۶ৎ a hot summer day with 𝓑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝓕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍 but he gets a tad too touchy
if someone were to walk in the house right now they’d probably be weirded out with the fact that you and bobby are three feet away from eachother lying on the , somewhat , cool floor half naked . it’s just a hot summer day . insanely hot and the bed and couch are too much to bear , clothes aren’t even an option at this point
bobby , being bobby , is smoking the fattest blunt he could possibly roll in this unbearable heat passing it to you after every two drags he takes . it’s like this for a while but one too many hits and things start to get messy on bobby’s part
‘ babeee ’ you turn to bobby and see that’s he’s slowly scooting closer to you but you your hand out to stop him . ‘ oh come on , let me be close to you ’
‘ bobby it’s too hot ’ you roll over to try and cool yourself down a different part of the floor but bobby just keeps inching towards you ‘til his chest is right up against your back and he’s breathing into your skin
you squirm as he breathes into you , as his hands roam free over your body , his body heat is radiating off of you so much that it feels like you’re overheating . ‘ bobby . . . ’ he mumbles something incoherent into your skin as he pulls you in closer
‘ bobby , i love you but - ’
‘ it’s too hot , i know ’ but he makes no move to let you go , the pot and the heat alreadly deep into his brain making him fog up . you start to move away from him ‘ no baby please . please stay close to me ’ you laugh at the way his voice sounds , the pure whininess he possesses , but you just keep moving
he stares at you with a pout and rolls over himself . you’d think a guy who prides himself as cool wouldn’t be a drama queen over this , but it is robert franklin we’re talking about . you inch closer to him and leave kisses on his shoulder , his neck and he grabs hold you and kisses you fiercely on the mouth
it’s hot as fuck , he’s sweating already , you can feel the heat rising up through your body and it genuinely feels like dragon fire . you resist him and let go of kiss , getting from your spot to grab some water . bobby huffs very loudly just begs for the rest of the day to let him feel you just for one minute
‘ honey i said it’s too hot ’
‘ fine , just say you don’t love me ’ the pout returns once more and never goes away
- it's either canon (e.g. mel/jayce arcane, arthur/guinevere bbcmerlin) or entirely plausible (e.g. prism or coupé/robert dispatch)
- fanbase overwhelmingly pairs nb man off with another nb man and disengages from the Black woman character, shunting her into a background wise & sassy caretaker role (for which there is a name) or leaving her out of fanworks entirely
- fans who do this ^ claim it is an expression of love and admiration for the Black woman character, actually, bc the nb man (who may be her canonical partner) "can't handle all that" (he may be perfectly competent and engaged; she may be totally low maintenance; it has no bearing), she's just too wonderful (too much) and out of his league (lacking in flaws and interiority and fan appeal)
have we all observed this and can we see the multiple dimensions in which it is racist ☝️ i'm not bringing it up to make any beautiful fujos feel bad abt shipping this or that, just to ask for some consideration of what ppl are saying abt Black women when they make their excuses to each other. like you can just not make the excuses. yk?
summary ﹏ After a simple comment is misunderstood, Sam quietly admits that becoming Captain America never erased his deepest insecurity: wanting to be expected, not just admired. An honest conversation reminds him that healing isn't about becoming invulnerable, no, it's about trusting someone to stay even after accidental hurt.
cw ﹏ angst / hurt&comfort + romance (if you squint) fic!!! gn!reader. inspired by the song lonely is the muse from halsey and especially the lyrics: “I spent years becoming cool, and in one single second you can make a decade of my efforts disappear. I'm just waiting at the bar and you rip open all my scars, by saying something like, didn't know you were here.” bar settings. emotional drama / vulnerability. character study. established friendship. miscommunication + learning to communicate. impostor syndrome. reassurance. gentle intimacy (hand holding, hug).
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The bar was crowded enough that nobody paid much attention to the man sitting alone in the corner but Sam preferred it that way. The music was loud, glasses clinked against polished wood, laughter spilled from the pool tables in the back of the room.
