#sarah wilson fanfiction

[drabbles-mc]

It's Not Brooklyn

Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson & Steve Rogers

Written for the Gen Freeform Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, fluff, found family

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: I wrote this for an exchange a little while back and i finally get to post it here! this was such fun to write so i hope y'all enjoy this little glimpse of Steve getting to meet Sam's family 🥰

It hadn’t taken Sam very long to put the offer out there once he started spending more time with Steve. He knew that Steve wasn’t going to go for it right away, but Sam wasn’t going to let that stop him from continuing to make the offer. He knew, even without Steve coming right out and saying it, that he was in need of someone to lean on.

Sam hadn’t been able to get Steve to show up and participate in group, even though Sam stood by the belief that it would be helpful for him on multiple fronts. Steve hadn’t caved to that idea just yet. Even though Steve hadn’t come around to that just yet, it wasn’t as though he’d boxed Sam out completely. The two of them had met up a couple times—coffee, lunch, whatever place was closest to both of them during any given conversation. Eventually Sam invited Steve over, and after that Steve figured it was only right that he return the favor.

The first time that Sam went over to Steve’s apartment was the first time that he brought up New Orleans.

He hadn’t gone into the evening with the intention of bringing any of it up, his hometown, his family. But when he got to Steve’s place, when he looked around while Steve kept himself busy cooking in the kitchen, he couldn’t help but notice the fact that Steve’s apartment might’ve been neat and tidy but it didn’t quite feel like a home. It made sense—Steve’s entire life was about seventy years in the past and he hadn’t been able to bring any of it with him.

“You do any traveling?” Sam asked as he sat at the counter that separated Steve’s kitchen from his living room. He already had a vague idea of the answer. He saw the look Steve tossed his way from where he stood at the stove and he chuckled. “For fun, I mean. Not, you know, not Saving America-related.”

Steve laughed quietly as he turned his attention back to the meal he was trying to pull together. “No, I haven’t.”

“Too busy?”

“That too.” There was a pause, and Steve knew Sam well enough by that point to know that if he didn’t speak up and elaborate, Sam would be perfectly content to sit there in silence for the rest of the night until Steve changed his mind about it. “Wouldn’t even know where to start, where to go.” He fiddled with the heat on the stove. “Feels like I barely got my bearings here.”

Sam nodded even though Steve wasn’t facing him. “It’s not Brooklyn.”

Steve had to laugh at that. “No, it’s not Brooklyn. It’s also,” he set the spoon down and turned completely around so that he was facing Sam head-on, “not the forties anymore.”

Sam’s smile was full of empathy. “That’s true too.”

There was a beat before Steve righted his expression. “Were you about to recommend a travel agent to me?”

“No, no.” Sam toyed with the beer bottle in front of him. “You ever make it to New Orleans?”

Steve shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Never had a reason to. Why? Recommend it?”

His smile was blinding. “That’s my town, man! Where I’m from!”

Steve chuckled, tension melting out of him. “That right?”

“Yeah. If you ever wanna go, let me know. I’m due for a trip back home anyway.”

“Your family still there?”

He nodded. “Yeah—my sister and nephews. Little punks, all of ‘em.”

Steve was smiling but there was a small twinge of sadness in it that he tried his best to hide. “That’s good.”

Sam saw it all, watching as Steve turned back around to the stove and continued cooking. He was aware that what he was going to say next might push it a little too far. But he also felt like he and Steve were at a point where they could come back from a little pushing. It wasn’t going to send anyone flying over the edge.

“I bet they’d really love to meet Captain America,” he threw out casually.

Steve’s shoulders shook slightly as he laughed. “Would they?”

Sam was laughing a little harder than Steve was, taking a sip of his beer before he said, “They would. And, I mean, since you never did come around to help me get the number of the girl at the front desk, least you could do is come on down to NoLa and let my nephews try to throw your shield around.”

Steve smiled over his shoulder at Sam before stepping away to grab plates and silverware for both of them. “That’s how that works, huh? That’s the trade?”

Sam nodded. “That’s the trade.”

He walked by Sam, over to the small table just outside his kitchen. He was setting up the plates and silverware as Sam pushed his stool back from the counter and walked over. Steve looked over at him, giving him a tiny nod. “I’ll think about it.”

It was hard to tell by his tone how much he really meant it. Sam could hear the humor in his voice but at the same time he saw the wistful look in Steve’s eyes, too. Everyone needed someone, needed family. Even though Sam hadn’t lived in New Orleans in years he still always knew that his sister was a phone call or a plane ticket away, no questions asked. Everyone deserved that, and it’d been a long time since Steve had had that.

“Think about it, yeah,” Sam said as he took a seat.

~*~

Steve found himself thinking about it more than he thought he would. It was an offer made in an attempt to be kind, something that was just a product of where their conversation had gone. Steve knew that, tried not to put more stock in the thought of it all than he really should. He was being honest when he said that he’d never been to New Orleans. It wasn’t even a place that had really even crossed his mind as a travel destination. He didn’t really know much about what was down there, really—aside from Sam’s family at least. But maybe that would be enough.

He wasn’t planning on bringing it up again. The last thing he wanted to do was put Sam in an awkward position, because what if he really was just saying it just to have something to talk about? What if there was no real backbone to the offer? Steve didn’t want to go through whatever that conversation would turn out to be, didn’t want to make Sam have to try and muddle his way through that either.

It was a topic that neither of them broached until about a month later when Steve was going over to Sam’s. He waited on the man’s steps after knocking on the door. When Sam answered a few seconds later it was holding his phone off to the side, clearly talking to someone, although it didn’t stop him from greeting Steve with a grin as he waved him inside.

“Hey, come on in.” He saw the apologetic smile on Steve’s face as he crossed the threshold, the man gesturing wordlessly to Sam’s phone. Recognition flashed across Sam’s face. “Oh, this?” He pointed at his phone. “Don’t feel bad. It’s just my sister. Should’ve hung up on her about five min—”

“Better watch what you say next,” she said with a laugh.

Steve was trying to figure out if he should introduce himself, or apologize, or remain silent the way that he had been. What resulted in the process was just him standing there quietly with his mouth slightly open like he was almost about to say something but no words were coming out. The two seconds that passed felt like hours to him before Sam stepped in and kept things moving along the way that he always did.

“Sarah, excuse me, I’m trying to have a conversation with Captain America here—please be respectful,” he joked.

Sarah was laughing on the other end of the line, and it was only then that Steve realized that the two of them were on a video call, not just a regular phone call, and that they could all see each other. Sam shifted the angle on the phone so that both he and Steve were in the frame now for her to see.

“So, my brother really hasn’t been lying, huh? He actually hangs out with Captain America.”

Steve smiled sheepishly. “You can, uh, you can just call me Steve.”

Sam chuckled, looking back and forth between Steve and his sister. “Right, right. Sorry. Should probably introduce you guys. Sarah,” he gestured to Steve, “this is Steve.” He looked over at Steve. “Steve, this is my pain in the—”

“Watch it,” Sarah cut him off, smiling without any malice in her voice.

