Sarah lets herself in the back door and nearly drops the package she’s holding when she hears Bucky say, “Hey!”
“What?!” she asks, one hand on her heart in a futile attempt to still its racing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he yells in unbridled excitement as he enters the kitchen carrying her gift. “I got you a tree! It’s a fig tree. I love you this much. I got it at, uh, at a flower shop; and I saw it and I was like ‘fuck flowers, guys, she wants a tree!’ It was hell to get in the car, but I did it.”
“Oh my gosh, Bucky! It’s perfect! Can you put it in our bedroom? Right by the window?”
“You got it, doll.”
“Thank you. And, uh, stay there. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He pauses mid-stride and looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
She waves the package in her hand at him and says, “I’ve just gotta put your gift on. Shouldn’t take me long… there’s not much to it.”
“It’s really nice to see how much people started shipping Bucky and Sarah, because initially we broke a whole love story with them. There was a scene where Bucky knocks on the door and Sam is not there, in Louisiana, and she answers, and she looks at him and smiles, and he says “I’m Bucky”, and she’s like “I know who you are”. So, we broke the entire love story, and then, again, there’s just no way, like… Unless you’re gonna mangle the actual stories to force Bucky to be in Louisiana enough to make that happen, it just wasn’t working, but I think people felt it in the little bit of space that we had.”
Ok well bucky CAN be in Louisiana enough for it to happen now that he’s free to do whatever the fuck he wants (wait out that NYC apt lease and move)
For everybody talkin’ ‘bout Bucky thinking about Steve’s long-dead mama…or thinking about Sam…or anybody else when he was smiling with his whole heart and CLEARLY had run his eyes over that beautiful Black woman standing right there? HERE is the link to the interview. Right from the mouth of the person who created the damn thing.
Want what your heart wants. Ship who you want. You can do that. But we saw what we saw *and so did you* unless you’re working with a massive case of Denial or something else.
They extensively talked about, wrote, broke, and shot scenes of Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson’s burgeoning love story. But things being what they were, couldn’t fit it into the 6 episode series that had already had its plot messed with by covid. 7 episodes would have made it official. They had 6, and they gave us a big old “hey! check this out!” in episode 5. And it took less than, what, a minute? Hell. YES.
Anyway, I sincerely hope that in Captain America 4, there is at least a little indication that this relationship is official and Sarah Wilson is the new Laura Barton, meaning that we know that at least one Avenger has a Home Life that they return to when they’re not Superhero-ing.
Maybe in a future Avengers flick, some of them visit Delacroix, stay with Bucky and Sarah for a night and have seasoned food out in their backyard.
April Showers Brings Shenanigans and Foolery - The Vacation Edition:
“Vacation Interruptus”
Day 4 — Tuesday Evening
Rated: T
Relationships: InTheDoghouse!Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson
Inspired by Sebastian Stan’s cover story photo spread in L’Officiel hommesmagazine.
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Every time a text from him started with “Sorry Buck,” they knew.
And Sam knew they were on vacation. That’s why he didn’t do his usual text-and-wait-for-Bucky-to-call-backthing.
This time he called directly.
He called just as Sarah and Bucky were getting ready to enjoy the dinner they prepared together.
Being that she’s a Grown-Assed Woman, Sarah didn’t cry, but she wasn’t happy…at all.
Bucky didn’t punch a wall, but he took his cellphone and stalked out the front door, slamming it behind him.
(He knew that slamming doors wasn’t something Sarah tolerated in her home so, by force of habit, that slam was like a last-second pulled punch because had he actuallyslammed the door, it and the frame would’ve had to be replaced on the 1930s-40s era mansion.)
Bucky didn’t do much fieldwork anymore, but he and Sarah knew he could still be called if there was a Situation. It could happen at any time because that’s his job and the nature of the biz: Team Cap. Avengers Adjacent. Superhero.
Call it what you may. It is what it is.
That’s why along with their few pieces of vacation luggage, Bucky brought The Backpack.
The custom-made backpack with special compartments that discreetly held 7 of his fixed-blade knives along with his Work Clothes, some toiletries, and as always, a couple of books. He also had 2 gun scopes and his work laptop with its accessories. The team would have any other as-needed firearms and a burner phone waiting for him on the transport.
The car would be arriving about an hour after Sam’s call.
He had 10 minutes to get packed and prepared, and then time for he and Sarah to…
He wondered if she would even want to talk to him right now, let alone anything else.
While he was outside getting the rundown, she found some Tupperware and packed both his dinner and hers for him to take with, loaded the dishwasher, did a cursory cleanup of the almost already clean kitchen, then she went upstairs to the bedroom, opened the doors leading out onto the balcony overlooking the large swimming pool, and tried to think of anything other than him leaving.
“Jarvis…?”
“Yes, Ms. Wilson…” The A.I. voice coming from the bedroom’s speakers was soft, soothing, and had a posh British accent.
“Pool lights. Grotto setting…please.”
“Very good, ma’am.”
When the lights in the pool and in the surrounding foliage slowly started to glow in the encroaching twilight, they began to cast a soft ambient light up into the bedroom as Bucky quietly walked in.
“Sarah…I didn’t mean to just…and slam the door like that. I was…angry and didn’t want—“
“You’re angry?” she scoffed, but didn’t raise her voice. She also didn’t turn around to face him, either. “Welcome to the club, Bucky.
