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I’ll Be There For You

Biker!Tattooed!Steve x Reader

Summary: Biker!Tattooed!Steve admits his feelings when he sees you outside on a chilly night.

Warnings: Just pure fluff, mentions of no family for the Reader, though I never specify how or why.

Word Count: Approx 1600

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A/N: @buckysknifecollection inspired me to write a Stevie fic! I’ve been in such a Steve mood recently. This went from tiny drabble to full fic, so there we go! Hope you all enjoyed your weekend, lots of love 😘💖💖

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Steve plopped down next to you on the front step of your static trailer, the cool Autumnal breeze gently shifting your hair as Steve draped his leather jacket  around your shoulders, Howling Commandos embroidered on the back. His smile was soft and sweet as you glanced across at him, his large hand reaching out to offer you a warm drink, which you took gladly, giving him a wordless thank you.

 He remembered the day he met you and smiled at the memory, remembering that he had once been someone you found intimidating until he’d shown you how soft and gentle he was. “What are you doing out here so late?” He asked, glancing down at his phone to check the time, seeing that it was close to two in the morning. “Couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged, gaze meeting his. “What are you doing out?” You turned the question around on him. Steve gave you a soft smile and shrugged. “Saw you from my window, had to come and see if you were alright.” He explained, causing the smile on your lips to grow.

 Steve always seemed worried for your welfare and to be honest, it wasn’t misplaced. You didn’t exactly live on a good side of town and the trailer park you both resided in wasn’t the safest place around. But despite how unsafe it was, especially with your creepy neighbour around who seemed to enjoy making you feel uncomfortable and the crazy woman who lived two trailers behind you who liked to threaten everyone with putting boiled meat in their mail boxes, Steve and his group of bikers made you feel exceptionally safe.

 He ran his group with Bucky Barnes, his long-time best friend and the pair of them had met you a few months ago when they had set up shop in the area and moved into the trailer park with a couple of their friends. They created a sort of community that felt like a family and they were so warm and welcoming, despite their initial impressions that left everyone on edge, thinking they were another lawless biker gang.

 At first you had avoided the group like the plague, especially Steve and Bucky. They were both extremely strong and tall, leaving you to question your safety. Perhaps you had been too quick to judge though, because as soon as you got into trouble with your creepy neighbour one morning and he began to harass you, Steve was there to help you out as soon as he saw what was going on.

  After that, you had invited him in for coffee as a thank you, your trust in the tall, tattooed biker suddenly growing and blossoming the more you talked. As the days passed after your first proper meeting, you spoke to Steve almost daily on your way to and from work. Then it evolved from small neighbourly chatter to hanging out together in the evenings, sometimes he’d invite you for breakfast on the weekend or for drinks on a Friday night.

 At first you hadn’t felt like you even fitted in with their crowd of mismatched bikers, but Steve insisted you were part of their family now whether you were tattooed, a biker or neither at all.

 “What were you doing up so late, anyway?” You asked, breaking Steve’s train of thought and bringing him back to reality. “Hm? Oh, just… Been thinking.” He nodded to himself. “Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” He asked, directing the conversation back at you rather than himself. You considered it for a moment as you sipped the drink he’d given you in one of the mugs Steve had stolen from Sam. It had purely been a joke, just to rile Sam up but when Steve and Bucky had realised how much fun it was to see him complain about his missing ‘world’s best pilot’ mug, which he had only because there were no biker mugs, they kept it up a little longer.

 “I’ll tell you if you tell me what’s kept you up so late.” You nudged him in the side gently with your elbow. A soft puff and a smile across his lips practically melted your heart when Steve looked down at you. He mulled over it for a second as he scratched at his arm, drawing your attention to his tattoo sleeve. He made you so damn weak. His slightly grown out hair, thick stubble that was now close to a beard, his biker style turned lumberjack with his tattoos and his old black Harley he had fixed up. He was the epitome of handsome.

 Steve mulled it over for a moment as he drank deeply from his mug. “Alright.” He nodded, agreeing. “But you have to go first.” He nudged you back. You suddenly saw Bucky poke his head out of Steve’s trailer door and smiled smugly. The pair shared a trailer and were roommates, despite the fact that they could easily afford two separate places to live, they chose to stay together, like they always had, as brothers. Bucky nodded at you, taking in the scene of you wrapped up in Steve’s jacket, the front lapels that were absolutely covered in patches and badges from bike shows, rallies and the bands he liked.

 You took a deep breath as you watched Bucky shrink back into the trailer, your attention turning back to Steve, who looked rather ridiculous. He was perched on the top step of your trailer porch, hunched over and squeezed in to fit next to you. While you didn’t exactly take up much space, he was taller and more muscular than you, his broad shoulders taking up most of the room. Bucky had once made the comparison of you both being like a kitten and a huge guard dog.

 “I lost my family, it hurts sometimes.” You huffed. “Today was one of those days where it hurts.” You explained, resting your chin on your hands. “Oh.” Steve said so softly, it was almost a whisper. He was possibly the softest person you’d ever met, despite his appearance making the townsfolk think differently. Steve wasn’t quite sure what to say to comfort you, but his arm found its way around your back and rested on your shoulder, pulling you gently against his side. The warmth of him was comforting in itself and you sighed with content. You felt safe and calm in his presence.

