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amarriageoftrueminds · 3 months

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Random Bucky-related Fact I Uncovered:

The house on the left corner there is 169 Clinton Street (circa 1935), Brooklyn, where H. P. Lovecraft stayed 1924-1926. The area’s multiculturalism horrified him so much he had to write The Horror at Red Hook (1927) about it.

Why's this interesting?

Because if you look at this prop dog tag for Bucky in the MCU...

...You'll see that that next-of-kin address ^ for Bucky

Is two houses down, behind HP Lovecraft's place, on the street you're looking down at the far-left of that image up there. ^

So the area HP Lovecraft found horrifyingly multicultural in the late 1920s, that's where Steve and Bucky were growing up! 😊

#bucky barnes #bucky meta #historically accurate stucky tag #meta #mcu #mcu meta #h.p. lovecraft #hp lovecraft #160 State St #169 Clinton St #bucky finding out hp lovecraft is famous: WAIT you mean that creepy guy from round the corner?!#conclusion: steve and bucky would NOT care for lovecraft 😬#stucky #steve meta #stucky meta #steve rogers #*me being annoying bringing this up every time HP Lovecraft is mentioned* 😩#timeline #my meta

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hail-americas-ass · 3 months

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And on my breast you may carve a turtle dove, To signify I died of love.

This was written as a beyond belated New Year's gift for @kestrafagnor, @amarriageoftrueminds, @16woodsequ, and @dontcallmebree. Without their hilarious input in this post, this fic would never have left my Google Docs.

Link here.

In which, comedy and tragedy are rolled into a one-shot featuring the Howling Commandos & the Gayest Coverup in Modern History™, the inner thoughts of Steve as the war progresses and the passage of time steadily brings him closer to losing the man he loves.

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16woodsequ · 4 months

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Sunday Steve - Day Seven

Things that would be new or unfamiliar to Steve in the 21st century, either due to the time period he grew up in, or his social-economic status and other such factors.

Day Seven: Deodorant

For a long time body odour was not considered a problem for men. It was considered manly, and deodorants and antiperspirants (invented in 1888 and early 1900s respectively) were marketed to women.

Some solutions to body odour before deodorant became more mainstream in 1910s were excessive washing and perfume. To protect clothes women used dress shields (cotton or rubber pads placed in armpit areas). Scented talcum powders were another popular deodorizer.

Men started to be targeted by antiperspirant companies in the 30s, targeting male body odour as negative and unemployable. "In 1938, it was estimated that 60% of women and 20% of men in the United States used a product to control underarm odour" (Link).

Early deodorant formulas had to be suspended in acid. "Formulas of early deodorants damaged clothes and irritated skin" (Link). There were some health concerns in the early 20th century but these died away by the 30s.

Deodorant came in powders. liquid, creams, and eventually sticks, roll-ons, and aerosols.

Powders were "packaged in tins with a perforated lid" and put on with puffs.

The only form of antiperspirants in the 30s was liquid. The liquid was kept in glass jars, with plastic lids (early form used corks).

“Liquid deodorants were either applied to a rag and rubbed in or poured into the palm and splashed on. [...] Men also used cologne to cover up body smells but these were generally very expensive.” (Link)

Liquid deodorants/antiperspirants could be applied with a cloth or sponge. Later forms had an applicator built into the lid.

Above: Applying Check Deodorant with a sponge applicator.

Pastes and creams were the preferred form for early deodorants. They were less irritating, although sometimes greasy, especially in the 1910s before the formula improved.

The first successful antiperspirant cream was created in 1936, but it was less effective than liquid antiperspirant. Even so, it became very popular by 1945 and creams dominated the market.

Early stick deodorants used lipstick bases, so they were much smaller and 'stick' shaped than the typical deodorant shape today. From the recipe (found here) it seems this sticks were similar to today's deodorant sticks, or maybe chapsticks. Evaporation was an issue and the sticks had to be kept in airtight containers.

Sticks began to get bigger, into what we would recognise in the 60s.

1945 Lor-Odo, a deodorant stick, sold for 50 cents.

Roll-ons appeared in 1952 and the first commercially successful roll-on deodorant was created in 1956, so Steve wouldn't know this method. Same with aerosols which came out around the 60s.

As for price, this image gives a good idea for prices of deodorant products in Steve's time.

1937 Hush Cream, Instant Hush Liquid Deodorant, Hush Stick Deodorant and Personal Deodorant Powder for sanitary pads. (Link).

This inflation calculator says 10¢ is $2.14 in today's money and 50¢ is $10.68. For comparison, the cost of a gallon of gas was 10¢, a loaf of bread was 9¢ and toothpaste was 35¢. (Link)

Wrap Up

So would Steve have used some kind of deodorant/antiperspirant? Maybe. He wouldn't have started wearing it until the 30s for sure, but he may have bought it, if he could afford it.

I am not an expert but I feel the cost of deodorant would have been a stretch (especially if we think he was using baking soda for toothpaste as per our last post).

But considering how cleanliness and body odour began to be viewed in the 30s—and considering that Bucky clearly took pride in taking care of his appearance—Steve may have bought deodorant when he could. The possibility grows later into the 30s and 40s.

If he bought deodorant he would likely be used to cream or liquid deodorants, as these were very common.

Perhaps Bucky cared more about deodorant than Steve, and Steve bought some for Bucky as a gift when he could. Or, Steve used it himself periodically to hopefully seem more presentable to employers who might overlook him just on principle.

But it is also possible that Steve didn't bother with deodorant. After all, only 20% of men used it in 1938 and it would stretch his budget.

However, he may have used it on the USO tour. I can see them deciding Captain America needs to smell nice when smoozing with investors.

Either way, the 21st century's approach to zero body odour wouldn't entirely surprise to Steve—since the roots of that were developing in the 30s, but it would still be an adjustment to learn that men almost universally use some form of deodorant nowadays.

Sunday Steve Master Post

#sunday steve #long post #steve rogers #steve rogers meta #meta #deodorant #antiperspirant #US history #toiletry #toiletries #toilet water #eau de toilet #20th century #historically accurate #American history #bucky barnes

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sarifinasnightmare · 2 years

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Idk if you’re still taking prompts, but #23, with Sarah and Bucky? 💙

Okay so whoever asked for this, here it is. A #23 "You don't have to love me" arranged marriage Sarah x Bucky story! It's sort of fluffy with some historical liberties taken.

Warning: Period-typical racism, mentions of slavery, colorism, slight angst. Not graphic, I promise.

The Portrait

“You don’t have to love me.”

That’s what Bucky told the widow Sarah when he proposed to marry her in order to save her family’s wealth.

Sam went to fight the war and did not come back. Two white men, one blonde and one brunette came bearing her brother’s belonging and the bad news. The Wilsons made their fortune by purchasing land and renting it to tenant farmers as well as building a port where many docked their boats and built their businesses. Since they were one of the few black entrepreneurs that had fair pricing for colored people many moved to the small fishing town and flourished. With her husband dead and her brother now gone, she was the sole heir to the lands and port that many free people of color and other minorities who lived outside of New Orleans used as their homes and to work.

Her father was blind, and her mother was old, she also had two little sons she bore for Cassius, so she had to bear the responsibility of maintaining the property that the tenants lived in and the shipyard alone. Yet there were those who decided not to be so cooperative with her even though throughout their whole lives the Wilsons had always been helpful, generous landlords. She was just a woman after all and a dark-skinned woman at that. Who could she complain to if they didn’t pay on time or at all? Some of the bolder men had the gall to court her in the hopes of getting the Wilson wealth for themselves. Sarah knew bullshit when she saw it and refused to be bullied into submission. She hired men to help her intimidate the unruly tenants into paying and she firmly slammed the door on her suitors, but they were persistent, and she knew she couldn’t keep up the intimidation. She needed a permanent solution.

Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes offered to stay and help her. She was appreciative but wary, never liking to rely too heavily on white men; she feared the price of being in their debt might be too high. Steve eventually had to leave to meet and marry his sweetheart but promised to return if ever needed. However, James or Bucky as he liked to be called, remained and asked for nothing. Every morning he would show up, quiet and polite, asking what she needed done that day. It was strange for her to order a white man around, but he showed no embarrassment nor annoyance. The only time he was upset was when someone bothered her and then could she see a flash of aggression.

It was when Bucky had to literally throw the sixth suitor out on his ass from her door that he finally made the offer.

“If we marry, you and your family can continue running the business and if anyone has a problem with it then they can answer to me.” He explained quietly on the porch late that night.

“But why would you do that?” She demanded to know. “How do I know you won’t just take everything my family worked for and keep it for yourself? This all belongs to my boys, and I don’t want a white man taking it from them!”

“Sam, Steve and I went through hell together in that war and I can’t tell you how many times your brother saved my hide. We all thought we were going to make it, but damn it we couldn’t fight against the malaria. The fucking doctor didn’t want to treat blacks so I had to press the musket into his back and made him treat him.” He recalled his anger bleeding through his blue eyes. “I can’t bring Sam back and I wish we’d fought harder to bring his body home. I know Steve has a bride sailing for him, but I got nothing; no home, no family, and I want to do right by my friend. If you want to make sure your boys inherit everything then make a contract and I’ll gladly sign it. I mean to be honorable to you Sarah. You don’t have to love me.”

Honestly it would solve all her problems and then some. Having a husband was useful. Having a white husband was a golden opportunity. “Would you expect me to….” She gestured vaguely between them.

“I’d never force you.” He replied quickly. “When and if you want to. I can wait.”

“But then what are you getting out of this?”

Bucky’s gaze turned soft, then shrugged. “I don’t have a home, no real place to rest my head. Steve and I also want to start our own business. Sam had offered us a place in the dock to begin which was mighty generous of him. It’s only right to return his kindness with kindness.”

It was almost too good to be true and she spoke to her parents about it. They were suspicious, but the contract put them at slight ease. Darlene finally mused, “Make sure the contract is thorough, child. So far he’s been kind and he’s easy on the eyes to be fair. You could do worse.”

With her parent’s blessing she married Bucky and the whole neighborhood could not stop talking about it. Plaçage allowed wealthy white men to have left-handed marriages with girls born among the free people of color. However, these girls were mixed race, light skinned and beautiful, and the marriages were not legally recognized and lasted until the white man settled down with a proper wife. A few became common-law marriages, but the man was legally recognized as a bachelor. This? A white man legally marrying a widowed black woman? Unbelievable! The church questioned them, but they remained firm and signed their names in the church marriage registry.

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Sarah Barnes-Wilson now had everything under control. The tenants and workers listened to her and paid their rent on time. All Bucky had to do was knock the shit out of one unruly fishmonger with his metal arm to terrify the meanest to submission. The arm also got tongues wagging. He lost it during the war and a wealthy but crazy inventor named Stark made him the amazing metal contraption he had now. Most prosthetic arms were useless; this one supported weight, flexed its fingers and punched through walls. Yet never did he raise it towards her or her family.

Once Steve and his new bride Margaret arrived, both men started their trading business. Bucky never asked a cent from his wife and used all his own to get it up and running. Sarah offered them the space on her dock for free, but Steve wouldn’t hear of it. He was gentlemanly towards her, and his wife was sweet. She had never done business with such a stubborn pair of honorable men, and it eased her mind to know that whatever shenanigans took place it wouldn’t come from them.

They went into town a lot more frequently. Bucky walked besides Sarah wherever they went, openly treating her as his wife and glared at anyone who had a problem with it. By this time his incredible strength was known, and no one dared confront him. So long as it didn’t bring further reprisals or hurt their investments, it was fine.

Alexander John and Lil’ Cass were wary about their mother’s new husband. They had observed him while he maintained the house and surrounding property, sneakily following him like curious kittens. Usually, stories of stepfathers weren’t happy ones, but Bucky was patient and Sarah marveled at how soft he was when finally the boys felt comfortable enough to speak to him.

“What happened to your arm?” Cass asked timidly.

“A cannonball ripped it clean off and I don’t remember much else. It took a long time to get use to this one.”

“Does it hurt?” The older boy asked.

“Sometimes my shoulder aches when I take it off at night. I use hot towels to ease the pain.” He revealed.

Both the boys gaped in wonder that it could come off. “Do you like our mother? Is that why you married her?”

Bucky glanced over at Sarah who tried to appear busy hemming a shirt for him. “Yeah I like your mother fine but the reason we got married is because I wanted to help and because I have no family.”

The youngest boy realized something. “You’re lonely?”

“I was but you two are doing a good job of making me feel less lonely.”

The boys preened, pleased, and Bucky smiled back. Sarah had to fight down her own.

“When do we call you dad?”

“Um….” He glanced at his wife awkwardly and she looked back unsure. “…you can call me your father when you feel you’re ready to. There’s no rush, alright? Until then you can call me Uncle Bucky.”

The boys agreed and from then on they followed Bucky confidently, learning from him things their true father would’ve taught them.

Darlene and Sarah watched one day as he taught them how to manage a horse.

“He’s good with the boys. That’s a blessing.” The older woman commented.

“I keep waiting for him to lose patience or get angry with them, but it hasn’t come yet.” Sarah admitted. “He’s not what I expected.”

“And he’s been kind to you. He still sleeps in the spare room.” Darlene glanced at her. “Has he tried anything?”

She glanced over at her husband who caught her gaze and gave her a kind smile and a small one graced her lips, which seemed to please him. “No, except…”

“Yes?”

“He brought a flower and tucked it behind my ear.” She admitted, flushing.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Her mother shrugged. “Oh. Well, best check on lunch.” She said turning back inside. “Your father may be blind but he certainly knows how to put the fork in his mouth. Go get your boys. They’ll be hungry soon.”

“My boys?”

“Yes, all three of them.” She gestured towards the field.

She turned back to said boys, befuddled. In the months since they married, Bucky had been a perfect gentleman towards her. The only time he’d touched her was to seal their marriage with a kiss and good Lord what a kiss. He had cupped her chin and wet his lips before kissing her breathless. The way his mouth slanted against hers, hot and seeking left her trembling and her head spinning. She had to fight the incredible impulse to pull him back for another one. Since then, he hadn’t so much as taken her hand and even though she could hear his footsteps at night he never knocked the door and begged entry. Was it wrong to admit even to herself that she wanted him to ask? Was it wrong that for the first time she felt the pangs of lust?

Cassius and Sarah had gotten married because their parents approved of the arrangement. Both came from emerging wealth, and they wanted to acquire more. Money spared their families from the worst parts of Louisiana and allowed them to help their communities during hard times. The young couple had been kind and polite to each other. Mutual affection and respect grew as they found some things in common. She safely delivered their precious sons, and they were utterly devoted to their care. They were happy and content in their relationship. Did she love Cassius? Yes. She was fortunate that her husband had been a good man and yet his kiss never inflamed her like Bucky’s did. She never ached to be touched before. He would smile at her, his blue eyes bright and she’d want to swoon.

Bucky told her that she didn’t have to love him but what could she do if it was happening anyway?

