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in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Steve's Stealth Suit.
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βGo outsideβ they said. βYouβll enjoy the fresh airβ they said. Photo from my collection, no documented date/info.
Up the Down Staircase. 1950s.
Photographer: Frances Pellegrini
Just adding a couple of fun facts about the ship in this postcard that I just read about :)
RMS Saxonia (1899-1925) was the first of two Cunard Line ships with the same name. The second, RMS Saxonia (1954), was later renamed RMS Carmania in 1962.
The RMS Saxonia (1899-1925) featured in this postcard:
Was built by the John Brown & Company shipyard in Scotland and was one of the first ships to have a wireless telegraph installed.
Served as a troop transport ship and an armed merchant cruiser during World War I.
Was refitted and converted to a three-class cruise ship in 1922, with a passenger capacity of 600 in first class, 400 in second class, and 1,000 in third class.
cunard's saxonia embroidered in silk on a postcard ca. 1910s
This post about fic length came across my dash. It got me thinking about how many truly incredible Stucky fics under 5k I've read β specifically about the short fics that have broken and/or healed my heart.
So, I made this quick rec list of 10 under 5k Stucky fics that are deeply heart-affecting and emotionally devastating.
(There are so many beautiful, moving, and painful fics in this fandom that come in at under 5k. In the interest of keeping this list to 10 fics, these fics are all also canon/canon-divergent.)
π Cheat DaysΒ |Β chicklette | Mature | 2,033 words | Pre/Post TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
Only on the very worst days β when he is tired and sore and hurts all over, hurts inside and out. Sometimes itβs the fight that does it, his need to be held, to be loved after throwing himself on the line. Other times itβs something else - something more cruel β a joke that he knows Bucky would find hilarious, a movie that Bucky would have loved, a book. Sometimes Steve is just so goddamned lonely that he feels like heβs going to come out of his skin. Then he has what he calls a cheat day. A day when he closes up his apartment and uses the coin, and sighs into Buckyβs embrace.
π 029. MirrorΒ |Β aimmyarrowshigh @aimmyarrowshigh | Mature | 2,400 words | Pre-War
Quote I'm unwell about:
βI wanna sit at his bedside when heβs sick,β Bucky says finally. βAnd buy him hot dogs at Dodgers games. And uhβ¦ I guess, I wannaβ¦β He exhales and looks down, away from Mrs. Rogersβ eyes. Theyβre too much like Steveβs and Buckyβs never said this out loud, not even to him. βI wanna get an apartment for the two of us and curtains that close, and I want to teach him how to dance to Cole Porter records. I want to finish all his stupid fights. I wantβ¦ I dunno. A lotta impossible things.β Sarahβs voice is so soft. βLike what?β βI want to see him grow old,β Bucky mutters. βRight beside me. I want it to be a hundred years from now and look to my right and see Stevie standinβ there.β He blinks away the heavy wetness in his eyes.
πNot the Needle, Nor the Thread | steebadore | Explicit | 2,017 words | Post-TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
"Okay, sweetheart, okay," Bucky whispers, running his thumbs over Steve's brow, his wet eyelids, down that bumpy, ungainly nose--the only physical evidence that Steve is a flawed human and not a figure cut from marble. If you asked Bucky what he loved most about Steve, he might say something like his goddamn earnest heart, or those too beautiful-for-spacious-skies eyes, but really it was this: the bump on Steve's nose, put there by Bucky himself, age eleven. Selfish, maybe, but Bucky never pretended to be otherwise these days. He doesn't know why the serum didn't fix that--Bucky likes to think it couldn't. Steve always said how it didn't change anything, just amplified what he already had, and what he had was Bucky's mark on him, down to the bone. This one's mine, it said. You cannot have him. Not the whole of him.
πThrough the notches in your spine | caughtinanocean | Explicit | 4,460 words | Post-TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
Maybe Steve was right to worry, and maybe he's not ready andβhe's breathing too fast, and Steve's going to notice any moment now, going to stop and leave. Steve lets go of Bucky's hand to stroke the side of his face, tender and soothing. He leans in to give Bucky a soft kiss on the lips, and Bucky doesn't feel so panicky anymore. He's with Steve. Steve is inside of him, as close as someone could be, and nothing bad could ever come of that. Bucky wills himself to focus on the moment, to watch Steve's face, soft with affection, to relax and enjoy this. β's like it's my first time all over again. How many people get a shot at that twice?β Steve groans. He looks flushed and giddy and bright, and Bucky's inordinately proud that it's his words and his body making Steve glow like that. βI'm gonna make it way better for you this time.β βOur first time was bad?β Bucky asks, trying not to sound crushed, even though he feels it a little.
