inspired by all the other ones lol

That’s What I Like - Bucky x Reader One Shot

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//NOTE: I haven’t really written in this point of view before, it was kinda difficult, LOL. But It was inspired by the song in bold below, click the link to listen to it while reading. Love you all!//


Bucky walked into the party and looked around. Tony Stark was very well known for his frequent gatherings, but this was the first one he had gone to. Gorgeous women and alcoholic beverages were in abundance, and he saw the other Avengers scattered around the room having a blast.

But this wasn’t his kind of scene. He still hated large crowds and lots of noise, which were the two things this party was made of. But Steve had thought it would be a good idea for him to socialize with some other people, so here he was. “Alright, Buck. Get a drink, say hi - just try, okay?” Steve said, smiling at Natasha, who was across the room, and placing a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder. However, when Buck winced at the unanticipated contact, he removed the hand.

“Alright, I will. Thanks Steve,” Bucky mumbled, just loud enough to be audible over the music - That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars. So no one listens to swing anymore? He thought to himself. Everything had changed, it was still odd to him.

His eyes kept trailing aimlessly around the room until they stopped on someone. She was gorgeous in a tight fitting dress with an asymmetrical sleeve. She threw back her head and laughed, and Buck cracked the smallest smile. He wanted to make her laugh more. He turned around to ask Steve who she was, but he was gone. He looked around the room and saw him standing over there by Natasha, laughing at something she said. He began walking over to ask him, and then he remembered what Steve had said. Say hi, he thought to himself. He turned back to the girl.

What do I say to an angel like that? He kept eyeing her and then quickly looked away when her eyes met his and she smiled. He felt a warm feeling traveling through him, butterflies in his stomach, and a blush rising up to his cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn to her friend and then back to him, and then - oh God, she was walking over. Fuck. What to say, what to say? You’re gorgeous? Shit, no, that’s creepy as hell. Come up with something - too late. She was practically in front of him now. “Hello. James, isn’t it?” She said in the kindest voice.

Buck turned to her and immediately gulped. She was even more beautiful up close. He hoped the lighting would conceal the red blooming on his face. “Yeah - but, uh - everyone just calls me Bucky.” He told her, smiling sheepishly. She looked at him in confusion at the mention of his nickname. “My middle name is Buchanan, so everyone just says Bucky or Buck. It’s shorter.”

“Oh. Well my name is (name).” The girl chimed happily, ignoring the obvious awkwardness of the situation. “I saw you looking at me, you know.”

“Oh - shit, sorry, that probably seemed really creepy,” he laughed weakly and returned his gaze from her face to the floor. “I was just - uh… admiring your makeup.” What the fuck Bucky?! That’s not only a lie, it’s weird.

But she just laughed light-heartedly. “My makeup, huh?” She asked, obvious amusement in her voice. “Thanks I guess. Anyway, uh - I’m going to go back to talking with my friend. It was nice talking with you, Bucky.”

She turned away, and Buck watched her as she went back to her friend, walking head held high, never avoiding a gaze. That confidence - God, that was the confidence he wanted. Not only for himself, but also for the woman he ended up being with. And now I scared her off, Bucky thought. I’m such a mess.

A few hours later, the party was still far from over. If anything, there were just more people there… although a lot more were drunk or passed out on the couches in the lounge. Bucky had now made himself comfortable at the bar, and he stared at the ten empty shot glasses in front of him. He raised his fresh glass and downed the 11th. The bartender blinked a few times in amazement. “It’s the serum,” Buck told him. “I can’t get drunk.”

“O - okay. Another?” He asked, and Buck was about to say ‘one more’, but was interrupted.

“Two more, please,”

He knew that voice. He turned and saw the angel from earlier, the one he had supposedly scared off. “Uh - hi. (Name), w - was it?” He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck and summoning up enough courage to offer her a weak smile. Although he wasn’t sure if it was liquid courage or him finally manning up.

“Yeah, (name). And I know your name was Ja - Bucky. Right?” She replied, the beautiful smile on her face never faltering. When Buck nodded quickly, she continued. “I was wondering, after we finish this drink, wanna dance?”

“Wha - me?” Bucky asked, shock taking him over. The bartender tried to conceal a smirk and failed. He backed a step or two away from the counter when Buck shot him a glare. “Uh - why would you want to dance with me?”

“Because I think you’re cute,”

Oh my God, no fucking way. Okay, Bucky calm down, she probably is doing this on a dare. Just… just keep smiling. Laugh a little bit. Turn her down. “Well - uh, I wouldn’t want to step on your toes,” he objected, slapping himself internally. Why was he turning down someone like her?

“Wanna know something? I’m not very good at dancing, either.” She giggled and raised one eyebrow, downing her shot. Buck quickly followed and downed his. “Maybe we could go on a walk instead? It’s really loud in here, my ears need a break.”

