this was hearts' idea blame her


More Characters under the cut!

 Here it is! The character sketches for the YouTube AU I’ve been working on for months! I’ve got a hell lot of headcanons in my mind for this AU and I’m really grateful to @qi-tana who is going to collaborate with me on this! When I don’t have an upcoming comic, she will have a short (most probably illustrated) fic ready!

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Bts “Cheating” on you-Reaction

Requested by anon

This is like a mini scenario/reaction

scenario: You have been seen with a guy. Fans automatically assume the worst. Bts member decides to hire an actress to kiss him as you walk in the door. As soon as he sees your eyes regret fills him immediately. You leave to another Bts members house whom you are close with for comfort, he finds out this “guy” was your brother. What happens now?


He pushed the actress away and tried to go after you. He didn’t know the exact truth but he knew you were hurt. You soon left his eyesight and he called all the members until he found out you were with Namjoon. By the time he gets to Namjoons house, you were asleep on his bed, snuggling his Ryan Plushie. Tears of regret stung his eyes and he cuddled you close. By the time you woke up, he was explaining everything whilst kissing you.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know”

Originally posted by fawnave


He figured he did his job when you left. He paid the actress her money and she left. His heart was shattered at the idea you cheated on him. Though he got his revenge, there was a hole in his heart. He was taking out his feelings when he receives a call from Taehyung:


S: What?

T:YOU BROKE HER HEART MAN *explains how it was your brother and you’re  crying in his arms*

Suga hangs up the phone and quickly went to Tae. He felt like an a**hole and he held you in his arms explaining everything and blaming himself. 

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions babygirl..”

Originally posted by yoonmin


He was mad at you. How could you walk out acting hurt when you did the same thing?? He scoffed, paid the actress and started to pack your things. He tries to call you to tell you your stuff is here. He’s shocked to hear a yelling Yoongi answer your phone. The minute Yoongi said “your brother” Namjoons heart broke. He understood why you left hurt when he thought it was acting. Namjoon went to you, sat you down and explained everything. He made sure that he would regain your trust.

“You’re my entire world, nothing can replace you.”

Originally posted by jhopeg


Regret filled him as you walked out crying. He thought he was just getting revenge, He didn’t know what he did wrong, but he knew something wasn’t right. He texted you and the members and finally gets a response, from Jimin. Hobi went to confront you, He heard your side of things and he broke down crying. He felt like the worlds biggest idiot. He cried in your shoulder and whispered so many apologies. 

“Please forgive me”

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok


Just like Yoongi, he’d feel proud. He made you feel what he felt and it was over. That is until he gets a text from Hobi who seemed pissed. Jimin tried to have his own back and argue with Hoseok about you. Hobi sends him a picture of you asleep, your eyes still wet from the tears and Jimin just turned into a soft baby. 


Jimin went to you, smuggled you, kissed you, whispered so much reassurance in your ear. You ended up falling asleep in his arms on Hobi’s bed.

“Mine forever. I love you and you only”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


He didnt know what he was doing. Everything seemed so right while it happended, but the way your tears fell, he knew he wasn’t a victim at all. He knew that you didn’t cheat. He ran to you before you could go to Jungkooks house. He let you explain because he only knew what other people told him. He trusted you but Jealousy took over in the moment. He’d pray you’d understand.

“I know i should’ve confronted you, it was my fault. Please still love me the same.”

Originally posted by saikokpop


Confused. Hes like Tae in this sense he knew that he wasn’t the victim, but didnt know why he wasn’t the victim. He gets a call from Jin, who isn’t yelling, but lecturing him on what actually happened and what he should’ve done instead of hire an actress

Jin: Like seriously, kookie, WHO DOES THAT!?!

Jungkook knew he had to make it better, and would try to make sure sure you trusted him again before things go back to normal.

“I’m an idiot, but you love me still, right??”

Originally posted by sugutie


Originally posted by the8-carat

Oakland Tribune, California, March 19, 1922

Here she is, Folks, in all her wicked wonderfulness. The Love Pirate, the Lady Vamp, gloating over her heart booty! Lovely picture, isn’t it?

Yes - and that’s all it is.

Just a picture!

This “vamp” idea has no more place in reality than the fabulous purple Sea Serpent! 

But is she a useful myth?

I’ll say she is!

What would the movies be without her and who would Tilly Jane blame for her Wilyam’s wanderings if we didn’t fondly believe in Vamps?

So let ‘em vamp, say I. It’s 1922 and we’ve been evoluting for millions and milyuns of years, but if we still want out voodoos and boogies, why shouldn’t we have ‘em. Why indeed.

Cool Down

// Hope you guys like this.

Title: Cool down.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Flirty Jerome. //

Y/n groans and sprawls out on the floor. “Can’t we call someone to fix it?” She mutters, rolling over onto her stomach. Tabitha turns around and shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips.

“We already did, y/n. They can’t get here until tomorrow. It’s not that hot anyways,” she motions around. “Do something to take your mind off it if it really bothers you that much.” She turns back around and heads into her room, slamming the door shut. Y/n sighs when Jerome, Barbara and Greenwood all walk into the room. Jerome instantly turns his attention to her, tilting his head.

“Why don’t you go into your room to nap, sleepy-head?” He teases, leaping onto the couch and crouching on it, staring down at her. She groans again and rolls back onto her back, resting her hands on her stomach.

“The air conditioner’s broken.” She murmurs. “It’s so hot in h-”

“Well, that would be my fault, I’m sorry.” Jerome places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.

“Ugh, shut up. I’m not in the mood for your crap.” She covers her face and closes her eyes, hoping that he’ll leave. The sound of chairs being pulled back let’s her know that Barbara and Greenwood are sitting at the table. She can hear the thud of feet landing on the tile and she sighs. Y/n tries to relax, laying out on the living room floor in minimal clothing; a tank top and cotton shorts.

After he hasn’t said anything after a while, she assumes he has left. So, it came as a surprise when she opens her eyes to find him staring directly down at her.

“Jesus! Jerome, what the he-” He reaches down and pulls her up, holding him close to her in a typical movie embrace, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her eyes, one hand behind his back.

“Hey gorgeous, I’ve got a great idea to cool you down.” Y/n scoffs, pulling away from him and beginning to walk away. She was expecting a flirty comment or sexual joke to follow his remark, but instead feels a water balloon explode on the front of her shirt, followed by his hysterical laughter. Her eyes pop open wide, and her arms stick out to her side, palms out.

“Jerome, you little piece of-” he pulls a show of his talent in magic, pulling a water gun out of nowhere, pointing it directly at her, raising an eyebrow in warning. “Okay, well, it doesn’t seem really fair to-” Y/n doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence as a spray of icy water hits her in her face. She holds her hands up to protect herself, stumbling backwards. “Jer-Jerome,” Suddenly, he knocks her to the ground, pinning her and pointing the squirt gun down at her face. “Okay, okay. Peace- I want peace, just stop this stop god dam-” Despite herself, despite trying to make herself sound angry, a giggle slips past y/n’s lips. She begins to laugh, shaking her head, cursing herself slightly for not being able to stop laughing. Jerome smiles, standing up and pulling her up with him.

“So, we’ll just have to do this all day, or you could listen to my other idea.”

Y/n laughs, smiling up at him. “What, Jerome?”

“Cold shower. Of course, I valiantly offer to keep you company,” he places a hand over his heart, smiling innocently, although the glint in his eyes is anything but innocent.

“Oh, shut up, you!” She playfully slaps his arm.

“Hey, don’t blame me for trying…so, is it me? Am I the problem with that idea, or…” Y/n leans forward, her face inches from his. His eyes meet hers briefly before focusing on her lips. After what seems like an eternity, he moves forward slowly, his gaze not moving from her mouth, only closing a few seconds after he presses his lips against hers. Y/n sighs softly against his lips, which Jerome takes as an invitation to pull her closer, and tilt his head, deepening the kiss.

Y/n is the one to break the kiss, breathing in deeply. Before she can move Jerome goes in for another kiss, his hand traveling to the back of her head, attempting to pull her closer to him. She shakes her head, grinning widely.

“No, Jerome. I actually liked your idea, and I think I’m going to take your advice.” She raises her eyebrows, and turns her attention to Barbara. “Hey, could you make sure that he doesn’t try to follow me? Just keep an eye on him please.” Barbara nods, picking up a magazine.

“Keep your boy toy away from the shower while you’re in there, got it.” Jerome growls slightly, staring after y/n as she saunters away.

Fic: Here Comes Revenge (Negan & Reader) One Shot.

I might turn this into a series of one shots, I’m not sure yet.

Title: Here Comes Revenge

Pairing: Negan & Reader

Summary: Rosita may have tried to kill Negan, but you were the fool who gave her the bullet.

Tag List: @negans-network, @thecynicalnerd, @deadlywinters, @attentionseekingprincess

Originally posted by scarletswitch


You had seen Negan beat two of your friends to death, and even then he never showed a hint of true anger. He had laughed, taunted, and threatened, but he was a man in control. But this Negan, whose face was contorted with rage as he roared as loud as thunder? This man was furious and you felt fear like you had never felt it before.

Rosita, slammed onto the ground with a knife pressed to her throat, eyed him defiantly.

