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tllgrrl · 14 days ago
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It’s All Greek To Me by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones
Relationships: Bucky Barnes / Sarah Wilson | Rated: SFW | 500 words
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Sarah was standing on the deck of the Paul and Darlene looking out over the water, the sun just about set.
It had been a long, busy day.
The crew had cleaned up hours ago, going home, leaving everything ready for the next day’s work.
It was quiet save for the night sounds of the Delta and the docks.
Bucky walked up behind her, but not so quietly because before she felt his arms around her waist, and his chest against her back, she heard:
”Sarah…”
The same way he said it the first day they met, right here on the dock, when he’d introduced himself, she replied “I’m Sarah”, and he repeated her name like he was actually saying:
It’s always been you. Always.
He nuzzles her neck and she hums her appreciation, then he takes one of her hands, spins her around to face him, she puts her arms over his shoulders, he pulls her closer, and he lightly kisses her mouth.
His hands gently caress her, roam up and down her back, gently press her into him, and he deepens the kiss.
He hears her softly moan from the back of her throat, feels her body relax as she shifts her weight and her back ever so slightly arches.
He feels her heartbeat.
She feels his heartbeat as his hands make a trail down her back, stop at the small of her back, and his left hand slides onto her ass.
He softly moans from the back of his throat, gently but firmly pressing her hips against his.
His hands revel at the feel of flesh and muscle under denim.
She feels the warm fingers of his right hand slide under the waistband of her jeans.
She feels his chest as he deeply inhales.
His fingers run over her smooth skin, and the fabric of lacy panties.
He sighs, and semi-consciously he murmurs into her ear, “Écheis ómorfous gloutoús…”, and he goes in for another kiss.
“Mmmmm…wait. James…did you just…was that Greek? You just said something about my ass…in Greek?” Sarah said, giggling.
Still lost in the kiss, Bucky murmured, “Just one of the languages running around in my brain. Languages somehow never got completely wiped—“
He pulls his head back, chuckles, and with a big smile, he asks her:
“Xereis na milas ellinika? You…do you speak Greek??”
“No! But you said something about “gloutoús”, and I’ve heard that word before.
Remind me some day to tell you about that time we were chartered by a group of tourist from Greece.”
“I will. Come’ere, you…”
And with that, he recaptures her mouth and they once again become lost in breathlessly exploring the taste and feel of each others’ kisses.
They come up for air, hold each other, foreheads touching, and just before he suggests they turn in for the night, below decks, to the waiting makeshift bed…
“Sarah?”
“James?”
“Tell me about that time there was a group of tourists from Greece...”
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4th Annual @fleurdelouvemonth 2024 - SarahBucky Bingo
Row 1, Square 2 - “Dusk”. The story is from 2022, but I decided to revisit the story and do a moodboard for the event.
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fleurdelouvemonth · 1 year ago
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And thus, we bring to an official close the third Fleur De Louve Month 2023! Thank you so much to all the authors and artists and creators who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing content that was created! This list will represent our final master list.
But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?
Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the master list to include them.
The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!
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𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔
Week One Masterlist
𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑾𝑶: 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔
Week Two Masterlist
𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬: 𝑨𝑼 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔
Week Three Masterlist
𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹: 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔
Week Four Masterlist
𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬: 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔
Week Five Masterlist
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Thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this event possible! 
Feel free to bookmark this post and come back to enjoy Fleur De Louve month again and again in the new year.
(Divider credits go to @firefly-graphics)
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fleurdelouve · 2 years ago
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
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Per the ingenious request from an anon, here are Black writers on Tumblr who write for the ship Fleur de Louve (aka SarahBucky) which involves a Black women!
The below information includes their blogs, whether they’re female or male writers, links to their ao3, and how many Fleur de Louve fics they current have posted.
This list is still in progress, so feel free to contact us if you’re Black and would like to be added to this list!
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 @rebellconquerer - female - AO3: rebellconquerer
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 7 fics
- Has also written for: Katara/Zuko, ATLA, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Queen Ramonda, Shuri, Sam Wilson
 @palettesofrenaissance - female - AO3: palettesofrenaissance
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 11 fics
- Has also written for: Black Panther, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Dr. Jason Wilkes, Michelle Jones, Spideychelle, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie from Thor), X-Men, Ava Starr (Ghost from Ant-Man), Gamora, Tyrone Johnson (from Cloak & Dagger), Liz Allan/Cindy Moon, Sam Wilson
 @btwxsixesandsevens - female - AO3: Sixes_and_Sevens
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 26 fics
- Has also written for: Ayo/Aneka, Black Panther, Janna/Rose Tico, Finn (from Star Wars), Jo/Drash, Dragon Age, Misty Knight, Sam Wilson, Star Wars
 @tllgrrl - female - AO3: NefertiriJones
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 48 fics
- Has also written for: Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Sam Wilson, Misty Knight
 @duckybarnes1917 - female - AO3: DuckyBarnes1917
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: alleged wips
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female character
@blackstarising - female - AO3: blackstarising
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson
@hauntedelation - female - AO3: hauntedelation
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female characters, Black self insert
@w00wzerz - female - AO3: WOWJAY
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 2 fics
- Has also written for: Starfire/Dick Greyson (Dickkory) (from Titans), All Rise, Lola Carmichael, Lola Carmichael/Mark Callan, Lola Carmichael/Robin Taylor
@wakandacoconutoil - female - AO3: wakandacoconutoil
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Mel Medarda, Mel/Jayce, Shuri, Black Panther, Arcane: League of Legends
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samwpmarleau · 1 year ago
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fic snippet: as foam upon the sea
meant for @fleurdelouvemonth but regrettably i don’t expect that the full fic will be done within the next two days and i’m already over a week behind the mermaid au prompt day this was supposed to be for (although elements of it apply to the days this week heyo), so i’m posting a piece from the middle of it to show that i participated. i haven’t written for either of these characters before so i really hope this isn’t trash, and if you notice logistical or geographical tomfoolery no you don’t
So abruptly she nearly knocks her head into his, Barnes stops. He searches the horizon — for what, she doesn’t know — his eyes narrowing beneath a growing frown. She treads water beside him, attempting to sense what he apparently does, but all she sees is what she doesn’t see. Just gently rippling blackness meeting an equally black sky broken up only by the pinpricks of starlight and the crescent moon high above.