It was one of the few places left where people weren't staring, whispering, pointing. Here, the shield wasn't resting against his apartment wall or strapped across his back—it didn't exist at all. He was just another tired man finishing the last inch of whiskey in his glass after another week spent smiling through interviews, shaking strangers' hands, and pretending carrying the weight of Captain America came naturally.
The bartender passed by with another drink before nodding toward the entrance. “Looks like someone's looking for a seat.” Sam barely glanced over his shoulder after the words and then he froze.
You had just stepped inside, brushing the rain from your jacket as your eyes wandered across the room in search of someone else entirely. He watched your gaze skim over faces until it reached him, and the surprise that crossed your features was almost comical.
“Oh,” you said, offering a small smile as you walked closer. “Didn't know you were here.” It was nothing; a harmless sentence, one spoken without a second thought. But something inside Sam caved in so quickly it made his chest ache.
Years.
Years spent learning how to stand a little straighter, how to bury every insecurity beneath confidence, how to become someone people could rely on without ever wondering if he needed someone too. Years convincing himself that the uncertain veteran who came home after Riley died—the man who constantly questioned whether he was enough—had finally become someone stronger.
Captain America, a leader, the guy people believed in and somehow five simple words stripped all of it away.
Didn't know you were here.
Of course you hadn't, you hadn't come hoping to find him, you hadn't expected him and you hadn't even considered the possibility. He looked back down at his drink before you could notice the way his expression had shifted. “You mind?” you asked, gesturing toward the empty stool beside him. Sam shrugged. “Go ahead.”
You settled beside him, ordering yourself something without taking your eyes off him for very long. There was a familiarity in the silence that followed, but not the comfortable kind it used to be: once upon a time the two of you could sit together for hours without speaking because words had never been necessary but now, every pause felt like something fragile balancing between you.
“You've been here long?” you finally asked. “A while.” Sam only replied, shrugging at the question leaving your mouth.
“Long day?”
“They're all long.” You smiled faintly, then. “That sounds about right.” He answered with a hum that barely counted as conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could feel you studying him, trying to decide whether to push or let him retreat into himself. You'd always been good at reading him, sometimes better than he understood himself. It used to comfort him, but tonight it only made him feel exposed.
“I watched your interview yesterday,” you said after another minute. “You looked good.” Sam let out a quiet laugh that held no amusement. “Did I?” You nodded your head at his reply, eyes shifting from his drink and back to his face. “You did.” Sam hummed once more at the words leaving your mouth.
“I smiled.”
“That's usually what people mean.”
“No.” He rolled the glass slowly between his palms. “People confuse smiling with being okay.” Your eyebrows pinched together and you hesitated before replying, not knowing what to say back just for the tiniest amount of seconds. “I… I wasn't trying to.”
Sam hummed at that before voicing again. “I know.”
The conversation threatened to die again, but neither of you seemed willing to let it. “I've missed you,” you admitted quietly. His fingers stopped moving. The words should have warmed him but instead they only made his chest tighten. “You miss me,” he repeated, almost to himself and you nodded your head. “I do.”
“Which one?”
You blinked at the words, not fully understanding what he meant by that. “What?"”
“Captain America?” His voice remained calm, almost conversational. “The guy on television? The one giving speeches? The one carrying the shield?” Your eyebrows furrowed once more and you were quick to defend yourself. “What? No?” And Sam was as quick as you when it came to keep talking.
“The hero?”
“No.”
“The guy who's always somewhere else?” You frowned, confused by the edge creeping into his voice. “I just miss you, Sam.” The words left your mouth and he looked at you then, really looked. For a second, silence took over the conversation, broken by the people around.
“You walked in here,” he said softly, “and your first reaction was surprise.” Your mouth opened, then closed again, unable to give an explanation to that because in the end, he was right. “I just meant—”
“I know what you meant.”
“I didn't expect—”
“Exactly.” His smile was small, tired, almost apologetic. “You didn't expect me.” Silence settled over the both of you, the kind that suddenly made the music feel too loud, one that made the shame boil inside your body and you couldn’t explain why.
“I think…” Sam swallowed hard before continuing. “I think I've spent so much time trying to become someone people admire that I forgot how badly I still want to simply be... expected.” You stared at him after those words.
