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Daddy Makeover

Pairing: Father!Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

Word Count:1030

Summary: Bucky has a five year old daughter who wants to give him a makeover.

Request:  omg will you write one where bucky is the readers dad and the reader is still pretty young (like 5-7 ish?) and they like to give bucky makeovers and steve walks in when buckys hair is all done up and stuff?

Note: I honestly love writing this kind of stuff, like please send me more of these kind of scenaros with Marvel Parents

“Uncle Tony!” Your, oh so, small legs carried you into the lab of one of the ‘Uncles’ you lived with. “Uncle Tony, have you seen Daddy anywhere!?” You yelled once more before standing in front of him.

Tony grabbed you from the waist and set you on his lap. “Sorry squirt, haven’t seen the old man today.”

“Awn…” You pouted lightly. You jumped off his lap before saying “Alright. Bye Uncle Stank!”

“Halt bugger brain!” He got onto his feet, walked towards you and turned you around to face him. He crouched down to your height. “Where did you here that name?”

“Uncle Rhodes told me.” You giggled a bit. “He told me if I called you that he would give me candy… Which he did.”

He sighed before shaking his head. “Alright, fine. You can run off to find your dad now. Bye squirt.” He gave you a light pat on the head, sending you off. When leaving the lab, you heard your Uncle yelling “Rhodey!”

-

You made your way to the living room, since that’s where most of your ‘family’ would be. In your five years of living, you lived with your dad, Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers in the Tower. You never really knew your mother since no one will tell you what happened to her so you didn’t bother asking until they wanted too.

“Auntie Tash! Uncle Clint!” You ran towards the pair that were sitting on the couch and sat in-between them.

“Hey, bub. What do you need.” Natasha asked you while petting your long hair.

“Have any of you seen Daddy?” You asked them, looking at them with hopeful eyes.

“Sorry, [Y/N], we haven’t seen him today.” Clint told you which made you sigh. “Why don’t you go ask Uncle Steve, he usually knows where he is.”

Your eyes beamed because it was true, Steve always knew where he was. “Thank you Auntie Tash and Uncle Clint!” You gave them both a quick peck on the cheek before you short legs carried you towards where you thought your Uncle Steve was.

“Uncle Steve, where are you?!” You called out, frantically looking for him.

“I’m in the dining room.” You heard his voice and you ran faster, well as fast as your legs could.

When you ran into the dining room, you saw him talking with Wanda. “Uncle Steve, there you are!” You hugged his long leg before he bent down to pick you up which you wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Hi Auntie Wanda.” You smiled at her and waved.

“Hello, [Y/N].” She came closer and poked your side lightly which made you laugh a bit.

“Hey, munchkin.” Steve gave you a small peck on the cheek. “What can I do for you, shorty?” Steve was your favorite uncle, everyone knew that. He was there with you since birth and after your mother died, he watched over you when Bucky couldn’t or when he needed it because it got hard for him to do it all alone.

“Do you know where Daddy is?” You asked what felt like the millionth time. “Uncle Clint said you would know where he is and it’s really important.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What is so important that you have to look for your dad?”

You shook your head. “You’ll see later, Uncle Steve. So can you please tell me where he is?”

He mimicked your action with a light chuckle. “He’s in his room watching some Television.”

“Thank you, Uncle Steve.” You waited a second but you were still in his arms. “You can let me down now, Uncle Steve.” Yo gave him a serious look.

“Sassy, aren’t we?” He asked you but you didn’t bother answering, you just giggled and nodded. “I’ll see you later, munchkin.” He set you down on the ground where you were once again short.

“Bye, Uncle Steve and Auntie Wanda!”

-

You entered you fathers room with a big smile. “Daddy!” You exclaimed when you saw him sitting on the couch in his room.

He turned his head at the sound of your voice. A smile formed on his lips when you came running towards him, so he grabbed you and sat you on his lap. “Well, hello princess.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek which you giggled at because his stubble tickled when it rubbed against your cheek.

“I have a very important question too ask you, Daddy.” You gave him the same serious look you gave Steve.

“And, what would that be?” He cocked his eyebrow, such as Steve did.

“I want to give you a makeover.” You gave him a pleading look, a look that he couldn’t resist.

“Why do I need a makeover, don’t you think I’m pretty enough? Do you think I’m… Ugly?“ He played the fake offended. He started to tickle you which put you into a fit of giggles.

“D-Daddy, s-stop it!” You giggled at, it was a sound he could never get tired of.

He stopped once you asked him because, like him, you get mad when you have too ask twice. “Only because I love you.” He told you while giving you another kiss.

