StarWorld(OC): Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!
Techno: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.
Syrex(OC): More or less, I guess...
Wilbur: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!
Wolfy(OC): I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.
Tommy: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!
Y/n, lying in bed with a pillow over ears: I just want sleep!
Bucky Masterlist ✸ Steve Masterlist ✸ Series Masterlist
Summary: What’s going on inside (y/n)‘s mind? With Buckys return, Mara’s appearance, and Steve keeping secrets from y/n.
Warnings: a mention of weight, self deprecating thoughts, (if I missed anything let me know)
Word Count: 2.05k
A/N: I am in no way diagnosing (y/n). I am just trying to show that this whole situation is taking a toll on her, because she’s trying to decide what to do.
Italics and bold: dream
Italics: flashback
The kids are finally asleep, you get some time to yourself. You turn on the shower and get inside and cry. You cry your eyes out until you can’t cry anymore. All these memories that you pushed deep down, coming back up now that he’s here.
Why is this happening to me? You think, what did I do for this to happen? You thought you would live happily ever after with Bucky and your kids, that’s what you’ve always wanted for yourself. A stable job, happy marriage, kids. Well you got 2 of the 3.
Your mind was flooding with doubt and anxiety. Was this the right thing to do? Was it good for the kids? Was it good for you? Was Steve a good enough father figure for them? Would they want to know their father in the future if you didn’t tell them Bucky’s their father?
All this anxiety that was welling up in you for weeks finally exploded. You started to think about your life before all of this happened, you weren’t this stressed and worried about doing the wrong thing. You and Steve were on good terms. Everything has changed.
You could remember the day he left like it was yesterday, you came home and all his things were either gone or on the floor. He left and he didn’t leave a note or anything, he blocked your number and Steve’s number and fled.
You got out of the shower and stared at yourself in the mirror, the bags under your eyes more prominent, the weight you’ve lost over the past few weeks from stress. Your peaceful life has been flipped upside down within months and you’re still wondering if you’re doing the right thing. Steve has been lying to you and Bucky has been truthful, what a change of events. Steve, your best friend, a liar?
‘I want you to meet my best friend, Bucky.”
“As a friend or are you trying to set me up Steven?” You questioned.
“However you want to see it.”
Steve took you to a well-known restaurant in the city. You sat down and waited for Bucky to arrive. After getting your drinks a tall lean guy with brown hair walked in, Steve waved him down and he walked over.
“Hi, I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.” He says smiling at you. He was wearing a uniform which looked a lot like a military or army uniform. He sat down across from Steve and took of his hat and placed it beside him.
“You’re in the army?” you asked.
“Yes, what gave it away?” He joked.
“I’d say the hat and badges.”
“Right, yes, I’m in the army.
19 year old you liked Bucky. You thought he was funny, charming, smart, the whole nine yards. Maybe Steve has good taste you thought.
You, Steve and Bucky chatted the rest of lunch until Bucky had to leave. He wrote his number on a napkin so the both of you could meet later, without Steve around.
You smiled and folded the napkin, putting it into your pocket.
“You sly man, you knew good and well that was literally my type.”
“I never said I was trying to set you up, I just said you should see it however you want to see it.”
You rolled your eyes and smacked his shoulder, “whatever.”
You got dressed and laid in your bed pondering your decisions the past few years. Should you have believed he would change? Should you believe it now?
Now he’s back and he’s so happy, you hate it. You hate seeing him happy. He doesn’t deserve it.
Almost every night for weeks after he left you cried, wondering was it your fault he left. Did he not love you? Did he fall out of love? Was he disgusted by your body? You questioned everything. You didn’t know what to believe, but you got through it. Now that feeling is back. Now you want to crawl into a hole and don’t come out, but you know you can’t do that. You have to be strong for your kids.
You decided to ransack your room to find your photo album, the one you hid from the kids, the ones that have photos of Bucky in them. You searched for hours until you found it, deep in your closet.
You dusted it off and brought it to your bed. It was pretty thick, and had a light blue cover that said “family.” You opened the first page and your eyes saw the first picture, the ultrasound picture of when you found out you were pregnant with Canan, along with 2 pregnancy tests.
You smiled, remembering how happy you were to become a mom, you wanted to give your kids everything you never had.
You flipped through the pictures some more until you got to Iris’ section of the book. Then, there was the photo. The photo of you, Bucky, Canan and Iris. A few weeks after Iris was born, Steve took the picture and got it printed out, making a couple copies.
