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[animezinglife]

One-shots/ficlets, headcanons, scenarios, moodboards, and more below the cut.

NOTE: This post also features content for other characters. Scroll to the bottom of the list for more.

Ficlets:

What’s in the Rain - (G) Lucien finds Elain alone watching the rain. Short and sweet for a rainy day mood. (Bonus moodboard here)!

A Dance in Winter - (E) While visiting the Winter Court leading up to Solstice, Elain and Lucien find some time alone. Smut, but sweet.

The Dance of Day - (E) It’s not the first time Elain thinks she could get used to the perks of the Day Court, even if she can't get her mate out of her mind. A glimpse of Elain and Lucien at the Day Court. Smut, but sweet. (Bonus moodboard here)!

Secrets in the Night - (T) If there's anything Elain's learned during her time in Prythian, it's that some secrets are best kept hiding in plain sight. A short Elucien ficlet with a dash of Regencycore.

Sounds of Summer - (T) Time seems to move more slowly in the Summer Court, and Lucien and Elain take in every second. A short, quiet scene of the two in Summer.

The Song of Spring - (G) With party preparations underway, Elain and Lucien spend a quiet moment together in Spring. A short-and-sweet fic with a sprinkle of Spring healing.

The Fires of Eventide - (E) A quiet evening. A secluded cottage in Spring. Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Smut, but sweet.

Late Nights in Summer - (T) Lucien tends to Elain after she has a bit too much to drink. Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Short and sweet.

-> BONUS: Gifts of the Sea, a companion one-shot to Late Nights in Summer following Tarquin and his mate, Acelia (OC). A special moodboard can be found here.

The Ways We Mend - (E) When Lucien returns with an injury, Elain considers other ways they've healed. Written for Elucien Week 2024.

Legacies in Gold - In the aftermath of Beron's defeat, the High Lord of Autumn embraces a new vision for his life. Background Elucien. Written for Eris Week 2024.

Scenarios and Headcanons:

Casual Picnic Dates

Around the House

Soft Concepts

Little, Tender Moments

Sweet-and-Mildly-Spicy

“Dressed-Down” Lucien

The Lady of Autumn + Elucien

Spicy Elucien Headcanon/Short Scenario 

Elain + Lucien’s Hair (short scenario)

Elucien and Calanmai

Domestic Elucien Headcanons

Elucien Archery Scenario

Elucien vs. Nosy Sisters

Spicy Solstice Scenario

Sweet Solstice Headcanon (Mistletoe)

Adopting a Pet

Post-Bond Headcanons (Elain and Lucien in the Honeymoon Phase)

Helion and Lucien (includes some Elucien) Headcanons

Lucien Looking Out for the Ladies

Graysen Tries to Embarrass Elain

“Elain Visits” Series (Aesthetics/Moodboards):

Elain visiting Day

Elain visiting Night

Elain visiting Winter

Elain visiting Spring

Elain visiting Autumn

Elain visiting Summer | Version 2

Other/Misc. Content:

Modern/Cottagecore Elain Moodboard | Version 2 (Wildflowers Quote)

Thoughts: Another Take on Elain Shutting Down

Thoughts: The Extra Chapter, Azriel, and Elucien

Picrew Edit (ElenaA)

Other Characters (Moodboards):

Gwyneth Berdara

Emerie

Next Gen Headcanons:

Nyx: General Headcanons, Annual Snowball Fight, Thunderstorms, Learning to Read/Write

Nessian Kids: "Girl Dad" Cassian, Nessian Daughter's First Date

[obxone]

Vigilante Shit (Chapter One)

Edited-ish. ~2.1k words

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There are more reasons than not for you to reframe from returning to Kildare. But the one reason for you to come back needs you more than you even know. Another summer is starting, and this time, you are going to be stronger and more vigilant. You are going to take care of the one person that matters more to you than anything. Your baby brother, JJ Maybank. He is 16 and alone because Luke is in jail for smuggling. He is looking at five years incarcerated and not taking it seriously, which leaves you to do it for him. Your return is important. You know you cannot backtrack and fall into the darkness.

You wave politely at the deck crew of the ferry you are leaving. The sound of your tires hitting the pavement solidifies that you are back in the OBX. The first stop is Heyward’s because you know that the house is likely disgusting and without supplies for food or cleaning. The roads are all the same, but the scenery is not. So many new luxury houses dot the coastline, and signs promising luxury neighborhoods just minutes from the beach litter the side of the roads.

Two years. You have been gone two years, and it looks so different in Figure 8. The more upscale part of the island would likely encroach on The Cut if not for the bridge that creates the divide. The familiarity of the graffitied bridge and signs, smaller house, and your childhood promise limited change on this side of the island.

Heyward’s comes into view as you turn onto the road leading to the docks. A smile tugs at your lips. You are home. You park the car and slip out, aware that no one knows you are coming or here. Not even JJ. You had intervened before DCS could, promising to look after your brother until Luke is released or JJ becomes of age.

As you enter the store and push your sunglasses up onto your head, you spy Pope and Heyward talking while filling ice bins with fresh seafood. You smile at the father and son banter they share. Heyward is laughing at something Pope says with such animation.

“Y/n?”