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Cecilia Chapelle was one of the many beauties of mixed race who lived comfortably as the mistress of a wealthy white man who adored her. She had a beautiful French accent, had gorgeous dresses and her two sons attended the finest schools in Paris. As such it made her the loudest voice in town and when her eyes fell upon Sarah and Bucky with their boys one day looking for furniture she decided to chat.

“I heard you married a white man and I almost didn’t believe it, but there he is right before my eyes.” Cecilia said as they watched Bucky talk to the carpenter about the size of the new bed for AJ who was clearly excited about it. “He’s quite pretty. Well done, Miss Sarah.”

Sarah blushed modestly. “I didn’t do anything to…well…He asked and to be honest he’s been so good to everyone in the house. The boys adore him and he’s very gentle with them.”

“Is he gentle with you? He must be, the way you look at him.”

She didn’t want to admit that they hadn’t consummated their marriage, especially not to her! She’d tell everyone! “It’s not what I expected. But what about you? How are your sons?”

The woman smiled faintly. “They’re finishing up in Paris and then they’ll be heading towards Lili Belle Plantation.”

“Wait, the big house?” Sarah was stunned. “So you mean the stories were true?”

The story was that Cecilia was being paid a grotesque amount of money by her sons’ father and his proper white wife for them to adopt her sons. She was quarteron and her boys were so fair that they were often mistaken for white. Their father needed heirs since he had none, and his wife needed sons else the marriage would end up annulled and she’d be returned to her family in disgrace. The catch was that Cecilia could never see them again for as long as the other wife lives. The woman’s pride would not tolerate them having two mothers, plus it would hinder their legitimacy. The boys were preteens when they left for Paris and would return grown, under the guise of being distant orphan cousins that have been found and adopted to the childless couple. It was far-fetched, but it was enough for the Louisiana elite to deem them acceptable.

“It’s a fair trade.” Cecilia said firmly, broking no argument. “I have more money than I could ever need and my sons will never have to fear the slave auction. Besides the woman is frail; how long will she truly live?”

While Miss Chapelle’s voice was strong, her eyes told a different story and when the Barnes-Wilsons went back home, Sarah kissed and hugged her boys long and hard that night.

“What’s wrong? What did she say to upset you?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting outside on the wrap around porch that night.

“You’ll never know the fear of the auction. The sound of people screaming and crying not to be separated from their loved ones; their children.” She took a breath. “I’d do anything to keep AJ and Cass as far away from that as possible…If I ever lost them to that I’d die.”

Bucky instantly went to her side and grabbed her shoulders as she tried to brush the tears from her eyes. “Nothing will ever happen to those boys so long as I’m alive. If anyone so much as looks at them wrong I’d kill them, I promise you.”

“Cecilia just gave up her boys entirely. How could a mother do that? And yet I understand.” Sarah leaned against him, murmuring on his shoulder. “But I don’t know if I’d ever have the strength to do it. Nine months I carried them. I suffered and ached to give them life.”

“You’re a good woman and a good mother. Of course, you love your children and of course you want what’s best for them.” He smiled faintly at her. “Miss Cecilia made a tough choice. All I can promise you is that if a tough choice comes around at least you’ll have me to share the burden.”

She looked at him, touched and confused by his sincerity. “Bucky, I don’t understand you. You marry me, you protect my family as if we’re your own flesh and blood, and you ask for nothing but a bed and a warm meal. Why? Surely you want a little more for yourself?”

Suddenly the hands on her shoulders wrapped around her waist and pulled her firmly into his arms. Her breath caught at the realization of how very close they’d gotten. His blue eyes were so soft and warm looking at her that her gaze darted elsewhere, landing on his well-shaped lips.

“When I know you’re ready, maybe then I’ll ask for a little more.” He replied.

A gentleman to a fault, but tonight she needed more. Cupping her husband’s face, she kissed him back.

Bucky was stunned, but quickly melted at the softness of her lips and his tongue darted in, teasing her. She yielded, her mouth parting, urging him onward.

“Momma!”

The whining cry pierced the air, souring the budding romantic atmosphere. Sarah and Bucky drew apart and listened as the boys shouted at each other. Soon the stern voices of Paul and Darlene joined them.

“Duty calls.” She replied with an apologetic smile. It didn’t bother her though if anything it comforted her that AJ, Cass and her parents were safe and loved.

He grinned and kissed her forehead. “Yup. After you.” He gestured towards the door, then followed her to help smooth the mess over.

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Although the romantic interlude was interrupted it didn’t fade. Miss Cecilia told the entire town that the Barnes-Wilsons were “so in love” and it wouldn’t be long before the Wilson boys ended up with a few siblings soon. People now wondered why they’d never suspected but of course it was obvious that they were in love.

Sarah wished somebody had told her that sooner! Bucky had only ever done things that pleased her and avoided her when he could not be on his best behavior. Not once had he looked at another woman, he’d always complimented her before anyone else. Plus the way he looked at her made her heart flutter like nothing else had. Often now she liked to hold his hand or sit on the porch swing with his arm around her shoulder. It was divine, but there lay between them a desire for more.

One day she went into his room to bring in his fresh laundry when she noticed a familiar metal box. Before Sam went to participate in the battle, she had splurged and given him a miniature portrait of herself and their mother framed in thin metal that could be folded and easily tucked into a breast pocket. It was one Sam’s belongings that had not been returned. Apparently Bucky had kept it for himself. Incensed at his thievery of such an intimate gift, Sarah picked it up, and noticed that it was damaged. A side of it looked like it had been hit with a musket ball and completely damaged the little portrait of her mother, but hers was still intact. It was right next to the bed where he could see it every day so he couldn’t say that it had been misplaced.

Bucky walked into his room and saw a furious Sarah holding the miniature portraits. “Oh boy.” He muttered to himself.

She glared at him, clutching the little picture to her chest. “This was Sam’s. I had it made for him before he left. Why did you steal this?”

“I don’t know how to explain this without it sounding…crazy.”

“Try.” She snapped, hurt by the theft.

The unhappiness in her eyes wounded him and he had to be honest. “It wasn’t that I stole it. I never touched it until after Sam passed away. When he first showed it to me I saw your face and your eyes were so beautiful and your smile was just sweetest thing I’d ever seen. There was so much ugliness in the battlefield and just seeing you was enough for me to sleep. Sometimes he’d prop it up and leave it open overnight and I’d just look at you. When Sam died, we put all his stuff in the satchel and…I couldn’t bear parting with it.”

Sarah almost didn’t want to believe him except that he blushed furiously and looked around awkwardly like a boy caught stealing. “Bucky do you love me?”

“I think…yes. I love you.” He stepped closer to her and laid his hands over hers. “I know I said you didn’t have to love me, but I made no such promise.”

He was so close to her now and his hands felt like so good on hers. They were also in his room, alone with no one to disturb them. They were husband and wife after all, they can be as close as they pleased. “You married me because you loved me.” She realized and when he nodded her stomach clenched in excitement. Leaning over she kissed him and he wrapped her in his arms. This time his hands wandered, stroking the length of her back before cupping her ample backside causing her to moan sweetly against his lips.

“Bucky.” She whimpered when his lips traveled down to cover her throat in kisses.

“Do you consent?” He breathed against her pulse.

“Yes, husband, yes.” She sighed as pleasure unlike any she’d ever known licked through her body.

“SARAH!” Darlene’s voice pierced the air. “Where are you? We’re not done with the sewing!”

The disappointment was palpable, and Bucky groaned, pulling back. Sarah was equally as miffed and visibly pouted.

“I’m coming, Momma!” She called out as she tugged at her dress. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. We have tonight…at least I think we do. Do we?” He asked tentatively, not wanting her to feel pressured even though he was burning for more.

