#finleyjayne

RULES:

You don’t need to follow me to participate, though it is appreciated

One (1) prompt per person and one person per prompt (to start)

When you send in a request, please let me know what character or ship you will be writing for. You can change this in the future if you want.

There is no word count requirements or limits, just remember to use the Read More feature. Drabbles, oneshots, series - everything’s fine.

No social media AUs, please.

My only request is that you tag your fics accurately and thoroughly.

Use appropriate warnings!

Smut is welcome but tag it properly!

Reader insterts and OCs are perfectly fine, but, please, no real people fics.

Ships like SamBucky, SamSteve, BuckyNat, SteveNat, SamNat, NatWanda, Stucky, Staron, SamSharon, BuckySharon are all okay, whether they include a reader/oc or not.

You may use the prompt in any way you choose. The only thing I require is for you to use your beautiful brains and try your best.

Songs:

Red Solo Cup: Toby Keith

Orange Trees: MARINA   @nekoannie-chan (undecided)

Orange: CLAY

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road: Elton John @platonictrashh with Steve

Greensleeves: Traditional English Folksong (song ref #2)

Blue Eyes: MIKA

Blue Moon of Kentucky: Hilty & Mueller @jillmariej (undecided)

The Color Purple: The Color Purple the Musical

Purple Rain: Prince @2smittinkittin​

Pink Shoe Laces: Dodie Stevens

Sarah Brown Eyes: Ragtime

Black and White: Niall Horan  @star-spangled-beard-burn with Steve

White Flag: Joseph

White Winter Hymnal: Fleet Foxes

Pocket full of Gold: American Authors

Idioms:

Caught Red Handed @queennuthouse with Lancelot (from Merlin)

Apples and Oranges  @tales-of-spring with Steve

Yellow Bellied @delicatetimetravelarcade​ with Wanda

Green Thumbed @captain-rogers-beard​ (@captain-rogers-beard-mainblog​) with Steve

Feeling Blue @amythedvdhoarder with Stucky

Purple Prose

Tickled Pink @buckybarney​ (undecided)

Rose Colored Glasses @kittykatlow with Bucky

Black Sheep @angrythingstarlight​ with Bucky

White lie @donutloverxo with Ransom Drysdale

Moodboards:

Chris Evans Moodboard claimed by @shakespeareanqueer​

Bucky Barnes moodboard claimed by @navybrat817​

Loki Laufeyson Moodboard was claimed by @charmed-asylum​

Natalia Romanova moodboard claimed by @marvelsswansong​

Wanda Maximoff Board claimed by @danihow

Tony Stark Board was claimed by @jedinite16​

Don't get him wrong it wasn't that Bucky hated the symphony that surrounded him. Often times, he found himself sitting out of the way just listening to the choirs that he could hear. It was preferable to the silence that had surrounded him during his time with HYDRA. They had been vigilant in keeping him from overhearing anything that could have derailed his compliance and, therefore, had soundproofed everything tenfold. 

Today, however, the noise had gotten to be too much. It took every ounce of willpower in Bucky's enhanced being not to stuff his ears with cotton and scream himself just to drown out the sounds. It didn't help that Sam was on his case about his "outdated" sense in music, again. Blasting Tupac, Beyonce, and a multitude of other LOUD musicians, so loud that even if Bucky wasn't enhanced, he would still be able to hear it in any of the Avengers' designated rooms of the compound. Since he WAS, though, he ended up being physically unable to get far enough away from the petulant man-child's antics. 

Taking a deep breath, Bucky stared into the high skylights of his current hiding place, fighting back the frustrated tears that were pushing against his eyelids. There has to be someplace where the noise stops. Somewhere where he can sit and not be distracted by someone's footsteps or triggered by someone's idle conversations. Someplace safe.

Before Bucky could fall further into his frustrations, a soft set of footprints danced their way to the opposite side of the sparring mats where he laid sprawled out on his back. He looked up to see you execute a perfect tumbling pass only to end up lying on your back perpendicular to him, your head gently coming to rest on his hard belly.

