of his facade started to crumble, and he found himself seeping into the soft sheets of his bed instead of a thin blanket on the hardwood floor. it became harder and harder for him to convince himself that he was faking the enjoyment of this trip.

you worked at the cafe nearby his apartment. his neighbor came home one day as bucky was leaving, and the smell of her coffee coupled with the croissant in her other hand was enough encouragement he needed to try out the restaurant. 

the bell at the front alerted you of a new customer. you smiled while frothing some milk for an order, “i’ll be right with you!” you chirped sweetly. 

the way you moved behind the counter had bucky in a trance the first time he laid eyes on you. the atmosphere around you was bubbling; it was as if bucky had walked right into a room of sunshine, and you were the star, beautiful and gentle and sweet. he wanted more.

dusting your hands on your apron, you stepped towards the register. “what can i get for you?”

a pause. worry was etched on bucky’s face.

“have you been here before?”

he shook his head. “i don’t know what to get, i’m sorry.”

you smiled again, soft and reassuring. it melted his insides. “that’s okay. would you like any suggestions?”

he finally grew the courage to look at your eyes. his mouth went a little dry, lips parted in shock. you were just so beautiful. he couldn’t describe it. “yeah.”

another comforting smile spread across your face and it soothed him immediately.

“i think our latte macchiato is one our yummiest drinks. i usually get the peach cobbler croissant. it’s amazing when it’s warm and gooey.”

“peach cobbler croissant?”

you nodded, “house original. don’t knock it ‘till you try it,” another smile. 

this time, he smiled back. “okay, i’ll have those, then.”

“great!” you finished registering his order before moving back towards the various coffee machines, lightly singing along to the music playing. a few more people trickle in and out, and bucky takes his time admiring the quaint cafe. 

“hey,” you lightly call. “i never got a name for that order.” you hold a cup of coffee in one hand, a sharpie in the other. 

bucky steps closer to the counter, a sudden surge of confidence rippling through him like it used to back in the 30s. “can i give you a number for it too?”

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. with a shy nod, you place his cup on the counter and take out a notepad from your apron. he recites his phone number and, with a grateful smile, leaves the shop. his legs almost give out as soon as he steps outside. he’s never been so nervous around a girl before. 

he finished his mission two weeks earlier than planned. that gave him a month and a half to do whatever he wanted in the city. what he really wanted was you. every morning, he’d try a new drink and whatever breakfast special you had that day. and every day, at the end of your shift, bucky would walk you home. or sometimes, you’d walk to the park and sit on the bench and just talk. 

by the second week of this, bucky asked you out on that bench. 

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stepping into bucky’s apartment, you place your keys in the bowl by the front door, and drop your apron next to your shoes. bucky lounges on the couch, a book in his lap and the tv on low.

“peaches?” he closes his book. “why didn’t you call me? i would’ve come to get you.”

you hum, sliding onto the couch beside him. “didn’t wanna bother you.”

he tsks at you before kissing your forehead, pulling you into his side. “how was work?”

you shrug. “i saw the cutest dog. i gave her some whipped cream and it was so cute.”

he smiles, squeezing you close. “wanna watch tv and order in?”

you nod, shuffling to grab the remote and putting your feet in his lap. “wanna watch gilmore girls?”

he massages your sock-clad feet and hums in approval at your question. 

it’s odd how quickly he let go of his life at home. something about you made him want to be everything he thought he could be before the war, before hydra, before everything. he does miss home – new york city, the avengers compound, his clanky washing machine, steve and yes, even sam. but the longer he spends here, the more his home starts to feel like you. 

“i think i love you.” the words slip out before he can register them, and his hands freeze in the middle of massaging you. you turn your head slowly, eyes softening upon hearing his words. “i’m sorry, it’s way too soon to say that i don’t even know why i-”

“i love you too.” you cut in. “i think i’m falling in love with you, bucky barnes.”

his eyes well up and he tugs you closer. “really?”

you nod, a grin breaking out on your face. “really.”

seeing your smile makes him start to smile too. “i’m falling in love with you, too.”

when he kisses you, it’s tender and caring, and his hand cups your face gently. he tastes faintly of apricot jam, and you sigh into the kiss, tugging him closer. “i don’t want you to go.”

he rests his forehead against yours, frowning. “aww, peaches.” bucky places a feather-light kiss to your cheek. “i’ll miss you so much.” 

you nod in acknowledgement. “don’t know what i’m gonna do without you here.”

