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Independent & Private Marvel Cinematic Universe RP blog with canons, originals, and crossover characters. Heavily canon divergent. As loved by Myllie. Est. 2022
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The halls were decorated with various things from flowers to frills and he was standing in front of friends and family with his partner before him. Vows were to be read and said to establish their bond in front of everyone.
Loki dressed in the best of fabrics, certainly looking regal and a look of absolute love in his eyes. That is until someone proceeds to object to the marriage in which is about to be officiated.
Turning, Loki looks down the aisle at the source of the commotion and his head tilts.
❝ And -- who are you, exactly ? ❞ he asked , certainly befuddled by the little man who stands now between him and happiness.
send me ❝ speak now ❞ to object to my muse’s marriage mid-ceremony ( jasper to loki) @wiishescametrue
Clint chuckled as he helped to tuck the girl into bed, grabbing one of the few stuffed animals that he managed to find to decorate her room. He didn't opt for the brand new toys who have been sitting on the shelf for two minutes. He went thrifting, found the ones that were cast aside perhaps because they were outgrown or simply lost.
To let them find a home here with them seemed somehow fitting -- even if they are just toys.
He grabbed a bear dressed in a pajama suit decorated with yellow ducks and placed him next to Cassandra.
" Me or him ? ❞ he asks, poking the bear in the nose, then her with a soft smile. ❝ I'm not going anywhere, kiddo.❞ He tells her. See that chair right there in the corner? ❞ He points. "I'll be right there if you need me, okay? ❞ He pushes her hair back from her forehead and kisses it softly.
❝ Get some sleep. ❞
❝ i don’t have nightmares when you’re there. ❞ — Clint
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She had fallen ill, and he somehow felt that some of this was his fault. To not get her home, but here she could get the proper care could she not? They are gods, shouldn't they be able to find what is wrong with a mortal woman and cure her of her ails?
Though while his mother was more encouraging than his father ; it was his father's word and demand that kept everything moving as it was. Which is to say ; not at all.
A soft sigh escapes his lips as he watches her sleep, but when she stirs he is quick to move to her side with the most gentle of smiles. ❝ There you are . ❞ he whispers, brushing her hair from her face.
To her question, he chuckles faintly. ❝ Where else would I be..? ❞ he asks her. ❝ You need me, I wish to be nowhere else." with gentle fingers he brushes them down her cheek.
❝ How do you feel...? ❞
❝ wait— have you been here all night? ❞ — Loki @ladamereveuse
A curious gaze presented on his features to her statement. A brow raises in utter confusion at her choice of words leaving the God of Thunder leaning back to take in her question -- her proclamation? Her demanding inquiry.
❝ I did not waltz.❞ He states as he looks to her. ❝ There was no form in dancing at all in my arrival. ❞
❛ you think you can just waltz back into my life like that?! ❜ [ vivi and thor]
▍ — ＡＮＳＷＥＲＥＤ ▹ @walkingthroughfire
❛ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɴᴏᴡ? ❜ - ᴍɪʀᴀɴᴅᴀ
TONY LEANS AGAINST THE COOL metal of his workshop, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he regards Miranda. The soft, ambient lighting of his private domain cast gentle shadows across his face, accentuating the thoughtful look in his eyes. "Right and wrong," he begins, "In the grand scheme of things, they're just words. What matters is us, here, figuring things out together."
He pushes off from the wall, taking a few steps closer to Miranda, his gaze never leaving hers. Tony closes the distance, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek, his thumb lightly caressing her skin. "But to answer your question," he continues, his tone dipping into a softer, more intimate register, "Yes. But not for the reasons you might think. I'm happy because this," he gestures faintly between them, "this honesty, this raw, unfiltered US, it's everything I never knew I needed." He les out a soft chuckle, the sound filled with genuine affection before his expression softens, the playful arrogance fading to reveal the depth of his feelings. He chose not to bask in the glow of being right; instead, he opted to divert attention from her mistake to lighten the mood. Oh, he doesn't want to fight with her.
There are several things in life that Miranda detests. Being wrong happens to be one of those things that rank high on her list. Though fighting with Tony is always her least favorite thing the two always seemed to go hand in hand in moments of scientific discovery.
Sometimes in their personal life, but mostly in the science department. The downside of two geniuses in a room one might say.
Though frustrated, he doesn't carry the same tone she does. Certainly she thought he would gloat, be on a cloud of correctness and being proven correct in the moment. Instead his tone is calm, collected and affectionate.
When he does confess he's happy he's right she is about to state that there it is, the gloating she new that would come but he doesn't give her that. Instead he gives her something more kind, sweet in which causes her to smile with a light shake of her head.
❝ Why is it when I think you can't possibly surprise me more -- you do ? ❞ she asks, moving her hands lovingly to his shoulders. ❝ I was ready to give you a bit of a cold shoulder while you boasted, but now I just want to kiss you. That's not a fair tactic. ❞
His phone buzzes, drawing his attention from the TV in which he seemed to be staring at getting lost in the static and the buzzing sound.
Pulling it out, he sees a familiar number, a familiar photo attached to the number. A number that has not reached his phone in a good long while. He jumps, curious. Heart? It flutters as he quickly responds.
[ Text ] You're alive. [ Text ] You know where I live. [ Text ] Nothing is stopping you from coming over.
[TEXT] - can we talk? (Lei to Cai - Marvel verse..time to dust off hers)
ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) dir. Will Gluck
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[text]: Taylor Lautner? Isn't--he's the guy from Twilight isn't he?
[text]: Wait, why would you be super lucky to have his number?
