have you ever thought that asking to dm someone in a server may *also* give people anxiety? and that if you're going to be in a social hobby you should be social? no one actually expects people to be around 24/7, bffr // as stated, it's how *I* deal with *MY* anxiety without making it someone else's problem. i think it's pretty disingenuous try and make someone feel in the wrong for dealing with their own issues. i am social in this hobby, i regularly talk in the server, giving people ample opportunity to talk to me, and if someone else's anxiety stops them from asking me if it's okay to dm me, then it falls to that person to find a way of managing their own anxiety. and to the other anon; yes, i'm aware that most people don't expect an answer straight away, but that's why it's anxiety because it's a thing i can't control. are we really arguing against people protecting their own mental health? if you don't like the fact that some people want to be asked before you dm them, maybe you need to stop and think about why you feel so entitled to peoples time and energy. no one is entitled to private access to another person. if you don't like asking to dm, then please just avoid those of us who ask for it as a kindness or as a way of making this hobby more comfortable.
With the discovery her best friend was back from the grave, it slowly meant reacquainting herself with the Wayne family-- in particular Alfred and Dick. Alfred always was kind to her, and in some ways, there were aspects of his personality that reminded her of her late-grandfather. And when Amelia was lost in her grief, the Wayne ward, Jason’s “big brother” was a comfort.
In so many ways, it was like old times. Including Jason dragging Amelia to stuffy charity events as his plus one so he wouldn’t be bored.
It was here Amelia was reunited with Dick and meet so many others- Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, Duke, Tim, and Damian. Amelia thought it went well (though she did want to ask Jason what Damian meant by “she seems adequate, congratulations Todd”). A little overwhelming to be surrounded by so many, but it was still an honor finally meet them.
Of course, in just as many ways, things had changed.
Amelia was no longer a teenager, she was an adult woman, a federal agent, and though shy around Jason still, not nearly as bashful as she had been growing up. She arrived in a long red dress, a stark contrast to the usual softer colors she wore when she was younger, not something to blend in with the crowd. Because she solely just wanted to look pretty, not show off or make her best friend do a double take, because that would be ridiculous...wouldn’t it? She actually talked with people other than Jason, not remaining glued to his side like a skittish fawn the whole night.
So, when Dick asked her for a dance, she accepted, not thinking anything of it honestly. After all, Amelia loved dancing. Why not accept? And Dick was a good dancer. She enjoyed it--she enjoyed being spun around the dance floor, being told his bad puns. It was fun.
Which is why she was so thrown off when the song ended, and Jason walked up, looking as though he was about ready to murder Dick, to ask Amelia if she wanted a drink, lock arms with her when she accepted, and all but drag her away from his older brother.
Now, the pair were standing at the bar, Jason with a glass of whiskey, Amelia sipping a French 75. He very pointedly was not looking at her with a scowl on his face, almost pouting. It reminded her of when they were children, when she was partnered up with another classmate for an English project. Amelia waited to see if he would say anything, but Jason didn’t.
She finished her drink, placed the empty glass down gently, staring at him intently. “What’s wrong?” she questioned, ignoring his denial. “Don’t lie to me, Jason Todd. You’re sitting there, pouting like a jealous Mr. Darcy--”
“Jealous?” he had interrupted her with a scoff and forced bark of a laugh. “I’m not jealous. I don’t have any reason to be jealous.”
“You’re right--You don’t,” Amelia curtly responded, her gaze never wavering. Her sharp tone came from Jason lying to her, hiding secrets from her again, exasperated by the fact she truly did not understand why he was sulking. While her younger self may have moped about it before pestering him incisively until they ended up in an argument over it, present-day Amelia did not have that kind of patience.
“Unless there’s something you’re not telling me?” she posed the question, challenging him to answer her, look at her, something to acknowledge her.
🤰- if my muse has been pregnant, what was their experience with it? Did they love or hate being pregnant? Is it something they would repeat?
