#oc: homes postcard

[motherboardmania]

object ocs but in the backrooms (because i went to the backrooms wikidot for context for almond water and accidentally got very, very interested) additional notes: - posty noclipped to level 0 while using a staircase at their art college. fell flat on her face on the last step, like most stair-related backrooms entrances. they dont like to talk about their life in the frontrooms

- ank noclipped to level 0 while interacting with a glitched door at xyr workplace. eir job was working in a warehouse, primarily stocking shelves and storing stock/materials. very strong, which is why they were the best at xyr job! loves talking about their life in the frontrooms and additional additional notes under the cut, although theyre a bit potentially upsetting

hi. these two are not well. i mean a majority of those in the backrooms arent, but yknow

posty's photo on his right side is, inexplicably, familiar to ank. ank doesnt know why, but decides to ignore it. (its ank's childhood home, or technically their home in general, from the frontrooms. some random picture found online for the house's sale listing. xe still lived with hir parents at the time they noclipped, and after that, xyr home served as a painful reminder to eir family that they were gone. so they sold the house and moved) ank is one of the few reasons, the major reason, that posty hasn't attempted reckless interaction with an entity for the sake of getting to the afterlife as an escape from the backrooms. they love each other, so much. although maybe they have a few unshared secrets they'd feel better if they shared with each other. not that they ever will.

..... anyways. i felt bad about writing that angsty stuff out so the last note is that they have a pet deathmoth. they dont have a single set name for him, they just give him incoherent nicknames. but he knows when theyre talking directly to him based on tone, so he doesnt need a name. theyre just gonna keep calling him the bleeby blopper sloppy bonker glop. or whatever else they come up with. they dont know why there was a deathmoth in level 1, but they assume someone walked through a door in level 2 that lead to level 1, and a deathmoth just followed somehow

hes their little guy!

#denver ocs #oc: anchor #oc: homes postcard #denver art #microsoft pain #doodlething

[intimidatingsqueak]

Kimura Takuya

#kimura takuya #木村拓哉 #takuya kimura #scans #shop photos #(i… actually have no clue what these are and im so curious…) #1994 #gonna make a post about oc posting moving forward in these homes (or at least just main…) over on main… at some point #so maybe last one for a while…or just whenever I feel like it lmfao #okay done rambling byeee~ love you all 🫶🏻 #eta: they’re postcards! neat…..⚫️👄⚫️

[simphic]

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Yas is finally waking up in Sulani, they already feel at peace!

♬♪ New apaaartmennnttt rv, walk around this b*tch nakeeeeed, nobody can tell her sh*t! ♬♪

#ts4 gameplay #postcard legacy challenge #ts4 maxis match #ts4 mm gameplay #simblr #black simmer #when i make her playlist >> #why yes she living in a rv causeee we can't afford no home lol #it works for them it fits them! #i just feel like if im an ari fan all my oc will be as well :)

[folkbreeze]

character/story influences tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

tysm @dizzyscabiosa for tagging me in this!! I had so much fun creating these. Now I'm tagging @barbieaiden @warmsol @lilacmaze @forest-void and @wolfavens (feel free to ignore, i just love your sims and would love to know more about them)

I decided to make two moodboards (inspired by this), one for "the past" that i called sulking folks, which is basically the story i thought for Lázaro's past and how he and Ashe met and all that, and one for ending breeze, which is Lazza's life.

I usually get inspired by words/feelings/images rather than media, so... yeah. other stuff under the cut tho:

inspo for both - la cantera (guitarricadelafuente)

SULKING FOLKS - nostalgia / trust / faith / postcards / memories / illness / la lluvia amarilla (Julio Llamazares) / vaca (Federico García Lorca) / quote

the birds were the first creatures to leave this hell. some of us, humans, were too attached to our past selves to even atempt an escape. my sister was brave enough to be a bird, to give us wings.

ENDING BREEZE - old pictures / solitude / exhale inhale (aurora) / yo escucho los cantos (Antonio Machado) / warmth / home / quote

we are what memories made us, we are the stories we heard as kids, we are what our eyes let us see. the world keeps moving. the world keeps moving, blowing breezes, winds and tornados. So hold yourself: even the softest breeze can be the ending breeze.

anyway, there's not much bc i never sat down to write any of it, i just fantasize about it in my head and here i post gameplay which... has little to do with this, but the vibes are there, hopefully

#kinda tempted to do this everytime i come up with new ideas #i enjoyed it so much #actually thinking about doing this for my non sim ocs #tag game #*fin generations extras

[bullet-prooflove]

What I've Been Working On This Week: 4/11/23

Montana: Cowboy!Terry x Reader - Terry tries not to think about you (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Cards)

The Fight Before Christmas: Sam Abrams x Reader - You and Sam get into it when he discovers you've been keeping a secret. (Holiday Bingo: The Fight Before Christmas)

Stockton! Series Part One: El Cuchillo - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You have a run in with Ramos from Stockton that has some unforseen consquences.

Stockton! Series Part Two: Always - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Bishop keeps an eye on you until Nestor arrives.

Stockton! Series Part Three: In the Dark - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You awake in the night to find intruders in your home.

Stockton! Series Part Four: Sierra - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - The feud with Ramos runs deeper than you know.

Stockton! Series Part Five: Maternal - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You're reminded of the importance of family in the aftermath of the home invasion.

Stockton! Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez & Bishop Losa) - The events with Stockton lead Marcus and Bishop to discuss a change of rules for the club.

Fireworks: Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza finds out the reason Ben doesn't like fireworks. (Holiday Bingo: New Years)

Traditions: Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes a little crazy when it comes to Valeria's first Christmas. (Holiday Bingo: Decorations)

Special Delivery: Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as expected. (Holiday Bingo: Winter Cabin)

Gingerbread: Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop helps out in the midst of a crisis. (Holiday Bingo: Baking)

Heaven In Hiding: Mike Duarte x Reader - You discover Mike hiding out in the copier room during the office party. (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Party)

Home Alone: Priest!Joe x Reader - You surprise Father Jose on Christmas Day. (Holiday Bingo: Spending Christmas Alone)

Past Mistakes Part Twenty Two: Perfect - Mike Duarte x Reader - Joe gets a postcard and a very special invitation. (Final Part)

Syria!Series Part Four: The Bullet, The Bottle or This... - Beau Simpson x Reader - Beau faces up to his current reality.

This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice decides to take his New Year's resolution seriously. (Holiday Bingo: Resolutions)

Candy Cane - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader - Chibs get distracted whilst helping you wrap. (Holiday Bingo: Flannel PJs)

Underneath It All (NSFW) - Riz x Reader x OC - Riz and you give comfort to a friend in their time of need.

#terry bruno #michael riz ariza #mike duarte #joe velasco #bishop losa #sam abrams #nestor oceteva #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #beau simpson #angel reyes #taza romero

[samwinchesterslostshoe]

-Denouement-

“Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet never meet on the ground below?”

-David Kenyon Webster-

David Webster x Female OC

Word count: 4,7K

Notes: In the book: “Parachute Infantry” by David Webster. He tells the story of what happened after we saw him get shot in episode 5, Crossroads. How he had to walk several miles across muddy fields to find safety in a farmhouse, where he was later picked up by two soldiers from F company and brought to an aid station. The first chapter of this fic loosely ties into that. Making some small changes to fit the plot better and tie in the main character Marie.

This story is based on the tv shot Band of Brothers, and the fictional portrayal of the actors playing the characters in the show.

Part 1

The Island – Holland.

October 5th, 1944.

Kenyon.

With the shock, confusion and the rush of adrenaline slowly wearing off, Webster could feel the hurt in his leg growing. His before almost numb calf was now throbbing with pain. The blood on his pant leg, having mixed with the mud of the ditch made it hard to tell just how bad his wound was.

Blankly staring at the field that lay ahead of him, he found himself faced with two choices. Stay in the ditch, safe between the side of the small dike leading up to the road, protected from possible enemy artillery, - but no medics would pick him up here. Or make a run for it across the open field, - where it would be just a matter of time before he would be spotted and shot down., -Dying in a muddy field in the middle of Holland, surrounded by nothing but barbed wire fences and the remains of heavy artillery fire. But Death didn’t bother him, at least not anymore. What he wanted more than anything in the world was to get out of here. To eat something other than K rations and to sleep in a real bed again.

To some it might have even seemed selfish. - not caring anymore about what happened to the men in the trench next to you, who not even an our ago you were fighting alongside with. Both trying everything you had in you just to make it through another mission. But if he wanted to stay alive, ever see home again, then wasting time thinking about the others might cost it his. So a decision was made.

Limping across the open field. - clutching the Kraut poncho he had come across, a piece of fabric that almost cost him his life. By God if he got back home empty handed, he could never forgive himself.

Panting heavily, he stopped for just a second in the middle of the mucky field to inspect the silhouette of a large farmhouse. Under different circumstances, the barn would have been lovely, picturesque even, - with its white picket fences, stained glass windows and painted shutters. The kind you would see on postcards and bring back with you to the States, so when people asked him, “So what was Holland like?” He could show them that picture. But now the once lively home lay cold and barren. No animals grazed outside, some of the colorful windows had shattered and the shutters were now nailed shut.

To him it was nothing more than a temporary haven. Slowly stumbling up along the dirt path leading up to the house, he was met by a middle-aged Dutch farmer. The men bore a stern look on his face. Just for a second, looking the man straight in the eye, he was afraid the man might shoot him. He must have seen his allied uniform because soon, the man was next to his side, putting his arm over his shoulder and slowly carrying him into the house.

Marie.

The house was stuffy and held air filled with fear and anxiety, making it difficult to think straight. For almost a month now people had come in and out of the house seeking help and shelter. Some she knew. Some she didn’t. Not that it mattered much anymore since it was best to not get attached to these people.

Ever since the Allied forces had jumped into Eindhoven, and the battle over Island had started four days ago. There was nothing she could do anymore. Being stuck between the Lower Rhine on the north, and the Waal on the south. All contact with her both her friends and her connections at the Dutch underground resistance had been lost. Leaving her completely powerless and in the dark. There was no feeling worse than knowing the people you love and care about so deeply are being unjustly taken, tortured, and murdered for the simple act of existing. Nothing more but a name you just so happened to be born into. And all those who choose to help right the wrong were met with a similar faith.

All these thoughts however quickly disappeared when the loud bangs of German artillery fire exploded close by the house. They couldn’t have been more than a few kilometers away since the old stained-glass windows dangerously rattled in their frames and dust fell from the ceiling. Still, she tried to ignore them as best she could. Explosions had been going of regularly for the past few days. She was sure it was nothing. It was strange how quickly one can become accustomed to these things. Explosions now being as common as a barking dog or Sunday’s church bells.

Awakened out of her thoughts by another string of loud thuds. The explosions seemed to slowly creep in on the farmhouse. Trying to shrug it off became harder and harder when the smaller children in the house began to yell out and run to their mothers for comfort. Her dad now bore a concerned look on his face and softly muttered something she couldn’t quite make out when another loud Bang got the whole house shaking. “Naar de kelder!” screamed her father as he urged her younger siblings, along with everyone else in the house to get into the basement. ‘Just to be safe..” he muttered.

Helping her father get smaller children and elderly get down the stairs into the danky basement first. Marie caught a glimpse of something through the window out of the corner of her eye. Just for a split second she could have sworn she saw someone walking towards the house. But just as soon he had appeared he was now gone again. Alerting her father about the possible danger seemed like the best thing to do. Except the place where he stood just a second before, the top of the stairs leading to the basement was now completely empty. “Pap?!” Marie screamed into the basement. No answer. Panic seared through her body quickly making place for concern when suddenly hushed voices and clattering could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Kenyon.

The farmer took him inside, taking in the sight of the wonderfully big, old timey kitchen. Cutlery, plates, and pans filled with food still on the table. “Enough to feed the whole platoon,” he thought. A wave of resentment washed over him. What have these people done to deserve to eat fresh, cheese and bread? While he, alongside with the rest of the men in his company must fight on nothing more than canned meats and powdered lemonade while fighting for their freedom? While deep in thought, he had failed to notice the slowly growing audience that had begun to form alongside him in the kitchen.

