Happy For You

happy for you

pairing: bucky x black!reader

word count: 370

summary: after being gone for two years, you come back to find a little surprise.

warnings: none

a/n: i know natasha cannot have kids but let’s just say she can here.

part 1: if only

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it has been two years since i had last been in that tower, steve had sent me on a long mission which required me to live a different life.

i was excited to come back and see everyone. no one but steve knew where i was and i had contact with absolutely no one but steve.

i walked into the tower with my suitcases and look around the tower, it looks the same as when i left.

i heard talking coming from the kitchen, i walk towards the kitchen quietly and stood in the doorway quietly.

i cleared my throat and everyone looked towards me, i swear tony’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me.

peter got out of his seat and ran over to me, hugging me. after peter everyone piled in to make a a big group hug. eventually everyone pulls away from the hug and bombards you with questions.

as i’m talking with everyone i hear tiny giggles and a goofy roar come into the kitchen, i look up and see bucky holding a child in his arms.

i notice the little girl cock her head as she looks at me. her eyes are blue and her hair is reddish-brown, the perfect mixture of her parents.

i smile at her and she smiles back holding out her arms to me, bucky puts her down and she waddles over to me. i pick her up and sit her in my lap, her hands immediately go to hair playing with the curls.

“we’ll give you two a moment alone” steve says guiding everyone out of the kitchen, leaving bucky and i alone.

“so how is it, married life” i ask and he sits down next to me,

“it’s great” he admits and i smile.

“you finally got it, the family you wanted” i look at him and he nods.

“yeah, i’m a full time family man” he jokes and i laugh

“what’s her name” i ask looking at the little girl.

“sarah rebecca barnes” he says and i smile before looking at him.

“its beautiful” he smiles at my response.

“i’m happy finally, it feels nice” he says and i smile

“i’m happy for you”

love, tony

pairing: tony x black!reader

word count: 1066

summary: tony snaps bringing back half of life but taking his own. after the funeral y/n finds a note in the dresser from no one other than tony.

warnings: angsts just pure pain

a/n: i’m so sorry for how sad this is

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he did it, he actually did it.

he snapped...

and what did it cost...

everything.

the helmet to my suit opened and i saw peter kneeling over my husbands body, i walked over to him peter who was sobbing uncontrollably and rubbed his back. rhodey grabbed peter giving me a nod before walking away with peter.

i kneel down in front of tony and move him to look at me “hey” i say smiling sadly at his tired face,i put my hand on is arc reactor and try to hold my tears back.

“hey, y/n/n” he says softly placing his hand over mine gripping it lightly.

i look at tony and he smiles before looking away “tony baby, look at me” i say and he looks at me “we’ll be ok” i start off “you can rest now” i say and smile.

he looks at me before taking his last breath, i immediately breakdown into tears. i feel his hand slip from mine and his body go limp.

he’s gone.

i kiss his cheek lightly before my head falls on his chest, i sob into his chest not caring that kings and gods were watching me break down.

1 week later

today was the funeral.

i never would have though this day would have come so quickly, i knew it would come but never would i be prepared for it.

i was sitting on the couch with peter on my right and morgan on my left sitting next to pepper, peter had his head on my shoulder and his hand laced with mine as we listen to tony talk.

i let a few tears slip as i listened to tony’s hologram wishing it was him actually here with us.

“i love you 3000”

the holograms shuts off and i smile sadly remembering morgan’s lasts words to her dad. i let go of peters hand and get up from off of the couch, i grab the bouquet of flowers with one of tony’s old arc reactors that have the words ‘proof tony stark has a heart’ on it and walk out of the house.

everyone follows me out of the house and stand with their loved ones as i walk to the platform with morgan, i crouch down and place the bouquet in the the water and watch it drift away.

i feel morgan tap my shoulder and i look over at her and see a tear slip down her face, i wipe it away and smile sadly. she hugs me and i hug her back, i rub her back and she sniffles.

“i love you y/n” she says and i feel tears come to my eyes, this is the first time she’s ever said that to me.

“i love you too morgan” i says pulling away from the hug and she frowns as she wipes my tears with her little hands.

she smiles proud she got all of my tears before telling me she was going back to her mom, she hugs me one last time before going with pepper.

everyone gives me their condolences before doing their own thing with their loved ones.

i sit down on the platform and take my heels off, i look out into the distance and think about all the nights tony and i spent out here.

i feel footsteps coming up to me, i look back and see pepper right behind me. she takes her heels off and sit next to me, she grabs my hand a squeezes it.

“he loved you a lot” she says and i laugh sadly “he always talked about how strong willed and beautiful you are, and don’t even get me started on how much he talked about your hair” she says and we both share a laugh.