“i’ll visit as much as i can, honey.”

you huff, sniffing just below his jaw, inhaling his scent. “i know,” you pout. “but i really love being around you.”

bucky can’t help his smile from forming. you’re just so cute, missing him already when he hasn’t even left yet. 

“good thing i have two weeks left to spend as much time with my girl as possible.”

his fingers slip down to your waist, pressing into your sides. laughter bubbles from your throat as you try to pry him off you. bucky chuckles at you, the adorable giggles spewing from your mouth are enough to make him kiss you again. 

“you’re so pretty, peaches.”

you huff, out of breath from the tickling. “yeah?” it’s your turn. “you think so?”

“what are you doing…”

“…nothing…”

“peach- hey!” 

you attack his freakishly hard abdomen, squeezing the muscles with all your might until bucky pulls you up and plops you into his lap, laying back on the couch. satisfied, you rest your hands against his chest. 

“i wonder what stevie’ll think of you.”

your brow quirks. “you mean… captain america?”

bucky laughs, “that’s not his real name.”

you slap his chest lightly. “i know that, silly.”

“don’t know how i got so lucky.” his eyes twinkle at you.

lacing your fingers with his, you give his hand a squeeze. “me too.”

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bucky skillfully lands the quinjet on the helicopter pad at the compound. after showing you all the cool gadgets on the plane, bucky was reluctant to leave your side, but you kissed him and promised to facetime as soon as he was settled in, and bucky couldn’t say no to that, so he kissed you goodbye and waved as he took off, never having been so sad to return to his home in new york.

strolling into the compound, his backpack dangles from his right shoulder as he holds his duffel bag in his metal hand. he makes his way to his room, passing wanda and vision in the kitchen who say ‘hello’ while making some sokovian dish. 

while he unpacks, steve knocks on his door despite bucky leaving it open. 

“hey, buck. how was it?”

closing his dresser drawer, bucky shifts towards steve who steps into the room. 

“it was good. i think… you were right. i really needed that.”

“that’s awesome, man. i’m really happy for you. maybe we can talk about it tonight, have some beers and just catch up?”

bucky nods, already grinning to himself when he thinks about telling steve about you.

he showers, facetimes you for a good hour, before friday alerts him that dinner is ready. he finishes his call with you and heads towards the kitchen, finding sam and steve spread on a table with food. natasha and wanda have taken their plates to the tv, opting to watch a new episode of some show. peter and tony are too caught up in some math problem to leave the couch.

“what’s up, terminator?”

squinting at him, bucky grabs a beer and pops it open with his metal arm, taking a seat beside steve at the round table. “so,” steve talks in between mouthfuls of food. “tell us about the trip.”

taking a gulp of beer, bucky bites the inside of his cheek. “i… met a girl.”

silence overtakes the three of them. 

“what?”

“really?”

bucky nods, a blush already heating up his face. 

“so… are you dating?” steve put his fork down to really look at bucky, still shocked at the sudden news. his friend nods in response. 

“wow.” sam leans back in his chair. “i don’t believe it.”

“what?” it’s bucky’s turn to be shocked, eyebrows furrowing at sam’s confession. “what do you mean you don’t believe it?”

“you go on a three month long trip and suddenly you have a girlfriend for the first time in 70 years? no way.”

“sam, be nice.”

“i am being nice.” he loads up his fork for another bite. “i’m just saying i’ll believe it when i meet her.”

“well, she lives in chicago, bird-brain.”

“who lives in chicago?” natasha suddenly appears in front of them, an empty glass in her hand, presumably here to refill it. 

“bucky’s girlfriend.”

“sam!” steve slaps his shoulder

natasha’s mouth drops open. “you got a girlfriend?!”

bucky’s mouth forms into a disapproving line. “yeah, and sam doesn’t believe she exists.”

she laughs at this, beckoning over wanda and tony.

bucky wants to hide in his room at the sudden amount of people staring at him. 

“i’m with sam on this one.”

“really tony?” steve’s tone is teasing but he can’t help but feel bad for bucky. “you too?”

“i’ll believe it when i see it.”

“whatever.” bucky mumbles, his plate empty and beer gone. “you guys don’t have to believe me.”