Most noticeably, the eyes of the young woman, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen entrance. The way she looked at him made him feel uneasy. Her pale skin and hollow cheeks showed signs of malnourishment. A wave of guilt washed over him for having resented these people just seconds before. Beneath her furrowed eyebrows lay tired green eyes that felt like they pierced right through him. He couldn’t quite make out if the look she was giving him was one of concern or one of pure hatred. Despite all these things Something about her seemed to captivate him. Feeling very unpresentable in her presence. He must have made quite the sight. His uniform was covered in a mixture of blood and caked up mud and dung. The fabric tattered and ripped, exposing the filthy skin beneath.

The elderly men who had helped him inside, who he assumed was her father, helped him into an old kitchen chair, shoving a glass of water into his hands. Giving him the opportunity to take a better look at the other people in the room with him. Some children who looked at him with big eyes, clutching to the skirts of their mothers. Young boys excited and curious as to who this filthy stranger was sitting in front of them was, and elderly couples trying to show their compassion as best they could.

He didn’t know any Dutch and the little German he had picked up didn’t prove very useful. Luckily, and to his surprise, the Dutch seemed to be very well spoken in English and communication went easy. He tried explaining to the father that he was an American paratrooper and needed help. The man nodded and spoke something in Dutch to a little boy. Who nodded, and before shooting just a quick glance at him, ran out the door. With having the important information out of the way, his attention could now be focused back to the girl. She stood with her back turned to him, ushering all the other people out of the kitchen along with her father, who scattered back into the other parts of the house with disappointed looks on their faces. Turning to him and closing the kitchen door behind her now left just the two of them in the room. The air grew thick and tense. Making his heart beat at two times a pace.

Or maybe it was just him. Maybe he had lost to much blood on the way over here causing to have irradicle thoughts. Her back was now turned to him yet again as she filled up some bowls with fresh water at the small kitchen sink. Hastily looking through various cabinets and drawers.

“What’s your name?” her voice was soft. It didn’t seem to carry any hate or annoyance, making him feel a bit more at ease. “Webster, David.”

“David...,” she repeated quietly, before giving him the chance to ask for her name she responded.

“Marie.”

“It’s Marie. Short for Marieke, but please just call me Marie.”

Marie. the name suited her well.

Marie.

David. Kneeling in front of him to put down the bowl of clean water and some torn bed sheet linen, gave her an opportunity to take a closer look at the man’s face. Icy blue eyes stood out against his unshaven and dirty skin. Despite being obviously worn out and exhausted, he looked at her with a nervous eyes that made her wonder if she might have come off as too harsh. A thing that these days seemed to happen more and more frequently. With a loud rip she tore off the fabric off his blood soak pant leg, making him shift uncomfortably in his chair. “It’s alright, I am a nurse,” she reassured him, “I’m just going to have a look at your leg.” “Okay?”

“A nurse?” When she looked up at him a slight grin had appeared on his face, making it hard not to smile a little too. “Well, a nurse in training at least.”

“Oh great, he huffed. Making her want to hit herself for saying such a stupid thing and wanting to hit him for giving her such a stupid response. Ungrateful bastard, she thought.

Having almost read her mind, he responded, “Well, I would much rather have a nurse in training then those boys back at base who stick three needles of morphine in you and call it a day,” he said while smiling.

Letting out a deep breath and focusing her attention back down at his leg, she could feel his eyes prying at her, following her every move, making it hard to stay focused and take in a proper diagnosis. The bullet had torn clean through his calf, missing the main artery thus making the bleeding non-fatal, but still being bad enough to buy the man a ticket home.

“You’re in luck,” she said looking back up at him. “It’s nothing more than a flesh wound but still bad enough to get you back to your family.”

“You call this lucky?” He grinned.

Christ, she thought. Here we have another G.I Joe who is so full of himself, thinking he is above everyone else. In her eyes, Americans were all the same; obnoxious, rude, and loud.

Even though she knew he was just joking, trying to get on her nerves a little, his sarcastic tone and manner of speaking made her stomach turn into a tight knot, making her pace quicken while still trying to clean the ripped and torn flesh to the best of her abilities.

“All Done,” she said, quickly tying of some makeshift bandages around his leg. Standing up to have a closer look at his face.

Reading people had always been one of her strong suits. Knowing what people’s true intentions were just by the way they looked at her. Knowing when someone was stressed or nervous by the way they fidgeted with objects around them. It was what made Marie one of the best nurses in her class. But with him it was different. She couldn’t make out what he was thinking, and that frustrated her. His mouth so vulgar and sarcastic, but bearing a profound sadness in his eyes. Or was it admiration?

Before she even knew it the words were out of her mouth. “Christ you look horrible.”

For a split second her heart stopped, and her face turned to stone, afraid of having offended the soldier. Did she really say that out loud? But before she even had the time to think of an apology a laugh appeared on David’s face. Suddenly all the sadness and exhaustion seemed to disappear from his body.

“I’m sure I do,” he said still laughing.

“I really didn’t mean to offend you. I just meant to say I am sure you have been through a lot,” Marie responded in a breathy voice.

“I know.”

“Good.”

An awkward silence fell between them and she found herself frantically looking around for something to focus her attention to other than David’s eyes. Finally settling on getting some more clean water and a towel.

“The other people in the house, are they all family of yours?” He asked her.

“Some of them, most of them are neighbors, some family friends. Most of their homes were taken by the Germans, the rest destroyed. I returned home as soon as I heard word that the allied forces were moving into town.”

Kenyon.

Conversation was never his strong suit, around Marie the air felt dense, and the words seemed to choke in his throat. On a happy note, however, focusing his attention on her had made him completely forget about the gaping hole that had once been his calf. Clumsily getting up from the chair to lean on the sturdy wooden table in the middle of the kitchen, he took off his helmet, raking his hands through his muddy curls. His stomach growled at the sight of what had been the family’s dinner still standing on the table. Hopefully she didn’t hear it.

“Hungry?” she asked him.

Crap. She did.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a bit first.” Suddenly she was standing in front of him, a wet washcloth in hand. “May I?” she asked him.

He nodded in approval. She brought the cloth up to his face and very gently began at wiping away the build up sweat, mud and blood he wasn’t even sure was his own caked on his skin. The warm water tuning out all his thoughts. This must be what heaven was like, right? Closing his eyes wishing he could stay like this forever. When he opened his eyes again, he was met by a green pair staring right back into his. A blush must have appeared on his face because the corners of her mouth had moved upward, repressing a smile. He tried to find something else to turn his attention to, away from those praying eyes of her. Settling on her dirty blond hair that before he arrived, must have been pinned up into a neat hairdo. But now hang loosely around her face.

The silence seemed to grow louder with every passing minute. Not being able to bear it anymore and wanting, craving to hear the sound of her voice again, he asked her, “Why did you become a nurse?”

Her face formed into a tense frown, and he wished he had just kept his trap shut.

“It’s allright if you don’t want to tell me,” he quickly spoke.

“No, I do,” she responded.

“It’s probably for the same reason you joined the army. The airborne is made up of volunteers, right?”

He nodded.

“How can you stand back and do nothing knowing the people you love are slowly being taken away from you. Being a nurse just seemed like the right thing to do”

He looked her straight into her eyes: “I know the feeling”

Her small hands still cupping his cheeks. No words where said. No word needed to be said.

He knew the feeling all too well.

He held her gaze, his heart racing again. Taking the time to take in the features of her face. She seemed too wonderful to be in such a filthy place, surrounded by constant death and despair. It was after all just a matter of time before she too would die.

She drew in a sharp breath, “Let’s get you something to eat,” she said in a shaky voice, abruptly breaking eye contact. She immediately went to work, grabbing some ingredients left over the family’s dinner. Whatever she was cooking up it smelled delicious. Never in his life did he remember being this starved. She could serve him moldy bread and stale cheese and he would put both his hands around her face and kiss her.

While he quietly sat and admired her work, he quickly swallowed eight sulfathiazole pills to prevent his wound from getting infected. When it would be his time to go, it would be something worth dying for. Certainly not an infection.

She brought out two big plates stacked with something resembling pancakes topped with strawberry jam.

“Pannekoeken!” she said exility, “have as much as you like.” She smiled, putting down two giant plates, along with warm milk and cups of hot coffee. Not knowing when the next time would be he would get to eat again, he made sure to finish every crump. It didn’t take long until the two plates where completely empty.

“Thank you,” he said with a mouthful of food. “I mean it”

“No need to thank me, it’s the least I am able to do. After all I am just doing my job, being a nurse and all. Remember?”

While he finished drinking up the last few drops of the bitter coffee, several small children dressed in worn overalls wearing small wooden clogs had come into the room. While remaining at a safe distance from him, they started whispering to each other about something he couldn’t make out. “They’re asking what happened to you,” Marie turned her head towards him while pointing at the children. “It’s quite alright if you don’t want to answer. I can send them away if you want?”

“It’s quite the gruesome story, I’m not sure if it is appropriate for children,” he huffed.

“They can handle it,” she said to him. “Unfortunately, they have already seen and heard much worse I am afraid.”

He told her all about the battle on the island. The German platoon they had taken out and how some of their men had been wounded by their own air support. The long and tiresome way to safety. The piece of cloth he had risked dying for and the enemy artillery he had encountered on his way. All while she translated his words to Dutch to tell the children. Their looks of fear slowly changed into those of awe.

Just before Marie was about to send the children out of the kitchen back into the living room again, he remembered the German poncho stuffed in his OD’s.

“Wait, just a moment,” he mumbled while rumbling his hands through his pockets, looking for the piece of cloth.

“Here, I want to give them something if that’s okay?” A confused look appeared on Marie’s face. “As long as it’s not a weapon,” she said sarcastically while furrowing her eyebrows.

“Ah, found it!” he pulled the poncho out of his jacked and cut the fabric in two using his trench knife. The children’s eyes widened, and a wide smile appeared on Marie’s face. It was the first time he had had seen her smile since he had come in. A real smile.

The children took the pieces of poncho excitedly, thanking him eagerly and ran out of the kitchen to show their parents their newfound treasure.

She looked at him with that smile of hers still lingering on her lips. Just as she opened her mouth to thank him, two men burst into the kitchen with a loud crash making her jump and run to wall behind him for protection.

Marie.

Her heart raced as she stood pressed firmly against the wall behind her. David seemed to show no signs of fear or anger. She took a better look at the two men now coming up to them. Upon closer inspection she saw the American flag sewn onto their jackets and a red cross armband around their arms causing her to let out a deep breath and unclench her fists.

“Oh Christ, Webster, it’s you” one of the soldiers sighed. “The little boy told us a Limey soldier was dying up here.”

David laughed, “all for nothing, isn’t it? Well, give me a hand. I suppose I have to get out of here.”

A tight pang sprung into her chest. Even though she knew not to get emotionally attached to her patients. She was afraid she might have grown attached to the soldier.

Just like that he would be gone. He wouldn’t even remember her name five minutes from now, and by the time he would be back home or on the boat to England, he would have forgotten about her all together.

“I will be right outside, give me just a minute,” David said while turning to look at her.

So he hadn’t forgotten completely after all. One of the soldiers winked at David and took the other one by the sleeve of their jacket, pulling him outside to leave just her and David alone in the kitchen again.

She managed to pull herself loose from the wall and slowly inch towards him.

Despite the many things she still wanted to ask him, tell him, her mind seemed to go completely blank, and no words came out.

“Well, I guess I will be going then. Thank you, for everything. I mean it,” he said sincerely. “And please thank your father for me as well.”

He turned around walking slowly towards the door. Was this really how their story would end? with a lousy thankyou and goodbye.

No. She couldn’t let it end like this. Too many friends were lost whose last words to her were those of lousy goodbyes. Or worse, no goodbyes at all.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins and all concept or rationality and formality seemed to disappear. She walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder tightly, making him turn around to face her. She cupped his face with both hands and pressed a firm kiss on his lips. Her heart seemed to beat out of her chest, and she could have sworn she could hear his heartbeat just as loud.

