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IT HAS BEEN FOUND!!

I CANNOT thank @xoxalwayschangingxox for pointing me totally in the right direction!!! Especially since time had warped certain parts of the story in the summary I provided 😅

The so-much-better-than-I-remembered-it story is the five-part I Needed You by @ofheroesandvillains - I’ve linked it here because _everyone_ needs to give it a read IMO!

@xoxalwayschangingxox I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am, I can only hope that one day I can return the favor or pay it forward ❤️

Of Heroes And Villains

I Needed You - Bucky Barnes

Words: 3.7k Warnings: Mentions of abuse (of the HYDRA kind - no details), angst-ish, reader doesn’t understand feelings(?) - never tried tha

Have You Seen This Fanfic?

I once again find myself turning to fellow fandom lovers in hopes of finally tracking down a Bucky fic that has been on my mind for YEARS!!!

It’s a super angsty fic, where the heroine (I can’t remember if she’s a “Reader” or OFC) loves Bucky but he starts dating someone else (I want to say it was Dottie?) Buck begins neglecting his Avenger duties and when the heroine gets into a life or death situation (because Buck refuses to go with her / he won’t answer his phone?) it might be too late to save her.

I want to say it was a five chapter fic, I read it all but the last chapter and of all the fanfic that I’ve ever read this one HAUNTS ME! Buck was such a dick to the heroine and seemed rattled when he realizes he may have caused her death.

Have You Seen This Fanfic?

I once again find myself turning to fellow fandom lovers in hopes of finally tracking down a Bucky fic that has been on my mind for YEARS!!!

It’s a super angsty fic, where the heroine (I can’t remember if she’s a “Reader” or OFC) loves Bucky but he starts dating someone else (I want to say it was Dottie?) Buck begins neglecting his Avenger duties and when the heroine gets into a life or death situation (because Buck refuses to go with her / he won’t answer his phone?) it might be too late to save her.

I want to say it was a five chapter fic, I read it all but the last chapter and of all the fanfic that I’ve ever read this one HAUNTS ME! Buck was such a dick to the heroine and seemed rattled when he realizes he may have caused her death.

Are there WandaVision spoilers in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier?

I’m woefully behind on the former but dying to start the latter!! Pretty-please, I’m counting on you all to help a fangirl out!

Good For You - B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Modern AU. Kinda angsty, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of ptsd, suicide, anxiety

A/N: I wrote this in honor of our beloved Bucky’s birthday (yes, this is a few days late) I also just think it’s important to recognize the struggle that war vets go through on the daily. As someone who had family in the military, it sucks to watch them come home and not know how to live a civilian life. What is portrayed in this imagine is not the life of every vet, but the truth is…most are struggling. They’ve seen and done things that no one should ever have to, but they do it so we as civilians don’t have to and can live freely. veterans deserve the world. be kind. 

Torrid. Sweltering. Iraqi heat. 

The low rumble of a humvee. Buzzing flies. 

Grumbled complaints, laughter following.

Cold steel of a semi-automatic. 

Silence. 

A high-pitched ringing. Smoke. Panic. 

Hot sand. Flashes of light. Pain. 

“Sergeant L/n…L/n…Y/n…”

“Y/n, hey. You alright?” 

You blinked once. Twice. A third time before you finally came to yourself. You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes locking with a pair of warm brown ones. It had been months since your last flashback thanks to your weekly meetings with a former Air Force pilot, Sam Wilson. He had approached you at the VA after he spotted you trying to sneak out. Bathroom or an exit strategy, you couldn’t really tell the difference. You had only gone to the meeting because your brother thought it might be good for you to attend one. There was a lot rolling around in your head. There was a burden you were carrying that no one could carry alone. Your brother knew that and if you wouldn’t open up to him maybe you would open up to someone who could relate to you. Months later you were thanking him for pushing you to go because there you had met your best friend and confidant. Sam was a light in your life when you never thought you would see light again. After getting back state side, he took it upon himself to help new war veterans. Though it took you awhile to warm up to him, you were grateful to talk to someone with shared life experience.

“Flashback?” Sam asked, his voice understanding. In the first few months of your meetings, you couldn’t go a day without seeing what had happened. It haunted you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t outrun it. So you stopped trying. For awhile it felt as if you were drowning. You were too tired and the surface was too far. You were in so deep that there was no sunlight to guide you back. But slowly, your sessions with Sam allowed light to penetrate the surface. Each session allowed the light to go a little deeper guiding you up until you could grab onto Sam’s hand and he could help you up the rest of the way.

