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faerieroyal · 1 month
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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. )
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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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struggling-lexington · 3 months
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Guess the Word
The premise of this drabble stems from a game my sisters and I would play. We'd write words on each other's back and guess what sentence/word we made. I tried to write this imagine as platonic, but it could be romantic as well! It's up to interpretation. Still, we should normalize saying I love you outside of romantic relationships. Please let me know your thoughts!
“What odd Midgardian game do you have now?” asked Loki with a sigh.
You snorted. “It doesn’t involve cards if it’s any consolation.” Loki rolled their green eyes.
“Thank you for sparing me from that number related game,” said Loki dryly.
“Loki, it’s Uno,” you corrected.
The god sent you an exasperated glare. They were about to rise from the couch, presumably to leave the room entirely. You quickly accompanied them on the couch, resting your hand on their shoulder.
“This isn’t as intense as Uno, I promise.”
Loki's brow knitted with suspicion before they readjusted their position on the furniture. You internally sighed with relief. “To start, I need you to face away from me. I write letters on your back and you guess what word or sentence I’m forming," you instructed.
“If you write something vulgar, I’ll quit indulging your childish games,” they warned. 
You waved your hand dismissively. “Alright, I’ll let up.” They eyed you for a moment before turning their head away from you.
You began with the first word.
“I,” guessed Loki.
You hummed in agreement, moving on with your sentence. You paused after you finished the second word.
“Love,” said the god slowly.
You made a noise of affirmation. You finished your last word with a grin.
“You…”
You pull back from them, cheering to yourself. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you inquire gently.
Loki shook their head, their locks of raven hair hiding their face. They swiveled around, their feet planted on the floor. The god took a moment to catch their breath.
“You Midgardians have peculiar ways to express love…” murmured Loki.
You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of blush creep on their pale skin.
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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
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“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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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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vampieteeth · 1 year
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please. shuri fics? more please? those are keeping me going🧎‍♀️ smut of fluff? doesnt matter i just need it🙏 thansk so much in adavemce
thank you so much for requesting shuri fics im actually in love with her and my obsession needs to go somewhere.
pairing: shuri x fem! reader
contains: established relationships, tooth-rotting fluff
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Shuri has eyes like the sunset. Dark and sweet and wistful. When she looks at you, there is no other beauty that can compare.
“You’re staring.” There is a lilt to her voice like sweet petals on water, joyful and teasing. She’s reading something very intently— a monolith of papers that look ominously official— and you can tell by the crease that forms like a smooth cut of lightening between her brows that she is weary with tire. Vaguely, you think that you would like to run your thumb against it to flatten it out.
Ease her worries, just a little.
“I am not.” You’re supposed to be working, too. Though, it’s a kindness for yourself to let your mind wander towards better things, and if that happens to be your girlfriend, then, so be it.
Shuri glances at you over the mountain of work she’s currently wading through. Her eyes shine like sapphires, like opal and sugar and stars. “You’re a terrible liar,” her voice is sweet, too. You think she must be made of honey and silk. “C’mere, then, if you want to look.”
She settles the files on her desk and opens her arms as silent invitation. So you go because she calls you, just like you always do. Her hand curls against the back of your thigh— with her seated, you have the advantage of height. It’s nice. She smiles up at you.
“You work too much.”
You let your fingers curl around her neck, and she leans into your touch because she loves you, and it makes you feel endlessly warm.
“So I’ll take a break,” Shuri smooths a thumb against the bracket of your hip, like she’s trying to memorise the feeling. “Did I tell you that you look pretty today?”
“You did.”
“Then I’ll tell you again.”
Underneath the lights of her lab, you remember how her eyes are like the galaxy, deep and complex and gentle; full of wonder. They look at you like you are the only thing worth seeing. You have never known anyone more lovely.
You feel soft at the epicentre. “I like you so much.”
There is something easy about being in love with Shuri. Like you were made for it, like she is a sun and you are in her orbit. It’s the way she has a heart made for yours, how she grows toward you like you are wanted— because you are, always, with her.
“I like you so much too.”
Everything is perfect. The day is pink through the windows. You are loved.
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makkarisbelova · 5 months
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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.”
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elixirfromthestars · 2 years
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Together
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home. 
