bucky vanished in front of steve. t'challa vanished in front of okoye. peter parker vanished in front of tony. groot vanished in front of rocket. vision died in front of wanda. loki died in front of thor. thiS IS ALL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE I-
Okay, I am all kinds of just not okay since watching Infinity War this morning so I just gotta get all my thoughts and feelings out and I figured, hey Tumblr’s a pretty good place to do that. So here goes nothing;
-Tony having a dream about him and Pepper have a baby and asking her if he was right; MY FUCKING HEART TONY IS A FUCKING DAD AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
-Tony’s constant worrying for Peter; Designing a new suit equipped for space and has a bunch of cool gadgets on it; “Fall back, I’m gonna catch you” AND LOW AND BEHOLD AT THE END HE FUCKING CATCHES HIM
-The bickering between Dr.Strange, Tony and Peter Quill. I love every part of it
-Peter Quill talking in a deeper voice and being a lot little intimidating by Thor’s manliness and trying to impress his girlfriend
- Gamora asking Peter to kill her if Thanos gets a hold of her & him doing it despite Thanos augmenting reality and it not working (THIS KILLED ME; Gamora was Peter’s everything and for him to actually go through with her wish despite how much it hurt him to do so just shows how far his character has come in the past few films and how much love he has for her)
-T’challa’s “wakanda Forever” moment at the beginning of the battle brought tears to my eyes, you could feel the power and hope and faith and just every emotion the nation was feeling in those two words
-Wanda having to shatter the infinity stone and kill vis in the process through her sobs and heart-wrenching cries just to have Thanos reverse time and take the infinity stone anyway
-THE FUCKING ENDING:
dear lord to ending, when Thanos snaps his fingers and you have no idea what’s happening and it cuts back to Thor screaming at him a series of “what did you do?!” and then suddenly everyone’s crumbling to pieces.
Bucky with his alarmed, but soft “Steve?”
T’challa with his “This is no place to die…”
Groot turning to rocket as he fades away with a simple but more complex than we could ever understand “I am groot”. Watching Rocket have to say goodbye to his Tree friend for the second timeis one of the most heartbreaking things as he just stumbles towards his friend, with soft, broken pleads of “no… no no no, Groot, no!”
Sam’s silent crumbling as Rhody looks around for his flight partner “Sam? Sam? Where you at man?”
Mantis’ quiet and confused “something is wrong”
Drax looking to Quill for an answer much like Bucky did with Steve
And dear god, Peter Parker and his spidey senses letting him know that something is wrong before it happens. He looks to Tony, a solid father-like figure in his life, falling into Tony’s arms
“Mr Stark I don’t feel so good..” And Tony trying to comfort him in his last moments with soft “you’re alright, it’s okay” and Peter God he sounded so scared as he whimpers out “I don’t wanna go, Mr.Stark please, I don’t…I don’t wanna go..” (I was straight up sobbing at this point, I feel so bad for the people who were sitting next to me because God I was a freaking mess.)
I am not fucking okay, I’m billing marvel for the traumatic experience and all the therapy I’ll have to go through with this movie.
A/N: My dear, lovely, awesome @cupcakequeen1999 sent me a particularly interesting scenario for me to write and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Hiya! Can you do one where T'Challa is dating the reader and when her ex shows up for dinner or something, T'Challa keeps sending him subtle “she’s mine” signals (kissing her, grabbing her butt, etc.)? I feel like he would be the guy to do that…
Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader
Warnings: Groping, heavy making-out, awkward conversations, ex-boyfriends, jealous!T’Challa. (Remind me if I forgot anything)
Tony Stark X Male!Reader warnings: language, sexual themes, smut i don’t do [male name] just [name] mainly because my name is gender neutral reader is like 26 **not set during a specific time but after the avengers movie ***unedited and please point out horrifying mistakes ___
this is my first fic so pls be kind. wrote this for @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s marvel kiss chanllenge! prompt was “wet hair”. enjoy!
warnings: swearing, veryfckingsoft!bucky
The mission was a success, but one that was hard earned.