You spin to see Mrs. Heyward looking at you. You tense, waiting for her reaction.

“It is you!” She crosses the space between you to pull you into a hug. Surprise colors your face at her excited reaction. She squeezes you tightly, rubbing your back. “It’s about time you came home!” She pats your hand before squeezing both in her own. “JJ keeps us updated, but we always have to ask that boy.”

You laugh in relief, glancing to see both Pope and Heyward looking into the store. Pope’s mouth drops open in shock, and Heyward wags his finger at you with a laugh.

“We are so proud of you!” Mrs. Heyward continues leading you further into the store. “You got your life back on track. You have always been such a smart girl with promise! And so beautiful,” she praises you, brushing your strawberry blonde locks back over your shoulder so that she can get a clear view of your face. “Just like your mother. You have her eyes.”

You smile in appreciation at her. “Thank you.”

“Hey!” Pope grins, hugging you next. You squeeze him back. “JJ didn’t say anything.”

“Because he doesn’t know.”

Pope’s eyes widen, and you giggle.

“I’m hoping to get unpacked and the house cleaned up before he finds out.” You turn to Heyward. “And I came to my favorite shop to get the stuff I need. I hope that is okay.”

“Of course, Sweetheart!” He hugs you next before glancing at his wife. “We have to let the past go at some point, and we know you have mended your ways.”

You smile weakly, glancing at the wall where your picture used to hang, banning you from shopping at the store. “That means a lot to me.”

He grins, glancing around. “So, what do you need? If I don’t have it, I can get it for you.”

“Perfect!” You beam and fish out the list you had comprised on the ferry. “I think this will put a dent in what needs to be done.”

He takes the list and walks away with Mrs. Heyward to start gathering items before you can object to them doing it for you. Pope is staring at you like he thinks you will vanish if he so much as blinks.

“Where is he?” You ask. “Do you know?”

“Island Club. His shift ends in about an hour.”

“Great, do you think he’ll come home or go to the Chateau?”

“Chateau, but I can bring him over there if you need.”

“That is okay. I’ll probably stop by there with dinner for you guys if that works.”

Pope smiles. You knew their routine after texting JJ during the past few weeks after hearing about Luke and Big John. You also know that if the Heywards or Carreras do not feed them, then they likely do not eat as they should.

“So… how are you going to handle the Barry situation?” Pope asks. His voice is low, mindful of his parents gathering your items.

You close your eyes for a second. The past tugs at you as you think about your ex. Flashes of your relationship roll through you, and you tense at the faint feelings of cocaine in your system and his body on yours. “Avoid him.”

He shrugs. “That’ll might work for now, but you’ll cross paths eventually.”

“Especially if Luke owes him money.”

“Which he probably does.”

You frown, thinking about the money in your bank account. Most of it is for college to cover what the scholarship does not, and the rest is to get JJ’s life back to some semblance of normal. Not for Luke’s cocaine addiction.

“I’ll need to find a job soon. Do you know anyone hiring?”

“The Wreck… maybe.”

You swallow, looking away. “The Carrera’s place? Fat chance they’ll hire me.”

You did not have a criminal record, but you did get damn close when you were JJ and Pope’s age. You had torn Kildare apart in your destructive year. All the trauma, rage, and disappointment had turned you into someone you never wish to see again. But even without the criminal record, people still knew what you had done and said during that time—especially the Heyward family and the Carrera family. You shudder, wiping away the tainted memories of your last year on Kildare before you were sent away to get better.

Pope’s smile turns sad. “You’ve changed. Look at my parents.”

You hum before smiling a little. “JJ could probably help me get something at the Island Club, right?”

“Yeah,” Pope nods quickly. “Or Kie and Sarah can. Being members and all.”

“Sarah?” You ask, eyebrows raising in surprise.

Pope chuckles and rubs his forearm due to the awkward shift. “Yeah… John B and her have something going on.”

“A lot has changed.” You murmur, glancing as Mrs. Heyward calls for you while beginning to ring up items. You pat Pope’s chest. “See you tonight?”

“Sure!” He grins, and you hurry over to the counter while fishing out your wallet.

“Total is $78.95.” She smiles at you, and you hand her your card. “Is the plan still for you to go college? I remember the day JJ told us. He was so proud of his big sister.”

“Yes.” You smile, leaning up on your toes to grab two paper bags after tucking your card away. “I have a scholarship to Chapel Hill in the fall.”

“Congratulations!” She beams, and Heyward grins from beside you as he takes more bags. “What do you think you’ll study?”

“I think I want to double major. English Literature and Education.”

“Oh!” Heyward playfully teases. “We have a future English professor on our hands.”

“Hopefully,” you supply, and they join you in laughter. “Thank you both again. For letting me shop and for the positive words. It means a lot to me.” You tell Heyward as he walks out with you to your car. “I’m really sorry for all the things I did in my past. That girl was broken and a disaster.”

Heyward smiles at you after he drops the bags in your trunk and closes it. “It was a cry for help we all missed, Sweetheart.”

You frown, glancing at the gravel under your feet. “Still, I was awful.”

Heyward sighs before hugging you again. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a fresh start now.”

