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i made something.

program: Canva

credit to artist: @tazatouille​

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First Time Sharing A Bed

SAMBUCKY DRABBLE 

Warnings: Hints of angst, nightmares, mentions of trauma

Summary: Bucky and Sam sharing a bed for the first time vs. Bucky and Sam sharing a bed for the 100000th time.

Words: 827

Inspo song: In The Arms of An Angel

The air was tense, strong and strung together to make one awkward night. The First time sharing a bed together was tough, Sam felt like he was going to sink through. He feels that all the time. They’re staying at a motel to wait for Sharon to pick them up for a mission.

Bucky felt the vibrations of Sam’s breathing, it sent a familar feeling of...home. Home. The word echoed into his head as he felt his heart swell.

Their arms and feet brushed against each other, backs turned, both knowing their wide awake. There was silence, just the sounds of shuffling of the bedsheets and pillows, the smell of leftover shampoo lingered in the air. This was awkward.

“This is your first time sharing a bed, Barnes?” Sam broke the silence first, switching on the bed light, the only thing he saw was Bucky’s back turned to his. He saw his chest and shoulders rise and fall from this angle.

“No,” Bucky finally replied, rolling to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. “It’s just...”

“You don’t like me.” Sam stated out of the blue “I understand, I take up some space with my thick thighs.” Bucky chuckled at that. 

“No,” Bucky said “I...It’s not as intimate as I remembered.” he blushed, fiddling with his fingers. He was used to the cold stone floor, the cold shivering feeling that made his skin prickle. 

This bed was warm...plus, he was sharing it with one of the most beautiful, amazing, human beings he knows.

“Well, that’s one thing we can agree on,” Sam smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “We can go...top and tail?” he suggested. Bucky shrugged, his lip pouting a little - it was cute. Sam grabbed his pillow and slept on the other end.

Bucky got a front row seat to view Sam’s feet. 

“Your feet smell,” Bucky grinned, still looking at the ceiling.

“So does yours,” Sam said, kicking his leg playfully to his side, Bucky chuckled. He turned off the light and it was dark again. 

Those few seconds of their skin touching each other, it became a craving for the rest of the night. It was a few hours later that Sam woke up, sweating from a nightmare. He looked down to see Bucky sleeping carefully, the sheets on his side were wrinkled, he also had experienced something bad.

Sam flipped around so he could see the wall, shoving those feelings down his throat. He grabbed his pillow and rested it next to Bucky’s lying down to study his new teammate. Bucky rolled to the other side of Sam, facing him, he was smiling only with his lips, with his eyes closed.

“Can’t sleep, Wilson?” he laughed, opening his eyes to meet the stunning face of Sam Wilson. Sam laughed, stroking Bucky’s face gently.

“Somewhat...” he replied with a hint of sadness. They held each other for a minute, one moment it was just their hands linked together, Bucky shuffled closer into his chest. 

“What was your nightmare about?”

“Riley,” Sam sighed, he could hear the screams as Riley fell, faster and faster. To cope, he wrapped his arms around Bucky. They didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What was yours about?” he said, stroking his silky hair. Bucky drew out along breath, he could feel the movements in his chest and the shakiness of his voice as he stuttered 

“Steve...” he said quietly, looking down, blinking back tears. He smiled, a hint of sadness covering his eyes “he was so reckless. Such a punk,” he took in a sharp breath and looked into Sam’s eyes “but I loved him.”

“I miss him too,” Sam smiled sadly, letting Bucky hold him tighter, no matter how cold that metal arm was, he loved the embrace. 

He would never let go of this moment, he would put it on repeat forever if he had the chance. Sam looked at Bucky for a second, he couldn’t stop smiling. “What are you loooking at?” he asked softly.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sam whispered, looking and taking in all his features. Bucky laughed softly, tracing his thumb over Sam’s facial hair.

“So are you,” he said even quieter. That night they rested and held each other for the first time.

After that, it got more comfortable. Arms around each other, bodies twisted and covered in the sheets. Legs overlapping, kisses and hugs with Alpine curling up in the bed with them.

It was soft, intimate and an ever-growing part of their life. It was cosy and they would do this for a thousand years, just them and their cat purring as they just cling to each other like their life depended on it. Nothing felt better than waking up in each other’s arms each morning or in the middle of the night, just smiling and kissing each other with tender care.

They’d always appreciate the day they shared a bed in that motel.

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if THIS kind of energy is in TFAWS - yes. I love these two, they’re the best :)

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panic buying with sambucky

sam: now, i don’t want us to be kicked out like last time

bucky: okay

sam: first item - soap–

bucky, pushing three kids, five parents, an elderly woman, an employee and a dog: THE SOAP IS OURS B**CHES!

sam, dialing is phone: hey, shuri - is there any therapists in wakanda?

bucky, running back with three bottles of soap, ruffled hair and a bit of blood on his lip: I GOT THE SOAP

sam: well done, we’re going now.

bucky: there’s five more items

sam: we can go shopping another day.

bucky, looking around: what did i do?

sam, dragging him out: enough, c’mon we’re going home.

bucky: WE DIDN’T COMPLETE THE MISSION

sam: SHOPPING ISN’T A MISSION.

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sambucky nation

i bet you once the first episode releases and the theme song/title shows, the entirety of the sambucky nation will simultaneously feel their souls leave their bodies.

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Day 3 | May Writing Challenge

Ship: SamBucky

Day 3: Stop lying to me

Link: Here

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mission time

sam: get up, we have a mission

bucky, covering his face with a pillow: we just had one yesterday, sam.

sam, folding his arms: get up.

bucky: but alpine is going to be lonely

sam, leaving the room: then i guess there’s no more plums.

bucky, running out: I’M COMING–