#usually i buy like the plain one and the colored one and the picture disc but

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i only bought the black version of the drastic dymphonies because my wallet is holding me at gunpoint to not go further 🥴

[writersrealmbts]

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 5

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 02/11/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff/Angst: 3,846 words

A/N: Okay, I told you guys that I would be alternating between DTLW and Clearwater Springs, so here’s the proof. Anyway, two more parts after this!

Your fourth home in five years is what they told you this was. But you couldn’t remember any but this one.

So your heart was aching, and you always wanted to cry, but you never dared to do so. Something, someone’s, words, telling you that crying in front of strangers was dangerous kept echoing in your head. So you blinked away any tears that came, hugged your stuffed animal, and studied the area you would lived in.

It was a little cold, so you hugged your coat tighter to you. You’d been told by the other fairies that your coat was special, because it appeared to be designed exactly for your wings, which was rare. But none of them seemed to have any idea why you would have such a special coat, excepting the fact that maybe in the country you came from it was more normalized to have custom wing-slits.

It was completely normal to come away from a home with a stuffed animal, and clothing and jewelry that could shrink down. People liked dressing up fairies.

You played with your bracelet as you examined the cement floor, and the plain white walls, and the windows that weren’t quiet fully insulated but were full east and full west, respectively, and provided quite a bit of natural lighting. You had your own bathroom and kitchen area, and the laundry room was in the basement. The bed was a bit creaky, but the mattress seemed decent. You had a cute lamp on the side table, and they had a few books for you on a bookshelf that had the bottom shelf broken beside the side table.

There was shoebox bedroom on one of the shelves as well, very simple, with just a bed in it, but it was decorated carefully—though perhaps by their daughter. There was felt covering the floor and back wall, which would provide a little insulation for you. The outside was colored on, but you didn’t have a problem with that.

There was an old rug rolled off to one side that they said you could use, and a bar with some hangers already hanging on it and plastic drawers they said you could used for your clothing.

You looked at your suitcase, which was resting on the bed, then set your dog on top of it while you got the rug, unrolling it and placing it near your bed.

Your job there was to do their laundry and take care of the cat that their daughter wouldn’t let them get rid of, and to entertain their daughter now and then, and when you weren’t delivering the clean laundry or entertaining their daughter you were to stay in the basement bedroom. Simple enough.

The cat was a sweetheart and the laundry was quite simple with only three people to wash for. Laundry was tossed down the shoot daily and every Monday and Thursday you were to deliver their clean laundry before they awoke.

They weren’t cruel, or strict, just very structured and busy.

She was very kind and brought you groceries, even getting you exactly what you requested. You just had to leave a list with her laundry on Mondays, because Mondays were grocery days. She even spontaneously bought you a cake, and when you told her that the basement was a little cold for you, she found a nice heater for you that greatly improved things, and found some more blankets around the house for you. They were generally gone over the weekends, visiting a different set of grandparents each weekend, which left you and Cupcake, the cat, alone in the house to do as you pleased.

Those were the days you ventured down to the fairy market, which was a safe space for fairies and since you did get an allowance for doing the laundry, you could sometimes buy some special treats or things that you needed.

You weren’t a fan of the husband, which was fine, because he only seemed to come downstairs if he needed to check the water-heater (they were having issues with it and he was too stubborn to call whoever it was that professionally dealt with those things), or to ask you to do an emergency clean on a shirt or tie or slacks. It wasn’t that he was mean, or sleazy, or that he gave you bad vibes, he was just very grumpy and brisk. Cold.

And he hated the cat.

Plus you had the distinct feeling that if he found out about your diamond tears it would be a very bad thing. He was a greedy man, raising a greedy daughter.

But you had a CD player now, and you could find CD’s now and then at the fairy market, and the wife said you could use any CD’s you found in the basement.

Which was how you found your current favorite CD. You weren’t certain who the artists were because the disc hadn’t been in it’s proper case, but their songs were so nice. And you loved the one song.

So some days, when you had nothing to do but give the cat all the love it wanted, you just listened to that CD on repeat, singing words as though you’d known them before.

You did different crafts, and solved some of the abandoned puzzles from the storage room.

You improved your shoe-box, replacing the bed (it was a sponge, hard and weird to lay on) with a carefully arranged nest of fabrics and stuffing. Sometimes you stuck your stuffed dog into the shoebox and snuggled into that. The smells on it so familiar and foreign that it made you cry.

Which meant you had to find a place to hide your tears. Normally you just saved them and exchanged them at the fairy market—where the currency exchange fairy, Heidrun, just discretely nodded and added their value to your shopping card balance.

But one day she stopped you before you could leave, holding your hands. “You don’t look well, dear.”

“Fourth home,” You told her simply, shrugging. “It’s more of a job than a home. But I’m not…I’m not suffering. She always makes sure I have what I need and allows me a lot of freedom. I have the whole basement to myself, and I’m allowed in the side-yard at all times. She even encourages me to come here. And I have music to listen to. Actually, I found a CD I really like, but I don’t know what band they are because it doesn’t say on the disc.”

“Try Magnus, he knows everything going on in the music scene,” She told you, squeezing your hands. “And trying to hold onto whatever love you’ve got and are getting. It’s not healthy for our kind to go unloved.”

You nodded. “I’ll do that.”

Magnus did help you, granted, you had to sing a couple of the songs for him to find the right group, but once he did, he sent to you over to Frida with a request for BTS albums.

Frida nodded, pulling out several book-like things. “They’re super popular, but they’re also in a ton a magazines right now. They lost their fairy because of some scandal, and now they’re in a slump, but they’re also going on a world tour, so it can’t be that much of a slump. They’re actually coming to our stadium for a concert, which is cool. They’ve started putting up the posters already.”