“Yeah…but I’m good.” Your voice was firm. Believable. To anyone else they would have moved on and changed the subject. Sam had gotten good at reading you. Your eyes told the story your lips refused to tell. “What were you saying?”

He nodded, shifting in his seat. “There’s a group meeting tonight. You don’t have to talk, but I think you should come. The people there…are good people.”

Your eyes glanced over the brick building that held the stories of many men and women who had been neglected by their country. Men and women who deserved better. You sighed as you pulled open the glass door, the solemn atmosphere hanging over you like a cloud. It didn’t matter that the sun was shining brightly through the windows, the things that were shared were anything but bright and uplifting. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jean jacket, your feet padding softly against the tile floor. The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you rounded the corner into Sam’s room. He sent you a smile and a wave from where he was standing across the room. You returned the smile before grabbing a styrofoam cup and filling it with the warm liquid. Slowly, the room began to fill with veterans who usually had to fight the war going on in their heads alone. But for two hours, they were able to fight alongside those who understood. Those like you.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Sam said, his shoulder brushing your own. He grabbed his own cup, filling it coffee, neglecting cream and sugar.

“I am too.”

You sat silently towards the back the room, listening intently to what was being shared and the bits of wisdom Sam threw out for the taking. He was such an easy-going, caring person. He was easy to talk to, never judged. There was a sincerity in his eyes that deemed him trustworthy. That’s why so many people liked him.

So far only four out of the twelve in attendance had shared. Steve- a tall, blonde, former seal who served six tours located all over the world. He was the physical embodiment of a soldier. You had seen him around the VA and Sam’s place before. He was kind, but his eyes held the weight of one who had seen too much. Tony- a marine whose story surprised you. He was smart and came from a wealthy family. He joined the military because taking over his family’s business didn’t appeal to him. He was quick witted and had a cocky smirk that made everyone roll their eyes. Natasha- A fiery red head who served as a Navy intelligence officer. She now worked in the private security business, but carried around a load of baggage from her days in the military. Clint- Former army sniper who retired after nearly being killed. He decided it was time to throw in the towel before he left his wife a widow and his three kids without a dad.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, we have someone new tonight,” Sam mentioned. He held out his hand to a man sitting on the left of Steve. There was a ball cap atop his head, his shoulder length hair tucked behind his ears. He sported a brown jacket on top of a worn, red henley that was much too tight for his frame, dark blue jeans, a pair of black combat boots. “This is James, aka Bucky. It took a lot to get him to agree to show up, so please make him feel welcome. Let’s take a break.”

Soon the room filled with low chatter and Sam’s presence was felt behind you.

“Army vet,” he muttered shortly. “Five tours. He’s been home for a year cooped up in his apartment dealing with his mess. It’s torn him apart. You should go talk to him.”

You turned to him, an eyebrow raised.

“You’d be good for him,” Sam replied. He’d be good for you too.

Before you could object, Sam had pushed you in Bucky’s direction. You turned around, subtly flipping him off before taking a seat next to the brown-haired man. He glanced at you and you offered him a small smile.

“I, um, just wanted to introduce myself,” you said softly. “I’m Y/n.” You extended your hand, which he took hesitantly.

“James,” he muttered back. “Do you come to these often?”

You nodded, pulling your hand back, your fingers grazing over the callouses on James’ palm. “Sam forces me to. I don’t really have a choice.” An airy chuckle passed through your lips. “They help though,” you added, “If that’s what you’re really wanting to ask. I’m not a very open person either. Coming home with no purpose, no orders, and with what was going on inside my head…was detrimental. It’s not overstating things to say that Sam saved my life. I was hesitant to come too, but it was worth it. I’m here.” I’m alive.

He tilted his head up slightly, his eyes bouncing around the room nervously.

“I talked to Sam privately. I don’t feel comfortable talking in front of a group like this.” 

“Does it have to be Sam?” He asked. “Like can I maybe talk to you?” 

You were taken aback by his question, your eyes widening in surprise. Everyday was an uphill battle to keep your thoughts under control. Trying to help someone else with their trauma was a huge step. A step Sam had been urging you to take. “Me?” 

