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Meg!!!!!😍😍😍

I am so excited for this! As usual your writing is amazing and so enjoyable to read!! I can not begin to tell you how stoked I am for this series!!!❤️❤️

On The Angel’s Wings - Chapter One

Summary: You meet someone, and you have a much needed chat with him.

Pairing: Guardian Angel!Loki x Reader

Warnings: angst, feelings of isolation and loneliness, crying, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: So, this is where the story started originally. This is what I imagined before I wrote the prologue, and this chapter’s premise is what inspired me to write this fic. Hope you enjoy!

“Why do you think those things?” says a voice. It’s small, and very quiet, but deeper, and filled with heartbreak. You can hear it, the sadness.

You think you’re hallucinating, hearing things. So you go with it.

“Because I do,” you answer, weakly, your voice hoarse from sobbing, “I don’t know.”

“You are not alone.”

You nod, not really acknowledging the thought. You’ve tried to convince yourself the same thing many times over, telling the point to yourself repeatedly.

“You don’t believe me.” It’s not a question.

There is no need to shake your head. The sobs well up in your throat and you choke them back. You hear the voice sigh, almost hopelessly.

“Look at me, please. I want to see you.”

The voice is louder now. It takes you a minute for it to register that this voice is not in your head. It is, in fact, right near you, on the other side of your room.

You blink. Then, your eyes shoot open, and with a gasp, you shove the covers off of yourself. Your head whips to the side and you see someone standing near your bed.

You raise a hand to your mouth to cover up a scream that begins to rise from your throat.

“No, no. Please, don’t be afraid,” says the voice, and the person steps forward. He wears a black suit that matches his black, shoulder length hair. His face is pale and narrow, but his eyes are soft.

As soon as you make eye contact with him, something changes in you. Immediately, you feel a sense of calm run over you like a wave, something so gentle and sweet that you’ve never felt in your entire life.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes fill with a different kind of tear, but your heart doesn’t beat as rapidly. “Who — who are you?” you stammer.

“My name is Loki,” he says, “and this may sound very cliché to say, but it’s true: I am your guardian angel. I’ve been watching over you for your whole life, and I…”

He goes on a little, but the rest of this is completely lost to you. You feel confused, dazed, tired. You still feel like you’re hallucinating, just a bit…

But how, then, can you explain that feeling you’re having? Wishful thinking?

“I have a guardian angel?” you ask, stunned.

Loki looks a little confused… and a little sad. “Why, er, yes. Yes, darling, you do. Everyone does.”

“That’s a nice thought,” you say.

He nods. “It is.”

“Why are you here?” Curious, you wipe your eyes and sit cross legged on your bed, leaning closer to him.

“Well, as I said, I am your guardian angel. And… it seems like you haven’t been having the best of nights lately. Am I correct?”

You can’t meet his eyes, but you nod anyways. “Mm hm.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “No, I don’t.”

“That’s fine,” he says calmly. “All you should know is that I am here if you’d like to talk about it. Remember, I am your friend. I want to talk with you, I want to stay with you. I want to help you.”

He reaches down and… and takes your hand in his. His own hand is very warm and large and the contact takes the shivers from you.

His words are unexpected. Unexpected but soothing and kind and so, so loving.

“Could… could you stay with me tonight?” you ask shyly.

He smiles then. It’s a very pretty smile. “Yes.” He gets into bed beside you, but not before he changes his clothes; you blink, it seems, and he now wears a regular tshirt and some sweatpants.

You do not touch each other. You do not hold each other. In fact, you both stay on either side of the bed, not facing each other.

It is what you need — just someone next to you to look at. Someone that wants to stay with you, at least for tonight.

What you do not know is that once you’re asleep, Loki takes his pinkie and locks it with yours.

“I will protect you,” he whispers. “I will protect you and care for you, just as I always have. But I shall love you, too, even if you will not love me. I am here for one thing, to remind you that you are not alone. And I shall do that. I swear it.”

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Every single one of these... stunning.

“We’re in the Endgame now…”

Artwork by Denver Balbaboco

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Reblog if

It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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Are u afraid to fall in love?

I’m afraid of being the only one who falls.

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My heart!!!💔 But so beautifully written!!!

12 Hours | 3:28 AM

Post-Endgame Drabble Series

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (F)

Warnings: Angst, smut (NSFW 18+) If you are a minor, you should not be reading this

Word count: 2,592

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while! As you can probably tell, this is no longer a drabble series (lol). I can’t believe this story is almost over. I’m not ready to say goodbye… Thank you to everyone who reblogged and gave their feedback. It means so much to me. :) As always, if you wanna be tagged, please send an Ask.

12 Hours masterlist link in bio

Again, if you are a minor, you shouldn’t be reading this.

It turns out a small time robbery which nearly got you shot in the head was all it took to sate your restlessness.

After giving your statement to the detective on call and going through a mandatory screening with the EMT (even though you insisted it was completely unnecessary), you eagerly accepted Bucky’s offer to call it a night and return to the Compound.