OOC: Okay, since this is very partner-dependent, I'm just going to answer this from her single parent verse.
Amelia getting pregnant was quite a shock to her. Her and Mark always used condoms, but apparently either the odds were against them or one of them slightly tore, because she wound up with a child.
It was, somewhat, a terrifying experience for her. Her own mother died when she was four, and she didn't really have any memories of her, so there was no one to lean onto or ask for help from in that sense. Not to mention, when your husband is locked up in prison for being a member of a terrorist organization?... Yeah, it's not the best of circumstances.
But, at the same time, being pregnant with her daughter forced her to have to keep moving forward and not just wallow in misery and self-pity. It gave her hope. It was a bit rough, doing it by herself, but she did have friends there to support her.
She loved getting the check-up updates from the doctor about how her child was doing. She loved getting to feel her kick for the first time. She did enjoy putting together and decorating the nursery.
She did not, however, love the morning sickness, the heartburn, the sudden major sweet tooth she developed during her pregnancy, the exhaustion, or giving up coffee--that was a hard one. That, and just the Avengers overall treating her like she was made of glass and trying to restrict her from doing "too much". She recognizes they were just doing it because they loved her and didn't want anything to happen to either her or Sarah, but still, it could be annoying and frustrating.
Is it something she would do again? Eh, possibly. If she has a partner who wanted children, then yes. She would not do it completely by herself again, and she is very cautious about any risks that could get her pregnant. But she never regretted her decision, and she never regret having Sarah.
[ FIVE KISSES ] send for five times our muses almost kissed and the one time they do.
Sam please; marvariants
( @marvariants)
The first kiss Sam gave to their twins, it was the very first night after Amelia announced she was pregnant.
She was tense and obviously nervous that whole afternoon, and it was driving Sam crazy until she finally confessed. Thank goodness he was drinking a can rather than a bottle, or else, it would have shattered when Sam dropped it in shock. At first, his surprised reaction made Amelia even more anxious, but the pair talked it through, Sam becoming visibly more excited at their current situation.
He couldn’t stop touching her stomach. Even though he rationally knew their child was too tiny for him to feel any movement, it just grounded him to present, joyous moment.
When they finally finished dinner and retired for bed, the first thing Sam did after he coaxed her onto her back was to lightly lift up her shirt, gazing lovingly at her stomach, knowing the new life they created was growing inside her. He leaned down and kissed her just above her belly button. “I can’t wait to meet you,” he murmured.
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Every night for the next twelve weeks, Sam always pressed a kiss to her stomach for their child. Amelia insisted on being surprised, so Sam respected her wish every time they went for her check-ups, declining to see if it was a baby boy or a baby girl inside. However, the pair were in for quite the surprise that day.
“Congratulations, Miss Davidson, Mr. Wilson! You’re having twins!” the ultrasound technician informed them with a bright smile.
Sam nearly fainted. Amelia might have, if she hadn’t already been up on the seat.
“Twins?” Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes filling up with unexpected tears.
“Oh my God, Amelia, twins!” Sam exclaimed with a laugh, grinning brightly ear-to-ear before kissing her, placing a hand on her belly once more. He almost began crying himself.
And every night since then, he pressed two kisses now to her stomach, one for each growing baby.
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It took some convincing, lots of reassurances that he was not doing this simply because of the children, but Sam and Amelia got married just before the end of her first trimester. Her belly was still mostly flat, but there was a slight roundedness to it now.
It’d been a beautiful wedding, attended by their friends and family. A little crowded and crazy in New Orleans, given it was so close to Mari Gras, but it was a fun, happy event, better than Amelia honestly ever hoped for.
He laid her down on the bed, smiling. “You look so beautiful,” he murmured before kissing her. He pressed light kisses down along her torso, coming to her stomach once more. Gently, he rubbed her there. “Y’all’s mama is so beautiful… I can’t wait for you two to meet her.”
It had been seven months since that fateful day when Amelia announced she was pregnant.
