The Suck-Kovian Accords

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.

Take A Selfie (Avengers Imagine)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

“I’m thinking England, maybe.” ~ (Y/N) (L/N)

IMAGINE: Traveling around the world on vacation with Bucky while he takes selfies and sends them to Steve.

Warnings: None A/N: Sorry it’s so short and I wanted to point out that I don’t know where the guards with big furry hats (Bearskins I believe they’re called) are actually at but I’ve heard they’re from England. Requested by anonymous

You gave a full-hearted laugh as Bucky looked down at his phone, you could clearly see a picture of him taking a photo with the Eiffel Tower behind him.

He had been doing this all week, the two of you needed a rest from the constant back to back missions you’ve been getting, you were surprised they allowed the two of you to do this.

Clint had retired a long time ago, he was with his family and Natasha who was still getting over the whole Civil War incident that had happened only a few months ago, so of course the missions were all piled up on you. Bucky had chosen to go back into the cryostasis chamber, but a few months later Steve had asked for them to release him, knowing well enough that he wouldn’t harm anyone any more, not even you.

“He sent me an emoji.” Bucky stated. You looked away from the plane’s windows and plucked the phone out of his hands, politely. “About how many selfies have you taken?” You clicked the home button and clicked the photos icon.

He had taken a lot, a few of you were scattered in there too which caused an enlightened grin to form on your lips.

“Oh, God Bucky. You’re so cute in this one.” You turned the photo back to him and he laughed too. It was the one he had taken at Belgium while running away from a cop. You don’t even remember what he had done to cause one to chase him, but it was sure as hell funny.

You sent that one to Steve before handing the phone back to Bucky. “Where to?” He said, glancing out of the window to see the clouds reflecting the beautiful colors of the sunset.

“I’m thinking England, maybe. You could take a picture with those weird guards that never move.” You replied. Bucky grinned at the thought of taking a photo with them and their furry hats.

“Defiantly, let’s go there. What do think will happen if I take their hats?“ You smiled at Bucky. “Don’t even think about it.” Bucky threw a smirk at you and winked. “Wasn’t planning on it, doll.” He joked.

Steve heard the sound of his phone ring, causing him to chuckle as he read it was a message from Bucky.

He unlocked the phone and expected to see another photo of Bucky doing something crazy, but instead it was a picture of you.

You were glancing out of the window, a smile on you lips which made him assume Bucky had said something funny to you.

Bucky: You know, Stevie, I think I just fell in love with her all over again.

*gifs don’t belong to me*

Game of Bones

Movie artwork by Failunfailunmefailun 

Raindrops ||Steve Rogers/Reader||

Summary: Steve is in love with you. Always was. But he keeps avoiding you for weeks. Will it be too late for him to tell you?

Genre:Angst

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: This is an oneshot(maybe)

A/N: Is it called self-harm when you’re writing Stories that make you cry for hours?

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Steve wasn’t an open character when it came to love. Someone else would make it obvious by looking at this one person for hours smiling but Steve didn’t. Steve was hopelessly in love. Only Natasha knew what was happening with him. She knew men. But Steve’s situation was unnatural. He didn’t looked at the one he loved with blushes or cute smiles. He was just leaving the room without saying anything. He walked away. Natasha of course didn’t tell anything. Steve wasn’t trying to make a move. He was scared and lost. Afraid that he might end up hurting you.

Steve saw you walking in to the room and made his way out, but you cut him by grabbing his arm. He stopped studying your face. Trying to memorize everything about you. He could draw you later or sleep and dream about you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He didn’t speak. He left.He walked away. You stood to the room alone looking at the wall. You didn’t realize the tears falling down your face. “Steve!” You shout waiting for his reply. “Steve! Come over here!” He just stood in the living room in the couch of the famous Avengers Tower watching the news. Today the news were talking again about the refugees in the Mediterranean Sea. Small, innocent kids and their parents losing their homes everyday cause of the war. Some of them losing family members, even themselves. “Steve we need to talk.” He walked away.

****

“Y/n Y/l/n, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. Please get ready for your mission. Five minutes.” The director of s.h.i.e.l.d spoke.

“Steve. Can we talk?” He just looked at you and then continued looking at his clock.

“Four minutes y/l/n.” You locked eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the longest talk we had in weeks.” Silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he shook his head. “Just say something to me! We haven’t talk in weeks and all you do is pretend that everything’s ok!” He walked away. You sighed and looked down shaking your head.

****

“Just talk to her. Avoiding her for weeks doesn’t make things worse.” Natasha told to her blond friend. “Do it before it’s too late. Do it before you regret why you didn’t.”