“This is my sister Sarah,” Sam dramatically corrected himself.

Steve couldn’t fully hide the traces of awkwardness that he was still feeling about it. “N-nice to meet you.”

Sam was perfectly unbothered by all of it. “Sarah, you know this man has never been to New Orleans?”

She raised her eyebrows, appearing to study Steve’s face for a moment before returning her attention back to her brother. “I could see that.”

“I told him that he should go.”

She was still smiling as she shrugged. “He should.” She returned her attention to Steve. “Sorry, did you wanna be part of this conversation about your travel plans?”

It got Steve to laugh. “Sam mentioned—”

He was cut off by a loud clattering and crashing sound on Sarah’s end of the line. Her facial expression immediately changed. She looked exasperated, like she knew exactly what had just happened and why—whatever it was, it wasn’t the first time. “I gotta go, sorry. But hey, Steve, if you can get Sam to come back down here you should definitely come with him, alright?” She continued on before either of them could say anything about that one way or the other. “I’ll talk to you later, Sam. Stay outta trouble.”

She hung up on them before Sam could try and come back with something witty. The screen blinked out and Sam was laughing as he locked his phone and put it back into his pocket. He turned back around to Steve, the smile on his face stretching farther when he saw the slightly flustered expression on the super soldier’s face.

“So that’s Sarah,” Sam said, like it wasn’t painfully obvious.

The comment got Steve to laugh and relax a little bit more. “She seems nice.”

“She will be to you, sure,” he joked.

The two of them exchanged a brief look as they made their way into Sam’s kitchen. Sam could see it on Steve’s face that there was something he wanted to say, to ask, but he didn’t. Whatever the question was died before it reached the tip of Steve’s tongue. Sam let the topic drop for the moment, but he knew that it wasn’t going to be the end of it. Even if he hadn’t been determined about it on his own, he knew that he wasn’t ever going to hear the end of it from Sarah now.

~*~

“Don’t get mad,” Sam said as they started walking into the airport.

Steve’s exhaustion quickly shifted to confusion. He didn’t consider himself the type to need that kind of a warning, although his concern faded a little bit when he saw the smirk on Sam’s face. “Okay. I won’t get mad.”

He handed the plane ticket over to Steve. “I changed the flight home.”

The statement didn’t do anything but worsen Steve’s overall sense of confusion. He started to speak as he unfolded the ticket, “Are we still leaving tod—” He stopped himself short when he read where their changed flight pattern was going to land them.

“I already called her,” he said as they made their way to their new departure gate, “and she’s super excited that we’re gonna be there. So you can’t change it back now.”

“Sam—”

“You change it, she won’t just have a problem with me—she’ll have a problem with you too. And,” he chuckled, “that’s a problem that you don’t want.”

Sam’s statement got a laugh out of him. Steve wasn’t mad—he was far from it, actually. Sure, their trip had been tiring and a little futile thus far, but the unexpected change in flight plans made Steve feel like the trip wasn’t a waste anymore. If he’d had more energy in that moment, he would’ve tried to come back with something witty to say anyway, but he didn’t have it in him. After a nap on the plane maybe he’d be a little quicker on his feet. And, if what Sam had been saying about his sister all this time had been at all true, Steve was going to need to be as on his game as he could manage.

Tapping the ticket against the palm of his hand, Steve smiled and finally said, “I’m not looking for anymore problems.”

Sam’s smile was beaming as he affectionately clapped one hand against Steve’s shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze. “That’s right.” Checking the time on his watch, he cleared his throat and said, “Flight down is earlier than our other flight though, so we gotta get moving.”

Steve was shaking his head as he picked up the speed of his stride to match Sam’s. He muttered a quiet, “Of course,” under his breath, but there was no malice to it. There was still a tiny grin on his face.

Steve meant to ask Sam more questions about his sister, about his entire family really, on the flight. He’d talked about them in the past, of course, but now that Steve was going to be meeting them, he felt like he should know a little more. He felt it was a courtesy he owed them.

However anything that Steve was planning on asking fell by the wayside mere minutes after their plane took off. Once they reached altitude, Steve was out like a light. He hadn’t slept very well since they left for their mission, and even though the previous night they had been, technically, done and off-duty, he still hadn’t been able to rest in the hotel that they were staying in. Steve knew a lot of people who wouldn’t be able to sleep on a plane to save their lives, but he didn’t share that sentiment. It wasn’t something he ever really thought about much in the past, but when he was being nudged awake by Sam as they were getting ready to start their descent into New Orleans, he was almost wishing that sleep hadn’t decided to come so easily to him in that moment.

Shaking his head to get himself back to a presentable level of consciousness, Steve tried to get himself some reassurance from Sam. “You’re sure she won’t mind me just—”

“It’s not just you, man,” Sam cut him off with a grin. “It’s both of us. And yes, I’m sure she won’t mind.”

Both he and Steve winced slightly as the plane put wheels back on the ground, the pilot not doing it with a whole lot of grace but it obviously wasn’t the worst thing the two of them had been through. Sam silently shook his head once the plane smoothed out and was taxing on the pavement. Steve looked out the window for a moment before turning his attention back to Sam again.

He tried to make up for the time he lost by sleeping on the plane. “Anything I should know? Things I should say? Things I shouldn’t?”

Sam chuckled at Steve’s apparent nerves. He should’ve been expecting it but he still found it amusing. “What you should say is that her brother is the best guy to work with and that you don’t know what you’d do without me. You know, play up that whole I’m Captain America’s right hand man thing.”

It got Steve to laugh. “Sam.”

“It wouldn’t even be a lie!”

“It wouldn’t be a lie,” he repeated, but the humor in his voice got Sam to give him a look of mock offense.

Once they got off the plane and got their bags, it didn’t take long for Sam to locate his sister. She was waiting right out front by her car, going back and forth between looking down at her phone, and scanning the crowd for Steve and her brother.

“And she’s here early,” Sam said with a laugh as he walked up to her.

He dropped his bag so that he could give her a proper hug. She gave him a light punch to the arm on the way in but it didn’t stop her from hugging him tightly. “Didn’t want to give you any reason to take off and not come back for another—”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed as he picked his bag up off the ground again.

When the laughter had died down, Steve made a point to introduce himself, since it was a skill Sam just didn’t seem to possess. “Nice to officially meet you,” Steve said as he held his hand out for her to shake.

For a moment, Sarah contemplated just pulling him into a hug anyway, but she figured she would do him the kindness of easing him into it. Shaking his hand, she flashed him a smile. “Nice to meet you too.” She nodded towards Sam as her hand dropped back by her side. “Sam told me this was a bit of a surprise for you?”

Steve chuckled, hand resting on the back of his neck for a moment. “Little bit.”

She waved for them to start putting their bags in the car. “Sorry about that. We’re a fun time though, I think. Or at least the rest of us are—I don’t know about Sam.”

