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𝚃𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙾𝙻𝚃𝚂* (2025)

"I'm here. You're not alone."

[immortalmuses]

Watch Echo. Please. Please.

I cannot stress enough how important it is to see this kind of representation, this kind of investment from a company like Marvel, in telling indigenous peoples' stories. They consulted with the Choctaw nation, they DUBBED THE ENTIRE SERIES IN CHOCTAW. Choctaw is an endangered language! Fewer than 500 people remain that speak it fluently! And here it is, preserved in a Marvel Show about a Native Super Hero!!!!

I know you have MCU fatigue, I get it. I understand that some of the disney+ Marvel shows have been underwhelming. But I am BEGGING YOU. Just watch Echo. Just give it a chance, give Her a chance. The world is a better place with stories like this in it, and the only way we will get more of them is if we show companies like Marvel that their investment isn't a waste.

[azriona]

June 5 Drabble - Misdirection

A NAFTK prequel drabble. Eventual Bucky/Reader, General Audiences, 100 words exactly. This drabble meets the requirements for @societynsoelsscribblesJune Jukebox Scribbles (Hey Baby by Bruce Channel) and @flashfictionfridayofficial's Prompt #359 (The Wrong Sign).

Summary: You're dancing. Bucky's watching. Neither of you are paying attention.

Heeeeeey baby, baby… The women sing together in the middle of the dance floor, and she dances with them, laughing as she twists under Widow's arms.

"You could join them," suggests Steve, sitting at the bar. Bucky gulps at the beer, thin as water.

"Friends only," Bucky reminds him.

I wanna know-oh-oh, will you be my girl?

She glances at Bucky, eyes bright and mouth laughing. Maybe an invitation—but she glances away again, just as quick.

He won't risk it.

"You're an idiot," Steve tells him.

"Yup," agrees Bucky, resigned, and finishes the beer before the song is over.

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Hey, could you please do Magik general romantic relationship headcanons with a male reader? Thanks for your time!

MARVEL RIVALS - Magik relationship headcanons with a male reader!

Note(s): If the Russian is inaccurate, sorry! I tried to look for credible sources... Also, as the request asks for a male reader, I'm going to be under the assumption that you'll prefer more typically masculine names!

I'm lowk not too familiar with her but. I think I cooked.

Generally, I'm of the opinion that Magik is physically affectionate. While she's not all over you all the time, she is definitely *not* shy and she *will* kiss you on the mouth, cheek, forehead or give you a massive hug when she wants to. Boldness is simply a part of her, and she doesn't see the point in a relationship if she can't show off her love for you.

Illyana prefers kissing and hugging you to you kissing and hugging her, more of a giver than a receiver. In all the senses of the phrase. But, that doesn't mean she dislikes it when you do want to take a step forward. I think she just has a preference for holding you and keeping you safe.

The exception is probably hand holding. Magik is a fan of it if you or her need comfort, or if she's leading you, but other than that she would accept you holding her hand more than she'd go out of her way to initiate hand holding.

I think Magik would have many different kinds of petnames for you, depending on who you are as a person / in a relationship and the situation at hand. It'd be a mix of English and Russian, but she'll always lean toward her native tongue.

Generally, she'd call her boyfriend Лучик – luchik, which means sunray. Essentially, she sees you as a light in her life, possibly even *the* light of her life. It's a safe nickname because it's not really dependent on who you are as a guy, just who you are to her. And, that's all that matters to Illyana.

Котенок – kotyonok meaning cat (kitten), or котик – kotik, which just means cat, would be her go-to for a feisty or confident partner. If you're particularly strong and do something to impress her, it'd be upgraded to Лев – Lev, meaning lion!

She'll call you Зайчонок – zaichonok, meaning bunny, if you're energetic and a more bounce off the walls kind of guy. Though, this also just extends to when you show any kind of happiness above normal.

When you do something particularly affectionate, or give her a gift, she'll give you a peck on the cheek and call you Сахарок – sakharok, meaning sugar piece.

Her verbal affection is probably less intense and less often than physical, but Illyana likes praising you just as much. Using the petnames above, and with a hand snaked around your waist or hanging off your shoulders, expect her to say you look good. Or you've done well during a mission / work / whatever you've just done.

However, she's incredibly blunt. Of course, if you're a more sensitive person she'll try to flower up her language and lessen the blow of reality, but she hates coddling people. When you do something she doesn't like, she will tell you, and she won't be shy about it. If the truth hurts to swallow, she'll hold your hand while you do, but she isn't going to make you spit it out.

Expect to get along with Colossus. You and her will *not* stay together long if you don't. She values her family and she won't break up with you just for not being best friends with him, but she will be upset if you don't like and especially if you hate each other.

Illyana would prefer for you to be another hero of some kind. If not an outright hero, just somebody who she's sure can defend themselves. Sure, some basic defense training would be good, but also, this is a world with planet eating giants. She can't always be there for you, even if she wants to be, so the less pressure she feels to mother hen you, the better.

Not that she's outright against dating a civilian. If she felt a strong enough connection she would most likely take that risk, but she would be a bit overprotective. Not enough to feel overly smothering, but it might start to nag at you if you're more sensitive to being coddled.

