#bucky barnes x caroline

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Twelve

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

"I have to admit that your self-confidence is enviable. What's it like making everything about you?" You say, distancing yourself from Damon, trying not to reveal your desire for him.

"Can't you cut through all this talk where it seems like you hate me and admit that you want to be close to me?" Damon says with a confident smile on his face. No matter how much time passes, Damon will never let anything shake his ego.

"Damon, understand that despite everything, you're not the center of the universe." You respond, as if you didn't care about Damon. What you hoped would become a reality.

Before Damon could say anything, you both hear a noise, like a loud crash so powerful that it makes the two of you fall to the ground, feeling agonizing pain. You don't know what's happening until you feel someone lifting your body from the ground as if you were a feather. Slowly, you were becoming unconscious, only having the strength to call Damon's name, seeking some answers. You feared to know what was happening and feared that Salvatore might end up dead before you could resolve things. If only there was a way to go back in time and tell the Salvatore brothers how you felt. But now you knew what was happening. The hunters had finally caught up with you all.

"Years of training, thrown away for the first vampire you felt desire for? I expected more from you, Y/N. Much more, actually. Our first rule has always been, and will always be, not to get romantically involved with the prey. Even being a woman, you should know better." Dimitri, your former leader, says while holding a weapon in his hands.

"Dimitri, how good it is to see you again. You're still the same hunter with an inferiority complex as when you recruited me." You respond, opening your eyes slightly as if you had just woken up. You notice that you are inside some kind of abandoned warehouse, extremely dark, and that only Dimitri is there with you. Everything is very suspicious because in the hunter clan, a hunter doesn't stay alone with prey after it's been taken down. And if they got me, they should have gotten Damon too, right?

"If you're wondering where your boyfriend is, know that he's much smarter than you. As I said, women let emotions affect judgment too quickly." Dimitri speaks, almost smiling too much. You can see that your confused reaction to what he's saying makes him even happier about capturing you. He has always been a bit sadistic, but you expected more professionalism from the leader of the clan that was once your family.

"What do you mean by all of this?" You ask while trying to regain your strength, but there's a sharp pain in your head. Personally, you feel frustrated for not being able to save yourself from this situation.

"My dear, he abandoned you. Managed to escape from us and didn't look back. Now I ask you, was it worth abandoning your human life for him?" Dimitri asks in a mocking tone as you feel vulnerable, as if you were completely exposed. Had Damon finally freed himself from your love and chosen to leave you to die?

"It seems like my fate is sealed. Why are you prolonging this? Cowardice or fear of taking the initiative?" You say, feeling any hope of survival slipping away. If you're going to die, it'll be while telling your killer what a weak man he is.

"I'm not going to kill you. Don't worry. You're part of my clan, as sentimental and naive as you may be. A vampire manipulated you, made you into a needy slut, but you're going to leave all that in the past." Dimitri seems convinced that you will truly forget Damon and join him, but how can he be so sure?

"What makes you so sure?" At this point, you have nothing left to lose, so why not play along with his game.

"You don't feel different, my love? As if something has changed in you? Let's say you feel like you have no choice?" Dimitri speaks, extremely smiling, as if he's witnessing the most hilarious moment in history.

"What did you do to me?" You ask, feeling the pain in your head intensify as Dimitri watches you with a smile.

"Spells are quite useful, you know. Witches hate vampires, at least most of them do. You know, it didn't take me long to find one capable of casting a obedience spell." You feel your body tremble when you hear the words coming from Dimitri's mouth. An obedience spell hasn't been successfully cast in over a century. It's a spell that messes with the mind and body of a vampire, forcing them to do something. Until they obey the command given by the one who enchanted them, they experience continuous pain and madness, nearly reaching the point of death.

"What did you command me to do?" You ask, but soon start to get an idea of what he would want from you. Everything seems to spin in your head as if the world is turning upside down.

"Soon you'll know. In fact, in a few seconds. Know that after you manage to complete your mission, I intend to give you the cure for your bloodsucking problem. Until then, be a good girl and bring me what I requested." What he's saying makes no sense at all. A cure? How am I going to find out what he requested in a few seconds? Everything is so confusing. He doesn't say anything more, just releases you from the rope you were hanging from, letting you fall to the ground. You feel weak, too weak to react to anything, even as you see him leave without further explanations.

At that moment, a woman enters the warehouse, looking lost. You notice she's a vampire as you don't hear her heartbeat. She approaches you, asking if you know where you two are. For you, it becomes clear that she's a newly turned vampire when she doesn't seem to recognize that she's a vampire. But nothing matters; as soon as she gets close enough to you, you rip her heart out. One swift move, and she's gone. You don't know why you did it, but you killed her. As her lifeless body falls to the ground, you feel an improvement in the pain in your head. Damn.That's what he commanded you to do. Kill vampires, without thinking about anything else. You begin to cry, looking at your hands stained with blood, as if something had shattered within you. And indeed, something had broken. Your humanity seemed nonexistent. You no longer have control over yourself. It might have been better if Dimitri had killed you, but instead, he turned you into a killer.

"Y/N!" You hear the voices of Stefan and Damon calling you from outside the warehouse. You can't see them. You have to escape. But it hurts so much. You try to distance yourself from the location, but each step is a struggle. The pain in your head is gradually diminishing, but the emotional pain is increasing. The voices of the Salvatores echo, concerned, calling for you. Tears fill your eyes as you battle against the compulsion that forces you away from those you love.

"Y/N, where are you?" Damon's voice sounds desperate. Desperation fills you as you want so badly to run to the Salvatore brothers, but you can't. Feeling almost immeasurable pain, you manage to lock the entrance of the warehouse. Unfortunately, in the first moments, they don't understand.

"Listen carefully, with no sentimentality or any foolish behavior. I'm under the influence of an obedience spell. The kind that makes me want to die for not obeying the command of the one who cast the spell on me. My orders are to kill vampires. If you don't want to try your luck, I suggest you leave." You finish speaking, not hearing anything—no protests or noise. Despite the disappointment, you feel relieved knowing that you won't kill either of them. The pain in your head is so strong that you lose concentration for a few minutes, not hearing footsteps behind you. Suddenly, you feel someone grip your neck forcefully, and you black out, collapsing unconscious on the ground.

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Master List

Hi, so I've mainly written for the Vampire Diaries, and I am now working on an MCU Bucky Barnes x OFC fic.

See under the cut!

MCU

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - in progress - bucky x ofc, post-endgame, pre-tfatws

Marvel (Netflix)

something (yeah, definitely something) - series - frank x amy from Punisher (2017), (one more part is left, but it kinda abandoned at this point)

Vampire Diaries

Angels and Demons - one shot - demon!bonnie x angel!damon au

Odd One Out - one shot - jealous!Elena, bamon S6 au

Roms-Coms - one shot - valentines day bamon au

drink with a serial killer - one shot - detective!bonnie x serial killer!damon au/ah

blood and bourbon (revamped) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student!bonnie au/ah, abandoned

blood and bourbon (old) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student! bonnie au/ah, abandoned (but longer than revamped)

one thing, every day - multi-chapter- damon x ofc, canon-divergent from S7, abandoned

Miscellaneous

not everything is bolts & wires - one shot - missing scene, don x judy from lost in space (2018)

BONUS:

I've written companion pieces for @darwinquark 's fics, so I'll add that here too:

For her fic those kinds of friends:

companion piece for chapter 7

For her fic six mornings after: (@sixmorningsafter)

a steroline wedding - one shot - sma steroline wedding

did she really love me - one shot - sma stefonnie moment

plus-one - one shot - sma bamon at a wedding

a belvafore drabble of sorts - one shot - sma quad babysit

a sma!kol x sma!damon headcanon

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Imperfect Couple - 8

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: The couple's arguments could be triggering.

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The next day, the headlines dominated the news:

"The Barnes Brothers' Hidden Scandal Exposed"

"Shawn Barnes: The Untouchable Elite Dodging Justice"

"Political Candidate’s Family Ties to Corruption Unveiled"

At the campaign headquarters, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The usual hum of activity was replaced by silence, only broken by the sound of phones ringing off the hook.

Steve stood near the table, crumpling a newspaper in his hands, frustration written all over his face. Bucky stood by the window, his posture rigid as he stared out into the distance, lost in thought.

Steve let out a heavy sigh, massaging his temples. "I didn’t expect they’d bring up Shawn at the debate."

Bucky turned slightly, his voice calm but carrying an edge. "You know Brock. He always hits below the belt, always makes it personal."

Steve glanced out at the campaign team, who were scrambling. The room beyond was a flurry of chaos: phones ringing non-stop, staff members anxiously typing responses, pacing as they fielded questions from the press, all trying to extinguish the flames of the scandal. Steve ran a hand through his hair as he watched, feeling the weight of the situation.

"The numbers are tanking," Steve muttered, his face grim. "After this, the public’s furious. Voters won’t back a candidate whose family used connections to dodge the law."

Bucky’s jaw tightened as Steve continued, "People hate it when those with power think they’re above punishment. That’s the real damage here. It’s not just about Shawn—it’s about what it represents."

The trend #CatchShawnBarnes was everywhere, climbing to the top spot on social media. The timing couldn’t have been worse. The firestorm had erupted, fueled by rumors and bots likely hired by Brock and Edgar’s teams, intensifying the outrage.

Bucky broke the silence with a quiet, "I’m sorry."

Steve looked at him, shaking his head. "Don’t be. This isn’t on you, Buck." His tone softened. "Besides, it’s not your fault."

Steve had known the Barnes family long enough to understand the full story. Shawn, the eldest son, always had an ego, fed by the wealth and privilege of his upbringing. With everything handed to him, he acted like the world owed him, seeing himself as untouchable.

In truth, it was Shawn who was supposed to enter politics. But unlike Bucky, he lacked the charisma and leadership qualities. Caroline, their mother, had long since given up hope on her eldest son, who had failed to live up to expectations.

Back then, Bucky had been a quiet presence, almost invisible in his own home. Caroline had never even heard his voice much, even though they lived under the same roof. But everything changed when Bucky entered law school. There, he shone.

He joined clubs, became student president, volunteered, organized demonstrations, and eventually graduated as valedictorian. Every trait of a leader was there, clear for everyone to see—especially Caroline. She shifted her attention to Bucky, molding him into the perfect candidate, ensuring he stayed on the path to success.

Shawn, once the golden child, watched as the spotlight shifted to his younger brother. The attention, the purpose he had once enjoyed, slipped away. He felt lost, purposeless. That’s when the spiral began. The drugs were his escape, his way of coping with the emptiness.

