Sarah's family is not poor nor are they dirt rich like those White folks. Papa Wilson has a charter service and a few fishing boats hopefully 1940s Louisiana lets Black businesses run if not thrive. The Wilsons are the backbone of the community and do everything to spread their good fortune around.
Sarah Wilson is a young widow with 2 small boys. Her husband was walking home when racism struck. The whole community came together and helped the young grief stricken family out. Sam Wilson's got some White friends up North but even they couldn't or wouldn't get involved get justice.
Sam Wilson comes home from WWI and went to partner with his Yankee White friends. He's studying an emerging field called psychology with path breaking scientists like Dr. Bruce Banner, etc.
Then there's Bucky. There's not much known about him except Captain Steve Rogers rescued his best friend since childhood from the trenches. Bucky has no memories of his time in the War except for nightmares.
Mz. Sarah's now managing their fishing business with the KKK doing their best to run the whole community off their legally owned land (and docks).
Sam Wilson comes down to help out, Bucky comes with him...
I wouldn't know how to actually flesh out this kind of story because it really need a whole load of historic perspective.
Anyone who wants to go ahead and run with this idea.
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Love & War
Pt. 3: Moonlight
40s!Bucky Barnes x Medic!Reader
A/N: These are so much fun to write! I’m such a sucker for 40s Bucky so I love this as much as y’all do! Sadly, I do not own any of these amazing characters other than (y/n). Enjoy!
Summary: The day after (y/n) joins the team, they are given a mission integral to the Allied victory, giving her the opportunity to become closer to the other Commandos.
Warnings: mentions of blood, angst, war, typical cannon violence, some fluff
A/N #2: When Bucky says “Cher,” it’s pronounced like the beginning of Cherry!!
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h /c) - your hair color
(y/e/c) - your eye color
“Everyone wake up, we’ve got a mission.”
Steve’s deep voice wakes (y/n) up almost instantly. Slowly rising, she yawns and starts to quickly get ready for the day. The other Commandos are starting to do so as well. It’s 6:30 in the morning and they went to sleep well past 12 the night before.
“We leave at 0800.” Colones Phillips struts in the room, while everyone else drop what they’re doing and salutes. “At ease, soldiers.”
“Colonel, I thought this was just a routine mission, so with all due respect, sir, why are you here?” Philips ushered Steve into a neighboring room to get some privacy. Soon, everyone else went back to packing.
(Y/n) could easily tell Rogers was the leader of the squad. His natural courage and good heart made him perfect for the role of Captain America. (Y/n) thought that he was the type of man her friend, Allie, would like; tall, blond, strong, polite. Normally, she would think the same thing about herself, but it was a certain brunet who couldn’t evade their thoughts, no matter how hard she tried.
She didn’t know this, but Bucky kept stealing glances of (y/n) when she was gathering her things. Most of the girls he had went out with in the past would just melt right into his hands. (Y/n), though, is different. She’s independent and wasn’t going to give in as easily as the other girls, and he liked that.
As he was looking at her, he couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty; her wavy (y/h/c) hair, delicate skin, and her eyes......whew, they sure had him entranced from the first moment he looked at em’. Her (y/e/c) irises were like stars he wanted to explore and oceans he would love to drown in. She began putting on some bright red lipstick and Bucky found himself biting his lip unconsciously.
Laughing, Dum Dum caught him staring with a small smile, “I thought you had renounced your old ways, Bucky? She hasn’t even been here a day and you’re already in trouble.”
The younger man just laughs and nods slightly, still looking at (y/n). “Yeah, I’m in trouble.”
*at mission briefing: 7:30 am”
“This is a highly classified mission. It can’t leave this room.” Everyone nods in agreement before Cap continues. “Were going to have to make our way through enemy lines to Trouy, a small town outside of Bourges, which we are having trouble reaching. Colonel Philips believes that if we take the town quietly, we can make the way to Bourges easier for the rest of the Allied troops. Stealth is key on this one, guys. Also, it’s going to take a few hours to walk there through the wilderness, so Dugan, you might want to bring a snack.” Cap chuckles before continuing, “We leave in 20 minutes. Dismissed.”