“So, about that makeover Daddy…”

-

An hour later and whatever makeover items you had, later, your dad was all dolled up. He had a bunch of braids in his shoulder length hair, red lipstick and blue eye shadow and he still doesn’t know what he looked like.

You heard the door open and Steve’s voice was heard “Hey Buck-” He stopped when he saw the view. “Wow, you never looked any better, Bucky.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Punk.” You father muttered.

You gasped and lightly tapped your dads shoulder. “Daddy! Language…” You scolded your father on his 'dirty’ language.

“Steve, you corrupted my daughter!” Your father exclaimed.

“At least we know she won’t swear…” You heard your uncle whisper to no one. You saw him take at his cell phone. “The internet will love this. Smile!” You complied and smiled for the picture while your father looked back at you, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Text imagine: You find a spider in your bathroom so you (naturally) call your boyfriend, Peter, to come deal with it  

Requested by: Anonymous (The original request was for the reader to find a spider in their bedroom, but I changed it a bit to fit the situation. Hope that’s okay!)  

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@ xo-ivanna-xii requested:

Hi! Can you make something angst of Steve x Reader. Where the reader was falling in love secretly with Steve and suddenly Steve is proposing Sharon Carter in front of her? And since that she just ran away from everything and begin work as one of Fury spy and Steve starting worry about her after she missed for a year? Happy ending please!! And please tag me because I really like your story 💜💜

Words: 1.848

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Not enough angst, not enough fluff. Little swearing.

Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS REQUEST BEFORE BUT I REALLY COULDN’T COME WITH ANYTHING!! @ilovebeingjoyful knows because I must have told her a hundred times haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