At first, it was subtle. But soon, it became public knowledge—Shawn Barnes was a cocaine addict. In an attempt to save face, Caroline and Julius sent him to rehab. But the real disaster struck when Shawn escaped, driving under the influence. That’s when the accident happened—the night he hit someone with his car.

Steve didn’t know the full details after that. What he did know was that Shawn had paid bail and was sent to another rehab, the entire incident hushed up. The Barnes family had buried the scandal deep, hoping it would never see the light of day.

But as Steve thought to himself, no matter how deep you bury something, eventually the stench of rot seeps through.

"I’ll fix this," Bucky said, his voice low but determined.

Steve raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "How, exactly?"

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The Barnes household felt colder than ever, the tension suffocating the room. Shawn sat in the corner, hunched over, hugging his knees. His fingernails were chewed down to the skin, his pale face etched with panic.

"Shit... shit..." he muttered under his breath, eyes darting around the room like a caged animal.

Across the room, Caroline and Julius were in a quiet panic. Caroline paced, wringing her hands, her face pale with fear. Julius stood by the window, his jaw clenched, staring out as if searching for answers that weren’t there.

You sat on the sofa, watching the unfolding chaos like a distant spectator. It was almost theatrical—the Barnes family, once so composed, unraveling before your eyes.

Just then, the door creaked open, and you turned to see Bucky walking in. His face was a mask of determination, his eyes dark and unreadable.

You rose from the sofa and approached him. Before you could speak, he cut you off with a low, firm voice. “I want you to stay out of sight. Away from the windows.”

You frowned but nodded, sensing the weight of his words. He brushed past you without another glance and made his way toward Shawn.

Shawn looked up at Bucky, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He seemed so small in front of his younger brother, almost shrinking under the weight of Bucky’s presence.

“Get up,” Bucky ordered, his voice hard. Without waiting for a response, he reached down and pulled Shawn to his feet.

Shawn stumbled but didn’t resist. He followed Bucky like a lost child.

“Where are you taking him?” Caroline’s voice trembled as she rushed forward to stop them, but Bucky didn’t break stride.

“What he should’ve done years ago,” Bucky answered coldly, dragging Shawn along.

Caroline hurried after them, her heels clicking against the floor. “Bucky, wait! What do you mean?”

Bucky led them outside, the sound of the door swinging open making Caroline stop in her tracks. She froze as her eyes widened in shock. There, right outside their home, were TV station cameras, police cars, and flashing lights.

Caroline’s heart pounded in her chest. “Bucky,” she hissed, her voice sharp with disbelief. “How could you do this? This is a public execution! You’re putting a guillotine to your own brother!”

Julius stepped forward, his voice tired but stern. “Son, is this really the only way?”

Bucky turned briefly to look at his parents, his expression cold. “We have to set an example.”

Caroline’s face twisted in fear, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Bucky, please... don’t do this.”

Before Bucky could respond, Shawn’s voice rang out, shaky but clear. “Stop!” he shouted.

Caroline flinched, her eyes locking with Shawn’s. His face was pale, but his eyes, for the first time in years, looked determined.

“Mother,” Shawn said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been free from jail, but there’s been a shackle on me ever since. Guilt has haunted me every day. I’ve been hiding, running, pretending it didn’t happen. But it did. And I need to face it.”

Bucky gave his brother a nod, and Shawn took a shaky breath before turning to him. “Let’s go.”

They walked toward the press together. Cameras flashed as Bucky led Shawn to the bouquet of microphones, the press shouting questions over one another. Shawn took a deep breath and stepped forward. His hands trembled as he gripped the podium.

“I made a mistake,” Shawn began, his voice cracking. “I was reckless... I hurt someone. I ran from it, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry—for what I did and for hiding it for so long.”

As the words left his mouth, you could see the weight of guilt lifting from his shoulders, though his face remained heavy with regret. He glanced at Bucky, who stood beside him, stoic but supportive. Bucky knew how much the accident haunted Shawn, how it had eaten him alive from the inside out.

After Shawn finished his confession, he stepped away from the podium and voluntarily walked toward the waiting police car. The press erupted with questions aimed at Bucky. One reporter shouted above the rest, “Why did you expose your own brother like this?”

Bucky met the reporter’s gaze, his voice steady and firm. “Because no one is above the law.”

As Shawn was driven away, Caroline stood frozen in the doorway, her face a mask of fury. She didn’t want to look at Bucky, not now, not after what he’d done. Julius said nothing, too exhausted to protest or intervene.

Once the commotion had died down, you walked up to Bucky, your voice low. “You don’t feel guilty? Sacrificing your own brother like that?”

Bucky leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "I'll do anything to get that position. It’s all for you too, babe." His voice was low, dangerous, the tension between you crackling like a live wire.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity in his gaze as his lips hovered just inches from your skin. The closeness sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. There was something intoxicating in the way he said it, like a promise that left you both thrilled and unnerved.

You met his gaze, your pulse racing. "You’re crazy," you muttered, though the words felt weaker than you intended.

Without another word, you pulled away, leaving him standing there, the charge of the moment lingering long after you had gone.

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The next day you returned to the campaign headquarters, where the atmosphere was thick with tension.

So much had happened in the past 48 hours. The campaign team buzzed with a frenetic energy, fueled by the fallout from Shawn’s confession. Despite the chaos, there was a flicker of optimism; his admission had managed to regain some trust from the voters.

Yet, you could sense the undercurrent of anxiety. Everyone was on edge, aware that the storm wasn't over. Phone calls rang out, strategy meetings were called, and you could see the weight of the situation pressing down on each team member's shoulders. You felt a mix of relief and dread—relief that there was hope, but dread about what might come next.

Your brother, Tim was still focused and serious as he poured over the reports, his usual calm replaced by a quiet intensity. You watched him for a moment, feeling a strange pang of guilt in your chest. But you couldn’t linger on that.

“I’m going to get some coffee,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.

The streets were busy, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the chaos of everything that had happened. The scandal, the press, Bucky. It felt like everything was unraveling. The nearest café was only a block away, and you pushed through the door, grateful for the brief respite.

That’s when you saw him.

Ian.

He was leaning casually against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand, but the moment he spotted you, something changed in his expression. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it was far from friendly.

You froze in place, staring at him for a beat too long. “Are you spying on us?” you asked, your voice low but sharp as you crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Ian's smirk widened as if he’d been waiting for this. “Isn’t it obvious?” he replied, his tone almost teasing but dripping with bitterness. “I work with the other side now.”

You felt a surge of frustration, but more than that, something inside you twisted—an old wound reopening. You took a step closer, your eyes narrowing.

“We’ve worked together, Ian. We’ve seen injustice and unfairness in the world. But this…” You hesitated, searching his face for any trace of the person you used to know. “This feels personal.”

Ian’s smile faded, replaced by something darker. He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, everyone in the café left, leaving just the two of you inside.

You were taken aback, a chill running down your spine as the door swung shut behind the last customer.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You got that right,” he said, his eyes burning with something deep and unresolved.

“The person who died in that car accident? The one your dear Bucky’s brother killed? That was my twin brother.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the world around you narrowing to just Ian and the heavy weight of his words. “Your twin…” you whispered, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut.

Ian’s expression hardened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Yeah. My twin brother. Both of us were put up for adoption. I didn’t even know he existed until I was fourteen years old.”

He turned his gaze away from you, the memories clearly painful, but he didn’t stop. “I was adopted by a British couple. Grew up thinking I was an only child. It wasn’t until I did some digging into my adoption records that I found out about him. My twin.”

You felt a chill run down your spine as you listened, unable to speak. Ian’s voice was tight with emotion, but he pressed on.

“I was so damn happy when I found him. We bonded right away, as if we’d never been apart.” His voice softened, but the pain was unmistakable.

“We stayed in touch. Became close. We had so much to catch up on, and it was like I finally had someone who understood me in a way no one else could.”

He shook his head, his jaw clenching. “But then…” He looked back at you, his eyes blazing with anger. “Then Shawn Barnes took him away from me. He killed him. And your husband family covered it all up.”

You flinched at the venom in his words, your heart pounding in your chest. You had no idea. You hadn’t known the full story, and now it was staring you in the face.

Ian stepped even closer, invading your space, his eyes searching yours for something—maybe regret, maybe guilt. “They buried it. Buried him. And now you’re standing by their side, supporting the man whose family let my brother’s killer walk free.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You felt frozen, torn between your loyalty to Bucky and the weight of Ian’s grief and anger.

You knew about the cover-up involving Shawn, but who were you to uncover the truth, especially knowing it would be futile to fight against Caroline?

Now, guilt washed over you for having ignored this. It turned out the victim was closer than you had ever realized.

Ian’s voice softened, but the intensity didn’t fade. “Tell me,” he said, his gaze piercing into you. “After all of this… after everything you know… do you still trust him?”

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Pick you up

Summary: Daddy comes to save the day.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: angst, bitchy girls, heavy daddy kink, caregiver Ari, sexual harassment (not Ari), implied violence, hurt & comfort (kinda), fluff, comforting, protective Ari

Read the prequel here: Let you down

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“Daddy, please come pick me up. They are all so mean to me,” you sniff on the phone. “I don’t want to stay here. I thought this is going to be fun, but it’s not.”

The girls from your workplace watch you on the phone. They roll their eyes and huff.

“She calls her daddy to pick her up. We were right. She’s not mature enough for our little club. I don’t know what a girl like her wants in New York.”

You hang up and sigh. The plan to spend the weekend with the people you’re working with went down the drain the moment they started to talk low about your outfit, your make-up (or rather the lack of it), and the fact that you don’t want to talk about yourself with people you barely know.

Ignoring your nagging colleagues, you walk out of the living room to grab your bag and jacket. You will wait outside for your daddy to pick you up.

You exhale sharply when one of them follows you outside. “You didn’t have to call your daddy. How old are you, twelve?”

“Just leave me alone,” you shoulder your bag and grab the door handle. “I’ll be waiting outside. I want nothing to do with you and the others.”

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes before you see his bike. Your heart flutters when your daddy brings the motorcycle to a complete stop. He plants both feet firmly on the ground, making you shiver as you stare at his long legs.

You wring your hands as he kicks the kickstand down with his left foot and leans the bike on it. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you press your thighs together, adding pressure to your tingling clit.

Ari swings his right foot over the motorcycle to get off it. He takes off his helmet and grins when his eyes land on you.

Eyes glued to Ari; you swallow thickly as he shakes his head to tame his mane.

“That’s…her … daddy?” Your colleagues gathered outside to get a look at your father. Or so they thought. They didn’t know you called your daddy, not your father. “He looks too young for being her father.”

“You are telling me!” Suzanne, the leader of the little group harassing you sneers. “That guy is not her father.”