You pat his shoulder before leaving for home. Pope’s question about Barry surfaces again, and you frown, thinking about what you would do if Luke owed him money. You would not resort to your old ways. Not this time.

You close your eyes briefly before opening them again after you park in front of the house. Barry was dirty, dark, and beautiful magic for you when you were 16 and angry at the world. But now you are 18, levelheaded, and ready to break the curse your last name seemed to make you carry like a burden.

The hour seems to fly by as you focus on unpacking the car, starting laundry on bedding, and cleaning out the kitchen. The screen door swings open with a jerk, and a loud voice asking who is here calls out.

You round the corner to see JJ with a crowbar in his hand, raised high. “Are you planning to murder me, little brother?”

“Oh shit!” The crowbar drops to the floor with a loud bang, and JJ is hugging you. You hug him back tightly. “What?!”

“Surprise!” You giggle and take a step back. “I thought you would go to the Chateau, so I was going to surprise everyone with dinner later.”

“I needed more clothes,” he mumbles, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “Holy shit!” He laughs and hugs you again. “How long are you here for?”

“For good,” you supply, and he follows you into the kitchen to see the counters littered with everything from the cabinets as you sort through expired items and random broken stuff that was tucked away at some point. You look up at him as you lift a broken car part. “Why was this in the fridge?”

JJ shrugs, hands stuffing into his pockets. “Dad when he was drunk, probably.”

“Mm,” you hum and set it back down. He watches you, and you can feel the tension thicken a little. “Are you okay with me being here?”

JJ nods, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, this is your home too.”

You smile a little and open the fridge to show him the stocked contents. “I can get more stuff. Just let me know what you like, okay?”

“All right,” he agrees. “So… why did you come back. I thought you were going to NYU in the fall?”

“I was,” you agree, wiping off a cleared section of the counter space. “But DCS informed me that they were going to take you into foster care since Dad was picked up for smuggling. I knew you would not go, and I would prefer you to stay out of juvey.” You look up at him. “OBX is your home. I am your guardian for now. So, I’m here, and you are staying in the OBX.”

JJ smiles a little, and you do not miss the tears welling in his eyes.

“No,” you say with a shake of your head and look away. The threat of tears burning your own. “It’s what family does, Jay. Don’t make me cry.”

He crosses the room, pulling you another hug. “What about school?”

“Chapel Hill offered me a scholarship, and I accepted. I’ll go to campus two days a week in the fall, and my other classes are online.”

“You would do that for me?”

“I will do anything for you.” You take a step away and wipe away the tears. He does the same. “I would really like it if you would come home and stay here with me. I know the Chateau is where you’ve been staying, but this is home. I’m going to get it cleaned up, okay?”

“Sure,” he nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. “The pogues and I can come to help.”

You smile at him. “Thank you. Do you need laundry done today?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ll change and go get the pogues, then we’ll come help, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile and squeeze his arm in appreciation. “We can get takeout and play cards like old times too.”

“As long as Pope doesn’t cheat,” he laughs, and you join in before he hurries to his bedroom. You smile with excitement that you have your little brother back bubbling inside you.

(Chapter Two)

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The Mechanical Galaxy: Episode 6

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ㅤㅤ╰ GENSHIN VARIOUS X READER — a story about another reality where you play the game of life and death in the middle of a messy conspiracy bleeding into your court ...

SUMMARY !

"THEY HAVE WARNED YOU SO: THE HIGHER THE CLIMB, THE MORE PERILOUS THE FALL—"

The ducal house of Feiyun is known best for one thing and one thing only: wealth; and in the Liyue Empire where transactions are blood and life themselves, wealth is power. You are the eldest daughter of House Feiyun, born with a golden spoon and an ignorance fostered by the blinding shimmer of the Feiyun ambition. You meet an unfortunate demise when your fiancé was found to be colluding with the survivors of the fallen kingdom, Khaenri'ah. In your last moments, you utter the first and only prayer you have made in your short but extravagant life: "Let time be undone that I may wash these treacherous roads with the blood of my transgressors!"

"—BUT AFTER BEARING THROUGH THE FLAMES OF HELL, WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO FEAR?"

NOTES !

a semi-chronological set of stories about reader's life after the time regression

contains mature and graphic themes. read at your discretion.

heavily inspired by historical manhwas and loosely references real events

by nature, pretty historically inaccurate

reader uses she/her pronouns and wears gowns and dresses

to be updated every fridays ; gmt+8

main story can be accessed in ao3 but non-plot relevant/extra scenarios and headcanons will be posted here

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ㅤㅤLAST UPDATE: 07/21/23 (LÍNG — A CLOUDLESS NIGHT.)

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[tsubaki94]

Hey! Just binge read your disabled phantom AU and I absolutely love it!!! Your panel composition and pacing is amazing and I'm very excited to see how you incorporate Danny's powers further! :D

You may already be aware of this, but while reading I found out that the post links and masterpage links from around chapter 2 page 25 onwards don't work at all. The error message that comes up makes it look a bit like the posts don't exist but I was able to see them fine from scrolling down your blog. So idk what tumblr was doing there

Have a great day/night! :)

Good morning ^^

Thank you for your lovely comment it makes me happy to hear that people notice the work I put into making the story flow through the panels. (It's a bit hard sometimes to find a suitable composition)

As to the links not working correctly, I hadn't been made aware of this before so thank you for alerting me to the problem. I Belive it's something Tumblr did that changed things but I have updated the links on each page and the master post so it should all be working again.

