#mcu drabble

[gay-dorito-dust]

bob reynolds/sentry/the void dating headcnaons where reader is apart of the thunderbolts and a magic user (dark magic hehe)

I did too much for this I fear and went beyond request…I don’t apologise.

it wasn't hard for you to look into Bob's eyes and not feel something when you first met him, a sweet soul of a man, someone whom you'd gladly protect if it meant seeing him smile so sweetly.

Yelena was the first to notice your growing fondness for this seeingly unasuming man with the puppy eyes, and was already ontop of teasing you for it whenever she possibly could.

'you've barely known this man for a mintue and you're already feeling something for him?' she says with a raised brow, 'does dark magic make someone such a hermit that they fall for just anyone with pretty eyes?'

you shrugged. 'dark magic tends to be the breaking factor for most relationships, so i guess you can say that it had made me a recluse because of it and i'm not falling for bob, he's just-'

'a mission?' Yelena interupts with a knowing smile. 'you can't lie to me, you kinda suck at it.'

'how can i suck at lying? i'm not lying!' you exclaimed

menawhile Yelena jsut points to your face 'your face give it all away before you even open your mouth.' she replies as she walks away and you're left with your face deep into your hands as you tried to stop thinking about bob, and his cute smile, his gorgeous eyes...fuck.

yeah so that plan to not feel more for bob then you already did orignally, especially when you got to know him more and see just how much of a sweet and genuine person he truly was.

it made you a little skeptical at first but soon enough bob did indeed win you over with his kindness and ability to uplift you from your less then stellar thoughts that would float in now and then unnanounced.

you soon found that all bob wanted was to belong to something, to help others and to do good by people and you could unserstand that as well, you wanted to belong also like many people and find what it was that you excell at.

sure your magic gave you alot of leverages in life but most fellow magic users didn't react kindly when the person who helped them harboured dark magic, however it wasn't like you were using it for nefarious means like stealing anothers life force, or their powers.

unfortunately there was an bias against those who were posessors of dark magic, they were often called conjurers of chaos and destruction, fated to bring about ruin and death even if they used their magic for good and so you used your magic sparingly despite being proud of your abilities.

'why don't you use your magic more?' bob once asked when it was just you and him after a mission, he must've noticed your minimal usage of magic during the fights firsthand, so your theory of him being more observant were proven true when now and then you could feel his eyes on you as some points during the fight.

'not much reason to if i'm going up against average people.' you tried to use as an excuse but from the look on bob's face , he wasn't buying it, so you caved and told him the real reason. 'black magic isn't widely praised, it's still misunderstood by many magic users who probably rejoice at the fact that they don't have to deal with the critisim and judement that comes from being born with dark magic, as though i had a hand in making that decision at all!'

'why bother listening to them and hiding what makes you unique.' bob says soflty as he grasps your hands securely within his own stronger ones. 'i'm told that your one of the powerful few of the group, told of what you've achieved with your powers and i don't see how can people still think of you any difffrently becuase of how your magic is formed.' he adds before whispering. 'it's beautiful.'

'what about you?' you then asked, making him look up at you with a look that reminded you of a confused pup, head tilted and all that you had to stop yourself from rubbing his furrowed brows free of stress, free of worry and guilt that could be swarming his mind. 'your a uniuqe case yourself, powerful and yet you seem to be holding back.' you add as you squeeze his hands back.

bob shrugs. 'same as you i guess,' he starts, 'wanting to use my powers for good, to use my abilties for something instead of standing on the sidlines like an toy waiting to be used, only to be put back on the shelf when people are done with me.' he continues as a sad smile crosses his face, somwthing that made you want to hold his face and do anything you could to bring back his warmth back. 'is it so wrong to be seen as something more? to be proven useful?' bob then looks you in the eye as he says his next thing. 'to find someone who makes me feel more then what i am right now.'

you swallowed thickly as you contiued to look into his eyes that seemed to read you like a book, like he understood you and everything you were and wanted to be, like he was the only person you'd allow to be your voice of reason. 'i'm sure we can be that for each other, only if you want me to.' you said.

bob's face relaxed as his smile came back in full force, his warmth bringing you comfort once again as he squeezed your hand, tempted to intertwine your fingers but not wanting to overstep a line that he couldn't see. yet you didn't seem to have the same aprehension in intertwining your fingers with his as you found yourself wanting to take this first step into a bright future with bob.

'i'd like that very much.' bob says softly and all felt right, even the weight of his hand resting within yours, a comfrting weight that told you that he was here for you, and that he wasn't going to be easily persuaded into leaving you any time soon.

being in a relationship with bob had to be a dream come true, he was the sweetest man you've ever met, that even his kisses that he'd pepper across your face when waking you up in the morning was like you were being kissed by a million butterflies. he made you feel as though you could walk on air without trying, for he made you feel as though nothing could ever touch you as he held you from behind as his grip on you was protective yet comforting from all your daily worries.

'will you stop being so cute?' you asked him once as you held his face between your hands, caressing his cheeks as you kept kissing his temples, his nose, his forhead and lips under the impression that you would never do so again, and you never wanted to stop showering your powerful boyfriend in kisses and affection that he had went far too long from without. 'you're too handsome to be this cute and distracting.' you added as you pressed a final kiss to his eye lids.