“okay, buddy.” sam laughs. “good luck keeping up the act.”

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it’s been five months since bucky was first in chicago, and the team is nowhere near closer to believing in his relationship with you. they’ve walked in on him on the phone, smiling down at his text messages, him on call with you, even him calling a local flower shop in chicago to send you flowers. still, only steve believes you exist, but even he is starting to grow wary. somehow, bucky hasn’t shown any photographs of you, no letters, not even a video call to prove your existence. 

“i don’t know what else to do, peaches.” bucky pouts into the phone. on the other end, you laugh softly.

“they still don’t believe you?”

“sam thought i was texting myself today. myself! i told him i don’t even know how to do that! when i tried to show him photo of you, he said it doesn’t count unless i’m in the photo with you. then he said something about shop photo.”

“... do you mean photoshop?”

“yes! that!”

you giggle at him again. 

“this isn’t funny, peaches.”

“sounds awfully funny to me.” you can’t help but tease him. “why can’t you just put them on the phone?”

“they think i’m just gonna hire someone to pretend to be my girlfriend.” 

you don’t respond for a second, merely humming. “i’m sure we’ll think of something.”

the conversation changes and after a few minutes, clint comes by to get bucky for training. 

“hey, you’re late for training. steve is already downstairs waiting.”

“oh crap,” he pulls his phone closer to his ear. “i’m sorry, peaches. i gotta go. i love you.”

he hangs up after a moment and then moves to grab his gym bag.

“that your pretend girlfriend?” clint points to the phone.

bucky rolls his eyes. “not you, too.”

he raises his arms in defense. “sam has a good point.”

the two of them walk down the hall. “i don’t think he makes a good point.” he grumbles. clint laughs at him, entering the gym where nat and steve are sparring. 

“he’s here.” sam calls out, alerting steve. “what were you doing? calling your fake girlfriend?”

“she’s not fake.” 

“your make-believe girlfriend.”

“alright, sam,” steve interjects. “let’s just get started.”

by the time training ends, bucky just wants to cuddle on the couch with you and fall asleep. but you’re not here, and you haven’t texted him back since your phone call earlier. so, he’s stuck lounging on the couch, freshly showered, watching movies with the rest of the team for some “bonding” that steve insisted on. 

“why wouldn’t they just exchange numbers if they clearly like each other?”

“because,” wanda turns to bruce. “she wants fate to bring them together.”

“fate is not a five dollar bill. fate already brought them together! they’re just denying it.”

before anyone else responds, friday alerts them of someone’s arrival. 

“friday, who is it?” tony calls out. 

“she is not in the stark catalog or the shield workforce database, sir.” she responds.

“how did she get in here, then?”

“miss potts approved of her.”

they all exchange glances until the elevator doors slide open and in it, you with your overnight bag. 

stepping towards the group, you shyly call out. “bucky?”

he whips his head around, standing immediately. “peaches?”

a smile blooms across your face, dropping your bags to engulf him in a hug. he’s never hugged anyone so hard. 

“what are you doing here?” he kisses the top of your head. 

“i wanted to surprise you.” you speak quietly so only he can hear. “and i wanted to prove my existence” you giggle.

“who the fuck is that?”

“language.”

sam looks annoyingly at steve before focusing back on you two.

“sam…” natasha looks disappointed for him. “i think that’s bucky’s girlfriend.”

his jaw drops. “no way.” he scoffs. “no way she actually exists.”

“yeah, what?” tony looks around in shock. “and she just waltzes in here??”

you chuckle at the group of supers. “i thought you said they were smart.” 

bucky laughs at your comment. “sometimes they are.” 

“so you’re actually his girlfriend?” wanda studies you. “how did you meet?”

“bucky came to the cafe i work at.” you smile fondly at the memory. “we make the best peach cobbler croissants. i brought the recipe for you all to try.”

a few ears perk up at this. 

“what’s bucky’s middle name?” sam quizzes. “if you’re really his girlfriend.”

bucky wants to slap his forehead.

“uhm… pretty sure bucky is his middle name.” you laugh out. 

“oh.”

“that was a stupid question, sam.”

“i forgot!” he waves his hands around to dismiss what just happened. “what’s my middle name??”

“aren’t you supposed to be quizzing her about bucky?”

“not the point, peter.”

