#MCU drabble

[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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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠

“Coffee, Black” 

Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k

“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”

You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now. 

You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow. 

And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.

“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!” 

The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD. 

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Schmeds?” 

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”

“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.

Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe. 

Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…

Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”

Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet. 

Wait a  damn minute…

You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy. 

You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…

“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”

You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”? 

“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly. 

Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”

“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”

Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”

Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”

Woooooord.

You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art. 

And he’d brought you coffee. 

“I…well…uh…”

“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”

You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”

He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.” 

You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.” 

You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you. 

“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”

Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”

You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”

“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.” 

You giggled. “That sounds like him.” 

“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?” 

You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.” 

Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.” 

You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”

Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit. 

Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??

The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call. 

Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!

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[traveller-of-the-knight]

Behold! Marc and Thor talking about their dead brothers!

Thor: Heh, this reminds me of my Bother, Loki. I saw him die that way right infront of my eyes.

Marc: Oh, ehm... I'm sorry for your lost.

Thor: Nah, it's ok, he came back after all... He got stabbed a year later, trying to help me. That funeral was the best of all yet.

Marc: Uhhh... Yet?

Thor: Yes he wasn't dead after all.

Steven: Oh, that's lovely to hear!

Thor: Heh, yeah the sneaky bastard.

*awkward silence*

Thor: Thanos kill him.

Steven: And how did he get back this time?

*awkward silence*

Steven: Oh, I'm so sorry-I didn't-!

Thor: Yeah...

Marc: Don't you think he'll eventually come back?

Thor: *crying* No! He's dead! He's actually dead!

Marc: I... Get it. I lost my brother too and it was my fault-

*steven yells at him from the headspace*

Marc: I mean... It's not your fault... Thor.

Thor: Really?

Marc: *nods*

*Thor transforms into Loki*

Loki: So how do you think he'll take it when he finds out I'm alive? Was that accurate, is that how he's feeling now?

Jake: ¡pero que mierda !

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[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

••••••••

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.”

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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.

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[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!! ❤️)

This birthday bingo consists of a bingo card that is filled with various prompts anyone can choose from and request a little scenario/drabble for any of the characters I write for. You are also welcome to request for an AU I’ve already written for such as Detective!Bucky, Duke!Bucky, or any other one!! 🤍🩵🤍

I know my blog is currently all Bucky, but here is a list of characters I write for: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Matt Murdock, & Peter Parker.

How to Participate:

Choose a prompt from the bingo card that hasn’t been taken yet and send me an ask with the prompt, the character, and any other details + additions you would like to add to the request!

I will keep the bingo card updated to let everyone know when a square is taken. And I will write/post the request in the order that it was submitted.

As soon as a bingo has been completed, the birthday bingo requests will be closed!!

Thank you to everyone who has shown me lots of love and support in my writing. It means so much!! 🥹💗 If you’ve ever Interacted with me or my writing in any way, thank you from the bottom of my heart!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

If this birthday bingo card inspires you to make your own or write something let me know!! Send me a message, tag me, etc. I would love to read and support it!! 🥰

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BIRTHDAY BINGO REQUESTS CLOSED 🥳💙

Current To Do Requests in Order:

“I’ll always choose you.” — Matt Murdock

Royal AU — Steve Rogers

Love Language — Peter Parker

Touch starved — Loki

Bodyguard au — Loki

“How about a kiss?” — Peter Parker

“Fine, keep acting like you hate me.” — Peter Parker

“Are you jealous of _____?” — Bucky Barnes

College au — Bucky Barnes

Taking care of the other when sick — Matt Murdock

Fake Dating + Enemies to Lovers — Bucky Barnes

“ I don’t forgive you.” — Bucky Barnes

Thank you to everyone that has been sending in requests!! 🤍 I’m so excited to start working on them 🥹✨

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

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

I wonder what he will do now...

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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?

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Smut prompt list 2 Loki: 1,3 6???

Yess 😁

#1 - “I love it when you moan my name.”

#3 - “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

#6 - “Use your tongue.”

“I love it when you moan my name.” Loki smirked, hands gripping your waist as he helped guide your movements above him.

“I’m soo closee.” You almost cried, hands placed firmly against Lokis chest as you continued to ride him.