“You don’t have to,” James rushed, “you just seem…nice.” 

“No, no, It’s okay, We can grab coffee somewhere, or meet here.” 

“What about you’re place?” James suggested. 

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds great. How does tomorrow sound?” 

It was a five o’clock on the dot when there was a knock on your apartment door. You stood up and rubbed your sweaty palms on your jeans. You weren’t sure how Sam was such a natural, but you were already nervous. Opening the door, you were greeted with James. He was basically wearing the same thing as the day before, but instead of a red henley, a dark blue one covered his torso. His right hand was stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, a tight-lipped smile on his face. 

“Hi,” you said softly, “Come on in.” 

You watched as James’ eyes raked over your apartment. It smelled vaguely of the coffee you had brewed and fresh hardwood. To his left was a panel of windows with a beautiful view of the city. The sun was just overhead sending a stream of light into the room making it naturally warm. It’s homey, he thought to himself. A few picture frames littered the walls, a couple on the tables on either side of the couch. A particularly large picture caught his eye. A wide smile was on your face, your arms thrown around what seemed to be people from your unit. Your skin was kissed by the sun and James was sure he had never seen a more beautiful woman. Even though the photo was a little blurry, he could see the light in your eyes. A light, that looking at you right now, your eyes seemed to lack. 

“Can I get you anything?” You asked, noticing how James hadn’t made any movement towards the couch. 

“Water is fine.” 

You returned from the kitchen with two glasses of ice water. James followed you to the couch where he sat down next to you, leaving a considerable amount of space between the two of you. This is the second time he had left his apartment in a week. He wasn’t sure the last time he actually had the will to get out of bed.

“We don’t have to deep dive into anything personal today. I know we don’t know each other and I know that this is weird for the both of us. You can ask me a couple of questions if you’d like.”

James sat stiffly on the couch, his knee bouncing slightly. “Where did you serve?”

“Germany, Egypt, Afghanistan. You?”

“Yemen, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Syria, Japan.”

You turned towards him, pulling a knee onto the couch. “Thank you.”

James glanced at you quizzically. “For what?”

“For what you did for this country. I know you don’t get told often enough. None of us do.” There was a sad smile on your face as you made eye contact, James’ blue eyes searching your own. His eyes were beautiful, though they had more darkness than any pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. They told his story and displayed the icy waves that threatened to pull him under.

“I don’t remember the last time someone said that to me,” James said sadly.

“Well, if no one else ever does…I will.”

Over the course of the next few weeks, not much was shared between the two of you. You learned that James wasn’t much of a talker, but he enjoyed listening to you. He enjoyed the comfort and warmth that you brought. Although he didn’t talk much, he was gradually becoming more comfortable around you. He was no longer sitting stiff on the edge of your couch. He knew where the glasses were to get himself water. He even suggested leaving your apartment a few times. You were proud of the progress he was making. It was slow and subtle, but maybe that’s what he needed.

Something was off. James could tell. You were unusually quiet and fidgety. Your usual calm demeanor was replaced with something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after twenty minutes of silence.

Your head snapped up, fingers messing the dog tags around your neck. “Nothing.” Not once had James seen you wear your dog tags or, as a matter of fact, seen anything that related to the army except for pictures.

“It’s an anniversary,” James put together, “You lost someone.”

Naturally, your gaze fell to the picture of your unit on the wall. An overwhelming sadness crept over you, your shoulders slumping, furrowed eyebrows tugging at each other.

“I-“

James cut you off before you could speak. “We don’t have to talk about it. I understand…and if you want to be alone, I understand that too.”

“No,” you shot back, “No, I want to talk about it. I want you to stay…please.” There was a desperation in your voice that you hated and that James had never heard before.

“I’ll stay. I’m here,” he reminded.

