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My preferred way of falling asleep is reading fanfiction till first morning light when my eyes give out and my brain stops understanding words

ya'll ever see a fanfic synopsis so fucked up you experience the five stages of grief simultaneously and briefly lose the ability to see colour

if hopeless romance, fantasy, a cottage with garden, museum of art and colour palette would be a person, it’d be me.

Girls just wanna

❎ have fun

✅ fulfill witches' prophecy and become king

the feminine urge to annotate everything that i read and the perfectionist urge of not doing so in order not to ruin it

well i guess it’s just me and my overwhelming attraction to fictional women with swords against the world i guess :/

maddie’s 1k follower celebration: requested by @buckysbarnes 🤍 🍓 AN ACTOR/ACTRESS FROM ANY MOVIE/TV SHOW ✨

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. anthony & joe russo

Bucky has a nightmare and wants cuddles with reader 🥺

The Wrong I Did

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and needs you for comfort.

Warnings: Bucky has a nightmare so minor angst, Bucky needs cuddles and of course you’re there for him

Author’s Notes: Thank you so much for sending me this request! I really hope you like it! ❤️ Thank you to my wonderful friend @becca-e-barnes for the supportive words and encouragement to post my stuff once again because your enthusiasm makes me so happy and excited to even do this!!!!🥺

Word count: 1,270

Bucky was gasping for air when his nightmare jolted him awake in the middle of the night. The sweat that was gathered on his forehead steadily dripped down his face and into the sheets that were bunched around his waist. It’s the same nightmare every night, it plagues his mind every time he closes his eyes and tries to find rest.

For a long time, Bucky had nobody to talk to through the night. Before you and him became friends, he would sit in his armchair and read a book, just to use something as a distraction. It was always the same until one night when he stumbled into the kitchen anxiously and saw you on one of the footstools sipping some tea. You offered to make some for him, he accepted and you’ve been there for him ever since.

Bucky just didn’t like coming to you and ruining your good night sleep though. You shouldn’t have to stay up late just because he needs you, though you disagreed strongly with him about that and told Friday to wake you if any distress sounds were coming from his room.

Friday kept her promise, alerting you that Bucky was awake and his breathing was worrying. You wasted no time getting out of bed and heading towards his room in the dark, knowing the journey by heart. You spend so much time in his room you often joke about just moving in with him, something he laughs off but has considered. There was something about you that was an instant calm for him, you kept him grounded and here. Something not even Steve could do.

You didn’t knock when you got to his room, knowing it would be unlocked just in case you needed him too. You never told him, but you always needed him. Bucky became that friend that you needed to be around 24/7, you needed his company, his cuddles, his forehead kisses. He loved to shower you in compliments and make you feel special, and with him you always felt special.

“Bucky?” Your voice was above a whisper as you entered his room, the curtains were opened and Bucky was slouched on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. From the moonlight that poured in, you could see his back was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his sheets were twisted and torn all over the place. He had clearly been suffering here alone for quite a few hours.

“Hey Buck.” You said again, keeping your footsteps quiet as you joined him on the edge of the bed. The closer you got to him, the more clearly you could hear his whimpers and sobs. It broke your heart because all you wanted to do was fix him, and allow him one night to sleep without the nightmares invading his mind.

Gently putting your hand on his back, you started to rub in a soothing manner. You shushed him and told him everything was going to be okay, you were here and he’s safe.

After what felt like hours, he finally took some deep breaths. Wiping his eyes with his palms and wiping the excess tears and sweat into his pyjama bottoms. He turned to look at you, an embarrassed smile on his face as he sighed.

“I’m sorry Friday woke you.” He said, his voice croaky from crying and tiredness. You clicked your tongue, still rubbing his back.

“I’m not sorry. I’d rather be here with you always so you’re not alone.”

“I know doll, I just didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve done that enough this week.” He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“I don’t care about sleep, Buck. I care about you and I care about your well-being. Listen, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll change the sheets?” You offered, taking his hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze to let him know you didn’t mind and you didn’t, Bucky needed you and you had no intentions on leaving him.

“Will–will you still be here? I kind of want to cuddle if–if you’re comfortable.”He asked nervously, dreading spending a few more hours alone and having more nightmares coming back for him.

“Of course! Hey, I don’t plan on leaving you. I’ll just change the sheets and I’ll stay for as long as you need. I don’t know if I snore, that’s the only thing.” That made him chuckle lightly, pride and joy beaming within you that you managed to make him smile. Bucky shook his head and bit his lip.