Holding you against him, Loki bucked his hips upwards, entering you deeply as you bounced above him, both of you desperately chasing your highs. You came with a loud moan of his name before you collapsed against the bed next to him, eyes closed as you basked in your post sex afterglow. Closing his eyes too, Loki turned over, wrapping an arm around your torso as he kissed the nape of your neck. You stayed like that for a few minutes, naked on the precipice of sleep before you began making a move to stand, needing to get ready to go grocery shopping.

“Wait.” Loki called, half asleep as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’ve got to go out.” You sighed, removing Lokis arm from you as you began standing up.

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” He offered, giving you a wink as he grabbed your hand, pulling you back into the bed as you giggled.

“And what reason would that be?” You questioned teasingly as Loki settled above you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what would you like me to do?” He grinned, looking into your eyes.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Use your tongue.” You requested. Giving you no time to speak further, Loki lowered himself between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders before you felt his tongue against your clit causing you to gasp. Grocery shopping could wait.

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hiii :)

I saw you’re taking fluff requests at the moment so here I am😍

More or less this scenario was ghosting around in my dreams yesterday;

The reader's a very silent, calm person, not really talking much and always leaving parties or gatherings early. Loki is somehow intrigued by her mysterious nature but when he started trying to get closer to her, she just thought he was kidding (she thought of herself as boring and weird). One day Loki found out the real reason for her former 'aversion' and set up a romantic dinner or something to convince her of the authenticity of his feelings…❣️

If it’s something you would want to work with I would be so happy. Thank you so much!!! :)

So, I am a naturally loud and assertive person, and I think nearly all of my Reader characters have reflected this, so this will be different for me to write, but great practice! Hope this finds you and makes your day, anon!

“The God and the Wallflower”

Summary: After a lifetime of being the unassuming background player, you don’t understand why the most interesting being you know is fascinated by you.

Pairing: Loki x Shy!Reader Content Warning: descriptions of verbal/emotional bullying (although this WILL be fluff so nothing too intense) Word Count: 1.5K (sorry, this became a little longer than a drabble)

Always against the wall at the party. Always in the shadows outside. Always the ensemble player in the musical. Now, you were the secretary in a sea of superheroes.

As a girl with a gifted twin sister, you grew up essentially looking out for your own needs. Your parents, the desperate social-climbers they were, lavished attention, praise, and extras on your twin, who got straight-As in school, led the color guard to their first national championships, and got a full-ride to Columbia U, all while you couldn’t even make editor of the school paper because the advisor forgot you’d even signed up. Your twin was also a beauty, somehow, she’d gotten the bright redheaded gene that made her stand out even more in the family. You just had your plain, frizzy, brown hair that often got dry. Your sister was a thin, graceful, interesting lady. You were much more of a dumpy, lumpy, faceless being.

Of course, this meant in school you got the comparisons from teachers and the taunting from bullies about how there was no way you weren’t adopted. You became an adult with your only superpower being your resourcefulness, but that could only get you a nice job as opposed to what you really wanted: friendship, companionship, maybe even a romance. Not a single person of any gender cared to look your way. Not because you were ugly (you weren’t), but because your natural ability to blend in rendered you invisible, so you chose not to fight it, and instead resign yourself to your lot.

You did pull off one amazing feat that your perfect sister never could, however: Tony Stark hired you to be his second-shift personal assistant at the Avenger’s compound in Dutchess County, NY. He was the type of guy who needed so much help that he needed a right hand for every hour of the day. Because of your natural resourcefulness and quick mind, he appreciated your ability to introduce him to everyone at a part whom he vaguely remembered but couldn’t quite put a name to. He also almost immediately admitted that he’d liked you because you didn’t seem “the type to get in the way.”

Tonight, however, was a victory celebration, and while celebrities and Avengers mingled, you weren’t of much use. So, you took your usual position along the far wall and people-watched until the earliest possible time you could go home.

Watching the Avengers mingle could be entertaining on its’ own. Steve, of course, was a hit with the ladies. Bruce and Natasha tended to work the crowds as a unit. Whenever Clint could get away from his family, he’d usually be cracking jokes with Thor somewhere in the middle of the room. Wanda and Vision usually stayed close as a couple, and like you, they were more of the wallflower type…but at least they had each other.

You looked at your watch nervously, hoping that it was midnight, when Stark would allow you to head home. Drat! It was only 9:41.

“You look like a woman with a lot of stories.”

Startled, you gasped lightly and turned your head to your left, where someone had joined you against the wall.