“you shouldn’t even be quizzing her.” bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “everyone, this is y/n. my girlfriend. my real girlfriend.” 

the sight of affection from bucky causes a silence to settle over the group, as if that was the definitive determining factor in this whole ordeal. 

“y/n, this is the team.” 

you smile, waving at them. 

“that’s steve.”

bucky points him out and steve immediately stands up, offering a hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

you smile in response, the same soft one that had bucky falling for you in the first place.

“he’s the only one who actually believes you exist.” bucky whispers lowly into your ear, and the feel of his facial hair tickles you. “maybe we can all hang out later.” bucky announces, pulling you along towards the hallway to his room. 

he shuts the door behind you, pulling you into his arms. “i can’t believe you’re here.”

you tug at his henley, dog tags clinking as you pull him closer, wanting to kiss him after being void of it for so long. “kiss me already, barnes.”

and kiss you, he does. 

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bucky masterlist

[usoppshoneydew]

Just thinking of sambucky angst

Bucky laying next to Sam while he sleeps and tracing his finger over the scars on his body, specifically the ones he just knows are from their first encounters.

Most of them are small, and it's likely that Sam doesn't even remember when exactly he got them, but Bucky does. No matter how small, he just knows when it's from when he rolled on the highway after falling off the car door. Or from landing on on the ground after, God, after bucky had thrown him by his face. The first face he'd seen after coming to, and the one he couldn't live without now.

Sam says he doesn't mind, doesn't remember, doesn't resent him for it. That it was was the winter soldier, not Bucky, and deep down Bucky knows that too.

But still, there's that part of him that feels he remembers each encounter with Sam so vividly while other things are still foggy sometimes, because he doesn't deserve to forget any of the ways he's hurt the absolute angel sleeping next to him.

[arathejedi394]

that meme of bucky with the twitter post saying "the winter soldier having flashbacks of gay sex and not knowing why"

“I think I’m gay,” Bucky announces abruptly.

Sam chokes on his beer. Bucky claps him on the back, looking pensively into the dark water. Sam gets a breath, then clears his throat several times before licking his lips.

“What makes you say that?” he asks casually.

“I remember having gay sex,” Bucky answers ponderously. “A lot.”

"A lot?" Sam repeats, now bewildered.

Bucky just nods slowly, his gaze distant. Sam blinks several times, wondering what the hell he's imagining.

“With who?” he demands, looking at him with eyebrows high on his forehead.

Bucky just frowns. “I don’t know. A couple of guys. A big one and a little one.”

Sam looks out at the water, too, mouthing under his breath about how fucking stupid this man can get. Then takes Bucky’s cigarette and drags on it. Bucky snatches it back.

“You’re not a super soldier,” he snaps. “No smoking, kid.”

“Sorry,” Sam replies. “I mean, about – About not remembering… Hm… Oof. That’s, uh, that’s rough, buddy.” He claps Bucky on the shoulder, glancing over his shoulder with a grimace for their friend, the one who was little but now is big and is now retired so he can paint large blue watercolors of some vague masculine figure over and over again, that friend. He faces the water again and blows out his breath. Idiots. Jesus Christ man.

Bucky sighs, wistful, then drags on the cigarette himself. The boat rocks behind them.

“Did I hear you say you remember having gay sex?” Steve calls from behind them.

Bucky glances over his shoulder at him. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “You know anything about that?”

Sam looks at Steve, raising his eyebrows. Steve’s lower lip wobbles for a second and then he just smiles.

“I’m sure you’ll remember,” he then says quietly.

Bucky nods, turning back. Sam drops his jaw at Steve, who just lowers his gaze and sits down on a bench, hands in his lap and head down. Like a kicked puppy. Sam blusters, half gesturing between the two of them, but Steve shoots him a glare and Bucky doesn't notice. Sam looks between the two of them for over a minute, just watching these two idiots standing five feet apart because they’re not gay.

“Okay,” Sam declares, “that’s it! I’ve had it up to HERE with the homoerotic tension on this boat!”

Bucky looks up, frowning. Steve jerks his head up, too, his eyes wide. Sam points with both hands at Steve, but looks at Bucky.

“He knows somethin’ about you being gay for sure!” he snaps. “Frankly, I think he knows more about it than you do! Double frankly! I know that for a mothafuckin' fact!”