 “Sometimes I don’t know where I even belong, if I even fit somewhere. Sometimes it just feels overwhelming.” You admitted, Steve squeezing you a bit tighter. “Right here.” He spoke just above a whisper. “You belong right here, with us. We might not be the most conventional family, but we’re a family.” Steve smiled down at you. “We’re your family.” He added, his free hand coming up to gently brush some of your hair back and behind your ear.

 You felt yourself blush, his touch was so gentle and sweet and it made you automatically lean into him without even meaning to. “What were you thinking about?” You asked quietly, Steve’s eyes studying your flustered features. He huffed out a soft laugh from his nose, hand gently coming to rest on your jaw, his fingers pressing against your neck softly. “Is this okay?” He asked, his hot breath fanning against your flushed skin. Giving him a slight nod, Steve kept his slate blue eyes on yours for a moment longer, drinking you in.

 “Can I kiss you?” He asked, the question catching you off guard and you gasped a little, cheeks warming even more. “Sorry, that was- it wasn’t right of me to-.” Steve rambled but you cut him off, a streak of confidence kicking in and before you could stop yourself, you had brought your hands up to turn his face towards yours, your lips brushing against his ever so slightly.

 Steve made a soft moan of surprise, his hand falling to your waist as he leaned into to the kiss more, his lips moving gently against yours. His lips were slightly cracked and dry, but still soft and so addictive. Your heart leapt when you felt his grip tighten on your waist and your hand came down to run your fingers over his exposed arm, fingertips trailing over his artwork. Steve’s tongue gently slipped over your lips and you welcomed him, his tongue eagerly, but still so gently caressing yours.

 Steve pressed a few kisses against your lips and your cheek before he pulled away, eyes blown wide and dark with excitement. His lips glistened slightly, a soft smile stretching them a little, creasing around his eyes as he kept his gaze locked onto yours.

 A comfortable silence loomed for a moment as you both enjoyed the moment. So many feelings were now out in the open and Steve wanted to do it right. “Was that what you were thinking about?” You asked, voice soft and quiet as you broke the silence. A smirk grew on Steve’s lips and he nodded slightly. “That and a question.” He murmured. You gave him a questioning look, while he paused to take in a long and slow breath, his fingers scratching at his beard before carding through his hair.

 “Will you go on a date with me, sweetheart?” Steve asked the question with such care in his voice, as if he was afraid to push you too far or ask for too much. You felt your heart leap and soar, cheeks warming again and you grinned at him, his fingers reaching to fiddle with your hair a little as he studied your reaction. “I’d love to.” You nodded.

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©𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘴

pairing: steve rogers x reader, bestfriend!tony stark x reader, avengers x reader

summary: you’re the “youngest genius in a century,” working with helen cho to quicken the body’s healing rate with the four classical elements: earth, air, water, and fire.  when hydra kidnaps you and uses your knowledge against you, what will you do to not only save your own life, but everyone else’s?

warnings: none i think

a/n: happy december!  the final part, more of a short epilogue, if anything!  

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“Y/N.”

You blinked, your vision coming back into focus.

You were in your lab running some tests when your timid new assistant poked her head in the room.

“Sorry to interrupt, Miss, but you have a call from Captain Rogers on your private server.  He says it’s an urgent emergency.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.  “Thank you.”

When your assistant left the room, you stood in silence, your gaze fixed on the chemical you tested eating away at a piece of metal, fizzing violently.

You hadn’t seen Steve since the incident a few months ago.  After everything you did against him and Tony and the rest of the Avengers, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look them in the eye.  They insisted that it wasn’t your fault, but they didn’t know what it was like.  Though you were being controlled, you were still conscious of what you were doing.

You couldn’t hurt them again.

You walked over to your desk, watching the line blink over and over.  Taking a deep breath, you pressed the button, and Steve appeared on a transparent display.

“Y/N,” he started.

You had to admit it felt good hearing his voice.  

You could tell he aged a bit.  His eyes seemed more tired than usual.  Your heart ached, thinking of him trying his best to make things right.

“Steve,” you said, your lips pursed.  “What is it?  Did something happen?”

“No, everything’s fine,” he replied.  There was a moment of silence.  “You’ve been ignoring my calls.  I figured you'd answer to an ‘emergency’.”

You snorted.  “Bold move.”

You missed this.

You missed him.

You missed Steve Rogers.

“We’re still cleaning up the mess SHIELD left behind,” he continued.  “Apparently Rumlow’s planning to make a move at a lab in Lagos.  He’s after some sort of biological weapon.”

“Hm, IFID Headquarters probably,” you said as you organized some papers.  “Someone’s probably paying him good money.  That’s a tough gig.  Takes a lot of planning.”

“Come with us,” Steve said.  “You know this stuff well.  We can also utilize your powers.”

The blood drained from your face.  Your mind immediately dove back into memories of losing control of yourself.  The pain you inflicted upon other people...

Your lower lip trembled.  “Steve, I love you, and I miss you, but I can’t.”

His expression was stern.  “If this is about what happened --”

“You don’t want my help.  Trust me,” you said.  “Even if I don’t manage to kill you, I’ll slow you down.”