'should i be taking this as punishment for being a handsomely cute or an reward for being handsomely cute?' bob chuckles as he sinks futher into your embrace of love and finding himself never ever wanting to leave this moment, not ever. 'becuase i'm not certain what i'm meant to be taking away from you blaming me for being cute yet kissing me as though your praising me for it.'

'does it matter?' you asked with a smile upon your face. 'you're getting kissed either way.' bob laughs and got himself comfortable within your shared bed. 'reward it is.' he says cheekily as his timed himself perfectly so that when you went to kiss his nose, your lips would touch his, making him hum in content.

bob was your person, the one you'd always admit to anything to as though he was your personal confession booth, for you knew he wouldn't look at you any differently even when you over use your dark magic, he still looked at you with love and affection becuase you look at him the same.

you were aware of the void and would do everything to keep it away from bob, to keep it away from taking over the man you loved so deeply and without needing any reason to other then he deserved it more then anyone you know. The void would try and convice you to unlock darker corners of your power, to use them against the people who have wrongly judged you as you both made shadows out of people who crossed your paths.

yet you refused for your heart was with bob, and that would never change even when the void claimed that you were very much in his possession as you were bob's and there wasn't much you could do to stop it before leaving you be with bob as you held him in your arms, vowing to use all your powers to keep the man you wanted to see the end of your life with together safe as possible. unkowing that bob would vow to do the exact same for you without hesitation.

On missions you try not to worry about the other and focus on the objective but it was hard, yet you both knew that the other was tough enough to handle anything, power through all hardships with willpower and determination, and yet the moment either of you came back with even a slight scratch your holding onto each other as the fear of losing the one thing grounding you from completely losing it all consumed you both from the inside out.

You’d rush to one another and press your foreheads together as bob allowed you within his thoughts, allowing this moment for you two to be focused on one another as your fears and anxieties relaxed as the familiar feeling of comfort was brought back as you whispered words of reassurances to one another. ‘I’ll always come home to you.’ He would tell you. ‘I will never wander too far into the dark where you can’t follow me.’ You would reply with much to Yelena’s disgruntlement.

She’s happy for you both, but did you both really have to do the cliche romance bullshit in front of her? You had a room for a reason, be sappy there and not in front of her! It’s putting her off her breakfast. ‘Get a room.’ She’d tell you both and you’d reply by shooing her an unimpressed look as Bob smiled sheepishly, burying his head into your neck. ‘We’re in a room, so if you’re that uncomfortable you can leave.’ You replied.

‘Or we can always find another one.’ Bob counters in hopes of bringing peace to the situation.

You and Yelena looked at each other for a prolonged period of time before Yelena relented and raised her hands. ‘No it’s fine, besides your cute couple moments have put me off of any food for a good few hours.’ She says playfully as she leaves the room, though not before giving you a knowing look, telling you that she’s happy for you and that you certainly picked a good one in Bob Reynolds but you didn’t need to be told you picked good when he was the one who more or less picked you.

[hoetachi]

in the words of tyler, the creator himself, I wholeheartedly believe 2005!johnny storm is a BOXSEAT MUNCHER 🧏🏽‍♀️

baby when i tell you, you was not familiar with his game.. you might as well be next to take up the mantle she-hulk with how LETHAL his tongue is LMAOOO

“joh..nny! i forgive’ you alr-eady babyyy~” you were practically sobbing at this point. this demon—between your trembling thighs— was still nowhere near finished with you quite yet. lifting his head up; cheeks flushed almost as bright as his flames, chin covered in a mixture of your slickness and his saliva and lust-blown polar eyes glistening a dark joy as they watched your fucked out body.

johnny storm was many names, but munch was definitely his latest with how fucked out your body was with just his tongue alone. whoever decided to make him cocky as well as phenomenal at sex either deserved to be punched in their lip or have lifetime of blessings. i mean, the way he stuffed his face between your folds without any regard of his own, his only goal being to be the only name your neighbors know that would answer their questions about who’s got you yelling for mercy through all hours of the day. as well as seeing how pretty your cunt is clenching for his tongue to nuzzle back in your gummy walls again despite your protests of his abuse, god he felt like the man when he got you like this

the nerve of him to ask for another orgasm from you when you already gave him 3 life-altering ones seem almost sinister. you honestly don’t believe you even had any fluid left in your body to achieve another; making you consider getting an iv after all of this was over with.

an playful pout formed on his pussy-soaked lips, “tsk don’t tell me,” he quickly dips his head, dragging a painfully slow, long lick against your cunt— ripping another back-arching moan from you, if you can even call it that by how raw and hoarsed your voice become

you can’t handle a lil’ heat, princess?” that shit-eaten grin returning after your body’s response could’ve given you the strength to shove his face back where it belongs to spare you of any of his teasing

[scottdoesitall]

i was thinking for awhile and realized a really big detail about bucky that I never see anyone talk about-- that being how he would most likely forget a lot of basic hygiene, at that how he may rely on a romantic partner to remind him and or help.

considering bucky had no real access to hygiene and alongside that hygiene has changed a lot since last he was mentally stable and grounded, hygiene would be a mediocre topic to touch up on for him.

of course he would know the basics; taking a shower, brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, you get the picture. things like brushing his hair at that doing it in the morning? nah.

especially when he had his long hair, he never brushed it. but I'd also like to assume he didn't shower at that time cause his hair lowkey looks greasy in certain shots. showers didn't exist for him in civil war apparently.