“thank you” she thanks catching me by surprise, she laughs lightly before squeezing my hand “thank you for taking care of him for all of these years, i’m glad he found you” she says and i smile.

“it was my pleasure” i say and she smiles.

we both get up and grab our heels before walking into the house to talk to everyone before they had to go.

when everyone left i was alone in the house, i looked around and saw pictures of tony and i around the house. i walked into the kitchen and saw my name in tony’s handwriting on it, i opened it and unfolded the paper and saw a note.

my dearest y/n,

if you’re reading this we got half of life back and i met my untimely demise. i want you to know that this was never my plan and i just took my chance to bring half of humanity back or erase the big purple giant from existence.

i’m sorry for leaving you, morgan and the kid behind but i want them to know that i did this for them.

please let the kid know that i did this for him, he was my main motivation to do this whole time heist thing. please tell the kid i’m proud of him, he needs to hear it. take care of him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid like i did ... just keep him in check for me.

and as far as morgan well... good luck, she’s just like me and that’s going to drive you up a damn wall. last night when i was talking to her she told me how much she loved you but is scared to tell you because she doesn’t think you’ll say it back, i hope she tells you soon if she hadn’t already.

and lastly you.

don’t cry over me too much unless you want to then go ahead.

but seriously i love you, i love you more than words can describe. i’m sorry that i left so quickly but i’m always there with you and i always will be, i will always be with you no matter what because i promised to be there before and after death at our wedding and i meant that.

i’m not going to tell you not to move on in life because that’s selfish of me, if you don’t want to that’s fine i’m smiling at you where ever i am.

thank you for loving me unconditionally for all of these years and putting up with me and i’m sorry for our time running short, but we’ll meet again i’m sure of it.

love,

tony

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someone to love

pairing: tony x black!reader

word count: 779

summary: after y/n feels tony’s panic and sees his memories one night you both become closer. one night as you both are sitting on the porch and you see the lighter side of his memories.

part 1: stay?

warnings: none

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ever since that night i felt his panic attack tony and i have gotten a lot closer, tony has been more open with me and i am happy that he feels like he can come to me.

tony has been a lot better since that night, he’s smiling more and has been doing things i’ve come to learn that he loves.

it was nice to see him get back to normal, making snarky comments and being sarcastic as always.

i walk out onto the porch and see tony sitting on the swing looking at the lake, i walk over to the swing and sit next to him leaning my head on his shoulder.

i feel him grab my hand and hold it in his, his thumb gently rubbing over the back of my hand. i look up at him and he smiles, his brown orbs sparkling under the moonlight.

i feel a wave of love and adoration wash over me as tony’s memories cloud my mind, it a whole bunch of memories of us ever since that night.

the one night we walked along the lake at midnight,

i had tony’s hand in mine as we walk along the lake near the cabin.

“thank you” tony says and i look at him.

“for what” i ask

“for staying here with me” he says and i smile

“i’ll always be here tony” i say and he smiles before pulling me into him as we continue walking.

when he almost burned down the kitchen trying to bake,

“tony what’ the hell is going on” i ask running down the stairs

when i got into the kitchen i saw tony and the floor covered in flour and burnt cookies on a cookie sheet.

i just stare at him and he stares at me before we both bust out laughing.

“you need to get cleaned up” i say and he stalks towards me slowly “tony no” i says and he tackles me getting flour all over me.

“tony!”

there were so many more but the one that stuck out was our first christmas together.

“merry christmas tony” i say excitedly and he chuckles.

“merry christmas professor x” he says and i roll my eyes.

“how many times do i have to tell you i cant read minds” i say and he sips his coffee.

“what ever you say jean grey” he mumbles under his breath and i smack his arm.

“you ready to open gifts mr. stank” i ask and he rolls his eyes making me giggle.

we both walk over to the tree and grab the few gifts that were under it, we walk over to the couch and sit down.

we open the tiny gifts we got each other until we get to the big ones.

i hand him his box and he smiles, i watch anxiously as he opens the box. he takes the watch i got him and his jaw drops, he looks up at me back to the watch and then back to me.

it was a custom made rolex that had his name engraved on the back in old english writing. it cost me a lot but his reaction made it so worth it.

“thank you so much y/n i love it” he says as he puts it on making me smile.

he hands me my box and i smile as i take it in my hand, i open the box and pull out a book. i open it and see all of the pictures that we’ve taken over the two years and at the end was a tiffany and co. necklace.

i cover my mouth and look at tony who looks anxious “tony this... this is beautiful thank you” i say and he smiles lightly wiping a tear that fell.

“merry christmas” he say and i smile

“merry christmas tony”

if i didn’t know it i loved him, i definitely did now

when the memories go away i look up at tony with tears in my eyes “wow” i whisper and he smiles at me.