Word Count: ~700
Warning(s): anxious feelings / insecure feelings / overall very fluffy
a/n: So my amazingly talented friend @peteyprecious616​ wrote some cute pregnant! reader x Bruce Wayne fics (which you should totally go read! 💖) And it got me thinking about Bucky as a dad and well that’s how this little drabble was born 🥺 Thank you for reading! ❤️
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     The baby bottle slipped from your hand and rolled across the nursery. You whined as your month old baby continued to cry its heart out. If the crying wasn’t your breaking point—the spilled milk was. 
     “ Sweetie, what do you want? Why can’t you stop crying?” You rubbed her back to soothe her, feeling a few frustrated tears fall down your face. You never had to take care of anyone else before, and now you had a whole little human depending on you. You thought you could do it, Bucky assured you over and over that you would be great at this. 
     You didn’t feel so great right now.
     You planted a kiss on her forehead, slowly rocking her back and forth in your arms. She woke up over an hour ago and ever since she had not stopped crying. You tried everything in the book, but nothing worked. It physically killed you to hear her in constant distress—it made you feel like a horrible mother. 
     “ Sweetheart, I’m home!” You heard Bucky call out from the front door, his presence instantly taking some of your anxiety away. You looked over at the heart shaped clock on the nursery wall, he was home early. 
     You walked over to where he was, still rocking your baby in your arms. Bucky met you halfway, scurrying as soon as he heard the cries. When your eyes met, his smile fell,“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He asked, concerned. He pulled you in by the waist, holding you close, looking over you and the baby.
     ” I can’t get Rebecca to stop crying. I’ve tried everything. She refuses to eat, she won’t go to sleep, I don’t know what to do. I’m such a bad mother. I can’t even comfort my own baby,” you rambled on, the tears overflowing. Bucky kissed the top of your head, holding the sides of your face gently to console you. He used his thumbs to wipe away your tears,“ You are not a bad mother, I know you love this baby so much. Look at how worried you are about her, sweetheart. We’ll figure out what's going on, together.” Bucky held out his arms and you handed him Rebecca. He carried her on his metal arm, and used his other to interlock his hand with yours. You leaned into his shoulder and he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
     Not even a minute went by, and like magic, she stopped crying. You pulled away and looked over at Bucky in disbelief,” How did you do that?! Are you secretly a wizard or something?” He gave you a side look reminding you of his whole “wizard’s aren’t real” discourse. You gave him an appreciative kiss on the cheek and he let it go. 
     “ No, it just looks like she missed me,” the loving look he gave her made your heart soar. “ She’s not the only one. I was happily surprised when you came home three hours early,” you told him, reaching up to hold Rebecca’s hand. Bucky laughed,” You should’ve seen the way Sam was acting. He was rushing through everything begging me to go home early. Oh, and he invited us over for dinner this weekend. Sarah and the kids are coming to visit and they want to meet the baby.” You laughed along with him, making a mental note to thank Sam later. 
     “ I got an idea,” Bucky let go of your hand to take off his jacket, switching Rebecca from one arm to the other. He rested her against his chest, and you realized what he was doing. You untucked the floral blanket from around her tiny body and folded it, leaving it on top of her dresser. You then helped Bucky wrap his jacket around Rebecca. As soon as she closed her eyes, Bucky laid her down in her crib and turned on the Avengers mobile Tony gifted her, a soft melody filled the room. 
     “ She’ll hopefully stay asleep for a couple hours,” he said, hugging you from behind and resting his head on top of yours. You leaned into him,” You’re so good with her. You’re a natural.” You felt Bucky shake his head,” I’m learning, just like you. This parenting thing isn’t easy, but it's you and me. There’s nothing we can’t do together.” You turned around and pulled him in for a kiss, which he returned enthusiastically. You knew everything was going to be okay because you had each other. 
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awesomerextyphoon · 7 months
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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.
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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!
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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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captainofmischief · 2 years
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omg can you do a drabble showing how Steven would confess his love to the reader on a date? xoxo
Confession
Steven Grant x Reader (fluff)
He’s staring at you again, and his pink lips curve upward in a soft smile as you twist your head to the side and catch him.
“What is it, Steven?” you press, always curious to know what’s going through that bloody chaotic mind of his.
“What? Oh- no, nothing. I just-” with a nervous expulsion of breath, you can visibly see the man force his guard down momentarily. “You look very pretty in the moonlight,” he admits with childlike wonder, and you watch as his wide eyes scan over your face, admiring the play of light and shadow on your skin.