“Uh - sure.” Bucky, what are you thinking? You’re can’t walk in awkward silence the entire time. You’ll have to say things… just… oh God, but she’s so amazing. I can’t turn this down.

“Alright, let me just tell my friend I’m gonna be gone for a sec,” she said before hurrying off to where her friend was sitting.

“Okay, I will, too…“ He said to her retreating form.

In a few minutes, Bucky and (name) were out on the streets, the music of the party fading off behind them and the sound of cars honking and motorcycles revving getting louder.

When Bucky had told Steve, Natasha, and Sam why he was leaving, they had all shared a look that said 'oh, wow, he actually got a girl’, but hadn’t said anything except ‘good luck’. Buck now rolled his eyes at the thought. They were so annoying sometimes, but life would be weird without them.

"I’m surprised Mr. Stark doesn’t get in trouble for how loud he plays the music,” (Name) remarked, and then laughed. Buck smiled.

“Well what’re they gonna do, sue Tony Stark? That’s just asking for trouble,” he rolled his eyes thinking about the arrogant being named Tony Stark.

“Yeah, that man is a whole nother thing on it’s own.” She huffed. “But don’t tell him I said that, him being my boss and all. I’m one of his assistants, I’d get fired pronto.”

“My lips are sealed.” Bucky promised, letting out a little laugh. He felt (name) looking at him and stopped to meet her gaze. “What is it, did I say something?” He panicked, taking a step back from her.

“No, no! I was just thinking, your real laugh is really nice,” she calmed him down, reaching up and tucking one of his long brown chin-length locks back behind his ear. “My God, Bucky, why are you so panicky? I bet you a hundred dollars you could get any girl you wanted if you had a little more confidence.”

“I don’t want to get just any girl, though,” Buck smiled a little bit and looked at the ground. (Name) nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand, taking him in surprise. However, he didn’t flinch or move away, her hand intertwined with his was nice… it was his metal one, too… and she didn’t even react to how cold it was. She just kept smiling, her eyes sparkling in the street lights and headlights of cars.

“Come on, let’s go to my apartment. I brought my bag, so I’ve got keys,” she told him. They started moving, but Bucky stopped her. “Hmm?” She asked.

“Why - uh, why would we need to go to your apartment?” He asked nervously. Was she going to try and have sex with him? He wanted it, but he didn’t have a condom, would he have to ask her for one? Oh God, oh God…

“Oh, no, no. I just thought we could watch a movie or something, I’d like to get to know you better, and it’s hard with all of this ambiance,” she told him once she had read the look on his face, raising her hands up. Buck smiled. She looked around, as if nervous someone was watching them, and then whispered, “I also said ambiance because it sounds smarter than noise.”

Bucky lost it at that, letting out his real laugh. He immediately felt a blush raising to his cheeks when he was done laughing. “There’s that laugh,” she said, smiling and putting her hand back in Buck’s metal one. The light pink dusting his face quickly darkened to red, and he hoped she didn’t notice.

“Alright, Mr. Bucky. We have The Lion King, Tangled, The Jungle Book, and Brave. Which one do you want to watch?” (Name) proclaimed when she walked into the living room, holding four DVD cases. Buck smiled.

She had changed into some pajamas, the top having a certain person’s shield on it and the bottoms having some red and white stars on them.

“Aren’t those all Disney movies?” He asked.

“Yeah. So what? I love Disney, I don’t care that I’m an adult.” She laughed, placing them out on the coffee table in front of Bucky and heading to the kitchen. “Now for food!” She pulled out bowls and bags of candy, chips, and some soda cans.

It took her and Bucky a few trips, but soon Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, (God, they all end with ‘tos’ don’t they?) Skittles, M&Ms, and Hot Tamales were all laid out in bowls on the coffee table. “Presenting you with a feast!” (Name) told Bucky as she set down the last bowl.

Buck laughed. “You’re so cute.” He said, without thinking. He immediately regretted it when he felt the blush rising up to his face. He sighed to himself. Bucky, you’re such an idiot.

“Thanks, you’re cute, too.”

Okay, he should have expected that. After all, she had called him cute before, right? But it was a relief. “Alright, have you decided which movie you want?” She asked, sitting down close to Buck on the couch.

Really close.

Buck’s heart was beating hard. “Uh - uh, Tangled,” he said hurriedly.

Halfway through the movie, (name) had passed out with her head on Bucky’s chest. He had carefully moved her so her head was resting on a pillow and then covered her with a blanket folded over the back of the couch. He turned off the TV and the lamp in the corner of the living room as well as putting the bowls of leftover candy and chips in the kitchen. He was going to leave, but he decided to do something else first.

