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reidsaurora · 2 years

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So, this is goodbye...

Yes, you assumed correctly. I'm leaving.

I have been seriously dreading making this post... and even now, typing it up, I still don't know exactly what it is I wanna say or how to say it.

I'm not leaving permanently so don't get too excited (sarcasm, ik u guys love me 😉). This is more of an "I'll see you later!" type of post.

Wait, so why are you leaving?

So, some of you may have noticed, I haven't posted for two Fridays in a row. That is because, I have been struggling with some extreme burnout.

When I started this account back in January, I was posting every day. Then I started to feel the effects of that, and I was posting every day except for Sunday. That did not last very long either and I eventually only posted on Tuesdays and Fridays (my designated days for Sam and Spencer). And now I'm here, only posting on Fridays because even twice a week was too much for me.

This is not at all what I wanted. I thought I was strong enough to get through this period and I thought I was going to be able to post weekly Spencer fics alongside SYGB. However, with the stress of constantly writing something for this account and prepping for college, I haven't even had time to step back and focus on the reason I started writing in the first place: to make the books and scripts that I needed when I was younger.

Therefore, for me to get back to making content for you guys, I think it would be best for me to take a break from posting on here and work on content that I am proud of and actually look forward to posting for you guys.

So... what about SYGB?

I have to be honest with you guys, SYGB isn't doing as well as I expected. It's one of those projects that I put my heart and soul into... and then it (for a lack of a better word) flopped. I'm sure my fellow writers will understand what I mean when I say that it's disheartening when you work on something that you love but it seems as though no one else loves it.

That being said, during this break, I am considering re-writing SYGB to make it something I am 100% proud to post and to make it something that I don't feel obligated to post—something that I absolutely can't wait to share with you guys!

So, how long will you be gone for?

To be honest, I don't know. Part of me wants to promise that I'll be back in a month or in two months or however long it'll take me to get my feet planted into college life. Part of me wants to promise that it'll be a short period of time.

However, with the current state of my mental health, I know that these will be empty promises.

However, I know that I'm not going to leave forever. This account and my fanfiction are things that are constantly on my mind. I think even in 10 years or maybe even in 20 years or however long it takes me to publish my books and/or become a screenwriter, I'll still look back to these days and recognize my roots as a writer.

That being said, I do have many works in progress that I look forward to posting... when the time is right. There are a couple writing contests that I am going to try my hardest to join before the deadline is up. There are multiple wips that I know you guys will love when they are absolutely perfect (in my mind's eye anyway).

So, I suppose my answer is... am I really leaving at all?

To make a long story short, I am still very much going to be on this app. I don't think I'll ever fully leave Tumblr. I still really love reading fics and checking in on my friends and making content for you guys.

That being said, I am going to end this with promises to continue posting, just not right now. My posts will be more sporadic, no more posting schedule unless I get back to a mental state where it will be OK for me.

I want to thank each and every single person who has supported me on this journey. One person I'd like to shout out in particular is @theghouligan. She's the person who encouraged me to start posting my fanfiction and she was the first person to support me taking this break (you can ask her, taking this break is not a spur of the moment decision).

If you've read this far, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I love you and I appreciate you.

You guys probably know where this is going, but as I always say:

☆𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒☆

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#posting #posting schedule #posting update #update #updates #account update #writing update #goodbye #goodbye post #emmyfromowaw #emmy writes #ofwilliamandwalter #bet queue wanna love me now

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emptyheir · 7 months

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it's a universal, happens-at-least-once experience for every student: the horror of running into a teacher at the grocery store. you walk down the right aisle at the wrong time, eyes catch, and it's too late to turn heel and run. that, steve at least knew how to deal with. a couple polite exchanges, an awkward smile, and it's as good as over before it even gets too bad. this is something else entirely.

" miss lehane?! " if not for the unnaturally bright moonlight, steve might have second guessed himself. but it's her, no doubt about it. he'd recognise that frame anywhere; it's the same one he's cursed a hundred times for all the extra laps she's made him run. he narrows his eyes. with his hands in his jacket pockets, steve takes one stray step closer before he halts, unsure of proper nighttime graveyard etiquette. go figure. " what.. are you doing out here? " @wickedlehane.

#wickedlehane #i was gonna make this super short but this idea popped into my head and made me giggle.. sdjkgk #he almost said COACH?#hello miss lehane how much u wanna bet ur gonna save ur student from a vampire tonight??#v: hellmouth high.#queue.