I feel like Magik would love more personal dates, like staying at home and playing games for example, than she would going to fancy restaurants. It's just not something she personally cares for. If you want to? Sure! She can go, but she won't be quiet about how it's not her style. If she is going out to eat, it'll probably be a burger joint or another kind of crappy fast food place.

Speaking of, her favourite pastime is chilling on the couch with you and watching / playing something. Whether it's bingeing a show, or renting a new movie, or whatever you can think of. If it's casual, on a couch, with the TV and with you, she likes it.

Bonus points if you get takeaway.

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[1nkera]

It's so obvious

Fandom: Marvel (MCU) Pairing: Blackhill (Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov) Words: 593 For @flashfictionfridayofficial's weekly prompt #357: It's So Obvious [Now on AO3]

Lately, her friends have been growing closer with each passing day, but when confronted, their denial is swift. Firm. Short in a way that removes all room for doubt.

The two of them are usually better at hiding their intentions.

For Laura, it's as clear as day.

A tender smile secreted away from view. The soft graze of a hand that lingers. A tangible pull as they fall into each other’s orbit, entirely helpless in the face of gravity.

Watching these two dance around the topic is entertaining enough, but a slight push in the right direction could be just what they need.

Laura languidly sips at her tea. "The county fair is this weekend."

Maria hums a mildly interested note in the next chair over. She sheds her barriers here on the farm. Relaxed shoulders. Casual clothes. Her hair is freed of its usual bun and tossed carelessly over one shoulder.

A half-eaten piece of toast lies within reach, yet the day's newspaper holds her captive.

"You should invite Natasha."

At the name, Maria finally glances up with a flicker of blue eyes, all too transparent.

Laura's growing smile nearly gives her away, subtly hidden behind a porcelain rim.

The paper is set on the table, perfectly folded. "Never took her for someone who'd enjoy that sort of thing."

"She would," says Laura. "If you were the one to invite her."

"Laura." Her chastising tone is in jest, but wariness spoils the intent.

"Maria."

An exasperated huff. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"Have you ever expected anything less?"

Upstairs, a door crashes open, quickly followed by a pattering of tiny feet. Scuffling, yelling, laughter. All signs of life that indicate Laura's day has officially begun.

As she heads up to get the kids ready for school, she accepts the stalemate for what it is. A sticky note in her calendar. A pot simmering on the back burner.

Preserved for another time but not forgotten.

The kids decide to be cooperative for once—by some grace of God or perhaps multiple deities, knowing her luck—leaving Laura without a headache and more than enough time to kill before the drive to school.

As she reaches the bottom step of the stairwell, a voice halts her in her tracks.

"So," Maria starts, all too casually. From this angle, Laura watches her fidget with the newspaper's edge below the table. "County fair this weekend."

Natasha is busying herself on the other side of the counter, tiptoeing for a mug on the top shelf. "Yeah?"

"According to Laura."

An interested hum fills the silence. A shuffling of clothing as Natasha shifts her weight from side to side, contemplating her choices.

"Wanna go?" Maria asks.

Natasha snags one by the handle before turning on her heel with a dancer's grace. Her movements are always efficient, not a single one wasted, but this one is noticeably lighter.

She shoots Laura a knowing look over Maria’s shoulder.

"Could be fun," is her simple answer paired with a one-shouldered shrug, even as a smile plays on her lips.

"Right." Maria clears her throat. "Good. Then it's settled."

"Saturday?"

"At five."

"Works for me."

Laura doesn't mind taking credit for things that involve the people she loves. She likes making them happy, and she makes sure that they know it.

But when the two of them sit closer than usual that night, pressed together on the couch during a spy thriller the kids picked out, chuckling at an inside joke meant only for their ears, she's perfectly fine watching from afar.

[pyregaia]

[polizwrites]

Yanking His Chain

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial [#FFF365 Blood on Your Hands] as well as my @julybreakbingo C2 - “I’ve gotten rusty in my abstinence.” square. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing:  Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes (WinterIron if you squint) Rating: Teen Tags: Vampire Tony Stark,  Werewolf Bucky Barnes, Blood, Implied Violence, Captivity.  Summary: Tony gets a little carried away during his rescue attempt; Bucky doesn’t seem to mind.   Word Count:  207

“I’ve gotten rusty in my abstinence,” Tony commented; wrinkling his nose at the mess.  There was blood on his hands and his shirt; as well as oozing out of what remained of his companion’s captor.  “My sponsor’s not going to be happy about this.” 

“I’ll put in a good word,” Bucky replied dryly.  “Now,” he rattled the silver fetters holding him in place,  “how about seeing if you can find the key?” 

“No need, bright eyes.”  Tony prowled over to where Bucky was shackled to the wall, “seeing as I’ve had a good meal.”

Bucky frowned in confusion.  “I thought vampires were affected by silver too.” 

“Yes, but not the same way as your folk are.”  Tony took his blood-soaked shirt off, tore it roughly in half and wrapped it around his hands.   “Silver burns if it touches our skin, but it doesn’t sap our strength.”  He took hold of the chains holding Bucky  captive and pulled; the links stretched like taffy before coming apart.  “See?” 

Bucky stepped away from the wall, his strength surging back into him.  “I knew there was a good reason I chose you as a partner.” 

Tony arched an eyebrow.  “And here I thought it was my good looks and rapier wit.”