“What is it?” she whispers.
He had said his arm could sense electro-whatever; maybe that’s happening now, maybe there’s a shark headed their way or something. Though, she doesn’t think Barnes would be quite so on edge if it were as mundane a thing as a shark. And that’s assuming a shark would even bother with them when it could have a much easier time finding different prey.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. With a quiet shink, he withdraws a knife and hands it to her, then reaches for the boltgun strapped across his back.
She has about a dozen questions, but the tension and alertness rolling off him in waves keeps her from voicing any of them. She nervously adjusts and readjusts her grip on the knife, thoroughly unused to wielding such a utensil for any purpose besides cutting nets, cooking, or opening boxes.
Out of nowhere, Barnes snaps his head towards a specific point, no longer having a vague sense of danger. He shoves her roughly behind him, but not soon enough, and Sarah cries out as she feels a searing pain in her side. There’s still nothing above water that she can see; the shot had come from somewhere beneath. She feels another projectile whiz by, but it ricochets off Barnes’s metal arm before it can reach her. Which is where her perception of anything beneath her stops, for Barnes ducks beneath the water. There is nowhere nearby to retreat to, not even a piece of driftwood to use as a meager defense. All Sarah can do is float where she is, not draw further attention to herself, and try not to think about how much she’s bleeding from whatever laceration had been made.
She can’t tell whether it’s a minute or an hour that passes without a single indication of Barnes returning, which brings an entirely new fear to mind: whether he will return, and what it would mean for her if he doesn’t. If he’s been shot, if he’s been killed, if he’s been captured, at best she’ll be stranded in the middle of the ocean with an inventory of a single knife. Worse, HYDRA — and it must be them, of that she has no doubt — will kill her, too.
“You’re gonna be fine,” she tells herself, as if saying it aloud will make it true. “Everything is gonna be fine. This is just your typical aquatic assassination attempt, no problem.”
While it doesn’t lessen her pessimism much, it does at least help keep her focused on something other than sheer fear. She knows all too well how paralyzing fear can be, and that is the last thing she needs right now.
Shutting her eyes, she starts to hum a lullaby Titi used to sing. She can’t remember the words anymore, but she remembers the tune.
She gets a few verses in when she jerks back with a shriek, brandishing her knife at the movement she feels by her feet.
“Watch it!” hisses the movement, whose voice she identifies as Barnes. Wisely, he plucks the knife from her hand and returns it to its sheath.
“What happened?” she asks, hit with a waterfall of relief. She wishes she could see more than vague silhouettes. “That was HYDRA?”
“Yeah,” Barnes says, “They must’ve used some kind of heat signature tracking. Or maybe they caught sight of me back at the beach and dispatched divers to the area they thought I’d go. I don’t think they know exactly where, or they’d have sent more than a few guys armed with spearguns.”
That had to have been what she was grazed with, then, a speargun arrow. She can’t say she’s ever had that before, though she knows it happens back home every now and then, usually to stupid kids not paying attention to what they’re doing.
Of course, she’s fairly certain none of those stupid kids were shot by HYDRA spearguns. She gets the dubious honor of being the first.
“So what now? Are there going to be more where they came from? Do they have beacons or something they could’ve activated?”
“Likely,” Barnes says. He refastens her rope to himself. “We have to go. Once HYDRA notices their divers aren’t moving from this spot, they’ll come. With reinforcements.”
Great.
“So how are we supposed to get out of here?”
“I’ll have to dive.”
“Not all of us can hold their breath for as long as you can. How do you expect me to —”
“I don’t have time to explain.”
“Explain what?”
Barnes answers by cupping her face in his hands and kissing her full on the mouth. Before she can ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing or push him off her, she feels an odd, though not unpleasant, tingling in her lips. A warm burn slides its way into her lungs, as though she’s taken a swig from high-shelf whiskey.
The burn lingers as Barnes drags her beneath the surface of the water. Only then does he pull away, leaving her to panic at the sensation of having no air left in her lungs. That is, until she realizes that she doesn’t need to breathe. As Barnes swims away, the rope connecting them keeping her at pace, Sarah does her best to get her bearings.
Regrettably, for all that she seems to have temporarily acquired Barnes’s breathing ability, that hasn’t affected her eyesight or cognitive processing — she can make out some shapes, but for the most part everything they pass is a complete blur.
Once she gets over the novelty of the breathing part, the unnerving part of being along for the ride settles in. She hadn’t thought much about mermaid locomotion, but if she had, she doesn’t think she’d have banked on them being able to swim this fast. Not that she has a speedometer, but she’s sat seatbelt-less in the bed of a truck barreling down the freeway plenty of times, and this feels much the same. Only more wet. Needless to say, she grips the harness like her life depends on it — which, really, it does.
She also wishes that that kiss — or whatever it was — from Barnes helped with temperature as well, for while it doesn’t seem like they’re going deeper anymore, she’s fucking cold. Solely the fear of being tracked by an evil organization keeps her from tapping Barnes on the shoulder and asking if they could possibly swim a few dozen meters higher.
She puts up with it, knowing the alternative is tempting lethal fate. After a while, she nearly manages to fall asleep, such is her adrenaline crash and the steady fluidity of Barnes’s movements. She’s groggy when finally they stop, some sort of partially enclosed outcrop whose features she can just make out in the burgeoning sunrise. Barnes sets her on the rock and triple-checks both the entrance and surroundings.
Unfortunately, she discovers, the end feels much like the beginning, complete with the sensation of having no air even though now there is plenty of it. Is it possible to suffocate when there’s air to be had? Did Barnes merely delay her death sentence?
Apparently hearing her distress, he approaches with mild concern in his expression amongst the usual cagey neutrality, but his voice is calm as he instructs, “Force it. The air, you have to force it.”