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godofvillains-arch · 1 year

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((I know the best choice of action would be to use the queue... But I don't WANNA use the queue....

#Ti speaks #it's less my stress with so many drafts #Cuz then I wouldn't have so many to reply to #but I just UUUUUUUGH #the queue I just can't do it #I'm gonna try #but how much you wanna bet I'm just gonna queue shit up #And then end up publishing it all #my problem is is that I love all my threads #And I just don't want people to wait any longer

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galaxietm · 10 months

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"I still got some scars from the last time." || noctis to nora

"Unfortunately, scars can be easy to get and hard to lose. But I'd be remiss if I didn't own up to the fact that the ones you may have gotten this time was entirely my fault." A chuckle was let out as Nora hummed. She was paying attention to their conversation, yes; but as they sat, watching the sunset from a table outside of her aunt's place. They'd met up because Nora wanted to treat Noctis to one of her favorite desserts, also as thanks to helping her out when she'd gotten herself in over her head while traveling home from visiting her oldest brother in Old Lestallum. She'd taken a shortcut home, run into a couple of enemies and- well; the guys had gotten there before she really could have made even more of a mess of things. Honestly- the guys had taken more than a few hits while getting her out of that situation and she couldn't help the guilt that had set in. She'd treated the others to a meal after they got patched up- and promised to get Noctis a dessert she really liked as they talked. She figured it was the least she could do.

Nora looked at Noctis and hummed. The guilt had long set in before they'd even gotten back to Lestallum; seeing the guys tired and bruised because they came in to help her was more than enough cause for her to worry. Of course, Ignis had pointed out her own injuries when she doted over them- but they were nothing compared to them.

"...sorry Noct. I kinda ruined the mood. I think I still feel bad for earlier. If I just stuck to the main roads, things would have been fine. But... I guess there's not much u could do now. So just... sorry." Nora groaned, reaching up to rub her forehead and covered her eyes. She felt more emotions than guilt- embarrassed? Ashamed? It was a lot that she was internalizing, she knew that much. "...don't mind me, I'm just gonna have my two minutes of self-pity before I recover. Yes the sugar from dessert will help."

NOCTURNAL lyric starters / accepting!

#peachiiihearts #;; ‘questions & concerns.’ ( inbox tag.)#;; ‘& i believe in queue.’ ( queue tag.)#// lmaooo this got super long im sorry #// but here u go have this #// ig nora's muse wanted to go ham or smthn #// me: oh yeah the reply will be a dumb joke from nora #// nora's muse: u wanna bet--#;;♡ ( in chara. / nora.)

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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we were truly robbed when we couldn’t see bakugou’s dorm room, i wanna see what it would look like :/

LITERALLLLLLLLY, i know horikoshi described it as like... "modern style," but what does that REALLY MEAN???

is our boy living like a 35 year old Scandinavian minimalist bachelor, or does he have at least a few posters up? a couple plants? A CANDLE???

honestly, i will always be mad he was put on par with mineta when it came to significance of room decor :(((

#also. just in general. horikoshi has bad room taste #like he was never a teenager #how much u wanna bet his room was messy as frick #hence why he doesnt know what a regular room looks like #like all the girls rooms? ew.#even kiris room and uh satos room and everyone like #NO ONE HAS A ROOM LIKE THAT #weird #anyway #bakugo..... *crying*#i like to think he has some style but who knows what is going on in that lil 16 year old head (at the time at least)#MAKE him have some decor #ask #anon #caitie chats #queue

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goldammerchen · 3 months

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countrybaIIs icon jumscare, i almost blocked someone on my notes thinking for a second it was coun.tryhuma.ns

#i won't. i wanna be nice #*starts singing* i wanna be a good man; don't wanna be no has-been...#also it was a (lets say) chill country #meanwhile im scared of sovi3t x BET YOU KNOW WHO bullshit #hello from the queue

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beauthief · 5 months

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"Almost all bingos. Surprised?"

Are you Haru's Type: Except I Answer These Months Later

"I am, very pleasantly so in fact." She wasn't expecting anyone to get a full bingo or to even come close actually. In fact she thought she'd been asking for too much when filling this out. But of course Akira manages to go beyond her expectations and surprise her. It has her face flushing pink which she only hopes Akira doesn't notice. "This must be why I enjoy spending so much time with you."