BUT THEY SURE DID FOR YOU. dragging him by his flesh arm to a shower inside your own apartment (cause his was barley taken care of) and throwing his ass under the shower head. you'd be scrubbing for like 5 minutes with the shampoo and conditioner you'd put in his hair. while he sits there and acts like he's upset about it, but in all reality it felt nice. id like to imagine his scalp was DRYYY so having it scrubbed was in comparison to reaching the heavens.

In his more recent years with the short hair, he was actually adapting to hygiene by now. it wasn't really surprising, I mean he's been back to his mentally grounded state for awhile now, and especially with your help, he was actually starting to understand it better. but his fucking hair again.

he'd get it cut just for the sake of not having to deal with styling it. even if it did look terrible, he would just run his hands through it and call it a day. it was infuriating. you started shoving his hair under the shower head again, just so you could style it yourself. he'd have hairs going the wrong way on his head, and would not do ANYTHING about it. but you sure as hell would.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Loki sitting behind Bucky while reader sucks Buckys cock. Reader treats Bucky so sweetly while Loki whispers kind things into his ear

“You deserve this, James. You deserve nice things and you deserve to be taken care of”

He’d be so embarrassed that he cries sometimes during intimate times like these but reader and Loki never judge him and are so soft and patient. Bucky loves giving pleasure though and having his partners be so caring and sweet helps him learn things and feel normal again.

Bucky endured a lot of abuse with HYDRA and honestly soft reader and soft Loki as his partners to remind him he’s loved and they want to take care of him is my favourite thing.

[faerieroyal]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

( warnings: insecurities, mentions of kind of shitty parents and past partners, one mention of food )

( note: this short was written with tom holland’s peter parker in mind, but i think it would also work for andrew garfield’s if you’d rather picture him. )

you are not a person who is used to praise. this isn’t something you say to garner sympathy or to make people feel bad for you so they’ll compliment you, not at all - it’s just a fact. your parents have never been the kind of people to vocally express approval, usually settling for an awkwardly cleared throat and a hand squeezing your shoulder, and the few romantic partners you’d had before your current boyfriend apparently hadn’t seen the need for it either. but then, you’d realized after those relationships had ended, your partners hadn’t really seemed to appreciate anything you did for them anyway, so the fact that they weren’t big on complimenting you isn’t exactly shocking.

what is shocking, however, is what happens when you start dating one peter parker. when he’d first confessed his feelings to you and asked you out, face scarlet and stumbling over his words all the while, you hadn’t really expected much of a difference from your previous relationships. sure, peter was much sweeter and more genuine than your former partners, but at that point you’d been convinced that you just attracted people who didn’t express gratitude, so you’d assumed, with no small amount of disappointment, that this relationship would turn out to be the same.

you find very quickly that you’re in for a surprise.

peter isn’t really known for being the most eloquent guy around; everyone at school is familiar with the way he tends to trip over his words, even if he can occasionally land well-placed verbal blows on bullies or anyone who’s being an idiot. but his tendency towards stumbling over his words hasn’t stopped him from praising almost everything you do since the two of you started dating - quite the opposite, in fact. almost every time you do something for him, or, in fact, even when you just do something that could be generally considered good, he’s quick to shoot a compliment your way in that sweet, slightly awkward way you’ve come to associate with him and him only.

“oh, you didn’t have to make breakfast - thank you, though, really, it looks like it’s gonna be delicious!”

“is… is that a new outfit? i mean, it’s fine if it’s not, too, obviously, but you… you look really good in it. like, wow.”

and, you’re surprised to find, even when you mess up or you’re struggling, the praise doesn’t stop coming; in fact, it seems to increase, now combined with encouragements and forehead kisses and even offers to help with whatever you’re having trouble with, something you’re even less used to than compliments.

“i know this is really hard, but you’re doing really good, okay? i’m super proud of you, no matter what.”

“is there anything i can do to help? maybe i can’t help with the actual thing, but i can get you a snack? or, are you cold, i can get you a blanket?”