You looked at the books, confused. “I thought you said they were albums?”

“They are. The CD’s are accompanied by a booklet of photos and the lyrics, photocards, and usually a poster.”

You blinked then picked up the biggest one, concerned and confused. “It’s…huge…and a box?”

She just snorted. “You want that one? It’s one of their more recent ones. Don’t have their newest yet, but I can see if I can get one for you.”

You nodded. “That’d be nice, but sure, I’ll…take this one for now.”

She nodded and swiped your card. “All yours, sweet-cheeks. Now, tell me how you get your hair that shiny.”

You grabbed your hair and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wash it.”

“Not even fair,” She muttered, then turned to a new customer.

You went home after hitting a few more stalls, getting more craft things and some stuff for the kitty, hugging the album and wondering what awaited you inside.

Cupcake was waiting for you on your bed, sitting up and meowing loudly, stretching out a paw for you to take (which you did because why else teach him that trick) and then purring and arching into your hand.

“I know, I was gone for forever,” You scooped him up after successfully setting everything else down. “I bought some new music for us. You need a better name. A masculine name. You don’t respond to Cupcake anyway—not that I blame you. It’s a rather poor choice of a name for a cat, much less a tom.”

He just purred, climbing up onto your shoulders and riding there while you put away the few food items you had purchased and hopping onto the fridge while you started cooking your dinner.

You hummed as you tried to think of a different name for him, but after a moment you paused, wondering what song it was you were humming and why it was so familiar and yet so distant. So easy, but you couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the moment you stopped singing what the words were or how the song went, despite having reached the chorus. You could only remember the last words you sang.

You shook your head and went over, quickly opening the box to where the disc was in the album without seeing any sign of the pictures (Maybe a poster?) and then popping it into the player.

But it was worse than the first one, because you swore you knew each song. You had vague images in your head of people performing the songs. It hurt. It hurt to hear these songs because they were too familiar. Too familiar and yet so completely foreign that it was unfair.

The first one wasn’t too bad, but the second started really getting to you.

By the third song you were in tears.

By the chorus of the fourth song you were full-on sobbing on the bed.

The fifth song clashed so much with the sentiments of the previous two that it just broke you down further, and you had to turn it off before you started screaming at the empty space where the music should have come from.

You grabbed the photos from the album box after you had calmed down enough. Not bothering to try and remove the sticker, you slide the photos out and started flipping through the pages, horrified at the fact that they looked so achingly familiar and yet you had no idea who they were.

You tossed them back in the box and slammed it shut, eyes filled with tears.

But you must not have woken when someone came into the basement, because three days later the man was demanding to know where you got so many diamonds.

And fairies can’t lie.

Five days later you were staring out the window, a place you couldn’t go until you filled the box on your small counter space with diamonds. It wasn’t too large, but it was large enough that you were worried about whether you would ever fill it.

So you turned on the disc again, and cried. Cried until you were sick, and then collapsed into your bed. Exhaustedly petting the cat until you fell asleep, only to repeat it the next day. And the next.

When you finally filled it, you went straight to the market just to get some time away from the basement.

The shopkeepers from your regular stops came rushing up when they saw you, even Heidrun, all asking where you’d been and if you were okay and before you knew it you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with some soup and some tea and a bunch of worried fairies fussing over you.

Frida sat silently across from you, looking concerned but ultimately staring at the table.

Or so you thought, because she suddenly reached across the table and grabbed your bracelet. “Where did you get this?”

You blinked and tried to recoil, but couldn’t. “I don’t remember. I just figured it was from one of my previous homes.

Magnus frowned, looking at it. “It looks a lot like the one that…”

She nodded. “There’s something etched onto them. Fairy craftsmanship. Come over to my shop. Come on.”

You followed her, curious, and not wanting to let something you had a very strong attachment to out of your sight.

First she tried a jeweler’s eye loupe, then she wrinkled her nose and grabbed a flashlight, shining it through the gems and onto the table.

You stared down at it, confused.

“Something tells me your family didn’t give you up willingly,” Magnus said, voice a little tense.

Frida looked at you, as though she couldn’t believe it. “You’re the fairy that was taken away from BTS?”

You just looked back at her. “Um…is that what all of that means?”

“How did you like that album you bought?” She asked, eyes narrowed to slits.

You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to think about how much you had used it to make yourself cry, because if you did then you knew she was right. And if she was right, then it would be even sadder.

“Weren’t the one that said that they couldn’t have been too sad about losing their fairy to be going on a world tour? Why would I want to be her?”

“No, they talked about it…it’s because they’re trying to find her. Find you. They didn’t say it explicitly because they could get in trouble for that, but they’ve hinted at it and there are tons of reports and pictures of them visiting every fairy sanctuary they could without compromising their performances. It just took a while for it to hit the news for us. Y/n, they’re looking for you. And if this is any proof, I think they love you and you need love. You look like a skeleton with skin.”

Heidrun gently pulled you into her arms. “What changed? You were doing alright and then you were gone and you come back looking like a ghost.”

“They found my tears,” You whispered.

She inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp, and held you tighter. “You can’t stay there.”

“I can’t leave there either. Where would I go? I would just get arrested and brought back to them.”

Frida folded her arms. “Leave it to me. You go back, lay low. Maybe try to appeal to the lady of the house. I’ll have you out of there as soon as I can. In the meantime….”

“I’ve still got a backlog of your diamonds, come get them just in case he asks again.” Your arm was gently pulled toward the currency exchange station.