He found a notepad in the kitchen along with a pen, and he scribbled down something before slipping out of the apartment.

(Name) woke up and looked around. Shit, she had fallen asleep. Where was Bucky? After a drowsy sweep of the apartment, it was obvious that he had left. She sighed. It was a shame, she would have loved to make breakfast for him. She smiled when she saw a sticky note stuck on the fridge.

His number.

At the bottom it said: This is just in case you want to finish watching Tangled with me sometime. Don’t be shy to drop by the tower and ask for me. Sorry for being so awkward, I just get flustered around beautiful girls. - Bucky.

What a sweetheart, she thought as she proceeded to make her breakfast. Once she had laid out some cereal and orange juice for herself, she took her cellphone and entered Buck’s number in carefully. A rather groggy Bucky answered. “Hello, who is this?” He asked.

“(Name). I just wanted to tell you, you’re awkwardness - that’s part of what I like about you. It’s cute,” she said, a smile on her face. Buck couldn’t see it, but he could hear it in her voice.

“Well, maybe I can be a little more awkward with you at dinner tonight?” He asked, nervousness in his voice.

“Of course. I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“Alright. tonight at 6:30, meet me in the lobby of the tower?”


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anonymous asked:

I didn't see this in the art advice tag so sorry if you've answered this before and I'm just blind lol, but how does one use a clipping mask/layer? I've sorta figured out how to add them, but I don't know where to go from there. (p.s. I love your art style so much, it's so pretty and inspiring ahh)

Hey sorry for late reply!! 

So I’m going to answer this with Fire Alpaca, but the principle is the same in Photoshop/most other programs that involve clipped layers. 

Basically all clipping a layer to another layer means is that any colour applied to the clipped layer ONLY shows up on the layer it’s clipped to. So for example you can shade a layer - say clothing - like crazy outside of the boundary of your actual clothes layer but then just clip it to the actual clothing. See below: 

It’s a very useful feature!!! 

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Pairing: George Washington x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None I don’t think other than badly google translated French, a lot of dialogue, not one of my best buuuut whatever lol
Inspired by this post by @i-am-a-person-a
Thanks for everyone who followed, love y'all!! This one’s a little different, kinda more fun than sad or angsty. A lot of it is just solidifying George’s character, so I’ll probably do another one soon lol

Alexander walked into his new job with high hopes, clutching a briefcase in one hand and buttoning his suit jacket with the other. He quit the job at his old law firm, mostly out of pride, partially out of lack of passion. He couldn’t work somewhere where the employees didn’t love their job. And he hated his extremely rude asshole of a boss. Almost immediately, he was offered a job at Washington Law Firm, which he graciously accepted.

He knew most of the lawyers there, and was friends with them. John Laurens dealt with biological cases, Marquis de Lafayette was assigned international cases, Hercules Mulligan with domestic cases, so on and so forth. Of course, there were lawyers he didn’t like. Like Thomas Jefferson. His rival since freshman year of college.

But he was determined to make the best of it.

“Alexander, hey!” John shook his hand as Alex arrived. “Finally decided to move to the dark side, huh?” They both laughed, rejoicing in their rekindled friendship. “Please,” Alex started, “If anything, this is the light side. Don’t get me started on Adams.”

“Is that Hamilton I hear?” A French accent called. Out of another office walked Lafayette and Mulligan, eager to see their college buddy. “Lafayette, comment avez-vous été?”

“Aussi bien que tout Français en Amérique.”

“Je jure que vous aimez l'Amérique plus que les Américains.”

“Guys, you know I don’t speak French.” Mulligan groaned jokingly. They all laughed as he greeted Hercules with a, “Hey, man, what’s up?”

As they were all mingling, a tall man stepped out of his office, files and folders in hand. He glanced around, his face stoic, before walking towards the reception desk. Alex looked over at him in awe, “Is that-”

“Yep. That’s the CEO, George Washington.” Mulligan answered, lowering his voice to a whisper. Washington was a strong, buff looking man with the expression that reminded someone of a rhinoceros, very hard and stern. “He served in the military for a few years before becoming a lawyer.”

“I don’t think I’ve even seen him smile.”

“Oui, me, as well, mon ami.”

“He can’t be that bad.” Alex rolled his eyes, looking back at his friends. “He’s not a bad person. Just… intimidating.” John replied.

Then, Washington’s expensive shoes clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way over to the group. “Alexander Hamilton, I presume?”

“At your service, sir.” Alex replied, firmly shaking his hand. He could feel the callouses in Washington’s hand from years of service. “I’ve got some cases for you, if you’re ready.” George said.

“Of course.”

“Have the paperwork done by the end of week, on my desk.” George handed Alex all of the files and folders, causing his eyes to widen. “The end of the week?” He asked.