Your role was extraction, collecting whatever intel you possibly could from HYDRA’s technological database. As a tech genius your role was hardly ever combative. Bucky fulfilled that aspect of the mission.
He was your protector, making sure you stayed alive long enough to extract and deliver what S.H.I.E.L.D needed. As a result of this, Bucky bore the brunt of HYDRA’s defensive forces; at the conclusion of the mission Bucky had looked like he had just fought three wars, whilst you escaped without a single scratch.
Bucky had insisted that he was fine, that he’d be able to make it through the gruelling five hour trip back to the compound, but you knew better. You and Bucky had been dating for eight months now — you knew him better than he knew himself.
Instead of beginning the trip back to the compound, both parties had elected to stay the night at a shitty, crumbling motel, run by people who spoke a language foreign to both you and Bucky.
The room was certainly better than the motel’s exterior; faded yellow walls, queen sized bed that creaked when you laid on it, carpet stained with God knows what, a bathroom the size of your closet with a shower that Bucky had to literally squeeze into. It was far from perfect, far from hygienic too, but you had expected much worse.
When Bucky emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, his injuries were prominent. Discolouration decorated his abdomen, bruises fluttering around his ribs. His face wasn’t any better, the worst of his facial injuries being the large gash that ran from his left cheek to his jaw. It seemed that his knuckles were worse than both his front and face, his hands shaking as he struggled to dry his hair. Small hisses of pain escaped his lips as the rough material of the towel brushed against his injured fists.
Bucky looked towards you, immediately registering the look of concern within your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, you were on the verge of tears.
“I’m alright doll, I promise,” he spoke smoothly, trying his best to comfort you. However his words meant nothing as he stood there in all his beaten glory. You shook your head in disagreement, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“Come here,” you mumbled under your breath, patting the edge of the bed.
Bucky followed your instructions, sitting on the edge of the bed with a soft groan. Gently, you took the towel from his hands, taking it upon yourself to dry his wet hair.
Sitting on your knees behind him, you took strands of his hair between your fingers and began patting them dry. Your fingers occasionally scratched Bucky’s scalp, eliciting soft sighs from the soldier.
Eventually, you forgot about drying Bucky’s hair all together. Brown locks still damp, you combed your fingers through his hair, fully aware of the effect your actions had on him. You rested your head against crook of his neck, taking in his scent.
Furthering the intimacy between the two of you, you pressed soft kisses to where his body and metal arm met. Bucky stiffened at the sensation, but slowly eased into it. He knew what you were trying to say.
You are beautiful. What HYDRA did to you willl never change that.
You continued your trail of kisses upwards, moving up to his neck, behind his ear, up the gash on his cheek and to his temple.
“[Y/N].” Bucky sighed breathlessly, dizzy from your affections. He grabbed the hand that rested on his metal arm, pressing a soft kiss against your palm.
The contrast between the you and Bucky’s hands was clear: Bucky’s large and calloused, yours soft and unscarred.
“I love you,” you spoke softly, moving your hand to cup his cheek, “More than you could ever possibly know.”
Bucky replied in the only way that he truly knew: touch. Tilting his head back, his lips captured yours in a kiss sweeter than honey. It started off soft, gentle, but progressed into something more passionate. His metal hand was tangled deep within your hair, his other cupping your cheek.
Growing irritated by the awkward angle, you manuvered yourself in front of Bucky, straddling his lap as the kiss continued.
You pulled away first, pressing small kisses at the base of Bucky’s neck as an apology. A soft moan left the man’s lips, his grip on your hips tightening.
“Thank you for protecting me,” you spoke remorsefully. It was because of you that he was hurt.
“Doll, it’s my duty,” he replied, practically reading your thoughts. “Hey, look at me,” he continued, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. “As long as I’m here, nothing will ever hurt you, I promise. I love you, [Y/N]. I always will.”
In all honesty you had almost cried at his words. This man was perfect in every way, shape and form. You didn’t know what you did to deserve him, but you weren’t complaining.
He was yours, and you were his. Nothing else was truer in the fleeting lives that the two of you shared.