#❦ 𝒟𝒾𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒾𝒶 ❦ Asks #❦ 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒯𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓅 ❦ ic #❦ ℱ𝒾𝓇 ❦ queue #((Haru vc: I'm asking way too much with these #Akira vc: Wanna bet? *Gets a near perfect bingo*))

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enchantingkittengaditor · 2 years

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Emails I Can't Send Tour Poster

Hello, it's me again. Since I've somewhat recovered from Midnights (I haven't at all) I thought I'd post all of the art/posters I've done for the Emails I Can't Send Tour. I hope you like my little ode to Sabrina

Also you can get a copy of them from redbubble if you like them and want to support me

Here's the link to them

#sabrina carpenter #emails i can't send #eics tour #eics #because i liked a boy #maya hart #music #skinny dipping #fast times #bet queue wanna

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reflections-of-mobius · 7 months

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Type: Plot Progression | EVENT: “There One Moment, Gone the Next” Universe: Sandstorm Location: Hospital

[Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine]

FINAL PART!!!....and then I'm taking a break from writing events for like- a month- because this took me several and I went so slowly. Anyway! ENJOY! All threads sent to Bless and Node will officially take place post-event, and sometime in the next two days, I will update their combined document to match the full details of current events.

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Beeping...steady, monotonous, a tune unchanging in their ears. Slowly, the fox drifted back to consciousness- hazel flickering open to a sterile, white room- an IV bag hung nearby, fluid steadily dripping down into an elongated tube. They followed its path- eventually ending at the inside of their elbow, where the thing disappeared under fur and skin.

They weren't in any pain...but they couldn't feel, either. A good chunk of their chest felt like a strange void, as if only their arms and legs were connected to their head. They were dressed in a standard hospital gown, their fur clean of all traces of grime and blood. Last they knew,...

"Ugh..." They couldn't even sit up, right...they just laid there- counting the moments. Eggman-- Eggdata- the brain in the jar, shattering glass, screaming sirens,...

Bless' bloodied body sliding to the floor.

Their hands clenched on reflex, the image causing their fur to raise. He'd been hurt. They reached out for the hive memory- praying they would find some solace, some explanation--- please, they nearly wanted to whisper. Tears brimmed in their eyes.

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Inari had only had moments to get the teleporting pad ready.- But she'd managed, his eyes flicking towards Prim in the last second as she carried Node and Bless' unconscious bodies towards where everyone had appeared, when they'd been teleported aboard the space station. Sirens blared and screeched, warning of the station falling out of orbit.

A bright light had filled the space- just moments before the crashing sound of screeching metal, the roar of flames, and heat strong enough to melt iron blazed through the station. Inari, Prim, Node, and Bless all tumbled back onto the floor of the control station for the Tower...a few furs singed, but alright...relatively speaking. Prim's dress was stained with red, Node was wheezing for air, Bless was unconscious, blood continuing to drip from his wound... Prim and Inari had taken it into their own hands to get Node and Bless to the nearest hospital in record time.

Being sent to a specialized burn unit for their injuries...watching Bless being carted down another corridor...

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Statistics flashed behind Node's eyes, the silent comforting words of their others hollow in their mind. They'd lived....they'd...lived....

The fox closed their eyes, not wanting to see the hospital ceiling above them any more. Bless had lived... Bless had lived...their own survival felt secondary, the faintest joy crossing their thoughts. He was alive....they'd won.

They would probably be discharged once Bless woke up...knowing him, he'd wake up- and the second he was cleared, rush to get Node cleared as well. For now...they could only wait, each breath a nonexistent tug of strings in the abyss.

Underneath the cloth, the ring that had started it all pulsed, faint but steady- in time to Node's heartbeat.

They'd survived...

#a tranquil sea/on all horizons | writings #We can do this together/Bet you feel better when you’re dancing | Sandstorm #Hanging on the edge of tomorrow/From the works of yesterday | Sonic “Bless” the Hedgehog #Behind this soft exterior/Lies a warrior | Node the Fennec Fox #I wanna live better days/Never look back and say/It could have been me | Miles “Inari Archie/Tails” Prower #I wanna taste love and pain/I wanna feel pride and shame/I don’t wanna take my time/don’t wanna waste one line | Amy “Prim” Rose #injury tw #implied death tw #long post #burn tw #head injury tw #don’t worry we’ll be back one day/to celebrate our glory days | queue

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viscountessevie · 1 year

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Alrighty here's Part 2 of the Quick Reactions of Wanna Bet by Talia Hibbert! [Part 1 | Live Reactions Tag]

It's all under the cut because of the pretty big spoilers about their backstories and how their friendship progressed:

- Holy shit holy shit they're hooking up??? HOW DID THEY STAY FRIENDS AFTER THIS AND NOT DATE??