Why did he take this picture? You thought, why take the one with you in it? Why not the one with just the kids? Before you knew it you fell asleep, exhausted, tired of dealing with everything.
Your sleep didn’t last long once your alarm went off. You woke up and called Steve, hoping he’d pick up. After a few rings he picked up, confused as to why you were calling him so early, “everything alright (y/n)?”
“I need you to take the kids to school today, please.” You requested.
“Yeah, sure, of course, are you okay?”
“I, I, need a day.” You confessed.
“Okay. Alright. Yeah I’ll take them to school, should I pick them up after?”
“If you can.”
“Sure, I can. I’m on my way.”
“Thank you, Steve.” You sighed into the phone before hanging up. You went into your bathroom, pulling yourself together before going to wake up the kids.
You went down stairs and made their lunch as they did their morning routine. You finished up their lunches when there was a knock on the door, Steve.
You let him in and handed him the lunch bags, “thank you so much Steve.”
“No problem ,(y/n). Are you okay?”
You nod not verbally answering him because you know you don’t know how.
The kids finally come downstairs and eat breakfast before saying goodbye. Steve told him that he’d be picking them up today and dropping them off, which they were so excited about.
You waved as Steve drove off with them in the car and once they hit the end of the street you went inside. You called your boss letting her know you can’t come in today.
You grabbed your favorite snack from the kitchen and plopped on the couch to watch your favorite show. Less than 30 minutes later, Steve was walking inside your house with donuts.
“I brought donuts.” He says taking his key out the lock.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You responded by not moving from the couch.
“I know, but I wanted to, you seem like you’re having a rough morning.” You cackle at his comment. You were having more than just a rough morning.
“I didn’t mean to laugh, sorry.” Steve took off his jacket and came over to the living room, seeing you up close. He saw the bags under your eyes, how red your eyes were and just how exhausted you looked.
“(y/n), what’s going on?”
You chuckled, “What isn’t going on? Hmm? My ex boyfriend/baby daddy came back with a wife and a baby on the way. And! You gotta wait for this part. He kept a picture of me and the kids with him once he left.”
Steve didn’t know what to say. You were obviously not okay. Steve got up and got the donuts and sat them next to you. “(y/n). I’m sorry.”
“Everybody’s sorry nowadays,” you pause, taking in a deep breath holding back a sob, “why’d he have to come back? Why’d he have to mess up everything I did for myself?”
“I don’t know (y/n), but you don’t have to go through with any of this.”
“But I do, what if my kids grow up and find out about Bucky, Mara, and the baby and how I kept that from them?”
“They’d know you were just protecting them.”
“You can’t speak for them, Steve. You don’t know what they will be like in the future.”
Iris came down stairs after finishing her homework to talk to you,
“Mom, I met a girl at school today, her name was Clara, I noticed she looks a lot like Canan.”
“Oh maybe, you’re related somewhere down the line.” You reply not looking up from the vegetables you're cutting for dinner.
“No mom it’s not like that, they look so much alike, almost identical. Clara Is about 5 years younger than me.”
“Like I said, maybe some genetics down the line.”
“I think she said her last name was Barnes? Me and Canan’s last names are (l/n)- Barnes.”
“Yeah, maybe she’s a cousin.” You shrug, hoping she’d leave the conversation alone. Just when you were about to start talking again, Canan came downstairs, and stood next to Iris.
“Tell me about dad.” Iris demands, standing at the edge of the counter.
“Why? No good will come out of it, Iris.”
“I deserve to know about him. I don’t know about him and I hate that, mom. I just want to know who I am.” Iris explained, looking into your eyes with so much curiosity.
“He wasn’t anyone important.”
Canan cuts in scoffing at your response, “Anyone important? He’s our father.”
You sighed knowing you weren’t getting out of this, “so me and your father knew each other when we were very young, we moved into this house and we were together for a while, then I became pregnant with Canan and then you Iris.”
“What happened after that?” Iris asked.
“He left.” You said, as you stopped cutting the vegetables and looked up at your daughter.
“So, it’s possible, me and Canan might be related to Clara.” Iris points out, using a tone in her voice you cannot recognize.
You clear your throat, “maybe.”
“So you kept the fact that our father is alive and that we may have another sibling or siblings.” Iris continues, “so you just decided that you’d keep that from us. Were you ever going to tell us?”
“I was trying to protect the both of you.” You shake your head knowing this is a mess.
“You know I’ve always had issues growing up without a father, and you just chose not to let me meet him?” Canan asks, shaking his head.