“He’s so tall and handsome,” Caroline says. “No wonder she didn’t want to play with one of the guys. She’s got a hunk at home.”

“A daddy,” Suzanne grunts. “I knew something is off with that bitch.”

While your colleagues watch you and Ari, he worriedly calls your name.

“Y/N, what happened,” Ari asks, furrowing his brows as you run toward him to bury your face in his chest. “Baby kitten. Do I need to break bones or faces?”

“They wanted to play truth or dare, and spin the bottle,” you begin. “I agreed, because why not?”

“Okay.” Ari hums. “Go ahead. Daddy is here now.”

“Uh-I didn’t know there will be guys too, I swear.” You feel Ari stiffen. A deep rumble emits from his chest, and you know, someone is in trouble. You only hope it isn’t you. “I didn’t want to spin the bottle anymore because they changed the rules.”

“What rules? Tell me about it, princess,” you relax and take a deep breath. Ari always makes you feel safe and calm.

“They said we need to choose truth or dare. I chose dare, and suddenly the guys from the company were there too. They wanted to play too and Suzanne said I must kiss one of them.”

“I’ll kill them,” he growls. No one touches you but him. “No one forces my girl to kiss them.”

“I refused and chose truth instead. I said that I cannot kiss someone else because I got my boyfriend at home. They laughed, but agreed,” You sniffle. “They wanted me to tell them about the last time we had sex. I refused and they made fun of me. Calling me an uptight virgin.”

“It’s alright, I’m here now. Even if you were a virgin, it wouldn’t be a reason to make fun of you. They are awful people,” Ari softly speaks to you. You’re already worked up and he doesn’t want to risk you starting to hyperventilate. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“That’s not all.” You whimper now. “The game continued. The guys joined us. After a few rounds, the bottle landed on me. One of them chose dare and they…they wanted me to…”

“Baby, what happened?”

“They wanted me to ride one of the guys’ thighs. I told them that I got a boyfriend and won’t cheat on him. At first, I thought it was a joke. But they tried to push me onto that guy. I cried and grabbed my phone.”

“And then you called me,” Ari concludes as you slowly nod against him. “Good girl. You knew daddy always comes to your aid. Let me just kill them for you.”

“Please don’t leave me alone. Please,” you sniffle. “I don’t want to be alone with them ever again.”

“Princess, come with me.” Ari takes your bag out of your hands. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to guide you away from your colleague’s house and toward the street.

“Where are we going…?” you gasp as you see the whole club waiting for you and Ari.

You forgot that they wanted to go for a ride. Guilt washes over you. It was Ari’s day off and he wanted to spend it with his friends. Now you messed this up too.

Steve, the boss of the club gets off his bike. He nods at Ari as your boyfriend points at you. “Steve will take care of you for a moment. You like Steve right? He’s a good man and will protect you. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you whimper.

“I’ve got her, Ari. Do what you must do,” Steve’s features soften when you watch Ari leave your side. “He’ll be right back, Y/N. Don’t worry. Ari was out of his mind when he heard you cry on the phone.”

“Maybe we should help him?” Bucky, another member of the club asks. He sneaked around the area and heard every word. “I wouldn’t mind roughing those douchebags up. Break a bone or two.”

“Buck, that’s Ari’s job,” Steve warns. “If he needs our help, we will help. Give him a moment…”

Meanwhile, at the house, Ari barks at the women harassing you. “My girl loves her job and won’t quit because of you. If you ever make her life harder or just look at her the wrong way, we all will pay you a visit.”

“We…we didn’t…” Suzanne stammers. She never got yelled at by a tall guy like Ari before and is close to wetting herself.

“I know what you did,” Ari snaps at her. “Who is the guy putting his hands on my girl? Who wanted to force her to ride his thigh?”

“Uh-it’s him!” The other men point at the man wanting you to ride him. “He said that he wants her before we started the game. We didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all Suzanne and him.”

“You—” Ari cracks his neck. “Well, then. Let me show you what happens when you harass a woman.”

“Ari. Daddy,” you run toward Ari the moment you see him. “What happened?” You look at his bloody knuckles. “You’re hurt.”

“Did you give it to them good?” Bucky smirks. “I can help. Let me break a few bones.”

“Buck, stop. I know you are antsy since your girl left, but we’ve got no time to start a fight,” Steve grunts. “Let’s bring Y/N home. She had a rough day.”

Ari carefully guides you toward his bikes. He softly speaks your name and caresses your back. “I’ll bring you home now, princess.”

After a short ride back home you are in Ari’s arms. He whispers soothing words and nuzzles his face in your neck.

You’re lying on a soft mattress, hidden under the pillowfort you and Ari built for days like these. Days in which the world gets too much for you.

“You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

“I know,” you mumble sleepily. “My protector…”

>> Prequel

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MASTERLIST

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Navegation

MCU

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Ajax Petropulus

Masterlist

COBRA KAI

Robby Keene

Miguel Diaz

Samantha Larusso

Tory Nichols

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Masterlist

TVD-Universe

Klaus Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

TVD

TO

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Castiel

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Jacaerys Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist

GAME OF THRONES

Daenerys Targaryen

Masterlist

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jereau

Emily Prentiss

Masterlist

THE MARVELOUS MRS MAISEL

Lenny Bruce

Miriam Maisel

Masterlist

ACTOR/ACTRESS & SINGER'S

Jensen Ackles

Jenna Ortega

Tokio Hotel

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Male!reader

Tv show couples ex: Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Yandere

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Masterlist Of Masterlists

Welcome to my Masterlist of Masterlists

Marvel Universe

Finished● Unfinished○ Started•

>Kate Bishop

Falling For The Archer ○•

Archer's bond ○•

>Wanda Maximoff

The Witch & Her Possession ○

Scarlet Sacrifice: The Agonizing Journey ○

>Natasha Romanoff

Shadows of Love: Natasha Romanoff and Y/N'S Destiny ○

Yelena Belova

A Dark Love ○

Dancing in the Moonlight ○

Maria Hill

Relentless Devotion ○

Peggy Carter

The Forgotten Past ○

Carol Danvers

Cosmic Connections: Carol Danvers Finds Love ○

Bucky Barnes

A Soldier's Redemption ○

Steve Rodgers

WandaNat

Threads Of Fate: Wanda, Natasha, and Y/N●

The Miraculous Trio: A Journey of Love, Power, and Parenthood

Bishova

Beneath the Veil: Love and Loyalty in the Underworld

Torn Souls: The Path To Redemption

Blackhill

Eternal Flame: A Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, and Y/N Love Saga

Temporal Veil: Unmasking Hydra's Schemes

WinterWidow

A Spy's Love Triangle

Innocence Lost In The Dark

Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Bobbi Morse

DC Universe

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Lena Luther

Alex Danvers

Maggie sawyer

Lucy Lane

Arrow

Sara Lance

Thea Queen

Laurel Lance

Felicity Smoak

Nyssa AL Ghul

The Flash

Iris West

Caitlin Snow

Wonder Woman

Diana Prince

Titans

Rachel Roth

Dawn

Donna Troy

Other

Harley Quinn

Ava Sharp

Vampires Diaries Universe

The Originals

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Davina Claire

Freya Mikaelson

The Vampire Diaries

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Pierce

Legacies

Hope Mikaelson

Josie Saltzman

Lizzie Saltzman

Penelope Park

Jade

Crime Shows

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss

Scream Universe

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Masked Obsession: Ghostface Sam Carpenter x Y/N Love Story

Amber Freeman

Kirby Reed

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Wednesday Addams

Wenclair

Stranger Things

Joyce

Nancy

Eleven

Robin

Max

Steve

Eddie

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Fear The Walking Dead

Alicia

The Walking Dead

Maggie Greene

Carol Peletier

Tara Chamblers

The lOO

Octavia Blake

Clarke Griffin

Lexa

Raven Reyes

Wynonna Earp

Waverly Earp

Wynonna Earp

Nicole Haught

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Seeking Roleplay Partners

Hello! My name is Alyss and I'm searching for new roleplay partners! A few facts about me that you should know are- 1. My favorite color is pink 2. I absolutely adore writing and creating a world with my rp partners 3. I love creating fun headcanons with my rp partner 4. I do work a full-time job so sometimes I'm busy, but I promise to always try to communicate with you! 5. I am always happy to double up, but if you don't want to, then i'd prefer to do MxF with me playing the female role. If we are doubling up, I'm happy to do any pairing with you! 6. While I do love fandoms, fandomless is always a great option for me too! So bring any of your storylines my way! 7. I'd prefer to do canonxoc, but I can also do canonxcanon as well! 8. Last one, and this is a big one! Since I'm 26, It is necessary for me to write with people who are 18+, especially since my roleplays tend to have a little bit of spice added in. Below are the following fandoms I'd like to do along with the ships that i'd be interested in! Much Ado About Nothing (1993) Don John x OC Don John x Hero Phantom of the Opera Erik Destler x Christine Daae Erik Destler x Meg Giry Erik Destler x OC Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton x OC Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Colin x Penelope Shadow and Bone Kaz Brekker x OC The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Niklaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes Niklaus Mikaelson x OC Harry Potter James Potter x OC James Potter x Lily Evans Draco Malfoy x OC Teddy Lupin x OC Teddy Lupin x Victorie Weasley Bill Weasley x Fleur Delacour Wicked Fiyero Tigelaar x Elphaba Thropp Rivals Rupert Campbell-Black x Taggie O'Hara Declan O'Hara x OC The Lost Boys David x OC Dwayne x OC Marvel Bucky Barnes x OC Steve Rogers x OC Stranger Things Steve Harrington x OC Eddie Munson x OC Greek Mythology Hades x Persephone Dionysus x Ariadne __________________________________________________ and here are some storylines that I'm currently interested in! (these are not mine, but I really like them!)

You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time.

One of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate's.

You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your body (and vise versa).