The thought feels impossible. “I — can’t —”
“You can.” He places his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Breathe, Sarah.”
It’s the first time he’s said her name, she realizes, which all by itself is nearly enough to startle her out of her predicament. The touching takes care of the rest; up until now, their only contact has been of necessity, not comfort or even friendliness.
It’s a shaky breath that she draws into her lungs but a breath nonetheless, and once she’s done it, she gulps down as much as she possibly can. The pain in her chest slowly dissipates.
“Are you okay?” Barnes asks.
“Yeah I — I think so. Did you know it was that awful to come out of it?”
“No. I’ve never been around for that part.”
Now that she no longer is suffocating and they’re out of imminent danger, she wonders about the mechanics of the whole thing. “How’d you do it?”
“Something to do with the regenerative properties of the serum, it slows hypoxia. That’s what I was told, anyway.”
“Then why did it feel like I couldn’t breathe?”
“Because,” he says, “if you hold it too long, your body wants to keep the air it has left. It doesn’t realize it doesn’t have to until you force it.”
“That was too long?” she asks. “How long did we swim?”
“Bit over two hours, I think.”
“Two —”
He’d told her he could dive for an hour and a half, two hours maybe. And while with his enhanced strength she must not weigh much, she still weighs something. She takes stock of him, seeing only now that he looks exhausted, his own breath coming in heavier than normal. Never mind the exertion from fighting the combatants and what looks like a nasty gash over his eye dripping blood down the side of his face. He doesn’t appear bothered by it, but she’s been around him enough by this point to know he’s not the kind of person to admit to injury. Who knows what else he might’ve sustained?
Ultimately, she supposes the specifics of it all don’t matter and, frankly, she doesn’t have the patience for any more of a science lesson at the moment. Barnes himself may not even know the full scope. Really, she should celebrate the fact that he’s spoken more to her in the last two minutes than he has the last few days combined.
“So, how’d you figure it out, this breath-sharing thing?” she asks instead. “Got a history of saving damsels in distress, do you?”
She’d meant it as a joke, but a shadow passes over Barnes’s face. “No.”
“Then how —”
“Let me see where you were hit,” he interrupts. “You’re bleeding pretty badly.”
She looks down to see a wide bloom of red is indeed staining her shirt. The pain has become more of a throbbing nuisance than the acute sharpness it was before, though she’s not sure whether that’s a good or bad thing.
Sarah lifts up the hem of her shirt, and immediately wishes she hadn’t. It looks much worse than she thought it would. It still counts as a graze, she’d say, in the grand scheme of things, but an inch further and she’d have a hole straight through her abdomen.
“Seawater is healing,” she says with feeble confidence. It is, but she’s fairly certain this is too big of a wound for that to apply to.
“Stay here,” Barnes directs. “I’ll be back soon.”
He’s gone before she can ask where he’s going, disappearing under the water as quietly as always. She lets out a sigh. One of these days she’s going to make him give her an explanation before darting off.
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tllgrrl · 1 year ago
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One day Sarah, in the course of conversation, said: “Shut your mouth!” he automatically responded, “I’m just talkin’ bout Shaft.”
There had been a lot of explaining to do after that.
…..
Cackling completely out loud.
I think I’ll be smiling thinking about this for the rest of the day.
Thank you for sharing this delightful morsel.
✨⛴️👩🏾‍🦱❤️🧔🏻‍♂️🦾✨
I have a theory that the reason Bucky was just lukewarm to Marvin Gaye's music is that he first listened to it while checking off items from Steve's notebook of things to learn about in the 21st century, almost like a homework assignment. It wasn't until he heard Sarah humming along with background music while she worked on the boat and in the house that he truly thought of modern music as something to be enjoyed for its own sake. Now he loves gospel, and adores Tina Turner along with the Queen of Soul. He remains unimpressed by Marvin Gaye, much to Sam's annoyance and Sarah's amusement.
Thank you, Nonny, for this comment. You sparked something undeniable. I agree with your theory, 100%.
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Bucky tried, really tried. Following directions was a habit he couldn’t shake. So when Sam told him to listen to Marvin Gaye’s “Trouble Man” album, he’d done so with all the diligence of a straight-A student. He didn’t get it. He even tried to watch the movie it was a soundtrack for — he just had Vision pull it up, or down load it, or whatever…Good lord, he could watch a 50-year-old movie on demand! — but it didn’t help. That took him down an Internet rabbit hole (another modern miracle slash nuisance) of watching Blaxploitation flicks while he sat around Avengers Tower. He came back to Louisiana feeling absolutely enlightened. One day Sarah, in the course of conversation, said: “Shut your mouth!” he automatically responded, “I’m just talkin’ bout Shaft.” There had been a lot of explaining to do after that. But still, didn’t get it.
Saturdays were for cleaning around the Wilson house. And it came with music. Bucky knew what he was in for when Sarah tied her hair up high and turned the radio up loud. It was usually songs from the 70s and 80s, lots of “funk” with a sprinkling of R&B and Gospel. To keep him on his toes, he figured. It made the housekeeping fun, reminded him of being in the service, when the band on base would play over the loudspeaker. He’d once been caught dancing with a mop handle while scrubbing the mess hall. That was a long time ago. This was now though. He was out back dumping out the trash, when he heard Sarah say: “Oh, that’s my JAM!” Then her fumbling to get to the speaker to start the song over and turn it up. He didn’t think much of it. It started out reasonable enough: “Now we’re gonna take the beginning of this song, and do it easy. But then we’re gonna do the finish, rough. That’s the way we do, Proud Mary.” It had a nice, almost sweet, beat to it. A little groove. They were on a river, the Mississippi he presumed, and singing and happy, and yeah, fine. He came in the door to see her slowly mopping the floor with broad sweeps: “Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, popped a lot of tang down in New Orleans.” “Popped a lot of tang?” he’d have to look that one up. Seventies slang was really hard to track. He kept working, straightening up the mudroom. Then, as the kids say, the beat dropped. The horns came in. Sarah started singing. “Big wheel keep on turnin’, Proud Mary keep on burnin’!” The background singers stepped in and it felt like an actual presence in the room, like a whole damn band had shown up. Sarah didn’t see him. Or didn’t care. Because she was dancing, eyes closed, feet moving frantically, singing into the end of the mop handle as she dragged in across the floor: “Rolling on the river! Doot doot doot doot! Da doot doot doot doot!” The mop was both dance partner and microphone stand. The table was the audience. The kitchen counter, the band. She commanded it all, her feet double pumping as she danced, her arms spread wide. It was joyous and loud and silly and perfect. Then she came to the end, one hand over head, with the other she dropped the mop with a clatter and said, proudly to no one: “Mike drop!” Then she bowed. So Bucky clapped. Of course he did. Sarah startled back to the present and saw him standing in the door way, grin wide. “Bucky B Barnes if you don’t get back to work!” she snapped, embarrassed and entertained simultaneously, snatching the mop back up into her hands. “Sorry Kitten, had to…quite the performance.” “If you tell anyone…” “Don’t have to. Everyone in town heard you.” That’s how Bucky met Tina Turner. The second love of his life.