You swallowed allowing yourself to feel the emotions you had been trying to push away for a week. “We were in Afghanistan.” A distant look formed in your eyes. “Just a routine drive around the outskirts of the city. We stopped to talk to some the people…the kids would always run up to us because they knew we carried candy. This day we were taking a different route. It was a route traveled by locals so we just assumed it was safe…as safe as it could be for Americans. If we went under fire…there were fourteen of us. We could handle it. I remember having an off feeling about traveling this new route, but you always have an on edge feeling in a place like that. It keeps you aware. I shrugged it off, but I should have known something was wrong when there were no locals on the street that day. Officer Cale had said something undoubtedly hilarious. He was special. He made our time in the desert a little more bearable. He was in the passenger seat, I was behind him. I remember looking out of the window and spotting little patches of disturbed ground. I was going to say something, but it was too late. Our humvee didn’t take the hit…the one in front of us did.” Your voice was shaky, a stray tear rolling down your face. “Ours flipped upside down. I can’t remember what happened in the time of me getting dragged out, but I remember being under heavy fire. It was nine against at least two dozen combatants. We held them off for awhile, but more of them just kept coming. I was shot twice. My thigh and my arm. There was blood…everywhere. I thought I was gonna die that day.

Cale told me that there was a chopper two mikes out from our position. We just had to make it there. We had the advantage being at the top of the hill…so we made a run for it. He carried me most of the way there. We could see the chopper, but then we fell. Um, C-Cale had been hit. Twice in the leg, the other a dead shot.” James let his head fall, a shaky breath falling from his lips. He shifted closer to you, his hand reaching out to wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks. He let his hand fall to your lap, hesitantly intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his palm weekly, thankful for the comfort and something to ground you. “He died trying to save my life and all he has to show for it is a damn purple heart. They had to leave his body and when they went back for it it was gone. Four of us made it out alive, Bucky. Ten of my brothers and sisters died. I got to come home, they gave me a purple heart and silver star, and told me live my life. Hide the trauma, forget what happened. I don’t go a day without thinking about them. And sometimes I wonder if maybe I should have died out there too.”

If you weren’t pouring your heart out to him, Bucky would have relished in the way his nickname rolled off your tongue. Instead, he pulled his hand from your grasp and shrugged off his jacket. You glanced up at him and then down at his left arm. A prosthetic. Not once had you noticed it. “IED. Pakistan. I lost everyone too. My arm…or lack thereof, reminds me of it everyday. Because I was their Sergeant, that guilt has driven me over the edge more than once. If I hadn’t met you two months ago…I don’t think I’d be here right now.” His confession caused you to sob harder and suddenly, you were met with a warm chest and a chin on top of your head. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, Y/n. You don’t hear it enough.”

You weren’t sure how long you guys stayed there and you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when you woke up you were still on the couch. An arm was wrapped securely around your waist holding you flush against them.

“Sleep good?”

You jumped, your head shooting over to where the sound of a familiar voice was coming from. “What are you doing here?”

Sam chuckled. “You didn’t answer my calls yesterday. I came over this morning and walked in on this.” Bucky shifted, his grip loosening allowing you to sit up and slide off the couch.

“I should have never given you a key,” you muttered. Your brushed past him, moving to start a pot of coffee. You could feel Sam’s heavy gaze on your frame causing you to turn around. “What?”

“Are you alright?” Sam’s voice was low, a hint of worry laced in his eyes.

You nodded your head, your eyes falling to the sleeping man on your couch. It was probably the most at peace you had seen Bucky, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. “Yeah. I’m alright.

You followed Sam over to the door. He was halfway out of the apartment when he asked, “Was I right?” He’d be good for you too.

“Aren’t you always?”

A smile covered his lips, “You deserve to be happy. He does too.”

“I know,” you replied. “Thanks for checking in.”

“Anything for you. Call me later.”

You watched Sam down the hall before the shutting the door trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“Sam invading your space again?”

You turned around, a laugh falling from your lips. “As always.” You watched as Bucky sat up, patting the space next to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“The best I have in a long time,” Bucky answered honestly.

There was a short pause as you thought of what to say next. “Thank you for staying.” You reached out to grab Bucky’s hand giving it a short squeeze.

He brought the back of your hand to his lips before his dropping your tangled hands onto your lap. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

Please tell me after watching Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian - am I the only one who found themselves low-key shipping Cara and Mayfield?!

Mayfield had two or three “that’s my future wife” moments in the first part of the episode and then Cara threw a “just maybe I’d let him take me for a drink” vibe after complimenting his shooting towards the end.

My dad balked and rolled his eyes when I commented but I know I can’t be the only one!

Mayfield + Cara = Mara ❤️

Help!!