He pulled his lips from off hers and looked her deep in the eyes. For a second, she thought she may have offended him. Christ what even was she thinking? He may have a loving girlfriend waiting at home, a wife even. David leaned into the crook of her neck. “If it takes getting shot for me to get to kiss you, it has been worth everything,” he muttered.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her close. This kiss was different, hungry, desperate.

“Webster! Outside now! No time to lose,” one of the medics yelled, breaking their kiss.

“Best to make this quick,” he said, pressing a hasty kiss onto her forehead.

“Saying goodbye will never be easy, will it?” She whispered.

“I have to go.” He sounded cold. The adrenaline had worn off and the sharp pain in her chest had returned.

“I know. Go.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Kenyon.

What is war without sacrifice, he thought as he sat on the back of the medic’s bike, cycling to a nearby aid station further and further away from the farmhouse, until it was completely out of sight at last. How cruel to find love only for it to be ripped away from you the second you get too close. ‘If I survive this war,’ he thought, ‘I will come back here, to this little farm in the middle of Holland. I will find you, love you, marry you. I will never have to put on a uniform for the rest of my life and you will never have to stain your fingers with blood ever again.

Thank you so so much @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading, fixing my many, many grammatical errors, and encouraging me to keep writing:))

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#band of brothers #hbo war #david webster #david kenyon webster #band of brothers fic

[spideronthesun]

OC questionnaire

Thank you @addomfarm for tag!

I have chosen Robertas from the Tales of Oak and Lightning for this one. I don't get to talk about him a lot, and he deserves a lot of love. He's one of my warm-hearted characters, and I always love enjoy writing any scene with him in it.

My questions are:

1. What tempts you?

2. What environment would you/do you tend to thrive in?

3. What is your most closely-held belief?

Answers will be under the read more.

What tempts you?

"I like to see the positive light in everything. I feel like lots of people choose to see mostly negativity everywhere, and sometimes, you've got to be the one who lights up the torch in people's hearts. I always wanted to heal people since I was a kid. I enjoyed making a warm compress and placing it on my mom's head whenever she complained of a headache, and playing pretend doctor with her.

But I always wanted to know the deeper meaning of life. I feel like there's so much more to it than what I have seen so far. Occasionally, I hear a voice in my head cautioning me to avoid the woods before they consume me entirely. Yet, I can't have enough of them."

What environment would you/do you tend to thrive in?

"I thrive the most in the places where I am around the people I love the most. I pour love into everything I do, and my brothers say I’m guided by my heart, not my head. But it is true. If I were unable to feel love, I probably would have trouble getting up from the bed.

Before we had to move again, I liked working in the hospital and being able to take care of my patients. I loved spending hours talking to the elderly people, and listening to the stories from their youth. It was always a delight to bring home the postcards that the kids would draw of me, making me look all funny and quirky."

What is your most closely-held belief?

"Family is everything."

Your questions:

What's the first time you rebelled in your life against the society and its expectations?

2. What is something you miss the most from your childhood?

3. What's your biggest regret in life so far?

Tagging: @elsiewrites @mundanemoongirl @darkangel319 @illarian-rambling @amaiguri @melpomene-grey

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Sweet Disposition - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: big city girl OC x small town boy, strawberry farmer Bucky, lost love, friends to lovers, soft smut, 18+

word count: 10.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1368315076-sweet-disposition-daisy

Masterlist

From the moment Daisy stepped foot off the plane, the air felt different. Cleaner, fresher — the effects of nature easing its way into her lungs with each breath, and it was like her body sagged in relief after five years of New York air. 

Stepping out of the small arrivals hall, she awkwardly dragged her suitcases behind her. They were heavy, filled with anything and everything she could fit from the small studio apartment she had to give up. 

She loved that apartment. 

She loved her job too, but when the PR company went under, it took her right with it — straight to rock bottom. 

Daisy sighed, swept her hair behind her ear as she looked for directions to the nearest car rental place, and she was about to set off lugging her bags again when someone called her name. 

“Little Daisy-May back from the big city, huh?” 

Daisy whirled around, a deep frown on her face, to see Steve — Stevie, her brain helpfully supplied — jogging towards her. All broad shouldered, blonde haired, six-foot-two of him in tattered jeans and a dirty white t-shirt.

“Your mom sent me,” he reasoned, palms up in defense, “she said she’d text you to let you know.”

“She probably did,” Daisy replied, “reception has never been great out here though, has it?” 

Steve just shrugged as he reached his hand out for a suitcase, and Daisy noticed the grease and muck under his nails, a stark contrast to her perfect manicure. 

“You’re still at the auto shop?” 

“Yep. Your pops just made me manager actually,” Steve replied with a proud grin. “Come on, truck’s this way.”

Daisy stared at him as his lips curled in a genuine, reassuring smile and for some reason it was really hard to believe that scrawny, asthmatic Steve was now standing in front of her; one big hand wrapped on the handle of her suitcase, and one thumb pointed behind him to what she was sure was still his father’s scrap of a truck.

Somewhere along the way, she forgot how the most unusual things held a certain emotional meaning.

“Manager, huh?” Daisy managed to croak out, plastering a smirk on her face to sell the best impression of what she was supposed to look like. 

Steve’s smile faltered for a second as he turned to lead the way.

"Yeah. Wasn't that much of a change, as I already did the office stuff for your pops anyway." They were walking outside of the building and towards the parking slots until Daisy's eyes met the rusty silver truck she had expected. Of course, he didn't buy a new one. 

"Still the same truck, huh?" Her lips curled into a tiny smile while she looked at him. Steve smiled back at her, before rounding the truck to place her suitcases on the back seats.

"Everything ages like fine wine. You just need to know how to take care of it." he winked at her.

"Down cowboy," Daisy gave him a tight, forced laugh. 

Preparing to come home had been a nightmare, mostly because it had been the last place in the world she had wanted to end up. She had watched her mother grow stagnant here, her mother that would surely die here and Daisy swore she'd never let that happen to her.  Postcards from home made small town life look pleasant and sweet, relaxing even but it was anything but for her. Small town life was suffocating, like a piece of twine wrapped around her throat until her lips turned blue. 

"Daisy," Steve leaned against the open passenger door, the wind pushing his hair around his face. "Your mom didn't say much about why you're home but you're gonna be okay." He smiled at her, instilling that hope he held on to so fiercely into her.

The drive into town was just as she remembered. Fields and more fields, a cow and a horse here and there, and then suddenly old country homes and faded storefronts. Everything was lived in and loved, used and passed down and nurtured to last because that’s what the people here did. 

“Nothing’s changed,” Daisy murmured as the truck bumped over the dirt track that led to her family home. 

“Some things have,” Steve replied with a soft smile, and Daisy didn’t have time to ask what that meant before Steve was killing the engine and the front door of the house was swung open to reveal her mother.

Smile wide, white apron firmly wrapped around her waist, Katie waved her hands in the air to catch their attention from the front porch.

“Oh, God…” Daisy chuckled, shaking her head slightly, and some of the tension holding her heart hostage eased its grip. 

“My sweet, sweet baby!” Her mother squealed just as both of them climbed out of the truck, power-walking toward them. “And Stevie!”

“Hello, Mrs. Moore,” Steve grinned brightly, glancing at Daisy. “Look who I found at the—“

But just as he tried to make his bad dad joke, Katie tackled Daisy into one of the biggest hugs she’d received in a long time. And the tension, for a brief moment, was completely gone.

Daisy melted into the hug, her fingers dug slightly into her mother's supple back as she hugged her even tighter. Not an inch of space left between them and if any was left would just be filled by all of the love emanating from her. 

Catherine Moore always gave the best hugs. 

When she was little they were capable of fixing any problem Daisy might be met with, but she wasn't that little girl anymore and her hug wouldn't bring back the life she lost in the city. She felt guilty, still longing to be back there, in her own space while in the warm embrace of her loving mother who always longed for her to come visit, to let go of a bit of work and spend some time back home. 

Daisy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, holding on to her mom a bit tighter. "Hi mama," she whispered.

"Hi, my sweet girl," says Katie while holding her daughter tightly. “We’ve missed you so much. I feel like it’s been forever since you last visited!”

Daisy smiled at her mom, knowing where this conversation was going, “It has not been so long, mother. I visited that one Christmas.” Her mom always finds an opportunity to scold her about not visiting them enough.

“That was four years ago, Daisy!”

Blushing, Daisy pulled back from the hug. "Sorry... Things were always so busy and... I always tried to call at least."

Her arms still on Daisy's arms, her Mom softened, smiling patiently up at her before patting her gently. 

"I know darling, but that won't be a problem now that you're home, right?"

Daisy held back the grimace, not wanting to admit that she didn't really want to be back in her hometown long term, "Sure, Mama."

Katie glanced at Steve, "You're coming to her welcome home dinner tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, Mrs. Moore! Wouldn't miss your homemade strawberry cake!"

Steve backed away toward his truck leaving Daisy to fend for herself with her overbearing mother. “Come on inside now, we have too much catching up to do and not enough time.”

Daisy chewed on her lip, “you know what mama I think I’m going to go for a run, clear my head. I feel so cramped up from the plane.” Her mother eyed her suspiciously, knowing that Daisy wasn’t ready to enter the mausoleum that had become her childhood. “Tell you what,” she unhooked the truck keys from the door inside and chucked them at Daisy. “Run to the farmers market for your mama, I forgot some things for dinner.” 

“The one in town?” Daisy asked, looping the key ring around her finger. “I didn’t see it when we passed through?”

“Oh, no. The one in town changed days last year — we had a vote, so it’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays now, which Aggie down at the greengrocers hates but the silly goose didn’t make it down to town hall quick—“

“Mom,” Daisy chuckled, “you can catch me up on the gossip later. Where am I going?”

“Sorry, sorry! Head over to Greenwood,” Katie replied as Daisy nodded and made her way towards their family truck, “and take your time, make sure you check out all the stalls!”

“I will!” She said above her shoulder, relishing the square smile her mother flashed her before leaning against the threshold to look at her go. 

“Greenwood, Greenwood…” Daisy murmured as she settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine, sighing deeply at the sputtering noise she received in response. 

The ride was filled with silence as she drove almost all the way on autopilot, glancing at the landscape that seemed preserved in amber— every barn, every field, and even the clouds.

By the time she pulled over in the parking lot and climbed out of the truck, Daisy had to wipe away from her face a deep scowl, knowing perfectly well that a farmers’ market meant seeing familiar faces, lots of whom she probably had yet to meet since she ran away years before. 

With a deep breath, she walked under the wooden arch on which grew undisturbed vines, impossibly green and vibrant. Daisy let her eyes wander around the stands to find the first item on her mother's list: Chicken wings.

Remembering all the Sunday afternoons her and her father had been watching football and eating chicken wings on the couch in front of the television while being screamed at by her mother to be careful to not ruin the leather. A smile crawled on her face, while she was looking for the right stand to get some chicken.

Three stands further down the aisle she could see a big sign with "Sam's Red Wings" and a familiar face standing behind the large fridges.

Sam Wilson and Daisy had been on the same local High School, sharing a lot of classes with Steve and their mutual friend Bucky. 

After leaving them behind to move to the city, she hadn't been able to hold contact with any of them.

 "Got some new chicks, Wilson?" she screamed in his direction. Sam's eyes widened when he saw his former friend, opening the arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Daisy Moore. Welcome home. Missed the clean air and friendly people?"

"There are plenty of friendly people in New York, too. Mama needs some chicken wings for dinner tomorrow and I see you took over your father's chicken farm. Although I renamed it."

"Yes, I decided to go for a different breed than dad. These are New Hampshire Reds. They are easier to keep than the ones my dad had." Sam pulled his phone off his pants and proudly showed her some pictures of the chicken on his farm. 

"They are really... red," Daisy commented, obviously not sharing Sam's enthusiasm for chicken. 

"Yeah. Makes it easier to find them, when the little assholes decide to break out of the coop again and run through town."