You have your soulmate's name somewhere on your body.

muse a that owns a pretty little flower shop and across the street is hardcore tattoo shop where muse b works at and muse b is utterly in love at the sight they see across the street where muse a tend for their flowers every morning and fate decides to screw up muse b and the two finally meet one day Muse A is a kindergarten teacher very loved by their students. They had realized there’s a kid in her class who always forget to bring materials and is usually lonely and sad. To know what’s going on, they meet the kid’s parents, only to realize the kid is being raised by Muse B, the kid’s single uncle/aunt after their brother and sister in law passed away in a car accident. They don’t know how to raise a kid or what to do to make things better, so Muse A volunteers to give them some tips and make sure the kid will move on and be the once happy kid they know the kid can be. Muse A teaches Muse B simple things and visits them often, feeling their heart melt whenever they see Muse B acting in a fatherly/motherly way, and doing their best effort to be the best parent they could be, even when sometimes they feel about to give up.

the summer road trip

bad boy / good girl

bad girl / good girl

TA / college student

penpals that become best friends and maybe more through letters

rich ceo’s kid / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee

actually, rich ceo / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee

people on a movie set who are love interests in the movie but hate each other irl

Muse A goes to the countryside on summer vacation with her family as a small child. They don’t like it there very much, and are extremely grumpy about it. Then they meet Muse B, who’s been living there all their life in a house next door to the vacation home. The two become inseparable friends— running barefoot through tall grass, playing pranks on everyone, picking wild strawberries, building a hidden hideout so they can hang out there.      Then Muse A is taken away back to the city, and the two are devastated, pining for each other’s company for months after the separation. Years pass and they forget that summer. They’re now grownups, and Muse A is a successful business owner in the city, while Muse B takes up an artistic job ( musician, painter, poet, etc. ) near his home.      So one day, a bad breakup leaves Muse A heartbroken, and when their work goes downhill, they decide they need a break and go to the countryside. In the same rental vacation home from all those years ago, they spend their days trying to chill. Bad memories and nightmares wake them up from sleep and they take a walk through the grounds around them when they hear music//see someone?? They follow everything to their old hideout, where Muse B, too, has been spending a restless night in need of inspiration.      Muse A watches them for a while in secret, but then something scares them or they trip on something, and the two just go Whoa, hello..?! and Muse Boffers their hand to Muse A…. and then realizes that birthmark//scar on their hand looks familiar??  Muse A has been to various clubs around where they live, always gambling in the world of one night stands and fake love. One day, Muse A goes to party at a new place further away from where they live. They meet Muse B who has a dangerous aura around them, Muse A feels their arm slink around them as they dance together. The night involves shots, continuous drinking and flirting. Muse A & B end up having a night together but Muse A never expected Muse B to shoot somebody in front of her the next morning.

 we’re best friends with benefits but my pals always give me shit for not dating anyone, will you pretend to be my bf/gf for a while?? and then we can have a v intense break up // argument in front of everyone one day to make it seem somewhat real, ok cool thanks you’re a true pal, let’s bang it out && now it’s been a couple of months but we still haven’t ended things but here we are, dancing in my kitchen and you look really fucking perfect, holy shit — i don’t love you, i don’t love you, i don’t love you && you end up taking me out to a v fancy restaurant and basically, we do all the things couples do and is it bad that i actually consider you home instead of my own fucking apartment?? && oh, you’re cuddling me in your sleep, that’s new and i think i heard you tell me you love me in your sleep?? no, i’m just dreaming, aren’t i?? && holy shit, we still haven’t broken up but you’re watching a movie and i’m watching you and all i can think about is how pretty your face looks and how much of a wonderful person you are, it’s not even about the sex anymore — fuck, i’m in love with you, aren’t i??

you’re friends with my roommate but they’re not home and how embarrassing that you’re here while i’m silently weeping over my break up but lets watch a movie and eat ice cream to pass time

i kept getting harassed by some creepy person as i was trying to study and they’re picking up on my ‘fuck off vibes’ and i started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new on one oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy

 gimme a plot where muse a is this cute shy little thing and one day they’re going to ride the bus home but it’s super full and only two seats are left, one next to some woman on her phone and one next to muse b who is really tough looking and has a ton of tattoos and basically scares the shit out of muse a so they go do sit with the woman and ask if that seat is taken and the woman goes off on them, and is just being really rude and muse b over hears and notices how cute muse a is blushing and has this really really strong urge to protect them and so they step in and tell the woman to calm the f down and offer muse a the seat next to them, and then they start talking and it’s great.(bonus points for next day on the bus all the seats are taken and muse b gets up and says they’ll sand and muse a is like fuck no i can’t let you do that and they get into a fight about it until muse b pulls muse a into their lap and says ‘compromise’)

 how about the complete fuckboy who is so used to routine. he picks up who he wants, it’ll be easy and if he’s lucky they’ll put up a challenge but they end up in the alley or in the men’s room and he always has the courtesy of kissing them goodbye and never seeing them again. and it’s like every saturday, he’s at the bar and he spots a pretty girl and she looks the perfect amount of innocent (he’s not up for a challenge tonight)  but theres a bit of banter going and eventually she ends up in the backseat of his Jeep and when they’re done he’s leans in with a grin, memorized almost like a catchphrase, “thanks for the great sex babe” to kiss her goodbye but she turns her cheek at the last minute, offers him a sweet smile “cute. that was great sex for you?” and just like that the fuck boy’s been fucked and she’s smoothing her skirt down and disappearing out of the backseat and he needs to find her again, needs to prove her wrong and it’s almost obsessive the way he needs her and suddenly hes just like one of the many girls that chase after him following a mediocre one night stand. 

 i really want a plot where this totally sweet girl is dating this total ass and he prob cheats on her all the time and is so shitty to her but she stays because she’s sweet and caring and he’s all she’s ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways he’s totally one of those guys who brings around his douche friends and they sit on the couch and talk about chicks and drugs and partying and she is supposed 2 be the regular house wife gf who brings them food and sits next to him when they watch movies so he can flaunt her and just be /: a dick /: ANYWAYS his fellow douche friend starts to slowly be like god this guy is so awful to her and he starts following her out of the room instead of staying to high five his friend for cheating on her w some club girl and idk he just generally starts hanging out with her more while her bf and his other friends hang out in the basement or some shit and they’ll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or he’ll help her make food or ANYTHING and it can go so many cute ways tbh like ? he could be listening to the friend brag about sleeping around one day or see him being shitty to her like yelling at her for nothing ro smth and just be like DAMN I’VE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks she’s totally amazing and he’d cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while they’re talking and they could start sneaking around behind the friends back or anything so !

cliche plot where muse b( who’s a badass and lowkey kind of a jerk ) makes a bet with his friends that he can take muse a’s ( who’s a sweet lil angel ) virginity but then plot twist !!somehow sweet lil muse a worms her way into his cold heart and would you look at that ?? he’s fallen in love with her !! and so now he’s really set on losing this bet because he doesn’t want to hurt her but oops, he took her to a party and his friend accidentally let her in on their little bet. cue the angst and fluff

━━━ bad boy x innocent/good girl thing where the boy intimidates her and makes her nervous and is like “ you know he can’t make you feel like i can “ and she just is like “ you’re an idiOt “ yet her body language says something else & he can actually get her to moan like no one else and they’re just so into each other aND she also gets frisky sometimes and wears lingerie for him & he’s just sO into it just because she’s so tiny and innocent and it makes her look so different and he’s just mesmerized by her and shes mesmerized by him ━━━ you’re my best friend’s girl and i know i should stay away but i liked you first and god dammit i want you (oh and i’m a much better fuck let me prove it too you)

Muse a is a really powerful criminal. he basically has the world under their thumb. he’s killed lots of people (or at least ordered a lot of people to be killed) and he’s made a LOT of money this way. muse b, meanwhile, is a relatively ordinary person – she’s the girl next door. through a turn of events, the two meet and begin a fling. (muse a may or may not have a spouse at home, but that’s neither here nor there.) muse b knows muse a is a criminal – everyone does – but she enjoys the rush and the excitement. one day, though, muse b finds out she’s pregnant. and she realizes that muse a is not a suitable father for her baby. he’s too dangerous. death and destruction follows him everywhere he goes, and, as much as she cares about him, she knows he’s not exactly a good person. so she gives it to him straight: she’s going to end their relationship, move, and raise their child alone, and muse a is going to stay away. muse a truly loves muse b, so he agrees to her terms, and does her one better: he’ll send money to help raise the kid, and even pay for her new home. fast forward some years. muse b is settled into her new life with her child, and muse a has stuck to his promises. at least until one day, he shows up on her doorstep. he has several armed guards, and a car ready to go. “grab our kid and get in the car,” he says. “someone found out, and my enemies are after the two of you"

11.) Muse A, was a shy and sweet girl, who's never had any romantic relations. Muse B, was what you'd call a player, and a bit rude too. One night, Muse A caught Muse B's interest. So he talks to her. After talking for what seemed like hours, Muse B risks it and leans in to kiss Muse A. Muse A, being in complete shock, though confesses that it was her first kiss. Muse B completely doubting it, but after a bit of discussion he apologies hesitantly. Muse A, makes a deal with Muse B though.. She has to get to know him better. Annoyed, Muse B agrees and they exchange numbers. The next day, they meet at the park and start talking. Later in time, they start to have feelings for each other, but, Muse B always denies it. Can Muse A get Muse B's change in heart?

Muse a has a abusive father and a dead mother. Their father is almost always drunk when they get home and will do whatever he wants to muse a. Muse b is muse A's best friend- and has been for a while. They almost always hang out at muse b's house so they wouldn't find out about muse A's father. One day muse b insists on going to muse A's house. The second they walk in their greeted by muse A's drunk father. Muse b finds out the truth about their family and becomes very protective of muse a. They don't ever want to leave their side. Eventually through good times and bad a romance starts to bloom

Muse A and Muse B are neighbors who have never met. When a winter storm knocks out the power to their building, Muse A, terrified of the dark, lets out a bloodcurdling scream. Next thing they know, Muse B is banging on the door to make sure they're okay

I know this is an incredibly long post, but if anything sparks your interest! Please send me a like and let me know! I also have a writing sample on hand if you'd like that as well!

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My Masterlist

Disclaimer: I don’t write smut/NSFW content, so please don’t request anything of that nature. I have been known to drop off the face of the earth (or at least Tumblr) regularly, so if I am inactive, that’s why. HOWEVER, I still accept requests even during times of hiatus—I’ll simply respond to them as soon as I’m back. 😊

Fandoms:

These are only the ones I write for. I’m actually a fan of A LOT more than this. But I wanted to make the requests easier!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Twisters (2024)

(These are also my masterlists, so feel free to check them out!)

Request Lists:

Feel free to request anything from these lists! (Be sure to name which character/pairing you’d like with it.)

Intimacy Prompts

“Injury” Dialogue Prompts

Love Realization Prompts

I also take requests not related to these lists, but I thought they might be helpful and fun!

(If I’m unable to fulfill a request, I’ll do my best to inform you ASAP! However, refer to the disclaimer at the beginning if a request seems to be forgotten.)

Recommended Fics:

Some of my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE fics I’ve discovered on this hellsite and AO3!

“Who Did This To You?” by @justfandomwritings (Top Gun: Maverick—Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader)

“Read Between the Lines” by @briefinquiries (Twisters—Tyler Owens x Reader) But also, ANYTHING from her Twisters masterlist. There has not been one I disliked.