“You don’t understand. Everything I touch gets hurted. I don’t want to hurt her. If I just enter her life like that I will ruin it.” The redhead woman gave him a sad smile.

“Steve I’m sure, you’ll make your both lives better. Can’t you see? You’re in love with each other.” He nodded. His blue eyes looking at you now.

“I will do it after the mission. I promise.”

****

You ran to the field avoiding the bullets flying through you. You had a mission and you needed to finish it. Even though that meant getting injured. The three of the hostages you needed to save were now dead. You couldn’t risk another one to get killed of. Eleven. You heard from your comm and lost it. Eleven people got killed. Eleven people you couldn’t save. So concerned to the mission. So concerned about other people’s lives.You fell to the ground holding your wound. The world and the noise were becoming a faded picture in your ear. The only thing you felt was pain. The only thing you could hear was a scream. Raindrops were falling to your body.

*****

“Hey Y/N. I just want to tell you that I love you. I always did. But I never got the chance to tell you. Forgive me about everything I did. Alright darling?” Steve stood above your grave, the raindrops mixed with his own tears. “I should have told you.” Now he stood in one knee holding a ring, placing it next to the flowers he brought you earlier. “I love you.. Why did you leave me? Why did you not stay here with me? I need you y/n.” He realized that time passed. “Goodbye my lover”.

“Does it ever stop hurting?” “No, you just make room for it.”

A/N: This is the first piece that I’ve ever written for MCU and also the first piece that I have ever dared to publish. I don’t have anyone to proofread my work so I but I hope that you like it. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). 

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Reader and Bucky share moments of silence when recovering from nightmares and sleepless nights. Angst/Fluff (still trying to fully grasp the idea of types)

Warnings: none.. bad writing? 

Word count: 818

You gasped for air as you woke up from a bad nightmare. They were getting worse. Ever since you got back from that mission you’d been getting very bad nightmares, worse than the usual. It was understandable, that mission took a lot out of you and you were full of guilt. Hydra had taken you away, experimented on you, made you do things you didn’t want to do. You killed 15 people while under Hydra’s influence, with the drug they tested on you which made them control you. This lasted 5 months before your teammates, the avengers found you again.

Everyone was glad to find out that you had kept your memory once they were able to retract the substance Hydra had injected in you. You were too, but that also meant that you remembered every single person that you killed. You remembered their faces, how they begged for mercy and it haunted you. Every night they would appear in your nightmares and it scared you to know what you were capable off, drugged or not. What hurt the most was to feel the pain and finally understand at some level what your friend Bucky had to go through. You only knew a fraction off it, and it hurt you to know how much affect it had. It always had though, you always felt for him. You turned the on the lamp on your bed side table and looked around before standing up from your bed. You threw on a hoodie before you went down to the kitchen. You looked at the clock on the oven before reaching for the fridge, it was only 3am. 

 ‘’Hey Y/N’’ you jumped at the man’s voice causing you to drop the milk you were holding. You turned around to look at him. ‘’You scared the shit out of me, Bucky’’ you whisper trying not wake the others, if dropping the milk hadn’t already. You grabbed a towel to clean up the mess you had made while Bucky sat down by the kitchen island opposite where you were standing. 

‘’Couldn’t sleep?’’ Bucky asked after you threw the towel in the sink thinking you’d clean it up better tomorrow. You threw the empty carton away before grabbing a new one from the fridge.

,,No, not really, and you?’’ you answered as you take a moment to look at him. He seemed drained of energy as he shook his head. ‘’would you like some milk?’’ you asked as you poured milk in two glasses, not waiting on him to answer. Once you had poured into the glasses you handed one over to Bucky who shot you a weak but a genuine smile. You walked around the table and sat next to him. 

The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment drinking your milk and grabbing a few biscuits from the jar on the table. You took a moment to look at him while he sat there, contemplating how to approach him. The two of you had become close way before Hydra took you away. Neither one of you may have expressed it but you felt it in the way he treated you and approached you that you were someone that he trusted and that he was someone that you could trust. You considered each others as good friends, good allies and you felt comfortable in each others presence. 

‘’Does it ever stop hurting?’’ The words came out of your mouth before you could even think about it. You immediately regretted asking it, you didn’t want to disturb him any more and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer to that question. 

He looked at you quite shocked at first but as you watched him you could see that he relaxed. He looked at you sympathetically before answering you ‘’No you just make room for it’’. You only looked down at your empty glass with a blank expression trying to process how the two of you always ended up sitting by this table, drinking your milk, trying to get over the nightmares. 

