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melanthaeunomia · 1 day
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Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?
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uzuriartonline · 2 days
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“Omega-level threat detected.”
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ghostly-lee · 3 days
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I wanted to experiment a little with the light and took some sketch for it. Well, and the clouds too. Using references gives a lot but I don't always want to. I miss drawing the sky but I don't have any ideas for that for now.
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solidsmax · 2 days
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X-MEN 97' - 1.03 | Fire Made Flesh Madelyne Pryor
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ayo-edebiri · 2 days
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FLORENCE PUGH BTS of Thunderbolts
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missabnormal · 2 days
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When Storm inevitably comes back to the mansion:
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tomshiddles · 2 days
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Daredevil S02E05 Kinbaku
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counterspelling · 2 days
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Endless X-Men 97
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thinking about an older mommy wanda who takes advantage of helps you learn how to kiss... because she's just so desperate from all your innocent teasing...
"of course you can practice with me, darling. I'd be honored to... help you."
"no don't worry darling, it's normal to wrap my arms around your waist... my fingers are digging in? that's what it's supposed to feel like, sweetheart."
"oh you feel weird down there? its wet? that's completely normal, that just means that mommy has to help you out, okay?"
"good girl, let mommy mold you guide you..."
"doesn't that feel nice? now let me just... take over you keep practicing with you."
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fandomnerd9602 · 3 days
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Y/N answers a call from Wanda…
Y/N: hey Wanda, what’s up?
Wanda: nothing much. I just left Westview. Need to do some soul searching
Y/N: it’s so weird hearing from you. I had a dream about you last night.
Wanda: really? What?
Y/N: (laughs) well we were married and we had two sons. What were their names? Oh yeah. Billy and Tommy.
Wanda:
Y/N: Wanda?
Wanda: I’ll be right over.
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critter-of-habit · 22 hours
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Short hair Yelena short hair Yelena short hair Yelenaaaaaaa
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theavengers · 2 days
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@/marvelstudios: Florence Pugh is here to show you a few things she can't show you.  Marvel Studios’ Thunderbolts* is now in production.
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mndvx · 2 days
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X-MEN ‘97 — Fire Made Flesh (S01E03)
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undercovercannibal · 2 days
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X-Men '97 1x03 “Fire Made Flesh”
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lokihiddleston · 3 days
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LOKI'S HORNS costumes・suits ✦ request by anonymous
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marigoldenblooms · 2 days
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Drunken Confessions - Drabble
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff  x Agent!Reader
Prompt: You never called on her for anything, always staying at a distance from  Natasha. She was starting to think you hated her, that your lingering glances and continual avoidance was because you didn’t want to know her. That changes when you call her drunk off your ass at 1 am. 
MINORS DNI - 18+
Tags: Drunkenness, slight drunken confessions, mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.
A/N: Had this one in my word counter for a while, and thought I’d finish it up! Quick little doozy, wanted a break from all the smut totally wholesome drafts I have going (although none of my work is not 18+ even without smut content! Once again, Minors DNI!) Biker women own my heart (I’d love to do a proper Biker!AU if anyone’s got any ideas!) Asks/requests are open! Director!N x Actor!R x Actor!W is coming soon... >:))
Word Count: 777 - Read Length: 2 minutes, 50 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!
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It had been a while since you’d been out drinking, and even longer since you asked for Natasha’s help. You were acquaintances, perhaps even coworkers, but she thought it stopped there. You always avoided her- you were a beautiful stranger, lost in the night. And even still, when she heard her phone buzz with your ringtone this late, she picked up without a second thought.
“Agent?” She’d question, brow furrowing as she’d sit up, slinging her arm across her knee. She could hear the sound of cars around you, though from your heavy, stumbling footfalls you weren’t in one. You were drunk. 
“Natty..-“ you’d keen and she’d blush, wiping the sleep from her face as Natasha tried to ignore the sweetness in your tone, and the nickname on your lips- never used for her. She wished it came out of your sober mouth. You’d stop walking and she’d hear you huff, stuck in an alleyway you didn’t recognize. “I think I’m..-lost, I’m lost, fuck-“ 
“And I’m awake,” she’d respond, voice gravelly and thick, but focused as she’d pull on clothes, and you heard the rustle. Your voice would drop into a secretive whisper, still too loud to be actually effective, “Natty, Natty- are you…naked-??” 
“No,” Natasha would be grabbing her motorcycle keys and jacket now, slung loose over one shoulder before you heard the sound of her door, and seconds later the ignition of some vehicle. “I’m coming to get you, Agent. Gimme a landmark-“ 
“There’s a Mc…a Burger King, next to me, mm-“ Your mumble about being hungry was lost on her as Natasha’s tires would squeal across the road, its emptiness allowing her to climb speed quickly. Her voice was closer now, spoken through her helmet’s microphone, “Stay put, I’m on my way.” 
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“He was… was callin’ me ugly-“ you slur, a blush alighting your cheeks. You’d hiccup, earning a chuckle from Natasha’s focused expression on the road. She’d picked you up minutes ago, careful to drive slower with your arms slung sloppily around her waist. You’d been telling her something about a rude man at the bar, disgruntled by your refusal to ‘go home to his smelly apartment,’ as your mocking voice had put it, “On the inside, and- and the…..outside, mhm!”
Natasha would chuckle again, expecting the insult to roll off your drunken facade, but instead your shoulders shook against her back. Slowing to a crawl on the side of the road, she’d look back to see your face looking crumbled- gleaming with tears. You hiccup again and Natasha turned off the bike, trying to soothe you with an awkward hand around you. She’d pull your side against hers, helmet in the crook of her other elbow as she’d whisper to you, “Hey, hey Agent, it’s alright, shhh..” Natasha’s hand would’ve risen to your cheek, prickling goosebumps down your spine as her thumb would wipe your tears away. Your fingers would’ve risen to hers, taking her palm gently before placing a kiss on it. She’d shift her hand away and you’d meet her gaze- her mouth was open, and your eyes darted down to it. “Natty..” your eyebrows would furrow, pouting as she’d escape your touch, “Why won’t you kiss me, Natty?”
“Because you’re drunk,” She’d roll her shoulders and you’d watch with wonder as her muscles moved beneath thin fabric, Natasha’s coat now on you. You’d have to pick your jaw off the road once you were done. Her words would almost startle you, “And you don’t know what you’re doing, Agent. Why did you call me?” 
“I..” You’d begin, yet your words left you as soon as you started them. You could never think when she was around- distance was necessary for professionalism. You hoped liquid confidence would be enough to bridge the gap, and ask the attractive redhead for coffee tomorrow. You overdid it. You forgot what she even asked, “But I want- want you. Don’t you want me?” 
Your declaration made her smile, and you decided then that you wanted her to do that again. Needed her to. Natasha shook her head, and she thanked your drunken stupor for you not noticing the blush on her face. She’d turn around, donning her helmet again- her voice muffled now, “You’re drunk, Agent. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, alright?”
“Mhmm..” You’d settle, pulling yourself against her back. “So warm..” you’d murmur, crooning into her shoulder. You’d hear the woman snicker, before the bike underneath you thrummed to life. Maybe if that conversation went well, your thoughts sluggishly considered- she’d teach you how to ride it. If Natasha’s playful snicker at your words was any indication, your chance was pretty high.
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