She beamed and nodded gently. “We do.”

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The day moved like molasses, and everyone seemed to be reluctant to go to bed. Bucky had helped with some heavy merchandise and now his left shoulder ached. Sarah took the initiative and brought a basin of hot water with some towels to his room. She waited patiently as he took off the metal arm and winced faintly at the frightening popping sound it made before it came free. Asking him to take off his linen nightshirt and doing a terrible job of not noticing how fit her husband’s body was, she coaxed him to sit in bed where she began to put a freshly heated, damp towel over the sore muscles of his back and shoulders.

Bucky sighed in relief at the heat as it spread pleasantly through his overused physique. Usually, he’d do this himself but the sensation of his wife touching his bare skin was such a dream come true that he didn’t want it to end.

Her fingers glided over the ropes of steel that ran under his skin and marveled at it. When did this transformation occur where once she feared his strength and now she longed to feel it above her and inside? Her body fluttered and she caressed his sides.

“Sarah, I told you that I loved you.” He rumbled. “Do you think you perhaps might love me?”

“When I married my first husband it took time for our affection to grow. I thought that was normal. But then I met you and even though I grew up fearing men like you it didn’t stop my heart from aching to know you.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his warm, damp shoulder. “And your kiss. My God your kiss.”

“Does that mean…?”

“Without knowing, without trying, I fell for you.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging from the back. “I didn’t have to love you, but I do.”

Bucky grinned broadly then turned around so he could kiss her, then grabbing her around her waist, easily dragged her around to sit on his lap. Sarah gasped but once settled went back to kissing him. Still in her nightgown and bayan, she shivered when he loosened the robe, then coaxed her on her feet so he could take it off properly. Feeling like a new bride all over again, she allowed her husband to undress her. She was as naked as a newborn, but Bucky stared at her as if he’d just seen a goddess. Reaching out for him, she pulled him down with her down to the bed.

Despite having only one arm, he was a wonderful lover. He bathed her in his kiss, hot and wet, his hand caressed her finding that secret pleasure spot that she didn’t know she had until she was moaning breathlessly. His body felt so good and she adored the reaction when her fingers glided over his muscles, down to his hips and caressed his length.

“Sarah.” He moaned and she loved how soft his features became as she stroked him. Maneuvering herself underneath him, she parted her thighs and guided him in. Cassius had been large and Bucky proved to be the same, so the stretch and burn as he slid himself into her silky warmth felt familiar and comforting. Yet he felt totally different as he made love to her in a slow and tender then a steadier pace.

Their lips sough each other and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, he was just too handsome not to touch. He seemed to appreciate it, groaning and murmuring heated words to her.

“Sarah…..sweetness…” He moaned against her plump lips as their rhythm picked up and he drove into her with greater need, he pressed his hips against her mound and a shock of pleasure almost made her shout. He grinned wickedly, pleased. Dipping down, he sought and consumed a breast, teasing each one until she whimpered.

“Bucky please, darling…” Tunneled her hands through his hair as the sinful pleasure took control and slowly drove her mad. It seemed to go one yet ended too soon for them as they surged deeper, and harder, the bed squeaking gently with their passion, until her leg legs clutched around his hips and they both shuddered, the climax rendered them breathless, then they gasped when it finally released them and they sagged apart, sated and weak.

“That was lovely.” She sighed contently. “Is your shoulder alright?”

Bucky faintly smiled. “My shoulder is grand. It isn’t a chore making love to you, wife.”

“Then can we do it again?” Fighting down a blush at her audacity.

He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her good and proper. “As my wife wishes.”

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Things were good between them before, now they were much better. The next day he moved into the master bedroom with Sarah and Darlene only lifted a brow, but at her daughter’s smile she realized it was alright and didn’t ask. Paul may be blind, but his hearing was keen.

“Huh, maybe we’ll have granddaughters to even out the boys.” He muttered, not displeased.

AJ and Cass were blissfully unaware of their parents’ budding passions and went about being content boys. They went to school and followed their stepfather learning how to run the family business. As of yet they hadn’t called him anything but Uncle Bucky until-

“DAD! Someone is coming!” Cass cried out excitedly. AJ looked at his brother, shocked and the smaller boy clapped a hand over his mouth. “Is that okay?”

The couple were equally as surprised, and he swooped down to pick Cass up and give him a hug. “More than okay. Thank you, son.”

Sarah squinted and then shrieked when she saw who was coming. “Sam?? SAM!!” She ran down the porch and Sam jumped off his cart to meet her halfway. Gathering his sister in his arms, he swung her around as if they were children.

It was a miracle and soon the whole house was in an uproar as they marveled at the return of their son and brother. Sam explained that it hadn’t been malaria but yellow fever, but he’d fallen to unconsciousness and the doctor claimed he was dead. Dragged to be buried in a mass grave with other victims of the disease he had been abandoned where he had been found by good people who realized that he was still alive. They had nursed him back to health, but by the time he recovered everyone had gone and he had little means to come back home.

“Well why didn’t you write? Tell us what happened? I would’ve gone to get you.” Bucky protested.

“I did send letters! Didn’t anyone get them?” Everyone shook their heads. “Dammit.”

“But then what’s with the loaded cart and horse? How’d you get that?” Darlene asked.

Sam grinned. “I met with some Quakers who helped me earn some money and of course you know how I work.”

Sarah snorted. Her brother could sell ice to Eskimos and his cart had been loaded with goods from all parts of the Americas. He was glad that all his effects were returned to his family and didn’t even seem too shocked about Bucky and his sister’s marriage.

“You always had that look on your face when you saw her portrait.” He explained with a smug smile. “I wondered what your intentions were and I’m glad that they were honorable.”

Bucky smiled at his wife who beamed modestly. “She deserves nothing less.”

The news spread around town that Sam Wilson had returned from the dead. Many people were astounded by his good luck. Steve and his wife quickly rode to the Wilson house to see for himself and embraced his friend warmly, apologizing for having abandoned him. Sam forgave them both. How could they know? It didn’t matter, everything worked out perfectly in the end.

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Things were better for the Wilsons, the Barnes-Wilsons and the Rogers. Business began to flourish as trades never stopped. Bucky now had money to offer to build Sarah their own home since Sam would inherit the family property and likely start his own family. She and her boys were excited at the prospect of something new.

“How many formal bedrooms do we want, love?” He asked as they surveyed the field that would be their home. AJ and Cass ran around claiming the spots their bedrooms would be.

“Five would be ideal.” She mused with a secret smile. “One for us, two for the boys and one for guests.”

He made a face. “Your math is off. There’s still one room.”

“You’re right, my darling. We’ll leave that one for the baby.”

Bucky looked at her from head to toe, surprised. “Sarah!”

“Why are you so surprised? What do you think happens when a man and woman get together?” She teased, her smile a mile wide, then shrieked with glee when he swept her off her feet.

He kissed her long and hard, clutching her tight in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him just as passionately. They then told the boys who jumped in excitement at the prospect of a brother or sister. The day was perfect, and their future looked to be a good one.

#sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #arranged marriage #prompt challenge #23 #colonial america fiction #not historically accurate #fleurdelove

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Did you know that between 1939 and 1941 the NYC Tax Administration and the Works Progress Administration collaborated to take photographs of nearly every building in all 5 boroughs of New York City? And that you can see these photos today thanks to NYC Municipal archiving? This is, obviously, amazing for hundreds of reasons. For the purposes of this post, it's fantastic because this is a very real address:

And when I put that address into the photo locator map, I get this:

Going from there, we can walk around the surrounding blocks via photographs. And if we assume that Steve and Bucky's pre-war apartment was fairly close to the Barnes', then these photos from 1939 to 1941 are a historically accurate trip to their neighborhood.