You wanted to tell her to look away, to show remorse. Even if she didn’t mean it, at least Negan might show her a small bit of mercy. She remained insolent, uncaring of her fate.

But if there was one thing you had learned about Negan it was that someone was going to pay for her attempt on his life, and it wouldn’t be Rosita.

Rick made Negan angry and Abraham died. Daryl lashed out at Negan and Glenn paid the price. Spencer was lying in a heap at Negan’s feet, and you knew someone else would likely join him.

“This little bad boy made from scratch?” Negan’s bemused voice left you trembling. He was more in control now, more focused, and it was terrifying. “Look at those crimps. This was homemade.”

Your heart began to beat frantically in your chest. Rosita’s rebellious glare never faltered.

“You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here,” it almost sounded like a compliment. Maybe it was, but compliment or not it wasn’t going to save her from Negan’s wrath.

“Arat, move that knife up out on that girl’s face. Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?” Rosita didn’t flinch. The rest of the Alexandrians gathered sucked in a breath.

“Unless…” Negan said, considering, “Unless you tell me who made this.”

Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach.

You knew when Rosita came to you, begging for your help crafting that single bullet, that it had been a terrible idea. You let guilt drive you to accept her demands. She made it clear, she wouldn’t survive long after shooting Negan but she didn’t care. She wanted him dead and that was all that mattered. You couldn’t blame her, everyone wanted to see Negan pay.

But now Negan wasn’t dead and you were all fucked.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Take The Blame

Requested by @fangirl4799

Summary: Y/N unintentionally breaks a law and is sentenced to 50 shock lashes, but she’s on hunt so Bellamy, trying to save her from the punishment, takes the blame on himself.

Word Count: 2388

Originally posted by princessclarke

Bellamy was just about to go to shower when he heard a knock on his door. With a groan he walked over to the door mentally cursing whoever was on the other side, he couldn’t even take a shower without being interrupted. As he opened it his eyes fell on Octavia standing there with rather frantic look on her face.

“What is it, O?” He asked her impatiently getting worried just by looking at her uneasiness.

“Have you seen Y/N?” She questioned him urgently, breathing heavily as she was probably in hurry.

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Moving On

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Prompt: ‘it hurt me to realise you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt even more when I saw you fall in love with her.’

Word Count: 3547

A/N: God I don’t know how this ended up so long, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, but here goes nothing. Pleaaaaseeee if you have any comments let me know, hope you all have a lovely day :)

“Are you sure you want another one of those?”

I squinted my eyes, “you want my money don’t you?” My speech was slightly slurred—even I was taken back. I never got to the point where my speech slurred.

“(Y/N)—“ Dan sighed heavily before swiping my glass from the bar, “you’re not having anymore, I’m cutting you off.” He placed the tumbler into a large plastic tub by the kegs and brought me a glass of water. “And you know I don’t want your money anymore, I haven’t wanted your money for years.” It was true, most nights I didn’t pay for my alcohol—but most nights I wasn’t getting blind drunk to mask my overwhelming sadness.

I gulped down the water, slamming the glass onto the wooden counter as soon as I was done. “I’m so pathetic Dan, look at me.” I could feel my eyes well up, “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” the lump in my throat began to rise as I tried to fight back the tears. “He’s getting married tomorrow and I’m here! I’m here getting drunk and the saddest part is for a year and a half—a fucking year and a half I’ve told myself, told everybody! I’ve told anyone who I could that I was fine—But I’m not, I’m not fine, I haven’t been fine since he left me.” I was flailing my arms; the guy beside me was blatantly staring.

“Aren’t you one of those superheroes?” He asked, a hint of disgust in his tone.

“Fuck off.” I flipped him the finger and turned back to Dan.

“Sorry buddy.” He rushed to apologise to the patron, “why don’t I get you another beer?”

“Forget it,” the man declined the offer, instead he got up and grabbed his duffle coat from his chair. “You’re right,” he said looking me in the eye, “you are pathetic.”

I felt the blood rush to my head, the glass beside me shattering without warning. “(Y/N)!” Dan screamed, before grabbing my hand, “control yourself!” I suddenly jolted back to reality.

“And these are the people we trust with our lives?” The man scoffed before scurrying out the door.

“Fucking prick!” I called after him, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) you can’t just pull shit like that!” Dan slammed another glass of water down in front of me. “You know I love you, but I’m going to have to call someone to come get you, you need some rest.”

“I was dead!” I cried out, “I was dead for 9 months, is that enough time to grieve?” whatever I was saying, Dan wasn’t interested—he was far too busy on the phone trying to deal with the mess that I was. “9 months.” I whispered the words to myself again and again.

“Someone’s coming to get you.” Dan returned to me, “are you done with this?” he gestured to the water.

I nodded solemnly, “please don’t tell me you called Tony, he’ll be really mad with me.”

“I didn’t call Tony.” Dan mumbled as he wiped down a glass, “God knows I don’t wanna deal with that asshole again.”

“Why don’t you come back to the team Danny?” I grabbed his hand, “I miss you, I need you back.”

“It’s been five years (Y/N), I’m not coming back.” He whipped his hand away. “I can’t live like that anymore—it fucks me up, my head, you know?” I could see the pain in his eyes; the job had been tearing him down.

“I never was and never will be cut out to be a superhero.”

The sound of the bell above the bar door interrupted me before I could say anything, I didn’t bother to look at who it was—I already knew they were there to collect me, not that I needed collecting.

“(Y/N)” a familiar voice spoke as they placed a hand to my shoulder, “let’s get you home.”

My body went rigid as I stared at Dan in contempt, “how could you?” I muttered. I didn’t even have to look to see whose hand was on my shoulder, I already knew and I’d never felt so betrayed in my life.

“He’s the only one who’ll take care of you properly.” Dan couldn’t meet my eyes; he knew just how badly he’d hurt me. “The only one you ever listen to.”

“Don’t fucking touch me Rogers!” I shook Steve off of me.

“What’s gotten into you?!” He was confused; he had no idea how I felt. I’d pretended to be fine with his new situation—buddy, buddy, like he hadn’t chewed my heart up and spat it out.

 “Nothing!” the rage that had been building up inside me was returning and it was coming back stronger. I could feel my scalp heat up as the hair on my head turned purple.

 “Jesus Christ!” Steve pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “Stop,” he whispered to me, “stop please.”

All I could think about as he held onto me was, “why is this happening?” Why was he there? Why was he taking care of me when only a year ago he’d tossed me aside like I was no one? “Let go of me Steve.” I pushed him away, the anger refused to subside.

“How much did you give her to drink?!” He directed his frustration towards Dan.

“Don’t blame me Rogers, she’s here because of you!”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but was taken back by the comment, “what?”

Dan rolled his eyes, “you heard me.”

“(Y/N)—“ he grabbed ahold of my hands and looked me in the eyes, “listen to me—I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m gonna get you home and make you a cup of tea, two sugars, no milk—just the way you like it, okay?”

My heart rate began to slow as he recited the way I liked my tea back to me—he still remembered. “You still know.”

“How could I forget?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“I thought—I thought you wouldn’t remember anything anymore, because you stopped loving me.” I was blabbering, but that was a sign I was calming down. My blood stream was going from turbulent to a steady pump and my scalp was cooling—I imagined the purple was slowly fading back to brown.

Steve stared at me for a second, “let’s go home.” He ignored my comment; instead he steadied me on my feet—shaking off his coat, so that he could wrap it around me.

“You’re gonna be cold.” I mumbled, forgetting that he barely felt the seasons.

“I’ll be fine,” he pulled me into his side and walked me towards the door. He didn’t bother to say anything to Dan, but I couldn’t help myself—I had to turn back to look at him, an apologetic look etched on my face. I knew deep down he was just trying to help.

True to his word Steve managed to get me back home in one piece and even stayed to make me tea. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he stood waiting for it to brew. My heart felt like a weight in my chest—a weight heavier than a boulder. Just staring at him made my eyes well up—it was ridiculous, I was an international superpower, there were countries hunting me and nothing scared me more than my love for him. It was so strong and I couldn’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried to escape it.

I pulled the blanket he’d draped around me tightly, my knees pressed to my chest as I sat waiting for him to say something.

“What’s wrong with you (Y/N)?” he asked as he placed my mug down in front of me—his eyes fixated on mine. He was searching them for answers, but I wasn’t sure I could tell him. It hurt me to even think about it, how was I supposed to say it out loud and to him of all people.

“You’re getting married tomorrow and not to me.” I averted my eyes to the floor as soon as the words left my mouth. “You expect me to sit there and be happy for you, but how can I? How can I when that was meant to be you and I?”

“(Y/N)—“ he sighed heavily, “I—you were dead, I thought you weren’t coming back. Last time I waited for someone, I waited too long and that ruined me. I thought if I waited again it’d kill me—It’s not easy you know.” There was clear pain on his face “I loved you, I loved you so much and when you came back I didn’t know how to feel—But she, she was there for me when you were gone, she gave me a second chance.” It had always been hard for Steve to love I knew that. Everyone he’d loved either moved on or died—time had not waited for him and fate had not been easy on him.