Thor’s shady brother Loki was the one who had initiated the conversation. You hadn’t seen that much of him since your hiring. He was one who preferred keeping to himself in the library, or sometimes drinking with his brother after most of the others were gone or asleep.

He unsettled you a little, and not because of his trickery or history with trying to conquer cities. He always walked through a room like a knife through butter, quick, confident, knowing where he was going. Although, his confident stride, along with his long block curls and devilish grin, kind of made him attractive to you. Sometimes you found yourself looking at him with interest in crowded situations where you could disguise your gazes as something else. But Loki was (technically) an Avenger, and thus, he could have his pick of any of the beauties (or studs) in the room. No matter how you felt about him, he was leagues above you, and really should have been on the arm of a model or actor or politician’s child.

So why was he here talking to the sentient cardboard cutout who’d never said a word directly to anyone in the room who wasn’t Stark?

You shook your head silently. No, not here, you thought. Would someone really stoop to mocking me here?

“My intention wasn’t to startle you,” Loki apologized. “But I’ve been keeping an eye on you most of the evening, and I’ve been biding my time, but I’ve been hoping to get acquainted with you for a time now.”

You looked down, embarrassed that you were already beginning to feel tears forming. “Please, don’t.”

Loki looked at you with concern. “What is it, Y/N? I assure you I’m—”

“—I can’t do this tonight,” you blurted out, brushing past Loki and quickly leaving the room, leaving the God standing there, confused and hurt.

Loki couldn’t believe how completely he had just struck out. It wasn’t something he was used to, especially when he’d been planning on how to approach you for nearly a week, and deciding that this soiree was the opportune moment.

“Ooof, bad idea, Vixen,” said Tony, sliding over to Loki, still dumbfounded and hurt at the rejection.

“I barely said ten words, and she wouldn’t—”

“—there’s a few things you should know about her,” Stark explained. “She’s extremely shy.”

“Why is that? She’s beautiful,” Loki said quietly.

“She grew up with a sister who was great at everything and always got the attention. I hired her because she’s got incredible self-reliance, so I barely have to explain anything to her. She never quite lived up to the bar her twin set, and when she felt short, she was usually shut out for it. When I hired her, she actually asked me if I was feeling okay.”

Well, if anyone understands what it’s like to live in the shadow of a better sibling, it’s me, Loki thought as he bit his lip. “I was too forward, then.”

“Big time, Bambi.”

He sighed. “Well, what do you recommend?”

Tony shrugged. “Getting someone like her to believe she’s special enough isn’t going to be easy, but it may be the only way to convince someone that stubborn.”

Loki smiled. “Not to worry, I already have something in mind.”

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The following evening, Tony unexpectedly relieved you of duty a few hours early, saying he wanted to have a date night with Pepper. “But,” he added, “before you do, could you go out to the roof and check for a file I may have dropped the other day?”

You snorted. “Why did you have a personal file on the roof?” you asked softly. “You always tell me they don’t leave the basement.”

“Because…well…” Tony stumbled over his words for a second. “Just…go to the roof for five minutes before you leave, okay? Damn this sappy shit…” he mumbled under his breath, walking away before you could ask more.

Groaning, you obeyed and made your way up the floors, opening the door to the roof and not expecting to find a table set for two, tea lights strung up all over, a record player emitting soft, gentle, romantic music, and Loki standing awkwardly by the table.

“Oh my…” you felt a pang of nausea in your gut, and you instantly went to turn around.

“No, please, Y/N!” Loki called after you. “I’m in earnest!”

You stopped and shook your head. “There’s no way.”

Loki walked toward you, holding out a hand. “I set this up for you, and I don’t go to such trouble for people I deem less than worthy of my attention.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You have me all wrong. I’m really nothing.”

“Stark said you’ve been through things, that you’re used to keeping quiet because that’s what everyone expects of you,” he said. “Y/N, the same thing happened to me. Do you not remember who my brother is?”

You found the courage to look Loki in the eye for the first time. “I don’t understand. Why me? I’m the most plain, boring, unassuming—”

Loki shook his head and dared to take your hand, bringing it to his lips and laying a gentle kiss on it. “May I ask you something? Do you think me someone who wastes their time with common people?”

You shrugged silently.

“Well, I don’t. So please, take this as a gesture of my interest,” Loki said, indicating the beautiful set up he’d worked all afternoon to perfect for you. “I want to know your story, and please, leave out no details. I want to savor every chapter of you.”

