#Country Music Star! Bucky

[eat-limes-bitches]

The Sounds That Bind Us

PAIRING: Female Farmer! Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: Music has a way of tying two people together, in ways that only the universe can design.

WARNINGS: umm, major fluff, so so so fluffy! Minor injuries (for Bucky any way)

Word Count: 2967

Alternate Jun-iverse: C4027 | Square 1: Soulmate | Square 2: Country

A/N: OOO! I'm excited for this one yall! I've been working on it for a while! (Hence the word length hehe) But this is my first attempt at a soulmate AU and I hope I did it justice, but I'm really happy with it and I hope you guys love it as much as I do!

Song lyrics are in italics and the songs are:

Honey Take My Hand by Cody Francis

Didn’t See It Coming by My Brothers and I

Fallen Like A Star by St. Lundi

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne, graphic by Eat-Limes-Bitches

Bucky was going to kill him. Steve had promised an easy in-and-out mission, something low stakes to get back into the groove after some time off in Wakanda. This was everything but that. Bucky was snapped out of his murderous thoughts by a bullet whizzing by his head, making him curse as he sped up. These HYDRA soldiers were hot on his tail, and not letting up. It didn’t help that he had been hit, the pain coursing through his right thigh a constant reminder of the bullet lodged in the flesh. As he tumbled through the treeline into a clearing, he saw an old barn, the moonlight reflecting off the tin roof seemed like a beacon of hope. Without any other options, he skillfully hopped over the fence, ducked into the barn, held his breath, and listened. The soldiers came exploding through the treeline and stopped, seeing no sign of Bucky anywhere. Bucky listened carefully as he heard them approach the barn and stop. Their boots crunched on the fallen leaves as they circled the barn. His heart was in his throat, blood rushing in his ears but after a moment that seemed like forever, they left. Bucky didn’t move for almost an hour, listening and making sure that he was in the clear before he pulled out his transponder. He looked down to activate it and saw that it had been trashed by a stray bullet. He groaned out a curse and threw the useless device across the barn. He tried to stand but the pain in his leg prevented him from supporting any weight so he pushed himself up against the wall, deciding that he’d just rest for a bit.

He was on the verge of sleep when a song started to flow through his mind, louder than it had been since, ever, causing him to startle. See, everyone had a soulmate, something Bucky never believed in, having never heard any music in the 40’s. After he fell off the train, he figured whoever they were would be long dead by now. However, since coming out of recovery, he started to hear the music again. Part of HYDRA’s programming, he found out, was to block the music that would be pumping into his mind from his soulmate but now that he was free from all of the things that HYDRA put in his head, he started hearing music. He didn’t think much of it, as it was always quiet and in the background like a thought, but this song was so loud that it sounded like it was being whispered in his ear. 

“Let's get out, we can leave this city. Let's drive to the open air. Yeah, the countryside is so pretty. With the wind blowing in your hair. We can look back someday Baby, don't you understand? That we only get one love, I wanna make it count. Honey, come on now and take my hand”

It was a soft melody, the gentle guitar soothing his frayed nerves, and just as quickly as it startled him awake, it soothed him back to sleep.

He was woken up by something cold and wet nuzzling into his cheek. Bucky groaned and tried to shift away from the intrusion but he was too stiff from his awkward sleeping predicament to move very fast. Swatting at whatever the hell was messing with him, he was greeted by more music flooding his senses. This time, even louder than the last. The guitar was vibrating his bones and the drums rattling his teeth when all of a sudden there was a gasp and the music promptly stopped. 

“Jake! Get away from him! Jesus, hey guy, are you ok?” 

A panicked voice called out as the presence next to him disappeared. Bucky shot open his eyes and shot up into a position ready to defend himself when he saw a woman staring at him. Her light blue button-up was tucked into a pair of old worn-out jeans with a dark belt securing them in place around her hips. A large black and white dog was standing at her side, tail wagging furiously back and forth as its warm brown eyes stared at him. 

Bucky blinked, all the memories of what happened yesterday came flooding back into the forefront of his brain.

“Uh- yeah, I uh- I think so.” He groaned, his leg screaming at him in pain causing him to hiss out in discomfort. 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like it, here, let me help you.” The woman walked over, tucking an arm underneath his and wrapping it around him, hoisting him onto his feet and leading him to a bench on the other side of the barn. She gently placed him down and ran her eyes over him when she noticed the dried patch of blood on his thigh.

“Shit, have you been shot?!” Bucky was too busy gawking at how stunning this woman was to notice that he was bleeding again, her words caused him to look down where she was staring.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess I was. I kind of forgot about that.” Bucky shrugged as he watched the woman wander off to another area.

“How in the hell do you just forget that you were shot?!” She called out in between the slams of cabinet doors. Bucky took a deep breath, opening his mouth to respond when he noticed the dog, who he presumed to be the ‘Jake’ the woman had called out to, resting his head on Bucky’s non-injured thigh. He ran his fingers through the soft silky fur of the pup’s head, looking back up when he heard the woman's rapidly returning footsteps. She appeared from around an old tractor, med kit in tow. She saw the dog vibrating happily underneath Bucky’s attention and smiled softly.

“Jake! Leave…” She paused looking at Bucky for his name. 

“Bucky. You can call me Bucky.” She smiled.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you Bucky.” Bucky’s heart flipped in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. His eyes followed her as she crouched down next to him, placing the med kit on the bench. 

“Are you ok with me taking care of this or would you rather do it,” Y/n asked as she began to rifle through the box looking for all of the necessary supplies. Bucky was shocked, she just found this strange man in her barn and was going to help him out instead of calling the cops. He realized she was waiting for an answer, her eyes full of worry staring at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Or, um, I can take you to the hospital, but that's a bit of a drive.” Bucky just shook his head.

“No, no. It’s fine. If you leave the supplies here I can take care of it. Thanks.” Y/n nodded standing up.

“Of course! I’ll get you a change of clothes. My brother left some clothes here, he’s about your height. Hopefully, they fit.”

Before Bucky could say anything else, Y/n walked out of the barn and disappeared, leaving Bucky alone with Jake and a med kit. Bucky gave the dog a final pet before tending to injury.

Once, he was cleaned up and in a fresh pair of clothes, Y/n brought him to the little farmhouse for some breakfast. Bucky sat on a stool watching Y/n cook.

“So how did you end up in my barn? It’s not every day that I get up to start chores and find a man in there.” She asked, flipping over the pancake in the skillet. Bucky chuckled scratching the back of his neck, trying to decide what to say.

“Well, uh… It’s kind of a long story...” 

A few days had passed since breakfast that morning, him spilling his entire life life story to this woman. She promised to try and help him get back to his team, however, the first snow of the season had fallen that same evening and there was no way for them to drive to the town some thirty miles away with the ice and snow covering the roads. 

“Being in the middle of nowhere has its advantages and disadvantages.” She had told him, shoveling a path out to the barn the next morning. “The fact that no plow trucks come through here just happens to be one of the shitty things.” 

Bucky felt strange just sitting around while she worked so he offered to help out while he was there. A sort of thank you for inadvertently saving his life. The more he worked around the farm, the more music he heard playing through his mind, but every time he tried to find the source, it would disappear and Y/N would appear from around a corner, tucking something into her pocket and then asking Bucky a question as she approached. 

The same thing was happening again as Bucky heard the first few chords from a new song drift into his mind, the same volume as the song that first night he slept in the barn.

“Fell in love with a girl that's a few years younger. Was a sister of a friend, didn’t see it coming.”

Bucky set down the bale of hay he had started to take to the horses, to follow the music. He walked over towards the door of the barn, the music getting louder with each step he took.

“I was hanging with him when I heard the door open.”

He pushed open the door and looked out to see Y/n and Jake walking towards the barn. She had earbuds tucked in under her hat, humming softly, and with each step she took towards the barn the louder the music in Bucky's ears got. He felt his heart start to race, his mouth ran dry.

“She walked into the room with a smile and that’s when, her eyes looked at me and said quietly,”

Y/n looked up to see Bucky staring at her and plucked the earbuds out of her ears and tucked them into her pocket, the music playing in Bucky’s mind disappearing with them.

“Hey, Bucky! I was lookin’ for ya!” She smiled at him, continuing to walk closer. “I was wondering if you could help me with something a little different.” She was standing right in front of him now, her bright eyes locking onto his. His pulse started to quicken as he hoped the cold masked the blush forming on his cheeks. 

“W-what might that be?” Y/n giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder sparks flooding throughout his body as she pushed him back into the barn. 

“I have to round up the cows today, since it’s snowed that means all of the bot flies are gone so we can go ahead and deworm them. I was hoping you could tag along. I know you’ve probably never done anything like this but it would really help me out a ton.” She smiled sweetly at him as she paused by the tack room, heading inside to grab her saddle and other equipment for the task at hand. 

“Uh sure, I’ll give it a go,” Bucky replied, following her into the small room, grabbing the other saddle sitting on the rack. It was then Bucky decided that he would do just about anything to get Y/n to smile at him like that again. It was so warm and bright that he felt ten times warmer than he did just moments ago.

“Awesome! Thank you so much, Buck! If you want to tack up Shanty I’ll hop on Zippy and we can go bring those cows up to the cattle shed!” 