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Just in time for the end of SarahBucky month.
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blackstarising · 3 years ago
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james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes taking the boys to the barber shop for the first time while sarah's doing deliveries
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes falling asleep on the couch and aj commissioning him at 2:37 in the morning him to 'go all winter soldier' on the monster hiding in his dresser drawer
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes spending the last few minutes before his and sam's flight from thailand to get the boys candy, as promised
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes nagging the boys to wear their sunscreen because black people get skin cancer too, you hear me-
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes carrying cass, who's about as tall as him at 15, off to bed after he falls asleep doing his homework
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes swallowing back tears the first time aj cries my stepdad's here! when he picks him up from school
james buchanan "i don't know how to do this" barnes folding the boys in his arms after coming home from a particularly hard mission, breathing in the scent of their cocoa butter lotion and pomade and axe body spray, and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads
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justsomeoneunordinary · 3 years ago
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Cool Beans
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Week One of the SarahBucky month @fleurdelouvemonth/@fleurdelouve
Day two: Coffee Shop AU: Hot Apple Cider
Yeah, I didn’t plan to write a ficlet for this prompt either. I really only wanted to post the board and that’s it. But somehow I ended up barfing all these words out at 4am when I was supposed to be asleep? So here it is anyway.
(W1,D1 / W2,D1 / W2,D3 / W2,D4 / W2,D5 / W3,D2 / W3,D4 / W4,D3 / W4,D5 / W5,D1 / W5,D2 / W5,D4)
T, 951 words, Coffee Shop AU, Meet-Cute, Awkward Flirting | AO3
Look, Sarah knows this is ridiculous. She just drove past three different coffee shops before she finally reached “Cool Beans”, and she can’t even claim she went all this way for the coffee. She doesn’t even like coffee. And if she did, she has a perfectly functioning coffee machine at home. So, there’s not necessarily a good explanation to why she just drove almost an hour to this particular establishment.
Except for her curiosity.
See, there’s a barista working at “Cool Beans”, going by the name of Bucky, a friend of Sam’s friend Steve and somewhat Sam’s friend as well—apparently a veteran too. None of that is actually relevant though, the point is, Sam keeps describing him as “an absolute pain in my ass”.
Sam hasn’t described anyone as a pain in his ass besides her ever since she realized as a fourteen-year-old that obnoxious behavior is the best way to keep overprotective brothers at bay. This title belongs to her, and her only. Well, until now.
Naturally, she got curious about this Bucky person. If he managed to outdo her in annoying Sam, that means she has to step up her game. It’s in her job description as a sister, after all.
Yes, she’s aware how ridiculous this is. Yes, she’s doing it anyway.
Soft jazz music welcomes her as she enters the café, accompanied by the quiet murmur of the few costumers. While looking around, she has to agree with Sam inwardly; this is a bit of a hipster joint. But still nice. Relaxed.
She doesn’t plan to stay though. She’s just going to get herself a drink—maybe a hot apple cider, there’s nothing better but something hot and sweet on a chill day like today—take a look at the Bucky guy, and then leave again and never come back.
But then her eyes land on the barista and her plans change slightly.
A glance at the name tag tells her that this is Bucky, which he can impossibly be. For one, he doesn’t even have a man-bun like the annoying hipster he’s supposed to be. For another, he’s… well. He’s really hot. That’s definitely something Sam failed to mention.
“Hi!” Bucky greets her with none of the grumpiness Sam complained about, and instead with all the chirpiness someone in his line of work is forced to show. “Welcome to Cool Beans! What can I do for you?”
Take me out on a date, she thinks as she looks for a second too long at his defined arm muscles. He looks like he could easily hold her against a wall for hours and devour her. And that’s maybe not a thought she should continue in public.
She feels blood rushing to her face and quickly averts her eyes, pushing the images in her mind away, thus trying to stop the blush. God, she hasn’t felt that flustered in years. Since her husband’s death, to be precise.
“A hot apple cider,” she says with an inconspicuous smile on her lips, trying not to show the thought train she rode on just a few seconds ago.
Bucky winks at her. “Something sweet for something sweet, got it.” And then cringes instantly after the last word is spoken.
Sarah can’t help herself but laugh at his silliness. “That was terrible.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Bucky sighs defeated. It’s admittedly kind of charming.
She still grins widely as her laughter ebbs, and offers, “Let’s start over, shall we? Hi Bucky, I’m Sarah.”
The bright smile she gets in turn is almost blinding. “Hey Sarah, I’m Bucky.” Then, his smile turns to a frown when he adds, “Which you know because you said my name already. Because I am wearing a name tag. So I didn’t have to repeat my name again and make myself a fool. Yeah. You know what? I think I’ll just,” he gestures at the machines while he clumsily walks backwards, “make the apple cider you ordered. Yeah? Great!” And with that he turns away, a touch of pink on his cheeks visible.