He laughed under his breath, embarrassed by how honest he'd just been. “That's pathetic.” You immediately shook your head before speaking up. “No, it’s not.” But Sam didn’t want to believe the words leaving your mouth and he chuckled, even though it wasn’t with humor. “It kind of is.” He said again before shaking his head. “You know what's funny? I really believed I'd outgrown this.”
“Outgrown what?”
“This feeling.” He gestured vaguely toward himself. “I thought after everything… after the shield, after the battles, after people started believing in me—I wouldn't be shaken by little things anymore.” His eyes drifted toward the amber liquid sitting untouched in his glass.
“I thought I'd finally become…” He searched for the word before finding it. “...cool.” You couldn't help smiling a little before asking for more detail, more information. “Cool?”
“Confident and untouchable or whatever. Something like that, I guess.” His shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. “I spent years becoming that version of myself.” He finally met your eyes again. “And then you say, didn’t know you were here, and suddenly it feels like none of it mattered.” The words hung between you, heavier than either of you expected.
You reached toward him instinctively, hesitating only long enough to let him pull away if he wanted but he didn't. Your fingers rested lightly over his hand.
“Sam.”
“I know you didn't mean it.” He replied quietly, his free fingers tightening around the glass. “I didn't.” You said, as quietly as he did.
“I know.”
“But that's not what I was thinking.” You still added just for Sam to reply with, “What were you thinking?”
You smiled sadly. “I was thinking…” You looked down for a moment, collecting the right words. “How stupid I am for not realizing this was Friday.” He frowned at that, looking at you for a second like you had grown two heads suddenly and his voice became slightly louder.
“What?”
“You've been coming here on Fridays for years.” You squeezed his hand gently. “I should've known where to find you.” His expression faltered, then, like he had realized something. “I wasn't disappointed.” You added, to prove a point that was already done.
“I know.”
“I was surprised because I haven't seen you here in months.” Your eyes lowered when you said those words, just to lift up to Sam’s face again. “And for one second…” You laughed softly through the ache in your voice. “I got excited.” Sam stared at you for a second as you spoke once more. “I thought maybe we'd accidentally found each other.” Neither of you spoke after that.
The noise around the bar continued without caring about the quiet revelation unfolding in the corner booth; someone cheered over a game of darts, glasses clinked together, a burst of laughter erupted near the jukebox. Sam felt his throat tighten as he choked out some words. “I heard something completely different… I heard…” His voice cracked almost imperceptibly. “...that you wished I wasn't here.”
“Oh, Sam.” You moved from your stool before thinking about it, stepping close enough that your knees brushed his, heart skipping inside your chest and not in the good way you had felt in the past when around him. Carefully—giving him every chance to stop you—you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. For one stubborn heartbeat he remained perfectly still, then every wall he'd spent years building quietly collapsed.
His forehead rested against your shoulder, and he exhaled a breath he felt like he'd been holding for months.
“You scare me sometimes,” you whispered. He managed a tired laugh. “That's a first.” You hummed before shaking your head, trying to explain the sentence that had left your mouth. “Not because you're Captain America.”
“No?” You waited a few seconds before replying to that. The words blurted out without you thinking about them. “No, because you believe the cruelest version of every sentence.” He shut his eyes at that all while you continued rubbing slow circles across his back.
“You've never needed to become someone impressive for me.” Your voice was barely louder than the music around you. “You've always just been Sam. The man who checks whether everyone got home safely, the one who pretends cooking breakfast is harder than fighting aliens, the one who answers every problem with Marvin Gaye.”
He laughed, and this time it sounded real. “I burn pancakes.” You chuckled quietly at his sentence, nodding your head because damn, he did. “You absolutely do.”
“I've gotten better with the years, I’ll tell you that.” He tried to defend himself, which made you chuckle once more. “You absolutely haven't.” Another laugh escaped him, softer now. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were damp, and judging by the shine in yours, neither of you had escaped the conversation untouched.
“I guess…” he murmured, “...healing isn't becoming impossible to hurt.” You smiled and he kept talking. “It's trusting that someone will stay after they've hurt you by accident.” You intertwined your fingers with his without hesitation. “And reminding you that one sentence doesn't erase ten years.” Sam looked down at your joined hands before giving them a gentle squeeze after finishing his words.