Once again, thanks for the comment and have a lovely day/night ^^

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[anthracite-writes]

Hey, just a general update -

I know I haven't been updating like... at all, that's because I've been working on a ton of fics to keep backlogged along with the requests I've gotten inn my inbox since haha - I go back for college in a couple weeks from writing this.

With the workload I have for my fall term, def. won't have time to actually write fics or fulfill requests in a timely manner. So apologies in advance.

Updates consist of mostly one shots and HCs/blurbs I wrote on a whim [both NSFW and SFW], along side requests that have been in my inbox/backlogged finished requests.

Other than that, I do plan to update some of my terms and add a couple more pages on here regarding what fandoms i write for and making a new masterpage since I kinda want to write one-shots and blurbs for Twisted Wonderland and Hetalia at some point.

Anyway, yeah.

TL;DR - Updates will become less frequent once September rolls around because of my major in College workload. Plans to write for other fandoms [Hetalia and Twisted Wonderland]

[tenspontaneite]

Kind of a dick move for me to ask but are you going to upload ch 24 of paper planes onto ao3? I am only asking cus ch 24 is here on tumblr and not on ao3 as its on ch23 not 24.

See this ask here:

https://tenspontaneite.tumblr.com/post/628896888749441024/hello-i-was-doing-another-re-read-of-paper

I don't plan on putting that chapter up until the day there's a new chapter for Tumblr too.

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[zer0carrds]

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[chaseadrian]

Thank you for the advice! You mentioned a masterlist...do you know if a masterlist can be a page on your blog or does it have to be a text post? How do you people keep their masterlist organized?

I hope the questions aren't too much, thank you again!

they're not too much dw!! you can do whatever you want honestly like, i have both personally. my masterlist is just an organized text post with almost everything i've written (im sure some headcanons have slipped through the cracks) and i keep it updated whenever i write smth new and it's pinned on my blog so ppl are immediately directed to my writing

and i also have a masterpage which is a bit neater and prettier and i don't keep it as frequently updated bc im a mess but it has longer descriptions and a more in depth look at just my fics

im a big fan of organization if you couldn't tell lol but do whatever feels right for you

[obxone]

i’m not sure if it’s a problem on my end but i can’t click on any links on your masterpage

I think there is an issue with links after a tumblr glitch last week. I’ll try to relink this afternoon and see if that can fix it.

**Update - It looks like it may be the tumblr app itself. I opened all of them fine on the browser on my computer. I'm not sure how to fix that unfortunately.

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

The Mechanical Galaxy: Episode 7

Sorry we’re late! Life got in the way again. Next update is Sept. 2. Thank you for your patience!

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[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back (Chapter 1)

Summary: About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader / Steve Rogers x Female Reader (briefly)

Warning: This story has a lot; Cheating, heavy angst, drama, lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, unplanned pregnancy, contracted marriages, pinning, very strong language, minor character death, abuse of power, refrences to depression, betrayal, love triangle, PTSD, and heavy SMUT. 

A/N: Most of this is already written on my other link. I personally didn’t want to upload it to Tumblr just because I’m not good at managing two platforms at once. But after getting several messages, I’ve decided to upload it here. Someone pointed out to me that not everyone reads stories on AO3 so I should try take advantage of the opportunity to put it somewhere where more people could read it! I’ll be updating this Masterlist daily (2 to 3 chapters a day) since most of it is already written. That is all I will do in a day since most of the chapters are very long.

[Prologue] Chapter word count:  1640

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Bucky Barnes was humming Bohemian Rhapsody while he reached his arm out to grab a carton of milk from the fridge. His left hand wore his golden ring, like five thousand pounds of disruptive vindication.

The hand barely wrapped its way around the jug handle when a familiar voice made him yelp, causing him to bang his head on the top shelving of the refrigerator.

He was sure his wife had gone to the office early that morning, like she usually did, to catch up on some paperwork that remained to be due at the end of the month; he recognized that she wouldn't pass up the opportunity at an opening for another promotion.

Naturally, he figured he'd spend his morning alone, so it was no surprise that a second voice in the quiet space caused him to jump about with one foot into the air, his heart beating at nearly one hundred beats per second.

A soft and feminine chuckle echoed through the large and open kitchen.

A deep groan left his lips as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head, the flesh there, hot to the touch.

Shamefully, he spun around to see Ashlyn leaning on the kitchen island, a small smile playing on her pretty rosy lips.

His eyebrows furrowed together.

"I thought you were gone," he mumbled.

She eyed him up and down with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, about that, change of plans."

Bucky stretched out his right arm as he used his left hand to roll the sleeve of his tight white dress shirt up to his elbow, which still held a lingering tan from the summertime.

Walking up to the counter, he does the same thing with his other arm, switching the milk from hand to hand as he does so.

Ashlyn's smile dropped slightly, and Bucky raised a brow, noticing her changed worried demeanor.