She patted him on the shoulder in a friendly sort of manner, as if they’d just finished a football match.

- Ohmygod Jas you fool!

- Also since I did scream about this to Trivia @hptriviachamp first Imma just drop that reaction here:

(the Andrew in question is Andrew Prince from Sink or Swim by Tessa Bailey - go read that too it's iconic tbh! He is also obsessed with his heroine in a very hot way)

- Triv asked if Jas called Rahul Daddy ironically and I said and I quote: Yes but it hit both me and Rahul's dick (why am I like this 🤡🤡)

- Her mom really did a number on her - it's really painful to see how it manifested, guys I'm not kidding

- Also Rahul's "clean eating" wtf Boi you're Indian where's the carbs??? The flavourrr, the spice??? He's giving white cushy moms on an "organic" diet right now and I'm highkey judging him

- The whiplash I got from making fun of his cushy eating styles to crying over Jas talking about how she feels about her mom

I cried really hard. Like minus the last two lines of her paragraph, that's how I feel sometimes about my mom's feelings towards me (tbh it’s not all on her, my dad when he was young made me feel this crappy too - I’m less harsh on him because he apologised and has made amends). It's really not a nice feeling at all

Yeah so it got TOO real and so I took a break! Will live blog more later tonight after my nap (yep if you're reading this I am napping lmao and this is queued)

#Wanna Bet #Wanna Bet by Talia Hibbert #Talia Hibbert #Romance Blogging #The Viscountess Queues #That's my new queue tag; will be changing the old ones when I wake up!

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mvncesa · 2 years

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“You’re gonna be fine, you’re just high.”

#( open for interactions ; open starter. )#( * g. lee / stuck where past & future meet. )#( procrastinate until you die ; queue. )#how much do u wanna bet whatevers happening is his fault ??

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muddyorbsblr · 3 months

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would've could've should've pt1

See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: A careless comment from Thor calls into question the stability of your relationship with Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ | mature themes; the slightest bit of steam toward the beginning; angst; Tony and Thor having a very much "bro" type attitude and not in the good way; hinting at Reader's emotional baggage; the slightest mention of human experimentation [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established but private/secret relationship; Reader's baggage will be explained further in part 2

There was something rather peaceful in the routine you and Loki had settled into when either of you came back from a mission. Decompressing the night before the debriefing care of Rogers that you took bets on how long this one would last. And whoever won would get to pick where to get takeout from on your next indoor date night.

Your last mission was particularly stressful, nearly losing a limb from triggering a booby trap while retrieving intel about potential human experimentation from a HYDRA base. The second Nat mentioned that little tidbit in passing while you were unpacking your equipment from the mission, the god left the common area, raiding the pantry for a selection of your favorite snacks, and queueing up one of your comfort movies.

The one about a woman that hit her head and found herself stranded in a romantic comedy only to realize that her best friend, the one that had been in front of her all this time, was her great love all along.

When you got to your apartment, Loki was already there with the movie ready to play on the screen, and he even went the extra step to open and plate the snacks on the coffee table in your living room for easier access. And the cherry on top of it all was that he brought over one of his sweaters for you to change into, something he'd been doing more and more ever since you mentioned how comfortable they were during one of your missions together where you'd shared a suite.

"You know, I'm pretty sure they're watching the same movie outside," you mentioned, speaking around the wafer stick you were munching on. "Nat just texted me that she has Netflix power considering how this mission got us stressed out to hell and back. Wanna just watch it outside with the rest of the guys?"

The god shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "If we join them outside, then I would be unable to do this." He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "And this is my favorite part," he mumbled against your skin before proceeding to give you a series of kisses, increasing with passion in each one.

Suddenly whatever was happening in the movie didn't matter to you anymore, an army of butterflies fluttering near violently at your stomach as he wrapped his arm around you and maneuvered your positions until you were straddling him on the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you steady while his other hand buried itself in your hair before he licked into your mouth, letting out a decadent sounding moan when your tongues met.