“That wasn’t you,” he said.  “You were being controlled.”

“I can hurt you,” you said.  “I can hurt anyone.  Are you sure you want a liability on your team?”

“You’re not a liability,” he said firmly.  “You’re the best of us.  That’s why we need you.”  He paused.  “Be the goddess you were meant to be.”

You covered your mouth in thought.  

“I’m scared, Steve.”

“I know,” he said, his voice softer.  “But we have a team.  A family here for you.”  He sighed heavily.  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but you are officially an Avenger.  We have newcomers that’ll look up to you.”

He was right.  You were officially a part of the group, and you gave yourself to the ongoing act of saving people.  You weren’t one to go back on your promises.

“What do you need me to do?” you asked cautiously.

“Just be there.”

“That’s simple,” you said with a smirk.

“I’m sending you details...now.”

Your tablet chirped, and you opened a file containing a rough plan, maps, and profiles.  You stopped at Bucky’s face in the background.

“Bucky...”

“We don’t know where he is, but we know he may be affiliated somehow.”

You close the file and glanced at your suit, which hung in the corner safely in a glass display case.  

“Only one way to find out,” you said.  “See you on the field, Captain.”

“Likewise, Gaea.”

[arigatouiris]

head over heels // b.b — [10]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; mentions of drugs and drug abuse and explicit sexual references; mentions of anxiety, depressive thoughts, suicide, post-traumatic stress; fluff [in later chapters]

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 1422

Author’s Note: Apologies for the late update omgggg. I hope you like this chapter because slow burns are always the best to read. 

10. story

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It had been three long months since the day [Name] had told Bucky she loved him. And it had been three long months since he had last seen her.

Bucky was a fool. Impulses did that to people, impulses drove you to act and behave in a way you otherwise wouldn’t. It was in an impulse that Bucky left [Name] that fateful day after she had cleaned his house and made breakfast for him, and never turned back. His impulse made him forget that she had given him multiple chances despite his past, and he hadn’t been able to do the same for her. He felt worse than he normally would, but for some reason, she had taught him to carry on despite the internal struggles.

The image of her prison tattoo stayed clear in his mind. Prisons don’t tattoo prison numbers on people, she had done it to herself—marking a story she imprinted on herself. It was perhaps so that she wouldn’t forget, a story he had no idea about yet had judged her for.

Steve noticed he was doing better than before, his house was still clean and his mind wasn’t as tormented. He had even accompanied the Avengers on missions, while Steve traveled and learned more that life had to offer him. Bucky now did things he couldn’t before, but the truth was, he felt more depressed than he did before.

When he was not on missions, or was an Avenger, Bucky spent his time teaching martial arts to teenagers. Teenagers these days were unlike the teens from his time—they were brutally honest and were easily distracted. However, they had named him something that stuck; Bucky’s name, despite being ‘Buck’ or ‘Bucky’ by the kids, was often replaced with ‘cold’ and ‘mysterious’. No one had called him ‘cold’ before, or if they had, at least never to his face.

Every man had his secret sorrows which the world did not know about, and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

And his heart yearned for [Name]. He hadn’t allowed himself to step near her cafe in those three months. He had shaved, but hadn’t cut his hair—which had become a signature part of him. Steve never asked about her whenever he was around and kept conversations about Bucky’s love life as limited as possible. He missed her smile, he missed how shy she got sometimes when he’d flirt with her and he missed the times she actually would flirt back.

He missed her silly drawings on his coffee cup, and he missed her laugh. Oh, her laugh could take the very life out of his eyes and he would still want it to be the last thing he’d ever heard. Bucky missed her the way people missed the warmth during winter, not as a choice but more of a necessity—and no matter how filled the rooms he entered were, nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

That evening, Bucky was walking home after buying groceries for the week. Bread, eggs, basic necessities that had run out. He was never too good at cooking but for some reason, because she had shown him that his house was capable of hosting such necessities, he had never stopped stocking them there. He was several blocks away from BlueBell’s cafe, but that night—his yearning for her was a tad bit different.

Perhaps, it was because he was slowly getting tired of being called cold. He was tired of missing her warmth that had eventually turned him the way he was. A functioning adult, depressed and grieving. He knew the fault was on him for walking out, but he didn’t know what he could do to rectify it. He remembered her words, loud and clear, as if she spoke them to him yesterday, and shut his eyes.

That’s okay. Bucky, everything is alright. I’m here. Always. With your coffee.

Tears filled his eyes but he knew how to not let them fall. He backtracked instantly, the courage he found then that he couldn’t find for three months finally allowed him to rush to the cafe, which was on the other side of the block. He held the bag of eggs and bread tightly, but his eyes were dead fixed on reaching BlueBell’s.

His steps slowed and his eyes widened and his heart picked up pace at what fell before him. There, where the cafe once was, stood another building as if there was no cafe there, to begin with. Bucky’s words almost exited his mouth and a sudden wave of nausea hit him out of nowhere. No, he thought before trying frantically to look for someone who could tell him what had happened. It can’t be, he thought before trying to look for answers in the middle of a concrete jungle.