So, let's explore some pre-war Brooklyn. For your fic inspiration needs, your feelings, the general Stucky vibes, or just because:

160 State Street, bigger and without the map.

(If you ever feel like making the details of a fic incredibly historically accurate, there are so many real businesses to choose from in these photos.)

Like I said, there are pictures of nearly every building. This is just a small collection of the images I grabbed from the immediate blocks around 160 State. You can walk around the neighborhood in more detail, or anywhere else in 1939-1941 New York you want on the map I used.

#SteveBucky #Stucky #MCU #I also just (unsurprisingly) really enjoy all of these photos #truly I am showing a lot of restraint by limiting how many of them I put in this post #this can very much also go in my Vintage New York tag

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Lead Us to Temptation- Masterlist

Summary: In the small town of Eden Ridge, you knew several things to be true: church happened every Sunday, the saloon served free lunch with the purchase of a drink on Thursdays, coal miners left work at 7PM sharp, and Bucky Barnes was a man sent from the depths of hell dangling the threat of temptation and sin right in front of your face. All you need to do is reach out and grab it.

Pairing: Outlaw!Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: Cowboy/western/outlaw AU, religious themes, Midwestern Gothic, dark themes, guns, violence, misogyny, crass language, alcohol, smoking, explicit content, mature content, overall mature themes. The story takes place a little further north than the typical wild west setting because I am a Midwestern girl at heart. Bucky is going to be 10 years older than reader (i am trying not to use Y/N). The time line is the late 1880s/1890s. As always my reader is most likely plus sized/curvy. If you see any Red Dead Redemption references no you didn't

DNI if you are under 18 or if these themes upset you.

Read me on AO3

A/N: Well howdy there folks! Isn't it crazy when you say you're going to retire from writing fanfictions and then are possessed to write one? Anyways I'm back and better than ever and I hope you all enjoy the ramblings of someone who is terminally H word if you know what I mean. As always, likes and reblogs are immensely appreciated. There will be no tag list because i am far too lazy to do that, but feel free to turn on notifications for me or bookmark it on AO3 where it will also be posted per usual. Also I'm sorry if its not 100% historically accurate, I'm doing a lot of research in fashion and what not but at the end of the day I'm just a girl. The tag to find this in my blog will be #LUT

🔥- Smut

Chapter 1- Precious Lord Take my Hand

Chapter 2- Good Old Fashioned Catholic Guilt 🔥

Chapter 3- Hell Hath No Fury

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #mcu #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #LUT #marvel mcu #bucky barnes x plus size reader

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Buck's Eleven

Title: Buck's Eleven Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky and Steve with mentions of Bucky x ex!wife Reader Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Going into a job this big, you have to take the house or know the house will hunt you down and swallow you into its belly. Vegas is unforgiving. Good thing they're the best at what they do.

Content/Concept Warnings: Thief/Con Artist AU, smoking, 1960s elements, references to sexual acts

Notes: CONQUERING FOUR EVENTS/CHALLENGES, which is my crowning moment this summer:

@buckybarnesevents WEEK FIVE of Hot Bucky Summer: "When I First Met You..."

Sixth square of @buckybarnesbingo U4: "AU: Historical"Playing Games"

Featuring Lemonade and a Road trip for @the-slumberparty's June Challenge

AND MY FOURTH AND FINAL SQUARE for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C4 "Thief/Con Artist" (and including an Alpine sighting so I can collect my TOE BEANS)

This is an MCU homage to Ocean's Eleven drawing direct inspiration from the 1960 and 2001 films. The 2001 has been one of my favorite heist movies since it came out, and I had never seen the 1960s original until this week, but once I started watching it, my jaw dropped with excitement over how ripe it was to adapt for a Bucky (and Steve) AU because in the original, it's 15 years after WWII and the crew is a reassembled group of guys who were in the army together!

I borrowed some dialogue beats directly from the 2001 film, and those are in bold italics.

Story graphic by me, story dividers by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

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“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Bucky takes a seat in the chair across from the penitentiary’s release board and settles his hands casually in his lap.

The man in the center taps his cigarette in the ash tray before returning it to his lips. “Please state your name for the record.”

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Thank you. Mr. Barnes, you’re meeting with this board today to answer a few questions so we can determine whether or not you intend to break the law again.”

Bucky nods. Contrition. Congeniality. A touch of charisma, but nothing too memorable. That’s what he must serve up.

“This is your first conviction, but you have been implicated in a long list of other cases for confidence schemes and frauds. Is this a fair and accurate record?”

Bucky glances at the doll off to the side at a small table of her own, clicking away impressively at a typewriter.

“I expect your records to be nothing but accurate, though – as you said – I’ve been implicated but never charged.”

“Mr. Barnes, what we’re trying to find out is: was there a reason you committed this crime, or was there simply a reason you got caught this time?”

“My wife left me. I was upset. I fell into a self-destructive pattern.”

Exactly what he knows they would like to hear.

“If released, is it likely you would fall into a similar pattern?”

Bucky cocks his head almost imperceptibly. “She already left me once; I don’t think she’d do it again just for kicks.”

“Fellas, you know I’d do almost anything for ya, but not… not this,” Banner looks between them, rubbing the back of his neck.

Steve smiles warmly, the smile he knows tricks his friends and his marks into whatever he needs. “Why waste all the little tricks that the army taught us just because it’s sort of peaceful now?”

The din of the night club around them – games of cards, dames performing on stage, drinks being served up all around – gives them all the privacy they need to hold a sensitive conversation around the table, just the three of them.

“We’re trained men,” Bucky adds.

“I know. I know you are, and we always did good work.”

“Better with you on the crew, you keep us careful.”

“You remember a little operation called Stacks back on the Sokovian front?” Steve asks.

“Do I! Eleven of us in and out under the cloaking of the trees at night with more Axis piles of cash than was decent for either side to have stockpiled away.”

“We should have buried it,” Bucky says.

“Speaking of money, you’re going to need an enormous amount of backing to pull this off in Vegas. The city’s not a sleepy little town tucked away near the mountains and off the grid of the main occupation, it’s got a million neon lights glowing on it every night.”

“Fury, easy.”

“None of us are gonna be as easy as you think. You’ll need the best electrician around, and Tony’s out.”

“Got religion?” Bucky asks.

“Naw, he and Pepper have got a kid now.”

Bucky looks to Steve, but he seems unconcerned. “Morgan – she’s cute.” Steve looks back to Banner. “I think he’ll do it.”

Banner shakes his head, but grins. “Pepper’s already unhappy he’s back in the game on the fluffy jobs, but if you think you can convince him… You get Fury and you get Tony, I’ll play ball with you.”

“You can’t do it. It’s impossible. I made it impossible. I invented casino security. When I first met you boys, you were bright young cocky upstarts. Now you’re bright and cocky – and just lucky that most of the time you’re not too cocky. Now I like you boys, but it can’t be done.”

“You know what? You’re probably right.”

“Eyes were too big for our stomachs.”

“You would know better than anyone.”

“Sure, sure. I just don’t want to see you boys behind bars, especially since you’re fresh out, Barnes.”

“Well, we appreciate the lemonade all the same,” Steve says, setting down his now empty glass.

“It’s hand pressed every morning down at the river market.”

“And thank you for taking care of Alpine while I was away,” Bucky scratches the the head of his white cat, who hasn’t stopped purring since being reunited. He scoops her up to his chest, and he and Steve stand to leave.