He moved his hand to your lower back, changing your positions once again so that your back was flat on the couch, and he hovered over you and between your legs. You leaned into his touch, losing yourself in his attentions, until his hand moved upward, cupping your breast. That was when you broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he panted, immediately moving his hand away once he saw the frantic, panicked look in your eyes. "I got carried away--"

"No, sweetie, I'm sorry," you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pulling yourself up slightly to kiss him, trying to reassure your boyfriend he did nothing wrong. "It's just…I want to be ready, really, I do. And I know it's frustrating for you it's just that…every time we take a step in that direction something in me starts running and cowering in a corner, it's not fair to you that--"

"Please don't apologize, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." He righted your positions on the couch, delicately stroking your hair and giving you a soft peck on your lips before he stood, offering you his hand. "I think we could both benefit from cooling off a bit. Would you like to join the others outside?"

Despite having offered it yourself just a few minutes earlier, your stomach dropped when the tables had turned, knowing that you'd put a stop to something that could have turned out completely mind-blowing and possibly even life changing. Only thing was, when you reached the peak of a relationship, that was it.

The only way forward was down.

"You go ahead," you told him, walking toward your bedroom. "I'll just change into my sweats first…so no one asks questions."

By some miracle, no one on the team had caught on yet that you two had started seeing each other and had been in a relationship for the better part of the year. And neither of you seemed to be itching to burst your little bubble of privacy quite yet, knowing that the second the team knew, Wanda and Nat would be down your throat with questions practically begging for every detail. And Thor would be doing much of the same for his brother.

At least that was the story you tried to tell yourself. It was better than what that little voice in your head tried to scream at you every time he didn't take the seat next to you. Or when he'd drop your hand and take a few steps back the second he heard someone rounding the corner.

Loki gave you a strained smile, starting to walk toward your front door. "I'll see you outside then." Before you could reach your bedroom, he called out to you. "I love you, little mortal."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, looking back at him with a contrived smile of your own. "I love you, too, Mischief."

A good few minutes passed before you exited your apartment, the movie paused on the TV and a rather lively discussion being had among your teammates. Something about Barnes' new girlfriend.

"Oh good you're here, jellybean, welcome to the circus," Tony greeted you, jutting his chin toward the empty seat next to Wanda. "Need your input on something."

Instead of taking the seat, you walked over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine. You had a feeling you were gonna need it. On your way there, you spotted Loki seated near his brother, giving you a minuscule smile and a tiny wave of his hand.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," you called out.

"Stark's trying to tell me the woman I'm seeing isn't all that interested in me because she doesn't want to spend the night," Bucky started. "Said she's just with me for the aesthetic of dating me, whatever backwards 21st Century nonsense that is. I'm trying to tell the rest of these horn dogs that maybe she's just not ready yet. Good things take time. Flowers need to blossom--"

"Sarge, don't ever say that line again, it's so cheesy you'll attract rats in here," you shot back, pointing your finger at the soldier before turning toward Stark. "That said though…I'm with Bucky on this one, Stark. Maybe she's just not ready yet I mean…not everyone's ready to drop trou and put out so easily, you know. How long have you been dating this girl anyways?" You turned back to Bucky as you asked the question.

"Three weeks? Give or take?"

"Dammit Stark, it's only been three weeks, give our boy some time." You made a show of facepalming before you picked up your glass, plopping down next to Wanda who immediately rested her head on your shoulder.

"They've been at this for the last ten minutes," she groaned. "Wake me when they put the movie back on." Meanwhile, you clocked Nat next to her, not so subtly massaging her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. You shared the feeling; this was such a common sense discussion it shouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.

"Well then perhaps you could provide some insight for another situation, Lady Y/N," Thor boomed from across the floor, swatting his brother's hand away when he tried to get the blond Asgardian to stop.

"Brother you really need not--"

"Nonsense. Lady Y/N seems knowledgeable on how timetables and relations between mortals work, perhaps she'll finally give the perspective I have been seeking."

Your boyfriend shot you a look, as if he was already embarrassed by what his brother was about to say, piquing your curiosity even more. "I'm all ears, Thunder. Ask away."

"My brother has been seeing a mortal woman for the better part of the last Midgardian year. My best estimate…eight moons," he began, your stomach once again dropping at the realization that he was about to ask your insight about…yourself. You gave him a motion to go on, placing your glass on the table to hide the way your hand had begun to shake. "And while it has been as you here on Midgard would say 'like pulling teeth' trying to get him to divulge any detail about her, something I have surmised is that she also seems unwilling to spend the night with him. Yet he claims they love each other."