Now, Sam was a married man and a soon-to-be father of twins! He could scarcely believe it. Granted, it was not the most traditional route, but he wouldn’t have changed it for anything.
He was currently picking up some ice cream for his wife- Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie. Ever since she started her second trimester, Amelia developed quite a sweet tooth, one that Sam was happy to indulge when the late-night cravings struck.
As he opened up his wallet to pay for his wife’s frozen treat, he saw the latest sonogram poking out. He grinned, staring down at the picture of his growing babies. Not too much longer now. He kissed two of his fingertips and pressed it to the picture.
He couldn’t wait.
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Sam jogged lightly to keep up as they wheeled Amelia back into a room. She clutched to his hand tightly, trying to remember her breathing, trying not to let her nerves overtake her.
“Sammy, I don’t know–”
“You got this, Amelia,” he encouraged her. “I’m right here. I’m right here with you. You can do this.”
As they were attaching the fetal monitors to her, Sam pressed three kisses to the back of her hand–one for her, two for their twins.
Time to come into the world, little ones. He couldn’t wait to meet them.
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Twelve hours later, and Sam and Amelia’s little bundle of joys entered the world. Little Sarah and little Joshua. Amelia held one in each arm, Sam standing by her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, both of them smiling and crying.
“Oh, Sam…they’re beautiful,” she cooed down at them.
“Yeah, they are,” he agreed, gently squeezing his wife’s shoulder. “You did it, baby.” He kissed her temple before leaning down and kissing each of their foreheads. “Hey, kiddos. Welcome to the world. Your mama and I have been waiting to meet you,” he whispered, ever so gently touching their cheeks with his finger. “I’m your dad…and I love you both so much. So much.” He pressed another kiss to Joshua and Sarah’s foreheads, his arm still wrapped around Amelia.
[ FIVE KISSES ] send for five times our muses almost kissed and the one time they do.
Sam! Marvariants
( @marvariants)
The first time, Amelia and Sam were at Tony’s Christmas party for the Avengers. It was held inside the Tower, everyone was laughing and having a good time.
Amelia might have had…one too many eggnog martinis, courtesy of Natasha. At least, Amelia was going to blame it on the alcohol.
She harbored a crush on charming, flying hero.
And there he was, just standing not even fifty feet away from her, underneath the mistletoe, laughing and chatting animatedly with both Rhodey and Steve.
“You’re going to have to make a move sometime, Davidson,” Natasha mused.
Amelia took a deep breath. “You’re right. You’re right,” she mumbled. She took one last glance at Sam, down the rest of her martini before she got up, intending to march right on over and give him a smooch.
She got almost within six feet of Sam, standing behind him, reaching out to tap his shoulder when—
“HA! Beat your high score, Sam!” Bucky yelled from across the room at the TV.
“Oh, hell no, Barnes!” Sam barked with a laugh, walking over to go challenge him…leaving Amelia standing there, her hand still raised, looking completely dejected.
Steve swallowed his beer before catching her hurt expression. “Amelia, what’s…” His eyes glanced up, finally noting the mistletoe, looked over his shoulder where Sam was seated, back to her, realization hitting him. Rhodey at the same time, too. “Oh. Oh. Um. Hey, I’ll go grab—”
However, Amelia shook her head no, her throat burning as tears began to well up in her eyes, embarrassed, anxious, and she ran back into the bathroom before she began crying.
Rhodey sighed heavily and side-eyed Steve. “Do you think he knows?”
“Who, Sam?” Steve sighed, shaking his head solemnly. “No. Not a clue… I didn’t even know.”
Bucky would later have a sore shoulder from Natasha punching him for ruining her matchmaking schemes.
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The second time, Amelia came back from an extended mission with Clint and Bucky.
Sam was there among others, who greeted the three touching down back on base.
Amelia walked down the ramp last after Bucky and Clint, carrying a large black duffle bag, her boots clanking with each step.