You felt how your heart was ripped off your chest, just like in that Simpsons’ scene, when Laura takes out Bart’s heart and tosses it away in the trashcan. You tried to walk away but your legs were stiff and your mind was numb.   “… So, Sharon I am here on my knees to ask you a very important question… do you want to marry me?” Steve was on his knee, revealing a diamond ring to Sharon.   A loud crash interrupted the happy couple. The glass of water you had in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the tiles in a matter of seconds. You jumped back when the water got to your bare feet. They both looked at you and you were finally out of your shocked state. Sharon and Steve ran to you to help you gather the shattered glass on the floor.   “FUCK!” You yelled “God I am so sorry guys, I didn’t see you were here” You hurried to apologize as you picked the wet bits of glass from the floor “Pease, don’t mind me” “You’ll hurt yourself (Y/N)” Sharon said in a motherly manner, helping you pick up the pieces “Go put on a pair of shoes” “No biggie” You faked a smile “By the way, congrats guys, I heard the last part. I’m sure you will be extremely happy together”   After apologizing for the hundredth time. You ran back to the kitchen trying to keep the tears inside your eyes. The pointy glass didn’t hurt as much as seeing Steve proposing to Sharon. You knew you should have said something first. You were hopelessly in love with the soldier and you knew in your heart you would have made a better wife than Sharon. Yes, she was in love with him too, and apparently she was way prettier than you, but no one knew Steve the way you did.   You used your spy abilities to cover your feelings and to shove them in the back of your mind and calmly made your way to your room. You took your phone from its charger and dialed the only number who could give you some peace of mind.   “Fury, you still got the job?” You asked immediately after the other line picked up and nodded at his answer “Count me in”   You cried your heart out after throwing your phone on the bed again.  It literally felt like someone threw a stone at a wall made of glass. Maybe het glass shattering before was a way to explain how you felt, a very literal way. You didn’t want to see him ever again.   That same night you packed only the necessary; your uniforms, your favorite Colt M1911, mags, a knife and of course, normal clothing for the everyday girl you were. Without looking back, you took a jet that awaited for you at an hour that everyone were supposed to be fast asleep.   But only one night owl was there to see you.   After a few weeks from your disappearing, Steve started to wonder where you were. Since you didn’t show up for training or you were not even invited to the parties or gatherings Tony hosted once in a while, the super soldier began asking around the team but no one really knew where you were. You left without major warning and everyone thought you’d come back soon. Maybe you were assigned to a tough mission or something like that. Sam was the one who was most calmed about your whole missing state; he knew about your whereabouts and he had a mission of his own: to never tell Steve about you or the reason you truly left.   “No one knows about (Y/N)?” The blonde soldier asked after training “Seriously?” “Steve, she must be gone for a reason” Sharon soothed her soon-to-be husband caressing his shoulder “Whatever that reason is, we must respect it” “She can be dead by now and we wouldn’t know” He pointed out “None of you care about her anymore?” “Steve” Sam interjected “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine” “How can you be so sure?” “Steve, if Sam says she’s fine, we better trust him” Sharon agreed. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Steve stormed out of the training room and left her fiancée and best friend with a puzzled expression.   Steve missed you more than ever. He needed you.   “We’re going back to the States, agent (Y/L/N)” Fury said “We have the flight in a few hours”   You were enjoying breakfast in the gorgeous Thera, in Greece. Your job had been over for a month now and you suggested to go on vacation until something came up, and the beautiful island was the perfect destination to lay low for a while. After a year of being everywhere and fighting everyone, you deserved to rest.   You missed home, you missed Sam, and you missed… Did you? In this whole year of being away your mind was so full of things that Steve was not even a thing to think about, not even when you slept, so for that reason you weren’t truly sure if you were still in love with him. Maybe you weren’t, and that was a good thing.   “Is there a reason for that?” You asked, munching a mouthful of pancakes. “I miss home” He answered simply, going back to his orange juice “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, sir” You replied coldly.   It’s not like you had any problems with going back. You thought it would be nice to stop by and check up on everyone’s life, but now that you deeply thought about it, seeing Steve might trigger something inside you. The last time you saw him he was proposing to Sharon, what was going to be now? A tiny blonde kid running around? Were you even ready to see him after a year of being out?   Surely you could fight bad guys and everything you encountered, but having avoiding your feelings for so long made you quite reluctant to face them again. Perhaps Fury did things for a reason.   “Fury, can I ask you something? You said after a long pause, but still not daring to look at him “Why did you think of me for this job? Natasha was better qualified for this” “Do you want me to lie or you prefer the truth?” “I think I deserve the truth” You leaned your back on the chair’s back and put on your glasses. “I knew how madly in love you were with captain Rogers, and I also knew that he was going to propose to Miss Carter. I care about you (Y/N)” He sighed “You’re at your best when your mind is off from the things that hurt you… And he hurts you, everyone but him could tell” He wasn’t even looking at you but you were sure about his words “You needed the distraction, I needed an agent… You will thank me later about this” “Will I?” You asked, his response was only a careless shrug. A private jet was waiting for you after getting things ready. It had no sign whatsoever of being one of Tony’s or SHIELD’s. You looked at the clear sky and silently said goodbye to the beautiful island and got your mind ready for confrontation. The few hours of flying were not enough to keep your mind in peace.   Upon arrival, Sam, Steve and Natasha gathered to welcome you back. Natasha ran off with Fury while you stayed with the veterans. Sam updated you a little bit on how things were around the facilities and Steve silently looked at you and observed every little thing you did.   Sam headed away after noticing he was being a third wheel.   “So, how’s everything?” You asked “How’s the married life?” “I don’t know about that” Steve laughed loudly “I’m not married” “God, I’m so sorry” You hurried to apologize, causing Steve to laugh even harder. “I’m not sad. I mean, kind of. Sharon broke up with me… She knew that after a while, I was not completely in love with her” He shrugged. “Well, that’s not so bad” You shrugged too “Poor Sharon though… She seemed really in love with you when I accidentally walked on you two” “Yeah, but she didn’t seem so in love when I walked on her and one of the new recruits having sex in my bed” He rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips “Anyway, enough of me already. How was your year? Where have you been?” “I’ve been everywhere, to be honest with you” You sighed “Fury has kept me quite busy and I appreciate that… I needed some time out, to clarify my thoughts or at least to keep my mind away from things” You bit your bottom lip before giving away too much information. “I saw you leaving that night… I wanted to go say goodbye but it didn’t seem like a good thing to do” “It wouldn’t have been either”   You two remained silent as you walked carefree around the facilities. It wasn’t very changed, but it felt different from what it before you left. It was not like going back home at all. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and things were about to get worst.   “(Y/N) answer me with the truth, why did you leave?” He grabbed your arm and forced you to look up to him. “Fury needed me for a job” You shrugged, you were not exactly lying “And I said yes” “But what made you leave so silently. You never told any of us about this job, and you didn’t say goodbye. And why is that you casually left when I proposed to Sharon? Why that day? Why not any other given day?” “Because I knew that if I stayed here I wouldn’t function anymore. Fury knew it as well. He said that I was in my best when nothing hurt me” “And what hurt you?” “You did, Rogers” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from shivering “I was so desperately in love with you that… You remember when I broke the glass?” He nodded silently “My heart felt like that too. I know it was my fault for not saying it before, but you were with Sharon and you were so happy with her that whatever I said would only cause trouble and that was the last thing I ever wanted” You took your hand to your hair and ran your fingers through it “I might have loved you, but I still wanted you to be happy…” “You loved me? Past tense?” “Undefined tense” You replied “You said something about… Not being completely in love with Sharon… Are you in love with someone else?” “I thought I wasn’t but… You were gone and I guess… You never know what you have until it’s gone” “You love me?” He replied with a smile and a shrug “It might be too late” You warned. “But we can try anyway” He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you kept walking.