Bucky opens his mouth, looking bewildered, then glances between Steve and Sam. “Huh?”

Sam slaps himself in the face with the hand not holding his beer. Bucky frowns at Steve. Steve blushes and looks towards the stern of the boat. Bucky suddenly gasps, jerking a hand up to point.

“I fucked you!” he shouts.

Steve blushes harder, bright red behind his beard, as he look down into his lap, then he nods, seeming speechless.

Sam smacks himself on the forehead again, making a face at their stupidity. Then Bucky shoves his cigarette back into his hand, and he storms right up to Steve and hauls him off the bench by the back of his shirt. Steve squeaks adorably for a man of his large size, but Bucky starts dragging him off the boat.

“Okay?” Sam calls after them as Steve stumbles to keep up with Bucky. “Bye, I guess?”

“Thanks!” Bucky shouts over his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Steve says.

“I’m fucking your face in that alley over there, sweetheart,” Bucky announces. "Then I'm coming all over your beard."

“I did not need to hear that!” Sam shouts back. “Didn’t need to hear that! I expect to be both of y’all’s best man at your wedding! And the officiant! And I’mma give both of y’all away, too!” He turns, then pivots, jabbing his finger in their direction. “And it better be a destination wedding, gay ass dumbasses! I wanna go to Bali!”

Steve waves his middle finger behind him as he skips, eagerly, along behind Bucky down the pier. Sam shakes his head, turns, and puffs on the cigarette again.

“Gay ass dumbasses,” he mutters, “one looks over, the other’s already looking away. My ass.”

[awesomerextyphoon]

❝𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 686

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — sam wilson wants to devour you whole

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kiddos!), cocky!Sam (warning in and off itself)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was very much self-indulgent in this little drabble for America's ass and I practiced self-control and kept it under 1K!

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“Sam.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he dragged his cock along your walls in a slow, torturous motion, dragging out moan after whimper after gasp from your lips.

“You like that, baby?” Sam rutted his hips against yours, the drag of his cock languid along your velvet walls. Hands moved to push your legs towards your torso, deepening his thrusts. “Fuck — you feel so fucking good.”

You let out a soft gasp and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I want to hear you, baby,” he drawled. “I want your neighbors to hear how good I fuck you.”

How did he always manage to make the filthiest things sound like literal honey? It was the Southern drawl, it had to be. He could ask you to rob a bank and you’d comply without hesitation. Maybe it was the way his brown eyes softened just for you that made your knees go weak.

When Sam first approached you at your friend’s birthday dinner, you thought it was a mistake. That he’d mistaken you for someone else, someone glamorous and more refined.

But he assured you that he was, in fact, talking to you and promptly asked for your number. He would call you before or after missions, asking you about your day and your plans for the week. You’d text him in between shifts and before bed. You both had shared inside jokes and exchanged your favorite movies and music. One night, you decided to be adventurous and send Sam a suggestive text. As soon as your thumb hit the blue arrow, you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Panic settled in your chest.

You’d just sent Sam Wilson — Captain America — a sext! What if he left you on read? Worse yet, what if he rejected you? Ghosting you could tolerate; the entire situation was too good to be true, anyway. But to be blatantly rejected? That would bruise your ego more than you’d care to admit.

I’m on my way

Your heart almost fell out of your ass.

That’s how you ended up here: beneath the broad, beautiful man that had become the star in some of your filthiest fantasies as of late.

A sliver of moonlight that bled into your bedroom from between the half-drawn curtains illuminated Sam’s brown eyes, half-lidded with lust. He leaned forward and pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbone, dragging his teeth along your sweat-slick skin.

“Sam,” you hissed.

“You taste so sweet, you know that? Better than candy.”

His callused hands moved to cup your breasts as he fucked into you. Your head lolled to the side, a breathy gasp echoing from your throat. You locked your ankles around Sam’s hips and dug your heels into the flesh of his pert ass, wanting him deeper.

The slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your sopping cunt, seemed to spur your lover to quicken his pace. Your mattress squealed in surprise at the sudden shift and your pussy tensed around Sam’s cock.

“You like that, pretty baby?”

“Sam — fuck. ‘M close.”

“Yeah? You want to cum?” His thumb played at your clit. “Make a mess on my cock?”