“Definitely won’t have any trouble finding them!” She chuckled, taking the package of wings he held out for her.

He waved away the money she offered, giving her a broad grin.

“They’re n the house Dais, call it a welcome home gift.”

“Well thank you Sam, I appreciate that. Let’s catch up soon, OK?”

“Sure thing Dais, you know where to find me.”

With a final grin at her old friend and a heart that felt a little lighter than before Daisy made her way around the market, checking off bread from Hill’s Baked Goods, and cheese that she got from Coulson’s Dairy.

Reading the final item on the list she raised her head and scanned the stalls. Strawberries. Where would she find strawberries?

There it was, in a little corner hidden almost from view. Well, if you could call it a strawberry stall, that is. It was so… bland. She could have passed alongside it and wouldn’t even notice that it was there. The stall had no colors, it was just a plain and boring wooden stall with the fresh fruit on top with a small sign that said ‘strawberries.’ It wasn’t inviting and she wondered if this was something that she could help the person in charge with. 

Daisy approaches the stall, ready to pick up the fruit when she notices who is behind it, “Bucky?”

Hearing a voice he thought he would never hear again, Bucky's eyes widened. "Daisy?" He blinked, then blinked again, afraid that she would vanish from sight like she did all those years ago. "You... you're home?"

Daisy's heart thudded wildly in her chest as she drank him in, golden strands of sun kissed brown hair floated around his face highlighting his painfully blue eyes. He was wearing a dark riding shirt that was unbuttoned around the collar and a pair of jeans that looked more than worked in. He rubbed his hands on his pants and stood up straight, really getting a good look at her. 

"Hey Buck," she whispered with a nod.

“Hey,” He said, jutting his jaw to the side and leaning forward to rest his palms flat on the wooden stand. “What brings you back to town?”

“Uh, I—” She stuttered, fighting against both a blush and his intense stare, glancing around the stand to find a way to sidetrack the conversation. “I just got here and my mother already sent me for errands.”

He nodded, taking in the way she kept fidgeting with the strap of her bag, relishing in how she was nibbling into her lower lip. Daisy had never been good at hiding her emotions, at least not from him.

“Hm. That’s classic Katie,” Bucky somewhat grumbled, bringing back to life memories on memories of his interaction with her mother. He vaguely gestured around himself, “How can I help you?” 

Daisy’s eyes snapped on his, a single idea now taking over the entirety of her colorful mind. How long had it been since her creativity sparked like that?

“I was looking for strawberries. Do you happen to know where I can find some?”

“Ya know, I’m sure I saw some around here somewhere…” he muttered, rubbing his chin and staring around.

It took a moment but Daisy finally caught the slight wobble of his chin as he tried not to laugh and she burst into chuckles herself.

“How you been, Buck?” She asked with guarded affection.

“Not as good as you it seems,” he replied, casting his eyes over her.

Her smile faltered a little at that. Although her life was good for some time, it wasn't like that now, was it? At that moment, she didn’t like the thought of him thinking that she had failed to hold onto that dream that was her life. The dream that made her ran away from home and, ultimately, him. 

Daisy pushed those thoughts aside, “Like what you see, Buck?” She knew she was teasing him, but she couldn’t help it. “Now, how about some strawberries?”

Bucky swallowed thickly. He turned and lifted a couple of containers full of strawberries before putting them down in front of her. "These are the freshest that I have. Picked them just this morning." 

He stares at her like he wonders what has brought her back here all of a sudden. Daisy had been so set on life in the city and getting out of here. Bucky ran one hand through his hair absently, making it stand up in odd directions.

Daisy picked one from the container, pressing it to her lips and tasting a bite. Even in heartbreak and disappointment she had always loved his obsession with her lips and seeing how his eyes grew made her heart flutter quickly. 

"They're really good, Buck," Daisy smiled, looking at the bundles.

"They were always your favorite." She swore he said but when she looked back over at him he was digging through a box, avoiding eye contact.

Daisy watched him for a moment, eyes trailing over his broad back as he turned away. She remembered how he would look, head buried under the hood of a car in her dad’s garage, tinkering and humming and dancing towards her with teasing hands, covered in grease. 

She wondered what made him buy a strawberry farm when her dad was talking about him taking over Moore Motor Repair one day. 

Clearly she wondered out loud, because Bucky was turning back, a shy smile on his face. 

“I like being out in the sun, nurturing the crops — it’s a different kind of satisfaction when the produce is good. I grew these, Dais!” He laughed, featuring to the punnets on the table. “And um, I might get an endless amount of your mom’s strawberry cake in exchange for the fruit that isn’t quite saleable.”

“Oh, so you’re in it for the cake?” Daisy chuckled softly, “figures.”

"I've always loved dessert." He winked at her, before quickly turning around to sort some of his strawberries into a new container. 

"Must be satisfying," Daisy mumbled. Her thumb and index finger were rolling another strawberry around while getting rid of the leaved that were still on top of it. With a smooth movement the fruit landed in her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Bucky still hadn't turned towards her, his hands occupied with sorting the unperfect berries out of different boxes and into larger container with a shild "Not perfect, but still delicious. Try me!"sticking to it.

"Seeing the crops grow and knowing that they only do that because you took care of them." 

Daisy's lips were stained dark red from the juicy strawberries and she saw Bucky turning around, she painfully slowly licked the juice off her lips.

His blue eyes followed every movement of her tongue patiently.

“What can I do for you Daisy-May?” He asked, her childhood name was a song from his lips.

“Mama needs a punnet of your best, Buck,” she replied, her cheeks flushing as red as the berries spread before her.

“Can’t believe she’s gone through a whole three punnets in two days but still…what Katie wants, Katie gets.”

He picked up a wooden carton and surveyed the array of fruit before him. Picking one or two from each pile, eyeing them critically, he placed those that passed inspection into his carton.

“Only the best for Mama Moore,” he hummed, throwing a flirty wink at Daisy that made something thump in her chest.

Daisy picked up the carton with the strawberries, “Thanks, Buck. Well, this is the last item on mama's list. I guess I better get going. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

"Oh, I'm sure we'll cross paths," he says winking at her, "it's not like you can hide too much here, being a small town and all."

She laughed softly as she tucked the carton under her arm. "I'm sure we will too. You be good, okay?"

Daisy looked around her, taking in all the laughing families and smiling vendors, noticing that Bucky’s stall was tucked away and completely unseen by anyone. She turned back to him to find him still staring at her.

“Can I help you Daisy?” He smirked at her. 

“You stall is lame,” she quipped and watched him rub the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably. “I mean like, it’s not as busy and it should be.” She tried to recover.

Nice save, Daisy-May,” Bucky replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and Daisy cringed. 

“Sorry, it’s just— look, how long have you had the farm for?” 

“Three years,” Bucky replied, “and you should have seen it before, I’ve honestly turned it around.” 

“Uh huh.” Daisy wasn’t convinced but Bucky seemed to bristle, straightening up in the way he’d always done when things hit a nerve.

“Daisy. I have the stall, and I sell to local supermarkets. I do okay.“ 

“But you could do better,” Daisy urged, “this is what I do, Buck, let me help!” 

Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If you're going to suggest social media to me, I'm not really into all of that stuff. I never have been, and you know that."

Daisy sighed and shook her head. "You are so damn stubborn, Barnes."

"I get the last name treatment now?" he laughed.

"You should always get it," Daisy rolled her eyes. "Let me help."

"Im not a pet project," his tone dropped. "You can't come home for a day and-"

"Blah, blah, blah. This isn't for me, it's for you. It's for the strawberries."

“Daisy, I’m not doing this right now. You’re driving away customers,” Bucky hissed, and the cute, frowny, little crease between his eyebrows appeared. 

“What customers, Buck? I’ve been standing here for ten minutes and nobody else has come over. Everyone loves strawberries, Bucky. But why should they buy yours? You gotta draw them in!” 

Bucky scowled, arms crossed over his chest. 

“You left, Daisy, you left town and I’m not— I can’t just welcome you back with open arms and let you solve all my problems. We’re not eighteen anymore.” 

Daisy took a startled step back and narrowed her eyes at him.  "No," she said firmly. "We're not." She sighed. "When you're willing to get help, you know where to find me." Daisy sat a few bills on the counter before she turned and started her trek back to her truck. People never change.

Later that night Daisy was curled into the hammock on her mama's porch, tucked in tight with a blanket and checking her emails when her phone rang. 

"Hi Bucky," she cooed into her phone, hiding the shake of her fingers and the tremble of her nervous voice. "What can I do for you?" 

"Come to the farm tomorrow," he gruffed, "and Daisy?"

"Yes Bucky?" She smiled. 

"For the love of god, don't wear heels, borrow a pair of your momma's boots." He warned.

“This is cute,” Daisy beamed as she hopped out of the truck the next morning, wellies hitting the mud and squelching thanks to the overnight rain. 

“Thank you?” Bucky replied, pulling a face as he looked down at his shirt, “although cute wasn’t really what I was going for when I dressed this morning.” 

“And to think your sense of humor is what attracted me to you in the first place, whatever was I thinking?” 

Bucky grinned, big and lopsided, his nose scrunching in the way that always gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling in her belly. 

“Daisy, Daisy… are you gonna help me, or keep insulting me on my own damn farm?” 

“Give me a tour then, farmer boy.” 

Bucky slung his arm around her shoulders and led her toward the field of berries, and Daisy couldn’t help but revel in the warmth and weight of him beside her, just like old times.

She threw her arm across his back, a smirk tugging at her lips when she felt the way his muscles tensed under her touch. 

Daisy took in a selfish breath of his scent, closing her eyes softly as the mix of amber and oud of his perfume flooded her senses. A faint sweet smell from the strawberries accompanying it but all of the thoughts swirling in her mind replaced it with the smell of leather and grease that was usually mixed in with his perfume when they’d lay together on the porch swing. 

A small tug from towards him broke her away from her trance and when she looked back, Bucky’s eyes were looking back. 

“Where’d you go there, Blossom? You okay?” 

Her heart clenched at her old pet name and she shook her head, smiling back at him, “Great yeah, so whatcha got going here Barnes?” 

He narrowed his eyes just a touch but she saw how he quickly let it go, almost like he didn’t want to dig up their past. 

“Let’s go check out the beds, yeah?” 

“Mmm not sure if we’re there yet Buck,” she teased raising a brow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but a small smile ghosted his lips he never could help but enjoy her witty banter when they were younger. "The strawberry beds, gutter hound."

"It's your fault," she countered. "You made me this way."

For a moment Bucky fell silent, his blue eyes sucking her in like they had so many years ago. Then he cleared his throat, "Right. So."

Daisy waited patiently while he hesitated then started again after looking away. "Maybe I do need your help after all," he admitted. "I don't know anything about social media," he huffed, "And maybe it would help."

“Start with something small,” Daisy said. “What do you want the farm to stand for?” 

She palmed a plant in her hand, gently caressing the strawberry as she waited for his answer. 

“Family,” his eyebrows knitted together. 

“So where are they?” Daisy asked looking around. “The families? You should be holding days where people can come and pick themselves. Or events for the kids during summer vacation.” 

He stared at her in awe, “what?” She laughed, shrugging him off. 

“You found yourself out there,” he swallowed tightly, “didn’t you?” 

“I thrived,” she gave him a soft, heartbreaking smile. “Doesn’t matter though. It wasn’t enough.”  

“You were always enough for me Daisy May,” he said so matter of factly. “In fact most days you were too much.”

A pang rang through her chest as Daisy’s heart clenched. 

“Well that’s not true,” she breathed, “you always knew how to handle me Buck, I was never too much…even when I was.” 

They held each other’s gazes and Daisy saw that soft boyish twinkle in his eyes come back for just a touch as he smiled down bashfully.

Daisy couldn't help but to smile at him, feeling that tightness in her chest like she did all those years ago, before she left. She cleared her throat and turned to walk down the row, in between the strawberry beds once more. "Anyway... um... family days are a good idea, let people pick their own berries. You could set something up for events too."

"Who would want to come here for an event?" he asked. 