“Alright. But if you’re gone when I get back I’m coming to your room and dragging you back here.” He teases, grateful that the tension in the room was slowly but surely disappearing.

As you promised, you were still in the room when he emerged from his bathroom in a shirt and clean boxers. Clean bedding was neatly made on the bed and the curtains had been closed again.

“You stayed.” He said, almost in a whimper. Droplets of water dripped from the strands of his hair onto his broad shoulders. You patted his usual side of the bed and pulled the duvet covers back for him to get under. He sighed as the clean sheets felt fresh against his sweat-free and clean body. You waited for him to lay on his back and get comfortable before snuggling in and resting your head on his shoulder, your arm over his stomach.

“I don’t know who made you a promise that they would stay and didn’t, but I promise I’ll never leave you need me.” You whispered in the dark, your fingers circling on his stomach over his shirt.

“What if I always need you?” You almost missed the words he said them so quietly, you were sure he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

“Then I’ll always stay.”

—

Bucky didn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. But he woke up the next morning with your legs tangled up and your face buried in his neck. The sunlight was just barely peeping through the joining of the curtains. He turned to check the time, surprised it read 8:00am. He would usually stay awake through the night after a particularly bad nightmare like last night. With your body so close to him, sleep found him quickly and it was as if you were holding some kind of protection because he dreamed only of good things. His nightmare didn’t return like he had suspected it might. He was embarrassed enough when he cried in front of you last night.

You stirred awake, sighing into his neck and stretching your limbs.

“Good mornin’.” You croaked with a smile, breathing in his wonderful and intoxicating scent.

“Good morning, doll. Did you sleep okay?” If you hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known.

“Oh I did! So, so good! How about you?”

“I slept incredibly well. I had a great dream.” He smiled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You pressed a gentle and light-feathered kiss on his chest. “I feel like you need to stay with me every night because it seems you might keep the nightmares away.” He chuckled lightly and sighing. His adam’s apple bobbing as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I told you before, if you wanna be roomies we can be!”

“I do want to be. Roomies I mean.” He kissed your forehead, and you snuggled in closer to him.

“Me too, I like your company.” You smiled. “Now come on, get up, I wanna get breakfast!”

Calm In The Storm ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ a/n: this is for the cuddling prompts! if there are any typos, i apologize! fast-typer over here 😂. if you want to request some, send me an ask! 😘

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: After a fight with your loved ones, you're out on the streets during a storm, searching for someone to run to. Thankfully, you know just who to go to.

➳ warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

➳ cuddle prompts: Person A shows up at person B's door, having been in a bad fight with a loved one, hoping to spend the night in person B's bed for some extra comfort -> requested by: @/midnight-ramblings

➳ || Loki Laufeyson masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for || cuddle prompts masterlist ||

Wiping away the tears that managed to spill down your cheeks, the sniffles not having subsided just yet.

You couldn’t stand confrontation, especially when it came to one of your loved ones. Voicing your opinion only pushed the matter to become worse, and the envelope ripped open to reveal anger, hurt, and demise. Words were exchanged and as someone who experienced bouts of anxiety; it was detrimental.

Having no real destination planned in mind, you found your way down the streets of New York, aimlessly searching. The rain was in a light drizzle, thunderstorm clouds gathering overhead for an enraged downpour. You just hoped you made it to wherever you were going without getting completely soaked.

Grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel your heart pounding violently in your chest. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands shook as you tried to work your way through breathing.

If you could just steady yourself long enough, you’d be okay. But when a loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, it made you yelp and begin racing faster down the length of the sidewalk.

Gazing to your left, the solid black front door caught your attention, the familiar home seeming too inviting.

Loki.

Cutting over the lawn and pressing your sneaker-covered feet on the steps to the small wrap-around porch, your eyes were met with the gold-embellished doorbell. Inhaling sharply, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky and pushed you onward to ringing the bell.

“Please wake up, please wake up…” You trailed softly under your breath, tears still bubbling in your eyes. You glanced up to the second floor to the flicker of light break through the curtains of the bedroom. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, it wasn’t long before the door was being pulled open.

“Darling?” Loki’s sultry voice called out to you. He saw the ends of your hair dripping with water and without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled you inside.

Closing the door, his blue orbs cast into yours and he quickly saw the look of fear present in your eyes. He was able to pick up on your moods with ease.