You took the bag, and the treats most of them packed up for you. If the love of other fairies was enough to sustain you, you never would have been in this mess. But fairies, while kind and caring, didn’t have enough love for other fairies to keep them alive, especially once exposed to the love of a family. Fairies were good, and kind, and helpful, but also emotionally unstable which made it hard to focus enough love into one another without a consistent source of outside love.

It was a miracle your species had survived as long as it had.

Cupcake greeted you, meowing pathetically and hopping into your arms.

You sat down on your bed with him. “Let’s think of a new name for you.”

Eventually you settled on Keyowo, which was close to his current name but meant friend and was just…it was better.

You then set to deep cleaning over the next week, shrinking your things and tucking them into your suitcase to keep them out of sight.

On Tuesday he beat you to tears because you weren’t producing tears fast enough.

The album caught your eye again on the next Friday.

You picked up, tracing the seven on the cover, and then opening it. You pulled out the poster and unfolded it.

They were in white, with feathers floating down and a hole in the floor. They all looked so good.

You touched the one on the far left, wearing the sweater. Slightly cat-like facial features. You felt like you knew what his hands looked like, even though you couldn’t see much of them in the picture. Slightly calloused, bony, but gentle and careful. Caring for everyone.

“Yoongi,” You whispered, choking up. Tearing up.

Your fingers traced over each of them, names a whisper in your mind. A whisper that turned into shouts, memories flooding your mind of each and every one of them. Your mind screaming for them because your throat was too tight to even whisper.

They were your boys.

They had to let you go.

You weren’t supposed to remember them.

They weren’t supposed to try and find you.

The next day you shoved everything into your bag, tucked the cat into your coat, left a note for the missus and headed straight back to the fairy market.

Frida looked surprised when she saw you. “Whoa, what happened? Is this the kitty your were telling me about?”

“They’re gone for the weekend, that means even if I stay nearby they’ll think I’ve had two days to run out on them. I need you to help me get me back to my family.” You teared up. “I need to find them.”

Frida nodded, glancing around and closing her shop. “Come on. You can stay with me.”

Frida’s family consisted of a pair of siblings.

The sister, Alena, was a fairy rights activist in her spare time, which is why Frida had so much freedom, and a huge music fan. She had a whole wall of CD’s and albums and posters. Stacks of magazines featuring musicians.

The brother, Agnar, was quiet, “just an accountant”, and very kind. And very affectionate toward Frida.

Frida was equally affectionate toward him, bringing a fake gag from Alena.

They helped you find an outfit that hid your fairy-ness, and he got you tickets to the concert, all of you hoping that it would get you close enough for them to see you and recognize that you were there. Also, it would help you health-wise to see them in person and the rush from the concert would be overwhelming, but also might revitalize you.

Then Alena forced you to sit in the bathroom with her while she applied a cloth to your face with epsom salts to try and reduce the bruising and swelling on your face. She told you about the fairy abuse responders, and how she would call them in the morning and tell them about your family.

Agnar totally stole your cat.

Frida let you sleep in her fairy-home (because it definitely wasn’t a dollhouse and it was awesome, of course).

Four days later, you were at the concert venue with Alena, taking a seat and soaking in the atmosphere. People were talking all around and some people were chanting the boys’ names. Another group was starting to sing the songs.

You listened nervously, wondering whether it was true or not that they were looking for you. What if they were just making a fuss to get back at the company a bit? What if the media was making things up? It wouldn’t be the first time a story was fabricated for magazines.

Then the concert started and you and Alena were cheering for your boys, but you wondered why you ever thought they’d be able to see you in this mess.

It wasn’t until the second half of the concert that you had hope.

The boys were in more casual outfits, having more fun.

And they were all wearing the jewelry that Namjoon had made from your diamonds.

Jimin was the one who saw you first, though he looked right over you and then seemed to try and pinpoint you again, but was unable to in the crowd. He stood there with a smile plastered on his face, acting as though he was studying each Army’s face when you knew he was searching for you.

So you stood still in the writhing mass that of the crowd, and studied him.

He had lost weight, and if it hadn’t been for the makeup, you bet he’d look fairly wrung-out.

All of them looked like they’d been sick enough to lose weight.

Taehyung came over and practically dragged him away (making it look playful).

But Jimin said something to Jin and Jungkook.

Jungkook was over there as casually as he could, totally looking at the camera and doing ‘fanservice’. But he obviously didn’t spot you.

Jin didn’t either.

But Yoongi did during the very last song and he stopped, staring, then he was crouched, hand over his mouth, just staring in your direction.

You waved, wondering if he actually was staring at you.

He smiled, but it also looked like he wanted to cry. He waved as well, then cautiously moved off, still keeping an eye on you.

You bit your lip, smiling.

Alena squealed and grabbed onto you, and the two of you did your best to fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Both of you lingered as long as you could afterward, her extremely hyped from the whole concert and talking a mile a minute, while you were feeling…exhausted? All of the emotions around you and finally seeing your boys again….

But you had no idea how you were going to get to them, or how they were going to get to you.

Until you saw Sejin, scanning the crowd.

The likelihood of him being on the side of the boys was pretty good.

You tugged on Alena’s arm, pulling her to a stop.

Sejin locked onto you and started moving, coming your way, waiting until the straggling fans that had been around you were gone before telling security to let you through.

You dipped your head to the security guards, then bowed slightly to Sejin. “Hello.”

Sejin smiled. “Hello, y/n.”

You bit your lip. “I remembered.”

He nodded. “I figured. We all figured. They’re waiting. They’re all waiting.”

You were practically vibrating.

“Come on, let’s get you back to them. Your friend can come but she needs to wait in the hallway for…security purposes.”

You nodded and relayed the information to Alena, then both of you were following back to the waiting room.

Sejin stopped by the waiting room. “Go on in.”

You nodded, putting your hand on the doorknob and then turning it and going in.