(Y/n) was excited and nervous to go on her first mission. She’d heard stories of the dangerous missions the Commandos took part in, but instead of scaring her, it thrilled her. Thankfully, she had attended basic training, so she knew how to use a gun and defend herself. She didn’t realize everyone else was up and about until a voice broke her from her thoughts.
Her eyes snap to his; those baby browns she’d been lost in the night before. “Cherry? Where’d you get that from?”
Licking his lips, a smirk appeared on his face.“Well, your lipstick is bright red, like a cherry.”
“How observant you are, James.” The comment dripped in sarcasm as she looked up at him.
“Just doing what I do best, doll.” His brows furrow slightly. “Really though, are you nervous?”
“I’m nervous and excited if that makes sense. I’m not excited for people to die or anything like that, I’m just excited to feel important; like I’m a first pick for once.”
The slightly hurt look behind her eyes tells him there’s a story behind the comment, but he doesn’t push it. Nodding his head, he agrees. “I actually know exactly what you mean. You’re gonna do great, (y/n). Dugan told us how good you are in the field.....repeatedly.”
Finishing his sentence, he ran his hand through his hair before smiling and walking away. This made (y/n) heart start racing and she shifted her weight from foot to foot with a grin plastered on her face. After a few moments, Steve approaches her with some clothes in his hands.
“Here. Since you’re a part of the squad, you have to have a uniform that looks somewhat like ours. The only major difference is that you have the medic patch on your arm.”
With a nod from her, he hands (y/n) the clothes. (Peggy’s uniform, and sorry it’s the only full body pic I could find!) Once she gets changed into her new outfit, the group meets at the camp’s makeshift garage. They load a truck to try and get as close as they could to the line of demarcation that separates Nazi occupied France and liberated France.
The ride to the line wasn’t long, but it was bumpy. When they arrived, it was nightfall, so they could sneak in under the cover of darkness. The young North Carolinian had her medic bag on her back along with a Colt 1911 in her thigh holster as a last resort. Rogers had told them earlier that the truck wasn’t going to stop because it might raise suspicion. Due to this, they had to jump from the moving truck and make their way through the woods to the town.
Steve motioned it was time to jump and one by one, each of them bounded out the back and ran into the woods. Once everyone was there, they started quietly making their way to Trouy. Although she told Bucky that she wasn’t really nervous, her hands were slightly shaking in result of being in German territory in almost complete darkness. Looking ahead of her, she saw something that instantly calmed her down; James. He was looking up at the moon through a break in the foliage above them. A single ray of moonlight illuminated his face, showing off his razor sharp jawline and the awestruck smile that painted his face.
(Y/n) couldn’t help but smile and stare at the sweet, boy-like action. To her dismay, this didn’t go unnoticed by Dum Dum.
“Like what you see?” He asks quietly, walking beside her.
Gasping softly, she quickly averts her gaze. “I..um. I wasn’t...uh...looking at him. There was something....something behind him I was looking at.”
He chuckles at her embarrassed stutter. “Sure, sweetheart.”
Dugan could already see what was happening. Bucky and (y/n) were looking at each other the same way, but he promised himself he wouldn’t intervene. For once, he was gonna let it play out naturally. Steve had Peggy, unofficially of course, so it was only right for Bucky to have someone too. Dum Dum’s only fear was that they would soon become each other’s weakness; and weakness can be catastrophic during wartime.
Once the squad had been walking for about 3 hours, they heard the rumble of an engine and voices from the road merely feet from the tree-line. After a few seconds, (y/n)’s eyes widened when she realized who the voices belonged to; the Nazis. She knew when she enlisted that she’d come in contact with them, but seeing them up close was different; it was terrifying.