[text]: Nevermind. Best I not ask.
[ text ] : He is the guy from Twilight, yes.
[ text ] : If we're honest, I'm lucky to have anyone's number.
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❛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ? ❜ - ᴀᴘʀɪʟ
THE AMBIENT NOISE noise drops to a gentle murmur as Tony halts his movements, the latest incarnation of the Iron Man suit winding down to a quiet thrum. He swivels towards April, his gaze shifting from the vibrant spark of ingenuity to a stormy sea of conflict and concern. His eyes, usually alight with a fiery passion and the thrill of the next challenge, now reflect a tumult of emotions, veiled by the ever-present sheen of stubborn determination.
" Slow down ? " he echoes, the question hanging in the air between them like an uninvited guest. In that moment, the vast expanse of his technological haven shrinks, the walls inching closer, suffused with the weight of a thousand unvoiced anxieties. The relentless drive that fuels his every action, every late night and early morning, seems to manifest physically. " You know I can't do that, " he begins, his voice a blend of weariness and a resolve that borders on desperation. " Every moment I'm not pushing forward, I'm haunted by the thought of what could happen to you, to us. This... all of this, " he gestures vaguely to the maze of technology surrounding them, " is my way of keeping you safe. Of keeping the world safe. "
Does she know ? She knows what going, going, going isn't going to do him any favors.
" And with every moment you're pushing forward with a though to of what could happen you're not focusing on the fact that I need you right now. " April, frustrated sighs heavily as she moves to put her hands on his chest and have him look at her, look her in the eye. And if that doesn't work her hands go to his chest and hold his face in her hands with a soft, but sad expression.
" You can't keep any of us safe if you're running on low, Tony. And I need you in the moment, not in the what-ifs." she frowns, bringing his head down to hers as she hopes that maybe he is getting the idea.
" Tony..I'm no longer asking. I'm telling you. Slow. Down."
Tomorrow I'm going to queue up things over here. Come hells or highs waters.
— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
[ Text ] : No worries, I saved it as Taylor Launter.
[ Text ] : Now my friends either think I'm super lucky or a stupid liar.
[ Text ] : But my dad is Stephen Strange, so they're leaning more toward lucky.
[text] - so this is my number, but don’t save my name as anything sketchy. ( taylor/jessa)
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The softness in his words give her pause as her hands hold on to his. She can feel the callouses of his hard work against each finger when she brushes her soft skin on contrast to it. The sound of his voice, the look in his eyes tells her that he has no desire to be alone.
Who is she to deny him company when he asks so sweetly, so kindly and looks at her the way he does. April smiles softly, reassuringly as she steps closer to him.
❝ Sure, Tony. ❞ she nods, her red hair falling in front of her face. ❝ I'll stay. ❞ Sitting next to him, she moves close so they are arm to arm, her head moving to his shoulder.
❝ But I get control over the remote. Or JARVIS, as it were.❞ is she about to subject Tony Stark to some episodes of The Bachelor? Never. However CATFISH is a whole other story.
❝ stay, please. ❞ — April @etfuturist
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 softly descends from his hopeful eyes to their hands, now gently clasped in his. Her emotions swirl intensely, a storm of feelings more profound than anything she has experienced before. As she listens to him speak, her brow furrows, not in distress, but in a deep, heartfelt response to his words. Her lips curve into a tender smile, her eyes growing increasingly glassy as each second ticks by. Feeling his earnest plea for a simple 'yes,' her heart skips in response. She picks on the vibrant hope, the sincere wanting – all of it resonates with her own heart. His self-deprecating remark about not having much to offer causes her lips to press together momentarily. She knows the depth of his soul, the richness of his spirit – far more valuable than any material offering. His comment about waffles brings a light chuckle from her, a brief moment of levity in the midst of overwhelming emotion.
As he vows to do right by her, a wave of tenderness washes over her. She tilts her head, swallowing hard against the tears that threaten to spill. How can he speak of doing right by her when it's she who owes him so much? ❝ You’re wrong, ❞ she whispers, ❝ You offered me a lot already. You showed me forgiveness. ❞ she sniffs back tears, her heart heavy with the gravity of her past actions. ❝ It means everything to me to know that you hold no resentment for what I was compelled to do to you. To the man I always knew had this good-hearted soul, and I had to destroy that light in you. You fought, went through hell, to find it again. ❞ She pauses, her lower lip quivering as she fights back tears, her eyes fluttering shut to contain the flood of emotions. ❝ I can’t say, ❞ she continues, her voice barely audible, ❝ whether I'm worthy. But yes... This new beginning? It’s what I want, with you, James. ❞
His heart is pounding, racing, thudding against his rib cage as he awaits her answer. He fears the 'no'. He wonders if he deserves that in the end of it all. His past while the roads were paved with everyone elses intention but his own does it matter ? They were still his hands that committed the sins against various people -- including one that his friends also call a friend. He can't take those things back but he can try to become new, be the man he wants to be. With her he knows it's possible.
He watches as she fights back her own tears and he strokes her hand in comfort. He even brings it to his lips and softly kisses in hopes to help ease her emotions even slightly. But the moment she says 'yes', and that she wants this too, he smiles and he's up on his feet.
James' arms wrap around her, pulling her close to him as he leans in and kisses her deeply with a reckless abandon.
Within this moment, everything slowed and the world felt like it had finally gone quiet ; a comfort that they both deserved. There was no rush of the city, there was no speeding sensation of the life that they used to live.
Just a moment of peace and possibility. Like everything was leading up to this very moment.