#said dude that shows up dressed like a bird

Not Alone

Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

Not Alone

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Could you do one where Steve finds an orphaned little girl somehow and he kinda takes her under his wing please?

Note: Awwwwww. Let’s say reader is about five years old? Maybe a bit younger?

After Sokovia, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries set up a program to reunite survivors with their families and find them sustainable housing. Steve Rogers and the rest of the new Avengers helped some days, trying to help families find each other.

It had been months, and yet one little girl hadn’t found her family. And she wouldn’t. They were all gone.

“Sweetie,” Steve knelt down in front of you. You were sitting in a chair under the tent the team was stationed at. It was empty, and the only people left were them and you. “How would you like to come home with us?”

“Okay,” you nodded, sniffles left from all of the crying. You wiped your eyes. Steve smiled, offering you his large hand. You latched onto his finger as he led you to the quinjet. Steve helped you into a car seat and buckled you in. The machine took off.

“Are you Captain America?” you asked. He smiled, gentle blue eyes sparkling.

“I am,” he nodded. “But my friends call me Steve. You can call me Steve too, if you want.”

“Steve, where are we going?”

“To the Avengers Facility,” Steve answered. “Somewhere you’ll be safe, where you won’t have to be alone.”

“Good.” You smiled gently. “I don’t like being alone.”

***

Weeks later, you woke up crying. Nightmares about Sokovia plagued your sleep and you could never seem to sleep without a disturbance.

Steve came to your room soon after, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and clicking on your bedroom light.

“You okay?” he asked. You shook your head, fresh tears forming in your eyes. He jogged over and sat on your bed. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay, I promise,”

“It was Sokovia all over again,” you sobbed, your tiny body shaking. “I was all alone…”

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.” Steve grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and wiped your tears away.

“S-Steve, please don’t leave,” you begged.

“I won’t,” Steve smiled softly. He bent forward and kissed your forehead. “I’ll sleep on your couch. Right over here.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Goodnight Steve,”

“Goodnight,”

Title: Rough Night (reader x Matt)

Summary: Reader likes Matthew Murdock and goes out after work to find him, only to see him and Karen kissing

Word Count: 1417

A/N: YES MATT YES! Also WHAT 900 FOLLOWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH. I cannot even fathom that many people. Thank you, so much, from the bottom of my heart

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oooooo a Loki X reader wedding of some sort to give us a lethal dose of fluff

The Wedding of Loki Laufeyson

Summary: Life has been going well for Loki Laufeyson, all things considered. He’s finally paid off his debts and restored his honor, and now that his parole has ended, he’s free to reclaim his place as a Prince of Asgard. There are many things that he’s eager to do - to travel without supervision again, for one, and to spend at least a few days in bed with his mortal love…

He just has to make it through his wedding, first.

Word Count: 1878

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

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best of captain america: civil war

t’challas entire arc in the movie from start to finish

“can you move your seat up?” “no.” 

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?” “I hate you”

and every other sam and bucky scene tbh

WHEN BUCKY WAS BUYING PLUMS

the fight choreography between bucky and t’challa

the chocolate bars on top of buckys notebook

bucky having a picture of steve in his notebook

”captain” “your highness”

t’challa coming out of no where just to fight bucky literally the embodiment of the surprise bitch meme

”his name is red wing, go ahead and pet it”

when bucky did a spin in mid air onto the motorcycle

when bucky just held up his metal arm to stop bullets

the big ass location titles???

steves reliance and trust in sam

“im clint” “i dont care”

“sooooo do you like cats?”

sam diving down so fast to catch rhodey (someone whos not even on his team!!!!) and then apologizing for not being able to (even though it wasnt even his fault!!!)

steve joking with bucky about how theyre like 100 years old

Gravity

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Gravity

Prompt: Can I please have a Bucky x Reader? The reader lives in a small town in Oregon and is totally the stereotype. And whatever you do with it is cool. Idk I live here and love it and yeah haha thank you so much!

Warnings: I am still suffering from Gravity Falls feels. Forgive me.