"A lot of people. Tourists, people on vacation. Or even as a date or family day, like you'd mentioned. Do you can the strawberries here too? Or just sell the fruit straight?" she asked curiously.

“Do you not talk to your mama at all Daisy May?” Bucky laughed running a hand through his hair. 

“I avoid it when I can it’s usually laced with guilt trips over my lack of visits and phone calls,” Daisy groaned. 

“She cans it all, I sell it at the market on the weekend.” Bucky nodded, his gaze falling to ground as he turned to lead them further into the farm. “You know the guilt trips would be alleviated if you called more.” 

“Now you sound like her,” Daisy groaned kicking a clump of dirt. 

As the day went on Bucky had Daisy on her knees, fingers turning the soil and digging the weeds. She oddly enjoyed the heat beating down on them, the sweat licked at her shoulder blades and dripped down her neck between her breasts. 

“Two fingers,” Bucky whispered over her shoulder, guiding her hand beneath the weed and plucking it up. “That’s my girl,” he laughed as the weed popped out. 

“I didn’t miss the heat but I feels good to just be here,” she admitted as he rolled back on his heels and chucked the clump of weeds into the wheelbarrow behind them. 

“You’re gonna need a bath,” he grinned at her. “Maybe two, before your mama lets you back in the house.” His eyes flickered to the wheelbarrow. “Get in,” he nodded to it with his head. “Like old times.” 

Bucky used to sit her in that big rusty bucket behind his house and roll her down the hill to the creek. Daisy could still hear his laughter echoing as she squealed and giggled holding on for dear life.

Daisy rolled her eyes before she pushed herself up from her heels and let herself fall into the stack of weeds in the load. Giggling when she heard Bucky’s feigned groan at her weight shifting the wheelbarrow. She settled her hands at the edges of the tray and looked back pointedly at Bucky, “This isn’t a race Barnes, I’m watching you.” 

Bucky smiled brightly making the butterflies that had settled in her stomach flutter all over. 

“Hmm I don’t about that Blossom,” he mused looking up towards the barn house at the far end of the field. “I think I can get us over there pretty quick, wanna time me?” 

“James Barnes I’m serious!” Her last words came out as a squeal as Bucky lifted the wheelbarrow and bolted down the green like their life depended on it. 

Daisy’s laughs and screams fell in perfect harmony with Bucky’s laugh as they got lost to the nature that surrounded them. And before she even noticed they were coming to a stop a in front of the quaint barn house’s red door. With nothing but their pants ti be heard as Bucky settled the wheelbarrow down and held his hand out to help her out.

“Are you trying to kill me Buck, I just got here,” she voiced with a playful shove. 

“I would never my sweet Daisy-May, but I sure missed that laugh.”

She shook her head at him as she dusted herself off. As Bucky walked in front of the wheelbarrow, she pushed him again, making him fall into it. 

Seeing his shocked face mad Daisy double over in laughter. It was the first time she’d been able to get one over on him. “Finally!”

Bucky stared up at her wide eyed, the corner of his mouth turned upwards. "Only took ya about ten years." 

"Better late than never." She grinned, taking a breath to slow her panting. Even with the sun starting to dip in the sky it was still sweltering. She wiped her brow as she held out her other hand for him to take. "C'mon blue eyes, let's get this mud off of us." 

Without hesitation he slipped his hand into hers. She planted her boots into the ground holding herself as he went to climb out of the wheel barrow. Daisy squealed as her feet slid in the mud and they both fell back into the barrow. Her body pressed against his as he let out a grunt when she landed on him. Her cheeks flamed as she picked up her head, her hands gripping his biceps feeling the developed muscle he didn't have all those years ago and his hands gripping her waist. 

His gaze found hers, an unreadable look on his face until he bursted out laughing. "Still as clumsy as I remember." He breathed in between laughs.

“I only ever tripped over you if I remember correctly!” She pushed off his chest, heart pounding and fingers tingling as she helped him to his feet. 

Daisy should have known better but she couldn’t help the groan that fell from her lips when Bucky wrenched on the hose and cold water sputtered out. 

“Come ‘er,” he smiled rolling the hose over his boots and then his hands. 

“That’s freezing Buck,” Daisy hissed as the water hit her skin. 

Bucky scoffed, “woman I have seen you jump in the creek a week into November quit your whinging.” 

“Please Buck let me use the house,” she continued with a pout that she wagered would have him caving to her request. 

“We do things my way Daisy-May. There are blankets in the barn, I’ll warm you up after.”

Daisy closed the distance between them leaving just enough space between them so that their bodies were barely touching. She pressed her hand to the half-open box plates of his shirt and held them tightly in her fists. 

“Well damn, I leave for 5 years and all of a sudden your Mr. We do things my way Daisy-May.” 

Bucky’s cheeks flushed and her lips upturned playfully in response. 

“Do you wanna get washed up or no?” He laughed, raspily and low. His tongue jutting out over his bottom lip. making her insides turn every which way as her heart pounded against her ribcage. 

“Yes,” she whined, “just be quick but also I don’t wanna freeze okay, will rip this off if it’s too cold, Buck.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time Moore,” he winked, “I got plenty of more shirts don’t worry and I already told ya’ I’d warm you up.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him and tightened her hold on his shirt, “I’m a man of my word, Blossom. I gotcha.” 

Daisy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and nodded back in response, slowly. Closing her eyes tight as the cold water hit her bare arms once more. She relished in the feel of his fingers skating carefully along her arms brushing away the dirt and sweat that had collected along them.

Once he had made sure her arms were clean, goosebumps trailed up her skin as he stepped back from her, holding the hose in his hand. That same boyish grin spread across his face as she raised a brow. "James Buchanan Barnes, don't even think about it." 

Bucky tilted his head back and laughed again, "I won't darlin'," he crouched in front of her, his blue eyes blazing in the sunlight as he peered up through his lashes to catch her gaze, "your reaction was priceless though." 

She shook her head but couldn't help the smile that formed across her cheeks. He began spraying off her boots, his freehand wrapping around her ankle. She swore she felt his thumb trace a small circle before saying "Hold on," and eyeing her until her hands rested on his shoulders. Daisy sucked in a breath unable to help her fingers digging into his shoulder muscles while he gently lifted her foot, making sure the mud and grass was completely gone from one before moving to her other foot.

The water was ice cold, but she wouldn't lie. It did give a bit of a reprieve from the awful heat of the day. She looked down, between her arms as James ran the hose along her calves, then her knees, making her squeak. "That's freezing Bucky!"

“I think I got it all,” he laughed at her protests, his fingers tailing up her calves to the back of her knees.

“I swear you do this to torture me,” she made to push him off but her fingers made contact with the soft waves of his hair. Her breath hitching in her chest as he looked up at her and every adolescent memory came flooding back. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, his fingers flexing around her thigh as he rose to his feet. 

“I ain’t looking at you like nothing James Barnes, grow up.” Daisy scoffed turned away from him trying to hide her feelings. 

“That’s the problem isn’t it? We grew up,” he grabbed her wrist. “You’re freezing,” he sighed like it wasn’t his fault she was so cold. 

“You promised me blankets,” she said pulling from his grip because she couldn’t stand the way he was staring at her.

Daisy wrapped her arms around herself in search for warmth as she shifted her eyes away from him. 

Away from the longing sea of blue that filled her with regret and want for the soft sweet boy that loved her for exactly who she was. The same blue that begged her not to break things off, that begged her to try things out and go the distance but she couldn't stand it. She wasn't strong enough to hold onto him no matter how much she wanted to, it broke her and she broke him. She never really forgave herself for that, which is one of the reasons she never wanted to come back. Now she didn't really have a choice and here he was, still hurt, still with questions left unanswered but right beside regardless. 

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, his hand reaching for hers once more. Daisy's eyes drifted from his outstretched hand to his eyes and she reached out her own, her fingers falling right into place between his like pieces of a puzzle. 

"Let's go get you warmed up, pretty girl."

He tugged her gently inside the barn, leading her to the ladder up to the hayloft. "Up you go." Bucky dropped her hand only for a moment to let her climb the ladder. 

Daisy smiled, taking one rung at a time as she made her way up. When she reached the top she peeked down at him, staring back up with her. "Were you staring at my--" 

"Nope!" Bucky cut her off, finally removing his gaze from her as he continued up behind her. "I definitely was not staring at your..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as Daisy laughed. 

"Breathe Barnes," She crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk, trying to make the playfulness in her voice obvious. "Where are those blankets you promised me?" 

Bucky left out a sigh of relief and moved around her, grabbing an old green plaid blanket from on top of a haystack. He shook out the folded blanket before holding out to her. "Your blanket ma'am." The lopsided smile returned to his cheeks and she smiled reaching for the blanket. Once she had it wrapped around her, he jutted his chin towards the square opening on one side of the barn. "You wanna know what I love about the farm the most?" 

Daisy nodded as she followed him to the edge of the opening, sitting down next to him as he got comfortable on the wooden floor. 

"Even on rough days, I can come up here and just watch the stars." He glanced up at the sky like he was remembering a silent memory. "They never change. They're always there and no matter how far away you are from someone, they'll always be the same." 

She glanced up to the sky. Sunset had taken over and a warm orange hue had cascaded over the fields of strawberries that grew below them. It was beautiful and quiet for miles. No wonder he loved it up here so much. But something in his words made her think that he wasn't just talking about the stars.

Daisy took the chance to look over at Bucky and watched as he focused on the setting sun and the slowly emerging stars. She remembered looking up at the sky at night back in the city, especially when she’d first moved. She remembered being so mad that she couldn’t see the stars. The city wouldn’t allow it. 

“Bucky… is there something you want to tell me?”

“Every day since you’ve been gone the only thing I’ve reminded myself was that you shouldn’t have left Daisy, I shouldn’t have let you.” Bucky licked his lip. “But then I saw you and I realized it was never about leaving or being left. It was about loving you even if that meant letting you go and god Daisy when you left you were just a cocoon of what you should have been but you came home a damn butterfly.” 

Daisy didn’t know what to say but the tears pricked at her eyes and her chest tightened. 

“Bucky,” she sighed, unsure how to even respond.

She shifted in her spot, turning to face him completely, with tear-riddled eyes and took in a deep breath to settle her racing heart. 

"I- I never wanted to leave you... I just, I needed to find myself." A tear rolled down her cheek and she let her face fall only to feel the soft brush of Bucky's thumb collecting it before lifting her chin tenderly. 

"All of that potential was just that if I stayed here. And I-, asking you to come with me no matter how much I wanted to in that moment would've been to ask you to be someone who you truly weren't. I didn't want you to lose yourself while I found Daisy. And I didn't wanna lose my Bucky."

“It was the worst day of my life when I watched you drive out of town with your car piled full of your stuff.”  Bucky shook his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip. “Steve had to stop me from chasing after you.”

“I nearly turned straight back,” Daisy admitted, reaching up her hand to lay against his where it rested on her face.

“You never lost me Dais. I’m right here. I always have been.”

Daisy tried to hold back her tears, but the tears she refused to spill raced down her cheeks at his words. She felt Bucky’s finger gently sliding over her cheek drying her tears away. That small gesture cracked her heart open. He was always so gentle with her, always taking care of her. 

“Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry,” he mumbled, “You know it breaks my heart to see you cry.” Bucky leans a little, touching her forehead with his. 

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “But I want you to know that I never meant for this to happen, for us to hurt like this. But I knew that if I didn’t do what I had to do I would’ve been unhappy, and I couldn’t live with the thought of making you part of an unhappy memory. You were my heart then, and you are my heart now. You’ve always been.”

"You've always been my heart too, Daisy." Bucky scooted closer to her as he continued to gently wipe away her tears. "I may have hated watching you go... but seeing you the other day, seeing the person you've become. I know it was a good thing for you, to go and follow your dream." “Dreams die,” Daisy shrugged, “the world is cruel and I was afraid to come home because it felt like failing but I think it was exactly what I needed.” 

“I don’t want your dreams to die blossom,” Bucky pushed his head against hers. “Maybe there’s a way we can bring them back to life, together.” 