“through the looking glass” by ver3eastloveuonica (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Matt Murdock x Reader)

“Taken” by Steffix3 (The Vampire Diaries—Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes)

“A Beautiful Lie” by @mermaidxatxheart (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Bucky Barnes x Reader)

“Haunting” by @make-me-imagine (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I hope to keep these lists as up-to-date as possible. However, life happens sometimes. If you have any questions, feel free to message me or drop a question in “Asks and Requests”.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

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Chapter 25

February, 1959

When I came to my senses the first thing I noticed was the intense cold. My entire body shivered and my aching bones cracked as I lifted my head. My entire body was stiff from the cold, preventing me from moving very much.

I strained as I lifted up my hand to wipe away the frost from the glassed tube I was in. I saw the inside of what looked like a lab. Some tables with various technologies on them as well as large machines.

I felt like a rusted robot, my body moving in slow, jerky motions. I was frozen, or on the verge of it.

Suddenly a familiar face appeared in the glass. Red hair and green eyes shone through. I raised my eyebrows and began to open my mouth. She shushed me.

Don't talk. You're in trouble. Hydra is mad. She began to speak to me in sign language through the glass. I kept having to wipe away the frost so i could see what she was trying to tell me.

I'm sorry for the future. I'm doing what I can.

"Ms. Harbor!"

A male voice that could only be Zola's boomed into the room. She jumped, turning her attention to the right. "Dr Zola. Just in time, I believe she's waking up."

Dr Zola walked into view, squinting his eyes up at me as I slowly looked down at him.

"Wonderful. Fully release her."

Caroline walked away from my view. I felt the cold around me completely evaporate and my body was my own once again. The air opened with a pressure locking sound and I stepped out into the real world. "Good evening, soldier." Dr. Zola hummed to me.

I looked at Caroline behind him with a confused look. You don't remember. She signed to me. I returned my attention back to Dr. Zola. "Where am I." I asked, playing along with the scenario.

I didn't remember much after passing out from the pain. Whatever the gave me back at Hydra was strong enough to knock me out for a while. As I was coming back to consciousness I remember now going through the memory wiping machine. Obviously, once again, it didn't work.

"You were you in a war and were severely injured. Left for dead by your friends and fellow soldiers. We found you and brought you back here. The Crytosis chamber, our newest invention. Allows your brain and body to remain on pause. This way, you heal without having to go through unbearable pain or addictive drugs."

The concept of the machine was rather fascinating, revolutionary even. Such a shame it was in the wrong hands. "How long have I been under for?" I asked.

"About one year, I would say." My heart dropped to my stomach. One year? I had been in a frozen sleep for a year?

"You are now part of our enhanced human development program. You've been injected with a serum that has enhanced your regular human capabilities 10 fold." This whole speech wasn't new to me. It was the third time I was hearing it now. I was still processing that I had been asleep for that long.

"But now, we have a mission. Don't worry, everything will come naturally to you. Come, follow me." Dr Zola quickly walked for the door expecting me to follow him. I took in stride after him and made me way through the familiar hallways. I recognized instantly where we were heading, the training center.

The doors opened and the first thing I saw was Bucky standing there in an entirely black tactical gear suit. He looked over at the door as we entered, his metal arm being occupied by a scientist that looked they were adjusting it.

"Good evening, Soldier."

Bucky didn't do anything other than nod a hello. He hardly gave me a second look. I admit, it hurt a little. But he had no idea who I was.

"Your next mission is to extract and exterminate. Here is your file." A woman walked up to me and handed me a Manila folder. I thanked them and watched as Dr. Zola and everyone else cleared the room.

The folder that I was handed was bared and empty. A series of photos were inside of a dark haired, olive skinned man. The only information that was provided was an address in Russia. I closed the folder and sighed.

"Here." I handed the folder in Bucky's direction. He looked at me with a cold gaze through his brow. He rolled his eyes and began to walk away. I was offended by his coldness, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion. "You don't want to see it?"

"Already have. Let's go." His coldness was off-putting. He wasn't himself. He was hard cold and uncaring. I wonder What changed? Sure they brain washed him and erased everything but he usually was his warm self. I hope that they hadn't changed him.

We exited the building into the airplane hanger and loaded up to be shipped to our mission. Once we were in the plane, there were some neatly folded clothes over the plastic seats. Confused, I picked one up. It was a large, insulated jacket with many pockets.

"Here." I turned around to see Bucky standing behind me, holding out a similar looking jacket, only smaller. "This one's yours."

I looked down at the jacket and then back up at Bucky. "Oh, thank you. Here." We swapped the jackets and I slipped it on over my plain colored T-shirt. Wherever we were going, it must be cold. We were loaded up with different weapons, tactical gear and these round grenades. I examined them in my hand. There was a tiny button on top which I assumed was the activation.

I finally unwrapped my dagger, smiling as I moved my hand over the smooth surface. I was happy to have it back in my possession. "We're about to land!" The pilot yelled back to us.

I concealed my identity by putting on a face mask and goggle combination. The goggles were a dark tint, I could see perfectly out of them but were entirely dark on the outside. I looked up as Bucky approached my side. He had on the same facial covering. He looked down at me, only his eyebrows visible.

The plane rumbled in the landing, causing me to sway a little bit. The door opened and we were hit with a cold blast of wind. The both of us stepped out onto the cushiony ground. My mind was captured by the beautiful sight around me. The ground was smooth, sparkly and white. It had snowed.

I took off my goggles and mask, looking up into the dark sky as small, white snowflakes danced down from the sky. My face broke into a mesmerized expression. "Soldier, what are you doing?" A voice hissed at me.

Snow has been one of my favorite things as a child. It was rare that I got to see it during missions in the Red Room. Snow was clean, beautiful and quiet. It covered the ground in a cold blanket. It absorbed sounds, when it snowed everything was quiet. A quiet I loved to bask in.

I looked over at Bucky, he had taken his goggles off and was looking at me. I couldn't help my excited expression and wide smile. I saw a light in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time as we locked eyes. For a very brief moment, I saw the old Bucky inside of there.

"Put that back on. We've got shit to do." He hissed grumpily at me before putting the goggles back on and turning on heel to continue walking. I sighed. I felt a spark in my heart seeing that glimpse of the old man I once knew, but it quickly faded away. I put on my mask, following him towards the back of a hardly visible house.

We pushed through the door and then quickly shut it behind us. It was almost as cold inside as it was outside. I looked around the small, dusty living room. There were two reclining chairs facing a fireplace, off to the right was an open floor plan kitchen, then down the hallway there was a bathroom and a bedroom with a single queen bed. Great, how was this going to work out?

"We will sleep here for a few hours and then head out around 3 am." Bucky threw his things down carelessly on the kitchen table. Meanwhile I had found a small box of matches and began to attempt to start the fire. I scoffed a little and rolled my eyes.

"Yes sir." I said sarcastically, poking at the fire to try and get it to start.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. His thick, heavy boots thudded on the creaky hardwood as he approached the chair next to me. He sat down hard in the chair, a creak coming from the springs. "Are you always this arrogant?"

"You seriously don't remember me?" I asked, starting to get frustrated with his newly found hard nature.

"Why would I remember you I've only just met you." Bucky sounded rather annoyed as he leaned forward to rest his elbows in his knees. 

I bit the inside of my cheek, searching for an ounce of the sweet, kind soul I once knew in those cold blue eyes.

"You once told me that I would make your heart stop any time I walked into the room." I pointed an accusing finger in his direction, looking him deep into his eyes.

I saw a flash of emotion cross his face. There was no telling what emotion he was feeling. The only thing that changed was a brief furrowing of his eyebrows. "That proves nothing." He grumbled.

"The scars on your chest are from you trying to claw your metal arm off. That happened on one of our missions."

Instinctively Bucky's hand moved to his left upper arm. Though it was covered with clothes, I knew he was reaching for where the metal connected. I smirked a little, I had stumped him. He stood up quickly, huffing out air in frustration.

"You can take the first sleep." He offered, walking off to the kitchen. I stood up to follow him. "What do you mean the first?" I asked.

"There's only one bed. We can't both sleep there." He insisted, grabbing a cup and pouring himself a class of water.

I sassily shifted my weight to one him and rolled my eyes. "Scared you'll catch my germs?"

Bucky looked at me while taking a drink from his glass, raising an eyebrow at me. I put my hands up in surrender and turned on heel to walk back toward the bedroom.

"Fine! Don't complain to me when you're tired. You're more than welcome to join me!" My voice got louder as I walked deeper into the hallway before shutting the door. I frowned to myself, sliding down the door to sit on the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them.

Bucky's coldness towards me was upsetting. I didn't want to say heartbroken, because truly I didn't know what that felt like, but it hurt. I loved him. I'd like to think I still do if I could break down whatever shell he is living in now.

I flipped the fluffy comforter up and crawled into the bed to lay my head down. I quickly noticed how much colder it was now that I was farther away from the fireplace in the front room. I curled myself into a ball to try my best to keep warm.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity. I was stuck in this trance of half sleep half awake. Too cold to fully sleep but too tired to fully wake up. I felt the covers lift and the bed shift beside me. I finally opened my eyes, looking behind me to see the familiar shaggy brown haired man.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. He scooted closer to me in the bed, pressing his chest against my back and then sliding his right arm underneath my neck. His arms wrapped around my chest and torso before he brought me further into his grasp.

"You were shivering." He said plainly before tucking his head into the back of my neck. His warmth helped significantly with my lack of body heat. I found myself smiling, curling more into his grasp and comfort. This was the Bucky I knew, he was still in there.

Maybe there's hope after all.

Next Chapter

[shelbgrey]

Sorting my favorite fictional characters into hogwarts houses because I'm board and I have writers block.

If I have the motivation I'll explain why later or you can commit your thoughts and I'll post them.