You still didn’t understand why or how, but looking into Loki’s icy blue eyes and seeing the sincerity in them unlocked your heart, and you decided in that moment to exercise cautious trust, and to give the man access to your soul.

“Well,” you said, finally smiling and letting yourself open up slowly, like a rose bud, “I guess if that’s true, the sooner we start, the better.”

Your heart fluttered when you realized Loki wasn’t dropping your hand as he guided you towards the supper table. For the first time, you felt ready to open up to someone.

Well, here it goes…

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It's Not Fair - Steve Rogers

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Summary : Steve doesn't understand why you're crying over the death of a certain Jack.

Warnings : pregnancy, mention of the ending of Titanic, 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 : 881

French version

You turn off the TV while big tears are running down your cheeks. You don’t even try to wipe them as you put the empty bowl of popcorn on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile your breaths are jerky, you stroke your five months pregnant belly, hoping it’ll help you calm down. Steve appears in the living room and runs to you, hearing your sobs. He takes you in arms and tries to calm you down in vain.

“Y/N, what’s wrong ?” he asks, worried.

“It’s not fair, Steve.” you mutter with trembling lips. “He didn’t deserve to die.”

“Who’s dead ?”

“Jack !” you scream as if it was obvious. “He should’ve lived. He should have had a long and happy life with Rose. They deserved to be happy together. They loved each other. Why weren’t they more cautious with this damn iceberg ? Everything could have been avoided. Besides, there was enough room on this fucking door.”

Steve doesn’t react to your swear words, too preoccupied by your emotional state. Ignoring what to say, he strokes your back. 

He doesn’t know who Jack and Rose are but he guesses they’re closed ones considerent how devastated you are. You keep sobbing in his arms for another ten minutes until the arrival of Sam and Bucky interrupts you.

“Wow, what’s going on here ?”

To answer Sam’s question, Steve shrugs to show he’s just as confused. Hearing your friends’ voices, you break from your husband. You apologise, telling them you need to get some tissues, leaving the three men alone.

“What was that ?” Bucky questions, lost.

“I think one of her friends died. Some Jack.”

“Do you know him ?”

“No.” Steve answers Sam. “Maybe they were childhood friends ?” he presumes, trying to make sense out of your words. “Anyway, he’s dead because of some iceberg and he left behind his partner named Rose. She also said something about ‘enough room on the door’.”

“What ?” Bucky asks, more confused.

Understanding the reasons behind your cries, Sam can’t help but laugh. The two supersoldiers look at him, shocked to see Sam making fun of someone’s death. Sam keeps chuckling for several minutes. Once he’s calmer, Sam amicably pats Steve’s shoulder.

“He’s not her friend, Steve.” he assures him with a smile.

“What, you know this Jack ?”

“I can’t believe I forgot to tell you to watch it. Jack, Jack Dawson, it’s from the movie Titanic.” Sam informs.

“Why does it sound familiar ?” Bucky enquiries, searching through his memories.

“Isn’t it the ship that sank in 1912 ? My ma talked about it to me once.” Steve tells his childhood friend.

“Oh, yes, that’s the one !”

“Anyway,” Sam cuts them off, “they made a movie about this tragedy in 1997 and there’s a love story between Jack and Rose. Jack dies at the end while Rose lives her life like Jack asked her to. And judging by the popcorn on the table, I’d say Y/N just finished watching it.” he explains, showing the bowl.

“Wait, she’s crying because of a movie ?” Steve questions.

“Hormones.” Bucky scoffs.

“This movie destroys everyone.” Sam retorts to him, almost outraged. “You would be bawling too, despite being the grumpy old man who hates life that you are.”

“I’m not sure of it.”

Bucky and Sam start a debate while Steve walks away from his friends to look for you in your bedroom. Opening the door, he sees you sitting on your bed, a tissue in hand. He comes next to you and puts his arms around your shoulder.

“How are you ?” he asks with a soft voice.

“I’ll get over it like everytime I watch the movie.” you state, sniffing. “I just realised you probably don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

“Sam explained everything. But I’m not gonna lie, I was worried. I really thought you lost a friend.” Steve informs, making you giggle.

“Sorry, I was just sad about the end and with the hormones, I think it only got worse.”

“As long as no one is dead.” Steve affirms lightly and you turn to him, offended.

“Jack is dead, Steve ! Fictional or not, his death is serious.”