Slowly, he sat the cold milk down next to his white bowl and then crossed his arms - leaning forward on the cold counter. 

Not allowing his eyes to drift away from hers, he moved in until their faces were inches apart, and he watched her intently.

She averted her gaze, looking everywhere, except for at him.

"What's going on?" He demanded, voice dripping with concern.

Ashlyn bit her bottom lip.

He peered down at her finger, drawing his attention as it traced an invisible drawing onto the marble countertop. Her gel nails were rosy pink, a ring fairly similar to his on her left hand.

"You know my sister, Y/N?" After a moment of hesitation, she spared a glance up at Bucky.

The millisecond your name rolled off her tongue, it's like a butcher knife was jammed into his lower chest, very slowly dragging its way up to his throat.

There could be a multitude of reasons why Ashlyn would bring you up, but the one he feared the most, he quickly opted out because she hadn't killed him yet. 

The thought, the fucking reminder of that day, of you, made everything different again. Things hadn't been different in five years, and they weren't supposed to be, not now.

Especially not now.

To say he was distraught by his wife's question was an understatement. He was unquestionably moments away from cardiac arrest or, at the least, some form of mental breakdown. He hated you. He took secret therapy sessions for the first few months of his marriage because of you.

Ashlyn knew the two of you didn't get along; she just never knew why. It was weird because the first year and a half that she'd dated Bucky, you'd both gotten along exceptionally well.

Actually, looking back, you were categorically best friends. But then one day, he was avoiding your name in every conversation, settling for the titles of her, she, or your sister.

Whenever anyone brought you up, he would subtly change the topic at hand. He even wanted to have thanksgiving with just his family instead of with yours. Ashlyn had considered asking you what happened that made Bucky completely detest you, but she was afraid for some reason.

She didn't know why.

She eventually decided not to delve into it any further and made sure you were both never in the same room together.

But your call changed everything.

You had called her two days ago, crying your eyes out and begging to stay with her for a bit, until everything was "okay again". Ashlyn figured it had to be severe if you were willing to stay in the same home as the man who couldn't stand you. So, of course, she said yes.

Plus, you were her little sister.

"Yeah... I know Y/N." His tone was hesitant and uncertain. It was apparent he did not want to know what he was about to.

"Well," Ashlyn started, hoping she wasn't making a big mistake. She brought her slightly trembling hands to her mouth and took a deep breath. There was something in her husband's eyes as he waited for her to speak; she couldn't tell what it was. "Some things went wrong, back home, and she doesn't have a place to live."

"No," He snarled.

He didn't even let her finish, his head snapping away from her, his that one word hanging between them.

She knew getting him to agree to her request wouldn't be easy, but now the slightly tricky part was over.

Now the begging commenced.

"Babe, come on. It'll only be for a bit."

His mind was running on horsepower now. He began spewing out excuses and any bullshit he could think of, anything to turn Ashlyn against her stupid idea.

Memories flashed in his mind, awful tear-jerking memories. Memories of your voice, your skin, and the way your hips moved against his. Red clouded his vision.

His words spewed out.

"I don't trust her, Ashlyn."

His eyes were blurry as he scanned his and Ashlyn's massive living room. The high ceilings only made the whites of the walls more glorious, and the charcoal wood floors stretched from the open kitchen into the living room, creating an inviting but also sophisticated space.

His eyes panned over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the entire south side of the apartment. The extravagance of it all, that must be why you wanted to move in.

His voice raised a few octaves as your possible motives dawned on him.

"So, all of a sudden, after we just moved into our new penthouse, she wants to move in here too?" He puts air quotes around 'all of a sudden' for emphasis, an angry snarl taking over his features. "It's so obvious what her intentions are, babe. I don't know how you're falling for this."

Ashlyn's face fell, voice smaller somehow.

"I highly doubt that's why." She says.

Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically and dropped his arms to his sides.

"You're my wife. I love you. But she's my sister-in-law that I refuse to remember exists. Did you forget that?"

She was the angry one now as she stood taller on her feet.

"Look. I'll never understand why you hate each other the way you do. But it would be best if you got the hell over it, Bucky. She's my baby sister, and she has nowhere to live."

Bucky breathed harshly, silently contemplating her words. Nervously, he ran a hand through his hair. An overwhelming amount of emotions had hit him the moment Ashlyn said your name; when she had followed that with the idea of you moving in, panic began to set in. Now, with every passing second, the feelings were building, and he could no longer control it.

He gazed over at the living room, the piano, the stairs, the elevator, and the foyer one more time. 

You were going to be there.

You were supposed to stay in the past. 

There was no way there weren't other motives behind your coming to stay with them; you always had an ulterior motive. There were a million possibilities of what you could be up to, the thought making his fury swell, leaving the pit of his stomach in knots.

Ashlyn noticed how Bucky was turning an odd shade of red; she began to grow worried.

She walked around the counter and took Bucky's face in her hands. She lures his eyes away from the home decor, and then finally, he stared down at her.

He let a decadent breath escape his lips, and he leaned his forehead against hers. Ashlyn allowed the calm to overtake her, too, lowering her voice to just above a whisper.

"Bucky, it'll be fine. It won't even be for long, only until she finds a place to resettle."