"Yikes, tough break, Reindeer Games!" Tony winced. "My two cents? You're not just on the same boat with Barnes over here, you're the goddamn captain of the ship. Go on, jellybean, tell him."

"I-I…" you stuttered, your heart thundering in your chest from unwittingly having been placed on the proverbial hot seat. "Maybe she just…wants to be sure, you know? I mean…I don't know how y'all do it in Asgard but here, with some people, being intimate is…something m-more than physical."

You could see from where you sat that the raven-haired god's fingers were twitching, his leg bouncing as if he wanted to stand up and leave the room. You pretty much wanted out of this, too.

Thor waved off your explanation. "I completely disagree. That amount of time passed, I believe one should be sure lest she be wasting both of their time. Brother, much as I can tell you love this mortal, it is my expert opinion, which I believe will be backed by the men in this room, that your mortal woman does not love you. This is, as our genius friend Stark has stated earlier, all for the optics of having you at her arm."

It was getting impossible to breathe. How dare he say that about you right in your face like this? Thinking he knew everything there was to know about your relationship just because he was in one of his own?

"You know not the first thing about her, Brother," Loki hissed, speaking through his teeth as if he was readying himself to strike.

"I know enough," the blond Asgardian shot back dismissively. "You know I think the world of you, Brother, and after everything you've endured, you deserve every bit of happiness this universe will grant you." He clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "If this mortal shares not this sentiment, then perhaps your time is better spent elsewhere."

"He's right, Mischief," you choked out, your voice so small you were surprised it even traveled that far that it had everyone looking to you. "Maybe you are wasting your time with this one…you know, if she's making you wait so long." You stood up abruptly, making Wanda groan in protest when she nearly fell over to the spot you'd just vacated.

In what was probably your most poorly miscalculated decision for the night, you downed your wine in a single gulp, starting to walk back to your apartment.

"Hey where you going, jellybean, you just got here," Tony hollered from his seat. "Come on, I know talking about Frosty the Snowman's nonexistent sex life was a drag, how about we all drop it for now, I'll order some tacos and we can go back to grilling Manchie here."

"Or we could lay off either of us and grill someone else for a change?" Bucky groaned, throwing his human arm over his eyes as he turned his face to the ceiling.

"You know what, you are so right, let's talk about the big guy who has a lot to say about being the resident relationship expert." Stark turned to face Thor. "How is Lady Thunder lately? And how are you with the whole your old hammer chooses her over you thing?"

The conversation faded into a dulled roar in your ears as the wine begun to take what fleeting effect it would have on you, your pulse faintly thumping in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment.

You hadn't even been back two minutes before your door swung open again, the God of Mischief standing at your entryway looking a mix of concerned and distraught. "Darling, I completely apologize for my oaf of a brother, I had no idea he would--"

"It's okay, Loki," you cut him off, throwing your hands up as if to push away the conversation. "Maybe he's on to something, I mean you should be with someone who doesn't take forever and a day to be ready for something like this, maybe we should--"

In an instant, he stood inches away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. "Don't say another word, my love, please." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms in a soothing gesture; whether it was to soothe you or him was beyond you.

"You want more, I get that," you pressed on. "And I can't give that to you--"

"You are all that I want, precious mortal." He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before wrapping his arms around you. "I am already more than content that you've even granted me the honor to know who you are outside of our duties. This is all I need, to be able to love you as I have these past moons."

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your words weighed heavy on your tongue. "I'm sure there's someone out there more than willing to give you what I can't, it's selfish of me to keep you--"

"Stop, little mortal, I beg of you," he pleaded, repeatedly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't rid yourself of me like this. I don't care if there's someone else out there, they aren't you." He sat you both down back on the couch, cradling you against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. "Please just try to put what my oaf of a brother said out of your mind. His opinion is entirely his own and it is one I do not share."

Your next question blurted out without much resistance. "Loki what if I never become ready? What if you really are wasting your time with me, you shouldn't--"

"Any time I spend with you, regardless of how it is spent, is never a waste," he whispered, stroking your face as he held your gaze. "If ever you decide to share that part of yourself with me, it will be an honor that I will cherish for the rest of my days, but I will never be the one to place pressure on you to move yourself at a pace you're uncomfortable with."