“I was only gone 9 months Steve.” I couldn’t stop the single tear from rolling down my cheek. “You know it hurt when I realised you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt ten times more when I saw you fall in love with her.” Being stuck with Stephen Strange meant death wasn’t really death; the whole time he was bringing me back I was able to see everything that was happening back on earth—I was a ghost.

“I still love you, I really do. You were my best friend and god it was hard for me when you died—I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, typical withdrawal you know? I was so damn depressed.”

Hearing him say he still loved me almost killed me inside, but hearing him say he’d been depressed brought me physical pain. I still remembered seeing him struggle and feeling helpless—feeling like it was my entire fault.

“Then why won’t you come back to me?” I couldn’t help myself, the tears started to flow freely and I hated myself for it. I had always tried my best to look strong in front of him and now I was breaking down the perfect façade I’d built.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N),” he reached out to hold my hand. “I thought I—how could I break someone else’s heart like that?”

He was right, but I couldn’t care less. She stole him from me, so why did I deserve the pain and not her? I knew I sounded selfish, but I didn’t care—I deserved to be happy too. “You need to leave Captain.” I set down the cup of tea; “I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve heard my peace; you know I’m still in love with you. If you still want to marry her, then go ahead—but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He got up from his seat and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Why did you wait a year and a half to tell me the truth?”

“Because I care about your happiness more than mine.” I always had and I knew it would never change.

“I would’ve left her, if you had just said something earlier.”

“I just need you to leave right now, I already tried to drink myself to death. God knows what’ll happen if you stay any longer.” Crying in front of him made me feel so small, so weak—he’d never seen me cry before, he’d always been the emotional half of our whole, so having him watch me cry made me angry.

“I’m sorry,” he kneeled down in front of me and wiped away my tears. “I really am.”

“Please go,” I sputtered, “please.”

He nodded, “I won’t see you tomorrow will I?”

I laughed through my tears; he really had the audacity to ask.

“Yeah,” he sighed at my reaction, “that’s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t look like a lovely formal dress to me.” Tony remarked as I shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. He was referring to my bright purple pyjamas.

“Considering I’m not going anywhere today I thought these would be the perfect attire.” I continued to shovel down my cereal—all that drinking had left me with the most unfathomable craving for frosty flakes.

“I’m fairly certain we have a wedding to attend today, or Pepper just shoved this suit on me for no reason.” He tried to shove a spoon into my cereal, but I swatted his hand away. 

Get your own,” I sputtered, my mouth still full 

“Well, I can’t—“ he gestured to the empty box, “you’ve eaten them all.”

I shrugged, “too bad.”

“So wait,” he spoke as he rifled through the cupboards. “You really aren’t coming today?”

“No.” I said monotonously before gulping down some orange juice. “How can I watch the man I love marry someone else?”

He stopped searching for food and slowly turned to look at me. “You still—?”

“Wow I must be really good at masking my feelings.”

“I—wow, just—wow. Count me as not fucking surprised.” He slammed a box of fruit loops down on the counter. “You know for elite crime fighters we really do have an unnecessary amount of sugary treats around.”

“Wait what?” I almost spat out my last beloved mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Well, you’d think that because we were always on the move we’d eat healthier—you know? Have a balanced diet!”

“Tony!” I knew he knew what I was questioning; he was just choosing to avoid it. “I was not talking about the sugary treats.”

“Ah yes, well Rogers is an idiot for not realising that you still love him.” He sat down in front of me, “and marrying her of all people? I’m pretty sure he’s shot her twice, no idea why he’d want to marry her after that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You know I still remember the day—“ I was cut off by the sound of Pepper shouting for Tony.

“Oh no, she’s going to find me.” He says it like he’s worried, but sits calmly in his place—looking quite unnerved.

“Oh thank god there you are—(Y/N), why aren’t you dressed?” She asks as soon as she sees me. 

“I’m not coming,” I gulp down more juice and trace shapes into the skin of my leg.

“Oh,” her face falls, “understandable.”

“See,” Tony speaks up from his fruit loops, “even Pepper can tell.”

“Well it’s not hard to see.” She marches up to the table and slides the bowl away from Tony “we’re going to be late, hurry up.”

He lets out a heavy sigh but gets up anyway, “see you later kiddo.” His tone is different, somewhat apologetic.

“See you.” I say quietly, before grabbing his bowl—not wanting to let the sugary goodness go to waste.

I was watching the time—I knew the wedding would be over, but I couldn’t bring myself to head back home. I’d made my way over to the park just below the tower—it was the worst decision I’d made all day. Everything there reminded me of Steve. It was the most convenient place for us to go on picnics, or to just relax—he even had a favourite tree. The feeling of being surrounded by all those memories made me sick, but I knew I couldn’t go back home. Knowing that everyone would be there celebrating his new life with someone else was the most horrible feeling in the world. Memories of our past seemed better than having to deal with that.

My phone buzzed from inside my pocket, a message from Wanda illuminating my phone 

‘Where are you? Come back quickly, something’s happened.’

It was a very vague message, but something inside me told me that I needed to suck it up and head back home. I didn’t bother to respond, it would only take me a few minutes to get back to the tower anyway.

As I got up I noticed someone jogging towards me—someone in a suit. Assuming it was someone from home, I picked up the pace. Surely if someone had left the reception then the situation at headquarters was bad.

When I notice exactly who was running towards me I almost threw up. “Steve?” I questioned, my voice shaky.

“(Y/N)—“ he stopped in front of me, barely out of breath. “I didn’t do it.”

I felt my heart pound in my chest like it was trying to escape. “You didn’t do what?” I held my hand out to cradle his face, before averting my eyes to his left hand in search for a ring.

“I didn’t marry her—the whole time, all I was thinking about was you—thinking about how I call your name in my sleep when I have a nightmare, or how I can remember every small detail of your body and end up looking for them on her, thinking about all your small quirks and how I loved every single one of them. The whole time, for the past two years, I’ve been trying to find you in her—and for a second there I had myself convinced, because I thought you didn’t love me—But I know now, I know it’s you.”


“No—“ he raised a hand to silence me, “don’t try and tell me otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I squeaked out the words as the lump in my throat began to rise. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to look vulnerable, but I am—I am vulnerable and I need you.”

He pulled me towards his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around me. “You don’t need me (Y/N), you love me and I love you—but don’t ever say you need me, because I know you. I know how strong you are, and no woman as strong as you could ever depend on a man and nor should she have to.”

I wriggled myself out of his grasp and stared at him in awe, “this is why I love you so much.” I was crying again, but this time I wasn’t angry with myself. Because, for once showing emotion got me what I wanted. “You’ve always known the right things to say.”

“Somehow it’s all natural with you,” he grinned before looping his fingers through mine.

“Don’t get cheesy with me Rogers,” I moved towards him so that our faces were only millimetres apart.

“Is this the point where we dramatically reconcile with a kiss.” He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk spread across his face.

“It won’t be if you keep talking.” I whispered, before his free hand made its way to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him—before I knew it our lips were slowly moving against each other. I knew he was smiling even though my eyes were clamped shut—Steve untangled his hand from mine and used it to grab my waist and pull me closer. I hadn’t felt happiness for a year and a half and yet in the space of five minutes I couldn’t think one unhappy thought—everything felt right again. My whole body was buzzing, from my toes to the hair on my head—he was like a drug, my body responded to him automatically—like he’d said before, it was all natural with us.

He pulled himself away from my lips and kissed my neck, a small shiver ran up my spine as his soft breaths hit the sensitive skin. “God—“ he whispered, making me twitch “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Stop,” I sneered, “or you’ll make me cry again.” I wasn’t lying, if he kept going the way he was going I was bound to end up a puddle.

“I can’t help it,” he pulled away. “It should feel strange to be with you again, I should feel bad, but I don’t I mean—“

“It’s okay to feel bad,” I knew deep down he had an ounce of regret.

“I know it is, but she understood. I think she saw it coming—I think everyone saw it coming.”

“How are we going to go back in there?” I bit my lip as I looked up at the tower, “they’re going to be angry.”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “Sure it might be uncomfortable for a few days, but I’m certain 95 per cent of that room didn’t want me to marry the wrong person today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely, I mean Natasha and Tony practically ambushed me before the ceremony and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I imagined the two of them just sitting on Steve’s bed, waiting to have an intervention. “Well then Rogers I think we should take this public display of affection and turn it into a private one.”

He re-looped his hand with mine and shot me the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “I think you’re right.”

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 8/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 7

“Steve, man, you’ve gotta call Tony,” Sam warned, watching Steve hesitate before dialing the number. “This is way bigger than what’s going on with you guys.  If you don’t do it, you know damn well that I’m gonna.”  He waited patiently for his answer of what Steve would do, standing steady in a striking contrast to the trembling nerves that had taken the confidence from the normally unwavering man in front of him.

“I know,” he groaned, “but what do I even say?  Hey, Tony, not only am I harboring the guy who killed your parents, but now I’ve got (Y/N) thinking that it was her because she did something that I never should have asked her to do in the first place?  If he ever considered forgiving me for everything that’s happened, I’ve completely shattered that idea now.”

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take this burden - part 17

[ when I’m with you - Ben rector ]


They pulled into the driveway around six.