“It was good to see you, Nick,” Steve says.

“Give Maria your addresses on the way out, she’s got me a good source on Cuban cigars, I’ll send each of you a box.”

Bucky nods. “That’s sure nice of you.”

They turn and start to walk across the terrace toward the patio doors.

Fury looks after them. He sighs. “Tell me the marks.”

They slowly turn back, appearing to casually answer, but knowing this will bring him in.

“The… Sahara–“

“–Sahara, the Riviera, and the Dunes,” Bucky finishes.

“Hold on.” Fury stands. “Those are Pierce’s places. What do you two got against Pierce?”

“Pierce is the king on top of the mountain right now, nothing more than that.”

“I still owe him for how he got me with Project Insight,” Steve adds, “but I could get him back some other way. The golden opportunity to knock over his casinos on the fight night of the year, Thor vs. Starlord in a few weeks? That’s just destiny giving me the gift to make it sweeter that it’ll be his money.”

“And, Rogers, you’re okay with this knowing full well who the dame rumored to be attached to his son’s arm?”

“Yep,” Steve says without hesitation. “It’s not about her. Pierce is the king on the top of the mountain right now, we just want to topple him over. I still owe him for Project Insight. Besides, Buck’s not stupid enough to make this about a dame who divorced him, and like you said it’s only a rumor that she’s his doll.”

Fury turns his stare to Bucky. He shrugs. “She’s made it pretty clear with the divorce papers.”

He studies him for a moment, then seems satisfied.

“And you’re just going to go on your little road trip across the country recruiting your team?”

“Who doesn’t love a summer road trip?” Bucky asks, a full grin on his face.

“Sam’s already in Sin City, picked out a nice house for us to set up and lay low in Henderson.”

“Henderson’s nice and sleepy. Banner will be there by the end of the week, and we just came from seeing Tony.”

“You should swing through Salt Lake City, look in on the Maximov Twins, they’re pulling off some impressive stuff among the locals there.”

“I’ll put them on the list.”

Steve leans up against the side of the convertible while Bucky starts to pump the gas.

“Sam’s not eager about the kid.”

“I know he’s not,” Bucky smirks. “But he’s our grease man. There’s a reason they’re calling him the Spider Boy Wonder now. Besides, he was a kid before I went in, it’s been four years, he’s not a kid anymore.”

“He’s impressive.”

Steve lets silence fall for a beat.

“Tell me it’s not about her. Tell me you are not stupid enough to make this about her.”

Frankly Bucky is shocked and impressed that it took Steve thirty minutes to press him about you now that he knows.

“It’s not about her, it’s about five million cool a piece.”

Steve looks dubious. “Because when we say ‘till the end of the line…’”

“It’s not about her, she just happens to be there, but I’m not ignoring that fact – we’re just going to use it to our advantage because she’ll be a blind spot for him.”

“Because she was a blind spot for you?”

“No, she was never that.” She was fireworks, electricity, what kept him sharp when he was on his game, before he got caught and sulked behind bars.

Steve sighs and his face softens. “I know. Just promise me we don’t do anything stupid.”

"No, nothing stupid. Too much riding on this. Heist of our lives."

As they pulled out onto the street, car aimed for the interstate, Bucky wouldn't spend the duration of the road trip thinking about you, but you would cross his mind frequently, as you always had.

With the miles ahead of them, the memories of you could distract him in peace. Thoughts of when he first met you. Thoughts of sneaking into rooftop parties and pools at places like Fury’s like you two had done when you were both too broke to get in any other way. Thoughts of his hand disappearing under your skirt and up to tease the delicious heat between your thighs. Thoughts of your head falling back and exposing your throat to him. Thoughts of your head falling forward to rest against his. Thoughts of you gasping beneath him as he thrust inside you. Thoughts of you wrapped up in his arms, leaning against his chest as you watched the sun set on your little balcony of that third-floor apartment in the city. Thoughts of the soft mornings and late nights in the bed you had shared together until you didn’t. Thoughts he fights both to hold onto and forget.

But you were unforgettable. You were his. You had to be his again. He's waited for just the right angle to set you in his sights again, and he knows he can get you as sure as he knows they will walk away with over fifty million and without a trace.

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

#bucky barnes au #navy and roo's sleepover #buckybarnesbingo2023 #bbb2023 #hotbuckysummer2023 #alternate juneiverse 2023 #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes and steve rogers #oceans eleven au #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #alpine the cat #aspen wrote something #connect4au #female reader

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ZenaidaMacrouras1

See ZenaidaMacrouras1’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Tumblr: ZenaidaMacrouras1 Discord: zenaidamacrouras

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: AUs of all sorts, identity based fics like engineer, artist, musician, circus performer, civil rights lawyer, whatever. Fluff with a bit (or a lot) of angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, enemies-to-lovers, and they were roommates, there was only one bed, kidfic, smut, comic book style action and adventure

Will not create works that contain: Historical fiction that needs to be accurate, unhappy ending, dark!characters, daddy kink, a/b/o, HTP, most kinks (ok with smut, just don’t tend to be good at writing kink focused smut), strictly adheres to canon (I'm ok with canon elements, but not good at painstaking accuracy to canon) I am not interested in writing abuse or toxic relationships or underage pairings. Threesomes and polyamory are not preferred as part of the main storyline.

-- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1082

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - Any Universe Valkyrie-centric - Any Universe Kate Bishop & Lucky - Any Universe Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop - Any Universe Yelena Belova-centric - Any Universe

Work Description: I am offering a fic of around 5-10,000 words. I expect to have that fic done in the first half of 2024 barring any unexpected crises. It may grow into something enormous, because my fics often do, and I will factor word count into final bidding amount (higher bid likely = longer story). Most of my work is AU and tends to have a character driven romance arc with some smutty scenes, I am open to canon and canon-adjacent as well as an element of action adventure, fantasy or science fiction. My favorite is Stucky, but happy to hear different ships as long as I feel like I can capture that character’s voice and that I can imagine the pairing happy and healthy (if only for a one night stand). I value diversity and am happy to answer questions prior to bidding about any identity, pairing, disability, etc.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Auction ID: 2046

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers - Any Universe Valkyrie-centric - Any Universe Steve Rogers-centric - Any Universe Kate Bishop-centric - Any Universe Avengers fandom any gen - Any Universe

Work Description: I am willing to work with pieces up to around 100k, a little more is fine, or 2-3 shorter pieces. Higher bid can be related to more work I can beta, or closer editing work/more rounds of edits, etc. My betaing skills include SPaG, world building, smut writing, characterization, dialogue, plot, pacing, some sensitivity reading for diversity as well as people with disabilities, soundboarding and fact checking for a number of skills. Note: I enjoy writing smut, though not kink, and am not great at writing or editing kink. However, if you are looking to hone your schmoopy, romantic, verbal consent smut writing skills, this is something I have spent a great deal of time thinking about. Have any other questions, reach out to me!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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enchanted | regency!bucky

pairing: regency!bucky barnes x regency!reader

warnings: sexism, fluff, angst, regency style dialogue, 18+ ONLY, not historically accurate with writing liberties, smut, loss of virginity

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i was enchanted to meet you ...

There was things she used to dream of when she was little. She dreamed of travelling, meeting new people and being part of society and part of her dreamed of whom would be by her side doing those things. Perhaps when she was younger she didn’t even consider the idea of someone as well positioned in society as James was. Well, she always knew she’d be married off to someone of similar or slightly higher social standing as her family similarly to her sisters, she’d never imagined being married to a prince - much less getting married to one without anyone watching. It felt right. Even if she was getting married in a last season gown she’d worn to her sister’s engagement ball, it was perfect. She’d taken her mother’s veil and was now standing in front of the small chapel, holding her brother’s arm.