“What happened?” Loki questioned, already taking your hand and leading you up the staircase toward his bedroom. You remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

“It’s nothing…. It’s stupid, really. I got into a fight with one of my family members. It’s okay, we just exchanged words, but… You know how I am.” You said sheepishly, a few tears streaming down your face. Loki had led you into the comfort of his bedroom where he soon was helping you change out of your dampened clothes. As he pulled one of his larger shirts over your frame, a loud crash of thunder sounded, causing you to jump closer to his chest.

Loki wrapped his arms protectively around you. “It’s okay,” He said, planting his lips to your forehead. “But why were you out there tonight, Darling?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t bear to go home and be alone… I was hoping maybe I could stay here for the night.” You breathed out uneasily.

Loki’s eyes pooled into yours. “Love, my home is yours. Of course, you can stay here. I just want you to be okay and feel safe.” He whispered. He could feel your body shaking against his, seeing as your breaths came in labored pants. Quickly, he took your hands into his.

“Hey, look at me,” Loki softly spoke. Your eyes lifted to meet his and Loki held your gaze intensely. “Deep breaths, okay? You’re going to run yourself into another panic attack if you aren’t careful… Focus on me, Love. I’m right here.” He encouraged you to take big breaths. Soon, you were following his breathing pattern and a wave of calm slowly began to flood over you.

Loki led you beneath the blankets. He removed his shirt for the second time tonight and tossed it over the chair by his reading nook. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your temple and felt as you curled into him.

His grip on you relaxed as you rolled onto his chest. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, Loki began to draw circles into your back. You smiled gently, your lover nuzzling closer into you.

Pretty soon, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Loki’s arms were secured around you as he planted one more gentle kiss to the top of your head, whispering a sweet ‘goodnight’ into your ear before turning off the light and giving in to his own rest.

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getting anonymous hate (“just checking in” emails) from jealous haters (my professors) because of my hot takes (incredibly overdue assignments)

in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.

Title : I’ll Always Want You

Pairing : Loki x Reader

Summary : Sigyn returned many many years later after Loki and her broke up. She is unconscious and Loki wants to put an end to this chapter with her and share how much he loves Y/N with her. What Loki didn’t realize was how long he had been spending at Sigyn’s bedside and how much he was hurting Y/N, his fiancé until she takes a life threatening mission.

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It's been months since Sigyn came back. She remained unconscious but Y/N's fiancé, Loki, would constantly come home in all hours of the night. She rarely saw Loki anymore let alone felt his arms around her in something as simple as a hug. Sigyn was Loki's first love and his first fiancé. But when she left him, Loki was devastated, Y/N was the one who brought him out of the darkness. So she decided to start bringing her brother, Heimdall, his meals every night so that way she wouldn't be alone. She had held off on taking missions for a while just to be present for Loki but that all changed recently. She decided to take a risk.

"You are going on this mission alone little sister?" Heimdall asked as she had brought food to him every evening during his watch. "I know it's hard between you and the prince but..."

"I need a break alright? He's either with her unconscious form or fighting with me. At this point, I would be fine if I never came back..." Before he could respond to his little sister she teleported away to Loki and her's chambers.

"And where exactly have you been?" Loki snarled. She jumped, she had grown used to having the place all to herself and Loki had grown used to her always being home when he arrived. When she made eye contact with Loki, he looked angry and hurt. She scoffed and went to their room to pack her things. Loki went wide eyed at the cold response. Y/N had always been kind and caring towards him, not once has she ever been cold to him, even when they were fighting. His eyes practically jumped out of his skull when she replied to him coldly.

"You don't see the irony in your statement, 'my dear fiancé'?" The sarcastic tone on the last part stung him. She was his dear fiancé. He loved her with everything he had. He had just been waiting to close on that miserable chapter that is Sigyn for years. How could she not be understanding of that? How could she keep fighting with him on this? And now she was leaving on a hugely dangerous mission alone? Where she could die? Over his dead body! He followed Y/N as their fight continued.

"What irony is there?! You know where I am at all times!" Loki shouted. "Unlike you, I never know where you go!"

"And whose fault is that?! And you're right, I do know where you are, with your unconscious ex-fiancé!" She was surprised that she had tears left at all. "So what do you care where I have been?! You haven't cared in months!" She threw her stuff haphazardly into a bag. Refusing to look at him because in her mind, he no longer deserved to see her cry. She no longer trusted him with her vulnerability.

"You know I'm waiting on closure! You accepted it at the beginning!"

