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"I made you a cup of coffee," Bucky said, just glancing at him quickly.

And Sam said to himself, in his head, that if someone had told him before that happiness was an old man and a worn out apartment, he wouldn't believe it, he wouldn't even consider it, but now, as he had a cup of hot coffee in between his hands, sitting in front of Bucky, the love of his life, maybe it wasn't so crazy after all.

Sambucky Week 2019

Day 1 - Prompt 3 - Undercover

“So you’re telling me I gotta go undercover with Barnes?” Sam frowned. “As a couple?”

“A married couple, yes.” Fury sighed. “You and Barnes fit the target’s preferences.”

“Why can’t Barnes go undercover with Cap?”

“Sam,” Steve placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “All of the victims have been interracial couples.”

“Then I’ll go undercover with you.”

“Sam-”

Steve was cut off by a snort. 

Barnes.

Sam rounded on the man. “Got something to say, Barnes?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Bucky!”

“No, Steve, really, he’s an idiot.” Barnes shook his head. “You really think either of us going undercover with Stevie would ever work? He’s Captain America. And he’s married to Stark, the target would see through in five seconds. We have a chance of working because no one knows who we are. We’re practically anonymous. That’s why it’d work. More believable.”

Sam scowled. “I see your point. I’m still not happy about this.”

“Yeah,” Barnes scoffed. “Because I’m really looking forward to spending every day of the next three months with a guy who hates my guts.”

“The first time we met you tried to-”

“WILSON!” Fury bellowed. “The plan’s already be set in motion. Hill’s waiting to debrief the pair of you on your new identities.”

“Congratulations.” Steve said, a half smirk flitting across his face. 

“Shut up, Stevie.” Barnes rolled his eyes.

Sam took a deep breath. “I guess we’re doing this.”

“I guess.” Barnes shrugged. “... Husband.”

day five : soulmates @sambuckyevents

The first time, Sam’s convinced something is wrong with him.

Convinced that in some past life, or lives, he’s pissed off enough of the wrong people to have the world’s worst luck plague him in the here and now.

What else could explain how, after years and years of looking, a stint in the paramilitary — many broken-hearts — that he’s finally face to face with his soulmate and he can barely hear his name being called?

Some people go their entire lives without the joy of hearing their name spoken clearly. Without even hearing their name at all, but Sam was so sure he’d gotten lucky — that for once, karma was on his side — and technically, he did and it was but strangely, there’s a weird echo whenever Riley says his name.

He can hear Riley, knows Riley can hear him when he says the man’s name back but he also knows this isn’t how this soulmate thing is supposed to work. And as much as Sam wants to blame it on all of the times he’s bumped his head as a child or something and just be happy with what he has in front of him — and Lord knows Riley makes him happy, the happiest he’s ever been, he still knows.

“It’s indescribable Sam,” his mother once told him. “Like soaring above the clouds, feels like the sun is shining down on you and you only.”

He believed her because for one, his mother never lied, and two, he knows that her and his father were soulmates. Knew it by the way they looked at each other, the way they looked after each other, the way they heard each other loud and clear.

And as painful as realizing that Riley, no matter how much they love each other, isn’t his soulmate, it’s nowhere as painful as flying next to the man, watching him go down down down.

The echo of his own name lingers in Sam’s head as Riley plummets.

—

The second time around Sam’s convinced something’s truly wrong with him.

That there’s no way the universe detests him so much that it made him love flying only to reward him with watching his only love fall to the ground. That the same universe put him face to face again with another blonde-haired, blue eyed soulmate and it still isn’t right.

Steve is great, honorable and brave like Riley.

Headstrong and stupid as hell just like Riley too.

And when Steve says Sam’s name, Sam can hear it but it sounds faint, like wisps of smoke curling around his ear drum. But life can’t be that cruel can it? Can’t put someone else in his life that’s perfect for him, challenges him, makes him feel alive in a way he was certain he would never experience again, just to reveal that after he’s come so close to finding true love for the second time, it’s just another false alarm.

But apparently it can, cause he loses Steve too.

As the battle fades away and eventually, as Sam does too, he can hear Steve calling his name again.

But he can’t answer back, too busy flitting through the same sky that took his Riley away too.

—

The third time around, Sam is convinced that something is utterly and truly wrong with him.

He’s back in the sky again, relishes the way the wind whips past his face, the way the sound of the skies drowns out all of the other noises, until the only thing Sam can focus on is going higher and higher.

He flies and he flies, graceful despite the weight of the world he carries on his shoulders — threatening to break his stride and his spirit all the same. He flies and he flies until the ground is only a blur to him, just an expanse of blues and greens. Sam flies and flies until the guilt that he still gets to enjoy this, still gets to soar while Riley fell, takes the air out of him and he’s yearning for the solid feel of the ground beneath him again.

He’s landing, grounding himself in more ways than one, when he hears it, loud and clear.

“Sam?”

And it’s just his luck that Bucky, fucking Bucky of all people would be his soulmate.

Bucky, who’s Steve’s friend, and by extension, kinda his friend too. Bucky, who he’s fought wars over and fought wars with. Bucky, who’s lived more lifetimes than Sam will ever get to experience, cause even death can’t seem to hold Bucky down.

It’s Bucky, the solid presence in Sam’s life, sturdy and unwavering. Loyal past the end of the line. A good soldier and a better man and oh.

Along with the clarity in which Sam’s heard his name comes another kind of epiphany that threatens to knock Sam off his feet.

All of his life, he’s chased the thrill of flying, chased lovers that gave him that same sort of feeling.

