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Reblog this if you play with sideblogs!

I have noticed a startling number of people who make doing so difficult, though I think it is entirely on accident, so a little reassurance is in order!

I PLAY WITH SIDEBLOGS. I enjoy your muse even if it comes attached to a blog that isn’t a primary. Promise. Adore you all the way.

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[text: jess] I don’t know why you think it’s going to help.  [text: jess] but okay. I’ll call you. I just need to get somewhere safe first

[text: jess] ass is an understatement, i think, considering the circumstances [test: jess] what, you want an explanation? through text? seriously, that isn’t going to help all the betrayal you’re feeling. might make it worse, actually.

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“Well, I definitely know who you are.”

He didn’t recognize him. Ward took a breath, immensely relieved, and kept his hands firmly at his sides, adjusting his posture. He didn’t want to appear a threat-- despite the Kevlar under his jacket. At least he didn’t have a gun out yet. 

“Captain America. Should I call you sir? Is that a thing that people do? Can’t imagine many of them call you Steve.”

@xwaywardagentx wanted Steve.

“You look somewhat familiar but I can’t well say why”. Maybe when Steve visited Shield or was it during a party at Tony’s? Something was bugging him about this guy.

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“Fine.”

If she wanted to leave, Ward wasn’t going to stop her. He could, but he wouldn’t. She deserved to have a way out. 

“I’m not going to force you to stay here, if you really want to go.” She knew the rules about resignation. (Not a word about HYDRA to anyone outside of the organization.) And she was undercover enough that no one would be after her. SHIELD couldn’t even try to take her down; Jemma was too good for that. She’d be safe.

He braced his hands against the table, staring at the card for a moment before looking up at her. “Jemma, you can’t– our emotional relationship is in no way connected to our business one.” His eyes were hard, suddenly. “You can’t just leave because I don’t return your feelings the way you wanted, that isn’t how this works.” 

And the worst part was– the worst part was that if he returned her feelings, which he did, he wouldn’t be able to tell her that. He had to keep them separate. It was too dangerous for both of them, if he gave into it. 

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IT IS A BEAUTIFUL (rainy) MORNING, I SAW CIVIL WAR LAST NIGHT, AND I AM BACK.

exams are over (at least until finals), so here i am! feel free to send me stuff or just message me or somethin’. i’m going to get to work on those month-old replies. 

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//ooc

i’m really sorry for the random hiatus. ap exams are coming up next week, and until then, the inactivity is gonna continue /: my apologies for not warning you all, and thank you so much for sticking around. i’ll be back as soon as i can. 

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SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU A CHARACTER                 I’D ROLEPLAY FROM THAT FANDOM.

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“Of course the kid’s a brat, ‘s my kid,” he joked gently, wrapping an arm around her loosely in case she needed to lean forward again. “You’re doing a great job, Jemma.”

He was worried about her, but he knew that all the symptoms she’d been going through were normal, which... eased his concern a little. Even if they weren’t a normal couple, at least she was healthy.

“Will do,” he muttered, grabbing a bottle from the counter and then moving hastily into the bathroom. He placed it next to her and knelt down on the other side, reaching over to pull her hair out of her face. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jemma’s temple lightly. “But this is shitty, I know.” 

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[text: jess] ass is an understatement, i think, considering the circumstances [test: jess] what, you want an explanation? through text? seriously, that isn’t going to help all the betrayal you’re feeling. might make it worse, actually.

[text: jess] the trust was kind of the point, jess. [text: jess] if I tell you, you or SHIELD is gonna come after me. they’ll kill me and destroy HYDRA. can’t have that. [text: jess] and i already made sure that this phone can’t be tracked, so. don’t bother. 

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“It’s...The tea is helping,” he said quietly, and it was, slowly. He didn’t ask how she knew, about ways to avoid nightmares, and she wouldn’t have told him anyway. Instead, he took a shallow breath and kept sipping the tea, because that prevented having to make much conversation. 

“You should sleep, if you can. I’ll stay up so I won’t wake you up again.” He managed a slight smile. He had more of a temper when he was tired, and if she was the same way, that wouldn’t make for a fun couple of days. 