“you saw them didn’t you” he asks and i nod as a tear falls down my face “cats out of the bag then” he says and i laugh through my tears.

he leans in and kisses me softly, hi hand cups my jaw gently. the kiss isn’t rushed but slow and passionate, i move my hand to cradle his neck as he deepens the kiss.

we both be pull away and he rests his forehead on mine, i caress his cheek softly and he smiles.

“i love you y/n, always have” he says softly

“i love you too tony”

Tips For Writing Black Characters

Since some of y’all don’t know how to write Black characters, I decided to give you some tips. My fellow Black people can add onto this if they’d like.

Not all Black people are from the United States. The U.S. just has the largest population of Black people in the world due to slavery. There are Black people from Europe, Asia, South America, the Caribbean, and the motherland Africa. We aren’t limited to one country or continent. 

PLEASE DO NOT WRITE DARK SKIN BLACK WOMEN AS RATCHET. The stereotype is rooted in both racism and colorism as the “strong Black woman” trope has been used to defeminize dark skin Black woman and even deny them healthcare. Make feminine dark skin Black women!

People mixed with Black ARE Black People. I shouldn’t have to explain this.

Lightskin =/=  Mixed race. There are light skin people with fully Black parents and they still come out like that. Yes you can have mixed race characters that have light skin but most light skins come from fully Black parents.

Don’t make most of us athletes, singers, or rappers. Some Black people want to do writing, some Black people want to make video games. Just because we dominate a few things doesn’t mean that most of us want to do said things.

Don’t be afraid to make queer, disabled, or neurodivergent Black characters. Most Black people aren’t represented in those communities, so making Black characters apart of said communities would be really great to see.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT MAKE JOKES ABOUT OUR RACE. Your watermelon jokes aren’t funny. Your fried chicken jokes aren’t funny. Racism isn’t comedy.

DO NOT REDUCE US TO THE BEST FRIEND/M*MMY TROPE. Do not make your Black characters dependent on the white protag or make them their “parent”. Black characters’ only personality traits shouldn’t be the shoulder for the protag to cry on.

Put Black people in subcultures were Black people aren’t prevalent. I wanna see Black punks. I wanna see Black lolitas. I wanna see Black indie girls and boys. Black people aren’t always hood. We can still like rap music but still be apart of different subcultures.

DO NOT FETISHIZE US. DO NOT. Don’t make Black women’s bodies a fetish. Don’t make Black men’s bodies a fetish. We are not a fetish.

Please look up common Black hairstyles and the history of them. Treat Black hair with care. Do not put non Black characters in box braids or cornrolls because those are protective styles for Black women.

Please look up Black hair types. Not all Black people have the same hair type.

DO NOT WRITE NON-BLACK CHARACTERS SPEAKING IN EBONICS. JUST DON’T.

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A Swarm of Butterflies

Part one

Part two

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: Your first meeting with Steve Rogers elicits the fluttering of butterflies in your belly.

Authors Note: Hey y’all!! I’m new here on Tumblr and this is my first published fic. I plan to write for several different characters eventually!! So stick around and look out for your fav. This is the first part of a Steve Rogers series. I don’t know how many parts it will be just yet. It will be in chronological order from the first meeting forward. Please leave feedback in the comments!!! Message me requests and I’ll see what I can do. Happy reading friends!!



Ever since you had moved into the city you had strolled through the park a few blocks from your apartment each morning. The park was rundown and over grown because people preferred the new park that was build ten miles north, but this park was your favorite place. You found solitude and peace walking the abandoned trails that were intricately wound though a beautiful garden full of blooming flowers. Honeysuckles climbed the trees and bees buzzed about collecting pollen for their honey. Halfway through the trail, surrounded by roses was an old wooden bench. You sat there each morning to watch the make it’s ascent into the sky. The park gave you an escape from the city. It was a hidden treasure. It gave you a break from the chaos of everyday life. A moment to breathe. A moment to reflect and recollect your thoughts. It was the most cherished moment of each day.

You walked the familiar pathway in silence taking in the greenery encasing the trail. When you began to approach the rose bushes that were bursting with bright hues of red and pink you knew that you were nearing the halfway point of the trail and the old, wooden bench you frequented each morning. Your favorite spot in the city. You rounded the corner with a smile and spotted the bench. It was usually vacant, but on this particular morning it was occupied. You stood back beyond the rose bushes and admired the man sitting on your bench for a moment.

He sat on the bench with his muscular arms stretched across the back of it. His golden hair glinted in the morning light. His jaw was beautifully sculpted and his cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, wrinkling the bottom of his worn jeans. His face was tilted up toward the sky as he admired the variety of pinks and oranges painted across the sky. A soft smile graced his lips. He looked so at peace. You almost turned and headed back down the path. You wanted to allow him this peaceful moment. Maybe he needed it. Maybe it had the same positive effect on him as it did for you, but you couldn’t fight the undeniable pull you felt toward this man. Your feet carried you closer. You took small, quiet steps and came to a stop a few feet away. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat to speak.