"YEAH 6 FUCKING MONTHS AGO!" She roared. She closed her bag and flung it over her shoulder. He was frozen in their bedroom's door frame. Had it really been that long? Had he been really so blind? She laughed coldly when she saw his face. "What? Didn't realize how long it had been since you have really been home and spent time with me? Time must really fly with your oh so precious Sigyn!" Loki's face paled. He then quickly hardened his face and stalked over to her. She stood her ground.

"SHE IS NOT MINE!" Loki roared. "YOU ARE MINE AND I REFUSE TO LET YOU GO ON THIS MISSION!"

"AM I YOUR'S LOKI?! HOW AM I YOUR'S?! AM I YOUR TOY?! YOUR POSSESSION?! OR YOUR FUTURE WIFE?!" Loki just stared in her cold, angry eyes for a long time. He studied her face and he grew to hate himself more and more as he stared at her. She then teleported away to the barracks to get her weapons and to not hear what she deemed already to be a lie, leaving a completely stunned and heart broken Loki who was also enraged. Enraged that Y/N was willing to risk her life rather than spend a moment with him to talk it out. Enraged with himself for doing this to the only woman who stuck by him through it all and she was supportive of Loki with getting closure. But he didn't have to wait in Sigyn's room. He could have been home, enjoying the life he now had with Y/N. He teleported to the bifrost but Heimdall said he was too late. She had already left and he explained the events he had missed over the past 6 months.

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A couple days when by and Loki had not been to see Sigyn once. In fact, he never left their bedroom. Clinging to her pillow that still smelled like her. He messed up. When he first lifted the pillow he saw one of his favorite shirts and his heart shattered. The shirt was stained with tears. Her tears. How long had she been crying and Loki wasn’t here to comfort her? Loki now was wearing the shirt and crying himself to sleep, clinging to her pillow. He prayed to the Norns that she would return to him safely.

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"Damn it..." Y/N muttered as she stumbled into their chambers. She clung to her side that still has a giant tooth sticking out of it. She was bloody and scratched up but refused to go to the healers ward. The mission itself was successful, if not for the difficulties. "FUCK!" She shouted as she fell face first to the floor, knocking over a stand by the couch as she did so. She groaned in pain as she rolled over onto her back. Her blood staining her clothes and now for sure the carpet.

"Darling?!" Loki rushed out of the bedroom to see her on the ground, blood all over her. She looked at him wide eyed, she didn't expect him to be home. "No... no no no NO! Where are you hurt?! I’ll help you." Loki shouted quickly running to her as he grabbed her first aid kit. He saw the huge tooth in her side as he lifted her onto his lap.

"I'm fine... just let me..." She started as she reached for her kit and Loki moved it just out of her reach as he interrupted her.

"Absolutely not! I know you are a grand warrior who has stitched herself up thousands of times, but you need help this time!" Loki looked at her with tear filled eyes. Pleading with her to let him help her. "Please... I can't let you die..."

"Ok..." She let Loki take the tooth out and stitch her up. She didn't say a word. She was sitting up and leaning against the couch. Loki was beginning to clean her wounds as she stared blankly at the wall ahead of her. "Why are you thinner? Didn't you eat the food I left you?"

"I... I haven't left our bedroom..." Loki said as he looked up at her. She was so hurt by him and she still made sure he would have been taken care of.

"Except to see Sigyn right?" Her voice cracked as she asked. More tears escaped her eyes and Loki couldn't help but gently pull her to his lap. If she weren't so tired and sore, she would have fought back but she also missed him. Even if he was most likely about to break her heart more. "Loki I..."

"I never left the bedroom... not once... I didn't want to see anyone..." he held her protectively and she went wide eyed. She wasn't expecting that answer. "Darling... I'm so so so sorry... I... I have neglected you for so long and just expected you to be there to support me. I have hurt you in a way that I promised myself I wouldn't. And I..."

"What happens when she wakes up Loki?" Loki was stunned when she held up the surprisingly clean engagement ring. She had slipped it off, which she only did to do dishes, mop, or clean the ring itself. Loki could tell by its state that she cleaned it before she returned home and must have every night she was gone. "Are you going to want this back? Might as well just tell me now." Her voice was broken.