In the last hour, Mo Guan Shan had become steadily more anxious.

‘Ready?’ He Tian asked.

‘Not at all. You?’

‘Nope, but that’s never stopped me before.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled at that, nodding.

He Tian let himself out of the car, pocketing the keys and walking around to the other side, waiting for Mo Guan Shan.

When he didn’t move to open the door He Tian opened it for him, extending his hand.

‘Cowboy up, kid, let’s do this shit.’

Mo Guan Shan took He Tian’s hand and let himself be pulled from the car.

‘What the fuck does that mean?’

‘No idea. Jian Yi said it to me once and it made me get out of the car too.’

‘And to think, I thought you were the crazy one.’

He Tian laughed and began to drag him towards the front door.

They stopped on the porch.

Mo Guan Shan dug his keys from his pocket.

‘Why am I so nervous?’ He wondered out loud as he turned the key in the lock, steeling himself and pushing the door open.

Before they even had a chance to remove their shoes, someone threw their arms around Mo Guan Shan’s neck, fondly telling him he was an idiot and that she hated him.

She spotted He Tian, releasing her brother.

‘You’re not…’


‘Oh, good.’ She sighed, relieved.

‘I thought I was going to have to punch you.’

He Tian shrugged.

‘The night is young.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

His sister jerked her head around, looking at him in astonishment, and back to He Tian.

Before she could say anything they were joined by two more people.

His mother hugged him, nearly as excited as his sister had been but with tears in her eyes.

His dad did the same, kissing him on the side of the head.

They noticed He Tian at the same time, wearing matching looks of confusion.

‘Hey, let’s take this to the living room.’ Mo Guan Shan suggested.

His mom led them out of the small entryway.

‘Mom, dad, this is He Tian.’

No response.

‘I’m not who you think I am.’ He Tian informed them.

Mo Guan Shan’s dad chuckled.

‘We’re going to go get some drinks.’ He announced, dragging his wife from the room.

‘He Tian, this is Rou.’

She nodded, turning away and leading them to the middle of the room where she perched on a large armchair.

He Tian and Mo Guan Shan settled on the couch across from her.

She had long, red, hair and Mo Guan Shan’s eyes and looked about thirteen years old.

He only knew she was older because he’d been told.

She studied He Tian intently.

‘He’s super hot, where’d you find him?’

‘Rou, really?’

‘It’s ok.’ He Tian assured him.

‘She’s right. I am, in fact, super hot.’

Rou laughed.

Their parents joined them at exactly the right time, both of their kids smiling.

They passed out drinks, settling on the final piece of furniture, a large couch perpendicular to the three of them.

‘Can we just get to the bottom of this and avoid tiptoeing around it for the rest of the evening?’

Mo Guan Shan’s dad asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded enthusiastically.

Mo Guan Shan: ‘As you all know, This is He Tian. We met recently. The man i left with is…out of the picture.’

Dad: ‘What happened to your face?’ His dad asked.

Mo Guan Shan: ‘Fight club.’

He Tian and Rou laughed.

The parents looked alarmed.

Rou: ‘Guys, he’s kidding.’

Mom: ‘Where are you staying?’

He Tian: ‘With two of my good friends.’

Dad: ‘What do they do?’

He Tian: ‘Jian Yi is an EMT. Zhan Zhengxi is a police officer.’

Dad: ‘And what do you do?’

He Tian: ‘I own a nightclub.’

Mo Guan Shan’s family collectively nodded approvingly.

Dad: ‘Are you moving back here?’

Mo Guan Shan: ‘I…I don’t think so. Not right now.’

Mom: ‘Are you two…together?’

No one in the room seemed opposed to that.

Mo Guan Shan: ‘Y-yeah.’


It seemed like the right thing to say at the time.

Mom: ‘anything else?’

Mo Guan Shan: I’m taking Felix.’

Rou: ‘bullshit!’

Mom: ‘it’s his cat. We can’t stop him.’

Mo Guan Shan: ‘I miss him.’

Dad: ‘I haven’t seen that cat in weeks.

Rou:'he’s been pouting since Guan Shan left.’

They ate dinner.

He Tian told them about his club.

They shared obligatory embarrassing stories about Mo Guan Shan.

Everyone drank just a little bit too much.

He Tian offered to help with dishes.

That’s what they do in the movies, right?

His help was refused in favor of Mo Guan Shan’s.

He Tian sat on the couch alone for a few minutes, planning to text Jian Yi and fill him in, when he was dragged from the room by Rou.

She led him up the stairs and onto the balcony outside her room.

‘Are you going to make me say it?’ She asked.

He sighed.

No pleasantries here.

‘I’m not going to hurt your brother. As long as I have anything to say about it, no one is.’

‘When did you two meet?’

He Tian had to think about that.

‘What day is it?’



‘You met him on Tuesday? Like…this Tuesday?’


‘So…this all happened pretty quick?’ She asked stupidly.

He Tian huffed out a laugh.

‘Oh yeah.’

‘And you two are a couple?’

‘Honestly, I have no idea.’

She nodded slowly.

‘Yeah, we’ve all been there.’

‘Any advice?’ He Tian asked sincerely.

‘About my brother?’

He Tian nodded.

‘Unfortunately, no. That man is an enigma.’


She laughed.

‘I like you. I think you’re good for him.’

‘I like you too. And I am.’

She smiled, taking a drink.

‘You should come to Vegas, check up on him. I know you’re worried.’

‘You’re just saying that.’ She accused.

‘I’m really not. I have an extra room, and if you’re not comfortable with that I’ll put you up in a hotel.’

‘Are you serious?’


‘Fine. I’ll drive down next weekend.’

‘Should I book you a hotel room?

‘No, I’ll stay with you.’


Their names were called from downstairs.

'They’re taking shots. Prepare yourself for the person Mo Guan Shan becomes when he starts on the tequila.’ She teased.

He Tian blinked at her.

'That’s a fucking ominous.’

'Yeah, that sounded bad. He just becomes uncharacteristically affectionate. It’s cute. Sometimes.’


That is very ominous indeed.

He had to get a handle on this. He was barely holding it together as it was.

'Where’s the restroom?’ He asked as they let themselves inside.

She pointed him through a door to the right.

'See you downstairs.’

He closed himself in the bathroom, checking the lock several times before sinking to his knees on the soft rug and struggling with his belt.

Any doubts he had about masturbating in a total stranger’s bathroom went out the window when he managed to free himself from his jeans.

Knowing it was awful, he thought about Mo Guan Shan.

His body, each time he’d seen it, bruises and all.

His eyes when he smiled.

The way he bit his lip when he was nervous.

The way he’d offered to…He Tian couldn’t even complete the thought.

It took less than a minute.
He stood.

Fixing his clothing.

Washing his hands.

Splashing his face with cool water.

And sat on the edge of the tub, getting his breathing under control until it was time to join the world of the living.

When he entered the room, Mo Guan Shan looked at him in confusion.

Rou winked obnoxiously, quickly holding her hands up to show she was joking.

Their parents didn’t look up at all.

He resumed his place next to Mo Guan Shan.

‘You ok?’

He Tian nodded.

'Yeah, just tired.’

Feeling Mrs. Mo’s eyes on them, He Tian turned Mo Guan Shan around by the shoulders and pulled him against his chest.

For the act, of course.
Mo Guan Shan placed one hand over He Tian’s and the other on his thigh.

He Tian reached down, toying with the hem of the shirt that, before Wednesday, no one else had ever worn.

His knuckles grazed the warm skin of Mo Guan Shan’s stomach.

The redhead tightened his fingers on He Tian’s thigh and he was beyond relieved that he’d just…taken care of himself.

Otherwise he’d have made Mo Guan Shan uncomfortable.

No one wants to be poked in the back with an erection with their parents in the room.

Eventually, the movie ended.

Mo Guan Shan’s mom announced that she and her husband were going to bed and that, obviously Rou would be taking her room and Mo Guan Shan and He Tian would be sharing his.
‘I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.’ He Tian told her, secretly wishing she’d buy into it.

'It’s ok, dear. It’s not like you’re going to get him pregnant.’

Rou laughed so hard she needed to sit back down.

Wow, mom.’

Mo Guan Shan’s dad shook his head, leading her from the room.

I’d blame it on the alcohol, but she’s always like this.’

Rou excused herself, bidding them goodnight and disappearing up the stairs.

The other two followed.

Mo Guan Shan had managed to drink quite a bit while He Tian was gone and needed a little bit of help up the stairs.

Rou pointed He Tian in the direction of the room, telling him if he hit the coat closet he’d gone too far.

He Tian’s heart sank when they finally pushed through the door.

He had a twin bed.

And that was if he was being generous.

Honestly, he had no idea how even one adult could fit in that bed, much less two.

He sent Mo Guan Shan to the bathroom, telling him to take a shower, and trying to figure out the most comfortable way to sleep on the floor.

Eventually, he gave up.

They’d shared a bed last night, surely tonight would be no different.

Afew minutes later, Mo Guan Shan emerged in nothing but a towel, running a hand through his wet hair.

I can go grab your clothes from the car.’ He Tian offered weakly.

Mo Guan Shan shook his head.