She ran a tentative thumb across the top of his cheekbones.

He itched his forehead, a nervous tick of his, his tongue clicking in annoyance soon after.

"Does she at least have a job?"

He figured, if you had somewhere to be, that'd mean less chance of seeing you for most of the day. And surely you would make enough money to find a place of your own, sooner rather than later.

"She's going to start looking at soon as she gets here."

Bucky growled lowly as he looked at his milk and bowl, appetite swiftly vanishing.

A raging fire ignited in his gut.

"She better not think I'm going to give her one."  

After a beat, he demanded to know how much time he had to collect his thoughts, to control his emotions. He was afraid he didn't have enough.

”When does your sister get here? I'm assuming you told her yes before you even asked me."

Ashlyn didn't take offense to his tone because he was right.

"She'll be here tonight."

Bucky let her words marinate for a couple of seconds and then nodded, his reluctant concession causing a small smile to form on Ashlyn's face.

She stepped forward and kissed Bucky on his forehead before announcing that she would step out to run some errands and then catch up on work later that night.

By the time she was halfway to the elevator, he was already leaning on his arms over the sink. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. 

He hadn't seen you since the night before his wedding day, five years ago.

All those emotions he had been harboring down for years suddenly came rushing back, in the form of bile rising in his throat. 

He swallowed it down, thickly.

"Also, I haven't told her about the baby yet. So, try not to mention it for a couple of days." Ashlyn called back.

The elevator dinged, and then she was gone.

 Part 2

[thebuckysoldier]

Identical Mosters - chapter 8

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The reader is new at the compound and doesn’t talk to anyone there. She befriends Bucky over a shared trauma all while trying to find her own place in the compound.

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: lack of food, angry Steve

A/N: Freaking finally, i finally wrote an update? Is this really happening? I guess it is. So please enjoy, to make up for the very long wait i made this chapter a bit longer then usual.

Identical Monsters - masterpage

(GIF is not mine)

The mission the next day went by quickly, the intel had been the tiniest bit wrong but everyone improvised a little and made it work. Meaning, it didn’t go by flawlessly, but it definitely could have been worse. That being said, that is also how you ended up here, on the way back on the quinjet, getting yelled at by Steve with multiple people around the table.

“Y/N what you did was reckless and dangerous” Steve’s voice sounded loud, very annoyed and also a bit angry.

“Sam could have handled himself. You had your own assignment, which, granted, you already finished it but your assignment clearly said to go back to the quinjet when done.” He continued yelling at you.

Sam was on the other side of the quinjet, Bruce was with him to take care of his wounds. It didn’t look pretty, but he’ll survive, that’s what Bruce said. At most he’d be unable to join in on missions for the next 3 months.

When you were on your way back, doing exactly as Steve had told you to do, you ran into Sam. He was being cornered but multiple guys and it didn’t look good for him. You knew what your mission was, your instructions were strict and clear, straight back to the quinjet. But, Sam needed help. So you did the latter, the two of you fought and fought, and eventually Steve found the two of you when you were about to fight of a guy at least triple your size who was about to attack Sam from behind. Steve helped out but you already knew he wasn’t happy. You just wanted to do good, you wanted to help.

“We don’t trade lives around here, Y/n.” The way he had said it caused a shiver to run down your spine. That was also the moment Bucky lost it. He had been sitting behind you, not wanting to interfere. He didn’t know if you’d want him to or not. But he couldn’t handle it anymore, not with the way Steve had been screaming at you. You didn’t deserve to be screamed at like this, you’d done well. Bucky didn’t know how much worse Sam would have been  if you hadn’t been there, probably a lot worse.

Bucky stood up as quickly as he could, slamming his fist down on the surface of the table, shocking everyone around it. Bucky then proceeded to point at Steve with the same hand he had just hit the table with. Through gritted teeth out of anger he spoke to Steve in a low voice.

“Don’t yell at her like that, Steve.”

Bucky’s voice almost sounds threatening. Steve is taken aback, it was very clear to see. Turns out Bucky hadn’t talked to him after all. You were touched by Bucky’s action, thankful as well. Steve obviously cared a lot about what Bucky thought, I guess that’s what you get for being friends since childhood. It was as if Bucky’s words had woken him up, Steve shut up immediately.



Your hand touched Bucky’s forearm, the one that wasn’t made out of vibranium, telling him that you were okay, you were all right. Your action shocked him, the soft skin of your palm felt good against his skin. Your hands were cold compared to him, but that might have been because he felt like you had just set of fire inside of him. You had touched him, willingly. He then looked at your face, trying to find any emotion and what he found was gratefulness alongside a small smile. It was nice to see you smile.

Steve was shocked by the interaction unfolding right on the other side of the table. He hadn’t seen nor suspected the two of you to interact. Steve turned around, but not before saying a last few words.

“You’re off missions. You’re not ready.”

His words hit you like a truck. It hurt. This was exactly what you were afraid of. Steve had taken an insecurity of yours and played right into it.

The first thing your mind thought was that he was right. You had disobeyed orders. You knew your tasks and choose to ignore them. Sam would never need your help, he was very capable of taking care of himself. Why would he ever need someone like you, a monster, to help him?