“Sorry.” he apologises, trying not to laugh. “When our beautiful baby will be here,” Steve starts, touching your belly, “we’ll watch the movie. However, Sam and Bucky are most likely to stick their nose in, ‘cause Sam thinks Bucky will cry and Bucky doesn’t think he will.”

“They really are children.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“It’s like training for us.”

Steve presses his lips and you kiss for a moment until Sam and Bucky barge in loudly, asking you for an answer to their discord. Steve rolls their eyes at them while you giggle at their antics.

Five months later, while your baby is asleep, Steve, Sam, Bucky and you organise a special Titanic night. Even without your pregnancy hormones, you cry when the Titanic hits the iceberg while Steve and Sam start sobbing when Rose is in the lifeboat before jumping to find Jack. As for Bucky, he stays silent during the whole movie, but when you turn on the light, you can see his red eyes and his wet cheeks. Sam holds his hand out to Bucky and with annoyance, he gives him a twenty dollar bill.

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[nezuscribe]

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝

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pairing: marc spector x reader

genre: angst, blurb, marc sector has me in a chokehold rn 😔

summary: he's the folly of a god, a shell of a man, and no longer who he was when you first met him, a man who used to buy you flowers is now a man covered in blood and you can no longer handle it

word count: 1k

takes place before the show

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the bazaar was crowded, bodies pushing up against one another as the smell of saffron and turmeric filled the scene, vendors selling their own food adding the appealing aroma.

"care for some kebab?" the question was simple had the voice behind it not have sounded so tense, so full of fright that to the unknown ear it would have been almost comedic.

you turned your head away, jutting your chin out as you stalked through the sellers, blocking out every noise, every shout and yell as you clenched your fists tightly.

"i can pay," he offered and you almost scoffed, it's not as though he ever let you pay anyways, "free of charge," gods, he was truly awful at joking.

he glanced to his side, biting hard on the inside of his cheek as he noticed you looking even angrier than you usually were, your brows pulled together as you looked straight ahead, refusing to look him in the eye.

he would spill everything if he could, right here, right now. but under the appeasing eyes of so many, he opted to wait, to save it when it was just the two of you and nobody else.

"darlin'," he tried, this time quieter, filled with more desperation, "it's not as bad as it loo-" he heard a snort coming from your end, your jaw ticking as you rolled your eyes at his oblivious words.

"really it's not," he continued, his fingers trying to find yours but you kept pulling them away when he got too close.

your pace quickened, but his long strides made up for it, and he seemingly didn't have to struggle very much to catch up to you, his hand finding your elbow as you paused, glad that you were out of the busy marketplace.

with a deep breath, you looked around, keeping your expression steady as it reflected his rather frantic one.

"marc," you seethed through your teeth, looking away when he took a step forward, not trusting your tuition as you knew you'd just fall into his embrace, "not here."

"yes, here," he argued back, eyes trying to find yours as his hand slipped down to yours, encasing them in his larger, rougher ones. he had callouses on his palms, but you'd always press your lips to them, and say you loved them.

"y/n," he tried once again, slowly, the air filled with a breeze that only autumn held in egypt, something you used to enjoy with him. you glanced up at the starry sky, lips pursing as you thought.

"i saw blood on your hands again," you scoff to yourself as you shake your head at the haunting thought. you could vividly remember finding him in a corner, skin stained red as he widely breathed in and out.

"is that what he wants you to do now?" you pointed up at the sky, "khonshu?" you knew of his past job, heard of what he did. but you had never seen him in action. now, however, you could see the violence in his posture, how he was no longer the same person you met so long ago.

marc let go of your hands, running one through his hair as he looked back at the bazaar and then to you, eyes piercing as he debated an answer.

"marc, y-you're losing yourself!" you shouted when he couldn't think of a response, "look at where we are!" his blood-stained clothing, your crumpled night clothing from running out of your shared bedroom when you saw that he was gone.

"y/n," his hands reached for your face but you pushed them away in disgust. you missed the way his eyes flashed with hurt, how he looked at his own skin as if to see if he had burned you in some way.

"i-i didn't sign up for this marc. you barely come home, the only time i see you is before you go to sleep, covered in blood. i mean, it's like you're a totally different person now," you took a deep breath in, shaking your head as you admitted; "t-this isn't a life i can live in anymore. i just can't, marc," your face broke, and for just a second, you mirrored him. there was pain, longing, and ache.

"darlin', please, give me a chance," he moved after you, realizing you were walking back to the apartment, and sighed deeply through his nose, looking up almost as if he were pleading for help.