Bucky saddled up Shanty with some difficulty due to the fact he had no idea what the hell he was doing, but with Y/n’s help, the pair were ready to go. Bucky watched as Y/n skillfully mounted the red horse who was stomping around impatiently waiting for her to get on. Taking a deep breath, he carefully pulled himself up into the saddle and nodded for Y/n to lead the way. As the pair began to jog through the snow Bucky called out,

“I hope you know I haven’t been on a horse since 1943, an’ never used em’ on a farm before so I have no idea what I’m doin’ darlin’.”

Y/n let out a laugh that seemed to sing off of the ice that covered a nearby pond. She looked over her shoulder and Bucky was convinced he had never seen a more beautiful sight. The morning sun reflected off the snow, causing its golden glow to dance across the landscape. Its golden rays were blocked by the brim of her dark cowboy hat, but the leather band almost seemed to be turned into gold as the beams of light that slipped around the edges wove into the intricate braid. Her eyes sparkled with something so warm and bright that Bucky was sure he was seeing an angel in person. 

“Don’t worry too much!” She replied, oblivious to the effect she had on the man. 

“Shanty’s a pro. She can basically do this on her own, she just prefers having someone on her back or a little extra guidance.” Y/n explained as the cow herd came into view. “Just point her in the right direction, she will do the rest.” 

Bucky nodded and watched as Y/n kicked Zippy forward toward the cows and once she rounded the back, the herd started running in his direction. Gripping onto the reins, he pointed Shanty in the direction and when the cows tried to jump out of line, Shanty would run and slide to a stop, forcing the cows to stay in a group as they ran towards the cattle shed. 

The journey back to the cattle shed was considerably more work than the ride out, constantly trying to keep the frisky cows from darting off one way or another but eventually, they were all secured in the barn, Y/n smiled at Bucky.

“Thank you for your help. I can take it from here. Meet you inside for dinner? I prepped some ravioli last week that’s in the freezer.” 

Bucky smiled and agreed, leading Shanty and Zippy back to the barn, the goofy grin remaining on his face all the way there.

Bucky grumbled angrily as the wrench slipped out of his hand. He reached out from under the tractor with his left hand when he remembered that his left hand was, essentially, an all-purpose tool. After finally getting the stubborn bolt off, he pushed himself out from underneath the tractor and took a sip of the hot cider in his mug that Y/n insisted he take with him after dinner. In between bites of the best ravioli that he had ever eaten, Y/n mentioned that the tractor had a bust pipe and that he had gotten the parts but hadn’t had the time to fix it herself so naturally, Bucky set off to fix it as soon as the dishes were done. 

Just as Bucky was about to get back to work, he heard a new melody whisper in his ear.

I'm flying, shining, bright like just like the Leonids, Heading for you.

Wiping his hands off on an old shop towel, Bucky made his way back to the farmhouse, and with each step he took, the music got a little louder.

Slowly, but surely, lighting up the pyramids, On my way to you

Kicking off his snow and mud-covered boots in the mud room, Bucky followed the sound of the music, to the back porch where he found Y/n sitting with a mug in her hands gazing up at the stars.

Ooh, ooh. I've fallen like a star for you

The music was so loud at this point, that Bucky was convinced that it was integrating itself into the very fiber of his being. Taking a steadying breath, he reached out a hand and placed it on Y/n’s shoulder startling her her slightly before realizing it was just him. He watched as she hit the pause button, and the music that was flowing so clearly stopped. Bucky felt his heart rate pick up. There is no way that he's finally found her after all this time.

“Hey Buck, What going on?” Y/n asks softly, offering a smile

“Can I see your Phone?” Bucky asks all in one breath.

Puzzled Y/n hands it to him. “Uh, sure why?”

“I just want to try something” He mumbled as he put the earbuds in and walked away from her to the opposite end of the porch. He locked eyes with her and hit play.

He watched as Y/n’s eyes grew wide, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She heard it too. Bucky swallowed as he took a shaky step toward her, the music getting louder with each step he took until he was standing face-to-face with her.

Ooh, ooh. I've fallen like a star for you

“I think you’re my soulmate” He whispered, reaching out to cup her face with his flesh hand, the metal one still holding onto the phone.

Y/n blinked a few times in surprise before surging forward and tackling him in a hug planting a firm but warm kiss on his lips. Bucky blinked in surprise but responded immediately, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her flush against his body.  Eventually, they parted and Y/n smiled up at him.

 “Does that mean you’ll stay here with me?” She whispered.

Bucky pressed his forehead against hers before he replied, “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me.”

[bellybarness]

The Soldier’s Lament.

James Buchanan Barnes sat alone in the dim light of his Brooklyn apartment, staring at the dog tags he had carried with him through decades of war, loss, and regret. The quiet hum of the city outside was a faint reminder of a world that had moved on without him. In his mind, the soft, haunting melody of a song he once heard during a mission played on repeat: “Army dreamers…”

Bucky closed his eyes, and the past washed over him in fragments—faces of soldiers, laughter in the barracks, and the deafening roar of explosions. Memories blurred together: a young boy full of hope and dreams, and the man he had become, molded by duty and tragedy.

He remembered the first time he enlisted, his heart swelling with pride as he signed the papers. It was supposed to be for his country, for freedom, for something greater than himself. But what had it all been for? His friends—his brothers in arms—had died for promises they never saw fulfilled. He had become a weapon, a pawn in games played by men he never met, carrying orders that weighed heavier with each passing day.

The song played louder in his mind:

“What could he do?

Should have been a rock star…”

Once, Bucky had dreams of his own. He wanted a family, a life where he could laugh freely without the shadow of war looming over him. He had thought about opening a small garage, fixing motorcycles, or even trying his hand at music. His sister used to tease him about his voice, but she’d always end up clapping when he sang along to the radio.

But those dreams had faded the moment he picked up a rifle. The world demanded sacrifice, and he gave himself completely.

“Instead of a foot soldier…”

Bucky clenched the dog tags tighter, his metal fingers leaving imprints on the surface. The Winter Soldier’s shadow loomed behind his thoughts, a specter of the man he was forced to become. His hands weren’t just rough from work—they were stained with the lives HYDRA had stolen through him. Those weren’t the dreams of a soldier; they were nightmares that would never fade.

“What a waste…

Army dreamers.”

He thought of the countless young men and women, full of hope, who had been sent to their deaths in wars they didn’t understand. How many of them had believed they were making the world a better place? How many had been left behind, just like him, broken and forgotten?

The city noise outside grew louder as Bucky opened his eyes. He stood, walking to the window and looking down at the streets below. People bustled, laughed, and lived. They were free in ways he could never be.

But there was something in their faces, a glimmer of hope he couldn’t let himself extinguish. Maybe that was why he kept fighting—not as a soldier, but as a man trying to find redemption. The memories of war, of his mistakes, would always haunt him. But maybe, just maybe, he could make peace with them.

As the melody of “Army Dreamers” drifted away in his mind, Bucky whispered to himself, “I’ll keep going. For them. For me.”

The dog tags fell to the table with a soft clang as he turned away from the window. It was time to face another day.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Because it's Eurovision! Okay..?

AN: I wanted to write this last year, but didn’t, and then the enablers in the BBE server forced encouraged me. So enjoy this cracky Avengers Tower fic, where nobody dies and everyone lives happily ever after.

Un-beta’d

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationship: - None - Just good old team bonding.

Word Count: 1k

CW: Eurovision spoilers, American confusion, Domestic Avengers

“Oki doki, kiddos - what’s so important we’ve brought forward movie night to…” Tony looked at his watch. “... 3 o’clock in the afternoon?”

He looked around the lounge in confusion as Nat, Wanda and Bucky rearranged all the sofas, cushions and beanbags. Flag bunting hung from the ceiling, and the small kitchenette counter was laden with various snacks.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.” Nat’s tone of voice suggested that that explained it all.

It did not.

“Euro-what now?”

Wanda came up beside him and started to steer him towards one of the seats.

“Just sit down, Stark. It’s about to start. Now where are the others?”

She looked around, auburn hair flying, but relaxed as Clint walked in, a grin on his face, followed by Bruce, Steve, and Sam. Wanda looked around them and smiled as Vision floated through the wall and towards her.

Clint bounded forward, launching himself over the back of the sofa and bouncing down next to Tony.

“Boy, are you in for a treat! This is going to be epic.” He grinned, completely unfazed by the blank looks from the other men. 

Sam settled on one of the other couches after a stern glare from Bucky, Steve joining him.

“Umm, could you possibly explain further?”

“If you will allow me…” The dulcet tones of FRIDAY echoed through the room as Nat and Bucky continued to shift and shuffle things around their confused team mates. “The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual event held in mid May every year, where the countries across the European continent all submit a musical act singing an original song. There are two semi-finals and then the final 26 acts star in the Final.”

Steve still looked confused.

“Well, what do the winners get?”

“The winning country gets to host the competition the following year, providing a boost for tourism and culture.”

Bruce settled down on the third couch, somehow having already snagged a bowl of popcorn.

“So the songs are good then?”

Nat snorted derisively.