Steven’s appreciation of the little things in life always warms your heart, but in this case, you suspect something deeper is brewing beneath the innocent admission.
Turning to face him, you decide to press your luck. “Only in the moonlight?” you query, bringing the two of you face to face beneath the stars.
Steven promptly shakes his head in objection. “Oh no- I didn’t mean it like that! You always look beautiful.” The words seem to fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, and this time it’s you who’s left speechless; not at the compliment, but under his captive, adoring gaze. All your life you’ve waited for someone to look at you the way Steven Grant is looking at you now.
A slight blush of realization creeps into your cheeks and suddenly you’re thankful for the guise of darkness. “You think so?” you muster breathlessly in an effort to fill the silence.
Your hands come to rest on his chest and Steven’s eyes flit down to your lips as you speak. “I think-” his throat bobs visibly. “I think I’m in love with you,” he confesses with a nervous chuckle. His expression lightens suddenly as if a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders and Steven slowly reaches up to caress your cheek with his thumb.
You lean forward, breathing his name into the space between you as your lips finally meet.
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isabelldrabbles · 1 year
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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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struggling-lexington · 3 months
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New York Air
Who’s the guy Loki is talking to?" asked Thor.
You blinked at the blonde in confusion. He took a seat beside you on the barstool. Several feet away, you saw a man conversing with Loki. You didn’t like how close he had gotten to them or the flirty grin on his face.
“What?” you hissed. Thor took a sip of his mead with a shrug. “Perhaps he is affiliated with Tony. This is his party, after all.”
You abruptly rose to your feet. You grabbed the drink on the table, downing it in one gulp. You marched towards Loki, feeling Thor’s gaze as you approached the pair.
“Oh, hello,” greeted Loki.
You smiled thinly before you roped your arm around their elbow. “Hey Loki. Who is this?”
The man looked wildly between the both of you. “He works under one of Stark’s employers,” explained the God.
You hummed, eyeing him up. The man took a step back, sweat beading down his forehead. “You must be special if you caught Loki’s attention,” you commented.
He nodded awkwardly. “Well, it was nice to meet you both. I must go...” his voice trailed off.
You waved him away as he scurried off. You pulled away from Loki, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. You rubbed the nape of your neck.
“I’m sorry, Loki— I… I need to use the bathroom.”
You made a beeline out of the gala, pushing open the doors. You felt the musty New York air hit your face. You sunk under a nearby tree, trying to calm your uneven breath.
An unknown amount of time passed before you heard shuffling. You quickly lifted your head, revealing Loki. They took a seat beside you.
“No one has done what you did for me in there,” admitted Loki.
You pressed your lips together, averting your gaze from them. “It wasn’t my place to do that. I know you can handle yourself.”
Loki’s face twitched in confusion. “I suppose you’re right, but I think what you did was honorable,” they replied.
You felt blush creep on your cheeks. “I think you would have done the same for me if the roles were reversed.”
The God hummed, a layer of thin redness on their face. You watched Loki rise to their feet. They extended their hand towards you.
“I cannot handle the polluted air in New York anymore. Would you like to spend the rest of the night elsewhere?” inquired Loki.
You took their outstretched hand. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
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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)
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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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luringfantasy · 9 months
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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.
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What should happen next? Should we give up?
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wheredafandomat · 2 years
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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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vampieteeth · 1 year
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shuri kisses the space between your brows whenever she notices you’re stressed, just to lessen the burden of whatever you’re feeling, for the moment. she will take your face in her hands like you are delicate to hold, smoothing her thumbs along the curves of your cheekbones. in these moments, it isn’t required for either of you to talk, but if she does, it is quiet and tender, words that sparkle with the love she stitches along the seams of her heart. and she’ll say, “i love you baby,” with all the sincerity she can muster, and the words will sound like honey and birdsong and flowers in spring.
it’s impossible not to melt into her golden touch. when her lips meet your skin they are soft, and they are kind. the kiss will linger, until you step up onto your toes to meet her, just to see her eyes; the way they sparkle. within them you will see affection, endless and deep and lovely, all for you. she’ll smile, and it will be as pretty as the rest of her, and when you lean in, she’ll take a handful of your waist and kiss your mouth with all the care in the world.
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elixirfromthestars · 9 months
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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!! 🥰
birthday bingo masterlist 🩵
BIRTHDAY BINGO REQUESTS CLOSED 🥳💙
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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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