Washington’s eyebrow quirked up, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. “Unless you’ve got some other job to be doing all week, in which case I can find someone else to do yours.”

Alexander quickly shook his head, “No, sir.”

George gave him a firm nod, “Good.”

As Washington walked away, Alexander stood shocked, staring the work before him. The guys all patted him on the back. “I almost lost my job on the first day.” Alex said to himself. “Don’t feel bad.” Lafayette consoled. “He’s just in a bad mood because his girlfriend is out of state.”

“That man has a girlfriend? How is she not terrified?” Alex asked.

“We’ve never met her, but we’ve heard the receptionist talk about her.” John said. “She, apparently, is the exact opposite of Washington.”

“Maybe she’ll be at the luncheon in a couple months.” Mulligan mentioned.

“As much as I love to gossip about my boss’s girlfriend, I have paperwork to do.” Alex excused himself from the group. He walked to his office at a calm pace, only slowing to sneer at the office with Jefferson’s name on the door.

Hours later, after everyone had left, he was still sitting at his desk. As he pulled on his own hair while signing a piece paper and moving on to the next case, he muttered, “Washington’s girlfriend needs to come home right now.”


It didn’t take very long for Alexander and George to become acquainted, just a few months. It also didn’t take long for George to realize Alexander was very opinionated, and had almost no self control. “Hamilton, my office, now.”

Alexander walked in and closed the door behind him after assuring his friends that it was nothing. “Sir, you and I both know Jefferson started this war.”

“And I’m leaving it up to you to end it, Alexander.”

“But sir-”

“Look, we have this luncheon coming up for the merger and I need everyone on their best behavior, especially my right hand man.” George reasoned with him. Washington Law Firm was then merging with the Schuyler Firm in order to expand their reach around New York City. “Yes, sir.” Alexander nodded glumly. “When’s that thing again?”

“The luncheon?”



“Yes, the luncheon, when is it?”

“It’s tomorrow.” George deadpanned. Alexander started laughing, only stopping when he realized Washington wasn’t laughing with him. “You’re not laughing?”

“When have you ever seen me laugh, Hamilton?”

“Fair enough.”

“Bring Eliza. She’s probably the only one who can actually control you.”

Alexander nodded, looking down at Washington’s desk. He noticed a picture. It was Washington, actually smiling. His face was pressed up against a woman’s; she had Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and a dazzling smile. “Is that your sister, sir?” He asked, nodding to the picture.

Washington looked down at the picture. He had to will himself not to smile at the picture of you, remembering the day it was taken, “That’s my girlfriend.”

Hamilton’s eyes widened. “Your girlfriend?”

“Am I not allowed to date, Alexander?”

“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. I mean-”

“Go finish your paperwork, Hamilton.”

“Yes, sir.”


Alexander and the guys, along with the Schuyler sisters, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy were sitting at a table, observing the guests at the luncheon. They were all giddy to see Washington’s girlfriend, who’d been the subject of many, many bets. “Ten bucks on her being a female Washington.” Angelica said.

“No way! She’s probably really nice.” John disagreed. “Nicer than the General?” Mulligan joked, using his secret nickname. “Impossible.”

“Guys, look! There he is!”

You and George had just checked your coats in before walking into the dining hall. George looked over at your grinning lips before pecking them, a small smile breaking out on his own. “Calm down, Y/N, it’s not that exciting.”

“Are you kidding? I get to meet all of your work friends.” You said happily. You almost tripped over your own feet, your heels not allowing you to walk as fast as you’d like. “You mean my employees?” He chuckled.

“Eh, same difference.”

As you drank from the glass of champagne that your boyfriend offered you, you saw two men standing off to the side, casually glancing at the both of you. “So,” You said, “Introduce me to people.” You smiled. “I want to be in the know.”

“It’s a law firm, babe, not a soap opera.”

“Just do it.” You laughed, practically dragging him over to the two men. “Lafayette, Hamilton, this is my girlfriend, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” George introduced you lovingly with a smile plastered on his face.

That was what you loved about George. He didn’t feel the need to show you off; you showed yourself off (which was actually you showing him off, but he didn’t need to know that). He would just stand back and smile, watching you as if you were the only woman in the world. And to him, you were. As long as you were with him, he didn’t need anyone or anything else. He was as faithful as they come.

“It’s a pleasure, mademoiselle.” Lafayette lightly shook your hand. “Pardon my asking,” Alex started, “But how do you get him to smile? I’ve been trying for months.” He joked. Washington cleared his throat loudly, causing Alex to straighten up quickly. You laughed and hit George’s arm, “Stop it!” You told him. You turned to Alexander, “I didn’t know a smile was such a rare occurrence for Mr. Washington.”

George’s cheeks heated up, the blush fanning across his face. “This is the first time any of us have seen him smile, l'honneur de scout.” Lafayette grinned.