"How could I have let this go so far?" Loki waived his hand then scooped her up bridal style. He took her to their bathroom and helped her stand. With one arm around her waist, pulling her close, Loki slipped the ring back on her finger. "There is no one else in the nine realms that I want more than you. I promise that I will never want this ring back. I was being selfish all these months and I promise to make it up to you for the rest of my life." Her tears fell freely and as she cried Loki helped her gently undress and into the hot bath he used his magic to draw. She winced though the temperature was perfect, it was all her cuts that stung. Her eyes were still spilling tears as Loki gently took care of her wounds and the blood caked in her hair. She melted into his touch, wishing that he truly would choose her over Sigyn, the girl that left him.

"L-Loki?" He smiled sadly at her. Even though she was calling for him in such a broken state, hearing her call his name sounded so sweet. He grabbed a towel and helped her out of the tub, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. When he went to stand, she grabbed his hand and he bent back down to kiss her forehead.

"I'm just grabbing your night wear and your hair brush my love. I'm not going anywhere." She nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand. Even if his time with her was temporary, she wanted to cling to him while she had him. She didn't realize that Loki was being true. He had no feelings for Sigyn, he had feelings on how it was left. He didn't get closure because she ran away without so much as a word to him. Sure she left a note, telling him she no longer wanted to be with him but he needed to really close it on his end. He needed to tell her about the most amazing woman in the world and how Sigyn leaving brought her to him. But with that in his mind, he souly focused on that and in turn he had practically abandoned the love of his life. Leaving her in a touch starved state where she doubted her self worth and his love for her.

"Here Darling." Loki helped her get dressed, Y/N could do that much but the sentiment behind Loki's actions brought tears to her eyes again. Once dressed, Loki sat behind her and began to brush her hair. Gods she missed him so much and the weight of all the pain she was feeling was finally being lifted from her shoulders in tiny sobs that escaped her lips. She hated herself for crying so much, she tried so hard to not cry in front of him. "Oh Love..." Loki pulled her close to him after using his magic to change his blood stained shirt.

"I missed you..." She sniffled out. She buried her face into his chest and Loki felt his heart ache. He didn't realize how starved from her he truly was.

"I missed you too my love..." Loki began to cry himself. How could he be so stupid? Why did Sigyn matter at all? Why did he do this? He pulled her closer and feathered kisses all over the top of her head. She giggled a little and Loki's heart fluttered. "Oh it's been way too long since I have heard that sound." Loki gently placed her on her back and hovered over her. Feathering more kisses all over her face as she blushed brightly.

"H-Hey..." Loki stopped looking at her puzzled. "You keep missing..." She suddenly felt very shy like when they were first dating. Loki smirked knowing exactly what she wanted. He captured her lips slowly, savoring her taste. Y/N cried yet again as she wrapped her arms around Loki to pull him closer. It grew needier and their hands began to roam up each other. The kiss broke when Y/N winced. She pouted when Loki chuckled and left a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"When you are better Darling I promise to take excellent care of you."

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A couple weeks went by and Loki never left Y/N's side. Anywhere she went, he went. He saw what she had been up to for 6 months and he was shocked. She had kept up with Frigga's garden after she died last year and he absolutely had no idea that it was her. He thought maybe Frigga's servants were doing it but no, it was his fiancé. They then went to help train the royal guard. Of course Loki didn't allow her to do so but he followed her instructions to the letter. Then she told him she would take tiny missions but she went silent when he asked why the tiny ones. He felt it best to just drop it since he figured it was because she wanted to be back the same day in hopes to see him. And finally he went to take Heimdall's meal to him and gaze out at the universe.

"How long... does she stay out here?" Loki reluctantly asked Heimdall. He chuckled and sighed at the prince's question.

"She usually stays to talk to Mother and the Queen, asking for guidance on what to do and to avoid going home alone." Loki just stared at Y/N who clearly was enjoying the view. "I hope the troubles are over."

"They are. I promise." Heimdall was about to say something when a healer ran into the bifrost.

"My prince... she is awake and asking for you." Loki's eyes widen and Y/N's figure stiffens. She looks down at her ring and plays with it with her thumb.

"Darling I..."

"It's ok..." Y/N turns to him with a sad smile and tears brimming her eyes. "Go." Her tone was kind and heart breaking all at once. Loki rushed to Y/N and captured her lips with his.

"I promise you on my own life, I'm not leaving you. I won't leave you... In fact..." Loki pulled her close to him and teleported to Sigyn's room. Sigyn doesn't jump like Y/N does when Loki teleports in surprise. Immediately comparing herself, she bows her head down.

"It appears I am too late." Sigyn simply states. Loki turns around to face his ex.