"you know i love you, god, i'm so fuckin' sorry for hurtin' ya' but you gotta believe me..." he trailed off, pressing little kissing to your knuckles, lips wet with hidden tears as he shook.

"this whole thing is new to me, i have to get used to it. but darlin', you know i can't forget about you. you're my fuckin life, ya' know that?" he pressed more and more kisses to your arms, traveling upwards as he tried to nudge your jaw with his nose but your eyes wrung shut, your face moving to the other side as you avoided his lips.

"you're so good to me," his voice cracked as his tears wet your skin, "ya' know that? you're so fuckin' amazin' and beautiful, y/n, you're eveyr-"

"no, marc," you wrenched your hand out of his once again, your eyes glossy in the light of the moon, shining over as your lips trembled, your head shaking feverishly as you took a stumbled step back, "no more. please."

he took a step back instantly, hands up in the air almost as a surrender,

"okay, okay, i get it," he quickly moved away, trying to give you space, "no more. how about we go home and i make you somethin', yeah? that pistachio thing you like so much, hm?" he tried for a smile but you shook your head, quick to wipe your tears as you repeated it again.

"no more, marc," you whispered, voice hoarse, and it cracked for a second as his face scrunched up in his oblivious confusion, "no more. please."

and no more, please, translated to you pulling away from his hold, leaving him alone in the eyes of khonshu as he stared aimlessly at your receding figure.

sure he's died before, but nothing felt as painful as watching you walk away with a piece of his heart.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x reader angst #marc spector drabble #moon knight x reader #moon knight x reader angst #marc spector x you #marc spector x you angst #marc spector #moon knight angst #moon knight #mcu drabble

[awesomerextyphoon]

Random Fox News Asshat: Where's this world coming to?! Turns out Captain America's a fa-

You: Turn that shit off!!

Nat: You would think they'd move on.

Wanda: The world found out that both Captain America and the Winter Soldier are bisexual. Also that Pietro and I are Jewish and Romani.

You: Let's not even get started on Loki.

Wanda: Right. So now the haters are coming out in droves.

Nat: I mean, with all the shit that's happening right now, you would think they would have something better to cover.

You: Nope. It's not like other news outlets are any better.

Sharon: Sorry I'm late. I had to take a shower after my last mission.

You: No worries. Honestly, you're the first one here.

Wanda: Yeah. I just got a text from Monica and Jen. Monica's just got a new project and Jen made a breakthrough in her case, so she'll have to do an all-nighter.

You: And Pepper?

Nat: Nope. Tony.

You: That woman's a Saint.

Sharon: Well, Maria said she'll be a little late. She needs to finish her report.

You: Fine. Le-

Brunnhilde: Ladies! I have arrived!

Everyone: Hilde!!

Brunnhilde: Apologies. Had to break up another fraternal squabble. What are we watching?

You: Girls! You are in for a treat tonight! We're watching Sailor Moon.

Brunnhilde and Nat: Huh?

You: Just watch. I also brought a ton of booze and homemade treats!

Nat and Brunnhilde: Booze!

You: Alright! Let's go.

#mcu au #marvel mcu #mcu girl's night #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #brunnhilde #valkyrie mcu #sharon carter #mcu girls #girl's night #mcu drabble #marvel drabble #avengers #avengers drabble #she hulk #women of marvel #plus-sized reader #black!reader #natasha romanoff

[elixirfromthestars]

Fieldwork

Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader 

Summary: You end up getting hurt while out in the field questioning a suspect. Thankfully, Detective Barnes is there to help. 

Word Count: ~600

Warning(s): crime show level of violence / gun violence / mentions of a near-death experience / injuries + including mild description of injuries / blood / hurt+comfort 

Prompt: patching up a wound + at a crime scene

a/n: This is a submission for @real-jane​ ‘s healing hands writing challenge! Congratulations on the milestone! 🥳 This drabble was inspired by the previous fic I wrote Conflict of Interest , this is placed around a year or so before the events of that fic happen. However, this is a stand-alone drabble, so you don’t need to read the mentioned fic to understand anything, but if you liked the dynamic here, I recommend reading it! 🥰 Thank you for reading! ❤️

     “ Watch your step.” Detective Barnes had an arm wrapped around your waist, helping you maneuver through a crowd of officers. You were heading over to the back of an ambulance, a bit too shaken to walk on your own. As soon as you sat on the edge of it, his hands inspected the wound on your right shoulder. You held in any protests as the burning sensation worsened.