“Steve was here. I wanted to protect both of you. I love you both and I did not want either of you to get hurt by him.”
“You we’re protecting yourself. He left you mom, and you didn’t want to have to bear to see him again so you just never told us about him. I could have a sister, a sister I’ve always wanted and you kept that from me.”
“Iris..”
“No. No. I can’t believe you’d keep this from us.”
“Iris, honey, please-.”
Iris walks away, leaving the kitchen and running up the stairs, “No.”
“Canan, please, let me-.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses mom.”
You jolt awake, your eyes wide as can be. You don’t even remember falling asleep. That dream was so real you thought it was actually happening. You thought your children were pissed at you for a decision you made that impacted their entire life. You looked on your side table and saw Steve had left while you went to sleep, he left a note.
You went to sleep so I left, almost time for me to get the kids - Steve.
You pulled yourself together and shook off that dream. You didn’t want that to be their future. You didn’t want them to be upset with you for not giving them all the details.
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Oliver having a crush on you, a drummer in a band.
(Y/N) turned his head, watching the little act unfold.
"You think I'm some type of slut?!" Emaline shouted at Oliver. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Ah shit, here we go again." She mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled, nudging her.
"No, I know you're a slut, slut!" Oliver shouted back.
"Thou hast slept with another!" Emaline stepped off the table, approaching him slowly.
"Untwist thy thought. What merchant of deceit hath sold you such untruths?" Emaline asked, looking around the cafeteria.
"In thy aleep when thou didst dream, thou didst chirp infidelities!"
"What language are they speaking?" Jay whisper-asked.
"Drama kid language." Mel replied. (Y/N) simply grinned in amusement.
"Forsooth! But dreamers often lie, alseep in a trance! As boys and men alike ask me into their pants." Emaline circled him. Oliver shook his head.
"Counterfeit!" Oliver gave a heavy breath. "Thou has made me do it, you bitch." He said, taking out a butter knife and 'stabbing' himself. Emaline fake gasped as Oliver grunted. Oliver dramatically fell to the ground.
"No!" Emaline screeched. She ran over to a kid, grabbing their corndog.
"Dagger, I am thy scabbard!" Emaline ran the corndog across her neck, pretending to slit her throat. Emaline stumbled before falling. The cafeteria was silent until the two stood up.
"Scene!" Oliver breathed out, eyes flickering over to (Y/N).
"I am Oliver Schermerhorn." Oliver ran his hand through his hair.
"And I am Emaline Addario." Emaline glanced around the cafeteria.
"And remember, auditions for Uncle Vanya will be held next Wednesday in the auditorium. This could be you." Oliver reminded, gaze locking on (Y/N). Everyone clapped once they were finished. Emaline pecked Oliver's cheek before the two walked away.
"Can't believe we survived two years with them." Mel mumbled, eating her corndog. (Y/N) smiled.
"It's their passion, Mel. Just like yours is singing." (Y/N) sipped his juice.
"Yeah but at least I don't belt out into a song every few minutes." (Y/N) chuckled, gently hitting the table with his drumsticks.
"Touche." He grinned. (Y/N) stood, sliding his drumsticks into his back pocket.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." He said before walking away. (Y/N) glanced at Oliver who was taking a drink of water.
"(Y/N)! Just the guy I was looking for." Oliver wiped his chin.
"In the water fountain?" (Y/N) questioned, raising his brows as an amused smile appeared on his face. Oliver hummed.
"Well it worked, didn't it?" Oliver crossed his arms.
"How's the band going?" He asked. (Y/N) tilted his head.
"You, Oliver Schermerhorn, are asking me how somethings going?" (Y/N) stepped forward.
"I'm honoured." He grinned. Oliver blinked, eyes glancing downward.
"You should be. This only happens once in a blue moon. Be thankful." Oliver replied. (Y/N) chuckled.
"The band's doing great. We performed at a few places. If you don't mind, I really need to pee." (Y/N) gave a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom.
"(Y/N), Melody, Jay." Oliver greeted. Mel looked at him, raising a brow.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm sure you heard that we're making a movie. You guys should make the music." Oliver said. (Y/N) and Jay looked at Mel. She sighed.
"Do we even have a choice?"
"No, not really." Oliver crossed his arms. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Whatever."
"She means sure." (Y/N) clarified. Oliver nodded.
"(Y/N), I'll meet you at your house after school."
"For the English project." Oliver quickly explained when he received odd looks from Jay and Mel. (Y/N) nodded.
"Okay." Oliver turned, internally celebrating as he walked away.
