I could treat you better

(A/N): I love this request so fucking much

Request:  Hi, can I request one where the reader is dating tony and he treats her badly, then Bucky or Steve are like I can treat you much better than that ? ( btw you’re an amazing write and I love your work

Warnings: angst? swearing, drinking, abusive relationship

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Originally posted by n-barnes

   Bucky had to watch helplessly as Tony involuntarily insulted (Y/N) again that night; ‘Oh, they’re just a little play thing,’ 'Sorry, I just think you’re so beautiful. I’d love to take you out to dinner after this,’ 'Yeah, I told (Y/N) to wear this other shirt, this one is just- ugh- lets talk about something else, ’ The entire fucking night Bucky watched as Tony treated (Y/N) like shit all throughout the dinner. He wouldn’t even acknowledge them when they gently tugged on his sleeve, asking in a meek voice when they were going to leave. Not to mention he kept flirting with every person who walked by, making (Y/N) feel even worse. He’d seen them go from happy and chirpy at the beginning of the dinner to where they were now, sniffling in the furthest corner of the booth. Bucky’s heart ached for them as he watched them paw at their nose “inconspicuously”.

    He could treat them so much better, he wouldn’t flirt everytime someone so much as breathed, he wouldn’t leave them waiting up for hours on end only to find out that he had been at another persons house, he wouldn’t berate them like Tony did, he wouldn’t hurt them they way Tony had. He’d treat them right, he’d love them and cherish them, he buy them flowers and hold their hand, kiss them whenever they wanted affection, he’d hold them close and tell them how much he loved them.

    Bucky grit his teeth as he glared at the food on his plate, some fancy shit he didn’t even like. 

   All the avengers were out for some celebration after having saved the world again. Bucky didnt want to be here, nor did (Y/N). He couldn’t help thinking that they should be at home together, eating some shitty icecream and watching those even shittier tv shows (Y/N) loved. Bucky smiled softly as he thought of the never to be memory, it was soft and warm, it reminded him of some place safe and warm. It was funny how something that was never even going to happen made him this fucking happy- 

    “(Y/N), stop being so fucking clingy!” Tony lashes out at them, glaring at them angrily. “Goddamit sometimes I fucking hate you,” Bucky didnt think he could possibly hate another person as much as he hated Tony in that moment. How dare he talk to (Y/N) like that? The fucking bastard, he ought to rip him to pieces-

    “But Tony-” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as did their lip as they willed them self not to cry. 

   "I swear to god I’m going to smack you so hard-“ That was the last straw for Bucky, he refused to sit by and listen to Tony treat (Y/N) this way any longer. Bucky nearly flipped the table over as he stood up, glaring at Tony so intensely he could feel his head beginning to ache. 

   "Don’t you ever fucking talk about (Y/N) like that again you dick," 

   "I’ll do whatever the hell I want to them Barnes, you don’t own them," 

   "Neither do you,” Tony chuckles dryly as he shakes his head, taking a soft sip from his liquor. 

   "I think they do actually, they’re my property and I’ll do whatever I damn well please to them. If I want to call them a bitch I will, if I want to rough them up a bit I will, I’ll beat the living shit out of them if-“ Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar, hoisting him up off the ground as he shoved him into the nearest wall. 

   "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence,” Bucky growls, hoisting Tony up a bit higher. “See what happens you piece of shit,”

    “Bucky, please don’t,” (Y/N)’s voice is on the verge of hysteria at this point, high and pleading with the soldier. “Just drop it, it’s not worth it,” Bucky ignores them for now, too focused on the way Tony was attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Bucky!” (Y/N) gripped his arm, squeezing it just enough to get his attention. “Please, let him go,” Bucky’s expression softens only a bit as he looks at (Y/N), his eyes now wide with sadness and confusion. 

   "But doll-“ 

   "Please,” (Y/N) pleads. 

   "Can you- can you take me home? Please?“ Bucky nods immediately, dropping Tony to the floor not so softly; if that fall didn’t break his ass Bucky would be surprised.

    "You fuckin’ asshole,” Bucky spits at him as (Y/N) drags him away, pulling him out if the restaurant and out onto the street. 

   "I’m so sorry about that doll, oh my god, you deserve so much better than that,“

    "All I was trying to tell him was that I didn’t feel good,” (Y/N) whispers to the ground, folding their arms over their stomach. “I thought I was going to throw up and I wanted to ask him how much longer he’d be there,” (Y/N) sniffles softly, finally allowing their tears to fall. Bucky bit his lip as his heart ached for (Y/N). They didn’t fucking feel good and then Tony had to go and act like that? They just wanted to go home for fucks sake, was that so hard for Tony to understand? 

   "Here,“ Bucky pulls (Y/N) close to him, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders. "Lets take a cab, it’s faster,” (Y/N) nods, unconsciously leaning against Bucky for support. 

   Immediately Bucky flagged a taxi down and opened the door for (Y/N), letting them climb in before him. They immediately curl up beside the door, their head resting against the cold metal. Bucky climbed in afterwards, gave the driver the directions and money and then settled back into his seat.