She sighed, there was that relentless hope that seemed to be drilled into everyone in this town. But for the first time in a long time she could feel the warmth of it spreading across her chest. Blossoming again like a field of wildflowers basking in the country sun. 

“Together?” She whispered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Dais,” Bucky murmured, eyes shining with mirth as he pulled back a little, “but I own a strawberry farm. And I know — I know — you never wanted a little life like this, heck, I don’t think any of us grew up wanting this really, but I know I want a life with you. We could make this work, Blossom.” 

“What are you saying, Bucky?” 

“I’m saying, I want to own a strawberry farm with you. If you want to? Your skills could be very valuable to Barnes Berry Farm.” 

Daisy peered up at Bucky, her lips parted as her eyes flitted across his face. From his eyes, creased at the edges and so, so blue, to his lips, glistening pink and bitten. And suddenly she couldn’t hold back any longer, with her fingers buried into his hair, Daisy tugged Bucky closer.

Her lips found his and Bucky moaned contentedly, the sound she'd missed so sending a shot of electricity through her nerves. She took his bottom lip between hers and they both melted into the kiss like they'd never once stopped kissing each other.

Bucky's hand slid down to her neck while he settled his free one at her lower back pulling her toward his lap. Daisy smiled into the kiss and pulled back slightly tugging on his lip playfully with her teeth. She settled into his lap and brushed her thumbs softly along his cheeks, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes, then?" he teased with a laugh.

Daisy smiled. She had missed the sound of his laugh. For five years she didn't think she'd be able to hear it again. Too busy to come home and too scared to call and see how he was. But now? She never wanted to go another day without hearing it. Without seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corner and how his nose scrunches when he really laughs. She leaned into him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "A definite yes." 

That same smile she loved so much returned to his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck. He stared into her eyes for a moment before his smile faltered for just a moment, "Are you sure?" He asked so softly that it almost came out pained, "because if you aren't... if you're plannin' on leavin' again," Bucky paused, his gaze dropping from hers, "I don't know if I could take you disappearin' on me again." 

Daisy combed her fingers through his hair, shaking her head. "I came back because my firm failed," she whispered softly. It was hard to admit that everything she thought she loved had crumbled before her, "I'll admit I didn't want to come back home. I was scared and I felt like a failure on my own but seeing you, seeing everything that you've accomplished." Daisy sucked in a breath, "I'm not the only one who found myself in the past five years Buck. I missed out on watching you grow with your strawberries, I don't want to miss another day."

“You don’t have to, Blossom. You’re home, here, with me, and I’m gonna make sure you feel that every single minute.”

“I do feel it Buck,” she murmured, bringing their faces close together once more and ghosted her lips across his.

With a soft moan he pulled her closer, his hand tightening on the back of her neck as he closed the distance between their lips.

She giggled against his mouth, feeling his strong arms grip onto her tightly. Daisy's laugh quickly turned into a moan as the blanket around her shoulders fell to the wood floor of the loft. She gripped onto his hair and the back of his shirt as she opened her mouth to him, memories flooding her mind at the mere taste of him. 

When she pulled away slightly, Bucky whined, making her laugh. "I just want to tell you something."

"What is that?" he asked, his eyes back on her lips again. 

"The entire time I was gone... I never once stopped loving you." "Say it again," Bucky groaned as his hands became needy against her body. They trickled down her back and found the gap in her clothes, digging into the skin as his teeth grazed her bottom lip. 

"I love you Buck," she breathed heavily, "I never stopped."

Bucky flashed her a dopey smile, nose scrunching before his lips found hers again in the kind of kiss that was so long overdue that it felt like she was truly coming home. Bucky licked into her mouth, groaning as she tangled her tongue with his. 

“Fuck, we were always so great at this,” Daisy whispered into the kiss, “and your kisses still taste the same, I missed you so much.” 

Bucky chuckled, pressing a series of soft, sweet kisses across her face before finding her mouth again.

“C’mere, my sweet girl,” he murmured, breathless, and then they were falling backwards, Bucky’s back hitting the blankets that had pooled around them as Daisy practically melted against his firm chest.

Daisy pressed her lips to his as her hands drifted to his chest, making quick work of his shirt buttons as their tongues danced together. 

“I thought you were gonna rip it off,” Bucky teasingly mumbled against her lips, she giggled and pulled back just enough to slide the sleeves down so he could pull his arms out. 

“Oh we’ll have plenty of opportunities to rip ‘em up hot shot.” She winked and rolled her hips atop him pulling back slightly as a deep moan slipped from his lips. 

Her hands slipped under his still damp white muscle shirt. Fingers tracing his taut muscles before she dragged her nails softly up his chest, a satisfied smile gracing her kiss-licked lips as he rolled his hips into hers, fingers digging softly into her waist. 

“Can I take this off, Buck?” 

Bucky nodded slowly looking back at her through hooded eyes. 

“I need to hear you say it, handsome.” She hummed, stopping her soft touches along his chest she knew he loved so much. 

“Angel please, quit teasin’ me” he whined.

Daisy laughed softly, "That wasn't a yes," she countered, dipping her head and pressing her lips to his collarbone, kissing the bits of his exposed chest she could reach. She felt his grip on her hips tighten as he squirmed under her. "All I need is a yes honey," she rasped. 

Bucky chuckled tightly, groaning as she rolled her hips against him. "Jesus Daisy, Yes." 

She lifted her head with a triumphant smile continuing her soft touches as she moved to pull on the hem of his undershirt. Bucky sat up carefully, wrapping one arm around her back until they were steady enough he could help her pull it over his head. Her eyes roamed down his chest, taking in the hard plains of muscle that now adorned his body. "You really did grow up." She smirked.

“Dais…” he whispered hoarsely, his face flushing as he smiled shyly at her.

“What? I’m just making a very honest observation,” she said but the innocent tone of her voice didn’t match the salacious look in her eye.

Trailing her fingers down his chest she dipped her head and followed them with her tongue, punctuating her journey with little nips and soft kisses before making her way back up to capture his lips once more.

Pulling apart to catch their breaths she whispered, “It’s been so long since I had you inside of me… since I tasted you.” Daisy kissed his neck and down his chest, hearing Bucky’s breaths turn shallow. 

She brought her hand down south, and gently ran her fingers over his navel following the dust of hair that hides underneath his waistband. “Would you like me to take them off?”

“God, Blossom,” Bucky mumbles, “You’re killing me here.”

Daisy continued to run her fingers across his waistband, “Bucky, yes, or no?”

“Yes,” he panted, “Take them off.”

Daisy flipped his pants open, bringing the zipper down she reached inside grabbing his hardening cock, “Finally. Mama’s gotta eat, right?”

Bucky stared up at her with wild eyes. "Are you going to swallow it all, baby?" he asked, a wry smile on his face. "You used to love it..."

Daisy quirked an unimpressed eyebrow and palmed at Bucky’s cock with a mischievous smile. 

“Baby, you know talking to me like that gets you nowhere. You really wanna put your patience to the test right now? After five years apart?” 

Bucky whined, gasping out a soft ‘c’mon Dais, please,’ as Daisy danced a fingertip over the ticklish skin of Bucky’s hips, kissed the sharp lines of muscle, and felt him shiver beneath her. 

“Please, Daisy. I’ve missed your lovin’ so much, Blossom. Been goin’ stir crazy without you. Fuck,” Bucky babbled, and then he groaned as Daisy tugged down his jeans and exposed his cock to the cool air of the barn.

She ghosted her lips along his strong muscular thigh, slowly planting a trail of wet kisses just until she reached his hip. She jutted her tongue out and licked a stripe along his hip bone, peering up at him through thick lashes as her hands found purchase against his chest once more. Heat pooling at her core as she felt him tense beneath her, ragged breaths egging her on in her quest.

Daisy smiled and moved her lips just above his aching cock, twitching against his stomach as she blew a cool breath, paying no attention to it as she pressed her lips to his other thigh. Her name slipped from Bucky’s lips like a prayer pleading for her to take him. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Buck” she mused against his skin.

It was as if his whole body shuddered with her words, "Daisy," he drawled out, slowly in rough groan, "please." 

She smirked against his skin, her fingers dancing along his pelvis just out of reach of his length. "I forgot how pretty you sound when you beg for me Buck." Daisy smirked when he groaned again. 

"You're driving me crazy Angel," He rasped, lifting his head to look down at her. The blue was completely eclipsed by the lust in his eyes but she could still make out a small ring of the sky blue she loved. His fingers tangled in her hair, "don't forget I remember how pretty you sound when you beg too darlin'." 

Daisy grinned, the heat in her core seemingly burning at this point and a rush of arousal shot through her as she wrapped her fingers around him, "I missed this," she whispered not giving him a chance to respond as she pumped him a few times slowly before swirling her tongue around his tip.

She licks the glistening bead of precum that gathered at the tip while she continued to pump him one, two times before stopping. 

“Daisy,” he growled, “stop with the teasing. Either finish me off or come here, so that I can show you how much I want to slip this cock inside that wet pussy of yours.”

Daisy bit her lip before she pressed her lips to the head of his cock. "Is that a promise?" 

Bucky sat up and grasped her by the arms before quickly flipping them over. He pinned her hands over her head and smiled at her devilishly. "It's a guarantee."

Bucky dipped his head to mouth at Daisy’s jaw with hot, wet drags of his tongue, and she moaned at the delicious scratch of his stubble over the sensitive skin.

“Wanna see you,” Bucky murmured, voice gruff and muffled as he kissed further down her body, tugging at the soft material of her top. “All of you.”

She was so hot; her top couldn’t come off fast enough. She needed him touching her everywhere. 

Her top fell to the floor, her bra followed. Bucky’s eyes scanning every inch of her breasts. She barely heard him whisper ‘gods, you’re beautiful’ when she felt his mouth closing in on one of her nipples. 

“Oh… Bucky.” Her eyes rolled back, savoring the moment. It didn’t take long before he was giving the same attention to the other one. 

“You like that, Angel?”

"Yes!" she moaned, her back arching. She ran both hands through his thick hair, trying to keep him in place, but only moaned again as he trailed his tongue down the valley of her breasts and to her navel.

"I need you, sweet angel. I need you so much, it hurts," Bucky panted. He unclasped her shorts and smiled as she lifted her hips to help him remove them and add them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. He met her eyes and smiled as he lowered his head and grasped her panties with his teeth before pulling on them, removing them with her assistance.

A part of her felt bad for teasing him because watching him tear her clothes off was proving to be too much for her coupled with his lips tracing lines back up her legs and his fingers gripping her thighs, Daisy was ready to fall into him again. "Bucky please," She whined, lifting her hips as he brushed his nose over the inside of her thigh. 

"Who's impatient now?" He grinned. 

Daisy groaned earning her a laugh from him as he pushed himself up, hovering over her. Bucky dipped his head and pressed a needy kiss to her lips as he settled between her thighs. She felt one of his hands skate down her body until the pad of his index finger found her clit and began rubbing slow circles. "Not so fun when you're the one being teased is it?" 

She let out a breath, "It's still fun," she smirked, "this was my plan the whole time." 

He raised a brow, lining himself up with her as he continued to stroke her, "Really now?" Bucky asked pushing into her just enough to cause her to gasp. A satisfied smirk fell over his features as he dipped his head to kiss her again, "I've missed that too." 

Daisy groaned, "I need more," She whined softly, her hands roamed down his back until she had a handful of his ass and did her best to pull him to her. "Please," She whispered.

Bucky chuckled as he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, swirling his tongue around hers as he slowly lowered his hips a tiny amount, making Daisy whine. As he pulled away, he panted. "I'm holding myself back sweetheart... if I let go, I'm afraid... I don't want to hurt you."

She lifted her hips to meet him, "You wont," she breathed. "Please." 

Bucky groaned as he shifted his hips sliding further into her making them both moan in pleasure. "I fucking missed you Angel," he breathed as he slowly moved his hips. 

"I missed you," she moaned.