“Hey! Welcome back, Amelia!” Sam exclaimed with a bright smile, sweeping her up into a tight hug.
“Oof!” she grunted, caught off-guard, before she dropped her bag and returned the hug. “Hey, Sam,” she murmured, squeezing him, feeling warm and content in his embrace.
Sam took a deep breath, shutting his eyes as she simply held her against him, the tight, anxious knot in the pit of his stomach when the trio unexpectedly went on radio silence for nearly a week. She was here, she was safe, she was okay. He pulled back slightly when he felt her pat his shoulder as a silent cue that she was breaking the hug, but his hands gently held her shoulders, keeping her within arm’s length. He stared intently into her green eyes. “I’m glad you’re okay,” Sam quietly admitted.
She raised an eyebrow, fixing to ask if he was okay himself when Clint called for her.
“Hey, Davidson!” he yelled, leaning out of the door. “They want us for our debriefing!”
Amelia gave Clint a wave to let him know she heard him, and she glanced back at Sam, giving him a faint smile. “I’ll catch up with you later,” she promised, giving him a friendly fist bump to his shoulder before she picked up her bag and left to join up with her teammates.
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The third time was that very night.
Most of the Avengers were gathered together, hanging out at a local bar for some post-mission drinks.
Clint and Bucky were playing darts. Sharon and Steve bowed out early, having to return to their kids. Natasha was playing pool with Tony and Rhodey. Sam and Amelia were seated in a booth near the back of the bar.
The two of them were chatting about the mission, what she missed while she was away for almost a month. Sam reached over and placed his hand over hers. “Listen, there’s something I want to talk about,” he began.
She gently squeezed his hand. “Sure, Sam. What is it?”
He glanced down. “Well, we’re close. We’re friends. But lately… I don’t know, maybe we should try being something more? You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re—” He rubbed his thumb along her knuckles. He took a deep breath. “And while you were away, I just…I missed you. I missed you more than I thought I would, and I…” His voice trailed off as he looked up, fixing to ask if he could kiss her, only to see she sitting there, her face propped up with her other hand, her eyes shut, her shoulders rising and falling with each steady breath she took.
Was she asleep?
“Um, Amelia?” he asked, and when she didn’t answer, he lightly tapped her on the arm.
She jolted, almost jumping slightly, her eyes snapping open. “What?” she asked, putting down the hand that was propping her head up and groaned before sighing. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized, her voice slightly muffled as she rubbed face before lowering her hands, looking sheepishly to Sam.
“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m just…I’m really tired. What were you saying?”
“Nothing.”
“Aw, come on, please don’t be mad.”
He let out a silent laugh, smiling gently at her. “Amelia, I’m not mad. I’m not. Seriously, it was nothing important. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
She relaxed, believing him, smiling back at him. “Thanks, Sam.”
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The fourth time, the Avengers were fighting.
Not against an enemy, but each other.
How did it all end up like this?
She just needed to input the coordinates. That was it. That was her mission.
Getting into the quintjet was not too difficult. She still remembered the codes, and Tony had not yet removed her voice from the security system. (Did he even fully know she was helping out Steve and Bucky?)
Amelia made it inside, and while it was a victory, there was no time to relax, no time to dawdle. She was entering the coordinates, readying the quintjet for Steve and the others…when she heard someone outside.
Shit!
She froze, not moving, saying a word. Until she heard Sam yelling, distracting and leading off whomever was outside the jet. She sighed with relief. “Thanks, Sam,” she muttered, taking her leave then. She wanted to stay and fight–but after being yelled at by Wanda, Steve, and finally Sam, she did leave, only to find out later they were detained.
She saw them briefly after they were taken to the Raft. After all, she was their handler. Of course, Secretary Ross wanted her input. It was…the hardest thing she ever did, standing there, staring back at Sam, Scott, Clint, Wanda… To just stand there, unable to do or say anything. Briefly, her eyes met Sam’s, and Amelia nearly broke. With everything inside her, she wanted to just run to him, hug him tightly, and never let him go. She stood there, though, biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood, forcing herself to remain right there.