I’ve spent two days scrolling through tumblr, Pinterest and Google trying to find a piece of fan art inspired by last week’s episode of Mandalorian (“The Jedi”) and I can’t find it!! 😭

It’s of Baby Yoda (aka Grogu) “talking” to Ahsoka and telling her all of the “names” Din had given to him like “No”.

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

The Mandalorian - Reference Guide for Writers

Despite not writing fanfic since a severe bout of depression a few years ago, I still soak up research in my favorite fandoms just in case my muse returns. 

In honor of all of my fellow Mandalorian fans I figured I’d share the notes I took during the season two opener “Chapter 9: The Marshal” (2x01)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT  (and apologizes for my handwriting!!)

Note - Peli’s pit droid “names” are my own creation, it’s just how I refer to them in my head :P 

BB-8 is often written as a corgi in Star Wars!modern fanfic... so what would R2, Threepio and D-O be?

I don’t think I’ve gotten through one of your series without sobbing at some point and I love you for it @tropes-and-tales

Rafael Barba Prompt:  “You’re overthinking – I’m yours...”

From the “Soft Sentence Starters” list, found here!

A splendid anon sent in this ask a very long time ago:  "“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” with Barba please? xx”

Part of the prompt mini-series:  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

You didn’t see Barba for a while after that morning, and as time passed, the more your anger at him mellowed.  And when you finally caught a glimpse of him at the courthouse, he gave you a sad smile and a nod, and any lingering resentment disappeared completely.

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I live for @gwendy85’s #reylo videos. They capture and convey both the tragedy and hope of life, the same intertwined mix we see in the Jakku scavenger and the Jedi Killer.

From the moment Kylo removes his helmet, kneeling before Rey I knew there was something special there. The chemistry is palpable. And so began the weaving of two souls, each with their own scars and losses, into these star-crossed lovers.

If ever there were to be the introduction of the so-called “Grey Jedi”, Rey of Jakku and Ben Solo turned Kylo Ren are it. They’re a balance, a force that when united can change everything.

This is what I’ve been working on all night. My new Reylo music video to the tune of instrumental music. It’s basically Rey and Kylo’s story. Clips from TROS included.

I would’ve uploaded this in youtube but I got a copyright strike. Hopefully it stays in dailymotion.

Ever sort of want to have a kick to the face, squeeze your heart sort of reaction to a fic? Well @imamotherfuckingstar-lord slays it in this one ❤️❤️ It’s so subtle and authentic, I absolutely love it.

Just Ride

Daryl Dixon x Reader

“You ready?” Spencer called from the gate, waiting to open it up. Daryl nodded to Spencer, who pulled back the gate, Daryl sped forward passes a few walkers lingering outside. The wind blew his hair from his face, his blue eyes squint to focus on the empty road ahead. He can feel your arms wrapped around his waist, tightly holding on; the warmth of your head against his back, even after you got use to riding with him, you still held on so close. And when you felt brave enough, your fingers would creep up to his wrist, caressing them softly. It would bring a rare smile to Daryl’s face, one that always seemed reserved for you.

It was a 15 minute drive to today’s destination, one Daryl visit frequent, many times with you. It was your favorite spot near Alexandria, where the two of you could be fully alone, in the real world; not hiding behind those safe walls. It was near an abandoned cabin the two of you came across one day on a hunt. The two of you cleared it of the one walker inside, spending the day there. It was the first of many trips taken to the cabin, often wanting to escape the confinement of Alexandria. On one trip, Daryl held your hand as the two of you were walking to his motorcycle, when you noticed a tall patch of grass behind the cabin. You pulled the archer toward it, “Daryl, come on.” He tried to hold back his amusement, but when it came to you, he never could stop smiling. You brought a light into his life that never existed, that he felt undeserving of.

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I’ll be the first to admit I’m a total trope groupie and AS ALWAYS @sourwolf-sterek32 has managed to make me have a high pitch squeak + happy dance moment in this one.

The trope in question is modeled by Mr. Reeves below

I’m a sucker for the “one person protects the other by covering them with their own body”. It is so rarely used anymore!! Artfully delivered in this chapter in what might be an unnecessary move but it says SO MUCH about the feels between Daryl and the heroine.

I think one of the things I love best about this fic and something that I don’t know if I’ve ever seen delivered as perfectly in any fandom, is that the fic isn’t about a Mary Sue heroine, it isn’t a snog fest of the heroine and Daryl... It’s truly just the retelling of the story with a truly charismatic and original character.