Bucky dropped to rest on his elbows as he bottomed out for a moment, making both of them moan in pleasure. “Fuck." He rested his head on her chest as he panted, then slowly began to move. "You feel so good, angel."

It didn't take long for his hips to start moving at a faster pace. Both of them lost in each other. Daisy tangled her fingers into his hair with one hand, finding purchase on any part of him she could with her other. He nipped and kissed at her skin. She let out a moan as he hit that spot in her, growing her closer to the edge. "Bucky," she moaned.

"I know," he moaned, pumping his hips, making the wood floor creak slightly. "I'm right there with you..."

She had missed this. Having him in her arms and his weight on her. Bucky knew her body like the back of his hand and every kiss he placed on her skin, every where his hands roamed felt like they had been thrown back five years. It was a reminder of everything she had missed out on. Most importantly his love. She pulled him down to her, kissing him as every nerve ending in her body began to spark with the way he was handling her. 

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed his forehead to her own. "Don't leave me again," Bucky whispered desperately as his hips picked up pace. 

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," She replied through breathy moans. He was everything she was missing in the city. She loved her mama and her dad, but Bucky… he felt like home to her and being in his arms was exactly where she needed to be. 

"I can feel you blossom," he groaned, "it's okay," he urged, kissing her, "let go for me." 

Daisy whimpered against his lips as his hand slipped between them and he rubbed fast circles over the throbbing sensitive nub. She gasped again, followed by a string of praises as she fell over the edge into her orgasm.

“That’s it,” he moaned, feeling her clamp down around him as he continued to circle her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm. His own thrusts turned erratic and fast as he grunted. “Fuck ye-s,” he moaned, filling her up. 

As Bucky stilled he removed his hand from her body and propped himself up to lick his fingers clean. Meanwhile Daisy stared up at him. He was her everything and the spot that always felt empty back in the city. Bucky made her feel whole again. 

“James…”

Bucky settled himself over her body again, pushing back the hair stuck to her forehead, "Daisy," he said softly as she stared up at him, "Move in with me." He blurted the words and his eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open slightly as he closed his eyes for a moment. "That's not how I wanted to ask that." 

He slid out of her, rolling onto his back next to her. "You just got home," He said to the roof of the barn, his eyes avoiding hers. Daisy rolled onto her side, a soft smile forming over her lips as she propped herself up onto her elbow watching him work through whatever was going on in his mind. "I want you here," he finally said after a moment, "with me." Bucky rolled his head to the side to look at her, "I meant when I said I wanted the farm to stand for Family and I can't imagine bringing that to life with anyone but you." 

Daisy watched him for a moment, "You want to have a family with me?" 

"Angel, you already are my family." He smiled softly, "I just want to bring my family home." 

She grinned, ignoring the burning sensation behind her eyes as she leaned over to kiss him again. "Yes." She whispered against his lips. 

His smile grew wide as he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her on top of him. "Really?" 

She laughed as he ran his hands down her side, tickling her softly and nodded, "Yes Bucky, Really." 

"Your mama is gonna be pissed if she finds out you're moving here and you just got home." He said smiling as if he really wasn't that worried. 

Daisy laughed, "We'll just bribe her with strawberries." She leaned into him again when he laughed, kissing him like it was the first time again.

Bucky laughed as he placed kiss after kiss on her face and anywhere else he could reach. “Speaking of your mom… don’t you have a welcome home dinner you should be at?” He asked. “I believe we’re going to be a bit late.”

“Shit!” Daisy bolted up and began reaching for her clothes while Bucky laughed. 

He let her rush for a moment before slowing her down. “Easy angel, it’s okay. I told your mom things might run over when we were on the way out to the fields. She didn’t mind at all.”

Daisy sighed. “You’re lucky I love you, Barnes.”

Bucky smiled brightly. “I love you too, my Daisy May.”

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[fuokir]

hi, so i had a question regarding your ocs

is noctua cowell ominis and aena's daughter?

Hi~~! I'm very glad you asked! 💕

Since my drawing speed has really slowed down, I'm still eager to share and give more content about Noctua. I will take this opportunity and try to briefly go over its history.

I am very confused about the dates, it is more difficult with them due to the fact that different sources give different years to the ongoing events of Hogwarts Legacy. Therefore, do not pay attention if you find strangeness in them.

If you want the short answer - no, Noctua is the granddaughter of Ominis and Aena.

If you are ready to dive into the rabbit hole, then you are here:

Noctua was born into an unhappy and rather short marriage. Her Father Eleazar met his first wife in Bogaria, where she was from. The marriage broke up very quickly and Noctua was left in the arms of Eleazar and Aena.

Before entering Hogwarts, she had no friends at all, and it is probably not surprising that she and Tom Riddle were literally attracted to each other. They were glued to each other. They found in each other what they could not get from others. They understood each other and first of all platonically. When Tom was carried away by the teachings of Salazar Slytherin, they began to quarrel and, no matter how they were repelled by their own opposing opinions, they began to communicate again from time to time.

After Hogwarts, Noctua takes a job in the Spell Breakers department and settles down at Gringotts. Eleazar, who at that time had already worked as an Auror for most of his life, finds out that his daughter continues to communicate with Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, it does not matter. Eleazar expels Noctua from the family, deprives her of her inheritance, burns her out of the family tree, erases any signs of her existence from the family home.

Noctua decides to agree to a business trip and goes to Romania, where he stays for 3 years (and still sends postcards to Tom in response to his letters). Her professional life is much more successful, and yet longing for England gnaws at her. She decides to return to her homeland and stays in London. At this time, Tom tries to establish communication with her, get closer, persuade her to his side in order to keep Noctua under his wing.

Noctua lives for another 1.5 years in England, she almost broke under the persuasion of the Dark Lord to join him, but the case decided everything. Noctua dies at work as a result of his boss's mistake.

Her father, Eleazar, marries again, but he will no longer have blood children. Just an adopted stepson who would take the Cowell name and inherit whatever was left of the man. On the boy, the purity of the family ended.

If you have read to the end, then you are my hero 💀💀💀 I hope this is not too chaotic, I hastily rewrote the original text, since it was irretrievably destroyed …

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy oc #aena cowell #noctua cowell #eleazar cowell #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle

[frayed-symphony]

Since Twitter might not be a thing for much longer I wanted to move the trivia threads for my picture books to tumblr.

OC lore dump and sketches for my first self-published picture book Hurricane Lane under the cut;

The number one thing I'm worried about is people thinking my book is related to the hurricane of the same name. I wrote this in 2010-2011 which predates it and the title is meant to convey Amelia's life in her suburban town and how she views it more dramatically then it is.

The name was also inspired by this beautiful song by The Hush Sound which I was listening to a lot whilst concepting and really influenced aesthetics (more subdued colour, the inclusion of the piano being an important story point etc).

I started getting interested in children's illustration when I saw the Penguin Design Competition advertised at my uni in 2010. I didn't make the cut but figured I'd go ahead and finish my book anyway because at that point I was invested in my story and wanted to complete it.

The contest called for an ebook with interactive pages so I made Hurricane Lane have seven special pages of  'wonders' Amelia finds throughout her story. Unfortunately with flash player gone the interactions don't play but they're still found online here;

I based Amelia's design on a Mii I had made which was supposed to represent a human Pikachu. You can see the Mii on the bottom left here. I really liked how it looked and she gradually evolved into what she is today.

Initially the dinosaur suit that her brother has was going to be worn by Amelia but I preferred her without it and thus Bailey was born. The dinosaur itself was based on a purple stegosaurus keyring I had when I was younger and loved even though I had no keys at the time.

Here are some more initial outfit designs for Amelia but in the end I went with the one on the right, inspired by Miku Hatsune's 'Out and About' module from Project Diva.

The family's father Rupert was partly based on my own dad (definitely the dress sense) but in 2010 I was also really obsessed with the BBC show Merlin and may have tried to age up Colin Morgan a bit to make this character.

The mother's design was a little based on my own Mother's and a little the title character of the film Amelié (she evolved beyond this quite early so there's not too striking a resemblence). I was also obsessed with the music in that film which inspired this book a lot.

I kept it vague whether she worked at the hospital or was staying there as a patient because at the time I had an idea for an overarching narrative where the families of Hurricane Lane and 256 Postcards Ago meet. This didn't pan out so feel free to have your own interpretation.

Here's some initial concepts of the logo which I was mostly scribbling during my Uni classes.

One more random tidbit is that I based the background of their journey home from the Toad's Turnpike track in Mario Kart 64. I really loved that game and it holds a lot of childhood memories for me so the nostalgia felt fitting. Maybe that's too weird to mention!

Towards the end I was concepting the protagonists of Hurricane Lane and 256 Postcards Ago meeting in a connecting rpgmaker game but sadly that never came to be. I'll talk about it more in my thread for the next book though!

I also made a little soundtrack for my book here

1) Kiara 2) Cornflake Girl 3) Indaco 4) La Valse D'Amelie 5) 春よ、来い (kites) 6) The Heart Asks Pleasure First 7) Lotus (dragon hunters) 8) Nightbook 9) Reverie 10) Hurricane

I listened to these songs a lot while reading and the final track inspired the title.

And final last tidbit- Hurricane Lane takes place in my childhood hometown. It doesn't have too many standout locations but I took photos for background references and anyone who lives there may recognize the small nods to it.

(Almost forgot links to where you can read my book) Amazon paperback; https://amazon.com/dp/1475009097 eBook; https://frayedsymphony.gumroad.com/l/LuNug

Thanks for reading!

#myart #childrens book #picture book #hurricane lane #indie authors #kid lit #ocs #lore dump #i know no one cares #but i really dont want to lose these threads

[annie-manga]

OC Infodump: Lucinda(a.k.a, Luci)

She’s one of my oldest OCs(chronologically, that is). Dating back to middle school, Luci originally started off as a magical girl from another planet because preteen me got into anime & ended up creating a bunch of OCs inspired by the anime I was into at the time. 

Now her current backstory is that she’s a human/alien child living on Lumozia with her parents, Shanika & Lyonel. She has powers, but isn’t a full on magical girl like before(though that remains to be seen cause her story’s still a WIP). 

Personality wise, it’s an amalgamation of my fave anime characters & how I was as a child. She’s a very caring & imaginative kid, and is curious about the worlds around her, mainly Earth (her mom’s home planet) and Lumozia (Lyonel’s home planet & her current place of residence). 

Some more fun facts about Luci:

She can manipulate light, thanks to her Lumozian heritage. She has some trouble with trying how to use her powers, but Lyonel and other family/community members are there to help guide her as ahe figures it out.

Her name means "light" (I tend to give the most on-the-nose names to my OCs 🤭)

Her signature light color is yellow & her clothing often features that color.

She's bi, and is unsure gender wise, but likes using she/her & being referred to as "girl"(or "young lady" if she's feeling fancy).

Her parents make sure to teach her about both sides of her heritage, human & Lumozian. Her mom sometimes has a hard time talking about certain things from Earth, but she tries to provide Luci with enough info as she can.

She has a cousin on Earth who she tries to keep in contact with since her last visit there; she sends him handmade postcards and other souvenirs that are safe enough to send to a human.

A lot of the music that she listens to are from her mother's old records and whatever else is currently popular on Earth.

Like a lot of OCs I made years ago, Luci got a major design upgrade, as you can see below:  

Before

(2014) 

After(ft. her mother Shanika)

(2021)

This is a commission I got from @daitsaisan​ a few years ago & I still love it!

And that's all I got for Lucinda!!!

#oc: lucinda #oc infodump #anniemanga #annie-manga #property of anniemanga #my ocs

[purgetrooperfox]

Honestly? Probably Bastra. I feel like he's the most well adjusted. But if I wanted the most fun route, Nocte.