    “H-Hey—” He grabbed the nearest passers-by before asking fanatically, “There was a c-cafe here…”

The man he had grabbed ushered out of Bucky’s grasp before grimacing and walking away, giving him no answer. Bucky’s heart dropped, there was no way out of this; his desperation had to get him an answer or he knew he would never feel peace.

    “M-Ma’am, t-there was a cafe here—”

    “The cafe shut down two months ago, sir.”

Bucky stilled and watched as the lady walked away, giving him an answer that brought him no peace. His hands felt limp and his eyes were glassy, and his heart thumped inside his chest with no way out. He thought of [Name], of how she walked out that day, the last time he had seen her and he felt rage. He had not stopped her and that was the gesture he was currently occupied with. With that one gesture, Bucky had changed their future and invariably destroyed his own.

He didn’t know where she lived; he didn’t know how to get to her. The cafe was the one thing that linked him to her, and now it was gone.

I deserve this, he thought—feeling the fresh sadness return. He tightened his grip around the bread and eggs and he thought of her laugh. He thought of her words and how they were now a lie. She was not there, always waiting for him with his coffee.

He turned around and walked home quietly, trying his utter best to think of other things. She had so strongly urged him that he could ask for help, that there was nothing wrong in leaning over a friend’s shoulder. She had taught him to smile when things were hard, she had taught him to take care of himself when the world was against him. She had taught him to love himself first before anyone else.

And now she was gone.

It wasn’t always his first instinct to call Steve, but that second, he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if his body grew tired of the decisions his mind was making and was stepping into action on its own. Bucky’s hands dialed Steve’s number faster than his mind could comprehend and it merely took barely two rings before Steve picked his call.

    “Steve, I can’t find her.” He could hear how breathless he sounded, and now the tears were back in his eyes.

    “[Name]?” Steve said her name for the first time in three months, and Bucky’s heart broke.

    “Steve, I need her. I d-did something… I did something terrible… She… I need her, Steve.” He couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he couldn’t believe he was feeling like this over a woman.

    “We’ll find her, Buck. I promise.” Was all Steve said, glad his friend had reached out to him at last, and finally knowing that Bucky was on the road to healing.

After the call was disconnected, Bucky walked home. He made scrambled eggs with toast for dinner that night, recalling how [Name] believed breakfast food was the best at any time. He ate his food in silence and stared at the opposite side of his table, where she once sat, and simply missed her.

    “I love you so much, [Name]. I’m so sorry.” He said out loud, at last, words that he knew he should have said so, so long ago.

And he knew one thing for certain. He knew she loved him. She made that clear, and he also knew that theirs was a love story that spanned a certain period of time before commencing, and once it did, he knew with all his heart, that it would never end.

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The Mobster’s Daughter Part 2

Mobster!Bucky x Reader Wanda x Reader

The first part to this story was originally requested by @bi-bi-bi-bisexualz​ and I’ve had a few requests to bring this one back for a second part! Here it is @vxidnik​ , thank you for the suggestion/request!

Summary: Bucky meets the Reader’s girlfriend but steps in to protect the couple when someone decides to be an asshole.

WARNINGS: THERE IS A SLUR IN THIS FIC (it rhymes with Mike, if the use of the word triggers you, please heed the warning 💕), language, plenty of fluff!

Word Count: Approx 1700

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First Part

“What does she look like?” Bucky asked as his leg bounced impatiently in the back of the car, peering out of all the windows in anticipation. “She’s cute.” You replied, not really giving a firm description. “I have no doubt about that.” Bucky chuckled, nudging you. “She taller than you? Shorter? C’mon, give me somethin’ doll.” Bucky pressed, making you smile and shake your head. “Jus’ wanna know what my future daughter in law looks like.” He reasoned; voice completely serious. “Bucky!” You scolded, but you couldn’t hold back your laugh at his antics.

 “Promise you won’t be so…” You pointed your finger at him, wiggling it a bit. “Parental, when you meet her.” You poked him in the arm. “Darlin’, it’s sorta my job to be.” He quirked a brow, giving you a sly smirk before he reached over, hand resting on top of yours. “I promise I won’t do anything too parental.” He admonished.

 As soon as you both settled down in the diner, Bucky was like an owl, his head swivelling about looking for any girl who might be your girl as they came through the door. “Is that her?” He asked, at least four times before you finally said yes when she came rushing through the door looking rather flustered. To her, Bucky probably looked intimidating, he was dressed in a suit of all things in the middle of a diner. If that didn’t scream mafia boss, you weren’t sure what did.

 “I’m so sorry I’m late, draga.” Wanda immediately greeted you with a hug and a kiss, though her eyes were fixed firmly on Bucky. “Wanda, this is-.” “Her dad.” Bucky proudly introduced, getting up from the booth seat and holding out his hand for her to shake. He wasn’t technically your father, you’d never called him that explicitly, but he had always treated you like you were his own.

 Wanda looked suitably intimidated and quietly shook his hand, ever so gently. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Barnes.” She muttered, struggling to meet his eyes. “It’s wonderful to meet you too, I have heard so much about you.” Bucky gushed; he really was like a proud father. Wanda seemed a little taken aback by his excitement. She hadn’t really expected that from the mobster and if she was honest, it was rather overwhelming to meet Bucky Barnes, knowing that he was your father figure and he’d likely have her hung drawn and quartered if she ever hurt you, not that she would.