Sam threw his hands up. “I didn’t even say anything!”

Sarah was laughing as she walked around to the driver’s door. “You will, though.”

Once their bags were loaded into the back of her car, both Sam and Steve got in. Steve didn’t hesitate to slide into the back seat. Sam getting to ride shotgun next to his sister was a given. He was looking out the window at all the other cars and taxis passing them by when Sam turned around to face him from the passenger seat.

“I’d put your seatbelt on.” He nodded towards Sarah who was looking back over her shoulder before pulling out into traffic. “Can’t trust this one’s driving.”

Steve was smiling and shaking his head as he strapped himself in, something that he was going to do whether Sam had spoken up or not. Sarah was about to say something to come to her own defense when Steve spoke up instead.

“I’ve survived driving with you, so I think I’ll be okay.”

Sarah’s laughter hit the air at the same time as Sam’s sound of mock offense. “Not even gonna have my back in front of my own sister?” He shook his head as he faced forward again. “Can’t believe this.”

Sarah was still laughing as they got back out onto the main road. “And to think that this was all your idea.”

“Don’t make me reach over and grab that steering wheel.”

She rolled her eyes. “Go ahead. See what happens.”

Steve sat in the back and watched the two of them banter and bicker back and forth. It was impossible not to find it at least a little amusing. The comfort between them was instant and Steve couldn’t deny that it helped soothe some of his own anxieties about it all. His nerves weren’t gone completely, but there was something to be said about Sarah pulling him in on her side of the little fake arguments they were getting into on the drive back to her house.

~*~

“I hope you don’t mind,” Sarah said as she pulled into her driveway, “but this might be the only place where you’re not the most popular one out of the two of you.”

Steve was smiling as he shook his head. “That’s perf—”

Sam cut him off, looking at his sister indignantly. “The only place?”

“What?” she asked, pretending not to know why Sam was reacting that way. “AJ and Cass are your biggest fans.”

“Could’a just said that,” Sam muttered as he tried not to laugh.

Sarah was proven right within the next sixty seconds. They were getting their bags out of the car when they heard the house door being flung open. It smacked against the side of the house but neither of the young boys charging outside and down the walkway paid any mind to it. They were too busy excitedly yelling and cheering for their uncle as they sprinted out to the car. Sam was pretending not to hear either of them until the last minute when he turned around and scooped both of them up at the same time.

Sam was laughing almost as hard as his nephews as he whisked them off onto the lawn. It took no time at all for it to turn into a tumbling match with the three of them. Steve was still mid-reach for his suitcase when Sarah popped up beside him.

“I’ll help you bring these in—they might be a minute.”

Steve laughed as Sarah pulled the last bag out of the car. He reached up and pulled the trunk door down. “You weren’t kidding,” he said as they made their way up the driveway to the house.

She shook her head as she pulled the door open for the two of them to get through. He could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Not about that.”

Steve dutifully followed Sarah into the house. The second he stepped through the door he could sense that her house was really and truly a home. He was caught between feeling comforted and slightly out of place all at once. There was the slightly muffled sound of the television in the living room. It didn’t take much to put together that the boys had been watching it until they realized who had pulled into the driveway. Steve listened as Sarah pointed out different rooms as they went along, taking in all the photos and small pockets of trinkets and clutter that let the world know a family was living there.  It made his apartment back home seem almost clinical in comparison.

Sarah’s voice kept him from thinking about it too much. “I banned Sam to the couch by the way.” She stopped by the door to one of the bedrooms at the far end of the hallway. “You can have the guest room.”

Steve was shaking his head even as he set his suitcase down in the doorway. “You don’t have to do that. I’m fine on the couch.”

She smiled as she motioned for him to go into the room. “Go ahead. Guarantee the three of them will be staying up late and camping out out there anyway.”

“You’re sure.”

“Positive.” They stood there in the doorway for a few seconds longer before Steve finally caved and went into the room. Sarah watched him with a satisfied grin on her face. “Get some rest if you want. I’m gonna start dinner in a little bit.”

“I can help,” he offered as he dropped his bags beside the bed.

“I’ll let you do that,” she joked before turning and heading back towards the kitchen.

Steve didn’t unpack too much. He and Sam were staying for a few days but not long enough to constitute taking everything out of his bags. When he was done taking out what he’d need, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. He could hear the footsteps and laughter coming from down the hall and he allowed himself to soak it all in. There had been a couple times when he was getting his things settled that he’d seen one of the boys go sprinting by the doorway in a flash.

He got to formally meet Sam’s nephews when Sam had captured both of them and told them, “Not even Captain America can save you now!” Then of course Steve had to step in and save them. It was only fair. It resulted in both Cass and AJ quickly taking off after Sam again, Steve following behind but not quite as determined.

“I’m stealing my cook back from you!” Sarah yelling to the rest of them as she motioned for Steve to join her in the kitchen.

That seemed to bring the commotion to a stop. Or it at least brought Sam’s commotion to a stop—it didn’t stop his nephews from eagerly trailing after him. Sam stopped at the edge of the kitchen and watched Steve as he listened to the instructions Sarah was giving him.

Sam chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re gonna let this guy cook for—"

“Cook with,” Sarah corrected.

“Still.”

Steve looked at Sam with an expression that was supposed to read as hurt but he started laughing too quickly for it to work. “I can cook.”

He shook his head knowingly. “There’s a reason I always invite you over.” He saw that Steve was getting ready to debate about it, so Sam held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, man, I get it. We got a lot more spices and stuff now than we did in the forties. It’s a lot to keep up with.”

Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother before turning to Steve. “Don’t let him push you around.” She gestured towards Sam with the spoon in her hand. “Like he would know anything about anything if Mom hadn’t made him pull up a stool right where you’re standing when we were kids.”

“Psh,” Sam laughed as he casually pulled AJ into a headlock since the boy was trying to push him into the kitchen, “I don’t remember any of that.”

“’Course you don’t,” Sarah joked back at him. She was looking at Sam while she was pointing at Steve. “This whole time you could’ve been teaching him.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to cross his arms over his chest as he looked over at Sam. “Yeah. This whole time.”

Sam shook his head as he felt Cass starting to try and climb up onto his back. “I knew I was gonna regret putting you two in the same house together. I knew it.”

Sarah laughed as she returned her attention to the stove. “Too late now.”

Sam and Steve looked at each other for a split second longer even with all the chaos happening around them. Even with Sarah still giving instructions, even with Sam’s nephews clamoring all over him. They looked at each other and there was a smile on Steve’s face and an ease about him that Sam hadn’t seen in a long time, if ever. The small nod that Steve gave him was a thank you he would be sure to get around to saying out loud at some point before the trip was out. For now, though, Sam just nodded in return, glad to be able to share his family.

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Bucky met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. 

Title: The Sweetest Risk | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (1053 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Week 1, Day 2 Prompt: “Sweet Potato Pie” | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes shoots his shot and asks Sarah Wilson on a date.