Grey's anatomy:

Derek shepherd - Ravenclaw

Meredith Grey - Gryffindor

April Kepner - Hufflepuff

Owen hunt - Gryffindor

Callie Torres - Ravenclaw

Miranda Bailey - Gryffindor

Alex Karev - Slytherin

Jackson avery - Ravenclaw

Arizona Robinson - Hufflepuff

Christina Yang - Askaban

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton - Slytherin

Benedict Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Colin Bridgerton - Ravenclaw

Daphne Bridgerton - Gryffindor

Elois Bridgerton - Ravenclaw

Francesca Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Gregory Bridgerton - Gryffindor

Hyacinth Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Kate Sharma - Gryffindor

Penelope Fetherington - Ravenclaw

Marvel:

Tony stark - Sylthrin

Steve Rogers - Gryffindor

Clint Barton - Gryffindor

Bruce Banner - Ravenclaw

Thor - Hufflepuff

Natasha Romanoff - Sylthrin

Marc Spector - Gryffindor

Steven Grant - Hufflepuff

Jake Lockly - Slytherin

Scott lang - Hufflepuff

Stephen Strange - Ravenclaw

Wanda Maximoff - Gryffindor

Sam Wilson - Gryffindor

Vision - Ravenclaw

T'challa - Ravenclaw

Bucky Barnes - Sylthrin

Loki - Sylthrin

X-men:

Scott Summers - Gryffindor

Hank McCoy - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Charles Xavier - Gryffindor

Logan Howlett - Slytherin

Jean Grey - Slytherin

Erik Lehnsherr - Slytherin

Storm - Gryffindor

Kurt Wagner - Hufflepuff

Rogue - Gryffindor or Slytherin

Bates motel:

Alex Romero - Gryffindor

Norma Bates - Hufflepuff

Norman Bates - Slytherin

Dylan Massett - Gryffindor

Emma Decody - Ravenclaw

Chick Hogan - Slytherin

Supernatural:

Dean winchester - Gryffindor

Sam Winchester - Ravenclaw

Castiel - Hufflepuff

Charlie Bradbury - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Bobby Singer - Ravenclaw

Jack Kline - Hufflepuff

Lucifer - Slytherin

Gabriel - Gryffindor

Jody Mills - Ravenclaw

Clair Novak - Slytherin

Ghostbusters:

Egon Spengler - Ravenclaw

Peter Venkman - Gryffindor

Ray Stantz - Hufflepuff

Winston Zeddemore - Gryffindor

Bones:

Seeley Booth - Gryffindor

Jack Hodgins - Ravenclaw

Temperance Brennan - Ravenclaw

Lance Sweets - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

James Aubrey - Hufflepuff

Zack Addy - Hufflepuff

Angela Montenegro - Gryffindor

Caroline Julian - Gryffindor

Camille Saroyan - Slytherin

Arastoo Vaziri - Ravenclaw

Vincent Nigel-Murray - Hufflepuff

Finn Abernathy - Gryffindor

Colin Fisher - Slytherin

Wendell Bray - Ravenclaw

Daisy wick she shall not be named here - askaban

Once upon a time in... Hollywood

Cliff Booth - Gryffindor

Rick Dalton - Hufflepuff

Sharon Tate - Hufflepuff

The Outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis - Hufflepuff

Ponyboy Curtis - Ravenclaw

Darry Curtis - Gryffindor

Dally Winston - Slytherin

Steve Randle - Hufflepuff

Johnny Cade - Hufflepuff

Two-bit Mathews - Gryffindor

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen - Ravenclaw

Esme cullen - Hufflepuff

Edward Cullen - Ravenclaw

Emmett Cullen - Gryffindor

Rosalie Hale - Slytherin

Alice Cullen - Hufflepuff

Jasper Hale - Gryffindor

Eleazar Denali - Ravenclaw

Carmen Denali - Gryffindor

Tayna Denali - Hufflepuff

Kate Denali - Gryffindor

Irina Denali - Sylthrin

Garrett - Sylthrin or Gryffindor

Benjamin - Hufflepuff

The Great Gastby:

Jay Gastby - Hufflepuff

Nick Carway - Gryffindor

Jordan Baker - Ravenclaw

Dasiy Buchanan - Hufflepuff

Tom Buchanan - Askaban

Once upon a time:

David Nolan - Gryffindor

Snow white - Hufflepuff

Robin Hood - Gryffindor

Killian Jones - Slytherin

Emma Swan - Gryffindor

Regina Mills - Slytherin

Henry Mills - Ravenclaw

Mr. Gold - Askaban

Belle French - Ravenclaw

Ruby - Gryffindor

August Booth - Ravenclaw

Archie Hopper - Hufflepuff

Elvis Presley's movie characters:

Vince Everett - Gryffindor

Chadwick Gates - Ravenclaw

Clint Reno - Hufflepuff

Steve Grayson - Ravenclaw

Ross Carpenter - Hufflepuff

ER:

Doug Ross - Gryffindor

Mark Greene - Ravenclaw

Susan Lewis - Hufflepuff

Peter Benton - Slytherin

John Carter - Hufflepuff

Ocean's 11:

Danny Ocean - Gryffindor

Rusty Ryan - Slytherin

Linus Caldwell - Hufflepuff

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 11

summary: the morning after Tony's party - HEAVY on the fluff here

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: sorry it's been so long since the last update, July was swamped with work and life and i've been swirling with ideas but no time to write them. hopefully updating several times this week!

chapter list/links - xo

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Ouch.

Gianna’s eyes squeezed tight before they even opened. The thin sliver of light pouring into the hotel room through the gap in the blackout curtains had fallen right across her face. Wincing, she rolled away and tugged the covers over her eyes. 

The soft rustling of denim against velvet let her know that someone was in the room, perched in the luxe armchair by the window. Ever the morning person, that Bucky Barnes.

Shit. Bucky.

Gianna froze, tangled in the comforter, as the events of last night came flooding back to her through a champagne haze. Popping champagne on the balcony, drinking games, karaoke on the table, an all-too-seductive bend and snap move on Bucky, and then…shit. 

She buried her face deeper in the covers as if the soft material could take the burn out of her cheeks. The memories kept playing as though on a loop. Sitting on Bucky’s lap, feeling his arms around her, holding his cheek, kissing him. Finally kissing him. Somewhere in her attempt to repress reality, Gianna let out an audible groan. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” 

Slowly, Gianna lifted her head to peek in the direction of Bucky’s low morning voice. He was right where she expected, leaning back in the chair, an open cup of black coffee in his hand. He seemed to feel the opposite of how she did. She felt slow, sluggish, groggy - he looked more lively than she’d ever seen him. She felt shameful and sheepish - he looked merely amused. 

Squinting at him through one eye, Gianna groaned again. 

“Coffee’s on the way. I ordered it when I heard you start to wake up. Should be here any minute. Same with your other saving grace, Tony’s sending one of his nurses to give you an IV pack that’ll have you feeling brand new.”

“My hero.” Her voice sounded gravelly at best as she reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes. As the back of her hands burrowed against her eyelids, Gianna felt the surprising absence of mascara and glitter. Pausing, she looked at her hands to find them devoid of smudged, day-old makeup. 

She glanced at Bucky who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since she woke up. Truthfully, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her all night, but she didn’t know that. 

“You know Kate would kick both our asses if she knew you slept in your makeup.”

Gianna’s heart skipped a beat. 

The thought of her gruff, super soldier, ex-assassin, Avenger bodyguard gently removing her makeup before she slept filled her with warmth. She cracked a smile as she envisioned Bucky gently tugging a makeup wipe out of the package with his metal hand. 

“Thank goodness, I thought you were broken,” Bucky teased. “This is the longest I’ve seen you go without smiling since I’ve known you.”

Gianna rolled her eyes. “I’ve only been up for ten minutes.” 

“Exactly.” 

They locked eyes across the room. Gianna’s smile faded as she searched his blue eyes for any sign of his reaction to the night before, silently pleading with him to be over the moon with her. A knock on the door interrupted the moment. 

Bucky jumped up and strode over to the door as Gianna hung her head. Stupid. Why am I so stupid. She shook her head, trying not to think of the inevitable awkwardness if he didn’t feel the same way about their (her) drunken kiss. How would they do the rest of the tour with that kind of discomfort? What if he left the assignment and sent someone else to replace him?

“Drink up.” She was jolted back to reality by the coffee being offered out to her, which she gladly accepted. The sweet, warm latte was exactly what she needed. Reclining back in bed, Gianna decided she’d give herself the morning to wallow and avoid consequences, and then talk to Bucky later. 

A second knock on the door alerted them to the nurse’s arrival. Bucky let her in and she trailed him into the bedroom. 

“Good morning, Ms. Cruz.” She was a middle aged woman with a stern face, but kind eyes. Her hair was slicked back into a bun and she donned the futuristic Stark Industries scrubs that everyone in his biotech lab wore. 

Gianna smiled. “Good morning, thanks for doing this.” 

“Not a problem. When we hear that Mr. Stark is having company, we prep at least a dozen of these.” She gestured to the bag holding golden fluid. 

The nurse continued to set up the IV equipment next to her bed as Gianna sipped her coffee. There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Bucky spoke. 

“Your call time isn’t until soundcheck at 3, you’ve got time to go back to sleep if you’d like.” 

Glancing over the clock, Gianna saw the glowing numbers tell her it was just after 9:00am. She nodded and settled into the bed, extending her right arm out for the nurse whenever she was ready. 

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He smiled but didn’t speak.  Silently, he walked over to the bed. He tugged the comforter higher over her body and took the coffee back from her hand. 

“You can drink this later. Get some sleep.” 

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As Gianna sat in the makeup chair, she silently thanked Tony Stark for the millionth time that day. She’d woken up several hours later with a small bandage on her arm and no other evidence that she’d felt like a bomb went off in her head that same morning. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she swore that even her skin glowed more now than it ever had. 

Bucky sat on the couch in the dressing room, scrolling on his phone as he waited for the lengthy glam process to finish. His thumb flicked through various social media posts about Gianna and her ‘mysterious new man’. Wanda had texted him a link that morning while Gianna slept and now, in their brief downtime, Bucky found himself lost in the rabbit hole.

He couldn't believe how much attention they were getting, especially from Gianna's teenage girl fans.

"Candy Crush?" Gianna teased.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” She smiled, still finding it simultaneously adorable and hilarious how out of touch Bucky was with pop culture. “Whatcha reading?”

Bucky looked up at her, cheeks flushing. "Just some posts about us," He flipped the phone around so she could see. “Wanda sent one to me, turns out there’s quite a narrative online about you and your mystery man.”

“No way,” Gianna plucked the phone from Bucky’s hand. “What are they saying now -”

She paused, eyes catching a photo of her and Bucky grabbing coffee a few weeks ago. She scrolled and saw another of them arriving at Tony’s place the night before. Scroll. Photo of them smiling at each other backstage. Scroll. Photo of Bucky walking her to their black SUV with his hand on her back. Scroll. A photo shot through the window of a different coffee shop of Gianna laughing at something he’d said.

“What does ‘ship’ mean?” Bucky interrupted her scrolling.

Gianna laughed, feeling a sense of amusement. "It means they want us to be in a relationship," 

Bucky looked at her, feeling a sense of surprise. "Really?".

"Yeah, they think we're cute together," she said, flicking through a few more posts before handing the phone back to him. “Like if you ‘ship’ two people, you’re rooting for them to get together.”

He took the phone back, his brow furrowed.

“For example, I ship Steve and Nat.”

Bucky looked up at her and grinned, seeming to understand. “I guess I do too.” 