Course, the slow burn between the heroine and Daryl is just the cherry on top ❤️

Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not. 

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

Chapter 10- 

“Did you just lock us in?” You heard Glenn question from somewhere and you quickly spun around and sighed with relief when you spotted Carl, realising that everyone was still together and nobody had left the room yet.

“You son of a bitch. You let us out of here!” Daryl yelled and you turned back around just in time to see him throwing the bottle of alcohol before he ran towards the doctor. Jenner was now sitting on a chair by the computer, but Shane quickly grabbed Daryl before he could do anything.

“Jenner, open that door now.” Rick ordered, marching over to him as you adjusted the strap of your assault rifle over your shoulder, your eyes scanning the room for any other exits. 

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Hey, I just wanted to drop by and say thank you so much for your support on my Daryl x reader fic. Your comments just brighten my day and honestly makes it feel like my writing is worth it, so thank you so much ❤️❤️

Your writing IS worth it! It’s been years since I’ve written/posted anything but I definitely know the inspiration/muse food that readers share can not only help your writing/muse but really can make all things a little brighter. I always valued when people would comment on my work and I always try and take a few moments to show my appreciation as a reader. Seriously, thank you for writing such a captivating story that is deep and original and a total blast to read!

This is so fluffy, perfect way to start the morning!

Kids are Alright

Characters: Leonard McCoy x Reader Warnings: None  Synopsis: You had a great date, but he hasn’t called again 

“I’ll call you tomorrow” 

That was what he had said to you, shortly after sharing a kiss. You had gone home with happiness in your chest and the most wonderful feeling of excitement for what would come next in your relationship. 

And he hadn’t called. You’d heard no word from Bones since that night, and it was such a blow to your confidence. You had thought it had been one of the best dates of your life, the conversation was easy, the guy was wonderful and you seemed to have a great time together. 

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Can I get 9 with Barba??

9. A kiss…in public

“I need your help,” he hissed, snaking a careful arm around your waist, blinking twice when he hit bare skin, but realizing it was the way your dress was cut, “play along,” he said, “please.”

“So is this the girl you’ve been hiding from us, Raf?” Came a smooth voice, and you saw Alex Munoz, candidate for state senator, smiling, his hand intertwined with his wife. She smiled at you, but her gaze was hard, even as she held out her hand to you. You weren’t sure if you should shake it or bow and kiss her ring.

“Woman,” you corrected him, shaking his wife’s hand, “I’m Y/N, I work with Rafael as an ADA.”

He raised a curious brow, smile still on his lips, “Isn’t there a no-fraternization rule in your office? Or does Jack McCoy let it slide in fear of looking like a hypocrite?”

His tone was kind, voice with a hint of laughter - but it was akin to the sweetness in children’s medicine - anything to make the bitter taste go down easy, “We don’t work in the same department, Alex. We met through a collaboration on a recent case, but she handles Major Crimes cases. Not SVU.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you gave a smile, placing your chin on Rafael’s shoulder, “but I will be watching the election, along with the rest of New York. It should be…interesting. Best of luck.”

They said their goodbyes and left, Rafael’s shoulders sagging, “Thank you,” he murmured, and you pulled him aside, feeling their gaze still on you, and you pressed a hand to his cheek, keeping him from looking, “are they still watching?”

“Yes, and I want to know why you are so friendly with the person you are investigating,” you pretended to be busy fixing his bow tie.

“Should you really be asking me that?”

“Should you have really asked me to get involved?” He sighed, brow wrinkled.

“He’s an old friend. But it was a long time ago,” Rafael said bitterly, “they both have proven that.”

You frowned, “Well, you have better friends now, and they can eat their hearts out.”

He scoffed, “Like who?”

You raised a brow, “like me. And you know what would really get under their skins?” He didn’t get a chance to reply, as you leaned close, feeling his breath stop, and saw his eyes darken, and you asked a silent question. He answered by pressing your lips to his. His hands raked up your sides, pulling you closer, while your own settled around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. And you parted with a smile, “they do not look pleased.”

“I don’t think I care about them right now,” he breathed, and you paused, looking at him. And you saw his genuineness in his gentle gaze and parted lips.