Bucky smiled as he carefully balanced two white boxes with two pies from Sarah's favorite bakery downtown in one hand and a paper bag with an armful of flowers in the other. He stepped up to her porch two at a time and knocked on her door. When she opened it, Sarah smiled widely when she saw the pies and flowers and hugged Bucky.

He had decided to bring something special for Sarah when she had invited him over for dinner with her brother Sam and her boys. He had remembered Sam mentioning that sweet potato pie was Sarah's favorite, so he had gone downtown to her favorite bakery and picked up two. He also couldn't resist buying her a bouquet of flowers, hoping it'd show her his intention to get to know her better.

As Sarah invited him inside, Bucky couldn't help but notice how the dim light of her living room made her eyes sparkle. He had always felt a connection to her, and he cherished how welcoming she was to him.

Dinner was a lively affair, with Sarah's two kids, AJ and Cass, eagerly relating stories of their school day and Sarah's laughter easily filling the room. Bucky smiled, noticing how comfortable and at ease everyone seemed in her presence. As they ate, conversation flowed effortlessly among them--talking about books they had read, the latest movies, politics, and even the quirky neighbor down the street.

Amidst all this, Bucky found himself stealing glances at Sarah from time to time. He couldn't help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit and easy warmth surrounding their dinner table. Whenever his gaze met hers, she smiled knowingly back at him, and he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine each time they locked eyes.

After dinner, Sam challenged his nephews to a race of their new toy trucks in the living room. The kids cheered and squealed in delight as their little vehicles zoomed around on the carpet.

Bucky smiled as he watched the kids laughing and racing their little toy trucks around the living room. They were so carefree and happy in that moment, making him feel happy for them.

He and Sarah soon went about cleaning up the dinner they had shared. Sarah had prepared a delicious meal, and Bucky noticed how peaceful and comfortable the kitchen was compared to the chaos in the other room. As they worked together, they kept up a steady conversation about movies, books, and other topics easily.

Bucky couldn't help but steal glances at Sarah as they worked. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her soft neckline, and she had ditched her sweater in the kitchen's warmth. He was struck by how casually beautiful she was--he noticed how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about or how her lips slightly curved upwards into an easy smile when she laughed at one of his jokes.

Bucky and Sarah continued to clean together comfortably. As Bucky reached for a plate, Sarah's hand accidentally brushed against his metal arm. He instinctively tensed, expecting her to recoil from the reminder of his dark past.

But instead, she simply smiled softly and gave him an understanding look. Sarah didn't flinch away. Instead, her fingers lingered, openly grazing along the smooth metal plates. She touched his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Just like she had accepted every part of him since they first met, seeing him for who he was now, not who he used to be.

At that moment, Bucky felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. She inched forward to meet his, but Sam's voice in the other room distracted them and she pulled away.

From the living room, Sam's voice rang out. "Cass, no throwing the trucks!" Then softer, to himself, "Definitely gotta talk to Bucky about flirting with my sister..."

Bucky ducked his head sheepishly, but Sarah just grinned and playfully bumped his shoulder. "Don't worry about him," she whispered. As she slid her hand down Bucky's metal arm, he shivered pleasantly.

"It's nice getting to spend time with you tonight," she said softly. "Joining us for dinner meant a lot for the boys."

"Just the boys?" Bucky couldn't help but shoot his shot, feeling a connection grow between them.

Sarah smiled beautifully at him. "It meant a lot to me too. I figured you'd already know that."

Bucky swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest as he nervously looked into Sarah's eyes. He wanted to make the most of this moment, to express the feelings he had been harboring for her since they had first met.

"Maybe next time you'll let me cook for you, just us two," he blurted out, instantly regretting how cheesy it sounded.

Sarah tilted her head and gave him a small grin. "Yeah?"

The corners of Bucky's mouth lifted into a timid smile as Sarah waited patiently for his response. He nodded slowly, feeling bolder than before. He stepped closer and caught her hand, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. "Go on a date with me, Sarah?"

Sarah blushed and looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes bright and her smile as beautiful as ever. "Yes. I'd really like that, Bucky."

Bucky couldn't help but smile widely and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. This amazing woman was going to give him a shot.

The two of them stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Sam's voice interrupted them from the living room. "You two almost done in there?" they heard Sam call out.

Bucky and Sarah shared knowing glances and chuckled to themselves. Sarah called back to Sam jokingly, "Almost," before returning to Bucky.

Yeah, he was definitely in trouble here with Sam for asking Sarah out on a date. But one look at her glowing smile made him think some risks are worth taking.

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Happy Birthday, Old Man by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Summary: Bucky celebrates his 100 and somethingth (“Who’s countin’?”) birthday with his family, and an old friend makes an appearance.

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For @buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash: Bake A Cake Edition

Base - #6 Post-Endgame /Post-TFATWS

Filling - Trope/Quotes: #1 There was only one bed. (Kinda…)

Frosting - Characters: #11 Sarah Wilson (and Cass, AJ, and Alpine)

Toppings: Colours: Blue (mentioned)

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He slowly opened his eyes and Sarah’s shoulder was the first thing he saw.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

He didn’t want to move, but he carefully extracted himself from the bed, grabbed his robe from the chair, made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him, and headed down the stairs.

He drank a glass of water, then stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the lake.

It was chilly enough to where he wrapped Sarah’s shawl she’d left outside around himself before stretching out on one of the deck chairs, and leaning back to look up into the starry night sky.

The light fragrance of her—and his—favourite body lotion enveloped him.

So many stars. Different constellations are visible in Upstate New York than in Southern Louisiana…than in Wakanda…than in…than…in…

“So…seems like you got some of that Life that Tony was talkin’ about, too, huh? I’m really happy for you, Buck.”

“Mmmm. Wha—?” Bucky opened his eyes, looked over to his left, and there was an elderly man—tall, with white hair—standing at the railing, looking out over the still waters.

It looks like, but it can’t possibly be…

“Steve…?“

“Happy Birthday, Old Man.”

“Thanks, pal. What—?”

Just as the man turns to face him—

Sarah shifts a little.

“You okay, Old Man?” She reaches back and gently rakes her fingers through his hair.

Bucky opens his eyes. He’s in bed. Sarah’s shoulder is the first thing he sees.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

“Nothin’.” He kisses that shoulder, gently rubs his cheek on her. “Just a dream, nandi.”

“A good dream?” She whispers, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

He closes his eyes and buries his face in her hair, inhaling her and pulling her closer, wrapping his arm around her.

“Yeah. Not as good as this, though.”

Behind him is Cass. Cass’s heels are at his back and his head is pointed toward the foot of the bed.

AJ is curled up at Sarah’s feet.

The plan was to take the boys to their room and tuck them in after Storytime, but everyone had all fallen asleep in the King-sized bed because it was cold outside, and the vacation cabin had a fireplace in the master bedroom, so they were all cozy.