So…how long before they come get you, and when will you be back?”
(She called me “Bucky”. Shit.)
“The car should be here in about an hour, and Sam says 3 days. I’ll be back on Saturday. Nandi—“
“You got everything you need?”
“I need you. Bast dammit, baby. I don’t want to go. You know I’d—“
“And we both know Sam wouldn’t’ve asked for you if he didn’t need you, but that doesn’t make it…it doesn’t mean I’m happy about this.”
“I know, Sarah. Uxolo—“
“You can be ready in 10. That gives you 50 minutes to get over here and take both our minds off of Sam calling and you leaving me here alone on our vaca—“
He was already across the room and she was in his arms before she finished her sentence.
Touching his forehead to hers, his hands settled on the small of her back, pulling her closer.
“Let’s not talk about Sam, or me leaving. Not right now, Ok? Not when we only have 50 min—“
“40. You’ll have to shower and suit up—“
“We’ll have to shower…” he picks her up and carries her to the bed, “and I can suit up in 5.”
“James…just come back to me safe and in one piece, mthandi.”
“I will, intanda.”
“Youbetter.”
49 minutes and 45 seconds later…
He makes it downstairs just as the car arrives, with 15 seconds to spare.
Reblog Sunday - The AU Edition: The Renaissance Songbooks by @btwxsixesandsevens
One of my favourite SarahBucky AU series was released this past November for the 2021 Fleur De Louve Month on Tumblr.
It’s a self-contained series that takes place during the Renaissance, with Lord Buchanan and his Lady Sarah.
Just little side step from the Jazz-inspired Sarah Bucky Songbooks, you get all of the SarahBucky goodness, with Guest Appearances and a Renaissance era music playlist!
Sam stands in the chapel, looking up at the stained glass and thinking about ends of the world.
Bucky stands just across from him. He’s wearing Sam’s ancient grey US Air Force hoodie and sipping solemnly from a juice box. Sam is thinking maybe they could put a tabletop in – convert some of those pews. In college he’d spent a week bartending to cover for a friend, and he wasn’t half bad.
“So we’re adopting four kids now,” Bucky says, into the quiet.
The chapel isn’t big enough for his voice to echo. It just sounds out, matter-of-fact, and Sam, already wearied by the inescapable, unchangeable burden of life, says,
“Yeah.”
Bucky takes another sip of the juice. It’s apple flavoured; there’s a little cartoon Macintosh on the front with its thumbs up.
“Okay,” he says, and in a way, Sam supposes, that’s the beginning of it all.
Sunday Reblog - The AU Edition: hopelessby@philtstone
Yes, Dystopia, but…so much more about Family & Community and just Living Day to Day.
And also, Love slowly and gently blossoming as The World Ends once again.
The Summary and tags let you know what’s what, but note, you absolutely don’t need to know what “Arcane” is to get this. Do NOT let that stop you from reading this 18 chapter series.
This idea has totally distracted me from writing my main series for the last 2 weeks. Perhaps this moodboard will be enough to quiet it down…or perhaps this is the springboard as well as a moodboard.
Circa 1872: Miss Sarah Wilson meets Sergeant J.B. Barnes at a church fundraiser…they dance.
Sgt. JB Barnes and Miss Sarah Wilson? And dancing??
I’ll be over here waiting with + for a story, because YES, PLEASE.
Tags: SarahBucky, Bucky in the Shower, Singing, Memories, fluffy!
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Thursday was Bucky’s day off. It was the day he had the house to himself all day. On Thursdays, he ran his errands, had his coffee dates with Perry, made sure that Mrs. Barker, the across the street neighbor, didn’t need anything. That Thursday, he trimmed Mrs. Barker’s hedges, for which he was paid with a paperbag full of peaches. He had no idea what he was going to do with them, wondered how many peaches he could eat before he got sick. Probably a lot.
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Thursday was Sarah’s most unpredictable day. Prepping for the weekend rush could be exhausting, some weeks, enough to make her drink. But some weeks, everything aligned and just *worked*. This Thursday was a magical one — no one called in sick, the deliveries all came on time. She was empty handed by noon and decided to treat herself to a few hours at home. Maybe enjoy some time with Bucky before he left to DC for the weekend.
1) I love this fic! Bucky finding and learning to be comfortable with a part of his voice, shouting, through singing. And he picks a song that is in essence a shout from the heart.
And I love the conversation he and Sarah have about why he’s singing, and a little of his history.
2) It’s Adele’s Birthday! I am ever gobsmacked at the sound of her voice on the chorus of this song. It sounds like her heart just opens completely. No extraneous melisma, no screaming. No real acrobatics. Just…singing the damn song.
To paraphrase Sarah: “If you don’t sing along on that part, you just might be a robot.”
Title:Magic of Beginnings Square Filled: I2 - Bookshop - @anyfandomfluffbingo K2 - Lending a Hand - Card B019 - @buckybarnesbingo Artist:Caiti Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson Rating:T Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!! Warnings: Mood board, Alternate Universe Summary: “Don’t start your day with the broken pieces of yesterday. Every day is a fresh start. Each day is a new beginning. Every morning we wake up is the first day of our new life.“ ~Unknown