“Nope. They are camp and cheesy, with ludicrous outfits, smoke machines and lots of pyrotechnics. But that’s the joy of it. And lots of the countries sing in their own language, so you have no idea what the song is actually about.”

Tony’s eyes went wide, nothing any clearer than it was before.

“Then why are we watching?”

As one Nat, Bucky and Wanda turned towards him.

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm, okay then…” He sunk down into the cushions, not sure it was worth risking the ire of undoubtedly the most dangerous trio in the room. “Can I ask why Thor gets out of this…”

Just then, the building shook, the unmistakable rumbling and light display signifying the bifrost had just hit the roof.  “..Scratch that.”

Nat turned on the television and squished in next to Clint. Vision and Wanda snuggled down into the beanbags. Thor burst into the room a few minutes later, placing Mjolnir onto the countertop.

“I haven’t missed it, have I?”

He took the final space next to Bruce, who passed over the bowl of popcorn.

“It’s the flag parade, apparently.”

The blonde god leant forward, arms resting on his knees.

“Ooo. I know this one! That’s Norway. I like them.”

Bruce smiled and elbowed his friend.

“Of course you do, they still treat you like a god.”

Across the room, Steve leant over to Bucky to whisper in his ear.

“Can I ask, if this is a European competition, why are Australia taking part?”

“Because they love how camp it is, and asked if they could join in.”

“I’m going to be confused during this whole thing, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh…” Bucky threw some M & Ms up in the air, catching them in his mouth.

Back on the central sofa, Nat started to bounce slightly.

“Here we go! Prepare to be amazed…”

For the next 2.5 hrs the team sat, glued to the television, all manner of emotions running through them as they watched the eclectic musical display.

“Am I missing something,” asked Sam. “Why are they singing about Edgar Allen Poe?”

Bucky shrugged. “Why not?”

“Okay..?”

Steve nudged Bucky.  

“Buck - what’s she singing?”

“About how her love for her man is driving her crazy, but she doesn’t know if he feels the same.”

“Okay..?”

“My love…”

“Yes, Vis?

“This is an anti-war song, isn’t it?”

“It is, Vis.”

“Okay..?”

“Earth to Sam! Earth to Sam!”

Tony threw a screwed up piece of paper across the room and watched Sam jolt and shake his head as it bounced off.

“What?”

“You seem a bit invested in the Cyprus act there….”

“Fuck off, Tony.”

“Okay..?”

“Nat?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but is there a reason she seems likes she’s dressed like a werewolf?”

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm…okay..?”

Thor was bouncing in his seat as the Finnish act started.  

“This is more like it!”

Bruce peered at the screen, as though the neon pink and green outfits were starting to give him a migraine.

“But…but what’s it about?”

“Going out drinking!”

“Okay..?”

“Errrrm, Buck…What the hell did I just watch?”

Bucky didn’t even turn his head at Steve’s question.

“Croatia.”

That didn’t really help. All Steve knew was that he’d just seen something he couldn’t unsee.

“Okay..?”

The act from the UK finished and Tony stood up, cracking his neck.

“Well, guys. Thanks for that, I think. But now that’s over…”

“Nope!” Nat reached across Clint, who’d fallen asleep between them, slowly drooling on a cushion, to grab hold of Tony’s t-shirt and pull him back down. “Now it’s the half time show while the voting is done, and then it’s the results. And this year, we can vote from outside Europe. Look, there’s an app and everything.”

Tony blinked slowly in disbelief. “When’s it due to finish?”

“About 7pm.”

“What!” At Tony’s shout Clint sat bolt upright, snorted and sucked up a string of drool. “This thing goes on for 4 hours. Like how?”

“BECAUSE IT’S EUROVISION!” Came the chanted reply, this time with Thor joining in.

“Okay..?”

Tony pulled out his phone and opened the app store with a shrug. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“I got $50 on Finland. Who wants in?”

At 7.05pm Tony sat staring at the screen, mouth wide open as the others groaned and started to pass cash towards Bruce.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Bruce smiled and shrugged.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.”

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[emmis15]

Bucky Barnes Birthday In The Country

―I never imagined seeing the Winter Soldier, the greatest and deadliest assassin of the last 50 years, wearing a plastic crown at a children's party― I heard a sweet and amused voice behind me.

I was trying to pour myself more vodka juice from the kitchen and taking the opportunity to catch some fresh air outside the circle of Avengers and parents I didn't know, besides small children running around everywhere.

―Neither did I, this wasn't my original plan for my day off― I replied, looking at her with a small smile as I leaned against the sink.

Cass had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the door frame, a smile on her face and a glass in her hands.

―I didn't tell you before, but thank you for coming. Lila was very happy to have you here― she said, approaching me slowly with a slight smile.

I sighed with a smile on my face as I listened to her. She had dragged me to a birthday party for Barnes' daughter at the farm, and instead of taking the opportunity to stay alone in the complex reading or listening to quiet music without having to listen to people passing by or arguing, I had knelt before Cass, and now I was at Clint's farm lifting children with my metal arm, wearing a plastic crown on my head.

―I'm sure she was― I sighed, looking down at my feet.

She placed her glass next to mine, and her hands tangled behind my neck with a slight smile. The scent of the perfume I liked was very close to me, almost like a mist on my face, enjoying her smile and the shine of her lips that had nagged me so much to drive slowly below the speed limit.

―Thank you, really. I promise I'll make it up to you― she whispered against my lips, looking into my eyes.

―It's not necessary. I'm just tired and needed a breather― I said, my hands reaching for her waist, feeling her skin goosebumps as she felt my cold metal arm.

―¿Do you want me to leave you alone?― she asked, uncertainty in her eyes.

―No, I never want to be alone if I can be with you for a moment. I just want to be here for a few minutes― I said, looking at her with a slight smile before giving her a small kiss.

She stayed looking at me with a small smile, and I don't know what she was looking at, but I really believe I had the best view. The sunset light hit her face through the window of the house, giving her such a homely and tranquil view that the idea of going somewhere just the two of us reappeared in my mind.

Having a house and living hidden from life, just the two of us quietly leaving behind the Avengers, Hydra, superheroes, or the society on our shoulders, staying in the quietest place in the world alone with our house.

―I would like to have something like that― I whispered, looking into her eyes while playing with her hair.

―¿A children's party or more time together?― she asked, confused.

―A house far from everyone and everything, just the two of us, letting ourselves be carried away by time.

―It would be nice to have some alone moments on a farm and the American dream.

She gave me a small smile, joining her left hand with my metal hand as she reached for a jug of juice since she couldn't drink alcohol due to medication.

―Not just a moment, a lifetime, in secret, and sometimes having missions, but instead of staying in the complex waiting for the next mission or training useless people to waste time, both of us sharing hobbies together without hiding― my flesh hand touched her chin to make her look into my eyes.

―We can't even let my father see us less than 40 meters apart, and you want me to pack my things and go to a house in the countryside? It's very nice, Buck, really, it sounds like something we could really live someday, but it's very difficult. I need medical attention all the time, and I'm always with my father― she said with a sad face, and I looked at the floor.

I let go of her chin to touch the star on her chest. I could see the faint red light coming from inside her chest, her body full of cables and constantly receiving medical attention and medication. It was a reality for her that even though we both wanted to show ourselves, we couldn't, and it would be very unfair, in addition to the increased life risks for her if we separated so much from the complex.

And then there was her father, Tony hated me, and although indirectly Cass tried to make him stop hating me, she only managed to make his sarcastic comments about my past in Hydra, giving me nicknames for my arms, and trying to leave the subject behind or hidden under the rug, but not much more. If he were to find out that I am with his daughter, the least he would do would be to banish me from the Avengers and the complex.

―¿Why is everything with us so difficult?

―Because it shows how strong we are― she touched my chin with the tips of her fingers. ―But I'm aware that the whole situation surrounding us sucks.

―Just a place where we both can be, where we can see each other and just be without the fear on our shoulders.

―We can create moments, we can do things to have a normal life within the parameters, but the idea of a house in the countryside or living alone together is very unlikely― she gave me a sad and melancholic smile, and it hurt my soul to know that as long as we were together, we would live in the shackles of Hydra, my past, and her father.

―I love you― I whispered as I carefully ran my fingers through her hair, looking down at her.

―I love you too― she whispered back with a smile, showing her teeth.

We heard the sound of a conversation nearby, so we quickly separated, me leaning against the countertop and her looking into the fridge with feigned doubt.

―¿What were you doing? Your father is looking for you― Lauren's voice broke the awkward silence.

She looked at us for a moment with a raised eyebrow before walking over to Cass and taking out the birthday cake.

―Tell him I'm coming now― she said tiredly, sighing.

―¿What were you doing?― Lauren asked.

―I was looking for something that doesn't have alcohol but also doesn't have too much sugar. Your husband said there was only orange juice in the fridge― she poured some of the orange liquid.

―¿And your sergeant?

―He needed some time away from sticky hands and loud songs― she sighed, looking at the floor.

She looked at us with a raised eyebrow before tilting her head, ready to leave.

―I don't need you to answer because you'll deny it, especially you, Cassady, but I know you two are up to something, I see it and feel it in the air, but the situation is difficult from what Clint told me, so I won't say anything, and you better both be there for the family photo― she sounded stern as she walked away with the white cake box.