 “She’s pretty.” Bucky whispered to you, holding the menu up near his face as he leaned in to your side. “Buck, she can hear you.” You giggled, lightly swatting his arm, Wanda smiling and blushing at the approval from Bucky.

 Bucky peppered her with questions, but instead of them being intimidating and judgemental, they were from a place of genuine interest. He wanted to know where she was from, what it was like in Sokovia, asking her to even teach him a few words in Sokovian, which went hilariously when he tried to pronounce them in his strong Brooklyn accent. He wanted to know Wanda, wanted to know how you had met, things you liked to do together and you couldn’t be happier that he seemed to almost immediately accept Wanda as part of his slightly disjointed family.

 “Right, well ladies,” Bucky smiled, putting down his paper napkin after wiping his mouth clean. “It’s been great to meet you over a milkshake Wanda, but I should get going and leave you two to enjoy the rest of your date. I have business to take care of.” Bucky grinned, getting up and immediately seeing Wanda’s features drop making you stifle a giggle. “Not that kind of business.” He added, winking at her. “I only do that kind of business on Fridays.” He added, making you almost choke on your drink. “Bucky!” You scolded through gritted teeth, though your demeanor instantly softened when he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

 You and Wanda made your way out of the diner a few minutes later, walking hand in hand passed Bucky who was enjoying a cigarette before he got back into the car. Settling down on a bench not too far away, you and Wanda chatted and enjoyed each other’s company. “Meeting your dad was nice.” She smiled, reaching up to fiddle with some of your hair and push it away from your face. “I think he means well.” She giggled, rolling her eyes at how accidentally intimidating he had been. “Of course he means well, he was so excited to meet you.” You mirrored her smile as you took one of her hands into yours, your fingers gently tracing over her rings. “Perhaps he and Pietro should meet.” She hummed, leaning a little closer to you. “I’d like our families to get along.” Wanda added as she shuffled a little closer.

 Bucky’s smile could only be described as proud and goofy as he caught a glimpse of you and Wanda kissing. It was so clear to him how much you loved each other and it warmed his heart that you had found someone like Wanda who made you so happy. Taking in a drag of his cigarette, Bucky looked away, resting his head up against the wall as he breathed out the smoke. A nearby mutter caught his attention, making him pause.

 “That’s disgusting.” A man in his late forties scoffed, mouthing off to his friend as he glanced a few times over at you and Wanda. Bucky felt anger bubble inside of him, but his heart leapt when he saw the older man storming towards you Wanda.

 Mid kiss, you were pulled away from Wanda by a heavy, cold hand and slammed back against the bench. You looked up at the man in shock, you’d had rude comments before, but that was new. “Filthy dykes.” He spat at you both, Wanda getting up from the seat to defend you. “You just pushed her and we’re filthy?” Wanda tried to get him away from you but he stayed firmly planted in front of you.

 Bucky dropped his cigarette and ran towards the three of you, the man’s friend trying desperately to pull him away, apologising profusely, though it was falling on deaf ears as both you and Wanda were being berated for your public display of affection.

 Shoving the guy back, Bucky got between him and you and Wanda, keeping you both behind him. “Fuck off you sympathiser.” The older man slurred, Bucky’s temper about ready to snap. “It’s Mister Barnes to you.” Bucky’s voice was low and full of warning, the older man suddenly looking up at him, eyes widening as he realised who he was talking to. “That’s my daughter you just called a… I don’t even want to say it.” Bucky spat, refusing to repeat the slur to him. “You’re disgusting.” Bucky towered over him, muscles tensing as he forced the man to back up against a wall.

 “Bucky.” You called out for him, Wanda holding on to you tightly as she sunk against your side. You didn’t want to see him beat someone to near death and you certainly didn’t want Wanda to see him do it. “Shit, Bucky stop!” You cried out when you heard the crunch of his fist collide with his face. You gently pushed Wanda back as you ran towards Bucky.

 “Buck stop!” you shouted over the two men, Bucky raising his arm to punch him again. “Dad, please.” The name caught his attention and Bucky paused, staring at the guy before glancing back over at you and Wanda. “Not here, not now.” You plead, Bucky immediately releasing his grasp on the guy and letting out a deep sigh. “I’ll hunt you down.” Bucky growled at him before shoving him away and turning back to you and Wanda.

 Bucky’s features softened, you and Wanda practically clinging to one another. “M’sorry doll.” Bucky sighed, demeanor shifting back to his usual softness. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He apologised, eyes landing on Wanda who just gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you for protecting us.” She nodded, stepping towards him. “I just- he called you a-.” Bucky stuttered out, pointed down the road at the guy as he stumbled away.

 “I know, thank you Bucky.” You smiled, stepping forwards and hugging him. “I was just scared you’d beat him to death or something.” You let out a nervous giggle. “I was jus’ gonna rough ‘im up a bit for being a homophobic asshole.” Bucky shrugged, putting his arms around you both and squeezing you tightly against him.

