Summary/Request: 26k Contest Prize for @kjs-s: Hi again Charlotte. For the drabble can i please ask for this prompt "I hate seeing you unhappy so now I'm going to do everything I can to cheer you up. Even if it means making a fool of myself" with Sam Wilson x Overweight Reader? Thank again for the contest and the comments on my fic. You are great.
Notes: Hope you like it :) <3
Sometimes days were stupidly, ridiculously bad. Where you’d spill coffee down your new shirt, the one that you liked because it made you feel great. Where someone would make a nasty or dirty comment maybe about your weight, maybe about your body, maybe about something else entirely. Where your boss would want you to do more than you could in the hours you had and the work would have to come home with you. Where your feet hurt and your head too. Some days were simply rather horrible, like someone had purposefully scheduled in all these things till they added up all together.
Everyday, good and bad, you came home to Sam. He was either cooking something in the kitchen, reading a book, watching some TV or following after your cat who seemed to always do naughty things when you weren’t around and she was alone with Sam. He always said she was tormenting him on purpose.
This was a particularly shitty day, the moment your key slid in the lock and the door opened you kicked your shoes off and collapsed on the sofa. Your cat jumping up and curling next to you, purring like she knew you were having a bad day.
“Hey, babe...rough day?” You open your eyes and grunt over at Sam who has a glass of orange juice in his hand. You’d eventually taught him not to drink from the carton after you got sick from his cold.
"I hate seeing you unhappy so now I'm going to do everything I can to cheer you up. Even if it means making a fool of myself"
“Sam...not now..”
“Y/N. Yes, now.” You reluctantly watched him as he turned on the stereo in the corner of the room...barbie girl started playing through the speakers and you stared in horror and reluctant amusement and not only the song, but Sam...as he wiggled? Danced? around the room, in front of you, past the sofa, disappearing down the hall.
He came back doing the moon walk, a tutu you had from some stupid fancy dress party on as well as a hairbrush in his hand. Dancing had escalated to singing...hearing him sing in a rather shrill imitation of barbie was...well...you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth lifting.
“Sam...” He twirled around a few more times before you found yourself shaking with laughter, it was just rather ridiculous.
Sam quickly collapsed next to you on the sofa, breathing heavy, “Did it work?” You nodded your head, rolling your eyes at him before resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re an idiot, Sam Wilson.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Wilson/Reader, Sam Wilson/You Characters: Sam Wilson Additional Tags: 18+, Fingering, Female Reader-character - Freeform, Halloween, NSFW, PWP Summary: It’s Halloween. Time to have some fun with your boyfriend, Sam. 
