#marvel phase five

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for your March Prompts.

11. running hands through their hair with Druig. I miss that man lol

A/N - YAY STELLA! I do like this for our boy! Thanks for requesting this, bestie!

Touch

Summary - Who knew a simple touch of your fingers would bring the Mind Control to his knees.

Warnings - just fluff :)

You knocked a few times before you pressed your ear against the door, hearing nothing but snoring on the other side.

“I’m telling you, he can sleep through a hurricane if you let him,” Thena hummed as she walked past you and down the hall to the Meeting Room, you grinning as she looked over her shoulder at you with a wink in her eye.  Still, you checked your watch and saw it was way past his time to be awake and help with the chores around the Domo.  If he were to sleep in for a few meow minutes, you knew Makkari would rip him a new one.

Pushing the door open slightly, it slid to the side for you as you poked your head into the dark room.  The stars that were passing by seemed to be the only source of light in the room, the dark covers on the bed were evidently bunched around a pale body as the soft humming of Eternal Energy that seemed to float in all of the ship was mixed in with the sound of soft snoring.  

You smiled, knowing that if Druig was snoring, he was in deep sleep.

As you walked over to be perched on the side of the bed, you saw his brown mop of hair against the black. Pillow and his face squished into the pillow.  His bare back was evident, pale against the dark sheet with small evident scars from the fight on the beach two days before.  You looked at the slashes along his backside and arms, the armor still keeping him alive and yet not strong enough to leave being the evidence of assault that he endured from Ikaris.  

Your fingers were moving over to hover over his skin, not touching his skin to wake him just yet but simply feeling the body heat that was radiating was almost like a heater.  Yet you found the one place where you knew would bring Druig to his knees and make him reset in his own mind.

Your fingers in his hair.

For as long as you knew Druig and fell into a relationship with him, running your fingers in his hair was something that always took out the bravado in him and made him beyond vulnerable.  He always stood tall, even should the calmer side and any of his insecurities or pains.  Perhaps he made him look aloof at times, or even stand-offish, but he meant well. He had to always stay a step ahead of others since he controlled the minds of others around him.  

But there was always tension in his shoulders, along his spine, and even knitted in his brows when the day would be long or stressful.  You could tell he needed to simply be at peace within his mind and to unwind, and you thought at one moment to run your fingers in his hair at one time when you two were hugging one another in the hallway of the Domo. 

Without even thinking about it, you rang your fingers in his hair as he hugged you close, you feeling him shiver against your hold.  You thought you pushed it a bit too far, only thinking of giving him some kind of comfort as Druig pulled away and stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips.  Something in his blue eyes made you lose your train of thought.

“I’m sorry—“ You were about to apologize to him since it felt like you overstepped by touching him and his hair.  But he shut you up instantly as he kissed you passionately, you falling against him as he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again and again away from prying eyes.

The rest was history.  

It was now you own hidden secret that you kept from others, something you had no problem in hiding it within yourself.  Having Druig as your better half seemed too good to be true, almost like the missing puzzle you were looking for all the time you were on Earth.  But he snuck into your heart easily, swiftly, all from you simply running your fingers in his hair to bring him calm and ease.  And since you then knew he liked the touch of your fingers along his scalp, you would do it anytime you could.  Not in front of the others, but when it was just the pair of you.  

You rang your fingers in his hair to fish out the sand and rock rubble that was buried in his locks after a Nast fight against a Deviant.  You dug your fingers into his locks when he would make love to you and bring you to new heights in your shared bed.  You massaged his scalp when he was in tears and hugged you tightly, watching humans hurt one another with no way of stopping it himself.  

It brought him comfort, it brought him peace, and most importantly, it brought him home.  

Once again, you touched his locks delicately and in a soothing rhythm as he hummed and mumbled in his sleep.  

“Druig, it’s time to wake up, darling,” You whispered to him, touching his hair again and then massaging his scalp soothingly as he grumbled.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily, you chuckled as you leaned over to press light kisses along his cheeks and then on the tip of his nose.

“Time for you to wake before Makkari finds you slacking in your chores,” You reminded him, seeing him crack a smile at the mention of his best friend with his eyes still closed.  He finally cracked open one eye, and you saw the rare blue orb he had as he blinked twice while adjusting to the darkness of the room.  It made your inside warm from the sight, seeing how restful he seemed to be for the first time in some time. 

Being in the jungle together for 500 years running a village, trying to save the world from a near Emergence, and fighting Ikaris to the point of death.  You knew Druig carried plenty of weight on his shoulders for some time with no remorse, Now he had nothing else to carry, nothing else to fret over, and it was clearly seen in how he would sleep like the dead.

You moved to lay next to him on the bed, nose to nose with him as he wrapped a bare arm around you to tuck you in close.  You breathed in his scent and watched the small moles along his skin and the bright blues in his eyes.  