Sarah bites hard on her lip to not start laughing again. Poor guy already looks like he’s going to burn up in flames—she doesn’t want to add to his mortification. What she wants to do though, is check that backside out. So, she does. Leaning subtly over the counter, risking a little glance and—yup. That backside definitely checks out.
When Bucky comes back handing her the hot apple cider, smiling shyly, Sarah feels warmth rise in her body deep from within. She’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with the drink either. “There you go. Hope I will have the pleasure to meet you again?” There’s a spark of... something in his eyes as he asks.
Sarah is pretty sure she’s not just misinterpreting his friendliness as flirting, so she says with a cheeky wink, “I might be inclined to come by for another drink… And maybe more.”
The smile he sends her at that could lighten the entire building. “Cool beans,” he says in lieu of a goodbye—and promptly thumps his head against one of the coffee machines.
This time Sarah does laugh. Loudly so. She hears a quiet “‘Cool beans?’ What the fuck, Barnes?” before the doors fall shut behind her, the soft jazz music exchanged with the loud street noise instead.
The laughter still lingers as she takes her first sip of the sweet and welcoming hot drink. Considering the weather in these upcoming days, she’ll definitely have to get herself another one tomorrow. And the day after that. And maybe even the day after that too. She’s got a good reason to drive up here now, after all.
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pxresoxl · 3 years ago
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For @fleurdelouve and @fleurdelouvemonth
SarahBuckyMonth2021 - Moodboard
Week 3 - Trope Town, part 1
Day 1 - Fake dating/Fake Married
(Tried fitting in the theme 😅 sorta turned out to be more of an actual wedding)
[Filter credits - @honey.polarr on Polarr]
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spinachgarden · 3 years ago
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Fleur de Louve Month Week 2 Day 2: Angst
Prompt: Rainy Night - Old Promise, 490 words
It’s pouring rain, coming down fast and hard, soaking through her sweater and into her skin, cold and miserable, but she can’t bring herself to go inside to get her jacket. He’ll be home any moment now, she tells herself. The mission was supposed to be three days, and this is the fourth - one extra day is nothing to worry over, and anyway, he’ll be home tonight. Any moment now, his car will pull up in the driveway and he’ll step out, maybe with a couple of fresh bruises but otherwise alright. He’ll hug her tight, kiss her, then go say hi to the boys. After, she’ll look him over, make sure that his injuries have been seen to, heat some leftovers for him and help him into the shower, and then they’ll fall into bed together and he’ll remind her, over and over again, that he’s safe and that he’s here.
That’s how it always goes, so tonight will be no different. He’s one day late, not a big deal, and he’ll be home any minute now.
Sarah shivers as the wind whips across her soaked face, raising goosebumps on her arms and neck. It must be past midnight at this point, so dark outside that her flickering porch light doesn’t let her see past the front lawn, and she wishes now that she’d thought to put better shoes on than just her slippers.
He’s never not called before, is the thing. If he’s running late, if a mission goes long, he always lets her know. Someone does, at least - sometimes Torres or Sam call her if Bucky can’t, but as long as she knows he’s safe, she’s alright with that. This time, she didn’t get a call.
What if-
No. She’s not going to start thinking like that yet. The rain starts coming down harder, if that’s even possible, and Sarah wraps her arms around herself in a pitiful attempt to conserve body heat. Another round of shivers wracks her body but she forces herself to endure them, to keep her eyes on the driveway.
He will come home to her. He always comes home to her. He promised he would, when she told him she couldn’t lose another husband. He promised.
Slowly, she sinks onto the porch step. The wet wood soaks through the seat of her jeans, but she’s so cold now that it doesn’t really make a difference.
“You promised,” she tells the night sky. “You promised you’d always come home to me. So come home, damnit.”
In her pocket, her phone starts ringing. Sarah’s heart leaps into her throat and she smiles -
At least if she knows he’s alright, that’s enough for her.
“Bucky?” she says breathlessly without checking the caller ID.
“Sarah,” it’s Sam’s voice, not Bucky’s, but maybe he just doesn’t have time to call right now.
Maybe the catch in Sam’s throat is something else.
“It’s Bucky,” Sam says. “He’s-”
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sarifinasnightmare · 2 years ago
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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Helmut Zemo & Original Female Character(s), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Helmut Zemo, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Original Female Character(s), Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Alpine the Cat (Marvel) Additional Tags: Romance, Young Love, Christmas Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - College/University, Not Canon Compliant, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Gift Exchange, christmas writing prompt, Fleur De Louve 2022, Protective Steve Rogers, Eventual Smut Summary:
Sarah is studying abroad in Romania and hopes to have a nice Christmas even though she is far from home. Her new co-worker at the coffee shop, James, immediately has eyes for her and after their first contact she can't help but look back.
Your Prompt/Assignment: "Help me with these lights?" / Coffee Shop AU or College AU
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tllgrrl · 10 days ago
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SEASONINGS by @tllgrrl aka Nefirtiri Jones
Bucky Barnes & Princess Shuri | Rated: SFW
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Summary: Bucky calls in a last minute favor, gets a package from Home, and a phone-call from a Princess.
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”What was that spicy chicken you brought home last time you and Sam stopped off at Wakanda for your arm?” Sarah asked. “That chicken was somethin’ else.”
”Yeah! It was really good!” Cass agreed, carefully pulling a log out of the Jenga tower.
”Your chicken is really good too, Mama,” AJ offered. “But you said it. That spicy chicken was something else!”
That’s all Bucky needed to hear. That was a new mission, and he gladly accepted it.
But there was one key ingredient missing from his Spices and Seasonings Stash in Sarah’s pantry. He didn’t want to use substitute ingredients, so he called in a favor.
A few days later…
He parked his bike in its usual spot by the garage, and he could see the package on the porch as he approached the back door.
The box had the usual shipping labels on it, but there were familiar red stamps on the bottom corner.
One, the insignia of the Royal House. The other stamp, a circle with 3 crossed spears inside it, meant that someone had personally made sure the package arrived safely.
His kimoyo vibrated, then his phone rang, and before he could speak, a bright voice greeted him.