- You know mum’s gonna kill you?

- Mum’s not gonna know. For all she knows, we’re having a lavish wedding sponsored by the Queen.

- I can’t believe you’re making me lie to mum. - Andrew rolled his eyes as they opened the doors of the chapel.

She didn’t hear anything else after that, her eyes were immediately on her soon to be husband. This was all that mattered, this was the wedding she wanted - just her and her fiancé. She had to admit that her mother was right, everything just became blurry and it was just the two of them, that was all that mattered - the two of them, here. Her brother handed her over to James. Her hand fit in his like it was made just for him and she couldn’t help but smile ear to ear as he rose her veil over one of her old jewelled headbands. All the sound was mumbled, even her vows were unheard by her own ears as all she could think of was looking at him and in that moment she realised one thing. Through all the memories she had of him, all the bickering and arguing and hiding, this - this was all she wanted. James smiled back at her, leaning to kiss her and it felt just like it should. She felt as if she could drown in the taste of his lips and what sweet death would that be.

It was a giddy feeling, not knowing what to say when they pulled away, only smiling at her husband. Her husband. She could get used to that, the only title she’d only use with him. James kissed the side of her forehead, mumbling a thank you to the archbishop who clearly didn’t want to stick around for long - after all, marrying the future King in secrecy wouldn’t be a good thing if it got out.

- Before you start making out with my sister again. - Andrew interrupted the two of them. - We need to get her back before the home realises she’s gone missing. Last thing we need is for any gossip to circulate.

- But what about my wedding night? - James smirked at those innocent words coming out of her mouth. She surely must known of what incurs during a wedding night; yet again, she was a debutante woman of high stand in the ton.

- I’m sure you can have your wedding night when you have your fake wedding. - Andrew squinted at James. He knew he had no business being upset at him, after all they were married and were allowed to do whatever they wished. Yet, she was still his youngest sister. - Shall we go, sister.

She rolled her eyes at her brother’s eagerness, turning to stare at her husband instead. His hand cupped her face, looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. To him she was and she looked the most precious a woman could. He doubted anything else they attempted to do as a wedding would make her look as radiant as she was right now. She looked just like a dream, a technicolour picture of beauty and he wanted nothing more than not be departed from her - she was his wife after all. And what a lovely wife she was.

- I shall call on you tomorrow, my lady.

- Shall you call me my lady until the end of my days, Lord Barnes?

- I could always call you Lady Barnes when we’re by ourselves. - he leaned his forehead against hers. - Or I could call you mine in front of every one else.

Y/N gave him a mischievous look, one which would usually result in an argument which they usually indulged, however, it instead resulted in a kiss. Her head slightly tilted to the side as she took a last look at her husband before she was being dragged into the carriage and back into the Vernillane London residency. She climbed the stairs softly as not to wake up her mother and father or any of her other brothers. As she laid in bed, she couldn’t help but look at the ceiling and laugh with delight to herself, staring at her engagement ring which at some point would be replaced by a wedding band. Not that it mattered, a mark of a true wedding, at least of a love match as she had intended, was the hold the other person had of her heart and Lord Barnes, her husband, was holding her heart. She turned around in bed, pulling her sheets with her and preparing to attempt to go to sleep when she heard a beat against her window. She ignored it at first but once it repeated, she got up from her bed and pushed the curtains open. In the dimmed lights of the street she saw him there, right at the back of the home, throwing pebbles at her window.

- What are you doing? - she mumbled loudly enough for him to hear it as she opened her window, but he didn’t respond. He merely held onto one of the various vines that climbed up the home and just like the plant climbed up to her balcony. - What if someone sees you here, your Grace?

- And does what? Force us into marriage, your Grace? Shall I remind you we are already married?

- I believe the ton is still expecting that to happen. - she hushed him into the bedroom. - If you cannot be departed from your wife for merely a night, it does appear you may be obsessed.

- Oh, Lady Barnes, I am deeply obsessed with the mere idea of your existence. - he wrapped his arms around her. - Besides, I believe it is not normal for a husband to be parted from his wife during their wedding night.

- What would be so special about a wedding night, my lord?

- Why don’t you let me show you?

She’d heard whispers, whispers of what it was and of what particularly happened during the wedding night. She was shielded from it like any other debutante yet she didn’t mind one bit the secrecy as Bucky leaned in to kiss her. She delved into it, her hands cupping the back of his head as his held her waist. It did no longer matter the secrecy, neither did she care about it as he started to kiss down her neck. His lips sucked down her skin, her teeth biting under he lip. The two hit the front of the bed, falling onto the mattress as he pulled her nightdress over her head.

- Do you wanna do this? - he kissed up her chest to her lips before looking deep into her eyes. - We don’t need to do this now.

- I wanna do this.

He kissed her once more, smiling through the kiss at the mere look of her. God, she was his. The picture of beauty was his and god he could do everything just to keep it. Bucky unbuckled his trousers and took of his shirt, looking at her once more as she couldn’t stop looking at him. She felt an odd tingling sensation in the middle of her legs, one if she was unaware she should feel when looking at her husband naked; yet, at this moment she thought if this was depravity, then she’d wish to be the most depraved person of all.

He looked at her once more, his eyes searching for a reassurance of consent which she gave once she nodded, her hand wrapped around her bicep once he thrust into her. It was a weird feeling to describe; it stung but it also felt like a high which she could get addicted to it. Heck, she was already addicted to it. The feeling of him inside of her, rubbing against her walls as he slowly moved in and out of her was enough to have her cover her mouth not to wake up anyone in the home.

- When I take you home, you won’t need to put your hand over your mouth, my love. - he whispered against her ear, his hands wrapping around her hips as he began to start moving faster and slowly. - You’re gonna be screaming all fucking night. The whole of London will know you’re mine. You’re mine.

- James!

He wasn’t gonna do even half of what he wanted tonight. No, this was her first time, she deserve softness and care. However, he could merely fantasise of what he’d do to her, of how it’d feel to have her lips wrapped around his cock, so clueless to what needed to be done, needing him to do it. He could imagine himself delving into her pussy, tasting it and making her cum solely from it. His thrusts quickened, a result of his fantasies and the mere look of her, attempting not to mean with glistening skin. He continued to move in and out, his finger rubbing her clit until her walls clamped around him, her mouth holding open as she attempted not to moan until those walls relaxed. She breathed out as he continued to fuck her like a wild animal until strings of white coloured her walls. He fell next to her, pulling her in for a long kiss before kissing her forehead and nose.

- I love you, milady. - he breathed out. - I will always love you.

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steve-rogers-new-york · 1 year

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Recipe Advent Calendar - Day 10

Happy Holidays!

To celebrate the season, I am doing 12-days of seasonal recipes from the 14th to the 25th December. These are recipes published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle newspaper during the period that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes lived in Brooklyn in the early 20th century.

Moravian Christmas Cookies

1/2 cup butter or other shortening, melted 1 cup molasses, heated 1/2 cup brown sugar 3/4 teaspoon ginger 3/4 teaspoon cloves 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg 1/4 teaspoon allspice Dash of salt 3/4 teaspoon soda 3 3/4 cups sifted special cake flour Combine butter and molasses, add sugar, spices, salt and soda. Add flour. Let stand in cold place a week. Place a small amount of dough on a slightly floured board and roll paper-thin. Cut with fancy cookie cutters. Place on greased baking sheet and bake in moderate oven 365 degrees Fahrenheit six minutes. These cookies keep indefinitely in closed tins. Makes 200 cookies.