You gave Bucky another grateful smile, but to him you looked more devastated then anything else. You turned away from him too, only to catch the eyes of Natasha, reminding you of the mistakes you had made. Ashamed you bowed your head and took a seat in the corner. You saw Bucky glance at Nat as well before giving you one last look and then sitting down on the other side of the quinjet. He understood you needed your space right now, you wanted to be alone.

When the quinjet landed everyone went to the debriefing. You got yelled at a little more in front of everybody by Steve but this time it was Tony who stopped him.



“You made your point Steve. She knows what went wrong, and she knows the consequences.”

After that no one really said anything to you. When the debriefing was over you went to your room and didn’t come out until much later that night. You had missed dinner but you weren’t hungry anyway. But when you entered the kitchen around 10pm it was empty except for Tony and Steve sitting at the table, their voices were already hushed but when they noticed you they stopped talking all together. You quickly grabbed a banana and a cup of water and left the room again. On your way back you stopped by Sam, he was still in the medical center but he was sleeping. He looked peaceful, and not in pain, so at least that was a good thing. You made eye contact with Bruce who was still taking care of some work at the center but you quickly made yourself scarce after.

You passed Bucky’s room as well, you could see the light was still on inside and you contemplated knocking on his door to talk about today but decided against it. He probably wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway, you got him in an argument with his best friend.

Once back in your room you put the banana and the cup down on your night stand and turned off the lights. Without taking a bite or a sip you laid down in bed, but time kept passing by and sleep never came.

Around midnight Bucky left his room, he wanted to make sure you were okay after today but after he saw that the lights in your room were turned off he choose to go back to his room. He could understand, today had probably cost you a lot of energy so you went to sleep early. But oh boy, how wrong he was.

It was around 4am and you were still staring out of the window, outside it was dark but you could still distinguish the trees around the compound from the night sky.

You must have fallen asleep at some point throughout the night as you were woken up around 8am by someone knocking on the door. Climbing out the bed and opening the door you find Sam on the other side. You awkwardly tell him good morning and he returns the favor.

“Sorry for coming by this early but I wanted to thank you for yesterday, Bruce just discharged me from medical” he said, taking you by surprise.

“Bruce told me as well, but only a fool is dumb enough not to know that I would have been off a lot worse if it wasn’t for you. I know Steve yelled at you, but don’t take it at heart, he doesn’t always know what he is talking about, I’m sure many of us would agree with me. The guy is one of my best friends, and he means well but he doesn’t always show it the best way. I think you did good on yesterday’s mission, keep training and you’ll get even better. Bruce also told me you stopped by yesterday evening, so thank you for helping me and checking in on me as well.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Sam gave you another smile and then told you he was going to his own bed to catch some more sleep.

You closed to the door behind him and made your way to the shower since you hadn’t taken one last night. Once done you changed into some sportswear and put a nice sweater over it, it was the one you had worn the evening you and Bucky spent your time eating ice cream in the kitchen in stead of training like you usually did. Just as you were about to leave the room, another knock on your door caught you attention.

Opening the door again, it showed Steve this time. He cleared his throat before speaking up.

“Good morning” he greeted you.

“Good morning” you replied to him.

“Bucky helped me realize that I might have been a bit harsh on you yesterday, so I came to apologize to you. I realize that you were just trying to help, but your instructions were clear so I hope you understand why I made the decisions I made, because I haven’t changed my mind about them.”

You nod your head. “Okay, thank you Steve, for apologizing and letting me know.”

He gives you a nod back.

“We’ll look again in a few weeks to see if you’re ready”

“Okay,” is the only thing you reply.

“I- uh.” Steve clears his throat again before continuing, “I saw Bucky in the training room in case you were looking for him.” You give him a tight smile with another nod before he leaves for his own room without another word.

You close the door behind him and your gaze falls on the banana you had taken to your room last night. You really should eat something, not eating for this long is unhealthy. So you take the cup and drink its contents, then take the banana and leave your room. While eating the banana you make your way to the training room, where Steve said Bucky would be.

It wasn’t like you wanted to talk to Bucky, but you were in the need to speak to someone and you knew Bucky wouldn’t mind. So entering the gym he’s the only person you find, which is weird for this time of the day. A lot of the people living here enjoyed a early morning gym session, it was a great and healthy way to start the day. 

“Good morning,” you greeted him in a soft voice.

He looks up in surprise, you could understand why. He probably hadn’t expected to see you, since you missed dinner last night as well.

“Good morning” he said with a smile. “How did you sleep?” He then asked, watching your still tired state.

“I’ve had better nights.”

Bucky remembered your lights being off pretty early in the evening so at least you went to bed on time. Maybe the nightmares were just unbearable last night. Now he wished he had knocked on your door last night, maybe he could’ve eased your mind about the mission and you would’ve slept better.

“Did you eat?”

Another question.

You hummed while making your way to the yoga mats in the corner of the room. “I ate a banana.”

Bucky was over by the weights, watching you start to stretch. He had stopped actually lifting the weights once you came in, he was distracted. You looked tired and pale, he didn’t want to interfere but you didn’t look healthy.

“I don’t think you’ve eaten enough, you don’t look too good,” he said after contemplating if he should or not.