We stayed silent without looking at each other before hearing her laugh.

―¿You wanted a normal couple life? There you have Lauren laughing at us and mocking because we can't hide anything― she said with a smile as she started walking back outside.

[justforbooks]

In the childhood memories of more than one generation, Glynis Johns, who has died aged 100, will be best remembered as the Edwardian materfamilias of the hugely popular Walt Disney musical Mary Poppins (1964). Winifred Banks, married to David Tomlinson’s George W Banks, is the mother of Jane and Michael, the children in the care of the magical nanny played by Julie Andrews. A protester for the right to vote, Winifred delivers a spirited rendition of the song Sister Suffragette – “Our daughters’ daughters will adore us. And they’ll sing in grateful chorus: ‘Well done, Sister Suffragette!’” – as the children’s previous nanny tries to quit.

But the husky-voiced actor had other claims to fame from her more than 60 films and 30 stage productions. In 1973, Stephen Sondheim composed the song Send in the Clowns for Johns when she was cast in the leading role of the premiere production of his musical A Little Night Music, on Broadway. And she had won initial stardom in the British cinema as a mermaid.

In the title role of the film comedy Miranda (1948), she travels from Cornwall to London and causes romantic complications among the Chelsea set. Although the film’s whimsy may now seem strained, it was a great commercial success in its day, making Johns a top-liner in British movies. Miranda returned in a rather belated sequel, Mad About Men (1954).

By that time, Johns had moved almost completely from stage to films, where she was associated chiefly with lightweight roles, alternately fluffy and feisty. One of her most appealing opportunities came in the thriller State Secret (1950, released as The Great Manhunt in the US), playing a cabaret artiste in a fictitious Balkan country, and gamely singing Paper Doll in a wholly invented language.

It says something for her properties of youthfulness that at the age of 30 she could play a teenage schoolgirl in the melodrama Personal Affair (1953). The same year she played in two fanciful Walt Disney British productions, as Mary Tudor in The Sword and the Rose, and as the heroine wife of Rob Roy, and she went on to make her first Hollywood picture, the Danny Kaye comedy The Court Jester, in 1955. The following year she played a cameo role in the star-studded Around the World in 80 Days.

At the time Johns alternated between American and British films, generally in subordinate roles, but a rewarding one came in The Sundowners (1960), set in Australia, as a jolly barmaid who takes a shine to a visiting Englishman played by Peter Ustinov. It brought her an Oscar nomination as best supporting actress. Top billing came in a stylish horror movie, The Cabinet of Caligari (1962). She was well enough known to American audiences by this time to star in 1963 in Glynis, a TV sitcom series that ran for just one season.

In 1966 Johns returned to the London stage in The King’s Mare, as Anne of Cleves to Keith Michell’s Henry VIII. Her Welsh heritage came into play when she took the role of Myfanwy Price in a screen version of Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood (1971) starring Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor and Peter O’Toole, and two years later came her great Broadway success as Desiree Armfeldt in A Little Night Music, which brought her a Tony award.

Glynis came from a show business background: her mother, Alice Steele (nee Wareham), was a concert pianist who performed under the name Alys Steele-Payne, and her father was the prolific character actor Mervyn Johns. He was a stalwart in particular of Ealing Studios films: father and daughter appeared together in an Ealing drama, The Halfway House (1944).

Though her vocal intonations pointed to her Welshness, Glynis was born in Pretoria, South Africa, where her parents were on tour. She was reportedly carried on to the stage at the age of three weeks, and it was not too much longer before she was appearing there in a professional capacity, making her performing debut at the Garrick theatre, London, as a dancer in a revue called Buckie’s Bears (1935).

Educated at Clifton high school, Bristol, and South Hampstead high school and the Cone School of Dancing in London, she rapidly graduated to juvenile acting roles in both theatre and cinema. Her first screen appearance came at the age of 14, as politician Ralph Richardson’s troublesome daughter in South Riding (1938), and on stage she was the young sister, another Miranda, in Esther McCracken’s comedies Quiet Wedding (1938) and Quiet Weekend (1941).

That year brought the opportunity to appear in the film 49th Parallel, starring Leslie Howard and Laurence Olivier in a spy thriller intended to bolster second world war support in the US. When the prospect of playing a mermaid came after the war, she was able to draw on her theatrical versatility: “I was quite an athlete, my muscles were strong from dancing, so the tail was just fine. I swam like a porpoise.”

Johns returned to the London stage in 1977, as Terence Rattigan’s choice to play the murderer Alma Rattenbury in his well-received dramatisation of the Rattenbury case, Cause Célèbre. Her acting appearances became sporadic, though in 1989 she starred with Rex Harrison and Stewart Granger on Broadway in Somerset Maugham’s The Circle.

She was occasionally a guest star in US television series such as Murder She Wrote and The Love Boat, and played Diane’s rich mother, Helen Chambers, in the first series of Cheers (1983) and Trudie Pepper in the sitcom Coming of Age (1988-89). By the time of her final films, While You Were Sleeping (1995) and Superstar (1999), she was a characterful grandmother.

Johns was married and divorced four times. Her first husband, from 1942 to 1948, was the actor Anthony Forwood. Their son, Gareth, also an actor, died in 2007. Marriages to two businessmen followed: David Foster, from 1952 to 1956, and Cecil Henderson, from 1960 to 1962. She was married to Elliott Arnold, a novelist, from 1964 to 1973, and is survived by a grandson and three great-grandchildren.

🔔 Glynis Margaret Payne Johns, actor, born 5 October 1923; died 4 January 2024

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[imaginedreamwrite]

I feel like this is Thick thighs save lives. One of the boys decorated the horse stall to replicate city lights so she feels at home and has music playing and they connect a little more.

Ari, Steve & Bucky wished it was easier to keep you distracted and away from the ranch. Having Hal take you to town and spoil you for the day wasn’t as easy as they had anticipated, not since you’d confessed to feeling torn between the buzz of the city and the lights that captivated you, and the peaceful quiet lull of a country night.

They were trying to sway you to the quietude of the ranch and the homeliness of the country. They were trying to sway you to stay with them in the peaceful atmosphere, selfishly of course, and had made a ploy to win you over with a barnyard dance. It was an effort they knew they wouldn’t be wasted, whether you went back to the city or stayed in their small ranching town they would give you the world.

“They’re on the way.” Bucky stepped into the barn, watching the last Edison light being hooked before he stepped in front of Steve to straighten his hat. “Hal said little miss city girl is antsy.”

“She’s being torn in two different directions. Does she stay in the city and go long distance or stay here?” Ari surmised, sympathizing with you and your inner turmoil. “We all know what we want-“

“I want her to be happy, Ari. Whether that’s here-” Steve was silenced by a knock on the barn wall, the sound setting him in his place by the side before the quickened tug sent the door opening.

“Hal I just want-“

“-to dance?” Hal’s hand slid down, resting upon your lower back. “In a barn?”

You turned your head, eyes growing twice in size as you looked around the magnificent barn. It was transformed into a wonderland, a breathtaking world of romance with synthesized starlit roof. It was nothing like you had ever seen before and the first few steps you’d taken had felt like you were walking on air.

You moved forward and stopped, a bright smile on your face as you studied the world around you. You didn’t understand why Hal was so insistent on taking you off the property and keeping you in town, but now you knew.

“You did this for me?” Your question was soft as you reached for Ari, hand resting upon his chest. “You all did this for me?”

A song began to play in the background and a pair of hands rest on your hips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you and your cowboy began to sway, soon joined by another who had held your hands and trapped you between their bodies.

You were transported, taken away from the dusty barn floor to the clutch of stars that were going to have a hold on you. You were in a place so close to heaven it made you feel otherworldly.

“Whatever you decide,” a hand clutched your chin and tilted your gaze to his own, “we’re here for you. Wherever you go, we go.”

Remember when…

“How can I possibly leave you?” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “I can’t…not a single city in this whole world could be better than this barn.”

“You’ll stay?” Steve whispered in your ear, switching off with another. “Here? With us?”

“Every day for the rest of my life…” you leaned, resting your forehead against his chest.

“Sounds like marriage vows, city girl. Are you wanting to marry us, sweet omega?” Hal teased, drawing a hand down your back.

“If you’ll have me.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Steve and Bucky can just share a farmstead with their sister wives

plenty of stars out in the country side!

And dreamy can watch all her fave musicals with Starry

[iam93percentstardust]

Electric Touch

I finally wrote something for @lightsonparkave! Written for this prompt, you can find this fic on ao3 here (and a brief preview below)

~

Breakups are hard enough on their own, but they’re even worse when your best friend won’t let you cope in your preferred way.

“Bucky, I don’t want a vacation,” Steve says, trying to sound patient and not like he’s growling.

Bucky nods like he understands, which he clearly doesn’t or they wouldn’t still be having this conversation two months after he first brought it up. “I know you keep saying that, and I hear ya, I really do. But I think you’re not hearing me, pal. I’m not saying you want a vacation, I’m saying you need one.”

