Bucky wears one of Sam's hoodies 😌🌚
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Bucky shivered and flung open his closet doors. Flicking through the hangers all he found were short-sleeved or tank tops or just clothes that were thin.
"Fu-uck" he cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth. [Why is it so damn cold in here?] He thought, scratching his head as he closed his closet.
He went into the living room, decided he'd just carry a blanket around him since he couldn't find his jacket. He went to grab the thick soft blanket off the back of the couch when he spotted a jacket layed over the arm rest.
He grabbed the red hoodie and slipped it over his head, questioning the unformilyer feeling. [Why does it smell like this?] He thought, why does his hoodie smell like this?
It's his hoodie, is it not?
It was a bit loser on him than he thought his hoodies were. Do any of his hoodies have this fluffy inside? He swiped a hand over his chest [What the?] He looked down and it clicked.
[Ohhh] this is Sam's hoodie. He went to take it off [but I feel warm] he thought. He didn't want to remove the clothing. But would it be weird if he wore it?
He didn't want to make Sam uncomfortable or disgusted, but it's really warm. He felt so comfortable wearing it, and it smelt nice- "Wait... is it weird to think that?" He whispered.
He decided against removing it and went into the kitchen, suddenly super thirsty.
Sam jungled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his and Bucky's apartment.
Sam came home from his quick run to the convenient store. Going into the kitchen he placed the three plastic bags on the island, seeing Bucky on the other side with a glass of water.
Sam blinked, the red hoodie he was wearing looked awfully formilyer.
"Hi" James said softly, feeling the other's stare all too quickly.
"Is that, my hoodie?" Sam asked, brows netted.
"Yeah; I couldn't find any of mine" he said, looking down at said hoodie.
"I hope you wouldn't mind, it's just really cold..." James added, getting quieter each word.
"It's fine; you look cute in it" Sam said, popping open his soda.
"I.. do?"
"Yeah, obviously" Sam nodded, smiling softly.
"Thanks" James murmured, his cheeks dusted in pink.
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The two were sitting on the couch, watching a movie (Lilo and Stitch), and James still had the other's jacket on.
Sam couldn't help the way his heart beat [Is he going to wear that all day?] Sam thought, looking over at the other who was mesmerized by Stitch destroying the toy city in Lilo's room.
The dark brown hair, his face lit up by the TV light, his big eyes a glorious icey blue. The way his hoodie fell around the other, holding him, covering him; Sam couldn't help but think that what was underneath it was his. His James. His Bucky.
Now that might sound positive or yandere style, but it's not like that. More like, his boyfriend- [Wait-]
[Am I in....?] Sam thought.
He just realized he was in love with James. Well that explained why his heart was beating the way that it was, or why he felt warm inside, comfortable around the other, butterflys in his stomach whenever Bucky talked about the things he liked.
Bucky turned his head and Sam snapped his own away "Why were you staring at me...?"
"What? I wasn't staring"
"You didn't even blink" Bucky stated simply.
"Yeah you right" Sam admitted, swallowing down the awkwardness.
"So, why?"
"You're just, really pretty" Sam muttered.
Bucky blushed "Says Mr. Pimp in anything he wears"
"H-hey- that...." Sam trailed off as blush of his own grew on his face, of course Bucky was right. He always was when it came to compliments.
✨Later✨
✨After the movie✨
*di-ding!*
Sam looked at his phone. He sighed and James wanted to ask what it was, but it wasn't his business so he didn't.
"It's my sister, she needs help at the shop" Sam said, standing. She had recently moved to NY and started a donut shop business.
Sam pocketed his phone; keys and wallet, slipped on his shoes before throwing on a leather coat. "I'll be back in a minute; don't wait for me. Don't lie I know you do"
Then he left before the brunette could respond. And Sam was right, he did stay up and not sleep until the other got home safely most nights.
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James couldn't help but feel like the other was hugging him. He lay on Sam's bed, under the covers, wearing Sam's hoodie; it was warm. And it smelt like the almond skinned man he adored so much.
Soon, he fell right asleep.
When Sam came home he found it was awfully quiet. Hanging his coat and keys by the door he went to check if Bucky was asleep, so he knew if he needed to be quieter.
And knowing that paranoid mofo would want to know he was home if he wasn't already asleep.
He softly knocked on Bucky's door and it creaked open a peek, pushing it open he popped his head inside "Bucky?" He whispered.
The bed was empty, blankets kicked carelessly to the foot. [Did he go out?] Sam questioned, unsure since Bucky would hardly go out at this time.
Shrugging it off he made his way to his room, the door wasn't clicked shut.
Brow rose, he entered the room. Seeing a lump on his bed, underneath the covers. Stepping closer he saw that it was Bucky and his heart skipped a beat.
There, on his bed, lay a one armed Bucky with his red hoodie on, hood up, his dark brown hair peaking out the top and the covers pulled up to his shoulders (shoulder? He only got one-)
Bucky's left arm layed on the corner of the nightstand with the hand and shoulder hanging off the edge.
Sam felt himself swoon. Bucky trusted him this much. Enough to be wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, with only one arm on...
Sam got ready for bed before slipping underneath the covers next to the brunette.
Waking up in the morning, the two were tangled together. Legs tether to each other, James arm slung over the other's body, Sam's arm pulling the other close to his chest. Bucky was nose deep in some tits.
Hearts beating with content.
It was peaceful.
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Jul. 8. 2022.