“i’m really proud of you, you know. i just… i mean, i dunno, i just thought i’d tell you.”

it’s everything you haven’t had from anyone up until this point, everything you didn’t know you wanted until you and peter got together… and you’re not entirely sure you deserve it. you know your boyfriend isn’t exactly in the habit of saying things he doesn’t mean, but it’s all just so much, all the compliments and affirmations, and while it does feel good, you’re never sure exactly how to react to it at the time, and it always makes you feel like the worst partner ever when your own attempts to return the praise are always so awkward and stilted.

you tell peter all of this, one night when the two of you are curled together in bed. you’re not entirely sure where you find the courage to voice what you’ve been thinking - maybe it’s just the effect of being in the dark, the little burst of confidence to say things you’d never have the wherewithal to say in the light of day. nevertheless, you finally voice all the negative thoughts swirling around in your head, your voice quiet and shy, but the words there all the same.

the moment you’re done, peter shifts around in bed, moving so that the two of you are facing each other, your own face cupped gently in his hands. you can’t make out every little detail of him in the dark - not that it matters, when every facet of his face has been engraved in your mind and heart for months now - but you can see the way his eyes are wide with genuine concern and affection, how his mouth is turned down in a sad little frown that you’d surely think was absolutely adorable had you not just shared your most vulnerable, insecure thoughts with him.

“babe,” peter says, his voice soft and sweet and oh so gentle. “of course you deserve compliments and encouragement and all that, you’re amazing. and i mean, everyone deserves compliments and that kind of stuff, but you deserve them more than most people, because you’re amazing and ‘cause i know you haven’t had a lot of them. and it’s okay if you can’t always give it back to me, you show your love in other ways and that’s fine. i know it’s kind of hard to believe when you’ve convinced yourself of something different, but i don’t have any problem keeping on telling you until you do believe it, and i will. okay?”

it’s not the most eloquent speech ever, but it’s honest and loving and so peter that you can’t help it, a few tears well up in your eyes. but peter sees them immediately, because of course he does, and he immediately swoops in to kiss your eyelids, pushing them away. you nestle your face into the curve of his neck, so overcome, for a moment, with all the love you feel for this awkward, adorable, wonderful boy, and in return the boy in question wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you closer to him, knowing to give words a rest for a moment and just let you hold him and process.

he’s right, of course, as he tends to be. everything you think and feel, all the effects of being deprived of praise and encouragement for so much of your life, are going to take a while to overcome, to replace with positivity and acceptance of all the things your boyfriend thinks and says about you. but you can’t help but believe peter when he says that he’s going to keep at it, with all the boundless determination that makes him such an amazing person and hero, until you really do believe him.

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[traveller-of-the-knight]

Not me imagining Jake, Matt and Frank forming a new team and living together and hanging out with Karen and Foggy and Jessica and beating bad guys and having many emotional venerable moments and hugs and dancing to calm themselves down for the stress of saving Manhattan and going on trips and get drunk and stupid together and do everything and risk their lives for eachother and and and MY BABIES!!!

[marie-swriting]

Diapers - Carol Danvers

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Summary : You and your girlfriend Carol are babysitting Monica.

Warnings : Diapers change, throwing up, fluff, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 923

French version

“There are other diapers in the bathroom and I put a paper with her whole routine on the fridge and in case you need it, I put the numbers-”

“Don’t worry, Maria, we got this,” you interrupt your friend, “Go to your appointment at the bank and the garage in peace.”

“I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about Carol,” Maria specifies, shocking her best friend.

“Hey! That’s not nice.”

“I know how to handle your baby and my adult baby. Go, you’re gonna be late.”

“I should be back by the end of the afternoon.”

“Come on, leave.”

You close the front door while Carol is still appalled by Maria’s comment.

“I can’t believe my own best friend trusts you more than me.”

“Let’s see,” you start, faking thinking deeply, “who, between me and you, was scared to hold Monica when she was born? And who, between me and you, did babysitting from age fifteen to twenty-two?” you question her and she stays silent, proving your point, “Exactly,” you say, then you peck her lips.

You walk toward the living room when Carol holds you back and brings you to her. Before you can say anything, Carol starts kissing you, putting her hands on your hips. You let her do it, enjoying this languorous moment with your girlfriend, however, reluctantly, you push her away.

“We’re here to babysit Monica, keep your hands to yourself.”

“But she’s sleeping! We can kiss,” she replies with a smile you know all too well.

“That’s not how you’re going to prove to Maria you’re responsible.”

Carol pouts, which you think is adorable, and she sighs.

“Fine, but we’ll take a rain check. What are we doing, then?”

“We’re cleaning up the house. There must be things Maria didn’t have the time to do so chop-chop!” you exclaim before gently slapping your girlfriend’s ass.

“Hey! Hands to yourself!"

“You’re one to talk.”

After checking the Rambeau’s house, you assign chores to one another as you wait for Monica to wake up. You clean the rooms while Carol does the manual chores.

Almost two hours later, you hear Monica crying in her bedroom. Not thinking twice, you go to find her. You take Monica in your arms and try to soothe while putting her on the baby-changing table.

“Do you know how to change a diaper?” you ask Carol.

“Not really.”

“I’m gonna teach you. Next time, you’ll do it.”

“But you’re so good at this,” Carol tries to convince you with puppy eyes.

“Everyone gets a turn.”

“Fine,” she accepts.

Patiently, you change Monica as you explain every step to Carol. Monica’s eyes are wide open and they go from you to Carol as if she is trying to understand what you are saying. 

Once she’s clean, you ask Carol to throw the old diaper while you take Monica in your arms and talk with a ridiculous voice. Carol comes back to you and looks at you with a loving smile on her face as you interact with Monica.

“What?” you ask, frowning. 

