But like imagine when we’re all old and it’s like 2060 and they start remaking all the “old/classic” marvel movies. I’m gonna be the old lady shaking my fist at the screen saying they’re not as good as the originals.
Long Update! Over 3000 words! Our boys get to meet up again and there are some more Bucky feels, but nothing too sad. Just getting to see our boys interacting together, some light sexy times and then honestly enough romantic sappy texting at the end to about kill you.
“Tony!” Steve called as he and Bucky walked through the doors of the hotel lobby. “Tony!”
Tony was leaning against the check in desk, and turned with big grin. “There’s my boys.” He leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Steve’s cheek, then turned to do the same to Bucky.
“No, no.” Bucky protested. “Why are we kissing on the–”
“Maybe we wait until we get in the elevator before you try to suck my face off.” Tony interrupted softly, dark eyes twinkling. “If there was just one of you then I wouldn’t protest, but you know… there are two of you.”
“Fine.” Bucky grumbled and Steve laughed, looping his arm around Tony’s waist and herding him towards the elevator.
“Glad to see you, babe. Are you already checked in?”
“Yeah.” Tony wrapped both arms around Steve’s waist and buried his head in his chest. “Glad to see you too.”
“Honey.” Steve chuckled and handed Bucky the bag so he could hold Tony tighter. “Tonights going to be so fun.”
“So fun.” The words were muffled since Tony refused to let go, and once they were in the elevator Steve eased Tony away from himself and right into Bucky’s embrace.
“Hey sweet thing.” Bucky murmured and grinned when Tony just grabbed him around the neck and dragged him down for a kiss. “God damn I missed you.”
Tony sighed into the kiss and Bucky slid his right hand off Tony’s waist and down to hold his ass, pulling lightly until Tony stood on his toes and pressed right up against him. “There you go.” Bucky coaxed, stepping back against the elevator wall so Tony could lean into him. “Come on babe.” Bucky’s voice went deep and Tony shivered against him.
Then Tony let his hands run up Bucky’s ribs, up over his chest and over his shoulders, and Bucky tensed up instantly, freezing when one of Tony’s hands trailed down his right arm… and the other stopped at the edge of his left shoulder.
Bucky wasn’t wearing his arm.
And Tony was touching him and…and…
“What?” Tony pulled away when Bucky stopped kissing him. “What’s wrong Bucky?” Tony frowned. “Hey…hey come on. I thought we were gonna suck face once we got in the elevator.”
Tony moved closer and started planting kisses up Bucky’s neck, stroking his right bicep, his other hand squeezing and pushing into Bucky’s left shoulder. “Babe—”
But Bucky wasn’t listening, was just staring over Tony’s shoulder at Steve with something like awe and maybe tears in his blue eyes and Steve had to cough to cover the emotion in his voice.
“Tony. Quit smothering Bucky and maybe give me some love too.”
Tony turned around, keeping his back pressed firmly to Bucky’s chest, but opening his arms for Steve who put both of his big arms around Bucky’s waist, sandwiching Tony in between them. Bucky sent Steve a quick look of gratitude, then pressed his lips to Tony’s head, closing his eyes and breathing out a shaky sigh.
“You’re stupid to think I care about your arm.” Tony mumbled, and when Bucky sagged in relief against the elevator wall, Steve held them both a little bit tighter.
i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!!
warnings: kissing and swearing
word count: 2002
requests are open:))!!
sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.
the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.
