#displacedwidow

send me a ship and i’ll tell you || ( sel. ) accepting 

who hogs the duvetriley which is always a damn surprise when you take into consideration how he grew up in  the middle of bum fuck nowhere georgia, where it gets dutch brick oven sweltering fucking hot, so hot you could breath in humid hot air. still doesn’t stop sam from waking up to rils, sprawled out over his chest, duvet tangled on his side. good thing sam runs hot.

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingriley, who blows up sam’s damn phone every other god damn minute when they’re apart, wants to know every banal thing that happened. but when they’re back together it’s sam tears his clothes apart, pressing up against riley’s skin like he’s trying to convince himself he’s here, that this is real. ( they spend so much time in the sky, like on the ground is suffocatingly, stiflingly small. they cope together. then without warning, sam copes. alone. )

who’s the most creative when it comes to giftssam knits and sews and DIYs like the best of them, which is always ceaselessly amusing to riley.

who gets up first in the morningriley could very well put the grinch to shame with how grouchy he is before midday. coffee sweetens him, and that’s how they spend their mornings, Riley’s head leaned on sam/s shoulder as they watch the light come in through the windows, paints them both in that soft gold light. 

who suggests new things in bedit’s not a “hey sam let’s try new things” it’s more of riley pinning him down on the floor or sam hoisting him up without warning, riley wrapping his legs around his waist so they’re flush together, mouth hot at his neck. they can’t ever seem to shake loose that edge of desperation, like at any moment, this could all fall apart. 

who fusses over the other when they’re sicksam, and riley hates ( loves ) that fusses. that sam checks his temperature every hour on the hour, cooks his food down to scratch, leaves sticky notes all over their place to remind him to take your fucking meds or so help me god riley.

there  was  supposed  to  be  a  wedding.  a  small  one  but  a  wedding  nonetheless.  he’d  been  getting  himself  excited  for  it.  telling  himself  this  was  the  start  of  something  brilliant,  trying  to  make  himself  believe  this  is  what  he’d  wanted.  but  she’d  seen  through  him.  laura  was  good  like  that.  they’d  met  at  shield.  clicked  as  friends  and  he’d  thought  they  worked  as  romantic  partners.

clearly  that  wasn’t  the  case.  two  weeks  before  the  big  day  and  she’d  sat  him  down  to  tell  him  they  couldn’t  do  this.  they  couldn’t  get  married.  it  wasn’t  fair  to  either  of  them  to  try  and  force  what  wasn’t  there.  that  had  been  a  slap  in  the  face.  he  hadn’t  thought  he  was  forcing  anything  but...after  a  week  of  reflection,  it  was  clear  that  he  was.  he  loved  laura  but  he  didn’t  love  her.  and  she’d  known  that.  could  tell  that  his  heart  was  long  gone  with  someone  else.  that  he  didn’t  have  it  to  give  away  anymore. 

he  wishes  he  did.  he’s  sorry  he  doesn’t.  god,  laura,  he’s  sorry. 

of  course,  that  leaves  him  with  two  plane  tickets  and  a  hotel  reservation  in  venice  for  ten  days.  seems  a  waste  not  to  use  them.  and  that’s  how  he  got  here.  in  front  of  natasha.  trying  to  explain  that  he’s  no  longer  getting  married  and  he’d  very  much  like  it  if  she’d  go  on  his  honeymoon  with  her.

I see your Bucky speaking in Russian and raise you: Bucky speaking in Russian between his partner’s thighs

Smash or Pass | THE SQUAD

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She had seen many of her son’s coworkers before. She didn’t intermingle with them too much, they held busy lives. She made no illusions that she was a part of their dangerous world. She preferred the fringes actually. It was difficult enough to continue and adjust to the world she was in now, let alone wade through the horrible news that was in print at these times. Sarah held a warm smile for Ms. Romanoff and greeted her in. The woman had a face that was difficult for her to get a read on, but there was something in her posture that had Sarah off put. She tried to shove such concerns down. She had always been one to worry herself, to the point of illness. It was nothing new to her, but as soon as the woman asked her to sit down...She didn’t need Natasha to say anything else; her heart knew the truth.