You fisted the sheets as you let out a breathy reply, your orgasm racing towards you. You let out a whine as your belly tensed. Your eyes fluttered behind your lids as a wrecked moan ripped from somewhere deep. Sam laced his fingers between yours, rutting his hips up into you at a brutal pace.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he groaned out. “‘M almost there.”

A hoarse, broken sob left his chest and he went slack above you, slotting his mouth over yours in a kiss that made your pussy slick. When he pulled away, you saw the smile on his face — the kind of bright, gap-toothed smile that could make your heart flutter and angels sing.

“You’re going to ruin me for other men. You know that, right?”

“Good,” Sam said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I don’t want other men touchin’ what’s mine, anyway.”

[saikiflm]

sambucky’s first encounter is very important to me because i can just imagine how flustered and embarrassed bucky gets whenever sam reminisces on the meeting.

When the kids ask the couple how they first met, Sam was already beaming to tell the story. Bucky knows that it’s one of Sam’s favorite story to tell but for him, as much as he’s thankful to whatever power above introduced him to this beautiful man he now calls his husband, he loathes this story. Only because of how much Sam likes to exaggerate the encounter and add in new details that surely wasn’t there last time and not because of how flustered and shy he gets when Sam describes how “badass” and “good looking” he was ripping that steering wheel from it’s hinges.

But when Bucky sees how soft Sam’s eyes get and how giddy and light his voice is—he falls in love all over again and wouldn’t wish to meet Sam any other way. So, with a small groan and a grin on his face he’s ready to hear whatever new detail and bask in his husband’s light that radiates off his skin as Sam tells the story of how they first met.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

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

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[whtactch-dawnie]

bucky haircut headcanons bc i can’t stop thinking abt it

in my mind, bucky has had several haircuts in his life, but only a few styles that were important.

the first time he cut it was when he was drafted.

before that, it hadn’t been cut in at least a few months. not long, not like it would be later in his life, but enough. enough that boys and girls alike would run their fingers through soft brunette ringlets, because it was just long enough that it had this sort of youthful wave to it. it was nice.

and then, it was gone.

short and strict, but he kept as much as he was allowed to. there’s no room for your bangs to fall into your eyes when you’re on the front lines, y’know. and bucky didn’t necessarily like having his hair short, but it drove home a point he hadn’t been able to swallow when he was younger: sooner or later in his life, he’d have to conform. i he couldn’t always get steve out of fights, or let his hair get long and messy. at some point he’d stop having a playful boyish charm and start being seen as an immature man with no life direction.

bucky never did have to conform the way he thought he would. he didn’t leave the army and settle down, or have kids. instead he fell from a train into an infinite winter and impossibly endless pain.

his hair grew.

not that he noticed it. those years were a haze of pain and fear and anger and missions. he didn’t cut his hair. he was a soldier, not a barber. sometimes he would be deployed and notice it shorter, but that never mattered. the only thing to ever matter was completing the mission and going back to sleep and praying they wouldn’t wake him up again, but they always did.

and then he was free. his hair was messy and unkempt, but so was he. from fight after fight to the wakandans saving him, and it never occured to him he should cut his hair. it didn’t seem all that important anymore, all things considered. people these days didn’t seem to care too much either.

but when bucky was alone? when he left wakanda, when he got his own place again, when the quiet was too quiet? he needed something, he needed some sense of normalcy, some reminder that he’s still him. so bucky hacks at his hair and he grabs razors and by the time he’s done the bathroom is a fucking disaster and the sun is peaking over the horizon but his hair is short again, he looks like some ghost. he looks like sargent james barnes, he has his face but stole his smile and replaced it with frown lines long ago. he looks like he should’ve died in the 40’s.

when sam sees him, he doesn’t ask questions. they’ve got bigger things to worry about.

and it’s with sam, some several months later, when bucky is resting his head in sam’s lap and sam is carding his fingers through dark hair, that bucky feels a bit more like himself again.

“hair’s getting long,” sam might say. he’ll ask bucky if he wants it cut.

bucky will faintly wonder if sam cares, if sam has a preference in whether or not his hair is long. maybe he asks him, and maybe sam laughs gently and kisses his cheek.

so bucky grows his hair out. it’s a bit uneven, it doesn’t look the best, but it’s the best bucky’s felt in a long time. he can look in the mirror and know he is all that he was before, but he’s also everything he can be in the future, and maybe that’s okay. besides, sam seems to like tugging at his hair, and who is bucky to take that simple pleasure from his newly announced fiance?