“I’ll have to work on that then.” You beamed. You intertwined you fingers with George’s before turning to him, “Come on, baby, I want to meet more people.”

George barely had time to say goodbye to the laughing pair before Y/N pulled him towards another group of people.

And that was what he loved about you. You were so happy, bubbly, and outgoing. He felt like he could do anything with you by his side. You were always the strong back bone pushing him in the right direction, in business and in his personal life. Whenever he needed to smile, you made sure he did by doing one thing: being yourself.

About an hour later, George was pulling you into an empty hallway. “George, what are you doing? I was going to talk to Eliza.”

“I just want a minute alone with you.” He said, leaving kisses all around your face. You giggled, “Ohh, Mr. Washington is starting a scandal.” You joked. “Shut up and kiss me.” He chuckled.

With that, you closed the gap and your lips molded together. The never ending sparks of your relationship pulsed through both your bodies. You felt his love for you in such a simple, yet passionate kiss. If you weren’t excited and happy, you probably would’ve cried. You finally found someone who you loved, and who loved you back. You were convinced that nothing could be better than that moment.

That is, until he proposed twenty minutes later.

That was probably better. Probably.


Had a burst of inspiration to do some LLS x HarryPotter and voila some concept arts XD;;;;; click for larger view and for my ramblings

I haven’t thought much on the plot if there’s even one LOL  and no idea what ships yet, but for sure there will be lots of subunit bonding

[KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Chapter 1] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts]

Random Act of Kindness Giveaway

America’s election season has been making me feel really depressed, upset, and sad. I wanted to do something to show that there are still good people in the world, so I am organizing a giveaway that is a little different than my normal ones (all two of them, lol).

I am going to do something kind for one randomly selected person, the prize to be determined with what works better for the winner. I have some ideas in mind, and I promise you will like them! 

Since this is not a Dragon Age giveaway, you don’t need to be following me. (If you don’t like Dragon Age, there is absolutely zero reason to follow me, cause that is pretty much all I post :P) Likes and all reblogs will count!

Really, I just hope that this will inspire some other people to do good, kind things for someone else. The world needs more Love, and I want to do my part to further that goal.

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

The Leash Game

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: McHanzo (top McCree)

Warning: NSFW, lazy editing, shitty humor, PWP, AU

Summary: Jesse makes a deal with Hanzo about a stuffy party that he doesn’t really want to go to. 

A/N: This is pretty much so longwinded. Probably some inconsistencies here and there. I’m sorry. I am very tired. This is pretty much my first real kinda sorta McHanzo fic. And the first fic I’ve written in a long time. Please be gentle with me, lol. Inspired by all the fucking terrifying dogs that are in my neighborhood when I take my terrible dog for her walks. 

He stands in front of the mirror, two neckties draped across his forearm. They are both fashionable, silk and expensive. One of them—a soft, powder blue—brings out the richness of his eyes.  The other—a bold, elegant red—makes a statement. It exclaims pride, confidence, power.

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You Don’t Own Me ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Dylan O’Brien


Word Count: 6576

A/N: This is really long lol! But I didn’t want to split it so whatevs. This takes place during 2015 SDCC. I’ve never been to one so forgive me if the schedules and other stuff don’t exactly match up. The gif was my inspiration as well as this song. Also, it says “reader” but I had to give the reader a name and y’all know I don’t like doing the Y/N thing. So here you go enjoy the trashy smut!

It all started a year and a half ago, when I moved out to California from Dallas. Holland and I have been friends since we were kids, so when I told her I was moving she was ecstatic. She had just lost her assistant and I needed a job. It was perfect. What’s a better job than getting to hang out with your best friend all day, everyday?

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Waking Up To Shirtless Tom playing BBall. Tom x POC

This is inspired by all of these fine ass pics of shirtless Tom that have literally came out of nowhere. No seriously where are they coming from???

We’re going to pretend that reader took them okay, lol! This takes place after my pool party imagine/short thing that can be read here.

Warning: Cursing, Shirtless Tom (Please don’t pass out), Fluff, and other Stuff

After waking up in the guest house alone, you looked around and saw that Laura was the only one still sleeping. You got up and searched around the unfamiliar house for Tom and the others. You just decided to take a shower and brush your teeth. You changed into a black top and some tribal shorts.

Opting not to wear the cardigan, you pulled your curl hair in cute bun and decided not to wear the flower head band because you were still in Atlanta and it was hot as hell. 