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to press a kiss to your temple when you sniffled from the tears you were trying and failing to hold back. "I do love you," you mumbled against him. "You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, my darling mortal." He pressed his cheek against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself after the scare your words from earlier gave him. He wanted to punch his brother clean across the jaw for jeopardizing his happiness with his careless words, and the stabbing pain it put him through seeing how deeply that opinion had cut you.

He started moving toward your bedroom, carrying you in his arms bridal style. Mostly in refusal to let you go even for a fraction of a moment.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, making a motion to move out of his arms.

"We're going to bed, darling. Just to sleep, nothing more, I swear."

"Hmph…" you shook your head, the motion making the tip of your nose nuzzle his neck in a slight tickling sensation. "Maybe…maybe you should stay at your place tonight." Your voice was so small, so unsure of what you'd just said. The god stopped in his tracks, his body going rigid and making you immediately regret your words.

"Do you want me to leave, dear heart?" he choked out, his heart at war with himself as it protested against him putting you back down on your feet.

"No," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder and showing him the tears that had begun to redden your eyes. "I want you to stay, I'll always want you to stay, I just don't…" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, almost sounding like a hiccup. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me--"

"I'm not," he reassured you, resting his forehead on yours. "Being with you like this is more than enough for me. I need you to know this, my darling."

He laid you down on your bed before his clothes changed into his own loungewear set with a wash of his green magic, settling under the covers next to you and pulling you into his arms.

"Promise me something, Mischief?"

"Anything."

"If…and when…the time comes that you get tired of waiting? And you want to be with someone else--"

"Little mortal, not another word." He tightened his hold on you, as if he couldn't hold you close enough. "Please, my love, let's just retire for the night."

"Just let me get this out," you insisted. "Let me say my piece and I'll never mention it again. Okay?"

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay."

"If you want to be with someone else, just promise you'll tell me and leave me first? I don't wanna find out waking up one morning and seeing someone else with her arms around you and just waving it around for everyone to see." Your voice dwindled and wavered into barely a whisper, your arm tightening around his midsection, a part of you already refusing to give him up even if the day were to come.

"That will never happen," he told you. "Why would I ever wish to leave you?"

"Just--Just promise me anyway. Please?"

"Look at me, little mortal." He traced along your jaw with his finger, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. The sight of the genuine fear of that precise outcome reflected in your expression knocked nearly all of the air from the god's lungs. "On the remotest chance of that happening, I promise I will never do wrong by you. But I want nothing more than for you rest assured that I will never wish to be with another.

"Perhaps one day you'll believe it. But I will gladly spend my days proving my devotion to you. This…This I will gladly swear to you. On whatever semblance of a soul I have left." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. "I love you, my darling Y/N."

You finally settled in his embrace, resting your head on his chest as you began to let your breathing even out. "I love you, too, Loki."

Just the thought of history repeating itself one day had your blood going cold, feeling as if your very bones were shaking from the images your mind conjured of the inevitable day that Loki would leave you. Somewhere deep inside you knew it was ridiculous for you to even think that your boyfriend was anywhere even near capable of putting you through what he had all those years ago.

But that was the thing about fear. Sometimes it was rational, like jumping out of the Quinjet and having a passing scare that your parachute had a hole in it. And other times it was outright absurd. Like now. Thinking that in the morning after you first had sex, the god would have realized there wasn't anything worth spending more time with. That he'd have had his fill of you and now it was time to move on to better prospects.

It didn't help, either, that your overly cautious mind was yelling that the signs were all there. That it could tell you exactly where this was headed because of the dropped hands. The refusal to even sit near each other. The barely there acknowledgement when you were even in the same room together. Everything that had happened before with him…felt like a mirror image of what was happening now. With Loki.

And you didn't have it in you to tell him that his desire for privacy was slowly and quite surely crushing you.

A/N: Starting off another story from the request pile! This is going to have 3 parts, where both parts 1 and 2 will deliver on the more angsty part and part 3 will be the comfort/fluff. I know you asked for "90% angst", Anon, but hopefully 10k words worth of angst will do it…because part 2 is 6.5k words long 😳👀

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ourmadmusings · 11 months

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We’re no worse off than the worse of them -