“Good,” you pressed another kiss to his lips, before taking his hand and beginning to lead him out, “neither do I.”

This movie has become my Valentine’s Day tradition ❤️

Hey. Don’t forget about us.

Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock in Speed(1994) dir. Jan de Bont

I just can’t. There is so much heart and it’s so Carisi and that last line...

Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter 10

Warning(s):  Sonny angst (but the good kind); pure Sonny smut; the author has a certain point-of-view concerning Benson’s lack of regard for the mental wellness of her detectives

You were late.  Again.

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Keep You Safe - Frank Castle

Prompt: Can I request something were the reader and Frank are in a relationship, and she’s been harassed at work by some guy? And she keeps it from Frank but he finds out and gives the guy “a talk”? Thank you :) Prompter: @iamthemaskhewears

Here you go darling! I hope you like it, and thanks for your patience. Sorry it’s taken so long!

Enjoy!

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A hero in more ways than one

hold my hand | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: I started writing this when I was particularly lonely one night, and upon becoming quite lonely again, I continued.

Rating: M, this is sex

Warning: Much smut!! Reader is a lonely little bean.

Word count: 2,058, apparently!!

Summary: “You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.” - Neil Gaiman, The Sandman: Endless Nights

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine!

It was such a stupid idea.

He was going to say no.

Or laugh at you.

No, he was too nice of a man to laugh at you.

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The Walking Dead, The Avengers, The Expendables, Divergent, and even the handsome men of Law & Order SVU (hello Barba and Carisi!) what a fun masterlist ❤️

MASTERLIST

Links to every imagine I have written - this is an 18+ blog

I am also on Wattpad - baseballbitch116 - all of this content can be found there as well

* = Sexual content

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One of the best Barba fics I’ve ever read. I thought I’d fallen in love after the first few chapters, but by the epilogue there’s such a fulfilling completeness to the tale... As much as I hate to see it end, it ends so perfectly that I can’t help but be happy with it at the same time.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with next @tropes-and-tales

Common Courtesy, Epilogue

Rafael Barba x reader

Warning(s):  If you prefer clear-cut happy endings, don’t read this - let your final chapter be the engagement one.

There were so many stories about your life together.  Millions, billions.  An infinite amount.

There were stories about your wedding.

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Loved this - talk about a teaser that leaves me eager to follow these two along! Loved that the canon characters felt realistic and not off the mark, plus all the little things that just make this scream so uniquely Sonny? Perfection!

Meet Cute

Sonny Carisi x Reader

A/N: So as some of you might have seen, I have some ideas for Sonny in a long term relationship with the reader. I wanted to give them backstory, though, before I started creating their little world, so this is them when they met. Just a quick little thing. The whole universe is going to be pretty self-serving. I love karaoke and dream of moving to New York to become a writer (you’ll see what I’m talking about). I’m basically just writing out my dream life with one of my favorite characters lol. I’m just getting my feet wet in the L&O fandom, so I’d love it if you shared my story with other fans. Thanks for reading! :)

It wasn’t love at first sight. Well, maybe for Sonny it was. He’d say so every time the subject was brought up. They both agree, though, that they were absolutely smitten with the other from the moment they laid eyes on them.

It had been a long week for Sonny. The usual caseload was slowly taking its toll on his psyche. He knew one of these days he’d need to slow down and take a breather. Just a weekend away or something. Maybe spend it with his family on the island. Just shut off. He knew, though, that short term he needed a drink. “Whadaya say we go grab some beers or somethin’?” he suggested to Amanda and Fin. 

“Sounds like a great idea,” Fin looked up from his laptop with his usual lopsided smile. Amanda hummed an agreement.

They went to their usual spot – a little dive bar around the corner from the precinct. Something was different about it tonight, though. The lights were lower than usual and multicolor Christmas lights had been hung from every possible point on the ceiling. Sonny had to admit, though, the scene looked magical. As he ordered the group’s usual with their favorite bar tender he inquired about the change, swooping his finger in the air to gather up the thought.

“Oh this?” Scott the bar tender questioned. “We got a new ‘social director,’” he added the air quotes around the last two words with a bit of sarcasm. “Something about the owners wanting to get better crowds in here. I don’t know, man, I just work here. Plus, more people means more tips,” he smiled. “Tonight’s our new karaoke night, so you’re just in time,” he gave a little laugh as he knocked on the bar and walked off leaving Sonny to take in the room some more.