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BS Build - Girly Teen Bedroom //29/05/2016//

Hiya people! So I notest my most popular post was my kids blue pink room so i made a girly inspired one for y'all ;P 

I do NOT own any of the CC shown in these pictures :D credit goes to the original owners

Let me know what i should make next? I’d love to hear your Ideas :)

Check out my other posts to see ones like this one! thanks again! Also has anyone noticed that i put that base game kids bunny poster/picture thing in every single one of my room builds? lol


some jimins from twitterrrr~~ [my original tweets] first one was for the bts_69min today with the theme being sweater paws! and lol the other 2 were dumb sketches done at like 3am, chibi jimin telling u to check urself, before u wreck urself. and then the last one was INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS…. sighhh when kookie put his finger on jimin’s chin… all i could hear was.. ‘boop.’

WWJD - Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: Somehow ended up being an unplanned sequel to Great Minds Think Alike.

Prompt: Hey love:)I saw the anon that requested the dick one and I got inspired lol. could you do a something similar where you’re Jason’s s/o (and Tim’s bff) and get kidnapped and hecomes to your rescue(maybe the others want to help too?)but when he gets there he sees that you are already free and have taken care of your kidnappers and they are all shocked but you’re cool and you’re like “I’m exhausted and I need a shower but first could we please go get some food I’m starving?” and funny/fluff pls?:) (requested by anon)

“Son of a bitch.” You swore as you woke up from your drug induced sleep. The last thing you remembered before you had fallen asleep was someone jumping behind you and covering your face with a wet rag that definitely smelled like anesthetic. You fought as hard as you could before you went under but eventually the darkness took over and you fell limp in your captors arms.

You looked around the empty room, your head pounding at the bright lights. Jesus Christ this was worse than any hangover you’ve had. You were tied to an uncomfortably hard chair with your hands handcuffed behind your back.

“Fuck me.” You muttered to yourself at the situation you were in. The room was empty so you decided now would be a better time than ever to make your escape. Through experiences that you would care not to elaborate on you knew just how to get out of handcuffs. You took a deep breath and braced yourself before you dislocated your thumbs with a restrained pained grunt and slipped out of your restraints. You popped your thumbs back into place before you heard your captors outside the door. You quickly went back into a vulnerable position until you could have the upper hand in the situation.

“Hello boys. Glad you could join me. I was getting pretty lonely all by my lonesome in here.” You said in a light lilting voice. The two henchmen who came in looked at each other before the big one responded to you.

“I was warned that you Bat brats were chatty, especially the bitches.” He grumbled.

“Oh come now I’m just trying to be friendly.” You said in a sickeningly sweet tone. He strode over to you and leaned down so that he was at your eye level.

“And why is that, sweet cheeks? Hate to break it to ya but you ain’t exactly in any position to be makin’ friends. I suppose if you really want to get on my good side though …” He trailed off leering down lewdly at your chest.

“Oh sweetie, my boyfriend isn’t a fan of losers coming on to me. He’s got a bit of a temper.” You whispered as if it were a secret.

“Oh yeah? What’s he gonna do about it if I do this?” He asked roughly grabbing your breast.

“Well for starters I assume this.” You said and suddenly pulled your hands apart grabbed him by the neck and flipped him over onto the floor and clocked him hard enough to knock him out. It took a moment for the other henchman to come out of his shock but when he did you grabbed the chair you had previously occupied by the legs and swung it with great force at his head. For security’s sake you dragged both of the thugs to the radiator that was in the room and handcuffed them together around it.

“Amateurs.” You sighed shaking your head sadly.

It was in that moment that you boyfriend, Jason, decided to burst into the room guns drawn and in his full Red Hood garb. Your best friend Tim ran in not far behind him

“About time, baby! You missed all the fun!” You greeted dancing up and kissing him on what would be his cheek if it wasn’t covered by his hood.

“You did this?” He asked pointing to the unconscious guards and broken chair.

“Yes …” You trailed off as if it were obvious. He nodded looking appreciatively around the room at your work before pulling off his hood. Jason took you into his arms and rested his hands on your lower back. He looked down at you lustfully and leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear.

“Babe, you have no idea how unbelievably turned on I am right now. You’re such a fucking badass.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, stud.” You purred.

“Uh … guys. As much as I love being a third wheel for you guys I think we should make sure you’re alright, [Y/N].” Tim said interrupting you and Jason’s moment.

“Oh Tim, I’m fine. Really all I need right now is my man, a shower, a full eight hours of sleep and food … lots of food. Speaking of which I’m starving! Burrito Brothers?” You asked already leading your two favorite men out of the room.

“I could eat.” Jason shrugged.

“Eh. If you insist. But I thought you didn’t like Burrito Brothers?” Tim agreed.

“People change, Tim. Someone showed me the light.” You shrugged. You and Jason shared a pointed look, both of you remembering your first date, the day the two of you realized you were both a hell of a lot similar than you would ever have admitted. That was the day when you realized that you could picture yourself being with this man for a very long time.