[crazyunsexycool]

Sam Wilson

Meet me at our spot

No matter how much time has passed since you’ve talked to Sam you can always find each other at your spot

[th30ra3k3n]

“sometimes you think that you want to disappear

but all you really want is to be found.”

(anonymous)

[parkers-gal]

this is the most random bucky drabble help ,,,

mature content below — bucky barnes x f!reader (established relationship), talks of nipples

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"are my nipples pink or brown?"

bucky chokes on his coffee, sputtering into the mug.

"what?"

you barely pay attention to him, pulling your shirt away from your chest to peer down better.

"i feel like there's no color to accurately describe my nipples."

unluckily, sam had just walked in as you said this.

"what the fuck?"

"sugar," bucky reaches his right hand out to touch your arm. "what are you on about?"

pouting, your eyes lock onto his, ignoring the other person in the room.

"do you not like my nipples?"

"sugar, i-"

"i need to bleach my ears."

still ignoring sam, you grunt softly. "i don't know if i have porn-worthy nipples."

bucky's jaw drops open, barely processing how to respond to that. porn worthy? he wants to laugh but he's not sure if you're seriously upset about this or not.

"barnes, what did you do to her?"

"nothing!"

"then why is she blabbering about- about... her nipples!"

"i don't know!"

each of bucky's replies is immediate, showing his mirrored confusion about the interaction. he turns his body towards you.

"sugar, are you okay?"

you offer a shrug, letting go of your shirt and picking up your mug of coffee again.

"when you look at someone's boobs, do you look straight at the nipple? like is that the first thing you look at? or do you look at everything except the nipple?"

sam and bucky exchange a glance.

"i don't look at people's nippl-"

"the nipple." sam declares.

bucky gives him a look as if to say really? you're feeding into this?

"it's a valid question!"

"it's an insane question!" he shoots back.

"do you look at the color of them, then?" you look at sam this time. "if you look at the nipple first?"

his mouth opens and then shuts, not finding the words to respond with. he dismisses the two of you with a lazy hand gesture, grabbing a granola bar and sliding out of the kitchen.

sighing, you turn back to bucky. "what about you?"

"well i don't... i don't know, peaches. i don't look at a lot of... nipples."

you nod disappointedly.

"but i love your nipples, sugar." he nudges your side with his elbow. "they're the perfect color and the perfect shape and they're the only nipples i ever wanna look at for the rest of my life."

"porn worth?"

blinking, he tries to smile reassuringly. "even porn worthy." you smile. "even if porn is brainrot."

you gasp. "who taught you brainrot?!"

his expression is sheepish.

"peter?! sam?!"

oh well.

[late-to-the-party-81]

It’s so soft and calm and lovely 😍

contentment

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 320 words

Outline: Watching your husband build a cot for your baby.

Warnings: pregnancy, children :P

Author’s Note: technically this is the fic that won the poll!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

Delacroix, Louisiana

A soft knock is heard on the door followed by the thunderous laughter coming from your firstborn rapidly running into your arms. You embrace them warmly and then pick them up. Quickly you head to the children's room only to be greeted by the sight of your husband working on a baby's cot, his muscles and back all exposed as he softly hammered away.

You wanna stay there for a couple of minutes just to admire him and take in the sight of him working away sweaty and muscly like that. To your dismay, your child begins giggling and Sam turns around with a smile. He jumps off of your arms and runs to Sam.

"I do it!" He yells and tries to take the hammer from Sam's hand but your husband keeps it in his hands and just softly helps him hammer away. "Not a bad job there. One more time and you'll do it perfectly."

The image melts your heart as he shows off to your son how to do it. Three years ago when you met him walking down the fish market, your baby in your arms, you never thought that now you'd be married in holy matrimony and expecting your first child together.

You smile as you move to sit down on the nearby chair Sam gives you a glance and a smile as you settle down crossing your legs. Your son is now babbling away, extremely happy he is building the cot as Sam gives warm smiles to you and him. You know this moment -this life means as much to him as to you.

Sighing deeply you allow the warm image to become a sweet melody in your head and a couple of months later when he'll be holding your hand in the delivery room, you'll know how it had always been your fate to get found by him.

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