     “ So much for my favorite coat.” You took it off, grumbling at the sight of the tear in it. 

     “ That’s what you’re worried about?” There was a smile of disbelief on his face.

     The blouse you were wearing was expectedly torn as well. He sent you a sympathetic look when he cut through it to get to your wound. You couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped when you laid eyes on it. You finally realized why it felt like it was on fire. A bullet grazed your shoulder, removing a bit of the top layer of skin. The shades of red and pink across the wound assured you it would leave a scar.

     “ I promise it looks worse than it actually is,” he held your arm up gently,” This might hurt a little, so hold onto me if you’d like,” his tone was so sincere it surprised you. You hadn’t known him for long, so you hesitated to accept the comfort you needed. Nevertheless, you appreciated the gesture. 

     He cleaned your wound meticulously, his eyes narrowing in concentration. You bit the inside of your cheek, stopping yourself from wincing. The sudden closeness had you fiddling with the loose threads of your coat that laid across your lap. Your eyes wandered over to his hands that were wrapping a bandage around your arm. This brought your attention to a cut on his index finger. You looked over at the medical kit beside you, searching for a bandaid.

     Without thinking, you took a hold of his right hand and placed it on your lap, wiping the blood around his cut with a small gauze pad. You felt his gaze on you as you wrapped the bandaid around his finger. 

     “ You know I was the one patching you up, right?”

     “ Is that your way of thanking me, detective?”

     A soft chuckle escaped his lips,“ Thank you,” he paused, his smile fading,” I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you come. You got hurt because of me.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, putting the medical supplies back in their case. You placed your hand on his wrist, grabbing his attention.

     “ You’re not putting this on yourself. The suspect said he would have legal representation present, so I chose to come. If it weren’t for you, I might not be here right now. So please don’t apologize for saving my life.” You recalled the way the suspect drew his gun to shoot you, a memory you knew would haunt you for a while. If it weren’t for Detective Barnes reacting quickly, pulling you towards him and out of the line of fire, the bullet would’ve done more than just graze you. 

     “ I know, but I should’ve checked for any weapons in the househ-” You cut him off with a stern look, reminding him of who he was trying to argue with. He let it go, realizing he was disputing with one of the best prosecutors in New York. 

     “ Although, maybe you could do me a little favor and let Prosecutor Romanoff know what happened here today,” you requested with a playful tone. He blew out a breath, shaking his head, an amused expression overtaking his features. “ No way. She’s your best friend, she’ll go easy on you when you tell her. She’ll kill me once you do.” You shared a laugh at that, the mood becoming lighter. 

     He finished patching up your wound, the pain diminishing slightly. He held out his hand, helping you off of the ambulance,“ Now, how about I go arrest the bastard so you can take him to court?” You smirked,“ I like the sound of that.” 

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[domesticloki]

DomesticLoki Masterlist

This sideblog is dedicated to short stories of Loki x fem!reader. I try to write as inclusively as possible, with little to no description on reader. I welcome any comments regarding this, as I do wish to improve! 

And always always send me your requests and your comments, I love to hear it and I love your input!

I write out of order, but try to order them chronologically in this masterlist. 

After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.

Domestic Loki:

These are short stories from your and Loki’s suburban life.

Flufftober day 1: Wearing each other’s clothes  *new* *fluff*

Flufftober day 2: “You’ve told your brother?” *new* *fluff*

A manic Monday morning *fluff*

Afternoon delight *smut*

Thirsty Thursday *smut*

Finally Friday part one *fluff*

Finally Friday part two *smut*

Memories:

These are memories of your loves first steps, back when it was just you and Loki.

A memory: How it all began *fluff*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part one *smut*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part two *smut*

A memory: A confession one Sunday morning  *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part one of three  *smuff*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part two of three *new* *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part three of three *new* *smut*

Flufftober day 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning person?” *new* *fluff*

A memory: Screentime *new* *smut*

Entering Parenthood

These are the memories from after your first son was born.

Flufftober day 3: Thick as thieves *new* *fluff*

Late night shorts:

This is madness.

What was that? *smut*

Flufftober 4: Supporting silly hobbies *fluff*

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Be kind, rewind. I write to be read, I adore you when you like, I live for your comments and rebloggers - you get my eternal love. <3

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