He reached the bed and dropped his towel.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

'Mo Guan Shan, will you please…’
Before he could continue his protest, Mo Guan Shan climbed onto the mattress and straddled He Tian’s lap.


No no no.

This is NOT how it’s going down.

He Tian laughed shakily.

I’m really tired, can we talk about this tomorrow?’

Mo Guan Shan shook his head, leaning down to kiss him.

He Tian had gone through rehab for one of the most addictive drugs in the world, and this was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to turn down.

He stopped Mo Guan Shan, pushing him away gently with two hands on his chest.

Mo Guan Shan, we’re not…’

The redhead sat up quickly, frustrated.

He Tian, if you’re not-’


He Tian placed a hand on his lower back, using his other arm to steady himself and his legs for leverage, he got Mo Guan Shan on his back before he could register what was happening.

He leaned over Mo Guan Shan, gripping his jaw to keep him still and lowering his voice.

'Mo Guan Shan, I have never, NEVER wanted anything more than I want you, but you’re not ready. When I do fuck you - when, not if - we are going to be alone, and you are going to be, at least mostly, sober. There will be no doubt in my mind that you want it, and you won’t lose a second of it to any mind altering substance.

Mo Guan Shan stared up at him, but didn’t interrupt.

'I know, for the most part, you’re intentions are good. But you need to understand something. I am not a nice person. I have made nothing but bad choices, but I am NOT doing this with you. Stop pushing me or we will both regret it. Do you fucking understand?’

Am I the only one that doesn’t get a say in when I sleep with you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, clearly becoming frustrated.

He Tian climbed off him.

'As of right now, yes. Put your clothes on and go to sleep. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.’

Mo Guan Shan said nothing as he stood, collecting his clothes from the bathroom and dressing quickly.

Several minutes later, they were back to back on the tiny mattress.

I’m sorry.’ Mo Guan Shan whispered.

'So am I.’

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Just Some Cancer Kids

Write-A-Thon: Lit Day (3)

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Basically TFIOS, you know the drill most likely

Word Count: 4,069

Tags: @hamilton-of-issues, @demonwolfnightmare, @jeffmadsrqandrp, @melonhamster, @mishaisakitten, @bestfluteninja, @nitrogennerd, @weareallhamiltontrash, @closestfriendivegot, @nefarism

A/N: So I wanted to do this because a) angst b) Jamilton c) several of my family members have died from cancer so I can relate somewhat. BY the way, I do use some actual quotes like the “it’s a metaphor” part just so you know.

Cancer. It was a six letter word that scared anyone senseless, for relatively understandable reasons. After all, an average of over half of a million people died from it a year.

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Give It A Chance

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Request:  @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl : Hey I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do ReaderxWinter Solider where the reader is Sharon Carter’s friend or cousin or something and Steve and Sharon try to get them together but the reader has had her heart broken before so her walls are high and Bucky doesn’t think he deserves for anybody to care about him

Author’s Note: I am SO SORRY for writing so less lately. I just have really less time. I’ll be regular from now on. I have used gender neutral pronouns for the reader’s lover. The reader is Sharon’s best friend and works for S.H.I.E.L.D.i have also used a prompt i read somewhere(just thought might mention it) hope you like it!

Warning(s): swearing and mentions of heart break.

Word Count: 2300

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

You lied awake in your bed, just staring at the ceiling. It was weird how sometimes your gaze gets fixed at a point and you can’t do anything but, stare, stare and do nothing but breathe. The few moments of nothingness were comforting but the thoughts would follow soon after. The ceiling would become a screen and play all those memories, all those painful memories that would make your heart ache again. You didn’t feel hurt anymore all that filled you up was anger. You didn’t want to waste any more time mourning over a lover who didn’t deserve you. it was them who lost someone who loved them, not you. as the storm started to rise in your brain, you sat up and sighed.

The monotonous beeping of your alarm clock soon followed and you shut it off with a slam. You ran a hand through your hair and got out of your bed.

You walked out of the bathroom after getting ready. Your eyes were fixed at a file as you walked in your bedroom.

‘took you long enough.’ You heard someone and held your arms in front of you in defence. ‘it’s just me (y/n).’ Sharon smiled at you and you rolled your eyes.

‘just refresh my memory, why did I give you the keys to my apartment again?’ you asked putting the file in your backpack.

‘well,’ she stood up from your bed. ‘I’m your best friend and colleague. And you have a habit of putting your life in danger and often get injured so..’

‘yeah, yeah. Why are you here?’ you asked.

‘I thought we could go to the facility together and maybe go somewhere after that.’ She said and you gave her a suspicious look. ‘what?’

‘I am trained to detect a lie, Sharon. You don’t exactly “spend time” with me after you and Steve got together. Damn, is he that good? I thought he wasn’t even a good kisser.’ You smirked as you saw her cheeks burn a bright shade of red. You walked into your kitchen and started to make your coffee.

‘hey, that’s not true!’ she said walking behind you. ‘he’s-‘

‘I don’t care! I was kidding, I would love to spend time with you.’ you smiled and sipped at your coffee.

‘good.’ She smiled. ‘then you won’t mind if Bucky and Steve join us.’ she took a seat and you choked on your coffee.

‘fucking again?!’ you coughed and she handed you a tissue. ‘I told you how I feel about this whole setting up thing.’ You crossed your arms over your chest.

‘yeah, but you two are perfect for each other. Give it a chance! Steve and everyone else thinks so too!’ she said and your eyes grew wide.

‘the hell do you mean by everyone?’ your eyes grew wide.

‘oh, not like everyone, just all the avengers.’ She tried to explain.

‘that makes me feel so good.’ You smiled sarcastically and she sighed.

‘come on, (y/n). please, he likes you, you like him. you both deny it, you both got issues, you both are professional killers- ‘she stopped abruptly. ‘sorry, but just think about it please?’

‘nope, I don’t wanna ruin it and I need a break after… you know, them.’ you looked down. ‘I will go with you though. You haven’t spent time with me in so long.’

‘okay.’ She smiled.

You both were sitting in your favourite coffee shop after spending the day together. It felt nice to distract yourself and be with people who cared. It was so comforting. The aroma of the coffee and the spirals of vapour were certainly comforting. You looked around and smiled. your smile soon faded and a certain heat rose to face as you saw two very familiar faces.

‘what the-‘ you breathed. ‘I thought they weren’t going to be here.’ You kicked Sharon from under the table

‘ow!’ she rubbed her leg and looked back. ‘hey! It’s not my fault! I can’t stop them from going anywhere!’ she whisper-shouted.

‘I know you both planned this!’ you whisper shouted back.

‘hey Sharon!’ Steve smiled brightly as he spotted you both and made his way towards your table. Bucky followed him with a small smile. It wasn’t like you didn’t like Bucky. He was amazing and everything you could ask for in a man but, you couldn’t pull yourself together and let someone in just yet.

‘hey sweetheart.’ Sharon got up and hugged him and you stood up as well. ‘what are you doing here?’

‘hi (y/n),’ he shook hands with you and sat beside Sharon. ‘we were just walking around and saw this place. It seemed nice so we just thought of stopping by.’ He said. ‘sit down already, buck.’ He said to Bucky who stood awkwardly by the table.

‘yeah, come here’ you scooted away and patted the seat beside you. he muttered a ‘thanks’ before sitting beside you.

‘you look great. I’ve never seen you wear something so… feminine.’ He said and you chuckled.

‘well, I wouldn’t have if Sharon didn’t make me. You look good too, seems like you’re finally trying new stuff.’ You said and he smiled.

‘all thanks to Barbie over here, who keeps nagging me to do stuff I don’t like.’ He pointed at Steve and he rolled his eyes.

‘Barbie?’ you grinned. ‘damn, I wish I had thought of that one.’ both of you engaged in a deep conversation.

‘look at them.’ Sharon whispered to Steve as you two were lost in your own world. ‘they are just so perfect for each other but no one has the guts to tell the other. It just drives me crazy.’

‘I know, I mean look he’s smiling! He never smiles or looks at anyone like that.’ He replied. ‘you can’t really blame him, with his past he thinks he doesn’t deserve her.’

‘and she won’t make a move until he lets her know he wouldn’t break her heart like her previous lover.’ She sighed. ‘I wish I could just- I have an idea!’ she turned to him.

‘what?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘we can- ‘she leaned closer to him.

‘ew, don’t do that in public. What happened to PDA, Rogers? Has my friend been a bad influence?’ you said and Bucky grinned. Sharon shot you a glare and you smirked.

‘no, we were just, um, talking.’ He stuttered as a pink smudge appeared on his cheeks.

‘pretty intimate talking.’ Bucky teased him.

‘well, none of your business.’ Steve shot him a glare. ‘hey (y/n), we have some work we would like your help with.’

‘are you sure I am needed?’ you asked and Sharon kicked you under the table. ‘god, I didn’t mean it that way. Get your head out of the damn gutter.’ You rubbed your leg. ‘what do I have to do anyway?’ you asked.

‘oh, um, we have this person who needs to be interrogated, and since you and Bucky are both you know..’ Steve tried to find some better words.

  ‘scary professional killers?’ you suggested and Steve nodded hesitantly.