The recipe appeared in the Friday 19 December 1930 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

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amarriageoftrueminds · 1 year

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steve probably spent a lot of time bedridden or in hospital, and playing cards have always been cheap. i bet he knows how to count cards, got invited to play cards with the other candidates at camp lehigh on their first night, sharked the game, and never got asked to play again.

Also offers up the possibility of Steve and Bucky playing as a team, during the war, with Bucky card-counting and secretly signalling, while Steve (the guy with the USO money) pulls the big dumb blonde act, ('oh look fellas, my bet came through! what're the odds!') with his big blue eyes all innocent, every time he strikes it rich.

Takes the Howlies ages to catch on (and they can still never work out how exactly Sarge is signalling!)

Steve's photographic memory would probably come in super useful for this too...

Also: imagine Bucky trying to keep bedridden Steve entertained by learning...😬...magic card tricks. Only half works because he's so appallingly bad at it that Steve ends up laughing himself into a coughing fit.

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hail-americas-ass · 6 months

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📖Ao3 Masterlist

✒ A Bloody Martini, Please (Vampire!Bucky x Pre-serum Steve) 3.8K words

On a cool, withering October night, Steve unexpectedly runs into a man who either the man of his dreams or his nightmares. No in betweens. Not all seems completely natural about this beautiful stranger, not from his crystalline eyes to his curiously sharp teeth. Or, Bucky is clearly a vampire, and Steve is a poor botanist who's just a bit oblivious.

✒ Home is Where the Heart is, So Come Home (To Me) 1.5K words

(Post-CATWS) 1.5K words

In which Steve celebrates his 97th birthday with Sam and Nat, but he can't help but wish Bucky is with him too.

✒ For Never Was a Story of More Woe Than This 8.6K words

(Stucky Theatre AU, Enemies to lovers) 8.6K words Fic Masterlist

"What would Juliet be without her Romeo?" Bucky snorts. "Fucking alive is what she would be." ... Bucky Barnes hasn't heard from Steve Rogers in 3 years. He'd rather never hear from him again. Too bad he's transferring to Stark Performing Arts University where he'll be forced to take the male-only lead roles with Steve in the school's queer rendition of the play "Romeo & Juliet". The close proximity triggers sparks to fly and the pair begin to rethink and investigate why they hate each other so much. Maybe they'll fall in love again along the way.

✒ And on my breast you may carve a turtle dove, To signify I died of love 5.8K words (Historically accurate Stucky, Canon compliant)

In which, comedy and tragedy are rolled into a one-shot featuring the Howling Commandos & the Gayest Coverup in Modern History™, and the inner thoughts of Steve as the war progresses, and the passage of time steadily brings him closer to losing the man he loves.

✒ Dig My Grave, Both Wide and Deep 1.9K words (Historically accurate Stucky, Canon compliant)

Steve takes his first step towards living in the 21st Century without Bucky by his side now that he hasn't got an alien invasion to distract him from grief. In which, Steve visits Bucky's grave and realises Bucky would have wanted him to live the life he couldn't have.

#stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve/bucky #steve x bucky #stucky fic #stucky fic rec #stucky au #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic recs

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16woodsequ · 1 year

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I haven't written many holiday themed fics but I do like writing historically accurate stuff and I wrote about Bucky and Steve on the frontlines at Christmas last year.

I enjoyed researching it, hope you enjoy reading!

#fanfic #fanfiction #steve rogers #bucky barnes #Christmas #ao3 #writing #mcu #historically accurate #within reason

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triflesandparsnips · 1 year

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fanfic trope ratings! I'd be interested in your opinion on: whump? fairytale au? deageing? trapped together by Circumstances (ie weather)? thank you have a lovely day <3

EXCELLENT TROPE RATING MEME QUESTIONS I have been forced to self-reflect and have made some Important Discoveries:

whump - I had long held the sort of background belief that I was C or D-ish with regard to whump -- I survived X-Files, Buffy, and HP fandom without succumbing; I thought I was safe.

And then: Bucky Barnes.

I have now come to realize that for the last ten years, I have been B- and, in fact, sometimes even A-rating fics where a character must endure the worst horrors an author can inflict because there is still, despite everything, the small and aching flame of hope that grows from knowing that Despite All This, They Survive.

...the downside for everyone else is that now I try to get others to write more of it for me. (See: the accurate historical medical horror essay. When I, uh. Finish it.)

fairytale AU - An absolute A -- if it really goes all in. I'm not particularly a fan of the one-to-one rendering -- if I get a straightforward "Cinderella" with just the names replaced, for instance, I'm likely to lose all trust in the author and exit the story with extreme dissatisfaction.

But when a writer really gets it, gets what makes fairytales and why we tell them important-- gets that the act of transferring the tropes and lessons and magic from those stories to our stories is the entire point--

It's awe-inspiring, and so so beautifully human on an entirely metatextual level, and I love it. Examples that came to mind as I was typing include Terry Pratchett's Witches Abroad and @mia-ugly and @pinehutch's Frenchie-POV story "Transformative Work".

deaging - Probably a B. I don't seek it out, but I don't kick it out of bed for eating crackers. Humorous deaging I may briefly enjoy and then go on my way-- but I'm much more likely to get invested, or rate a particular story higher, if the author uses the deaging as a way to explore the childhood of darker characters, or as a way to delve deeper into the characters suddenly now responsible for a tiny human.

When they hit me right, they stick with me: @toli-a's Marvel fic "pull apart the dark" is a deaging fic with lines I still think of often.

trapped by Circumstances - ...YES.

A+.

GIVE THEM ALL TO ME.

IS THERE ONLY ONE BED WHERE THEY'RE TRAPPED? OR MAYBE SOME DARK MAGIC WON'T RELEASE THEM UNTIL THEY TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS? I DON'T CARE.

(I CARE EXTRAVAGANTLY.)

I AM THE READER WHO GETS EXCITED BY TWO CAKES AND I AM NOT LEAVING THIS BAKERY UNTIL MY DEMANDS ARE MET.

#FIRST DEMAND:#I NEED EVERYONE EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED #meme me #fandom tropes

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martelldoran · 2 years

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title: as ever and always

pairing(s): steve x bucky, background natasha x clint, background sam x valkyrie

rated: e

main tags: au - Historical, au - pen pals, epistolary, artist!steve, sculptor!bucky, gilded era, identity porn, mutual pining, slow burn, mob related shenanigans, rivals to lovers, or more accurately, irritation to lovers, au - no powers, except the power of love and paint fumes, canon typical violence, just a little, as a treat, happy endings, eventual smut, bottom steve, top bucky

summary:

‘Dear Winter, It feels odd to me to address you as such, you who are supposed to be my companion, while knowing that this is not your true name. It feels disingenuous on my part, however, being the pawn in whatever game Miss Romanova has concocted with Mr Barton, I am compelled to adhere to these rules, such as they are, even if I do not understand their purpose.

|| Steve Rogers cannot truly be called a struggling artist not when he has the patronage of the distinguished Miss Natalia Romanova at his back, but that doesn't mean he isn't struggling. On the hunt to secure a gallery show by any means necessary, Steve finds himself caught up in schemes beyond his control. The mob has threatened his mother and Miss Romanova has set him up with an anonymous pen pal of all things. Steve cannot afford to be distracted. But when the ever-irritating James Buchanan Barnes works his way into Steve's life and just won't leave? He can't help himself.

Could there be more? Or is it only gilded?

Written for the wonderful @allegedlyann for @marveltrumpshate 2020

read on ao3

#steve x bucky #stucky #stevebucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fics #my writing #angelblue007

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