[”Hello!!”]
“Hey, Shuri. The package is here. Thank you.”
“No problem. The extra items you requested from the Spice Market is in there. Ahmed and Mairah send their greetings and mentioned something about including a lagniappe for you and Sarah.
I would have brought the box myself so I could enjoy the meal you have planned, but something came up and I had to meet with M’Baku and the Council.”]
”The boys would have gotten a kick out of seeing you again.”
[“How are my play cousins?”]
“AJs Mathletes team won regionals, thanks in part to your coaching. They’re going to the State championships. Cass is on the school’s yearbook committee. He’s the first Sophomore ever picked to help edit.”
[“That’s wonderful! And how is my usisi?”]
“Sarah’s great. She’s amazing. I keep trying to get her to hire a few more people so she can take a break, but she really enjoys her work. The business has turned a corner and she’s thriving. I help whenever I can.
I know sometimes I can be what she calls extra—“
[“Don’t I know it!”]
He could almost hear the exaggerated eye roll.
[“So true!!”]
He recognized the other familiar voice. It made him smile, and brought a little bit of homesickness.
“Zat Ayo? Tell her I said Hi, and that Sarah hasn’t thrown me to the gators. Yet.”
[��If that happens, when Sam retrieves the arm he knows where to bring it!”]
“Really? Is that what we’re doin’?”
[“Yes, it is.”]
“Anyway, Sarah asked me to tell you thanks for the gift. We both—”
[“You had better not be using up her hair products, White Wolf.”]
“No, no! I don’t use it alone. We use it together when we..uh…never mind.”
[“I can hear you blushing over the phone!”] she laughs.
”Come on! Give an old man a break, will ya?” he pleads, gladly accepting the gentle ribbing.
[”Oh, but what fun would that be?!”] she replied. [“I remember that you like the shampoo and conditioner from the Golden City Barbershop.
I’m told that when my Father was a young man, he used to put a tiny bit of their hair oil in his beard. Mother said she loved the way it looked and smelled, and that his majestic beard was what first caught her eye! Don’t worry. In the next package, I’ll send enough of our hair products for your whole family.”]
“I appreciate it, Shuri. I really do.”
[“But Sarah’s is for her.”]
He sometimes massages the hair oil onto Sarah’s scalp, and she puts a few drops in her palms, rubs them together and runs her hands through his hair and beard. It’s soothing, and one of his favourite fragrances, reminding him of the calm he felt in Wakanda, before the peace he finally found in Delacroix, Louisiana.
“Message received,” he said, and Shuri could hear the smile that came from deep inside his heart. She was glad to hear it. “Even when things are a little rough, they’re pretty damn good. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
[“You deserve some happiness, Bucky. You deserve to have some life, like your friend Steve got. And as for good and rough times, there’s that saying about variety being the spice of life. I think you have it there.
May Bast continue to smile on you and your family.”]
“Thanks again. Bast keep you safe, your highness.”
[“Hey! What did I say about all that your highness stuff!”]
“Ndizakubona, Shuri.
[“See you soon!”]
He pocketed his phone, picked up the box and headed inside, to get started on the peri-peri chicken he was now going to be able to make for dinner, now that he had all the proper seasonings.
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@fleurdelouvemonth 2024 SarahBucky Bingo — Row 3, Square 2: Seasonings
(A moodboard will follow, but I wanted to get this in before midnight tonight. )
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fleurdelouvemonth · 1 year ago
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2023 Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky) Ship Month Prompts
This is collaboration with the original announcement post.
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Below you'll find a transcript of all the prompts for this year's ship month event! (For those who couldn't see it on the original image.) It's a mix of dialogue, subject, AU, and seasonal prompts. We tried to be versatile this year, so we hope you like them.
Don't be shy! Late comers are welcome, and late submissions are welcome as well. None of these have to be completed in order the day of/day before.
All that we ask is, if you like this ship and want to see more, then join us in the fun! No submission will be turned away.
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Week 1: Food Prompts (Nov. 1 to 5)
Halloween Candy
Sweet Potato Pie
Pumpkin
Chai tea
Soup
Week 2: Dialogue Prompts (Nov. 6 to 12)
"There's no place like home."
"I think it looks nice."
"Tell me a story." "I don't know any stories."
"You've got leaves in your hair."
"I love you, but you have the worse poker face I've ever seen."
"Do that again."
"Would you like to dance?"
Week 3: AU Prompts (Nov. 13 to 19)
Celebrity/Bodyguard AU
Coffee Shop/Bakery AU
College Professors AU
Space AU
Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU
Med School/Doctors AU
Mermaid/Pirates AU
Week 4: Seasonal Prompts (Nov. 20 to 26)
Falling leaves
Chilly mornings
Apple picking
Football game
Gratitude
Sweaters
Family dinner
Week 5: Tropes Prompts (Nov. 27 to 30)
They were roommates
Friends-to-lovers
Bed sharing
Found family
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fleurdelouve · 1 year ago
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Since we had about 83% people vote that they wanted another annual event, and about 16% people said they did not, this question of the week goes out to those who DO want to have and participate in an annual event:
For 2023 what would you like this year's event to be focused on?
2021 was prompt-focused on mostly seasonal and holiday-based prompts
2022 was a gift exchange (which didn't go well, unfortunately)
Another prompt based event, or not? Do you want to do something new, such as a bingo? Also, share the topics you would like to work with! 💛
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princessmisery666 · 4 years ago
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June 2021 - Fic Recs Master List
Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose read. 
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I was in a bit of a Dean Winchester hole this month! 
📚Dean Winchester 
Roots - @percywinchester27 - a sweet and fluffy drabble
Dean Lives Forever - @idreamofplaid - Jensen is having a hard time with Supernatural being over. The reader has an idea to help him deal with his feelings.
Screwing With The Evidence - @flamencodiva - Sam and Y/N face Dean after a one-night encounter.
Bad Days - @peridottea91 - Sam and Dean return from a hunt gone wrong. Sometimes it’s okay to let someone see you hurt.
