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Captain Fluffybritches Makes a Friend (And So Does Sam Wilson)

the-wordbutler:

Remember how I promised to post an adorable fic I wrote about when Sam and Riley met Steve and Bucky? Yeah, I almost forgot about it.

Almost.

Lucky for you, I remembered.

A couple years back—a lifetime ago, really, in the days where he slept like a caveman and waited for letters from home (not home the place but home the person)—Sam overheard one of the guys talking about how, sometimes, little kids are drawn to broken people. “Well, kids and dogs,” the guy’d joked, and Sam’d grit his teeth to keep from reaching over and punching the laughter right out of him.

Broken people, he’d scrawled in a letter a couple days later, the sand beating against the roof like the world’s most persistent hail. Who the fuck says that, huh? Who the fuck thinks we’re not all coming out of this broken?

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This is totally one of my favourite things this week. If you’re not reading Motion Practice, consider this your gateway drug.

the-wordbutler:

iamshadow21 requested Sam/Riley, seeking solace. Thusly:

“Stop feeding my dog popcorn,” Riley grouses, and Sam flicks a kernel at his damn head.

It’s day three of the kind of rough patch that usually leaves Sam feeling twitchy and useless all at once, the kind where Riley spends his whole days inside and asks Sam to call the VA and tell them he’s not coming in. Sam, because he’s a good boyfriend even in the worst of times, called the VA first and the law school second, begging off two of his three classes because, hey, sometimes you need somebody to hang out on the couch with you and your spoiled rotten “service dog,” you know?

“You don’t need to do this,” Riley’d said on the first day, his face mostly neutral with just a hint of sad.

Sam’d carded fingers through his hair and kissed him on the temple. “Complete Indiana Jones trilogy disagrees, baby,” he’d teased, and that’d won him a smile.

It’s day three, and they’ve watched pretty much every DVD they own (plus a billion reruns of Project Runway), eaten their weight in popcorn, and shared a couple extremely long, lazy showers. And just to piss Riley off, he tosses Cap a fat piece of popcorn.

Cap crunches down, his tail wagging, and Riley rolls his eyes. “I’m so glad I’m going back to work tomorrow,” he grumbles.

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” Sam complains, but Riley kisses him slow and sweet like he maybe needs to prove Sam wrong.

Ahhh guys the-wordbutler wrote for my prompt and it’s PERFECT. Happy, happy smiles from me, here.