[oc dating sim ask game making my brain vibrate again]

this is actually so fair. and I did talk about Nocte some here but yeah he is uhhh not going to commit any real emotional depth. he's fun though!! ideal for playing it fast and loose ahem

Bastra though ! you're right lol he's pretty well adjusted, generally speaking. very committed to the Jedi, which means his spare time is both limited and very important to him. expect

to probably meet on Coruscant, but there are several options for specific spots. he spends a lot of time in the lower levels and the Senate district, and is familiar with most districts around the capital. the Entertainment District might see him from time to time. he's a regular in Coco Town! pick your poison, he'll probably pop up eventually

however it starts, he's going to want to Woo You. to do it differently because he's never had something real before, he he doesn't want to fuck it up

dates will be few and far between at first. he's busy, you're busy, Coruscant is expensive. those dates will count though, he'll take you to his favorite spots and unfailingly introduce you to an owner or manager who he seems to know well

do you know about the aquatic district? because he has a Padawan you see, and she's a nautolan, so he's always down there, right? and at first he wasn't so sure, he's not the strongest swimmer out there, but it's really grown on him. to have beauty like that in the middle of so much industrial development is something special (pack a swimsuit because this is as close as you'll get to a beach episode)

eventually though, the natural solution to seeing each other so infrequently is to just have him over for an evening. he'll show up, I shit you not, with bags of groceries and cook for you in your own kitchen. it will be spicy. it will be delicious. you can pick a movie with decent confidence that he hasn't seen it before and savor being able to tuck into his side to watch him react as much as the plot itself

this breaks an ice. he'll be around significantly more when it can be more casual. for all that it seems like he never brings anything with him, you'll start finding traces of him in your space. a long lost sock in the dryer. a jacket slung across the back of the couch that gets its own place in the closet. miscellaneous rings on counters

traces in your bed, if you're feeling brave. lingering heat in the early morning, a pillowcase that smells like him

he'll bring you back to his place, but you'll probably have to either ask or wait a long while. not because he doesn't want you there, he's just nervous

but go over. the Padawan in question is at his place and she will probably give you a shovel talk, but she's a good kid and she's like. the most important thing to Bastra. you know this. and you get to see the way he softens in his own home. the lopsided angle of his smile when he sees you, dressed down and comfortable, there with him

what can I even say. he's Very overly formal until that threshold of "oh we can be causal together" is crossed, but in a way that's more a show of respect than anything else

once he lets himself, he cares soooooooo much

love languages acts of service and quality time

comfycozy shared silence. parallel activities. calls to check in that are so late that they always wake you up, but you always answer them anyway. spzoom calls when he's offworld, then postcards when he gets back

if you have a cat you get bonus points, sorry I don't make the rules

I know I said no beach episode but he'll take you to a planet with natural beaches eventually

the gloves stay on. smirk emoji

not a route for the faint of heart. it's long and probably drags, but he'll fall hard when the time comes. don't play with his heart

wow this got wordy. oops

#lane and vio probably have their shit more together than him but that's civvie privileges for you #asks answered #leocs #bastra vargdan #CRUCIALLY: you are not a jedi in this lmaoooooo

[4bec]

I did a fake postcard for the home land of my fantasy ocs 👁️

#postcard #oc artist #ocs #original character #illustration #art #drawing #digital art #random

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

Yu-Gi-Oh! OC Week - Day 2: Family

@ygoc-week

Not drawing anything today!

Yuuyu has a complicated familial situation to say the least. Her father was never around much due to him being an extremely busy business tycoon. She mostly stayed home with her mother and her brother, Vanilla. Vanilla has a lot of baggage as well, but I won’t give all the details.

TLDR Yuuyu’s mother suffered a miscarriage, and in her grief, she stole another baby from the maternity ward. She has a lot of resentment towards Vanilla because even though he was a baby when she took him, it like he knows that he isn’t meant to be here. But even then, Vanilla still took care of Yuuyu because even if they weren’t related, she was still his little sister. Her mother didn’t abuse her physically, or anything, but to say the least, Yuuyu’s mother suffering a miscarriage, their father never being around, and the shattered state of the family pretty much emotionally nuked everything.

Her mother didn’t care for her, she didn’t even care when she came out and started transitioning, because the only one she could see was Vanilla. After a fight between Vanilla and her mother, Vanilla picked her up and they ran away. She was young (about 10), but she still remembers it very vividly. She remembers the way Vanilla didn’t stop, the way he got her up and told her to get her stuff, and how wary she felt.

They were taken in by a man named Trip Cera. He was an archaeologist and he knew them from when Vanilla and Yuuyu would go to the park together. He took them in and later adopted them after he learned about the situation. Hes a single dad, and lives alone with his daughter, Hana.

Their parents divorced shortly after the whole adoption thing, and Yuuyu’s father was absolutely crushed about it because he knew he shouldn’t have spent all those nights at the office, all that time away, only coming back for Christmas and barely sending as much as a postcard when he went on business trips. He wishes he was better, but what is there to say? Yuuyu is sure that she doesn’t want to see them again, especially since her life now is far better. Vanilla became a pro duelist, and in the meantime Yuuyu started baking and helping out when Vanilla decided to open up a bakery. She taught him everything she knew about sweets, and everything when her mother refused to care for her. That’s why she was crushed when he died, there’s no one else to teach her what to do, comfort her when she’s sad, tell her that there’s no reason to cry. He was the last immediate family member she had left, and even as she duels, she struggles to get over it. Following his death, Vanilla entrusted literally everything he owned to Yuuyu. His deck, his duel disk, his room, his books, his book of recipes. Even if he’s gone, she just wants to make him proud.

ANGST!!! MMM I LOVE ANGST

#Anthys OC’s #Yuuyu Kudo #yugioh oc week 23

[houseboatisland]

do you have a take on some of the unused c.awdry characters like barry or the austerity engine?

For the Austerity engine: Not yet! Whatever I come up with would essentially be an OC; there’s practically nothing to the “character” besides the class to build upon. I’ll keep working on forming an idea, though. As for Barry, here’s what I have so far.

A china clay twin surveys its potential prey, 1988.

As with all other BR Standards, the then-nameless Barry’s original service life was terribly short. He was one of the youngest ones of the 2MTs, built 1956, after the Modernization Plan was published. Historians have noted a stark contrast in personality between BR Standards built pre and post-1955: The pre-1955 lot felt incredibly cheated by their suddenly acutely finite careers, while the post-1955 lot were much more subdued and at times fatalistic. “We were built to fill a gap. Steam engines have been getting retired young all the time. What are you getting so worked up about? You’re not special.” (But the pre-1955 Standards DID think they were special. They thought they’d be the first generation of many to run on British Railways, and many had foolishly convinced themselves they were modern enough to never be withdrawn. But I’m getting ahead of myself worldbuilding as usual.)

Barry was an extreme case of that post-1955 line of thought: practically from construction he had come to terms with his eventual, inevitable scrapping. And he actually coped very well. He was a very serene and cool-headed engine in service, and many other engines considered his quasi-defeatist manner baffling at best, or at worst, insulting. But Barry’s hardly a talker anyway, so as long as you didn’t engage him, you didn’t have to be reminded of the coming end. So, many didn’t. Barry was virtually friendless among engines, though crews liked him, and he came to only care about that.

Barry goes for scrap. And waits, and waits, and waits. And rusts, horribly. Rust for engines can be painful. A baseball-sized patch may only be like having a pebble in your shoe, but to be covered in it is torture. Barry, who had been expecting to just roll into Barry Scrapyard and get scrapped on the spot like a lethal injection, feels… cheated.

1983. Hatt turns up to buy an engine. Or more exactly, sends an agent to find one for him. Sir Topham Hatt, with his reputation, couldn’t possibly turn up in Barry Scrapyard, or else hundreds of engines would be pleading with him to bring then home. It’d be cruel to them, and heartbreaking for himself. That’s most likely why the NWR has never bought from Woodham Brothers in the first place. But in 1983, where else would you go?

Barry’s purchase is a crapshoot. The agent sent by Hatt wasn’t a guy who thought for himself much, and he just followed the instructions sent with him to the letter: Get a mid-sized tender engine that looks salvageable. And he buys Barry after only sizing up all the important physical parts, (the agent may be gormless but is still a mechanical whiz,) and not saying a word. So, Barry’s discovery that he was bought for restoration rather than scrap metal by this silent man with a clipboard was… well, he couldn’t describe it. It wasn’t offensive or disappointing, (Barry couldn’t WAIT to die,) it was just a curveball.

Crovan’s Gate of course makes short, short work of his restoration. On many preserved railways, what he went through could’ve taken a decade or more. But Barry’s in working condition again inside a year, as if his decades at Woodham Brothers were just a nightmare that felt longer than one night’s sleep. Oh, and the agent named him Barry, again without interfacing with him about it. Fun times.

In service, Barry is painted dark blue with orange stripes, vaguely reminiscent of the SDJR. The Agent’s choice; he saw it on an old postcard and that was enough for him. (I’ll have to give Agent a tag, he’s too hilariously thoughtless not to write again.) I don’t know what Barry’s number would be, but it’s certainly not 12.

So, Barry settles into his new lease on life easily enough. …That’s a lie, he has so much to shove down and wrap his smokebox around. He’s still his serene, work-without-fuss, willful cog in the machine self, but he still favors the company of humans over engines, and is VERY MUCH a crew-pleaser. That said, Edward and Percy are his favorite engines. If anyone can make Barry come out of his shell, and maybe even get a headstart on developing a personality, it’s them.

#ttte #ttte headcanon #ttte barry #ttte bill and ben #ttte worldbuilding #ttte sir topham hatt #tw death #engine mortality #ttte the agent #ttte edward #ttte percy

[browntrait]

hi k. i really wanna have fun w my sims again. i can spend literal hours in CAS but after that…nothing. any advice for developing OCs in game and starting a legacy? starting is always hardest for me, pls help 😭

hi anon bby! this is a great question, although idk if i can offer tht much help bc tbh, i be struggling w this all the time. however, here’s a couple tips tht always help me when i get bored/in a rut and want to play the game again:

1. Using In Game features

Is there an aspiration you’ve never played through? have you played through strangeville or completed the haunted house challenge with paranormal stuff (if you own those packs)? sometimes the easiest way to start for me is trying something in the game that i’ve never done before. a little while ago, i realized i never completely the Komerobi Sight-Seer aspiration, so i made a new sim and started to play through it. it was fun to do new things, and a reminder that theres lowkey so many little features that i be sleepin on. the more packs you have ofc theres more things to try, so keep tht in mind.

2. Using a challenge created by someone in the sims community

9 times out of 10, if i’m in a rut, i will start playing a rags to riches gameplay. it just has a gameplay that is always a litle chaotic, but entertaining and u can really make it turn out in so many different directions. using challenges that other simmers make can help widen ur horizions on different gameplay and can give you generations of challenges/aspirations/sims to explore. some off the top of my head are not so berry 1 or 2, globetrotter, postcard legacy, i’m a lover challenge, 100 baby, alphabet baby challenge.

fun fact: Zenya was originally a sim I made to play eco lifestyle rags to riches, and she’s become my main oc/story main character so, anything can happen!

3. Creating/Finding your perfect save file

i stall on starting gameplay bc i hate the default lots/townies a lot of the time, and thinking about starting over makes me lose motivation. ive taken time to create a couple save files w new lots, townies and sims of mine that make it a fun setting for any kind of gameplay i end up doing. add your fave lots, create your own lore for the neighborhood and the sims who live there, and make sure everything is playable and suits your personal style. if making your own from scratch is tew much work (bc trust me, it is), i also have used ratsave by @ratboysims and lemonade save by @helloavocadooo many times and enjoy them both! also if anyone has reccs for save files pls lmk!

4. Mods

idk if u use mods but i love gameplay mods!! whenever i get a new mod, i play around for a while and test out each feature of it. combining mods together and finding which ones enhance your gameplay is one way to get you engaged in playing again! mod recc list coming soon <33

I hope these tips help you or anyone else! if u need links for things lmk, im not at home rn but i will try to update as i go. if u need any help pls don’t hesitate to reach out!! and if anyone else has some tips they use, pls reply below! a lot of y’all have amazing gameplay and legacies that i admire sm so i’ll also take any advice!

#i will be making a list of all my fave mods soon #i am still in the process of making a resources page #and other useful info #so pls be patient as i get tht together #replies #sims stuff #resources #simblr help #long post