"You came back because you were lonely. Your lover died so you quickly abandon your new home to come crawling back. You didn't think I would find someone else." Loki takes Y/N's hand and her eyes wide in shock. "This is the real love of my life. She has never once left my side and I have done more heinous things than when I was with you. She stood by me and catered to me. She isn't afraid to call me out on my crap. Y/N isn't just along for the ride to fill some void. She truly loves me and I truly love. So I demand that you leave us be."

"How can I argue with that when you haven't looked at me once since your arrival here." Y/N looks up at Sigyn in shock at her words then turns her attention to Loki, whose eyes were watching Y/N intently. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but Loki smiled at her silencing her immediately. He really was choosing her and not Sigyn. Tears fell from her eyes as she sniffled.

"Damn it... I keep crying..." Loki chuckled, kissing his fiancé's head.

"I told you that there truly is no one else? Do you believe me now?" She nodded as she sniffles.

"Not that I don't find this moment touching and not that I don't find it interesting to see a decorated warrior cry so much, but if you two could do this somewhere else?" Sigyn stated. Loki didn't respond to Sigyn, he just teleported the two of them to their chambers. Loki refused to let go of Y/N.

"Mine." Y/N giggled at Loki and nodded her head.

"Yes, yours." Y/N smiled up at him. "As long as you want me."

"I'll always want you."

wait are there really new people joining this site. i thought it was a hoax.

The petrichor (Loki x Female Reader)

Note : No summary, just a short little drabble I had to write because I was listening to on the nature of daylight by Max Richter. Beware this gets real sad real quick.

The moment he saw her, she was dancing in the rain with no care of the world, her feet splashed through the muddy pool of rainwater, the sound of her giggling echoed in his surroundings. The petrichor filled his senses and he could only associate that smell with her from that moment onwards. That's when he found her, that's when she found him.

...

"Marry me?" He turned his head towards her as they stargazed on a random summer night.

"Did you just ask me to marry you dove?" She giggled and interlinked her fingers with his.

"Yess ..marry me please"

And He did, because there's nothing else he had ever desired more than to be with her for the rest of their lives. It rained on their wedding day too, he always thought of it as a sign that it was meant to be. That she was meant to be his for life. The petrichor, he was engulfed by her. She was there.

....

"I miss you dove" Staying apart while he was on a mission were the hardest days to bear. He missed her, he missed her around him. Every piece of him craved her.

"I know sugar, is it raining there?" He closed his eyes and sighed. It was raining indeed.

"Get out of your room, smell the earth, and feel me, as long as it's raining around you, I'm always there with you I promise" He stood on his balcony and took a deep breath. The petrichor, and he felt her, She was there.

...

"I'm pregnant" she giggled as she passed him the stick, two pink lines. A baby girl arrived a few months later, he was blessed with a family of his own. He finally had it all. And it rained that night too. The petrichor. She was there, and she gave him more than he could have asked for.

...

"I'll call Bruce, I'll get in touch with the best oncologist there is in the world..I'll.. " He felt her tight embrace and that managed to cut him off mid sentence, she didn't let him finish, she couldn't, it was pointless. Every second mattered, she was here on borrowed time now.

"Lokiii noo ..it's okay..it's okay I'm here..I'm here..look at me..I'm here..with you baby''

It didn't rain that night. It was a sign, And he knew that he was going to lose her. Forever.

...

He placed the flowers on her grave, a year after she left him, the silent tears escaped his eyes, he was angry, so upset, how could she leave him like this.

"Whyyyy dove? Whyy would you do this ..I'm alone, all alone..all over again..why?" He collapsed on his knees, why would they take her away from him? How dare he get blessed with such a beautiful life and then have it all taken away in the same lifetime?

He felt the tiny little fingers of their daughter grabbing his large big ones. He wasn't alone anymore. He had a part of her.

Then it rained, the petrichor. He looked up at the sky, the memory of her dancing in the rain haunted his vision and he knew that she was there, everytime it would rain she'd be there.

“Fuck you, my child is perfectly fine!”

Me, not being able to live without daydreaming about my emotional support goth villain:

do you all ever miss one of your old daydreams and the characters that it had? it feels like a old movie or book that i once watched or read. Sometimes like friends that i used to hang out with.

I really miss one of my daydreams now and i wish i could watch it all over again. That was one of my favourite. I even have some of the dialogues written in my notes and a drawing.

maladaptive daydreaming DISORDER. It is a DISORDER. It is not all fun and games and genuinely fucks with our lives. I wish people would stop acting like it doesn’t and wishing that they had it.

