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Heya! I just wanna say I'm in love with your blog, you're an amazing writer and you're in all the fandoms I'm in, which basically makes your blog my paradise. You're immensely talented, keep writing like a pro! :)

Wow, thank you so, so much for your wonderfully kind words, I'm unable to find words to express my gratitude because there's just too much of it. Thank you again!

Happy 35th Birthday Tom Hiddleston! (February 9, 1981)

Our job is to represent the truth of human nature, whether you’re playing a tender love story that’s set in a coffee shop or whether you’re in ‘The Avengers,’ which is set in a Manhattan which is exploding.

We Need to Talk

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 904

The Request: Can I have one with James McAvoy where we’re dating and my best friend, Steven, is on a movie with him and after a couple of weeks he starts rumors that I am cheating on James but they’re not true. James believes them and we break up. One day, I am on the set (as a make-up artist) and James hears Steven say that it was all fake and he fights with him and I break them up and at home I clean his wounds and with a lot of fluff?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex

“Y/n, we need to talk,” James’s voice told you over the phone, and you froze. In your experience, nobody ever used that phrase to say a good thing. Nervously, you replied.

“What is it, James?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

“What is it!? You dare ask me that question?” he was very obviously angry, and you didn’t know why. You felt like you were supposed to, though.

“Um... Yes. I don’t understand what your problem is. I’m sorry if I did something wrong, but tell me so I can fix it,” you mumbled into the receiver.

You could hear his scoff even from over the phone.

“You can’t fix this, I’m sorry. Your friend Steven told me that you’ve been cheating on me for a while now, and he has no reason to lie,” you could now hear a broken note in his voice, like he was holding back tears.

“We are over,” he declared and terminated the call. You just sat there, unable to comprehend what had happened, and you dialled James’s number again, hoping for an apology, a chance to let you explain that you were definitely not seeing another man, but he didn’t pick it up.

For the next couple of weeks, neither he nor Steven answered your calls or messages. You were both confused -because why would a man you’d known from school and called himself your best friend would do this to your relationship?- and determined to confront them both when you would be called on set for ‘Welcome to the Punch’, the action movie they were shooting.

When you finally were called on set as a make-up artist, you were relieved. You were finally going to have a chance to talk to James and Steven, demand explanations from the latter and ask the former if you could continue your relationship, because you’d been going strong for some while now and you loved him a lot.

You walked on set, hoping to catch sight of James first, so you could rush up to him and explain your side of the story, but you were unfortunate. Steven was there, and apparently he was waiting for you because he greeted you immediately.

“Oh, hello,” you huffed out a reluctant greeting and glared at him.

“Why so hostile?” Steven asked confidently as if he himself had done nothing wrong.

You were angry; extremely so. After two weeks of being unable to do something about the situation James, you had every right to be mad at the person responsible.

“Are you kidding me? What you told James about was absolutely awful and untrue!” you almost shouted at him.

The idiot just shrugged. “It was just some fun, sheesh. Why are you acting that way? I thought he’d have figured out by himself that you’d never cheat on him. Chill,” he said and you were about to reply with a string of curse words, but you were interrupted by a smooth, Scottish accent.

“Fun? You orchestrated all that for ‘fun’?” asked James’s incredulous voice from behind you. He quickly walked up to where you and Steven were standing and glared at the other man.

“That was unacceptable! You know I can get you fired, right? You’re not even important around here! You’re a waste of money and space,” James half-screamed at Steven. Even he had the good sense to look chastised by James’s fury.

“Do you have any idea what your stupid, moronic antics put both me and Y/n through?” James asked. “Fun,” he scoffed mockingly.

Steven didn’t say a thing to defend himself, but James was still angry. He launched himself at the other man, probably intending to land a punch or two, but Steven was quicker and punched him in the upper arm. You could see a small tear in the fabric of James’s shirt from where Steven’s hand had grabbed on tightly and pulled, and you thought you saw a bit of blood too. Steven was about to kick James when you stepped between them, glaring up at you old best friend and slapping him hard across the face, so hard that there was an angry red mark on his skin.

“Go,” you said authoritatively, and he did. Quickly, you turned to James.

“Let’s go to your hotel room, I can fix you up there and you can get another shirt, okay?” you asked him softly and mutely, he nodded.

The car ride there was silent but, once you were in the safety and silence of his room and you had dressed his small wound from where Steven’s fingernails had scraped his skin, he kissed you. Just like that, and out of the blue. You didn’t complain, instead kissing him back.