A purr is coming from somewhere above his and Sarah’s heads, and Alpine’s paws find his head and begin gently kneading his scalp.

“Hey, up there,” he whispers, “settle down, you.”

Outside, it’s wee hours dark, but the moon is almost full. Along with the soft glow of the nightlight by the door, Bucky can make out the details in the room, and of the blanket covering them.

It’s different shades of blue, woven from fibers dyed with indigo.

Woven into the blanket there are symbols, words, prayers that offer blessings and protection.

There is a similar spread on Sarah’s bed back home in Delacroix. The boys have their special Border Tribe blankets as well. This particular super-sized blanket travels with the family when they go on vacations and road trips.

It is soft, yet substantial thanks to the Vibranium that’s woven into the cloth making it practically impervious to a whole list of threats.

And most importantly, it keeps his family comfortable and warm.

Before he goes back to sleep, Bucky looks over to the nightstand and sees the framed photograph they’d given to him earlier.

A photo of Sarah, Cass, AJ, and him.

It had been beautiful at the dock on that special day. They were all smiles, dressed to the nines, and Sarah was holding a little bouquet of flowers.

The card next to the photo was handmade by the two boys and read:

Happy Birthday, Dad!! We Love You!!

Happy Birthday, mthandi! Sarah wrote under the boys’ names, and had drawn a heart.

“Happy Birthday, Old Man,” he heard the familiar voice as it faded away.

Yeah, Bucky thought as he drifted back to sleep, smiling.

Happy.

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Also posted HERE on AO3 (members only) .

For @buckybarnesevents Bucky Barnes Birthday events.

Thanks for reading!

[becasworldsstuff]

BCAS MASTER LIST

Bucky Barnes

Just feel tired : mafia!bucky x reader

Look, like a princess : mafia!daddy!bucky x reader

Stucky ( poly)

Something: mafia!stucky x kidnapped!reader

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister...)

dearest reader: Colin x reader

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister..)

You are the love of my life: Simon x fem!reader

Meant to be: Simon x fem!reader

Pogues

The pogues princess: pogues x pogue!reader

Rebekah mikaelson

She's my person: Rebekah x reader

Maddy Perez

Love you doll: Maddy x platonic!reader

[melles1276]

Asking for a friend ...

What kind of flowers does Sarah Wilson like? 💐

What does she like in general? 🎁 I think she's a "down-to-earth" person, but that doesn't mean she's not liking some more "girly-stuff" (if you know what I mean), from time to time?

I'm an absolute lost cause in this regards ...

I need help! 😳

[lies-unfurl]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sarah Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: POV Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Crack, Humor, John F. Kennedy Assassination, Social Media, Drinking, Bad Decisions, Post-Episode: s01e06 One World One People (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier TV), Established Relationship Summary:

“A man walks into the bar. The bartender says, ‘Aye, tell me, what’s got you lookin’ so upset?’

“So the man shakes his head and sighs, and then he says, ‘It’s just not fair. I’ve laid down walls all around my village, and do they call me O’Malley the Mason? No. For decades my fields have been blooming and bountiful, but do they call me O’Malley the Farmer? No. I’ve put shoes on more horses than I can count, but do they call me O’Malley the Smith? No! But you fuck one goat…'

 “Except I’ve never fucked a goat,” Bucky adds after a moment. “I just shot the president.”

 (or: influencer apology video, but it's Bucky Barnes and the Kennedy Assassination.)

[purplecatghostposts]

looks at you with my massive autism eyes if reqs are still open, Brian Fluff Please

They ARE still open and of course!! Here’s a series of Brian Hugs with the MH Cast! I hope this is fluffy enough, I can’t tell-

Content Warnings And Tags: Fluff Obviously, Minor And Brief Angst, SO Many Hugs, Cuddle Pile, Just Brian And Physical Touch Being His Love Language, Happy Ending

Word Count: 1.1k words

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“So,” Brian grins cheekily, giving Tim a playful nudge. “How was your first Certified Brian Hug?”

“Do all of them bruise your ribs?” Tim wheezes, but a chuckle escapes him when Brian rolls his eyes. “You are way stronger than you look.”

“Thank you!” Brian laughs but gives his best apologetic look a moment later. “I’ll try and give you a warning next time, sorry. Honestly I was just pretty happy to see you.”

Tim stops at that, staring off into space before straightening up and meeting his gaze. There’s something indescribable in it— hopeful almost. “Well uh, I mean, you caught me so off guard that I wasn’t really able to enjoy it while it lasted. Can’t really give an accurate description of how a ‘Certified Brian Hug’ feels unless I get another chance.”

Brian rolls his eyes and engulfs him in another hug, not quite as tight as the last one as to not repeat the events of the last one but no less warm. “Just say you want another hug next time, that was way too convoluted.”

“You got it.” Tim tells him and hugs back. Brian can feel the tension drain from his shoulders and smiles quietly to himself.

Tim had been so wound up the first time he did it, like he wasn’t sure what to do when someone hugged him. Brian makes a mental note to hug him a little more often from now on.

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Brian waits until the struggle finally stops, a deep sigh following. “Brian,” Seth glances down at him at last, unimpressed. “Can you let go?”

“I could.” Brian answers but keeps his arms still wrapped around Seth’s waist, preventing him from leaving the couch.

Seth pauses, catching on. “Will you?”

He grins back. “No.”

Seth groans, slumping in his seat. Brian just curls closer until he’s practically sprawled across his lap like an overgrown cat. Seth stares down at him, deadpan. Brian stares back up at him, unapologetic.

“I need to get back to editing.” Seth reminds him.

“You have bags under your eyes, that is the last thing you need to be doing. Right now, you’re gonna watch TV with me until you’re ready to sleep. Unless you want to sleep now.”

“I’m not going to sleep!”

Brian shrugs, getting comfortable. “One of us is gonna yield first.” Brian tells him. “And we both know it’s not gonna be me.”

“You’re the bane of my existence, Brian Thomas.” Seth huffs. When the sound of paws padding into the room catches his attention, Seth speaks up. “Missy! Missy, attack Brian! Get him!”

Missy trots up to the pair of them but immediately lays down, curling at the bottom of the couch. Brian laughs at Seth’s despair.

“See? Even your dog knows you need to sleep.”

“Traitors…” Seth mumbles. “The lot of you.”

Seth shifts, though only to get comfortable. He decidedly doesn’t meet Brian’s smug gaze and grabs the remote to turn on the TV.

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“I’ve been told I have terrible hugs.” Jay confesses when Brian wraps his arms around him. It comes out in a rush, almost an apology. “Apparently I’m too boney.”

Brian scoffs, hugging a little tighter. Jay’s breath catches but he leans into it. “No such thing.” Brian tells him. “You fit perfectly. Maybe you just needed the right person to hug you.”

Jay laughs a little but he hugs back, something that feels almost grateful. “Yeah, maybe.”

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Arms wrap around him, almost restraining, and Brian yelps in surprise.