“You’re cute. Where is Maria’s polaroid? I need to take a picture.”

Once the polaroid is found, Carol takes a picture and you decide to hand Monica to Carol so you can take one of them both, too. 

You quickly give Monica a bottle then you go to the living room and there, you play with her while she babbles in amusement.

Unfortunately for Carol, Monica needs another diaper change before Maria arrives. When Carol comes to the terrible conclusion that the putrid smell comes from her niece who is in her hands, she throws you a desperate glance. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to change her? You’re better at it.”

“We agreed, everyone gets a turn,” you refuse, shaking your head.

“You agreed.”

“I promise, I’ll stay next to you.”

“You couldn’t wait until Maria came back, Lieutenant Trouble?” Carol asks Monica with a betrayed look on her face.

As a simple answer, Monica tries to grip Carol’s hair. Your girlfriend sighs and goes to Monica’s room while you follow her.

Monica on the baby-changing table, you tell Carol what she needs and she listens carefully. For now, she’s doing fine, despite the disgusted expression on her face. You hold back a laughter when you see Carol’s face when the smell hits her. Carol takes away the old diaper and before she can open the new one, she quickly runs out of the room and goes to the bathroom and you hear her throwing up. You roll your eyes at her reaction and you finish changing Monica.

“Auntie Carol might be brave enough to fly but she runs away at the sight of a dirty diaper. Nonsense,” you laugh with a ridiculous voice.

“Promise me you won’t tell Maria,” Carol begs once she’s back in the room.

“Do you remember the time I asked you to not tell Maria I threw up when you forced me to fly with you?” you ask and Carol understands.

“I’m never gonna live this down.”

“I love you, too,” you say, pressing your lips on hers and taking Monica back in your arms.

You’re going to the kitchen as it’s almost time for Monica to eat while Carol keeps begging you to not say anything. At the same time you’re close to the front door, Maria opens it. With a big smile on your face, you walk to her.

“You’ll never guess what Carol did!” you say while Carol groans.

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[awesomerextyphoon]

You: Hi Nat!

Nat: Hey! Do you and Thor ever feel full?

You: Uhh, what brought this about?

Nat: Sam overheard Thor talking to Steve about how the two of you are always hungry.

You: Well, he's not wrong. I usually take my equivalent of a protein bar twice a day to stave off the hunger.

Nat: Well, as your friend, I refuse to let this stand.

You: It's okay, Nata-

Nat: I won't hear of it! We're going out to eat.

You: Alrigh-

Nat: Besides, Tony owes me a favor.

You: Well, if you put it that way.

Wanda: What's going on here?

Nat: I'm taking her out to eat since she almost never eats.

Wanda: Cool. Should I get Thor?

You: It's only fair.

-----

You: Whew! That hit the spot!

Thor: T'was a great feast, indeed! Thank you for inviting me.

Nat: No problem!

You: I could go for a tummy rub right now.

Nat: I'll give one when we get back.

You: Yay!

Wanda: Glad I found this Thai place!

You: Thanks, Wanda! I'm gonna- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! Oh shit! Sorry!

Nat: Nice one!

You: Hehe. Thanks, Nat!

Wanda: That's what happens when you chug nine two-liters of Dr. Pepper on a dare.

You: I know, I know. Still worth it, though.

Wanda: The look on that douchebag's face!

Nat: Also, Thor's glare sealed the deal.

Thor: T'was nothing, ladies!

You: Umm...would it be bad if that belch cleared some room? I'm still kinda of hungry.

Nat: Nope.

Thor: I could go for burgers.

You: Same.

Wanda: Well, let's go!

---

Tony: Hey Pep?

Pepper: Yes, Tony?

Tony: Why did I get an alert from nine different restaurants that they were 'eaten into closing'?

Pepper: Nat took your card as part of the favor you owed her. She took two of our powerhouses out for a 'good meal'.

Tony: ...Damn it.

[luringfantasy]

Dark drabble idea- Loki finding out that his girl tried to run away (again) 👀

I wonder what he will do now...

- 🎸

Thank you for the ask anon! Knowing someone is out thinking about my work is the best feeling!! main masterlist

WARNING: DARK THEMES

RUN AWAY (Not Anymore AU)

You wait a few weeks before trying anything. Trying to get in Loki's good books again. Being the best partner for him. He doesn't know that you are secretly meeting Fandral and he is helping you hatch out an escape plan. You will go back to earth and then... then do something, that's not important. Escaping is...

But what you didn't know was that Loki was observing you. First he wanted to see how far you'd go, how long it will take you to let go of this illogical idea of running away from him. But seeing you actually going through the plan.. he reaches his limit.

The day you decide to run is the day Loki tests you multiple times. Asking you to be by his side. Coming early from the court to take you out on a date. You try to slip out when he is finally asleep, or so you think. You have a bad feeling about this but escaping is important, you remind that to yourself.

All your hopes and plans shatter when you find an unconscious Fandral at your meeting place. You feel a presence behind you and your blood turns cold ❄️

Loki drags you, screaming and kicking through the royal corridors to your shared chambers. It's a big spectacle but none of you care. He throws you on the bed and ties you in X shape. You fear for what he is going to do, but he immediately gets up and leaves, without even looking at you.

