#sarah wilson fanfic
Jazz Standards, Vol 3, Chapter 5isLIVE, people!!
(Please make sure to read the Notes and tags. Adult content in this chapter.)
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.
To be continued…
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Notes:
nandi/ubumnandi: “sweetness”, “delightful”, “tasty” (isiXhosa).
intanda: “beloved” (iXhosa)
mthandi: “lover” (isiXhosa)
(Edited for consistency in naming convention, punctuation and grammar. Structure not involved/affected.)
Volume 3, Chapter 4 is LIVE…with a Special Guest.
The story…the adventure…continues.
Jazz Standards, Vol 3 - Chapter 8 - “Royal Garden Blues”, Part 2 is LIVE!
Sarah’s adventures in Wakanda with Bucky continue.
You want Romance? Look no further. It’s in The Garden.
Part of The Sarah Bucky Songbooks
Please read the tags! Adult content ahead. Not intended for minors.)
B-Sides: Sing, Sing, Sing
Next installment in The Sarah Bucky Songbooks MasterList
Fluff! I can write Fluff. Here’s some, take it!
Summary: Sometimes when you can’t talk, you sing.
Tags: SarahBucky, Bucky in the Shower, Singing, Memories, fluffy!
Words:1.7k
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.
Read the rest on Ao3:
Bonus Song for this one:
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.”