The Commandos quickly ducked and drew their weapons, and (y/n) soon followed suit. Everyone froze in place as the fear of being discovered increased by the second. From her crouched position, she could see the men on the road picking up crates and placing them on the truck. Once the pile of boxes dwindled to nothing, they got in the truck and drove away. The group started to slowly move again.
Sighing, (y/n), looks over to Bucky with raised eyebrows. The young man mirrors her actions and walks over to her. “Was that your first time seeing a Nazi?”
“What makes you say that?” Her shoulders lift into a small shrug.
“Oh, I don’t know, Cherry. Maybe it’s the way you look like someone just killed your cat.”
She scoffs, walking away from the soldier. Naturally, he follows after her, walking to her right. “Listen, doll, that wasn’t me trying to be insensitive or pigheaded. I just...I’m nervous, and when I’m nervous, I say dumb stuff like that.”
“Why are you nervous, Barnes? Haven’t you done this a million times?”
His smile fades as he looks in the direction they are walking. “I uh.. I was ca-“
Bucky was cut off by Cap’s deep voice. “We’re here. Okay, Gabe, Jacques, and Jim; you go to the communications building and disable their transponders. Falsworth, Dugan, (y/n), and I, will be taking the town one building at a time. Hopefully, at least. Buck, you know what to do. All right, let’s move out.”
The first thing that (y/n) thought was ‘What does he mean James knows what to do?’ While the men were doing one last checklist of what they needed, she walks over to Bucky. “Hey. What did Steve mean when he said ‘You know what to do’?”
“Don’t worry, Cher. I’m a sniper.”
She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Oh. Okay. Well...um...be careful, James.”
“Yes ma’am. You too.”
Turning to walk away, she smirks, “I will be, and if I’m not, you’ve got me right?”
With that, he was off to find a good vantage point in the hills of the small town, leaving (y/n) with her thoughts about the upcoming battle.
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Love & War
Pt. 2: Introductions
40s!Bucky Barnes x Medic!Reader
A/N: Wow! I’ve gotten such an overwhelming positive review on the first chapter so I’m so excited! Thank you to everyone who read it! Sadly, I do not own any of these wonderful characters except (y/n). This chapter is super short because I wanted to establish their relationship before we got into anything else! As always, hope you enjoy!
Summary: When she volunteered as a combat nurse in the war, (y/n) (y/l/n) did not think that she’d end up working alongside the Howling Commandos. Most of all, she definitely didn’t think she would fall as hard as she did for a sweet brunette from Brooklyn.
Warnings: extreme fluff! <3
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
The young nurse couldn’t believe she was being recruited to be a part of the Howling Commandos!
“So, are you interested?”
“Yes, sir! Thank you so much.”
Wiping her tear stained face, she gets up with the help of Dugan. He leads her through the school to a room with a makeshift bar. Immediately, a young brunette catches her eye.
Dum Dum clears his throat to get their attention. “Men, this is (y/n) (y/l/n). She’s going to be our new, much needed, medic.”
Standing at the front of the room, she can feel their eyes on her. Glancing to the boy, more like man, who caught her eye, she sees his mouth slightly agape.
She awkwardly waves and says, “Hi, y’all. Thanks for thinking of me,” with a thick southern accent. They all start to smile and snicker at her drawl. A young blonde, who she recognizes as Steve Rogers: AKA Captain America, is the first to break the silence.
“Welcome to the Howling Commandos, (y/n). We’re glad to have ya.” The other men join in and welcome her into the squad. She was introduced to Jim Morita, Monty, Gabe, and Jacques. The only person that didn’t introduce himself was the handsome soldier who was still sitting on a bench, cleaning his sniper rifle.
Fighting her insecurities, she walks up to him, reaching out her hand. “Hi, I’m (y/n).”
He looks up and shakes her hand, his mouth quirked up in a tiny smirk. “James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, doll. I love the accent. Where are you from?”
