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“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”
— Unknown
I love daydreaming and not having to participate in life
#Mr. Cape is an icon
Thank you Marvel.
Moments (Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader)
Pairings: Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader
Summary: There’s always been an unwritten rule in your relationship: Marc cuddles you, you cuddle Steven. But they’ve been talking, and maybe it’s time for that rule to change. Moments of softness between you, Marc, and Steven. ~1,500 words
Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, general softness, not edited, not my GIF
A/N: I did my DID research, but I absolutely might have gotten something wrong. I’m working with the same creative ideas (e.g. reflections) that the show has given us. Please let me know if there is something I need to change in my representation of DID.
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You’re wrapped up in Marc’s arms the way you always are. He’s half-sitting half-laying in bed in nothing more than a pair of sweats while you are curled against his side, head on his shoulder, a leg tossed over his, an arm around his waist. His hand is just above your knee as his thumb draws small circles on the bare skin of your leg. With his other hand, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as he watches some show or another on the TV. Your eyes are shut, not watching with him, not even listening really, just enjoying his warmth, the rhythm of his breath under you, this rare moment of peace when he isn’t off fighting crime in a white suit.
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Hi, unfortunately I somehow can't sleep. Rewatching a show, weight lifting, and listen to some music doesn't make me sleepy. Not a bit. Its 4:49 in the morning. Any suggestions?
Drink warm milk, then go lie down, focus on your breathing, and try not to worry about not being able to sleep. It’s ok.
I need boy advice help!
kill him
I think John's room would be a LOT bigger! 😂
I would have liked to see this in the movie😂
#meet my friend.
I will never be able to settle for an MCU movie and less stylish than MoM
"layla turned you down, didn't she?"
lmaooo even marc knew khonshu had no chance with layla
midnight miseries, muttered comforts
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Plagued by nightmares, you seem to be the only thing keeping Stephen tethered to reality.
Word Count: 920
Warnings: nightmares, hurt/comfort
a/n: the trailer really drove me to write for strange huh
It was some time close to four when you woke. The duvet had been inconveniently pulled from your body, leaving you exposed to the freezing air of the morning. As you blindly reached out in hopes of retrieving the blanket, and therefore some semblance of warmth, you felt the mattress shift beneath you.
“Stephen,” you whined. “Baby, it's too early for this.”
You'd grown used to him working late into the night, staying up to shift through books or study new spells and incantations. It was an integral part of who he was; despite being one of the smartest people you knew he always needed to know more.
You had tried to force him into something that resembled a healthy sleep schedule but given that your partner was as stubborn as an overconfident bull there was little you could do to intervene with his late-night, (or rather, early morning) work sessions.
With an irritated and tired sigh, you begrudgingly turned over with all the displeasure of someone who really wasn't thrilled to be awake before the sun was up.
However, the frustration that had already begun to forge the words on your tongue dissolved due to the sight you were met with.
Stephen's breathing was erratic, his skin pale and damp with sweat. His lips were slightly parted and each sound that passed them was pained and whimpered.
“Darling, wake up,” you tried. “You're dreaming.”
Although his brows were creased, the remainder of his features were surprisingly calm, as if he were attempting to maintain composure to make sense of what he was seeing unfold in his mind.
“Stephen–” Your hand met his cheek and the levee in his mind seemed to give way. He hissed as he began to convulse against the mattress. The soft linen sheets had snared around his body and his subconscious mind grew panicked as he failed to kick them off.
“Hey, hey shh, it's okay.” Your hands gently found his shoulders. “It's okay.”
He shot up with such sudden force you saw his muscles twist painfully beneath his skin. His breathing was as desperate as a man drowned and his eyes were wide. Your hand brushed delicately over the nape of his neck and promises that he was safe fell past your lips in hushed whispers. Slowly, he came back to you.
He swallowed harshly, his palms rubbing harshly at his eyes.
“It wasn't real,” you promised.
“But what if it was.” His voice was tight, pulled taut over each word.
“Then you don't have to concern yourself with it, not now.” You tried to comfort him, to soothe him with gentle words of solace. But genuine fear still clouded the blue of his eyes and his hands shook more violently than usual.
You drew them to you carefully, deftly tracing the coarse red lines and his scarred skin. With the slightest hint of applied pressure, you could feel the metal rods and bolts hidden beneath his flesh, each working to hold his bones together. Stephen sighed, the sound falling somewhere between calmed and defeated.
“You carry so much on your shoulders, Stephen, but not everything has to be a warning of our impending doom.” You kissed each of his knuckles. “Even you are allowed to have nightmares.”
He swallowed again and you frowned, seeing just how hard he was trying to hide the true extent of his fears. He carried the weight of the world, shouldering the responsibility of protecting reality and all those within. And never once did he complain. But you could see it, on nights like this more than any. You could see just how much all that responsibility bore down on him, how the pressure ground against his mind and wore him down; it left his eyes tired and dull.
You released his hands in favour of timidly brushing the stray strands of hair from his brow. “You're also allowed to not be okay.”
He wanted so desperately to lie, to tell you he was alright and you needn't worry. He didn't want to burden you with things he didn't yet understand and therefore couldn't protect you from. But your tone was so tender and filled with warmth he knew the softening of his expression had given him away before he so much as opened his mouth.
“Could you– could we just...” He trailed off, eyes growing misty. Knowing well enough what was being asked of you, you shifted closer to him.
He fell into your arms, the weight he'd been carrying finally giving way as he crumbled against you. You lay back on the mattress and his body was a welcome weight against you. His head fell against your shoulder and the combined efforts of his stubble and warm breath against your neck sent a shiver down your spine.
You toyed with the silver strands of his hair, delicately brushing your fingers down his neck and along his back. His breathing remained shaken, a low rattle that barely escaped past his lips. He still sounded so weak you were almost certain he'd break. However, with each gradual stroke of your hand against him, his breathing grew steady.
The sun had already clambered back into the sky, and its soft light filled the room. You couldn't tell how long it had been since you'd woke, yet neither of you paid it any heed. Stephen allowed his mind to fall silent and he fell asleep with the sound of your heart beating steadily against his ear, keeping him tethered to what was real.
*takes you on a museum date and proceeds to explain the most disgusting and bizarre facts to you with unveiled excitement*
i, too, would like to be loved by a stephen strange in every universe.
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!"
mcu brought the definition of self-care into a whole new level and i appreciate that 💖
““Can I see you again” is such a sweet thing to say.”
— Unknown
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
— Unknown
“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
““Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.””
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me to myself: relax
also me to myself: i cannot
can i just say how a lot of ppl are down baaad for jake lockley even tho this man only had like a minute of screen time throughout the whole show ???
because same /:
whenever the sun hits your face thats apollo giving you lots of kisses
Thinking about the symbolism of the water in Moon Knight today. Marc's little brother died in the cave because he drowned - so he died in water. When Marc gets shot by Harrow he falls (and subsequently dies) in water. When Marc and Steven come back to life they are shown to climb out of that water as they are "reborn" and begin life as two halves of a whole instead of two people competing for one body. They are quite literally leaving Marc's trauma behind in the water.
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE MORE
Guys fuck math let's discuss moon knight