“Sneak attack.” Sarah whispers from behind, a grin in her voice, and squeezes as hard as she can. Brian gets the air knocked out of his lungs but Sarah lets up a moment later, allowing him to breathe.

“See?” She says smugly. “Told you I’d get my revenge.”

“Devious, Reid.” Brian chuckles, then quickly grabs and pulls her into a hug while she’s near. Sarah is the one to yelp this time, followed by a grumble of defeat while Brian can’t help but feel proud of himself. “C’mon, you should’ve seen that coming.”

“I should’ve.” Sarah agrees, but hugs back after a beat. “I’ll get you next time.”

“Sure.” Brian tells her. “Want me to let go?”

“Nah.” She breathes. “Give me a minute, finals have been rough and your hugs are magic, I swear.”

“So I’ve been told.” Brian hums and rests his chin on her head.

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Brian stands in the doorway, a hard look on his face and his arms crossed. “Alex. Don’t ignore me.”

“I’m not— I’m not trying to ignore you.” Alex grits out, finally turning around to face him. His eyes are a little bloodshot. Brian wonders how long he’s been staring at the computer. “I’m just busy, alright? Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk.”

“Not even about yesterday?” Brian cuts in as Alex turns back around and sees him freeze. “What was that? You know Jay wasn’t doing anything wrong on purpose, why did you snap like that?”

“I don’t—” Alex’s jaw sets. “I want to be alone right now, Brian. Please leave.”

“Alex.”

“What? Why are you being so—”

Alex cuts himself off when Brian opens his arms, an invitation. There’s a long pause where neither of them move and Brian isn’t sure if it’ll end well. Then Alex slowly makes his way over to him and slumps into Brian’s arms. He makes no move to hug back at first, only burrowing his head into Brian’s shoulder, causing Brian to tighten his hold.

Brian slowly rubs his back. Alex finally wraps his arms around him, clutching the back of his shirt like a lifeline as he breathes shakily.

“I think,” Brian says slowly, “You should take a break from working on anything right now.”

Alex doesn’t say anything for a while, but then he lets out a quiet, “Okay.” and that’s that.

—

Jay is tucked into his chest. Tim is curled into his side on one side while Alex has his head on Brian’s shoulder on the other. One of Brian’s hands is tangled in Seth’s hair and the other is being used as a pillow for Sarah.

Brian laughs, unable to stop himself. “I don’t think this bed was made to hold this many people!”

“Tough shit.” Sarah murmurs.

“‘m not moving.” Jay mumbles.

“This is karma for what you did to me.” Seth chuckles.

“This isn’t a fight you’re gonna win.” Alex tells him.

Tim says nothing, but he’s fast asleep and looks so peaceful next to him that Brian knows all the same that he would feel like a monster if he woke him up now.

“Am I being held hostage?”

“Yes.” The four of them answer in unison, and Brian wheezes out a laugh.

There are definitely worse problems to have.

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I just really wanted the main six cast being buddies because they mean everything to me… Hopefully this gets you the Brian Fluff you wanted! I tried my best!

Hope you liked it! Feel free to send another request if you want and thanks for the ask!!

[cherrybright]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Samtember, Samtember 2024, Character Study, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Banter, Captain America Sam Wilson Summary:

Using the Samtember 2024 event as an excuse to write about Sam & Bucky falling in love <3

I won't do everyday, so far I'm hoping to do the following and to post in time.

Day 9 - Move your seat up Day 12 - When do we start Day 13 - Man, shut the hell up Day 19 - Wakanda Day 20 - Undercover Day 21 - Copilot Day 22 - Cookout / Boil Day 23 - Birthday Day 24 - Fishing Day 25 - Louisiana Day 26 - Lovers Day 27 - The Paul & Darlene Day 28 - Slice of Life Day 29 - Wilson Family Day 30 - Home

[gghalcyon]

Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said as their eyes met in a heated gaze.

Title: A Taste So Sweet | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (2328 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 1 Prompt: “Halloween Candy”

Bucky watched in disbelief as group after group of children and teens dressed up as monsters, superheroes, witches, and fairies trooped past his house. He had initially been excited about joining in the festivities surrounding Halloween. Still, he was now feeling overwhelmed at the sheer number of trick-or-treaters that kept anxiously jostling at his front door.

He could hear Sam's voice ringing in his head, telling him to stock up on treats ahead of the evening's activities. On impulse, Bucky had gone to the store and purchased enough candy to fill an entire cauldron - more than enough for the small army of costumed kids parading up his walkway.

After living in New York City for a few years, he was unaccustomed to experiencing Halloween like this. New Orleans' proximity meant that Halloween was taken very seriously here. His neighbors went all out with scary decorations, and some even hosted light shows or static haunts in their garages.

It was the first time Bucky had experienced Halloween in his new neighborhood, and he could feel the excitement from both children and adults alike. He walked into the living room to look at the clock – it was 7 p.m.; he had a few more hours before kids would be done trick-or-treating. After making sure he had enough candy to last until 9 p.m., he set out a sizeable pumpkin-shaped bucket full of treats on a table near the entrance of his door, which he'd grab and provide the little ghouls and goblins who would come by.

One by one, groups of costumed children started arriving at Bucky's house. There were toddlers with their parents, gaggles of elementary schoolers, and even a few high schoolers. Bucky watched them all take turns selecting handfuls of candy from the white bucket he'd set out on the porch. He couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that he'd bought so much candy – but then again, it was worth it just to see how delighted they were.

The most recent group of trick-treaters waved him goodbye as they ran off to his neighbor's house to continue their journey for more candy. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a familiar face walking up the sidewalk towards him. It was Sarah, Sam's sister, donning a classic black witch's hat over her long hair and wearing a playful smirk on her face. Their eyes met.

Sarah stood before Bucky, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said.

He was temporarily stunned by her beauty before composing himself.

"Hey! What are you supposed to be? Aren’t you old for trick-or-treating?" He joked, looking at her costume and wondering why she had come to his neighborhood.

"I'm old enough, thank you very much," She chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. Bucky noticed that Sarah was alone and asked about her boys AJ and Cass.

"Oh, I just dropped them off at a friend's place a few blocks away from here," She answered, grinning shyly as she revealed her true purpose: to visit him. "They're all trick-or-treating together, so I thought I'd swing by and see you."

Bucky felt his heart swell with warmth as he imagined her thinking of him. It was like a dream come true. He opened the door wider to welcome her in, and when she entered, they both erupted into laughter at the sight of all the candy bags he had bought.

"Okay, that's SO much candy! The kids will love you!" Sarah said, still stifling giggles.

"I'm trying to get rid of them," he said sheepishly as he directed her to the bowl on the entry table near the door.

Sarah laughed again at his over-preparedness before following Bucky to his kitchen, where he opened the fridge and asked if she wanted any refreshments.

"I have beer, apple cider, sparkling water..." She accepted his offer enthusiastically with a look of admiration.

"Oh, apple cider would be amazing!"