The nickname rolling off his tongue sends goosebumps across her skin and she tries to hide the blush that follows.
“I like James, actually.”
“You do, huh? My mom does too. She’s the only one who called me that, but I like it when you say it.” He smiles, biting his lip slightly.
“Alright, James. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You never told me where your from.” He states doe eyed.
“Try and figure it out, Sarge.”
The pair hadn’t broken eye contact the whole duration of their conversation. They both realize this and that their hands were still in the other’s, so they awkwardly pull them away. At this, each of the young Americans chuckled. She smiles sweetly before walking towards the door.
Steve calls out to her. “(Y/n)? Where ya going?”
“Don’t worry, Cap, y’all didn’t scare me away. I need to get my stuff and tell my friends bye.”
With that, she went off and gathered the small amount of personal items she had. It consisted of a Bible, jewelry, and some pictures of her family and friends back home. Finding Betty, she tells the older girl about her new squad and that she’d have to leave. With a hug and encouraging words, the friends part and (y/n) returns to the Howling Commandos’ room.
The rest of the group had already fallen asleep in the small amount of time she was gone, so she took the opportunity to get ready for bed. Finding a corner, she laid out her sleeping bag. Sighing, she took down her (y/h/c) hair from the tight bun it had been in all day and wiped off the little makeup she hadn’t cried off earlier.
As she did every night before bed, she prayed, looked through her photos, and thought of her family and Allie. This time though, there was someone else on her mind. It was none other than James “Bucky” Barnes she had met merely hours ago. Something about his kind smile and flirtatious personality drew her to him. Laying down on her sleeping bag, she had no idea that less than 10 feet away, he was having the same problem.
Back in Brooklyn, Bucky was what you call a ladies man. He always had a date or a girl on his arm, but the war had changed him into a more respectful and mature man. Even though he had only met her for a few minutes, he realized there was something very special about (y/n), other than her beauty. They both finally drifted to sleep thinking of the other.
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Captain America Comics #20 (1942)
art by Al Avison & Syd Shores
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Love & War Masterlist
40s!Bucky x Medic!Reader
Love and War Spotify Playlist
Summary: When she volunteered as a combat nurse in the war, (y/n) (y/l/n) did not think that she’d end up working with the Howling Commandos. Most of all, she definitely didn’t expect to fall as hard as she did for a sweet brunette from Brooklyn.
New Beginnings: A young girl travels overseas to help her country during the Second World War.
Introductions: An excited (y/n) meets the Howling Commandos and one particular conversation sparks something within her.
Moonlight: The day after (y/n) joins the team, they are given a mission integral to the Allied victory, giving her the opportunity to become closer to the other Commandos.
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Love & War
Pt. 1: New Beginnings
1940s!Bucky x Medic!Reader
A/N: This is going to be a series about the Howling Commandos during WWII! It’s going to be slightly anon because we don’t know much about their different missions. I’m such a sucker for 40s Bucky! Sadly, I do not own any of these wonderful characters except (y/n). Bucky isn’t in this chapter btw, but it’s important for the rest of the series. I hope you like it!
Summary: When she volunteered as a combat medic in the war, (y/n) (y/l/n) did not think that she’d end up working with the Howling Commandos. Most of all, she definitely didn’t think she would fall as hard as she did for a sweet brunette from Brooklyn.
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, gunshots, World War II, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries.
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
As (y/n) is packing her small bag for overseas, she can’t help but feel excited and terrified at the same time. Since the attack on Pearl Harbor, she wanted to do her part for her country, so when she got the opportunity, she took it.
“Why do you have to go, (y/n)? There are plenty of other girls who are nurses.” Her best friend, Allie, asks.
Taking a deep breath, she speaks passionately. “Well, Alls, if not me, who? I’m sick and tired of sitting on my butt at home knowing I could help so many people over there!”
“You could work in the factories like the other women! They’re doing their part! You could so do that!”