Sam would have never guessed his soulmate would be so stable.

Bucky isn’t like Riley, he isn’t like Steve either — he’s cautious, forebearing in a way the blondes weren’t. Cautious and calculating and Sam realizes he never needed someone that would run head first into the fire, willing to lay it all on the line at a moment’s notice.

He needed someone with a survival instinct, someone who planned to make it back home at the end of a mission and did everything in their power to will it so.

Because Sam’s loved and he’s lost and then he did it all over again and it’s not nearly as poetic as Tennyson made it out to be.

He needs someone to stay for once.

“Bucky.”

And by the way the other man smiles at that, timid and exploring, hopeful all of the same, Sam knows that he’s found the one.

Sambucky Week 2019, Day 2, Military | Domesticity | Body Horror. 

“Headed home?”

Flicking his eyes over and up, Sam let his slips spread into a small, warm sheepish smile as he gave a nod to the older gentlemen seated next to him, “Yeah, yeah I am.”

“How long you you been back, son?”

Swallowing, Sam’s eyes snapped back down to his leg; he couldn’t help but marvel at the jeans stretched across his thigh, it was so jarring from not having to be wearing his uniform. “Just, uh, just a few hours actually.”

“Excited to be headin’ back to the family?”

Welcome to the first official SamBucky Week!

This is a week ling event, that is celebrating the wonderful relationship between Sam “The Falcon, Captain America” Wilson and Bucky “Winter Soldier, White Wolf” Barnes! 

We will be holding our week from  October 20 thru the 26!

We accept all forms of creation! Such as fic, art (traditional, digital, etc) moodboards/aesthetics, playlists, graphics, podfics, meta, or any other sort of work that shows love to our beloved ship, SamBucky! 

All you need to do to participate for the week, is use one (or all) of the prompts for the appropriate day, and remember to use the tag #sbweek19, within the first five so we can reblog your work here! Though if you’re worried about Tumblr being Tumblr, you can also link us your work via DMs, submit it or tag the blog! 

Here are our prompts for the week: 

October 20: Day 1, Plums | Hurt/Comfort | Undercover 

October 21: Day 2, Military | Domesticity | Body Horror 

October 22: Day 3, Body Swap | Dreams/Nightmares | Secret 

October 23: Day 4, The Shield | Alternate Earth/Reality| Hydra

October 24: Day 5, Truth/Lies | Soulmates | Red Wing

October 25: Day 6, Touch | Mission Gone Wrong | Avengers

October 26: Day 7, Free For All. 

Please keep in mind you do not need to do all three prompts per day, you can pick and choose which you like from that day!!

Also, have you heard about our upcoming SamBucky Bingo!!

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask them, either via inbox or messaging system! We will try and get back to you as quickly as possible!

Title: Room for two

Square filled: Bed sharing

Warnings: None

Summary: Sam and Bucky are on the road after a mission, and are forced to crash in a motel

The motel receptionist slid the single key card across the counter.

“Sorry about the inconvenience,” he apologizes halfheartedly. Sam smiles politely.

“Don’t worry about it.” He swipes the card up and heads back to the car where Bucky is waiting.

“You look annoyed,” Bucky says as he pulls their duffle bags from the trunk, handing Sam his.

“They’re out of two twin rooms.”

“What’d you get?” Bucky asks, following Sam across the parking lot to their room. Sam swipes the key and unlocks the door, opening it wide enough to let Bucky see.

“One double.” He pauses, unsure. “I don’t sleep much anyways. Take it.”

Bucky says nothing and pushes past Sam into the room, tossing his duffle on the bed.

“You sleep. I know you do.”

“Not much.” Sam shrugs as he closes and locks the door behind him.

“You want the first shower?”

“Too tired. I’ll shower in the morning.”

Bucky shrugs and heads to the bathroom without another word. Sam takes the left side of the bed and clicks on the tv. He falls asleep with a nature documentary playing.

Bucky comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later, a white towel wrapped around his waist. He moves quietly, making sure not to wake Sam. Once he’s changed into pajamas, he climbs into the bed and under the covers, turning off the tv, leaving the room silent besides the buzz of the air conditioner.

Sam exhales loudly and rolls into his stomach, his arm tossing over Buckys abdomen. Bucky holds his breath until he knows for sure Sam’s really asleep. After a minute he lets himself relax, and finds he doesn’t mind the weight on his stomach. His eyes drift shut as he falls into sleep.

Bucky wakes at 2:43 am. That was almost a record. Sam’s limbs are tangled in his. Bucky carefully untangles himself and walks to the bathroom. He shuts the door and splashes cold water on his face, exhaling heavily. The harsh fluorescent light makes his eyes ache.

After drying his face, he goes back to the room only to find Sam laying awake.

“Sorry,” Bucky whispers. Sam sits up on the headboard.

“You ok?” Sam asks.

“Fine.” Bucky crawls back into bed. “You’re a cuddly sleeper.”

Sam chuckles and rubs the sleep from his eyes. “I told you I didn’t need the bed.”

Bucky shrugs and turns his head to look at Sam. “I didn’t mind,” he says quietly. Sams lips pull at the corners. He looks at Bucky for a second more before quickly leaning across the bed to kiss him. Bucky inhales deeply and reaches up, holding either side of Sam’s face in his hands. He lets himself relax as Sam kisses him, a strange warmth flowing through his body.

When they part, they both look nervously at each other.

“Hey,” Sam whispers. Bucky smiles and kisses Sam again, leaning into him. He smiles against Sam’s lips.

SAMBUCKY WEEK 2019

OCTOBER 22: DAY 3