 ‘yeah, so can you go to the other facility and do the work?’ Steve asked and you nodded. ‘great, Bucky will pick you up.’ he looked at Bucky. He shot Steve a glare before smiling at you and nodding.

‘someone’s getting better at lying.’ Sharon whispered to Steve.

‘you have no idea.’ He smiled at her and she chuckled.

You looked in the mirror and fixed your uniform. You brushed your hair and reached for your tinted lip balm before you retrieved your hand. What were you doing? It wasn’t a date, it was a job. Were you trying to look good for Bucky? But you thought you weren’t ready yet. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind.

‘it’s nothing.’ You said to yourself. ‘just relax.’

The bell rang, you slung your bag on your shoulder and opened the door.

‘ready?’ Bucky gave you a small smile. it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was a sweet warm one. Something he saved for a few. You were so glad you were one of those few.

‘you bet.’ You smiled brightly at him.

The drive to the place was quiet, but it was a nice silence. A one filled with comfort, not the awkward one. There were a few jokes and some little conversations. It was nice. It made you feel happy. Being with Bucky seemed to give you a sense of healing. He felt the same with you.

But, no matter how hard he tried he could never think that he deserved you. he just couldn’t believe that he deserved happiness. No matter how much they told him it wasn’t him who did all that, there still was this part of him, deep down, that believed that he did those horrible things.

You walked out of the interrogation room with a smug smile plastered on your face.

‘so…?’ he asked.

‘so, there never was a plan B, it was just a lie to distract us.’ you stood next to him.

‘you are good at this, what’s your secret?’ he asked.

‘that’s for me to know and you to find out.’ You grinned. ‘let’s sit in the conference room, we can wait for the others there.’ You said and he nodded.

‘I seriously wanna know how you made him talk, the guy wouldn’t budge when I questioned him.’ Bucky crossed his arms and looked at you.

‘it’s just my technique. I just exhaust them, annoy them and get in their brain.’ You shrugged.

‘you make it sound so easy.’ He said.

‘hey, so what were you and Steve doing there the other day?’ you asked.

‘punk said I needed clothes and dragged me out of the facility.’ He said.

‘he wasn’t wrong to do so.’ You smiled. ‘you seeing someone?’ you asked trying to be as casual as ever.

‘no, I-I, just don’t think I deserve someone. I don’t want to waste someone’s time. Who would want to be with me anyway?’ he scoffed and you felt the pain behind his smile. how lowly he must have thought of himself that he felt that way.

‘you deserve every ounce of happiness this world can offer, Bucky. You might think I am crazy to say that, but one day you will not. I wish you can be as happy as once wished to be.’ You smiled at him.

‘what’s taking them so long?’ Bucky got up to open the door, only to find it locked. He struggled with it for a while before turning to you. ‘it’s not opening. I think we’re locked.’

  ‘what do you mean?’ you tried to open the door but couldn’t succeed. ‘well, they’ll be here soon. No need to worry. It could’ve been wor-‘you were about to complete your sentence before the light went out. ‘Bucky, did you turn off the lights?’

‘no….’ he said.

‘then we might have a problem.’ You sighed and sat down.

  ‘seems like we’ll be stuck here for a while’ he sat beside you. You both sat in the silence for a while before he decided to break the silence.

‘do you really think someone can actually like me?’ he asked with hesitance.

‘of course, I don’t know much but I do know this one thing, we all have this one person who has the ability to make us believe again. I must be sounding silly but, one day you will find someone, who will help you pick all the pieces. Maybe they won’t be able to heal you properly but they would surely fix you and make you happy. I wish you find them soon.’ You kept your hand on his. Bucky felt a warmth spark inside him when you said those words.

  ‘(y/n)?’ he asked and you hummed in response. ‘I-I have feelings for you.’ he blurted out and your eyes grew wide. ‘I am only able to say this because, well, I can’t see you. you-you make me happy. I had forgotten how to smile when I looked at someone. You gave me a feeling so beautiful back, I don’t wanna lose it. if you think that there’s any chance, even the slightest, that this can work, hold my hand. If it’s a, no, let go. I will understand and I hope it won’t affect our friendship.’ He ran a hand through his hair as his heart started to beat wildly. Every second was like an hour, like something precious was slipping away from him, again. What had he done?

You thought for a while, was it worth it? what if you ended up hurting him? what if he didn’t like you after he came to know you properly? What if it ended like last time? What if he didn’t find you good enough?

Regret it or risk it; a tiny voice inside your head said. You had to decide, you could either be bitter and refuse, or, you could be brave and give him a chance, give something beautiful a chance. You took a deep breath, smiled and intertwined your fingers with his. It took him a moment to realize before he faced you.

‘you-you are…?’ he stuttered and you grinned. You placed a kiss on his cheek and caressed his cheek.

‘you are an amazing person, I’ll be happy to go out with you.’ you said and he took a breath of relief. He pulled you in a tight embrace. ‘you’ll have to be a little patient with me.’

‘anything for you.’ he mumbled in your hair. ‘is it just me or do you think that Steve and Sharon are behind this too?’ he asked as he pulled back.

‘hell yeah. You can get Steve I’ll take care of Sharon.’ You suggested. ‘after a date, sure.’ He kept an arm around you.

While you’re out there flirting with all those other girls, she’s sitting at home cluelessly bragging to her best friend about how amazing you are. Don’t mess this one up again, don’t take advantage of her kindness. Don’t end up being like the rest of the guys in her past. Because I promise that she will move on and get over you. And when she does find someone who respects her, you’ll have no one else to blame but yourself.
—  Excerpt #74
Stradivari (An Adlock x Eurus Fanfiction)

(I get waaaaay too crazy when I write fics, and switching from Irene, Eurus, and Sherlock’s characterisation here is an internal experience on its own. This is exhausting to write tbh. Should I make a blog post about it? Gaaaaaah, whatever. On to the fic!)

The wind howls intimately against the crashing waves as the helicopter touched the cold cement of the building. Sherlock turned up the collar of his coat to hide his neck from the chilling breeze, entering the confines of Sherrinford to provide company for his sister. 

It was devastating just to think that he had promised her home and yet she’s still locked up like nothing’s changed. But if there is one thing he has gotten into terms with through the years, it’s that home is not a place, but it is a sanctuary found in the arms of the people you hold dear. 

His eyebrows furrowed as soon as he heard the echoing tune from her chambers, the familiarity of the curve of the notes making him sigh. 

With her back to him, she played the theme he wrote for The Woman, her head slowly swaying to the solemnity of the music. She paused for a moment, recognising that he had entered the room, and continued playing until the edge of the last note she had heard from him when she asked him to play once before. 

“Can you teach me the rest?” Eurus said calmly, putting the violin down to her side and turning to face her brother. 

Sherlock squinted at her, trying to guard his expression. “You told me we’re playing Chopin on my next visit.”

Eurus tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at her brother. “That’s way too easy. No story. No excitement. I want to know more about this.”

Taking his own violin in hand, he started to tune the strings, eyes avoiding his sister’s. 

“We both know where this is going. Just tell me and save us both the agony.” her voice had a sing-song tone to it, drawing near the glass to look at her brother closely. 

“I’ve written it a long time ago.” Sherlock muttered, plucking some of the strings. 

Eurus’ stare was boring deep into him, and he could tell that she was studying him closely. 

“Oh, I’m not interested in when. I want to know why you changed the way you play it.” 

Sherlock put down the violin to meet his sister’s eyes, reading into her knowing expression. “Did I?”

Eurus smiled. “Oh, yes. I can tell. The way your fingers caress the strings… The absolutism in every stroke of the bow… When you wrote it, it was meant to show grief, frustration… confusion.”

The older Holmes remained stoic, still waiting for his sister to conclude her own amused inquiry. 

Her eyes turned to look at his fingers against the bow, a smile creeping up her face. “Now it’s full of passion,desire, longing… How long was it then when you last slept with her before we met for the first time? A week ago? More like two… three days?”

Sherlock looked at her pointedly, sensing a challenge in his sister’s voice. He figured there was no point in arguing. “Just out of a quiver of a note?”

Eurus smiled, looking pleased with herself. “That… and the cuffmarks on your left wrist that day. I’m quite surprised Mycroft didn’t notice.”

The detective gave an amused smile. “Oh, he did. He just got caught up with everything that he failed to make a fuss about it.”

There’s a slight relief that came with the sight of Eurus’ eyes twinkling with glee, and he could already tell she wasn’t giving up the matter at hand. It was not the best idea to have her be curious of Irene Adler, but it was already a lost cause. Needless to say that even if he didn’t want to admit, Eurus somehow made it easier to talk about The Woman. 

He saw his sister walk over to her bed to reach for her violin once more, looking at him expectantly as she claimed the form to play. 

“From the beginning, then.” Sherlock commanded, holding his bow to start the melody.

With Mycroft’s request, his next visit dawned earlier, much to Eurus’ demand. 

“I can’t play it right.” the younger Holmes snapped upon the arrival of her brother. 

Sherlock studied the tense movements of his sister, amused at her rampage. “Mycroft tells me you’ve memorised the piece entirely.”