“No! I want to save people, Allie! I can’t do that here.” Her voice softens to just above a whisper, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, I don’t want to fight during my last day here.”
Allie walks up to her and envelopes her into a big bear hug that made both of them start crying. After many, “I’ll miss you’s,” the girls broke apart and went to have dinner. Being from North Carolina, (y/n) wanted to have some bbq as her last meal before she shipped out.
Laughing inside of Gary’s Diner, they drank milkshakes and reminisced from their childhoods. As both of them were about 25, they had a good bit of funny memories to share with each other, many involving the other. After stuffing their faces full of food, they walked arm in arm back to (y/n)’s house.
Looking at her watch, Allie sighs. “Less than 12 hours, (y/n/n). I’m going to miss you so much. Please, please, please be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
Wrapping her arms around her friend, (y/n)’s voice betrays her by cracking before correcting itself. “I’ll miss you too. But it’s a good thing that I’m not going to be saving people. You know me, if I got hurt, I’d just patch myself up and I’d be fine.”
Seeing Allie’s lower lip tremble, she realized she should not have let that slip out of her mouth. Trying to backtrack, she sputters, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! I’m not going to be on the front lines anyway. I’ll be far, far, far away from the front.”
The new nurse sends her friend a sweet smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. With one last hug, the duo says goodbye and (y/n) walks into her house. She gathers the last of her things and goes to bed thinking of all the things that could happen in Europe.
6 Months Later
Above the chaos of battle, bullets, and heavy artillery fire, “Medic!” Can be heard around the battlefield. A young woman with a bloodstained uniform runs to the man who called out. When she reaches him, she immediately sees the empty space where his forearm was supposed to be. Biting back the bile that rose in her throat, she shakily tried to sooth the soldier while giving him a shot of morphine.
“Hey, kid. What’s your name?”
“D-Desmond.” He replies with a pained sound.
“Well, hi there, Desmond. I’m (y/n) and you’re going to be just fine.”
She applies a tourniquet to his bicep and places gauze to the bloody stump of what used to be his arm. He cries out at the action, resulting in her apologizing for the pain it caused him. Quickly calling for a stretcher, she reassures him and moves on to the next man who needs her help, crouching to avoid the bullets flying above her head.
By the end of the day, her once spotless uniform was littered with dirt and blood. While in the field, she can’t let her emotions show, but when she is alone, she lets them flow freely. The death that surrounds the young woman is enough to break the strongest men, but she refuses to crack. The last place (y/n) thought she would be was on the front lines in France.
The place her unit, the 107th, is currently residing in is an old abandoned school. The classrooms are still intact, minus a few that were destroyed during different bombings. Normally, (y/n) would stay with her friend Betty, who was also a medic. Tonight was different though. She had lost more men today than she had in quite a while.
The Germans rolled out a new weapon that took out soldier after soldier, leaving them screaming in agony in the mud. Seeing this day in and day out took a toll on her, and she often isolated herself to deal with it. With a soft “Goodnight” to her friends, (y/n) found herself wandering the school to find a empty classroom where she could be alone.
When she finally finds one, she closes the door behind her and sinks to the floor, knees pulled up to her chest. Every time she closes her eyes, she just sees the men she couldn’t save; the ones begging her to save them. It becomes too much and she starts to sob quietly.
Suddenly, the door opens and an middle-aged burly man with a mustache walks in. The man looks familiar, but the absence of light in the room made it hard for her to make out his features. His eyes soften when he sees (y/n) against the wall.
“Hi there.” He says softly, bending down or her level.
Sniffling and looking up at him through her lashes, she replies. “Hi. I’m sorry. I’m such a mess. I’ll be ri-“
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Everyone does this, even us men. You’re a medic right?”
She nods, her mind thinking back to the day. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t save someone you knew. I-I really tried, and th-there were ju-“
“Hold your horses. I watched you save so many men. Our squad has been needing a medic, and I think you’d be a great fit. What’s your name, kid?”