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All Ears

Megamind/Roxanne, K+ rating, pre-movie, from this prompt.

Roxanne, earrings, and a very flustered Megamind.

AO3 | FFN

The first time Roxanne notices it, Megamind has just kidnapped her from the Metro City New Year’s gala. The black gown that she’s wearing is fairly plain; she didn’t have time to buy a new one this year, so she’s dressed the outfit up with plum-colored lipstick and a pair of ridiculously ornate chandelier earrings—

—which Megamind seems oddly fascinated by. He actually does a double-take when he sees them, and she catches him staring at them three times before Wayne shows up to rescue her.

It is in the spirit of curiosity that she spends the next week wearing a variety of eye-catching earrings. She’s wearing the pair that she privately thinks of as the ‘hologram earrings’ the next time Megamind kidnaps her; they’re dangling discs of flashy plastic that catch the light in swirls of color.

Megamind stares at them for exactly six seconds and actually blushes when he looks away.

This, Roxanne decides with rather wicked glee, is fantastic. Megamind has a thing for ears. Out of all the kinks she’s ever imagined he might have, ears never really figured in her calculations, but now that she knows, it totally fits. Ears. It’s—it’s like him, really. Strangely...innocent, and oddly cute.

And he’s so easy to tease; every time she wears a new and outrageous pair of earrings to a kidnapping, his reaction gets more and more obvious and more and more flustered.

So of course Roxanne has to make sure that she has a new and even more outrageous pair of earrings to wear to each kidnapping—she goes through all of her old jewelry, and then actually goes shopping for more.

In retrospect, the spiked ear cuffs were, perhaps, a shade too obvious.

Megamind goes almost fuchsia when he sees them, his eyes wide and round and his lips parted, and, even when she bites her lip, Roxanne can’t hold back a triumphant smile.

She sees the exact moment Megamind figures it out, sees understanding dawn in his eyes, sees his mouth fall open even further—and then he straightens his spine and looks down at her, the very picture of outraged virtue.

“Miss Ritchi!”

Roxanne gives him her best look of innocence.

“Yes, Megamind?” she says sweetly.

Her tone throws him off even further; his mouth works soundlessly for several seconds, his cheeks tinting pink again, and then he points at her accusingly.

“You—!” he says. “You—! You’re doing that on purpose!”

Roxanne opens her eyes wide, tips her head—the spikes catch the light like that; she practiced the move in the mirror.

“Doing?” she says. “Doing what?”

Again, Megamind can’t seem to manage to form words; this time he makes a series of strangled noises and gestures wildly at her with both hands.

Roxanne raises her eyebrows.

“Do you have any complaints to make about my behavior, Megamind?” she asks. “Please, by all means, tell me. I’m all ears.”

Megamind’s eyebrows snap together; he glares at her. Roxanne smiles back at him, a sugar-sweet expression with an edge to it.

He growls under his breath.

Roxanne takes a sharp breath, her eyes going wide—an actual honest reaction this time. Wow, that was—an interesting kind of sound. Interesting and, uh—

Her face flushes hot.

Megamind stalks towards her, and for the first time since she started this, Roxanne feels like she’s the one who’s off-balance.

“Complaints,” he says darkly, stopping just in front of her. “You want to know if I have any complaints.”

His gaze flicks down to her ears, and, at his side, his fingers twitch, as if he might reach towards her, as if he might touch the spikes, as if he might touch her.

Roxanne takes another sharp breath, and then his eyes flick back to hers again and he takes a half step back, looking away from her.

“I really don’t think you’re aware of what you’re doing,” he says, crossing his arms, mouth flat. “Because it is—extremely inappropriate for me to look at you while you’re wearing those, Miss Ritchi.”

“You’re so overdramatic,” she says, rolling her eyes, “it’s not like I don’t know you have a thing for ears.”

“A—a thing—for ears—” he shakes his head, covers his face, “that is—really not—”

“You should pierce yours,” she says, leaning back in her chair.

His head snaps up and he stares at her, a pink flush lighting up his cheekbones and the edges of his—honestly rather attractive—ears.

“The way your ears are shaped,” she says. “They’re interesting. Earrings would look good on you.”

Megamind makes a choking sound; half distress and half almost hysterical laughter.

“What?” Roxanne says.

“Nothing,” he says shortly, and turns away, moves to the console, and begins pressing buttons, “I’m calling Minion; he’ll take you home; we’ll reschedule this kidnapping for another—”

“Wh—seriously?! Because of my earrings?”  

“—entirely inappropriate—”

“Oh, come on, Megamind—”

“—should have had Minion chaperone in the first place—”

“Come on; it’s not a big deal!”

“Not to you!”

Megamind whirls to face her.

“I know,” he says, words clipped and precise, “that it doesn’t mean anything to you, Miss Ritchi. I am well aware that none of your—pretense of flirtation with me—means anything to you. But this is—different.”

He gestures, one handed, a sharp, slashing motion.

“What you are doing,” he says, “with the—earrings and the—telling me that I would look good in earrings—you are playing out a very specific type of courtship behavior for my—” his mouth twists bitterly, “—species. And to be quite honest, Roxanne, I’d really rather not have to watch you do that when I know that you don’t really want me.”

Roxanne—feels as if someone’s knocked all of the air out of her lungs. She—cannot seem to answer; doesn’t know what to say—

Megamind gives her a small, sharp smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and turns back to the console, presses a series of buttons, and then leaves the room without another word.

One of the brainbots comes by with the knock-out spray a few minutes later, and then Roxanne wakes up in her own living room, on her couch.

She sits there silently for a long time, mind working furiously.