“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.
i love his smile
peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.
look i love tony, steve, and bucky with every fiber of my being but LITERALLY i do not want to see them in black panther besides a cameo or a credit scene. i don’t need any more white men overshadowing black characters and taking over predominantly black movies okay okay
ok so like u know those docs tagged like “Steve/reader” and then in the fic the author fucking names the reader and gives them a fucking body type like is it a reader insert or a fucking OC SPECIFY BITCH! Also I’m fucking sick of seeing one million “ships” example: on the fucking fic the ships will be “Steve/Reader, Natasha/Reader peter/reader tony/reader, Bruce/reader” when its a fucking fic about the romantic relationship between the reader and Thor. Like why would you fucking deceive me like that I gotta mow my fucking grass so I can get rid of the snakes! I can’t trust shit, not a summary, not the tags, not even the first chapter reader insert fics will go completely left in a fucking paragraph. I’m ALDO sic an tide of these “you cheeks turned pink from their usual pale pallor” bitch I am the same shade as muthafuckin kunta kente the only pink I have on me is my tongue and my tongue is too busy cursing out the fucking tags because they don’t clue me into what this shit ass story is about. God I HATE WHEN THE AUTHOR FUKCING DESCRIBES THE READER I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE BITCH DO NOT DESCRIBE WHAT I LOOK LIKE YOU DO NOT KNOW ME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING EMERGE THEMSELVES IN THIS WORLD TO ESCAPE MY REAL LIFE PROBLEMS AND COMPARTMENTALIZE YET HERE YOU ARE EMBEDDING PICTURES OF A LITTLE WHITE BABY ON THE AVENGERS PREFERENCE OF HOW I LOOKED AS A KID! I am done with reader insert all of it sucks it’s all people who haven’t taken a fucking basic class of English and think every word in a sentence that a character speaks when troubled should start with 5 fucking stutters to emphasize the problems that they are in. PLEASE DO BETTAH PEOPLE!🙏🏾🙏🏾🤦🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️tag ya shit as it should be tagged for the sack of my sanity
Summary: “The walls were coming down around you, too hard, too loud. Trying with everything you had, you reached out and tried to pull yourself off the floor. Your wailing hit their ears…”
Author’s note: This is written awfully (in like 5 minutes and barely edited.) and it’s quite repetitive, but I liked the idea. Um, as usual I suck ass at summaries yikes! Anyways, enjoy. Also, first post on my organised, cleaned up, blog! Go me!!
The walls were crumbling, landing in heaps of rubble and dust was flying everywhere.
Even though you’d detected the blow first - and hightailed it out of there first - the Hydra agent was still hot on your tail.
You could see the door at the end of the hall, wide open like a pair of arms, looking bright and inviting.
Your lungs burned as you heaved in the dust filled air, feet slapping against the concrete.
You could hear him behind you. Could feel his breath, hot and moist on the back of your neck.
The door was right there. Just a little further. A few more steps.
But you’d hit the floor.
His arm was wrapped around your ankle, and your team was screaming. You couldn’t hear them.
The walls were coming down around you, too hard, too loud.
Trying with everything you had, you reached out and tried to pull yourself off the floor.
Your wailing hit their ears with the same weight the rubble hit you.
When the light hit your eyes, and the rubble around you shifted, you shrieked.
When his face was in sight, and his voice floated down to your ears, you sobbed.
When his hand finally wrapped around yours, and his pull moved you ever so slightly, you whimpered.
He pulled you out, and whispered soothing things in your ears, but you couldn’t hear.
He sounded far away, like you were under water. Muffled and rippled and wrong.
Their hands were bruised and bloodied and scratched. They’d helped pull you out.
They’d had faith that you’d lived.
If every time after that, you shrieked whenever something was too loud, they didn’t complain.
If every time after that, you screamed whenever you lost your balance, or something shifted suddenly, or the ground shook even in the slightest, they didn’t complain.
If every time after that, you came to one of them in the night, trembling and crying, they didn’t complain.
A/N: Get it, babel-yawn? Like Babylon and the Tower of Babel but it’s morning so yawn? And Breakfast at Tiffany’s? But not? Nvm I’ll show myself the door. Also I blame google translate. Hey but you know what’s super? You! And feedback ;)
“Natashaaa! Oh Natty dearest!” you sang as you sleepily waltzed into the kitchen.
Natasha blew a strand of hair out of her face and turned the page of her newspaper, trying to tune you out.
You plonked down onto the seat next to hers and peered over her paper.
Her eyes were cold, but she couldn’t hide the faint smile struggling to appear on her lips.