For the first time that evening, the ache inside his chest loosened, not because the scars had disappeared.
But because someone had finally reminded him they were never the only thing worth seeing.
ex, baby daddy, sammy bryant who wants you back and makes it known loll <3
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He was already leaning against his car, arms crossed, sunglasses resting low on his nose, gum in his mouth when you pulled in the parking lot, your baby in the back.
“Ready to go see daddy?” You ask, smiling at her from the rear view mirror. She happily giggles and nods as you park the car. Getting out you round it and go to get her bags out of the back for the weekend but Sammy’s beat you there, grabbing the bright pink and green polka dotted bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Hi baby” he smiles, pushing his sun glasses into his curls and kissing your cheek, resting a hand on your side. Unfazed you let out a flat, “Sammy” as you move to the back doors, starting to unbuckle your daughter. She gasps when she sees him, letting out a sweet “daddy!” To which he chuckles, “there’s my girl” he smiles at her and you try to ignore the way it pulls on your heart strings.
You pull her out and before you can settle her on your hip she’s reaching for him, little arms stretching and wiggling for Sammy. He smiles widely at her, raising his eyebrows and taking her, setting her on his hip. You let out a soft sigh, setting your own hands on your waist and looking at them. “She had a bath this morning but if you do anything that gets her sweaty or dirty I want you to give her another,“ you say trying to think of things you need to tell him. “Bedtime at-“
“Seven, yeah I know.” He nods, adjusting her on his hip. “I know honey, I’ve been her dad as long as you’ve been her mom” he smirks. You sigh softly and nod, brushing some hair out of her face.
“She’s been trying to get me to give her soda, tell her no.”
“I miss you,” he starts,
“-because if you give it to her she’ll be up all night-“
“I love you”
“-and then her whole sleep schedule will be ruined so you can’t do that alright? I don’t care how cute her little puppy dog eyes are-“
“Let me come home.” he’s pleading now, eyebrows furrowed up.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair, “Sammy” you breathe, looking at him in the eyes, your daughter playing with his curls. “I mean it” he whispers, bouncing her on his hip now making you look at her. He notices and moves, turning his truck on and blasting the ac, buckling her into the car seat after throwing the bags in.
He’s standing in front of you now empty handed and begging, slowly walking towards you. Your back hits your own suv before you even realize how close he is. “Sammy, c’mon” you whisper, letting out a breath and looking at your feet. His big fingers tipping the bottom of your chin up so you’ll look at him before he leans into your neck slowly, seeing if you’ll push him away. When you don’t, he continues.
He places a feather light kiss to the vein in your neck before whispering “I think about you all day,” he places another kiss below your ear, “every day,” your eyes flutter shut, biting your bottom lip, “think about how much I miss comin’ home to ya.” he whispers into your ear, moving to the other side of your neck and kissing it now.
“Think about how much I miss making love to ya’” he whispers lowly against your ear, you can feel his hot breath on your skin, “Sammy” you breathe on instinct. He pulls back and looks you in the eyes, cupping your face. “I’m gonna do anything it takes to come back home,” he whispers, forehead falling against yours. “to be with you and our girl again everyday, because I love you, both of you.” He says lightly before leaning in, his lips brushing yours softly.
You lightly put your hands on his chest and push him away, because if you don’t now you never will. “Seven, no later.” You say before rounding your car and getting in and starting it.
prommy guys im gonna read the fics u tagged me in! haven’t had the time to do so bc of work and personal life . if you see me liking ur post it’s because im saving it for later :3
wait some of yall r lowk crazy. copying someones blog or being weird on here then when u get called out, u start guilt trip posting .. u shouldnt have done it n the first place, then u wouldnt feel bad <3
i used to be their mutuals on their old account and it wasn’t the first time they did this and worse is that they weren’t even doing to me only, but to other mutuals that i had . and now you moved account and decide to copy me without any shame . be ORIGINAL .
just because you make a new account and decide not to follow me on there doesn’t mean i won’t see you trying to copy me lol. and you have no fucking shame by the way .
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