You let out a huff as you started to do some kind of fitness exercise.

“I’m fine, it’s just the lack of good sleep and the fact that I just woke up,” you defended yourself. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you were doing, it was just a work out. You’d eat more after.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked one last time, continuing his own work out.

“Yeah” you answered him.

The two of you continued your workouts in silence. To Bucky you seemed to be lost in your own thoughts, he could only imagine what you were thinking about, probably yesterday’s mission. He made sure to keep an eye on your while doing his own work out, which turned out to be a good thing to do.

At one point while you were doing squats you just collapsed. Bucky didn’t know how fast to drop the weights still in his hands and run over to you. You didn’t respond to him when he called your name, your eyes were closed.

“FRIDAY, tell Tony and Bruce to come to the training room now. Say it’s an emergency and that it’s about Y/N” You couldn’t hear his voice but he sounded scared and desperate.

“I am letting them know right now, Mr. Barnes” FRIDAY replied to him.

His hand was on your cheek while his heart was pumping at a rapid pace. His mind went to all the wrong places, he knew it probably would just be the amount of sleep and food, or rather the lack of those but he couldn’t help but let his mind cloud up with ‘what if’s’.

You were still out when Bruce came running into the room, he was already dressed so he must have been up and at the lab already. As soon as he saw your state he took place next to you and checking your pulse, which was still there luckily.

As both Bucky and Bruce were bent over you, Tony arrived as well. Bucky noticed him first, he was still dressed in what seemed like pajamas, he was never really the one to wake up early. With Tony it was one or the other, he either didn’t sleep at all or slept in until like 2 in the afternoon.

“What the hell is going on?” Tony said walking over to you and letting Bruce know he had arrived as well.

“She just collapsed while doing a work out” Bucky replied to Tony.

“Any more information?” Tony asked.

“She looked pale and tired. Said she hadn’t slept well, and I know for a fact she hasn’t been sleeping well any other night. She also missed dinner last night and informed me the only thing she had eaten since probably before yesterday’s mission was a banana.”

Both Tony and Bruce nodded. That was also the moment you started to stir again. Groaning you opened your eyes only to find Bucky and Bruce hanging over you and Tony standing close and looking at you.

“Well, good morning kid, what the hell is going on?”

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before scooting away from them, creating some kind of distance between all of you. Resting your back against the wall behind you, you look at the three of them with big eyes, feeling a headache start to show up.

“Have you been eating enough lately, Y/N? You weren’t at dinner last night?” Bruce then asks.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I fell asleep so I missed it.” You told the lie so easily, you surprised yourself. You used to be so scared of lying, scared your uncle would find out and punish you.

“Buck said you said you also hadn’t slept well?”

“Yeah I woke up some time after dinner and I went to get a banana, I actually saw you then Tony, you were in the kitchen with Steve, and then went back to my room but I didn’t have the energy to actually eat, so I just went to bed instead. But for some reason I couldn’t fall asleep, I think I did somewhere around 5am. Then I woke up early this morning, because there were several people at my door and then I made my way to the gym and ate the banana.”

You told them a lot about your day, in details. Something inside of you said that you shouldn’t, but you had anyway.

“Do you often sleep bad?” Bruce continued to question you.

You didn’t really want to answer his question, because the answer was yes. You’ve had sleeping problems for as long as you could remember, often it were the nightmares, but other times you just seemed to be unable to fall asleep.

You touched your forehead with you hand, trying to ease the headache. You were feeling overwhelmed by the questions.

“How about you stop by at the lab after you’ve eaten some proper breakfast? Let Bucky help you if you’re up to it and then we’ll take a better look at you, is there any chance you could have gotten a more serious injure after yesterdays mission? Did anyone take a look at you?”

“No, I don’t think I have an injury. But I guess I’ll stop by. Thank you Bruce and Tony for coming, you really didn’t have to, I would’ve been fine.”

“It’s okay kid” Tony speaks up, “You still live here with all of us, we gotta make sure you’re okay. Now scary dude, help her get some proper breakfast, Bruce and I will see you after.”

Bruce and Tony leave the gym and Bucky speaks up.

“Well, you scared me there for a second,” Bucky said while leading you out of the training room and to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that would happen. I really didn’t feel that bad. I didn’t mean for that to happen, I didn’t mean to be a bother.”

Bucky really wanted to comfort you, pull you into a hug and make sure you knew you were safe and that you shouldn’t feel sorry for such a thing. The way you had scurried away from him and the others hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was sure you didn’t want to be touched right now.

As soon as you entered the kitchen Bucky ordered you to sit down, so you did as he started to make you some breakfast. He made you some oatmeal, he probably had noticed you often had it for breakfast, you liked it. He added one spoon of sugar, just like you always did. And for a nice touch he added some red fruit he found in the fridge on top. Two strawberries and a few raspberries.

“Healthy and filling, here you go” he said as he sat the bowl in front of you and giving you a spoon.

You were grateful for him, that he would do something like this for you.

“Thank you, Bucky,” You told him with a smile more genuine than it probably has ever been.

Bucky could swear his heart had made a little jump when you said his name right then.

[Chapter 9] Coming soon