Summary: sam is in love with the girl at the front desk of the VA, but he has the ability to help– so he will. (named after the harry styles song but not ENTIRELY based off it. takes place pre-TWS, through AOU, until right before CW)
Pairing: sam wilson x reader
Warnings: language. NSFW, sexual content, 18+. very slightly angsty.
A/N: i don’t usually write smut and here i am, writing 2 sex scenes in one one-shot. anyway sam wilson is an angel who has been through a lot and is still full of love.
gif below isn’t mine.
She’s hired in autumn and it’s like color bursts with every step she takes.
Dull grayscale fades into red and yellow leaves, orange and pink sunsets. The burning sun finally cools, grains of desert sand stuck to his every memory slowly trickle away with the chilly breeze. Jack-o-lantern grins hurt his cheeks less, words exchanged over lukewarm coffee now spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg come easier.
He hears the whistling of birds at dawn without the thought of malfunctioning wings, sleeps in a bed of softness without an ironic longing for dirt and rock mattresses under attacking stars.
He falls in love in autumn. And smiles.
A smile that’s gap-toothed and silly by winter. A smile that brings warmth and sweetness to bitterly frozen December mornings. One which he offers her as he slides a cardboard cup across her desk, a white napkin tucked underneath it.
She sees him listen in winter. Sees him as he lets others bleed on him while he bandages himself in silence.
She hears him give heavy advice with a lightness that makes the others chuckle, like glittering rays of sunlight tearing through the blanket of clouds which is spread by mid-afternoon nowadays.
He demystifies plastic bags that resemble harbingers of death, dispels blame and shamefully missed opportunities in favor of forgiveness and acceptance. He offers ribbon to tie a broken heart together, balm to ease the tightness of guilt.
And it’s all done real easy. Pain isn’t discounted. It’s merely no longer thought of as the sublime mountain range of Romanticism. It’s real and surmountable, it has a slow-acting— but acting, nonetheless— antidote. There is liberty to be attained. Enlightenment.
There’s hope. A word which had lost its meaning until it’s said with those hot cocoa eyes and that woolen smile. A word that hurts less each time it’s used.
She watches him radiate heat in the form of realistic optimism in winter. And falls in love.
IM STILL ALIVE AND I HAVE THE SKETCHES TO PROVE IT!!!!
Also Dash’s guardian is an aggressive shithead and he has to stay with kwan often so he’s safe. Kwan loves dash very much and hopes to see him move on to better things, but is also worried about him because he can be reckless and hopelessly devoted to ppl, even when they don’t treat him right.
thinking about how supergirl wrote out alex’s storyline of desperately wanting to be a mom and then introduced sam, a single mom with not even a whisper of interest toward any men at all, and then didn’t let them fall in love
Today I was thinking about unlikely friendships forming between the villagers like…
George mentioning an old music band in the passing one day and it immediately grabs Sam’s attention because that’s one of his favorite bands ever. Cue Sam dragging his friends along to visit the Mullners, sitting on the floor around George, eating Evelyn’s cookies, and listening to his stories about how not only he went to all their concerts back in the day but he was actually friends with the band members too. George argues that he’s only indulging the youngsters so they leave him alone but Evelyn knows that it’s been a very long time since he’s been so comfortable being the center of attention and actually socializing. Soon enough it’s George who starts visiting Sam, watching him and his friends as they’re practicing and maybe even learning a guitar riff or two himself– but that remains their secret.
Kent going for a walk one restless evening and finding Abigail practicing her swordsmanship alone in the cemetery. She expects another lecture about how it’s dangerous, not for women, and so on, but instead of all that, Kent actually praises her for her bravery and makes a comment about how she needs to work more on her footwork. It’s Abigail’s idea, then– why doesn’t Kent help her train? Reluctantly, he agrees, and so an odd friendship forms between the two of them. It’s rocky at first, Kent not having the experience of dealing with rebellious youth and Abigail not appreciating being told what to do, but eventually, they bond and become closer over time. Abigail becomes like a daughter for Kent and she helps him open up about all the trauma he’s experienced to those around him, and Kent becomes a parental figure for Abigail who supports her and encourages her to pursue her interests without trying to control her and keep her confined.
Leah asking Sebastian for help with the website where she’s selling her art. At first, it’s a one-time job and they work well enough together, but then she gets more and more customers and actually needs a second person to help her manage the online store. And so it becomes almost a full-time job for Sebastian. He could work from his room but to everyone’s surprise, he finds that the nearly daily walks all the way from the Mountain to the Cindersap Forest are actually enjoyable. He starts paying attention to nature in a way he hadn’t before. At the same time, Leah falls in love with Sebastian’s recipe for pumpkin soup and now that she has more free time and a steady income, she has time for new hobbies, such as tabletop games or comic books, which Sebastian is always happy to discuss. It’s an odd friendship, with one escaping the big city to a quiet village and the other trying to do the exact opposite, but it’s their odd friendship.