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Muse Food & My Fics

However long ago when I created this tumblr it was with the intent of sharing the imagines I’d been writing and posting on Instagram (under the same handle) here. A quick scroll through my Archive and I never posted one :-/ 

My relationship with writing has suffered in the last few years. I lost all will to read or write after my first bout of depression. It was actually imagines that got me reading again and ultimately writing again. Bout #2 + life circumstances changing snatched everything from me again. 

But yet again, it is the fandoms that saved me. Leading up to “The Last Jedi” I found myself spending more and more time on tumblr and Ao3 and more and more time mentally with the men of Star Wars. Suddenly my MIA muse began fluttering about again. Random little ideas or scenes scribbled out on edges of paper. The edges of paper turned into a legal pad, which turned into a full notebook...

Last week I reached the final page in said notebook and began a second. For the first time in five/six years I’ve even found myself writing out little scenes or wishing my muse could focus long enough for me to freaking write. But I’m trying to learn from past mistakes - I don’t want to put pressure on myself (Muse Killer #1); so, my muse is throwing around ideas like pollen in Spring but I don’t want to pressure myself...what’s a lass to do?

I have met and followed/stalked some amazing writers on tumblr and AO3, ones that could probably slaughter some of the ideas I’ve had and turn them into masterpieces...but I’m not a huge fan of making requests. I’ve been there, the pressure and incessant selfishness that comes with accepting requests (Muse Killer #2) was one of the things that made me fall out of love with writing. 

That said...I’ve been offering what I’ve called “Muse Food” around tumblr and AO3 - little ideas that I offer with no strings attached. Maybe the writer’s muse finds the idea yummy and takes it and makes it their own, maybe it ends up the untouched dish at a pot luck.

Thinking on all of this, I’m curious what writers - those I’ve read and those I’ve yet to discover - think about maybe posting some of my ideas on here where hopefully they will nourish your muses and I’ll get to see how folks interpret the ideas and make them their own. Equally, I could perhaps help generate some reading material for myself as I struggle through life at the moment (to give some context, my life is split between a crazy work schedule, being a full-time caretaker for condition unknown for my beloved Nana who took me in and raised me, and then my own health). Needless to say, I count on fiction as my life escape! 

Please tag your favorite/fellow writers and let’s see if this is something I should start doing. 

Random sampling of my favorite authors:

@i-said-goddameron | @theysentushope | @reality-imagined | @rebel-scum-stuff | @bae-b-8-imagines | @thirst-order-confession | @kboogie09 | @bitsandbobsandstuff | @captainrogerss | @empressrenwrites | @floral-and-fine | @propertyofpoeandbucky | @shenanigans-and-imagines | @queenofslytherin71 | @imaginestartrek | @lucilleshusband | @outside-the-government | @starshiphufflebadger | @kittenofdoomage | @tintinwrites | @dearlazerbunny

That first journal the statistics are under the cut.

Fandom | Star Wars

Poe Dameron - 40 Ideas

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo/Solo Triplets - 9 Ideas

Armitage Hux - 4 Ideas

Reylo - 2 Ideas

Sorry Finn fans, I look at him and squee at his cinnamon roll-ness and kind of coo over him like a little brother so no muse ideas yet. 

Fandoms | Adam Driver

Logan Lucky | Clyde - 3 Ideas

BlacKkKlansman | Flip - 3 Ideas 

Fandom | Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/White Wolf - 26 Ideas

Captain America/Steve Rogers - 8 Ideas 

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange - 1 Idea

Venom/Eddie Brock (2018 Movie) - 1 Idea

Real Person Inspired

Chris Evans - 1 Idea

Sebastian Stan - 1 Idea

I’m not a huge fan of RPF, I was for a bit, I even wrote some, but it was always in the mentality of looking at said person in a character-light and not in a person-light. These ideas could probably be tweaked to work with characters. 

Fandom | Star Trek (Kelvin Timeline/AOS)

Doctor Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Karl Urban) - 8 Ideas

Fandom | The Walking Dead

Negan - 1 Idea

The craziest part, I’ve never even seen an episode of TWD. I’ve not read any of the comics either. But you freaking writers and your amazing fics got me sucked in!

Fandom | Undefined

19 Ideas