 “Now, I believe you both still have a date to go on.” Bucky changed the subject, walking you both over to the car. “Let me and Steve drop you off somewhere real fancy, it’ll beat this side of town.” Bucky sighed, glancing down the street. “Buck, we can’t afford something real fancy.” You quirked a brow. “It’s on me, doll.” Bucky smiled as Wanda slid into the back seat of the car, leaving you stood outside with Bucky. “You don’t have to do that, Bucky.” You shook your head. Chuckling softly and placing his hand down on your shoulder Bucky gently brushed some of your hair behind your ear. “I just probably scared the shit out of your girlfriend, I think I owe you.” He sighed, pulling you against his chest and hugging you tightly.

 “Also you called me dad.” Bucky grinned proudly, poking you in the side. “It was a slip of the tongue.” You replied matter-of-factly, crossing your arms playfully. “Whatever ya say doll.” He sighed, opening the back door of the car for you. “Thanks, dad.” You smiled up at him, receiving a toothy, proud grin from Bucky. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

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gaea [part 18]

©𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

pairing: steve rogers x reader, bestfriend!tony stark x reader, avengers x reader

summary: you’re the “youngest genius in a century,” working with helen cho to quicken the body’s healing rate with the four classical elements: earth, air, water, and fire.  when hydra kidnaps you and uses your knowledge against you, what will you do to not only save your own life, but everyone else’s?

warnings: violence, injury, action

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“Y/N...” Natasha groaned as Steve set her on an exam table in the medical wing.

Bruce began to do a basic scan on her when she grasped Steve’s hand.

“I’m fine,” she insisted.  “Where’s Y/N?  She has to see I’m okay.”  She leaned back into the table, sighing.  “Poor thing’s going to think this is her fault.”

Steve nodded.  “I’ll find her.”

Natasha’s grip on his hand remained firm.  “Steve,” she said.  “It’s not her fault.  Really, it’s not.”

A grim expression took over his features as he turned to go find you.

He had thought the worst.  You were strong, but anyone would crumple at the thought of them hurting their own teammate, their family.  He knew for a fact that you were incapable of malicious intent, but his mind couldn’t help but doubt it.

What if you really did change for the worse?

When he saw you in the living room, relief made him relax.

“Thank God,” he murmured.  “You okay?”

He received no response from you.  Your expression was unwaveringly emotionless.

“Natasha should be fine,” he explained.  “She’s tough, as are you.”

You walked closer, and Steve started to sense something off.  Your eyes glowed gold as you bore a devillish smirk.

“Hello, Steve.”

“Y/N?” he tried, his body shifting into a slightly defensive stance.

He was thrown into the wall, and held in place by swirling air.  Struggling, he watched you come closer, barely exuding any signs of effort.  

He groaned as the railing began to dig into his skin.  “Y/N!” he rasped.  “What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done a while ago,” you replied cooly.  

Steve gasped for air.  “This isn’t you!” he protested.  “Come on, Y/N!  Snap out of it!”

You snapped your fingers, and a threatening flame coated your hands.  “This is me, Steve.  I was too dumb not to notice,” you explained.  “This is what I was meant to be.”

You brought your hand closer to his face.  You smiled as you watched beads of sweat drip down his temple.  

“And now, I have to kill you.”

“Not on my watch!”

The two of you looked over to see Tony in his suit, pointing a repulser in your direction.  He shot a blast, sending you down the hall.

He flew over and helped Steve to his feet.  He handed him his shield.  “You alright?”

“Fine,” the captain replied.  

You growled as you pushed yourself to your feet.  The burns on your side from the repulser glowed, stitching itself back together.  

“Get out of my way,” you warned.

“Sorry, not an option,” he said.

You grit your teeth as you sent multiple blasts of fire.  

They dodged quickly, hiding behind multiple pieces of furniture to avoid being singed.  You grew frustrated, the fire in your hands growing hotter with each blast.

“Tony, she’s gonna tear this place apart!” Steve shouted over a glass window shattering.

Tony flew around, knocking you over hard enough into some potted plants to throw you off.  He aimed his repulser at you, and for a moment, you were terrified.  The idea of going against your best friend was insane.

He landed, and the suit opened up.  He walked out, holding his hands out carefully as he slowly approached you.

“It’s okay,” he said.  “Just take a deep breath, Y/N.”

You curled tighter into a ball as you leaned against the wall.  Holding your knees close to your chest, you almost buried your face away from his gaze until he knelt in front of you.

“Tony,” Steve warned.

Tony ignored him and barely touched your arm, but it was enough for your eyes to fade back to their normal shade.

Tears filled your eyes with realization.

“Tony?”

“Hey, kiddo,” he said softly.  “You’re okay.”

You grasped his hand desperately.  He could still see a storm brewing behind your gaze.  He watched you relax as he gave you a smile.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes flickered gold.  You were struggling to push the powerful poison from your mind.

“You’re stronger than this,” he told you.

“Not strong enough,” you sneered, your eyes glowing.

You sent a nearby sharp root through Tony’s side.  He gasped as he stumbled back from the pain.

“Tony!” Steve cried as he threw his shield towards you, hitting you square in the chest.

As you groaned and tried to recover, Clint dragged Tony back to where Bruce immediately assessed the wound.  