“Excuse me,” you spoke. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He turned his head to face you. His bright blue eyes meeting yours for the first time. It stole your breath for a moment, and you tried to calm your racing heart. You had never seen such an angelic looking man.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You asked, your voice sounding small in the open space. He offered a warm smile.

“Not at all.” He spoke, moving his arms to rest at his sides. He scooted over to make room for you.

You sat down on the opposite end of the bench and crossed your arms over your torso. You could feel his gaze lingering on your frame, but you kept your eyes on the sky. A few moments passed before you spoke again.

,“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You asked, breaking the silence between you. He turned his gaze back to the masterpiece appearing in the sky before you.

“It is. Since I was a kid I’ve loved getting up early and watching the colors change.” He replied.

“I come here every morning and watch the sunrise. It’s my favorite part of the day. Normally I’m alone. This park has been abandoned for a decade.” You explained, clasping your hands in your lap.

He chuckled, the sound deep and melodious. “I know. I’m from here.” He replied turning his body to face you. “I’m Steve.” He introduced himself, extending his large hand between you.

You turned finally really taking in his face for the first time. You felt foolish for not realizing who he was sooner. Those baby blue eyes were plastered on posters all over the city of Brooklyn.The pounding in your chest intensified. You wound your hands together to try to mask their shaking.

“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N” you blushed, placing your palm in his.

As soon as your hands touched goosebumps erupted all over your arms, and it felt as though electricity danced through your veins. His hand was warm and much larger than yours. It was calloused and rough from years of fighting. You looked up into his eyes and he shot you a wide smile. He was easily the most beautiful human being you’d ever seen.

“What a beautiful name.” He replied, your hand still encased in his. At his compliment a swarm of butterflies began to take flight in your belly. Their wings fluttering fiercely and causing the most delightful sense of nervousness to wash over you. You hadn’t felt a sensation such as this in years. Your cheeks heated at the thought and you lowered your gaze for a moment.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile, finally removing your hand from his. You turned back to the sunrise then and took a deep breath trying to calm the fluttering in your stomach. He too turned his gaze back to the sky.

You sat together in comfortable silence as the sun climbed completely over the horizon. Birds fluttered around, squirrels skipped through the trees, and far off in the distance you could hear the rush of cars on their morning commute. The entire world was coming to life, and all you could think about was the super shoulder five feet away. How comfortable you felt sitting there with him, a stranger. The way it had felt when his hand touched yours.

Once the colors had faded into a bright blue and the awe of the moment had dissipated Steve stood from his spot on the bench. Smoothing his hands over the front of his jeans. He walked a few steps closer and looked down at you, hands in his pockets.

“Well Y/F/N Y/L/N, it was nice watching the sunrise with you.” He smiled.

“It was nice watching with you Captain Rogers.” You replied, standing from your spot and walking over to one of the rose bushes. You ran your fingers over the delicate petals of a deep, pink rose.

He laughed, “Please call me Steve.” You crossed your arms over your chest and shot him a warm smile. “Alright, Steve.” You responded. His face lit up.

“I’ve got to head back to the compound, but I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner sometime?” He asked, his voice nervous. He reached a hand back behind his head to rub his neck.

You blushed, caught completely off guard. After this moment you never expected to see him again, and you most certainly weren’t expecting him to ask you to dinner. You looked down at your feet nervousness suddenly overtaking you. You were so tied up in your thoughts that you had forgotten to respond.

“Oh, god. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to over step. Forget I asked.” He rushed out, waving a hand in dismissal in front of him.

“No, no. You didn’t over step.” You shot your head up to look at him. Taking a few steps closer to the towering man. “I was just caught by surprise. I would love to go to dinner with you Steve.” You offered a soft smile.

The super soldier blushed and bowed his head with a smile on his face. He shuffled his feet a bit before looking up at you. “Great. How about you write your number down for me?” He asked, pulling a small leather notebook and pen from his pocket and handing the items to you.

You laughed and took the notebook, writing your name and number on a blank page. You handed them back to him with shaking hands. He reached out for the book and as his fingertips brushed against yours you felt the butterflies wings beating once again.

“I’ll call you, Y/N.” He smiled, tucking the notebook back into his pocket.

“Looking forward to it, Steve.” You smiled. He turned and began to walk the opposite direction. He looked over his shoulder one last time and raised his hand in a small wave.

You smiled and waved back. You stood frozen in your spot as you watched the man disappear around the corner. You really hoped he would call. You turned and continued down the path with a smile on your face and a swarm of butterflies dancing in your tummy. 

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