Steve traces Bucky's jaw and down the line of his neck to caress his chest. βNo, our first time was perfect. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was perfect.β
πA History of BirdsΒ |Β OddityBoddity | Not Rated | 2,580 words | Post TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
βI donβt remember,β he says. Steve holds his breath. βI donβt remember telling anybody about that.β Itβs like thereβs something stuck between his lungs, like somethingβs pulling them apart in his chest. βYou mean about the bird?β he whispers. Bucky looks at him. Not staring, not really, but looks at him like Steveβs looked at paintings before. Like heβs trying to work out how itβs done. βThat little bird,β Steve says quietly. When he speaks, he speaks like the words are a spell or a prayer. Like the words are going to reach into Bucky the way his name once did. Like theyβre going to catch his arms and pull him up to safety. This secret they both kept. Something so little, so inconsequential that no one has touched it.
πYou Will Meet a StrangerΒ |Β spitandvinegarΒ | Mature | 3,081 words | Post-TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
"Steve," she says, unruffled. "He needs someone who'll look at him without pining for who he used to be."
Steve sets his coffee cup upright again. He mops up the mess with a napkin. "Honestly," he says, "All I ever pine for is for him to look back."
πThis is the placeΒ |Β dharmashark @dharmasharks| Explicit | 4,654 words | Canon divergence
Quote I'm unwell about:
With a metal hand there, under the small of his back, Steve might as well be weightless. Itβs terrifying. For Steve to be so fragile in ways that Bucky isnβt, and might never understand. But Steve has never been afraid, has never shrank away. Not ever. Not even when Bucky could haveβwhen he would haveβwhen he almost hurt himβSteve had only balled his fists and locked fierce, red-rimmed eyes on his. Steve is fragile; he is unbreakable. Buckyβs memory is full of contradictions.
πi've seen my share of trouble and i've held my weight in shameΒ | inevitablemeowΒ | Teen | 4,166 words | Post-TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
Bucky is a ghost, still, in the wind so far they havenβt been able to find him. Itβs been six months since the helicarrier, and Steve hasnβt lost hope, not fully, but heβs slowed his search. Seeing this heart, knowing that all the othersΒ areΒ his, has that hope roaring back to life. Theyβre his. Theyβre all for him.
πsorrow sings a song in meΒ |Β unicornpoe | Teen | 4,425 words | Post-TWS
Quote I'm unwell about:
Buckyβs note is on a thick piece of cardstock, and the words are a little more steady, this time. STEVE, IT HELPS ME TO READ THESE THINGS. I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP YOU TOO. I MISS YOU. I WANTED TO CRAWL UNDER THAT BLANKET WITH YOU, BUT I DIDNβT KNOW IF I SHOULD. I DONβT THINK IβM GENTLE ANYMORE, AND I WANT TO BE GENTLE WITH YOU.
πmore than anythingΒ |Β jehans | Explicit | 2,938 words | Pre-War
Quote I'm unwell about:
Steve is a reckless asshole who Bucky loves unconditionally and wholeheartedly, and when Steve is quietly undoing him in their bed, loving on him openly and indulgently the way Bucky doesnβt always let him, it becomes difficult to keep pretending that Bucky wouldnβt go to the ends of the earth for any of Steveβs whims. But mostly, what makes him so honeyed in these moments is the way Steve transforms. When he climbs on top of Bucky, all of Steveβs usual, too-close-to-the-surface anger drains out of his eyes, clearing away into pure blue skies of utter adoration. Itβs an honesty that Bucky cracks under, breaking open the clay of mundanity and allowing him to shine brightly under Steveβs hands.
Fic rec series
bucky finds a damp cardboard box of kittens abandoned in the alley near their home. he brings them inside, wraps and dries them with care and uses the heat pad that soothes his shoulder to keep them warm. they take the kittens to the vet because you can tell theyre all sickly, and steve can see how this is going to end (because, after all, what is he but a stray that bucky couldnt help but take in), yet bucky insists. lovingly, he cleans them with damp cloths as if it were their motherβs tongue, and gets up every hour on the hour in the night to feed them. still, every few days like clockwork one of them dies. steve slips from their bed to find bucky in the harsh kitchen light, mourning, milk bottle forgotten and growing cold on the table. he is devastated for each one as he cries whilst cradling their little bodies, and steve cradles him. you did your best, steve tells him. in the end only one lives; her fur had been the most stubborn to clean, but now its a soft, brilliant white. when she opens her eyes theyβre blue. theyre going to keep her. she likes to curl in the palm of buckys hand, purring, her body warming the metal plates. steve and his dark humour says they should call her alley, and though bucky finds it funny they compromise and call her alpine - ally for short.
(she/her). I like leisure, reading, music, movies, history, Captain America, & a bunch more.
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