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“ -Don’t be ridiculous. Drink some     of this, alright? I’m English, tea     is our go-to drink when stressed.”                        Violet rolled her eyes and handed him a     mug; green tea with honey and lemon helped sore      throats, and this was the third night in a row she’d      heard him scream himself hoarse. If he didn’t sleep,     she couldn’t either, so her motives weren’t entirely     pure. She shoved any genuine concern down deep.     No room for that where they were. “ -I got some water, too. Stop    being a prick - accept it.”

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“I don’t need to be taken care of,” he said, huffing a laugh. “I’ll be fine. Focus on the task, don’t worry about me.” And for a second, he almost forgot that he was controlling her. Almost. She was acting as if she cared-- but he knew she didn’t, really, and it was pathetic how easily he fell into that trap. 

Ward allowed himself to card his fingers through her hair again, gently, and rested his hand on the back of her neck. Wasn’t as if she’d remember any of this, he reminded himself.

 “Good. Just be smart with how you do it. If you blow your cover, we aren’t coming to pull you out.” And that was a shame, because really, she was useful. 

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He sighed. “I was joking. I know you aren’t.” Shrugging, he gestured forward. “Well, go on. Ladies first.” It was easier to forget about what had just happened if he focused on the mission. Not that he wanted to forget. 

He allowed an amused expression to pass over his face. “Sure, I’ll let you. If you behave.” Maybe it’d be nice to stand back and let someone else do it, for once. “If you’re good at it–” which he was sure she was– “I’ll let you interrogate, too.” 

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@redheadarcher//from here

“Consider it a friendly reminder. And an explanation for a lot of my decisions. You have to keep in mind that if someone accepts a bribe, they’re probably not a good agent, and their information shouldn’t necessarily be trusted.” 

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"You don't have to be alone."

“Yeah, well, I’ve tried not being alone before, and that didn’t work out so well.” Closing himself off was... The only thing that was fool-proof. Especially now. 

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Wow. Uh. I honestly never thought I’d get to 100 on here- I’m not the easiest person to be around, and so seeing that many of you like my writing makes me feel a whole lot better. I love you guys so much! 

I can’t honestly saying anything without acknowledging two very important people, so I think I should do that first. 

Katie, the Grant to my Kara, my adorable potato. God, I adore the shit out of you. I remember being so timid and afraid when I first saw you- I was terrified of you! You were so brilliant and incredible, and I was (and still am) a pile of dog crap. Somehow, I got over it, and I’m glad I did, because you are one of my dearest friends. You’re so talented and gorgeous and I am not worthy of such a lovely person like you. Also I miss you. Get ur punk ass back here.

Alexa, my love, my platonic life partner, my best friend, the actual Fitz to my Simmons, the Angelica to my Eliza. I have been so very blessed to have come across you nearly two years ago, on the first of many blogs I’d go through. You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin, you’ve loved me and comforted me and supported me through some incredibly dark times and given me a reason to keep living. You’ve been with me since the very beginning, and it still stuns me that you chose to stick around. You have the biggest heart in the world, you are so incredibly talented and beautiful, it kills me when you’re sad because you’re a state away and I can’t be there to hug you close. You make me smile and laugh and cry- in short, Alexa, you make me a better person. I am so lucky to have you in my life, and I can’t wait until we fuck shit up at SDCC next year. 

[takes a shot of whiskey] A N Y W A Y WITH THAT EMOTION RIDE, here are some awesome people who I adore and love and some who I’m scared to approach. You pick what you are, fam. 

@quietandpasty || @yourecallwrong || @monkeyinawell || @greatdarkprotector || @antagxnized || @anxlgesic || @amaremater || @whoaguyshailhydra || @iwantedflowers || @exhacktivist || @waywardagent || @siinful || @wewereagoodteam || @tremoriisms || @scottishengineer

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“Great,” he muttered, feeling his words begin to slur. He looped an arm around Jemma’s shoulders, his vision starting to blur around the edges. “’m passing out,” he said hazily, grimacing. He wished he could still control how much weight he was putting on Jemma, but he was stumbling. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He slung his arm over her shoulders, trying not to lean with his whole weight– he didn’t want to knock her over. “We don’t have a choice. Anyone asks, just say I’m drunk, or something.”