He only comes by to feed you and give you some water, never touching you, leaving you to stay with your thoughts. Being tied up is taking a physical toll. You wonder how long this punishment will last and what will happen next.

What should happen next? Should we give up?

[nevereclipse]

making an mcu self insert and having to make the ultimate decision of whether i want to be y/n stark or the future mrs stark

[gay-dorito-dust]

Just gimme more bob, I need to get out all of what I wanted to write for him the moment I saw him in those trailers.

Seriously. Just give me more Bob.

[makkarisbelova]

The Möbius Strip

A post-finale drabble because I’m in my feels and accidentally wrote myself further downward into my spiral so fair warning this is rough anyways enjoy x

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Things, as they have always seemed to do, grow further away from him now.

In this sense, Loki supposes not much has changed for him. He forgot for a moment, he thinks. Forgot how inescapable isolation was. Admitting to your fear of being alone is a sad, sad thing, especially when it does nothing to change the possibility of ending up alone anyway.

There was a time where being lonely, for him, was a result of being incompatible. He felt out of touch with the world, felt as though he were in a space he wasn’t supposed to inhabit. He was oil in water: resisted at the chemical level. And Thor tried his best, really. Loki spent a lot of years being painstakingly angry with his brother for not doing enough, but he did what he could. His father, he’s still unsure of. Asguard, he can’t say. But Thor did his best. Maybe it was just doomed from the start.

Now, on the other hand, his anger is gone. Much still burdens him, but unlike the rest of his life, it is a loneliness he can bear. Rotten, really. The loneliness is still so rotten. But he chose this rotten work. He chose it out of love.

Time is his purpose, both glorious and burdensome. But love is his reason, and there is no sense in purpose without a reason for fulfilling it.

So yes, in a way he likes what he’s doing now. He gets to witness all of time and life in the grasp of his hand, branching out and filling a cosmic expanse. Life courses and weaves itself around the crevices of his knuckles, and it’s heavy, Gods is it heavy, but it’s safe. They’re safe.

Still, it comes forth from him, not with him. He’s frozen, keeping a firm grasp on timelines which stretch into an abyss beyond his sight. As things branch out, they branch away.

All but one.

There’s a timeline which keeps getting out of line. Loki’s learned there’s a very specific, natural flow of all the timeline branches, how even in nature and space there are patterns which all substance must adhere to. Only one goes against the grain now. It takes a sharp turn and bows inwards, back towards Loki, shaped like a perpetually bent thread trying to tickle the skin of its wearer.

It’s a pesky little thing, really. It pulses with light, making it’s way upstream. The branch is never in any danger or peril, never hostile or erratic, but still subjecting itself to more struggle than is needed. Quite the fighter. It’s almost impressive.

Loki tries rather casually, without ever needing to move a muscle now (and Gods does he ever miss the days where he got his hands dirty, because he can practically feel his muslces atrophying now and it’s unbearably fatiguing) but all that gets him is a jolt to his nerves, a twitch in his heart as the bent branch reaches back towards him. Even though it doesn’t stop growing, it refuses to leave Loki’s side.

And then he hears it. A voice, soft and meant only for him, beckons him.

It starts off with a familiar phrase. “… Let time pass.”

Loki feels its familiarity before really registering the meaning of the words. He registers the gentle twang of a voice which has acted as a pillar for him more often than not, a single thread of sound from a pair of lips, a collection of vibrations tethered to him. Mobius.

And achingly, miraculously, it’s whispering his name.

Nothing else, really. There’s a long beat of silence which could be a couple of minutes or a dozen years. It’s hard for Loki to tell now. But no other words are uttered. Just his. His name. Loki.

“Loki,” Mobius’ voice whispers— over, and over, and over. “Loki… Loki… Loki…”

Loki’s bottom lip trembles, but he doesn’t dare try and answer. Not at first anyway. Who knows if it would even reach Mobius? Or any of the others, for that matter. Loki isn’t supposed to have contact. He doesn’t want to. Involvement was at the root of evil for He Who Remains. He Who Remains controlled and manipulated and picked a timeline of his own choosing, slaughtering the rest.

Only He Who Remains was Loki now, and Loki wouldn’t. Loki would never.

So he listens. He listens to Mobius calling out his name. Time passes. Everything in Loki is still, save for his racing, throbbing, breaking heart. And then, he watches.

He watches the timeline the voice is originating from as it refuses to branch away, as it grows inwards, deformed. And he tries to flick it away for its own good, but it stays there. So he watches it.

It starts to twist at a certain point. The torsion worries Loki at first. He needn’t worry. Mobius keeps calling his name, and somehow that’s proof enough that everything is okay. So still, Loki watches.


The timeline twists itself into a ring shape of sorts. Loki’s eyes never leave it, even with the strain of all other timelines in his hands and around his ankles. This rogue timeline creeps around his wrist and morphs itself into some donut shape, like a bracelet with a twist in it.