Megamind, it seems, was serious about having Minion chaperone the two of them, because the next kidnapping, Megamind is in his chair on the other side of the room from her and it’s Minion who removes the bag from her head.

She is still wearing earrings today, but they’re a more subdued pair—pearl studs, elegant and demure.

“Miss Ritchi,” Megamind says, going through the usual line with somewhat less that his usual enthusiasm, “we meet—”

“I have a present for you.”

Megamind stops mid-sentence.

“A present,” he says slowly, suspiciously. “For me.”

“Yes,” Roxanne says. “It’s in my purse.”

Megamind looks at Minion, his expression uncertain. Minion looks at Roxanne, who focuses on keeping her expression as open and guileless as possible.

After a moment’s hesitation, Minion picks up Roxanne’s purse from the floor beside her chair and carries it over to Megamind.

Megamind takes it gingerly and glances at Roxanne, as though he’s expecting her to stop him. When her expression doesn’t change, he opens the purse and carefully searches through the contents.

Surprise flashes across his face when he finds the box—he wasn’t really expecting there to actually be a present, Roxanne realizes. He thought she was just messing with him.

Megamind takes the box from her purse and places her purse on the floor.

It’s a small box, wrapped in silver paper and tied with a blue ribbon; Megamind turns it over and over in his hands, looking at it as if he’s not certain what he’s meant to do with it.

A little swarm of brainbots fly to hover over his chair, watching him curiously.

Roxanne bites her lip.

Megamind frowns and unties the ribbon and unwraps the paper, then lifts the lid of the box.

He doesn’t know what the things inside are, Roxanne can tell—he picks up one of the two curved pieces of metal and looks at it, frowning perplexedly.

“They’re ear cuffs,” Roxanne says, and Megamind looks up at her sharply, hand frozen in midair. “For you to wear. If you want to.”

The brainbots are making inquiring noises and Minion is staring at her, but Roxanne doesn’t look away from Megamind. He still hasn’t responded, is just sitting there, eyes wide and fixed on her face.

(the way he said it doesn’t mean anything to you and I know that you don’t really want me and the bitter twist of his mouth and how he’d slipped and called her Roxanne)

“I was thinking,” Roxanne says, and then stops to gather up every ounce of courage and audacity that she possesses. “I was thinking that maybe you’d like to wear them. On a date. With me.”

Megamind still doesn’t move, save that his eyes go wider. Roxanne glances at Minion, who is staring at her with an expression of shock.

“—Minion can chaperone, if you want,” she adds, trying not to let uncertainty creep into her voice.

“I—” Megamind swallows visibly, “—I—”

He looks at Minion.

Minion clears his throat.

“I believe,” he says carefully, “that Miss Ritchi is asking if you would like to go on a date with her, Sir.”

Megamind looks back at Roxanne, who bites her lip and nods.

He takes a quick, sharp breath.

“—yes,” he breathes, “yes, I would—yes; I would like that very much.”

Roxanne lets out a relieved breath and smiles at him brilliantly, which he doesn’t seem to have been prepared for, given the way he makes a choking noise and flushes.

She gives a small, affectionate laugh, her smile going warmer.

Hesitantly, Megamind smiles back, which makes Roxanne’s heart do a rather ridiculous fluttering thing. She feels herself blushing, too.

Minion clears his throat again and moves to untie her.

Roxanne watches, flushed and triumphant, as Megamind takes the ear cuffs from the box—

—and puts them on.

He looks up at her, then, shy and uncertain, the metal ear cuffs glinting.

“I knew they would look good on you,” Roxanne says, and Megamind’s cheekbones and ears turn an even brighter pink, a wondering kind of smile spreading over his face.

Roxanne feels the ropes fall from her wrists.

She stands up, smiling, and moves towards him.

the end. 💙

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEGAMIND!

Today, Dec. 17th, is Megamind’s canon birthday! And to celebrate, I’m going to post something new for the next nine days, every day through Dec. 25th! (one more one shot story, a story in two parts, and five updates to the conclusion of Safety Instructions Not Included.)

I hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope you are excited for the Nine Days of Megamind! 

[alicedoessurveys]

165 Questions

(this took a couple days to complete so I don't know if the answers will even make sense haha)

did you pay attention to anything you were being taught in health class?   we didn't really have a ‘health class’ at our school. we had a whole day once a term where our usual lessons were cancelled and we were all split off into different groups to learn all that shit. i used to stay home on those days because the routine change sent my anxiety sky high

what are your feelings regarding shopping?   i like it when I'm in the right mood

do you think people have any misconceptions about you? i think people sometimes mistake me for being rude or stuck up when its actually that I'm quite shy

have you ever worn fishnets? Nope

do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done? my sister’s house

do you believe prayer really works? i do, especially after this week

do you have one best friend who is always there for you? kind of

describe one of your most emotional farewells. not really had any emotional farewells

have you ever been tied up? eh, nope.. well not in a serious way :’)

how many times have you been cussed out? i dont think i really have been in a genuine way, only ever jokingly

does it bother you when people ask personal questions? not really, if it did i wouldn't have a tumblr just for surveys haha

do you know anyone who’s been in jail? dont think so nope

have you ever considered acupuncture? Nope i cant do needles

have you ever watched the same sex undress? only when it happens in films/tv but never watched a guy get fully naked aha

have you ever seen the last person you kissed cry? Nope

have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Yeah, but only a handful of times

do you enjoy mario games? not really played Mario games tbh

do you think that necessities should be free? (ex. food, toilet paper) not sure

does it bother you when dogs lick you? i love my dogs but i don't really like being licked, i don't like the feeling of it especially on my face or feet

do you feed your pets human food? Occasionally, but we always double check before that its nothing poisonous or anything

which is worse: being sexist or racist? dont even get me started. They're both as bad as each other. The thing about racism is that its never picked up on when it happens to a white person. We experience it too, but for some reason it doesn't count if you're white.. Racism is NEVER okay and it affects ALL races. White people, black people and every skin colour in between.