Head shooting up in confusion, she replies.“(y/n) (y/l/n), sir. What unit are you in?”
“Let me introduce myself. I’m Dum Dum Dugan, and my unit is the Howling Commandos.”
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Sebastian as Tommy with the muscle car in the backround makes me thing Bucky would like classic cars because he’s not completely used to modern technology and partly because he wasn’t technically around for the 50’s 60’s and 70’s and IMO that era had beautiful cars. In fatws there’s a quick moment where Bucky sees one of Zemo’s 40’s card and smiles because it reminds him of him youth🥲
the only thing this is making me do is think about mechanic aus
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When I Grow Too Old To Dream
A/N: Vintage Bucky is back and ready to put us all in our feels. Also because I got this idea thanks to a depression nap. Not beta read or edited.
I added back my old tag lists but let me know if you wanna be taken off or added.
(may or may not be pre Fatality. I’m not sure yet)
Summary: Time was most cruel to those who were waiting for loved ones to return.
Word Count: 1k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: ANGST proceed with caution if you don’t appreciate angst, depression, grief, mentions of bucky being dead. let me know if i missed anything.
There’s irony in the feeling of grief. Irony in wanting someone by your side so much that it’s practically painful. And yet you are stuck, watching life play its painful tricks on you, as you continue to hope. Continue to wish. Except wishes aren’t granted; dreams rarely do come true, and all you’re left with is the ironic bitterness of life.
You weren’t a fool for wanting him back. Weren’t being ridiculous for begging with fate, with anyone or thing that would listen. Just to get him back. You didn’t care if it was for five minutes, five seconds, or even for just a glimpse of his face. None of it mattered, because you just needed to see him. To let him know that you still longed for him, still wished for him, still spoke to the moon and hoped she’d grant her wishes.
They gave him a funeral and you attended. All the while knowing that he wasn’t gone, because you could feel it in your bones. Could see that he wasn’t going to vanish from your life. So, you continued to visit; believing that his fake grave was the only thing that you had left of him. You pretended that he was merely away at war, that he’d come home with the rest of the boys, that he’d step off that train and give you his smile that you loved to see.
But then time passed, and it wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t freeze and allow you to lay down and wait for him. What if you could do just that? What if you had the chance to stop your aging, to stop yourself from changing, and simply wait for him? Would you take it? Would you give up everything for him?
You’d known the answer the second you met him at that park, his hat having fallen off as he tried to rush someplace. At that point you figured you would have to keep it, but then he turned around, and you knew whoever this man was, you would fall for him. No matter how many times you told him that, he continued to ask why. Why did you want me out of all the men in Brooklyn? What made him so lucky?
“I blame those big blue eyes of yours James,” you would whisper against his lips as an answer. “They had me the second I saw them.”
He’d turn red, tell you that he still didn’t get it, and that would be the end of conversation for a few hours, because words ceased to exist.
Every now and again you’d remember that; catch the sight of the small image of him you had in a frame. And you would lose yourself in the past. In the memory of him, because you still held out hope that one day he would return to you. One day after the damn war ended, after people were back home, and the world could celebrate, he’d walk through the front door. He’d be banged up and bruised, but he’d still be your James.
But then the war ended…
“You remember how to dance James?” you asked, trying to ignore how he stepped on your foot.
He laughed, his arm tightening around your waist as he led you through the steps. “It’s been awhile doll.”
“So, let me lead.”
Bucky shook his head. “I’ve got this under control.”
Really you didn’t mind the awkward steps, because he was there. He was in your arms, just as warm as you remember him. Eventually he did get the hang of it, dancing as if he never left, as if he had been home with you the whole time. And you continued to clutch at him, admiring him in nothing but a white shirt and suit pants; having claimed that he needed to have you the second he stepped through the door.
“Did you miss me doll?”
You ignored the sting of the tears, the ache in your chest, almost as hollow as the shells you’d picked up with him at the beach that one time. “You have no idea how much James. I thought my heart would stop beating.”
