#swilson

YOU JUST KILLED ME U LITERALLY MURDERED ME-

Summer makes me think of sad things and Steven Wilson songs.

Some day

You will find a better place to stay

You'll never need to feel this way again

“I love you more than coffee.” + sambucky

Bucky groans as he leans back in his chair, rubbing his face before glancing around the empty common area of his dorm hall. Running a hand through his hair, causing more of it to fall out of the messy bun, he fights back a yawn as he glances at the time on his computer.

3:14 AM.

Scrolling through his paper, grabbing the spiral notebook and glancing over his notes once more, Bucky chews at his bottom lip. Clint, Natasha, and Steve had all left about two hours ago, having finished their own papers and studying.

To be fair, Bucky had been done around the same time as well, but the nerves that had been sitting in his stomach, preventing him from being done and satisfied, have been keeping him up.

Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes again, he stretches before debating about just giving up and being done with it. It was already Tuesday morning of the week of finals, this paper being due later that day at five in the afternoon.

He’s only torn from his thoughts as a pair of arms that snake around him and pull him back into a hug. “Steve told me you’d still be here.”

Closing his eyes and sinking back into the warm hold of his boyfriend, a tired smile pulls up on his face as he gives him a kiss in greeting.

“Hey, Sam.” Bucky murmurs, voice rough sounding even to his own ears.

Feeling warmth flood him as Sam smiles back, he only slightly mourns his embrace as Sam lets him go and comes around to sit in the chair beside him.

“I also brought coffee,” Sam says, producing two cups that he must have put down before hugging him.

The sight alone is enough to almost make Bucky cry.

Taking the cup gratefully from him, Bucky lets out another groan as he takes in a deep breath and takes a sip. Humming as the heat warms him from the inside out, he smiles at Sam as he takes a drink of his own.

“I love you more than coffee,” Bucky sighs, already rolling his eyes at how corny it sounds as Sam begins to laugh at him.

“Well, I love you too,” Sam says back, reaching over and giving his knee an affectionate squeeze.

Taking another drink, Bucky sets the cup aside and looks over his paper again, focusing for five minutes before biting his lower lip and glancing up at Sam once more.

“You’re not gonna go to bed?” Bucky asks, guilt already settling in place of the warmth that had been there.

Sam shakes his head, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his temple. “Nope. Staying right here, cause I know I won’t get you to go to bed until you’re 100% satisfied with your paper. If you’re here, I’m here too.” Sam reassures, settling back into his chair.

Biting back his smile, the tears from earlier threatening to spill once again, Bucky wipes at his eyes as he turns back to his computer. “Thanks, Sam.”

“No worries, babe.”

–

“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”

If there is one thing that Bucky hates more than anything else, it’s the fact that Sam wakes up at an ungodly hour to go on a morning run with Steve.

Scratch that. What Bucky hates more is the fact that every morning Sam chooses to wake him up with a kiss, before leaving him hanging and awake and exhausted as Sam goes on a morning run with Steve.

Today isn’t any different, and Bucky swears one day he’s going to kick Sam out of their bed and demands he goes sleep in another room if he’s going to do this every morning without fail.

Well, he swears this every morning, and he’s yet to do something about it beyond mumbling it to Sam.

Groaning as Sam presses kisses along his jaw and pulls away to get ready for his run, Bucky buries his face under his pillow. “You’re such a dirty tease, Wilson.” Bucky grumbles, pretty sure that Sam couldn’t even understand half of what he said.

“Well, it’s cause I’m just going to miss your handsome face while I’m gone, and I can’t resist kissing you before I go,” Sam says back, his chipper attitude only making Bucky more annoyed with him.

Still, it doesn’t keep his cheeks from warming in a blush that he’s glad is hidden by the pillow he’s hiding under.

“‘M not handsome in the mornings. I look like a monster. Fucking Godzilla.” Bucky gripes before he feels the bed dip as Sam sits beside him.

His blush deepens and he wants to curse more as Sam starts to move the pillow away, but those thoughts die as he looks up to find Sam staring down at him with nothing but pure love and affection.

“I don’t care if you think you look like Godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful Godzilla.” Sam says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Bucky’s forehead.

He’s sure his entire face is red now, probably even redder then it’s ever been, but Bucky doesn’t mind, not with Sam looking at him like he is now, like he’s his entire world.

Biting down on his lower lip to keep his smile from taking over his whole face, Bucky grabs the front of Sam’s t-shirt to pull him in for another kiss. For as much as he wants Sam to just climb back into bed and forego running altogether, he keeps it short and lets him go when Steve begins knocking at the door.

Giving a final peck to Sam’s nose, Bucky falls back into bed and smiles up at him, murmuring a soft, “Love you, Sam.”

It puts a bright smile on his boyfriend’s face as he pats Bucky’s knee and turns to head towards the door, “Love you too, babe.”

Closing his eyes with a contented sigh, listening as Sam answers the door and talks to Steve as he gets his shoes on, he tries to go back to sleep as the hears the front door shut behind them and silence fills the house once more as they leave.

Even as he lays there exhausted, trying to find sleep once more, it doesn’t happen and Bucky grumbles once more about how unfair Sam really is as he climbs out of bed. Heading to the kitchen and getting the coffee going, he might as well make breakfast too while he’s up.

As much as he absolutely hated every moment of being up so early and making breakfast and having to wait for coffee, Bucky decides it isn’t all bad to be up so early in the morning. Especially when Sam and Steve get back and they invite Steve in to join them, the beaming smile on Sam’s face still lasting after breakfast is over and Steve’s left. Even still after he’s showered and climbs back into bed with Bucky to let him sleep for an extra hour.

Snuggling up close to Sam and letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky can’t fight the small smile that tugs at his lips as Sam kisses his head and runs a hand through his hair.