Bruce’s face was white with fear as he kept pressure on the wound, blood soaking his hands.  “Oh my God, Tony...”

“It’s fine,” he grunted curtly.  “JARVIS, some assistance please!”

“Sir,” the AI responded.

Just as you got to your feet, mechanical cuffs flew to your wrists and ankles, burning your skin as they held you firmly to the wall.  You snarled as you thrashed, struggling against the iron grips.

Steve cautiously came closer, his shield up.  “Y/N.”

“She can’t hear you.”

Bucky stepped out from the shadows, Loki’s sceptre in hand.  The other Avengers tensed as he took careful steps towards Steve.

“The sceptre,” Bruce realized.  “How does he have it?”

A betrayed expression on his face, Steve stood taller, exuding an intimidating stance towards the Winter Soldier.  “What did you do?”

“Broadened her mind,” he replied.  

“Sounds like Loki,” Thor seethed, gripping Mjolnir tighter.  

Bucky pursed his lips.  “I was afraid.”

Steve’s jaw tightened.  “Don’t pull that on us again.”

“I was,” Bucky insisted.  “I killed Strucker.”

“You killed a lot of people,” Steve said.  “That doesn’t mean you should kill more.”

“Yeah?” Bucky shot darkly.  “But it means something.  I have to get rid of the things that hold me back.  Death messes with your mind in ways you can’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” Steve said, lowering his shield.  “Buck, we can help you with this.  There’s a better way out.  There always is!  And you taught me that.”  

Bucky’s eyes were bloodshot.  

“I’m with you to till the end of the line,” Steve breathed.

The other’s stone cold expression began to shatter.  “Damn it, Steve,” he sobbed.

At the same time, you broke out of your restraints, the force sending everyone backward.  You barred your teeth, energy licking your fingertips and sending shivers up your arms.  Too much power flowed through your veins.  One wrong move, and you’d probably disintegrate everyone.

Wind twisted around you violently as you created a spontaneous storm.  The pressure immobilized everyone, keeping them close to the ground.  

“Y/N!” Steve shouted over the whistling winds.

part 19

[arigatouiris]

head over heels // b.b — [09]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; mentions of drugs and drug abuse and explicit sexual references; mentions of anxiety, depressive thoughts, suicide, post-traumatic stress; fluff [in later chapters]

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 1300

Author’s Note: Short chapter, but heh. So much is revealed here huehuehue~

09. burn

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The two of them sat at Bucky’s small table, with eggs and sausages on their plates, however Bucky’s mind was elsewhere. 

He quickly thought of the man that had attacked [Name] the other day, calling her a monster. He thought of how she told him she had secrets, of how she revealed way less than anyone he had ever met before.

He couldn’t even comprehend the words she was speaking because he was so immersed in his curiosity about her. Did she kill someone? Did she go in for some felony that would ultimately make him think differently of her?

But, how could that be possible? She was so open to him.

There he sat, across her, wondering about her, with no words in his mouth. He didn’t understand why he was so confused. He didn’t understand why this suddenly mattered. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t stay still or stay calm despite her having accepted him so openly and without judgment. Was it judgment at all that was preventing him from relaxing at that second? Or was it something else?

    “You’re lost in thought.” She pointed out, looking straight at him.

Bucky froze. “Um,” He had no idea what to say, “It’s nothing… I’m just… I’m grateful.”

He didn’t know that she could tell apart lie from fact. However, she knew when not to probe. She concentrated on her meal and hoped Bucky would eat his too. But when the eggs turned cold, she knew something was wrong. All of a sudden, she felt less welcome and more foreign. She stared at Bucky, thought of how he had told her he loved her but did he?

What suddenly changed?

    “Bucky, I…” If only she knew that Bucky was contemplating on something about her, she could have changed things. “I need to go.”

He didn’t even stop her. He couldn’t. It wasn’t as if he suddenly resented her, no. He loved her, he loved every bit of her. But, if she was a criminal and he a part of the Avengers now, it changed everything in his head. He was confused, afraid, lost—Bucky was torn. If he were a regular person, he would never have let something like this get in the way. However, he now had to think like an Avenger. He now had to put everything else in front of his own needs.

But, if he had merely asked her, she would have told him.

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12 Years Ago, New York

For as long as she could remember, she was a hate-filled person. 

Rage fueled her veins and each waking day, rage was what kept her alive. With no parents, no family, she was raised as mere cattle, asked to do one chore after another. She didn’t even have a name, gestures would do the trick. The man who others thought was her father, Radley, was a monster—who spent his days drinking, and nights beating her for fun.

However, raising sheep was one of her favorite things to do. Radley’s wife was nice to her, but she passed away one stormy night due to the weather. Ever since then, even the slightest bit of sunlight had exited her life.

Radley had three children. Despite being raised in a household with a well-knit family, the boys hated one another. Jealous over each other’s possessions and existence. And well, the only thing they had in common was in how they treated her.

She watched with rage filled eyes as Radley’s eldest son, Michael, kicked her to the ground. The boys enjoyed beating her occasionally, the only bit of bonding that they shared.

    “You stay down, you dumb bitch.”

    “Hogger.”

    “Fucking free-loading cunt.”