“It wasn’t complicated, Sherlock, but what I can’t accept is why it doesn’t sound right. With you it was easy to read everything into the music, hardly a difficult deduction, really, as you are already well aware… but even if I try to channel the intricacies of the emotions you weaved into playing, it doesn’t work. As I’ve said before, what’s the point if the piece being beautiful and right isn’t the same thing?” 

There was spite in her voice, as if she was given a problem she cannot solve and the situation was foreign. Sherlock could recognise the same tone, similar to a tantrum, as he was also prone to such when he finds himself blind on a case. 

Still, how does a mind surpassing Newton unable to come into terms with a mere violin piece? 

Breathing heavily after playing Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Sherlock could not hide his surprise upon seeing how quickly Eurus had recovered from the extraneous piece, her fingers curving once more to start what happened to be a screeching mess of notes. 

“What is it now?” he tried to hide the annoyance in his voice, but failed evidently. 

Eurus looked livid, playing an earsplitting tune that caused a violin string to snap. Sherlock looked at her, bewildered at her actions, to which her expression turned blank. 

“I would need another violin.” she said in a deadpan voice. 

Sherlock took it as a dismissal and turned to take his leave when his sister called once more, still in the same chilling voice, with another request. 

“And on your next visit, bring her.”

Eurus was not accepting any visitors unless her request was merited. 

“Oh for God’s sake! Have we really gotten to the point where family affairs and petty arguments involve bringing in national criminals in an institutionalised facility, who, by the way, are supposed to be officially dead?” Mycroft sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

John couldn’t help but snort at the statement. “And this is new because…?”

Mycroft glared at the doctor, to which Sherlock laughed. The eldest Holmes darted back to look at his brother, a sour smile in his face. 

“You think this is funny, Sherlock? Who thought it was a clever idea to confuse our dear sister with matters of the heart?” Mycroft hissed. 

“You’re blaming me?” Sherlock spat back, rolling his eyes at Mycroft as if the suggestion was preposterous. 

John scoffed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but Mycroft does have a point. You fed her this obsession, mate.”

Mycroft scorned. “Sentiment is not something she’s very familiar with, dear brother. She sees romance and love on a spectrum that is to be analysed logically — something you claim to be unfamiliar with but we all see the obvious. I believe — and hope in the heaves above — that she will come into a conclusion once she meets Irene Adler.”

The helicopter ride to Sherrinford was silent. 

Sherlock could feel Irene’s eyes trained on him curiously, but with only the information that Eurus wants to meet her, he couldn’t blame the burning look she was giving him.

“This will be interesting.” Irene mused, sliding the coat off her back before entering the room where the youngest Holmes resided. “Should I expect her to be worst than you?”

“You’ll know when you meet her.” Sherlock simply said as he followed her in. 

They saw Eurus sitting on her bed, expectant upon their arrival. Sherlock saw that his sister’s eyes were quick to scan Irene’s gait, expression turning from unreadable to purely amused.

“You exceeded my expectations.” she said bluntly, completely ignoring her brother, eyes only focused on The Woman. 

Irene gave her most intrepid smile, meeting the other woman’s challenging gaze with a spark from her own. “And that is?”

“I know you will be easy on the eyes, but I didn’t expect you would… sting.” Eurus simply replied. 

Sherlock studied the two of them, eyes piercing towards each other. It was like watching a dance on flames, and he was sure that if someone was going to get scorched, it would most likely be him. 

“I take that as a compliment. You’re not so bad yourself.” Irene addressed Eurus with a slight nod, causing the latter to narrow her eyes. 

Walking closer to the glass and still not acknowledging her brother, Eurus asked Irene to draw nearer. Sherlock wanted to protest but clearly they are lost in their own game, and he remained where he stood. 

“When you walked in, I thought the song made less sense, but seeing how my brother has been hovering nervously at the corner since you entered, I go back to where I stand.” Eurus affirmed haughtily. 

Irene grinned. “He pretends to be distant than he really is, but he’s easy to read. But I’m sure you already know that.”

Eurus looked amused. For the first time since her visitors arrived, she turned to her brother, and as quick as a whip, her voice was demanding. 

“Play it.” 

Sherlock looked affronted. “Why does it matter that much?” 

“Because I want to know why I’m wrong. I don’t like being wrong.” she said, deadpan, reaching for her violin as well.

Irene was watching in full interest, a smile playing on her lips as Sherlock rolled his eyes, giving in to the request. 

He sighed, fingers slightly trembling. He realised that he only played the piece for Irene once, a couple of years ago, the courage supplied by slight intoxication.

Taking his bow, he started, as accompanied by his sister. Halfway, he realised she stopped and left him to finish on his own, eyes fully focused on his movements, mirroring Irene’s own steady gaze. 

Lingering on the last note, Sherlock gave the bow one last stroke, before ending completely. 

Gathering his composure and trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck upon meeting Irene’s eyes, he turned to his sister. 

“Well?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Eurus pursed her lips slightly, before giving him a nod. “Interesting… I need to rest. You may leave.”

Irene raised her eyebrows in amusement, walking towards Sherlock. “Pleasure to meet you.” 

Instead of replying, the youngest Holmes took her violin in hand and started to play Paganini Caprice No. 1 with brevity.

“Until my next visit, Eurus.” Sherlock breathed before heading out. 

To his surprise, Eurus abruptly stopped in the middle of playing, sniping a remark at both him and Irene before she continued to play as if nothing happened. 

“Judging by the tension, I suggest you take the third room three corridors from here. I assure you it’ll be free from disturbance. ‘Til next time, Sherlock, Ms. Adler.”

“You didn’t take my advice. Was it easier to have sex in your flat? I assume the landlady wasn’t very happy about the creaking floors.” Eurus stated bluntly after finishing another piece from Bach. 

Sherlock let out a sigh, expecting his sister’s comments were long overdue ever since he arrived. 

“So, Eurus, what was your experiment about?” he asked, also curious about the conclusions her sister drew from the brief encounter with Irene. 

He saw her studying him, as if he was nothing more than a specimen for her to dissect. “I won’t play it anymore. Only you can play it. You make it beautiful. I can only play it right.”

“I thought you believe the two has to be the same thing?” Sherlock mused. 

“You proved me wrong. It was a song only you can play because you play it for her. I can’t play it because I don’t see her like you see her, and clearly romance or whatever is it you have with her is not something I’m akin to. But for all graciousness, and as I am fond of you, dear brother, then I would not butcher the song you obviously hold so dear.” 

Eurus recited the words as if it was a monologue she was merely reading, but Sherlock figured it was as sincere as she could get. 

“I… ah… thank you.” was all he managed to say. 

“Oh, but one last thing Sherlock.” Eurus noted.

Sherlock’s brow furrowed, wondering what could it possibly be at this point. 

“I’d like Irene to be my Christmas present. 5 minutes of unsupervised conversation would do.”


Old Friends New Lovers  DarylxReader were good friends before the outbreak and have been separated after the prison has fallen. Will they reunite before they reach terminus?

Rough Hands, Soft Touches - Daryl’s words are harsh as he picks up and leaves for Merle. Upon his return he does everything in his power for the reader to forgive him.

Dollies and Promises - There may actually be a spot in Daryl Dixon’s heart that isn’t full of rage and furry. After finding a toddler on a run, Daryl brings home gifts for her and makes a promise to the reader.

Charred Hearts - Everything seems to be falling apart for the reader, they’ve lost their parents, has a sibling stuck in Woodbury, and has mixed feelings with Daryl. To top everything off, the reader takes the blame for Carol’s mistake.

Bedrooms - DarylxReader are out on a run and find the reader’s hometown along the way.

The Governors Trap - DarylxReader have been captured by the governor and are being tortured until they give up the groups’ camp. 

Lost Time - DarlyxReader dated before the apocalypse, but Merle didn’t like the idea so much. Years later when they meet up, there is someone new in Daryl’s life that he’s not expecting.

Never Enough - (Personal) The reader is worried about her self image and feels that her survival skills are not up to par with the others.

Pierced - Daryl discovers a new kink.

Tough Fronts - The reader has to clean Daryl up after he fights with Tyreese. 

Before You - Daryl catches a glimpse of the reader’s past and finally knows her weakest points and struggles. (warning: smut and self harm.)

Storm - Rick and the group encounter the reader and her dog, but Rick isn’t so sure about letting them in. Daryl decides he like the reader and stands up to Rick.

Together Again - The reader is the youngest Dixon sibling and after a long while, they are finally reunited.

Baby Dixon - DarylxReader are given the chance to see their baby through an ultrasound.

The Chemist -  Reader is teaching Carl how to make weapons to help defend the base while Daryl is secretly interested in their knowledge. 

Something New - After the reader takes care of Daryls cut, she notices he may be more interested in her than she thought. She decides to tease him and test her theory.

Stranger - New secrets come out about the reader that Daryl never even thought of.

Kitty - Daryl finds a baby kitten that he and the reader decide would be a great addition tho their little family.

Morning Haze - Daryl proposes to the reader.

Gone - Daryl begins to worry when so much time has past and the reader still hasn’t come back from a run.

Protected - The reader gets hurt, so Daryl feels that it is his job to step up and save the day.

