greasers?? Oh man that sounds great. Unfortunately I do not. Shout out to my followers if maybe yes!
The mod is not a member of this ship. I haven’t looked at any fanfic for this in particular but I’m publishing this for any followers who might be able to help. You can also check with marvelpolyamory who have more mods and are generally a more active blog xD
bucky/clint/steve/sam for michele <3333
The slide to Bucky’s smirk is feral, little teeth glinting like patchwork stars. Clint focuses on the smile because otherwise he’ll look at the arm. His face is made of angles, shadows, and he reminds Clint of Natasha, obviously, of course, how could he not— but he’s not. He’s not her. He’s something else. Ugh, even in Clint’s head that sounds dumb and besotted.
"Marksman, eh," says Bucky. That’s it. That’s all. It’s enough, somehow.
So he shows this stranger with a silver arm what he can do, and that smirk pulls wide the whole time.
"Not bad, soldier," says Bucky, lips stretching, a challenge, again over soldier, making sure Clint knows exactly who wears the stripes on his arm in this conversation.
"Well, do better," says Clint, waving a hand.
Bucky pulls out a hand grenade, and, well. Clint is not the victor, here.
"Pal, you just brought a bow to a bombfight," says Bucky, arm flashing just outside the corner of Clint’s eye, and Clint is done.
early morning snuggles
because I have a OT4
I regret nothing, nothing at all
I am embarrassingly fond of GreatRhodeyButt’s Rhodey’s birthday headcanon
which leaves me no excuse for messing it up but I TRIED
"James, we’re not asking you to choose."
College AU: Or Bucky has a drunken threesome with his girlfriend and his best friend, and it all turns out better than he could’ve ever hoped.
It’s not often anymore that Tony is out of his Malibu home without Pepper and Loki; in the last few months somehow they’ve become inseparable, Loki finding his way into their lives and staying, like a stray cat that decided the bed was too comfortable to leave and the humans he found lying therein too good for him to turn tail and flee as he had so many times before.
No, they’d learned all his favorite places to be touched and stroked and loved, what human foods delighted him (he would never tire of breakfast; the thousand things to do with eggs, the amount of ways to add bacon, the look on Pepper’s face when he’d brought them a meal in bed that first time).
It was like they’d made him a part of their Us, taking it in stride.
Tony is surprised to find that he feels a little lost, driving down the 1 with no one on the passenger side, and without a certain god sprawling across the backseat, surveying his kingdom.
Tony’s foot creeps up on the gas pedal without him really thinking about it. For fuck’s sake, Tony he’s thinking to himself when he notices the odometer crossing the 100mph mark (not that speed limits had ever been a deterrent). No one is around to hear him laugh aloud to himself, maybe with incredulity, or just sheer joy.
The rest of the drive passes quickly and before he can really contemplate this new magnetic pull in his life he’s turning that last sweeping bend along the cliff and gliding into the driveway. He opens the door and knows that leaving was worth it just to come home to this:
Across the living room, on the other side of the giant windows separating his living room from the sea, Loki has somehow magicked a giant hammock now rocking gently, from the breeze or magic, Tony is never sure. It’s hanging impossibly in midair, clearly occupied, he notices, as he pauses mid-stride at his living room vantage point. Pepper’s face is visible now, peaceful in sleep with a soft smile on her face
As he gets closer, Loki comes into view, too, face buried in the juncture of pepper’s neck and shoulder, black hair streaming out behind him and one arm wrapped protectively across her waist.
One green eye opens as Tony comes through the door onto the balcony, locks onto its target as if to verify that it is in fact Loki’s other human, and, satisfied, closes again. The god of mischief smiles, and it’s uncomplicated pleasure that’s crinkling the skin at the corners of his eyes. Loki turns over and stretches, watching as Tony dips his side of the hammock and climbs in, arranging himself against Loki’s lean frame.
“She got tired of the couch” Loki shrugs, almost imperceptibly, and settles in between them.