It was obvious how soft he was for you. Gwen noticed as soon as she joined, the way his smile lingered long after you’d left, the way he’d follow you around the citadel like a lost puppy when you came back from a particularly risky mission, the way he’d actually listen to your advice and hear you out. His word was not final with you around, an interesting shift in dynamic compared to what she was used to. Hobie and Peter B. saw it, too. The way the two of you worked together on missions was like watching a well-rehearsed dance, to which the steps were borne to you both so naturally. You both played nice together, an odd juxtaposition to his usual lone-wolf routine. You teased at him, poked fun at the way he’d grumble at the team, reminding him to play nice, they all had the universe’s best interest in mind, no matter how differently they went about showing it. “So, do you think they’re like, an item?” Gwen asked over lunch, Peter snorted a laugh at the idea. “Ha - no, I don’t really think so,” Hobie chimed in between bites, a small smile pulling at his full mouth, “I don’t reckon anyone could get that close to the boss-man and live to tell the tale.” “Guys, come on, he’s not hardly as bad as you’re making him out to be here, give him some credit,” It’s Pav this time, a hum of agreement from Peter, too. “I bet the old man’s got some game under all that scowl.” “I’m sorry, old man?” As if on-queue, O’Hara stands with hands on his hips over the table, an eyebrow raised and lips drawn tight, “‘m not much older than Peter, you know.” They give a short chorus of gasps, chokes, and a few laughs before O’Hara lets out a heavy sigh, “don’t you all have somewhere you ought to be, or do you enjoy wasting my time having to hunt down your little breakfast club?” “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. If you keep frowning, you’ll just give yourself wrinkles, Miguel.” You’re quick to peer around his back, winking at the table. “Don’t you have a basket of puppies to spit on?” His eyes widen as he looks down at you, face turned up just enough to catch a toothy grin thrown at him, and attempt to lighten the mood from his scrutiny. “Aye, that’s a good point,” Hobie finally chimes in again, “I gotta go anyways, Gwen?” He stands and pushes her tray back, an invitation to wander off. She stands and follows, Pav joins, and Peter mumbles something about needing to head home to put Mayday down. They all stare on their way out, watching the disposition shift almost immediately. “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that with them around.” His words hold no heat, he’s got the ghost of a smile playing at his lips and you slide around to face him, hands on your hips to mirror his stance, “well, someone’s gotta show ‘em you’re not all bad. Besides, what’re you gonna do about it?” Your smile stays wide still as you carry on the conversation, a longer one than any of them have seen that hasn’t devolved into an argument. “Is that an invitation or something?” He’s cheeky about it, “you did hear what else they said, no? They think I have game.” It’s the raise of his eyebrow that sells it, you can’t help the yelp of a laugh that comes from you, “They’re not wrong, but I don’t think it’s the type of game you’d wanna brag about.” The tips of his ears heat up at your teasing, “are you trying to get me to fight with you?” He’s shifted his weight, a genuine smile gracing his features for once, stooping to face you directly, “oh-ho, is that a threat, old man?” “Old?! Come on, you’re gonna hurt my feelings.” “Ah, see! There’s that smile I love so much.” Your cheeks heat up at his teasing this time, the kids were right, maybe he did have some game, you thought. The group stares at the two of you through the interaction, wide-eyed, open-mouthed stares sent between them.

A few weeks pass and their investigation leads Gwen and Miles to follow the two of you closer. They needed concrete evidence of your relationship before they could accuse you of anything. “Wait, whaddya mean, he was flirting?” Miles whispers from his place, a healthy few feet away from the commotion. A stray Doc Oc had shifted into another world, you and Miguel had decided it was too risky to send more spider-folk, so he opted to take you along in lieu of a full team. “I don’t know -shh!” Gwen sticks a finger up over her masked-mouth, “but if he finds out we’re here, he’ll skin us alive. Keep it down.” Your usual grace is no match for this particular anomaly, a quick strike from one of the metal arms sends you spiraling into a support beam with a sickening thunk. Miguel hollers for you, with no response. Another metal arm is just as fast as it catches your skull and thrashes you into the beam again, you’re limp by the time Miguel can confine him. Miles and Gwen make a swift exit after that, catching only a glimpse of O’Hara as he rushed over to where you lay, an uncharacteristic panic in his voice as he supports your head and shoulders - “Lyla, send someone, please, hurry.” Never once had they heard him willingly plead with the AI. They don’t get an assignment from O’Hara for a while, and feign ignorance when Hobie and Pav ask.

a/n: ok how about a break from the regularly scheduled freak shit I usually post about O’Hara. He deserves some soft shit too smh. Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 -

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 3 months

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8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats.

“what?”

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair.

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?”

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking.

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.”

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.”

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s.

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes.

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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