Things only maladaptive daydreamers know

Spending literal days in certain situations in your own reality. Nights even.

Making faces and moving lips when imagining stuff, then realising and hoping no one saw it

Having heated arguments by yourself in your room.

Spicing up everything you do with your imagination. Learning? Your suddenly a professor and have to explain that stuff to your students. Cleaning? Your comfort character is watching you while you hum songs while doing it.

h o r n y

Either not being able to watch the show/movie your reality is based of without stopping every five minutes and acting out a scene or obsessively watching this and nothing else.

Trauma

Creating whole musicals and music videos to your favourite songs in your mind

Watching something from the show/movie your reality is based on and thinking "this is so wrong. This happend differently. I live here, I should know"

Either sleeping in with your comfort character next to you every night or just imagining scenes.

Sudden conversations that make no sense to anyone but you

Weird or really violent imagination (torture, being captured and abused ect.)

Not often dreaming about your own reality even though you practically live there every day (or is it just me?)

Googling "imaginary friends at age [...] normal?" in your teenage years

Thinking they be gone soon but here you are, maladaptivly daydreaming your problems away.

Improving your character and your story so often that it's now so detailed you could write literally about ten to twelve books about it. Fuck.

some places to start if you think you might be a maladaptive daydreamer

the maladaptive daydreaming proposed diagnostic criteria: https://href.li/?https://www.somer.co.il/images/MD/MD_diagnostic_criteria.pdf

link to the MDS (maladaptive daydreaming scale, a 16 part questionnaire to help determine if you could possibly have MaDD): https://href.li/?https://daydreamresearch.wixsite.com/md-research/measures

The International Consortium for Maladaptive Daydreaming Research: https://daydreamresearch.wixsite.com/md-research

Eli Somer’s (the psychologist who “discovered” MaDD) youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/SomerClinic 

Guide to Maladaptive Daydreaming: Overcoming Fantasy Addiction: https://maladaptivedaydreamingguide.wordpress.com/guide/

healthline article on maladaptive daydreaming: https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/maladaptive-daydreaming

maladaptive daydreaming is serious

it’s insane to me how most people don’t take maladaptive daydreaming seriously and just think it’s too much daydreaming. like… they can’t even imagine how weird it is to feel so connected to fake people and worlds to the point you don’t even care much about real life anymore, every waking moment of my life I’m in that world with those people, reality now feels strange and uncomfortable to me. I feel like a piece of meat carrying a consciousness floating in space, just strange. I’m never fully aware of the world around me either. living feels like a chore, but daydreaming makes me feel real and alive. like it’s my home and I  belong there. My parame’s age feels more real to me than my real one. I even mistake the two sometimes when speaking to myself.

I logically I know these people in my mind are not real, these worlds, but my brain, my subconscious doesn’t undestand, if they’re not real why do they make me feel alive, make me feel more emotions than the real world. it’s like I’m in a denial stage that never goes away. I can’t comprehend they’re not real. my brain doesn’t compute. 

my paras get me, they understand me more than anyone else and they’re more close to me than anyone else. I feel more close to them than my friends or family and that feels so pathetic to say. it almost feels like they have a mind of their own. it’s ruining my life but I can’t let it go because it’s most of my life, even my real memories feel distant and fake but my daydreams don’t. 

I feel so alone because most people don’t care and will never understand, even on social media madd is just romantisized and people spread misinformation. only here I feel heard. at least other disorders are taken seriously, and people know about them. all i could ask for is more understanding. I want people to actually research this thoroughly and figure out what the hell this really is. from what i know, madd is very similar to DP/DR.

When I'm not thinking about slow burn shit between characters that should be together, I'm thinking about the slow burn between my ideal version of myself and a character that deserved better

I believe in Dark World Loki

supremacy

Peter: It costs $200 to see a therapist, but it costs $0 to just tell yourself that this is the hurt before the comfort.