‘’But having someone like you helps me forget’’ your heart jumped at his words. You looked up at him and he gave you a bright smile. He hesitated, looking into your eyes before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You felt your cheeks get warm and red at the sudden affection which Bucky hadn’t shown you before. As he pulled away you looked at each others eyes and before you knew it you pulled Bucky closer and your lips crashed with his. He was a bit taken back by that kiss but it didn’t take him long to bring his hand to the back of your neck pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You thought to yourself that in that moment the hurting stopped..

So.

As you might imagine, my inboxes have been flooded over the last few days.  My fic represents, for a lot of people, either their start in Avengers fandom, or the safe place they retreat to when the angst and infighting and shipwars got too intense.  Which I get, and I appreciate, and I’m so glad if my old fics can give people a little happiness, even after all this time.

But there’s a thread I keep picking up in comments, that kind of worries me.

That things that happened in the MCU have taken the fandom away from them.  That the way things happened in Endgame have left people distraught, or angry, or just grieving.  And a lot of people have worried that they’ve ‘lost’ these characters.

And look.

Look.

I say this as a fandom old.  I say this as someone who reads comics.  Who came from the Trek fandom.  Who’s lived through bad movie adaptations and subpar ghostwriters and writing staff changes that have destroyed tv shows before they had a chance to really fly.

Don’t let canon take anything away from you.

You can be disappointed in a thing.  You can have your heart broken by a writer.  You can hope against hope that something that means the world to you will be ‘true,’ but don’t let a corporation take your heroes away from you.

Every one of us has to pick and choose what we keep and what we leave behind.  But every single version of Captain America has been fanfiction since Jack Kirby and Joe Simon put their pens down.  He’s owned by a corporation, and they can decide what’s on screen, who gets paid to write him, who gets the big platform.  They get to decide canon.

But canon is meaningless.

Canon is a way to win an argument in a bar or in a schoolyard.  It’s knowing publication dates and issue numbers and who wrote what arc and when the reboots happened.  It exists.

But when I think of Hawkeye, canon is only part of the picture.  I do think of Matt Fraction’s run on the comics.  I do think of those early years, sneaking my brother’s issues of West Coast Avengers.  I think of the weird, wild, off beat run of Secret Avengers.  But I also think of @dr-kara’s art of him.  I think of fanfic long since deleted, that introduced me to the fandom tropes of Clint living in the vents.  I think of the Tumblr posts, diving deep into the psychology of trauma, into his place as the most human and the most pointless of the original six, into a thousand stupid memes.  Caw-caw, motherfucker.  I think of the comments I got, telling me he was OOC.  I think of the Hawkeye cosplayers I’ve met, including the one guy who was in full gear at Star Wars Celebration in Florida.  I asked him why, and he shrugged and said, ‘Clint would’ve.’  I agree with him.  

I think of the first time a friend put a bow in my hands, and showed me how to shoot, wobbly and uneven, at a straw target all the way across the yard.

I think of the bruises that dotted my arms afterwards.

So canon can add new things.  Take bits away.  Make me think.  Make me hurt.

But nothing canon does will ever cause him to be different, not on any fundamental level.  Clint Barton started forming in my head when I was eight years old.  He belongs to Marvel, but the version I carry with me has a lot more sources than that.

Guys, this is a long way of saying: find your own version of the character.  Find what you need in a fandom.  And think of canon like that one fic that has a million kudos on AO3 and you just. Don’t.  Know.  Why.  That one fic, that everyone talks about, that you just can’t stand.

If canon doesn’t work for you, then discard it.  And move on.

But don’t let a corporation take a character you love away from you.

Don’t ever let that happen.

Every Word - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 890 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Featuring: a lot of people Warnings: swearing, sick Requested by @lclb12 “You’re sick with the flu and no one wants to come near you except for Bucky. Bucky gets you everything you need, but the only thing you ever wanted was his love. One night you were half asleep when he tells you he’s in love with you. You had heard every word he said and you tell him you love him unconditionally.” Authors Note: sorry it’s a bit shorter i didn’t have much time to write this one.

Masterlist. Request List.

You had been in your bed for two days now. You only got out of bed when food was placed outside of your room, and when you had to use the bathroom. Which, the bathroom had been a “(Y/N) ONLY ZONE” until you got better.

You didn’t really know how you got the flu, but you did know that it sucked. No one wanted to even go near you in fear that they would catch it, and you could barely leave your bed.

Everyone just seemed to assume that it came from all the missions you’ve been taking on recently. You were pissed, nonetheless, you really just wanted to help the team out and take down the bad guys.

You also had a problem of zoning out and having major daydreams or flashbacks while being sick. You were only brought back to reality by your phone buzzing with texts.

From: “Man made of Iron” How are ya doing?

From: bird suit are you done being sick yet

From: Wanda: the awesome telekinetic Do you need anything? I can send it to your room.

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