“But it didn’t.” His smile could light up an entire room. You had come to that conclusion early on in knowing him, and you should have told him.
“I’m glad it didn’t, because now I can be here with you.”
“I just hope you’re okay,” he said, the smile having faded, only to be replaced by a look in his eyes that you’d never seen before. Nostalgia? Pain?
You cupped his face, watching as he leaned in. “What makes you think I’m not okay James? You’re here with me.”
The song grew, the crescendo almost loud enough to hurt your ears, but still you ignored it. You ignored the way that your head began to hurt, almost as if you’d been sleeping wrong. You ignored everything except him, because he was home and you refused to let anything ruin that fact.
“Time is cruel,” he whispered. “I love you doll.”
The glass hit the floor, waking you from your nap, the shards of your cup now scattered along the living room floor. You cursed, grabbing what you could and trying to remember the dream you had. It felt off. Almost as if you were being held by Bucky again on the nights he’d crawl into your bed. A comforting feeling you didn’t think you would get the chance to experience again. But you merely shrugged it off choosing to toss the glass away before heading to your room.
The moon continued to shine, illuminating the room along with the single streetlight outside as you crawled beneath the covers, Bucky’s pillow in your arms. You let out a breath, pushing down the pain that ate away at your chest, forcing you to focus on it. But for right now you wanted to do nothing but sleep.
“Time is cruel,” you breathed against his pillow, the chilled Brooklyn air lulling you to sleep.
People’s voices echoed outside, a jazz song playing on a record from upstairs, a couple saying their goodbyes down below, and the distant sounds of piercing screams. The screams of a man who continued to dream of a woman he couldn’t remember, and a home he didn’t know how to get back to.
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y'know those people who stan the 1940s aesthetic to the point of dressing and doing their hair that way and even decorating their house that way well what if Steve and Bucky were just Like That and only allowed tech in their house if it was steampunk at least
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Captain America Comics #20 (1942)
art by Al Avison & Syd Shores
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i’m a new blog and i’m looking for people to follow so reblog this if you are into one of these things:
mcu (movies, shows, cast...)
fashion/haute couture dresses
the queen’s gambit
old movies (and everything vintage related)
pictures, gifs of celebrities and any of the things already mentionned
fics of the fandoms mentionned (if you’re a writer, i would love to check your work)
and i think that’s all! if you are not into any of these things, you can still come over for a chat <3
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I love when my fandoms collide.
From a Doctor Who fb group, about Bucky and Seb's dad Mark. 🤣
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“The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great; bad becomes worse.”
Chaotic Bisexuals become .... more chaotically bisexual
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The Marvel(ous) Covers Of Paul Neary
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stucky shippers are we aware that there is a war-era song called 'Cleanin' My Rifle (And Dreamin' Of You)' because I felt I had to tell you all IMMEDIATELY
(things bucky would sing with a dirty smirk to turn steve pink 😏 )
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Some vintage Stucky photos I made <3
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Captain America Comics #19 - "The Crocodile Strikes" (1942)
written by Ed Herron
art by Al Avison, Syd Shores, & George Klein
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Just looking at WWII wedding dresses made from parachute silk. I feel honoured to own one that I will be giving a complete overhaul too. These dresses were quite often hand made by the bride or her family. I just am in awe of them as the fabric is very slip slide when sewing it. Not to mention the long sheets of gauze (as used in hospitals) were used as underskirts due to being affordable.
Can you imagine Steve or Bucky’s reaction in a fan fiction if the reader made an effort to where something like this for them at their wedding to give them something special from their original time period?
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Sorry it’s been a bit!
Wanted to make sure I was all for this chapter and I think I’ve written one of the best kissing scenes I ever have! Did y’all see the new trailer for #falconandthewintersoldier !?! SO EXCITED!
New chapter is out on my wattpad: KylosCrease make sure to check it out and don’t forget to share! Thanks for all the love ❤️
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