“We are still talking about burritos, right?” Tim asked noticing you and Jason’s prolonged gaze. You laughed lightly and Jason wrapped his arm across your shoulder and kissed the top of your head.

“Yeah, we’re still talking about burritos.” You reassured.

Alec is staring, but he doesn’t care.

It’s one of those downworlder meetings they are actually invited to. Not because they are acquaintances with Magnus, but because the nephilim were actually required to go.

Simon is hanging with the vampires, Izzy is hanging by Meliorn’s arm, Clary and Jace are talking by the food table, although it doesn’t look like they are eating anything from it. Magnus assured them nothing was going to be poisonous or dangerous, but no one is taking chances tonight. After all, even if this is the after party, doesn’t mean it’s really a party, right?

Alec is standing at the entrance, arms crossed over his chest. Magnus is at the opposite site of the room, discussing with Luke and other werewolves about God knows what.

And Alec is staring at him. At his perfect stance, his cat-like movements when talking and gesturing; the little swinging of his shoulders, and his chin up, showing that way his power and confidence, demanding respect in silence. His cat eyes are showing and aside from Luke, everybody seems to be charmed by him.

Alec smiles a little. It’s so fun to watch Magnus on his element. To see him working politics from afar.

Then one of the werewolves starts talking, gesturing wildly in a friendly manner. Magnus’ cat eyes shot up and now he’s staring at Alec too over this werewolf’s shoulder. And he doesn’t even move his lips, but he knows. I’m so bored.

The shadowhunter can’t help but scoff, how can Magnus say that he’s bored? He was just enjoying himself a second ago. Alec shots him a look. Serves you right.

He can see Magnus struggling to hold his own laughter before looking at him directly in the eye again. I want to go home. Alec looks around the room, reminding him that this is important and that they couldn’t just go around this. Magnus rolls his eyes and the werewolf laughs, maybe thinking that Magnus’ reaction was from something he said. You’re not having fun anyways. The meeting is over.

Alec shots him a glare through his half closed eyes. Suddenly Magnus’ eyes turn to brown and he counterattacks Alec with a honey-like look. Please, babe.

Thirty seconds into a staring contest, Alec blinks and Magnus smiles triumphantly, sipping at the last of his wine, making his rings shine under the room lights. Alec sighs and accepts his defeat, gesturing to Izzy and turning around to leave.

Seconds later, Magnus is by his side, beaming with excitement. Alec glares. “You used the puppy eyes. That’s not fair.”

“I will repay you once we’re back, dearest.” And with a wink, Magnus opens a portal.

(Or in which Malec can communicate by just staring at each other’s eyes).

Stand. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

You might want to either watch/listen to Grant singing this song on Glee. Because it’s where I’m getting inspiration from lol 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN but I don’t promise to do ever single one as I normally will. 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by supercanaries

Originally posted by that-0ne-nerd

You were fast, but not Barry fast. You couldn’t time travel nor travel through Earths, but you were quick enough to tell when something was up with Barry. You’ve been by his side for the longest time, being turned into a speedster when he was turned. You fought side by side since the beginning. But with Zoom in the picture, it all changed. Zoom was the only other meta-human to ever diminish your hope and break Barry’s spirit. 

You cursed your speed, or lack of, as you ran in slow motion towards Zoom as he broke Barry’s back. You couldn’t move and it was as if you were frozen in time. When you finally reached them, they were gone in a flash of blue lightning. You screamed in a mixture of rage, frustration, and defeat. When Zoom fixated to kill Barry, you begged him to take your life instead until the monster was shot then fled. 

You watched the empty look on Barry’s face as he wheeled around the cortex. The two of you were really close, to the point where the team believed that there was something more between the two of you and truth be told, there was but the two of you never spoke out about it. You both believed it was a matter better left unsaid. “I hate seeing you like this.” You abruptly spoke out causing looks and stares being hurled in your direction. “You’re saying you’re put together but I see how broken you are. I see you, solid and full, but I just see right through you as if you were not even there. I hate seeing the man I love destroyed and not even fighting anymore.” And with that, you ran with orange lightning trailing you. 

You weren’t aware how fast you were going but the next thing you knew, you were in what seemed like an all boy’s private school. You crept into a room with music flooding through it and saw a young Barry Allen dancing and singing, leading a team of boys through a routine. You knew that you were in a different Earth and you knew that maybe this was the speed force’s way of allowing you to help your Barry. And once you heard the song the boy was singing, you knew it was no coincidence. It was wrong to do, but you would bring him right back anyway, but you swooped in and stole the young man, bringing him back to your earth. 

“Barr, can I talk to you?” You whispered as you walked into the empty cortex that only contained a distraught Barry Allen. 

“The man-” He was about to quote and question but you stopped him. 

