Could You Write Abt Loki Wanting Cuddles And Kisses From Reader? Just Some Clingy Loki Before Bed

Sweet dreams

Pairing : bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: tooth rotting fluff, bucky holding you in places, kissing

Summary : you missed bucky even though he was next to you, but who is he to judge

@backoftheletter , for the idea !!

*squish*

“Bucky ?, you ‘wake”

*squish*

“Buckyyyyy, buckbuckbuck”

A small grin fell on bucky’s lips as he pretended to still be fast asleep, you poked and prodded at his eyelids hoping that he was awake. The final straw was when you force fully pulled open his shut eyelids and bursting into a fit of giggles when he rolled on top of you

“Yes babydoll ? What would you like hm” Bucky couldn’t help but have a warm feeling fall over him, even though he had a massive blanket over him and a warm body underneath him. He wouldn’t trade this moment for the world

You looked away shyly before replying. “Just missed you a little” bucky’s heart leapt out of his chest. He felt like one of those cartoon characters where you could see his heart thumping wildly. He didn’t think he could fall in love with anybody but you came along and changed that. He fell more in love with you before he kissed you goodnight just a couple hours ago.

“I was right here though baby, didn’t go anywhere. You were even lying on me”

“I know but I mean- you just weren’t with me, in my dreams y’know. You weren’t there and I didn’t enjoy that so I just wanted to spend some time with you” holy fuck, he thinks, you’re just so sweet and a ray of sunshine to his whole life. He can’t help but nuzzle himself into you

“You tryna kill me doll” he chuckled lightly “lemme get this straight, you missed me because I wasn’t in your dream so you woke us up at…3:25 just so we could be together” he said this teasingly but not mockingly, he smiled at you warmly. He understood because when you weren’t in his dreams he was restless and would wake up and just run his fingers through your hair. It might seem absolutely ridiculous but he felt giddy that you missed him even in your dreams

“I- I mean- well don’t say it like that” the little crease in your forehead comes up and you pout. He kisses kisses the crease and the adorable pout on display. “I just needed to know you were here with me. Hear your voice too and cuddle like this but if you wanna go back to sleep you can”

“Sweetheart, never feel embarrassed okay, why would I go back to sleep now anyways. My baby misses me so I have to make sure she knows I’m right here. He punctuated each word with a soft kiss. He couldn’t stand the sad look in your eyes even though he knew it was there just for mock

“I’ll always be here when you need me” he whispers into your ear when flipping you on top of him so you can rest peacefully

“Sweet dreams baby”

And I guess I'll just miss her

Even though she isn't even really gone

But things are just different

Ever since she cut her blue hair off

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

i’ve dipped casually into bagginshield recently (10 years late 💀) and i am absolutely fascinated by how popular that ship seems to have been in fandom spaces. like it’s a great ship of course but i genuinely didn’t know people were that into the hobbit trilogy? i was deep into marvel and superwholock at the time and completely missed it. could just be a case of being in the right place at the right time (what i affectionaly refer to as the golden age of tumblr).

the more knives you have the more attractive you are

sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...

you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.

your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.

you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.

it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.

you watch your sister fade.

you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.

your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.

she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?

Hey :) hope ur doing good! I was wondering if maybe you could do something about tasm!peter parker where reader is upset because she always has difficulty falling asleep and he's just really soft with her trying to calm her :)

hi tysm for ur request here is some fluffy hurt/comfort for you

"What's wrong?" Peter asks you, breath warm on your cheek. 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye from where you'd been staring at the ceiling dejectedly. 

"How do you do that?" you whisper. 

"How do I do what?" 

How do you know when I'm upset, even if you're asleep? You don't ask. 

Fingertips on your face. You shut your eyes as his fingers climb from the corner of your mouth to the edge of your eyebrow, a sweeping, featherlight line that makes you shudder. 

He chuckles under his breath and does it again. 

"How do you know-" you sigh and turn your face, disrupting his teasing. His eyebrows are creased softly in concern. "Can you tell, when I'm…"

"Upset?" 

You bite the inside of your bottom lip. What you can see of him in the dark you adore, the bump of his nose, the hill of his cheek. His cupids bow; the little well above his lips you've kissed a thousand times. 

"I have a sense for it." 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the ceiling. "Right. Your Spidey sense." 

Peter's hand comes up to your shoulder. He kisses your cheek. "No, baby. This one's full Peter Parker. I call it my 'I love my insomniac girlfriend' sense." 

"S'a mouthful," you say, words all squished with terrible smugness, pleased by his affectionate tone. 

His nose is pressed to your cheek, words warm against your skin as he talks. "You'd hate the original name then." 

"I dread to ask," you say, smiling at him. He pushes up onto his elbow to hover over you, pressing his hand lightly over your chest. 

"Yeah, I liked 'My gorgeous darling love of my life can't sleep and the unhappiness burdening her becomes my unhappiness through the power of my adoration alone' but the board's still out." 

"Board should stay out. That's awful," you murmur, eyes squinting from the force of your lovesick smile. 

"I know," he admits, dropping his chin in embarrassment, "I didn't have much time." 

"Leave it to me. I find myself with an abundance of free time," you say theatrically, edged in bitterness. 

Peter's hand climbs from your chest to your neck. His thumb brushes against the bottom of your throat, fingers wrapping around. "Have you done your checklist?" 

"Yeah, Pete." 

Hand moves up again, fingers at your chin, fingers at your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip, gliding across them. He pauses, eyes looking all fresh honey sticky, before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your frowning mouth. 

You feel a little of the tightness between your shoulders loosen. 

"You want me to make you something?" 

The tears you've been fighting start to win. "No," you say quietly. 

He hums. "And you had a bath?" 

"I did the whole checklist, Pete." 

He frowns at your glassy eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, wiping the first tear away with the pads of his fingers. 

You shut your eyes and turn your face from him. "I just want to sleep." 

"I know, bub," he says, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow you're hiding in. 

"I'm really, really tired." 

"I know." 

"You can go back to sleep if you want to," you say miserably. "Sorry. I shouldn't keep you up." 

"You're not keeping me up. M'just spending time with my girl."

His niceness has an opposite effect. You curl in on yourself and feel a childish whine building in your chest. You're so tired of being tired. 

Peter lies back down in the space where he'd been and pulls your back into his chest, wrapping his arm around your front. You're instantly comforted - his arms are a safe haven. 

He dots a kiss on your shoulder. "It's okay. We just have to ride it out, yeah? Like we've done before." His hand spreads over your heart. "Try and calm down," he says soothingly. A second kiss to your shoulder. 

You bring your hand up and put it over his. He turns his own and threads your fingers together. It's not the kind of problem that can be solved by love and affection, but it certainly helps. 

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.

“Loki grew up in a palace, and he’s very balletic, the way he fights. It’s very graceful and very beautiful. Loki has this matador style of fighting, where everything is about a kind of elegance and a kind of showmanship. We’re actually trying to build on everything I’ve done, but make it even more graceful, I suppose. If I can.” LOKI’S FIGHTING

soooo funny that marvel keeps completely fucking up Thor’s character and then being like “taika 🥺🥺 can you come fix him please 🥺🥺🥺” and he just does