Peter: *throws up double peace signs*

could you write abt loki wanting cuddles and kisses from reader? just some clingy loki before bed

I absolutely can

I'm sorry its a little short but I tried

word count: 463

warnings: none 

it was date night and Loki's turn to pick the activity. he'd been clingy all day and you'd guessed that he'd pick a movie, which he of course did. you'd agreed on The Nightmare Before Christmas, it had been Loki's favorite since you introduced it to him mid November.

you'd decided on watching the movie in Starks personal theater, there was this one spot that Loki loved because he could lay on you but still see the tv and in usual Loki fashion once he had his hands on you, you were just stuck with him. if you got up, he got up, if you needed the bathroom he'd get up and stand just outside the door so he could wrap his arms around you the second he could.

he, himself wasn't sure why he needed you so much today but the second you stepped away he'd panic, he'd tried to just deal with it the night before but after about six hours of paranoia he gave up and crawled into your bed. you'd woken up with his arms around you and gone pretty much all day in the same type of situation, luckily it was a situation you loved.

once the two of you laid down and gotten comfy he'd started peppering kisses along your neck, yo knew he wasn't trying to seduce you with these kisses but that he just needed to feel you, he needed the reassurance that you were real and here and that you loved him. 

you gently moved his head away from your neck so you could talk to him, he had that lost puppy look in his eyes. “what’s wrong pretty boy?” he just whined in response so you let him put his head back on your chest. usually when he’s this clingy its after a nightmare or something but this has been all day and it was kind of concerning.

after a while of you rubbing his back and playing with his hair he finally spoke. “can I have a kiss?” somehow he always manages to melt your heart. in stead of speaking you just kissed him, soft, sweet and slow. he’d never been so sure in his life that you could fix everything, even if the world was crashing down and he felt like he was suffocating, you were always his safe haven. 

the two of you separated after the credits started and let whatever was next play. you’d agreed to just sleep where you were that night, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to convince Loki to let you go for long enough to get to your room.

the two of you fell asleep clinging to one another as if your lives depended on it, and to the two of you it did.

Subject File | LOKI LAUFEYSON

Lokitty ❤️😼

There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.

POV: Being in a relationship with Loki

1. Always calls you ‘darling’ or ‘my love’ or ‘my queen/king’ mostly pretty old fashioned nicknames, but he always adds the word ‘my’ with it.

2. Always smiles at you even at the most random times.

3. Would kiss you all the time.

4. Lots of hugs.

5. Would always be there to comfort you. Any kind of nightmare or when you have an anxiety attack he’s always there to help you calm down and relax.

6. Would teach you magic.

7. Lots of times it can get very kinky.

8. Would mostly wake up with him tracing his fingers over your skin.

9. He’s not the best with words but when he says the words ‘i love you’ you know it’s real, as he’s eyes says the most.

10. Would slow dance with you under the moonlight.

11. Training with each other daily.

12. Always loves snuggling with you. Now this is what he would hate to do with anyone else but cuddling with you always makes him feel warm and at home.

13. Teaming up together to prank others especially Thor a lot.

14. Always reads to you.

15. Would worry about your safety constantly and make sure your ok.

16. Would let you play with his hair. (secretly enjoys it)

17. Will get overly jealous if someone even glances at you.

18. Would always find a way to make you laugh.

19. Would only open up to you about his actual feelings, sometimes cries while burying his head at the crook of your neck. He would never share the things with anyone that he shared with you.

20. Tells you that he loves you at least once a day.

21. Fighting by each other’s sides.

22. Tear apart all the nine realms if you ever get lost.

23. Would sometimes sing to you in Asgardian.

24. If you ever have an argument he’s the one to always come and apologise first, saying how much he loves you and would do anything to prove it.

25. Would always try to back you up no matter how serious the situation.

26. Only kneels for you.

Havamal - Stanza 1

Stanza 1

Gáttir allar áðr gangi fram um skoðask skyli, um skyggnast skyli, því at óvíst er at vita hvar óvinir sitja á fleti fyrir

— Translations — Within the gates | ere a man shall go, (Full warily let him watch,) Full long let him look about him; For little he knows | where a foe may lurk, And sit in the seats within.

-Translated by Henry Adams Bellows

At every doorway, ere one enters, one should spy around, one should pry around, for uncertain is the witting, that there be no foeman sitting, within, before one on the floor.

-Translated by Olive Bray

At every doorway before you enter, you should look around, you should take a good look around — for you never know where your enemies might be seated within.

-Translated by Jackson Crawford

Regarding each opening, before proceeding, it pays to be cautiously hesitant; one can’t know for certain where possible assailants may be lurking in the rooms ahead.

-Translated by Douglas Dutton

Have thy eyes about thee When thou enterest Be wary alway Be watchful alway For one never knoweth When need will be To meet hidden foe in the hall

-Translated by Lee M. Hollander

All door-ways, before going further, should be looked to; for difficult it is to know where foes may sit within a dwelling

-Translated by Benjamin Thorpe