The twist is what intrigues Loki. Its ends press together— not firm enough to impede its process of infinite growth, but firm enough to make it seem like a closed shape— and expands slowly, shrinking slightly after a moment and then growing again, like a rising and falling chest which grows to the rhythm of Loki’s pulse. And as Loki stares at it, every fiber of its existence, he sees it.

The shape of it is recognizable, and only lasts for a moment. With the twist, the branch appears for a moment to be a single, never ending loop. A one-sided shape folded into eternity. Everlasting. Like love, he thinks. And that’s what it is: love.

A Möbius strip.

The timelines relaxes itself back into its standard pattern of growth almost as quickly and easily as it had transformed. No longer against the grain, it roams free again once Mobius goes quiet.

Loki, unflinching yet still letting a tears fall down his cheek, watches it unfold with reverence. Here lay Loki, the God of stories, keeper of all time, burdened with glorious purpose, and the whispering of his name nearly tempts him to his knees.

It’s important to know that he doesn’t give into that temptation. Loki remains firmly planted on his throne, head high and mind numb. If the branch’s momentary geometric performance was an expression of Mobius’ love for Loki, then Loki returns that love by never flinching. Everything relies on him never flinching, on keeping him frozen there, where all time begins and ends. If not for his own peace of mind, then for the happiness of his loved ones. For Thor, Sylvie, Ouroboros. And for Mobius.

He sits, still as rock, and suddenly isn’t lonely anymore. Mobius, whether he intended to or not, made his presence known to Loki, and that means more to him than Mobius will ever know.

Only then, when he collects himself and dries his tears, does he let himself whisper in return. “Mobius.”

[elixirfromthestars]

Hello everyone! 🤍 So my birthday is coming up soon (July 3rd) and it has also been a little over a year since I first posted on this blog. I wanted to find a nice little way to celebrate, so I decided to do a little birthday bingo!! (This was inspired by the 1K follower celebration @espinosaurusrexex hosted 💕 If you haven’t read her stuff you really should!! ❤️)

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[prettywitchiusaka]

Clea Diary Entry - Desire - Prettywitchiusaka - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Another quick drabble I decided to finish.

Enjoy!

[traveller-of-the-knight]

I POSTED A NEW FIC ON MY INTERNET FAMOUS AU!!!

It is Moon Knight's TikTok account bitch!

Here it is!!

Sneek peak:

Jake films in an alleyway where some cats are hanging out.

"People belive that this music can remind cats that they were worshipped in ancient Egypt, let's test it out!" He puts on a kind of generic ancient Egyptian song that sounds kind of spooky. The cats stop what they are doing and all look at Jake "¡a la mierda!" (Oh, shit!). The cats move very slowly and take a defensive position, arching their backs. "¿?Gatitas?" (Kitties?). One of them does a very deep and very angry and very long meow, he is probably the leader. Then all the cats meow together, maniacally and jump to attack Jake. "¡Ay no! ¡Ay no! ¡Gatitas!". The cats keep screaming, some of them have attached themselves on Jake's clothes with their nails and bite and scratch him. "¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Bastardo!" (Ouch! Ouch! Bastard!). Jake starts running on the main street and everybody looks at him, taking photos and videos. The video cuts.

Jake films himself out of breath showing us his destroyed clothes. His hat is also not quite in place. As he does that he looks like he is in pain again. He puts his hand on his back and grabs something. He shows his hand on the camera we can see him holding a small kitten by the back of it's neck. The kitten meows angrily on camera. Jake looks totally done with it and he puts it on the ground. The cat tries to attack him again so Jake hisses it to assest dominance. The cat leaves. Jake turns the camera back to his face, looking surprisingly, even more done. He looks like he is trying to put together something to say but he really can't figure out what so he ends the video.

[marie-swriting]

Couches - Carol Danvers

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Résumé : Toi et ta petite amie Carol, vous vous occupez de Monica.

Warnings : changement de couche, vomissement, fluff, dites-moi si j'en ai loupés d'autres.

Nombre de mots : 995

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-Il y a d’autres couches dans la salle de bain et j’ai mis un papier avec sa routine sur le frigo  et si besoin, j’ai mis le numéro…

-Ne t’inquiète pas, Maria, on s’en occupe, interromps-tu ton amie. Tu peux aller à ton rendez-vous à la banque et au garage, l’esprit tranquille.

-Je doute pas de toi, c’est de Carol que je m’inquiète, précise Maria, choquant ta copine.

-Hey, c’est pas gentil !

-Je sais gérer ton bébé et mon bébé adulte. Pars, tu vas être en retard.

-Je devrai revenir en fin d’après-midi.

-Allez, file !

Tu refermes la porte d’entrée de chez Maria tandis que Carol a toujours une expression outrée sur son visage.

-J’arrive pas à croire que ma propre meilleure amie a plus confiance en toi qu’en moi.

-Voyons, commences-tu avec un faux air pensif, qui de nous deux avait peur de prendre Monica dans ses bras quand elle est née ? Et qui de nous deux a fait du babysitting de ses quinze à vingt-deux ans ? demandes-tu et elle ne répond pas. Exactement, dis-tu puis, tu l’embrasses chastement.