“You can’t live your life afraid in a chair to confine your fear.” You interrupted him. “You have to Stand.” Barry cocked his head questioning you. “I know you’re scared to… because of Zoom… but I believe that you can beat him. But in order for you to have a victory, you must believe that can be victorious.” 

“(Y/N), I can’t beat him.” Barry croaked out. “It’s impossible.” 

“I knew he took your spirit like he’s draining my hope.” You told Barry. “That’s why I brought him along.” And in came your newly acquainted doppelganger of Barry Allen. “Barry meet Sebastian. Sebastian meet Barry. Take it away, Smythe.” Sebastian gave you a wary look before hesitantly breaking into a song of hope. 

After Sebastian’s performance, Barry looked at you with teary eyes and a small smile. “Thank you.” 

“Stand, you’re gonna run again.” Sebastian encouraged his Earth 1 doppelganger. “If this pretty lady believes in you, you’ve got all the hope in the world.” You and Barry gave the teenager a smile. 

“So?” You questioned Barry, offering a hand. He took it in a tight grasp as he pulled himself up. In a flash of yellow lighting, he took you in his arms bridal style and then he let you down after realizing how close your faces actually were. From the corner of your eye you could see Sebastian smirk.

“I can’t beat him.” Barry sighed. Your smile fell instantly. “Not alone and certainly not without you.” And with that he pulled you into a kiss. 

recursion - (707 x mc)

prompt: sob.

rating: 13+ (spoilers for all routes)

notes: ah. yeah. thanks guys for all your heart wrenching reset theory art. it inspired this monster of a drabble. it’s not even a drabble any more! it’s 2145 words too long! anyway, it’s written in the style of entertain the pain (tho the original version is arranged differently) and references some of my other works. ahahaha. so i thought, wow, this is a perfect celebratory piece.

in other news, there is an epilogue. ask and thou shall receive! though i like this ending too. :3 i hope you guys suffer as i have enjoy. <(_ _)>

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Stay-at-Home Dad- Derek Hale

Originally posted by monstrousmess

* omg I honestly can’t think of anything cuter than Derek being a stay at home dad. The ULTIMATE family man lol. This is inspired by a text post my idol, @obsessed-withthe-hales, made. xoxox*

After packing up your bag, you quickly left Beacon Hill Junior High. It had been an exhausting day, one of the bad ones you got on occasion when the class clown distracted all of the other kids. But now you would head home to your family and pray that your house wasn’t in complete chaos.

After throwing the keys in the Acadia, you dialed home for a check-in. You were surprised when the ringing stopped so quickly. “Woah, Derek. I expected you to have to wrestle away from the kids to get the phone.

He chuckled from the other end. “Actually, everything is all good here, Y/N.”

“So I’m hoping that means our house is still standing?”

“Baby, you know that I’ve got everything under control.” And It was true. When you and Derek first had Jade, he told you that with the money his family had left behind and investments, your little family would be well off. Even Though it sounded like an incredible option, you knew you could never take it. Not only would you need to stay on your feet to keep from getting bored at home, but you loved your work. Even on the bad days, you didn’t regret working with those 7th graders. You were sad to be so far away from your baby after your maternity leave, but you knew she would be in good hands with her dad.

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I swear to god one of the worst things about having tumours is actually having to deal with an estranged side of the family because it’s genetic and they need to get genetically tested but there’s not enough info out there so instead I have to have long conversations about the disease like come on universe the tumours are bad enough for real.

So far away – Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst/slight smut

Word Count: 898

Warnings: my bad attempt at some angsty shit and like slight dirty talk

Summary: Yoongi loved her so much, but she was too far away from his grasp

I had a really good idea for this but I lost all inspiration (which I’m pissed about) but yeah that explains why it’s shorter than some of my other ‘blood, sweat & tears’ oneshots. I tried however this one doesn’t really have any connection to ‘blood, sweat & tears’ though lol whoops (ps i am actually kind proud of this one)

Other members: Taehyung / Jin / Jimin / Namjoon / Hoseok / Jungkook

He remembered. Of course he remembered her, how could he forget her. Her soft hair that he’d try and braid all the time, her perfectly shaped lips that fit his oh so well, her hands that were soft and elegant, absolutely perfect for his who were a whole lot bigger, her cute giggle, her laugh, her smile, the one that could make him smile even when he was having the worst day.

He remembered.


“Yoongi” she whined, trying to gain his attention of the man whose eyes were glued to his laptop, trying to piece together a melody for a new song.


“Tongue technology man”

“The guy who is always shipped with Jimin”

“Lazy ass”

“Gramps” – now that caught his attention. His eyes lifted from his laptop to look up at the girl sitting in front him, in nothing but a practically see-through black laced bra and matching panties with one of his white shirts over the top but he could definitely see through the shirt.

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