Not A Dry Pair - @deanwinchesterswitch​ - A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a ‘groupie’.
Cold As Ice - @waywardbaby​ - He has the wrong idea about her. Will he get the chance to change his mind?
Hot As Fire - @waywardbaby​ - What he told her he thought of her wasn’t entirely true. Will she cave?
The Chesterfield House - @idreamofplaid - Working a case together as “newlyweds” leads Dean to see the reader in a whole new light.
Moves - @waywardbaby - It’s basically Reader’s POV on all the things that make this man special and more specifically how his moves affect her
Together We Are The Storm - @deanwinchesterswitch - Angry with the way the brothers have been treating her, the reader decides to take matters into her own hands and fight through the storm that is Dean Winchester.
📚Jensen Ackles
Welcome Home - @there-must-be-a-lock - Got an anonymous request for a praise kink drabble! Here’s some soft dom Jensen and reunion sex. The (drool-worthy) panties mentioned can be seen here.
📚Sam Winchester
Not Exactly Apple Pie - @idreamofplaid - Sam gave up the love of his life to go hell and save the world, but he never got over her.
Save Me - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble - Sam saves the reader from a monster. 
The Meadow - @winchest09 - Can you write about Sam taking the reader to a meadow for a sunset picnic?!
Cry No More series link to pt.1 - @fangirlxwritesx67 - The rest of Sam Winchester’s life, stories of what happened between the moments and years the show gave us in the finale.
The Three Times You Met Sam Winchester - @jamielea81 - clues in the title 😜
Alone In The Bunker - @fangirlxwritesx67 - Prompt: First Kiss.
📚Steve Rogers
U + Ur Hand - @cockslut-padalecki - All alone one night, Steve’s thoughts wander.
The Dumb Bet - @deaan - it’s Sam’s bachelor party and Bucky has a bet with him regarding you that ultimately gets you and Steve together.
Two Can Play This Game - @jurassicbarnes - Sunshine Steve Rogers is the type to blush when you sit in his lap on a group movie night only to finger f**k you as soon as the light dim.  
📚Chris Evans
Happy Birthday & Alternate Ending - @jamielea81 - Ouch😢 Chris revaluates his life on his birthday. 
Gone - @jamielea81 - sequel to Happy Birthday (the angsty ending)
Sunglasses - @jamielea81 -  just some cute Sunday morning fluff.
The Bet - @jamielea81 - It all started with a $20 bet with Scott Evans.
📚Clark Kent 
The Nearness of You - @girl-next-door-writes - A heartbroken Clark celebrates his mother’s birthday and finds that sometimes the sweetest moments are the unexpected ones.
📚Bucky Barnes
Welcome Back - @firefly-in-darkness - You welcome back your favourite supersoldier.
Forever - @samwilsons-pillowpecs - A BuckySarah short story
Creams and Comfort - @deaan - You wake up in the middle of the night to a loud noise to find Bucky standing in front of the bathroom mirror, hating the marks on his body
Proof Of Heart - @suitofvibraniumarmor - Maverick and Pepper meet for both business and personal reasons; Dr. Raynor informs Bucky of a new condition to his pardon.
Acapulco - @negans-lucille-tblr - Y/N can think of worse places than Acapulco to be undercover. And she can think of worse people than Sam Wilson to be her fake boyfriend. Even if her friend with benefits is a little jealous watching from the sidelines.
📚Sam Wilson 
Seen - @pinknerdpanda​ - Even when only a flicker of the woman you once were remains, Sam sees you.
Bringing The Cheer - @amanda-teaches - When you’re feeling sad, your best friend, Sam, has just the plan to cheer you up. What over the top gesture does he have planned for you this time?
Last Light - @firefly-in-darkness - Will you survive without Sam?
📚Sirius Black
Imagine being best friends with Sirius Black - @deaan - bffs to lovers that’s what. 
📚Andy Barber
Put You In Your Place - @cockslut-padalecki - Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.
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spinachgarden · 3 years ago
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Fleur de Louve Month Week 5 Day 2: Domestic Fluff
Prompt: Sharing Breakfast - 1.2k words
He wakes with the sunrise, warm and content. Sunlight pools in through the open window, casting beautiful golden rays across Sarah’s still sleeping face. Unable to help himself, he presses a soft kiss to her cheek, smiling when she mumbles something incoherent and nuzzles deeper into the pillow. She’s beautiful like this, calm, her hair wrapped in a purple silk scarf that matches her pajamas - a set he bought her last Christmas.
Tenderly, he traces his fingers over her cheekbone, then kisses the tip of her nose and slips out of bed silently. He knows where all the creaky floorboards in the room are, so it’s easy enough to avoid them as he slips into a pair of pajama pants and a hoodie. From there, he creeps down the stairs, into the kitchen, and puts the coffee on.
It seems like a breakfast in bed kind of morning - it’s Sarah’s first day off from the restaurant in weeks, and Sam has taken the boys out for the weekend. She deserves it. Bucky gingerly lifts the waffle iron from the cabinet beside the stove and sets it to preheat, then gets started making the batter. It’s Sarah’s dad’s recipe - the cardstock it’s printed on is old and weathered, the writing slightly faded from years of use. She’s got a million cards just like this one - for her wedding, her parents and grandparents sat and wrote down all of the family recipes so she could have her own copies. Now, with all of them dead, the memory and history of her family lives on.
He wishes he had something like that - the Wilsons have passed knowledge and sentimental items down for generations and Sarah loves each one dearly. Sometimes she’ll sit at the table, planning out dinners for the week before grocery shopping, and just run her fingers over her mother’s writing, lost in memories. She’s told him about learning to cook in this very same kitchen, her mother or father or grandmother or grandfather standing behind her, guiding her small hands to knead dough or measure spices. Every inch of the kitchen is well worn and well loved, decades of showing affection through cooking apparent in the photos hung on the walls, smiling children with smiling parents, going so far back that the portraits are in black and white and yellowed with age.