Steve loses the battle with his growl. “Bucky—”

“Steve. Listen to me. When’s the last time you went out on a Friday night? Forget going to the bar or anywhere you might meet someone—when’s the last time you went to the movies? Or out to Coney Island? For that matter, when’s the last time you left this office? I know you’ve got a bed in that private office back there, and Natasha tells me you’re still here when she leaves every night and here when she gets here in the morning. Steve, she’s one of the first people in the office, so what are you doing getting here so early? Are you sleeping in there? That’s it exactly, isn’t it? You’re sleeping inside your office, and that’s just another whole level of sad.”

“I’m not sleeping in my office,” Steve snarls, but he is and Bucky absolutely knows it going by his judgmental scowl.

“Really? So if I went downstairs and pulled the security logs…”

“Fine! So I’m sleeping here. Who cares?”

“I care, Steve. It’s been six months since Peggy left, and you’re a fucking wreck!”

“Star Designs has had its most successful quarter since—”

“I don’t give a fuck about the company. I care about you. You might have the board fooled with your expensive suits and fancy hair, but I see right past that to the kid from Brooklyn, and I’m telling you, you’re floundering. What’s going on?”

“What do you think?” Steve snaps, dropping heavily into the ergonomic chair behind his desk. He doesn’t drop his head into his hands but that’s only because that seems a little too melodramatic. He’s the CEO and founder of the biggest advertisement and marketing company in the country. He is not a high schooler experiencing their first breakup on prom night.

“She hasn’t been by to pick her stuff up yet,” he says quieter. And I can’t bear to go back home and see her sheet music and clothes and programs from her concerts, he doesn’t add.

Bucky blinks at him. “So?”

“What do you mean so?”

“So text her, tell her she’s got another week to pick up her shit, and then hire a moving company, but stop letting her push you out of your own goddamn apartment.”

“I can’t do that! Most of those are from her shows. They mean something to her.”

“Well, they can’t mean that much if she’s left them there for the last six months,” Bucky points out reasonably. But the idea of just throwing them out makes him want to shudder. His dad used to throw his mom’s things out every time she did something he didn’t like. Eventually she stopped doing them, but by that point, she wasn’t really Steve’s mom anymore, just an empty husk.

Maybe Bucky remembers that because his face softens just a touch. “Look, take the week off. Take the vacation that Natasha booked for you. I’ll handle getting Peggy’s things out of the apartment, and when you come back, promise me you’ll stop sleeping in your office. You’re thirty-two years old Steve. Stop acting like you’re ninety.”

Steve sighs. He still doesn’t want to, but maybe Bucky is right. Maybe he’s been pushing everyone—and himself especially—too hard so that he doesn’t have to think about Peggy. It’s been hard enough trying to get used to sleeping alone again, but maybe he should stop trying in his cold office and get used to the warm sunlight on his face waking him up in the morning in his east-facing apartment instead of his alarm in his windowless private office.

“Fine,” he agrees.

“Yes!” Bucky exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. He’s not even a little bit subtle about it, and Steve can’t help the chuckle that escapes him.

“But only for a week,” Steve adds.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Masterlist 03/02/2023

Peaky Blinders

Series:

In This Heart >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland - Summary: Two souls, forever bound in the multiverse. 

Ted Lasso (Coming Soon...)

Drabbles:

I'm Falling Too (coming soon)

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Never Just A Kill >> Chris Evans x Teacher!Reader - Summary: Chris really just wants a kiss but honestly the reader knows better, a kiss is never just a kiss.

His Favorite Day >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

Can I Have This Dance? >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her and one time Steve her.

You've Been Everything >> Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black - Summary: They haven’t shared a bed in months, the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.

Blurbs:

I'll Stand By You >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: Steve Rogers will never leave you, no matter how dark your past is.

Series:

It Takes A Village >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: The saying "it takes a village to raise a child," never rang more true. (coming soon.../TBA)

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

Take On Me >> MusicProducer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader - Summary:  Reader gets asked what is the most romantic thing she could dream of Bucky doing for them, Bucky pulls out all the stops with the help of their friends.

Maybe 107 It's So Bad >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and the gangs all here to throw him a party but the thing is he’s just not that into it. That is till the reader gives him his birthday gift. 

I Hear A Symphony >> Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader - REQUESTED -- Summary: Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky. 

Everything's Gonna Be Alright >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Stark - Summary: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn’t sure where she fits in it all.

Drabbles:

Oven Mitts >> Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Summary: Bucky just wanted to surprise his wife with a cooked meal for being amazing.

Series:

The Spark >> CountryMusicStar!Bucky Barnes x CountryMusicStar!OFC Sparrow Lake — Summary: What do you do when the man who holds your career comes to you with an ultimatum that not only affects you but the lives around you? That is what is happening for Sparrow Lake, she thought she would start 2020 with just her close friends and family, but when Tony Stark shows up at her family’s Smokey Mountain home with fellow country star Bucky Barnes and their manager, that was not going to happen. (To Be Rewritten...)

Sebastian Stan

Better Than This (Sebastian Stan x Muscian!Reader [Mini-Series/Hiatus]

Better Than This: The Precipice [1/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — Summary: Sebastian wakes to find his girlfriend missing in bed and hears music; he knows she playing music, but the story it’s telling is a sad one.

Better Than This: Another Day in Paradise [2/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — Summary: Y/N, with the help of Mary, throws Sebastian a wonderful birthday Italian feast. After everyone has gone home with the assurance of Mary, he decides to just tell Y/N how much she means to him.

Better Than This: Forever & For Always [3/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — At Y/N Grandmother’s birthday party, Sebastian has an extra birthday gift and the whole family, but Y/N is in on it.

Better Than This: You Song [4/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — It’s a pretty rough time of the year for siblings Y/N and Bey, but they have an amazing support system who do everything they can to make them happy. Even if it sometimes includes random musical moments and tap-dancing shoes.

MORE COMING SOON...

I TAKE REQUEST...

2021 Recomendation List

[dimeurz]

hiii i'm here to send a lyric prompt!

"You know I'd leave any party for you / Cause no party's so sweet as a party of two"

“Shouldn’t Captain America be mingling inside with the guests? A lot of ladies are looking for you.”

Bucky’s voice slices through the thoughts of Sam as he sits on a marble bench under a gazebo. He turns his head to Bucky with a scoff of a chuckle.

Sam was invited to tonight’s state dinner with the president of Keraadistan. He didn’t really anticipate the letter in the mail, but hey, he’s Captain America. He doubted that Thaddeus Ross would pass up an opportunity to look good in front of another country leader despite the bad blood between them. He wasn’t surprised that Ross’s Thunderbolts were here too, though.

“Yeah, well.” Sam shrugs, looking up the sky. The stars are quite visible tonight, and the September chill is just right. “I thought US Agent was enjoying himself with the guests. He’s quite popular back there.”

“He’s enjoying it way too much. The guests, not really.” Bucky smiles as he stares at how Sam’s lashes naturally curl to his lid, his brown eyes as dark as the night. There’s a sparkle reflected on them from the nearby lamp, and it looks like he caught the stars inside his irises. “You coming back soon? The dance just started.”

Sam finally looks at Bucky, and somehow it makes Bucky blush. Thank god it’s not that bright, otherwise Bucky would’ve had to look away. “Is that why you came for me out here? To ask me to dance?”

Bucky shrugs to play it cool, keeping his hands buried in his pockets. He laughs. “There’s people inside that would love to dance with you.”

“Mm.” Sam hums, holding the eye contact. He sounded a little disappointed, just a tad, then he turns his focus back up to the stars.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bucky slightly and nervously moves from where he’s standing. He looks back to the White House, its windows illuminated while shadows of people danced across. He then drifts his gaze to the grassy ground, his newly-shined loafers he bought just for this event, then back to Sam who looks painfully pretty in his tuxedo.

Bucky quietly mutters a song, his voice shaky and bashful. “Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’.”

With a tiny jolt of surprise, Sam turns back to Bucky. Bucky extends his metal hand towards Sam, his eyebrows gently raised. Both of them don’t say a word just yet, and Sam lets the offer linger in the air for a minute before reaching for Bucky’s hand and standing up. Bucky pulls him closer and finally takes his other hand out of his pocket to place it on Sam’s back. He starts swaying the both of them, dancing cheek to cheek to nothing but each other’s heartbeats.

Bucky starts singing the rest of Dream A Little Dream Of Me to Sam’s ear, soft and whispering as if the song itself is only meant for him. Sam would often tease Bucky about his taste in music, but he admits to himself that this is something straight out of a romantic movie Sarah would force him to watch when they were teenagers. He never found the appeal of them, but now he does. He now knows the feeling of butterflies in the stomach, the exhilarating intwining of hands as they dance. Bucky sounds like he’s so embarrassed, chuckling in between some lines to fill the awkwardness, though Sam finds it endearing.

“We should do this more often.” Sam says lowly, leaning his head on Bucky’s temple with a small smile.

“Do what?” Bucky asks; the question sounds stupid but he doesn’t know if it’s the dancing or the fact that they look like fools swaying to nothing.

“Act like we’re in love.” Sam answers. “Because I am. With you.”