“Come along, Davidson,” she was vaguely aware of hearing his order. “Now, Agent Davidson.”
Though he did not say a word, Sam watched Amelia walk down that corridor, leaning against the edge of his cell, until she left his line of sight.
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The fifth time, Amelia thought she’d never see Sam again.
When Steve requested her help to spring the others from the Raft, she jumped at the chance.
Time was of the essence, they had to work quickly. There was no time to chitchat. No time for any heartfelt confessions or declarations of adoration.
In the end, there was only enough time for their hands to almost touch as she handed him a backpack with supplies for him on-the-run. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “Keep safe,” she told him, letting go of the pack, watching as Sam slung it on his shoulder, his gaze never leaving hers.
“You, too, Amelia.”
She stood there, watching him as he disappeared into the night along with Natasha and Steve, wishing she could have joined them.
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When Sam Wilson and Amelia Davidson finally kissed, it was right before the end of the world.
Everyone had their roles to play. Amelia was staying behind with Shuri and Vision, providing back-up and keeping an eye on things as the princess would work to remove the Infinity Stone from the android’s forehead. Sam was going to the frontline with the others, to be aerial support.
They were leaving to get in position, and it was Amelia who watched Sam start to walk away, her heart thudding wildly within her chest, a mixture of nerves and dread bubbling up inside her.
“Sam!” she called out.
He stopped and looked back to her running to catch up to him. “Yeah, what—”
Before Sam could ask her what was on her mind, Amelia gripped the front of his armor and roughly tugged him to her, kissing him firmly. He quickly got through his shock, his eyes closing as he eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. They pulled back; Amelia was blushing brightly, and she could almost swear he was blushing as well.
“Aim High, Sam,” Amelia said after taking a deep breath, reciting the old Air Force motto.
“I’ll come find you after this,” Sam promised, holding onto her for another moment before slowly letting her go.
Tagging: @wildthiiing for Jane Carter; @marvariants for Sharon Carter; @audaxbellator for Peggy Carter; @mcltitcdes for Rose Tico; @wetheresilientfew for Velahari; @leschanceux for Josef Barton; @redheadarcher; @katebishx; @ablackwidowsbite for Natasha Romanoff; @thiscrimsonsoul; @thedemonconstantine for John Constantine; @blizzardmuses for Jason Todd; @adventurepunks for Roy Harper; @agentjjkelly; and @iampulsar.
1.) “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man:
🎶 Some people got the real problems
Some people out of luck
Some people think I can solve them
Lord heavens above
I'm only human after all
I'm only human after all
Don't put the blame on me 🎶
2.) “Inner Demons” by Julia Brennan:
🎶 So angels, angels please just keep on fighting
Angels don't give up on me today
'Cause the demons the they are there
They just keep biting
Cause inner demons just won't go away
So angels, please, hear my prayer
Life is pain, life's not fair
So angels, please, please stay here
Take the pain, take the fear 🎶
3.) “Halo” by Haley James Scott:
🎶 I always said that I would make mistakes
I'm only human, and that's my saving grace
I fall as hard as I try
So don't be blinded
See me as I really am,
I have flaws and sometimes I even sin
So pull me from that pedestal
I don't belong there 🎶
4.) “Party in the C.I.A.” by Weird Al:
🎶 Agents got that swagger
And everyone so cloak and dagger
I'm feeling nervous but I'm really kinda wishing
For another undercover mission
That's when the red alert came on the radio
And I put my earpiece on
Got my dark sunglasses on
And I had my weapon drawn
So I get my handcuffs, my cyanide pills
My classified dossier
Tapping the phones like, yeah
Shredding the files like, yeah
I memorized all the enemy spies
I've got to neutralize today
Yeah, it's a party in the CIA 🎶
5.) “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten:
🎶 I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong (I'll be strong)
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me 🎶