He twisted open an apple cider for her and handed it across the counter while opening himself a bottle of beer. Bucky could hear children's voices from outside, but there were no trick-or-treaters yet who had arrived and rang his doorbell. There was a small lull before another surge of trick-or-treaters came.

The two caught up so naturally. Bucky could feel an ease in their conversation as Sarah shared stories about her two boys deciding to be Sherlock Holmes and one a t-rex for Halloween. They even talked about the best costumes they've seen so far, reminiscing about their childhood trick-or-treating experiences.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself completely entranced by Sarah's infectious laughter and sparkling eyes. They moved to the living room couch, sitting side by side in close proximity. He couldn't help but lean in closer to her as she spoke, wanting to absorb every word she said like a sponge.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Bucky glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting pretty late - it must have been close to 10 pm already.

"Let me get that," he said quickly, feeling the familiar pang of disappointment when he realized their intimate conversation had come to an end. He stood up and took his bowl of candy before opening the door.

"Trick-or-treat!" A group of four kids dressed as Pokemon with their parents dressed as a Pokemon Trainer greeted him. Bucky smiled warmly and spoke kindly to the little elementary school kids, nodding in approval at their costumes and giving them generous amounts of candy.

Sarah peered over the couch to watch Bucky interact with the children and felt her heart swell with admiration. More and more trick-or-treaters kept coming until it seemed like the line would never end. At one point, Sarah decided to join Bucky in front of the doorway, giving out candy alongside him from a bag she took off the counter.

The line continued for a solid fifteen minutes until another lull came forth and no new trick-or-treaters came by. Bucky closed the door and joined Sarah on the couch as they both flopped down in exhaustion.

"Tiring, huh?" Sarah asked with twinkling eyes as she settled into the spot beside him.

Bucky gave her a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "It feels like it never ends…" He paused and added with a hint of mischief in his voice, "But I don't mind it too much when I have a beautiful woman by my side."

"I..." she was almost taken aback by his forwardness, then her smile widened, revealing small dimples along the sides of her mouth. "You could always just leave the bowl outside and just let them take whatever they want."

"You think that'll work?" His heart raced as he moved closer to her on the couch.

"I think so," she said, her voice low and sultry as she scooted close to him. She grabbed the bowl of candy and rummaged through it.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked her, amused.

"Hmmm... I'm looking for a Hershey's chocolate bar, the white chocolate one." Bucky watched her closely, admiring how graceful her long fingers were as they searched through the bowl.

"There should be a ton there, not many kids picked them when I let them select which candies to get." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and he felt drawn into her gaze.

"Are you kidding? They're so picky nowadays, huh?" They laughed together, and the room seemed to heat up exponentially with each passing second.

"Ah! I found one! I couldn't pass up all this free candy," Sarah teased as she pulled out a mini white chocolate bar. As she unwrapped it and took a small nibble, Bucky found himself mesmerized by those lush lips and the way they moved around the confection.

"Want a bite?" Sarah asked, catching his gaze and holding out the candy. She slowly bit the bottom of her lip before smiling at him innocently, but there was something else about her expression - an invitation - that made Bucky's stomach flip. He had been wanting to kiss those lips since he'd first seen them curve into that mischievous grin earlier tonight.

Heart pounding, Bucky's gaze slowly moved from Sarah's lips to her eyes. He leaned in, and instead of taking the offered candy, he brushed his lips against hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, and as if this was a sign, their kiss deepened.

Sarah tasted like chocolate and felt so soft under his fingers as they explored each other's faces and bodies. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their tongues collided in a passionate dance of desire that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"That was..." Sarah whispered, trailing off with a sigh.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for her. The air was electric between them, heavy with unspoken longing that neither of them wanted to break.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and they jumped apart as if electrocuted, laughter bubbling out of them before they remembered why they were there. As Bucky went to answer the door, his mind was still on the kiss he had shared with Sarah moments ago.

As the night went on and more trick-r-treaters arrived and departed, the couple found themselves alone on the couch, close but not touching. Finally, Bucky spoke up. "Sarah, I know we've been friends only for a short time, but tonight...that kiss...I can't stop thinking about it." Sarah smiled at him from under her eyelashes, and he could see the same desire reflected in her eyes that he was feeling in his own heart. Without another word, their lips met again and this time it was slow and tender - like two puzzle pieces coming together after searching for so long.

Sarah gently pulled away from Bucky and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as though she never wanted to let go. "Bucky... I've always wanted to do this with you," she said softly.

As her lips met him, a spark of electricity coursed through her body. She felt the warmth radiating from his chest and the gentle beat of his heart as she pressed herself closer into him. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment, and Sarah felt an intense desire building inside of her.

She reached up to grasp Bucky's face in her hands and trace the outline of it with her fingertips. His long, wavy hair was so soft against her skin that she wanted to keep touching it forever. He repositioned them both on the couch, so she was straddling him with her legs on either side of his thighs.

Sarah could feel Bucky's excitement pressing into her, and his hands moved up under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. She gasped at his touch and dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment to never end.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. In a voice full of longing he whispered "Sarah – I want you" and at that moment, all doubts fled from Sarah's mind - she knew this is what she wanted too.

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his once more and this time they were both overcome with passion. Bucky grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, their bodies melting together as his fingers ran up her back before unfastening her bra, revealing her creamy skin beneath the moonlight that filtered through the window. She held her breath as his hands moved across her body, exploring every curve with delicate touches and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He left trails of fire over her neck as his lips traveled down before lightly brushing over one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Sarah's lips.

Just then, Sarah's phone started ringing, and the sound of it shattered the silence in the room like a gunshot. She wanted to ignore it, but she knew it was likely her sons calling to let her know they'd be ready to be picked up soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled away from Bucky and grabbed her phone, which stopped ringing before she could answer it.

A quick glance confirmed it was indeed her kids, and a text message from her kid's friend's mom indicated that they were done trick-or-treating and ready to be picked up. "I don't wanna go," Sarah said with a sigh.

Bucky wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a sad smile and planting a kiss on her forehead. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered gently, "Me neither," in response to her words, then attempted to lighten the mood with a joke about their unusual entourage. They both laughed, and Sarah could feel the tension melting like ice in the sun.

Bucky pulled her close and nuzzled against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine before she reluctantly leaned back from his embrace. She looked into his eyes and saw something that made her heart skip a beat – it was longing, familiar and yet fresh and new at the same time. Locked in each other's gaze, Sarah raised herself to capture Bucky's lips in a soft kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away from him and started gathering her clothes off the floor, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside of her when Sarah realized how bold she had been. Before she could put on her shirt, however, Bucky stood up and stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands and searched for something in her eyes.

"We'll have to finish this later," he murmured softly. Another shiver coursed through Sarah's body as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, nodding in agreement to his suggestion before leaning forward to give him one last kiss goodbye.

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[tllgrrl]

SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Day 7 - Prompt: “I think it looks nice.”