The drive back was short, but Bucky, being a perfect gentleman, made the most of every second you had left by walking you back to your living quarters.

He stood by the door frame with his arms folded as he watched you flick the night light on and cross the threshold to your bed. You turn around and find him shamelessly taking in your form which causes heat to rise up to your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You offer him shyly, “Not just for tonight. For everything.”

“Always welcome, baby doll.” Bucky replies. “You should go to bed. Get some rest.”

“Will you stay?”

The request escapes you before you can stop yourself.

Bucky takes a look at your hopeful expression and smiles, “Of course, sweetheart.”

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This just made my Tuesday morning!!!! 😍

i might be biased but chocolate labs are the sweetest dogs ever and i don’t think i want to own any other breed

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I am so excited for this!!! Oh my goodness Meg this is already so good and so raw, I love it!!!

On The Angel's Wings — Prologue

Summary: You have a bad day... and a very bad night.

Pairing: GuardianAngel!Loki x Reader (but not in this prologue)

Warnings: angst, feelings of isolation and loneliness, praying, crying. Just, a bad day and a worse night.

A/N: Here's the prologue. Inspired by real events. I don't know where this story will go — I'm making it up chapter by chapter, but please don't let that turn you off. Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and there will be a taglist for this. Just send a message into my ask box saying you'd like to be on the list.

You're having a bad day.

It's inconvenience after inconvenience, disappointment after disappointment. And, to top it all off, it seems as if no one values you, no one appreciates your hard work, no one wants to see you.

The whole day, you feel a pain in your chest — and you know it's entirely emotional. It's just because of how lonely you're actually feeling. For months, you've gotten no communication from your friends or your family, save for your mom. And, yes, you value her, you love her, but aside from that, you've gone through months without talking to the people you love. Self esteem issues can really be a pain.

When you get home from a busy, stressful day at work, you change your clothes, brush your teeth, turn off your bedroom lights, and practically fall, face first, onto the bed. And you let out the tears you've held in for the whole day, sobbing into the sheets.

Your longing to be with someone has reached an all time high. All you want is someone beside you to hold, someone to hold you, someone to tell you how loved you are. And yet, there is no one.

You grab a stuffie from your closet, a little white dog from your childhood. Abbie, her name is. For the first time in years, you hold her close.

You're a woman, far from your childhood years, and you're hugging a stuffie.

"I don't know if anyone's out there," you whimper, "but I just... I can't live like this. I'm... I'm lonely, you can see that. Please, help me." Your sentences are interrupted by periods of heaving sobs and sniffles. "If — if anyone's there, please just... just be with me, please.

"I—I—I'm not trying to be selfish, am I? I feel so selfish asking for this, for anything, because I should be grateful for my life and the people in it, and I am grateful, but... it hurts, you know?"

You cry yourself to sleep. One night of many.

What you do not see is someone sitting on the bed beside you, a figure just out of reach. You don't see his tear stained face, his hand on your shoulder. And you don't hear him whisper three little words, "You are loved," said with heartbreak and pain. He wishes that you could hear him, and he wishes that he could reveal himself to you.

So much that an idea forms, and he ponders it for the night.

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This is me😂

goddamnitkastle presents: A thread of Kastle cliches we should have gotten/gotten more of but we were untimely robbed of them and I will probably not get over it any time soon

Source of original post linked here

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I’m dying at the photo😂😂 oh my goodness!!!

Everyone stop what you’re doing!!!

It’s the amazing @megthemewlingquim birthday!!!! Please please please help me wish her the happiest of birthdays! She’s one of my favorite people on this site! She’s so sweet, has the best music taste, can fangirl with the best of them and is so incredibly supportive of the people around her!

Happy birthday gorgeous! I hope you have the raddest birthday ever!!!

Here’s a cuddly Tom for you😉

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Everyone stop what you’re doing!!!

It’s the amazing @megthemewlingquim birthday!!!! Please please please help me wish her the happiest of birthdays! She’s one of my favorite people on this site! She’s so sweet, has the best music taste, can fangirl with the best of them and is so incredibly supportive of the people around her!

Happy birthday gorgeous! I hope you have the raddest birthday ever!!!

Here’s a cuddly Tom for you😉

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I love this song!!!! Thank you so much! You’re so stinkin sweet and I love that you did this!!!!

11! ❤️❤️❤️

Your song is Daft Pretty Boys by Bad Suns

And you are and absolute ray of sunshine!  Thank you for being you!

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The gif is too on beat😂

The smash hit of the summer.

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Why is this so funny to me??😂

Matt Damon is not part of the Marvel cast you idiot.. at least know who is in this franchise if your going to claim be a fan

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36/10

MARVEL 

link // https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHUrAvKNF8s (collab w/ djcprod)

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tchalla hacks buckys phone location so he knows where he is if and when he wants to beat his ass

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The quiet “sorry” 😂

They should’ve used this exact scene in the movie