Bucky tries to model that same affection through food as he makes breakfast. Sarah deserves more, he knows she does, but this is something that she understands, that’s familiar and safe to her. Breakfast in bed may not be a lavish restaurant or a weeklong getaway to a remote island, but it’s <i>home</i> for her, something she must’ve seen her parents do a hundred times over what she speaks of as a very happy, loving marriage. For a moment he just smiles down at the recipe card in his hand, tracing his thumb over the block letters on the page.
Makes: enough to feed my Darlene is scrawled at the bottom with a little heart.
Perhaps, he thinks, it’ll be the right amount for Sarah as well. Bucky pours the batter into the waffle iron and waits, then flips it when it dings and waits again. Each waffle comes out golden brown, crisp on the edges, two stacked neatly on top of each other. He pairs it with some fresh strawberries from the fridge - Sarah loves strawberries - then puts butter and syrup on the side of the tray and carries it all up to the bedroom.
She’s still asleep when he comes back in, now on his side of the bed, her face buried in his pillow, smiling even in her sleep. He almost doesn’t want to wake her - she looks peaceful, unworried by the stresses of everyday life.
But it’d be a shame to waste the waffles, so he clears his throat as quietly as he can and murmurs “Good morning, love.”
“No,” Sarah mumbles into the pillow.
Bucky huffs a soft laugh. “Alright,” he says. “Guess I’ll just eat all these waffles myself, then.”
That, at least, wakes her up. Sarah drags herself up into a seated position, eyes still closed, and scrubs a hand over her face. “Waffles?” she chirps, taking a deep breath in through her nose. Only then does she open her eyes, slowly at first, blinking hard to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the window.
“Waffles,” Bucky confirms as he gently places the tray in her lap.
“Baby,” Sarah says softly, “is this my dad’s recipe?”
“It is,” Bucky says. On the bed, Sarah crosses her legs and pats the space in front of her. Wordlessly, Bucky drops into the open spot and crosses his legs, mirroring her. “Never made waffles before. Hope they pass muster.”
“They smell amazing,” Sarah says, “thank you, honey.”
“Don’t thank me until you taste them,” he teases. His eyes never leave her face - she’s smiling wistfully down at the plate, her hands hovering over the cutlery on the opposite side of the tray beside the coffee - made with two cream and one sugar, exactly how she likes it.
Sarah chuckles softly under her breath and un-stacks the waffles, placing one beside the other on the plate. Next, she divvies up the strawberries so that they’re split evenly between the two waffles and drops a pad of butter on each before drizzling them lightly with syrup. She takes a bite, smiles and hums contentedly, then passes the fork to Bucky.
“This is your breakfast,” he says with a raised eyebrow. “Are they that bad?”
“They’re perfect,” she says. “You followed the recipe to the letter, didn’t you?”
“I know better than to mess with your family recipes,” Bucky says seriously.
Sarah nods her approval. “Well,” she says, “I know the recipe said it’s enough to feed just my mom. But what would actually happen is that he’d make two waffles and bring ‘em up to her for breakfast, just like you did, and then my momma would split them up, just like I did, and he’d tell her that it was her breakfast, and then they’d end up passing the fork back and forth because my dad never brought up two forks even if the same thing happened every time.” Her smile widens as she says it, sparkling in the sunlight. “They were so in love,” she continues. “Until the day they died, they were in love.”
She offers the fork to him again, and this time he takes it. The waffles are delicious - crisp exterior, fluffy and soft interior, perfectly sweet and buttery, paired nicely with the tartness of the strawberries. He smiles at the taste, then smiles wider when he passes the fork back to Sarah.
It takes a long time for them to finish their breakfast - between each bite they share a syrupy kiss, smiling and laughing until they’re on the last morsels, and when they’re done, Sarah sets the tray on the bedside table and wraps her arms around Bucky. It’s a little awkward, their legs tangled between them, but they make it work, their kisses lingering longer and longer as they slowly work their way under the covers, laying down beside each other, content to be wrapped in the haze of a really great morning.
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jbarneswilson · 2 years ago
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I posted 3,488 times in 2022
That's 2,015 more posts than 2021!
418 posts created (12%)
3,070 posts reblogged (88%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@jemgirl86
@strangeprincex
@bisexualspace
@ponderation
@glittercake
I tagged 2,008 of my posts in 2022
Only 42% of my posts had no tags
#sam wilson - 253 posts
#and that’s my queue - 245 posts
#bucky barnes - 213 posts
#sarah wilson - 141 posts
#tfatws - 128 posts
#sarahbucky - 119 posts
#captain america - 117 posts
#i want to go to there - 89 posts
#buckysarah - 70 posts
#steve rogers - 69 posts
Longest Tag: 95 characters
#in the battle of time in the battle of will it’s only your hope and your heart that gets killed
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
randomly thinking, like ya do, about how some fans persist in alleging that bucky only said sarah’s name like that because of steve’s mom having the same name and…
here’s the thing:
that only makes sense if bucky wanted to fuck the living daylights out of sarah rogers, okay?
and now my brain is like “… amanda… what if you… what if you did a bad thing, amanda? what if you wrote a fic about bucky thirsting after sarah rogers?”
70 notes - Posted January 18, 2022
#4
i hope wherever anthony mackie is that he’s having a good day and that no one asks him about chris fucking evans or sebastian stan for five fucking minutes
74 notes - Posted September 11, 2022
#3
bucky: oatmeal raisin is the worst cookie. they are a crime against tastebuds everywhere. who the fuck came up with them.
sarah: oatmeal raisin is my favorite
bucky: i, too, love oatmeal raisin. it is, in fact, the superior cookie and anyone who dislikes it should be in jail.
93 notes - Posted January 6, 2022
#2
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picture id: first time ever, german men’s national team wore the women’s national team shirt (with 2 stars) as a show of support to gain attention for the women’s euros which start next month. football needs more of this empathy and solidarity to grow the game 🇩🇪👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾🏆
95 notes - Posted June 7, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
cannot believe that i had to get myself out of bed on international womens day. where is the fleet of men to carry me around all day and wait on me hand and foot wtf
689 notes - Posted March 8, 2022
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