He looked back down at his phone and couldn't decide if he was flattered or embarrassed. He wasn't used to being in the public eye, especially not in such a personal way. Over the years, he’d seen dozens of articles about his past, his trials, his pardon. Never any speculation about his love life, not that there had ever been much to speculate about. He was surprised that so many people were interested in their potential relationship.

Gianna seemed to notice his quiet thought process. "If it makes you uncomfortable in any way, we can be more secretive," Her eyes were kind. “I’m used to it, so I don’t really notice any more. We can stop going in public if you -”

Bucky shook his head, cutting her off. "No, I love being seen with you." 

His direct answer seemed to catch them both off guard. Gianna’s stomach filled with butterflies. Even Kate froze, the curling wand clutched in one hand and a lock of Gianna’s hair in the other. She glanced back and forth between the two, wondering how the hell they were the only two people who didn’t seem to realize that the sparks between them could power a small country.

“There are worse things to have people talk about. Trust me.” Bucky spoke again, diffusing the palpable tension in the room.

“Watch out Tom and Zendaya.” Gianna joked, hearing Kate chuckle behind her.

“Who?”

Gianna rolled her eyes. 

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Later that day, as afternoon turned to evening, Gianna sat in her green room. Bucky had gone to grab her water, so she was alone with her thoughts. She picked up her phone and opened her camera roll. Somehow, over the tour, it had been filled with sweet memories. 

As she waited for Bucky to return or for the stage manager to come tell her to get in position, she flicked through the photos, her heart skipping a beat with each happy memory coming back to her. 

Gianna's Camera Roll

When Bucky returned and told her they were ready for her backstage, she tossed her phone into her duffel bag and followed him out the door. 

Something told her that the love songs in her setlist would sound especially convincing tonight.

[ynscrazylife]

in honor of valentine’s day, here are some of my fictional couples i love! (in no particular order)

dani clayton x jamie taylor (the haunting of bly manor), caroline forbes x stefan salvatore (the vampire diaries), addison montgomery x derek shepherd (grey’s anatomy), amelia shepherd x kai bartley (grey’s anatomy), maya bishop x carina deluca (station 19), natasha romanoff x steve rogers (mcu), rose bukater x jack dawson (titanic), nancy wheeler x robin buckley (stranger things), emily prentiss x jennifer jareau (criminal minds), jennifer jareau x will lamontagne (criminal minds), alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen (the house of the dragon), april kepner x jackson avery (grey’s anatomy), arizona robbins x callie torres (grey’s anatomy), bobbi morse x clint barton (marvel comics), bruce wayne x selina kyle (dc), kara danvers x lena luthor (dc), bucky barnes x sam wilson (mcu), dinah lance x oliver queen (dc), amy march x laurie laurence (little women)

[thattechygirl]

About Me

Fandoms (and Ships)

Disney

Phinbella (Phineas x Isabella)

Ferbnessa (Ferb x Vanessa)

Starco (Star x Marco)

TomStar (Tom x Star)

Dipcifica (Dipper x Pacifica)

Pixar

Violet Parr x Tony Rydinger

Luberto (Luca x Alberto)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Harry Potter

Harry x Ginny

Ronmione (Ron x Hermione)

Luna x Neville

WolfStar (Sirius x Remus)

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)

DJWiFi (Nino x Alya)

Lukanette (Luka x Marinette)

NathMarc (Nathaniel x Marc)

JuleRose (Juleka x Rose)

Lukagami (Luka x Kagami)

CheeseCake (Plagg x Tikki)

Marigami (Marinette x Kagami)

My Little Pony

AppleDash (Applejack x Rainbow Dash)

SoarinDash (Soarin x Rainbow Dash)

CheesePie (Cheese Sandwich x Pinkie Pie)

Fluttercord (Fluttershy x Discord)

Flashlight (Flash Century x Twilight Sparkle)

Starburst (Starlight Glimmer x Sunburst)

StarTrix (Starlight Glimmer x Trixie Lulamoon)

RariPie (Rarity x Pinkie Pie)

Octav3 (Octavia Melody x DJ Pon-3/Vinyl Scratch)

LyraBon (Lyra Heartstrings x Bon Bon/Sweetie Drops)

Sonic the Hedgehog

SonAmy (Sonic x Amy)

Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow)

Knuxouge (Knuckles x Rouge)

TailsCream (Tails x Cream)

Silvaze (Silver x Blaze)

ShadAmy (Shadow x Amy)

SonShadAmy (Sonic x Shadow x Amy)

BlazeAmy (Blaze x Amy)

SilvazeAmy (Silver x Blaze x Amy)

Tangle x Whisper

Vanilla x Vector

Super Mario Bros

Mario x Peach

Luigi x Daisy

FNAF

JereMike (Jeremy Fitzgerald x Michael Afton)

Glamrock Fronnie (Glamrock Freddy x Glamrock Bonnie)

Roxica (Roxanne Wolf x Glamrock Chica)

DSAF

DaveSport (Dave Miller x Jack Kennedy)

Polyphone (Harry Fitzgerald x Jake Wilson x Roger Jones)

Matthew Virginia x Oscar Lewinsky

Peterline (Peter Kennedy x Caroline Kennedy)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Doki Doki Squad (Monika x Sayori x Natsuki x Yuri)

Natsuri (Natsuki x Yuri)

Sayosuki (Sayori x Natsuki)

Hello Neighbor

Hamilton: An American Musical

Lams (John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton)

Mullette (Hercules Mulligan x Lafayette)

JeffMads (Thomas Jefferson x James Madison)

Phildosia (Philip Hamilton x Theodosia Burr Jr.)

Hamliza (Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Hamilton)

Elams (Eliza Hamilton x John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton)

SIX the Musical

Sanders Sides

Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)

Logicality (Logan x Patton)

Dukeceit (Remus x Janus)

Remile (Remy x Emile) (Yes, I know that's technically not Sanders Sides)

Animal Crossing

Stardew Valley

Sebastian x Abigail

Haley x Alex

Elliot x Leah

My Farmer x Shane (Yes, I am counting that, lol)

Spyro the Dragon

Dan and Phil/The Phandom

Hobbies

Reading

Writing

Drawing

Listening to music

Playing video games

Watching movies

Watching YouTube

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Imperfect Couple - 17

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: Suicide character.

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Author Note: After this, you will hate Steve more.

Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

"Historic Victory! Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Elected with Record-Breaking Votes."

You stood among the crowd in awe, feeling the gravity of the moment as Bucky stepped up first to take his oath. His right hand rested on the Bible, and his voice was steady, resonating across the packed hall and through the media broadcasted nationwide.

“I, James Buchanan Barnes, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same, and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion.”

He glanced at you briefly, pride mingling with disbelief in his eyes as he finished, “I pledge to faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter, so help me God.”

It was almost surreal, watching Bucky stand here, on the cusp of history. You could hardly believe it. He had done it; he was now the Vice President of the United States.

Then came Steve’s turn. He took his oath with an unwavering focus, his voice rich with conviction:

“I, Steven Grant Rogers, do solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

As Steve finished his oath, the crowd erupted into applause. He stepped forward, eyes fierce with resolve, and gave his inaugural speech. "Today, we embark on a new journey,” he began, his words confident and calculated. “I promise to carve out every rotten part to make this country stronger and more flourishing than ever.” The crowd cheered wildly, the energy of the historic day surging through the masses.

Standing close to Bucky, you leaned toward him and whispered, “I hate him.”

He gave a small, amused smirk, clearing his throat as he pulled you closer, his arm draping protectively over your shoulder. “Stay calm, dear,” he whispered back. “We don’t want your bitter expression captured for posterity.” He pressed his hand gently against your back as you both moved through the crowd.

Across the room, Peggy watched the two of you, noting the way Bucky’s hand never left yours, even when he greeted others. The warmth and easy familiarity between you were evident to all. Peggy, however, stood isolated beside Steve, even as every camera focused on them as the new First Couple. She was now the First Lady, yet she felt utterly invisible.

Because in Steve's eyes, he only looked for Hazel. She remembered the disappointment on his face when he learned that the woman and the little boy were not joining him for the inauguration.

Then Caroline Barnes and her husband Julius approached her, their expressions triumphant. Caroline, with a rare, large smile, was the first to speak. “Congratulations, Peggy,” she said, her tone sweet yet cold.

She’d been Peggy’s confidante for years—long before the politics, the campaigns, and all the layers of public life that followed. They shared memories that went back to the days when they were just two young women navigating life and love, laughing over coffee and late-night conversations.

You couldn’t help but notice Caroline’s rare smile as she looked at you next, her eyes flashing with satisfaction. The silent message was clear: you had fulfilled your promise, standing beside her son as the Vice President’s wife.

Bucky, noticing her cold glare toward you, leaned in and murmured, “Seems like you’ve won her over.”

Just then, Natasha, a familiar figure in her sleek Secret Service uniform, approached you both. Her tone was clipped and professional. “The President would like to see you,” she said, giving you a pointed look.

You felt Bucky tense slightly beside you. As you moved to follow Natasha, Bucky instinctively stepped forward too.

“Alone,” Natasha added, her gaze shifting to Bucky.

You exchanged a confused look with him, both of you uncertain as to why you were being called without him. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. With one last glance, you followed Natasha toward the Oval Office.

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The Oval Office was imposing, vast and elegant. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the room, yet the weight of history and power was palpable in every corner. The walls were lined with portraits of past leaders, and every polished surface seemed to reflect Steve’s ascendant status. He stood before the massive, iconic desk, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of unyielding authority. In this space, he looked like a man who could command nations—a conqueror with the world at his feet.

As you entered, Steve turned, offering you a polished smile that held no warmth. “I imagine you’re wondering why I wanted you here alone,” he said, voice smooth yet laced with an edge that left no room for misinterpretation.

Your thoughts were racing. Being in this room with him—Steve Rogers, the man who had climbed to the highest seat of power while leaving a wake of destruction in his path—felt surreal. You could feel the walls closing in, every inch of the Oval Office amplifying the cold reality of his ambition.

Steve raised a single finger, his tone shifting to one of playful scorn. "Not once did you congratulate me." He let the silence hang, watching you. "I know why. You blame me for your friend’s death.”

Your fists clenched, nails digging into your palms as his accusation hit you. “So you admit it?” you shot back, unable to mask the tremor of anger in your voice.

He scoffed, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “Admit it? That man almost sabotaged the campaign. He betrayed you, and when he paid the price, I’m the one you despise? Most people would thank me.”

The words stung, each syllable a twist of the knife. He continued, almost mockingly, his voice lowering as he leaned slightly forward. “Are you sure you’re up for this fight?” His gaze sharpened, piercing. “Find a better reason to hate me.”