Bucky’s heart skips a beat as he stares wide-eyed at the garden ahead of him, allowing Sam’s words to sink in. He wants to say God, Sam, me too, but he couldn’t even speak at the revelation. Instead, he pulls Sam closer, hiding his reddened face in the crook of Sam’s neck. He hums and nods bashfully, making Sam grin.

send me lyrics as prompt for a little sambucky fic :)

[mysticstarlightduck]

Happy STS! 💕

Sorry for the late ask, I've actually been writing all day and I genuinely thought it was still Friday until I checked my inbox!!

If you could have one of your own characters meet another fictional character of a writer of your choice (this can include mutuals!), who would you choose and how do you imagine their interaction would go?

Hello! Thank you so much for the Ask!

I am terribly sorry for the very late answer, I have been catching up on a lot of my writing in the last few days, as it is a local holiday here in my country, and only now was I able to answer your ask, as I wanted to answer it properly.

It is a very interesting question!

I will choose some of my favorite characters from my favorite books and movies that I think my own characters would love to meet in person, but I might mention some of my mutual's characters too.

RAELEN ASHIREN: I think that Raelen would love to meet Arya Stark (Game of Thrones), Hiccup Haddock (How to Train Your Dragon), Toph Beifong (Avatar The Last Airbender), Alucard (Castlevania), Merida (Brave), Sam Winchester (Supernatural), Esmeralda (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame) and Tulio (Road to El Dorado)

AZRA MOORSWORTH: I think that Azra would love to meet, and would likely become good friends with: Lo'ak (Avatar 2: The Way of Water), Richard Grayson/Nightwing (Titans from DC Comics), Kili (The Hobbit), Jim Hawkings (Treasure Planet) and Apollo (The Trials of Apollo). Another character that I think reminds me of him is Palem from one of my Mutual's works (head to @lassiesandiego to check this character out!).

JULYAN ASHIREN: I think that Julyan would love to meet Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Hector (Castlevania), Prince Caspian (Chronicles of Narnia), Mako (Legend of Korra), Robb Stark (Game of Thrones), Runaan (The Dragon Prince), Shiro (Voltron: Legendary Defender) and Violet (Arcane).

BRYN SEPERI: In my opinion, Bryn would like to meet (even if that interaction would probably end with someone getting stabbed): Kaz Brekker (Shadow and Bone), Theon Greyjoy (Game of Thrones), Trevor Belmont (Castlevania), Murtagh (Eragon: The Inheritance Cycle), Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson Books), Nanashi (Sword of The Stranger), Morgana Pendragon (Merlin) and Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher).

NYX FAESTORM: I think Nyx would like to meet Legolas (Lord of The Rings), Jaskier (The Witcher), Vax'ildan (Legend of Vox Machina), Jesper Fahey (Shadow and Bone), Vignette (Carnival Row), Julian Devorak (The Arcana), and Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

VALLERIUS ZYNDROSAR: Vall would definitely like to meet and talk to characters like: Edmund Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia), Jayce Tallis (Arcane), Aleksander Morosova/The Darkling (Shadow and Bone), Will Turner (Pirates of The Caribbean), Callum (The Dragon Prince), James Kirk (Star Trek), and Enjolras (Les Miserables).

TANWIN LYRANDETH: I think the characters he would like to meet would be Lotor (Voltron), Bucky Barnes (Captain America: Winter Soldier), Tauriel (The Hobbit), Loki (Thor and Avenger Movies), Tim Drake (DC Comics), and Odysseus (Epic The Musical and the original Odyssey).

(and last but not least for this ask)

ELLINOR DALLANTES: She would like to meet Ciri (The Wicher), King Ezran (The Dragon Prince), Fa Mulan (Mulan), Percy De Rolo (Legend of Vox Machina), Susan Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia), Jaqen H'ghar (Game of Thrones), Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of The Caribbean), and, Lancelot (King Arthur, especially the 2004 movie) Leia Organa (Star Wars).

I choose these characters because I think that their personalities would match enough for them to have an interesting interaction, as they could discuss similar worldviews and struggles, though they would quite possibly generate far too much chaos together lol.

[joahwritingformediaproject]

The Student Becomes the Teacher A close encounter with Endicott education students

Emily Faulconer is a third year education student at Endicott College. Originally hailing from Billerica, Massachusetts, her family moved to Groton, Massachusetts during the pandemic. This meant she faced a brand new high school for the last two years of her high school career. Faulconer entered Endicott as an elementary education major and after facing a tough engineering class (which is oddly a required class for elementary education majors), she quickly switched to early childhood education as her major. The difference between the two majors is the grade level she would be able to teach; early childhood licensure ends at second grade where the elementary licensure goes up to sixth grade but does not include pre-k or kindergarten. Faulconer leaves behind a golden retriever named Maverick back home, as well as a bunny named Ruby. At 20 years old, she is still an adamant belieber with high levels of Bieber Fever. Along with her love for Justin Beiber, she is also an avid country music listener, rap lover, and pop princess appreciator. Her bluetooth speaker remains on for most hours of the day, rotating through music genres based on her moods. If she’s not watching reruns of Keeping Up with the Kardashians or the new season of Dancing with the Stars, you can find her at the gym, most likely on the stairmaster for longer than a sane person should. She may have a shy outer shell, but underneath that soft spokenness, she is a fierce protector of her friends, a lover of bad instagram dad jokes, and a frequent orderer of a Lodge quesadilla. Faulconer finds her true passion in teaching, especially teaching the young kids. 

Michaela Anjoorian is also a third year education student here at Endicott College. She was born and raised in Littleton, Massachusetts (which is coincidentally only about 20-25 minutes from Groton). Anjoorian is a History: Secondary Education major, which means she is part of both the school of Humanities and as well as the school of Education here at Endicott. Her fascination with history began with ancient civilizations, but has since evolved into an interest around the Civil War and a critical view of American politics. Alongside her history knowledge is an immense love for all animals (except crabs) and a deep pool of animal information. She often tells people she wrestled alligators for her summer job (she actually did). Her fierce love for animals, of course, extends to her pit bull Bucky who is named after her favorite Marvel character. At 21 years old, Anjoorian has a terrible addiction to Dunkin’ refreshers which she vehemently denies to be true. She can be found storming through campus with her black headphones blasting her ever-mysterious choice of music, doing her best to convince her roommates she is in fact 5’2” and not 5’1”, taking a midday nap under her Spider-man blanket, or complaining about the cold. Anjoorian finds her passion in the past and teaching that past exactly as it happened.

Both Faulconer and Anjoorian speak about their initial interest in the education field and who they hope to be in their future careers as teachers. Faulconer dives into her love for teaching younger students, while Anjoorian discusses the difficulty of finding her place within the odd gray area of secondary education here at Endicott. They finish with reflecting on how their goals have changed over the past 3 years, as well as some words of wisdom for the incoming freshmen classes for years to come.

What is your major? 

Faulconer: My major is early childhood education. 

Anjoorian: My major is history and then my concentration is secondary education.

What made you choose Endicott's education program over others? 

Faulconer: They have four years of pre-pracs and practicums where I have the opportunity to student-teach in multiple different settings. 

Anjoorian: At first I thought Endicott had a very good school of education, and they do for elementary and early childhood. They have a five-year program that I was going to do, but I don't think I'm going to apply to that anymore just due to the fact that I want to get my master's in history rather than education.

When did you know you wanted to study education? 

Faulconer: My senior year of high school when I student-taught in a second grade classroom. I was able to work one-on-one with the kids and build relationships and it was really fun. I got to teach some lessons too. 

Anjoorian: I knew I wanted to study history when I was in the seventh grade. I took an ancient civilizations class. My teacher made the class very entertaining, and it was the only class I never had to study for; I essentially aced everything. I would say I knew I wanted to go into education junior or senior year of high school, just because there's not too much else to do with history. So this would be kind of like a fallback, but I also would love to teach.

Did you consider going into a different field? If so, what? 

Faulconer: Yes, I used to want to be a veterinarian, but I can't do surgeries and I'm not very good at science. I wouldn't be good at letting families know that their dogs died. 

Anjoorian: Yes, I did. I was convinced from when I was younger, literally up until I applied to colleges, that I was going to go into zoology, or biology, or something to do with animals.

Are there any teachers or professors, past or present that you look up to? 

Anjoorian: It would be my seventh grade history teacher. His name is Mr. Gibbai. His class was just so entertaining and he was the perfect balance of funny and strict. My other favorite past teacher, his name is Mr. Walsh and he is just very iconic. He taught history—the college prep history and he did a very good job in teaching the kids who were not as focused academically on their studies. I would say Professor Matelski because she's absolutely amazing. I personally just love the way she says everything. I love her canvas, which is so odd, but it's so organized. She responds to emails so quickly. She's so willing to look over everything you have. She’s just the best professor.

What's the most challenging part of your major? 

Faulconer: The lesson planning and meeting the needs of every student because they all have different learning abilities. They're all at different levels so you have to differentiate your instruction to make sure everyone understands what's going on. 

Anjoorian: I would say the most challenging part of my major is the education courses that I have to take here only because some of them are not geared towards secondary ed. I had to take classroom assessment. I had elementary majors and early childhood majors and we're all learning how to assess students, but we don't necessarily assess students the same way because they're teaching them the basics, whereas I'm teaching them in-depth history. So sometimes it's a little hard to get all the strategies down when the curriculum isn’t as applicable to what I’m concentrating on.

What's the most rewarding part of your major? 