Back at (Y/N)'s house, Oliver explored (Y/N)'s room. Artist posters, family pictures, the usual stuff. (Y/N) calmly watched him from his spot on the bed.
"You're so stereotypical." Oliver mused, finally approaching him. (Y/N) eyed him.
"And you're not?" He asked with a grin.
"No, I'm original." Oliver took off his backpack, placing it on the ground. (Y/N) hummed.
"You can be predictable at times." He challenged. Oliver raised his brows, climbing onto the bed.
"Oh really?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded. Oliver swooped down, kissing him and pushing him back onto the bed. (Y/N) kissed him back, quickly grabbing an arm around him as they fell off the edge of the bed.
"Okay.. I didn't see either of those things coming." (Y/N) grinned as Oliver laughed.
This is an x oc btw. Super short but I wanted to get it out of my system.
(Y/N) placed her suitcase on the bed, looking around the apartment. She decided to explore the nice apartment complex. She left her room, closing the door. (Y/N) turned her head, seeing someone at the end of the hall. The person ran off before (Y/N) could get a good look at them. (Y/N) frowned, walking down the hall. She jogged lightly, peeking around the corner. (Y/N) saw nobody and cocked her head, turning around and flinching when she saw a middle aged woman holding a glass of wine.
"Sorry, deary." She apologized. (Y/N) shook her head, trying to calm her racing heart.
"It's fine." She breathed out. The woman took a sip of her wine.
"Yeah. She hangs out on this floor, the garden, and the roof." The woman said, heading towards the elevator. (Y/N) looked back down the hall, seeing the door for the stairs. (Y/N) walked over, about to push the door open but someone grabbed her arm. She turned her head, seeing the girl from before. (Y/N) stared at the bunny mask she had on. Rosalita shook her head, making a flickering motion with her hand. (Y/N) looked at the small window, seeing the flickering light.
"Oh.. Thanks." (Y/N) looked at her, smiling.
"I'm (Y/N). I'm new to the complex." She stuck out her hand. Rosalita looked down at her hand, dark eyes studying it. She turned around, rose gold dress flowing with her movements. (Y/N) let her hand drop to her side, watching the blonde walk away.
"Is this your floor?" (Y/N) asked, catching up with her. Rosalita nodded.
"The wine lady said you didn't speak much." (Y/N) looked at her. Rosalita stayed silent. Maybe she was mute.
"I like your hair." Her hair was a mix between curly and wavy and it fit her perfectly. She had soft glossed lips, her eyes were a dark shade of brown, and her skin was pale. The rest of her face was covered by her bunny mask. Rosalita glanced at her. (Y/N) nimbled on her bottom lip, thinking of conversation topics.
"Are the others here friendly?" She shook her head.
"So, some people are rude?" A nod.
"Are you one of the nice ones?" A shrug.
"Depends on who you ask, huh?" (Y/N) giggled. Rosalita nodded.
Despite the fact that Rosalita never spoke, her company was nice. She didn't judge (Y/N) and sometimes wrote in a notebook. Her writing was a cursive and rather pretty. (Y/N) was curious about her though. She didn't know much about her or how the rest of her face look. (Y/N) knew she didn't have a job so she assumed that Rosalita might've been a prostitute of sorts that didn't wanna be recognized. (Y/N) met her neighbours as well. On her left lived a couple, Santiago and Josh. Both of them were playful and it was clear they loved each other. On her right lived wine lady, better known as Miss Talia. They knew more about Rosalita then they led on but (Y/N) didn't wanna bug them.
"Morning, Miss Evergreen." (Y/N) looked up when an elderly lady greeted someone. She spotted Rosalita and looked down at her phone, going on google and searching up the name. She didn't expect a wiki page about a murderer from the 1800s to pop up.
Okay so I created a story on wattpad about a bunch of horror games that were put in the same timeline and stuff, so yeah. I might be doing some things here and there for the characters and such, but there is a reader and a few ocs. The title is 'Mind Games(Reader and Ocs!!!)' @WolfyPup10 on wattpad. SO if you're confused, about me doing random people's names x reader you now know why. The characters are Amarite, Michael, Cecily, Evan, Jaylee, Misfortune, Daniel, Gregory, Lucky, Jason, David, and Alexandria. So yeah. Thanks for reading all of this. Have a good day <3!!!
Actually here is a link to my story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/312220035-mind-games-reader-and-oc%27s
So just copy and paste it into your search bar and you should find it. If not please tell me so that I can try to adjust the problem.