"SO, what did you do to get Sam riled up this time?" You say, draping your friend and teammate's arm out from under you before playing with his fingers. "Honestly, I have no clue," He sighs, causing you to look up into his face. "I wish I knew how to make it stop, though." He looked at you with the most sincere puppy-dog eyes you have ever seen, the unshed tears enhancing your view into his hopelessness.

"So you didn't happen to say, 'Sam shut off that shit, or I swear to god I will beat you until you no longer have any hearing left,' or some such nonsense while he was listening to Beyonce on repeat this morning?" You smirk, knowing full well that he did. "You recognize that he worships that woman. He could put Tony's obsession with himself to shame."

Sighing, he looks away, "Yeah, But can you blame me? He had been listening to the ONE song for Hours, Echo. HOURS." 

Smiling at him sympathetically. "Winter, you could've been a bit nicer. Though honestly, if you hadn't done it, I would have. I don't think he realizes how much we can hear. I know Steve just dealt with his antics because he's a saint. But sadly, neither of us are, and he isn't here to curb Sam's crazy."

Bucky grimaces at the reminder of his best friend's newfound sabbatical. "Yeah, Steve is good at that sort of thing. But that doesn't solve our current problem. How are we going to get him to stop?"

"We don't need him to stop, you need him to stop," you correct your now perplexed human pillow. "I fully intend to use my own personal Batcave. Wait out the worst of the storm. According to FRIDAY's statistics, he should get tired of this shit in about three hours, should be just enough time to read a romance novel, take a nap, and maybe even paint a little bit." 

You could feel the eyebrows on Bucky's raise in disbelief. "You can't possibly have somewhere on base that can block out sound well enough for you to not hear this hysteria." 

Laughing, "You think I didn't make that my first stipulation when I moved into this madhouse to join this merry band of heroic misfits?   I knew you've taken your fair share of head blows, but I thought the glowing blue stuff they filled your veins with prevented CTE." You lean up onto your grounded forearm into a sideways plank before flipping into a cartwheel over Bucky's chest. "I'm not sure how you haven't found it. Tony made it into a literal dead zone. It's like a giant box of silence that sound bounces off of like steve's patriotic frisbee and BBEG noggins." 

Bucky shakes his head, bemused by your antics. "Doll, if you haven't noticed, I don't echolocate shit. That's what you are paid for. and I figured that since your private rooms were basically soundproof that Tony had done his best."

Still smirking playfully at him. "Stark rarely does less than perfect work, Barnes, especially when he pairs his brain with Shuri's. You should know that since you wear one of their mechanical miracles connected to your shoulder almost all the time." 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want," He mutters.

"Hey, don't be such a leech." You say, nudging the aforementioned limb with your toe. 

Staring up at you defensively, he pouts, "I am not a leech, what does that even mean?

"It means you suck all of the joy out of me teasing you. You know I don't mean to cause harm, I care for you and all the shiny, mechanical bits that come along for the ride."

He scrunches his face up in distaste. "Thanks, I guess." He mutters, before quickly changing the subject, "So you said something about a bat cave? Since you care for me so much, does that mean you'll take pity on my soul and take me with you?" at this point, he would do anything to keep from having to listen to the blasting beats Sam kept popping out of what feels like nowhere.

"I don't know, Bucky. It might not be up to your sensibilities."

"Please don't make me beg." He states, staring up at your mock contemplation. He watches as the corners of your lips twitch ever so slightly. 

"What will you do for me if I share?"

"I am sorely tempted to say anything, but I'm sure I will regret it if I do. What would you like me to do for you?" He says, his eyes pleading with you to go easy on him.

"Is there any chance of convincing you to read my penny romance to me?" "If it gets me out of this endless tirade of music, I will even act out all the kissing scenes for you. Just show me the way, dollface."

"Well, if you are offering, I definitely can't say no to watching your performance, Mr. Barnes." You smile and turn toward the abandoned yoga studio in the back corner of the training area.