Trooper - While out on a run the group encounters an obstacle that leaves the reader injured

Purple - Daryl has a hard time controlling himself after the governor has his way.

Freshman - After being friends with benefits for awhile, the reader and Daryl both decide they need something more.

The Better One - DarylxReader have been spending a lot of time together, but Merle doesn’t like that idea.

The Secret Killer - During the fall of the prison, the reader is shot down, but when Daryl arrives to her location, she is long gone.

Unbuttoned - ReaderxDaryl have a little alone time and decide to put it to good use. Things get heated fairly quickly for the couple once they stumble into a vacant room. Warning: Contains Smut.

Negan’s Baby - What happens when Negan has the line up ready and his prey picked out when he comes face to face with someone who meant the world to him? Will things change or will someone else take a beating from Lucille instead?

Don’t Blame It On Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: Sam saved the reader’s life and keeps in touch with her throughout the years
Word Count: 4333
Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst
A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s 20K fic Challenge. Based on the song prompt Wild Heart by Stevie Nicks. This idea just came to me and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Wrote more angst than I anticipated, oopsie.


You eventually blamed yourself.

If only you didn’t have a stubborn dreamlike hope in your heart.
If only you moved on like any sensible person would.
If only you never answered your phone.

But they were your life choices and through it all you’d do it all over again.

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Low blow

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

So, this is something that popped into my head, and I couldn’t let the idea sit, so here it is. This is what happens when I can’t sleep. (Also, @obsessed-withthe-hales is partly to blame for this idea forever ago with her Derek baseball fic, AU, “Curve Ball”.)

Words: 1,432

Warnings: None. That I am aware of. But mainly just fluff.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

I do not own Star Wars. Or it’s characters. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for anything? My soul says yes.


“No, no, no! You have to swing it like this,” Stiles cried, imitating a seemingly perfect swing of a bat with a nice follow through, as he said the last word. His voice almost swooped like his arms, lilting just the tiniest bit, even a little breathy, as if the action was sacred or whimsical.

Staring out to wherever the mystical, pretend ball he had just knocked out of the park, the smallest of smiles on his face, finally his arms fell to his sides once again as he looked back to you, pulling a signature face at the stone cold expression you wore. “What?” It was loud, over exaggerated, his face screwing up like he ate a lemon, and once again his arms flew up, this time held widely out to his sides in question.


It was all you said. It was all you could say.

Half of you wanted to yell, and scream, and basically pick up a handful of grass off the lacrosse field and throw it in his face, no matter how childish and ridiculous that was.

But that was only half of you.

The other half wanted to smile. To laugh at his antics, give in to the sarcasm and shoot him an eye roll, maybe even banter a little bit back at him.

But you were torn between grass throwing and wit battling.

So all you could utter was a name. The source of your dilemma. The reason you were torn between two totally different emotions.

“Y/N, look,” he finally said, pulling you from your thoughts. “You have to know how to protect yourself.”


“Hut-tut-tut!” He held up a finger, silencing you to all but a huff. “Don’t give me that Derek look. Tall, dark, and brooding may be able to make it work, but on you? You just look like an angry flower.”

“A flow- Do I even want to know-”

“You know, that kid who gets cast as the ‘third flower from the right’ in the kindergarten play, and because she is angry with the world for casting her in that role when all she ever wanted to be was ‘fourth tree on the left’ she stood there, arms crossed, lips all pouted out and a scowl on her face as she refused to dance with the other little girls in their matching flower costumes?”

A moment of silence settled between you two, along with a growing grin on your friend’s face.

“You little- You remember that?”

“Why do you think I called you Daisy?” He laughed softly.

You blushed. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe you thought I was cute or pretty or something. We were five, Stiles! And it stuck.”

He was biting his bottom lip to contain his laughter.

You smiled sardonically, looking down at the ground with a dark chuckle, tapping the bat against the grass. “That was a low blow, Stilinski.”

“Oh, don’t be such a grumpy gus, come on. You grew up to be a very beautiful, if still somewhat terrifying when you scowl like that,” he pointed at your face, “flower, and I, for one, want to see your beautiful if not somewhat terrifying face for many more days, which is why, Daisy,” it was times like these you wished you were a wolf like Scott, “you have to learn to protect yourself.”

“With a bat.” Your voice was dry, emotionless.

“With a bat.” He nodded once in confirmation, pointing to the thing in your hands.

You stared at the long, aluminum bat in your hands, waving it gently back and forth, you saw it catch the light from the headlights of the Jeep in just the right way, and you smirked. “You think of this as a lightsaber, don’t you?”

After stammering a few seconds, his mouth opening and closing a few times, he sounded offended. “I do not!”

You laughed softly.

“But now I do.” He said it so quietly you almost missed it.

“So, Master Stilinski,” you swung the bat in a circle, rotating your wrist, and you had to admit, you felt very Jedi yourself. He narrowed his eyebrows at you, his lips starting to curl up in a genuine grin. “I have been told by the Council that my sparring technique is quite rusty, and makes me a liability to my team on missions. I hear you are the best sparring partner around. Care to teach me a few things?”

You could swear literal sparks went off in his eyes. “Dear God, I actually got aroused by Star Wars.” He mumbled the words quickly and quietly, obviously meant for himself, probably not even meant to be said out loud. Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, he cleared his throat, swiping at his nose once in that way he always did, and scratching the back of his head before finally saying, “Oh, hell, come here.”

He helped you position your arms, holding the bat just so, just like before, but he couldn’t wipe the dumb grin off his face.

And neither could you.

“No, no,” he said, grabbing your wrist gently, his hand enveloping yours around the handle of the bat. “More like,” he came around behind you, doing the same with his other hand, his chest pressing against your back, leaning into you to help shape your body into what he was asking. “More like this,” he finished, jostling his hands a little, proving to you how strong this stance was.

You both realized just how close you were in the same instant. His breath was hot on your neck, his grip on your hands tightening, and the rest of his body pulled flush to yours. A shared look, however brief showed you were both on the same thought trail. Eyes flicked down to lips and back again. Tongues came out to moisten suddenly dry lips. Features began to blur as your faces grew closer.

“Stiles,” you all but whispered, smiling gently at his rough swallow and strangled hum in acknowledgment. “Is that a lightsaber in your pocket, or are you just really glad to see me?”

His lips parted for a moment before you both burst out laughing. He took several steps back, and you turned away, more to hide your blushing cheeks than anything.

“Hey, Stiles! You mean something like this?” You swung the bat, but because of your sweaty palms, on the pull back, it flew out of your hands, and before you could look, you knew where it landed.

Stiles was crumpled on the ground, a few feet behind you, obviously on his way back over to you when it happened.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry! Are you okay? Oh, come on, Stiles! It was just your stomach, and I can’t be that strong! Quit being such a- a- a…… Pansy!”

He chuckled but immediately grimaced, rolling over onto his side, into the fetal position.

“Low blow, Padawan. Low blow.” His voice was strained.

“Are you talking about my flower nickname joke just now, or is that in reference to where I hit you?”

Stiles just looked at you, and your lips drew into a thin line, a single nod in acknowledgment all you could muster.


“No, no,” he said, waving emphatically from his position on the ground, grimacing and rising to a seated position, mumbling, “I’m gonna puke.” After a moment, a held up finger in request of silence and time, and a rough swallow, he slowly stood up, standing with his legs a little further apart than usual, but it looked like a battle with his knees wanting to turn in and cross, possibly even buckle under him. “I said I would teach you, and I will. I just think,” he picked up the bat with a brief look of disgust, flipping it in the air so he held the end, extending the handle to you, which you took in both hands, tentatively, “this time,” he moved behind you once again, resuming the stance, “I need to keep my hands over yours.”

As he moved you through the motions of a wind up slowly, pulling your arms back, and effectively pulling you closer to him still, his voice was right in your ear, quiet, almost whispered. “And just to be on the safe side, I think standing right here keeps me out of the line of fire.”

“Good idea,” you whispered back, finding that smirk once again on your face.

“I thought so, too.” You could hear his own smirk. “But don’t be so surprised. It’s the only kind I have.”

Patsy and Delia Season 6 Kiss Fic!

What can I say, I’m as upset about Patsy going away as all of you, and to add insult to injury our girls didn’t even get a goodbye kiss - which for those of you keeping score makes Number Of On-Screen Kisses Shared By The Second-Longest Running Couple On The Show = 0

So I wrote a thing. I wrote it quickly and in a heightened emotional state but I wrote it and now I feel a bit better :)

It was @pea-green​‘s idea that I share it with the class so you can all blame her :p

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Strange Magic/Megamind FanFic – “Holiday Hues, Butterflies and Blue”

My Strange Magic Secret Santa Gift for the wonderful @whimsicalitywheee, who requested shenanigans between the cast of Strange Magic and Megamind! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that you get as much joy reading this as it gave me to write it! 

My very first crossover fanfic, and I can’t think of two finer fandoms for it =)


“You know, he has something like glamour.”

Marianne arched an eyebrow at the woman sitting across from her, intrigued by both the statement and by how those pretty blue eyes of hers flashed with keen intelligence and warm curiosity. An adventurer’s spirit. They were only halfway through their cups of tea, and she already liked her immensely. “Oh, does he?”

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