WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE MORE

I think John's room would be a LOT bigger! 😂

#meet my friend.

Platonic stephen strange blurb? :)

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy this:) Sorry it took so long to write

Warning, English isn't my first language so mistakes have been made and I did not proof read this so please ignore all the mistakes:]

Requests are open!

You were reading at the Sanctum's library when Stephen came in. "Have you seen my cloak? I can't find it." Stephen asked. You looked up from your book while the cloak was lying on top of your legs. Before you could answer Stephen spotted his beloved cloak on your legs. "Seriously? I have been looking for you everywhere and you are here?" Stephen spoke to the cloak.

"What can I say Strange, it likes me more than you. I mean can you blame it? I am pretty awesome." You said with a small smile on your face. Stephen walked over and tried to lift the cloak from you, but before he could do that the cloak wrapped itself around your torso. It looked like cloak didn't want to leave with Stephen which is odd, it is his after all. "Oh c'mon, are you seriously trying to avoid this? You know you need to be cleaned. Even if you don't like it." He said with a sigh.

You got up from the sofa, set you book to the table near by and run out of the library. "Y/N! What are you doing I need to wash it!" Stephen yelled at you. "Don't worry little cloak I won't let him touch you." You said while running. Stephen stepped out of a portal in front of you and said "The cloak please." before you could answer the cloak of levitation lifted you from the floor and started to move you away from Stephen.

"OH C'MON!"

“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

Hello! Just a Steven for youu 😄

Just look at him.

Imagine him coming home from work, having spent the day being berated and bullied by his boss, (he always bites his tongue because he's just too much of a nice guy to retaliate.) He feels tired and worn down, like his sanity is only being held together by a thread.

But then he opens the door to his apartment and sees you and it's as if he's just witnessed the sunrise after an endless winter. The tension melts from his shoulders and he doesn't even bother kicking off his shoes or removing his jacket as he makes a beeline for the couch and joins you there.

You've grown accustomed to him being the small spoon and his body moulds perfectly against yours as if whoever was responsible for your existence had prior knowledge of your union and created you both accordingly.

He'd tell you about his day, speaking his words into your neck and adding that his work shift was only made survivable by the knowledge that afterwards he'd get to return to you. He'd probably apologize for being tired and not making much conversation because he's just that sweet.

Such pretty, strained whimpers would fall past his parted lips when your fingers work their way into his curls and he'd just fall apart beneath your hand, secure in the knowledge that you'll put him back together again when the time comes.

finding you was like coming home.

“I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.”

— Nicholas Sparks

meet me at midnight 🌌

*Thorin and Bilbo skipping stones on lake*

Bilbo: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Thorin, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

I'd like to apologise in advance for the person I will become when I see the moon knight finale