    “You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he reaches out, brushing his metal hand against (Y/N)’s forehead.

    “No,” (Y/N) whimpers pathetically. “I’m gonna throw up,”

    “Not in my car yer not!” The cab driver spoke up, glaring at (Y/N) from the front seat. (Y/N) whimpers sadly, Bucking up against Bucky’s hand unconsciously. 

   "Fuck, you’re burnin’ up doll,“ Bucky bites his lips in worry, his gaze traveling over (Y/N)’s now pale face. 

   "If you puke in 'ere it’s ten extra dollas!" 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Bucky didnt mean to sound curt but (Y/N) wasn’t looking all too good at the moment and that’s all he cared about. Luckily for them they made it back to the tower before (Y/N) hurled their dinner.

    “C'mon doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides (Y/N) to their bathroom, letting them lean on him for support. He only manages to get them on the floor and pull their hair back before they’re puking.

    Bucky felt horrible as he ran a hand up and down (Y/N)’s quivering back. They were upchucking so violently he was worried about the sake of their intestines and ribs. Thankfully before any real damage was done (Y/N) stopped, having thrown up everything that was in their stomach. They dry heaved for a moment before collapsing back against Bucky.

    “I-I’m sorry Buck-”

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bucky soothes. “I don’t mind,” He reaches up to brush some sweaty hair away from (Y/N)’s face, biting his lip as (Y/N) panted. “Can I do anything for you?" 

   "I’d really like some water…and something comfortable to wear…”

    “I’ll be right back,” Bucky smiles at them gently as he slips away, grabbing them their desired water and comfy clothes. “Here doll,” Bucky crouched down beside them as they tried to get up to get undressed. “I’ll help ya,” Bucky sets his materials aside, instead focusing on working (Y/N)’s shirt on their body. “I personally think this shirt looks amazing on you,” Bucky whispers as he lets the material slide off their shoulders, hitting the ground gently. 

   "No one else did…“ 

   "Well fuck everyone else then,” Bucky grumbles as he works (Y/N)’s pants off their legs.

    “I’m only trying to fuck you Barnes,” (Y/N) smirks as though drunk and perhaps they were, sick and drunk didn’t abide well together. Bucky smiles as he slides their pants off, then picking up the shirt and shorts he had gotten them to wear. 

   "Maybe after you start to feel better, yeah?“ Bucky slides the shirt on, the shorts following afterwards. 

   "Yeah, I like that," 

  "On one condition,” Bucky raises a finger, looking at (Y/N) sternly. “You have to dump Tony, he’s a great guy but he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You deserve better-”

    “Bucky-" 

   "Please believe me (Y/N),” Bucky whispers helplessly. “Most guys would never treat you like that," 

   "how would you treat me?” (Y/N) bites their lip, looking up at Bucky with some kind of hopefulness to their eyes. 

   "Well first I’d kiss you all the time, treat you well, cherish you,“ Bucky Leans down, kissing his way up from (Y/N)’s calf to her thigh. "I’d tell you how much I love you, I’d take you out on dates, if buy your presents, I sure as hell wouldn’t flirt with waiters with you right there-I wouldn’t even flirt at all. Then every morning I’d wake up and make you breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed, I’d run you nice, warm, long baths-” (Y/N) seemingly moans, a rather hoarse sound considering how hard they just puked. 

   "God, that sounds amazing,“ 

   "It does, doesn’t it?” Bucky smiles, recollecting his earlier thoughts about eating shitty icecream and watching even shittier tv shows. That could be him every night if (Y/N) want through with this, twenty four seven he’d have somebody to hold and love and cherish.

    “So that’s the deal? I fuck you, I break up With tony and instead date you? No catches or anything,”

    “No,” Bucky smiles as he runs his fingers along (Y/N)’s sweaty cheekbones. “Except having to put up with my shit constantly," 

   "well in that case,” (Y/N) smiles up at him gently, just barely showing off their teeth and Bucky thought it was the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”

8

Meet Hijarbie, The Mini Hijab-Wearing Fashionista

24-year-old Haneefah Adam of Nigeria, wasn’t seeing any Barbies dressed in the same way she did — wearing modest clothing that covers the body. So she started an Instagram  account, called Hijarbie where she showcases Barbie in a variety of hand-sewn modest outfits and hijabs.

“I want to inspire the Muslim girl. It’s about having a doll that looks like her, that represents her own cultural and religious background” 

“It’s important to create a sense of value in the Muslim child, especially the girl child,” Adam told Mic. “They become more confident, more driven, they believe more in themselves, which leads to an appreciation of herself and her modest lifestyle and upbringing. Instead of dressing up her dolls in clothes she wouldn’t wear, hijabifying it will create a sense of belonging and hopefully make a positive impact." 

9

It´s done! :D Gosh, finally, haha! After about 150 hours of embroidering(and a little bit of sewing xD), countless leafs and vines and 9 skeins of embroidery thread, Dagmars handembroidered coat is done! :D Now, on to the skirt! 8D ..which will of course be handembroidered too, did you expect anything different? ;)

The coat is made from black linen, handembroidered with cotton thread :)

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作ってて良かった!

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