“You’ve rested well,” You commented, seeing him smile at you from his spot against the pillow, “I think rest suits you well, darling,”

“Thanks to you,” he mentioned with his head nodding in your direction, “I’m in good health now thanks to your healing hands on me,”

“Cocky,” You teased, though he rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his side.  His stare never left you as you were both entangled with one another on the bed, the humming of the Domo still going on in the room.  You both would wake up like this in the past, from being in this room so long ago together in your earlier years as a couple, to the small yet comfortable bed you had together in your shack back in the Amazon.  Yet it was the best way to wake up or fall asleep: with Druig.

“You’re well though, right?” You asked him, seeing him search your eyes and hear the hesitance in your voice.  He nodded, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose as his fingers were running up and down your arms and sides.

“I’m right here breathin’,” He reassured you calmly, you knowing it was true and he was never one to hide anything from you, “I have you to thank for that, sweetheart.  Though we both know Ikaris can’t hold a point against me,”

“Druig,” you light warned him, not wishing to think of this as a light moment but as something that was nestled deep inside of you that made you worry for him.  

“I’m fine, I promise,” He swore to you as he knew you wouldn’t budge when it came to him, “You’ve taken care of me all this time since we’ve been together, I won’t find the right words to think you,”

“No need,” You hummed, moving your fingers up to run into his hair again.  He was melting at the feeling, almost like a cat purring.  To think that the mind-controlling Eternal who had walls up all the time would let those walls crumble from a simple touch of your fingers.  It was both entrancing and therapeutic at the same time to both Druig and yourself.  

“You keeping doin’ that, I’ll fall asleep again,” He mumbled, curling into you a bit more as a blissed-out look was on his face.  You giggled, attempting to move your finger out of his hair just to see his reaction.  He huffed grasping your wrist as you laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned lightly, the pair of your laughing in your room.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

[heraartaxis]

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL 3

What a movie guys, finally end to superhero movie fatigue.

The character development the arc?? Wow just wow. It’s the epitome of quintessential characters. The high evolutionary though?? What a great performance, I wanted to break through the screen punch him anyways

Kraglin and Cosmo?? Amazing also Adam maybe a bit underused but fit in perfectly

I was so scared for Quill towards the end Adam came to rescue a little late and I was so anxious?? With that painting reference as well.

OKAY THAT HALLWAY FIGHT?? SO AMAZING LIKE WOWWWW IT WAS SOOOO COOOOL

Rocket’s friends when they died I was bawling.

But Gamora having a family with the ravagers was just so great.

COOL POST CREDITS SCENES AS WELL WITH ROCKET LEADING THE TEAM ADAM INCLUDED. Also Kevin Bacon alien abduction mention in the newspaper. Last but not the least the soundtrack is just so great

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FINALLY OMFG IM CRYING

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No, your eyes are not deceiving you, this may look like one of those "superhero porn parodies" you'll find on Pornhub, but it really is the official poster for Marvel's continually-being-pushed-back brave and empowering flop-to-be, "The Marvels". And the internet is not being kind:

[hollandwhore]

he served the whole movie

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The Marvels promo art

[randomshyperson]

I wanna hear theories.

*Via Joe Locke Instagram, picture of Coven of Chaos Set.

[padbaeamidalaskywalker]

The Marvels, aka Monica Rambeau needs to stop touching things

[jinxquickfoot]

Phase 4 really screwed the pooch by not setting a bunch of its properties in different universes.

Now we’ve hit Phase 5, with Kang as the new Big Bad, I would care a lot more about the threat to the multiverse if there were characters I cared about in the multiverse.

It also would have refreshed a lot of the Phase 4 properties, without making the 616 universe feel so bloated and disjointed, and it would have provided a reason why none of the new superheroes we keep meeting never meet each other.

Because think how much fun we could have had if Phase 4 was set throughout the multiverse. Shang-chi lives in a world without superheroes, only warriors. Moon Knight is set in a universe where the Egyptian gods are real. Another version of Carol Danvers was the Tony Stark of Kamala Khan’s reality. Eternals can exist without justifying why they never interfered in any of the threats the Avengers faced. The MCU can get weird and experimental and take huge leaps, and then when Phase 5 hits, we see Kang hit multiverses we already know, and that’s how the heroes start meeting other and teaming up.

I haven’t given up on Marvel or Phase 5, but I can’t help but think this would have been a much more fun way to tackle Phase 4.

[marvelsgirl616]

First Look at Anthony Mackie and Harrison For in Captain America: Brave New World

[redheadspark]

Hawuuuu can I suggest 21. "I'm so happy to have you by my side." With Druig

A/N - HAWUU! Thanks for requesting this, friend! I love writing some Druig!

Seed

Summary - Druig knows how to bring you back from being inside your head.

Warnings - Just angst and floss mixed together.

“Hold still!”

“I am!”