do you think suicide is selfish? Only if the way you do it affects someone else. for example, jumping in front of a train or car, or throwing yourself of the top floor of a busy shopping centre in front of loads of people. thats when it gets selfish because youre forcing other people to witness something that could be potentially traumatising and could disturb them for the rest of their lives. Especially when it involves jumping in front of a vehicle because that driver has to live their life knowing that someone died because they hit them with whatever they were driving. personally, if someone jumped in front of my car and ended up dying i would never drive again and it would ruin my life. so yeah, thats when suicide is selfish, and this was a long answer haha

would you take a dirty picture of yourself for someone you are dating? No

what are the most embarrassing songs in your itunes library? probably glee songs

how picky are you when it comes to choosing who to kiss or not kiss? seems I'm not fussy enough from past experience :’)

do you feel that having sex anywhere but a bed is more exciting? i wouldn't know

in your opinion, is it ever okay to get back with an ex? depends on the situation and why you broke up

what’s the first animal you go to see at the zoo? Whichever is closest to the entrance. we always need a system when we go to the zoo so we see everything haha

what’s the strangest or rarest creature you’ve seen at a zoo? when i went to australia zoo there were loads of creatures i didn't even know existed and i cant remember any of the names

what animal is at a zoo that really, in your opinion, shouldn’t be? im not sure. i think as long as the animals have a good way of life, are treated right and are happy then theres no reason why they shouldn't be at the zoo. and if being there means they're protected and can help the species not to go extinct then thats awesome!

do you like zoos or aren’t you bothered? i like the a trip to the zoo :) I'm gonna love taking a foster kid to the zoo

i offer you a cigarette, you say… no, and do not smoke anywhere near me

why do you think you were put on this earth? i haven't quite figured it out yet

is it ever okay to hit a child? when is this? it is never okay to hit a child

do you think violence in video/computer games influences the nation also? Maybe slightly, i think it can de-sensitise us and make us see violence as more normal. BUT saying that, i play gta and it doesn't make me want to go round punching/shooting people so it depends on the person i guess..

are you in any shape or form, racist? No. i don't understand it at all. at the end of the day, we’re all humans no matter where were born, what our nationality is, skin colour is. It doesn't matter. A person is a person.

are you in any shape or form, sexist? again it doesn't matter what gender you are, you're still a human being

how do you think the world will end? as a christian, i believe it ends when God decides it will end.

what natural phenomenon do you find the most beautiful? Aurora borealis or however you spell it

would you kill someone who killed a child? how about YOUR child? i dont think i could ever kill someone.

what is your favorite cover of a song? pretty much everything Pentatonix does. I LOVE their cover of ‘Hallelujah'

have you ever been in love with someone who was fatally ill? neve been in love

have you ever received or given a make-over? Yup, received a few. given a few, my male best friend was the best because he let us do a photoshoot of him in full make up and i still have the pictures :’)

do you know anyone who is HIV+? not that i know of

have you ever been to a desert? no, i was supposed to go riding camels in the desert while on holiday but i got sick and spent two days stuck in the hotel in bed

do you know any trans* people? Nope

what is your favorite beatles song? let it be.. is that them? Idk

what is the poorest you have ever been? Teenage years when i got £70 to last a month but it basically all went on my gym membership and bills.

i’m sure you know of the gamer fad on youtube. who’s your favorite? dont really follow any gamers, i like watching pointless blog play sims though

is there something written on your shirt right now? nope, its a plain black shirt

what is your favorite song to play on guitar hero or rock band? i dont play either of those

where do you find the surveys you take? i follow a load of survey Tumblrs and steal ‘em of there

what’s one weird/annoying thing your pet(s) tend to do? Sit at the door and bark every time they see a squirrel. or a bird. or a shadow. Literally anything and one of them will bark, then they all start barking and having four dogs barking its an absolute headache.

what’s your favorite song by your favorite artist?   oh i cant answer that, i have too many favourites.

do you have an “original character?” i dont really get the question

what about a persona/fursona?   wut..?

do you ever MAKE your own surveys? nope im not very original

why’s it the woman who have to give birth anyway if the man is physically stronger in most cases? first of all, rude. secondly, its all Eve’s fault.. read the bible

do you get good internet where you live? yeah its alright most of the time

ever had a cavity? how many? Never

ever broken a tooth? Nope

what did you do on the playground at your school as a child? i liked playing make believe. me and my friend in primary school came up with our own pretend kids tv show called witches and fairies where she played a witch, i played a fairy and we had adventures :’)

are you into comics? a bit

did you ever have computer disc games you played as a kid? Sims!! Rollercoaster tycoon & zoo tycoon.

what do you think of people who have therapists? Brave. I've had a few therapists during school/college so i know how difficult it is and i gave up on therapy so i really admire people who stick with it

do you have any of those adult coloring books? i have a few, my favourite is one full of the original Alice in wonderland artwork. ALSO i found out the other day theres a fantastic beasts one and i rally want it

ever ridden an elephant?   Nope

deserts: dreary or beautiful?   i think they can look beautiful in pictures but i imagine they'd be dreary irl

ever seen a panda?   only in pictures

what kind a camera do you have?   my phone is my main camera. i do own a Sony a290 dslr that i have to buy for college but i don't use it anymore

do you have stretch marks? where? don’t be shy, they’re tiger stripes! i do, on my thighs

lobsters: cool or scary? Scary

opposoms: total vermin or cute? i dont know what they are

what tv channel dominated your childhood?   Cbbc

ever actually seen a snake in the wild? dont think i have nope

have you ever had a PET snake? what kind? NO! Snakes scare me

ever had an encounter with a snapping turtle? they’re scary! i have not nope

do you like oatmeal? Nope

wherever you live, have you ever seen your national bird? does England have a national bird?!