Every word he spoke grated against you, each line deliberately crafted to sting. But you swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your expression steady, refusing to let him see the turmoil swirling inside.

He shook his head, dismissing your anger with a faint chuckle, then leaned back against the desk. “What’s your plan, then? After you bring me down—let’s say you even succeed—what’s next? Do you want Nate to grow up with a criminal for a father?”

Your mind raced, the walls of the Oval Office seeming to close in even further as his words lingered in the air. Steve's gaze was fixed on you, measuring, calculating your silence. And then, as if sensing your hesitation, he gave a triumphant smile, his voice like velvet but colder. “I’m glad we could come to an understanding.”

He turned his back, leaving you standing there, stunned. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Four Months Later

You sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the TV as Steve’s face filled the screen. Every channel was the same, broadcasting praise for him, with pundits and newscasters barely containing their admiration. It was unsettling. The media, usually fierce in their critiques, seemed almost reverent. You clenched your jaw, your annoyance simmering under the polished surface of his televised speeches and the careful flattery of his supporters.

From behind you, Bucky spoke up, his tone casual yet knowing. “That’s why people like him,” he said, coming closer. “He never once said he’d make this country fair or just. But he’s proving himself, little by little.”

You looked up, catching his serious expression. He continued, “Steve knew that every leader who vows fairness and justice ends up being despised as soon as they’re in power. They turn into exactly what they swore they’d destroy.”

You couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of your voice. “So… can we abdicate him?”

Bucky laughed softly. “Abdicate Steve?” He smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Honey, that’s a little extreme, even for you.”

“Steve’s ascension was legitimate. He fits the role, and from what the surveys say, voter turnout was historic.” He paused, meeting your gaze with a measured seriousness. “Overthrowing him would shatter public trust—not just in him, but in the entire government.”

“Would it, though?” you asked, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.

Bucky sighed, crossing over to sit beside you. He rested his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t focus on Steve alone—consider what my position means now too. I’m still seen as ‘the new kid,’ the one who made it here because of him. Plenty of people are watching, eager to see me stumble.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the determination there, but also the caution. Bucky knew the stakes, perhaps even more than you. You could feel the weight he carried, the delicate balancing act of supporting Steve while laying the groundwork for his own ambitions.

He took a deep breath, leaning closer, his voice low and resolute. “People may believe in me, but if we move too fast, we’ll lose them. And I won’t let that happen. I know you believe I could make a good president—and I plan to get there. But…” He paused, looking into your eyes, “we have to be patient.”

You remembered the priest’s words: ‘Believe in God’s timing.’ Patience, the one thing you struggled with most in a situation like this. But you trusted Bucky. You could feel his strength, his restraint, his understanding of the game they were all playing.

Bucky’s gaze softened, but his words were firm. “To succeed, I have to publicly support Steve, at least for now. In politics, loyalty and trust are everything. We need them on our side.”

As you processed his words, a chilling realization sank in. Steve’s mocking question echoed in your mind: “Are you sure you’re a match for me?” He was right—his plans were meticulous, every move calculated for safety. And Bucky was right too. This was a game of patience, timing, and subtlety.

But the question remained: Who would be powerful enough to finally bring Steve down?

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At the White House, Peggy approached the front entrance, only to be stopped by two Secret Service agents, their expressions impassive.

“I'm here to see my husband,” she said, her voice firm, though a tremor betrayed her unease.

One of the agents cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You don’t have clearance to enter.”

She blinked, the words sinking in like a slap. “Excuse me? This is my husband's residence. I have every right to be here.”

The agent’s face remained unreadable. “I understand, but orders are orders. Mr. Rogers specified… no access.”

Humiliated, Peggy took a step back, heat rising to her cheeks as a cold realization struck her: Steve was truly keeping his word. She was being kept out of his life, and now, out of his home. She turned, bitterness flooding her chest, and started down the steps, fighting to keep her composure.

As she walked toward her car, laughter drifted from the garden. Curiosity sparked, and she moved toward a nearby window, peeking inside. There, in the garden, was Steve, laughing as he played with Nate, while Hazel sat on a bench, watching them, her smile soft and warm.

The scene twisted like a knife in Peggy’s heart. They look like a family.

She clenched her fists, forcing down a surge of fury and grief. In a voice barely more than a whisper, she asked the guard at her side, “How often do they come here?”

“Every weekend, ma’am,” the guard replied softly.

Her voice cracked as she stammered, “D-Do they… stay the night?”

The guard’s silence was enough, but he finally nodded, “Yes.”

The words struck her like a blow to the gut. She stays here? She sleeps in the White House? Peggy had never once been allowed to spend the night here, but Hazel—Hazel could? The injustice stung in a way that words couldn’t capture.

On her drive back, the scenes replayed over and over, thoughts like poison seeping into her mind. She remembered a press conference where Steve had passionately pledged to support local manufacturing, calling out Hazel as a shining example.

“Like one designer, Hazel Barnes,” he had said, the admiration in his voice unmistakable. “She’s the kind of woman who understands her privilege and uses it to lift others up. Her business is 100% local, supporting homegrown talent. If we had more people like her, this country would thrive.”

The memory burned, the admiration in his tone a raw wound. Not once had he praised her. Not when he was in the military, not when he became governor, not when he ran for Senate, and certainly not now, when he was president. Hazel was now his example, his ideal, the woman he chose to highlight.

By the time she finally reached home, it was close to midnight. She entered the house in a daze, weary from her own broken heart. Yet despite the pain, she clung to her duties, driven to exhaustion by a schedule that seemed never-ending. As she set her bag down, her assistant approached her, offering a warm, sympathetic smile.

“The twins had a good day today,” her assistant said softly. “They finished their study sessions and met with the psychiatrist. They’re making great progress."

Peggy’s tired eyes softened at the news. “Thank you. That’s… that’s wonderful.” She gave a slight nod, the smallest glimmer of peace settling in her chest.

Quietly, she made her way to the twins’ room and opened the door to find them still awake, caught in the glow of a handheld game console.

“Hi, Mom,” one of them greeted her, quickly hiding the console behind his back. Both boys looked at her with guilty smiles, expecting a reprimand.

But instead of scolding them, she stepped forward, placing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads before wrapping her arms around them in a rare, tender hug.

“Mom?” they asked, voices laced with concern as they took in her weary expression.

She managed a small, tired smile. “I’m just… tired. That’s all.”

One of the boys squeezed her hand. “Take a hot bath, Mom. We’ll make you some milk with honey.”

The gesture nearly brought tears to her eyes. “Thank you, boys,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Thank you so much.”

They left, shooting her worried looks over their shoulders as they went downstairs to prepare her drink. Peggy moved into her room, slipping off her heels and sitting at her vanity, removing her makeup with slow, methodical movements, as though going through the motions might somehow soothe her mind.

A knock came at her door, and she turned to see the twins standing there with a warm mug in hand, faces bright with concern. She mustered a smile, taking the milk from them. “Thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “It’s delicious.”

The twins lingered, watching her carefully, but after a moment, they seemed reassured. She looked the same as always—tired, maybe a little worn—but still their mother. With quiet “goodnights,” they slipped away to their room, leaving her alone in the silence of her own thoughts.

Peggy finished the drink, placing the empty mug down with trembling hands. She reached into her desk drawer, fingers brushing over an object she hadn’t touched in months. She pulled it out slowly, staring down at it for a long, heavy moment before standing and making her way to the bathroom.

She undressed and stepped into the hot bath, letting the warmth soak her weary body. But as the heat wrapped around her, it couldn’t reach the coldness embedded in her heart. She leaned her head back, staring up at the ceiling, her mind swirling with everything she had once hoped for Steve, all the faith she'd placed in him.

He was supposed to be different. She’d thought that becoming president would have brought out wisdom and fairness in him, but instead, he clung to his principles, more ruthless than ever. Memories of the admiration in his voice when he praised Hazel flooded her thoughts, a contrast so sharp it was almost cruel. Steve had never looked at her that way, never spoken her name with that warmth, that pride.

For a moment, her mind drifted to Bucky and you, the loyalty he had shown you, unwavering, year after year. In the past five years, through everything, he had remained faithful, and you had accepted him fully, supporting him in ways Peggy could hardly fathom. She had never known that kind of love with Steve.

She looked down at her wrist, fingers tightening around the object from her desk. Her phone lay beside her, and she typed a short message before putting it aside. She traced the edge of the object against her wrist, whispering, “I’ll set you free.” Her voice was barely audible, fragile against the silence.

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At 2 a.m., Steve was pulled from sleep by the sound of his bedroom door opening. He sat up, irritation flashing in his eyes, ready to reprimand whoever had dared disturb him. But then he saw Natasha standing there, her face pale, eyes wide with urgency.

“Mr. President… I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice tight, “but this is very urgent.”

A chill crept through him as her words seemed to hang in the air. He got out of bed and followed her, feeling as though he was moving through a thick fog.

Moments later, Steve found himself staring down at Peggy in the bathtub, her body pale and lifeless, the water around her a deep, dark red. His knees buckled, and he collapsed beside her, reaching for her, his arms wrapping around her as if he could somehow bring her back.

“Peggy…” he whispered, his voice breaking. He tightened his hold on her, feeling the unbearable weight of the silence that filled the room.

The twins, William and Charles, stood just outside, tears streaming down their faces, unable to fully grasp the scene before them. They looked at their mother, broken and cold, the life drained from her, and their father, on his knees, clutching her like a lifeline.

Natasha cleared her throat, eyes averted as she whispered, “Mr. President… we should make an announcement.”

Steve’s head snapped up, his eyes sharp and commanding. “Stop.” The firmness in his voice was absolute, leaving no room for argument.

The room fell into stunned silence.

“Tell the public that the First Lady has collapsed from exhaustion,” Steve said coldly. “She was tireless, supporting me without a moment’s rest. Now… she’s taking time to recover.”

The twins’ eyes widened, shock and betrayal mingling with their grief.

“Dad?!” William’s voice cracked, staring at his father in disbelief.

“It would be disastrous for this country to know that the First Lady took her own life,” Steve continued, his tone as unyielding as steel. “It would tarnish her memory. She’d be seen as unstable, weak. This is for her legacy, for the image she worked so hard to uphold.”

The twins shook their heads, voices choked with pain. “No. Mother isn’t like that. She’s not some unstable woman.”

Steve knelt beside them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, his voice soft but unyielding. “Boys, trust me. This is for the best. We want people to remember your mother’s dedication, her strength. Not… this.”

He pulled them into an embrace, eyes glistening as he held them close, as if his grip alone could silence their pain. Over their shoulders, his gaze drifted back to Peggy’s lifeless form, his expression unreadable. For a split second, a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he thought, Her sacrifice won’t be forgotten.

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