“You’re not!  You’re fidgety as hell!  Enough and hold still!”

Druig huffed, moving some of the ointment along his bare shoulder and near his neck where some wounds were still raw.  The one on his cheek was already healing, thanks to his Eternal energy.  But the rest of his wounds were still fresh and lingering, even when you all were far away from that beach and in a safe space at Ajak’s farmhouse.  The cool wind came through the front porch where you had Druig perched in a rocking chair, you behind him and tending to his wounds.  The rest of the family was inside, talking about the plans for the future and what they were going to do.  As much as you wanted to be part of that conversation, you had other priorities.

Your husband of 2,000 years was your priority.

Seeing him walk up to you amongst the surf along the beach made you both sigh in relief and cry at the same time.  You remember seeing Ikaris hoist him high up in the air, Druig being defenseless and unable to defend himself, it made your stomach drop.  But you let out a blood-curdling scream as Ikaris launched Druig to the ground, pelting him with his beams from his eyes with fury and intention to inflict pain on the one Pacifist in the entire group.  You’ve never felt so much anger and rage towards another person, a member of your family that you have known for centuries on end, but it was the simple fact he was trying to kill Druig and take him away from your life.  Your source of life and happiness, your husband and better half.

You would go through hell to make sure Druig stayed with you.

Now that there was peace again, along with the world being safe again from Tiamat which was now frozen as marble, you were focusing on Druig and bringing him peace.  Maybe you needed the peace too, tending to him and getting him the treatment he needed.  It was merely scrapes and a nasty bruise on his chest thanks to Ikaris, but there was a decent First Aid Kit that was in Ajak’s bathroom for you to skim through.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you got the last of the ointment on his cheek, feeling him squint a bit as you leaned back a bit to look at your handiwork as you stood in front of him.  He was now in a loose shirt and pants, his leather jacket hung on the back of the chair and his bare feet touching the hardwood floor below him while his brown hair was flowing in the wind a bit.  He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes, a soft smile on his face while he cocked his head at you.

“Better now, thanks to ya tendin’ to me,” He said lightly, almost trying to make it nonchalant.  You simply smiled, though Druig could see past it as he reached over to lace your fingers together.  You knew the feel of his palm against yours, the calloused fingers from building your village in the Amazon, the smoothness of his palm that showed the dips and curves that reminded you of the Milky Way, even the soft scent that he carried on his skin that was now engrained in your body and within your soul.  He was your center, your safe space.

In one word: home

He’s been your home since he first kissed you so long ago, admitting his feelings towards you one night during feasts.  You were of course surprised at the confession of his feelings, never thinking that he would look your way at any time since you were a wallflower.  But you saw the glimmer in his eyes, heard it in his tone, you even felt it in his touch as he pressed his lips against yours.  Instantly, you were a goner for him, all from a simple kiss.  It took 2,000 years, plenty of growth from the pair of you, to finally be in the spot where you were.  To read each other like a book, to know the other better than one’s self.  

“You okay?” He asked you tentatively, searching your eyes and seeing that you were a bit lost in your own mind.  You blinked, only squeezing his hand on yours and nodding slowly.  

“I’m just glad you’re here,” You replied, making it simple enough that Druig understood what you meant.  You were not one to express your emotions really well, especially when it came to how you felt about Druig.  He was more of the partner you thrived on Words of Affirmation, he would tell you day in and day out how much you meant to him and how much he loved you.  It warmed your heart to hear it, and it never got old over the centuries.  You wished you were like him when it came to expressing your feelings, but Druig never minded it.  You showed it in your actions and gestures, holding his hand and wrapping him in your arms when he seemed lost in his own mind.  

Druig got up from the chair and wrapped you close in his arms, his hand holding the back of your neck and his other arm around your waist as you clung onto him tightly.  Neither of you said a word; the only sound heard was the wind chimes and the soft grass swaying in front of the house.  Even the soft chatter from the others was evident, but not as a distraction as Druig tucked you In his arms and refused to let you go for one moment.

“I’m so happy to have ya by my side,” Druig said against your head as you tucked your head into his neck, “I’d be lost without ya, m’darlin’.  These 2,000 years have been wonderful because of ya,” 

“I feel the same way, and I almost lost all of it on that beach,” You muttered, Druig squeezing you a bit tighter as he kissed the top of your head lovingly.

“Don’t say that, it’s in the past.  I’m here, and I’m not goin’ anywhere without ya.  I swear, luv,” He swore to you as you both held each other on the porch.  You were no longer thinking about what happened on that beach, or how close you were to losing Druig.  Druig brought you out of that darkness and those worries, planting small seeds of comfort and affirmation that he knew you needed at that moment more than ever.  

He will forever sow those seeds of love for you, and you will take every piece he will give. 

The End

April Prompt Session

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Groot as a spider is definitely a jumpscare

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Echo Trailer Released!!

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