ever had a reptile as a pet that you had to feed crickets? Nope. i would like a bearded dragon, but having to feed it live bugs freaks me out. even just the thought of having the bugs in my house i cant even

ever play hearthstone? dont know what that is..

ever gone hunting? biggest thing you’ve ever shot?   No. and I'm disgusted by people who do hunt

how about fishing? biggest thing you’ve ever caught?   i used to fish with my grandad when i was a kid, but i only ever caught small ones

coolest place you’ve ever been fishing?   Idk I've only ever been to lakes on camp sites

which is cooler: african or asian elephant? i didn't know there was a difference

craziest thing you’ve ever eaten? i dont eat crazy stuff, I'm too scared of eating crazy stuff

what’s in a camel’s back? Idk ask the camel

steve irwin: foolish for messing around with animals or brave for teaching us? Brave. i love Steve irwin, i think he did great work and its a shame he died. I've been to his zoo in australia and I’ve never seen happier animals in a zoo. we spent at least half an hour watching the tigers play in the water with the zoo keepers and you could tell there was a genuine love between them.

what do you think of people who put their whole life on social media? If thats what they want to do then fine.

don’t you think it’s a bit deceptive to wear a push-up bra?   nope. if wearing a push up bra makes you feel better about yourself and gives you confidence then you do it!

do you truly believe we came from chimps? No

well, what do you think of extra bones and even organs in our bodies? why do we have them?   Idk

if you could choose anyone to be your father, who would it be? my dad

weirdest video game you’ve ever played? i dont think I've played any weird games tbh

we’re having a pig-pickin’! whatcha eating? a what?

ever been on a scary hay ride? no I'm a chicken

ever been to a castle?   Yuppie live like half an hour away from Warwick castle so I've been there a lot in my life

what’s your favorite kind of penguin? rockhopper- we had to make penguin masks in college for one of the shows the actors were doing so i made a mask of a rockhopper penguin

whales. should they be allowed in sea world? if they're treated right then yeah

ever seen an albino? whether it be human or animal?   yeah there was someone in my school who was albino

what do you think of the song “miss jackson” by panic! at the disco? Don't think I've heard it

what is the wallpaper on your best friends cell phone? it used to be a picture of me and him but i don't know if he's changed it

do you feel comfortable singing in front of others? No

do you like using big words when you talk? No I tend to say words wrong and make a fool of myself

do you EVER use caps lock? Rarely. i cant read things very well if they're written in capitals

are you loud when you’re having sex?  Doubt it

have you ever wanted to drop out of school? yes, i hated school but in England you're not allowed to just drop out

when was the last time you watched south park? dont think I've ever watched it

are you italian? nope

are you interested in photography at all? Yes i enjoy taking photos and used to be super into it but when i studied it in college i had such an awful time it kinda ruined it

any survey takers that annoy you on tumblr? nope

do you like bob marley? hes alright, I've not really listened to his music much so i don't really have an opinion

can you talk to your parents about anything without them judging or bickering at you? my mom, pretty much yeah. dad, not so much.

are you interested in art? a bit, not a lot though

don’t you think we’re spending too much money on exploring the mere theory of climate change? no i think were not spending enough. we should all be way more concerned with global warming than we are

everyone always wants to know your favorite animal. what’s your SECOND favorite? i dont have a first favourite so i cant have a second favourite. i just have a big list of favourites

who’s your favorite disney character? again, i don't have a favourite there are too many. i tend to like the sidekicks in the movies more than the main characters like Sven & Olaf from frozen, Pascal & Maximus from Tangled etc

have you ever taken the eharmony personality quiz? Nope

do you take vitamins? if so, what kinds? Vitamin C

how much was your prom dress? what’s the most you’d spend? my prom dress wasn't very expensive, I can't remember exactly how much it was. I still have it in my wardrobe but I don't like it 

would you marry someone of a different religion? Possibly, if i loved them enough. and if they understood i wouldn't change my religion

how did you learn the word “fuck”? probably at school

if you could make one of your enemies your best friend, who would it be? i dont have enemies so idk

what is the last movie you saw in theaters? Passengers

have you ever got into a wreck?   not a serious one nope

do you think you are an argumentative person? Not really, unless its something I'm passionate about or if I'm hurt by something

can you admit when you’re wrong?   Yeah

are you easily confused? very :’)

do you think you would make a good wife/husband?   i think i would

have you ever caught a butterfly?   not on purpose.

have you ever deliberately tried to get someone drunk? nope i dont drink so i wouldn't try make anyone else

do you like being kissed on the neck? no, it feels gross

favorite song by the band the offspring? never heard of them

how many times each morning do you press the snooze button? i dont set an alarm often and when i do i don't press snooze

when you go out to eat, what sides do your order with your food? normally fries

what video game or computer game are you best at? sims

how do you normally come across new music? listening to the radio, or when ads or videos use a song i like the sound of i find out what it is

what subject in school do you feel is the least necessary? English, I've never had to analyse a book or poem in my life since leaving school

do you enjoy power outages or do you get annoyed? no they're annoying

are you pretty politically correct? idk probably

have you ever behaved like a stalker?   probably online yeah :’)

do you appreciate other people’s opinions?   depends what its about

if you could pick your own pet name, what would it be?   pet name for myself or for an actual pet..? I've already decided when i get my own dog i want to call it moose