It was summer. And while you wished you were off on some tropical island, your parents had shipped you off to work in your great-uncle’s shop in a small town in Oregon. It was boring. Every day was the same as the last. You watched as helpless tourist after tourist stumbled into the tourist-trap-town. Well, until one day.

The day had started as normal. You were sitting behind the register, flipping through a magazine during one of the slowest hours of the day.

“Ugh,” You set down the magazine and pulled out your phone, forgetting for a moment that the shop didn’t seem to have any cell service. It was a real problem. And until you went back to New York, where your parents lived, you had patchy service and more bug bites than you could count.

“Something wrong, kiddo?” asked your great-uncle Dan. He was dressed up in his usual uniform, a suit and tie with his lucky 8-ball cane.

“The cell service is out again.” You complained. “How am I supposed to text my friends if I can’t even get a bar?”

“I’ll see what I can do about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, why don’t you restock the vending machine and fold some t-shirts and then maybe it’ll be fixed.”

“Sure, whatever,” you grumbled.

You got out from behind the counter and grabbed the box of chip bags stashed back there. You used a key from the ring hooked to your belt loop and unlocked the vending machine. It only took a few minutes to restock the machine. After that, you folded t-shirts and set them on the stacks of shirts in the middle of the store.

The little bell over the door rang, signaling that you had to resume your post behind the desk. You trudged over and sat on the stool as a man walked in.

He was tall, muscular, his chin covered in stubble. He was wearing a red flannel, worn out jeans, and brown work boots. You caught a glint of metal peeking out from beneath his sleeve. Tufts of brown hair stuck out of his baseball cap, and he looked to you with soulful blue eyes.

You watched as he walked around the shop, picking up a few things and making his way over to the counter to check out. You rang up his things: a t-shirt, a keychain, a new baseball cap, a flashlight, and some other things.

“What brings you to our sleepy little town?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled a little, shyly.

“I, uh, I’m looking for a girl named (Y/N),” he said. Your heart raced. Shit. He knew.

“Why?” You asked, subtly hiding your nametag by zipping up your hoody. “Did she do something wrong?”

“No, uh, she just…she’s special. We need her.”

“How did you find me?” You asked, defensively. Your expression hardened. “And who are you with?”

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N),” he stated in disbelief, looking you over. “I expected someone…”

“Older? Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“My name is Bucky. Your great-uncle is the son of my friend.”

“Hey kid, is everything okay in here?” asked Grunkle Dan, walking back into the store. He eyed the stranger. “Well I’ll be darned. Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes. I’ve been waiting for you for a while, pal.”

“Grunkle Dan, what’s happening? Who is this?”

“(Y/N), this is Bucky. He’s going to take you somewhere safe. Did you pack your duffle bag like I told you to?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Take it and go. I’ll see you soon, kiddo.” he said quickly.

You grabbed your bag from behind the counter and reluctantly followed Bucky out the door. He opened the passenger door of a shiny black pick-up truck and helped you into the seat. He slammed the door shut before walking around the side of the truck and hopping into the driver’s seat. He started down the old dirt roads.

“I know it’s kind of a bit late for introductions, but…I’m James. Everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, a bit scared. You had no idea what was happening. Mere minutes earlier you had been a Gifted working in a gift shop. Now, you didn’t know what was happening.

“You don’t have to be scared, (Y/N). I won’t let anyone hurt you.” he paused. “But to answer your question, we’re going to upstate New York. I have a friend that’d like to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

Playing House

Author: Mikala

Characters: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Maybe like one swear word?

Author’s Note: This was also supposed to be a drabble… I am known for going above and beyond. The prompt was “I needed someone… And you were the only one I thought of.” I made up a cousin/family members for Clint. As always in my fics, Clint’s wife and kids do not exist in this. Let me know if you want a smutty Part 2?

Makeup scrubbed off, freshly showered, hair pulled up, pajamas on. You bed was calling your name, and as far as you were concerned, nothing was going to pull you away from it. You had just laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and found a comfortable position when you heard your cell phone’s text alert sound go off. You groaned, tempted to ignore it, but it went off twice more almost immediately afterwards. You figured that if it was an emergency, whoever it was would have called you rather than texted… But then again, who would text you three times in a row when it was almost midnight? Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself rolling over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You smiled when you saw the messages were from “Merida.” You had a fierce love for all things Disney, and maybe a little crush on a certain archer friend of yours, so that was what Clint’s number was saved as in your contacts. You quickly scrolled through his most recent texts to you.

EMERGENCY. I NEED YOUR HELP ASAP –Clint

Ok well… It’s not really an emergency but I would appreciate your help –Clint

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