Faulconer: Getting the kids' affection. When they want to have your attention and want them to play with you and work with you throughout the class. It shows that they care about you and they like you. That you're doing something good.

Anjoorian: I was substituting one time in the seventh grade and one of the students made me a little card and it said, “Thank you so much for subbing. I love your outfit.” And it was just so sweet because all I did was like sub for the day in the class. Some of the kids are just like really, really appreciative. It's just so nice.

What kind of teacher do you hope to be? 

Faulconer: I hope to be a fun teacher and a loving teacher. Someone like Miss Honey from Matilda. Where kids can come to me and they feel safe in my classroom and they look up to me. I’ve always thought she was so classy and supportive of students like Matilda, especially. She bonded with her kids even if it broke the rules from the principal. She did what she needed to do to give it all for her students, which is something I really admired.

Anjoorian: I want to be able to have a good balance in my teaching of being approachable, but also being respected by the kids. I do want to teach high school. It sometimes can be hard to get that level of respect because when I start, I will be so close in age to those kids. I'm hoping that they'll be able to see that I can relate to them in some ways and that that will help them. But I also hope that they will still respect me as an authority figure and I will be able to teach them the content and help them learn.

What do you think your greatest strength will be as a teacher? 

Faulconer: Being there for the kids and being their biggest supporter because I love seeing them get excited and build confidence. I want them to have that confidence in their learning.

Annjorian: I'm going to be very understanding in terms of work. Life happens. I want to be compassionate and understanding that life happens as long as it's not an everyday thing. Sure. Take an extension, These kids are learning to balance work, life, sports, hanging out with friends. So school is not the only thing that they're focusing on. 

Can you describe an experience with a student that you've had in your practicums?

Faulconer: When I did my lessons in my current placement with my preschoolers. One of my ELLs (English Language Learner), Lena, she's learning to strengthen her English. She started understanding numbers and recognizing numbers better when she was working one-on-one with me. I just felt so proud of her at that moment and I felt like I was making a difference in her learning.

Can you describe your experiences in your education classes?

Faulconer: I feel like I've learned a lot and I'm able to bond with the professors and work well with the others in the class. The professors are very easy to talk to; you can go to them for their office hours or work one-on-one in the class which is super helpful for someone like me who is a bit shy and struggles to speak up in class.

Anjoorian: I love the secondary ed teachers that we have. There are . . . we'll say three of them. Their classes are absolutely amazing. They're the people who me and the rest of the secondary ed kids will reach out to if we need help lesson planning, if we need ideas, if we need anything. The mixed classes can be sometimes challenging because they are definitely not geared towards the secondary kids. They are geared towards elementary and early childhood. So those are my more challenging classes.

Is there anything you wish you knew before studying education and/or picking Endicott? 

Faulconer: I wish I knew more about the MTELs (Massachusetts Tests for Educator Licensure) and how many I had to take. How much they cost to take them; they are over $100 each and I had to take three. I wish I knew how long the tests were and how content specific they were as well. I do feel that my education classes prepared me well for the MTELs because they went into great detail about what I needed to know to be successful for the tests and as a teacher.

Anjoorian: Yeah, I would say I wish I knew that they mixed the different education levels. I totally thought I would kind of just be surrounded by secondary ed the whole time, which is not the case.

What is the best advice you have received?

Anjoorian: Some of the best advice I received is just to teach vocab because everybody can benefit from vocab.

Do you feel like your interests or your goals have evolved from your freshman year to now?

Faulconer: Yeah, I'd say so. I feel like my goals before were just passing classes and trying to find placements. Whereas now I feel I'm more focused on where I am placement wise and putting the priorities of the children first. Also, I'm going to do a dual license where I'm going to get my special education license along with my early childhood license. My current placement at Mckeown Preschool in Beverly heavily influenced this decision because I work a lot one-on-one with my kids who have autism and I just love them so much! I love to see them learn and grow. So it made me want to get my special education license which is not something freshman year me would have considered.

Anjoorian: My goal has always just been to help people. So that goal really hasn't changed much, but I will say, I would work at the college level. I would get my PhD and teach college classes.

What advice would you give to incoming freshman education majors here? 

Faulconer: I would say take it day by day. Freshman year, you don't really learn a lot about the field, obviously, because you're taking gen eds, but it gets a lot better sophomore year. You get to dive into your major more than you do in your freshman year. So it gets more exciting. 

Anjoorian: I would definitely say reach out to professors even if you're not taking their class this semester, you can still reach out to them and ask for their help and they will help. Maintain relationships with professors.

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AU fic idea - clegan reincarnation

(This has been sitting untouched in my notes since May)

I am aware that there are a few reincarnation fics floating around on here - very, very good ones at that. But to throw a different spin on it, what about a reincarnation fic where from infancy or very early childhood John and Gale remember each other and their previous life.

(Also, I shouldn't have to add this, but obviously, there wouldn't be any sort of romance between Gale and John when they are children)

This idea is up for grabs, I don't have time to do it justice so if you feel inspired, go for it!

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If they remember as infants, maybe they don't remember everything at once, i.e. not the war, but they do remember each other. The safety, peace, and love they felt with each other, but as they grow, the memories grow with them.

(Or as John is older, he doesn't remember until he is a toddler when Gale is born, and one (traumatic??) night, the memories of his previous life flood in)

Remembering early means that as babies, they sometimes cry when they miss each other, inconsolable until they hear, see, or smell something that reminds them of each other, and they settle. For example, Gale settles when hearing a baseball game or old time-y jazz music (Blue skies being a favourite), and John settles when he chews on his fingers, hears a deep voice, or smells a familiar cologne...

Maybe mental figments of their older selves "talk" to them in their minds, providing comfort that neither set of parents could ever imagine.

(Not discounting the love that they have for their parents or the love their parents have for them, but sometimes the only thing they want/need is each other)

As they grow they inexplicably find things they have never encountered before fascinating, for example, Gale loves listening to baseball games, he still doesn't care about who wins or wants to play, but listening to commentators ramble on about a game, reminds him so much of John, it feels like home. While Bucky, on the other hand, becomes obsessed with horses, cowboys, and stars.

Once they are old enough to talk and request things from their parents, they beg to go to each other’s state/city, their parents are understandably completely bewildered at their seemingly random requests to travel across the country to places that they have no reason to know anything of. Maybe sometime during their childhood, one set of parents relents, which could lead to Buck and Bucky's "first" meeting.

(When they are little and have few inhibitions, they make reference to each other, with their wider families assuming that they have particularly good imaginations and have created elaborate imaginary friends.)

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WEEK 9 - Draft Poster Presentation (Left Side Elements)

20 Elements/Objects

1.Baybayin 'Palangga' - Baybayin is a pre-colonial script from the Philippines historically used for writing and communication, it serves as a cultural heritage symbol and source Filipino pride. This reads ‘Palangga’ which translates to ‘Beloved’, one of many nicknames my grandparents have called me since forever.

2. Rosary - Born into a Catholic household, in times of joy and sorrow, the rosary is a constant, offering solace and a profound reminder of our Catholic heritage and the importance of faith in my family’s life.

3. Luggage - Leaving my home country was akin to zipping up that suitcase, a bittersweet moment of closure, with each zip echoing the finality of a chapter’s end and the promise of a new adventure waiting to be unpacked.

4. Goko Film Camera - My film camera is a time capsule for my memories. It brings a unique, deliberate mindfulness to preserving moments in a world of digital convenience. Each click of the shutter captures a piece of my history, it’s a tangible link to my past, preserving my life’s essence in a way no digital device can.

5. Star Bracelet - The star bracelet my mom gave me is a precious keepsake that holds immense significance in my life. It’s not just a piece of jewelry; it’s a symbol of her love and the countless times she’s been there for me, like a guiding star in my journey.

6. Dream Catcher - During my childhood, the dream catcher above my bed was a source of wonder and comfort. I believed in its ability to ward off nightmares and found solace in its delicate twine web and gentle feathers. It was a tangible link between my imagination and the mysterious realm of dreams, a treasured reminder of the power of belief.

7. Three Stars and a Sun - The three iconic shapes in the Philippine flag. My culture and heritage is something I truly am proud of, I cherish my experiences and will always refer to Philippines as my home.

8. Passports - My passport is my humble reminder of being a first gen immigrant. It represents not only my identity but also the hopes and dreams of my family who left their homeland for a new beginning. My passport is a tangible symbol of resilience.

9. Plane Ticket - The thrill of new adventures, diverse cultures, and breathtaking landscapes fills me with a profound sense of joy.

10. Philippine Jeepney - The filipino jeepney has truely been part of my most vivid memories, from falling asleep in it on the way to school to riding it on the way to the airport where I had to part ways from my loved ones to immigrate to NZ.

11. Grandma - Maming has been my number one supporter for as long as I can remember. From the earliest days when she cheered me on at school ceremonies & games to the more recent milestones like graduation and career achievements, her pride in me has never wavered, she has been a guiding light.

12. Headphones -Music is an escape for me, it’s there when I need to focus, cheer up or extinguish my emotions. My Bose Headphones are always with me wherever I go, it feeds into my creativity and helps me visualise my ideas.