“I’m so sorry for believing that moron. It’s just... I thought he was your friend, and I didn’t think he’d be lying,” he sighed and grabbed hold of your hand.

“Will you forgive me for being stupid?” he asked, looking at you apologetically with his angelic blue eyes wide.

“I’ve already forgiven you,” you muttered in response, kissing him again. “I love you, and you know that,” you said with a soft smile.

“Me too,” he replied happily and hugged you tightly. “Thank you,” he said, “And I’m sorry for everything I put you through by refusing to listen,” he added.

“It’s all right, James,” you mumbled, kissing him. “I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

the worst thing about writing is that you aren’t just a writer. you have to be a thousand things. a poet, a flirt, a weapons expert, a bleeding heart, a scholar, a legendary cook, a theorist, an engineer, a reckless teenage girl, a dying god. you have to be able to write monologues and speeches and heartfelt confessions, and you have to make them believable. writing is putting yourself into someone else’s shoes.

writing is really hard (◕︿◕✿)

The Party

Pairing: Daniel Radcliffe x reader

Word Count: 676

The Request: Can l have a Daniel Radcliffe one where I'm secretly planning a surprise party for him, and he thinks I'm cheating on him but I'm not and we get into a huge fight about it and break up and then it's the day of the party and one of his friends says I planned it and we get back together? And in the end with fluff?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: For @anyfandomimaginex. I hope it’s alright! ^_^

You were in the middle of surfing the Internet for the ideal cake recipe for the party you wanted to throw for Daniel’s new role when the man himself entered the room, looking angry and sad all at once.

“Y/n,” he said, speaking clearly despite the emotions evident in his eyes. “It’s over,” he stated.

You were confused. “What’s over?” you asked, fighting to keep your voice level and steady.

“This. Us. We are over,” he said, and you immediately felt tears prickle the back of your eyes. 

“Wh-what?” you stuttered. “Why?” you asked incredulously. You loved him and he did too. He had never shown any indication to the opposite.

“Because you have been too distant from me lately. You’ve sometimes had to cancel on our dates to go out somewhere else, and you always hide your laptop and phone screen whenever I’m nearby. You speak into the phone with a hushed voice and spend a lot of time distracted on the Internet. You’re barely even here, and when you are it’s only physically. Your body might be here, but your mind is somewhere else,” he stated sadly, and it sounded like he firmly believed what he was saying.

“No, Dan, no!” you got up, walking up to him, trying to explain, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“It’s over. I’m breaking up with you,” he said. “Your attentions, your heart, they obviously belong to someone else.

“I’m not cheating on you! I never would do that,” you protested.

He looked disbelieving, disappointed, and you would have preferred a screaming match to this quiet anger that had him wiping his eyes furiously to brush away the oncoming tears. “It’s, um...” he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but then he thought better of it and just left, fists clenched at his sides and head hanging low.

You stood there, mouth agape and eyes staring vacantly at the doorway he had used to leave for a good three minutes before you found a chair and collapsed on it, burying your face in your hands and letting the tears flow.

The party had been scheduled for two days after that and, despite Daniel having broken up with you, you made sure that the party was still on.

You didn’t go. You couldn’t go, because you didn’t want to ruin it for Daniel. He was going to have fun with his friends and you would just be happy about him from afar.

You were getting ready to go to sleep and call it an early night when your doorbell rang. You opened the door, and there was Daniel, looking shy and apologetic and holding a bouquet of flowers that almost hid his face.

“Hey,” he muttered. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, and he walked inside, handing you the bouquet.

“I... I’m sorry. I was told what you were doing for me. I was told that the party was your idea and that you weren’t cheating on me, you were preparing a surprise for me. I’m really sorry for jumping to conclusions like that, I just.... I love you so much and I’m sorry,” he said and you placed the flowers down, smiling brightly at him.

“You mean it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “The party was amazing, and there was such attention to detail. You worked hard organising everything and I was the worst moron ever,” he shut the door, walking closer to you and hugging you. “You are amazing, and I am sorry I ever doubted you. You’re the best girlfriend I could possibly have,” he said, pulling back slightly from the hug only to kiss your lips.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked eventually, between kisses.

“I do. Of course I do,” you said and put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back. You were glad he now understood that you loved him just as much as he loved you, and that you would never do anything to hurt him.