Sarah Wilson / Bucky Barnes

(Story inspired by Vogue Magazine’s photograph of Serena Williams in a custom Thom Browne corset gown.)

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When he was finished, she gingerly tip-toed to the mirror and turned around.

‘Oh…mygawd,” she whispered. “Wow…”

She turned again, stopped, and looked over her shoulder at her reflection. Her upper back was framed, and the red, white, and navy blue ribbons—that laced up the corset dress from the curve of her ass up to her waist, and from just below her shoulder blades down to the waist—stood in contrast to the black, hand-sequined fabric.

Bucky was the one who cinched her in and tied the two sections together with one bow.

The hair and makeup stylist Misty recommended was a dream. He parted her thick curly hair, braided it into 4 sections that met at the nape of her neck, then he added an extension, into which he braided one of the extra laces that came with the dress.

“You don’t think it’s too much, do you? I mean, this is New York, and the event’s really fancy, but…this. And unlacing it all later tonight is gonna be—“

*shhick…click*

She glanced over and saw him standing behind her, by the wall, as still as a statue, watching her look at herself in the full-length mirror.

His lips were slightly parted and she saw the tip of his tongue wet his bottom lip before his teeth rolled over it.

Then she saw the quick squint.

*sshhick…click*

His left hand slowly flexed, and in his right hand was his EDC switchblade that he was opening and closing methodically.

He was looking at her as though he was mapping out access points for Special Ops maneuvers.

“I think it looks great, nandi. And getting you out of it’s not gonna be a problem at all.”

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Also posted HERE on AO3.

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Thanks for reading!

[fandom-friday]

Submitting for #Fandom Friday:

Star Wars - The Book of Boba Fett

On the Dome by @btwxsixesandsevens

You want a rare pair? I got a rare pair for you with this short, sweet, ficlet featuring Drash & Jo, after castin’ looks during a shootout in Freetown, and Fennec making a way for them to have a bit of alone time during the victory party.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37194733

and

Marvel - The Falcon Captain America and The Winter Soldier / Arcane (“for the vibe and premise”—author)

hopeful by @philtstone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36709789/chapters/91574479

This s a SarahBucky AU, but it basically centers on Sam Wilson and the aftermath of things going terribly wrong, plunging the nation into police state, and superheroes/powered individuals go into hiding.

I had never heard of Arcane, but I jumped into this dystopian world immediately after I read the brief prologue helluva kick-off that ends:

Sam pulls his arm back and throws.

Settle back and enjoy.

OOOOOH I love the concept of both of these so much. Hell yeah for victory kisses and acting on feelings when you're basking in a win. And also, as someone who LOOOOVES Arcane (it's on Netflix and I HIGHLY recommend it. Season 2 coming out this year), I think this could work so well with a Captain America type of AU. These are both such great ideas! Thanks so much for sending them in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[puzzlebean]

All Is Right - Sharon/Sarah - General - 100 words

There is nothing better than coming home to Sarah and hugging her.

Written for @marvelfemslashweek day 3 prompt "hugs"

[melles1276]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sam Wilson's Family Members (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Fluff, Love is in the Air, can't you feel it, First Impressions, Slow Burn, aren't they a cute couple, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Protective Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Captain America Sam Wilson, Episode: s01e05 Truth (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier TV) Series: Part 1 of Moments in time Summary:

Missing scenes from "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" series ...

Episode 5: Sarah's thoughts after waking up the next morning (sort of).

[hearts-are-connected]

Got bored and decided to throw this together for my story "Family".

[meanolelady]

I’ve been going through immeasurable grief and loss and I’m trying to break out of it so I can start writing again and get back to my Sarah/Bucky community. I miss y’all and I’m trying so hard. I will get there soon. I can feel it.

[gghalcyon]

Bucky Barnes reached across the table to squeeze Sarah's hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine.

Title: Delicious | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (706 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 3 and 4 Prompt: “Pumpkin” and "Chai Tea" | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson go on a coffee date on a rainy day.

Rain poured down as Bucky and Sarah dashed through the busy streets, looking for cover. The dark clouds had rolled in swiftly, catching them off guard during their afternoon walk through the city. They squeezed under a cafe awning, both breathless and soaked to the bone.

"Sorry, our walk got rained out," Bucky said, pushing his dripping hair back from his forehead.

Sarah wiped rivulets of water from her face and hair. "Are you kidding? This is fun!" she said with a laugh. Her eyes sparkled with excitement despite the dreary downpour.

Bucky had to smile at her optimism. That was one of the things he loved about her - she could find joy in any situation. "If you say so. Why don't I grab us something hot to drink to warm up? There's a cafe right here."

Sarah nodded, glad that the quaint cafe was right behind them. At least they could get out of the rain and sit for a while until it passed.

The cafe was warm, cozy, and inviting. There were several small tables with chairs along the windows, as well as a few sitting nooks tucked into alcoves and some plush couches near the back. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there were few people there, so Bucky and Sarah had their pick of places to sit.

They opted for one of the private nooks towards the back, figuring it would help them warm up faster away from any drafts. Sliding into the worn leather booth, Sarah peeled off her soaked jacket while Bucky ordered their drinks.

He soon returned with two steaming mugs - a chai tea latte for himself and a pumpkin spice latte for Sarah, her favorite. He also brought a freshly baked cinnamon pastry for them to share.

Settling across each other, they held the warm mugs to their faces, letting the heat seep into their chilled skin.

"Mmm, this is perfect," Sarah said after a long sip of her latte. "Just what I needed."

"I'm glad you like it," Bucky replied. "Nothing better than warming up with something hot to drink on a cold rainy day."

Sarah smiled at him over her mug. "And even better when you have good company to share it with."

Bucky reached across the table to squeeze her hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine."

Sarah rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. "Me too, Bucky. I'm so happy we're together."

They continued chatting and enjoying their treats, simply content to be in each other's presence. The sound of the rain pattering on the window and the faint music playing in the cafe made it feel extra cozy.

When Sarah took another sip of her pumpkin spice latte, Bucky watched her closely. "I've never actually tried one of those before," he mused.

"No? Here, have a taste," Sarah said, handing her mug over.

Bucky took it and brought it to his lips. But before he drank, he set the mug down and reached for Sarah's hand again. His eyes locked onto hers intensely.

Sarah gave him a questioning look. "What is it?"

"There's something I want to taste more," Bucky murmured. He gently tilted her chin up as he leaned in.

Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as Bucky's lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She could taste the sweetness of the pumpkin spice latte as their kiss deepened. When they finally broke apart, her lips felt tingly and plump.

Bucky gently brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. "Delicious," he whispered huskily.

Sarah blushed at the desire in his eyes. No matter how many times they kissed, it always felt new and exciting. She picked up her mug again and took a sip, watching Bucky over the rim, a twinkle in her eyes.

"You're right, that is good," Bucky chuckled.

He squeezed her hand once more, interlacing their fingers. The rain continued falling steadily outside. But inside, wrapped up in their own little world, Bucky and Sarah had never felt warmer.