Tu commences à marcher en direction du salon quand Carol te retient et te ram��ne vers elle. Avant que tu puisses dire quoique ce soit, Carol commence à t’embrasser tout en plaçant ses mains sur tes hanches. Tu te laisses d’abord faire, appréciant ce moment langoureux avec ta petite amie, toutefois, à contrecœur, tu finis par la repousser.

-On est ici pour s’occuper de Monica, garde tes mains dans les poches.

-Mais elle dort ! On peut continuer à s’embrasser, réplique-t-elle avec un sourire que tu connais trop bien.

-C’est pas comme ça que tu vas prouver à Maria que tu es responsable.

Carol fait la moue, ce que tu trouves adorable, puis elle soupire. 

-Très bien, mais ce n’est que partie remise. Qu’est-ce qu’on fait alors ?

-On va s’occuper de la maison. Il y a sûrement des choses que Maria n’a pas eu le temps de faire, alors au travail ! t’exclames-tu avant de taper gentiment les fesses de ta copine.

-Hey, mains dans les poches !

-C’est toi qui dis ça ?

Après avoir fait un rapide tour de la maison des Rambeau, vous vous répartissez les tâches en attendant que Monica se réveille. Tu t’occupes de nettoyer les pièces pendant que Carol s’occupe de tâches un peu plus manuelles. 

Presque deux heures plus tard, vous entendez Monica pleurer de sa chambre. Ni une ni deux, vous allez la retrouver. Tu prends Monica dans tes bras et tentes de la calmer tout en la posant sur la table à langer.

-Tu sais comment changer une couche ? demandes-tu à Carol.

-Pas vraiment, non.

-Je vais t’apprendre. La prochaine fois, ça sera ton tour.

-Mais t’es tellement douée, tente de te convaincre Carol avec des yeux de cocker.

-Chacun son tour. 

-Très bien, accepte-t-elle.

Avec patience, tu changes Monica et tu expliques chaque étape à Carol. Les yeux de Monica sont grands ouverts et ils passent de toi à Carol, comme si elle essayait de comprendre votre échange. 

Une fois qu’elle est toute propre, tu demandes à Carol de jeter les affaires pendant que tu reprends Monica dans tes bras tout en lui parlant avec une voix ridicule. Carol revient vers toi et te regarde avec un sourire attendrissant alors que tu interagis avec Monica.

-Quoi ? demandes-tu, les sourcils froncés

-T’es mignonne. Où est le polaroid de Maria ? Je dois absolument prendre une photo. 

Le polaroid trouvé, Carol vous prend en photo et tu décides de donner Monica à Carol afin d’en prendre une également. 

Tu donnes rapidement le biberon à Monica puis vous vous rendez au salon et là, vous jouez avec Monica qui babille avec amusement. 

Malheureusement pour Carol, Monica a besoin d’être changée à nouveau et Maria n’est toujours pas arrivée. Quand Carol en vient à la terrible conclusion que l’odeur nauséabonde vient de sa nièce qui est dans ses bras, elle te lance un regard désespéré.

-T’es sûre que tu veux pas la changer ? Tu sais mieux faire.

-Chacun son tour, on a dit, refuses-tu en secouant la tête.

-Tu as dit ça. 

-Promis, je vais rester à côté de toi.

-T’aurais pas pu attendre que Maria rentre, Lieutenant Rebelle ? demande Carol à Monica, un air trahi sur son visage.

Pour simple réponse, Monica essaye de prendre les cheveux de Carol. Ta copine soupire et se rend dans la chambre de Monica pendant que tu la suis. 

Monica sur la table à langer, tu dis à Carol ce dont elle a besoin et elle écoute tes instructions. Pour l’instant, elle s’en sort pas mal, malgré les têtes horribles qu’elle tire. Tu te retiens de rire quand tu vois l’expression de Carol quand l’odeur la frappe de pleins fouet. Carol enlève l’ancienne couche et avant qu’elle puisse ouvrir la nouvelle, elle sort de la chambre en courant jusqu’au toilette où tu l’entends vomir. Tu roules des yeux face à sa réaction et finis de changer Monica.

-Tata Carol est peut-être courageuse quand il faut piloter un avion, mais elle fuit à la vue d’une couche sale. Vraiment n’importe quoi, rigoles-tu avec une voix ridicule.

-Promets-moi que tu ne le diras pas à Maria, implore Carol une fois qu’elle est dans la chambre à nouveau.

-Tu te rappelles de la fois où je t’ai demandé de ne pas dire à Maria que j’avais vomi quand tu m’avais forcé à voler avec toi ? demandes-tu et Carol comprend.

-Je vais en entendre parler jusqu’à ma mort.

-Je t’aime aussi, dis-tu en posant un rapide baiser sur ses lèvres et en prenant Monica dans tes bras.

Tu te rends dans la cuisine étant donné que c’est bientôt l’heure de manger pour Monica alors que Carol continue de te supplier de rien dire. Au même moment où vous passez près de la porte d’entrée, elle s’ouvre sur Maria. Avec un immense sourire aux lèvres, tu la rejoins.

-Tu ne devineras jamais ce que Carol a fait ! dis-tu pendant que Carol grogne.

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