do you care what’s going on in the world? i care, but i don't make an effort to find out cause its usually all depressing stuff

how many partners is too many? at one time or like in a lifetime..? lifetime it doesn't matter but if you have more than one parter at once then thats too many

do you examine the tissue after you blow your nose?   nope

do you prefer boys to shave down there?   Idk

how much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)?   she knows its non existent

are any of your siblings married? what are their spouse’s names?   Nope ut she lived with her partner Tom

have you ever had a pet bird?   Yeah, we used to own to cockatoos called bobby and beauty

how many times have you moved in your lifetime? 2

if you could get one piercing and one tattoo, where would you want them?   dont want any piecrings. i have a tattoo already but i want another one on my ankle/foot of a lighthouse

would you consider yourself to be adventurous?   Nope

has any part of your house ever been flooded?   dont think so

is there anyone that you’re worried about right now? who and why? our foster baby, he's two weeks old tomorrow but he's still in hospital with drug withdrawals so he cant come home yet

if you won a lot of money, would you donate any of it? to what organization would you donate it?                                                                                              I would donate to dogs home or a mental health charity

describe the best friend you’ve ever had, or the best person you’ve ever known.   I cab right now 

have you ever adopted a stray animal?   We've adopted a few dogs in my lifetime but none recently

what time did you wake up this morning?   about 9am

ever wonder if you’re someone’s everything?   yeah, i cant see anyone getting to know me and being like ‘shes perfect for me’ like srsly I'm too much of a mess

would you ever bleach your hair platinum blonde?   not platinum nope

what is your mom’s middle name?   Anne

do you know the color of your ex boyfriend/girlfriend’s eyes? n/a

have you had your wisdom teeth out?   Nope

your appendix?   yeah, mine burst when i was two years old and tried to kill me haha

[handmadecp]

Hi Guys, another small project from Beginners Journey into Leather Craft. I’m having a lot of fun and we’re only in February lol. lots of things to do. Even a year on I can’t believe how you can take some thing so unassuming as a rag tag looking piece of leather (assuming of course that you are poor like me and are not buying top end leather)....and create an item that is tactile, pleasing to look at and also useful. Well, for those of you who follow my humble efforts this is old news but for those joining us for the first time I collect Knives, in a good way I might add and I like to give them a new sheath more befitting them to replace the crummy sheaths they supply with them. (Hi by the way and thanks for dropping by...hope you enjoy looking through my little blog)..

So, picture 1 is of the finished project, I purchased a lovely specimen which is a replica of a U.S.Marine Corps Knife reportedly of the ‘type’ used by said marines on Okinawa, Guadalcanal etc (so I’m told..don’t quote me). The knives usually make an appearance in the pics from time to time just to show what this is all for, or size etc, but the emphasis is on the sheath as that is our subject and as much as I enjoy them, I don’t glorify them...if ya gets me drift. The factory sheath left much to be desired as they always do, so I selected my leather, as usual I chose it by my usual method which is ..”will that do...Yes”. See, nothing too complicated at the cthep-leather school of leather picking lol. I used the factory sheath as a template and did the usual drawing and cutting of the leather as shown in the pics. So we now have the back, the front, the welt and the belt strap, which on this sheath is as easy as it can get, it just stitches or rivets to the back piece, remember to do that before gluing the front and the welt on or you will have a problem, I haven’t done that..yet, but I have come close I will admit, so think before doing. Next I decided to put a design on the front as I don’t like plain sheaths, it’ seems a waste of an opportunity. so as you can see I traced the pattern, swivel knifed it into the leather and then tooled it. I think my tooling is improving, always room for more but not three bad me thinks. hardest decision after that was what color to dye it. The gluing together part is easy and as I only get ten pics on here I figured I would just mention it. I know it’s a flower design, but I thought..’why not’. I chose black as the original sheath was black and because it’s a serious knife and black is a serious color (remember Crocodile Dundee..”Naaah mate..that’s not a knife....this...is a knife”. lol...well it’s one of those.) If you are too young to know what I mean go watch it..not a great film but that bit is funny. I made the stitch holes with the prongs..half way through and then finished through with the awl so that it would line up properly on the back as I have learned recently from watching a few highly qualified people. P.s...Note to self..mind ya bloomin’ fingers it’s damn sharp lol. Live and learn ehy. ok, so then I used the new belt and disc sander to flatten out the edges and get them nice as shown in the pics, followed by using the edger again and then the usual dying the edges black, burnishing it whilst damp, then used a light coating of Fiebings Edge Kote. Finally I made the strap using all the same techniques and added a line 24, heavy duty Gold snap/press stud to go with the Brass on the knife . I fixed the dye using Resolene and a coating of leather sheen to give the leather a nice ‘creak’ to it..I’ve said it before...if it’s leather..it’s gotta creak lol. lastly I put a fine layer of oz coat on just so it was water proofed to the max and buffed till my arm nearly dropped off. The result I think is a lovely to look at, lovely and tactile to the touch...hand made, leather sheath that should last years. Well guys thank you so much for following my humble efforts, I hope you enjoy the pics, I have a very small project next, a wrist band / Gauntlet / Strap which I made for a cos-play friend, it’s a nice simple project so if you are thinking of having a go yourself..this may be a good start point. I am also in the process of doing some Cos-play items so please check out cthep..Beginners Journey into Cos-play and hope you like. It’s a very new project of mine so only a couple of items so far but we have to start some where don’t we. Feel free to comment..as long as you play nice as I am a relative Newby still and don’t claim to be anything else, I do this in the hope that some people out there may find it mildly entertaining and possibly informative and as an encouragement to others to try for themselves. Stay crafty guys see you soon for another installment of beginners Journey into Leather Craft with cthep-leather.