13. Fridge Magnets - Being fortunate enough to travel to different countries, growing up in a family full of memory hoarders, we always make sure to buy a fridge magnet suitable to the place where we are to bring souvenir back home.

14. Record Player - In our family, the record player is significant as we come together to share our love for music. It’s not just a source of creativity but a bond that unites us, these are memories that I can cherish forever.

15. Dog Tag - My dog is my best friend, I wouldn’t know what I would do without my Bucky.

16. Journal - A journal is a treasured tool for self-reflection. Its blank pages become a sanctuary for my thoughts, dreams, and emotions, where I can pour out my innermost self.

17. Sea Shell - Being born in an area near the water and still being close to water to this day, I find the ocean as my comfort place especially going to the beach to cool down or to past time. I’ve also grown up to collect shells from beaches that I have visited.

18. Before the coffee gets cold - Written by Toshikazu Kawaguchi, It underscores the importance of seizing the present moment & expressing one’s feelings.

19. Backpack - Backpack is an essential companion, reliably holding all my important essentials close at hand. Beyond its practicality, my backpack symbolizes independence, self-sufficiency, and readiness to tackle whatever challenges come my way.

20. Acoustic Guitar - Coming from a family full of music enthusiasts, I am fortunate enough to own a guitar and learn songs along with compose my own for my own enjoyment. It feeds into my creativity.

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Also, as someone who grew up with grandparents who were born on either side of his birth year: even when they got old, people from Steve's generation weren't all like that! Baby Boomers like to puff their chests about being the civil rights generation, but the oldest ones were ten years old when Brown v. Board was handed down. It was their parents and grandparents fighting for that shit FIRST, many of them correctly pointing out that if they were good enough to fight for their country in World War II, they damn well deserved the same rights as everyone else. That's Steve's cohort!

My paternal grandparents were Eisenhower Republicans. They weren't wild-eyed leftists by the standards of their generation. Granddad was a 20-year veteran of the US Army, where he was functionally a combat-trained CPA. Grandma was a bit wilder--working as a journalist raised eyebrows, especially because she kept scooping her male colleagues--but she was, at her core, a bookish farm girl from rural Ohio. Nobody so much as looked askance at them during the Red Scare.

And yet when Granddad died, circa age 80, he left instructions stating that he wanted two bullet points from his Army career published in his obituary: that he was part of desegregating the Army (he routinely cited that as his proudest achievement) and that he ran logistics on the Berlin airlift. He had calculated out the number of people his planeloads would have fed, with a particular focus on the number of kids. THAT'S what he wanted his obit to say: that he helped desegregate the Army and that he helped to feed the children of Berlin.

I semi-regularly find out about absolutely insane things he and Grandma got up to (bootleggers??movie stars???the mafia????the CIA?????the government of Japan??????you took that C4 and did WHAT???????), and they didn't think any of it was as interesting as taking racism and child hunger down a peg.

Yes, old people struggle to learn new technology more than children do. Yes, they still like the music they danced to when they were young. Yes, they sometimes slip up and use words that were okay once and have changed meaning. Context is important.

And speaking as someone who IS versed in the comics, here are a few things we know about comics!Steve and American history that would radicalize anyone:

He was born during or right after WWI and the flu pandemic of 1918/19. He would have grown up surrounded by ghosts.

He was raised by a single mother in a time when that was EXTREMELY unacceptable. His mom would have been expected to put him in an orphanage. She didn't.

He grew up chronically ill/disabled at the height of the American eugenics movement. People would have told him to just die already a LOT.

His father's people were Irish, a common target of prejudice when he was young.

His mother's ethnicity is less clear (we really only know that her name was Sarah and she was blonde), but if she was Irish, she would have faced the same prejudices, and if she wasn't, she'd have faced different prejudices for marrying an Irishman and having a "mixed" child. (Yeah, that was a thing.)

He was bullied by other children, including a lot of beatings.

He was a kid in Brooklyn during Prohibition and the Depression. He canonically experienced malnutrition.

His mother died due to inadequate medical care. Tuberculosis is a commonly listed cause, and the only available treatments were ruinously expensive.

He was an artist, and therefore poor.

He had at least one gay friend before the war, Arnie Roth.

Other stories show him with Black and Jewish friends pre-war--whatever the context, he's consistently shown with a small but diverse social group.

Jobs he's shown working include dishwasher in a diner and muralist for the Works Progress Administration. He was canonically working-class and/or dependent on government support to live.

His immediate response to meeting a sixteen-year-old Bucky (who was actively kicking ass at the time and was described as a troublemaker) was to adopt him on the spot. He was twenty.

The people he worked closely with during the war included representatives of multiple nations, racial/ethnic groups, and species. They kept working with him.

He canonically liberated at least one concentration camp, which traumatized both him and Bucky.

He voted for FDR multiple times and, when told FDR had died, initially believed it to be an Axis propaganda broadcast because he couldn't imagine FDR being dead.

He canonically met FDR and saw the wheelchair. It did not change his opinion of the man.

The point of the "man out of time" title isn't that he's old. It's that he's TIME-DISPLACED. He's a time traveler whose time machine was an iceberg. He has 1940s values FROM THE ACTUAL NINETEEN FORTIES, not filtered through the lens of nostalgia. Yeah, he's got a Norman Rockwell vibe, but it's less of a cute Saturday Evening Post cover and more "Four Freedoms" or "The Problem We All Live With". If you haven't seen that one, here it is:

Tell me that's not a meme. I fuckin' dare you.

Steve Rogers is not old; he's time-displaced. He's not close-minded; he's a Depression-era socialist, or close to it. And he is canonically a little shit from Brooklyn who likes to run his mouth when he's among friends and can get away with it (even if Bucky is busting his chops here):

Steve Rogers is only an old fuddy-duddy if you're a shitty writer.

People need to STOP putting steve rogers in the same mindframe as baby boomers and such. And people ALWAYS associate with the NEGATIVE aspects of said generations like hello?! Are we seeing the same person??

(And from what I know his comic personality is far, FAR more liberal and open minded than the MCU portrays him to be)

And. HES NOT OLD. People always say he's old, geriatric. He's. Not. Old.

I've seen 3 birth years, and none of them make him old! (MCU timeline or comic [keep in mind I'm not fully versed on Comic Verse]) he's in his 20s either way! I've seen the years 1918 (hed be 27 defrosted) 1920 (25 defrosted) and 1922 (23 years defrosted)

Stop. Calling. Steve. OLD.

Stop treating him like he's some close minded, refusing to adapt to new times like baby boomers and other older generations.

I think steve would fit right in with Gen Z! (That's a whole other post I'm not getting into rn)

And by the way, Steve isn’t just all about “freedom! justice! the American way!” like people sometimes exaggerate. He’s not some perfect, flag-waving hero. He has doubts, he struggles, and has moments of being unsure. He’s not as rigid as people make him out to be, especially when it comes to things like the “right” way to do things. He’s more complex than that

[little-spicy]

Being !Tarzan Stucky’s Girlfriend includes..

Warning: 18+, little dab of smut, NSFW 🔥🔥

- SO MUCH MAN HANDLING; these boys will pick you up without a word and hold you as long as they can.

- These men hate wearing shirts, you'll always find them only in their boxers.

- VERY possessive, if any man talks to you or even looks at you, both men are coming straight to you and holding you. Glaring til the man LITERALLY runs away.

- They love when you show them new things, one day you decided to try painting, and they loved using different colors and eventually got paint on each other.

- These men love sweets, which means endless tubs of ice cream in the freezer for your guys' movie night.

- Food is a big thing too, they always enjoy trying new food and want to help you cook.

- Lots of kisses on your neck from Steve and lots of kisses on your cheek from Bucky.

- You always sleep in the middle of the bed, you are in a super soldier sandwich.

- They love to pamper you, flowers are their favorite act of gifts. Bucky gets you orchids and Steve will get you bluebells.

- They hate loud noises, so of course you would find a place in the country. A nice place with lots of land, the boys would love it.

- LOTS OF SEX, these men have only had each other and when they have you, they can't stop.

- You are being dominated, they man handle you, tossing you like a rag doll.

- Steve loves eating you out, HIS FAVORITE THING.

- Bucky loves to eat you out, but his favorite is being inside you. He can't get enough to the point where he'll grab you out of nowhere and you cockwarm him.

- Both love being in charge in bed, nothing turns them on more than you being on your back and moaning for them.

- They can go four rounds if they wanted to, they wouldn't stop til you passed out.

- You are their treasure, and if someone tried to take you away from them, there would be a lot of broken bones and bloody injuries.

- Their favorite thing to do with you, is you reading to them. Of course you teach them to read and even though overtime they can do it themselves, they still prefer you reading to them.

- Both have a breeding kink!

- Sometimes you forget that they act like children, so sometimes you have to be assertive.

- They love when you wear their shirts, AND ONLY their shirts, it makes them happy and makes it easier when they want to have sex.

- On rainy days, you make a pillow fort and just lay in between them, falling asleep as Steve plays with your hair and Bucky rubbing circles on your thigh.

- Having to put out a lot of fires that are caused by them.

- LOTS of bubble baths.

- AND FINALLY they love to dance with you, you'll turn on the music and the three of you will listen to the music and enjoy being with one another.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