Words never affected her anymore. Especially not the ones Radley’s sons would throw at her. As a teenager, the only thing that she ever wanted was to see them dead so that she would be free to go where she wanted. She had no education, she had no paid job, she was what they called her—a free-loading hogger.

However, a daily task changed her life that morning.

She was asked to buy some more food for the sheep. She walked over to the store, a solid twenty minute walk, and it was while she was returning did she meet him for the first time. The first thing she thought of when she saw him was that he killed children for a living. He sat by the side of the road, a black trench coat covering him, a brown hat on his head, and a wicked grin.

What he told her that day, haunts her alive till date.

    “You’ll have a wish granted because you seem so nice. Name it, and you’ll have it.”

Perhaps, it was the wrath of a teenager having been kicked to the ground so many times that bothered her most at that moment. She paused, gave the weird man a good look and stilled.

    “Any wish?”

The man chuckled before taking his hat off. He had dark skin, and she saw scars adorned on his face. She was scared of him, but she didn’t let it show.

   “Name it and it’s yours, [Name].”

She narrowed her eyes. “[Name]?”

    “You look like a [Name].”

    “But, that’s not my name.”

The man didn’t say a word. It was as if he knew she was nameless.

    “What’s the wish then?”

She didn’t even think he was being serious. Therefore, as a joke, she said, “I wish the family that I lived with were burned alive.”

The man grinned at her, nodded once before walking away, the grin on his face still intact. She frowned once before continuing her way back, trying her hardest to forget about the words that came out of her mouth.

That night, her life changed.

She woke up with a start. She didn’t have a room for herself, she often slept with the sheep or on colder days she slept in the hall. Perhaps, it was good that the night was not too cold. Because the second she exited the shed, the house was on fire.

She gasped before running toward the house, pushing her way through, wondering and wondering over how this had happened. She entered the hall, fire surrounding her, and noticed how there were three bodies in there, Radley and two of his sons, lying there, breathless. She gasped before trying to look for Michael, the oldest, who was missing. She screamed his name, but the fumes were too much. Suffocated, she ran out of the burning house, crying and screaming, and she stopped.

She stood as she watched the house burning down. Her eyes were wide and her jaw dropped. She remembered speaking to the strange man, and what he had said.

Where’s Michael? Where’s that strange man? What’s happening?

She heard sirens from all over her, the police had finally come. The firefighters quickly followed, but she didn’t move from her spot. It was as if someone had pulled something out of her that stopped every sort of reaction that could have come out of her.

A second later, her hands were grabbed and put behind her back. And Michael’s voice was strong and clear.

    “She’s the one who set the fire.”

The officer didn’t take time asking, “What’s your name, kid?”

And she didn’t take time in answering back, “[Name].”

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Tarte Shape Tape Foundation -- Updates

Tarte Double Duty Beauty Shape Tape Matte Foundation also available in a hydrating formula retails for $39.00 on Ulta.com

NOW 18 shades ranging from Fair sand to Mahogany

By now everyone’s heard the controversy associated with Tarte’s latest release: the shape tape foundation. The highly anticipated foundation raised eyebrows when swatches of the matte and hydrating foundations began circulating the internet. With 15 shades ranging from fair sand to mahogany, the lack of inclusion and complete disregard for darker skinned women immediately sparked outcries. The range skips several shades and undertones for tan to deep skinned women, yet features 11 developed shades ranging in a variety of undertones for fair to light skinned women.

So why Tarte?? Why did you think it was a good idea to release an incomplete and un-inclusive foundation line? You are a highly developed and successful brand and it is UNACCEPTABLE to turn your attention away from such a large group of women, a group of women who spend 7.5 billion dollars on beauty products annually, nearly 80% more than their white counterparts, and STILLcan’t find a half decent foundation shade. Based on this alone, Black women should be your target consumer. And no, featuring THREE shades for tan to deep women does not make you an inclusive brand. I, a previous supporter of Tarte cosmetics, am extremely disappointed with this complete disregard for a whole spectrum of women. I waited impatiently for a public apology for this blatant lack of consideration, but instead you blocked criticizing comments and stated “summer shades” would eventually be released. Dark skinned women are still dark skinned women in the winter and failing to incorporate shades for them now is an insult to all people of color. The foundation was available on tartecosmetics.com on January 15th, yet Tarte did not issue this official apology until the 22nd:

You all know by now that we revealed our much anticipated shape tape foundation… & the final shade range that we launched was definitely not a full representation of all of you. It may be too little too late, but we can assure you this was not meant in any kind of malicious way. We all just got caught up in #shapetapenation and seeing your tweets asking for it… We wanted to get the product out as fast as possible, and we made the decision to move forward before all the shades were ready to go. We know there is no excuse & we take full responsibility for launching this way. We lost sigh of what’s really important in this industry, & for those who feel alienated in our community, we want to personally apologize. We’re doing everything in our power to bring those unfinished shades as fast as we can, at any cost. WE CAN AND WILL DO BETTER.

So now the question is, will you really do better Tarte? We are fed up with the stigma associated with POC in the beauty industry and the complete and utter lack of consideration for them as customers. You issued the apology I’ve been waiting for and I am giving you a second chance… Don’t mess this up.